Slam returns from a commercial as we see a sweeping camera shot over the Siegal Center. Richmond, Virginia singing now with one voice the name of a returning hero. A legend. A Monstah. Their lungs bursting with but one three letter name...
The sound levels are such that Zac has to adjust his earpiece just to be heard. Insane reactions all around him. Thousands of screaming fans reacting as one. The WCF hasn’t seen anything like this. And it’s seen A LOT.
Zach Davis: Can, can you still hear me? The sound here is absolutely deafening...You can? Good. Good.
...Okay, welcome back Ladies and Gentlemen to a packed house here at the Siegal center for what promises to be an emotional face off, as five months of anger, regret, and loss boils over between two men who where once the best of friends. Two men, now separated by a fateful night five months ago when the WCF Galaxy lost one of it’s best and brightest in the center of our squared circle; a man who was tipped for greatness, a man whose light was taken away from us all too soon. That man’s name was Scarecrow.
Freddy Whoa: Five months ago, the machine fell eighteen feet to his death during a brutal hardcore match at Revenge 2015 against #Beachkrew alumni and future World Champion, Wade Moor. We soon discovered however that it was not Wade that sent Crow to his death, but a mystery assailant, a killer whose identity remained concealed until ONE, when Crow’s father was revealed as the coked up maniac, Zombie McMorris.
Gravedigger: And If that wasn’t shocking enough, ZMAC had a further bombshell to drop.
Zach Davis: McMorris named former World Champion and architect of The Poondock Saints, Bobby Cairo as the killer. Due to his diplomatic status, Cairo has been immune to arrest on American Soil and has flaunted this fact week after damn week as he “defends” his Horrorgore title within the very same ring Cairo murdered the murder machine.
Freddy Whoa: Now, here tonight for the first time in over six months, for the first time since the death of Scarecrow and the reveal of Cairo’s guilt. Kaz Mazy will finally confront Bobby Cairo over the death of Kaz’s former friend; The Scarecrow. And the betrayal of one Saint to another.
We see more shots of the arena as a sea of banners are adorned with headlines such as: “#Wrestlesmart” and “Kazmonstah”. A hushed silence descends as a heavy guitar distortion cuts through the screams; a moment later the lights shut completely off, minus a gaggle of blue and green spotlights on stage. They all aim at the tron which is showing an unorthodox entrance video. It shows WCF Superstar Kaz Mazy performing daring feats all in Super Nintendo fighting game graphics ala Mortal Kombat.
Zach Davis: This is it everybody, HERE WE GO!
"2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember starts blaring as lights explode throughout the arena and the words growl sending a shiver up every collective spine in attendance.
Spotlights center on one of the entrances in the crowd where Kaz stands, kendo holstered to his back, his former Poondock Saints Tag Team Championship grasped tightly in his hand. Kaz takes a moment to soak up another wave of massive cheers before raising that championship high above his head. Huge, HUGE POP for this.
Zach Davis: Kaz Mazy! The Godson has finally returned! Poondock Tag Title in hand! A reminder of happier days spent opposite the Godfaddah; the creator of the R-Cairo!
Freddy Whoa: And the killer of The Scarecrow.
Kaz comes down to the ring and is greeted with a standing ovation; the signs are now out in force for the returning Poondock, who is taken somewhat aback by the massive reception. He nods and smiles as Kaz is handed a microphone by a tech hand. As Kaz places the microphone to his lips, the cheers break out again. It’s deafening.
Kaz Mazy: Thank you, thank you...it's been one hell of a journey for me this past week. The feeling of coming back here, to a WCF ring, and standing here before you guys now. It's surreal. It's the greatest of honors, and at the same time, full of emotion. Because this isn't a nostalgia trip for me. It's more. Much more.
Kaz Mazy: Thank you, thank you again. I just wish this reunion for us was under happier circumstances. Simpler times. I remember a cold September morning, two years ago; I announced to the world on my unfiltered podcast that I had just signed with the World Championship Federation. I remember that day as clear as if it were happening right now; I was to fight Gonzo Murdoch in my first match. I was confident, but nervous. Little did I know that the match was being observed by a Godfaddah of the thick. A mentor, and a friend, that brought me under his wing and gave this Kazmonstah his roar. And roar I did; all the way to the Tag Team CHAM-PYUN-SHIP; all the way to that United States CHAM-PYUN-SHIP. I was the Godson of professional wrestling. I was a Poondock. And I was unstoppable.
Kaz clears his throat; there’s weight to his words, they carry reflection. And anger.
Kaz Mazy: That year at ONE, I fought this upstart bum named Scarecrow; he liked to sound all entitled; full of himself. Me and Cairo wrecked his tag team, we R-Cairo'ed him and partner, Marc Mayhem out of their boots. This bum though? He didn't take kindly to that, he was out for revenge. He wanted to prove himself to the world. To the WCF. He wanted to prove that he could hang with the best. With me. The match was billed as a hardcore match; but Odin was the ref, so I had the cards stacked in my favour that night. No shame in that; that's the business. Crow though; he didn't see it that way. And that's how it began.
He went after Odin; he taunted him; he called him out like a madman. It was as if he had a death wish. This was Odin he was messin' with. The wizard. The All-Father. And yet, Crow had no fear. I used to think It was because he was mad. Just another mid-card fool about to have his shit pushed in by a maestro. Crow versus Odin was going to be a walkover. Odin was going to destroy the upstart. That was the script; and nothing was going to change that.
He wouldn't give up; he wouldn't give in. Crow went through Oblivion when the monster was still just that; he walked through an inferno and never gave up. Crow fought Odin at Explosion 2015. Odin fucking Balfour. The God. And that Scarecrow?
That's when Crow won my respect; because this Scarecrow? This guy that slept in his car and had adventures through time and space and everything in between? He would wrestle. He really could do this. Crow had a knack for the game that was turning heads. He was destined for great things; he became the people's CHAM-PY-UN of the year. And yet, he never pandered to the crowd. He just went out there and did his thing. Just like me. Kind of like this badly dressed mirror image. The brother I never had.
We'd talk, about Sophia Treadway; the mother of my children. The one shining light in my life that could lead me away from this business. The woman who Crow helped me save on Poon Guinea. Crow was there for me when I needed him. And while we still had our run-ins from time to time; that I NEVER forgot.
And neither did Bobby Cairo.
Bobby, you were like a father to me; dat Godfaddah of hawt fyre that could not be stopped. But somewhere along the line; you lost your way. Something happened to you Bobby after imperium formed; you changed; you became...twisted. "Cairo-Roman" took over; dat fyre, dat blessed nightmare fuel was gone. That was when I knew, at that very moment, that the Poondocks was no more. I could feel it; you were gone, and I had to carry on. I brought in TMNT security. I fought on for that United States Title. But I couldn't get that image out of my head; of you Bobby. What this business had done to you. The injuries, the surgically reconstructed back; all that I could take. But your heart Bobby...how it was sucked dry of all the love you had for this business by that thirst for imperium power.
...I couldn't live with that if it happened to me. And then their was Sophia, and the kids. I couldn't live with losing them either. As much as I loved this ring. I didn't want to become a bitter old man lost within it, forever searching for that one last title run, always just out of my reach. I didn't want to become another Bobby Cairo.
...You blamed Crow for what you became Cairo. You pushed him off a balcony to his death. That ruthless side, that side of you that nearly killed Diablo Calzone; it all rushed back. Because you thought that Crow drove a wedge between me and you; when it was you all along. You, Cairo. The man that wanted to rule this ring and everything in it. Including me.
You're a control freak, Cairo. A man that wants all the pieces to fit his master plan no matter what the cost. I still believe in Magnus Opus; in that communist ideal. But you, Cairo? I don't think you stand for that vision no more. I think when you sold your soul to that capitalist whale, Buddy Roman, dah saint dat you were died that day. This Bobby Cairo? I don't know you. All I know is that you killed my friend. And for that? There has to be a reckoning. You hear me you bastard? Come on out!
“Ready or not... here we come. You can't hide. Gonna find you and take it slowly.”
"Ready or Not" by the Fugees hits the PA system as Bobby Cairo and Odin Balfore stand at the top of the Siegal center attached to zip lines. They taunt a mixed reaction from crowd before leaping off the top of the building and zip lining down into the crowd, whilst wearing Scarecrow Tees.
Zach Davis: Bobby Cairo and Odin Balfore have arrived. The Thickness; and it seems they’ve brought their quota of bad taste with them.
Gravedigger: Cairo almost had me electrocuted for talking to that G Man. If I knew Bobby was gonna pull some shit like this tonight? I would have taken a hunting knife to that damn zip line.
The Thickness land somewhere within a thrawl of cheering bodies as the crowd parts to finally allow The Greatest Tag Team of all time access to the ring. The Thickness grab a mic and enter the circle, Bobby marching up to Kaz and staring his former stone faced prodige down. The huge, hulking form of Odin Balfore shadowing Cairo like a perched mountain on his shoulder; waiting for the order.
Bobby Cairo: Look, Odin! Kaz brought my other belt with him. Tis’ a damn shame. A damn shame what dis fool has become.
Odin Balfore: Such a waste.
Bobby Cairo: Such a waste indeed. Look at this poor, lost child! This wayward monstah of mine! He be forgettin’ his place, Odin! Forgettin’ his time. Forgettin’ what he owes me! For draggin’ him out of the primordial swamp I found him in. For makin’ him thick. For givin’ him a chance at communist glory. LOOK AT HIM, ODIN! Look at my greatest creation, now soured into my biggest disappointment. Kazmonstah, I...
Kaz Mazy: SHUT UP! Shut your damn mouth! I’m not here to listen to you explain how I let you down, Bobby! This is all on you. The blood is on your hands! You want to spin yarns, and fables about how I was the weak link? Go ahead! I’ve heard it all before a thousand times. Go ahead, Bobby! Go ahead and join in with the other sheep, and prove to me, and the rest of the world, exactly how WEAK the once, great Godfaddah has become! DO IT!
Bobby Cairo: You don’t stand there “boy” and speak to me with that tone! You don’t dare consider yourself my equal! You’ll never carry the weight of thick for that challenge. I MADE YOU! I molded you from Poon Guinea clay, and gave you life! For what? For this? For you to stand here and prove yourself a traitor? Crow twisted your mind, made you soft. I took care of that, and you still ran away! You hid behind a tight poon, Kaz and some snot nosed brats because you never had the stomach for the dirty jobs. The jobs that needed doing! I should have realised, I should have known. You’re just a weak kid, Kaz...I weak kid who was once hoisted upon the shoulders of a giant, but didn’t know what to do with the success. Once upon a time I saw more in you, Kaz. That spark of me. But I guess I was wrong. Just remember, Kazward...
What I make? I can destroy. I did it once with, Calzone, I can do it again with you. Break the mold and start again.
Odin Balfore: Maybe it’s time.
Bobby Cairo: Maybe, Allfaddah. Maybe indeed.
A moment of tension as Kaz drops his microphone; a blast of feedback as Kaz is now seen clasping tight onto that Tag title with both hands now as--
Kaz looks up to the balcony; his sight is greeted, not by any mysterious shape, but by a team of four Poon Guinean special forces troops. The black clad soldiers are observing the ring and standing guard, armed with machine guns!
Bobby Cairo: No savior, Kaz! No rescue attempt! You gave up on my dream for a bitch and some kids. You held my legacy in my hands and you squandered it! I can’t forgive you for that, Kaz. All that remains now...is punishment.
Odin rushes Kaz as he ducks and clocks Balfour with the tag title!
The arena is plunged into a strobe lit nightmare from some stray gunfire as the guards on the balcony are met with “something”, moving fast and deadly as the arena erupts into screams and confusion. The soldiers are swiftly disarmed as the shape overpowers the troop while below....
Kaz swings with the belt at Cairo, who ducks and goes for the R-Cairo!
# LUBRICATION TWIST!
Kaz and Cairo trading punches now like cracks of thunder before Odin swoops in with a vicious clothesline that almost takes Kaz’s head off as--
On that balcony. The soldiers stumble and fall over the edge! Screams, before we realise that their salvation comes from bungee ropes attached to their ankles as they dangle helplessly, suspended in mid air!
Zach Davis: OH...MY...GOD...
The shape leaps! Abseiling down a bungee rope towards the ring!
Cairo clocks Kaz with the title belt as Odin lifts up the helpless Mazy ready to hit him with a career ending #Ragnarok!
Dropkick by the shape on the base of Odin’s spine as the Allfather drops Kaz, who turns and delivers a wild strike on Cairo! Meanwhile the shape ducks a lariat by a weakened Odin!
MURDER OF CROWS ON ODIN!
The crowd EXPLODES!
Zach Davis: No...It can’t be...It can’t...
BACKSTAGE: We see a shocked Wade Moor clutching his chest as if it’s on fire. He shakes his head in disbelief. Punches the monitor screen; shards of glass shattering around him as his perfect world crumbles.
Wade Moor: No! They killed you! I KILLED YOU!
Back in the ring: Kaz leaps over the ropes and escapes through the crowd with a screaming mad Odin in hot pursuit, leading the allfather away from Cairo, separating the Thickness as...
Cairo, alone. Just him and the man he sent to hell. The man that wants his revenge.
A McMorris that haunts him now.
Cairo stumbles and grabs a microphone; screaming into the face of the shape.
Bobby Cairo: Look at me, ghost! Look upon the face of the Horrorgore champion! Go tell your father that at F15teen? I’m going to send his Zombie azz to hell, and your fucking next! I killed you once, I can do it again! You hear me, Crow? CROW!
...all around the arena. Whispers, in reverse. Something vicious and broken, rising in volume.
“.eman ym wonk ssenkrad teL .nus eht secarbme ohw ,eno eht ma I teY .emalf eht raef dna llaf ,rewoc yeht ,warts fo neM”
"seil fo ecnirp eht morf ,uoy draug llahs worceracS ehT .esir ylud llahs nwad ym nehw ,sruoh lufetaf esoht ni dnA”
“.peek ot sesimorp htiw ,dniw eht wollof ,nis fo syad ehT .paer ot epir era sdleif eht ,gnirehtag si sworC fo redruM A”
The lights return, as standing before Robert Hercules Cairo is a dead man named.
His hair is a dirty blonde colour now, his eyes are a strange blue. He's dressed in jeans, a hoodie, with a battered leather jacket over it. Crow looks like he's just dragged himself out of a pit of hell as he takes a moment to observe Bobby. Removes a cigarette from his inside pocket, and lights up. Hands bandaged. Eyes haunted by things that should not be.
Zach Davis: I...I don’t know what to say.
The arena can't compute what's happening; thousands shocked into a stunned silence. It's eerie as the audience gasps. Crow takes a long drag on that nicotine while the world around him spins off it’s axis...then speaks. His voice is like gravel smashed into broken glass. Deep, violent, and sinister.
The Scarecrow: You stole my life, Bobby...at F15teen? I start taking yours. Piece...by fucking...Piece.
Crow takes a step forward as Cairo gets ready for an attack as--
Lights cut out. The flick of hot ash from the cigarette.
Lights raise. no Crow.
We just hear Crow's voice over the arena speakers.
"See you in Hell, Bobby Cairo. See you at F15teen."
Cairo looks around, no sign of the ghost as he rolls out through the ropes. Bobby leaves. In deathly, shocked silence.
Except, for a deliberately slow hand clap, that increases in intensity and volume, as somewhere, out in the black....
A father LAUGHS.
"The Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits the PA and the crowd goes wild. Out from the back comes Jeff Purse and Polar Phantasm, long standing members of Pantheon. They're not happy and bubbly at all, they walk down to the ring with purpose and call for a mic. Phantasm signals to cut the music and Jeff begins talking into the mic.
Jeff Purse: Last week we came out here to try to save our friends' career. Two of the most storied men in WCF's entire history, Jonny Fly and Corey Black, they just can't get along. Even with us out there, Jonny wasn't listening to a word. He's stubborn when there's a challenge in his face.
Polar Phantasm: We couldn't get through to Flyguy, but maybe we can to Corey. You back there, dude? Come on down. You can't go through with this.
The crowd buzzes, wondering if "The Pantheon" will even show his face.
Gravedigger: I don't think Black has the sack to show up at Fifteen, let alone here at Slam. Too busy playing house in his fancy castle.
Jeff Purse: Seriously, come on Corey, get out here.
The crowd slowly begins picking up steam, clapping and cheering. Finally the lights go out. The pop is immense. A lone spotlight hits the stage and standing there is Corey Black. No music plays, he's wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, and he just walks on down to the ring. He doesn't slap any hands, he only glares at the men in the ring. Corey slides in and stands up against the ropes, leaning back and motioning for Jeff and Polar to get on with it as the lights come back up.
Jeff Purse: Corey, look. There's no denying you are the best WCF has ever seen. Your accomplishments speak for themselves. You've gone toe to toe with the rest of the best and put them all down. But you're putting this all on the line. Every single title, every victory, the Hall of Fame ring, all of it - just to try to get rid of Jonny Fly? For what? Because he doesn't think you're good enough? Because he was jealous Pantheon moved on without him? Is that really a good reason to risk your entire life?
Polar Phantasm: Jeff is right, Corey, Jonny is being a bit, let's say, over the top right now. He has been for a while, ever since after Trios, if I remember right. Even before that he was off his rocker. But he really wants to send you packing. He wants to be the man that finally killed the last legend standing. You've never beat this guy. Hell, you say he's the best wrestler you have seen in WCF history - which is literally every single wrestler in WCF history.
Jeff Purse: You and Jonny know each other in an in-ring sense more than anybody knows anybody else here. You've been Tag Champions, you know what you're walking into, man, just call it off. This isn't Adam Young, this is Jonny fucking Fly. The elite of the elite. His name makes people run in the other direction, and you think you want to put your career up against him?
Corey has barely flinched, let alone acknowledged the men in the ring. He's still leaning against the ropes.
Zach Davis: Corey Black visibly distant right now, do you think the gravity of the situation has hit him?
Polar Phantasm: Sure, alright. In recent memory you have beat Steve Orbit, half of the guys you think wronged you last year. That's great. You probably wouldn't beat him again.
The crowd oooohhhhhhs.
Jeff Purse: I'm frankly still shocked you did. I knew you had it in you, but to actually do it and after that kind of match? Corey, man, I love you, but I don't think this is a good idea at all. Call it off.
Polar Phantasm: You have every skill in the book, every last one, but do you have the skill to defeat he whom you deem the best?
The crowd is kind of hushing, sitting on the edge of their seats with baited breath. Corey still doesn't give any indication he's even listening.
Polar Phantasm: What happens if you lose? How would WCF even function without you in it? Think of this company. This company you helped build long before Pantheon, before me or Jeff, even before Jonny. This is your life's work as much as it is Seth Lerch's.
Jeff Purse: You're not ready to walk away from this, especially in a losing effort, ESPECIALLY in a losing effort to Jonny Fly. You're not ready to walk or take the career of the one guy you have endorsed the longest. We know you joined up with Pantheon in the beginning so that you could take Jonny under your wing. I know it annoyed you that he broke the mold so fast. But he still had your support through everything, he didn't have to be your student. You helped in your own special way, and deep down I know he's appreciative of it.
Polar Phantasm: On the flip side of that, Jonny doesn't care to be linked with you because he thinks you used what he created to stay relevan-
Corey Black snatches the microphone from Polar Phantasm after stepping forward ever so quickly. The crowd pops pretty huge. Polar and Jeff both take a step back, obviously hoping cooler heads prevail.
Corey Black: I USED Pantheon to stay relevant, or did Pantheon use me to BECOME relevant?
Jeff Purse: Not at all!
Corey Black: Shut the fuck up. It's been an eye opening experience, being out here with you two. But there's nothing you can do to stop this. I put myself on the line for Jonny Fly far too many times for him to just brush me off and blame me for losing Trios. Just like I put Steve Orbit down, I'm going to put Jonny Fly down, and do the company a favor by eliminating the backstabbing threat for fucking good. The Fly Era dies by my hand at Fifteen, just like The Fly Era began by my hand years ago.
CD drops the mic at Polar Phantasm's feet before dropping to the mat and rolling under the bottom rope. Jeff drops his mic and runs to the ropes pleading for Corey to reconsider, but Corey doesn't even turn back to look. The scene fades out with Polar Phantasm pulling Jeff back and telling him everything will be okay.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to SLAM! First up we have a fatal fourway.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Notorious BIG’s ,“Kick In The Door(Instrumental)” hits the PA. Brenx walks out onto the stage. He pays no attention to the mixed reaction. He struts down the aisle totally focused.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first… Hailing from Compton, California…. BREEEENNNNX!
Brenx continues down the aisle until he reaches the steps. He walks up then glides through the ropes.
Gravedigger: Brenx looks like a mean son of a bitch, doesn’t he?
Zach Davis: Indeed. he does.
Turn Down for Dum Dum begins playing over the PA. CJ Phoenix runs out onto the stage when the beat drops. He stretches his arms out as he looks at the crowd before running down the ramp with his arms extended out. Then flames following him on each side until he reaches the end of the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring, Hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana…. CJJJJJJJ PHHHHOOOOOEEENIXXXX!
Freddy Whoa: What song is that?
Gravedigger: “Turn Down for Dum Dum”, duh. Get with the times, Whoa.
Zach Davis: You read that off the big screen. Cheater.
CJ slides into the ring and runs up one of the turnbuckles. He then does a cross sign with his hands before pointing upward and hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring.
Gravedigger: The two men in the ring are already sharing a mean staredown.
Freddy Whoa: They both look ready to go!
Comes out to "I Come From Money" by S-Preme hits throughout the arena. A limo pulls up out on the stage.The driver steps out and heads for the back of the limo. As he opens the door for whoever to exit, you see an abundance of women drinking and partying inside the limo! Adam Bass steps out with a glass of champagne in hand and a cocky smile on his face.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Bass! He has arrived in style.
Zach Davis: This is a wild entrance.
Gravedigger: It’s different. Let’s hope he still has it in the ring. That is where the money is made in WCF.
The limo door is closed by the driver. Bass then makes his way to the ring. Once in the ring, he climbs each of the four turnbuckles and raises his glass to a vicious onslaught of boos, which seem satisfying to him! When he raises his glass on the final turnbuckle, he drinks the champagne, and sits down on the top turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.
Kyle Steel: Introducing Next… Hailing from the UPPER EAST SIDE OF NEW YORK CITY… ADDDDDDDDAMMMM BASSSSSSSSSsssssSSSSS!
Gravedigger: This crowd can’t stand Bass.
Zach Davis: He arrived in a limo, Gravedigger. Watch now he’s mocking the crowd in the ring. The other two wrestlers in there with him appear unimpressed.
"Bad to the Bone” hits the loud speakers. The camera goes to the entrance way where "Mister Average" Lee Roberts makes his way slowly to the ring. He shakes hands with the ringside fans and slowly walks to the ring. After climbing up the steel steps, he steps through the ropes and gets in. He takes a corner and waits for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… Hailing from Ottawa, Ontario… "Mister Average" Lee RobERRRRRRTTTTSSSSsssSSSSSssss!
Freddy Whoa: Mister Average!
Gravedigger: Mr. Average?
Zach Davis: Yes, that is his nickname. The referee is ready to start this one!
The referee calls for the bell to begin the match. All four men dash from the corners. Brenx strikes first with a clothesline to Bass! CJ throws a flying forearm at Mr. Average! Both wrestlers hit their marks, sending Bass and Roberts to the mat. They then turn on each other. Phoenix and Brenx begin swapping blows. This style favors Brenx and he quickly gains the upperhand with a well worked eye poke.
Gravedigger: HOT START! Brenx has all the momentum in this one, thus far.
Freddy Whoa: Bass is now back to his feet.
Zach Davis: As is Roberts. Adam Bass seems a bit dazed still!
Roberts gets to Bass quickly, hooking him for a piledriver. Mister Average doesn’t notice that Brenx now has his sights on the two. After Roberts gets back to a knee, Brenx hits the ropes just behind him. Lee turns right into a huge bicycle kick from Brenx! His foot lands flush across Lee’s face sending him to the mat in a heap.
Freddy Whoa: Run-Over!!!!
Zach Davis: Vicious bicycle kick!
Gravedigger: I felt that one, geez.
Brenx gets back to his feet quickly. He watches as Bass struggles in front of him. Bass has gotten back to his hands and knees. Brenx turns his back to Bass and towards CJ Phoenix. Phoenix lunges towards Brenx suddenly. CJ lowers himself to center his gravity before impact. Camera’s flash throughout the crowd to capture the picture perfect spear! Brenx’s feet is taken out from underneath him by Bass, whom is still on his hands and knees just behind Brenx. The spear wows the crowd and announcers alike.
Gravedigger: DID. YOU. SEE. THAT?!?
Freddy Whoa: Bass tripped him up leading to a crowd aweing spear.
Zach Davis: Bass is now back up! Sunset flip by Adam!
Gravedigger: Bass immediately went after CJ.
Adam continues his assault on Phoenix. Lee cuts off his progress with a huge balled fist! Bass stumbles backwards as Lee continues to nail him with rights and lefts. Brenx continues to catch his breath, slouched over in the corner. Bass suddenly kicks Lee in the gut causing him to bend over slightly. Adam follows up with a double armed DDT! He goes for a pin!
Zach Davis: One!
Freddy Whoa: TWO!
Gravedigger: The pin is broken up by Brenx!
Brenx grapples Bass back to his feet. The gut wrench suplex that follows shakes the entire ring. Brenx is back to his feet quickly. He knees an unsuspecting Lee Roberts in the gut. This causes Lee to bend slightly. Brenx wraps both arms around his neck, attempting a stunner! Mr. Average counters with a big shove, sending Brenx off towards Phoenix. CJ spins his feet suddenly. He nearly takes off Brenx’s head with a superkick.
Freddy Whoa: TALON KICK!
Gravedigger: Adam Bass steals a pin!
Zach Davis: The pin is quickly broken up by Lee Roberts!
Roberts hits Bass with a straight right to the forehead! Adam stumbles back then trips over Brenx, whom is still not moving. The crowd responds immediately. Bass jumps back up then runs toward Mr. Average, full speed ahead. Roberts cradles him up suddenly for a tilt-a-whirl back breaker!
Zach Davis: The crowd is loving it.
Freddy Whoa: Roberts took too long to follow up there! He gets nailed from behind by Brenx!
Brenx stumbles around still dazed a bit from the superkick. He clubs Lee across the back once again, sending him to both knees. Brenx grapples Roberts back to his feet then irish whips him towards the ropes. Lee on the return, is lifted high into the air by Brenx! The BrenxBuster shakes the entire ring and hushes the cheers for the moment. Brenx goes for the pin!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Gravedigger: TWO! The pin is broken up by PHOENIX!
Bass tries to go for CJ’s legs while laying on the mat, but Phoenix jumps over him instead. Adam gets back to his feet and swings wildly at Phoenix. He continues to miss as the agile CJ takes to shucking and jiving. Brenx rushes in to hammer Phoenix from behind. Adam Bass and Brenx begin to take turns stomping and kicking on Phoenix. The crowd boos wildly at the two.
Zach Davis: Bass and Brenx are now tag teaming CJ Phoenix.
Gravedigger: He has to get out of that corner! Everytime he rolls for the bottom rope slash apron, he is cut off by a stomp.
Freddy Whoa: The referee rushes in to check on Phoenix. He pushes both Bass and Brenx off!
The referee checks on Phoenix in the corner. Brenx and Bass turn on each other suddenly and begin swapping blows in the middle of the ring. Lee has now gotten back to his feet using the ropes. He watches on as the two men swat at each other, back and forth. Lee hits the ropes to sling himself towards the two men. Brenx and Bass are on the opposite of the ring now close to the ropes, still fighting it out. Roberts nails them both using a double clothesline! All three men fall over the ropes and spill to the outside of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: All four men are now down. The referee has began his count.
Zach Davis: This match has been full of action.
Gravedigger: It better not end with all of them all being counted out! It better not!
Phoenix manages to get back up after the brutal stomping he endured mere moments before. Outside the ring, Bass, Brenx and Roberts all begin to stir. They are all rattled and that becomes evident to CJ, whom is still in the ring. He takes off towards the three men. He picks up speed just before he dives over the ropes. Phoenix does a front flip over the top rope, onto the three dazed men on the outside of the ring. The suicide dive puts all four men down once again.
Freddy Whoa: Easy… That’s what I say. CJ’s suicide dive over the top rope has wowed this crowd. They loved it.
Zach Davis: The referee begins his count!
All four men begin to stir. Bass and Brenx finally get back to their feet. They then begin swapping blows again! Brenx gets the upper hand then rolls Bass back into the ring, underneath the bottom rope. Mr. Average reaches his feet the same time Phoenix does. They both slide in the ring at the same time. Brenx leaves Bass to stomp on CJ.
Zach Davis: They are all back in the ring now.
Gravedigger: The referee has had both hands full with this one!
Mister Average ends up on the top rope after Dropkicking CJ and Bass out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: AVERAGE SPLASH ONTO BRENX!
Zach Davis: Lee Roberts picks up the win!
Mr. Average gets to his feet and gets his arm raised.
Gravedigger: Well... That was an average debut.. I guess.
The scene opens backstage where Jayson Price is walking through a set of double doors into a hallway. He laughs as he rounds a corner into another hallway filled with inflatable palm trees.
Jayson Price: Fucking #BeachKrew idiots! Someone get this shit out of here!
Jayson Price yells and kicks one of the trees over...but the rest of them start hissing and deflating as it hits the ground.
Jayson Price: Stupid.
He walks down the hallway towards another set of doors, but before he opens the doors he groans and grabs his head. He wobbles before shaking it off and walking through the door. The lights flicker and shut off.
Jayson Price: What the hell is wrong with the lights here? Can somebody fix this shit? God damn savages.
The lights flicker...and a figure with a mirror mask in a long black wool coat appears at the end. Jayson spots him, but the lights flicker again and he's gone.
Jayson Price: What was that? Who the hell is in here?
As Jayson walks down the hallway, a door creaks open to the right. His heart starts to pound as the door opens completely and a voice slips through the opening.
Jayson Price: What the fuck is this?!
??: Come in...
Jayson steps in through the door. The room is dark, except for a single light illuminating the center of it. Underneath the light lay a basonette, small crying noises emanating from it. Jayson's facial expression changes to something between confusion and sadness, as if he is recalling a painful nemory buried deep.
Jayson Price: Wha...what?
??: Jayson, I'm so glad you're here...
Wade Moor steps out of the shadows next to the basonette, wearing a black leather jacket with a hood pulled up over his head. He twirls his straw hat in his hand like a hypnotist tool before kneeling down next to the basonette.
Wade Moor: Don't you want to see it, Jayson? Don't you want to see the baby you'll never have?
Jayson's brow furrows and his face hints at rage.
Wade Moor: Hope is gone Jayson...and it's all your fault. You let it die and now you'll never have it again.
Jayson Price: What are you talking about you sick fu-
Loud crying noises start to come from the basonette, splitting Jayson's head right down the middle. He slaps his hands to his ears to drown out the noise...but it's as if it's coming from inside his mind.
Wade Moor: It's ok...shhh, now. It's ok...
Wade bends over and reaches towards the basonette.
Wade Moor: Look at it Price...LOOK AT IT!!!
Jayson Price looks towards Wade...where he stands holding the World Championship cradled in his arms.
Wade Moor: Isn't it lovely, Jayson?
Jayson Price: Stop...
Wade Moor: Isn't it gorgeous?
Jayson Price: Stop.
Wade Moor: And you will never have it again!
Jayson Price: Fuck you!
Jayson lunges at Wade, but the lights immediately turn off. After a few seconds of pitch dark a figure with eyes and mouth sewed shut lunges back at Jayson, but all the lights in the room turn on, revealing it to be empty except for Price. Jayson spins around, scanning every nook of the room, but there is noone else in the room with him.
Jayson Price: What the...what the fuck?!
Jayson leaves the room immediately as the scene fades to black.
Fade in to the locker room backstage. We see "The Mack" Steve Orbit in his ring gear, standing with his tag partner for the evening, Spencer Adams.
Steve Orbit: Aight, we can go out together-- but we go out to my music.
Spencer Adams: What?! No way. I wonder if people even remember your music, you've been gone for so long.
The two men take a step closer to each other.
Steve Orbit: I dunno, they seem to react every time it hits. I mean... definitely a bigger reaction than you, that's all I'm sayin'.
Spencer Adams: I don't think so.
Steve Orbit: Well how about this for a reason? You got pinned last week-- not me. So we use my music.
The comment clearly irritates Spencer. He takes a deep breath, clenching his jaw.
Spencer Adams: Forget it. It was a bad idea. Seperate entrances it is.
Steve Orbit: Fine.
Spencer Adams: Fine.
After a tense moment, off screen we hear Rabid and Atreyu approach.
Johnny Rabid: My music, clearly.
Benjamin Atreyu: Your music? I doubt “God save the Queen” will raise the roof. Just leave it in my hands, Johnny English. I know what’s best for business.
Johnny Rabid: Your hands? So you can make a pig’s ear out of it? No chance, we walk out to my music. This match needs a stamp of class. What it needs...
Rabid finally sees Orbit and Adams standing before them.
Johnny Rabid: ...is a pimped out sex offender, and a tortured mummies boy. And vola! As if by magic!
Steve Orbit: No job squad is gonna save you from us, tonight Rabid.
Spencer Adams: ...Even if you bring out #beachkrew. Which I doubt you have the ability to do now.
Johnny Rabid: I’d say the same about you and your idiotic People’s choice, Adams. But since your pathetic spin doctors are no longer an entity in any form, I’d be wasting my breath. Right?
Benjamin Atreyu: You seem to do a lot of that without any excuse, Rabid.
Johnny Rabid: You just keep tight hold of my coat tails, Atreyu. You might learn something.
All four men stare each other down as the scene slowly fades.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: Kabuki Gomen-Jyo” by Wadaiko Matsuriza immediately begins playing off the surround systems in the Siegel Center in Richmond, Virginia. The crowd give more of a feint cheerful, and joyous reaction this Japanese sensation who walks out from the back dressed in a very customized yet traditional Strong Style attire accompanied with his loyal manager, Mr. Nobunga. His manager holds nothing more than a box, and a sword in each hand while Nagasaki starts doing his Sumo war dance, and bows in the form of honor, and respect to the home crowd of Virginia.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Hailing from Nagasaki, Japan. At six feet, three inches tall. Weighing in at 422 pounds, he is Akane “Nagasaki!” Katsu!
They continue walking down to the ring, admiring the humbled fans who appreciate the performance, and cultural background of Nagasaki.
Freddy Whoa: Ladies, and gentlemen. Welcome back to Slam here live in Richmond, Virginia. Right now we are in our second match featuring our one out of two competitors currently heading to the ring, Akane “Nagasaki” Katsu.
Gravedigger: That is one big fat ass.
Freddy Whoa: Grave! He is a Sumo Strong Style wrestler. Very embraced in Japan.
Gravedigger: Well, he’s on American soil, and he lost last week to Chance Von Crank.
Already inside the ring after stepping over the top rope, he stands poignant in the center of the ring. His mask, and headband are put on by his loyal manager, and he yet again begins another war dance in the Japanese art of Sumo Strong Style. Afterwards, the music fade, and he awaits his opponent while his manager is at ringside in his corner. The lights slowly dim as “Night Call” by Kavinsky immediately gets into the arena’s ear. A beam of pink light emphasizes the presence of Travis Tusk with his signature Wayfarer sunglasses on. He walks down the entrance path until stopping to fold his arms which gives the cue for the stage to erupt with red, and white colored fireworks. After the firework show has ended, the lights return back to their brightness with Travis walking down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from South Bend, Indiana. At five feet, ten inches tall. Weighing in at 174 pounds. He is “TNT” Travis Task.
Zach Davis: This is a mis-match on paper if you want to count the physical attributes of both men. A Super Heavyweight facing a Welterweight.
Freddy Whoa: You definitely are right about that. It’s going to be a very tough challenge for Travis.
Travis, and Akane are suited in their opposing corners. Each of them have the crowd divided on supporters, and since everything is ready. The referee waves his arm in the air, and now the match is underway.
Ding Ding Ding!
Travis, and Akane are circling the ring, and both are coming up with a game plan in their minds. Travis shows more anxiety to be caught in those huge arms of Akane, and so he’s exemplifying his speed, and agility to get the better of his opponent. The Sumo Strong Stylists continues to grapple but Travis is running circles around his body, and now he’s diverting his elbow strikes into that right thigh of Akane. Unfortunately, he’s only slapping it off like it was nothing.
Gravedigger: You think mere strikes to the leg are gonna work kid? Aim for the vulnerable spots.
Again, Travis does his best to weaken that leg with a strike, and move back. All those strikes are right on that leg until he makes the simple mistake of being predictable, and that causes him to be floored to the mat with a clothesline from Nagasaki.
Freddy Whoa: Sickening clothesline from Nagasaki.
Gravedigger: I told you that striking would get him nowhere.
Now Nagasaki is raining down clubbing blows straight into the pack of his Weltwerweight opponnent which keeps him down on his stomach, and can barely even move. It even crosses the line as the four hunrded plus Sumo wrestler puts all his weight on crushing the back of Travis who is yelling out in pain from standing on top of him. The referee forces him off by the count of four, and he picks up Travis off the mat for a sickening palm strike into the cheek to knock him down.
Zach Davis: Another palm strike to the face, knocking Travis down again. This is torture.
Freddy Whoa: True. There’s no questioning the ways of Nagasaki.
Travis shoved off the foot, and rolled away into the nearest corner to gain some distance. For now, he used the top rope to aid in him getting up. Nagasaki charged full force to end his life with a splash but he wasn’t that quick enough. Travis jumped from the corner only to have Akane bash his weight into the turnbuckles which temporarily stunned him for back to back Dropkicks straight into the chest.
Gravedigger: See, that’s where you strike. The head. Keep going Travis.
It even came to a point where his the Super Heavyweight sat down on the middle turnbuckle, and Travis punished with a Muay Thai clinch to uppercut the chin of Nagasaki with multiple knees over, and over, and over.
Freddy Whoa: Jesus Christ! He is punishing the hell out of Nagasaki, and I think he has a busted lip too!
Zach Davis: He does, he does have a busted lip!
Once Travis backs off, he rubs the blood off his lip which pisses him off. Travis goes one last time to finish him off but Nagasaki springs out of the corner to hug him tightly before launching over head into the turnbuckles with a sickening Belly to Belly suplex into the corner. His back hits into the turnbuckles, and ricochets right into the mat.
Zach Davis: Oh my god, he’s done. He is done.
Nagasaki begins to climb up the top rope, and stays seated on the top turnbuckle. Standing on the middle rope, he just drops his entire weight crushing the ribcage of the Welterweight victim with the Banzai Drop!
Gravedigger: BANZAI DROP! Oh my god, he’s dead. He crushed him under his ass. Worst way to die.
Freddy Whoa: Here’s the pin attempt.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Akane “Nagasaki!” Katsu.
Nagasaki gets up off Travis’ body, and stands in the center of the ring pursuing his war dance until Mr. Nobunga accompanies him at his side, and raises his hand in honor.
Freddy Whoa: Well, Nagasaki picks up a win over Travis--
Gravedigger: LITERALLY. He LITERALLY picked up a win over Travis.
Zach Davis: ….Commercial.
In his office, K.L Henson is dressed characteristically in his white button-up shirt with red suspenders and navy blue jeans enjoying the new design of the Talent Relations office though on a far wall was a sign that read "Do not touch!". He is on his laptop researching about things that aren't even work related until someone barges into his office not entirely happy to see the boss. It's Andre who is currently dressed in his ring attire with the hoodie over his he takes a seat in front of K.L Henson's desk.
Andre Holmes: What do you want?
K.L Henson: Thank you for seeing me on such short notice Mr. Holmes. I believe we have a lot to discuss.
Andre Holmes: Like what? Wait...whats with the wall?
K.L Henson: Don't ask...I have been evaluating our newest talent on the roster, and I must say that we're not pleased with you.
Andre Holmes: What do you mean not pleased with me? I'm doing my best so far in the ring--
K.L Henson: Your behavior Mister Holmes. We are trying our best to create a better work environment for WCF, and you are going AGAINST that! You show blatant disrespect to your superiors--
He speaks in a sarcastic light tone while crossing his legs, and looking away.
Andre Holmes: More like inferiors...
K.L Henson: That is PRECISELY what I am talking about. YOU are just starting in WCF yet jeopardizing your future. Katherine laid down specific rules to follow, and you broke them all repeatedly. You were told to be grouped with the selected talent due to budget cuts, and you ignore that. If you continue with this type of behavior, necessary actions will be pursued.
Andre Holmes: You mean like having little George try, and kidnap me so I can kick his ass again?
K.L fixes his sliding suspender as he shrugs, and clears his voice.
K.L Henson: I did not know he was going to do that, and I am not responsible for his actions. You need to check your attitude, and fall in line Mr. Holmes. Wash that mouth of yours as well.
Andre stands up out of his seat, and slams his hands on the edge of the table.
Andre Holmes: No! What you need to do is for you, and your bitch of an assistant to get off my back with these stupid, petty, ego-driven, power hungry rules that you're setting. I don't care for you neither her but I'm damn sure not gonna let some idiot run me around like a common puppeteer. As for "washing", let me "wash" you down too.
He picked up the glass of water near K.L, and splashed him from head to toe with it. He slammed the glass causing it shatter on the rug, and storms out of the office. K.L does nothing but smirk.
K.L Henson: Interesting. Very interesting...
The titantron displays a prerecorded shot of Dag on his cell phone in his estate. He is lying on his back on his bed with a frustrated look on his face. His iPad is next to him with the screen up, and visible on it is the Assistant of Talent Relations' twitter feed.
"Wölfgang. It's Dag. I need a small favor. No, I promise, a small one. Yeah, no shit, I know I already owe you. That's why I'm calling you. I'm trying to take care of business, but I need a little something to make things... Easier. What do I need? Not much, really, just some, uhh... Just like, a lot of bear blood..."
Dag pauses as the unknown ally on the other side of the line gives a response.
"Well not like, a lot- yes, it has to be bear blood! It absolutely must be bear blood. It's, uh, scenario specific. Just please, get me, like, enough bear blood, fuck it just get me a lot of blood. I don't care if you have to slaughter every bear in Norway then sneak into Russia on one those immigrant buses and kill some there too."
Dag suddenly jerks his phone away from his ear and a loud, stern voice can be heard coming through it, but no words are intelligible. When the shouting stops momentarily he tries to diffuse the situation.
"No, no, no, you know I didn't mean it like that, I'm just frustrated. Just, please, ship me some blood before Sunday and I promise I'll be in a much better mood afterwards and I'll be able to get you back sooner and easier. Guarantee it. Alright."
Dag hangs up his Android. The largest, most sinister smirk we've seen from him yet creeps across his face.
The prerecorded video ends.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL... and is for the WCF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE!
Bad News Benson stomps down to the ring looking pissed at the world-- specifically, he's pissed at men, women, children, animals and gods. He stops a few times to harass fans, like the rude, mean old bastard SOB that he is. Once he's made a few children cry, he climbs into the ring as the crowd boos.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger... from any AND EVERY skid row ghetto in the world... weighing two hundred and twenty pounds... BAD... NEWS... BENSON!
Freddy Whoa: I'm afraid I've got some Bad News... Benson!
Gravedigger: ... Horrible, Freddy.
“Conquistador” by Procol Harum plays as Slane walks out from gorilla to a Conway Pop. All business and focused on whomever is in the ring; he makes his way down the ramp and up the steps. After wiping his feet on the apron he then enters between the ropes. Moving to his corner, Slane loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics (toe touches, torso twists, deep knee bends, etc).
Freddy Whoa: The former Scoutmaster is back with a new attitude towards the WCF galaxy.
Zach Davis: Yeah, well, I smell a rat! And I think the fans do, too. I think he does have some sympathy because Dustin Beaver, despite losing the Television Title, has no relinquished it yet!
Zach is referencing the mixed reaction that the crowd is currently having towards Slane.
Gravedigger: The fans don't know what to think-- he's gone soft, that's all. This used to be a stand-up guy. Now he's a pandering, ass-kissing shell of his former self. Pathetic.
DING DING DING
The match begins with both men circling each other. They briefly tie up.. Slane breaks it up and hits Benson with a right hand. Slane with another right hand, followed by a left-- Slane with a shoulder block, taking down Benson. Benson gets to his feet, Slane drops him again with a clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: The Champion Start Slane with an obvious size advantage.
Gravedigger: True, but this Benson has a mean streak in him and I don't know if this "new" Slane can handle it.
Slane clubs Benson's back as he tries to get up. Slane pulls Benson to his feet and whips him-- no, it's reversed and Benson whips Slane into the corner. Benson with a boot to the groin!
Freddy Whoa: Ugh! Obvious low blow there. Bad News Benson is going to get himself disqualified!
Gravedigger: He doesn't care, he just wants to hurt people. And that's one way to do it!
The ref gives Benson a stern warning, which he shrugs off. Benson pulls Slane up and puts his neck across the bottom rope, choking him out with his boot. The ref counts to four, Benson takes his boot off. Benson gloats to the crowd.
Zach Davis: Benson is proud of his cheating ways, apparently.
Slane slowly gets up, clearly in pain. Benson charges towards him with a punt kick! BUT NO, Slane rolls away and trips him up, Benson goes head first into the turnbuckles!
Freddy Whoa: Slane buying himself some recovery time here.
Benson falls with his neck and arms draped over the middle rope. Slane eyes him and appears conflicted.
Gravedigger: Look at Slane! He wants to choke out Benson-- just do it, man!
Slane shakes off the temptation and instead grabs Benson away from the ropes. He whips him to the opposite ropes... flapjack into a POWERSLAM!
Zach Davis: My God he shook the whole arena with that one! Thunderous!
Slane pins Benson.
Freddy Whoa: NO! Benson kicks out.
Slane pulls Benson up and puts him in a bear hug!
Zach Davis: Look at those massive arms just wrapped around Bad News Benson. He's squeezing the life right out of him.
Benson tries to break free. He struggles, but he can't. Finally, he pokes Slane's eye!
Freddy Whoa: That dirty SOB!
Slane breaks the bear hug. Benson kicks Slane in the gut, doubling him over-- standing headscissors, he lifts Slane up... PILEDRIVER! Benson pins Slane!
Freddy Whoa: NEW TV CHAMP?!
Gravedigger: NO! Slane kicks out!
Benson pulls Slane up and hits him with a right hand. He throws another right hand-- Slane blocks it, and throws a right hand of his own. Slane with a throat thrust uppercut, and another. He grabs Benson... hangman's neckbreaker!
Zach Davis: Stuart Slane is back in control.
Slane grabs Benson as he gets to his feet, and whips him to the ropes. Slane rebounds off the other sider of the ring, charging towards Benson... SPEAR INTO A LIFTING ONE-ARMED SPINEBUSTER!
Freddy Whoa: RUNAWAY SLANE!
Slane grabs Benson's legs and turns him over, applying an inverted cloverleaf!
Zach Davis: He's almost got it locked in-- KNOTTED UP!
Gravedigger: Benson is in a world of hurt... will he tap?!
After a few painful moments...
Freddy Whoa: He will!
DING DING DING
“Conquistador” by Procol Harum hits the PA once again.
Freddy Whoa: Slane retains the TV Championship!
Zach Davis: And the fans still don't know what to think.
Mixed reaction from the crowd as Slane celebrates. Despite the reaction, he smiles proudly and thanks the crowd.
Gravedigger: Well, he's knocked off Bad News Benson-- but Beaver has got to be looking for a rematch, not to mention the rightful number one contender-- Andre Holmes. He kind of got screwed in this whole situation!
Freddy Whoa: How? The Television title has to be defended weekly, period. Holmes will get his shot at the Pay Per View where the match will be bigger and better-- can he overcome Slane?! That's the question.
Zach Davis: If anyone got screwed, it is Slane - the former Champion stole the belt that is no longer his!
After the match is over Stuart walks over to side of the ring closest to the timekeeper's table. He asks for, and receives, a microphone.
Stuart Slane: People of Richmond, Virginia, good evening.
There's a small pop when Stuart identifies where Slam is taping from, but otherwise the reaction is muted.
Stuart Slane: I know you are not here to listen to me pontificate, so I will be brief. Last week, after winning the Television Championship from Dustin Beaver-
Some boos when the #beachkrew member is referenced.
Stuart Slane: I was attacked and robbed of the prize I had fought so hard to obtain: the title belt itself. The culprit? None other than the aforementioned Mister Beaver. Since then he has made no effort to justify his actions, or apologize for his unsportsmanlike behavior, or return what he has stolen from me.
Wavedigger: I thought Slane said he was going to be brief.
Zach Davis: For him this is brief.
Stuart paces around, clearly agitated.
Stuart Slane: Therefore, I have no choice than to issue Mister Beaver this ultimatum: report to this ring immediately and relinquish the belt, or I will hunt you down and take it from you.
The crowd, always eager to see a good old fashioned brawl, cheers for Stuart's threat.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Stuart Slane just called out Dustin Beaver in front of the entire WCF Galaxy. How's Beaver going to respond?
For a while nothing happens. Slane prowls between the ropes, his eyes usually focused on the ramp that leads backstage, but also occasionally sneaking glances to the rest of the arena, as if he expects an ambush. The crowd, growing bored, begins to boo.
Beaver’s music finally hits the PA, but instead of Dustin Beaver walking down the ramp, a very pale, gangly looking young man with a “Beavlieve!” shirt on, stumbles towards the ring. The man slowly slides under the bottom rope, staring at Slane the entire time, afraid for his life. A mic is handed to the young man, as the WCF Galaxy attempts to understand what is going on.
Snowball: Hi folks, my name is Snowball, I’m a student at ‘The 6 Wrestling School’, where the Supreme Beavliever himself, Dustin Beaver trains. Dustin is sorry that…well he’s not sorry, but he can’t be here tonight. He sent me here this evening to send you a message, Mr. Slane. The Great Beaver wants you to know that… that he knows you are a fraud and just a puppet hired by Seth Lerch to attempt to steal Dustin’s SeaV belt that he right earned and deserves. For that reason, he will not be at tonight’s show, but he will be at Fifteen to officially take back what is rightfully his!
Zach Davis: Dustin Beaver isn't going to be at Slam tonight? But he's got a tag match later! He and Andre Holmes are scheduled to face Howard Black and Occulo!
The news shocks Stuart as well. Then he gets very, very angry.
Stuart Slane: Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. A puppet of Seth's? Maybe once upon a time, but not anymore. And I EARNED that title; the TELEVISION Title!! Say it with me: Tel-e-vision. It's no longer the SeaV belt. It's no longer Mister Beaver's belt. It is my belt.
Stuart rubs his jaw and addresses Snowball directly.
Stuart Slane: How can you wear that shirt? How can you "Beavlieve" in a man so petty, so cowardly, he is willing to shirk his duties rather than risk losing something that doesn't belong to him? Mister Snowball, if you see your friend before I do, give him this message: He can run. He can even hide for a while. But eventually, he will have to face me. And by continuing to duck me, all he's doing is making worse on himself when I finally get my hands on him.
Snowball pulls a small piece of paper out of his front pocket after listening to what Stuart had to say.
Snowball: Mr. Beaver was prepared for such a message from you, Mr. Slane, so he had me write down what he wanted to say. And I quote, "The Supreme Beavliever is not ducking you, Ol' Stu. I am going to hand you your ass on MY terms, not on the terms of someone who's been back for a whole two weeks and thinks he runs this place. I will see you at Fifteen when I walk MY SeaV belt into the building, and I will be walking out with MY belt in victory when it is all said and done, you can Beavlieve that."
Snowball returns the small piece of paper to his front pocket.
Snowball: And as far as being a Beavliever goes, Mr. Slane, I know you've been gone for awhile...but things have changed. While you've been gone doing whatever, this guy who had nothing to do with wrestling 6 months ago has emerged and achieved what many could not do in the YEARS they spent in wrestling. US Beavlievers have gone from seeing some guy who couldn't gain the attention of one person with his wrestling talent, to very quickly this superstar holding the gold for a substantial amount of time. I wear this "Beavlieve!" shirt with pride because not only are he and #beachkrew cool as hell, but Dustin has it, he's the exciting future of this company. Maybe it's just time to face facts, Stuart, you're just old news..."
Snowball stares warily at Slane for a brief moment before dropping the mic and scurrying out of the ring. He walks backwards up the ramp still staring at Slane as the camera pans to Slane still standing in the ring, holding a mic.
We cut backstage to find WCF World Champion Wade Moor walking backstage towards his locker room. He appears to be in quite a hurry as he pushes by a couple of backstage crew members. Wade finally stops outside his lockerroom but pauses when he hears what appears to be a fight going on within.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa whats going on in there?!
Zach Davis: I have no idea but this can't be good. Wade better watch this back here...
Gravedigger: Wade better watch his back? Did I just hear that right? Hahaha!
Wade slowly outstretches his arm and pulls down the door handle expecting to find someone inside. He pulls the door open as a seagull flys out of the room and down the corridor.
Zach Davis: Was... was that a seagull?!
Freddy Whoa: Ummmmm it would appear so, Zach. How did that get in there?
Gravedigger: I wonder.
Wade slowly enters his lockerroom not really know what else to expect and throws his bags down in anger. The room has been absolutely covered in sand, a big smiling sun has been stuck onto the wall and little sandcastles have been made in several different locations.
Zach Davis: Hahaha what is this!
Gravedigger: I think we both know what this is, Zach.
Wade looks around his now extremely beach-like looking room and picks up a little pink piece of paper.
"Hi Waddle Bear... sorry I couldn't play with you today. I hope you enjoy what I've done to your room. Already made some sandcastles... hope you don't mind. Kat xx"
Wade throws the piece of paper down onto the floor and steps back out of the room closing the door behind him.
‘Never Again’ by Nickelback plays over the loudspeakers and a man wearing a white robe and hood makes his way down the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: Jordan wolfram, ladies and gentlemen…Will someone fire this guy, already. He’s gone too far already.
Freddy Whoa: fuck firing this bitch, someone put a bullet in his fucking head already.
Gravedigger: I don’t know, he’s kinda cool.
He climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone.
Jordan Wolfram: It’s come to my attention that my remarks about some of the less fortunate skinned people in the WCF has been perceived as racism, and not personal attacks. ZMAC can call anyone he wants an “F” word, yet when I describe the blacks as nig… *ahem* I mean the ‘N’ word I’m suddenly perceived as racist. I assure you that it is not my intention to do so…
Freddy Whoa: He’s wearing a fucking Klan Outfit! How can he say he’s not racist.
Jordan Wolfram: I know it’s not Halloween, but I thought I would try out my costume for you. I’m a ghost… get it?
He takes off the hood and reveals that he has a small square shaped mustache underneath his nose.
Zach Davis: Is that a Hitler mustache too?
Jordan Wolfram: I was thinking either a ghost or Charlie Chaplin.
Jordan Wolfram: You see, am I the racist one, or are all of you? You perceive me to be one thing, and perceive my costumes as something that could very well just as easily be something completely different. It’s all about perception, that’s all. Don’t hate me because of how you think I am. If you need to hate me do so for the things that I do. I viciously assaulted DeMarcus Jordan… if you like him hate me for that. If you hate him love me for that. It’s simple. I’m not here to garner any of your love, just to win titles, and spread the word of the Lord… Praise be!
Gravedigger: He’s got a point.
Zach Davis: No he doesn’t!
Jordan Wolfram: And some of you may hate me for what I’m going to say next… especially those of you already involved in the match, but I’m renouncing my match against DeMarcus Jordan to enter the International Title Match!
#1 by Nelly hits the PA and the fans loose their shit. Normally, they wouldn't react so strongly to the entrance of a rookie who has only been around for a couple weeks, but Wolfram was such a piece of shit that they couldn't help but cheer their fucking heads off.
Freddy Whoa: Finally. I hope he fucking kills this racist-
Gravedigger: That would just be proving his point, eh?
Zach Davis: Lets...listen and see what he says.
DeMarcus makes his entrance onto the stage, close behind him is Andre Holmes. DeMarcus with mic in hand. The music eventually fades, as does the crowd cheering, and DeMarcus puts the mic to his lips.
DeMarcus Jordan: Look-
Jordan Wolfram: I am sorry, you should let your boss there talk, BOY!
DeMarcus looks back at Andre who shrugs. DeMarcus shakes his head and drops the mic. He begins down the ramp but Andre, picking up the mic, holds him back on the ramp. They begin to argue for a moment.
Jordan Wolfram: Look here you silly n***er, listen to that man before you get punished again.
Andre shakes his head and lets DeMarcus go. DeMarcus rolls into the ring as Jordan Wolfram braces himself. However, DeMarcus doesn't attack...he stops and raises the mic he grabbed from Andre to his mouth.
DeMarcus Jordan: I know that you have taken your sweet time from leading the Klan to be here tonight, and we all sincerely thank you. But since day ONE you came in here and picked a fight with me. DAY ONE! And now, now you have the chance to give these people what they want, and you are going to back out? I don't think so.
Jordan Wolfram: What you are saying is these people want to see me put you in your place?
Freddy Whoa: NO YOU BITCH!
DeMarcus Jordan: No. No you are mistaken. Sorry I didn't clarify. These people paid good money for fifteen to see me WHOOP YOUR ASS!
Jordan Wolfram: Nah. I don't think so. Nobody needs to see a cotton picker like you do-
DeMarcus Jordan: You know what you son of a bitch, they don't have to wait till fifteen.
With that, DeMarcus drops his mic and charges at Jordan Wolfram. Wolfram however, was ready for this, and pulls out from his pocket a taser and tasers DeMarcus. DeMarcus drops to the ground and Wolfram turns toward Holmes, who has started to run toward the ring. He points to him...
Jordan Wolfram: If you enter this ring I will tase you too you blood traitor. You should be backing me up, not this APE!
Andre stands ringside, waiting for a moment he can enter the ring.
Jordan Wolfram: So you think that you can beat the shit out of me, huh, DeShaun? You really have been snorting cocaine and smoking crack more than I originally thought. I can deal with those foreigners some other time, we have a domestic issue I need to take care of, the heavenly father is telling me now to accept this match. I need to destroy you before I can do anything else.
Jordan begins to tase DeMarcus more, and thats when Andre enters the ring. The rest of Rebellution come running out of the back, and hit the ring with Andre, all of them sliding in. Jordan Wolfram rolls out and runs around the ring. Rebellution tends to DeMarcus, trying to help him up.
Freddy Whoa: I hope that DeMarcus kills this fool.
Zach Davis: That was horrific to watch.
Gravedigger: HE STOLE MY IDEA!
Zach Davis: Welcome back to SLAM! Up next, we have a six man/woman mixed tag team match!
Gravedigger: Let's GO!
"Grove Walker" by FLOOR BABA blasts over the PA Systems as the lights dim and aim to the curtain in unison with the downward swell of the song. Henson slowly walks out to the stage. He takes a deep breath then exhales with a wide smile before dropping to his knees with his arms wide open and his head reeled back, almost touching the ground. He then swings himself forward. But as he does so, the lights completely black out.
Freddy Whoa: KL HENSON! He looks ready to go for this one.
Gravedigger: Ready to get beat!
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 200 pounds, K! L! HENSOOOOON!
Every fourth kick from the song, the ramp lights flash, giving a small glimpse, almost a still of Henson making his way to the ring until he rolls into the squared circle and gets on his knees again with his arms spread wide as the lights blast a little too brightly.
Zach Davis: He’s gonna hurt his eyes that way.
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. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowd's energy.
Gravedigger: Boooooo! Go Home, Phoenix!
Zach Davis: She can't. She will be teaming with Henson and Mr. Holden.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 134 pounds.... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
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.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Arena's lights start to flicker and dim until they are producing a faded yellow light that is associated with a old light bulb. Four Rustic Horses begins to Play as Mr. Holden walks out. The lights flicker as he makes his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… Hailing from the GREAT UNKNOWN…. MRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR HOLLLLLLLLLLLDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEN!
Mr. Holden walks down to the ring unphased by the crowd or of the size of the moment. The emotionless man slides into the ring under the bottom rope and waits for his opponents.
Zach Davis: Mr. Holden shows no emotion.
Kyle Steel: Introducing ....Fighting out of Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in at 275 lbs...Cormack MacNeill!
The drone of the pipes fills the air as MacNeill slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp. The DropKick Murphys fill the air. He stops and looks around at the raucous cheering crowd. He takes a moment and raises his fist in salute.
Freddy Whoa: MacNeil is amped for this one.
Zach Davis: He better be.
As the drums kick in, MacNeill walks slowly down to the ring, stopping at the end of the ramp to eye the ring before climbing up and sliding into the ring. He takes up a position in his corner and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up.
Gravedigger: He better watch those other three while he’s alone here.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the backup.
"Lean On" hits the airwaves, as Tiffany White emerges from the curtains, pink strobe lights engulfing the arena. Tiffany blows a few kisses to any attractive females she comes across, but those are few and far between. As she climbs the ring and gets to the ropes, she hears a man in the front row wolf whistle at her, prompting her to flip him a quick middle finger. She stands in the ring and waits for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: Now making her way to the ring… Hailing from Las Vegas, NEVADA! TIFFFFFANNNNNNNYYYYYY WHIIIIIIIITTTTE!
Zach Davis: White has shown real promise since her debut. She looks to bounce back here after suffering a loss last week.
Freddy Whoa: No Pixie Paradoxxx?
Zach Davis: She’s hidden some place safe from that degenerate.
Gravedigger: cVc is a psycho. Good thing Pixie sought White out.
#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.
Freddy Whoa: Jordan is looking for a win here, tonight.
Gravedigger: No shit. They all are. Listen to this guy...
Zach Davis: Gravedigger has thin patience tonight, we apologize.
Jordan 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: Not thin patience, just stating the obvious will leave us tasting bland, Whoa.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
The referee comes in to gain order before calling for the bell. He sends Phoenix and Holden to their respective corners. He does the same with White and Cormack. Henson and Jordan will start this one.
Zach Davis: K.L. Henson and DeMarcus Jordan will start us off here.
Gravedigger: The referee calls for the bell! GO!
The bells rings and Henson charges in with a sharp elbow. He catches Jordan just above his right eye causing DeMarcus to stumble backwards.
Freddy Whoa: Henson strikes first!
K.L. follows up with charging headbutts. Everytime Henson headbutts Jordan his head snaps back with real force. He works DeMarcus towards Katherine and Mr. Holden, in the corner. Henson shoves Jordan into the corner then begins to choke him with both hands. The referee rushes in to count, then grabs ahold of Henson’s arm to warn him. K.L. turns completely around to protest the ref and to put himself between the referee and DeMarcus. Now hidden, Holden nails Jordan in the ribs through the ropes with a huge knee shot.
Gravedigger: DeMarcus has to get out of that corner.
Zach Davis: They continue to work as a team here. Henson tags in PHOENIX!
Freddy Whoa: Here comes KAT!
White and Cormack both reach for a tag from Jordan. DeMarcus crawls towards his corner, still far from reach. Phoenix bounces off the ropes then hits Jordan with a boot the the skull, sending him back flat to the mat.
Zach Davis: WOW! Did you see that?
Freddy Whoa: She took him down with that shot!
Gravedigger: UGH, KAT GOES FOR A PIN!
Katherine pins DeMarcus but MacNeil breaks it up quickly. The referee halts his count then sends MacNeil towards his corner. In all the shuffling, DeMarcus continues to crawl while reaching out. Phoenix can’t catch Jordan now. He reaches up and tags in MacNeil, whom just got back to the apron moments prior.
Freddy Whoa: Jordan tags in MacNeil!
Katherine quickly gets back to her corner after the tag. She tags in Mr. Holden and he dashes through the ropes. Holden charges at Cormack! MacNeils lifts his knee slightly just as the two charging men meet in the center of the ring. The knee catches Mr. Holden in the gut halting his progress completely. He does a front flip over Cormack’s extended knee wowing the crowd.
Zach Davis: WOW!
Gravedigger: Nasty knee lift!
Freddy Whoa: Mr. Holden’s forward momentum has just turned on him.
MacNeil follows up with mounted shots. Mr. Holden gets hit again and again with balled fists. He falls backwards into the ropes. Cormack sling shots off the ropes just behind him to get a run at Holden. He feels a sharp slap across his right palm just as he touches the ropes. White tags herself in then glides through the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Tiffany White just tagged herself in!
Zach Davis: Cormack looks shocked.
Gravedigger: He is, but she wants in that ring.
MacNeil brushes it off and gets back on the apron. White makes a mad dash for Mr. Holden. Tiffany winds up in Holden’s own corner. She gets to Holden but is hammered out of nowhere! Henson grins wide after smacking White. The referee warns him as does Katherine Phoenix. She screams at Henson after the cheap shot.
Zach Davis: Kat did not like that cheap shot on White.
Freddy Whoa: What does she expect? These guys are dirty.
Katherine jumps down off the apron after the cheap shot, shaking her head at K.L. She ends up at the announce table. Phoenix bends down to swipe all the papers off Gravedigger’s part of the table. Gravedigger is furious.
Zach Davis: Are you okay?
The ring shakes suddenly after Holden gives White a brutal brain buster. He has now gained the upper hand and continues to keep White in his corner. Phoenix now stands in front of the announce table detesting each and every dirty shot White takes. Mr. Holden hits a DDT on White in the corner. He stands up quickly then begins to drag Tiffany to the center of the ring. Holden then drops down to pin her!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: Kickout at Two and a Half!
White comes to life after the kickout. She tries to drag herself back towards MacNeil and Jordan. Holden gets back up and gives a slow chase. He shows no emotion as he slowly comes up from behind White. Mr. Holden reaches down to nab Tiffany but she suddenly lunges forward at the last second. DeMarcus is tagged in just as Mr. Holden looks up. Jordan nearly takes off his head with a clothesline! Holden hits the mat then jumps back up quickly, so DeMarcus sends him back down with a huge uppercut!
Gravedigger: JORDAN WANTS TO FIGHT!
Zach Davis: He is now taking the fight to Holden!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. DeMarcus has grappled Mr. Holden back to his feet!
Jordan spins Holden around and wraps both arms around him. Mr. Holden desperately reaches out for Henson while in the throes of a mean suplex. Mr. Holden makes the tag mid suplex! DeMarcus slams Mr. Holden with full force completely unaware of the tag. Jordan gets back to one knee and is blindsided by the legal man, K.L. Henson! Henson punts DeMarcus just under the chin sending him to the mat, lifeless. Henson quickly pins Jordan!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: BROKEN UP BY TIFFANY WHITE!
Gravedigger: Nice save!
Freddy Whoa: Indeed.
Phoenix is now back up on the apron. She reaches for a tag after White breaks up the pin. Henson ignores her then begins to circle Jordan. DeMarcus comes to suddenly but keeps his eyes closed. The shot has left Jordan in a daze. He shakes his head slightly causing Henson to come in for the kill. Cormack dashes through the ropes to buy Jordan some time. The referee quickly rushes in but MacNeil positions himself directly in front of K.L.
Freddy Whoa: I hope DeMarcus is alright.
Gravedigger: He took a vicious shot that shocked this crowd. Henson is ruthless and sick.
DeMarcus slowly crawls towards the corner as the referee regains order. Henson is irate when he figures out what MacNeil was doing. Cormack rushes back to his corner. He and White both extend their hands out towards Jordan. DeMarcus reaches….
Henson comes up from behind DeMarcus to get ahold of him. He continues to reach out……
DeMarcus suddenly lunges forward……
Almost Got It…...
Gravedigger: TAG MADE! Jordan tags in MacNeil! Henson is backpedaling now!
Zach Davis: Here comes the scot!
Henson turns in order to attempt a quick tag. He takes off towards his corner and reaches out to tag in Kat, but misses?! Cormack swallows him up in a bear hug. MacNeil drags K.L. backwards while squeezing Henson with all his might.
Freddy Whoa: Bearhug!
Gravedigger: MacNeil is trying to squeeze the life out of Henson.
Zach Davis: Look at Kat on the apron, she is reaching for a tag!
Katherine bounces on the bottom rope while fully extending out for a tag. Henson struggles to escape from the bear hug. He sends headbutts backwards aimed at Cornack, who continues to dodge each one. Each time K.L. gets sit down flat on his feet he drags himself closer towards Kat. Mr. Holden suddenly glides through the ropes. He hits MacNeil in the face causing him to drop Henson. White climbs the turnbuckle in her corner unnoticed by Holden. She whistles and he turns around and looks up at her. She hits him with a flying clothesline! The crowd pops as the referee attempts to regain order. White works the crowd standing out from Holden. She then calls for “On The Button”. Her version of rolling thunder wows the crowd. The referee finally gets ahold of Tiffany. He walks her back towards DeMarcus Jordan in the corner.
Gravedigger: Henson tags in Kat!
Zach Davis: Here comes PHOENIX!
Phoenix takes the tag then quickly hits the ring. She bounces off the ropes and catches MacNeil completely off guard with a huge spear! The spear robs Cormack of all his air. He gasps to catch his breath on the mat. Katherine pins MacNeil!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Gravedigger: Kickout by MacNeil!
Zach Davis: Phoenix follows up with a BOSTON CRAB!!
Katherine rolls MacNeil over using all her strength. She flips him over onto his stomach then sits down on his back, grabbing both of his legs. She applies the Boston Crab and MacNeil responds immediately. He flings both of his arms out, reaching desperately for the ropes. Phoenix just applies more pressure with each squirm.
Gravedigger: She may have him here! He is far from the ropes.
Zach Davis: MacNeil has to get to those ropes or he will tap…
Freddy Whoa: Or… He may pass out from the pain!
Zach Davis: Yeah. That too.
Cormack slowly uses his upper body strength to pull himself towards his corner. Both White and Jordan are reaching for the tag. MacNeil pulls himself closer and closer while Phoenix sits down on his spine. The pain is intense but he continues to pull himself closer and closer. Finally he reaches out with one last thrust! He grabs the bottom rope with both hands. The referee breaks the hold and Phoenix quickly tags in Mr Holden!
Freddy Whoa: Katherine tags in Holden then MacNeil tags in White!
Zach Davis: The crowd loves this.
They meet in the center of the ring! White and Mr. Holden begin swapping blows immediately. Flashes throughout the crowd catch the moment forever. Mr. Holden gets the upper hand quickly. He then finds himself between the referee and Tiffany so he pokes her in the eye. She bends over slightly, rubbing her eye. He grapples her into a violent DDT! He goes for a pin!
Zach Davis: TWO!
Freddy Whoa: BROKEN UP BY JORDAN!
DeMarcus Jordan breaks up the pin. The referee rushes him back to his corner. Holden takes another cheap shot, poking White in her other eye in the ref’s absence. She is now blind in both eyes for the moment. Tiffany begins to rub her eyes. She desperately tries to regain her sight.
Zach Davis: He has now poked her in both eyes!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, that’s illegal.
Gravedigger: He is smart. He caught the referee out of position both times he poked her in the eye. Heh.
Tiffany shakes her head as she stumbles back to her feet. She doesn’t realize Holden has come up from behind her. Mr. Holden wraps both of his arms around White. He lifts her high into the air performing a picture perfect german suplex! She hits the back of her head with all her weight behind it. She slumps over after the violent maneuver. Mr. Holden goes for the pin!
Freddy Whoa: TWO!
Zach Davis: TWO AND A HALF! BROKEN UP BY MACNEIL!
Cormack breaks up the pin at the last possible second. The crowd cheers the save loudly. Mr. Holden appears frustrated after the pin is broken up. White shakes her head and continues to rub both eyes. Her vision is just a blur now. She is basically blind for the time being. Henson slides through the ropes and charges towards Tiffany. He is tripped up from behind by Katherine!? She stops him before he can hit White and now he is pissed. Katherine laughs, then walks back around the ring. White is still blind as Holden charges. She can see a faint figure coming at her so she dodges it. Mr. Holden misses her but manages to trip over her foot. He falls forward, hitting his head on the top turnbuckle! He bounces backwards off the turnbuckle and lands out in front of Tiffany. She raises both arms and reaches for the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: I think White is half blind right now if not completely.
Gravedigger: Those two eye pokes have left her unable to see. She is now safe in her own corner. She's gonna climb the turnbuckle blind!?!
Freddy Whoa: It sure looks that way.
Tiffany climbs the turnbuckle, feeling her way to the top. She looks out towards the ring in front of her. She can just see a blur. White hopes it is Mr. Holden before she dives off. As she dives off, Cormack reaches up and slaps her hand. White doesn’t realize he tagged himself in as she takes flight!
Gravedigger: Pocket QUEENS! THAT’S IT!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think it is. I think MacNeil just got revenge for earlier.
Gravedigger: Huh? Naw...
The crowd is on their feet after the aerial display from White. The double rotation moonsault wows the entire crowd. Tiffany feels for a leg to hook and does so after locating one.
Freddy Whoa: No.
Zach Davis: No.
White is confused by the referee rushing her out of the ring. He informs her about the MacNeil tag before and she is furious. Cormack slides through the ropes and is met by Henson! K.L. hammers away at Cormack while Jordan gets after Holden. The referee has lost complete control of this one.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Mr. Holden hits the Anarchy on Jordan out of nowhere! Mr. Holden drops down, as does the referee, to count.
DING DING DING!
Zach Davis: They stole it! Who was even legal!?
The bell sounds as Mr. Holden gets back to his feet.
Gravedigger: Who cares who was legal? Mr. Holden just won tonight and he's got a chance at the Cruiserweight Title, the Title formerly worn by that nobody Jayson Price, at Fifteen!
Henson high fives Holden as we go to commercial.
"Born to be wild" by Steppenwolf starts playing as multicolored lights fill the arena. Smoke fills the entrance as a huge lime green dragon steps threw the smoke. It walks down towards the ring shaking hands with the fans as he also plays to the crowd by flexing. He makes it all the way around the ring and then does a Hulk Hogan pose right before he points towards the back. The arena goes pitch black as "Earth People" by Dr. Octagon starts playing. Flashes of light flicker as the masked man starts walking towards the ring flipping the fans off who are wearing BeachKrew gear. He stops at one fan who threw trash at him and pours his beer on his head. He starts walking away to only turn around and flip a double bird towards him. He walks up to the lime green dragon and rubs the top of his head right before they climb into the ring.
Psycho Dragon: Earth people the invasion of your planet by these creatures of misfortune must stop and we are the ones who will stop it. I am the first of many who will step up for you who can't stand up. I am Psycho Dragon and this is Psycho Psycho Dragon Dragon. We are members of the Dragon Klan and we will stop what is known as BeachKrew's rule over the WCF. Before you mutter one word Wavedigger you might want to look over your shoulder.
Wavedigger turns around and eats a right fist right in the mouth by a blue masked man in a suit. Wavedigger is down on the floor with a busted lip as "You're the best" by Joe Esposito starts playing and colorful balloons fall from the rafters as all three members of the Dragon Klan stand in the ring with their right arms across their chests. The fans start throwing different colored streamers into the ring chanting "Dragon Klan" as they leave.
Gravedigger: What the fuck was that!?
Zach and Freddy have to hold Gravedigger back.
Gravedigger: He's lucky I have bigger fish to fry than dealing with a nobody!
Freddy Whoa: What bigger fish? Announcing with us?
"The Greatest" by Futuristic hits the PA, pyros flying in all directions as the word 'underrated' finishes. Lucious Start walks out from backstage, surveying the crowd. He nods, pointing to the ring. He starts down the ramp, slapping his chest and pointing out to the crowd. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, stopping to take in the moment. A deep breath, and he jumps up to the apron (a LA Lesnar). He then pops up over the top rope, running to the nearest turnbuckle, saluting and waving to the crowd. He drops, waiting for his match to begin.
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.
Child's Voice: He is One Sick Bastard!
Crowd: You're a sick Bastard!
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 "Hillbilly Rockstar" by Moccasin Creek 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: You're 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.
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: Lucious Starr takes the fight right to Adam Young!
Starr begins brawling with Young as Blue waits for a spot to jump in. It doesn't take long as Starr turns to her and Dropkicks her as she runs at him. He goes for a quick pin but Blue gets out of it. Both stars are up and Starr takes Blue back down with an Arm Drag before taking Young down with an Arm Drag as well.
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie Blue is a clone of Johnny Reb, former WCF World Champion, and Adam Young has also held gold in WCF as well as being a veteran of the company. Lucious Starr has a lot to prove in this match and he knows it!, that is why he's taking the fight right to them.
Zach Davis: I don't think Bonnie Blue likes being called a clone, Freddy.
Starr lifts Blue up and grapples her behind, executing a German Suplex!, but she lands on her feet. She runs at him and takes him down with a Bulldog. She's quickly attacked from behind by Adam Young, who elbows her a few times before taking her down with a Reverse DDT. Young gets to his feet and begins taunting the fans.
Gravedigger: Can you imagine if Adam Young made it to the Final Destination match and won his chance to win the WCF World Heavyweight Title!?
Starr is to his feet and Young goes for a Superkick, but Starr catches it. Starr spins Young around and then hits a Superkick of his own! Young is dazed but doesn't go down; Starr pulls him in and takes him down with a Double Arm DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Great series of offense there!
Starr drops down and pins Young.
Nope!, Young's shoulder is up. Starr lifts him up and Young drops him with a Jawbreaker. Adam Young is able to follow up with a Sitout Powerbomb into a pin!
No!, broken up by Bonnie Blue. Blue lifts Young and hits him with a flurry of stiff elbows before irish whipping him to the ropes. Blue then runs at him and executes a Flying Headscissors. Young rolls out of the ring. Blue quickly jumps to the top and turns as Starr is up; Diving Crossbody to Lucious Starr!
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue on fire!
Gravedigger: When Adam Young is around that becomes a literal possibility.
Blue climbs to the top once again and flies off...
Freddy Whoa: Moonsault! Into the pin!
Broken up by Adam Young!
Zach Davis: Lots of quick nearfalls here; this guys know they're one win away from the Final Destination, and they need to be 100% going into that match.
Young waits for Blue to stand before running at her and taking her down with a Running DDT! He lifts Starr up and throws him to the ropes, as he comes back he executes a Powerslam. He turns back to Blue, positions himself at the turnbuckle..
Crowd: BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!
NO!, Blue gets the knees up! Young stumbles up holding his midsection in pain and is met with a huge Pullback Discus Elbow from Starr. Starr quickly locks him in the I Claim Your Soul!
Gravedigger: Submission applied! Can Young hold on!?
Young screams out in pain but shakes his head defiantly!
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young is one of the best technical wrestlers in the WCF, guys. Could he tap out here!?
Young crawls towards the ropes.... Starr pulls him back into the center!
Zach Davis: He's got no choice! Lucious Starr is going to Fifteen!
NO!, Springboard Dropkicking from Blue to Starr, breaking it up! Starr rolls out of the ring while Blue quickly lifts Young up...
Gravedigger: PARADOX! SHE HITS IT!
Blue drops onto Young, hooking his leg.
Freddy Whoa: BONNIE BLUE WINS!
Zach Davis: This "descendant" of former World Champion, Johnny Reb, is going to Final Destination!
Blue rolls out of the ring as we go to commercial.
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc emerges on the stage in a nice suit and his hat cocked slightly. Looking around, Doc soaks in the crowds cheers, a smile on his face before he heads to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: The Southern Rogue isn't scheduled to be here tonight, I wonder what this is about...
Gravedigger: He's looking awfully happy for someone with the last few matches he's had...
Climbing up the steps, he mounts the outside of the corner and looks around before tossing a fist in the air, drawing cheers.
Zach Davis: He has a mic, I bet there is gonna be some kind of announcement...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, Zach, that announcing school is starting to pay off...
Gravedigger: I know, he's finally going to announce he is getting that sex change!
Doc hops down into the ring and raises the mic to his mouth, pauses and drops it down. He looks over the crowd again, and finally lifts the mic to speak.
Doc Henry: Richmond Virginia!!!
The crowd cheers wildly...
Zach Davis: They sure love him here.
Freddy Whoa: It is the old capital of the Confederacy Zach. He's like a hero to these people...
Gravedigger: Fucking inbreed hicks...
Doc's smile widens.
Doc Henry: It is always such a pleasure to be on the correct side of the Mason-Dixon Line, where people treat you right. As many of you know, my wife and I recently had a pair of children...
Crowd: "Con-Fed-Daddy" *Clap-clap* *Clap-clap-clap* "Con-Fed-Daddy" *Clap-clap* *Clap-clap-clap* "Con-Fed-Daddy" *Clap-clap* *Clap-clap-clap*
Doc reaches into his breast pocket to remove his wallet, and pulls out a picture.
Doc Henry: Just look, ain't they cute?
The crowd 'awwws' as the camera zooms in and the picture is shown on the tron...
Gravedigger: Good thing those kids get their looks from their mother...
Zach Davis: Well, to get a hot black woman like Mary, Doc must live up to his 'Doc the Cock' moniker...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, Zach, did you just make a racial comment?
Gravedigger: Don't mind him, Freddy, it's not true anyway, we all know a black woman marries a white man for one reason... Money and a good credit rating...
Freddy Whoa: You Motha Fu...
Doc tucks the photo away as he continues...
Doc Henry: It is with my progeny in mind that has led me to this decision, and it was not an easy one.
Gravedigger: Hold on Freddy, we can discuss this later, I think Doc is...
Doc Henry: I first joined the WCF in July of 2009, and in the five and a half years I have been here, there has been many memories made, accolades accomplished, and titles won. From becoming a five time Tag Champion, to capturing many singles titles, I have enjoyed prosperity and success...
Gravedigger: Yeah and he rode Reb's ass to those tag titles.
Zach Davis: Um, he only won three of them with Reb...
Gravedigger: Exactly, even the other two was because of Reb...
Doc removed his hat, and looked around the audience solemnly.
Doc Henry: While it still galls me that I never once held the World Heavyweight Championship, I can take solace in the fact that it is not unobtainable. Still, I am at a place in my life where I will be saying goodbye. I will be retiring, so that I may be the father that my children deserve. I can't say goodbye to this business, nor you fans forever, and I shall return in time...
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, Doc's leaving?
Crowd: "One More Match!!!" "One More Match!!!" "One More Match!!!" "One More Match!!!"
Doc Henry: It's funny you say that Richmond, because when I talked this over with Lerch, it came to our attention that I still have one last big match guaranteed...
The crowd cheers wildly, and loudly, drowning out almost everything else... that is, until they begin booing as Seth Lerch steps out from the back. They boo like crazy. Seth stops at the stage, a mic already in his hand.
Seth Lerch: Doc Henry. You know what? I won't lie. I'm happy for you.
The fans cheer for a second.
Seth Lerch: HAPPY YOU'RE FINALLY LEAVING MY COMPANY!
Seth Lerch: I've hated all of you god damn GWC rejects since you entered this company! You, Doc Henry, you nobody; your partner, Johnny Reb, the worst WCF Champion this company has ever seen! You're nothing, Doc Henry!
Doc Henry walks around the ring, pissed.
Seth Lerch: That is why at Fifteen, you're going against a man that... time and time again... has proven that he is your better. A man that you cannot beat. A true WCF original. At Fifteen, I have the perfect opponent for you. ADAM YOUNG!
The crowd pops!
Gravedigger: Perfect match for Fifteen. Adam Young and Doc Henry? They've fought over and over again, these guys are iconic. And they're fighting one last time in Doc Henry's retirement match.
Seth Lerch: Adam Young is going to take you out once and for all, Doc Henry. Good luck.
Seth leaves as Doc Henry's music plays. Doc is left standing in the ring, and is pumping his arms to get the crowd going...
Suddenly, he house lights go out plunging the arena in darkness, before they begin to strobe to the music as Sabotage hits the PA...
Freddy Whoa: What now?
Doc turns towards the stage and waits.
A man wearing a leather jacket over a faded black Neil Young tshirt and denim shorts jumps the barricade next to the announce table, steel chair in hand.
Zach Davis screams like a little girl and hides under the table as the newcomer slides into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Look out!!!
Before he knows what is happening, the stranger brings the chair down across the neck and shoulders of the Southern Rogue, the proceeds to bash him several times, bending the hell out of the chair.
Freddy Whoa: Who is this?!?
Gravedigger: No clue Freddy, but I like him already...
Standing above Doc with a fist in the air, the unknown man spits on the fallen star, and yells...
Attacker: FUCKING QUITTER!!!
As WCF refs and trainers rush to Doc, the new guy drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Backing up the ramp, he watches with orgasmic glee in his eye as the WCF staff attends to Doc.
The horns of “Wing Fortress Zone” by Masato Nakamura blare throughout the arena. The bell rings.
Kyle Steel: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing The Core Institute, accompanied by Administrative Assistant Jeffrey Cornelius, from Albany, New York, weighing in at a total combined weight of 445 pounds, the team of Dean Wolf and Headmaster Bernard Core!
Upon entering the arena, Core and Wolf stop at the top of the aisle. Both men look around the arena before heading towards the ring. Core stares at the fans with disdain while Wolf yells at the fans. Wolf has a banner around his neck while Jeffrey Cornelius follows behind, holding the American flag. When they get in the ring, Core takes the microphone from Kyle Steel.
Zach Davis: Jesus, does he need to talk before every match.
Gravedigger: YES! Show some respect for the headmaster!
Wolf and Jeffrey stand behind and on both sides of Bernard Core.
Bernard Core: I bet all of you thick-headed, uninformed, mouth breathing Richmond retards…
Bernard Core: …all think I’m afraid of Mikey eXtreme and the All American Weapons Match next Sunday at Fifteen for the Championship of the United States.
Zach Davis: And this is the guy that wants to save education in this country.
Gravedigger: Calling people “retards” is supposed to motivate them to try harder. Maybe if I called you two “retards” you’d be better broadcast journalists.
Zach Davis: We’re doing just fine, thanks.
Bernard Core: The only thing I’m afraid of is missing my flight and having to stay in this redneck city surrounded by you toothless nitwits.
Bernard Core: Mikey eXtreme is the one who should be afraid- afraid of me, afraid of Dean Wolf, afraid of the beating he’ll face from MY American flag, afraid of losing the Championship of the United States, and afraid that after next Sunday, he’ll no longer be relevant!
Bernard Core: The only thing that will be relevant will be The Core Institute, the temple at which America’s students will worship. And every morning, those students will recite the Core Institute Pledge of Allegiance; so if you’ll all rise and join us, we’ll say together…
Core and Wolf put their hands over their hearts.
Bernard Core: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the MAN for which it stands, one nation, under HEADMASTER CORE, indivisible, with UNIFORMITY and STANDARDIZATION for all.
Wolf takes the banner from around his neck, opens it up, and shows it to the crowd. The emblem on the banner is the Core Institute’s emblem. He looks at the crowd and yells “COMPLY OR DIE!”
“Get Born Again” by Alice in Chains plays over the speakers.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents, accompanied down the aisle by Vidalia, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at a total combined weight of 555 pounds, the team of Freakshow, and the WCF United States Champion, Mikey eXtreme!
Lightning crashes into the stage as an American Flag takes over the titantron. Almost instantly, Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage carrying a kendo stick with an American Flag on the end. The United States championship sits around his waist. There is a mixed reaction as the crowd wants to boo, but the American Flag wins over some members of the audience. Mikey makes his way down to the ring as Freakshow and Vidalia trail behind. Mikey rolls into the ring as Vidalia grabs the kendo stick flag and heads to his corner. Freakshow begins to circle the ring, staring at Headmaster Bernard Core and Dean Wolf.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think we’ve ever seen Freakshow wrestle before, but the height advantage has to play a factor in this match. Plus, he was attacked by Wolf two weeks ago, so he’s got a score to settle now.
Gravedigger: I agree. Maybe there’s only one retard at this announce table.
Zach Davis: Maybe it’s you.
Zach Davis: What?
Zach Davis: Well, anyway, this is certainly an interesting matchup. You’ve got the two competitors in next week’s Two out of Three Falls All American Weapons Match for the U.S. Title, Dean Wolf, who hasn’t competed in a match since October 18, and Freakshow, who has never been in a ring but is a physically imposing figure.
Vidalia and Jeffrey leave the ring. Mikey and Wolf start off the match.
Zach Davis: I would think that if Bernard Core weren’t afraid of Mikey, he’d be starting out this match for his team.
Gravedigger: He’s not scared. He’s being smart. He wants to scout Mikey ahead of their big match next week.
Freddy Whoa: I would love to see a match between Mikey and Wolf one day. Both guys are pretty similar in that they are both brawlers.
Zach Davis: Yeah, I don’t expect to see a lot of wristlocks between these two.
Wolf gets in Mikey’s face and starts jawing at him, but Mikey responds with a slap to the face.
Wolf turns his head slowly to Mikey. He begins shaking with anger and the two start trading blows with each other. The crowd is into it.
Zach Davis: What did I tell you? Who’s retarded now?
Mikey gets the better of the exchange, punching Wolf until he has him in the corner. He gives him a few more blows to the head, hitting him faster with each punch. He Irish whips Wolf into the opposite corner and hits him with a running clothesline. Wolf falls to his knees. Mikey picks him up and brings him to his corner, smashing Wolf’s head into the turnbuckle a few times. He tags in Freakshow and the fans react to the big man coming into a match for the first time.
Freakshow steps over the top rope and begins choking Wolf. The ref counts to four before Freakshow lets go. He goes back to choking Wolf but breaks before the ref gets to five. Freakshow backs up while the ref admonishes him. Meanwhile, Mikey takes the tag rope and starts choking Wolf with it. Wolf flails around until Mikey lets up when the ref is done speaking to Freakshow.
Freakshow goes to choke Wolf again but Wolf kicks Freakshow in the gut and gets out of the corner. He goes back and forth between punching Freakshow and kicking him in the gut until he comes off the rope and runs at Freakshow. Freakshow tosses Wolf into the air. Wolf lands right on his face.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Did you see that power?
Zach Davis: Impressive!
Freakshow steps on the back of Wolf, who cries out in pain as the big man puts all his weight on the back.
Zach Davis: I think Mikey is content to let Freakshow stay in there for a while.
Freakshow picks up Wolf and starts clubbing him in the stomach with his huge hands. Wolf retaliates with a kick to the stomach and turns to tag in Core, but Freakshow grabs his trunks. Wolf struggles to move but he’s going nowhere. Core reaches for Wolf’s hand but to no avail. Freakshow pulls Wolf in and hits him across the back of the head with a forearm. Wolf flops to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: I think Freakshow is definitely paying Wolf back.
Freakshow goes for a cover.
Wolf kicks out.
Freakshow throws Wolf off the ropes and picks him up into a bear hug. Wolf is in agony as Freakshow squeezes him. Suddenly, Core runs in and clips Freakshow’s left leg from behind. Freakshow falls backward with Wolf landing on top of him. Core goes back to his corner. The ref admonishes Core while Core points at Wolf, who’s got Freakshow in a pin. The ref turns around and starts counting the pin.
Freakshow tosses Wolf off of him. Wolf scurries to the corner and tags in Core. Core comes in, picks up Freakshow’s left leg, and starts kicking him behind the knee.
Gravedigger: That’s how you neutralize a big man; take out his legs.
Core puts the leg down, jumps in the air, and stomps on it. He does it two more times. He picks up the leg again and looks back at Mikey.
Bernard Core: This’ll be you next Sunday!
Core drops his leg on Freakshow’s knee and ties the big man up in an Indian Death Lock. Core gains leverage by pushing his foot up on Freakshow’s right knee. The ref asks if Freakshow wants to give up, but Freakshow just shakes his head.
Freddy Whoa: Freakshow is showing a lot of resilience in his first match ever.
Core continues to apply pressure but then lets up and tags Wolf in.
Wolf runs in and starts putting the boots to Freakshow. Freakshow rolls over and Wolf puts him in a Front Face Lock, hitting him in the head with his knees while still applying the hold.
Mikey eXtreme: Let’s go, Freak!
Mikey and Vidalia start clapping. The fans clap along- while Mikey has a sinister grin forming across his face.
Zach Davis: Wow, these fans are actually clapping along with Mikey, and man whose vision of America is just as skewed as Bernard Core’s.
Freddy Whoa: I think they’re doing it more for Freakshow than Mikey. It’s Freakshow’s debut. Who doesn’t want to see a guy do well in his debut match?
Freakshow feeds off the energy of the crowd and begins to get to his feet. Wolf is shaking his head. Freakshow clubs Wolf in the abdomen with his heavy fists and gets Wolf in the corner. Wolf lets go. Freakshow charges the corner but Wolf moves out of the way. Freakshow crashes into the turnbuckle and turns around, clutching his chest. Wolf gets on the second turnbuckle and hits a bulldog on the seven footer. He goes for the pin.
Freakshow kicks out. Wolf gets Freakshow up to his feet and starts wringing his arm. He brings Freakshow to his corner and tags in Core. Core comes in and hits an ax handle on Freakshow’s arm.
Gravedigger: Good tag team work by the Core Institute.
Core wrings the arm as well. He drives his elbow into it a few times before sweeping Freakshow’s injured leg and putting him in an Arm Lock.
Gravedigger: Bernard Core is working over another part of Freakshow’s body, the arm. Freakshow can’t toss anyone in the air with just one arm.
Zach Davis: You don’t know that.
Gravedigger: True. Maybe you aren’t a retard either, Zach.
Zach Davis: Gee, thanks.
Freakshow reaches for the bottom rope and grabs it. Core holds onto the submission hold until the ref counts to four. Core releases and pulls Freakshow to the center of the ring, where he hits a Delayed Knee Drop to Freakshow’s arm. He goes for the cover.
Freakshow tosses Core off of him. Core rolls to his corner and tags in Wolf. Wolf stalks Freakshow and waits for him to get to one knee before hitting him with a running boot to the face. He walks over to Mikey, spits at him, and screams “Fuck you” while holding up his middle finger. Mikey tries to come in but the ref stops him. While the ref deals with Mikey, Core comes in and both Core Institute members stomp away at Freakshow. Vidalia slaps the apron, trying to get the ref to turn around and notice the double team happening behind him. Mikey finally leaves the ring. The ref turns around chases Core out of the ring. While the ref gives Core a warning, Wolf goes to pick up Freakshow, but Mikey runs in and DDTs Wolf. He scurries back to his corner. The ref turns around and sees both Wolf and Freakshow down on the mat. He begins a 10 count.
Zach Davis: Mikey has made the playing field even here. Now it’s just a matter of who can get up first!
Both men begin to stir and begin crawling toward their corners.
Zach Davis: Wolf’s moving a little faster than Freakshow.
Freddy Whoa: He’s taken less punishment during this match.
Wolf tags in Core. Core runs towards Freakshow, but Freakshow reaches his long arm towards Mikey and makes the tag. Core puts the brakes on as Mikey steps into through the ropes. The crowd goes nuts.
Zach Davis: Oh, here we go! The two men fighting for the soul of America are finally face to face in this match.
Core backs up a little bit but Mikey runs at him and tackles him with a spear. He rains down blows on Core.
Zach Davis: After weeks of sneak attacks and taunting, Mikey eXtreme is finally letting Bernard Core have it!
Mikey picks up Core, sends him off the ropes, and hits him with a Clothesline. He belts Core with more punches until Wolf comes up from behind him and attempts a Dragon Suplex, but Mikey lands on his feet. Wolf gets up and runs towards Mikey but eats a superkick.
Zach Davis: X MARKS THE SPOT!
Wolf drops to the mat. Core gets to his knees and Mikey attacks.
Zach Davis: EXTINGUISHED!
Core lies prone on the mat. Mikey goes up to the top rope and flies off.
Freddy Whoa: FROG SPLASH!
Mikey goes for the cover.
Core kicks out.
Mikey hits the mat in frustration and picks Core up. Core kicks Mikey in the gut and positions him for a Piledriver. Core goes to pick Mikey up, but Mikey blocks it and backflips Core over the top rope and out to the floor. Jeffrey Cornelius runs over to Core to check up on him. Mikey stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for Core to get to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like Mikey is getting ready for a Suicide Dive!
When Core gets up, Mikey runs towards the ropes, but as soon as he hits them, Wolf is there to meet him with a Cactus Clothesline. Both men spill over the top rope and out to the floor.
Gravedigger: That’s why Bernard Core made Wolf his Dean of Discipline!
Freakshow jumps off the apron and down to the floor. He runs, turns the corner, and charges towards Core, but Core uses Jeffrey as a shield. Freakshow spears Jeffrey into oblivion.
Zach Davis: Did he just sacrifice his own son to save his skin?!
Gravedigger: Brains over blood, Zach.
Freddy Whoa: The referee has lost complete control of this match.
Core picks up his steel pole American flag and begins hitting Freakshow in the back with it. The ref calls for the bell.
Meanwhile, Wolf and Mikey get to their feet. Wolf drives Mikey into the barricade. Mikey is down and up against the barricade. Wolf backs up a few feet and runs towards Mikey. Mikey moves out of the way and Wolf bangs his knee into the barricade. Vidalia throws the American flag kendo stick to Mikey, who goes to work on Wolf’s injured knee with his weapon of choice.
Core and Mikey both stop when they notice their partners are being beaten. They stare at each other for a few seconds from across the ring, each with their weapons in hand.
Freddy Whoa: I think Mikey and Bernard Core are having the same idea.
Mikey and Core jump into the ring and inch closer and closer to each other, prepared to use their All American weapons. The crowd is going nuts at the prospect of getting a preview of next week’s match.
Zach Davis: Watching this on TV doesn’t do this moment justice! The roof is about to blow off of the Siegal Center!
Right before Mikey thinks about swinging the kendo stick, Wolf wallops Mikey in the back of the head with a Clothesline. He takes the kendo stick and pushes it down on Mikey’s neck while straddling his back.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, no. This is a bad position for Mikey to be in.
Core begins laughing, tapping his steel pole on the mat. He begins taunting Mikey.
Bernard Core: C’mon, get up! Be extreme!
The ref yells at Core to stop, but Core pushes the ref out of the ring. He brings his attention back to Mikey.
Bernard Core: I’m America’s savior, not you! There is no Mikey’s America! It doesn’t exist!
Core gets ready to whack Mikey in the head with the pole. He lifts it into the air, but before he can strike the prone champion, Vidalia steps in the way. She begs and pleads Core to refrain from hitting Mikey. Core brings the pole down to his side but he stares at Vidalia, wondering what he should do.
Zach Davis: He wouldn’t dare hit a woman. He can’t!
Gravedigger: Wait a minute, you’re telling me that it’s okay for Mikey to damn near kill Chelsea Armstrong, but when Bernard Core thinks about striking Vidalia, it’s all of a sudden wrong?
Zach Davis: There’s a difference! Chelsea Armstrong was a competitor in a wrestling match! Vidalia isn’t! The match is over! She’s trying to protect her friend!
Gravedigger: She’s in the WRESTLING ring. The way I see it, if you’re in that ring, you’re fair game.
Zach Davis: Oh, give me a break!
Core sneers at Vidalia and lifts the flag high up in the air once again.
Zach Davis: OH, GOD, NO!
Vidalia shields her face, but Freakshow grabs the flag from Core. Core and Freakshow have a tug of war with the pole. Vidalia falls to her knees and gives Core a low blow. The crowd pops.
Gravedigger: HOW DARE SHE STRIKE THE HEADMASTER’S HEADMASTER?!
Core falls to his knees. Freakshow has control of the pole, but before he can use it, Wolf swoops in and hits Freakshow with the Hall Sweep. Vidalia jumps on Wolf’s back. Wolf flips her over his head and she lands hard on her back. Wolf picks up the steel pole and limps towards Vidalia as Vidalia creeps back into the corner. With no means for the young lady to escape, Wolf attempts to strike her with the pole, but Mikey comes up from behind him and whacks him with the kendo stick right across the back. Wolf stumbles out of the ring with the steel pole American flag still in his hands. Mikey tries to hit him again from inside the ring but Wolf dodges it.
Mikey turns around and tries to strike Bernard Core in the head with the kendo stick, but Core ducks and rolls out of the ring. Mikey tries to hit Core from the inside as well but fails. Wolf collects Core and the two of them run halfway down the aisle and look back at the ring. Mikey checks on Vidalia and Freakshow. He looks back at Core and Wolf and realizes that one member of their group is missing. He looks outside the ring and sees that Jeffrey Cornelius is still down on the ground from the Freakshow spear. He goes to the floor and brings the young man into the ring. Freakshow grabs Jeffrey by the back of his neck.
Gravedigger: No, no, no, no, no, no, no! They can’t do this to him!
Zach Davis: Oh, but it was okay when Bernard Core wanted to hit Vidalia?!
Gravedigger: There’s a difference! Jeffrey is a college graduate! He has a future ahead of him! Vidalia is some chick that Mikey picked up off the street!
Zach Davis: Will you stop?! I think an eye for an eye is in order here!
Gravedigger: Is that what you want to teach America’s children, Zachary?! An eye for an eye?!
Freakshow picks Jeffrey up and executes his own version of eXplosion.
Zach Davis: Bernard Core, that could be you at Fifteen!
Bernard Core is beside himself in the aisle.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think they’re done with young Jeffrey yet!
Mikey goes to the top rope. He looks at Bernard Core and points at him. Finally, he takes to the air.
Zach Davis: EXIT STRATEGY!
The crowd goes wild. Core sends Wolf down to the ring to retrieve Jeffrey before any more harm can be done. Wolf runs down to the ring, but Mikey swats Wolf away with the kendo stick. Freakshow throws Jeffrey over the top rope. Wolf puts Jeffrey over his shoulder, and makes his way towards Bernard Core.
Kyle Steel: The winners of this contest, as a result of a disqualification, Freakshow and Mikey eXtreme!
“Get Born Again” plays over the speakers. The referee hands Mikey his championship. Mikey holds the title in the air and points his kendo stick in Core’s direction. Core glares at Mikey and holds his American flag up. The camera picks him up yelling “It’s mine! Next Sunday, it’s mine!”
Zach Davis: What are we going to witness next Sunday in the Two out of Three Falls All American Weapons Match?! Who will win the United States Championship?! Whose warped vision of America will prevail?!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know, but I think this version of the Civil War could be more destructive than the original!
The camera gets one last shot of each man’s face before going to commercial.
The cameras backstage fall onto the jumbotron giving the audience a viewing. The shot is of a door with "Asissytent Talwent Durector" written in purple crayon. A figure steps into the frame. Logan. It is in fact him. Logan pushes open the door and makes his way in to find Katherine Phoenix occupied at her desk playing with a jigsaw puzzle, eyes locked on the multicolored plastic box.
Katherine Phoenix: Set the skittles next to the -
She looked up finding Logan, and her words cut short.
Katherine Phoenix: Logibear...?
She rubbed at her eyes and cocked her head like a confused puppy.
Katherine Phoenix: LOGAN!
With panic she scrambled over her desk rather than going around and rushed him, once more like a puppy, but with rabies.
Katherine Phoenix: You've come to see me!
He side stepped her crazed greeting and she fumbled a chunk of her head into the wall.
Logan: I suppose I have.
He leaned over helping her up while she nursed her noggin, leading her back to her chair.
Katherine Phoenix: Thanks babygurl!
He sat opposite of her desk, kicking his feet up.
Logan: Remember that time I tried to peel off your face and replace it with another wrestler?
Katherine Phoenix: Nope!
Logan: Oh... maybe that was another girl.
Katherine Phoenix: WHO IS SHE?
Logan: No, no. The point I'm making is this... I'm here to CUT straight to that point.
Katherine Phoenix: You came here to cut off my face?
A corner of his mouth twitched upwards.
Logan: Well... not originally... but I mean... is that something you'd be okay with?
Katherine Phoenix: H'mm.
She actually pondered on it. He spoke back up before she could answer.
Logan: I came here for business. Brass tax.
Katherine Phoenix: So what exactly is getting cut?
Logan: The point, dear Kathy. Straight to it. You see I was, well, let's say 'surprised' when I discovered that under your regime of skittles along with handling everyones salaries that I ended up on the losing side of things.
Katherine Phoenix: Unlimited hotdogs, babygurl.
Logan: Look at me.
She stares trying her best to never let another blink occur for the rest of her life.
Logan: Hotdogs don't pay the bills. Also hookers don't accept them as payment either -
Katherine Phoenix: WHAT?
Katherine Phoenix: So what are you saying?
Logan: Five million a year.
Katherine Phoenix: Done.
Logan: ... really?
Katherine Phoenix: Anything for you, babygurl.
He stood up from his chair and adjusted a cufflink or two.
Logan: Nice doing business with you, Director.
And off he went.
Katherine Phoenix: BUT...
And there he stopped.
Katherine Phoenix: I'll only do it if you start wrestling again. I miss you, Logibear.
Logan: So... back to cutting off your face.
The jumbotron faded.
Zach Davis: Welcome back!!
Freddy Whoa: Our next match participants are already in the ring.
Gravedigger: From what I've been hearing, there had been a lot talking smack between the four match participants.
Zach Davis: Especially between Andre Jensen and The Monster.
Freddy Whoa: This match is underway!!
Gravedigger: Two del Sol and Kyle Kemp will start the match off.
The two combatants circle the ring.
Zach Davis: The two hook up in a collar and elbow tie-up....
Gravedigger: Scoop Slam!!
del Sol arches his back in pain.
Freddy Whoa: Del Sol stands up.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp with a back hand knife edge chop!!
Kemp grabs del Sol and whips him into the ropes. del Sol bounces off the ropes spins and connects with a spinning heel kick, knocking Kyle Kemp down.
Gravedigger: Del Sol picks up Kyle Kemp and kicks at Kyle.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp grabs the foot, thwarting the attack.
Zach Davis: Enziguri!!
As Kyle Kemp gets to one knee, Two del Sol flies towards the ropes slingshots off the ropes, connecting with a body press on Kyle Kemp.
Gravedigger: Kemp rolls out of the ring and temporarily out of harm's range.
Freddy Whoa: That's not necessarily true.
Del Sol flies towards the ropes and suicide dives through the ropes. At that exact micro second, Kyle Kemp catches at the corner, of his eye, something coming right at him and moves out of the way.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp picks up Teo Del Sol and throws him into the ringside barrier.
Gravedigger: Del Sol is picked up...
Freddy Whoa: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp grabs his opponent...
Gravedigger: Kemp nails del Sol with a DD on the ringside mats.
Del Sol is rolled into the ring. Kemp stands on the ring apron...
Freddy Whoa: Andre Jensen nails Kyle Kemp with a dropkick, knocking Kyle Kemp off of the ring apron. Kemp slides into the ring
Zach Davis: Teo del Sol makes the tag with Andre Jensen.
Jensen quickly enters the ring...
Gravedigger: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Kyle Kemp quickly gets up and Jensen grabs Kemp and drops him face first across the top turnbuckle. Kemp stumbles back, not yet completely falling. By that time, Andre Jensen has bounced off the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: SPINNING HEEL KICK!!
Kemp drops to the mat and Jensen flies to the corner and gets to the top turnbuckle, flying off...
Zach Davis: FLYING ELBOW!!
The elbow drop connects hard.
Zach Davis: Jensen makes a pin cover.
Crowd: THREEEEEE... NOOOOOOO!!!
Jensen looks at the referee with frustration flies to the corner and once again fly to the top turnbuckle...
Gravedigger: Kyle Kemp moves out of the way!!
Kemp picks up Jensen flapjacking him, hangmanning him across the top rope.
Gravedigger: HERE COMES THE MONSTER OBLIVION!!
Oblivion strikes with three quick jabs...
The Monster connects with a spinning backhand.
Connects with a front kick, followed up with an European uppercut.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion grabs Jensen...
Zach Davis: SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!!
As Jensen got one knee Oblivion bounced off the ropes, dropkicks Jensen to the face., which causes Jensen to fall back...
Zach Davis: Teo del Sol tags in!!
Gravedigger: Now this will be good!!
Oblivion slams del Sol down. But Teo gets up runs at The Monster and nails him with a running forearm.
Freddy Whoa: Del Sol grams Oblivion and just connects with a tornado ddt. Pun attempt
Gravedigger: Del Sol pinning Oblivion.
Oblivion grabs Del Sol...
Zach Davis: T-Bone duplex!!
Freddy Whoa: "FALLING DOCTOR, gutwrench powerbomb!!
Zach Davis: DIRTNAP!! Doublehook underhook ddt!!
Andre Jensen charges into the ring...
Gravedigger: D20!! Suplex cutter!!
Kyle Kemp runs into the ring, flapjacking Jensen onto the top rope. Kemp grabs Del Sol dropkicking him into ropes, which del Sol slips through the ropes, but bounces back throwing himself off the ropes, connecting with a Clothesline from Hell onto Kemp.
Gravedigger: Oblivion grabs del Sol and dropping him with a 5150.
NO! TEO REVERSES IT INTO A ROLLUP PIN ATTEMPT!
Zach Davis: Teo Del Sol and Andre Jenson win!
Gravedigger: Teo STEALS the win, to be precise!
We quickly cut backstage where we see Torture pumping his fist in the air, hyped that Teo Del Sol won. We cut back to the arena where Teo and Jenson are backing up the ramp as Kemp stares daggers into the both of them.
Freddy Whoa: You know this isn't over between Jenson and Kemp. Not by a long shot.
A live shot of the backstage area is shown and the camera pans to a door with familar pink writing emblazoned upon it.
Dag comes into frame stalking carefully. He is carrying two large, sealed steel buckets with no label or anything on them which would giveaway their contents. He sets the buckets down, backs up from the door, then charges and bicycle kicks it in. He retrieves the buckets and walks inside.
It is, of course, Katherine Phoenix's office. Her teddy bear is sitting pristinely on her desk and her little kindergartner quality crayon drawings are framed around the room. Dag takes a screwdriver out of his jacket pocket and pries open the lid to one container, then the other. He takes a small note out of his pocket next, and proceeds to pin it to Katherine's teddy bear. It is laminated in anticipation of his next move.
He then begins to toss the thick, rancid red contents from each pale over the room. He coats everything in bear blood, from the picture frames to the teddy bear to her personal rainbow stationary. He doesn't break anything, however, so it may convey the idea that everything she holds dear can be destroyed whenever he wants. He finishes spilling the blood as it drips from the ceiling and oozes over the door stop into the hallway some. He looks around, satisfied.
"Let this be a warning, sweet, sweet Katherine."
As Dag walks out, the camera zooms in on the note tacked to the precious, blood soaked bear. It reads, "Sorry for being naughty Katherine. I cut myself because I felt sad, and I see people do that sometimes to feel better. I don't feel any better though. In fact, I feel worse. I shouldn't have bled all over your nice pretend office... Please forgive me? Love, Teddy."
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... 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.
The opening sound effects of "Relentless" by New Years Day are heard, and the audience knows what they are in stored for. The moment the opening guitar riffs, and drums blast the introduction, the crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers for one of their most cherished athletes in the ring. The lights dim to cover the arena in a blanket of darkness while the strobe lights waver around in a synchronized dance to the rhythm of the song. Andre Holmes walks out from the back with a great smile on his face, receiving all the praise he can get. His hazel eyes wanders to his loyal fans, and he is well dressed in his ring attire with a black vest zipped up with his name on it. He walks down the entrance path, and then stops when the lyrics says "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up..."; Suddenly, he raises his arms in the air, and a parallel line of pyro shoot up at once behind him.
Afterwards, he continues his path down to ringside meeting a few fans on the way, and quickly hops onto the apron. Swooping through the ropes, he charges to the nearest corner and leaps to stand on the second rope singing out the chorus of the song with pride, and great fashion. Hopping down to the canvas, the lights return to brighten the faces of each member in the audience while Andre unzips his black vest and hands it to the ringside crew. After the music fades, he rests back in the corner preparing for his opponent while the crowd chants his name.
Where Are U Now by Skrillex and Diplo hits.
Zach Davis: Time for the former Television Champion!, the man currently in possession of the belt!
However, Dustin Beaver doesn't come out. Andre Holmes shouts towards the entryway, annoyed.
Gravedigger: The rightful WCF Sea-V Champion doesn't have to come out here and wrestle if he doesn't want to, Zach! And he doesn't want to!
Zach Davis: That's crazy! He's just paranoid someone is going to take that belt away from him!
Freddy Whoa: Well, he'd be right!
Andre Holmes turns towards the Sentinels and sighs as the bell rings.
Gravedigger: Looks like we've got ourselves a handicapped match! Somewhat appropriately, since Occulo and Black are competing in a handicapped match at Fifteen!
Holmes runs at Occulo and tackles him down but Black immediately kicks him off. Occulo and Black lift Holmes up and hit a Double Suplex before the ref yells at one of them to get out of the ring, which Occulo does.
Zach Davis: Can the Number One contender to the Television Title defeat two thirds of the Sentinels here tonight?
Holmes is up and runs at Black, but Black hits a Hip Toss before putting him into an Arm Bar. Some fans shout "ARM BAR!" Holmes, being fresh, is able to scurry to the ropes and demand a break. Black breaks the hold but as Holmes stumbles up, Black hits him with a Dropkick to the shin, causing his leg to buckle. Black quickly grabs Holmes and executes a Vertical Suplex before applying a Single Leg Boston Crab.
Freddy Whoa: Submission applied!, and Holmes can't get out of this one so quickly!
Gravedigger: If he had a partner, that would be a real help right now. Too bad Dustin Beaver has better things to do!
Holmes yells out in pain and crawls towards the ropes... slowly but surely...
Zach Davis: He makes it! He saves himself again!
Once again, the ref forces a break. Black releases the hold and backs off again before running at Holmes...
Freddy Whoa: Shining Wizard! Brutal kick!
Instead of going for a pin, Black tags in Occulo. Occulo enters the ring and immediately locks Holmes in a Sleeper.
Gravedigger: The Sentinels are being slow here, methodical. They're not rushing things. They don't HAVE to rush things.
Zach Davis: They're practicing for Dune, Gravedigger. They're not going to beat him by going toe to toe in a fast paced slugfest or anything - they're going to beat him by wearing him down.
The crowd begins getting behind Holmes, urging him up. Holmes begins fighting to his feet and he elbows his way out of the Sleeper; he hits the ropes and runs towards Occulo, only to get caught and taken down with a Powerslam!, into the pinfall!
No!, Holmes gets the shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: Andre Holmes has a lot to prove guys. Fifteen is easily the biggest match in his WCF career, and he hasn't been here THAT long. He knows he has a lot to prove, and he's showing heart here tonight.
Occulo lifts Holmes up and takes him right back down again with a Swinging DDT. He then tags Black back into the match. Black enters and both he and Occulo lift Holmes up...
Gravedigger: DOUBLE DDT! DAMN!
Occulo exits the ring as Howard Black makes the pin attempt.
NO!, Holmes gets the foot on the ropes!
Zach Davis: He got hit with two DDTs in a row... if he wasn't near the ropes this match would've been over, no way he could've kicked out.
Black kicks Holmes a few times before climbing to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Howard Black going high risk here...
Gravedigger: NO! HOLMES ROLLS AWAY!
Black stumbles to his feet as Holmes looks to finally capitalize and get some offense! He runs at Black..
Zach Davis: TORNADO KICK!
NO!, Black avoids it and grabs Holmes from behind.
Freddy Whoa: GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE BRIDGE PIN!
NO! HOLMES ESCAPES IT!
Zach Davis: Like we said earlier, Gravedigger, Andre Holmes has something to prove here tonight!
Black tags Occulo back in. Occulo smells blood and is looking to end this. He measures Holmes up...
Freddy Whoa: OESOPHAGUS BUREAU!
NO!, Holmes ducks it and Occulo accidentally elbows Black! Black flies off the apron and in an instant, Holmes rolls Occulo up!
Zach Davis: ANDRE HOLMES WINS IT!
Occulo rolls out of the ring as Holmes' music hits.
Freddy Whoa: He didn't need Dustin Beaver! He won it on his own!
Gravedigger: Let's be serious. He GOT LUCKY on his own.
Freddy Whoa: Well if he gets lucky like that at Fifteen, we'll have a new Television Champion, and Dustin Beaver won't be able to stop it!
Black and Occulo head up the ramp as Holmes celebrates.
Zach Davis: You can guarantee the Sentinels will be rewatching this match to figure out how they can up their game in order to defeat Dune at Fifteen, guys.
As we cut back from commercial, the scene is set with a lavish table and chairs, upon which lays a contract for the people's title contest to take place at fifteen. Kings of Leon plays throughout the stadium as the fans all watch in eager anticipation.
Freddy Whoa: And it’s time for the People’s Title contract signing. The hype behind this match has been through the roof, guys!
Gravedigger: No kidding, it’s not every day that a champion gets to face off against the first guy to hold his belt.
In the center of the ring, in a crisp Italian suit stands Torture. The fans serenade the legend with a chorus of his Award winning single "Face Side" as he flashes a toothy grin.
Kyle Steel: And now, ladies and gentlemen-
Torture snatches the microphone from Steel's hand and gestures up the ramp with a flourish.
Torture: Ladies and gentlemen it is MY pleasure to introduce to you, your people's champion, Teo del Sol!
The crowd erupts as Teo's music blares through the arena, and the champion steps onto the ramp in a WCF hoodie, holding the People's title proudly over his head. He makes his way slowly towards the ring, high fiving the front row as he goes. Meanwhile in the ring, torture joins the audience, applauding the luchador as he makes his way into the ring.
The two men step through the ropes and stare each other down, confident grins on both men's faces. After a few tense moments, torture extends his hand in a gesture of sportsmanship, both men lock hands and lock gazes. The handshake lasting a few moments as they stare unblinking, their grips tightening as the veins on their arms begin to show from the effort. Torture nods his head and releases, giving Teo an opportunity to shake the numbness from his hand when tortures back is turned.
Freddy Whoa: Nothing but respect being shown between these two.
Zach Davis: That’s great to see, Freddy- for once we’re going to have a contract signing without a fistfight.
The pair take their seats as a lawyer shows them where to sign. Teo quickly puts his name on the dotted line and passes the contract to Torture as he grabs a microphone.
Teo del Sol: Torture, before you sign there I just want to say what an honor it is to be facing the very first People's Champion. All those years ago you pioneered this division, now look at the heights it has risen to!
The audience cheers Teo's show of respect, a response which does not go unnoticed by Torture.
Torture: you're too modest, Teo! You've been fighting for this belt since you first sniffed it, that's dedication.
The audience cheers Torture's words as Teo nods appreciatively. Torture meanwhile puts his name on the dotted line.
Teo del Sol: But without you there wouldn't be a division to fight for, man. You're an icon!
Crowd: Teo! Teo!
Torture: I'm nothing special, you've made that belt matter again!
Crowd: Torture! Torture!
The two get to their feet and continue talking.
Teo del Sol: Me? I'm nobody. You're the icon man.
Crowd: Lucha Libre! Lucha Libre!
Torture: you're too humble, you're a champion's champion.
Crowd: Hall of Famer! Hall of Famer!
The two lock eyes once more as the smiles start to fade from their faces.
Teo del Sol: Well you were the longest reigning hardcore champion! Anyone would be jealou-
Torture: -and you beat Jonny Fly for the TV title in your first 3 months on the roster!
Teo del Sol: Oh yeah? Well you're the funniest guy on the roster!
Torture: And you're an inspiration for luchadors the world over!
Teo del Sol: You're a legend!
Torture: You're a hero!
The two men stare each other in the eyes, neither willing to let the other man praise him. After a moment passes, the two simultaneously begin throwing punches!
Teo del Sol: Icon!
The two spill over the top rope and begin brawling their way up the ramp, yelling truly genuine compliments the whole time. The official stares for a moment and then shrugs at the announcers.
Zach Davis: Well it was fun while it lasted.
Gravedigger: It appears that both of them are too humble to take the damned compliments!
The pair disappear through the curtain with referees in hot pursuit as the audience bursts into laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation.
Freddy Whoa: You got anything to add, Digger?
Gravedigger: Shut up, Freddy.
Andre Jenson is seen on the phone somewhere in the bowels of the arena, talking animatedly to someone at the other end.
Andre Jenson: Aye my Lady. He was MVP. *Pause* Lillard did what to the Excalibur jet? *Pause* I already ate. *Pause* Teo has it.
He puts down the phone and notices a small scroll sitting on a case next to him. He picks it up and reads it out loud.
Andre Jenson: A prize there will be, in the room of the sea, you've been given this quest, by simply the best.
He smiles and ponders the content of the scroll. Putting his finger up when he figures it out.Then he heads toward the Beach Krew locker room. When he gets there, he sees another scroll, sitting outside the door on the table. He again, picks it up and reads it aloud. Following the instructions as he does.
Andre Jenson: Stand on the giant X facing away from the door.
He stands on the x, marked in the floor.
Andre Jenson: Look left.
He looks left.
Andre Jenson: Look right.
He looks right.
Andre Jenson: Look down.
He looks down, but doesn't notice the door of the Beach Krew locker room open, with a grinning Kyle Kemp standing there, phone in hand. Ready to take a picture.
Andre Jenson: Look up.
Instead of looking up though, Jenson gets a phone call as soon as he says it, so bends down to pick up his phone that he put on the floor. No sooner did he do that than a cream pie whizzed over his head, making a massive splat.
Jenson, on the phone: Oh hi Amy.
He turns around while Amy is speaking to him to see a shocked Kyle Kemp standing there with a face full of cream pie, his phone visibly shaking in his hand and a look of furious anger on his face.
Jenson, on the phone: Erm, speak to you in a bit, gotta go.
He ends the call and smiles at Kemp.
Andre Jenson: What happened to you?
Kemp doesn't even speak, he just flies at AJ with fists and cream flying everywhere. Jenson is taken by surprise and slips on the cream that congregated on the floor, Kyle takes this opportunity to pick up the wooden table by the door and smash that over the back of Jenson, who is struggling to get back up. This knocks Jenson down again and Kyle begins to kick him in the ribs. Each time grunting an instruction to Jenson.
Kyle Kemp: YOU.
Kyle Kemp: SHOULD.
Kyle Kemp: LEARN.
Kyle Kemp: YOUR.
Kyle Kemp: PLACE.
He kicks him once more, and then scrapes a bunch of cream off his face, flicking it at AJ in contempt. He then grabs AJ by the hair, who's groaning in pain on the floor and kneels down next to him, taking a selfie.
Kyle Kemp: Welcome to Instagram, bitch!
He elbows him one more time, before wiping his hands on Jenson's robe and walking out of shot.
Kyle Steel: This TAG TEAM match is scheduled for ONE FALL...
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit steps out onto the stage. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. Orbit struts to the ring, taking time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ring hang. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips as the crowd pops. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and stretches in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first... from Oakland, California... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... THE MACK... STEVE ORBIT!
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.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner for the evening... weighing one hundred and ninety pounds... THE ANTIDOTE... SPENCER ADAMS!
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.
Freddy Whoa: Orbit and Adams! They didn't find success last week against Howard Black and Occulo-- this will be their second time in two weeks tagging together, I'm sure they're both looking for a win tonight after last week.
Gravedigger: Spencer is lucky Orbit is giving him another chance!
Zach Davis: What? Steve Orbit doesn't book the matches, Digger.
Freddy Whoa: Anyway-- the partnership ends next week at Fifteen, when they will face each other in the Final Destination match, along with four other superstars, two of which are about to head out here.
“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.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents... introducing first, from Palm Beach, California... weighing in at two hundred and twenty-six pounds... THE RIPPER... JOHNNY RABID!
"Suicide Penguin" by Schizoid Lloyd plays over the sound system. Benjamin emerges onto the entrance ramp, staring with a fixed focus on the ring as he descends the stage.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, reigning from St. Paul, Minnesota; "God Given Greatness" BENJAMIN ATREYU!
Benjamin climbs the ring steps before slipping between the top and middle rope. Without fan fare, he moves to his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING
Freddy Whoa: I've gotta be real with you, none of these guys look happy to be out here right now.
Gravedigger: Can you blame them? These guys are looking at each other as obstacles to the top of the mountain, to that Final Destination World Title shot contract. They don't want to tag with each other, they want to rip each others heads off!
Zach Davis: Atreyu and Rabid have FINALLY stopped arguing over who will start the match.. and it's Orbit and Rabid in the ring.
Orbit and Rabid circle each other briefly before locking up. Orbit with an arm wrench-- Rabid tries to roll out of it, but Orbit holds on to the arm-- Rabid bounces back to his feet and hits Orbit with a back elbow. Rabid turns around and hits Orbit with a right hand-- blocked, Orbit with a right hand to Rabid. Orbit with a quick jab, another, followed by kicks to the thigh. Orbit sticks and moves with the low kicks until Rabid has had enough and he LUNGES forward with a clothesline!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Maybe this is cliche to say but he almost took his head off!
Rabid goes to pull Orbit off the mat-- but Orbit rolls him up!
Gravedigger: Kickout, Orbit trying to steal one!
Orbit leaps to his corner and tags Spencer! Spencer enters catches Rabid with a dropkick as he gets to his feet. Rabid stumbles back, Spencer takes him down with a roundhouse kick to the head. Spencer grabs the top rope--
Freddy Whoa: Springboard moonsault!
Zach Davis: NO, Rabid rolls away!
Rabid rolls to his feet and grabs Spencer, throwing him into his team's corner. He begins hitting him with rights and lefts to the body, and then he tags Atreyu. Atreyu enters and they both begin beating down Spencer in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Come on, ref!
Gravedigger: Five seconds, Freddy.
They pulls Spencer out of the corner and Rabid holds him up. Atreyu takes a few steps back-- and charges forward with the roaring elbow!
Freddy Whoa: BLACK EYE SONATA-- OH NO!
Zach Davis: Spencer broke free and Benjamin Atreyu just floored his own team mate!
Atreyu is shocked-- Spencer spins him around and hits an enzuigiri!
Gravedigger: Poor Johnny Rabid has rolled outside the ring to recuperate.
Atreyu is on the mat. Spencer climbs the turnbuckles-- but Orbit tags himself in!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams looks confused. I think he was about to wrap this thing up-- I guess Orbit wants to be the one to finish it.
Zach Davis: A little miscommunication between Adams and Orbit I think.
Spencer exits the ring, eyeing Orbit. The argument has given Atreyu time to recover... Orbit goes to pull him up, but Atreyu with a throat jab! Atreyu grabs Orbit and whips him to the ropes... belly-to-belly suplex on the return!
Freddy Whoa: Atreyu with the pin!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Johnny Rabid breaks it up! Rabid wailing on Atreyu with lefts and rights!
Orbit scurries back towards his corner as the ref is unsure of what to do. Rabid clotheslines Atreyu over the top rope and turns his attention to Orbit. Rabid charges towards Orbit-- he tackles him into the corner, and the impact knocks Spencer off of the apron!
Gravedigger: Here comes Atreyu! The ref is calling for the bell, this thing is a mess.
DING DING DING
Atreyu and Adams both enter the ring. Atreyu charges towards Rabid and they begin to brawl!
Freddy Whoa: Look at Orbit, talking trash to Spencer! This match was doomed from the start!
Orbit and Spencer get into a shoving match and they begin to brawl as well!
Zach Davis: Tempers are running high tonight with SO MUCH on the line next week at Fifteen. You're right, Freddy, this match never stood a chance. These guys couldn't wait until next week!
It's PANDEMONIUM in the ring, a four-way super brawl.
Gravedigger: You know what?
Freddy Whoa: ?
Gravedigger: It's time.
Gravedigger tosses off his headphones and slides into the ring.
Zach Davis: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Gravedigger motions for Steve Orbit to run at him. Orbit's eyes go wide as he quickly realizes what is going on; Orbit runs at him and Gravedigger takes him down with a Grave Marker. Atreyu runs at Gravedigger next, but Atreyu gets dropped with a Big Boot. Next is Spencer Adams, he runs at Gravedigger; Gravedigger grabs him and lifts him up for a Chokeslam.
Freddy Whoa: I thought Gravedigger was just our broadcast partner!
Zach Davis: This is Fifteen, Freddy, and Gravedigger has been here damn near the beginning. We should've known. How could he NOT get involved?
Gravedigger goes toe to toe with Johnny Rabid... and the two shake hands.
Freddy Whoa: HERE IS BONNIE BLUE!
BONNIE BLUE IS IN THE RING! She runs at Johnny Rabid and tackles him down, hitting him with lefts and rights. Gravedigger quickly lifts her up and takes her down with a Grave Marker.
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue fought a hellacious match earlier tonight, and she was going against Johnny Rabid and Wavedigger, or Gravedigger, or whatever. She couldn't do much. But she tried, she's got heart-
With that, Bonnie Blue fights past the pain of the Grave Marker. She tackles Rabid down AGAIN and hits him again with several punches right to the face!
Freddy Whoa: BONNIE BLUE WON'T QUIT! SHE WON'T STOP!
Gravedigger lifts Bonnie Blue up once more.
Zach Davis: We've got our six entrant for the Final Destination match!-
The lights go out.
Freddy Whoa: Uh.
Chia Like, I Shall Grow hits.
Zach Davis: Uh.
The lights come back on.
Freddy Whoa: LOGAN IS IN THE RING!
LOGAN GOES FACE TO FACE WITH GRAVEDIGGER.
Zach Davis: Oh.. my.. God.
Gravedigger shoves Blue away.
Freddy Whoa: Talk about iconic. Talk about historic.
Zach Davis: GRAVEDIGGER AND LOGAN, FACE TO FACE!
THE TWO MEN FIRE OFF WITH FISTS! LEFT AND RIGHT!
Freddy Whoa: NO!, Logan ducks away from the big man!
IMPACT STYLE TO GRAVEDIGGER!
Zach Davis: GRAVEDIGGER HITS THE MAT AND ROLLS OUT!
Bonnie Blue stumbles up...
Freddy Whoa: LOGAN PLANTS A BIG KISS ON BONNIE BLUE!
Zach Davis: Does he know Bonnie Blue is kinda a clone of Johnny Reb?
Freddy Whoa: THAT PROBABLY JUST MAKES IT HOTTER FOR HIM!
Bonnie Blue falls backwards of shock as Logan gets up-
Zach Davis: SHINING WIZARD FROM JOHNNY RABID!
The crowd boos as Rabid hits Mr. WCF with a Shining Wizard. Rabid angrily picks up a mic.
Johnny Rabid: Seth let YOU in the match!?
Rabid practically spits onto Logan.
Johnny Rabid: I don't care how many men are in Final Destination, Logan! The match has the #BeachKrew, the match has Wavedigger, the match has me - Johnny Rabid. Use whatever theme song you want, use whatever props you want for a nolstalgia pop for the Team of Treachery - but this is the age of the #BeachKrew, Logan, and at Fifteen, you're going to find out-
JOHNNY RABID IS SPUN RIGHT INTO A PIMP SLAP!
Freddy Whoa: DON'T FORGET ABOUT STEVE ORBIT!
Orbit is Clotheslined out of the ring by Benjamin Atreyu, who turns - and immediately runs at Adams and is lifted up into the Vaccine! Adams drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring.
Zach Davis: After all is said and done, Spencer Adams stands tall going into Fifteen!
Gravedigger has rejoined the announce team.
Gravedigger: Stands tall!? More like backs away.. like a coward..
Freddy Whoa: What's wrong, Gravedigger? Sounds like you're out of breath!
Zach Davis: Our Final Destination match has been finalized! Spencer Adams, Steve Orbit, Benjamin Atreyu, Gravedigger, Bonnie Blue, Logan, and Johnny Rabid... They all compete for a shot at the WCF World Title!
Slam fades to commercial.
Zach Davis: I'm hearing there is a commotion going on backstage.
Freddy Whoa: Someone is causing havoc.
Gravedigger: Please let it be Oblivion. Please let it be Oblivion.
Backstage cameras viewpoint shows The Monster tossing around random things.
Systematically, Oblivion is quickly destroying backstage, screaming out. Rage covers IT's face.
Oblivion: Malignaggi!! Malignaggiiiiiiiii!! BEACHKREEEEEEEWWWW!!! PHOENIIIIIX!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion is all kinds of angry!!
Freddy Whoa: Angry? Angry?! That beast is raging mad!! FUMING MAD!!
Gravedigger: Bolt everything down!! EVERYBODY MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!! HERE COMES THE MONSTER!!
As Oblivion approaches the backstage curtain, the stage manager confronts Oblivion...
Stage manager: Oblivion, you can't go out the... OOF!!
Oblivion explosively knocks down the stage manager and walks through the stage curtain. "Oblivion" by Mastodon begins to play. The God of Insanity, with a wild eyed look, takes heavy long strides down the entrance ramp. A cameraman gets a close up of a very angry Oblivion.
The current cameraview is askew, as the cameraman gets knocked down.
Oblivion: GET OUT OF IT'S WAY!!
Oblivion walks around the ring...
Zach Davis: Oh no!! Oblivion is coming our way!!
The Monster bangs against the ringsteps, walking into the ringsteps. Instantaneously, Oblivion RAGES out...
Oblivion: SON OF A BIIIIITCH!!!
Oblivion grabs the top part, of the ringsteps, tossing them a few feet away. Oblivion quickly approaches the commentary table.
Zach Davis: Oblivion!! WHAT'S GOING ON?!
The Monster grabs Zach, roars out, eventually tossing Zach Davis. Oblivion grabs Zach's chair throwing it several feet. The Monster goes to Kyle Steel, knocking him off his steel chair. The Dark Messiah throws several metal chairs into the ring. Oblivion starts to rip up the ringside mats, then going into the ring ITself. Oblivion grabs a chair and starts to pace in the ring, with absolute rage in IT's eyes.
Oblivion: Joseph Malignaggi you piece of shit!!
Gravedigger: Even for Oblivion, The Monster is exploding with anger!!
Freddy Whoa: Zach Davis is being checked on by paramedics.
Oblivion: Oblivion has had enough with all this bullshit!! Malignaggi, Katherine Phoenix and even Beachkrew....
As soon as Oblivion mentions Beachkrew, the Arena rattles from the thunderous boos.
Oblivion: Beachkrew... IT understands you've got a problem with The Monster Oblivion. What seems to be the problem?! The Monster gave you loyalty!! Honor. Loyalty and Respect for Beachkrew....
BANG.... BANG.... BANG....
Oblivion slams the chair three times against the top turnbuckle.
Oblivion: Then, if that's not enough to drive you insane... Then IT has Katherine Phoenix stalking The Monster. Being sweet towards The Monster. Opens her legs FOR The Monster. Then she screams hatred towards Oblivion. WHAT THE FUUUUCK?!?!?!!! LINE EM UP!! OBLIVION WILL KICK ALL THEIR ASSES. But, Katherine Phoenix, you have gotten inside Oblivion's head... WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?! WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION!!
GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOOOW!!!!
Oblivion starts throwing chairs out of the ring, towards the entrance ramp.
The house lights go down as colorful beams start flashing all around the area. "Storytime" by Nightwish begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp holding a microphone. She is wearing a white low cut blouse, a black tight miniskirt and black leather stiletto heels. Katherine just stays at the top of the ramp as the crowd give her a bit of a mixed reaction, however surprisingly most of them appear to be cheering her.
Gravedigger: Can someone wake me up when this is over please? Thanks.
Freddy Whoa: Someone had to come out here and stop this, Digger.
Katherine Phoenix just stands at the top of the entrance ramp and eventually starts laughing as she watches the monster still throwing a fit in the ring.
Katherine Phoenix: Hahahahahaha!!! Awwwwww how cuuuuuuuute! Look at lil Obi Bear having a moody in the ring.
In the ring Oblivion slams and throws a few more chairs around just getting even angrier.
Katherine Phoenix: WHAM!!! CRASH!!! BANG!!! BOOOOOOM!!! Right… Obi Bear? Well anyway... I just had to come out here to tell you two things… ONE his name isn’t “Joseph Malignaggi” anymore, he’s gone back to Joey Flash! Yeahhhhhhhh I don’t really get the whole name change thing either… kinda stupid, huh?
Some of the crowd begin to cheer Katherine as she just completely ignores them.
Katherine Phoenix: And secondly and MOST IMPORTANTLY… one thing you need to learn lil Obi… is that if you mess with me you will ALWAYS get the claws!
Freddy Whoa: Huh? Wha--- Katherine Phoenix is running down to the ring! Is she crazy?!
Gravedigger: Yes, yes she is. Attack her Oblivion! Maul her! Tear her apart! Destroy that annoying bitch!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa…
Katherine slides into the ring and kicks a few of the weapons out of her way… she walks straight up to Oblivion and gets right into the monsters face. Oblivion and Katherine just stare each other down until Katherine finally breaks the silence.
Katherine Phoenix: I bet you’re wondering why I’m not shaking in my little booties standing in front of the big bad monster, huh? Is that what you’re thinking? Cos if it is you’re even more stupid than I always thought you were! You, Obi Bear… are not scary. You don’t bother me in any way. But you, you fear me don’t you. I can see it in your adorable little eyes. Hell I can almost SMELL it on you.
Freddy:Whoa: This isn’t going to end well for Katherine…
Katherine Phoenix: You fear me because you know that I can not be controlled. I can not be slowed down… and will not STOP until I have EXACTLY what I want… Obi Bear.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Katherine Phoenix just slapped the taste right out of Oblivions mouth!
Gravedigger: Hahahaha this bitch is crazy!
Katherine Phoenix: I WANT THE OLD FUCKING MONSTEROUS OBLIVION BACK!!!!!!!!
Oblivion grabs ITs face, ready to rage. But, does nothing.
Gravedigger: WHAT?!?! Oblivion isn't tearing her apart?!
The Arena is rattling with explosive thunderous boos. Katherine is pointing at Oblivion, laughing at The Monster. She drops the mic.
Freddy Whoa: I'm in absolute shock. We have been noticing a gentler Oblivion. Maybe Oblivion IS falling for Katherine Phoenix.
Disappointment fills the arena. Oblivion just grabs the mic, looks at Katherine Phoenix with huge puppy dog eyes.
Oblivion: Katherine... Why... Why...
Gravedigger: No... No Oblivion she'll just break your heart!!
Oblivion: Why haven't Oblivion... DONE THIS EARLIER!!!
Oblivion drops the mic....
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?! WHOOOOOOAAA!!!
Gravedigger: YES!!!YES!!! YES!!!
The arena rattles with thunderous cheers as Oblivion slams a boot in the mid-section of Katherine Phoenix. Then place Phoenix on IT's shoulders with a fireman's carry. Oblivion knocks her legs off IT's shoulders...
Gravedigger: 5150!!! 5150!!
Oblivion grabs the mic...
Oblivion: The Monster told you before... YOU'RE NOTHING BUT AN EASY FUCK!! A TACKY WHORE!
Crowd: TACKY WHORE!! TACKY WHORE!! TACKY WHORE!!
Oblivion: Joey Flash!! Beachkrew!! You can... KISS IT'S AAAASSSS!!! But, Katherine Phoenix...
Oblivion grabs IT's own crotch.
Oblivion: ...you have done it before. But, one more time!! You can CHOKE... ON.... THIIIIISSS!!!
Oblivion drops the mic and spits on Katherine. Oblivion runs over to a corner, climbs up to the second turnbuckle, raising arms to the partially cheering crowd.
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: I'm not gonna split hairs...Dune is a bad motherfucker.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Zach Davis: He's on a warpath and his old team The Sentinels are picking up the pieces, trying to catch up to him.
Freddy Whoa: If I were them, I'd just let him go after the World Championship. Ease back on a playa.
Zach Davis: He also has Joey Flash to worry about too...
Freddy Whoa: Don't forget his opponent tonight. For a guy that eats rattlesnakes, his plate is completely full.
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.
Zach Davis: Vengeance has been on a hot tear lately. He says he's "tired of being ignored"...that can't bode well for Dune.
Freddy Whoa: It's hard to tell which man has his hands full!
Dune and Vengeance meet in the center of the ring, their cold dead eyes staring daggers through each other. Vengeance keeps a blank face, but the expression under Dune's mask changes...a smile. He nails Vengeance with a right hook and a high knee as the ref calls for the bell. Dune pushes Vengeance towards the turnbuckle and wrenches his head back. The referee gets in between and splits them up...but Dune nails Vengeance with a kick to the gut before backing away.
Zach Davis: Dune telling Vengeance that this is his house. He's going to have to work for it.
Vengeance smiles as he lifts his head up and bounds at Dune, laying into the Sandman with a right hook, left hook, straight punch combo. He kncoks the giant off balance and hits him with a latiat that shakes the ring. Dune hits the ground and Vengeance crawls over for the cover.
Dune lifts Vengeance and tosses him off with ease.
Zach Davis: Like a man posessed is Dune.
Freddy Whoa: Even after getting hit with an earth shattering clothesline, he kicks out at one after lifting Vengeance like he was a cruiserweight.
Zach Davis: Vengeance IS working for the win here.
Vengeance gets to his feet as Dune comes at him with an elbow, but Vengeance ducks and knees Dune in the gut. Dune bounds forward amd Vengeance wraps his arm around the Sandman's midsection. He lifts Dune off his feet and hits him with a German suplex...but Dune lands on his feet behind Vengeance and stares him down.
Zach Davis: OH...OH MY...
Freddy Whoa: I dont envy anyone who has to get in the ring with Dune. This man chills me to the bone, ya feel?
Vengeance turns around and come sface to face with Dune. A rocket big boot from Dune, but Vengeance ducks and connects with right after right to Dune's facemask. Dune's head pops back with each hit. Vengeance whips Dune off the ropes and hits him with a crossbody...but Dune catches Vengeance in midair and holds him steady. He lifts Vengeance for a backbreaker...but Vengeance floats over and hits Dune in the neck with a lariat, dipping the monster into the ropes. Dune whips around, a blue fire in his eyes, and smiles again. He turns and starts getting out of the ring...
Zach Davis: What the hell?
Freddy Whoa: Dune is leaving?!
Vengeance catches Dune before he gets out of the ring and whips him around...
Vengeance: DONT IGNORE ME!!!
Dune nails Vemgeance in the gut with a low kick and lifts him off the ground.
Zach Davis: SANDSTORM!
The lights go out as the ref hits Three
Freddy Whoa: What happened to the lights?
Red spot light turns on one by one on each section of the ring displaying men dressed in red robes that also cover their faces. Each one is holding a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. They all climb on the ring apron leaving Dune nowhere to go. The lights suddenly turn back on Vengeance is seen standing outside of the ring with two more robed men laughing.
Freddy Whoa: Who the hell are these people?
Zach Davis: It’s the Sixx Demons of Hell, they haven’t been seen in years.
Vengeance points to one of the robed men who then climbs into the ring and run towards Dune. Dune quickly grabs the robed man and hits another SANDSTORM, Vengeance continues to laugh. Vengeance motions again and the other three crawl through the rope and Dune quickly exits the ring shaking his head.
Zach Davis: Dune picks up the win and escapes being out numbered.
Vengeance starts screaming I WARNED YOU……….I WARNED YOU……….I WILL NOT BE IGNORED, Vengeance eyes light up as he starts smirking.
Zach Davis: Vengeance standing a message tonight saying he will no longer be ignored.
Gravedigger: Ignored for what? He gets a chance at fifteen to become the number one contender. What more does he need?
Zach Davis: I don’t know, but I’m sure we will find out one way or another.
Cut to commercial
Zach Davis: We are just one week away from Fifteen and the wrestling world is buzzing about the things that we have in store!
Freddy Whoa: Careers will be changed! This card is stacked!
The camera turns its attention towards the big screen which has gone black and now displays a familiar bold message.
I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.
THIS IS IT.
YOU WILL ALL BOW.
I AM YOUR OPPRESSION.
The screen returns to normal as Slam goes to commercial.
As slam cuts back from commerical, we see hank brown standing next to a very well-trimmed man in glasses. Hank beams with pride and raises his microphone to speak.
Hank Brown: Hank Brown here with local Richmond reporter Henry Black. Black represents the esteemed society of news reporters here in Richmond, and they have decided to offer me an award, recognizing my years of broadcast journalism for the WCF, isn’t that right Henry?
Henry Black: Why, yes we-
Hank Brown: Thank you Henry. The award has been handed down annually for the past 50 years to journalists who-
???: Well I say that your hair is always perfect!
Hank Brown: What the-
Before the journalist can finish his thought, Teo del Sol and Torture spill into the interview area, tumbling over one another and throwing punches!
Teo del Sol: If they made a Torture action figure, I bet it would be the best selling one ever!
Torture: They could open a Teo del Sol restaurant and it would make a profit!
The two pull at each other’s hair and shout completely genuine compliments to one another and continue their tirade, the camera following them as the argument spills into the parking area! Teo rolls free from the melee and bends over, gasping for air before croaking out with a wheeze-
Teo del Sol: If you’re half as devoted to your family as you are to this company, I bet you always win father of the year!
Torture: And although you have no kids of your own, I know that you will make some lucky woman very happy!
The two glare at each other again and before long they’ve locked up once again in mortal combat, rolling out towards the street, where the sound of honking horns and angry traffic can be heard. The camera pans back to
Hank Brown who stares at the bizarre scene.
Hank Brown: I think you’d better give me another award.
On that note, Slam cuts back to commercial.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to SLAM! Next up.. The WCF Internet title will be put on the line! ZMAC will defend in a three way.
Gravedigger: The twitter war between these men has kept me entertained all week.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first….
Aenima by Tool. Titantron plays training clips mixed with images representing Dag Riddik’s anti-liberal values. He casually walks out, cracks his neck, smirks, and walks to the ring with his arms out taunting the audience.
Freddy Whoa: Dag Riddik looking especially pissed off here tonight. He could walk out of here with the Internet Championship.
Riddik continues towards the ring taunting the crowd with each step. He climbs the steps then glides through the ropes.
Gravedigger: He is hilarious on twitter.
Zach Davis: Are you still talking about twitter?
Gravedigger: It was good shit.
Kyle Steel: Introuducing first… haling from Roanoke, Virginia… DAAGGGGGGG RIDDDDIKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Gravedigger: They love this guy.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to ring at this time, from Goreyville by way of Coleraine, Northern Ireland and the deepest recesses of a broken young man's mind, THIS IS THE PUNKIN!
Zach Davis: Punkin looks ready to go! He could walk out of here with a belt!
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
Freddy Whoa: Wonder who he is talking to?
Gravedigger: Not you.
Zach Davis: Haha… HERE COMES THE CHAMP!
" Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Motorhead vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Kyle Steel: And finally… Your WCF INTERNET CHAMPION!!! ZOMMMMBBBBBBIIIIEEEE MCCCCCMMMMMORRRRISSSSSSSSSsssssssSSSSSSssss!!!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC may have won the twitter battle?
Zach Davis: The internet champion has arrived and looks to be all business here tonight,
The three men stand in separate corners. Dag taunts a Hillary supporter in the crowd that is heckling him. He then looks at ZMAC’s title then back up at Zombie’s face. Punkin waits for the bell impatiently.
Zach Davis: Dag is already taunting the champion.
Gravedigger: The referee holds up the internet title to show the boys what’s on the line… Now he calls for the bell!
The referee points at the bell keeper. He rings the bell as the referee hands the title off to a ring hand. Punkin storms towards Dag but he feels the ring shake behind him. He spins his right heel to drive his left one through Punkin’s skull! The shot wows the crowd. Zombie rushes towards Dag then stops suddenly in front of him to deliver a sharp chop! The sound echoes throughout causing many to wince.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. I felt that in my chest.
Gravedigger: ZMAC is working him towards the corner but here comes PUNKIN!
Punkin charges towards the corner where ZMAC and Dag are. Zombie quickly nabs ahold of Dag’s hand then irish whips him out of the corner suddenly. Riddik collides with Punkin in the center of the ring!
Zach Davis: WHAT A COLLISION! The champion just cleaned house!
Gravedigger: ZMAC hooks Dag’s leg!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: Broken up at one by PUNKIN!
Punkin continues to stomp both downed opponents. ZMAC nabs Punkin’s right leg after a sharp kick attempt. Zombie twists his ankle. The Goreyville Gourd tries to spin his way out. Zombie gets to one knee while he continues to twist the ankle of Punkin. He twists and twists. The referee rushes in to watch the unorthodox submission. Punkin reaches for the ropes and nabs the top one! The referee breaks the hold. ZMAC goes to get back to his feet but Dag nearly takes his head off with a big boot to the face. Zombie bounces through the ropes then falls of the edge of the apron!
Zach Davis: The internet champion is now laying on the floor, outside of the ring. He’s dazed!
Zombie shakes his head attempting to gather himself. Inside the ring, Dag and Punkin begin swapping blows, back and forth. Camera flashes throughout catch the exchange forever. Riddik finally gets the better of Punkin and grapples him up. The pumphandle neckbreaker wow’s the crowd. Riddick hovers over then grapples Punkin into a full nelson! Dag begins to bang Punkin’s head off the mat. This noise gets Zombie’s attention and he slowly stands up. The dazed champion slides back in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I think Punkin may tap! HE MAY TAP!
Zach Davis: The champion is now back in the ring but what is he doing?
Gravedigger: Uh Oh.
ZMAC slips up behind Dag, who is consumed by the maneuver he continues to apply to Punkin. McMorris wraps his arm around the neck of Dag! The rear naked choke takes the breath of Riddik, who continues to apply pressure via Full Nelson to Punkin. The crowd pops as ZMAC pulls up Dag, who in turn pulls up Punkin. The double submission leaves the crowd in complete awe.
Zach Davis: What is going on here?
Gravedigger: Dag has the full nelson on Punkin, while ZMAC has a rear naked choke applied to Dag. This is insane.
Freddy Whoa: The champion continues to apply pressure as does Dag!
The referee walks around the mess completely confused. He continues to watch for a tap wherever it may come from. Riddik begins losing oxygen to his brain and begins to drop Punkin a bit. He comes back to life before he completely drops him however, and continues to apply pressure.
Freddy Whoa: The referee has no idea what to do here.
Gravedigger: On the contrary, he looks like he doing a great job under the circumstances.
Dag suddenly pushes Punkin off and reaches up to wrap both of his arms around McMorris’s neck. After he does so, he drops down nearly stunning Zombie out of his boots. Riddik quickly hurries to pin the Internet Champion!
Zach Davis: ONE!
Freddy Whoa: TWO!
Gravedigger: Broken up by PUNKIN! That’s twice now he’s broken up a pin.
Zach Davis: Look at the math chops ole’ Gravedigger has got tonight.
Gravedigger: Piss off.
Dag continues to gasp for air. He rolls under the bottom rope onto the apron. He then rolls on over the edge. Punkin attempts to catch him before he can roll out of the ring but misses! He nearly turns into a clothesline from Zombie, but ducks it at the last possible second. ZMAC feels Punkin wrap both arms around him. ZMAC reaches out to nab the ropes but misses as Punkin suplexes him over his head. The larger Zombie hits with huge force against the mat! Punkin jumps back to his feet and notices Dag outside the ring. Riddik has made it to his hands and knees now. Punkin makes for the corner turnbuckle as the crowd holds it’s breath.
Freddy Whoa: WATCH OUT!
Dag hears Whoa and looks up over the table at Freddy. Whoa points over towards the ring and Riddick follows Whoa’s index finger with his eyes. Dag turns slightly and is nailed by a huge missile dropkick from PUNKIN!
Gravedigger: Now what is Punkin doin’?
Zach Davis: He is climbing up on our announce table. What are you doing, Punkin?
Punkin ignores the questions and extends both arms out wide. The crowd seems to love it. Punkin is facing the crowd now causing him not to notice Zombie, who slips up behind him. ZMAC grabs the right leg of Punkin this time. He pulls at it but Punkin reacts by leaping off the announce table towards Zombie. Punkin ends up sitting on ZMAC’s shoulders. He feels Zombie ready him for a power bomb so he quickly slides himself around the shoulders of the internet champion. Punkin and ZMAC are now both facing towards the crowd. The referee is down checking on Dag Punkin tries to choke Zombie while atop his shoulders. ZMAC drops down suddenly. The Electric Chair Drop that ensues wows the entire crowd and Dag alike. The table shatters as Punkin’s skull bounces off of it, full force. The announcers bail out.
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GAWD! He’s killed him!
Gravedigger: I thought they ruined my shirt, Jesus.
Zach Davis: The champion just brained Punkin destroying our announce table in the process. Staff in the back, please bring us a new one.
The referee turns to late to see the amazing maneuver. He looks at the table then at Zombie who doesn’t know what happen, he claims. Dag catches him behind the ear with a solid shot. ZMAC attempts to cover up but Riddik lays in on him. Punkin is dazed and not moving in the table rubble.
Gravedigger: Someone needs to check on Punkin.
Zach Davis: You do it.
Gravedigger: No. He’s crazy.
Freddy Whoa: Punkin? Can you hear me?
Punkin begins to stir as Riddik and McMorris fight off in the opposite direction. The referee begins his count just out from Punkin. The Goreville Gourd begins to crawl towards the ring slowly after Whoa awakens him. The symptoms of a concussion blur his vision but he continues to crawl.
Zach Davis: The referee’s count is at three. This could be a countout!
Freddy Whoa: Punkin looks okay, he is now crawling back towards the ring. The referee’s count reaches six as Riddik and McMorris continue to hammer away at each other.
Punkin pulls on the ring skirt, pulling himself up to the apron. Dag and Zombie fire away near the ring steps on the outside. Zombie trips backwards over the steps. ZMAC lands across the steps with his legs hanging off one side. Dag jumps up on the apron then drops a leg across the throat of ZMAC!
Gravedigger: NASTY LEG DROP!
ZMAC thrashes around as Dag continues to stomp on him. Punkin meanwhile, has made it back on the apron and rolls into the ring slowly. The referee stops his count. He then begins a new one on the two remaining outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Dag took ZMAC’s breath with that brutal leg drop on the ring steps! The referee’s new count has now reached four.
Dag slides through the ropes to stop the count. Zombie McMorris gets back to his feet, struggling to catch his breath. Dag hooks one of Punkin’s legs, whom is still down inside the ring. The referee drops to count…
Freddy Whoa: TWO!
Zach Davis: Broken up by the Internet Champion!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. That was close.
The referee asks Punkin if is okay to continue. “Yes”, he indicates by shaking his head. Punkin gets back up to his feet, still dazed a bit.
Zach Davis: Punkin looks like he will be ok.
Freddy Whoa: His head took out our table, I bet he’s not okay.
Zach Davis: Touche’.
Punkin shakes his head then slaps his face with both hands. Dag is just in front of Punkin, now facing down ZMAC. Punkin notices Dag is slightly slouched over and ready to attack. He takes off and uses Dags shoulders to catapalt himself up and over Riddik. After Punkin completely clears Dag he wraps his legs around the neck of ZMAC! Zombie is twirled through the air in spectacular fashion from the picture perfect hurricanrana. Dag can’t believe what just happened, he then watches Punkin hook a leg of the champion.
Zach Davis: ONE!
Freddy Whoa: BROKEN UP BY RIDDIK!!
Riddik stomps both men to break the pin.
Punkin gets to his feet quickly. Dag hovers above him but Punkin slides between both Riddiks legs! Punkin ends up directly behind Dag and continues his forward momentum. Then Punkin bounces of the ropes slingshotting himself back at Dag! Riddik turns and counters with a sharp kick to Punkin’s shin, causing him to fall forward. Dag catches then cradles Punkin for a crowd aweing DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Gravedigger: Amazing, Dag is always thinking ahead of you.
ZMAC gets back to his feet and catches Riddik with a knee to the face! He grabs the back of his head and continues to knee him in the face! The referee misses it at first while checking on Punkin. He warns ZMAC, who continues to profess his innocence.
Freddy Whoa: Soon as the referee turns his back, the innocent champion pokes Dag in both eyes!
Gravedigger: Aye… he’s in it to win it.
Punkin catches his breath in the corner as ZMAC begins to lay in on Dag. Right hook followed with a left jab nearly sends Riddik to the mat. He shakes his head then stands up, catching his second wind. Zombie is confused by the resilience. Riddik uppercuts Zombie with a huge elbow! The blow sends ZMAC to one knee in the center of the ring. Dag bounces off ropes then runs up to back of Zombie, then grips both of his shoulders. Dag nearly flips over ZMAC while holding on and extending both legs high into the air. Dag then forcefully continues rotating back down and thrusting both knees into opponent's upper back!
Zach Davis: BORDER HOPPER!
Gravedigger: That could be it, folks.
Dag stands ZMAC up on top corner rope, then climbs up in front of him to set him. Dag stands on the middle rope preparing to inflict Political Correctness upon the internet champion. Punkin gets back up and charges the corner. He slips underneath Riddik then pushes himself upward. Punkin now has Dag on his shoulders and uses all his strength to climb up on the middle rope, where Dag was standing previously. ZMAC comes to and begins hitting at Dag, who is flapping his arms out searching desperately for balance. ZMAC stands up on the top rope then begins smacking Riddik in the face, still dazed a bit. Punkin gets himself balanced on the center rope and just falls back. ZMAC pushes Dag to add more force to the dead fall. The two men hit the rope in a pile of pain. The deadweight took some life out of both men.
Freddy Whoa: Dag and Punkin are both down!
Gravedigger: Watch McMorris, he has something up his sleeve.
ZMAC taunts the crowd then leaps off the top rope. The senton bomb is beautiful but misses the mark! Punkin rolls out of the way at the last possible second. The crowd is loving this one and continue to cheer after the miss.
Zach Davis: All three men are down.
ZMAC rolls out as Punkin gets up and picks Riddik up, sensing the win. Punkin throws Riddik to the ropes but Riddik jumps up and positions himself on top of them. Punkin runs in and Riddik grabs his head...
Freddy Whoa: POLITICALLY INCORRECT!
Gravedigger: HE HITS IT!
Riddik throws his body on top of Punkin after this amazing battle.
The bell doesn't ring. In fact, McMorris has pulled the referee out of the ring!
Gravedigger: Smart move by Z-MAC!, he just saved his Title!
McMorris punches the ref square in the face, knocking him out. Riddik has left the ring to argue with McMorris; McMorris ducks a Clothesline attempt, then grabs a chair and smacks Riddik with it!
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris should've lost the belt! This isn't a No DQ match!
McMorris enters the ring as Punkin has stumbled up... BOOM!, chair shot to his head too. He throws the chair out of the ring as another ref rushes in. McMorris pulls Punkin in...
Freddy Whoa: AXE WOUND!
Into the pin.
DING DING DING!
Zombie McMorris' music plays.
Zach Davis: ZOMBIE MCMORRIS RETAINS! This was one of the stiffest, hardest fought matches in Slam history!
McMorris struggles to his feet as Dag Riddik seethes on the outside. McMorris raises his belt high in the air.
Freddy Whoa: You've got to wonder about the mindset of Zombie McMorris. He's going into a hell of a match against Bobby Cairo at Fifteen... and he just put it all on the line here tonight. At Fifteen, he could literally die!
Gravedigger: OR he could once again become a double Champion!
Richmond is bouncing after a big snow storm. The crowd is worked up after the last match up. The lights go out and a loud cocking noise followed by a huge shotgun blast is heard throughout. White words begin to cross the huge big screen above the ramp. cVc’s deep voice booms throughout as the screen traces every word.
“Shock N’ Rolla.”
“Here 2 Show Ya...”
“Cocked BACK AND FKN’ LOADED!”
“Broken” by Pantera then hits the arena and the crowd loses it. The boos rain down as Crank walks out onto the stage. The rhinestone robe sparkles in all the lights. Hair oils have his mullet looking pristine. Chance walks across the stage taunting the crowd with each and every step. He walks back towards the aisle. Chance begins down the ramp and towards the ring.
Gravedigger: This man is a savage. He is not booked tonight, what in the hell is he doing here?
Freddy Whoa: He could be looking for his missing valet that ran off with Tiffany White.
Zach Davis: Maybe.
Chance stops suddenly before he gets to the ring. A curvy fan is reaching him a sharpie. He notices her breasts and halts his progress towards the ring. He takes the sharpie then replies sharply, “I’ll sign one of your titties. Which one?”
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Chance signs, “Chance Von Crank” across the woman’s left breast. The crowd boos now with real hatred. Crank takes her palm to scribble down one of his phone numbers. He then turns and makes for the ring steps.
Zach Davis: He just signed her breast?
Crank nabs a mic from a ring hand through the ropes. He then walks to the center of the ring. Chance holds the mic up to his lips but the boos hold him off. He grins slightly before he begins.
cVc: Ohhh Virginia… You sound upset with The Trailer Park Prodigy? I was hoping you were all buried up to your dicks in snow, so I didn’t have to show.
cVc: It seems that I have a big problem. Someone stole my bitch. My favorite one, too. I figured out it was a carpet muncher and now I want my whore back. She’s mine, Tiffany. I manipulated her and put all that abuse in. Then you just take her? I don’t think so. I put that work in to keep my whore obedient. You can’t work it like cVc can work it any damn way. You don’t have the “right” parts for it, bitch. You are nothing special, dike. Just because your breath smells like box doesn’t mean you can think outside of one.
Freddy Whoa: sick burn.
Zach Davis: Ugh.
cVc: So now… I have to search for Pixie. She has ran away and I have to give chase to prove that I care. In reality I do not. She’s like a dog I’ve whipped into shape with a shock collar. Only she’s the dog and the shock collar was my balled fists. She’s not keeping that baby either, Tiffany. We must dispose of it properly. See Pixie is just on the beginner level in this game we play. I’m on Expert, White. I know your daddy played with you the wrong way a few times and now you are broken for life. Tough shit. Those broken pieces are regardless, still holding you together somehow. But if you don’t give my bitch back… I am going to break you into such little pieces that some random bull dike will use what's left of you for anal beads. You got ten seconds before I burn this motherfucker to the ground. Starting now!
“Lean On” hits the P.A, and the fans cheer loud as FUCK for Tiffany White as she steps out of the curtain, a mic in her hand and a pissed off look on her face.
Zach Davis: You know shit is going down when the crowd is actually CHEERING for Tiffany White.
Freddy Whoa: What choice do they have? Chance wants to legit ruin his girl’s life, the folks in #BeachKrewe would look like SAINTS compared to this guy!
The crowd calms down as Tiffany stares down Chance from the ramp.
Tiffany White: Chance von Crank. We meet again. How’s that bruise I gave you the last time we stepped in the ring feel, fuckboy?
Crowd: WHITE! WHITE! WHITE!
Tiffany White: But you’re right, I DO have your girl. And she’s somewhere safe right now, someplace you’ll never get to her, I made damn sure of that. I can tell this isn’t the first time you’ve done this sort of thing. Made this poor girl your personal slave, fuck her silly then get rid of the evidence. You’ve probably done it hundreds of times, haven’t you? You know what the court of laws call that shit, Chance? “Human trafficking.” And you just admitted to it in front of a live audience.
The crowd goes nuts as White puts cVc in his place. cVc, however, remains stoic in his expression, totally unchanged.
Tiffany White: I could totally get the police here right now and send you off to prison for life for what you’ve done to Pixie Chance, not even taking into CONSIDERATION the other so called “bitches” you’ve done this to. But no, I’m going to give the popo the night off with this one. I want to punish you MYSELF Chance. Punish you in the name of all the women you’ve violated in your life. And I’m gonna start by taking your ass to town at Fifteen! Not only am I going to beat you, Chance, but i’m going to make sure I humiliate you in the worst way possible. But that’s not it, that’s right, THERE’S MORE! You wanna know the biggest “fuck you” I’m gonna hurl your way Chance? You wanna know, folks?
Tiffany White: The biggest “fuck you” I can think of to Chance von fuckin Crank...is letting Pixie have her baby and keep it!
The crowd goes BONKERS.
Tiffany White: Y’see, you don’t want that baby in the world, because it’ll remind you too much of yourself and how much of a massive FAILURE of a human being you are, and you’ll look at that baby everyday and think to yourself “I didn’t deserve to bring life into this world.” Mark my words Chance, Pixie WILL stay with me, and she WILL have that goddamn baby, mark my words.
Chance, who at this point has remained unphased by what Tiffany has said, calmly smiles and pulls out a cell phone.
cVc: On the contrary my dear slut, I think I hold her entire fate in this...her cell phone she left behind like the dumb bitch she is.
The crowd audibly gasps at this revelation.
cVc: This phone could ruin her completely. She did skin-a-MAX before. Not really having sex or really showing much skin. I had her do that, just to ruin her two successful careers. It worked. There are 30 photos of her on this phone just prodding randomly at her puckered chocolate starfish. CheckMate. If I release this even you will have to kick her to the curb. WCF doesn't look fondly on mixing active porn scandals with wrestling. You will have to drop her. Then she will come running back. I'll keep her in a shed in Harlan till it all blows over.
Tiffany begins to speak but Crank cuts her off. He then points at her with his extended index finger.
cVc: Or…. I don't release these pictures to the Internet.
Chance looks directly at the camera in the corner of the ring.
cVc: Leave now, Pix. That's the only way. You come back to daddy and he will only beat ya, a little. Promise.
Crank turns towards White
cVc: Either way… I win, Whore.
The camera cuts to commercial on cVc’s smug, triumphant face.
Zach Davis: IT'S MAIN EVENT TIME!
Gravedigger: God damn it Zach! Do you have to scream that every show?!
Zach Davis: But I'm hyped up!
Gravedigger: Yeah, well, you yell in my ear like that again and you'll be getting hyped up in a hospital bed.
Zach Davis: Just promise not to piss in my IV bag.
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the arena as Grayson Pierce makes his way through the entrance curtain.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes the man that will face off against Joseph Malignaggi at Fifteen to decide the next number one contender for the WCF World Title.
Zach Davis: Grayson has shown to be a gutsy competitor lately and looks like he's ready to take that next step. But he's got one heck of a test waiting for him next week.
Kyle Steel: The following is a tag team match and it is your main event! Introducing first, from Centereach, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds...GRAYSON PIERCE!
The crowd cheers as Grayson starts down the ramp, slapping a few hands but never smiling.
Freddy Whoa: Oh shit! Look out!
Malignaggi runs out from the back and chop blocks Pierce on the ramp as the music cuts. The fans begin to boo as Joseph gets to his feet and stomps on the leg of Pierce.
Zach Davis: And it's Joseph Malignaggi with the cheap shot before this match can even get started!
Joseph with a leg drop to the inside of the legs before grabbing hold of the foot and rolling Pierce over onto his stomach, putting him in a single leg Boston crab on the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: He's trying to make sure that Pierce can't make it to Fifteen! Somebody stop this!
The referee in the ring slides out to the floor and runs up the ramp. Malignaggi releases the hold and jumps up to his feet in time to viciously clothesline the charging referee. The crowd boos as Joseph turns his attention back to Pierce, who's trying to get back up to his feet. Malignaggi grabs him by the head and leads him to the barricade. Pierce blocks an attempt to ram him face first into the steel and elbows Joseph in the face. Now it's Pierce shoving Joseph up against the barricade before clotheslining him up and over and into the crowd.
Zach Davis: Look out!
Fans scramble to get out of the way as security tries to create some room between them and the wrestlers as Pierce hops over the barricade. Malignaggi trying to get to his feet until Pierce kicks him in the ribs. Pierce now grabbing a chair and he folds it up as he waits for Joseph to get up. Pierce swings but it's Malignaggi with a bag of popcorn to the face. It's not very effective but it does give Joseph enough time to hit him with a low blow. Pierce doubled over and Joseph grabs him by the head before sending him flying into a row of folding chairs.
Freddy Whoa: Why isn't security doing anything?
Zach Davis: They're too busy keeping the fans from getting hurt!
Pierce surfs along a few before falling off, getting buried under them in the process. The crowd boos as Malignaggi raises his arms in victory, clearly pleased with his clever attack. He gives the crowd a bow and then walks over to the pile of overturned chairs where Pierce is trying to get back up.
Gravedigger: I'm all for this. It's smart. Make it so your opponent can't make it to Fifteen, or at the least make it so that he's already weakened.
Joseph begins to pull off chairs when Pierce throws one at his face. Malignaggi stumbles back and Pierce slams another chair into his gut. Joseph doubled over and Pierce slams the chair over his back. The crowd pops as Pierce raises the chair into the air. Malignaggi now crawling toward the barricade as he's yelling for security to get Pierce back. Grayson raises the chair in the air to strike again...
Freddy Whoa: LOOK OUT!
Johnny Rabid comes running out from within the crowd and spears Malignaggi through the barricade.
Zach Davis: What? Where the hell did he come from?
Pierce trying to figure out what happened and ends up turning around into a spear from Kyle Kemp. Pierce driven through another part of the barricade as the crowd boos.
Zach Davis: Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp just attacked both Joseph Malignaggi and Grayson Pierce. But why?
Dustin Beaver and Andre Aquarius run out from the back and join in on stomping Joseph and Pierce. The crowd continues to boo as “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson hits the arena speakers. Wade Moor walks out from the back, flanked by Hacksaw Jim Thuggin, a smile on his face.
Freddy Whoa: Oh I get it. Moor sending his boys out here to try and make it so neither Malignaggi or Pierce can make it to Fifteen. He doesn't want another number one contender for his World Title.
Gravedigger: Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!
Moor pointing toward the ring with his guitar as Kemp and Beaver pull Pierce to his feet. They pull him down the ramp as Rabid and Aquarius pull Malignaggi down the ramp by his feet. Moor strums a song for the booing fans as he and Thuggin stroll down the ramp. Kemp and Beaver throw Pierce up against the announce table.
Zach Davis: We need to get out of here!
Zach, Freddy and Gravedigger all get to their feet and move away as Kemp and Beaver begin to clear off the table. Aquarius and Rabid throw Malignaggi into the ring steps as Moor climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring. Moor with his hands in the air, eyes shut as he soaks in the boos from the crowd. Pierce trying to fight back, elbowing Kemp in the face, but Beaver tackles him, driving him back first into the edge of the table. Malignaggi trying to escape under the ring but Rabid grabs him by the ankles. Rabid pulls him back out and Malignaggi sprays him in the face with a fire extinguisher.
Freddy Whoa: And finally some offense against the Beach Krew!
Rabid and Aquarius both blinded as Malignaggi uses the apron to pull himself up. But Moor from inside the ring swings his guitar over the ropes and blasts Malignaggi in the face. The wood shatters and Malignaggi drops as Thuggin weaps for the loss of such a beautiful instrument.
Zach Davis: What a shot from that guitar!
Beaver helping Kemp to his feet and they both grab Pierce. They get him in position for a double powerbomb when the lights in the arena cut.
Gravedigger: What the hell?! I wanted to see this!
"4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the speakers.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?!
The crowd pops at the sound of the familiar music and the lights pop back on to reveal Jayson Price standing behind Beaver and Kemp with a steel chair in hand.
Zach Davis: IT'S JAYSON PRICE! WADE MOOR'S OPPONENT AT FIFTEEN!
Price with a shot to the back of Kemp. Beaver turns around and catches a chair shot to the head. Moor screaming at Price as Aquarius and Rabid are trying to get the extinguisher spray from their eyes. Price throws the chair like a javelin at Aquarius' head and then spears Rabid into the ring steps.
Freddy Whoa: This crowd has lost it. I've never heard a reaction like this for Jayson Price.
Gravedigger: YOU FANS ARE MORONS! DON'T CHEER FOR THIS LOSER!
Price up and he's staring down Moor inside the ring. Moor begging for Price to come into his ring. Price takes a step back and then slides into the ring at full speed. Price up to his feet and Moor immediately slides out. Hacksaw Jim Thuggin tries to get out but Price grabs him by the ankles as Moor hightails it around the ring. Hacksaw screaming for help as Price drags him to the center of the ring.
Gravedigger: LET GO OF HIM! THAT MAN IS A NATIONAL TREASURE!
Moor on the ramp, clutching his World Title and watching as Price points to him. Price now pulling Thuggin to his feet and he lifts him up before dropping him with a Pricebuster in the center of the ring. The crowd pops as Price motions to his waist. Moor lifts up the World Title as Price waves for Moor to come back to the ring.
Zach Davis: Who's going to walk out of Fifteen as the WCF World Champion? Will Jayson Price finally prove he can win the big one again? Or will Wade Moor retain and make it so Price never has another chance at WCF's ultimate prize?
Freddy Whoa: What about Grayson Pierce and Joseph Malignaggi? They're supposed to fight for the number one contendership and they're both laid out in front of us.
Zach Davis: One week from Fifteen and the hype is real ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us tonight!
Slam fades out as the staredown between Jayson Price and Wade Moor continues.