Slam opens with the crowd in the FedEx Forum in Memphis, Tennessee on their feet and singing along to Queen's "We Are The Champions". There's strippers grinding against the ring posts and the barricades to the delight of the male fans. Balloons and streamers are tied to the ropes and there's a table with a cake set up inside of the ring.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! As you can see we're kicking things off with a party and if you saw Fifteen I'm sure you can tell who it's for.
Freddy Whoa: I still can't believe Jayson Price is our World Champion. Gravedigger you look absolutely depressed.
Gravedigger: Don't talk to me right now. Let's just get through this night already.
One of the strippers works her way over to the announce table and climbs up on top. She shakes her booty in the faces of the announcers as Freddy Whoa can be searching his pockets for a dollar.
Zach Davis: While Freddy tries to negotiate a price for a lap dance, let's talk about tonight's show.
Gravedigger: Why God? WHY?!
Zach Davis: In our main event we've got our new WCF World Champion Jayson Price teaming with Steve Orbit to take on Katherine Phoenix and Sarah Twilight.
Gravedigger: Oh yeah, the other terrible thing to come out of Fifteen. Can we hijack Bonnie Blue's time machine and go back to fix these mistakes?
Zach Davis: We've also got a Tag Team Title Match tonight as Grayson Pierce and Andre Holmes battle Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp.
The stripper suddenly slaps Freddy in the face and storms off.
Zach Davis: What was that all about?
Freddy Whoa: Apparently she couldn't break change for a five.
Zach Davis: Moving along, we're also going to have a 9 Person Battle Royal for a spot in the upcoming Trilogy Cup Tournament and the Television Title is going to be on the line as Stuart Slane defends against DeMarcus Jordan.
Freddy Whoa: Sounds like a hell of a show!
"We Are The Champions" cuts as the arena lights go out. The crowd explodes into cheers as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the arena speakers. The lights flip back on and Jayson Price is standing at the top of the ramp with the WCF World Title around his waist.
Zach Davis: And I'm predicting it's about to get a bit wilder.
Gravedigger: Anyone have a razor blade? Or maybe a knife? Hell, a paperclip might even work.
Price basks in the crowd reaction for a few more seconds before he finally begins to head down the ramp toward the ring.
Crowd: WORLD FUCKING CHAMP! WORLD FUCKING CHAMP! WORLD FUCKING CHAMP!
Price slaps a few hands as he walks down the ramp before rolling into the ring under the ropes. He pops back up to his feet and unhooks the title from his waist before raising it in the air to a pop. He then calls for a microphone and one is tossed to him as his music fades out.
Jayson Price: Memphis, Tennessee how the fuck are you tonight?
Another pop from the crowd. They dig cheap pops in Memphis. Price throws the World Title over his shoulder as he looks out at the fans.
Jayson Price: Let me tell you guys something. It's been 4 very, very long years since I've had this piece of gold over my arm. Sure, I've had other titles since then. The United States Title. The Internet Title. The People's Title. The Cruiserweight Title. And I was proud to hold all of them, but the fact is that nothing compares to this title right here.
Price pauses to rub his hand over the gold plate where his name is etched. The camera zooms in on the custom side plates with Price's logo on them.
Jayson Price: I spent 4 years chasing this belt so that I could redeem myself and my career for the embarrassment that was my first reign as World Champion. That's right, I admit it was an embarassment. To only hold this belt for 16 days was an embarrassment to not only myself but to this title itself. So I chased after it, never once losing sight of what was important. And it was all worth it because finally I'm back on top baby.
Price raises the World Title into the air as the crowd applauds.
Crowd: JAY-SON PRICE! JAY-SON PRICE! JAY-SON PRICE!
Gravedigger: I think I'm going to be sick.
Jayson Price: Now enough with the inspirational and emotional bullshit, as you can see we're set up for a party. The strippers are doing there thing, we've got cases of liquor...hold up. Where's the liquor?
Kyle Steel slides back into the ring and walks over to Price.
Jayson Price: What do you mean Seth cancelled the liquor delivery? I paid for that shit! Where's my booze?
Kyle shrugs his shoulders and leaves the ring.
Jayson Price: Well if that ain't some shit. I guess we'll have to improvise!
Price walks over to the ropes and rolls out of the ring. He walks over to the announce table and hops up on top.
Gravedigger: What the hell are you doing moron?!
Jayson Price: Yo! Beer guy! Over here!
A can of beer comes flying from somewhere in the crowd and Price catches it.
Jayson Price: Stay right there, I'm going to be counting on you. Now then-
Price cuts himself off as he opens the beer, spraying it all over Gravedigger.
Jayson Price: That's for all the crap I know you've been talking over here.
Price calls for another beer and keeps this one for himself.
Jayson Price: Now then. We've got strippers, we've got my man over here throwing beers, there's cake in the ring and from what I was told there's a bag of cocaine somewhere in the middle. So what's say we get this party going?
Price tosses the microphone to the side and starts drinking as confetti falls from the rafters. Gravedigger is angrily trying to wipe beer off of him as LMFAO's "Party Rock Anthem" blasts over the arena speakers.
Zach Davis: If this is a sign of things to come with Jayson Price as our World Champion, I might just start to like him.
Freddy Whoa: Yo, Zach, you wanna go see if there's really any coke in that cake?
Zach Davis: You know it!
The sounds of headsets dropping on the table can be heard as Price hops off the announce table and calls for another beer. Slam goes to commercial.
The cameras cut backstage as a flaming torch comes into the shot, it touches down on a large pile of wood as amongst the fire you can see the dead body of Obi Bear the bear being burned. The camera zooms out a bit to see Logan and Katherine Phoenix standing in the middle of a wooded area next to the blazing fire. Katherine can be seen wiping a few tears away from her face as she continues to watch Obi Bears body burn. She eventually turns her attention to Logan who looks pretty bored being out here.
Katherine Phoenix: Logi Bear... can you say a few words, please? Maybe sing a song? Anything?
Logan pats Katherine on her shoulder as he turns his attention onto Obi Bears burning corpse.
Logan: I've got this babygurl don't worry. Oblivion, what can you say about the man? He was big... stupid and errrrrr... a waste of space among our roster. I'd say he's better off this way if anything... but at the end of the day who was Oblivion? Who was the man behind the mask? And ladies, gentlemen... its not that hard... the man was a boudle. May god rest his sorry ass soul.
Katherine looks over at Logan wiping a few more tears away from her face.
Katherine Phoenix: That... that was beautiful, Logi Bear. I had no idea you had that in you.
Logan: You know whats not in me, Kitty Kat? A fucking sandwich!!!
Katherine sighs at Logan as he ruined such a beautiful moment yet again.
Katherine Phoenix: Okay fineeeeeee lets get outta here, we'll go to Subway or something.
Logan nods at Katherine as the couple turn around and walk way from the open fire. Katherine mocks Oblivion as she walks away from the scene, each time she takes a step saying...
Katherine Phoenix: BOOM... CRASH... WHACK... SLAM!!!
Two men stand in the ring with WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser and ring announcer Kyle Steel. They are Shadowlove and Rage Maxx.
Zach Davis: This match is underway....
They charge one another...
Freddy Whoa: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR BY RAGE MAXX ON SHADOWLOVE!!!
Maxx quickly climbs turnbuckles and perch on top, Rage Maxx flies off...
Gravedigger: Moonsault!! Rage Maxx makes a cover!!
Crowd: TW-... NOOOOO!!!!
Rage Maxx picks up Shadowlove...
Gravedigger: Shadowlove knocks Rage Maxx down to the may with a European Uppercut.
Maxx gets to one knee. Shadowlove flies to Rage Maxx, nailing him with a hurricanranna. Rage Maxx is picked up...
Zach Davis: IMPALER DDT!!
Rage Maxx picks up Shadowlove...
Freddy Whoa: A knee in the gut of Rage Maxx.
Shadowlove grabs his own hair and smashes his own head against the skull of Rage Maxx.
Rage Maxx stumbles back. Shadowlove charges at Rage Maxx...
Zach Davis: CUTTER!!
Rage Maxx picks up Shadowlove...
Freddy Whoa: REVERSE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!!
Maxx grabs Shadowlove and takes him to the top turnbuckle....
Gravedigger: LAST RESORT!!!
Maxx covers Shadowlove....
Crowd: ONE!! TWO THREEEEEEE!!!
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match.... RAGE MAAAAAAXX!!
Slam returns to a view of the WCF ring: a pair of boots, a black mask, several knives, and a length of durable rope lay before a series of wreaths and flowers which flank a large framed picture of ObliSEAon, the late Monster Guardian of the Brocean. “Aquaberry Dolphin” by RiFF-RaFF hits the P.A. to an ambiguous result.
Zach Davis: And we’re back, ladies and gentlemen, with what seems to be the entrance of #BeachKrew!
Gravedigger: Is there any other way to return from commercial?
Freddy Woah: I can think of many preferable ways to return from commercial.
Gravedigger: HEY! YOU SHOW SOME RESPECT! THESE MEN LOST A COMRADE!
The curtain parts and Jared Holmes, Thursday at his arm, steps onto the stage flanked by Wade Moor and Johnny Rabid. Rabid’s Tag Team Championship is slung over his shoulder, and following close behind him is Kyle Kemp with the other belt. As the members spill onto the stage, Jim Thuggin and Sandy Coconutz raise the #BeachKrew banners, attached to the flag poles at half-mast, and Andre Aquarius and John Gable bring up the rear. The group keeps its heads down solemnly as they walk to the ring.
Zach Davis: Last week at F15teen, #BeachKrew both saw the return of its leader, Jared Holmes, and the most crushing defeat it has seen since its inception. Wade Moor would lose his World Champ-
Gravedigger: Whirlpool Championship.
Freddy Whoa: Shut up, Digger.
Zach Davis: As I was saying. Wade would lose his World Championship to Jayson Price, Dustin Beaver would be unsuccessful in regaining the Television Title from Stuart Slane, and Oblivion would be taken out by the mysterious Morrigana, a newly debuting member of the newly debuting stable, the Family!
Gravedigger: I think you mean, Team of Torture.
Zach Davis: I mean the Family.
Gravedigger: You mean Team of Torture.
Freddy Whoa: Okay, we get it.
As #BeachKrew stand in the ring, the music slowly dies. Thursday reaches to remove the diamond full-face mask from Jared, and Jared raises the microphone to his lips.
Jared Holmes: We have gathered here today, WCF Faithful, to mourn the passing of a dear friend. A brother. A man whom not only #BeachKrew but everyone on this roster can say they have shared their life with. OblivSEAon was many things. Ambiguously retarded. As sickeningly out of shape as Eddie Lacy. A charisma black hole and utter failure of a wrestler for the past year. But you know what they say about big men - they have big hearts.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction.
Zach Davis: This is disgraceful.
Jared Holmes: We adopted OblivSEAon after nearly caving the side of his head in the Sunday before at Hellimination. I remember the sparkle in Wade’s eye when he dragged him to me and jumped gleefully up and down. “Can I keep him? Can I keep him?” And - of course - we said yes. At first, we debated what we would name him: Fido? Lucky? Patrick?
Somewhere from the audience, a grizzly looking man yells “FUCK YOU, PATRICK”.
Jared Holmes: And finally, we realized that we should only put in as much effort into naming him as he was going to put in during his time as a member, so we just shoved the lazy SEA pun into his name.
The audience boos loudly.
Freddy Whoa: It’s like these men are incapable of maintaining good will.
At this point, Wade grabs the microphone, a look of legitimate anger on his face.
Wade Moor: SHUT THE HELL UP! All of you! You think we’re disrespecting Oblivion by making jokes about him?! He was our FRIEND! You didn’t know him like us, and we’re sure Oblivion is laughing in Hell at these! Now let us pay our last respects to our … to our… fallen fri-
Wade cannot continue through the tears sliding down his fat, hairy cheeks. He turns, and Thuggin gives him an understanding embrace, stroking the back of his head while consoling him. The audience has gone quiet.
Freddy Whoa: Now I have no idea what to think.
Gravedigger: None of you plebs get #BeachKrew. Christ.
Jared hands the microphone to Rabid.
Johnny Rabid: We have prepared the following video package in memory of our fallen brother.
The lights in the arena go dark as a melancholy piano cover of “Watch Me (Whip/Nae Nae)” by Silento plays over the P.A. The video opens with grainy iPhone footage of OblivSEAon at a #BeachKrew rager, lampshade on his head, whipping and nae naeing it like he had been born just to dance. A single tear slides down Kyle Kemp’s cheek. The video shifts to OblivSEAon going for the Hawaii 5-0 on Joey Flash. A voice-over of Joey Flash comes over the P.A. as the music quiets momentarily.
Joey Flash: I’ll never forget the time Oblivion broke into my house and anally raped a large duck in my bedroom before being driven off by my shotgun-wielding fiancee. I say unto you all, you have all missed out on the sublime joy of your place of residence being defiled by the semen of a fat serial killing retard and his gaggle of other retards so retarded that they follow him.
The music picks back up as footage of Oblivion pinning Zombie McMorris plays. A voice-over which sounds like an incredibly good impression of Spencer Adams - but just off enough that you can tell it isn’t him - plays over the music.
Not Spencer Adams: Oblivion brainwashed me and I ate a person with him. That’s canon.
Footage of Oblivion eating the pin for Kyle Kemp. And the pin for Wade Moor. And the pin for Kyle Kemp again. And the pin for Wade again. Finally, the footage goes to a slideshow of images: Oblivion in a snapback doing a keg stand, Oblivion being taught beerpong by Kyle Kemp, Oblivion hungrily devouring Jared’s chocolate raspbery pudding cup in the hospital waiting room. The video package closes with that same footage of Oblivion doing the Nae Nae, now in black and white. The image freezes, and words appear over it:
Slam goes to a commercial.
Turn Down For Dum Dee Dum starts playing at :34. 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 stretched out and flames following him on each side until he reaches the end of the ramp. He 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.
Zach Davis: Corey Flemming and Lee Roberts are already in the ring...
Flemming runs at Phoenix and gets a Powerslam for his trouble. Phoenix gets back up and runs at Lee Roberts, taking him down with a Running STO.
Freddy Whoa: CJ Phoenix on fire right off the bat!
Phoenix gets back to his feet and runs to the ropes, hitting a Springboard.
Into the pin.
Zach Davis: No!, Flemming breaks it up.
Flemming picks Phoenix up but Phoenix elbows him away. Phoenix runs at him..
Freddy Whoa: Spear! Whoa!
Flemming rolls out of the ring. Lee Roberts runs at Phoenix next, but Phoenix lifts him up.
Gravedigger: TALON KICK!
Phoenix drops down and pins Roberts.
Zach Davis: CJ PHOENIX WINS THE RIGHT TO FACE STUART SLANE!
The bell sounds as Phoenix gets to his feet.
The fans start screaming as the titantron flicks on with a live feed from the crowd. The camera pans over the crowd men and women alike are jumping on top of each other in an attempt to make it in the broadcast.
Freddy Whoa: and we're back, and this place is electric. Can you believe the match we just saw I mean wow and from the looks of it the crowd is loving it too.
Gravedigger: yeah to tell ya the truth I couldn't even tell you who just wrestled.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on. You know you're just awful.
Gravedigger: careful Freddy, don't forget I am a Hall O Famer and I could snap your neck.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Easy! How about you Zach. You loving this or what?
Zach Davis: Oh yeah I love this!
Hey Baby by Bruce Channel starts pumping over the PA.
The crowd goes even more bananas .
Gravedigger: What is this shit?
The Titantron's live feed has changed. It now has a cupid border and a giant heart in the center zooming in and out on couples in the audience.
Freddy Whoa: oh my god its the kiss cam. I guess Valentines day is almost here. So Digger tell me do you have a date? I heard Katherine Phoenix might be single.
Gravedigger: Your ass is about to have a date with my foot. Besides who is your date? Let me guess that looker Morrigana.
The Titantron begins to zoom out from a Seth Lerch look a like who was kissing a blow up doll. Now the camera zooms in on Gravedigger and Freddy Whoa. The crowd starts laughing and chanting.
Freddy looks over and Gravedigger and kinda shrugs his shoulders. He reaches his arms out to embrace Gravedigger. Gravedigger is sitting there with a look of disgust on his face.
Freddy Whoa: I am sorry buddy but these are the rules I don't make them.
Suddenly the feed cuts and the arena goes black. The lights start fading on and off creating a yellowish glow.
Freddy Whoa: Well I am not sure what's going on but ...
Gravedigger: I know what's going on that cheap basted Seth forgot to pay the power bill again.
Zach Davis: I am scared. Someone hold my hand.
Rustic Four Horses by Marilyn Manson starts playing over the PA and out steps Mr. Holden. He makes his way down to the ring with a mic in hand.
Freddy Whoa: Talk about a mood killer. What does this guy want.
Gravedigger: He probably wants you to shut the hell up.
As Mr. Holden slides in to the ring the house lights start to come back on.
Mr. Holden: Look at all of you. You sheep should be disgusts by yourselves.
The crowd starts booing.
Mr. Holden: Yes please boo me. Boo the guy who makes you see things for the way they are. You all need to wake up. Break out of the chains that society has cast you in.
Zach Davis starts looking at his wrists and ankles searching for shackles.
Mr. Holden: I am talking about the smoke and mirrors. I am talking about the distractions set up to make you forget that you are all living the life they want you to live. You are all being controlled. For example T.V. look at how you all reacted to the live feed. No self respect, no self control.
Mr. holden points over to the announcers’ table.
Mr. Holden: You got these two idiots over here about to make out, For what? So the world can see you? Does that make you more relevant? I does it make your life better to be noticed by the 6 people who watch this TV show? You are all living a lie. You take everything at face value. Even the titles that are given to us by the WCF are skewed. You praise the TV. Title and you forget the Cruiser weight title. Well I am sorry that my title reminds you of how fat and out of shape you are. I am sorry my title does not represent the a distraction in your life. I am sorry my title is not a constant remind of the status quo. No you see my title is the personification of hard work. My title is everything all these other titles are wrapped up in to one.
Gravedigger: You know this nut job might have a point
Freddy Whoa: You can't be serious.
Zach Davis: Has anyone seen my hotdog?
Mr. Holden: Not that I need to but I am going to prove to you worthless cogs that my title is every bit as glorious as the T.V. title. Tonight I am going to defend it against the first wrestler that walks out to the ring. Ring the Bell.
Freddy Whoa: Are you kidding me? An extra match tonight?
Gravedigger: A title shot no less. This is a real champ.
Zach Davis: Hey if you guys see the slush bender stop him. I need something by to wash down these hotdogs.
Freddy Whoa: How the hell do you still have a job?
Handlebars from flobots hits the PA.
Gravedigger: Who is this? Oh its that guy he is so boring I forget his name. I think I it's Rod Yellowhat?
Freddy Whoa: no its umm. Bob Boberson.
Zach Davis: Are you two smoking Crack it is Ron Greenhorn. Jeez how do you guys have a job and not know the roster is beyond me.
Ron slides in to the ring and is greeted by Mr. Holden's boot as he stomps him repeatedly. Mr. Holden bends over and picks him up by his hair. And kicks him in the gut. A referee comes running down from the back and slides in to the ring just as Mr. Holden hits the Anarchy!
Gravedigger: wow here's the cover.
Ding Ding ding.
Gravedigger: Now I am impressed, that is a champ.
Mr. Holden grabs the mic that he dropped on the canvas before the match broke out.
Mr. Holden: You see that is what a champion does. You are all sheep. And I am Mr. HOLDEN. HO.....
The opening guitar riff to Procol Harum’s “Conquistador” cuts off Mr. Holden. The crowd cheers loudly by reflex, but their positive reaction dims some when it registers whose music that is.
Gravedigger: Stuart Slane? What does he want?!
Stuart walks out from gorilla, mic in hand. He makes the “cut” gesture to the camera, signaling to the sound techs to stop his music. Then he angrily paces back and forth across the stage, casting heated glances to the ring and the man inside it. Finally he speaks.
Stuart Slane: Haven’t you wasted enough of these people’s time?
Another pop. The current Television Champion waits for things to get quiet before continuing.
Stuart Slane: First, you interrupt the show with your usual harangue; the WCF Galaxy is full of idiots. They’re cogs, they’re sheep, they’re slaves. Second, to compound your insults, you force us to watch you “defend” your title the same way you “earned” it; by destroying some hand-picked tomato can.
Gravedigger: Tomato can?! How dare Slane question the credentials of Bo Bollinger!
Freddy Whoa: Bob Boberson.
Gravedigger: Shut up, Freddy.
Stuart continues to speak to Mr. Holden while making his way down the ramp to the ring.
Stuart Slane: This-all this- is not what our sport is about. They-
He points to the crowd, who give a muted cheer.
Stuart Slane: - aren’t here for lectures. And they certainly didn’t come to watch you and your pantomime of a title reign. They want to see competition, real competition. The question is, Mr. Holden-
By now Stuart has passed between the ropes and is now face to face with the Cruiserweight Champ.
Stuart Slane: - is that what YOU want?
Zach Davis: Stuart Slane just called out Mister Holden!
Gravedigger: What a load of crap. Slane shouldn’t be talking smack about anyone’s claim as champion. The only reason he still has the Television title is because KL Henson helped him win at Fifteen.
Freddy Whoa: I bet you that’s one of the reasons Stuart is out here. Mister Holden is Henson’s protégé, and word backstage is the ex-Scoutmaster was none too happy with how things ended at the Pay Per View.
Holden and Slane glare at each other for several seconds, as the crowd’s anticipation builds. The crowd starts stirring it appears someone is making their way down toward to ring.
Gravedigger: is that ….?
Freddy Whoa: Yes that is Seth Lerch jumping the barricade with blow up doll in hand.
Seth Lerch slides in to the ring and jumps in between the two men. He grabs the mic out of Slane’s hand.
Seth Lerch: Alright that’s enough here. We cant go giving this match away for free. Now both of you get out of this ring.
Both men look at Seth then back at each other.
Seth Lerch: NOW!
Both men back away from each other but refusing to lose eye contact. The both drop to their backs and roll out of the ring.
Seth Lerch: And please help yourself to a beverage from the ring cooler we have.
Freddy Whoa: Well it looks like this is a situation we should keep a closer eye on in the future.
Gravedigger: I agree, I never knew Seth was so desperate for a date.
Seth’s smile on his face begins to fade away as he starts to realize he is standing in the ring with a blow up doll. He quickly pops the doll and tries to deflate it quickly as he stuffs it under his shirt. Feed cuts to a commercial.
Zach Davis: Unfortunately, none of us are qualified to call this as it is an official Body Slam Match, and none of us receiving our Body Slam Match Certification. So we'll be sitting this one out.
Gravedigger: Technically, we're entitled to a break every day, which Seth never gives us. We should strike.
We go to Kyle.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a Body Slam Challenge! The first participant to execute a body slam will be declared the winner! Introducing first, from Nagasaki, Japan....weighing in a 422 lbs....he is Akane 'Nagasaki' Katsu!
"Kabuki Gomen-Jyo" by Wadaiko Matsuriza hits the PA as a compilation of Nagasaki's past sumo victories is played on the jumbotron. He then lumbers on to the stage with his manager Mr. Nobunaga, Nobunaga is carrying a box in his left hand and a sword in the other. Nagasaki begins the sumo war dance, then bows to show respect to the audience. He walks down the ramp, climbs the steps of the ring, hoists the top rope up and steps between it and the middle rope. Once on the ring he faces where his opponent will enter, puts on the headband and mask and begins another war dance.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in at 275 lbs...he is Cormack MacNeill!
The drone of the pipes fills the air as MacNeill slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp. He stops and looks around at the raucous cheering crowd. He takes a moment and raises his fist in salute.
As the drums kick in, MacNeill walks slowly down to the ring, stopping at the end of the ramp to eye his opponent 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.
Both men walk to the center of the ring, and stare at each other with a fierce intensity as the referee gows over the rules of the challenge.
Referee: There will be no pinfalls or submissions here. The first one to sucessfully complete a classic vertical body slam will be declared the winner. Now lets go out there and have a clean match
Both men turn to go to their respective corners, where Katsu bows to the referee and to MacNeill before assuming his ready stance. MacNeill nods in return.
DING DING DING
Both men warily approach the center of the ring and size each other up. Cormack reaches out his left hand , asking for a test of strength. With Nobunaga in his corner shaking his head vehemently Katsu grabs his hand. Both men lock up the other hand and the battle begins. Almost immediately, MacNeill begins to push Katsu to one knee, while the Japanese sumo struggles valiantly to hold his own . It's to no avail as he's quickly dropped to his knees. MacNeill releases the hold and backs away, nodding to himself with some pride.
Katsu regains his feet and nods back before reaching out his hand again. MacNeill shrugs and grabs it, both men locking up again. MacNeill beings to dominate again, when a thunderous chest bump from Akane knocks him nearly halfway across the ring.
Skidding to a stop, he nods appreciatively at the sumo's strategy. Both men return to the center of the ring and lock up in a conventional collar-and-elbow tie. Both men struggle to move the other into a defensive posture, but neither can budge the other. The stale mate goes on for nearly a minute before it's broken by a resounding slap landed across the chest of the burly Canadian. MacNeill takes a step back, and runs his reddened chest before returning the favour with a punch of his own. Both men square off in the center of the ring as they go shot for shot, Katsu landing resoundingly loud palm strikes across the chest and abdomen of MacNeill and MacNeill responding with solid body punches to the ribs and chest. The crowd begins to count the blows as they are taken.
Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!
Finally, Katsu staggers back slightly, the battle lost but the war far from won. MacNeill immediately grabs the larger man and locks in a bearhug. Unable to lift his opponent, he can only stand and lean into him as he tightens the hold.
Katsu begins to fade, but as he stumbles backward he feels the ropes against his backside, and uses the spring in them to launch an open handed slap to the side of MacNeill's head. Cormack is stunned, but still holds on to the move. Akane lands another, and another causing MacNeill to break the hold and stagger away, ears ringing.
Katsu follows up with several more strikes to the back and to the sides of the burly man, hammering him back against the far ropes with his 'Thousand Palm Strike' flurry. Nearly senseless, MacNeill grans Katsu and flings him toward the near corner. The sumo uses the corner to bounce back toward MacNeill, grabbing the dazed Canadian and lifting him up high.
Cormack lands several forearm shots across the skull of Katsu, causing him to drop his opponent and stagger back. MacNeill followed him, striking with lefts and rights to the body, driving him back towards the opposite corner. With a shove he pushed Akane into the corner, and caught him on the rebound. with a body slam lift.
The sheer weight of his opponent caused MacNeill to stagger against the ropes. Nobunaga chose that moment to leap onto the apron and pull down the ropes, causing both men to spill onto the floor hard.
With no recourse, the referee started his count
Both men were stirring, and Nobunaga was urging on his charge, trying in vain to pull him to his feet. Katsu used the crowd wall to lever himself to his feet and leaned heavily on it, catching his senses. MacNeill was stirring, and crawling toward the ring as the referee continued his count
Now recovered slightly, Nobunaga guided Katsu toward the ring apron, urging him to roll in and win the match. Akane grabbed the bottom rope, and looked over to his fallen opponent, who had now gained his knees and was pulling himself up. With a push to his manager, he stumbled over and extended a hand to MacNeill, who for his part took it with some surprise. He helped MacNeill to his feet and both men looked at the ring as the referee called for the bell.
DING DING DING
Kyle Steel: The referee has declared this match a double countout.
Freddy Whoa: ...We needed a certification to call that!?
Zach Davis: Who knows! But I don't think anything was solved here tonight.
A camera view is seen from the eyes of a passerby. The crowd at the Fed Ex Arena can be heard rustling in the background as the passerby walks past numerous people including janitorial staff. Eventually the bearded face of reigning US Champion Mikey eXtreme is seen with an uncharacteristic smirk on his face as he stares down the passerby.
Mikey eXtreme: It’s YOU!?
He sounded confused yet excited at the same time, like a moment of realization had occurred as the camera is seen nodding as he walks by. Then the lurid face of Joey Flash is seen with his normal scowl at the man, and his usual salutation of
Joey Flash: Faggot.
The camera is seen shaking its head as it moves forward towards its destination, a solid wooden door with a Star and within said star reads the name ‘Seth Lerch- WCF Owner and President.’
A pale veiny hand knocks on the door and as it does the door opens a crack. A purple sleeve is seen opening the door the rest of the way as Seth Lerch shoves his face into the exposed chest of Betty Adams. You hear him make a motor boat sound as a soft cough emerges from behind the camera.
Seth picks his head up with a child-like smile on his face and looks at his visitor. He sighs and says…
Seth Lerch: Gemini Battle… to what do I owe the pleasure.
Crowd: CHEERS! LIVEWIRE…LIVEWIRE….LIVEWIRE!!!
Then the door closes and the scene switches to the announcer’s desk.
Zach Davis: It looks like Grayson Pierce is having a meeting with Seth Lerch right now.
Gravedigger: Ugh, what is he asking for another title shot… oh wait… he’s got one again tonight! Never have I seen someone lose so often and keep getting title opportunities. (in a sarcastic voice) ‘Congratulations… Joey Flash kicked you ass… here’s a tag title shot’… BULLSHIT I TELL YOU… BULLSHIT!!!
Freddy Whoa: Don’t mind him… he’s still bitter about losing at Final Destination. Anyone else find it funny how Seth always no sells the fact that he prefers to go by Grayson Pierce now?
Zach Davis: Well, Seth has never been one to be respectful to his staff. Anyway, let’s go on to the next part of the show…
“300 Violin Orchestra” hits over the PA system.
Zach Davis: Wait, what is Jonny Fly doing here?
Freddy Whoa: I heard Seth allowed him a few minutes to address the crowd and say his…man, I can’t even say the word.
Gravedigger: …his goodbyes. CAUSE HE’S GONE!
Jonny Fly walks confidently out onto the stage. He’s saved his best look for last. The normally well-dressed has taken it even a step further tonight. He’s wearing a flawless fitting navy blue Brioni suit. He’s complemented the suit with a light gray pocket square with matching light gray tie. Underneath his suit jacket is a white button down dress shirt. The look is completed by a pair of highly polished black leather shoes. Fly pauses in the middle of the stage to soak in what can only be described as a surprising fan reaction.
JONNY FLY! JONNY FLY! JONNY FLY!
Fly nods his head to acknowledge the response. He slides his hand down his suit jacket to undo the buttons. He begins the walk down the ramp and toward ringside, where he uses the steel steps to elevate himself into the ring. He pauses once again inside the ring, with the crowd still chanting his name.
JONNY FLY! JONNY FLY! JONNY FLY!
Zach Davis: Fly’s relationship with the crowd has been one of the more uneven in WCF history. This reaction is surprising.
Gravedigger: Fans are easy to manipulate, Zach. They feel sorry for him, Zach. That’s all.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know about all of that. Like him or not, Jonny Fly was always one of the more entertaining, unpredictable, and just downright dominant wrestlers this company has ever seen.
Gravedigger: Meh. He was average as best.
Jonny Fly walks to the backside of the ring and calls for a microphone. Upon receiving it, he turns and centers himself in the ring. He looks again out at the crowd and brings the microphone to his lips.
Jonny Fly: I have to tell you guys…I’m not sad about this.
The comment quiets the crowd, who are now curious to see where he’s going with this.
Jonny Fly: I’m not out here to dwell on what happened last week. I’m not here to talk about these last couple of weeks or what I could have done differently. If that’s what you expected to hear from me then it’s quite obvious that you’ve never known me at all. I’ve never shed a fuckin’ tear in my life. Regrets are not something that registers with me. I did what I wanted to do, like always.
Jonny Fly: I just didn’t win.
Fly stops talking just a moment to…laugh?
Jonny Fly: I mean…what? Corey Black actually won? Look, anyone with an ounce of common sense knows that I’m infinitely better wrestler than Corey Black. Now you guys are stuck with him instead of me. That means we’re all fuckin’ losers. You guys get to keep your bearded midcard midget and are stuck listening to him scream for the world to hear “I beat Jonny Fly! I did it! I’m awesome again!” Enjoy that shit. I’m now free, released from the bonds of this company. Released from all the phone calls and texts I get from random motherfuckers trying to get me out of California to wrestle them. Ya’ll want a rub? Go talk to Corey Black. He’ll stroke you for as long as you can take it, provided you give him a little spotlight, of course.
That’s the real travesty in this shit, at least from your perspective. Corey Black is going to find another Torture. He’s going to find another Jonny Fly. He’s going to find another transcendent wrestler to electrify his lifeless career. Then when it falls apart, he’s going to stand in this ring and repeat himself every god damn time he sees a microphone, telling you how much of that person’s career is actually owed to him. Then maybe he’ll get lucky in a match against said person and act like he’s worth a damn. It no longer means anything to me. I got over the match just minutes after it’d ended. I’m at peace with the fact that Corey Black and I could wrestle 100 times, and I’d win 99 of them…but today, because of that one loss, is my last day in the Wrestling Championship Federation.
Boos are heard from the crowd. The crowd isn’t happy about that fact.
Jonny Fly: When I started here in WCF, this was a completely different place. 20 person roster. Most of them were fuckin’ terrible. This company needed me. They needed me to change the raise the bar and change the course of history. That’s exactly what I did. Corey Black wasn’t capable. Logan wasn’t that person anymore. Jay Price was dead. I did what that group couldn’t do, and now look how far we’ve regressed. Black gets to keep his career. Price is World Champion. Logan is basically the number one contender. It’s all come full circle.
This company needs another revolution. It needs another sublime talent to right the ship. It won’t be me, though. Not this time. Everything I’ve done in this company came from a bred desire to be the absolute best, without question. That’s what happens when you grow up like I did. When you have to fight to survive at such a young age. You get really fuckin’ good at it. It’s that mindset that’s carried me all the way to tonight. The night that I give it all up. The desire is gone. The era of Jonny Fly is officially over.
Fly brings the microphone down to his side. Another loud chorus of ‘boos’ is heard from the crowd. Fly nods his head slowly in response. He lifts the microphone back up one last time.
Jonny Fly: You should boo. There will never be another Jonny Fly. There will pretenders and imposters. There will be people who use my name as a comparison to their own so they can feel better about their unsubstantial careers. But there’s only one…and this is the last time you’re going to see him. Goodbye, WCF. You’ll miss me more than I’ll miss you.
With that Fly drops the microphone. He turns himself three-hundred and sixty degrees and takes in the reaction of the crowd one last time. The man who started his career with such humble beginnings, and became a nine-time World Champion and one of the most simultaneously loved and hated wrestlers of the last decade, steps through the ropes and makes his way to the back for the last time.
Zach Davis: Well, there you have it folks. Defiant until the end, the career of Jonny Fly has come to a close.
Gravedigger: It’s a great day for the Wrestling Championship Federation.
Freddy Whoa: I dunno about all of that, but one thing is for sure, this seems to be the last we’ll see of Jonny Fly. It’s a sad night for everyone.
Zach Davis: Up next we have Bonnie Blue in action against a newcomer to the company; a man by the name of Scathe.
Freddy Whoa: You know anything about this Scathe guy, Davis?
Zach Davis: Not a thing, Freddy.
Smoke covers the stage as Eric Calderone's metal cover of the Doctor Who Theme begins; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then, she sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes into the ring.
Zach Davis: The incomparable Bonnie Blue. She's faced some setbacks recently, but she continues to prove that she's as tough as any man.
Freddy Whoa: In some cases, even tougher. Right 'Digger?
Gravedigger: Don't make me hurt you, Whoa. After what happened in the Final Destination match last week, I've got a special kind of hate for little miss Blue.
Darkness claims the arena, and a thick mist begins to collect on the stage, drifting down the ramp toward ringside. The haunting opening strains of DevilDriver's "Just Run" echo throughout the venue, accompanied by brief flickers of light on the stage. As the drums kick in, the flickers of light quicken their pulsating, and become a deep crimson in hue. Scathe steps out onto the stage as the vocals pick up, and pauses for a brief moment to sweep an impassive gaze over the assembled crowd before locking his eyes on Bonnie Blue. He then makes his way down the ramp at a measured pace, and the lights gradually come back up as he reaches the ring steps. Once in the ring, Scathe stands in the center, staring Bonnie down for another brief moment, then moves to his corner where he sheds his trench coat, his gaze never leaving Bonnie's face.
Zach Davis: Those of you who tuned in to Fifteen last Sunday night might recognize Scathe as the man who confronted Grayson Pierce after his defeat at the hands of Joey Flash.
Freddy Whoa: Didn't he promise to torment Pierce? What's his problem with Bonnie?
Gravedigger: Who cares? I just hopes he messes up that face of hers.
Zach Davis: You just might get your wish, Gravedigger; I'm getting word from the back that this match will be held under No Disqualification rules.
Scathe stalks out of his corner, and Bonnie moves in trying for a quick dropkick to the much larger man's knee. Scathe jukes to the side, and drops a knee on Bonnie before she can roll out of the way. With his prey pinned down, Scathe draws back a fist and delivers a solid punch to the side of Blue's head. The hand draws back again, and the referee steps in to chastise Scathe about his use of a closed fist. Not too concerned, Scathe releases Bonnie and stands up, looming over the official in a threatening manner. Bonnie doesn't waste any time, and quickly rolls to her feet. She then bounds to the second rope, and springboards back toward Scathe, twisting in midair to come at him head on. The ref dives out of the way as Bonnie makes contact, and drives Scathe face first into the mat with a bulldog.
Zach Davis: Bonnie's speed and agility are going to be her greatest weapons in this match; she needs to continue to use the high-octane approach, if she wants to end this match quickly.
Freddy Whoa: Which is definitely something she should want to do. I know I wouldn't want to be in the ring with a guy like that one second longer than I have to be.
Gravedigger: That's because you're a snivelling little bit--
Zach Davis: Oh my! That had to hurt!
Scathe had bounced back to his feet almost immediately, and faced Bonnie with fury etched on his features. Bonnie had turned with the intention of hitting the ropes once more, but Scathe had reached out and caught a handful of her hair. While the ref warned him about this as well, Scathe had wrenched Bonnie's head back, and swung a hammer fist down at her face; sending Bonnie to the mat, and eliciting Davis' remark. Scathe ignores the referee's nattering, and reaches down to grip Bonnie by the throat. Blue reacts in a flash; gripping Scathe's wrist in a vise-like grip, while wrapping her legs around his upper arm. Bonnie can't quite lock in the armbar, but she remains tangled around Scathe's arm. Determined, Scathe grabs Bonnie's throat with his other hand as well, then straightens up and fully extends his arms to lift Blue overhead. Bonnie switches tactics, and unwraps one leg just enough to kick Scathe in the face. The big man takes the kick like a champ, then drops to his knees and throws Bonnie down with a two-handed chokeslam. The impact stuns Bonnie, and jostles her loose from Scathe's arm.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What impact! I know Bonnie ain't exactly a heavyweight, but Scathe just lifted her clear overhead, from the mat!
Gravedigger: Here's hoping the fall back to the mat knocked some sense into her.
Blue doesn't get much of a respite, as Scathe gets back to his feet, his right hand still clutched around Bonnie's throat. The Darkitecht hauls the Daughter of Time to her feet via his grip around her neck, then fires her off into the ropes. On the rebound, Bonnie dives under a big boot aimed at her face, rolling as she hits the mat and coming back to her feet without a loss of momentum. She hits the ropes on the other side, and lands a successful dropkick to Scathe's knee. The force knocks the Darkitecht's leg out from under him violently enough to spin him partway around as he comes crashing down to the canvas. Both competitors reach a vertical base at the same time, with Bonnie's light feet taking her out of Scathe's reach before he can latch onto her again.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, that's it, Bonnie; stick and move.
Gravedigger: No, hold still and get squashed!
Zach Davis: Hold and move! Stick and squash!
Freddy Whoa: ...
Zach Davis: I.. I just wanted to be part of the conversation.
The Darkitecht moves toward Bonnie, intent on grappling with her, but the light-footed lady ducks under his reach, and skirts around behind him. Scathe reacts quicker than his size would imply, and twists around to hit Bonnie in the temple with a spinning back fist, taking her off her feet. Blue rolls as she hits the canvas, coming back to her feet in an instant, though clearly a little dazed. She shakes her head to clear the cobwebs, one hand massaging the side of her head, when Scathe approaches and hits her with a throat thrust. Bonnie's eyes bulge as her windpipe takes the blow, and she staggers back, choking on nothing. A running shoulder block from Scathe puts her on her back, driving the wind out of her only moments after she starts to breathe normally again.
Gravedigger: Yeah, that's what I like to see; make her regret ever setting foot in a WCF ring.
Zach Davis: Are you really that upset about what happened in the Final Destination match?
Gravedigger: Hey Freddy, do me a favor and smack Davis, will ya?
Zach Davis: OW! What the heck?!?
Freddy Whoa: Sorry man, but I ain't gonna argue with him.
The Darkitecht drops to one knee and grabs a handful of Bonnie's hair, but the Daughter of Time immediately begins trying to kick him off. Blue manages to create some breathing room, and quickly rolls out of the ring for a much-needed break. Seemingly fed up, Scathe moves to his corner, and retrieves a crowbar from within his trench coat. The referee moves in to try taking it from Scathe, but the Darkitecht waggles a finger at him and says a few words, presumably reminding the official of his No DQ clause. Outside the ring, Bonnie's eyes widen as she just now learns the stipulation for the match, as Scathe exits the ring and makes a beeline for her. Blue freezes like a deer in headlights as the Darkitecht approaches, crowbar held aloft. As soon as Scathe comes within range though, Bonnie quits playing possum, and unleashes a lightning fast kick to the crotch.
Zach Davis: I don't believe it!
Freddy Whoa: He didn't go down? He ain't human!
Gravedigger: Please. Bonnie kicks like a girl.
Though not as effective as she'd hoped, the kick does halt Scathe's advancement. Unfortunately, it also seems to do nothing more than make him even angrier. Before he can do anything about it, though, Blue blasts him with another boot to the balls; this one slightly more effective, as Scathe drops the crowbar, and drops to one knee. Bonnie rolls back into the ring to save herself from the ref's ongoing count and backs across the ring, keeping her focus on her opponent. The Darkitecht regains his feet at the count of six, and Bonnie explodes into motion, crossing the ring in a fraction of a second and vaulting over the top rope with a beautiful corkscrew plancha. Her light frame doesn't have the desired effect though, as Scathe catches her, turns, and drives her spine into the steel ring post. Blue screams out in pain, then screams again as the Darkitecht drives her into his knee with a backbreaker. Scathe then rolls Bonnie back into the ring, and climbs in after her. The Daughter of Time crawls to the ropes, using them to pull herself back to her feet. As Scathe approaches once more, Bonnie springboards, spins around, and lands on Scathe's shoulders, trying for a hurricanrana.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That did not work out well for Bonnie!
Zach Davis: It sure didn't, Freddy. She just didn't have enough power to complete that hurricanrana.
Gravedigger: Yeah, and she paid for even trying after Scathe powerbombed her into the turnbuckles.
With Blue sitting slumped againt the bottom turnbuckle, the Darkitecht shoots the ropes, coming back with a full head of steam, and blasts Bonnie across the jaw with a facewash. Scathe then pulls her limp form up to her feet, and places her in an inverted facelock. The Darkitecht drives his knee up into Bonnie's spine again, and the impact seems to jolt her awake, as Blue grabs hold of Scathe's shoulder, then flips herself up and over him. The result is a reversal of roles, with Bonnie now holding Scathe in an inverted facelock.
Zach Davis: Paradox! Bonnie Blue hits the Paradox! This could be it!
Freddy Whoa: I hope so, for her sake.
Gravedigger: No! Come on, this is bullsh-- Yes!
Bonnie takes a moment to catch her breath, but it's a moment too many, as Scathe sits up, albeit slowly. Blue pushes herself to her feet first, and starts to lay into the Darkitecht's back with a series of blistering kicks, ending the barrage with a Buzzsaw Kick to Scathe's temple that puts him back on the mat. Bonnie immediately makes a cover, and the ref slides into position.
But Scathe kicks out with enough force to throw Bonnie off of him. Blue scrambles back into position before Scathe can get up, and fires off a string of punches, forearms, and elbows. The Darkitecht stops the assault with a rake to the eyes, then pushes Bonnie away. Both competitors roll in opposite directions, and slip out of the ring at the same time. Scathe goes for his crowbar, while Blue slips under the ring for a moment, coming back out with a steel chair. The Darkitecht circles the ring, coming toward Blue, who keeps the chair low and out of Scathe's view. As the Darkitecht comes around the ringpost, Bonnie drives the edge of the chair into his solar plexus, staggering Scathe, and causing him to drop the crowbar again. The Daughter of Time blasts Scathe in the head with the chair, slides the chair into the ring, then womanhandles the stunned Darkitecht back into the ring as well. Blue climbs up onto the apron, measures her spot, then nails a springboard Frog Splash on the downed Darkitecht.
Zach Davis: It seems Bonnie's high speed, high impact tactics are doing the trick; Scathe has slowed down considerably.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but I don't think the dude's done yet.
Gravedigger: I sure as hell hope not; it'd be a disgrace for someone like him to lose to someone like Bonnie in his first match.
While Scathe still shows signs of life, Bonnie grabs her steel chair, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. She waits on her perch as Scathe rises to unsteady feet, facing away from her. Just as the Darkitecht turns in her direction, Bonnie leaps toward him, repositioning the chair as she does so, and dropkicks the steel into Scathe's face. the ring shakes as both competitors hit the mat, and Bonnie rolls into a cover.
Zach Davis: Can it be?!?
Gravedigger:, No, dammit!
Freddy Whoa: She got him!
Still on her knees, Bonnie throws both arms overhead with an exultant cry of victory, then climbs shakily to her feet to allow the referee to raise her hand. Her celebration is short-lived, however, as Scathe also climbs to his feet, comes up behind Bonnie, and drives her into the mat with a vicious German suplex. The Darkitecht isn't content to leave her lying there, though, and continues his assault. Though the bell rings insistently, Scathe drags Blue back to her feet, then delivers the Blood Shot onto the discarded steel chair. Still not done, the Darkitecht hauls Bonnie to her feet once more, then wraps a meaty hand around her throat. He stares into her glazed eyes for a moment, then chokeslams the Daughter of Time over the top rope, down to the floor. The referee tries to stop Scathe from going after Bonnie, and reaches a hard shot to the face for his trouble. Though only momentary, the distraction provides enough time for Blue's unconscious form to be surrounded by security personnel and EMTs; the former hold Scathe back, while the latter load Bonnie onto a gurney, and retreat up the ramp.
Zach Davis: We sure have had one memorable night.
MX by Deftones begins to play. Morrigana comes out to a mixed reaction crowd. Morrigana gets to the center, of the stage and pulls down her hood, of her jacket, and throws her arm out to the side. She proceeds to walk down the ramp.
Gravedigger: This newcomer hasn't had one single match has already created a lot of buzz.
Morrigana slides under the bottom ring rope and pulls out a mic. Her music dies down.
Morrigana: I have alot to talk about and not given too much time to do it in. You see, when you're a newcomer here in WCF you're not given a lot of things. Here in WCF, you have to earn everything. But, I'm gonna take this time to express myself. Everyone gas had a lot to express about Katherine Phoenix and myself taking out The Monster Oblivion.The Dark One, The Dark Messiah, The God of Insanity was dropped into a pit of pyro and got fried!! FRIED TO A CRISP!! CRISPY CRITTER!! Word from the hospital that the injuries were too severe for survival. But, no glorious parade. No glorious tribute by WCF. NOTHING!! And that's the way it should be. But, there are some jackasses, some educational dimrods out there... BEACHKREW, who have been accusing me of something.
But, before I continue talking about those morons... I'm five foot, eight inches tall and weigh close to 150 pounds. Beachkrew has called me "Obi in a dress". THEY CALLED ME OBI!!! Why is that Sandy Coo-Coo?! Why call me... Me Morrigana... Why call me Oblivion?! Everyone saw your statement. Explain to the public Beachkrew, stand in the ring, on Slam why you publicly... On the job, claiming that Morrigana, who is nine inches shorter and weighs one hundred and seventy three pounds lighter than Oblivion. So, go ahead and explain it, to the world, jackasses!! How can I be a dead monster?!
But, Beachkrew told the locker room to stay away from Sandy Coconuts, but she made comments that I won't explain my past. That I won't explain my training. The only way for me to obtain credibility, I would have to tell the world that I began MMA training in 2005. My first professional bout was in 2007. Trained in Hard Drive Fitness and Custom Fitness. I know my craft Beachkrew!! You tell me to stay away from itsy bitsy Sandra Coo-coo puffs. Then tell her to keep her bitch mouth shut and I won't have to hurt you!! Hunt you down, beat you down and make you my bitch!! You don't want problems with Morrigana. So, Beachkrew you want problems with me or MY Family? Then step up, then shut up!! Because, Beachkrew... WE NOW HAVE PROBLEMS!!!
Morrigana drops the MIC, as MX by Deftones begin to play.
Zach Davis: This newcomer Morrigana has made her point.
Freddy Whoa: Morrigana has drawn the line, in the sand.
Morrigana just walks up the entrance ramp, backwards with her hands raised.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to SLAM!
Zach Davis: Next up, we have a television title match! Slane will put his title on the line against DeMarcus Jordan!
Gravedigger: Slane fought off Holmes and Beaver to retain his tv title at Fifteen.
Freddy Whoa: DeMarcus Jordan also defeated Jordan Wolfram in a singles match up.
#1 by Nelly blares over the PA system as DeMarcus comes out and does a superman pose on the stage. The fans cheer proudly as the "The Best" begins his descent. He walks down the ramp, taking his time, slapping hands with the fans and talking trash about his opponent. He walks up the steps and steps in the ring, he does another pose as his music dies out.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first the challenger… hailing from Atlanta, GEORGIA! Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS… DEMMMMARRRCCCCUUSSS JORDDDDAN!
Zach Davis: Can DeMarcus defeat Slane? Is he ready to hold WCF Gold?
Gravedigger: We are about to find out. He will put it all on the line here.
Freddy Whoa: I’ve been looking forward to this one!
“Conquistador” by Procol Harum plays as Slane, wearing the TV Title around his waist, walks out from gorilla to a Conway Pop. As he makes his way down the ramp and up the steps he will make some awkward attempts to engage the crowd, waving, giving a thumbs up gesture, and so on. After wiping his feet on the apron he then enters between the ropes. He will hand off his title belt to a stagehand before moving to his corner, where Slane loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics.
Kyle Steel: Now introducing the WCF Television Champion! He hails from Grant, Iowa! Weighing in at two hundred and SEVENTY POUNDS… HE IS YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION… STUUUUAAAAAARRRRTTTTT SLLLLAAAAAANE!
Freddy Whoa: Stuart Slane is on top of his game right now.
Zach Davis: Jordan looks ready!
Gravedigger: The referee is holding the title high into the air… He calls for the bell! Jordan and Slane square off for the WCF TV TITLE! Starting Now!
The two big men charge each other. They lock up in the middle of the ring. The two men swing each other around but Slane quickly gets the upperhand relying on his weight advantage. Stuart hits Jordan with a big knee shot to the ribs! DeMarcus bends slightly and Slane wraps both of his arms around him. The belly to belly side suplex shakes the entire ring.
Zach Davis: Slane strikes first!
Gravedigger: Did you see the way that ring just shook?
Freddy Whoa: These are two big men.
DeMarcus gets back to his feet quickly. Stuart manipulates his position to get directly behind Jordan. He again wraps both of his big arms around DeMarcus. He squeezes with all his might lifting DeMarcus while doing so. The bear hug is locked in!
Gravedigger: Both of these men are fan favorites. The crowd is mixed on this one.
Zach Davis: That Slane chant just to your left begs different.
Slane continues to apply the bear hug while DeMarcus wiggles and squirms to get free. Jordan gets one arm free then counters with a jawbreaker. Slane hits one knee in a daze. DeMarcus can’t believe the jawbreaker didn’t floor the champion. Jordan swings his right heel around and nails Slane right on the chin with a spinning wheel kick! The violent shot sends Stuart flush to the mat!
Freddy Whoa: Cover him!
Zach Davis: Jordan hooks a leg of the champion!
Zach Davis: Kickout by Slane!
Jordan quickly grapples Slane back to his feet. The champion is in a daze as DeMarcus attempts a bulldog! Stuart pushes him off and towards the ropes. Jordan then bounces off the ropes then turns into a huge big boot in the center of the ring! Slane pins DeMarcus quickly!
Freddy Whoa: TWO!!!!
Zach Davis: KICKOUT BY JORDAN!
DeMarcus beats the count by getting a shoulder up off the mat. Slane begins to hammer Jordan on the mat. He straddles him, pinning both his elbows to the mat then lays into him. Left then right fists rain down Jordan in bunches. The referee begins to count when he notices DeMarcus shoulders are flush against the mat. He quickly raises a shoulder up and rocks Slane off him in the process.
Zach Davis: Jordan is back up!
Gravedigger: Slane quickly grapples then irish whips Jordan towards the ropes.
DeMarcus bounces off the ropes and charges back towards Stuart. Jordan counters with a huge Lou Thesz Press! After the two big men hit the mat, DeMarcus begins hammering Slane with a combination of lefts and rights. Slane tries to cover up with little success. The crowd goes wild as Jordan hits Stuart with a huge right hook, causing his head to buckle backwards. Slane’s head bounces off the mat! DeMarcus rises to his feet to hover over Stuart Slane.
Freddy Whoa: DeMarcus has turned the tables!
Zach Davis: He is on the offensive now!
Jordan gets ahold of Slane then grapples him to his feet slowly. Stuart is still dazed as DeMarcus gets behind him to cradle Stuart for a german suplex! Slane’s head hits the mat full force! The referee rushes in immediately to check Stuart out. Jordan rushes to the corner to climb up on the top turnbuckle. He steps on the middle rope to hoist himself up. He twists around to face towards Slane. Stuart is propping himself up on his hands and knees in the center of the ring. DeMarcus leaps off in a sitting down position aiming for the dazed Slane. At the last possible second Slane leaps up to his feet and catches Jordan for a brutal mid air clothesline! The clothesline causes DeMarcus to do a complete backwards flip! The crowd pops.
Gravedigger: OH MAH GAWD! Did you see that counter!
Zach Davis: The champion hooks the right leg of DeMarcus Jordan!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: TWO!!!!!!
Gravedigger: KICKOUT by DEMARCUS AT THE LAST SECOND!
Freddy Whoa: So close.
Zach Davis: Indeed.
Slane follows up by quickly cradling up the dazed DeMarcus. Jordan is holding his ribs after the top rope maneuver misfire. Stuart notices this and immediately hooks DeMarcus for a pumphandle gutbuster! Jordan rolls around on the mat after the shot to his already sore ribs.
Freddy Whoa: I think Slane cracked one his ribs right there! That had to hurt. Had to.
Gravedigger: Stuart will exploit those ribs if they are infact injured.
Stuart hovers above his hurt opponent. He watches as DeMarcus continues to roll around on the mat. Jordan assures the referee he can continue. He then gets to one knee then to both of his feet. Stuart charges at DeMarcus! He quickly counters with a kick to the gut of Stuart Slane! Stuart bends over so Jordan cradles him for a DDT! DeMarcus quickly again grapples Slane to his feet. Jordan then irish whips Stuart into the ropes furthest from him. He bounces off and the two men meet in the middle of the ring! Slane ducks the clothesline then both men bounce off the ropes again, to continue their forward momentum! On the return Slane nails Jordan with the Runaway Slane! The crowd pops! He quickly hooks the left leg of DeMarcus Jordan!
Zach Davis: TWO!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT BY JORDAN!
Slane is shocked by the kickout by DeMarcus. Frustration slowly creeps across his face. Jordan gets back to his feet while Stuart is facing away from him. The frustration has caused Slane to lose his focus. Jordan stands behind him patiently waiting for Slane to turn… DeMarcus catches him as soon as he turns towards him. Jordan wraps both of his arms around Slane’s neck then falls back while bringing both knees up during the fall!
Freddy Whoa: The Best MOVE EVAHHH!
Jordan quickly pins Slane after hitting his finishing maneuver!
Zach Davis: TWO!!!
Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT AT TWO AND THREE QUARTERS! That was close!
DeMarcus is now frustrated with himself. Slane rolls over desperately attempting to get up with little to no success. Jordan watches this and quickly gets back to his feet. He stumbles towards the corner. Stuart rolls back over onto his back out on the mat. He then tries to roll back over onto his belly but is unable to. DeMarcus gets to the corner turnbuckle and once again pulls himself up onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd is going nuts as he leaps off. The Shooting Star wows the entire crowd. Slane at the last possible second, lifts both knees up into the air. Jordan’s hurt ribs crash against Slane’s kneecaps at high velocity. DeMarcus loses his breath from the pain and begins to roll around on the mat after he crashes and burns. Slane is down also as the referee begins his count!
Zach Davis: That counter wowed this entire crowd. They are loving this match!
Gravedigger: Both men are down as the referee’s count reaches three!
Freddy Whoa: They are both beginning to stir now!
Both men begin to stir on the mat. The referee continues to count as both men desperately attempt to get back to their feet.
“Six” the referee counts.
DeMarcus gets to one knee as does Stuart. The men are both fighting to make the count! Jordan stands up on two wobbly legs. Slane does the same and both men share a stare down to a standing ovation from the audience.
Gravedigger: Both of these men have the heart of a champion.
Freddy Whoa: Only one of them will walk out of SLAM with the Television Championship.
Zach Davis: Jordan is protecting those ribs and now Slane seems to be favoring his right shoulder!
The two men circle each other. Slane rushes at Jordan but he counters with a sharp elbow! The shot sends Slane backwards but Jordan catches Stuart’s arm with his left hand. He pulls Slane back towards him and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline using his free right arm! DeMarcus hooks Slane’s right leg for a pin!
Zach Davis: ONE!
Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT BY SLANE!
The crowd pops wildly at the kickout. DeMarcus gets back to his feet quickly consumed with complete frustration. Jordan grapples Slane up to his knees. He then cradles Stuart’s head between his legs aiming for Awesomeness! He hooks both of Slane’s arms behind his back, ready to drop. Slane suddenly lifts up, picking DeMarcus up high into the air. He uses that extra weight and strength to lift Jordan up onto his shoulders! DeMarcus has to adjust his legs to keep from falling off the big man’s shoulders. Jordan’s eyes widen as Slane moves forward slightly then falls backwards! DeMarcus lands face first after the awesome facebuster! The crowd goes wild as both men lie on the mat breathing heavy!
Gravedigger: WHAT A COUNTER! Watch the replay… See how Slane uses his brute strength here to counter the finisher by Jordan.
Zach Davis: What a match! The referee again begins his count. Slane has gotten to one knee, Jordan is yet to move after that brutal facebuster!
Freddy Whoa: The crowd adores both of these men. This has been a back and forth affair since the start. Only WCF brings you matches of this caliber.
DeMarcus begins to stir as Slane gets back to his feet. He kneels at the heels of Jordan. He drags DeMarcus to the middle of the ring. He then cradles up both legs to grapple Jordan into Knotted UP! The inverted cloverleaf causes the crowd to pop. Slane leans forward to apply pressure while DeMarcus flaps both arms about, reaching wildly for any of the ropes!
Zach Davis: This could be it! The Champion has DeMarcus Knotted UP!
Gravedigger: He continues to apply pressure! This crowd is alive!
Jordan continues to reach for the ropes with little success. He raises an arm up but quickly pulls it back to his body. Stuart witnesses this moment of weakness, leading him to apply even more pressure! The crowd is going crazy as Jordan uses both of his elbows to pull himself towards the ropes.
Gravedigger: He almost tapped! DeMarcus is showing some real sack here.
Zach Davis: The champion continues to bend the spine of Jordan.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Stuart Slane bends DeMarcus like he has never been bent before. He yelps in pain but continues to fight and crawl towards the ropes. He lunges forward and reaches out! He nabs the bottom ropes with his left hand and holds on for his life! The referee breaks the champions hold, leaving him in complete disbelief.
Slane backs off and waits for Jordan to stand...
Gravedigger: SLANE. SLAM.
Slane drops down and pins DeMarcus Jordan.
Zach Davis: The Television Champion retains!
Gravedigger: But is it enough to win over the fans?
Slane stands and gets his arm raised.
Freddy Whoa: And can he defend against CJ Phoenix when Phoenix gets his chance?
"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.
Lee Roberts: Folks, I haven’t yet officially introduced myself to you lovely people. They call me Lee “Mr. Average” Roberts, but I assure you that I’m anything but average. In my first night in the WCF I beat 4 other wrestlers and in my second match I fought for the newly minted International Championship belt…
Suddenly “Never Again” by Nickelback plays.
Freddy Whoa: Ugh, not this guy.
Gravedigger: YES! You’re gonna get it, now, Fredrick!
Jordan Wolfram comes out wearing an extravagant robe with a microphone in his hand. He stands at the entrance ramp and addresses the masses.
Jordan Wolfram: 1-1, Lee. Sounds awfully average to me. And what happened tonight?
Freddy Whoa: WHAT!?!? He hasn’t won a match yet!
Lee Roberts: I’m sorry Wolf Ram. Didn’t you lose every match so far?
Freddy Whoa: Burn!
Jordan Wolfram: I’ve made an impact the likes that you can and will never make, Mr. Average. I pity you. You feel the need to promote your adequateness whereas I am put on a pedestal for my incredible athletic prowess and skill. You will never achieve the things that I have done, and my record in a WCF ring does not accurately reflect my stature as a human being.
Lee Roberts: You’re a loser… so… yea it does!
The crowd laughs. Wolfram remains calm and walks down the ramp slowly while speaking.
Jordan Wolfram: I demolished DeMarcus Jordan every time we stepped foot in front of each other. He defeated me in a match and won that battle, but the war was mine before that match even started. It’s like saying that because the Jets beat the Patriots this year that they were the better team… they weren’t, and you are far below me.
He gets to the ring and leaps on the apron easily before climbing between the ropes.
Lee Roberts: Well, how about a proposition for ya. Me vs you.
Jordan Wolfram: Ha… you want to face ME in a match?
Lee Roberts: No, no, my friend. I was thinking of something a little less… average. You meet me here in this ring same Average Time, same Average Channel next week and I’ll think of a little… competition for us to see who is better.
Jordan Wolfram: You know what… this could be fun.
Wolfram reaches out his hand for a handshake. Roberts obliges and accepts it.
Once their hands meet Wolfram pulls Roberts towards him, and easily lifts him on his shoulders. He then drops him with the “Never Again” toss. He laughs and looks down at Roberts without saying a word before exiting the ring leaving him there in a crumbled mass of humanity.
"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, with Mr. Holden in tow, holding the Cruiserweight Title over his shoulder. 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, while Mr. Holden stands in place. He then swings himself forward. But as he does so, the lights completely black out.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, representing the HOUSE OF OPHELIA, weighing in at a combined weight of 415 pounds, THE CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION, MR... HOLDEN!!! AND THE DIRECTOR OF TALENT RELATIONS, K! L! HENSOOOOON!!!
Every forth kick from the song, the ramp lights flash, giving a small glimps, almost a still of Henson and Holden making their way to the ring until they roll into the squared circle and gets on his knees again with his arms spread wide as the lights blast a little too brightly. Mr. Holden holds the Cruiserweight Title over his head for a moment, before passing it down to the ring attendant nearby.
Zach Davis: And here's a bout that could get ugly in a hurry.
Freddy Whoa: Understatement of the Year may have just been made. Henson, whom Kat Phoenix blames for her issues with Oblivion, is about to get down with two of her new stablemates, Logan and Charon.
Gravedigger: I don't see why this is such a big deal. They got Oblivion the actual offender, so what does K.L. have to do with anything? Is it because her feelings are hurt because she got fired for being incompetent?
Zach Davis: Tons of class, as always. But let's not forget it was K.L. Henson who sent her on that fool's errand...
Gravedigger: Right! Kat was a fool to go there, to begin with!
Zach Davis: Yes, but a rape? C'mon!
Freddy Whoa: That is going a bit too far, man.
Gravedigger: But this is pro wrestling! Where ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN!!! Hell, Jay Price just won the World Title after floundering for YEARS!
Zach Davis: But RAPE?
Digger shoots Zach Davis a contentious look, as "This Means War" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play. Both Logan and Charon walk out on stage among a din of cheers from the crowd, with Morrigana close in tow. Rather than pander to the crowd, they both continue to the ring, with Morrigana squeezing and caressing her breasts as she walks behind them.
Kyle Steel: And on their way to the ring, representing THE FAMILY at a combined weight of 465 pounds and accompanied to the ring by MORRIGANA!!! CHARON THE FERRYMAN and LOOOOOOOOO-GANNNNN!!!
Logan and Charon enter the ring, as neither Henson or Holden evacuate the ring. Both sneer at Logan, who ascends a turnbuckle while taking off his vest. Charon raises his oar over his head, spinning it around, before he brings it down across the head of Mr. Holden!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Henson sees this attack, and goes to leave the ring, only to get cut off by Morrigana!!! Logan climbs the turnbuckle and leaps out at the evacuating Henson and Morrigana!!!
Gravedigger: The Bell hasn't even been rang! What the hell is this?
Zach Davis: And Logan hitting both Morrigana and Henson with a crossbody! Charon continues to work Holden over with that damned oar inside of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: I can't believe this! The referee is just stupefied as to what has just gone down! He grabs Charon!
Zach Davis: And he eats a mouthful of oar for his troubles! He grabs the referee... RIVER STYX EXPRESS!!!
Gravedigger: DISQUALIFY HIM!!! HIM AND LOGAN! TOSS THEM OUT OF THE BUILDING!!!
Zach Davis: AND ANOTHER RIVER STYX EXPRESS ON MR. HOLDEN!!!
Freddy Whoa: Logan is back on his feet and stomping away at Henson!!! They HAD to have planned this all along!
Gravedigger: NO SHIT, FREDDY! WE WEREN'T BORN YESTERDA... OH, AND THE CONNECTOR ON HENSON OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!! SON OF A BITCH!!!
Zach Davis: And now it looks like Charon has removed a chain from inside of his garments! He's putting it around the neck... IT'S A CHOKER COLLAR!!! AND NOW HE'S JUST STOMPING AWAY AT MR. HOLDEN!!!
Freddy Whoa: Logan and Morrigana just rolled Henson back into the ring! Both are in the ring now, and Morrigana is stomping away at Henson, while Logan calls for a microphone!
Gravedigger: Screw what this asshole has to say about ANYTHING! He just ruined a perfectly good match! And for what? Katherine Phoenix!? THAT STUPID WHORE?!?!?!
Logan receives a microphone, as Morrigana retrieves a choker collar from Charon, who is using his collar to choke out Mr. Holden on one end, while beating him over the head and face with the other end. Mr. Holden is already getting bloodied by this abuse, as Logan talks into the microphone...
Logan: YOU SEE WHAT YOU GET, YOU FUCKING COWARD?! THIS IS FOR HURTING MY BABYGURL, YOU TRASHCAN BOUDLE BITCH!!! THIS IS FOR YOU, BABYGURL!!!
Logan grabs the choker from Morrigana, who had just put it on Henson, and DRAGS him out into the middle of the ring by the collar like a dead weight! Logan then stomps away at Henson in the middle of the ring, as Charon has now worked his way into placing Mr. Holden into Hades Clutch. Logan looks over, and then says...
Logan: Charon, you look like you have something to say to Mr. Holden. Please speak up...
While Charon still maintains his hold, he says simply...
Charon: SCREAM YOU LITTLE SHEEP!!! BA-AH-AH-AH-AH!!! BA-AH-AH-AH-AH!!! BA-AH-AH-AH-AH!!!
Logan: And what do you have to say about that, Mr. Holden?
Logan holds the microphone out to Mr. Holden, who just screams and groans incoherently with the choker collar now maneuvered into his mouth. His tongue is visibly wagging outward, the chain has been pulled around his face so tight.
Gravedigger: What is this? Deliverance?
Freddy Whoa: I can't watch this anymore. I might get sick...
Zach Davis: I JUST got sick! And Logan just standing over this, smiling that evil smile of his!!!
Freddy Whoa: And Morrigana releases Henson from a Dragon Sleeper and passes him off to Logan...
Gravedigger: ANOTHER CONNECTOR!!! GODDAMN, THIS SHIT HAS GOT TO END!!!
Freddy Whoa: And here comes security to the ring!!!
Zach Davis: And I've just been directed to go to commercial! Stick around, folks!!! More WCF Action to come tonight!!!
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the arena as the camera pints at the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: it’s appears that Grayson Pierce is changing his music back to his old tune. I liked the Slipknot song better but to each his own.
Suddenly through the curtain bursts a man wearing a purple coat with a pale white face, red lips that look they’ve been sliced up to his ear, and green hair.
Freddy Whoa: GEMINI BATTLE!
He stands at the entrance curtain and raises his arms in the Jesus Christ pose as the crowd inundates him with cheers.
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen at One Grayson Pierce officially denounced the name of Gemini Battle. Many people believed the story that he was possessed by a demon or alien forcing his will upon him, however the general consensus is that he was suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder thus creating a fictional world that only he was living in. Either way we thought we had seen the last of Gemini Battle. Especially in this incarnation with the paint and hair and whatnot.
Freddy Whoa: Well people don’t just magically heal from MPD. Pierce seemed to have super human strength in doing so. But it seems like he’s human like the rest of us.
Zach Davis: The real question is what does this mean for the Tag Title match later. Will it be Gemini Battle, or Grayson Pierce. Fighting for the gold?
Gravedigger: Gemini Battle, Grayson Pierce… either way he’s a piece of crap.
Gemini slides under the bottom rope and slithers into the ring like a snake. He makes his way towards a microphone as the music fades away leaving him alone in the ring with the cheering of the crowd. He smiles maniacally as he looks around at the adoring crowd.
Gemini Battle: I’m BAAAACCCCKKKK!
Zach Davis: From one of the most reviled to one of the most revered wrestlers Gemini Battle truly has lived up to his forename given the dichotomy of his nature.
Gemini Battle: WELCOME TO SUNDAY NIGHT BATTLE! I’ll be your host this evening Gemini Battle, and what a night we have planned for you tonight. We have seen some amazing action but the best is yet to come!
Gemini Battle: As you may have seen, because I made sure there was a camera pointing towards me I had a meeting with Seth Lerch today and officially got reinstated into the WCF!
Zach Davis: What? I’m confused… isn’t he Grayson Pierce?
Freddy Whoa: Something tells me that this is just a way for Pierce to get 2 paychecks from our tightwad boss, and Seth is too drunk to realize that they’re the same person.
Gemini Battle: And in my first order of business I am officially calling out the Hardcore Champion, whoever you may be. ZMAC, Bobby Cairo… it doesn’t fucking matter because once the two of you are finished with your ridiculous feud that no one gives a shit about, turning the Hardcore Title into a joke instead of an illustrious piece of gold.
Gravedigger: Just what I thought. This mother fucker gets another title shot.
Gemini Battle: I have come back for one reason and one reason only. The reinvigorate the once respected Hardcore Division that since Torture got into the picture has been nothing short of a joke. It used to be a belt that people like Steve Orbit and Jay Omega held with pride and respect. That Battle Royal at XIII between ZMAC, Omega, Bates and the rest was some of the most intense and passionate fighting I have ever seen. And THAT was the last time the belt was relevant.
Because once I finally get my shot, when the timing is right, I will bring not only relevancy back to the title, but respect and honor. I will show you all what the true meaning of Hardcore really is!
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays as Gemini drops the mic.
Zach Davis: Well Gemini has put out the challenge, and it seems that he has the backing of Seth Lerch.
Freddy Whoa: But he didn’t even mention his title shot tonight. What was that all about?
Gravedigger: He’s all about individual glory. He doesn’t care about Holmes or the Tag Titles. He’s only out for himself.
Zach Davis: I don’t know about that, he was part of the inaugural Trio’s Champions, and was an integral part of it at that. If that’s not teamwork I don’t know what is?
Gemini Battle leaves the ring, accepting the embrace of the fans as he exits the ringside area.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The Screen Suddenly cuts to a news desk, where a very serious News Anchor shuffles his papers impatiently. After a few moments he turns towards the camera.
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."
The News Anchor falls silent as the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" suddenly blares. The Screen crashes to static before bringing up the view of the entrance ramp, which is engulfed with a burst of Pyro as Teo del Sol, His trademark white Jacket and white mask shining like the sun itself, steps through the curtain. The corner of the screen bears his wrestling mask with the logo TEO TV emblazoned across it, and he holds one hand high over his head, with a camera in the other. The feed then cuts to a live broadcast from the camera, encompassing the screaming fans all around the arena, waving as they appear not only on the TV screen, but on the large 'Tron above Teo. He begins walking down the ramp, reaching out to shake fans hands and sign autographs, all seen from the viewpoint of the camera, at last he makes it to the ring and the view cuts back to the regular feed.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring at this time weighing in at 180 pounds from Houston, Texas..... The WCF People's Champion......Teo del Sol!
The audience goes wild as he steps through the ropes, taking a deep bow, before running into the corner to raise his hands victoriously! He claps his hands in gratitude, applauding the audience that applauds him, and rolls with a quick backflip, landing in the center of the ring. He pushes down with his hands and springs to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes running to the turnbuckle He removes the jacket and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....
" Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 220 pounds. The WCF Internet Champion Zombie McMorris!
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.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go!
Zach Davis: Champion versus Champion here tonight on Slam.
Gravedigger: But which Champion will have his hand raised at the end of this one....it's anyone's match!
Del Sol paces in his corner as McMorris just stares intently. Teo in a flash darts across the ring but McMorris is to quick. He catches Del Sol directly in the face with a devesatating big boot followed by an elbow drop. McMorris stands and picks Del Sol up by the head and begins a series of chops that land with the thud of a falling tree and lands a spinning power slam on Del Sol after a series of 5 chops.
Freddy Whoa: Brutal chops on Teo del Sol from the Duke of New York.
Zach Davis: That is sure to leave a mark! Listen to that thud!
Del Sol slowly stands up and McMorris charges and the seemingly stunned Teo del Sol executes a flawless Enziguri. McMorris though fazed but the assualt is still up. Teo quickly gets to his feet and charges and executes a flying cross body and they both go down.
Zach Davis: Managing to make a come back now. Let's see if Teo del Sol can maintain the momentum.
Freddy Whoa: Both men truly wanting this here tonight.
Gravedigger: I don't think I would even try to predict a winner in this math.
Teo del Sol is the first one on his feet. McMorris is attempting to get up but much slower. Teo del Sol sizes up the big man and hits him with a running DDT.
Zach Davis: Big running DDT takes the the Internet Champion down.
Gravedigger: But can Teo continue to capitalize againt the raw brutality of McMorris?
Teo del Sol back to his feet now he picks McMorris up by the head and launches McMorris across the ring with an irish whip, he ducks McMorris and a clothes line attempt on the rebound. McMorris off the ropes again however the quick moves of del Sol aren't quick enough and he is clocked by a monsterous diving clothesline.
Zach Davis: Both men down now!
Freddy Whoa: The ref is starting the count.
Gravedigger: No way....These people will riot if this match ends like this.
Both men down now. The ref begins a 10 count.
McMorris now getting back to his feet while Teo del Sol remains on the canvas. He stands and looks at the fallen del Sol. The crowd now rallying behind Teo begin a chant.
WCF: Let's go Teo....Let's go Teo......Let's go Teo...
Zach Davis: The crowd here in Memphis showing their support for Teo.
Freddy Whoa: He is going to need it. That diving clothesline took a big toll on the Masked Luchador.
Gravedigger: Anyone's ball game.
From his reaction you would think that McMorris doesn't even hear the fans. He is in the moment and intently staring at his fallen opponent who is now showing signs of movement. McMorris begins to pick up Teo del Sol and counters with an inside cradle!
Zach Davis: SO CLOSE!
Freddy Whoa: The People's Champion showing exactly why he is that here tonight at the Fed Ex Forum.
Gravedigger: But again.....how long can he keep it up?
McMorris kicks out and with all his agility and ability makes it to his feet. His eyes are wide, he is totally caught off guard and completely suprised. Teo del Sol back up within seconds. Wasting no time the two men tie up. The brute force of McMorris is to much and he snatches del Sol into a side headlock and violently grinds his wrist into the side of del Sol's head. Teo now begins to hammer away with elbow shots to the mid section of McMorris. Teo manages to break away and executes a round house that stuns McMorris but doesn't send him down. Teo with everything he has once again launches Zombie McMorris across the ring with an irish whip...
Zach Davis: Habanero Hurricane!
Without his usual theatrics, Teo quickly jumps to the top and flies off, looking to put McMorris away.
Freddy Whoa: HABANERO HIGH DIVE! HE HITS IT!
Zach Davis: The People's Champ wins it!
The bell sounds.
Gravedigger: Teo Del Sol now boasts some amazing victories. He's beaten Jonny Fly for the Television Title, he's beaten Torture, he's beaten Zombie McMorris... He's building up quite a legacy here. He's just like McMorris wasn't at 100% after that brutal Volcano match!
Teo is handed his People's Title and celebrates as ZMAC rolls out and we go to commercial.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Steve Orbit!
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne hits the PA. Pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a large pink spotlight, which Steve Orbit steps out into. He's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, and he struts towards the ring with a serious look on his face.
Gravedigger: Orbit doesn't look happy at all.
Freddy Whoa: After what happened last week at Fifteen, can you blame him?
Cut to a replay of Orbit atop the ladder, inches from the briefcase, the briefcase being raised towards the ceiling, Logan knocking Orbit off the ladder and the briefcase being lowered for him.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit was robbed. He should have that World title shot, that briefcase should be in his hands right now.
Gravedigger: But he doesn't. It's a no DQ match, he lost. At the end of the day it doesn't matter who got screwed, who got robbed, it matters who has the briefcase and that's Logan. I obviously don't like it either-- I was in the match, so technically, I was robbed too. That's the way it goes, Seth does what he wants. He's the boss.
Orbit stands in the ring with a mic as his music cuts.
Crowd: YOU GOT ROBBED! YOU GOT ROBBED!
Steve Orbit: Thanks, y'all.
Crowd: OR-BIT! OR-BIT!
Zach Davis: These fans are throwing all of their support behind Steve Orbit once again.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, he's had his ups and downs-- but he says he's only back to compete, and I believe him. He loves this company as much as anybody and the fans as much as anybody.
The crowd pops one more time before he speaks again.
Steve Orbit: Fifteen was a hell of a night. HELL of a night, all around. I'm still tryin' to process everything that went down. But one thing I know, one thing is clear-- if it wasn't for Seth Lerch tampering and foolin' around, I would be standing here with that Final Destination World title briefcase right now.
Steve Orbit: I know. I should have seen it comin'. I mean, for as long as WCF has existed, Seth Lerch has been picking his favorites to win. It's like he picked the winner before we even stepped into the ring.
Gravedigger: Ain't that the truth.
Steve Orbit: I don't get it. Final Destination was this huge opportunity to do something great in this company-- and you just hand it to Logan?! A guy who's been a flake for years now? Logan didn't need to win that match. Shit, even I didn't NEED to win it, but at least I would have done something great with it. Logan will piss it away just like he's pissed his career away. And don't even get me started...
Steve Orbit: On his new group with SARAH TWILIGHT.
Steve Orbit: I can't wait to Pimp Slap her face off later, but that's besides the point. I just wanna know, Seth... WHY. Why did you even bother with the match if you was just gonna hand the shit to Logan? Why?! WHY?
Crowd: WHY! WHY! WHY!
Steve Orbit: So Seth, boss man, come on out here. Come on.
Moments pass, Orbit looks towards the entranceway. Nothing.
Steve Orbit: Come on out, Seth. I just wanna talk, I ain't gonna slap you around or nothin', don't worry. Just come on out, you owe me that. You owe me an explanation.
"Treachery" by Bleach hits the speakers.
Zach Davis: That isn't Seth Lerch.
A shower of boos rains upon Logan as he walks out onto the stage already suited up in wrestling attire. He stays on the stage, eyeing Steve Orbit, and raises the microphone he brought with him to his mouth once the music cuts.
Logan: I've been sitting backstage listening to you whine and bitch out excuse after excuse for your loss at Fifteen. Is this what you've done all week? Sitting up in Club Violet, crying into your dancers titbags, letting everyone with an ear hear about how unfair life is for Steve Orbit?
Orbit shares glares with Logan.
Logan: SHUT UP!
Gravedigger; A long history boils between these two but I don't think we've ever seen them more heated towards one another.
Logan: Seth Lerch didn't kick your goofy ass off the ladder and grab the briefcase, Steve. No... that was all me.
The crowd boos.
Steve Orbit: Say Logan, you got a lil' somethin' right there.
Orbit points to his mouth. Logan stops, touching his own mouth and looking.
Steve Orbit: Must be Seth Lerch's yam sauce on your face.
Steve Orbit: I don't wanna know what you did for him, or did TO him, whatever, in order for him to basically hand you the briefcase-- but we all know you two have always had a 'special' relationship, ain't you. But hey, that ain't none of my business. I'll tell you what is my business. You so confident standing all the way over there. Why don't you come down here and fight me-- one on one... and put that fuckin' briefcase on the line.
The crowd explodes at the potential match.
Steve Orbit: I want another shot at what's mine! Everybody saw me get screwed at Fifteen, the whole world. If you want to prove that you deserve that briefcase, the only way you're gonna do it is by beating me on-on-one-- and I don't think you got it in you.
Logan is furious.
Logan: YOU WANT A MATCH? SHUT UP!
The crowd boos.
Logan: This is my briefcase! But if you insist, I'll gladly come down there and beat you over the head with it!
"Master of Puppets" hits.
Everybody looks towards the entranceway. Seth doesn't show, instead he appears on the jumbotron.
Seth Lerch: Steve... buddy. I can't tell you how awful I feel about the... huge mistake I made at Fifteen. And I am sorry.
The crowd boos at Seth's mistake! Logan and Orbit eye each other.
Seth Lerch: The truth is... I meant to lower the case for you! Yeah, that's it. I pulled the lever the wrong way. I meant to LOWER it-- I meant to HELP you, Orbit! Come on, I've always been in your corner!
Orbit curses to himself inaudibly, obviously not buying it.
Seth Lerch: But look... what's done is done. There's no way the contract inside that briefcase can be transferred-- there's specific language in the contract, to prevent the briefcase from being hot potato'd around every time somebody lays down a challenge.
The crowd boos.
Seth Lerch: That contract is for the Final Destination winner... and, as much as it pains me to say it... it's Logan's. No matter what.
More boos. Orbit rolls his eyes.
Seth Lerch: BUT! You guys clearly have issues... and Logan versus Orbit is a money match if I've ever seen one.
The crowd cheers! Logan and Orbit bark at each other from across the arena.
Seth Lerch: Let's not drag this out. Logan, you're facing Steve Orbit at Timebomb in a ladder match! Let's so who wins when I'm not there to protect you, Logan!
Seth smiles and then cuts from the 'tron.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Logan and Steve Orbit have a long, storied history together.
Gravedigger: Does... does Sarah Twilight even know what Logan was doing back in the day? I forget. Should someone tell her?
Logan hugs the briefcase, taunting Orbit. Orbit just shakes his head. Cut to commercial.
As we come back from the commercial, the competitors in the battle royal are all in the ring.
Zach Davis: No time for real entrances tonight!
Gravedigger: Especially because most of these freaks take forever.
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of freaks, we've advertised Punkin as being in this match, but instead we've got Jordan Caliban. Caliban has seemingly shed the Punkin persona, which doesn't have his business partners happy.
Zach Davis: WCF is actually contractually obligated to continue to book Punkin, not Caliban!
As the bell rings all hell breaks loose. Occulo begins brawling with Dustin Beaver, Jenson with Starr, Wolfram with Punkin, and Atreyu with Young.
Freddy Whoa: Jordan Caliban looking to pick his spots..
The new International Champion runs at Benjamin Atreyu and takes him down with an Enziguri. Caliban turns as Occulo runs at him, Caliban executes an Exploder Suplex!
Gravedigger: Occulo flies out-
No!, Occulo lands on the apron and quickly reenters the ring. Caliban has already grappled Jordan Wolfram from behind; Wolfram elbows out of it. The two men go face to face and Caliban ducks a Clothesline before hitting a 540 Kick!
Zach Davis: There goes Jordan Wolfram! Wow!
Caliban gets back up and runs at Occulo, who hits him with a Powerslam. Occulo gets up and is met with a Running DDT from Adam Young.
Freddy Whoa: The Redneck on fire, as always.
Young picks Occulo and goes to throw him out, but Occulo stops himself and throws Young out instead! - no, Young stops himself short of the ropes and Springboards, hitting a Clothesline onto Occulo. Occulo stumbles up and Young runs at him.
Gravedigger: Adam Young eliminates Occulo with a Clothesline over the top!
No!, Occulo is able to reverse it and lifts Young over the ropes as he goes for the Clothesline, sending Young spilling to the outside!
Zach Davis: This match is a big deal. This match guarantees the winner entry into the Trilogy Cup Tournament, a tournament that can lead to a World Title match.
Occulo gets up and he's taken down with a Clothesline from Bad News Benson. Benson runs at Beaver and takes him down too. Then Jenson. Then Caliban. Then Atreyu. Then Starr.
Freddy Whoa: Bad News Benson is taking everyone down!
He positions himself on the top rope and pulls in Lucious Starr.
Gravedigger: Here comes the Ghetto Bomb!
NO!, Starr is able to shove Benson off the top, with a crash to the outside!
Zach Davis: Lucious Starr eliminates Bad News Benson!
Freddy Whoa: We're down to six men in this battle royal. Occulo, Beaver, Jenson, Caliban, Atreyu, and Starr.
Starr turns as Atreyu runs at him. Atreyu hits a Big Boot.
Gravedigger: Starr ducks the Big Boot!, Atreyu over the top!
No!, Atreyu lands on the apron. Starr runs at him put Atreyu elbows him before pulling him in.
Zach Davis: Benjamin Atreyu... going for the Suplex to the outside!
No!, Starr lands on the apron. Both men elbow each other several times, trying to get the best of each other, but neither wants to fall off.
Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES DUSTIN BEAVER!
Beaver knocks them both off-
Gravedigger: No!, Atreyu and Starr grab Beaver...
Zach Davis: We've got a Double Suplex over the ropes to the outside!
No!, Beaver is able to jab his way out of it. Atreyu and Starr, both fearing for their safety, quickly re-enter the ring. Jenson is the first to attack Starr, hitting him with a Spinning Heel Kick and doubling him over. Jenson grapples him for a Belly to Belly but Starr claps his arms against Jenson's head, breaking free. Starr quickly drops him with a Double Arm DDT!
Freddy Whoa: This is anyone's match at this point.
Atreyu has Caliban on the ground and is stomping at him repeatedly. Atreyu backs off as the crowd focuses on him and boos; he waits for Caliban to get to his feet before throwing him to the ropes. Caliban Springboards and goes for a Bodypress, but Atreyu catches him... and hits a Fallaway Slam!
Gravedigger: Perfect counter there!
Atreyu gets back to his feet and is met with a grapple from Starr - boom, German Suplex. Lucious Starr gets back to his feet and hits Jenson with a forearm. Jenson, angry, roars back and hits Starr with a forearm of his own. Jenson then lifts Starr up.
Zach Davis: Here comes the D20!
No!, Starr shifts his weight. Jenson turns-
Freddy Whoa: Bull Hammer!
Jenson stumbles away, practically knocked out.. turning right into a Beaver to Belly from Dustin Beaver, sending him flying over the top.
Gravedigger: Andre Jenson is eliminated!
Caliban runs at Beaver, who hits another Beaver to Belly.
Zach Davis: CALIBAN GONE!
Lucious Starr is next.. Beaver grabs him..
Freddy Whoa: BEAVER TO BELLY! THERE GOES LUCKY STARR!
Gravedigger: Dustin Beaver is a superstar. He just eliminated three guys in this match!
Benjamin Atreyu runs at Dustin Beaver next.
Gravedigger: THERE GOES ATREYU!
Nope, Gravedigger spoke to soon. Dustin Beaver positions himself for the Beaver to Belly but Atreyu intentionally stops himself short and hits a Black Eye Sonata.
Zach Davis: Dustin Beaver eliminated! He flies right over the top!
Freddy Whoa: Out of nowhere! As they say.
Benjamin Atreyu turns face to face with Occulo.
Gravedigger: We're down to two men... neither of which are #BeachKrew. Gravedigger don't care.
The two begin trading blows, boom, forearms to Occulo, boom, big right hook to Ateryu. Neither man gives an inch. Atreyu goes to fire off a Big Boot but Occulo ducks it and kicks Atreyu in the gut; Occulo goes for a Swinging DDT but Atreyu jabs his way out of that. Atreyu goes for ANOTHER Big Boot but again Occulo ducks it; this time as they meet Occulo executes a Hurricanrana!
Zach Davis: Benjamin Atreyu goes to the well a few too many times with those Big Boots, but Occulo, representing The Sentinels, keeps at him!
As Atreyu stumbles back up Occulo goes to throw him over, but Atreyu stops him and knees him in the gut. Atreyu goes for a Roaring Elbow but Occulo ducks it and hits an elbow to Atreyu's throat!
Freddy Whoa: Oesophagus Bureau!
Instead of finishing off the Oesophagus Bureau, Occulo throws Atreyu out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Atreyu lands on the apron once more!
Occulo runs at Atreyu but Atreyu drops down, holding the top rope; Occulo flies out as Atreyu throws himself into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Benjamin Atreyu wins this Battle Royal!
Occulo holds up one hand up to his ever supportive fans but notices a man who looks somewhat…different to the others. A colossus of a man wearing a red headband. He nods at Occulo, who nods back cautiously. As he reaches the top of the ramp, the man disappears into the crowd.
As he reaches backstage an official saunters over to him and hands him a small hessian sack tied with a piece of brown string.
Occulo: What’s this?
Official: This huge Japanese guy asked me to give it to you. He said he knows you.
Occulo: Strange, I’ve never seen him before in my life
He unties the string and empties the contents of the sack in to the palm of his hand. A single ball of cotton rolls softly across his fingers.
Occulo: What the hell is this?
He places it back in the sack.
Occulo: Did he give you his name?
Official: Yes, he said his name was Itami, and that he wishes to speak with you after the show. He will meet you outside the arena. I can ask security to escort you out if you wish.
Occulo: No, no that won’t be necessary. I’ll see to him myself. Thanks.
The official nods and walks away as Occulo takes a couple of seconds to think, before walking away himself.
Crawl by Kings of Leon hits.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, it's Torture!
The crowd explodes as Torture appears on the stage in a full three piece suit. He stops for a few seconds, soaking in the crowd. He adjusts his tie and steps towards the ring.
Zach Davis: Nooooo!!!!
Freddy Whoa: Annnnd our weekly surprise guest just hit a bulldog on Torture...
As Torture lays on the steel ramp, the man raises his hands to the boos of the crowd. Turning back to Torture, he is hit with a stiff right hand as the Legend fights back.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like he celebrated early...
Gravedigger: He messed with the bull, and is now getting the horns...
Zach Davis: Kick this bums... Bum!!!
In an effort to regain control, the stranger swings violently downstairs.
Freddy Whoa: The crowd groaning in sympathy as he hits the great equalizer...
Except, Torture's painful scream rises a couple octaves.
Zach Davis: HE'S NOT LETTING GO!!!
Gravedigger: The Testicular Claw is more than an equalizer...
With a pure evil grin, the attacker jerks his hand down hard, breaking the hold and dropping Torture in a heap...
Crowd: Fuck You! *Clap clap clap* Fuck You! *Clap clap clap* Fuck You! *Clap clap clap*
Zach Davis: Someone help him!!
The man takes his leather jacket off to reveal an old Clash t-shirt.
Freddy Whoa: Doesn't look like he's done Zack...
Wrapping it around Torture's neck, he uses it to lift the Legend up, and notices he is just inches from the edge of the stage. Looking around, he screams...
Attacker: Is this what you want?!? Are you not entertained?!?
Zach Davis: Don't do it!!!!
Gravedigger: No, do it!!!
With a feral yell, our attacker leaps off the three foot drop, using his leather jacket around Torture's neck to enhance the neckbreaker.
Torture's upper back and shoulders hit the stage, his leather wrapped neck whipping violently down.
Zach Davis: He killed him!!!
The attacker stands up, screaming and thumping his chest King Kong style...
Gravedigger: That was a viscous, heinous attack.... And it was beautiful...
Our attacker retrieves his jacket, and climbs up the stage with his hands raised in victory. The crowd really booing him now as medics tend to the fallen Torture.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to SLAM! Next up we Jared Holmes versus Spencer Adams. Thoughts?
Freddy Whoa: Holmes returned at Fifteen and will want a strong showing here tonight. Spencer Adams is coming off a loss and will be looking to do the exact same thing. This could be amazing.
Gravedigger: Adams can rise to occasion but he may have the odds stacked against him here.
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: Introducing first… Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! Weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds… SPEEEENCCCERRRR ADAAAAAMMMMS!
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 to wait for Holmes.
Freddy Whoa: The fans adore Adams! He has this place worked up!
Zach Davis: Here comes the 6ixGod!
"No Church in the Wild" by Jay Z and Kanye West hits the PA as the lights go dim in the arena. A golden Eye of Horus lights up the jumbotron as "#AllHail6ixGod" appears beneath in gold lettering. A single stage light hits the center of the ramp as the music swells and booing from the crowd reaches a fever pitch. From the curtain steps Jared Holmes dressed in a full-face mirror ball mask topped with a diamond encrusted crown of thorns and long navy wool coat with gold accents, Thursday by his side, flanked by John Gable and Andre Aquarius, and followed by "Hacksaw" Jim Thuggin and Sandy Coconutz carrying the Jolly Rodgers and Swagtanic Goat flags of #BeachKrew.
Gravedigger: #BreachKrew in the house!
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds.... "THE SIX GOD" JARED HOLMES!
Jared steps into the spotlight, the mirror ball mask reflecting the light in a dazzling display of colors. His hands slowly raise from his sides into the air as sparks descend from the ceiling. Bringing his arms down swiftly, he continues down the ramp, his eyes concealed behind the mask but undoubtedly on the ring. The posse moves with purpose, and upon reaching the bottom of the ring, Jared ascends the stairs and steps between the ropes. His hand coming to the back of his head, he removes the mask and raises it in the air to a chorus of boos as Thuggin and Coconutz raise the flags and Thursday, Gable, and Andre applaud below.
Zach Davis: Listen to these boos. This crowd loathes BeachKrew!
Freddy Whoa: Adams is outnumbered. That’s for sure.
Gravedigger: I see you are already making excuses for Spencer.
The referee calls for the bell. Holmes makes a mad dash for Adams! Spencer side steps him then pushes him through the ropes onto the outside! Holmes is helped back to his feet on the outside by his entourage.
Gravedigger: A tad bit of ring rust? Maybe.
Zach Davis: Both of these men are seasoned athletes.
Holmes gets back in the ring. Spencer and Jared then lock arms in the center of it! Holmes knees Adams in the gut after gaining a slight advantage by shifting his feet. The 6ixGod then irish whips Spencer toward the ropes. Holmes follows up with a huge running STO! He quickly hooks the right leg of Adams!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Gravedigger: KICKOUT by ADAMS!
Spencer gets back to his feet quickly. Holmes does as well, leading to them both charging one another again. Adams rushes past The 6ix God and leaps up onto the corner turnbuckle. A quick bounce on the middle turnbuckle sends Adams to the top! He turns quickly then dives off at Jared! Spencer’s hurricanrana wows the crowd! Adams quickly hooks a leg for a pin!
Zach Davis: ONE!
Freddy Whoa: Kickout by HOLMES! Adams continues his offensive assault!
Gravedigger: Holmes’s whole crew out here was sweating over that last pin. That little one looked real pissed.
Adams continues his momentum by bouncing off the ropes furthest out from The 6ix God! Holmes gets to a knee as Spencer bounces towards him!
Zach Davis: Shining Wizard!
Adams continues his assault by rushing to the corner once again. Jared is now laid out on his back. Spencer quickly climbs the turnbuckle and works the crowd a bit before he leaps off! The crowd’s enthusiasm quickly fades as The 6ix God counters by raising both knees! Adams falls to the side, holding his abdomen in pain. Holmes gets back to his feet and drops a big elbow into the spine of The Antidote!
Freddy Whoa: Ouch! Holmes just tried to drive his elbow through Spencer’s spine!
Zach Davis: The Chosen One looks to be all business here tonight.
Holmes grapples up Adams for a quick scoop slam! He uses an arm drag to pull Adams closer to the corner turnbuckle. The crowd boos his every move. Jared climbs the turnbuckle after situating Spencer just right. Holmes quickly dives off the top rope! The crowd is wowed by the moonsault!
Gravedigger: Sick Moonsault! The crowd may hate him but they loved that move!
Zach Davis: Jared goes for the pin!
Freddy Whoa: ONE…………
Gravedigger: KICKOUT BY ADAMS! The 6ix God just put an end to the ring rust debate.
Zach Davis: Indeed.
Spencer stumbles back to his feet then charges at Holmes. Jared side steps him completely. The 6ix God then uses Spencer’s own forward momentum to send him through the ropes and to the outside! Jared’s entourage circles Adams after he hits the floor. Holmes quickly distracts the referee by complaining about an earlier call. Spencer Adams continues to catch stomps while The 6ix God holds the referee’s attention. Jared takes off towards Adams causing his entourage to stop their assault. Spencer climbs up on the apron shaking his head from the beating he just sustained on the outside.
Zach Davis: The 6ix God manipulated the referee's position so his posse could cheat.
Gravedigger: Wah. Wah. Cry about it, why don’t ya?
Adams pulls himself up off the apron as Holmes walks over to him. Jared yanks Spencer through the middle ropes slowly. He pulls at Adams until both legs are resting on the middle rope. The crowd continues to boo as Holmes hits the elevated DDT!
Gravedigger: The 6ix God has taken complete control now.
Freddy Whoa: Adams recovers quickly somehow after the brutal DDT! He’s back to his feet!
Holmes and Spencer charge at each other again, but Spencer catches Jared with a swinging neckbreaker! Adams is again quick to get back to his feet. The 6ix God gets to one knee and Spencer nearly takes his head off with a superkick! The Antidote falls on top of Holmes for a pin!
Freddy Whoa: TWO!!!
Zach Davis: KICK OUT BY HOLMES!
Real concern crosses the faces of Thursday and the rest of Jared’s crew. Holmes rolls to his feet, still staggering a smidge. Spencer follows up by grabbing a hold of Holmes’s left arm. He irish whips Jared towards the corner! Adams follows close behind leaping just before Holmes hits the turnbuckle in front of him. He launches himself into Jared in the corner for a huge splash! Spencer steps aside allowing Holmes to fall flat on his back, out on the mat.
Crowd: Anti-DOTE! Anti-DOTE!
Freddy Whoa: Adams has turned the tables!
Gravedigger: He is climbing the turnbuckle again!
Zach Davis: He is going to the top!
Spencer climbs to the top turnbuckle then turns around to face Holmes. The 6ix God seems at first glance, wobbly on his feet but is playing possum. This leads Adams to take his precious time. Jared suddenly rushes the turnbuckle and gets a hold of Spencer before he can leap off! The Antidote gets launched off the turnbuckle, he does a front flip in mid air landing solid on his back in the center of the ring!
Zach Davis: NASTY!
Gravedigger: He took too much time up there.
Freddy Whoa: He sure did.
Adams rolls around on the mat in pain after the huge slam. Holmes circles Spencer like a predator would prey in the wild. Adams finally catches his breath and opens his eyes. Holmes flips Spencer over suddenly, onto his belly. Jared hooks him for a one legged boston crab in the center of the ring! The 6ix God sits down on Spencer’s spine. Adams twists and thrashes about. He reaches for the ropes in complete desperation.
Gravedigger: Spencer Adams could tap here! He just might!
Freddy Whoa: He is in terrible position to reach the ropes from there.
Spencer begins to slowly drag himself toward the ropes. The crowd rain boos down as The 6ix God just uses it as fuel to bend Spencer further. Adams continues to dig and fight for the ropes. He uses his elbows to help steady himself. He then begins to inch closer towards the ropes using both elbows to dig in.
Zach Davis: Jared has the hold locked in but Spencer is crawling ever so slowly towards those ropes!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, look how his spine is bending…
Gravedigger: The 6ix God may break Spencer Adams in two pieces here.
Adams reaches for the ropes again. He reaches with all he has left and finally gets one finger on the bottom ropes! He lunges slightly, grasping hold of the bottom rope! The referee comes in to break the hold as the crowd pops!
Gravedigger: I thought he was going to tap.
Zach Davis: He fought and dug to stay in this match up. The referee stands both men up after the rope break.
Both men now face each other. Jared takes off at Spencer, who counters with a picture perfect missile drop kick! The 6ix God’s skull is rocked by Adams heel. He remains on his feet somehow. Spencer quickly follows up by whipping Holmes towards the corner. Jared turns slightly before he hits the turnbuckle in the corner, causing him to land back first against it. The solid contact bounces Jared back towards Adams! Spencer takes off at Holmes nailing him with a running enzuigiri! Holmes hits the mat in a pile while his posse outside the ring scream their frustrations! Spencer goes for a quick pin!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: TWO!!!
Gravedigger: KICKOUT BY 6IX GOD!
Holmes immediately rolls out of the ring after kicking out. He gets to his feet on the outside in order to catch his breath. Each member of his entourage checks on him as he wanders alongside the ring, breathing heavily.
Gravedigger: Holmes decided he needed a breather.
Zach Davis: He couldn’t stand the heat in this particular kitchen.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like he is just gathering himself. What is Spencer doing?
The 6ix God and his posse are huddled on the outside of the ring. Thursday isn’t inside the huddle but she is looking on, just out from the announce table. Spencer slowly backs up towards the ropes furthest from the huddle. He aims himself in a straight line directly at the huddle. Holmes and the others are totally unaware of this. Adams takes off in a dead sprint towards the group. He gets to the opposite side of the ring quickly. diving over the top rope into a front flip onto the huddle! Bodies spill in every direction after the spectacular aerial maneuver. The crowd is cheering wildly for Spencer Adams as he pops back up out of the pile of bodies. Holmes ends up laid out across the ring steps. Adams grins at this revelation then slides back in the ring. 6ix God’s posse are all down but Thursday now. Spencer races to the corner turnbuckle just out from the ring steps. Adams gives himself just enough room to catch some real air. He takes aim at Holmes.
Freddy Whoa: Jared Holmes is out across those steel ring steps. It looks like Adams plans on piling on some pain here! He has plans that could ruin any that Jared previously had!
Zach Davis: He is about to take flight!
Spencer Adams prepares to dive off at Holmes but Jared has other plans. Holmes stands up quickly on the steps then trips Adams up! Spencer spills off the turnbuckle suddenly. His head bounces off the top of the steel steps where Holmes was standing before. Spencer’s head buckles after hitting the steps full force. He ends up on his side sprawled out across the ring steps.The crowd gasps at the brutal shot!
Gravedigger: Oh my god… Did you see that? Spencer is hurt. 6ix God has just injured The Anti-dote!
Zach Davis: The medical staff needs to get out here now!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
The referee begins his count with Holmes now standing next to him. Adams still lies still across the ring steps..
Zach Davis: Come on, Adams! Get up!
Gravedigger: Forget it, he’s done.
The referee calls for the bell! Spencer Adams could not get back in the ring to make the count. The medical staff rush to ringside to check on Spencer. The 6ix God and his entourage celebrate while Adams is strapped to a gurney just behind them. The staff doctor agrees with the EMT’s that Spencer is showing symptoms of head trauma. He will have to be rushed to the hospital!
Freddy Whoa: The 6ix God has won his first match back!
Zach Davis: Due to countout. Adams looks like he’s bad shape and who knows when he will be able to wrestle again. Holmes has made a huge statement here tonight.
Gravedigger: A win's a win.
Andre Holmes is seen storming through the hallways and enters a bathroom where Grayson Pierce is seen washing his face in the sink.
Andre Holmes: I don't think this is a good idea with me being here especially with Henson around but one thing I gotta ask. The hell was that?!
Pierce coughs and grabs a paper towel, leaving the water on.
Grayson Pierce: *cough* What… ugh… what are you talking about?
Andre Holmes: You went out there as Gemini Battle...Gemini...Battle...
Grayson Pierce: What are you talking about? Gemini doesn’t exist anymore. He’s GONE!
He gets pissed as he shuts off the water and grabs for another paper towel, wiping his face clear.
Andre Holmes: Okay. So you didn't just go out there, and challenge Zombie McMorris for the Hardcore Title?
Grayson Pierce: Hardcore title? We’ve got a tag title match in like seconds. You think I’m worried about a title I’ve never even been in the hunt for? Where is this coming from?
Andre pulls out his phone and turns on the WCF App. He pulls up the Gemini Battle segment that had occurred just a few moments earlier. Grayson looks shocked and appalled.
Grayson Pierce: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT!?!?
Andre Holmes: You, ya' Dori short-term having memory dumbass.
Grayson Pierce: Fuck no, it’s not. I’ve been back here the whole night!
Andre Holmes: ...You've been in the bathroom all night, and you're just washing your hands....
*Uncomfortably long pause*
Grayson Pierce: I like to be wet when I come to the ring… that’s a thing right? My hair is wet, my face is wet. It looks bad ass. You should try it.
Holmes looks at Pierce with uncertainty.
Grayson Pierce: Listen… some dude came up to me last week at Fifteen spouting some shit about Gemini Battle. I don’t know who it is but somebody is fucking with me. Trust me bro, we’re partners. We’re friends. I’m going all out against Rabid and Kemp tonight. Those straps are going to be around our waists, I promise you that.
Holmes looks a little more confident but still uncertain.
Andre Holmes: Listen, man. I don’t know much about this Gemini Battle thing you got going on. He sounded like bad news, or you sounded like bad news. Or whatever. But you’ve had my back for some time now. I trust you.
The two men shake hands.
Grayson Pierce: Let’s go kick some ass.
They walk out of the room.
Zach Davis: Welcome to SLAM! Up next, we have a tag team match up!
Gravedigger: Mikey eXtreme will tag with Chance Von Crank.
Freddy Whoa: And.. Vengeance will tag with Tiffany White! This one could get wild.
"I’m Broken” by Pantera plays.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… Weighing in at two hundred and thirty four pounds! He is... THE TRAILER PARK PRODIGY!! Chance…. VON… CRANK!
Chance Von Crank comes through the curtain fast. His rhinestone robe shines under the bright lights. Crank heads down the ramp towards the ring. The Shock N' Rolla strolls to the ring ignoring the boos completely. On the apron, he throws his robe on the steps then begins to taunt the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Crank did make it here tonight. Even his tag team partner had reason for concern.
Gravedigger: He made a deal for his freedom and now he’s here ready to go.
Zach Davis: I can’t stand this man.
The arena is blanketed in darkness as "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains hits the PA system. Lightning crashes into the stage as an American Flag takes over the titantron. Almost instantly, lightning comes crashing into the stage and a red fog fills the arena as Mikey eXtreme, decked out in a King's robe, 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 Mikey's opponent (or the stage where Mikey's opponent will be entering from.)
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… He hails from Brooklyn, NEW YORK! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds! He is YOUR United States Championship! MIIIIIIKKKKKKKEEEEEEYYYYYY eeeeXXXXTRRREME!
Gravedigger: eXtreme doesn’t look impressed what so ever by Chance Von Crank.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey won at Fifteen to retain his United States Championship!
Zach Davis: Here comes, WHITE!
"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… She hails from Las Vegas, NEVADAH! Weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds… TIFFFFANNNNYYY WHITE!!
Freddy Whoa: White left a lucrative career in Poker to become a professional wrestler!
Gravedigger: She has not taken her eyes off of Chance Von Crank since entering the arena.
Zach Davis: Tiffany was about to win, but cVc was led away in handcuffs!
Gravedigger: About to win? Oh no… cVc was clearly going to win.
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 and red lights fill the arena. “The Vengeful one” by disturbed starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring. As he approach 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.
Gravedigger: Vengeance looks like he’s all business tonight. Mikey and Chance are now both taunting Vengeance and Tiffany White.
Freddy Whoa: Who will start this one?
Zach Davis: Looks like White and eXtreme will start this!
The referee calls for the bell. Tiffany and Mikey face each other down after the ding that ignites the match. Chance begins complaining to the referee that he should be the one start this match. eXtreme ignores his partner but then realizes what he’s doing. He has the referee turned towards him as White now has also taken her eye off the ball. Mikey quickly eye rakes her while she is not looking! Tiffany bends slightly then rubs both eyes. eXtreme holds up both arms while Vengeance protests the cheap shot just behind him.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey with the eye rake! Tiffany has had problems with her eyes in previous matchups.
Gravedigger: She looks fine.
Tiffany charges at Mikey after regaining her sight! Xtreme counters quickly with a huge clothesline! White hits the mat in a pile and Mikey begins to stomp down on her.
Zach Davis: The United States Champion continues to punish White here.
Freddy Whoa: She is still close to Vengeance, who is reaching with all he has for a tag!
Crank: Stomp that whore!
Gravedigger: Stop that cVc! That’s our job!
Chance continues to scream at Tiffany as she continues to be stomped around by Mikey. Vengeance slides through the ropes to stop Mikey. The referee rushes him back to his corner, while Mikey irish whips White towards cVc! He winds up then tries to knock off Tiffany’s head with a wicked elbow shot! The referee turns after he feels the ring bounce beneath his feet. Crank acts innocent while Mikey hooks the left leg of Tiffany White!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: KICK OUT by WHITE!
Gravedigger: Crank continues to reach for a tag.
Chance screams for Mikey to tag, who in turn ignores him completely. cVc continues screaming until eXtreme finally looks over at him. White uses the brief distraction to crawl towards The King of Violence. Mikey realizes this too late and watches as White tags in Vengeance! eXtreme changes his mind about tagging in cVc suddenly. He reaches over to tag Chance in but at first cVc avoids the tag. He laughs briefly then tags himself in. Mikey bounces through the ropes onto the apron while Crank bounces out into the ring.
Zach Davis: eXtreme didn’t look impressed when cVc attempted to avoid the tag.
Gravedigger: It’s all mind games with this guy. Vengeance tee’s off!
Vengeance rushes towards cVc at full speed! Chance attempts to get out of the way but is caught by a big boot! The bigger Harley Rhoades easily plows through cVc with his huge right foot. He looks over at Mikey as he begins to hammer Crank in the face. Vengeance continues to stare at Mikey while inflicting pain upon Chance Von Crank!
Freddy Whoa: The Hardcore Messiah is serving a cold dish of pain to cVc at the moment.
Zach Davis: Good! He needs beaten senseless!
Gravedigger: Playing favorites again? Tsk. Tsk.
Vengeance grapples Crank up to his feet. He wraps his large right hand around his throat while using his left hand to hold onto Chance’s back. He lifts Crank high into the air! cVc;s eyes widen as he is slammed on the mat to a roar of cheers! Vengeance nearly chokeslams cVc through the mat! He looks over to see Tiffany, who is wildly reaching to be tagged in!
Zach Davis: Tiffany wants to get ahold of Crank!
Gravedigger: Vengeance is going to tag her in!
Mikey eXtreme reaches out towards Crank. Chance is crawling towards him slowly when White is tagged in. She methodically chases him down. Tiffany gets a hold of one of Crank’s legs but he kicks her off, then turns to lunge towards Mikey!
Freddy Whoa: Crank tags in Mikey!
Mikey comes through the ropes and is immediately caught with a missile drop kick! White nails him right on the chin, sending him to the mat. She piles on top of him for a pin!
Zach Davis: KICK OUT by The United States Champ!
Mikey kicks out almost immediately but is dazed a tad. White gets back to her feet quickly as eXtreme sits up. She begins kicking him in the chest and head, alternating between the two with many precise kicks! The crowd roars as she continues to build momentum. Tiffany then attempts a spinning knee! She misses! Mikey ducks the knee then pushes her down in mid spin. She twirls around and hits the mat directly in front of Vengeance. He reaches out quickly for a tag and gets it!
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Vengeance!
Gravedigger: Mikey and Vengeance are sharing a staredown!
The King of Violence and The King of America share a staredown from across the ring. cVc continues to taunt Tiffany White from across the ring. Vengeance and Mikey charge at each other amongst cheers from the WCF faithful!
Zach Davis: The two big men tie up! Harley obviously has the height and weight advantage.
Gravedigger: He is also the number one contender to Mikey’s United States Championship!
Vengeance uses a big knee during the lockup to emerge victorious in the show of strength between the two. Harley grapples up Mikey, who continues to squirm attempting to get free. Vengeance manipulates his position to end up directly in front of eXtreme. He lifts him up, face to face. only to then drive him into the mat with an impressive belly to belly suplex! The entire ring shakes from the force of the two big men.
Zach Davis: Vengeance continues his offensive assault! He now has grappled Mikey back to his feet and wraps his arms around him once again!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, he’s looking for another suplex!
Gravedigger: One of german descent this time!
The King of Violence german suplexes Mikey over his head! He releases it and eXtreme bounces towards his corner. He reaches up and Chance Von Crank tags in! Chance bounces through the ropes and immediately has to duck a clothesline! He bounces of the ropes to continue his momentum. He carries it back towards Harley then knees Vengeance in back of his own kneecap with a running knee! The King of Violence hits one knee, Crank cradles his head and quickly falls back. The DDT drives Vengeance’s head into the mat with all his weight behind it! Crank goes for a pin!
Zach Davis: KICK OUT BY HARLEY AT ONE!
Chance gets back to his feet and eXtreme smacks his back from behind. Crank watches as Mikey slides through the ropes in complete disgust. Vengeance has not gotten back to his feet but still reaches out for Tiffany White! Chance continues to argue with both the referee and Mikey eXtreme. Crank and eXtreme nearly come to blows as Vengeance tags in White!
Freddy Whoa: White and Vengeance continue to work together while Crank and Mikey have fought over every little detail.
Zach Davis: Now Mikey turns his frustration towards Tiffany!
White hits the mat running! She charges at Mikey, who reaches out with both hands to grab her! He misses! She slides between his legs and pops up directly behind him. This move wows the crowd as she follows up by wrapping both arms around his neck then dropping backwards! Tiffany’s knees stick in the spine of Mikey eXtreme! He falls to the side then White quickly hooks a leg!
Zach Davis: KICK OUT BY MIKEY AT ONE!
Mikey begins to elbow White in the face after he kicks out. She catches a solid elbow then a second! She falls back flat on the mat as Mikey rises up to his feet. Mikey quickly cradles White for a DDT! He hooks a leg but quickly releases it. eXtreme is eyeing the top turnbuckle and forgets about the pin.
Zach Davis: eXtreme wants to take flight!
Gravedigger: That is a big mistake! He should have went for the pin!
Mikey eXtreme hurries to the corner. He climbs up on the middle rope then hoists himself up onto the top turnbuckle. He turns around then lines himself up for a frog splash! Just before he can dive off, Crank tags his ankle!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, What?!
Chance tags himself in, further infuriating Mikey eXtreme. He takes a swing at Chance after he jumps down off the top turnbuckle, Crank ducks it while sliding through the ropes. The referee quickly rushes Mikey to the apron while cVc licks his chops. He watches as Tiffany desperately tries to get back to Vengeance. He takes hold of her foot and drags her towards the corner furthest from Vengeance and eXtreme!
Zach Davis: Crank is licking his chops to get at Tiffany White.
Freddy Whoa: He is the freshest man or woman at this point.
Gravedigger: cVc has Tiffany cradled for a powerbomb now!
The boos rain down on Crank as he hoists up Tiffany. Camera’s flash throughout to capture the powerbomb. Tiffany gets up to the highest point and begins punching Crank with her right balled fist, while holding on tight with her left hand.
Freddy Whoa: What?
Zach Davis: Tiffany is fighting with all she has up there!
Tiffany continues to fight cVc, while he has her hoisted high into the air still. Finally he brings her down quickly with a huge powerbomb! The crowd boos relentlessly as he cradles her up for his signature maneuver! Vengeance begins stomping on the apron to will White on. Crank takes a knee then lays her out across it. The crowd boos as Tiffany is GodBooked! Chance hooks her right leg for a pin!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: TWO!!!
Gravedigger: Broken up BY VENGEANCE!
Vengeance gets through the ropes and breaks up the pin before the referee can hit the mat a third time. The King of Violence then stomps Crank a time or two just for good measure. Mikey eXtreme tries to come through the ropes but the referee cuts him off. Chance uses the ref distraction to low blow Vengeance! The crowd gasps at the violent low blow! The referee turns as Crank just holds his hands up, completely faking his innocent.
Gravedigger: Chance is a master of douchery. He has mastered it.
Zach Davis: Indeed, he has.
The veins in Vengeance’s forehead are exposed after the cheap shot. Chance watches as his bigger opponent begins to come unglued. He rushes towards eXtreme, who jumps off the apron! Chance hits a knee to reach through the ropes towards Mikey! eXtreme points behind Crank, who turns to look. SHINING WIZARD! White knocks Chance out of the ring with the huge shot! Tiffany falls back to the mat after the impressive maneuver, still dazed.
Zach Davis: Crank and Mikey are both on the outside. Chance looks furious with Mikey after he refused to take the tag! Tiffany and Vengeance give chase!
Gravedigger: Vengeance is now looking for revenge!
Freddy Whoa: Crank is back up and now he and Mikey are arguing, nose to nose!
Both Vengeance and White fly out of the ring...
Gravedigger: Both Mikey and Crank sidestep them!
Crank quickly picks Vengeance up and rolls him into the ring, after Vengeance crashes headfirst into the guardrail. Crank pulls him in...
Zach Davis: GodBooked!
Crank drops and pins Vengeance.
Freddy Whoa: Chance von Crank claims a victory!
Zach Davis: But Mikey eXtreme still hasn't beaten Vengeance... and Chance still hasn't beaten Tiffany.
The bell sounds as Chance celebrates.
We cut to the loading dock area as our intrepid reporter Hank Brown catches up with the man who took out Torture earlier this evening...
Hank Brown: Excuse me, why... Why did you attack Doc, Bonnie, and now Torture?
The man turns suddenly and grabs Hank's hand holding the mic, gripping it tight. Hank cowers as the man leans in close.
Attacker: Why not?
Hank Brown: But your actions? What are you trying to accomplish?
Attacker: Look, you pussy, I came to the WCF because this is where the best, and most violent wrestlers are. That's all. I'm not one for plans. Those are for posers who are trying to validate their own toughness with a legacy, a career to be proud of. These planners, these posers are nothing but wanna be tough guys. You wanna know who is the toughest around? Well I did when I was a kid, and I figured 300... 300 fights, win or lose would solidify a man as a legitimate made tough guy. I'd seen all these men in my neighborhood walking around with scars upon scars on their knuckles and faces and I knew right away these were the tough guys. Men who the number of fights didn't matter, walking away with covered in another's blood did. Well on my first night I saw an opportunity to make an impact on a quitter. That didn't happen, so I went out to really get attention, and beat down a woman. Surely that would have gotten the higher ups who book to notice me, but to no avail, even after I gave her a courtesy breast cancer exam. I am a caring guy after all...
Hank Brown: You viciously assaulted Bonnie, and slapped her across her chest. How is that checking for cancer?
Attacker: Didn't you see them jiggle, obviously no lumps there... Even my generosity there wasn't enough, those booking here didn't notice Warbird at all, so I remembered back to my formative years. If you want to be taken seriously, walk into the prison yard and find the biggest, baddest, mother fucker and take him out. But you don't just take him out, you make sure everyone see's it.
Warbird suddenly kicks Hank in the gut...
... Before violently hitting a Facebreaker DDT...
Warbird: Who's the Biatch now?!?
The scene fades out.
The arena is at a dull roar in anticipation of the next match. Their #BeavlieveInBeachKrew, #BeachWorldOrder, and #RIPBrOblivion signs are out in full effect. Also, their #FamilySticksTogether and #HeGonnaDagYou signs as well.
Zach Davis: Sunday Night Slam is drawing near a close, but the action hasn't slowed down one bit!
Gravedigger: Absolutely not! They love it and I love it Zaggry!
Freddy Whoa: And our next match is going to be just as hot...
Zach Davis: It will be a bloodbath if anything. These two clearly despise each other.
Gravedigger: I was talking backstage with Wade earlier...he actually nothings Dag Riddik. He secured this match at the behest of Jared Holmes, who made his return earlier tonight at the expense of poor Spencer Adams.
Zach Davis: That was sick what...
The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back - and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 280 lbs….WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides his guitar in, and then slides in himself, slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He removes his straw hat and hands his effects to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. He starts stretching out the ropes and pacing the ring as he awaits the start of the match.
Zach Davis: Wade looks like he's on a highly focused warpath here tonight.
Gravedigger: Dag Riddik has a big mouth, and Wade wants to shut it for him.
Freddy Whoa: And after his loss at Fifteen, he has to be looking to regain some momentum.
Gravedigger: Of course he is! That's the name of the game! The nature of the beast! To say someone like Wade isn't highly concentrated on regaining thr World Championship would be an imbecilic move.
"Aenima" by Tool hits the P.A. as the titantron plays training clips mixed with images representing his anti-liberal values. He casually walks out, cracks his neck, smirks, and walks to the ring with his arms out taunting the audience.
Gravedigger: I hate that smug idiot. Almost makes me want to jump in the ring and give him a beatdown myself.
Zach Davis: Slow down Digger! You must be pretty banged up from that Final Destination match!
Gravedigger: I can still take him! I'm a god damn legend, I tell ya!
Freddy Whoa: Dag's in the ring now...and these two are staring fire at each other.
Wade smiles as Dag takes his spot in the corner. The ref calls for the bell and the match is on. Dag rushes Wade, hitting him with two chop blocks and a tirade of leg kicks! Wade bounds away and turns to face Dag with a smile on his face. Dag grabs Wade around the hips, locking him in place, but Wade drops an elbow on top of Dag's head and turns around. Dag bounds off the ropes and comes back directly into a series of elbows to the face.
Zach Davis: Wade's moves may not be pretty, but they're brutally effective! He's got Dag locked up now!
Wade lifts Dag up with a pumphandle backbreaker and keeps the hold locked in, pushing down on Dag's throat and midsection. He lifts him back up and throws him with a fallaway slam! Dag slides out of the ring to recoup as the crowd astonishingly cheers for Wade.
Zach Davis: What the hell is happening right now?!
Gravedigger: Dag Riddik is a punk who needs to be put in his place! The crowd loves it Zaggry!
Wade motions for Dag to make his way back in to the ring, allowing him plenty of room to do so! Dag slides back in, but plays it a little more on the defensive side. They close the distance between each other and lock hands for a test of strength. As Wade has Dag buckling, Dag lifts his leg up and nails Wade directly in the gut. He folds his hands around Wade's neck and brings a solid knee shot up into The Leviathan's face. Wade bounds back, and Dag uses the forward momentum to put a little hurt on Wade. Multiple knee strikes saddle the big man into the corner, which Dag uses to gain sone leverage for a northern lights suplex. Wade's leg hooks the turnbuckle though, causing Dag to throw himself away from the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Wade showing great ring presence with that one.
Freddy Whoa: That couldn't have gone any smoother for the former World Champion.
Wade charges Dag with a heavy lariat, but varely misses him by the tip of his cranium. Dag jumps to the turnbuckle and springs off with an enziguiri, knocking Wade to the mat with the honed kick. Dag rolls over and hooks Wade's leg for the three count.
Zach Davis: Early shoulder up by Wade and this match continues!
Freddy Whoa: Riddik is going to have to try harder than that to take out this monolith. He was a World Champion for a reason, and Dag is going to learn that the hard way.
Wade rolls away and climbs to his feet as Dag charges him with a flying forearm, but Wade ducks, sending Dag flying into the ropes. Before Dag can bound away, Wade pulls the ropes backwards, sending Dag down hard to the mat. As Dag gets to his feet, Wade bounds off the ropes and takes Riddik down with a mean crossbody, causing Dag to do a disgusting flip and hit the mat! Wade bounds off the ropes yet again and comes back to drop on Dag with a pulverizing elbow drop, keeping the position for a pinfall.
Freddy Whoa: He got the Dag gum shoulder up!
Zach Davis: Dag might be feeling the effects of that elbow drop for weeks to come!
Gravedigger: Wade already back on the offensive!
Wade pulls Dag to his feet and drags him to the center of the ring. He lifts Dag with a stalling suplex and throws him to the mat with a crushing force! Dag hits the mat hard and rolls out of the ring once again.
Zach Davis: Wade is a commanding presence in the ring. Dag made the mistake of taking his moveset lightly and he's paying the price.
Gravedigger: Part of me thinks these moves aren't planned. He just kind of makes them up on the spot...and that's deadly. You never know what he's going to hit you with next!
Dag starts cruising outside the ring as the audience jeers him for running.
Wade rolls out behind him and comes up on him with a lariat...but Dag, being the slippery snake that he is, evades the move causing Wade's arm to wrap around the ring post with a thunk.
Wade holds his arm as Dag shoves him face first into the post and busts his head open. Blood seeps down Wade's face as he falls to a knee, barely able to keep himself steady. Dag pulls Wade's hair and bounces his head off the ring apron as the ref calls for them to get back in the ring.
Wade pulls himself up using the apron as Dag come flying at him with a knee strike...but Wade dips and raises the ring apron up, tripping Dag. As he falls forward, Wade plants that elusive lariat into his throat and tosses him back into the ring, sliding in after him and covering him for the pin.
Zach Davis: Dag with the shoulder up. These two men are absolutely trying to bloody and bruise each other.
Gravedigger: Wade's fighting with a split wig! That gash is the size of Memphis!
Wade's blood drips to the mat as the referee tries to check on him, but Wade shoves him away. He lifts Dag up, who catches Wade with an uppercut and an elbow, causing blood to spurt from the open wound on Wade's noggin. He whips Wade into the turnbuckle and chases after him with a plancha splash...but Wade catches him on the guard. He hits him with a stun gun on the ropes and Dag hits the mat. Wade points at the turnbuckle amd the crowd starts to heat up as Wade ascends it.
Zach Davis: What the hell is he doing?! Is he going high risk maneuver?
Freddy Whoa: Don't do it Wade! Think about your health man!
Gravedigger: He doesn't care! He's ready to put this match to bed!
Wade gets to the top of the turnbuckle, but a recovering Dag meets him. He steps onto the second buckle and starts duking it out with Wade! They blast each other with hard rights and lefts, but Dag sweeps Wade's leg, causing "Lil Wade" to jam right into the top ring post. He pushes Wade backwards and he spills to the floor below to a loud gasp from the crowd. Jim Thuggin rushed to Wade's side to check on him, calling for a time out!
Zach Davis: There's no such thing as a time out in a wrestling match!
Freddy Whoa: Wade needs to answer that ten count or else he's done!
Wade starts to stumble to his feet as the ref begins the count, Dag smirking cockily to himself inside the ring, hands on his hips.
Wade starts to stir...
Wade to his knees...
Jim Thuggin leaps on the apron and calls to the referee. The referee rushes over...just as Dag shoulder tackles Jim Thuggin! Jim flies across the mat and hits the announce table, falling limp to the ground below. The rebound knocks the ref down, and during the distraction, Wade nails Dag directly in the head with the guitar to a loud “OOH!” from the crowd. Dag falls backwards, his head a bloody mess, wood shards sticking out of his noggin. He hits the mat as Wade falls back to knee. He crawls towards Jim Thuggin to check on him. Wade's face transforms to one of anger. He gets back to his feet and slides in the ring just as Dag pulls himself up using the ropes.
Zach Davis: Wade's in a different place now. Dag doesn't know what he's defending against!
Wade charges Dag and throws him with a gutwrench suplex. He keeps the hold locked in and lifts him up again for a second gutwrench! Dag hits the mat hard as Wade nails Dag with another gutwrench...but Dag percieves it and hits Wade in the head with a kick! Wade drops Dag, who lands on his knee. He shakes off the pain and climbs to his feet.
Zach Davis: He's going for it!
Freddy Whoa: BORDER HOPPER!!!
Gravedigger: Wade saw it! He connects with the Poseidon Punch!...which is different from the Broseidon Punch, obviously!
Dag hits the mat...but Wade isn't done with him. He lifts him to his feet, hooks his arms.
Zach Davis: UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!! HE NAILS IT!
Wade flips Dag over, keeping the leg hooked for the pinfall, just as the ref comes to!
Zach Davis: It's over! Wade puts Dag Riddik away, and he's one step closer to regaining that World Championship!
Freddy Whoa: One step at a time, Zach! Gravedigger...are you crying?
Gravedigger: It's...it's just beautiful, you guys. #ShiaClap
Wade rolls out of the ring, leaving Dag laying in the middle of it.
Gravedigger: So, what do we have next?
Zach Davis: Actually, I think we’re scheduled for a new wrestler debut before the next match.
Freddy Whoa: A new wrestler debuting on Slam? That’s not in my notes. Who is it?
Zach Davis: Well, it looks like his name is, wait, I can’t find it. Let me see..
The lights shut off. The crowd begins to murmur in excitement.
The jumbo screen illuminates with a phrase.
“The Wrestler You’ve Been Waiting For”
The screen switches to a blue spiraling graphic. It looks like water going down a drain. The screen switches back to text.
“Out with the old, in with the new”
A pattern of white and red lights begin to flash around the stage area, almost like warning or hazard lights. The screen displays another phrase.
The screen then abruptly shuts off. The lights are slowly raised. A figure is seen on the stage, his back facing the crowd. With the lights now back to normal the man swings around and…
Gravedigger: OH FUCKING CHRIST! REALLY!?
Zach Davis: Oh, there we go. It says right here is name is….Jon F. Lye. He was born in New York City and grew up homeless and…oh wait, I get it.
The man on the stage looks identical to Jonny Fly. Only, he’s taken his suit jacket off from his previous appearance and slapped on a pair of thick rimmed glasses. He smiling from ear to ear. He waves out at the crowd as he hurriedly walks down the ramp to ringside and enters the ring. With a microphone in hand, he begins.
Lye: Hello great wrestling fans! My name is Jon F. Lye. I am here to announce that I have signed my first professional wrestling contract with WCF! You guys will get to see me every week! Isn’t that exciting?
Gravedigger: This is bullshit. You can’t just become a different person. That’s clearly Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: Yes, but it sounds nothing like him. This person is…happy. He sounds like a little kid who just got to third base for the first time. It’s really weird.
Lye: I’m so happy that I’ve been given this chance to prove myself against some of the top wrestlers in the world. Hey, maybe one day I’ll even get to be one of those guys! I’ll have to work hard and prove myself, but I really think I’m up for the task. Here’s a little bit about me, I’ve never, ever, ever wrestled before. Seriously, never. My favorite snack food is…
Gravedigger: Wait for it…
Lye: …Teddy Grahams.
Gravedigger: Wait, what did he just say?
Zach Davis: Kind of makes you think it’s not Fly, right?
Lye: I really love people. I just like to talk to them, learn about them, and hear them tell stories. Nothing makes me happier than when I get to listen to people talk about themselves. My friends call me a social butterfly, but I prefer the title social koala bear. Because everyone loves koala bears, right? My ultimate goal with my wrestling career is to become World Champion, obvously. I mean can you imagine? Me? Champion of the World? I just get so damn excited talking about it. I can’t wait for my first match, which I expect will be next week and…
“Master of Puppets” plays over the loudspeaker.
Gravedigger: Finally, maybe we can some order restored here.
Freddy Whoa: I’m going to be honest, I’m really confused about the hell is going on here.
Seth Lerch walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.
Seth Lerch: Jonny, what the hell are you doing?
F. Lye looks confused. He cocks his head to the side before answering.
Lye: You mean Jon?
Seth Lerch: No, I know damn well who you are. Man, I loved you for like…a couple months. Now look what’s become of you. This is embarrassing.
Lye: I’m sorry, I know you’re the boss around here, but I’m not sure we’ve met before. Maybe that’s the reason for this confusion. My name is Jon. F. Lye. I’m a brand new wrestler. One of your scouts just signed me on Monday. I’m really eager to get my career started with you Mr. Lerch!
Seth shakes his head furiously.
Seth Lerch: No, no, no. Stop this shit right now. You can’t just slap on a pair of glasses and think you can fool everyone. We all know who you are. You signed a contract that if you lost to Corey Black you would no longer be allowed to compete in WCF. I have to hold you to that contract, as unfortunate as it may be. I’m sorry. You have to leave.
Lye: …but, I didn’t face Corey Black.
Seth Lerch: YES YOU DID!
Lye: I’m pretty sure I would have remembered if I’d faced like the best wrestler ever.
Seth Lerch: I don’t care what you’re calling yourself, you’re not wrestling. You’re fired. GET OUT OF MY RING RIGHT NOW! YOU’RE NEVER WRESTLING HERE AGAIN! THAT’S FINAL!
Lye: I just want you to know that you’re being very rude right now, Mr. Lerch. There’s no need to yell. Let’s just talk about this and I think we can clear up any…
Seth Lerch: GOD DAMMIT YOU’RE FIRED! AGAIN! NOW GO!
Jon F. Lye slumps his shoulders in disappointment. You can almost hear the crowd groan in despair with him. The sad figure of Jonny Fly’s made up alter ego slowly lowers his head and begins to exit the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Worst. Debut. Ever.
Zach Davis: I’m not sure I’d call that a debut. Whatever the hell that was, I have a suspicion this isn’t the last we’ve heard of Jonny Fly after all.
The show comes back from break and in the ring a red mat has been laid out. A podium stands facing the hard camera with the Core Institute emblem on it. Two teleprompters are in the two corners that in front of the podium. Behind the podium is a riser with two mahogany chairs on it. On either side of the rise are three rows of steel chairs.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, our production staff set up some kind of ceremony in our ring during the break. Hold on. I’m being told in my ear piece that… Headmaster Bernard Core will be delivering a…
Zach Davis sighs.
Zach Davis: ...State of the Union address. Now he thinks he’s the president.
Gravedigger: He’d have my vote if he were running.
Zach Davis: Yours is one endorsement I wouldn’t want.
A bunch of men and women in suits walk out and form two lines going down the length of the ramp, each line facing the other.
Zach Davis: Who are these people?
Gravedigger: Oh, you know, various dignitaries, ambassadors, politicians, heads of state…
Zach Davis: Really? All of these “important” people having nothing better to do than come onto Slam to listen to a speech by Bernard Core. I don’t even recognize any of them.
Gravedigger: Maybe you should start reading the New York Times.
Zach Davis: Or maybe they’re all paid actors.
Gravedigger: How dare you besmirch the integrity of the Headmaster!
Zach Davis: Trust me, he’s besmirched it many times over.
“SO SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF!”
Dean Wolf walks out to the ring in a suit. He shakes hands with the dignitaries on the ramp while he makes his way down to the ring. Upon entering the ring, he stands in front of the mahogany chair to the left of the podium.
“Master of Puppets” plays next. Seth Lerch walks out to the ring, also wearing a suit. He shakes hands with the dignitaries as well. He enters the ring and stands in front of the mahogany chair to the right of the podium.
Freddy Whoa: Seth Lerch is out here for this?
Gravedigger: What, you don't expect the owner of the promotion to be out here for the momentous occasion?
Kyle Steel walks out from behind the curtain holding his microphone. He stands at the top of the ramp, facing the ring.
Kyle Steel: Dean Wolf, Mr. Lerch, the Headmaster of the Core Institute!
“Wing Fortress Zone” plays over the loudspeakers. The men and women on the ramp cheer and applaud the Headmaster, but it’s drowned out by the “boos” of the crowd. Headmaster Bernard Core comes out and stands at the top of the ramp, scanning the crowd as he usually does. He is wearing a suit and a bandage over his forehead covering the wound sustained by Mikey eXtreme’s kendo stick at Fifteen. He heads towards the ring, shaking hands with each man and woman. The entrance lasts for several minutes.
Zach Davis: How long is this going to take? We are on a schedule here.
Gravedigger: We are witnessing history and you want to worry about time?
Zach Davis: Tell me, Gravedigger, when did you start drinking Core’s Kool-Aid?
Freddy Whoa: More like Core-Aid!
Zach Davis: Good one!
Zach and Freddie high-five. Gravedigger stares at the other two.
Core finally enters the ring followed by the dignitaries. He shakes Seth’s hand, followed by Wolf’s. He steps up to the podium and the music stops. Seth, Wolf, and the dignitaries take their seats. The camera gets a shot of Core’s wife, Claudette Cornelius, and his son Jeffrey Cornelius, sitting in the front row looking miserable. Jeffrey is still wearing the brace around his neck.
Gravedigger: It’s good to see Jeffrey back here after he was taken out by Mikey eXtreme and Freakshow two weeks ago. And Mrs. Cornelius looks stunning!
Zach Davis: Yeah, and she looks real happy to be here, too.
The crowd continues to “boo.” Core waits patiently for the crowd to quiet down. When they do, he looks at the teleprompter and begins his speech.
Bernard Core: Mr. Lerch, Dean Wolf, distinguished guests, and my fellow Americans, I am here tonight to regretfully report to you that the state of our union is…WEAK.
Zach Davis: Wow, he just came right out and said it.
Bernard Core: Last week, I fell victim to a kendo stick attack, a superkick, an elbow drop, and a triangle choke, all of which led to my demise in the Two Out of Three Falls All American Weapons Match. My opponent, a demagogue who treats the American flag like a dishrag, walked out of Philadelphia with the Championship of the United States, while yours truly walked out with a stab wound on his forehead and a concussion.
Crowd: MI-KEY EX-TREME! :clap-clap-clap clap clap: MI-KEY EX-TREME! :clap-clap-clap clap clap:
Bernard Core looks perturbed by the fans’ interruption.
Bernard Core: Thank you, I know who beat me.
He looks back at the teleprompter.
Bernard Core: The city where America was born ended up being the city where it also died. America: July 4, 1776 to January 31, 2016.
Crowd: SHUT THE FUCK UP! :clap-clap-clap clap clap: SHUT THE FUCK UP! :clap-clap-clap clap clap:
Bernard Core: I would appreciate some sense of decorum, please.
Bernard Core: As Mikey eXtreme predicted, we are now living in the age of Mikey’s America. The Darkness has officially fallen over our country. Don’t believe me? The evidence is abundant. In the last seven days, our country’s debt has gone past $19 trillion. We still rank fourteenth in education but second in ignorance. We still rank twenty-fourth in the world in literacy. Our unemployment rate has dropped to under 5% for the first time in eight years, but with me as your champion, it would have dropped down to below 4%!
Crowd: BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!
Bernard Core: There are very important people in this ring right now! How about acting mature for a change instead of embarrassing yourselves and me!
He looks back at his teleprompter.
Bernard Core: When I joined the WCF three months ago, I did so with the intention of inspiring all of you to be better. I failed to be your inspiration last Sunday, but I promise, whether I have to beat Mikey eXtreme or Vengeance or any other man in the locker room, I WILL be the Champion of the United States. I WILL be your inspiration. I WILL be your savior. All you have to do is trust me and believe that I know what’s best for you and America.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Bernard Core tries to keep it together, but he loses his cool and starts going off script.
Bernard Core: SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
Bernard Core: Do you people even know what it’s like to strive for something that you’ve coveted more than anything else in your life? No, you don’t, because you people are mediocre, slacker losers who have no goals or ambitions. Your idea of an accomplishment is being able to get an upgrade on your cable package. I have real accomplishments! I have real goals! But the one goal I had above all others slipped through my fingers like the Tennessee Titans when they came up one yard short of winning Super Bowl XXXIV.
Bernard Core: But you know who really suffered from my loss? You.
He begins pointing to members of the crowd.
Bernard Core: And you. And you. And you, and you, and you. All of you suffered from my loss because now you may never know what it’s like to have me as your champion. You would have been proud! Can you imagine being proud to be an American again? When was the last time you were proud of being an American? When was the last time you were proud of being…yourself? It certainly hasn’t been since Mikey eXtreme held the Championship of the United States. How could you like yourself when you’ve been complicit in the reign of terror that is Mikey eXtreme’s championship tenure?
If you people really cared, if you people were really Americans, you would have called the headquarters of the Wrestling Championship Federation and demanded that Mikey eXtreme be STRIPPED of the Championship of the United States! You would have protested in front of EVERY arena where Mikey eXtreme wrestled! You would have boycotted Mikey eXtreme merchandise! And most importantly, you would have supported me in my holy pursuit of the Championship of the United States. You would have chanted “CORE, CORE, CORE!” You would have dropped down to your knees, clutched my legs, and begged me to strike down the evil villain known as Mikey eXtreme! You would have showered me with palms like Jesus when he entered Nazareth, but instead, you people treated me like I was Jesus on the day that he died.
You BETRAYED me! You ENCOURAGED the maiming that I suffered at the hands of Mikey eXtreme! When I was being stabbed in the head with the jagged edge of a bamboo stick, you all acted shocked, but in your heart of hearts, you people were CHEERING my pain! You people wanted MORE, more of my blood! You screamed “MORE, MORE” like the people screamed “CRUCIFY HIM, CRUCIFY HIM” when they wanted Jesus executed. And just like Jesus, who had to carry a cross up Calvary while being beaten and spit on, I climbed my own Calvary, bearing a cross for all you people while I was stabbed and smacked repeatedly with a kendo stick. When Mikey eXtreme locked me in the triangle choke and I only had a few precious moments of life left in me, that was my crucifixion. And while I was fading, and the referee’s voice was getting dimmer and dimmer, and my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, I spoke to God on your behalf and said “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” And then I died. I died in this ring for your sins. I died trying to make this country better after you people mucked it up so badly for so long.
Well, trust me, there WILL be a resurrection! It may take longer than three days, but there will be a resurrection. The only difference is that when I resurrect, there will be no forgiveness on my part.
You see, Jesus was a FOOL! He died for your sins, your gluttony, your lust, your avarice, your pride, your laziness, your envy, and your wrath. What good did it do him? You people are too lazy to find a job, consuming tons of calories while sitting on your couches doing nothing. You desire material goods that devalue over time. You walk around with a false sense of dignity, refusing to hear that you are not as smart and talented as you think you are! If Jesus were walking among you today, he’d say to himself “I died for this? I was humiliated and suffered for this???”
Zach Davis: We’re in the Bible Belt. I don’t think this is the right place to blaspheme Jesus Christ.
Freddy Whoa: Dr. Core’s gone off the deep end.
Bernard Core: I’m not going to let myself be disappointed. I’m not going to forgive you for BETRAYING me, only to turn around and see that my loss to Mikey was in vain. I’m not going to be the savior anymore. I’m going back to the Old Testament! I’m going to be like the God of Exodus, who was spiteful, vengeful, and angered that the Egyptians were enslaving his people. Except this time, you people are the enslavers and America is the enslaved! She’s a slave to your ignorance! And just like God sent his angel of death to kill the first born of every household, I’m going to send my own angel of death to exact revenge on those who supported my destruction at the hands of Mikey eXtreme! And he’s going to start with…
He scans the crowd and spots a young man in the front row wearing a Mikey eXtreme t-shirt. Core points at the fan.
The fan looks around and then turns to Core and points at himself.
Core looks back at Wolf and nods his head once.
Wolf bolts out of the ring, pulls the fan over the guard rail, and throws him into the ring, where he begins punching the man repeatedly in the face. Some of the male dignitaries try to pull Wolf off of him, but Wolf fights them off. He then folds up one of the steel chairs, yells “COMPLY OR DIE” at the fan, and begins smashing him with it.
Zach Davis: My god, what is he doing?! Security’s gotta get out here! Somebody! Anybody! Wolf is killing this damn kid! This poor kid’s not a wrestler! He doesn’t know how to defend himself! He’s just an innocent fan!
Gravedigger: Innocent?! He’s wearing a Mikey eXtreme shirt! He’s practically goading the Headmaster!
Zach Davis: Are you kidding me?! He’s wearing a t-shirt! Is freedom of expression not something that Bernard Core values in this country any longer?!
Core looks on at the scene in quiet amusement. He tranquilly sits in Wolf’s chair, admiring the beating like one admires a beautiful sunset. Seth, seeing a lawsuit unfolding right before his very eyes, implores Core to stop Wolf. Core ignores Seth and begins laughing as he observes Wolf’s handiwork. Seth stares at Core in horrified bewilderment.
Finally, WCF officials come down and try to stop Wolf. Some of them even try to pull him off the fan but to no avail. Finally, Core stands up slowly, walks over to Wolf, and puts a hand on his shoulder. Wolf stops immediately with his fist cocked, never looking up at Core. He stands up and straightens himself out, fixing his tie and his jacket. The two begin to walk out of the ring, but Core stops at the microphone one last time.
Bernard Core: The State of the Union may be weak, but the State of the Core Institute is very, very strong.
The camera finds Claudette and Jeffrey Cornelius hiding their faces in disgust as they walk away from their front row seats.
Core and Wolf walk up the ramp. Medics run by them with a stretcher to attend to the bloodied fan lying motionless in the ring. Before going through the curtain, Core and Wolf turn around one last time to see the aftermath of Wolf’s destruction. Core pats him on the shoulder, and the two walk into the back.
fter a series of matches, and segments, the fans in Memphis are awaiting for one of the most awaited matches live on Slam tonight. It’s none other than the most trending match on Twitter after Dag Riddik versus Wade Moor. The WCF Tag Team Championships are on the line featuring none other than than the Tag Champions themselves, Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp, against Grayson Pierce, and Andre Holmes of Rebellution. Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring with the microphone raised up to his mouth after the ring bell keeper signals everyone’s attention.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen. This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the World Championship Federation Tag Team Championships!
“Better Than You” by Sam Adams is the one of four theme songs to play off the surround systems in the arena, and already the crowd are against the dignified talent. Kyle Kemp is the first to walk out from the waiting area of the backstage with the series of golden colored lights flashing itself crazily around the audience. He’s normally wearing his white basketball shorts, and shoes sponsored by the popular Nike company. In addition with the black tank top he has on, he stops himself on the stage to cross his arms while smirking at the crowd with one of the Tag Team Championship belts drooping down in his right hand.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first! From Chicago, Illinois. At six feet four, weighing in at 210 pounds. He is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, representing #BeachKrew. Kyle Kemp!
He walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans who so desperately are trying to touch him. Reaching the apron, he hops onto it, and spins around to lean back against the ropes. Showing off his championship gold while removing his tank top.
Gravedigger: Today will be another victory for #BeachKrew. I’m sorry but if you really think Rebellution is going to win, you’re a bunch of idiots.
Freddy Whoa: And why should we think that?
Gravedigger: Andre Holmes is suspended by K.L Henson, there’s no way he’s going to show up. Grayson just lost to Joey Flash at Fifteen, and he becomes Gemini Battle who challenges for the Hardcore Title? They clearly are not in their minds.
While Kyle is standing in his own corner warming up for the match, the introductory guitar riffs of “Death Breath” by Bring Me The Horizon split apart the sound system as the song begins. Fireworks emerge in rotation around the large titantron, and as the smoke clears, Johnny Rabid spins out from the smoke with his arms outstretched showing off his Tag Championship belt around his waist, and screams out in glory to the fans. He walks down unhooking the belt from around his black PVC wrestling tights all graphically designed with his last name in the colored mix of both red, black and grey.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his partner! From London, England. At six feet two inches tall, weighing in at 226 pounds. He is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, representing the #BeachKrew. Johnny Rabid!
Johnny stands on top of the second rope in the corner of Kyle Kemp, and both of them show off their Tag Team Championships by raising them up high.
Zach Davis: This has been the most anticipated match of the night. The WCF Tag Team Championships are on the line. #BeachKrew against Rebellution.
Freddy Whoa: This also has potential to be match of the night but I’m so looking forward to is winning this. Johnny Rabid is pissed about the Final Destination after being screwed by Seth, and Logan.
While Rabid, and Kemp are warming up. They are also discussing a quick game plan for their upcoming battle. “Falling Higher” by Halloween puts up a volume of applause from the audience, and Grayson Pierce walks out from the back dressed in denim pants, and regular boots with the Rebellution shirt in black, and red. He walks down to the ring, focused on his opponents who want nothing more than to tear him down tonight.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their challengers! First, from Centereach, New York. At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is represent Rebellution, Grayson Pierce!
Pierce slides under the bottom rope, and stands up in the center of the ring meeting face to face with both the champions. The referee separates them, and the tension is growing thicker, and thicker.
Gravedigger: Grayson getting in the face of the champions. If you watched their exclusives, it was a bunch of words thrown at each other. Especially Kyle to Grayson.
Zach Davis: Expect a lot of nasty things to happen in this match.
Suddenly, the opening guitar riffs of “Relentless” by New Years Day make the crowd also stand out of their seats. Grayson smirks that Andre made the decision to show up despite his own suspension from K.L Henson. The song begins, and even the champions are baffled he’s even deciding to show up.
Freddy Whoa: Andre really is showing up to compete after being suspended? Talk about having balls!
Gravedigger: Where is he?
The music fades, and Andre still hasn’t come out yet. The referee, and Kyle looks confused so maybe an introduction will solve the problem.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his partner! From Houston, Texas. At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. Also representing Rebellution, “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
His music begins once again, and seconds pass by until no one comes out. Grayson is confused as he just saw Andre backstage, and the champions are laughing until the titantron displays something happening backstage in the hallway.
Zach Davis: We’re having an issue backstage. It seems Andre Holmes is dealing with security.
Andre is blockaded by a bunch of security guards who stand their ground as he is fully dressed to compete. Some of them are telling him to calm down before he is escorted out. Andre is completely furious, and wants literally rip them all apart limb from limb.
Andre Holmes: Get out of my way!
Security Guard: We have strict orders to keep you from competing.
Andre Holmes: Under whose orders?
Security Guard: K.L Henson.
The cameras pan back to the audience, and K.L Henson sitting down at front row seats to the match laughing his ass off at the comedic situation he placed Andre in. However, Andre quickly just fires elbows into multiple security guards to barge through but is detained in the numbers game, and dragged out to a vehicle where he is going to be escorted from the building. He kicks, punches but it’s no hope. The feed ends, and the referee has no choice but to begin the match as he’s already shown off the belts to the audience before giving it to the ringside crew. Kyle has already left the ring, and Grayson took off his shirt, pissed at K.L for screwing things up.
Gravedigger: See, I told you guys. The champs retain because K.L is doing what is best for business. Andre is psychologically messed up.
Freddy Whoa: Oh shut up! You know damn well that K.L is an abusive staff member, and Andre was doing the right thing standing up to it.
Ding Ding Ding!
Grayson, and Kyle are circling the ring. Johnny is on the apron, keenly watching the match. Enough suspense, they both lock up with each other. Kyle might be three inches taller but Grayson is still heavier the opponent. He uses his technical skills to slowly but surely push Kyle back into his own corner, and the referee counts to stop the break up. At the count of four, Grayson backs up. Kyle goes a mere cheap shot but he ducks under it, and snags Kyle in the face with a quick forearm into his cheek. While he backs up, Kemp pretty much didn’t enjoy being out shown by one of the mos technical wrestlers. They both go back into the center of the ring, and lock up again.
Freddy Whoa: So far, Grayson has been getting the one up on Kyle. He tried to go for a quick strike but Grayson saw it coming, and countered it pretty easily.
Zach Davis: It’s anyone’s game right now. Pretty much this is the start so expect the feeling out process to be very tight in this grappling exchange.
Kyle takes the right arm of Grayson, and wrenches it over his head. The torquing of his wrist while standing at his opponent’s side leaves him bent, and Grayson can only whimper while his wrist is being forced to bend in the wrong direction. Being quick on his feet, he quickly spun around behind Kyle to take his right arm in a Hammerlock. Having the dominant position, he was able to control Kyle in this hold. Unfortunately, Kyle used his taller build to switch off from the Hammerlock, and whip Grayson into the ropes. After rebounding, he came back to shoulder barge Kyle straight down into the canvas again. Thinking rapidly, Grayson ran to the ropes at the side, and rebounded while Kyle turned over onto his chest to trip him. This only made Grayson hop over while he got caught up, and off the rebound, Grayson floored Kyle again with a Drop kick into his chest.
Gravedigger: Beautiful Drop kick by Grayson, and Kyle is on the mat. Damn, he frustrated like hell.
You can say that again. Kyle gets back up, and falls into his corner where he’s cursing the hell out of his mind. Johnny assures that everything is okay. After all, it’s two against one. Kyle tags him in, and Johnny enters into the ring confident that he can match the technicality of Grayson. So the two circle the ring once more, trying to get that mental edge over the other. They lock up again, and Johnny takes him by the arm to torque down on that wrist. Grayson tries to reach for the other arm but his opponent transitions into a Side Headlock before sweeping him over onto the mat applying the hold still. The referee is asking what is of Grayson but he denies that he’s gonna tap out so early. Johnny is still holding that Side Headlock in place.
Zach Davis: Johnny locking in the Side Headlock on the mat, and Grayson is struggling to find a way out. If he doesn’t, he may tap out soon.
Grayson reels his legs around the neck of Johnny, and pulls him into a Scissors choke. He turns on his right to crank down the pressure of getting all the air from out of his lungs. Johnny quickly reacts by spinning his body around to stand on his knees before popping his head out, and dropping forward with his feet out for a Basement Dropkick but nothing happens as he hits air which gives Grayson the opportunity for a quick pinfall attempt.
Johnny quickly gets back up, and Grayson meets him already there to shoot his body behind him with his arm caught in between his legs to roll Johnny up on his shoulders again.
He kicks out so Johnny rolls backwards onto his knees to spring himself forward with his back pinning down the chest of Grayson.
Suddenly, they both shoot up at the same time with Grayson twisting their bodies around before slinging him over his back to pin down his shoulders in a Backslide variation.
Johnny rolls backwards onto his feet, and Grayson kips up for both men to look each other in the eyes after reaching a stalemate.
Gravedigger: It’s a stalemate. A back, and forth battle between who is the more technical wrestler. Johnny is one of the most technical in the ring, and so is Grayson.
Freddy Whoa: We are going to be in stored for a bunch of reversals.
Right. Grayson is lucky to get a few forearm shots into the cheek of Johnny before being knee’d in the gut by him that forces him to bend over. Johnny quickly runs to the ropes, and rebounds only to be thrown into the air, and over his head to land in the center of the ring back first with a Back Body Drop. He sees a downed man, and runs back behind him but Kyle kicks him down the back the moment he touches the rope. Upset by the quick interference, he forearms him off the apron which allows Johnny to captive on Dropkicking him in the back to spring him chest first into the turnbuckles. Once hitting the buckles chest first, Kyle gets up, and the tag is made.
Zach Davis: Oh yeah, this is where the numbers game is going to come in. Andre Holmes has been escorted by security, and now Grayson is all alone to fend for himself.
Johnny pulls onto the arm of Grayson, and launches him into Kyle who floors him down with a vicious clothesline. Just when you thought it wasn’t enough, Kyle augments Johnny’s height by using his body as a leap frog for Johnny to leg drop Grayson’s neck. Kyle gets the pin while Johnny ends back up on the apron his corner.
He kicks out at two, and Kyle argues with the referee. He wasn’t pleased to know why the hell he didn’t count three but you gotta do what you gotta do. Kyle picked him up again, and dragged him into the corner where another tag was made. Back, and forth they delivered multiple kicks into the stomach that sat him down. Johnny took the time to fess up the referee which allowed Kyle to constantly kick him in the chest until the referee turned his head. Afterwards, Grayson was nailed with a Running Basement Dropkick that pushed his head back as far it could go. He was dragged out of the corner, and held down for another pinfall attempt.
Grayson kicks out again, and Johnny is getting annoyed. He picked up Grayson again, and whipped out a few suplexes onto the mat. Every suplex wore down Grayson’s back even more, and until the third one, he put his leg in between Johnny’s leg to stop the lift. He even tried to fire a few forearm shots into the side of Grayson to get him off but it was no use. Grayson quickly turned his back to Johnny, and cupped his hands around his head to Snapmare him over his shoulder while sitting down into more of a Snapmare Suplex. Off the landing, he needed time to recover from the beatdown he received from both the Tag Team Champions. The instincts kicked in him to make the tag, and he yelled out.
Grayson Pierce: Andre, Tag--
He realized that no one was on the apron for his corner. He exhaled, and had no choice but to pick himself up off the mat.
Zach Davis: Grayson forgot that Andre got kicked out of the building by Henson’s security guards, and Henson is just laughing about it.
Grayson gets back up again, and quickly strikes down Johnny who is still standing. Continuous chops from the backhand of Grayson that flutters Johnny back into his own corner. Turn up the acceleration, and Johnny’s chest is being lit up red with multiple chop strikes down into the chest of him.
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!
Gravedigger: He’s destroying the hell out of Johnny’s chest!
That final chop, he nails it, and Johnny’s body digs deeper into the turnbuckle. He runs back into the opposing corner where Kyle quickly locks his arms around his to keep him in the corner tied down. The crowd is booing, and Johnny recovers to charge straight at Kyle holding Grayson to leap up with an elbow only to connect it into the head of Kyle knocking him off the apron. Johnny is stunned, and can’t believe what happened. So now, Grayson waits for him to turn around and when he does, Johnny is flipped over onto his chest by a grueling Spear that leaves both men down.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Freddy Whoa: SPEAR! A spear by Grayson, and now both men are on the mat.
Kyle barely gets back up on the apron, and now both men are crawling to their corners. Kyle is on the apron hopping up and down trying to reach the hand but Grayson has no one.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god, Andre Holmes has been ejected, and now Grayson is at a huge disadvantage.
Zach Davis: I know, it s--
Gravedigger: Wait, there’s something happening backstage!
The titantron shows the current parking garage of the FedEx Forum, and a black car breaks through the security station at a very fast pace. This alarms the rest of the security guards to run out in the open until the black car power slides to slam into the guards, blowing them out of the way with the car hitting against the wall forcing it to crash harshly.
Freddy Whoa: Jesus christ! We need someone to take care of that, someone could have died.
The driver’s door slowly opens, and Andre Holmes steps out of the corner.
Gravedigger: IT’S ANDRE! HE’S BACK! HE’S BACK!
He quickly runs into the building as fast as he can, and the cameras pan back to see Kyle extremely worried along with K.L who is fuming about the situation. He is screaming at Johnny to get his dumb ass back to the corner but suddenly--
“Tear Me Down”
The chorus of “Relentless” by New Years Day blasts off the from the public announcement system of the arena, and the crowd is roaring. Andre sprints down towards the ring, and quickly hops onto the apron with his hand out for Grayson to reach. The music fades, everything is as it should be, and Grayson with Johnny tag in their partners.
Zach Davis: THE TAG IS MADE! ANDRE, AND KYLE ARE IN THE RING!
Andre runs at Kyle, and quickly floors him down with a clothesline. As Kyle hits the mat, he gets back up only to be floored again with another clothesline. Off the rebound of hitting the mat, he gets up only to be Dropkicked down to the mat again. The crowd is raging, and Andre stands in the opposing corner that Kyle is in. As he gets up, he is slapped in the chest with a Corner Lariat that sits him down which allows Andre the opportunity to run back into the opposing corner, and rebound back to Kyle to shove his knee deep into the face of Kyle. After that, Andre pulls him out of the corner for his first pinfall attempt of the match.
The pinfall is broken by Johnny who launches his body over to Andre to shove him off.
Freddy Whoa: Johnny breaks up the pin, and Andre is clearly the game changer now that he’s in the ring.
GravediggerL K.L Henson is going to be furious-- nevermind he already is!
Johnny picks up Andre but he breaks out from the grip, and strikes him in the chest with a Roundhouse kick. He gets another kick into the chest until striking him down into the mat with a beautiful Enzuigiri Kick that forces him out of the ring.
Crowd: DIVE! DIVE! DIVE!
He’s feeling the anticipation, and he runs to the ropes as fast as he can. Suddenly, Kyle is able to get up to stop Andre in his place which makes the crowd boo even more. Kyle goes for a quick Spinning Backfist into the face of Andre but he manages to duck, and spin around to Rolling Elbow Kyle out of the ring as well. When both men are on the outside, they stand up to see Andre dropping down with the top rope to realize Grayson launched himself over the top rope to clash onto them both.
Zach Davis: Andre pulled down the top rope, and Grayson launched himself over to secure the signature Suicide Dive over the top rope. Wait, Andre is on the top rope!
As he is. He’s perched high on the top rope while all three men are down on the ringside mat. In a matter of moments, all of them are up on their feet wondering what is going on until Andre leaps off the top rope to flip himself backwards in the air with a Picture Perfect Shooting Star Press onto all three men to add more to the carnage.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Gravedigger: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON THE OUTSIDE!
Andre is the first to get up of course, and he rolls Kyle Kemp into the ring. He rolls in afterwards, and both men are on their feet. He launches Kyle into the corner, and his back hits against the turnbuckles. Andre charges straight into Kyle where he tries to Yakuza Kick him but Kyle hugged his arms around his waist, and flipped him over to Belly to Belly Suplex his back into the turnbuckles. The impact forced him to crumble down onto the mat like a ragdoll. Kyle quickly rolls him back over onto his feet, and whips him off into the ropes again. After Andre rebounds, Kyle scoops his body onto his right shoulder, and Flapjacks his gut onto the top rope that leaves him hanging.
Zach Davis: The “Show Off”. He nailed it, and Johnny is first to enter the ring before Grayson.
Johnny secures a quick spring off the ropes, and drives his knee into the head of Andre after Kyle points down his knee for Rabid to step on, and deliver that modified variation of the Shining Wizard. His body slumps off the top rope, and flips itself over down onto the mat for Kyle to quickly get the pin.
Grayson quickly shoves Kyle off, and Johnny makes it over to whip him into the ropes instead. Both Kyle, and Johnny prepare for the rebound until Grayson knocks them both down with a Short Arm Clothesline. Kyle gets up first, and is nailed with a Superkick from Grayson.
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!
He stumbled back from the Superkick, and Johnny tries to blindside Grayson with his own kick but he is caught in the foot. However, Kyle takes that moment to Superkick back Grayson from the side.
Freddy Whoa: SUPERKICK!
While Grayson is stumbling, Johnny prepares for another Superkick until Andre catches him with a Superkick into the jaw throwing him off balance.
Then Grayson Superkicks Kyle Kemp into the mat.
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!
Johnny Superkicks Grayson into the mat.
Freddy Whoa: SUPERKICK!
As Johnny turns around, he flips backwards in the air from a Yakuza Kick from Holmes, and then all men are down on the mat.
Gravedigger: YAKUZA KICK! THIS IS A KICK FRENZY GOING ON!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!
MATCH OF THE YEAR!
THIS IS AWESOME!
MATCH OF THE YEAR!
All men are down on the mat, and the referee didn’t know what to do. After a few counts, Andre, and Kyle are the legal men who are back up on the mat. Suddenly, Andre fires a quick whopping elbow to Kyle while Johnny rolls out to the apron as does Grayson. Kyle fires another forearm into the head of Andre. Back, and forth they continue to fire shots until Kyle delivers a big knee into the ribs of Andre that stops him in his tracks. He turns around, and goes for the ropes but Andre catches his tights to pull him back across his shoulders. His back lies across his shoulders, and he slips off to the side to drive the back of his neck off the mat with a huge Burning Hammer, a tribute to the inspiration of his wrestling career.
Gravedigger: BURNING HAMMER! SHADES OF ‘BURNING’ KENTA KOBASHI!
Zach Davis: ANDRE MAKES THE TAG! HE GOT IT!
After the tag was made, Johnny tries to get in but is kicked off to ringside as Andre delivers a gigantic Yakuza Kick straight into the head of Johnny.
Freddy Whoa: YAKUZA KICK! JOHNNY’S DOWN! THIS IS IT!
Grayson is already sitting on the top rope, and the lifeless Kyle is being pushed into the knees of Andre. He is thrown up on the shoulders in a Powerbomb position, and runs with Kyle on top of his shoulders. He launches him in the air which Grayson leaps off to catch his hands around the neck, and also place his knees into the spine to finally hit a Bad Landing into God’s Paradox.
Gravedigger: BAD LANDING INTO GOD’S PARADOX! WHAT A COMBINATION OF THE TWO FINISHERS! GRAYSON IS GOING FOR THE PIN!
DING DING DING!
Zach Davis: THEY DID IT! WE HAVE NEW WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, and the NNNNNEEEEEEWWWWW WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! ANDRE HOLMES, AND GRAYSON PIERCE! REBELLUTION!
Andre is standing on his knees, and Grayson is standing behind him hugging him from behind. They both stand up, and receive the Tag Team Championship belts in their hands. They both stand in the center of the ring with the referee raising their hands up high. Kyle Kemp, and Johnny Rabid leave the ring from their losses as K.L Henson stands up from the crowd clapping as he enjoyed the spectacle.
Gravedigger: Well I--wow. What?
Freddy Bro: You heard it here. We have new WCF Tag Team Champions, Rebellution members Grayson Pierce, and Andre Holmes defeated Johnny Rabid, and Kyle Kemp for the WCF Tag Team Championships!
Zach Davis: And judging by K.L’s approach, it seems he isn’t too keen on Andre’s actions but he’s applauding him? More will come later. Let’s head to our main event.
We go to commercial.
Police are moving through the corridors inside FedEx Forum in Memphis, Tennessee, as a camera follows their movements. As they get to the backstage area near the curtain, we see Katherine Phoenix and Sarah Twilight getting ready to face their opponents for the evening. One officer moves in front and addresses both women, who are still adjusting their wrestling gear, before walking out to the ring. The gentleman reveals his badge to both women, as he states.
Police Officer: I'm Detective Stokes, Memphis P.D.
Katherine Phoenix: Who hired the strippers? Was it you, Twilight Bear?
Detective Stokes: You're Sarah Twilight?
Sarah Twilight: Yes. What is this about?
Detective Stokes: We're placing you under arrest for suspicion of assault and battery charges. Can you please raise your hands?
Katherine Phoenix: These aren't strippers?
Sarah Twilight: What are you talking about? I haven't been in Memphis for YEARS!
Seth Lerch arrives on the scene, asking...
Seth Lerch: What is this all about, Officers?
Detective Stokes: We have reasonable suspicion that Sarah Twilight was involved in a criminal activity that has occurred back in 2014, and we are placing her under arrest in regards to the allegations made.
Seth Lerch: Oh. Okay, take her away...
Sarah Twilight: I want my lawyer! Seth, get my lawyer!
Police Officer: Shut up and get moving...
Katherine Phoenix: But... What about the match with Drunky Bear and Pimp Bear?
Seth Lerch: Oh, that's still going to happen. You might want to get out there, since the match is starting soon.
Katherine Phoenix: But I need a partner!
Seth Lerch: You already had a partner. But I guess she will not be present in this match.
Katherine Phoenix: But I need a partner! Can't I get Logi Bear, or even MMA Bear to be my partner? She hasn't wrestled tonight!
Seth Lerch: We have this thing called a "contract". And for me to alter contracts at the last minute just isn't fair to Jayson Price or Steve Orbit. In other words, get your ass out to the ring and honor your contract! I'm not going to change it because The Family is full of criminals! You being one of the biggest ones in that group!
A loud MEOW comes through the sound system.
Freddy Whoa: What the whoa?
Gravedigger: Stop saying that.
The meow is followed by what is clearly an instrumental-only ripoff of the nWo Wolfpac theme, and with that somebody in a suit and tie walks out onto the stage from the back.
Zach Davis: It's Steve Carr!
Gravedigger: Seems like retirement's been good to him. He may be 40 now, but he looks 30 and probably could still wrestle like he's 20.
Zach Davis: I don't know too many 20-year-olds that are almost 7 feet tall.
Freddy Whoa: It probably won't matter. He said last week that he's just coming out to make an announcement.
Zach Davis: And all indications are that if he's returning to professional wrestling, it's going to be from behind a desk rather than in a ring.
By this time, Carr has made it to the ring with a microphone and is ready to speak.
Steve Carr: Good evening, everybody. This is a momentous occasion, but I will try to be brief. With that being said, I would like no interruptions from the commentary table while I make this announcement.
Zach Davis: I don't see why we should do that. He can't even hear us.
Gravedigger: Quiet! The man's talking!
Steve Carr: Many of you out there think you know who I am, and what I'm here to say. You would say, that's Steve Carr, and he's here to bring back...NCW. Net Championship Wrestling.
Steve Carr: You'd be only half right on both counts. Because you see, my name is now...Steve CATT. And I am bringing back the NCW name, only now it doesn't stand for a second-rate wrestling federation, it stands for the best of the best wrestlers in the WCF. NCW now stands for...New...Cat...Wrestling. Or as I also like to call it, the Cattpac.
Zach Davis: It's finally happened. Steve Carr has officially lost his mind.
Freddy Whoa: In that case, he'll fit right in here. This place gets nuttier by the week.
Gravedigger: Zach, he just said he's Steve Catt now. Show some respect.
Zach Davis: As long as you don't change YOUR name again.
Steve Carr, I mean, Catt: As I said last week, I have already started recruiting for this glorious team, this stable, this clowder of cool cats. So please give a warm welcome to the first full-fledged Cattpac member: I call him the New Wave Inferno, you might know him as T.N.T., he is, Travis Tusk!
A Cattpac "remix" of "Night Call" by Kavinsky plays - the only difference being that the wolf howl in the intro is replaced by a meow - and Travis Tusk walks out in his normal entrance attire, looking unsure and uncomfortable. He makes his way down to the ring.
Steve Catt: Hey, show them that beautiful shirt.
Travis takes off his jacket revealing a red T-shirt with "nCw" on it. Steve raises Travis' arm in the air and he goes from looking like he might be uncomfortable to clearly being so.
Steve Catt: This is the new face of wrestling! Fluffy with whiskers and pointy ears! I know all the guys in the back want in on this, but spots are limited, so call now!
Zach Davis: Jesus. How could anyone resist THAT sales pitch?
Gravedigger: I, for one, welcome our new feline overlords.
Freddy Whoa: (sighing) Whoa.
The fake Wolfpac theme plays again before cutting to commercial.
Zach Davis: What a development prior to The Main Event!
Gravedigger: Well, what Seth said was true. If they want to be criminals, they need to suffer the consequences of their actions outside of the ring. And after all the criminal activity displayed this evening by The Family, they deserve this change of events.
Freddy Whoa: I cannot believe I'm agreeing with you on this, Digger, but its true! And now Katherine Phoenix is going to pay for her association with known criminals!
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "This Means War" by Avenged Sevenfold 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 crowds energy, albeit at a slower pace and a sour look on her face.
Kyle Steel: This is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! COMING TO THE RING, at a combined weight of 274 pounds! MEMBERS OF THE FAMILY: SARAH TWILIGHT AND KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Katherine slowly reaches the ring and walks around it several times taking the time check out her surroundings. She then walks around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and pulls herself 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 arrival of Steve Orbit and Jayson Price.
Zach Davis: She looks quite perturbed at the situation right now. Asks for another partner to be turned down flat by Seth Lerch.
Gravedigger: She looks like she knows what's coming, which is an ass-kicking! And good on Seth to honor the initial contract! Neither of these guys signed on to face anybody else other than Sarah Twilight and Katherine Phoenix, so I agree with Seth's ruling on the issue!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but at what cost? Katherine Phoenix is going to get SLAUGHTERED tonight!
Gravedigger: I know! This is proof that God may exist, after all!
"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. Kyle Steel announces his arrival, with...
Kyle Steel: And THE OPPONENTS, FIRST TO THE RING!!! From Oakland, California and weighing in at 230 pounds!!! "THE MACK" STEEEEEEVE ORRRRRR-BIT!!!
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, keeping an eye on Katherine Phoenix as he does.
Freddy Whoa: And Steve Orbit, coming off of the disappointing loss to Logan in the Final Destination Match, has no love for The Family, I would assume.
Gravedigger: That assumption is most likely accurate. Hell, I have no love for The Family, and I was in that match! Bunch of criminals, they are!
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit looks to be quite happy with the situation, now that Sarah Twilight has been neutralized from this match. Those two have had their own history over the years, and here comes Jayson Price...
All of the lights in the arena drop as the crowd silences with anticipation. Moments pass before "4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the arena speakers at a near deafening volume. The crowd pops as a lone spotlight comes on and shines on the stage. Jayson Price walks out from the back to cheers from the crowd, a grin on his face. He waves the crowd on from the top of the ramp, trying to get them to be louder. Then he takes a moment to point to the World Title around his waist, getting a pop from the crowd. He then starts down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: AND HIS PARTNER... Making his way to the ring, weighing it at 225 pounds, from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, he is the WCF World Champion and a two time WCF Grand Slam Champion...JAYSON PRICE!
Price slaps the hands of a few fans, even stopping to take a selfie and enjoy a beer with some of them, before rolling under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He unstraps the belt from his waist and throws it over his shoulder before heading over to the corner. He takes a seat on the top turnbuckle and stays there until the match starts. A big grin on his face in light of the previous development in the match-up.
Gravedigger: I have no love for Jayson Price whatsoever, but I think this is one time I hope to see him and Orbit obliterate Katherine Phoenix the way she should be every night!
Zach Davis: This match isn't over until its over. Though I am surprised she still came out to wrestle! I gotta give her credit in the face of who she is facing tonight.
Freddy Whoa: I agree. It shows a measure of intestinal fortitude that you do not see much of in the WCF.
Gravedigger: That, and I believe Seth threatened to fire her if she didn't show up, so there is that...
The bell sounds, as Phoenix awaits either Steve Orbit or Jayson Price to come and face her in the middle of the ring. After a brief argument over who starts the match, its settled by a quick game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors", which Orbit seems to win with paper over rock! Price shrugs his shoulders, as Orbit steps into the middle of the ring to face off against Katherine Phoenix. Orbit goes to lock up with Phoenix, who responds with a low blow to Orbit!
Zach Davis: And Phoenix starts off with a low blow to Orbit!
Gravedigger: Surprise, surprise! She has almost no talent as a wrestler, so why am I even shocked?
Phoenix then attempts a DDT, only for Orbit to push her off before the move is executed. Orbit drops to his knees, but manages to tag in Price before rolling out of the ring. Price rushes in to initiate a grapple, only to find that Phoenix tries the same maneuver on him. He has it well-scouted, and catches the foot, before executing a dragon-screw legwhip on Phoenix.
Freddy Whoa: Nice counter!
Gravedigger: So much for Phoenix's offense for the evening.
Price follows this move up with a single leg crab to exploit his earlier counter-offense on Phoenix. She screams, as Orbit recovers in the corner from the low blow dealt to him earlier. Orbit calls for a tag, as Price drags her over still in the single crab in order to tag Orbit in. Price holds the crab, while Orbit stomps on Phoenix for her indiscretion against him earlier. Referee begins to count...
Price releases the hold and quickly steps out of the ring, as Orbit picks up Phoenix and executes a DDT of his own that sends Phoenix to the middle of the ring. Orbit gets to his feet and stomps on Katherine Phoenix, before he picks her up and places her head between his legs. He executes a low blow powerbomb on her in the middle of the ring, as the crowd pops while he performs it!
Zach Davis: And it looks like the team of Orbit and Price are just toying with her now.
Gravedigger: She deserves it! Make that bitch suffer!
Freddy Whoa: And Orbit tags in Price, as it seems they're rotating in and out on Phoenix, just wearing her down for the inevitable victory in this match-up!
Price waits for Phoenix to get to her feet, and immediately grabs her and whips her into a neutral turnbuckle, before he comes flying in with a knee...
Zach Davis: And Phoenix gets out of the way, as Price crashes and burns in the turnbuckle!
Freddy Whoa: Phoenix quick to capitalize, as she goes to apply what appears to be a variation of The Twilight Zone on... WHOA!!!
Gravedigger: Orbit in the ring and gives her a PIMP SLAP!!! And Price comes crashing down on her in the process! NICE!!!
Orbit grabs Price and starts dragging him towards their corner, before the referee puts the kibosh on that and forces Orbit out of the ring, threatening a count as he does. Orbit steps out of the ring, only to come back into it, as Price is quick to tag Orbit back into the match. Katherine Phoenix finds her feet, as Orbit does a Daniel-San, and connects with a...
Zach Davis: CRANE KICK TO THE FACE!!!
Freddy Whoa: How much more punishment can Kat Phoenix take in this match?
Gravedigger: I don't know, but I'm loving every minute of this!
Steve Orbit signals for the end of this, as he tags Jayson Price in, as he says...
Steve Orbit: PRICEBUSTER FOR THIS BITCH!!!
The crowd cheers to display their affirmation of the use of such move, to which Price nods in approval, and sets her up for the maneuver in the middle of the ring. He raises her up...
Zach Davis: PRICEBUSTER ON PHOENIX!!!
Gravedigger: And Orbit is on the top rope...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! OAKLAND SPLASH ON PHOENIX!!!
Zach Davis: Orbit gets to his feet, as both Price and Orbit put a foot on top of Phoenix!!! They call for the cover!!!
Only one song plays.
Gravedigger: ...That is Treachery, by Bleach.
Logan runs out from the back, and he's got his Final Destination briefcase in hand.
Freddy Whoa: LOGAN! LOGAN IS CASHING IN!
Price and Orbit both eyeball Logan. Logan nods at Orbit and points to his head, asking Orbit to think. Orbit does.... then spins Price around and hits a Pimp Slap!
Zach Davis: AHA! STEVE ORBIT HAS JOINED THE FAMILY!
Orbit gets back up and glares at Logan before stepping away. Logan nods.
Gravedigger: No... no. Seth Lerch booked Logan versus Steve Orbit for Timebomb earlier tonight.. If Logan wins the World Title, that means Steve Orbit gets a World Title shot!
Logan picks Jayson Price up and grapples him in the Sleeper.
Freddy Whoa: CONNECTOR! WE'VE GOT A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Steve Orbit shakes his head... and before Logan can hit the Connector, Orbit spins Logan around and hits HIM with a Pimp Slap!
Zach Davis: OOHH!
Orbit rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.
Gravedigger: What an idiot.
Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit just gave up a World Title match because he didn't want to do the wrong thing. And I think he just likes Pimp Slapping people more than anything.
The referee is about to pick up Logan's briefcase and declare the match official, but Phoenix quickly grabs it away from him from outside the ring. She then pulls Logan out and the two backpeddle up the ramp.
Zach Davis: I'm receiving word that this wasn't official since the referee never rang the bell!
Gravedigger: What a day this would've been for Logan to cash in. God, I want Logan to beat Price for that Title so bad.
Freddy Whoa: I'm receiving word that Sarah Twilight WILL compete at Wednesday Night!... and that is all the time we have! Goodnight!
Slam fades to black as Logan and Katherine Phoenix head up the ramp as Jayson Price clutches his Title in the ring.