Grove Walker" by FLOOR BABA hit’s the P. A . K.L. Henson steps out from the back stage area, dressed in a three piece suit and with a mic in hand. The crowd greets him with the warmest of welcomes.
Gravedigger: Is that anyway to welcome the head of talent relations?
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on Digger he has made a mockery of this position.
K.L. Henson holds up his hands and tries to silence the crowd.
K.L. Henson: Now now lets all just calm down. It is not like your noise making has any impact on the universe’s outcome. You all must be aware of this by now. I mean no amount of noise you make will change the course of action set in place. Now on the…
K. L. Henson: Now on the other hand I do have some information that might just change the entire course of one superstars career. As you all know I am the Head of Talent relations! And that means I have to look out for the best interests of the wrestlers here. Two weeks ago I extended an offer out to the entire locker room. I gave an open call to anyone interested in a title shot against the World Champion of Cruiserweights, MR. Holden!
K.L. Henson reaches inside his breast pocket a pulls out an envelope and holds it up for everyone to see before he opens it.
K.L. Henson: Inside this envelope is the winner of the contest. The name inside this envelope will have a title shot immediately. And the winner is BONNIE BLUE!
Crowd: WE WANT BONNIE
Crowd: WE WANT BONNIE
Crowd: WE WANT BONNIE
The heavy guitar rift hit’s the PA as Bonnie Blue walks out. She starts to make her way down to the ring when K.L. Henson runs down and blocks her.
K.L. Henson: EVERYONE, I AM SORRY. I made a mistake. This is all my fault. If you could all see this card it does not say Bonnie Blue. I am sorry Bonnie tonight is not your night. If you look the card clearly says THE GREAT POWER BUTI. Buti will you come down to the ring.
Bonnie is in disbelief. She grabs the card from K.L. Henson’s hands and read for her own eyes. She shrugs he shoulder and walks off just shaking her head. RUMP SHAKER hit’s the P.A. The Great POWER OF Buti comes out dressed in street clothes and high heels. Bonnie passes her and gives her a pat on the shoulder for good luck. Butil makes her way down to K.L. Henson.
Buti: Mr. Henson, Thank you so much for this opportunity but I was not prepared to fight tonight is it possible to….
K.L. Henson: I am sorry either you fight tonight or you forfeit your title shot.
Buti shakes her head as she removes her heels and slides in to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: This is just wrong how can you make someone have to fight in high heels and a mini skirt?
Gravedigger: Hey she took the heels off. Besides this is a title shot, they don’t come around all the time. You gotta be ready at anytime.
Four Rustic Horses BY Marilyn Manson hit’s the P.A. Mr Holden doesn’t waste any time as he runs down the ramp to the ring. A ref runs out behind him trying to keep up.
Kyle Steel: The following is for the Cruiserweight Championship Title.
Mr Holden slides under the ropes while Buti is still stretching with her back to him. Just as she turns around she is greeted by a kick to the stomach followed by a DDT. He pulls her up by her hair and starts delivering punches one after the other. He kicks her one more time in the stomach and hit’s the ANARCHY!
Freddy Whoa: Here is the cover
Kyle Steel: AND YOUR WINNER AND STILL CHAMPION MR. HOOOOLDEENNNN.
Gravedigger: Well I cant say I am surprised. That is what champions do they defend their belts.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! You have got to be kidding me. That is not a defense, That was a joke.
Gravedigger: Hey I wouldn’t call the Power of the Buti a joke. Ive seen men do some crazy things over that power.
Freddy Whoa: I am not calling her a joke, The match was the joke. She didn’t even have a chance.
Mr. Holden calls for a mic and is obliged by K.L. Henson.
Mr. Holden: You see this? Are you sheep starting to realize what a real champion is? You have been force fed how propaganda on how great the WCF champions are. Lies all of it is lies. None of it a bigger lie than Stuart Slane! He has to defend his title every week, well guess what so do I! I am doing by my choice not by mandate. I often find myself fighting two matches a night while he gets one.
Mr. Holden: Your reaction is so predictable. Go ahead Boo me, That is nothing more then your brainwashing coming through. Boo the champion that is actually looking for a fight. Boo the champion because the Machine has you fooled into thinking cowardice is a championship quality. The machine has you thinking a champion, that needs interference to keep his title, is a desirable quality. You are all fools and I am going to prove it to you when I beat the great Stuart Slane. A few weeks ago Stuart offered me a match and I accepted. Funny thing though I still haven’t gotten my match. So I am out here to remind you all And Stuart I am waiting. You cant duck me forever. Stuart you might have tricked all these fans in to thinking your great but we both know the truth. We both know you do not want to fight me. So let this be a reminder that I am not going anywhere and that you cant duck me forever.
Buti is slowly starting to stir as she rises up off the mat. Mr. Holden turns around and kicks her in the stomach again and delivers another ANARCHY!
Mr. Holden rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the backstage area while paramedics run down to the ring to check on the welfare of Buti.
The scene fades up to a wide shot of the arena that slowly closes to the ring. Greybeard's music plays through the arena as he stands in front of a cheap, wooden desk. In the ring are some faux stone facades with "torches" attached, giving the ring the impression of a makeshift dungeon. Most of the pieces used here are leftovers from older segments from years gone by. Anyone seated behind the giant castle walls aren't able to see a damn thing. The camera cuts to Greybeard who has a big smile on his face and microphone in hand.
"a'Welcome ladies, gentlemen, noblemen and....no bull men."
Greybeard raises an eyebrow wryly toward the Alchemist, who is wedged into a seat next to the desk who laughs as, if on command. "That's not even a joke!" a heckler calls out from the crowd. After an awkward moment, Greybeard clears his throat.
"This is...the Dungeon! Nobody claps. Let's bring out our first.....and only guest," Greybeard said after checking his notecard. "Cormack MacNeill!"
"Taylor Made' hits the P.A. system and out walks Cormack MacNeill. He stops at the top of the ramp and raises a fist. The crowd gives him a cheap pop for the San Antonio Rampage hockey jersey he's wearing, even though it clashes with his green and gold kilt.
With a smile and a nod to the crowd, MacNeill strides down to the ring, eyeing the always odd spectacle that is Greybeard. He takes the steps one at a time and semi-gracefully slides between the ropes. He walks to the middle of the ring and extends a hand to the Grey and Bearded one.
Greybeard shakes Cormack's hand and gleefully motions him to the single chair. Greybeard shews Al out of it and takes a seat behind the desk, tapping his note cards on the table with a smile. "Cormack, how 'bout a drink? I've heard about your legendary alcoholism." Says Greybeard as he produces a tankard from under the table for Cormack and one for himself. The Alchemist hovers not far from the seated Cormack, licking his dry, cracked lips.
"So what's it like in Canada? Dogs get married there, right?"
Cormack fixed him with a stare that could melt a philosophers stone, and Greybeard stared down at his shuffling notes before plucking another one hurriedly from the pile.
"Let's talk about this bodyslam match at Slam. We didn't have a winner!"
Cormack leans back in his chair and says, "No, we didn't. Nagasaki and I both went into that match with something to prove, and I walked away proving what I needed to. That He can be lifted, and he can be slammed. And he proved that he's a man of honour...a meiyo no tako in his native tongue."
Cormack peered into the tankard, and seeming satisfied with the contents drained it in one long swallow.
"We call that a firebreather in Dragonia. It'll burn your throat like a dragon's whisper, but also restore like fourty two hit points." Greybeard takes the tiniest possible sip and smacks his lips, seeming sated while The Alchemist's whimpering bleeds over into Cormack's microphone. "Now you two are facing off again later tonight in a match that might have some big implications. I've heard both of your names being tossed around the international title picture."
Cormack looked puzzled. "Forty two what? Never mind, I don't want to know...Nagasaki is a worthy opponent, and certainly worthy of an International title shot. And our match tonight won't be an easy one. But it will be a great fight, and a hell of a show. The kind of match that brings people out night after night. In WCF the main events are always tv worth watching, but there are always surprises on the undercard. That's what brings the best and the brightest to this company."
"As for me, well that's not my call. They guy who holds that title and I have a history. We were pretty tight for a while, but now he's changed. He's not the same guy he was, but I know that the old Caliban is in there somewhere. I think a swift kick in the head would sort him out just fine. I know just the guy to do it too."
MacNeill smiles and settles back into his chair.
"Well Mr. MacNeill, thank you for being the first guest here in the Dungeon! Good luck to you in your match later tonight!"
"Thanks for having me laddie. This was certainly something different. Personally, I', looking forward to the International Title match tonight."
Greybeard and the Alchemist rise to their feet as the Dungeon's funky theme music plays. They start to dance around with no discernable rhytm. Greybeard takes a moment to motion for Cormack MacNeil to join them. MacNeill shakes his heads, but watches the crowds reaction with amusement as the two men dance, the camera pulls out, and the scene fades.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to SLAM!
Zach Davis: Up next we have a fatal fourway to start things off.
Violins begin to rise slowly throughout the arena getting louder and louder, as the drums kick in Marx sticks his Umbrella out of the curtain and uses it to sweep the fabric aside, he walks to the centre of the stage and then places the umbrella beside him, he kicks it and spins it between his fingers before catching it laid across his shoulders, he walks to the ring with his arms draped up over it.
Kyle Steel: NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! Hailing from Camden Market London Town UK! Weighing in at 200 Pounds, he is the devil on your shoulder! ANDREW MARX!
He gets to the bottom of the ramp and brings the umbrella back down slamming the point into the ground next to him and surveying the crowd before winking to the camera and crawling slowly under the bottom rope into the ring and back to his feet all in what seems like one motion, he ascends the top rope and and makes the same pose he did on the floor while standing perfectly on the top turnbuckle and the point of the umbrella resting on the ring post he yet again surveys the crowd and then flips backwards down onto his feet finds a corner and prepares for battle.
Zach Davis: Marx is looking for a win here.
Gravedigger: They all are.
"Good Vibrations” hits over the loudspeakers. The packed warehouse have mixed reviews of The Rad Russian. Preacher Jacobs walks out holding a snake crate in one hand and a remote in the other. The Rad Russian is still behind the curtain too shy to come out. Jacobs turns to look back for 31 and is furious to not see The Rad Russian. He clicks the remote and 31 storms from behind the curtain in a rage. The Rad Russian heads towards the ring now rubbing its neck from the pain.
Freddy Whoa: What in the world is that?
Gravedigger: That’s an it and it could eat you in one bite.
Zach Davis: Haha.
Kyle Steel: Now making it’s way to the ring… Weighing in at three hundred and thirty four pounds… It hails from Chernobyl! THE RAD RUSSIAN!
Preacher Jacobs sits down his small rattlesnake crate down on the announcer’s table. He then turns back towards 31 and shocks it again and again. The Rad Russian rolls in the ring and hits the ropes furious after being shocked twice.
Zach Davis: I for one am glad that monsters entrance is over.
Gravedigger: Creepy as hell.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… HAILING From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada! HE IS MR. AVERAGE, LEEEEE ROBERRRRTTTS!
"Bad to the Bone hits the loud speakers. The camera goes to the entrance way where "Mister Average" Lee Roberts makes his way slowly to the ring. He shakes hands with the ringside fans and slowly walks to the ring. After climbing up the steel steps, he steps through the ropes and gets in. He takes a corner and waits for the match to start.
Freddy Whoa: Mister Average looks like he’s all business.
Zach Davis: That russian looks dangerous and every competitor has taken notice.
Gravedigger: Roberts doesn’t fear “it”.
Bad News Benson stomps down like he's pissed off at men women, children, animals, and gods. He does take to stopping to harass fans occasionally
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… Weighing in at two hundred and TWENTY POUNDS! Hailing from any ghetto anywhere ever… BAD NEWS BENSON!
Gravedigger: Here comes BAD NEWS BENSON!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
The referee sends each man to a different corner of the ring. He explains the rules of the fatal fourway before calling for the bell. Benson charges out of his corner and is caught with a nasty clothesline from Roberts!
Gravedigger: Quick start for Mister Average!
The Rad Russian still stands in the corner froze with real fear. Andrew Marx carefully approaches the much larger wrestler. Subject 31 begins to weep from the fear of the bright lights. Andrew Marx appears shocked by the crying seven footer. Marx strikes with a knee shot to the side of the rad russian’s knee cap! The charley horse sends it to one knee. Andrew quickly slips up behind the huge russian and applies a quick sleeper!
Zach Davis: Andrew Marx is trying to put a beast to sleep!
Freddy Whoa: The russian reaches the ropes!
The rad russian reaches the ropes and the referee calls for Marx to break the hold. He continues to hold the sleeper on until the referee’s count reaches four. On the opposite side of the ring, Roberts has Benson down in the corner catching him with knee shot after knee shot. Benson reaches up and low blows Mister Average, sending him to the mat holding his privates. The referee is warning Marx and completely misses the blatant cheap shot.
Gravedigger: Benson has turned the tables!
Bad News Benson slings Roberts into the corner. He wraps both of his arms around Lee’s throat and begins to choke him. The referee finally turns around and quickly rushes to the corner to make a count on Benson. He releases the choke hold and Roberts immediately clutches at his throat, desperately attempting to catch his breath. Lee leaves his body open so Benson follows up with a huge backhand chop! He immediately follows up with another! The shots can be heard clearly at the announce table!
Freddy Whoa: Damn! Did you hear that?
Zach Davis: The front row winced after that nasty backhand chop.
Marx continues to work the rad russian over. Preacher Beavers on the outside begins to push the button on the shock collar remote. This causes the collar to shock The Rad Russian. The pain causes it to swing its arms out wide. The russian catches Marx under the jaw, sweeping him off his feet. Benson notices this while still standing in the corner delivering sharp chops! He suddenly irish whips Roberts towards the rad russian. Lee collides with Subject 31 and they both tumble over the top rope then spill out to the outside of the ring.
Gravedigger: Sick collision! The crazy russian and Mister Roberts are down on the outside!
Freddy Whoa: Marx is back to his feet now.
Zach Davis: Marx and Benson share a brief staredown… CHARGE!
Andrew and Bad News charge at each other suddenly. They begin swapping blows in the center of the ring. Roberts gets back to his feet on the outside slowly. Marx and Benson continues to swing on each other. Andrew finally gets the upper hand with a solid chop across Bad New’s throat! Benson bends over to catch his breath and Marx follows up with a knee to his forehead! He hits the mat so Marx goes for a pin!
Zach Davis: ONE!
Freddy Whoa: Broken up by LEE ROBERTS!
Mister Average continues his momentum by grappling Andrew Marx up to his feet. Roberts cradles Marx head between his legs. The piledriver causes a stir in the crowd as Lee follows up with a quick rollup pin!
Zach Davis: KICK OUT BY MARX!
Andrew kicks out sending the squatting Lee away from him and backwards towards the ropes. The Rad Russian wraps both arms around the unsuspecting falling Mister Average. 31 pushes herself and Lee forward to leave enough room behind the two for a german suplex! The suplex shakes the entire ring. The Rad Russian gets back to it’s feet quickly and just stands looking down at Lee. Marx is confused by this but still slides in to hook a leg!
Zach Davis: ONE!
The Preacher on the outside clicks the shock collar remote sending the russian into a stomping fit inside the ring. 31 steps on both Marx and Lee breaking the pin up.
Gravedigger: I don’t think that monster likes that collar very much.
Freddy Whoa: Subject 31 continues to appear confused and lost in this matchup.
Marx gets back to his feet quickly and leaps up behind the russian on the top turnbuckle. He screams something inaudible at the huge russian wrestler. The Rad Russian turns around and gets a huge shotgun dropkick that wows the crowd. The russian hits the mat as the preacher wears out the shock button on the outside. Marx hooks a leg of the big russian and the referee hits the mat to count. The shocking from the remote runs off the russian on onto Andrew Marx! He holds the pin while still being shocked!
Freddy Whoa: TWO!!!
Zach Davis: BROKEN UP by Bad News Benson!
Roberts straddles the russian after the kick out while Benson begins swapping blows with Marx. Lee holds the russian down using both knees on the the shoulder blades of his huge opponent. Mister Average then begins to lay into the rad russian. He squares up and begins nailing the forehead of 31 with a right then quick left! He continues to beat the fallen big man/woman.
Freddy Whoa: Roberts continues his offensive assault on the Rad Russian!
Zach Davis: Benson has worked Marx into the corner now.
Roberts has blacked the left eye of the russian now. Meanwhile Andrew continues attempting to avoid the assault by Bad News Benson. Now in the corner, Marx blocks the body shots and tries to counter with little success.
Gravedigger: Benson goes for the eye poke! MISSED?!?
Andrew quickly puts his hand up in front of his nose to block the cheap shot stooges style! Benson looks shocked as Marx comes out the corner with sharp kicks! Benson backs up to avoid the kicks but puts his hands down, catching a roundhouse kick for the mistake! Andew follows up by rushing to the corner closest to the fallen Benson. Marx jumps up on the turnbuckle then lines himself up. He then dives off the top turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: Shooting Star Press!
Benson at the last possible second holds both of his knees up into the air! Andrew Marx crashes and burns across Benson’s shins and knee caps.
Gravedigger: Brutal landing! That had to be painful.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. These two men are going at each other hard!
Zach Davis: That may have hurt Marx. He is rolling around the ring in pain now.
The Rad Russian begins stomping on Andrew as he rolls around in pain. Marx attempts to dodge the heavy stomps with little success. The preacher finally has his monster under control using the shock collar. The russian stops stomping at Marx to catch it’s breath, Just behind the rad russian, Lee Roberts climbs to the top turnbuckle. Preacher Beavers attempts to warn 31 but she can’t hear him over the cheering. Roberts jumps off and nearly bulldogs the seven footer out of it’s boots! He goes for a pin!
Zach Davis: ONE!
Freddy Whoa: TWO!
Gravedigger: BROKEN UP BY ANDREW MARX!
Marx continues to stomp on the two downed superstars. Benson comes in from behind him with a huge clobbering blow! Andrew hits the mat in a hot pile then rolls to the outside. The Rad Russian has also rolled out of the ring then fallen off the apron on the opposite side.
No! Both men re-enter!
Both the Rad Russian and Marx throw Benson out of the ring! Marx then grabs the Russian...
Zach Davis: COQUINA CLUTCH APPLIED! HE CALLS THAT THE LONG CON!
And the Long Con pays off- the Rad Russian taps out!
Freddy Whoa: ANDREW MARX GETS THE WIN!
The bell sounds as Marx gets to his feet.
Gravedigger: What a victory! Andrew Marx gets the win.
Marx rolls out of the ring as we go to commercial.
The fans in the AT&T center are graced with the opening match, and segments that all left them mouth watering for more. Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring once again, holding up the microphone under his lips in his little black Tuxedo suit.
Suddenly, the lights around the arena slowly dim into a little dark fade until the sound effect of a cat going “Meow” is the edited introduction into the song “Night Call” by Kavinsky. The stage is bathed by the pink lighting of the strobe lights over it. Travis Tusk walks out from the back dressed in his white boots, and sleeveless blue shirt with his customized Wayferer sunglasses on. He stands on the middle of the stage, and folds his arms which cues the red, and white colored fireworks to uproar on each side of the stage. After that, the light return back to normal, brightening the AT&T center as the crowd are supporting him by chanting and cheering his name. He walks down to the ring, interacting with the ladies near him.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first. Hailing from South Bend, Indiana. At five feet, ten inches tall. Weighing in at 174 pounds. He is “TNT” Travis Tusk!
Travis Tusk is already in the ring, and he stands on the middle turnbuckle allowing the ladies to enjoy the muscular view of him taking off his shirt. Once getting off, he stands in his own corner awaiting for Warbird to make his official debut in the WCF ring.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back ladies, and gentlemen to Sunday Night Slam. We’re here with Travis Tusk hoping to gain a victory after the recent losses he’s suffered to Nagasaki, and also the opening battle royal at Fifteen.
Zach Davis: And he’s facing a new debutant. Warbird. I wonder what he’s going to do against a seasoned rookie, Travis Tusk who has some experience already in the WCF ring.
Immediately, “Sabotage” by The Beastie Boys just blares out of the public announcement system, and cameras are searching around to find which area he will appear from. They spot a man dressed in a grunge, and street wise attire with his hair all messed up, and curly. Warbird walks down the stairs in the crowd, wanting to get a piece of Travis Tusk. The crowd already doesn’t know how to react to him but for the few that have been following on the social media, they boo him. Eventually, the whole crowd starts booing him as he reaches ground zero, and starts making his way to the barricade.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from (CENSORED). At six feet, one inch tall. Weighing in at 240 pounds. Warbird!
Warbird hops over the barricade, and slides into the ring before flipping off the crowd with the birds. He just remains in his grunge outfit, and awaits for the referee to ring the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Gravedigger: The hell is this man wearing?! He looks like a homeless person.
Warbird breaks off into a sprint, and forearms Travis Tusk all the way into the corner. He smothers him with multiple clubs repeatedly bashing down the spine of Travis pushing him down into the mat. Warbird continues the onslaught by stomping down on him repeatedly unto the referee counts to four which he steps out of the corner, and argues with the referee. While Travis gets up, he is charged into the corner until moves right out of the way to allow his opponent to hit into the turnbuckles chest first, and Drop Kicking his back straight into the corner for him to rebound into the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Beautiful technical Dropkick done by Travis Tusk. After Warbird rushed him, he’s recovered pretty nicely.
By showing his strength in technical mat wrestling, Travis slows down the pace by utilizing the Side Headlock on Travis to try, and cut off his breathing. The moment Warbird tries to unhook the arm, he moves around to lock in a North-South choke to further increase the leverage. Warbird however uses his strength to put both men back on their feet which only drags Travis into a great position to get Suplexed onto his back. Before he can even move, they roll over back into the previous position only for Travis to get Suplexed onto the mat again.
Zach Davis: Back to Back Suplexes by Warbird. Displaying that power advantage over Travis. It’s interesting to see how well he adjusts in the WCF ring.
Gravedigger: Now Travis outside the ring to catch his breath but here comes Warbird from behind!
Warbird quickly forearms Travis into the barricade, and he takes him by the side. Placing his arm around his shoulders, and his leg across his, he sweeps back into the barricade which bangs Travis’ back straight off the material. He drops down onto his right side, yelling out in pain.
Gravedigger: Vicious Russian Leg Sweep straight down into the barricade. That’s gonna hurt for ages but I’m liking this aggressive display from Warbird.
The referee is at five, and Warbird throws Travis into the ring. He rolls in afterwards to get the first pinfall attempt of the match.
Travis kicks out at two, and Warbird curses off the referee. No more time to be wasted, he sits up Travis, and claws his fingers into the right shoulder. He digs it as deep, pushing harder to even squeeze the bone. Travis is yelling out, fighting against the urge to even tap out while his opponent is wrenching back, and forth to add in more pressure. Travis gets back up on his feet, and quickly spins around with the back of his fist knocking Warbird harshly in the jaw, temporarily stunning him. The opportunity presented itself, and Travis Superkicks him in the chin to pummel him down into the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: Night Call! The Night Call! He must be out! Here’s the pin.
Warbird kicks out, and Travis needs to end this right now. He quickly gets up, and starts to hold onto the ankles. Locking them in his pit, he slowly struggles with turning Warbird over onto his own back.
Zach Davis: I think he might be locking in his submission finisher, the “Tick of the Clock”! Are we going to get it? Is Warbird going to suffer his first loss in his debut by submission?!
Before Travis can even turn him over, he quickly kicks Travis in the groin that forces him onto his knees. The crowd uproars in the decision of the referee to ignore it but Warbird gets up, and quickly locks in the arms while having him bent over under his ass. He places Travis upside down on his back with his arms intact, and sits down to smash his shoulders into the mat with a Vertebreaker.
Gravedigger: I know that move! “Feel the Pain” A very powerful Vertebreaker combination. Here’s the pin attempt!
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Warbird.
Freddy Whoa: Warbird did amazingly, and won on his debut by pinning Travis Tusk in the middle of the ring. He’s definitely made his presence known after putting on a dominant performance. We’ll be back after these messages.
The AT&T Center are enjoying the spectacle from the opening matches, and now Kyle Steel stands in the ring with a great smile on his face dressed in his usual black Tuxedo while having the microphone already in his right under his lips.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing your NEW WCF Tag Team Champions! Grayson Pierce, and Andre Holmes. Rebellution!
The opening guitar riffs, and drum melody implode through the arena's ears. The titrantron shows the grey images of Grayson Pierce preparing in his locker room throwing punches then it switches to Andre wrapping wrist tape around his hands. The song officially begins. "Bones" by Young Guns explode loudly in its beginning introduction, and a flash of red fireworks emerge from the stage dimming the lights to dance around the AT&T Center in a synchronized dance of white, and red colors. Grayson, and Andre come out in their respective attires graphically designed with their Rebellution color to fit the look. Once they come out, the crowd erupts to appreciate a new set of faces taking the Tag Titles into their hands. They both look at each other with a smile, and walk down the ring together to interact with a few fans on the way, showing their appreciation for their loyal support.
Gravedigger: I never thought we would see brand new Tag Team Champions. This is bogus. Andre shouldn't have been allowed even back in the building, I really hope K.L Henson deals with this immediately.
Freddy Whoa: Whatever the case is, they can enjoy being the Tag Champs for now. They made history when they defeated Johnny Rabid, and Kyle Kemp. Ridding #BeachKrew of their final championships for now.
Gravedigger: Championships doesn't certify how powerful a stable is. My boys in #BeachKrew will obviously get these titles back off these floozies.
They step up into the ring, and the lights brighten again to show every inch of the arena. Grayson, and Andre are standing side by side once their music fades, and both of them have their championships over their shoulders. Once the music is over, the crowd is chanting their name.
Crowd: REBELLUTION! REBELLUTION! REBELLUTION!
They let is soak in for a moment until Grayson is the first to speak.
Grayson Pierce: Last week, we did it. We beat Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp to stand before you as the new WCF Tag Team Champions. Thanks to my friend Andre, and also to you guys. We're proud to hold these belts with honor, and dignity.
Andre Holmes: Yeah, and also with pride, respect, love, kicking ass, beating anyone, Powerbombs, Brainbusters...
Grayson Pierce: Andre...
Andre Holmes: Piledrivers, Turnbuckles, Announce Tables, Thumbtacks, Barbed Wire..
Grayson Pierce: Andre!
Andre Holmes: Oh right, my bad. Yes my friends, today is a good day for WCF. Rebellution did what we needed to do, and now I can go home and play with this. However, winning the title is fun but now we have to defend it. At Timebomb next week Sunday, we will be defending our belts against not only the Family but also K.L Henson, and Mr. Holden of Talent Relations.
They nod, agreeing with them how nobody even likes their opponents for Timebomb. Grayson nudges Andre, enjoying the fact they have the crowd on their side, and continues speaking.
Grayson Pierce: A lot of wars I've been through, and I can handle myself in a Tag match against these idiots. All the partners I've been with have had my back when it comes to these types of wars, and Andre is just the cake on top as he's willing to give everything he has to keep these belts. The point is that no matter how much they will try, we will fight till' we die. No one is going to beat us because we're here, and we're not going anywhere. So for anyone of our opponents who think they have something to say, the floor is you--
K.L Henson: Enough!
K.L Henson, and Mr. Holden walk out from the back with no music being played as he's carrying his duties of Head of Talent Relations. He marches down to the ring with Holden behind him with the Cruiserweight title, and he's not very happy.
Zach Davis: And here comes our Head of Talent Relations, K.L Henson, with our Cruiserweight Champion, Mr. Holden. Remember that K.L suspended Andre at Fifteen, and now we see what will be the final verdict.
K.L Henson stares deeply into the eyes of Andre who is happy to see his boss. Before he can even speak, the crowd reminds them why they hate them so much but the petty gestures of booing are ignored as business is business.
K.L Henson: Mr. Holmes! I have warned you multiple times about your actions against Talent Relations. You are a constant pain to our business as you continue to disrespect the authority that tries to benefit you in the long run. At Fifteen, I did what was necessary to ensure that we do not have anymore disruptions in the locker room, and in WCF generally. Last week, you broke that suspension, and even injured multiple security personnel.
Andre Holmes: I did?
K.L Henson: Damages to property that we had to pay for, multiple security personnel suing this company for an unsafe work environment all comes back to you. So on behalf of WCF Board of Directors...
Gravedigger: Yes K.L! Fire him!
K.L Henson: Thank you.
Grayson, and Andre look at each other confused.
Freddy Whoa: What? K.L is thanking Andre?
K.L Henson: Andre. Your suspension wasn't even official. I was too lazy to do the paperwork. I wanted to teach you a lesson about how fear works. You were worried that your job would be on the line, and how my name would cause you to shake. Andre, I enjoy watching you shake as you think of me because deep down inside, you know exactly that I am your only hope of even living a great life. You should be respecting me accordingly, and if you don't, your grace period is over.
Grayson Pierce: Don't listen to him, he doesn't mean anything what he says.
Mr. Holden: Be quiet sheep.
K.L Henson: Ah yes, Mr. Pierce. It's a shame you're here with Andre. Honestly, your story should have ended at One but you know what they say. You're just not good enough. So they settled for you two in the Tag division hoping you would be a success, and you are. Now, we have to remedy that. At Timebomb, we will beat you both, and become the new WCF Tag Team Champions, and if you think that the others matter well--
K.L Henson quickly dashes his microphone at Andre's head which throws him onto the canvas. Holden tackles Grayson onto the canvas, and a brawl starts out between all four men.
Zach Davis: A cheap shot by K.L Henson, and now all hell has broken loose.
Freddy Whoa: We need security to come in, and break them apart.
Grayson, and Andre are picked up by Henson, and Holden. Fortunately, Andre fires back with multiple elbow shots until kicking Henson through the ropes. Grayson struggles a little with Holden but manages to Superkick him in the head to knock him down onto the mat, and roll out of the ring The two men back up the entrance path, and the Tag Champions stand tall with their music playing after the brawl ended.
Gravedigger: Andre Holmes, and Grayson Pierce stand tall after being cheap shotted by K.L Henson, and Mr. Holden. Question is, can they hold their own at Timebomb like they did just now? We'll find out next week.
Last Resort by Papa Roach. "Rage Maxx emerges from the entrance slowly and stops and then looks from one side of the arena to the other. After this pause the energy quicks in and Maxx throws his arms in the air and his head straight back usually screaming something indiscernible, as Kyle Steel announces his arrival...
Kyle Steel: The next match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Allena! From Memphis, Tennesee, RAGE MAXXXXXXXXX!
Rage proceeds slowly albeit with high intensity slapping hands with fans. He then enters the ring ascending to the second turnbuckle and mouthing with fans."
Zach Davis: And Rage Maxx enters the ring in this three-way match that's about to get under way!
Freddy Whoa: He hasn't had much luck since his return, but he's hoping to turn it around right here!
Arena's lights start to flicker and dim until they are producing a faded yellow light that is associated with a old light bulb. Four Rustic Horses begins to Play as Mr. Holden walks out. The lights flicker as he makes his way to the ring. Kyle Steel announces his involvement in the upcoming match...
Kyle Steel: HIS OPPONENT, From SOMEWHERE ON THIS SHEEP-INFESTED PLANET!!! Weighing in at 215 pounds... MISTERRRRRRRRR... HOLDEN!!!!!
Mr. Holden walks down to the ring unphased by the crowd of the size of the moment. The emotionless man slides into the ring under the bottom rope and waits for his opponet. ( feel free to have him grab a mic and do a more aggressive Mr. Kennedy esce intro mof himself.)
Gravedigger: Now here's who's probably going to bring home the W! Dominant over the last few weeks, this guy has been!
Zach Davis: Except that run-in with Logan and Charon...
Freddy Whoa: That wasn't even a match, truth be told. But you had to bring that up? I got sick watching that!
Gravedigger: That was a goddamn travesty! But as far as REAL matches go, Holden has been unstoppable as of late!
Zach Davis: Never mind that he hasn't faced any actual talent as of late, but he has dominated everyone who has been put in front of him...
"BEHIND BLUE EYES" by The Who begins to play throughout the darkened arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate the arena along with theatrical smoke and fog sets the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show.
The Audience throughout the Arena stand in anticipation for what is about to be the "New" wrestling trend in the World Championship Federation.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only, "Dynamic Duo" in all of sports entertainment, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his personal bodyguard/valet, Ms. Miyamoto, stopping for a second, taking in the aura of the Arena, pose like fashion models on a catwalk, as Kyle Steel announces the arrival of Shadowlove...
Kyle Steel: AND THEIR OPPONENT!!! Being accompanied to the ring by MS. MIYAMOTO, and weighing in at 235 pounds of BLUE STEEL AND SEX APPEAL, "THE HANDSOME HALF-BREED" SHADOWLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!
The Audience throughout the Arena begin clicking away with their cameras like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere.
Ms. Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with "flirty" confidence as Shadowlove, a few steps behind her, enjoying the view. The "Dynamic Duo" make their way to the squared circle. Shadowlove slides into the ring like a snake. Ms. Miyamoto, with catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps and seductively enters the ring through the second rope.
The Audience (goes wild) chants: BREED! BREED! BREED!
"HER STRUT" by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band begins to play throughout the arena.
The Audience (grows more wild) chanting: OMG! OMFG! OMG! OMFG! OMG!
Shadowlove stands in the middle of the ring, spreads his arms straight out and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. Ms. Miyamoto, exuding fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around "The Handsome Half-breed", to a rousing Standing Ovation from the crowd. She lowers her RayBan sunglasses, showing off her incandescent green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, Shadowlove, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
The Audience appears to be. . . STUNNED SILENT!
Ms. Miyamoto cradles up against Shadowlove's body, caressing his muscular chest with her fingers, raises up her RayBan sunglasses with her middle finger. Shadowlove raises his head, with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair. He shows off his fighters face, with an ice cold stare which radiants from his blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth as he strips off the black leather trench-coat like a Chippendale's dancer.
The Audience (all at once): DING! DING!
Zach Davis: Well, that was drawn out...
Gravedigger: Ms. Miyamoto can find her way over here, now...
Freddy Whoa: No doubt! She's all sorts of fine!
Gravedigger: She ain't interested in your black ass! She wants this fine hunk of man right here!
Freddy Whoa: Why you gotta make this racial?
Zach Davis: And there's the opening bell, and this match is under way!
The bell sounds, as all three men circle the ring, trying to find an angle to attack someone from, while trying to maintain a defensive posture that cannot be easily taken advantage of. Each of them sneer and insult each other visibly in the ring, but no move is made by anybody right away. This prompts Gravedigger to say...
Gravedigger: What the hell is this? A dancing contest? SOMEBODY HIT SOMEBODY!!!
Shortly after the outburst, Mr. Holden manages to find an opening on Rage Maxx, who allows himself to get a little too deep into a corner, driving a knee into the midsection of Maxx, before executing a gutwrench suplex on Maxx that sends him into the middle of the ring. Shadowlove capitalizes on the fallen Rage with a fistdrop that looked to be a loaded fist, as Maxx responds more violently than usual from such a pedestrian move.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! And look at Rage Maxx taking punishment early in the match!
Gravedigger: Brutal fistdrop! Reminds me of my fistdrop, if I even used a fistdrop!
Zach Davis: And now both Holden and Shadowlove are both stomping away at Rage Maxx in the middle of the ring!
Gravedigger: Now it seems they're both going to continue this alliance with a DOUBLE SUPLEX!
Both men get up from the double team maneuver, before they both run the ropes. Shadowlove comes off the ropes with an elbow drop onto the fallen Maxx, while Holden stops short, and begins to stomp away at Shadowlove!!!
Freddy Whoa: So much for that alliance!
Gravedigger: And this is why Mr. Holden is the Cruiserweight Champion of the World! I couldn't have done that better myself!
Zach Davis: And Shadowlove gets pulled to his feet... DDT by Holden! The pinfall attempt on Shadowlove!
Freddy Whoa: And Shadowlove kicks out quick! Holden with a side headlock on Shadowlove...
Zach Davis: And Rage Maxx breaks that up with a stomp on Holden! He continues to stomp away on Holden now...
Gravedigger: Shadowlove rolls away, but now Rage is stomping away at him!
Zach Davis: Shadowlove fights his way to his feet, but now Rage looks to be hitting him with a cutter...
Gravedigger: And he hits NOTHING BUT AIR!!! SHADOWLOVE SHOVES HIM OFF!!!
Freddy Whoa: Rage is back on his feet...
Zach Davis: And right back down he goes! Holden with a Russian Legsweep from behind!
Gravedigger: And here's why Rage won't win, because he lacks focus inside of that ring in regards to his opponents. Holden and Shadowlove just picking him apart right here.
Zach Davis: Excellent insight!
Gravedigger: What? You think all I can do over here is make insults? Eat it, Davis!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! GO NINJA GO NINJA GO CATFIGHT!!!
Zach Davis: And Ms. Miyamoto cracks Mr. Holden a good one in the brainpan as the referee has his back turned!
Freddy Whoa: And Rage Maxx is getting to his feet...
Gravedigger: Not for long!
Zach Davis: THE DARK GIFT!!! AS HE POINTS TO MS. MIYAMOTO!!!
Freddy Whoa: The pin!!!
Freddy Whoa: Shadowlove wins it!
Shadowlove gets to his feet after getting his first win in the WCF and gets his arm raised.
As Slam cuts back from commercial, we find Andre Jenson, master of the mythical land of Kem, walking briskly through the arena lobby and talking on a cell phone.
Andre Jenson: Look, I know the arena owners would have liked to know beforehand. Worry not, the gnomes who man it will arrive Monday, and then they'll grasp my grand design. What do you mean they don't like to be called that? Well of course they'll have to wear the red hats! This conversation is over.
Andre turns off the phone and turns toward the camera.
Andre Jenson: What I wouldn't give for a spell of persuasion. But my strength must be reserved for tonight's match! And speaking of...
Andre opens the doors to the locker room and walks in to reveal... A fully stocked build-a-bear workshop! Andre walks in, nodding in approval.
Andre Jenson: Teo! The time has come, friend! The hour is upon us and time be short!
Indeed, at the back of the store, manning the stuffer for a small but excited crowd of children and parents is the People's Champion.
Teo del Sol: Boy, these machines are tricky! Here you go Billy, now make a wish!
Teo hands the child a goat that has been so overstuffed that it now resembles a basketball.
Teo del Sol: okay, next!
Andre Jenson: Teo!
Teo quickly stands up and jauntily strolls to Andre with a regal bow.
Teo del Sol: My liege.
Andre Jenson: Teo, I stand tonight before a terrifying challenge- The wicked Katherine Phoenix... Nay, such a description is not apt.
Teo del Sol: no?
Andre Jenson: Nay! For Ms. Phoenix has been... Possessed!
Teo del Sol: Possessed??
Andre Jenson: Indeed! And as the resident Teddy Bear expert, I require your expertise!
Teo del Sol: Of cou-Resident huh..?
Andre Jenson: Is Teo not the Aztec word for Teddy Bear?
Teo del Sol: Uhm...
Andre Jenson: Certainly I did not appoint an amateur to run this endeavor!
Teo del Sol: No! Never! Eh heh... Let's pick you out a bear. We have this one, it comes with a Teo Mask.
Andre Jenson: Afraid to show his face, is he?
Teo del Sol: If you saw it, you'd be afraid too. We also have this Beach Krew themed bear.
Andre Jenson: Is it supposed to smell like that?
Teo del Sol: You know the last one to leave with one of these said something about lightheadedness
Andre Jenson: A hex??
Teo del Sol: Probably a contact high. We also had a Dag Riddik frog, but someone bought them all and then burned them in the parking lot.
Andre Jenson: Teo! I have found it!
Teo del Sol: ....That one, sire? Art thou sure?
Andre Jenson: Absolutely. Trust your liege, I have done exorcisms before.
Teo del Sol: Wrestling is a great exercism!
Suddenly, the animal that Teo has left on the stuffer explodes horrifically, and the now terrified children begin screaming.
Teo del Sol: Oh yeah, off switch...
Andre Jenson: Fear not! I shall lay on hands, children, this bear shall live once more!
Slam cuts to the announcer's table as the two desperately fight the incoming wave of stuffing and terrified tears.
Gravedigger: Well. That just happened.
Freddie Whoa: I hope he saved a bear!
Gravedigger: No. Just. No.
Zach Davis: I'm sure they've got everything in hand, let's move on now folks.
Freddy Whoa: And we are back, ladies and gentlemen! More great action in store for tonight including this match right here.
A graphic appears on the screen showing Nagasaki and Cormack facing each other.
Zach Davis: Two of the hardest hitting titans are about to clash here tonight in what is looking like a nice, friendly rivalry for in ring supremacy! The world has been buzzing about this one tonight!
"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.
Gravedigger: Since when did Billy turn Asian?
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 the ring(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.
Freddy Whoa: We’re almost guaranteed a slugfest in this one!
DING DING DING!!!
Zach Davis: and we’re underway!
Nagasaki and Cormack size each other up, watching their opponents’ every move to look for a potential opening.
Freddy Whoa: Cormack going for the tie up now!
Zach Davis: And pushed back by Nagasaki!
Cormack gets back to his feet and goes for the tie up again.
Freddy Whoa: Cormack kicking away at Nagasaki’s legs now, trying whatever he can to get the big man to go down!
Nagasaki wraps his arms around Cormack, lifting him up as he rotates with his opponent held against him.
Zach Davis: Going for a belly to belly!
Freddy Whoa: Cormack landing on his feet though! He gets the feet planted and saves himself there!
Zach Davis: Nagasaki tightening his grasp once again!
Freddy Whoa: And there’s the belly to belly, successfully hitting it this time!
Zach Davis: It’s gonna take more than that!
Freddy Whoa: Not a bad idea to try to catch the opponent off guard though!
Nagasaki lifts Cormack back to his feet, wrapping his arms around him and lifting him up much higher now.
Zach Davis: Going for the bearhug!
Freddy Whoa: Cormack with the strikes to the the head though!
Nagasaki loosens his grip as Cormack drops to his feet. He rears back and runs at Nagasaki again.
Zach Davis: Clothesline!
Freddy Whoa: Nagasaki just barely wobbling!
Zach Davis: And another!
Freddy Whoa: Struggling to stay up now!
Zach Davis: A third clothesline and Nagasaki going over the top rope!
The two begin brawling on the outside as the referee begins his count.
Both men continue trading blows back and forth near the announce table.
Zach Davis: A real stalemate here!
Freddy Whoa: For sure! Neither of these men look to be able to gain much of an advantage over the other!
Zach Davis: When you put Cormack’s fight up against the gigantic force that is Nagasaki, it’s anyone’s game!
Nagasaki chops away at Cormack’s chest sending loud echoing through the arena.
Cormack gains his footing, throwing his arms over Nagasaki’s midsection.
Freddy Whoa: Knees to the gut from Cormack now!
Zach Davis: Nagasaki unsteady once again!
Cormack manages to get Nagasaki off his feet, running forward with him and crashing into the barricade.
Freddy Whoa: HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: THE COMBINED SIZE OF NAGASAKI AND CORMACK GO CRASHING THROUGH THE BARRICADE WITH A SICKENING THUD!
Freddy Whoa: This one could be over!
Zach Davis: I don’t see them getting up in time!
Both men stir slightly, trying to get to their feet.
DING DING DING!!!
Kyle Steel: Since neither man was able to get back in the ring before the ten count, this match has been declared a double countout!
Zach Davis: One thing is certain, these two definitely aren’t finished!
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam, in what has already been a classic night so far, and while we still have more action to come, right now I’m getting word one of the competitors booking in the Trilogy Cup is about to come out!
Indeed, “Lean On” hits the sound system as Tiffany White pops out from behind the curtain, already dressed in her ring gear for the nine man tag match later that night, a microphone in her hand. The crowd cheers her down the entrance ramp and into the ring.
Crowd: TIFF! TIFF! TIFF! TIFF!
Freddy Whoa: Tiffany White has begun getting a sizeable fandom here in the WCF ever since she was screwed out of her match with Chance Von Crank.
Gravedigger: Oh please, there wasn’t any guarantee she would’ve won that match, and besides, if beating him really is that easy then she should have no problem beating him at Timebomb.
Tiffany, now in the ring, brings the mic to her lips, but waits for the crowd to die down.
Tiffany White: Wassup San Antonio! How y’all doing tonight!
Hometown pop! Yay!
Tiffany White: Same. I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve been having a great week so far. Went down on the riverwalk earlier today, enjoyed some of the local culture, made sweet….SWEET love to some fine ladies I met down there….oh jeez, am I forgetting anything? Oh yeah, I got the chance to fucking SCRAMBLE Chance von Crank with a steel chair about a thousand fucking times!
Even bigger pop! The crowd HAAAAAAAAATES Chance, and are making it known tonight.
Tiffany White: Guys, have we reached a point where we can honestly just straight up say Chance will never beat me? I don’t think it’s even POSSIBLE for him to at this point. Shit, he won last Slam by pinning ole’ Veangie, he wasn’t able to get the job done on yours truly. What a bitch move, amiright?
Crowd: BITCH! BITCH!! BITCH! BITCH!
Tiffany White: Chance, I know you’re back there, and I know you hear these people, so why don’t you come do something about it, ya punkass!
“Broken” by Pantera hits over the loudspeakers. Tiffany waits patiently, never taking her eyes off the entrance way. Chance Von Crank struts out from behind the curtain causing the arena to fill with boos. Crank mocks the fans sitting closest to the stage.
Chance Von Crank: Tiffany… Tiffany… I owe you.
Chance struts across the stage after being cut off by massive boos.
Chance Von Crank: You think I can’t beat you? cVc can. You bet that sweet tight little ass you got cVc can beat you. I pinned Vengeance because I’m here to win. I’ve pinned more than my fair share of bitches down and you are next. You weaved those words together beautifully. I think it’s time I send you back to the kitchen. Do you want me to come down there and puncture a hole in one of your pussy walls? Wouldn’t be the first new asshole I had to tear for a stupid whore that didn’t know her place.
Tiffany White: Actually Chance, I’ll be honest, I didn’t pull you out here just to humiliate you once again...although it’s a sweet bonus if I’m being honest.
No, the reason I brought you here is to spice up our match at Timebomb. It’s the highest Tournament match on the card, so FUCK IT let’s go all out!
Chance looks at Tiffany, puzzled.
Tiffany White: Chance, the only reason our match at Fifteen isn’t listed as a W for me was because of interference by police. That doesn’t sit too well with me, as I’m sure you know. But lemme tell you this Chance....when it’s you against me...inside a fuckin STEEL CAGE...there won’t be ANYBODY to come to your aid.
HUGE pop from the crowd!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Talk about big changes, Tiffany wants the match to be a steel cage match!
Zach Davis: It only makes sense, none of the other matches have had the same blood feud behind them, this would no doubt put to rest once and for all which of these two are the better wrestler.
Among the cheers from the audience, “Master of Puppets” hits, and the cheers immediately turn to boos, as Seth comes out from the back.
Seth Lerch: Hold up hold up hold up...lemme get this straight Tiffany...you think you’re so special you can just fuckin say “Hey, let’s make this a steel cage match!” without my consent? HUH?
Tiffany White: Yeah, I don’t see why not.
Seth Lerch: Well missy, I have the final say when it comes to this stuff, and you know what?
Seth Lerch: I’m thinking you’re complaining about the Fifteen outcome is getting on my nerves. I’m tired of hearing about you bitching about it week in and week out!
Seth Lerch: But...if it’ll get you to stop bitching about it, and if it’ll get me more buys on the pay-per-view...then FUCK IT. You’ve got your cage match!
LOUD cheers from the audience. Tiffany stands in the ring smiling from cheek-to-cheek.
Chance Von Crank struts across the stage rubbing his mustache with his left hand. He turns to walk back across before he stops and faces the ring once again. He slowly tilts the microphone up to his mouth.
Chance Von Crank: Tiffany… All I do is win and win. Hell the only match I have lost was when you pinned a stupid blogger while I wasn’t looking. I want to be locked in a cage with you. The Shock N’ Rolla can violate you in any way he see’s fit then. I want to violate you in such a way that you give up wrestling altogether. You don’t belong here and I have said that all along. When that cage door locks and you realize just how fucked you are… There will be no escape. There will be no mercy to be found in that steel structure from cVc. You will pray for me to stop but just like a rape, I’ll be too busy getting mine to listen. I want to touch you like your dad use to... And I will. I accept.
Chance drops the mic to massive boos. Seth is in shock at what cVc just said. The crowd is livid. Crank shoots a sly grin towards White from the stage before walking back behind the curtain.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is for the WCF Television Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana and weighing 205 pounds, CJ Phoenix!
”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.
Freddy Whoa: CJ Phoenix earned the opportunity to become Number One Contender for the Television Title at the last Slam broadcast. Now, two weeks later, he’s got his chance to win Championship Gold.
Zach Davis: It’s been fairly quiet from the Phoenix camp this week; no doubt he’s focusing on this, the biggest match in his fledgling WCF career.
Gravedigger: Phoenix has a reputation as someone who likes to play mind games with the opposition. His silence is probably him trying to psyche his opponent out.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, weighing in at 270 pounds and hailing from Grant, Iowa, Stuart Slane!
“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 he makes awkward attempts to engage the crowd, waving, giving a thumbs up gesture, and so on.
Zach Davis: Stuart Slane has been impressive since his latest return to the Wrestling Championship Federation. He won the Television Championship a little over a month ago, and defended it against some notable competition.
Gravedigger: He’s done alright for himself this time, but any would be Slaneiacs out there need to remember this guy’s history. He’ll spit the bit eventually; he always does.
Freddy Whoa: I think you’re- Whoa!!!!!
A child in a Teo Del Sol mask Stuart had stopped to shake hands with pulls out a paint can and sprays the TV Champ directly in the eyes!
Gravedigger: Ahahahaha! That kid just tagged Slane!
Stu stumbles back and falls on the ramp, wildly clutching at his eyes. His assailant jumps the guardrail and takes off his mask, revealing-
Gravedigger: A midget! Even better!!
Zach Davis: That mid- little- person has a name, GD! He’s WCF superstar Little Green Man!
LGM starts putting the boots to the blinded Slane. Soon other figures rush out from behind the stage to join him.
Gravedigger: How the hell do you know all these jobbers, Freddy?
As the crowd boos Kim and Squatting Horse pull up Slane whose face is covered with blue paint. Little Green Man and Andre the Pliant begin chopping away at him simultaneously.
Zach Davis: Slane looks out of it. Someone needs to get out here and stop this!
Andre has grabbed Stu by his azure cheeks and is screaming at him when CJ Phoenix intervenes. He rushes at the scrum and cracks Andre across the back with a steel chair. The next shot comes right down on top of Little Green Man’s head!
Freddy Whoa: And CJ Phoenix makes the save!
Squatting Horse and Dong-Wang Kim drop Slane and retreat after some wild swings from the Number One Contender. Andre the Pliant high tails it as well, grabbing up the unconscious Little Green Man to take with him.
Zach Davis: What was that all about?
Freddy Whoa: It makes no sense to me why those men would target Stuart Slane. We might have to look elsewhere for answers to this brutal assault.
The referee and one of WCF’s medical staff join Phoenix and Slane on the floor by the ramp. They’ve taken the chair and propped Stu on it. The doctor asks the TV Champ something, and he shakes his head. The referee then looks across to the Kyle Steel and repeats the gesture.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, by doctor’s order the Television Championship Match has been cancelled!
Muted boos from the crowd. CJ Phoenix is clearly disappointed. He goes and picks up the TV Title belt and studies it.
Gravedigger: What a crock! There’s no reason not to have this match. If Slane can’t tough out a beatdown from a few jobbers he doesn’t deserve to be Television Champion.
Zach Davis: GD, we have no idea the extent of Stuart Slane’s injuries. No one does. Plus that paint could be affecting his vision!
Stuart seems in good enough condition to be able to stand without assistance. CJ Phoenix moves to face off with him. There’s a tense moment, words are spoken, but then the pair fumble through a handshake, eliciting a relieved pop from the fans. Phoenix then hands the title off to the referee, but not before pointing to it and then himself.
The scene changes to the ringside area, where the crowd explodes as the opening riff to kickstart my heart echoes through the arena. The camera hangs on the entrance ramp a few moments before panning out to the crowd, where a commotion can be seen as Teo del Sol appears in the crowd, high fiving and taking pictures with the fans.
Zach Davis: The People's Champion is in the building!
Teo finally grabs a microphone, waving the fans to let him speak as he grins happily.
Teo del Sol: Ladies and Gentlemen it is great to be back in Texas! How y'all enjoyin' this show in here?
The crowd pops, welcoming the hometown hero and offering chants of "WCF"
Teo del Sol: I tell you what, ain't no one can make a boy feel welcome quite like texas. So! I'll keep this quick so we can go back to the greatest wrestling show on earth!
The crowd roars and chants "Teo!" So the luchador stops to bow like an actor at curtain call.
Teo del Sol: Now, at Timebomb yours truly has had the honor of being chosen for the trilogy cup wild card battle royal. It goes without saying that this can be match of the night.
But if I am competing in that battle royal, some have been asking, then what about this?
Teo holds the People's championship high over his head and the crowd offers more applause.
Teo del Sol: Now it is true that this Wednesday the People's title will be on the line, and it is true that no Title Match has been booked yet for Timebomb.
But I am nothing if not a fighting champion! Thus I give you now my solemn vow that even though I am going to compete in the Trilogy cup, there will be a People's Title match this Sunday!
The crowd explodes at this announcement and Teo nods his head in response.
Zach Davis: Did you hear that?
Freddy Whoa: Yeah! Teo just guaranteed a People's Title Match for Timebomb, even if he has to fight twice in one night!
Gravedigger: But don't forget this Wednesday, he'll have to put that belt up against Johnny Rabid.
Zach Davis: Potentially three title defenses in one month! Teo is definitely keeping busy!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Imaginary" by Evanescence 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.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 134 pounds.... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times taking the time check out her surroundings. She then runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and bouncing up onto the ring apron, glancing over at the crowd but still not really paying them much attention. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth waiting for her opponent.
Kyle Steel: And the challenger....
A deep voice booms from the PA system "In the world of the fantasy land of Kem begot a new type of warrior, one which was created from the fires of the star Elume and forged in the great battles of the third age. A warrior so daring and so brave that King Dennis the maker himself would try to destroy him and fail. This man is more than man, he is legend"
Big Blue Dress by Cranius begins to play as mist slowly rolls up the entrance ramp while Andre Jenson appears from behind the curtain. Andre looks around to the crowd with a huge smile, waving to both the left and right side of the ramp. He then puts his hand up and goes back to fetch his magnificent horse!
His horse is one of those stage broom gallopers, with a little burlap sack attached to it. He starts "riding" the horse to the ring after insisting a stage hand follows him, bashing two halves of a coconut together.
Kyle Steel: From The fantastical island of Kem… weighing in at 205 pounds… he is ANDRE JENSON!!!
Before Andre enters the ring he places the burlap sack down on top of the ringside beer cooler. He enters the ring after looking underneath it, then he finds what he's looking for, a small money pouch before rolling under the bottom rope. Andre turns to the crowd and doing a very manly fist pump. He shakes the referee's hand, forearm to forearm.
DING DING DING!!!
Zach Davis: And this thing is underway!
Katherine just stands opposite Andre Jenson not really sure how to approach this match, Andre pulls a couple of dice out of the pouch and rolls them. He looks at them appraisingly before smiling. Katherine just looks down at the dice and then back up at Andre, not really knowing what to make of what he just did.
Freddy Whoa: Well we’re barely one minute into this match and Andre has apparently already confused Katherine with his dice.
Gravedigger: Of course he has, the girl is an idiot plain and simple.
Zach Davis: I… I think Katherine thinks she needs to roll the dice too.
Sure enough Katherine reaches down and picks up the dice Andre had just thrown. Katherine looks down at the dice to see that they had landed on a 5 and a 3… she has no idea what this means and shrugs her shoulders at Andre hoping he’ll help her out here.
Freddy Whoa: Did Katherine really just ask him what those numbers meant?
Zach Davis: Errrrrrrrr it’d seem that she did, yes.
Gravedigger: Oh my god this is so boring. Can you two idiots just fight already! We want to see a fight not some fucking dungeons and dragons game!
Freddy Whoa: Digger! Language!
Zach Davis: Oh it looks like Andre is stepping out of the ring for a second. What’s he doing? He’s opening the ringside cooler…
Freddy Whoa: Oh he’s getting one of those potions which make him hulk up! Does Kat know that? She’s still just standing there watching him…
Gravedigger: Who cares hopefully him drinking that will finally get this thing going…
Outside the ring Andre downs the potion and immediately clenches his fists and dives back into the ring and charges after Katherine. Andre pushes Katherine into the turnbuckle and unleashed a bunch of hard left and rights all over her body. Katherine desperately tries to cover up to stop herself from getting hit and eventually just lashes out and pushes Andre HARD across the ring causing him to fall down backwards.
Zach Davis: Finally Katherine retaliates!!!
Gravedigger: Oh god the idiot is yelling at Andre to try and get him to tell her what her numbers meant… just kick his ass you stupid bitch. Who cares what the numbers meant!
Freddy Whoa: I… I don’t think Kat realizes that this is just an ordinary match…
Andre jumps back up onto his feet and charges at Kat again booting her in her gut and hitting her with a DDT. Katherine collapses onto the floor and Andre goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: No! Katherine kicks out!
Gravedigger: You know what? Just wake me up when this shit is over. It’s ridiculous.
Andre goes to pick Katherine up off the canvas but Katherine shoves him away once again, grabbing at her hair getting angrier and angrier. Katherine looks like she is FINALLY about to snap and go after Andre, but before she does Andre pulls his wand out of his pocket and zaps her right in her face. Katherine immediately grasps at her face and falls backwards against the ropes still holding her face. Katherine collapses onto the canvas and lays motionless as Andre walks over to her to investigate.
Freddy Whoa: What was that?! What did Andre just do to Kat?
Zach Davis: I… I have no idea…
Andre grabs his dice again and throws them checking them out before smiling to himself and walking over to the turnbuckle. Andre climbs the turnbuckle and looks at Kats downed body again but again rolls his dice to see what he should do…
Gravedigger: What is he doing?! Just jump already you idiot!
Zach Davis: Errrrrrrr I believe he is looking at his dice to see what he should do…
Andre sets his sights onto Kat and steadies himself ready to jump… but he accidentally loses his footing and falls off of the turnbuckle and crashes down onto the canvas. Luckily he does manage to hit Kat slightly though as he falls down onto the mat.
Zach Davis: I guess they weren’t good numbers?
Freddy Whoa: I guess not.
Katherine is finally starting to come to as she slowly pushes herself up off the floor, using the ropes to keep her balance. She turns her attention onto Andre who is still laying on the canvas but just before Kat is about to grab him he rolls out of the ring again and attempts to pull himself together outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: Brilliant ring awareness by Andre Jenson there
Gravedigger: Oh don’t give me that crap, he’s being a coward nothing more.
Freddy Whoa: What’s he doing now? He’s going to that burlap sack he brought down to the ring earlier. I wonder what’s in there?
Outside of the ring Andre can be seen undoing the sack as Katherine watches on from within the ring. A massive smile quickly spreads across Kats face as outside Andre pulls an extremely adorable teddy bear out of his sack, the bear is dressed up as a wizard just to make him extra cute.
Zach Davis: Well… Katherine seems over the moon with the bear Andre has for her. I don’t think shes going to beat the hell out of him any time soon unfortunately for you, Digger.
Gravedigger: Yeah this match is just complete bullshit and a waste of my time.
Andre finally jumps back into the ring with the bear in his hands and hands it over to Kat, who bounces up and down super excitedly and grabs Andre in a massive hug to thank him for the gift.
Gravedigger: Would these two just hurry up and make out already!
Zach Davis: Errrrrrrrrr I wouldn’t speak too soon if I were you…
Gravedigger: What are you talking about?
Freddy Whoa: Look at Andres arms! They’ve gone limp and Kat is still squeezing him… do you think she even knows that she’s hurting him right now?
Gravedigger: I doubt it, the girl is fucking crazy.
In the middle of the ring Katherine just continues to squeeze the life right out of Andre, just crushing him between her arms. The referee notices that Andre has passed out and calls for the bell. Katherine looks at the referee extremely confused as she finally lets go of Andre and he falls down onto the mat.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner… KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Zach Davis: Well… Katherine Phoenix won the match but she doesn’t look like shes happy at all right now.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah I guess she really has turned over a new leaf…
In the ring Katherine is seen tending to Andre and making sure he was alright. Obviously she didn’t mean to hurt him when she hugged him and thus accidentally won the match for herself. Katherine helps Andre up off the mat and gives him another cuddle but makes sure she is more gentle this time and goes to walk off, but before she does Andre grabs her by her arm and turns her around.
Gravedigger: Oh what is this? Please tell me he’s about to attack her… please?!
Zach Davis: Ummmmm he’s asking for a microphone so no I don’t think he’s going to do that, Digger.
Finally one of the ring side crew members hands Andre a microphone as he pulls out another one of his potions out of his pocket. Andre passes the potion over to Katherine before saying…
Andre Jenson: Katherine, everything you need to be a better person is in your possession. It's up to you now.
”Imaginary” by Evanescence plays as Andre and Katherine once again embrace in the middle of the ring. Before the wrestlers exit the ring, Katherine takes one last look around the arena to see that every single fan there for the first time in her career was actually cheering her. A single tear rolls down her face as she smiles nicely to everyone.
Zach Davis: That’s what I like to see, a match which not only ends on a good note but for them to also show sportsmanship like that.
Freddy Whoa: I agree, Katherine is obviously trying really hard to change for the better here… I just hope everything works out well for her.
Gravedigger: That match was complete bullshit and whether a heel or a face Katherine Phoenix will always be a nutjob so I don’t care either way.
Zach Davis: Digger why do you always have to be so negative?
Gravedigger: Oh shut up.
Zach Davis: Our next match should be interesting, and likely quite violent, as DeMarcus Jordan seeks some measure of revenge against Scathe, over the Darkitecht's post-match assault on Bonnie Blue.
"#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 abot his opponent. He walks up the steps and steps in the ring, he does another pose as his music dies out.
Zach Davis: Here we have DeMarcus Jordan; a young man with a rather unorthodox fighting style. Will it be enough to get him a win over his opponent this week?
Gravedigger: Considering his opponent is a guy last seen being beaten by a tiny woman, I'm pretty sure the answer is yes.
Freddy Whoa: Let's not forget what Scathe did to Bonnie after the match.
Gravedigger: Yeah, that was the only thing that redeemed him in my eyes.
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. The vocals kick in, signalling Scathe's approach, but no one appears on the stage. After a few more moments, the music dies down, leaving a confused buzzing from the crowd. "Just Run" starts up again, but once more no Scathe appears, and the music peters out.
Gravedigger: Figures. Punk's probably hiding in shame. As well he should.
Zach Davis: There's no shame in losing to Bonnie Blue; she's one heck of an athlete.
Gravedigger: Of course you'd say that. The only thing more shameful than being beaten by a woman, is being you.
In the ring, DeMarcus goes from looking focused and ready, to being relaxed, if confused. The referee converses with Kyle Steel for a few moments, and Steel fetches a microphone.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a forfeit, here is your winner, DeMarcus Jordan!
Gravedigger: The hell is this?
Zach Davis: I hate to say it, but maybe you were right about-- LOOK OUT!
Scathe rolls out from under the ring right by the announce table, then slides into the ring behind DeMarcus. In the midst of a half-hearted celebration, Jordan turns around as Scathe charges at him. The Darkitecht levels DeMarcus with a spear, then uses the mounted position to begin assaulting him with a barrage of crowbar-filled fists. The referee steps in to try prying Scathe off Jordan, but the Darkitecht isn't having any of it. Scathe relents on his own, then drops his crowbar as he stands to face the referee. The official cowers away, but isn't fast enough to avoid Scathe's hand striking like a viper to catch him by the throat. One chokeslam later, and Scathe is alone in the ring with DeMarcus. To his credit, Jordan regains his feet, though he's clearly not too sure where he is.
Zach Davis: Oh, this can't be good.
Gravedigger: Yeah, for DeMarcus.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That big boot just knocked DeMarcus right out of the ring! I think that classifies as a hate crime!
The Darkitecht follows Jordan down to the floor, then pulls the semi-conscious man to his feet. Scathe drives DeMarcus into the thinly padded concrete floor with the Blood Shot, then drags him back up. An Irish whip sends Jordan shoulder first into the steel ring steps, knocking them loose. Scathe lifts the somewhat limp form of DeMarcus up into a hanging suplex, then twists out and drops Jordan onto the steel steps with a Brainbuster. Before the Darkitecht can continue his assault, a swarm of security and EMTs appear as if by magic. Security holds Scathe at bay, though not without a few losses, while the EMTs load DeMarcus onto a gurney, and scurry back up the ramp.
Gravedigger: You know what? I take it all back. This Scathe guy clearly doesn't care about winning or losing; seems he's got some sort of grudge against the members of Rebellution. All in all, I think I like him.
Zach Davis: Why does that not surprise me?
Scathe manages to extricate himself from the mob of black shirts surrounding him and takes off toward the back, presumably in pursuit of DeMarcus.
We cut to behind the gorilla curtain as we see the two teams warming up the first of two six man bouts tonight!
Team One: #Beachkrew.
Wade and Kemp are drinking a Pina Colada and a large Bloody Mary between them. Both drinks are served in tall classes with large Pink Umbrella's. Rabid has a glass of still water, he simply stares into the camera as the other two members of #beachkrew enjoy their drinks and give the camera an enthusiastic thumbs up!
Zach Davis: Hashtag Beachkrew looking confident tonight, Digger.
Gravedigger: That's #beachkrew, you moron. And why shouldn't they be confident? They're back to top strength. They have the 6ix God on deck! Seriously, in all honesty, Zac. Have you ever seen a more powerful group than these?
Zach Davis: Well, maybe Panth--
Gravedigger: Who ran the WCF? Was that Pantheon? Nope, jizz mopper. #Beachkrew ran the WseaF! And mark my words, Zac, they will again! Now, where the fuck are these so called “opponents” they're facing tonight?
Team Two: The Starr Gentlemen.
On the opposite side of the jumbo tron, a second tunnel has been cordoned off for tonight's six man matches. Here we see Lucious Starr and a rather drunk looking Raymond Hatcher. Hatcher tries to high five Lucy, who just bails on the enterprise at the last second, leaving Hatcher hanging, Hatcher just wobbles there; not knowing what to do next as Lucious has his head in his hands... this could be a long night for Starr.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Child's Voice- He is One Sick Bastard!
Crowd- Your a sick Bastard!
The arena goes pitch black. Short bursts of green, white, and orange strobe lights flash multiple times and then stop. A single green light hits the entrance filtering threw the smoke "Don't get in my way" by Zack Hemsey starts playing and the jumbotron reads "One Sick Bastard"
But instead of appearing with his teammates; The Dark Messiah, Adam Young, climbs over a nearby barrier and arrives at the announce table, he glares with those bug mean boggle eyes at Freddy, who simply has no choice but to comply, Freddy steps aside and hands over the microphone and headset to the now on color commentary Ultimate Heel.
Adam just glares at Digger. Those big boggle eyes of the villain look like they're about to fire laser beams.
Gravedigger: We got a problem?
Adam says nothing, spits tobacco juice into Freddy's cup and leans back in his chair as--
Riff Raff's Aqua berry Dolphin hits as out walks Wade Moor, Kyle Kemp and Johnny Rabid; the threesome are greeted by a cacophony of boos as they salter down the ramp at a leisurely pace, Wade grins manically as Rabid and Kemp flip off the crowd and rip up a Rebellution sign between them.
Zach Davis: They look focused now.
Gravedigger: They're all about the focus, Zac! That's there---
Adam Young: Bunch of pussy ass faggot bitches. They need ta be schooled. Whats this Liberace fag shit I'm listening too?
Zach Davis: It's Riff Raff!
Digger stares at Adam
Adam Young: And what? AND WHAT?
A beat of tension.
Gravedigger: So Adam...why are here here with us? Why aren't you fighting out there with your tag partners?
Adam Young: See this (Adam points at his skull) this here contains over fifteen years of experience. This here is a brain designed and built to fathom out and destroy all those that cross the path of the Dark Messiah. My superhuman capacity to understand this business is tellin' me that this Wednesday night is MY TIME; and no pussy ass faggot brigade is gonna get between me and that World heavyweight title, you understand me...essay?
Gravedigger: Fifteen years huh?
Adam Young: Fifteen years, you go a problem?
Gravedigger: Problem? No, just impressed you could count that high, “redneck”.
Digger and Adam exchange mean stares as a casual swipe from Rabid's hand knocks off Adam's headset, Adam stands enraged as a grinning ripper climbs inside the ring and flips off the villain.
Adam Young: That English muffin fag better watch his manners!
Zach Davis: Adam! Please!
"The Greatest" by Futuristic hits the PA, pyros flying in all directions as the word 'underrated' finishes. Lucious Start with a rather less than sober Raymond Hatcher walk out from backstage, surveying the crowd. Lucy nods at Hatcher, pointing to the ring. Lucy starts running down the ramp, slapping his chest and pointing out to the crowd. Hatcher tries to follow suit but almost trips over his own feet.
Adam Young: See? This is why am here, Davis! My ultimate wrestling brain knows when it's time to cut it's losses. Raymond Hatcher is a drunk! WCF Galaxy you've all be wondering for about three weeks now is Adam Young going to resign with WCF or not. I'm not going to give you that answer here tonight. Instead I'm going to let everyone around the World know that on 2-24-2016 you will get your answer. Seth your going to have to wait until then to see what I do. My mind is already made up and that contract is signed and will be revealed that night. So Fuck The World it's all about Adam Young. Run Rabbit Run.
Lucy reaches the bottom of the ramp, stopping to take in the cheers for a moment. A deep breath, and he jumps up to the apron (a LA Lesnar). He then hops up over the top rope, running to the nearest turnbuckle, saluting and waving to the crowd. He drops, waiting for his partner to arrive. Raymond runs down the ramp, almost forgetting to stop. Then, something catches his eye--
THE ICE COOLER
Raymond cracks it open and grabs a cool one. Adam jumps up from his seat and throws Raymond into the center of the ring as the bell sounds to commence the match. Adam picks up the dropped beer and shotguns it. Adam then points once more at his ultimate wrestling brain before sitting back down in his announcer's chair.
IN THE RING:
Lucy and Wade to start: Lucy with hard right as Wade staggers for a moment, regains his footing and delivers a few shots back in return. Clothesline by Wade, ducked by Lucy, who throws himself against the opposite ring ropes and uses the extra momentum to bounce back with a springboard forearm smash, catching Wade and going for the quick cover!
KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITY by Wade, who rubs his chin and grins manically at the tenacity and fight of Starr. Wade waves Starr on who looks over at Hatcher, clearly not in any condition to compete.
Zach Davis: Lucious has little choice tonight! He's going to have to take on the might of #beachkrew!
Lucy storms forward and goes for a running DDT, countered into a Samoan drop by Wade who tags in Rabid. Rabid jumps over the ropes and lands an elbow drop.. Follows that up with a standing star press, tagging in Kemp. Kemp with rapid fire knee drops to Starr's head and face and he pins Starr as the count begins...
Kick-out by Lucious! Crowd getting behind the Starr-man as he rolls out of the ring to regroup. Kemp following, launching himself at Lucy, who ducks and rams Kemp's head into the barricade!
Zach Davis: Veteran move there by Lucy!
Gravedigger: That's the one thing he has going for him now.
Ref up to a count of six as Lucy rolls back inside the ring, Kemp follows suit but is kicked off the apron by Starr as the ref continues to count...eight...nine now.
Nine and a half...
Kemp back in as the crowd sighs. Belly to belly suplex by Kemp on Lucy. Follows that up with stiff kicks to the abdomen. Lucy again rolls out to the outside as a bemused (and quite drunk) Hatcher calls for the tag.
Zach Davis: Lucious may have no choice!
Adam Young: Yeah, tag that drunk in, ya mascara wearin' fairy!
Lucious tags in Raymond as he goes over and flips Adam off! Lucy and Adam trading hard rights and lefts now as a Drunk Raymond is caught by a wave of violent moves in quick succession. DDT...neckbreaker....high lift spinebustah!
Wade is the legal man now as he goes for the cover on Hatcher...
Zach Davis: Hatcher's double tough, Digger! Digger?
Digger is jaw jacking on Adam as Lucy is catching the world heavyweight challenger under the chin with some serious blows as Adam staggers. Adam counters on Lucy with a low kick to the groin as the crowd drop MAASSIVE HEAT on Adam Young. Young sits back in his seat, once again gesturing to his ultimate wrestling brain. He puts on his headset.
Adam Young: And what? AND WHAT?
BACK IN THE RING:
Raymond is Irish whipped into Wade Moor's waiting big boot by Kyle, Hatcher staggers, turns, and is caught by a "Show off" (a Flapjack dropped into a Hangman on the ropes) by Kyle Kemp, Rabid hits a delayed choke-slam that draws “ooos” from the crowd. Rabid curtsies to the booing crowd as Rabid gestures to Wade to pin Raymond and end the misery. Kemp and Rabid leave the ring to get this match back to being a legal contest.
Wade with the pin.
Breakup by Lucious Starr!
Starr tags himself in and hits #beachkrew with FISTS OF FYRE! Kemp and Rabid flying off the ring post now as Lucy goes for the Hell's Wraith on Wade Moor!
Zach Davis: That's a torture rack into a Fireman's slam. Don't do it, Lucy! Go for the roll up!
Gravedigger: Shut your mouth, Davis!
Lucy screams as he manages to lift Wade up. Wade is in obvious pain, he's close to submitting!
Zach Davis: So close, Lucy! Hold on! HOLD ON!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Rabid cannons inside the ring as Wade manages to bicycle kick his way out of the Torture rack!
Zach Davis: KINGDOM DESTROYER! KINGDOM DESTROYER! DAMN IT, NO! NOT THIS WAY!
Rabid rolls out of the ring as Lucy is out cold. Wade drags Lucy to his feet and hits the Brosideon punch to add the exclamation mark and the pin.
Zach Davis: Lucious was robbed! In a fair situation he would have won this!
Massive heat from the crowd as Riff Raff's Aquaberry Dolphin begins to play. #Beachkrew take a sarcastic bow as they're pelted with paper cups and fliers. They flip off the crowd and exit the ring.
After a few moments Lucy comes to. He's obviously upset at the result and rolls out of the ring. The crowd however give him a STANDING OVATION!
Zach Davis: Massive respect earned here tonight for the Hades Avenger. No matter the result, Lucious Starr has well and truly arrived here in the WCF! But there it is, Beach Krew with the victory and walking out having embarrassed Adam Young and company just a few days before his World Title match this Wednesday night.
Freddy Whoa: This is no way to build momentum, taking a loss in a tag match or any match.
The Krew begins vacating the area as Raymond Hatcher slaps the ring apron in frustration. He stumbles over to the beer cooler again and grabs a bottle of beer from it. He rolls back into the ring overlooking a fallen Adam Young. Hatcher opens the beer bottle and pours it on Adam's face, the liquid hitting his nostrils wakes him up from his slumber. Young shakes off the beer like a dog after a bath before Hatcher throws out a hand helping him back to his feet.
CRASH! Hatcher smashes the bottle across Young’s head sending shattered pieces flying through the air.
Zach Davis: Shit! What’s that all about?
Young begins to collapse to the mat, but is kept up by Hatcher who yanks him in for a Brain Buster, Hatcher holds Young’s body up in the air for quite some time before spiking him hard to the canvas.
Zach Davis: It looks like this is the end of The Outlaw Gentlemen?
Freddy Whoa: It should have ended sooner if you ask me.
Hatcher walks over to the ropes and calls for a microphone a call Kyle Steel answers. Hatcher slowly walks back over to Young’s body, he shakes his head with a nasty sneer on his face. He then walks over to the nearest corner and hops up to the second rope taking a seat on the top turnbuckle. He begins stroking his chin still staring at Adam Young.
Raymond Hatcher: So when you wake up tomorrow morning, and you’re asking yourself why, you can go back and watch this tape to understand. Shit! You can go back and watch our whole history as a tag team and understand why. Ever since I attached myself to you, my career has gone down the fucking drain. Losing to fucking Lilith, fucking Lilith that's a new low for me! That’s what being associated with you does to people. You bring out the worst in everyone and everything you touch. I could have been a TV Champ by now, but no, you lost that for us. We could be tag team champions right now, but no, you had to get dropped in a fucking dumpster, a dumpster we brought to the ring you silly fuck. It was actually probably the most appropriate place for you to be. The piece of trash you are. You’re an inbred arrogant prick. You call me lazy, you dare to call me lazy. I’ve done more work in my sleep than you’ve done in your lifetime. See I could sit here and issue some challenge to you to settle this in the ring, but there wouldn’t be any challenge, and everyone knows it. Do you think in your little mind that you could ever best me in anything? Your biggest claim to fame around here was beating Joey Flash, well, I beat Joey Flash too, I beat him and Celeste at the same fucking time. You know what you’ve done now, big mouth, you’ve fucked up the best thing you’ve ever had. You were a God damn charity case, plus an easy way for me to squeeze into the TLC match at One and bring some gold home, but of course you had to fuck that up too. Don’t let me ever see you in this ring with me again. Hell don’t let me even see your ass in the lockerroom, the parking lot, the fucking gym. Do yourself a favor and head back south to that hick backwards ass town you come from, get back in bed with your sister and keep my fucking name out of your mouth. You understand me…boy?
Hatcher lets the microphone just drop from his hand.
Freddy Whoa: Well, Hatcher telling us how he feels and for the first time I’d have to agree with pretty much everything he said.
Hatcher hops down from the ropes and climbs out of the ring. He heads back over to the cooler, this time picking the entire thing up. We see Gravedigger vacates the commentary table and quickly grabs a hold of the cooler keeping Hatcher from running off with it. Hatcher struggles for a few seconds with Gravedigger who is asking his drunk ass to just take one, finally Hatcher relents and reaches into the cooler screaming.
Raymond Hatcher: Fuck you, I’m taking two!
Gravedigger shakes his head at the childish nature of his response. Hatcher clutches his beers tightly as he heads up the ramp to the back leaving Adam Young lifeless in the ring.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to SLAM! Next up we have a huge match up scheduled.
Freddy Whoa: Good ole’ 9 person mixed trios match up.
Gravedigger: Here comes CORE!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first… Hailing from Albany NEW YORK! THE Headmaster Bernard CORRRRRREE!
Upon entering the arena, Core stops at the top of the aisle with his hands behind his back and looks around the arena. He walks slowly and reservedly to the ring looking at the ignorant fans with disdain. Following behind are Jeffrey Cornelius, who carries an American flag attached to a steel pole, and Dean Wolf.
Freddy Whoa: The Headmaster looks ready to go.
"Suicide Penguin" by Schizoid Lloyd plays over the sound system. Benjamin emerges onto the entrance ramp, staring with a fixed focus on the ring as he descends the stage.
Kyle Steele: Making his way to the ring, reigning from St. Paul, Minnesota; "God Given Greatness" BENJAMIN ATREYU!
Zach Davis: Atreyu looks ready to roll. He will partner with Core.
Benjamin climbs the ring steps before slipping between the top and middle rope. Without fan fare, he moves to his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes their partner, VENGEANCE!
“The Vengeful One” By Disturbed hits throughout.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… Weighing in at three hundred and twenty five pounds!!! VENGEANCE!
Gravedigger: Vengeance is huge. Three hundred and twenty five pounds. Atreyu and Core both look pleased to have him part of the trios team.
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 approaches the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance stands there looking at the camera the arena lights slowly turn on.
Zach Davis: Vengeance will be look for redemption here after being pinned in his last match on SLAM.
Freddy Whoa: That’s ancient history now. He looks ready.
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..."
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
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.
Gravedigger: The People’s Champion has arrived!
Zach Davis: That’s a beautiful belt.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… Hailing from Houston TEXAS! HE IS YOUR WCF PEOPLES CHAMPIONNNN…. TEO DEL SOLLLLL!!!
Freddy Whoa: Three title holders are in this match. Ofcourse, ZMAC holds two.
"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.
Gravedigger: White looks pissed off tonight. She and that Pixie gave cVc the beating of his life last sunday.
Freddy Whoa: Last Sunday is a bit hazy to everyone but I do remember that.
Zach Davis: White will be looking to build on that here tonight.
Kyle Steel: Now making her way to the ring… Hailing from Las Vegas, NEVADAHHHHH! TIFFFFANNNY WHITE!
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
Zach Davis: Many champions in one match.
Kyle Steel: Now on his way to the ring… He hails from Brooklyn, NY!!! He is your UNITED STATES CHAMPION!!!! MIKKKKEEEYYY EXTREEEEMMME!
A shotgun cocks then blasts across the speakers throughout. Chance Von Crank’s voice then booms right after. The words are traced across the big screen…
“SHOCK N’ ROLLA”
“HERE 2 SHOW YA…”
“COCKED BACK AND FKN LOADED!”
“Chance. Von.. CRANK!”
♫ ”I’m Broken” by Pantera ♫
Zach Davis: Here comes the devil. He is the only man I have ever seen make it his personal quest to have his own baby aborted. I am almost at a loss of words for this man.
Gravedigger: He’s a genius with marketing. Look around Davis… it’s cool to like cVc because he is so damn vulgar and violent. Most are booing but look at the younger ones.
Freddy Whoa: Don’t buy into it, kids.
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.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… He is THE TRAILER PARK PRODIGY! CHANCE! VON! CRANK!
Gravedigger: cVc is already mocking White.
Skrillex and Diplo’s “Where are U Now” hits, then a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it. He enters the light, points to the crowd on the left and then to the crowd on the right. He then points with both hands at the opponent in the ring, he looks and walks straight ahead, scowling at his partner, cVc.
Zach Davis: Beaver appears to not like his partner.
Freddy Whoa: Do you think he likes anyone really?
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… Haling from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! DUSSSSTTTTIIIIN BEEEEAAAAVER!
Gravedigger: HERE COMES ZMAC!
" 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. 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: He now has two belts.
Gravedigger: ZMAC has it all going for him right now.
Freddy: Zombie McMorris has everyone’s attention in the ring with all that gold.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… He is your Internet Champion AND HARCORE CHAMPION! ZMMMMMAC!
Gravedigger: Core, McMorris, and Mikey will start this one off!
Bernard, Mikey and Zombie all step in the ring. The referee calls for complete order before he calls for the bell. Core charges at Mikey and hooks him in a standing headlock. ZMAC hits the ropes and bounces towards the two men.
Freddy Whoa: Double armed clothesline by ZMAC! He takes both men down.
Bernard rolls towards his corner as Vengeance reaches out as far as he can. del Sol reaches out and tags himself in! Mikey argues the tag with the referee while being sent to the apron.
Gravedigger: Mikey didn’t like that.
Zach Davis: Vegeance just tagged in, also!
Vengeance bounces through the ropes after slapping hands with Core. ZMAC and Teo Del Sol are swapping punches now in the corner. Vengeance rushes to the corner lifting his knee to catch Teo in the ribcage! Harley follows up by pushing Del Sol on into the corner. Vengeance and ZMAC then begin stomping Teo in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance and ZMAC are now working together?
Gravedigger: I think you spoke too soon.
Zombie and Vengeance both stop stomping then look directly at each other. They share a brief staredown before they begin swatting each other! Harley catches McMorris with a thunderous right. ZMAC uppercuts Vengeance with a stiff elbow! McMorris then slips behind Harley and applies a sleeper hold! Teo Del Sol tags in Tiffany White, unknown to either Zombie or Vengeance. She pulls herself up onto the top turnbuckle. McMorris is directly in front of her tightening his sleeper. Tiffany dives off bulldogging Zombie from behind! McMorris lands flat ontop of Vengeance with all his weight as the crowd pops!
Zach Davis: Did you see that!? White leaps off the top turnbuckle similuatniously bulldogging both McMorris and Harley!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Gravedigger: She needs to follow up here!
Tiffany works the crowd after the impressive move. She notices Vengeance out of the corner of her eye crawling toward his corner. She chases but he tags in Atreyu before she can catch him. McMorris also gets to his corner to tag in Chance Von Crank.
Zach Davis: Uh oh.
Gravedigger: Tiffany is between a rock and a hard place here.
Chance bounces through the ropes with a huge grin his face. Atreyu slides through the ropes and clotheslines White off her feet. She jumps back up and he clobbers her again. Chance just watches this exchange from the corner. God Given Greatness sends White to the mat dazed with one final clothesline! He grapples her on the mat until he locks in a texas cloverleaf. White reaches for the ropes but all she can see now is Chance Von Crank. cVc lays down on the mat and crawls on his hands and knees towards White as she screams.
Freddy Whoa: What is he doing now?
Zach Davis: Taunting. He has a real talent for it.
Chance gets right up in Tiffany’s face and mocks her as Atreyu sits down even further on her back. He continues to apply pressure as she thrashes for any rope. Chance spits in her face then stands back up. cVc clobbers Atreyu from behind! Ben flies through the ropes then bounces off the apron.
Gravedigger: Atreyu hit the floor so Core is now the legal man!
Zach Davis: The referee needs to control cVc! He is pulling Tiffany around the ring by the head of her hair!
Crank pulls Tiffany towards his corner by the hair of her head. The referee finally rushes in to warn Crank sternly. cVc holds up both of his hands as if he is innocent of any wrong doing. The referee then resumes the match. White is now sitting on her knees in cVc’s teams corner. Crank knees her in the side of the head suddenly. She hits the mat and Chance goes for a pin!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: TWO!
Gravedigger: BROKEN UP BY BERNARD CORE!
Core stomps both White and cVc to break the pin. Chance is furious as he raises up. Core rushes in and kicks Crank in the forehead! He falls back flat to the mat as White begins to crawl towards her corner. Benard follows up by grappling cVc back to his feet. Chance is in a daze as Core cradles him for a powerbomb. Core knows Crank outweights Bernard slightly but it does not matter to him. He lifts Chance high up to the air. cVc tries to balance himself at the highest point to adjust but gravity has other plans. The powerbomb shakes the entire ring. Benard quickly pins cVc!
Zach Davis: ONE!
Freddy Whoa: BROKEN UP BY MCMORRIS! Zombie with the big save.
Mikey eXtreme gets the tag from White. He takes off through the ropes and clobbers McMorris! Zombies rolls under the bottom rope to escape from eXtreme. Crank uses the slight distraction to crawl towards Dustin Beavers. Chance tags in Dustin!
Gravedigger: Here comes BEAVERS!
Core and Mikey are swapping punches when Dustin flies by both men. Core stops to watch so Mikey nails him with mean hook. Benard stumbles back a bit and Beavers gets a hold of him. He spins him around and hooks him for a double armed DDT! He goes for a quick pin but Mikey stomps it out before a count of one!
Mikey follows up with a big DDT to Beavers! Core begins to crawl towards his corner with real conviction. eXtreme taunts Vengenace as he pulls Beavers up to one knee. Mikey bounces off the ropes and springs himself towards Dustin!
Freddy Whoa: Shining Wizard!
Core tags in Vengeance just as Mikey hits the Shining Wizard on Beavers. McMorris stomps on the apron to get Beavers attention. Dustin shakes it off as Mikey and Vengeance meet in the middle of the ring. The crowd is completely consumed by the wild match.
Zach Davis: These two have unfinished business.
Gravedigger: They better hope Beavers doesn’t get to Zombie. He is sneaking that way right now.
Freddy Whoa: I think Vengeance and Mikey don’t care at this point. They want to FIGHT!
Vengeance hits Mikey square on the jaw. He then gives him a violent back hand chop across the chest. This sends Mikey back towards the ropes. He bounces off them then back towards Harley. Vengeance reaches out with his huge right hand and nabs Mikey around the throat.
Zach Davis: Uh oh…
Harley places his left hand on Mikey’s back. He then hoists up eXtreme high into the air by his throat. The chokeslam shakes the ring! Beavers finally reaches his corner on the opposite end of the ring. He reaches up and ZMAC makes the tag.
Gravedigger: Vengeance goes for a pin!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: TWO!
Gravedigger: BROKEN UP BY ZMAC!
Zombie gets back to his feet quickly. He then drops a balled fist down on Harley from a standing position. He then double stomps on Vengeance to continue his assault. eXtreme staggers back to his feet all the while shaking his head. He is dazed but still tags in Teo Del Sol!
Zach Davis: Here comes TEO!
Zombie grapples Harley back to one knee. Teo comes flying in with a cross body! He takes the big man back to the mat. This frustrates ZMAC! del Sol jumps back to his feet from his back wowing the crowd.
Gravedigger: Teo is so agile.
Freddy Whoa: Indeed.
Harley gets back to one knee quickly still breathing heavily. Teo spins his feet then catches Vengeance with a huge round house kick to the jaw! Harley hits the mat again but rolls out of the ring. Atreyu immediately slides through the ropes to take his place after Vengeance touches the outside floor.
Zach Davis: Now Ben is the legal man.
In the confusion Teo watches as Atreyu slides through the ropes as does the referee. With this distraction ZMAC slips up behind del Sol with a white rag. Zombie wraps his left arm around Teo’s throat and covers his mouth with his right hand, smothering him with the white rag. Teo fights for a few seconds then drops flat to the mat like a rock. The referee turns to witness the fall but not the cause. Atreyu quickly sldies in to hook a leg!
Freddy Whoa: BROKEN UP BY ZMAC! How many saves is that?
Zach Davis: A bunch.
Tiffany White calls for a tag while stomping on the apron. Teo Del Sol is knocked out cold. Zombie grapples Ben back to his feet quickly. ZMAC cradles up Atreyu for a sidewalk slam! He then hooks a leg for a quick pin.
Zach Davis: ONE!
Gravedigger: KICKOUT BY BEN!
Atreyu sits up and begins to elbow ZMAC with everythings he’s got. Zombie gets the air taken from his lungs from a sharp elbow! Atreyu tries to follow up but Zombie uses his head and rolls out of the ring. Soon as he touches the outside, Dustin Beavers bounces through the ropes. He completely cuts off Chance Von Crank, who is now furious. cVc begins cursing towards Dustin. Beavers ignores it and quickly pins Teo Del Sol! The crowd boos as he hooks a leg.
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: BROKEN UP BY CHANCE VON CRANK!?
Crank stomps both of the wrestlers confusing everyone involved in the match. Zombie is furious with his partner. The referee resumes the match as he pushes cVc back towards his corner.
Gravedigger: Haha, cVc wants to win this match up. He has no respect what so ever for Dustin Beavers. Zombie is crazy angry.
Zach Davis: I think he thought this was his match to win but he was cut off by Beavers. Either way it is insane.
McMorris gets in Crank’s face over breaking up the pin. Atreyu clobbers Zombie from behind leading to complete chaos. The ring begins to fill quickly after the cheap shot. Chance bounces through the ropes as does White. Mikey barrels across the ring and tackles Vengeance through the ropes and off the side of the apron! The crowd pops.
Freddy Whoa: This match is out of control now.
Gravedigger: Leave it to Atreyu and Crank to stir the proverbial shit pot.
The referee begins to work cVc and White back to their corners. Vengeance and Mikey are still on the outside of the ring rolling around fighting. In the confusion Core gets tagged in by Atreyu. Benard hits the ring running full speed. He catches Dustin Beavers with a wicked swinging neck breaker! Core gets back to his feet quickly to follow him up. Teo Del Sol shakes his head slightly coming to. He rolls under the bottom rope then off the side of the apron. Tiffany White slides through the ropes after Teo touches the outside.
Zach Davis: Teo is ok and now White is back in there!
Core carefully cradles up Beavers. The crowd reacts swiftly to the move that follows!
Gravedigger: Standardization!!!!!!!!!! IT’S OVER!
Benard hooks a leg after performing his finishing manuever!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Gravedigger: BROKEN UP BY TIFFANY WHITE!
Chance Von Crank is begging for a tag from his corner. Beavers is dazed but attempts to crawl that way but collapses. White catches Core with a spinning knee as he gets to both his knees! The violent shot sends him to the mat. Tiffany works the crowd for On The Button. She backs up from Benard then rolls back towards him. She flips onto Core causing him to lose his breath.
Freddy Whoa: On The Button!
Beavers rolls out of the ring as White heads for the closest turnbuckle. She misses Dustin roll out by solely focusing on Benard now. Tiffany works the crowd as she adjusts herself just right on the top turnbuckle. She leaps off the turnbuckle performing a picture perfect moonsault.
Freddy Whoa: Queen of Diamonds! WHITE HOOKS A LEG!
Zach Davis: TWO!
Gravedigger: BROKEN UP BY CVC! SO CLOSE!
Crank just barely makes it in the ring to break up the pin. Beavers touching the outside floor moments prior has left cVc the legal man for his team. Crank follows up by grappling White back to her feet. He backhand chops her across her breasts! The crowd winces with each and every back hand chop cVc delivers. Chance backs her deep into the corner then leans in close to her. He slightly licks her ear before slings her across the ring with a fast paced irish whip! Tiffany runs towards the opposite corner full speed but turns slightly to cushion the impact… She lands back first against the turnbuckle then falls flat on her bottom in the corner. Chance dashes towards her and leaps about three feet before he reaches the corner. He staddles Tiffany White sliding both legs on either side of her through the ropes. He bounces wildly like he’s riding a horse.
Zach Davis: Sickening..
Chance stops then cradles Tiffany. He performs a Pumphandle Michinoku driver II and holds the end for a pin!
Zach Davis: ONE!
Freddy Whoa: TWO!
Gravedigger: KICKOUT BY WHITE!
The ring floods after the near pin with all the wrestlers. Everyone begins swinging fists while cVc hits the mat with both fists in frustration.
Freddy Whoa: The referee has lost complete control. cVc is yet to pin Tiffany White and he’s losing it now.
Zach Davis: He better watch out!
As Tiffany gets up, cVc roars and Clotheslines her, sending both competitors flying out. Mikey eXtreme Clotheslines Bernard Core out of the ring, only to turn and get a Big Boot by Vengeance!
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance turns-
BEAVER TO BELLY TO VENGEANCE! Dustin Beaver drops down and pins him!
Gravedigger: Another victory for #BeachKrew!
Beaver rolls out of the ring following his victory, not wanting any part of any of the other competitors still ringside. He celebrates briefly as he backpeddles up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Well, it was a victory for his entire team, but... sure, Gravedigger, however you want to look at it!
Freddy Whoa: We've still got Vengeance up against Mikey eXtreme at Timebomb. Vengeance got the best of Mikey here tonight, what'll happen next week?
The US Champion and the number one contender stare daggers into each other as we go to commercial.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF International Championship!!!
Huge pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Caliban and Dag Riddik set for action. International Championship on the line!
Gravedigger: Any opportunity to see Caliban is a good opportunity for me. He's going to school this rookie joke.
Zach Davis: That remains to be seen, but we're about to find out.
Both men are already in the ring, Kyle Steel continues the announcements since it's a title match.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger ... from Roanoke, Virginia weighing in at two hundred eighty five pounds he is DAG RIDDIK!!!
Boos from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent ... the current reigning and defending WCF International Champion ... from Goreyville by way of Coleraine, Northern Ireland and the deepest recesses of a broken young man's mind, THIS IS THE PUNKIN!!!
Zach Davis: And here we go!
Referee calls for the bell and neither man wastes any time. A collar and elbow tie up to start things off. Riddik takes Caliban over with a quick arm drag. Caliban gets back to his feet and Riddik again tries for an arm drag, but Caliban hops out of it, now catching Riddik with a belly to belly suplex. Riddik lands on the mat and Caliban hoists himself up only to the middle turnbuckle, not wanting to take unnecessary risk, taking off for a stomp. Riddik rolls out of the way and Caliban catches himself, landing on his feet.
Riddik rolls back to his feet now and the two circle each other a few times, each man throwing in a "test" grab at the other, getting a feel for what pace was going to be set. Again, the two lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Caliban shooting into a side headlock. Riddik with the shove off and Caliban into the ropes. On the return, Caliban with a double leg grab takedown and Riddik slaps the mat in frustration after being taken down again.
Zach Davis: Very fast paced action here to start with. Riddik showing signs of frustration early on. Can't blame him. Caliban has been a very motivated International Champion thus far. He isn't going to be easy to unseat.
Gravedigger: Of course not. Caliban is a tough wrestler. I think it's insulting that he even has to defend his prestigious championship here tonight ... against ... who is this fool even?
Zach Davis: Dag Riddik ... and he has been a fast rising star here in WCF. Why do you always try to discredit people in favor of bias?
Gravedigger: I do not! I just know talent when I see it. Caliban has talent, Dag-whatever has none!
Caliban moves in, keeping the offensive pressure on Riddik, who suddenly burts out with a dropkick to Caliban's knees. Caliban falls forward and hit the mat face first. Riddik capitalizes immediately as he hits the ropes and nails a running knee to the face that connects squarely against Caliban's jaw. He rolls him over quickly for the pinfall. Ref in position.
And Caliban shoots his shoulder up!
Riddik is undetered as he remains in control. He gets to his feet quickly, pulling Caliban up with him and immediately takes him over with a gutwrench suplex. Caliban hits the mat hard and arches his back up in pain. The attempt at relief is short-lived as Riddik follows up with a jumping leg drop for good measure. Riddik stands ready, waiting for the International Champ to get back to his feet. As Caliban does make it back to a vertical base, Riddik uses the middle rope to shoot himself off with a flying forearm, though Caliban meets him with a dropkick to the chest instead.
With Riddik now down, Caliban takes a moment to regain himself and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Riddik begins to stir just as Caliban reaches the top. However, as Riddik does pull himself back to his feet he is immediately send back down to the canvas courtesy of a diving cross body. Caliban remains positioned on top of Riddik after the impact, hooking the leg. Ref again slides into position.
THR--No! Riddik is able to get his shoulder off the mat.
Zach Davis: And a few near falls here already! Unusual high risk there by Caliban. But it hit its mark.
Gravedigger: It works. Make this idiot tire himself out everytime he has to kick his way off the canvas. Caliban is a step ahead at all times.
Caliban remains focused after the unsuccesful pinfall attempt and takes hold of Riddik's arm, he pulls back into am arm scissors, but Riddik instead rolls into it for the counter, as he pins all of his body weight down against the champ. Ref once more back down for the count.
Caliban forces his way out just before three!
Zach Davis: He tried to grab it right there! But Caliban manages to kick out!
Gravedigger: Too close for comfort!
Riddik scrambles back to his feet as does Caliban. The Champ for a roundhouse kick, but Riddik ducks and instead pulls Caliban down into a backslide. Ref is again there to check the shoulders.
TH--NO! and another kick out by Caliban!
Both men quickly back to their feet and this time Caliban uses his agility to get the jump on the challenger, taking him down with a running forearm. Riddik hits the mat and rolls back to his feet. Caliban still all over him as he now blasts him with a clothesline. Riddik goes back down and Caliban now taking a running start into the ropes, Riddik staggers back to his feet, a bit unbalanced after the onslaught and he is caught as Caliban yells out DEFINITELY and NAILS a superkick to Riddik's face, yelling DEAD afterwards!! The force of the blow however, sends him tumbling through the ropes and down to the outside.
Caliban Slides out of the ring to collect Dag and hauls the dazed man to his feet. However, out of desperation, Riddik pulls Caliban back and SHOVES him into the guardrail to buy some time. The International Champion's head bounces off of the steel and he is out of it. A still VERY dazed Riddik slumps back down onto the floor. Our ref now begins his ten count.
Zach Davis: Did you see that?! Riddik with the presence of mind to create some separation.
Gravedigger: Yeah, it's called CHEATING! Disqualify him ref!
Neither man is stirring right now as Riddik has successfully bought some time.
Caliban begisn to stir now. He slowly struggles to also pick up Riddik and get him back to the ring. However, Riddik takes an opportunity once again and grabs the front of Caliban's tights, using them to pull him forward and Caliban is sent head first into the ringpost!
Gravedigger: Again he cheats! Why is this match still going?!
Zach Davis: Do you even listen to yourself sometimes?
Gravedigger: Of course I do. It's how I have been avoiding paying any attention to you.
Riddik now struggles to get Caliban back into the ring. He finally manges to get the champ up near the apron. But the ten count is still going on.
Riddik manages to roll Caliban into the ring and quickly follows after him, stopping the ten count. Now covering Caliban after the ring post tactic, Riddik is looking to end this. Caliban looks to be completely out of it. Ref checks the shoulders and slides into position.
THRE--No! Somehow, Caliban manages to kick out before the count of three!
Gravedigger: Phew! That was way too close!
Riddik almost jumps out of his own skin with frustration as he begins questioning the ref, insisting that the count was three. Caliban is starting to stir on the mat and Riddik finally abandons his argument with with the ref.
Gravedigger: Riddik having words with the ref but to no avail. He needs to keep his attention on Caliban. ROOKIE mistake by a stupid ROOKIE.
Zach Davis: Would you stop?!
Now returning focus to Caliban, the wheels are starting to turn as Riddik looks ready to pull out all the stops. Caliban begins making it back to his feet, but is only planted back into the canvas with a DDT. Riddik again goes for the cover, this time hooking both legs for added leverage. Ref checks the shoulders.
THRE--NO! Caliban still manages to kick out somehow.
Gravedigger: What kinda crap is this? That was a fast count!
Zach Davis: There is nothing wrong with the officiating, Digger.
Gravedigger: He fast counted Caliban! He is trying to hand that undeserving rookie a victory! Someone needs to investigate this referee!
Zach Davis: I think you've finally lost it ....
Riddik is less than thrilled. Nonetheless he gets back to his feet, ready to deal out as much punishment as necessary to keep Caliban down. He hauls the champ back to his feet only to be stunned by a jawbreaker! Caliban gets back into this now as he's bought himself some breathing room. However, he doesn't take a moment's rest as he now has an opportunity to capitalize on. And capitalize he does as tosses the dazed Riddik up and over with a belly to back suplex. Riddik crashes down on the mat hard and the momentum has shifted back into Caliban's favor.
Zach Davis: Caliban has an opportunity here. He's shifted things back in his direction!
The International Champ once again makes his ascent to the middle turnbuckle and stands, measuring Riddik. Dag makes it back to his feet and turns around just in time to be taken out with a STIFF clothesline from the second rope! Riddik is sent sailing across the ring by the momentum. This has Riddik quite dazed and he staggers back to his feet only to be met again by Caliban as a foot snaps swiftly across the side of his head. Step-up Enziguri by Caliban.
Caliban hauls Riddik to his feet only to be shoved back into the turnbuckle. Riddik with a running shoulder tackle that drives the wind out of the champ. Caliban slumps down in the corner.
Gravedigger: Come on Caliban! Don't let this idiot get the better of you.
Riddik stumbles to his feet, and is a few steps quicker than Caliban. As Caliban gets to his feet as well he staggers around into Riddik and the BORDER HOPPER! It connects FULL force but the impact also further dazes Riddik as he was still kind of out of it just from the momentum and he is unable to capitalize with the pinfall immediately. The crowd is in a mixture of cheers and boos at this turn of events. Riddik is still dazed a bit and holding his head as well.
It takes him a moment to regain himself enough to crawl back to his downed opponent and he drapes his arm over for the cover. Ref is down in position and makes the count.
Gravedigger: NO! NO! NO!
THREE--NO! Caliban just BARELY gets his shoulder up!
Gravedigger: YES! He kicked out! Did you see Zach? He kicked out!
Zach Davis: I SAW! Caliban somehow manages to get a shoulder up! This is unbelievable! These fans here are loving every moment of this high paced contest!
Riddik can't believe it! He is losing it and you can see the frustration mounting on his face. He slams his fist down into the mat a few times, getting highly agitated. He forcefully yanks Caliban back to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle with the hardest irish whip he's ever executed. The momentum and force sends Caliban tumbling upside down into the turnbuckle, sending him to the top, and he rests in a dazed, seated position now, perched on the top. Riddik rushes in after him. He perches himself on the second rope and grabs hold of the champ. But Caliban shoots a few elbows back at him, knocking Riddik down to the mat.
Unphazed, Riddik rolls back to his feet quickly and hops back to his perch, but again, some hard elbows from Caliban knock him back. Caliban is able to reposition himself to face forward. By this time, Riddik is right back after him. Caliban respons with a hard side kick to the head. Riddik stumbles back. Caliban, still positioned on the turnbuckle...he stands and dives off for a HARD shoulder tackle off the top! He catches every bit of it and Riddik is floored onto the canvas. Caliban is back to his feet as he measures Riddik now and as the former actor makes it to his feet, Caliban is there to catch him with a DEVASTATING running knee lift to the skull. Riddik flails upward after the blow, staggering. Caliban grabs hold of him and hauls him up high .... but Riddik slides off and lands on his feet. Caliban turns around to catch a snap kick to the face that sends him back against the corner. Riddik still dazed ... hoists Caliban onto the turnbuckle and follows up after him ... POLITICALLY INCORRECT! PLANTING Caliban! He makes the cover! Ref in position!
Gravedigger: NO! NO! OH GOD NO!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... and NEW WCF International Champion ... DAG RIDDIK!!!
Zach Davis: DAMN! We have just crowned a NEW US Champion! What a contest. What a night, what a match!
Gravedigger: This is the worst moment of ANY Slam EVER! I can't believe we just witnessed such a tragedy. I think I am going to be sick.
Zach Davis: You're really going to rain on Riddik's parade?
Gravedigger: He doesn't deserve it! He just ... doesn't!
Zach Davis: Whether you think so or not, Dag Riddik just EARNED himself the right to call himself International Champion. A proud moment for this young man. A very proud moment indeed.
Its cuts to the backstage area with Benjamin Atreyu in his wrestling gear. Drenched in sweat and unhappy with the result of his match tonight, he stares into the camera with a sneer upon his face.
Benjamin Atreyu: This week was the last failure of "God Given Greatness", a moniker I've held onto for years. From highs to lows, I've tried my best to represent the kind of dignity that comes with such a name. I've held myself to a standard, and even though that standard has lead me to a spot in the upcoming Trilogy Cup Tournament, that's not good enough. I've been there before, I've gotten to the finals before. TWICE! Good enough is not good enough. Its pitiful. I can feel it bring me down, and there is no evidence better of that than what happened tonight. A goddamn shame. With that, its time for a change. A very drastic one.
The camera pulls back revealing the members of House of Ophelia standing beside Benjamin. K.L. Henson standing the closest to him.
Benjamin Atreyu: I asked for help, and the powers that be answered. In a world where the landscape is constantly changing and numbers mean more and more each day, admitting I need that kind of help is by no means a sign of weakness. Its a sign of knowing whats best. I saw what kind of state my career was in. Oh, dear audience, what a sad state it was. Dimishing relevance, lost in cluster matches, pedaling as hard as I could to get some traction every night, but never seeing a return. House of Ophelia, over ANY other stable, offers the answers I need, and in return, I give them something they need.
Benjamin's sneer disappears, replaced with a soft chuckle and a hard smile.
Benjamin Atreyu: See, when WCF put me in the trilogy cup, they put House of Ophelia in the running for the top spot. No longer is it enough to have the Head of Talent Relations. House of Ophelia wants more, and now that they walk with me. They are going to get what they want. Several factions have a foot in this tournament, but I'm going to knock them all out of the running to get what I deserve and put my team in the world's eye. The game has changed and now it isn't going to seem so one-sided against ole' Benjamin anymore. No more being ignored. No more jokes. WCF is turning into a warzone, so no more God Given Greatness. No more minced words. Now you're dealing something much more dangerous, now its "The Mad God" Benjamin Atreyu and the House of Ophelia.
The camera fades out.
Zach Davis: We're back and set for eight person tag team action. The competitors are already in the ring and we're ready to get this one under way! The Family, Rebellution and Steve Orbit. It's going to be a hell of a battle.
Referee calls for the bell as the majority of talent takes to the apron. Andre Holmes and Charon start the match for their teams. The two men lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Holmes is quick to the draw as he shoots into a side headlock and takes Charon over and to the mat from this position. Charon slaps the mat angrily as he gets back to his feet.
Zach Davis: The technical prowess of Andre Holmes showing through early as he gets the better of Charon early on.
Gravedigger: He's been in the ring ten seconds. That is hardly "technical prowess."
Again the two lock up, and this time Charon shoots to the side headlock and throws Holmes over and to the mat. Andre rolls up and nods as Charon glares at him.
Gravedigger: And Holmes was shown up. Better execution by the Ferryman.
Freddy Whoa: A little back and forth here. But I hardly see anyone being shown up.
Holmes back to his feet and he moves to tie up with Charon again. This time Charon shoots a knee into his abdomen, doubling Holmes over. Charon grapples the tag champ and floors him with a double underhook swinging neckbreaker. Holmes down and Charon wasting no time as he covers for the pinfall. Ref slides into position.
Holmes shoots a shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: Near fall by Charon. Looking to put one half of the tag team champions away early.
Gravedigger: It shouldn't take much, that's for sure.
Zach Davis: Oh give it a rest!
Charon back to his feet and he pulls Holmes up with him. He hooks Holmes up for a suplex, but Andre blocks the attempt and instead he grabs hold of Charon's arm and drops down for a jumping armbreaker. Charon holds his elbow and tricep as he rolls on the mat in some pain. Holmes is quick with the follow up as he grabs Charon's aggravated limb and locks in a short arm scissors. Charon howls out in pain.
Zach Davis: And Andre Holmes turns it around! Charon in a bit of trouble here.
Gravedigger: Luck, that's the only explanation for it. Don't worry, Charon will take control back any moment now.
Ref checks for the submission. Charon refuses. Holmes cinches the hold tighter and Charon continues to fight it. As Andre readjusts to get a stronger grip, Charon uses the opportunity to escape. He rolls away from the hold and starts back to his feet.
Gravedigger: Here it comes.
Zach Davis: Charon with the presence of mind to use that one split second to free himself. He needs to turn the tide.
Gravedigger: Oh, he will.
Andre with a side roll and back to his feet as Charon also back to a vertical base. The two meet again and Charon with a haymaker that is ducked by Holmes. Andre with a well placed kicked to the gut and he hauls Charon up and DRIVES him down with a tigerbomb. Andre stays with him for the pinfall. Ref in position, checking the shoulders.
Charon forces his shoulders off of the canvas.
Zach Davis: And now Holmes with a near fall! That was a close call there. Charon almost didn't get the shoulder up in time.
Gravedigger: That was a pretty quick count if you ask me. Charon still beat it though.
Holmes rolls back out of the pinning attempt and makes it to his feet. He hauls Charon back up and sends him into the ropes for an Irish whip. On the return Holmes with a leapfrog and Charon rebounds into the opposite ropes. He comes back and both men with the same idea. CLOTHESLINE! Holmes and Charon both go down. Both corners are fired up, begging for tags.
Zach Davis: Both of them took the hit. Now would be a great time to get someone fresh into the match. Each man looking for his own corner.
Gravedigger: Come on Charon! You're so close!
Charon and Holmes crawl along the mat, inching toward their corners. Charon who was a bit closer to Sarah Twilight manages to get the tag first but instead tags Moriganna who comes into the match. She grabs hold of Holmes's ankle and drags him back toward the center of the ring. Andre using one leg to hop on and he turns, firing off an enziguri at the MMA babe, but Moriganna ducks it and uses Holmes's own momentum to spin him completely around.She grabs Andre around the waist and delivers a perfect belly to back suplex that has Holmes reeling.
Gravedigger: See? Dummy didn't make it to his corner and now that small start of luck has been nulled out.
Zach Davis: Well, they do have more experience on the team as a whole, that much is true. One thing for certain, Holmes needs to make a tag as soon as possible!
Morrigana makes her way up the turnbuckle and sits perched for a moment on the top. She LEAPS off with a hard elbow drop right into Holmes' sternum and stays with him for the cover. The ref slides in to make the count.
Holmes shoots a shoulder up just before three.
Zach Davis: Holmes escaping another close one there. He needs to tag out.
Gravedigger: I don't think he does. I am quite enjoying watching him be decimated. Imagine how the rest of his team will feel if they don't even get the chance to compete because he loses it for them? That would be great!
Morrigana hauls Holmes up to his feet as she decides what to do with him next when all of the sudden Andre pulls Morrigana down with a jawbreaker, staggering her back. Morrigana stumbles around trying to shake off the cobwebs and this gives Holmes enough time to reach his corner. He leaps forward and tags in Bonnie Blue.
Zach Davis: And finally he makes the tag!
Gravedigger: Well damn. There goes a great idea down the drain.
Bonnie pulls herself up to the top of the turnbuckle in a half a second hop and LAUNCHES off with a missile dropkick that catches Morrigana square in the chest, sending her down to the canvas. She keeps her momentum and doesn't slow down as she bounces off the ropes and rushes in, stopping short as she lifts up and drops down for a short stopped standing moonsault that connects full force on Morrigana. She pops back up and keeps going, never once slowing down.
Zach Davis: And the tide has shifted! The high flying, fast paced tempo of Bonnie Blue has taken control. Morrigana doesn't know what hit her!
Gravedigger: High risk? High chance of mistake. It'll happen soon enough.
Morrigana staggers back to her feet and turns around just in time to see Bonnie lunging at her as she comes off the ropes again. This time she hops up and takes the MMA babe over with a hurricarrana. As she drops down, Bonnie hooks up both of her legs and stays on it for the pinfall. Ref again slides into position.
Morrigana kicks out!
Zach Davis: Close call there!
Gravedigger: Quit dreaming. That little dimwit is just trying to show up to the crowd. She'll burn her energy fast enough.
Morrigana again slowly back to her feet and Bonnie off the ropes again. Morrigana with a duck down and Bonnie with a back roll. As Morrigana turns back around, Bonnie NAILS her in the side of the head with a jumping calf kick. Morrigana stumbles backward and falls against the turnbuckle in a seated position.
Zach Davis: She's coming at her from all angles. Morrigana can't get a lock on her.
Gravedigger: She's an idiot taking too many risks!
Bonnie with a head of steam and she RUSHES her in the corner for a senton splash INTO the corner! But Morrigana moves out of the way and Bonnie CRASHES into the turnbuckle back first and drops down to the canvas.
Gravedigger: And there you have it. Lil' speedy has been stopped.
Zach Davis: Morrigana got outta there. That could have been her sandwiched against the turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: But it wasn't.
Bonnie is now the one staggering to her feet. She stumbles forward a few steps holding her back and walks right into Morrigana's waiting arms as she picks her up and takes a few steps forward ... DRILLING Bonnie into the canvas with a running powerslam. She hooks the leg. Referee slides in.
NO! Bonnie kicks out!
Zach Davis: Close call there! Bonnie looks to be pretty out of it.
Gravedigger: Well duh, she was basically broken in half just there.
Morrigana gets to one knee, reaching down and taking hold of Bonnie's hair, pulling her up with her. She lifts her for a pump handle slam, but Bonnie wiggles free and slides down behind her, sending a dropkick to her back that sends her stumbling forward into her own corner. Sarah reaches out for the tag, but instead Logan tags himself in.
Zach Davis: Logan just tagged into the match. I don't think Bonnie saw it!
Gravedigger: That's her problem isn't it?
Bonnie measures Morrigana and rushes at her for a Shining wizard. But halfway into her charge she is FLIPPED 180 degrees as Logan BLASTS her with a clothesline out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: She's not moving! Logan just damn near took her head off! Did you SEE that?!
Gravedigger: I saw it ... loved every second of it!
Logan rolls her over for the pinfall and the ref checks the shoulders. Bonnie looks to be completely out of it.
NO! Steve Orbit dives in for the save!
Zach Davis: I thought it was over right there. But Orbit with the save ... wow that was close!
Gravedigger: Orbit needs to stay in his corner dammit!
Charon, Morrigana and Sarah enteer the ring. But Grayson, and Holmes jump into the ring as well. An all out brawl ensues. But as the ref struggles to maintain order, Orbit is able to pull Bonnie closer to her own corner. Finally Morrigana, Holmes and Pierce back off. Charon and Sarah continue arguing with the ref. Once Orbit is sure the ref is paying attention again, he reaches out and tags Bonnie's hand.
Zach Davis: Orbit the legal man, so is Logan. These two circling each other.
Gravedigger: Oh this is gonna be good!
The two men meet in the center of the ring and immediately start exchanging hard fists between them. Orbit gets the upper hand and battles Logan back against the ropes. He sends another few hard shots at him before taking him for an Irish whip across the ring. On the return, Steve hauls him up and SPINEBUSTER! He wastes no time jumping on for the cover, hooking both legs and arching as far as he can for leverage. Ref for the count.
NO! Logan kicks out!
Gravedigger: Close call!
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit looking to end this one already. He and Logan with no shortage of bitterness betweeen them.
Orbit to one knee and then back to his feet. He reaches down, grabbing a handful of hair and he begins to haul Logan up but with the ref out of position to see ...
Gravedigger: HA! HA!
Zach Davis: Oh come on!
LOW BLOW! Logan with a forearm shot between Orbit's legs and Steve doubles over, clutching his groin. Logan slowly back up, like a cat, stalking his prey and he latches onto Orbit from behind in a sleeper hold ... he jumps up and over...
Gravedigger: CONNECTOR!! IT'S OVER!
Zach Davis: And he's got all of it!
Logan CRASHES Orbit into the canvas and the force of the impact sends Logan bouncing back up, staggering into the ropes where he slaps his hand against the side of Sarah Twilight's arm, finally deciding to tag her into the match.
Zach Davis: I don't understand this at all.
Gravedigger: Logan hit a Connector on Orbit, that's what he wanted to accomplish. He knows what he's doing.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know, man. Something just doesn't seem right here.
Sarah looks at Logan with a puzzled look as she remains eyes locked on him entering the ring. The confusion allowed a dazed Orbit to roll toward his corner where Grayson Pierce is tagged in. Sarah hadn't noticed this yet as she continues to remain focused on her teammates with an odd tension. She finally turns around into a standing dropkick from Pierce. Grayson keeps the tempo fast as he quickly collects Sarah, hauling her up for a snap suplex.
Zach Davis: After that ... bizarre tag out, Sarah Twilight is in a bit of trouble here.
Gravedigger: She's a sneaky one though. I wouldn't speak too soon.
Pierce drops a leg down over Sarah for good measure. He then hauls her back to her feet and sends her into the ropes for an Irish whip, as she comes back on the return he BLASTS her with a spear that nearly folds her in half. Grayson drops over for the cover after hitting the spear. Ref slides into position.
NO! Sarah kicks out.
Zach Davis: Another nearfall in this match. Grayson Pierce is holding nothing back.
Gravedigger: Why, should he be?
Zach Davis: I wasn't ... nevermind.
Pierce makes it back to his feet and pulls Sarah up with him, however she surprises him with a Royal Butterfly suplex out of nowhere. This buys her some time to recooperate from the onslaught.
Freddy Whoa: They went from possibly having the match to ... Sarah Twilight needing to make a tag now.
Gravedigger: She's fine, let her stay in it a while longer. I wanna watch this first hand.
Sarah starts making her way to her corner where Logan and Charon have their hands out. Pierce is shaking off the cobwebs just a few feet away. Sarah inches closer and reaches up to make the tag but ... Logan, Charon and Morrigana drop down off the ring apron in unison.
Zach Davis: What the hell are they doing?
Gravedigger: Ahaha! This is great! They're leaving her out to dry before she can do it to them, it's pretty damn obvious. I love it!
Freddy Whoa: The three of them are leaving ringside together, leaving Sarah in the ring by herself. This is now a four on one situation.
Twilight looks out at her now former teammates and mouths "what the fuck?" as they abandon her mid-match. Sarah gets back to her feet, watching her stabelmates walk out on her as Grayson Pierce now also makes it back to his feet. He spins Sarah around and sends her for an Irish whip once again, but she reverses it, instead sending him into the ropes where he makes the blind tag to Bonnie Blue. On the return, Sarah takes him over with a powerslam. She measures Pierce and as he makes it up to his feet she hauls him up for THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
Zach Davis: Here it comes!
Freddy Whoa: Maybe not ...
However, as she turns to plant him into the canvas she is met with a flying kick to the face courtesy of Bonnie Blue who was now legal in the match. Grayson falls out of the hold and lands on his feet. With Sarah now staggering back, he and Bonnie hoist her up for a double suplex, CRASHING her into the canvas.
Bonnie pulls Sarah up and runs toward the ropes for a springboard bulldog. As she does this, Grayson springboards off the opposite end of the ropes for a moonsault that FLATTENS Twilight. The ref finally gets Pierce to leave the ring as Bonnie Blue was the legal member.
Zach Davis: This isn't going to end well. There's no way Sarah Twilight can stay in this against four competitors.
Gravedigger: That's a foregone conclusion. It's just a matter of time. Right now, Rebellution and Orbit can just have their fun and get the licks in. I'm enjoying this myself.
Sarah rolls toward the ropes and starts pulling herself up. But Bonnie Blue wasn't going to allow Sarah the time to regain herself as she spins Sarah around the moment Sarah is on her feet and NAILS her with PARADOX! Sarah is PLANTED into the canvas and rolls out of the ring, hitting the floor on the outside.
Zach Davis: That ring awareness is probably the only thing keeping Sarah in this match right now. Rolling to the outside was really the best thing, and probably only thing she could do.
Freddy Whoa: She's just prolonging the inevitable at this point. She has no partners to tag out to. This is just a mugging right now.
Gravedigger: They're not going to take the countout victory. So she's just bought herself a few seconds at best.
Steve Orbit BEGS for the tag and Bonnie obliges. Orbit makes the tag and hops right down from the apron, heading over to Sarah, picking her up and rolling her back into the ring. Orbit climbs back onto the apron and starts into the ring as well. Sarah uses whatever she had left to hop up and catch Orbit while he was entering the ropes and pulls him down to the canvas with a rope hung neckbreaker. Orbit hits the canvas, but Sarah is still COMPLETELY out of it, and remains on the canvas after managing to buy herself a little bit more time.
Gravedigger: Why is she even bothering to try? She's not going to fight her way out of this, I don't care how tough she thinks she is.
Zach Davis: I have to agree. Cut your losses, your partners are gone. Just throw in the towel and live to fight another day.
Orbit gets back to his feet after a few moments and he looks more pissed off about it than anything. Sarah is still trying to recover from the Paradox that Bonnie had nailed her with. But she would be given no more time to do so as Orbit grabs hold of her by the hair and hauls her up to her feet. In almost a RAGE he just sends a backhand across her face.
He maintains the grip of her hair as he just yells various things at her. Finally the referee has to remind Orbit of his risk of being disqualified if he doesn't let go of her hair. Orbit finally does let his grip go as he lands another PIMP SLAP to her face. Orbit continues to yell at her as she is now on one knee, still dazed and trying to recover from these astronomical odds. Orbit raches down to pull her back up again, and this time she pulls him into a small package out of nowhere! Ref slides into position.
Orbit kicks out and rolls RIGHT back to his feet.
Gravedigger: Are you serious right now?
Zach Davis: My heart just skipped a beat. I don't even know what I'd have said if that just happened.
Freddy Whoa: I ... almost can't watch this anymore.
Orbit now with some HARD stomps down across Sarah's back. He is livid that she just tried to catch him for the upset. After a few more stomps he YANKS Sarah up and NAILS her with HONEY DIP. Crashing her down HARD into the canvas across the ring. He hooks the leg for the pinfall after nailing it.
Sarah manages to drape her leg over the bottom rope, breaking the count.
Gravedigger: The stubborness is now to the point that it's pissing ME off. Give it up already.
Zach Davis: I don't think trying to stay in this match is wise. There is no outcome that is anything but bad for Sarah Twilight.
Orbit shakes his head as he gets back to his feet again. Sarah still down on the canvas, unable to mount any offense at this point, but just trying to survive the four on one odds. Andre Holmes is in the corner asking, pleading for a tag. Orbit drags Sarah over to his corner and tags Holmes into the match. The two men bring Sarah to her feet and send her into the ropes with a whip, as she comes back ... Orbit hoists her up flapjack style and CRASHES her down face first into Andre Holmes' waiting knee for a VICIOUS facebuster.
Freddy Whoa: OUCH! That HAD to hurt!
Gravedigger: I am enjoying this once again.
Andre takes his time, stalking Sarah as she crawls along the mat trying again to pull herself up. The damage she'd taken at this point left her with VERY little in the tank. Once she gets to a knee, Andre hoists her up and takes her down across his knee again, this time with a full nelson backbreaker. Sarah hits the canvas with a thud after she is dropped from the hold.
Zach Davis: This is now just a discecting. Sarah Twilight has not been able to mount any offense in several minutes. Rebellution remains fresh. This is going exactly how Rebellution wants it to go. No question about it.
Gravedigger: This is the best part of the entire night, and we have front row seats!
Freddy Whoa: You really don't like Sarah Twilight, huh?
Gravedigger: Ya think?
Andre considers going for the pinfall, but decides not to ... just yet. He hauls Sarah up again and delivers a belly to belly suplex. He sits up after crashing Sarah back into the canvas and he just smiles, shaking his head ... almost with some pity for the situation.
Gravedigger: Oh what the hell is this now?
Zach Davis: I ... have no idea.
As Andre continues to methodically wear Sarah down some more, Katherine Phoenix hurries out to the ring and hops up onto the ring apron in Sarah's corner. She looks very concerned for the fiery redhead, holding out her hand, yelling to Sarah to try and make a tag.
Gravedigger: This idiot ... she can't be serious.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know what The Family is gonna think about this one. They made their position pretty clear when they walked out.
The referee immediately heads over to Katherine and informs her that she has to leave the ring area as she was not a part of the match. Bonnie Blue and Steve Orbit also yell at her to get away from the ring. Andre shakes his head, putting his hands on his hips and laughing at Katherine for even being out here. As Katherine finally ... and reluctantly hops down from the apron, she remains at ringside watching what was going on. The ref turns his attention back to the match as Sarah pulls Andre down into a school boy roll up. Referee gets into position.
Andre kicks out.
Gravedigger: I swear to God if Twilight managed to pull that off because of Katherine Phoenix being an idiot ...
Zach Davis: That was a CLOSE call. Holmes took his focus off Twilight for just a moment, and she almost pulled it out.
Sarah is still very much dazed and was obviously not going to capitalize on the pinning combination. Holmes is back to his feet and he tags Grayson Pierce back into the match as the two of them measure Sarah ... waiting for her to get up.
Zach Davis: I think we can put this one in the history books. Things aren't looking good.
Gravedigger: Finally! I've been waiting for this all night.
Sarah slowly staggers herself back to her feet when she is BLASTED in the face by a superkick from Grayson right into a waiting Andre who DROPS her into a brainbuster.
Freddy Whoa: REBELLIOUS CHILD! NAILED!
Sarah crumbles down on the canvas as Holmes rolls out of the ring. Grayson drops down for the cover. Ref in position.
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners .... the team of REBELLUTION AND STEVE ORBIT!!!
Zach Davis: That was a disaster. It was inevitable that it would happen. But damn ... just damn.
Gravedigger: I'd like an encore!
Freddy Whoa: No, we don't need that.
Katherine now enters the ring to check on Sarah who is completely dazed and out of it in the center of the ring. "Bones" by Young Guns blares throughout the arena as Rebellution celebrate.
The scene starts with a metal barrel in the parking garage of the AT&T Center. Inside of the barrel are items to include several teddy bears, female clothing, and other items that can only belong to Sarah Twilight and Katherine Phoenix. Logan can be seen dumping lighter fluid on the items in the barrel, as Hank Brown comes up and says...
Hank Brown: What the hell are you doing?
Logan: What does it look like? I'm getting rid of all the crap that belongs to those two morons that used to be Family Members. Duh!
Morrigana: Just hope that none of my clothes got mixed in with their crap.
Dag Riddik: I'm just glad I won't have to deal with Katherine and her stupid teddy bears. Maybe our locker room will be a real locker room, now.
Charon: Step back, everyone...
Charon pulls a box of matches out and strikes one, before tossing it into the barrel. Hank jumps as the flames make an initial pop, before everything lights up and the flames jump. Hank then says...
Hank Brown: You're going to set the sprinklers off!
Logan: What sprinklers, you boudle? That's why we have all this crap out here, instead of inside the building!
Charon: Give us some credit, Hank. But yes, to answer the question that may be burning inside of your skull, the turncoat scumbags Sarah Twilight and Katherine Phoenix are no longer associated with The Family. Maybe now I can find myself giving a shit about how this group operates once again.
Dag Riddik: No shit. It seemed all Sarah Twilight did was let us down, over and over again. And let's not get started on Katherine Phoenix...
Morrigana: She was such a jealous bitch, and I'm glad to be rid of her! But yeah, Twilight was dead weight. Glad to be rid of her.
Logan: Yeah, those boudle bitches are history! Maybe now we can do something worthwhile. Rather than sit around and play with some trashcan teddy bears like the loser that Katherine Phoenix is. What can I say about her? She was just a defective sandwich maker! And so was Sarah Twilight, for that matter.
Seth Lerch then comes into the scene, as he says...
Seth Lerch: What are you guys doing?
Logan: Burning trash.
Seth Lerch: Put it out! Before you burn the building down!
Logan huffs, but shrugs his shoulders as he unzips his jeans, pulls out his hotdog, and locks eyes with Seth Lerch. Urination can be heard, as Hank says...
Hank Brown: We don't need to watch this. Cut the feed...
Logan slowly aims his flow over to the leg of Seth Lerch - never breaking eye contact with him.
Seth Lerch: ...
We come back from commercial with a shot of WCF World Champion Jayson Price standing in the middle of the ring wearing a referee shirt. He's sitting on one of the top turnbuckles, the World Title draped over his shoulder, waving to the cheering crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Well it would appear that it's time for our-
Zach Davis: MAIN EVENT!
Freddy Whoa: -main event. Thank you as always, Zach.
Zach Davis: MAIN EVENT! WOO!
Gravedigger: Quit wooing like a drunk single girl at a bar. And how many times have I told you not to scream when you're beside me!
Freddy Whoa: You ever dream about just you and I doing commentary, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: You and I? No. Me and Jennifer Lawrence? Yes.
Freddy Whoa: My heart is broken.
Zach Davis: ANYWAY! It's time for the WCF Trios Titles Match! We've got our special guest referee out here already.
Gravedigger: Speaking of drunk, single girls...is Price hammered?
Freddy Whoa: He looks normal to me, so probably.
Gravedigger: Fantastic. Well if you ever needed to know the state of WCF, our World Champion is drunk and about to referee a main event title match. Hooray!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is a WCF Trios Titles Match!
"A Little God in My Hands" by Swans BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain with Lisa following close behind. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio accompanied by Lisa Seymour...JOHN GABLE!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his partner...
DDFH by Run the Jewels hits the arena as a video of a man pounding at his bare chest goes along to the drum track. As the lyrics cut in, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, holding both arms out to the side. Blinking lights go along with the beat and Andre makes his way down the entrance ramp, continuing to pound a fist to his chest, some of the fans pounding along with him.
Kyle Steel: From Berkeley, California, weighing in at 270 pounds...ANDRE AQUARIUS!
He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turn buckle, mouthing the words to the song before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as he and Gable talk strategy.
Kyle Steel: And introducing their partner...
"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 and followed by "Hacksaw" Jim Thuggin and Sandy Coconutz carrying the Jolly Rodgers and Swagtanic Goat flags of #BeachKrew.
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 applauds below. His music fades out as he, Gable and Aquarius meet in their corner.
Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponents...
Destruction by Bruce Faulconer blasts through the speakers as the arena lights shine at their brightest. A few seconds later Occulo appears on the stage and the bright lights shut off, whilst spotlights illuminate him.
Kyle Steel: From Washington DC...weighing in at 220lbs...he is one third of the WCF Trios Champions...Occulo!!
He walks down the ramp, spotlights following, addressing the fans as he does. He climbs up the steel steps in the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He takes out a microphone and says "Sentinels stand for the fallen. Sentinels stand against the rising". He tosses the microphone to the outside and waits for his team mates.
Kyle Steel: And his partner...
The lights fade as David Lynch's "The Pink Room" hits in the darkness. Golden spotlights scan the audience, and smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights that glow just beyond the curtain. An explosion sets off two pillars of fire on the stage, and Dune emerges in their wake. He stands atop the ramp and takes in the scene, acknowledging the WCF Faithful before he turns toward the ring. His cold eyes remain fixed on it as he strides down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...he is one third of the WCF Trios Champions...DUUUUUUUNE!
The ring glows amidst the darkness as he slides in and shoots to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, looking out at the crowd and testing the ropes before he finds his corner. He continues to loosen up as the lights come back on.
Kyle Steel: And their partner...
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
Kyle Steel: From The Bronx, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is one third of the WCF Trios Champions...JOEY FLASH!
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at the three opponents across from him as Dune and Occulo stand at his sides.
Kyle Steel exits the ring as Jayson Price comes to the center of the ring and pulls the World Title off of his shoulder. He shows it to both teams and then holds it up in the air as everyone looks on in confusion.
Freddy Whoa: Uh. Does he think the World Title is on the line?
Gravedigger: God damn it. Can I go put this idiot back in a coma?
Kyle Steel quickly slides back into the ring and whispers in Price's ear. Price lets out a laugh and then hands Steel the World Title as he goes to collect the Trios Titles from The Sentinels. Dune and Occulo hand over theirs but Flash makes a point to get in Price's face before he hands his over.
Zach Davis: OH SNAP! World Champion and the #1 Contender appearing to be having words just a week before they face off at Timebomb.
Price hands off the Trios Titles to Kyle Steel outside the ring as he and Flash continue to stare each other down. Finally Price heads back to the center of the ring and waits for the teams to decide who's starting the match. Gable and Holmes step out to the apron on their side, Flash and Dune on their side, leaving us with Andre Aquarius and Occulo in the ring. Price signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Aquarius and Occulo circle it up once and then move in for the tie-up. Occulo with the nearly 50 pound weight advantage gets the advantage early and gets Aquarius in a side headlock. Occulo torques the neck as he leads Aquarius toward the ropes. Occulo bounces off and tries for a running bulldog but Aquarius wiggles loose and shoves him off. Occulo spins around and it's Aquarius with a baseball slide between the legs of a charging Occulo. Aquarius pops back up and hits a kick to the back of the legs before taking Occulo down with an arm drag.
Freddy Whoa: Woo for fast paced action!
Gravedigger: God damn it, not you too.
Freddy Whoa: Sorry, had to get one in there at Zach's expense.
Occulo hits the mat but pops right back up. Aquarius grabbing the arm and he shoots Occulo into the ropes. Occulo coming back and Aquarius tries for a hip toss but Occulo counters it with right hand to the face. Occulo with another right hand before he hits a chop across the chest. Aquarius covers up his chest but then responds with a chop of his own. Occulo with a chop. Then Aquarius with a chop.
Gravedigger: I HOPE YOU ALL BURN IN HELL!
Aquarius now with some rapid chops as he backs Occulo into the corner. Aquarius finishes up with one big chop before he heads to the center of the ring. Occulo holding himself up with the ropes as Aquarius charges, looking for a corner Enzuigiri. But Occulo ducks it! Aquarius lands on his feet, albeit a bit unbalanced, as Occulo quickly jumps up onto the second rope. Aquarius spins around and Occulo leaps off and connects with a tornado DDT.
Zach Davis: WHOA! What a move!
Freddy Whoa: Get your own damn catchphrase!
Occulo quick to hook the leg as Price drops for the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Aquarius quick to kick out at one, despite that impressive DDT. Too early on in the match for a pin if you ask me.
Gravedigger: Well nobody did. And Price is obviously too drunk to count right. That was at least a two and a half by my estimate.
Price flashing one finger to Occulo to show him that's all he was able to get, before flashing a different finger to Flash. Joey has to be held back by Dune so he doesn't run into the ring. Meanwhile Occulo is back up to his feet, pulling Aquarius up with him. Flash and Dune both trying to get tagged in as Occulo starts to lead Aquarius to them by the head. But Aquarius fights back, rolling up Occulo from behind from out of nowhere. He can't hold on for the pin but as Occulo tries to get back up, Aquarius catches him with a sunset flip. Occulo now sitting on the mat as Aquarius hits the ropes and catches him in the chest with a dropkick. Holmes screaming for a pin attempt and Aquarius obliges.
Zach Davis: Occulo with the shoulder up!
Aquarius up to his feet and he's looking to his corner. Gable has his hand out and Holmes is calling the shots, pointing to Gable. Aquarius with the tag to Gable and in he comes. Occulo trying to get up to his feet and Aquarius cuts him off with a shot across the back. Aquarius pulls him back upright and throws him toward Gable, who hits a back elbow to the face. Price getting in Aquarius' face, directing him to the apron, as Gable pulls Occulo to his feet. Gable with a quick right jab to the face before he spins Occulo around and tries for a German suplex. Occulo hits the mat and Dune nearly falls into the ring trying to tag him but he just misses.
Freddy Whoa: So close!
Gable quick to grab the feet of Occulo before he can reach out and drags him back away. Gable now dropping down and he slaps on a chinlock, staring down Flash and Dune as he torques the head. Price checks on Occulo, who waves him off. Occulo trying to work his way back up to his feet but Gable knees him in the gut. Gable now throwing Occulo into the ropes and he tries for a dropkick but Occulo holds onto the ropes and Gable hits the mat. Occulo now scrambling to get to his corner but Gable catches him by the foot at the last second. Occulo now hopping as he reaches out but Dune and Flash are just out of reach. Gable starts to pull him back when Occulo turns around and hits him with an Enzuigiri to the head. Both men drop to the mat and Occulo crawls back and quickly tags in Dune.
Zach Davis: Here comes the muscle of The Sentinels!
Dune into the ring as Flash helps Occulo out onto the apron. Gable sitting up on the mat trying to shake off the kick to the head he just took until Dune connects with a boot to the face. Dune not stopping as he heads for the corner and knocks Aquarius off the apron with a right hand. Dune swinging at Holmes, but he hops down off the apron and yells for Price to keep him back. Dune tries to invite Holmes into the ring, but Price is telling Dune to keep the fight in the ring. Gable pushing himself up, wiping his face off as Dune is trading words with Price now. Gable runs across the ring and leaps through the air before connecting with a forearm to the back of the head. Dune driven chest first into the corner as Gable goes to town with kicks to the legs.
Freddy Whoa: Gable doing his best impression of a machine gun with those kicks!
Dune chopped down to his knees in the corner before Gable grabs him from behind, trying to get him in a crossface chickenwing. Gable pulling Dune up to his feet, trying to lock it in, when Dune counters it by hitting Gable with a hip toss. Somehow Gable lands on his feet but Dune quickly drives him into the corner with a shoulder tackle. Dune with a back elbow to the face before he grabs Gable by the throat with both hands and begins choking him. Price with a five count and Dune backs off at 4 before moving back in and lifting Gable up to the top turnbuckle. Dune now climbing up to the second rope.
Zach Davis: What's going on here?
Dune pulling Gable in and it looks like he's trying for a belly to belly off the top rope. The crowd up to their feet but Gable is fighting back. Gable with right hands as Dune's grip is loosened. Gable now with a big headbutt and Dune falls back down to the mat, landing on his feet. Gable coming off the top rope with a crossbody that takes the big man down. Gable looks to his corner and Holmes is pointing to Aquarius.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like Holmes is using Gable and Aquarius as his infantrymen in this battle, sending them in before he wants to get involved.
Zach Davis: Is he scared?
Gravedigger: Scared? It's smart is what it is. And Gable and Aquarius are playing their part like they should be.
Gable reaches out and tags back in Aquarius as he rolls out of the ring. Aquarius runs across the ring and drops an elbow across the back of Dune as he tries to get back up. Aquarius with lefts and rights to the back of the head, trying to keep Dune down, but Dune still manages to push himself up. Andre leaps up and throws on a sleeper hold, hanging from the back of Dune. Dune stumbling as Andre gets the sleeper locked on. Dune tries to shake him loose but Aquarius is relentless, refusing to let the hold go. Price checks on Dune but Dune isn't ready to give up yet. Dune with a last ditch effort to get Andre off, backing into the corner and ramming him back first into the turnbuckles. But it's the wrong corner and Holmes quickly tags himself in as he slaps Andre on the back. Aquarius still with the hold as Dune stumbles forward and drops to one knee. Price acknowledges the tag and Holmes takes his time getting into the ring as Dune is fading.
Freddy Whoa: Things are looking bleak for The Sentinels title reign!
Holmes directing the action as Price is trying to get Andre out of the ring. Holmes tells him to bring Dune back up and Andre obliges. Holmes readying for the Hammerhead Blitz when Dune springs to life and hits Andre with an elbow to the face. Dune now thrashing Andre about before he finally sends him flying to the mat. Holmes looking to his corner but Gable is still down.
Zach Davis: Well he's been calling the shots for his team all night but now it's time for Jared Holmes to fight!
Holmes not about to show he's afraid and he goes right at Dune, connecting with a right hand. Dune fires back a right of his own. Holmes back with another right and Dune answers again. Back and forth, right hand after right hand as the crowd goes back and forth.
Crowd: BOO! YEAH! BOO! YEAH! BOO! YEAH!
Flash pumped up in his corner, bouncing on the bottom rope as he wants in this match finally. Dune blocks a right hand from Holmes and hits him with a knee to the gut. Holmes doubled over and Dune pulls him in, looking for a piledriver.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! This could end bad!
But Holmes blocks it, grabbing onto the legs of Dune so he can't get lifted up. Dune with a forearm to the back and tries again, but again Holmes blocks it and this time counters with a double leg takedown. Holmes with the legs and he tries to stack Dune up for a pin.
Zach Davis: KICK OUT!
Holmes not happy with the count but he stays focused, grabbing Dune by the mask and pulling him up. Holmes tries for the Cliche Kick but Dune catches it. Holmes trying to yank his foot free but Dune throws it to the side, spinning him around. Holmes turned around and Dune drops him with the Dust Devil. Flash absolutely going nuts trying to get tagged in as Dune looks to him. Dune going for the tag as Gable scurries into the ring. Price goes to keep him out as Dune makes the tag to Flash. Flash in the ring and he pulls Holmes up before dropping him with the Lightning Bolt. Flash with the pin attempt as Price gets Gable back out of the ring. Price turns back around and sees the pin but does nothing.
Gravedigger: What the hell is Price doing? COUNT YOU IDIOT!
Price walking over to Flash and yells that he's not the legal man. A visually pissed Flash up to his feet and he's telling Price he tagged in. Price yells back that he saw no tag. Flash in Price's face as Price is daring him to throw a punch.
Zach Davis: Price didn't see the tag! Flash is legal but Price was trying to keep Gable from getting involved.
FLASH SWINGS! Price ducks it and goes for a Downfall, but Flash breaks away from it and grapples Price from behind...
Gravedigger: ITALIAN SUPLEX!
Andre Aquarius runs at Flash who hits the Sudden Flash!
Freddy Whoa: SUDDEN FLASH! WHOA! But there's no referee to count it!
Seth Lerch comes running out, referee shirt and all. He slides in. Flash drops down and pins Andre, hooking the leg.
Seth quickly hugs Flash, who shoves Seth off.
Gravedigger: I think Seth just wants friends. The BeachKrew, Logan, Joey Flash, Jonny Fly... no one loves him anymore. Not even Steve Orbit.
Seth drops down and knows when he's not wanted, he goes to roll out of the ring - UNTIL JAYSON PRICE HITS HIM WITH THE WORLD TITLE!
Zach Davis: Price clocks Seth right in the head! Jayson Price was supposed to be the ref in this match, not Seth!
Price turns - BOOM, Sudden Flash from Joey Flash to Jayson Price! Price drops and quickly grabs his Title and backpeddles up the ramp. Seth has already disappeared, not wanting to deal with Prie.
Freddy Whoa: If that happens at Timebomb, we may have a new World Champion! If Joey Flash wins at Timebomb, he may actually get to earn a World Title reign and live to enjoy it!
Gravedigger: Say what you want about Jayson Price, and I'm not a fan, but he's desperate. He'll do anything to keep that belt, Freddy. It won't be that easy.
Occulo and Joey Flash leave the ring as we hear “Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon. A huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. Occulo waves Dune to follow them but he declines. He knows what this is about.
A moment later the smoke clears, we see Johnny Rabid now standing tall; arms outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as Johnny's name appears on a Slam Graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's Johnny hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the boo's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades.
Rabid walks over to a waiting Dune. Mic in hand.
Johnny Rabid: Dune, everybody thinks you're this unstoppable monster, The best pound for pound wrestler this company has ever seen. The man that's going to walk away with the trilogy cup for an unprecedented two years running, I hear the praise, I hear the cheers.
Massive pop for Dune.
Johnny Rabid: But what I don't understand is the fear. The fear this company has for you. Why I am the only one in the back with the courage to stand up here today and call you out. I don't understand that. You're not a god, Dune. But what you are is standing in the way of progress. MY progress. And that, I cannot allow. You want to know why I am here? It's simple. I'm standing here, because you're the monster to beat...and I want to slay you. I want your fucking scalp. I want your head on my wall. I am the one Dune. The one man that as no fear of you.
Dune grabs the microphone from Rabid's grasp. Ohhhhhh from the crowd as Rabid snarls before Dune retorts.
Dune: You should be afraid of me, Rabid. Because no matter what you say, or what you do. You'll never be as strong as me. You'll never be as fast as me. And no matter what words you say; they'll never pin me in this ring. Now, if you want to fight? We can fight. But the outcome will ALWAYS be the same. It will be--
Rabid snatches the microphone back from Dune's grasp with lightning reflexes. Another Ohhhh from the crowd as Dune seems curious, that was....not expected.
Johnny Rabid: Did you say something about fast? Seems so long ago. You want facts, Dune. The facts are this. You have NEVER faced a man like me before. And when we met in this ring? When we go toe to toe? You better be prepared to say something you've never said before. You're going to say...you where wrong. And you're going to say it, with a mouth full of blood.
Cheap shop by Rabid! Dune drops as Rabid follow it up with a KINGDOM DESTROYER!
Zach Davis: GOOD GOD! Rabid got the drop on Dune!
Rabid stands over the unconscious Dune, thinks about the war he's just begun, a moment before dropping the microphone and silently exiting the ring.
Gravedigger: WE'LL SEE YOU AT TIMEBOMB1
Slam fades to black.