Scene fades in backstage where we catch a glimpse of DeMarcus Jordan walking to his locker room, a bag slung over his shoulder and a cell phone in his hand. He walks around a corner...and catches a chair to the head, taking him completely by surprise. Dustin Beaver steps out, followed by Wade Moor and Johnny Rabid.
Wade Moor: Do it.
Wade licks his chops as Rabid crosses his arms. Dustin takes the chair and drops it down on a barely recover DeMarcus' back. It drops him to the floor again as Wade walks towards the two, Rabid smiling in the distance.
Wade Moor: Watch this Joey.
Wade lifts DeMarcus' leg up and leans it against the wall. Beaver backs up and slams the chair directly into Jordan's knee. A loud crunch sounds as Jordan hollers in pain, grabbing his knee. #BeachKrew leave the area, smiling and high fiving as a backstage tech approaches and calls for help.
As we come back from commercial, The Pride are in the ring, as well as their opponents; Benson, Warbird, and Psycho Dragon. As the two teams get ready for the match, Pride member Griffin and Psycho Dragon have been chosen to start off the bout.
Ding ding ding!
Gravedigger: Let’s see if these Pride guys are all talk.
The Griffin charges forward and immediately takes a corkscrew back kick from Psycho Dragon! He slams back onto the mat,
Gravedigger: Looks like it so far. All right, well. That was fun while it lasted.
Griffin bounces up to a seated position only for Psycho to take him back down to the mat with a headlock. He wrenches it once and Griffin’s hands extend outward to possibly catch a tag, but since he’s in the middle of the ring, his partners have no chance of getting in right now.
Freddy Whoa: How did this guy get booked into an Internet title match?
Zach Davis: You’re the one who booked him in the match!
Psycho Dragon wrenches on his head again! And the crowd, in response, begins clapping their hands to a slow rhythm, picking up speed overtime…
Zach Davis: This could be what he needs to get back in the game!
Griffin starts pushing off the floor slowly and gets to his feet! He then attempts to flip Psycho Dragon over his hip…
But Psycho Dragon keeps the hold on and rolls over, bringing Griffin to the ground again in a side headlock.
Gravedigger: This is just pathetic, is that all he can do?!
Ethan and Eddie on the apron are desperately trying to will their friend back to his feet with Ethan trying to get the crowd going again and Eddie attempting to talk some sense into his old friend.
Griffin, on his part, takes a deep breath and pushes up to his feet again, this time pushing Dragon up against the ropes and hurling him off his head to the other side of the ring!
Zach Davis: There we go! Side headlock counter by Griffin…
Psycho Dragon rebounds off the ropes and Griffin leap frogs over him and, as Dragon comes back, gets hit with a dropkick from his opponent!
Zach Davis: And a beautiful dropkick to Warbird!
Ethan and Eddie: Yeaaah!
Griffin, happy as can be after hitting a successful move attempt, crawls over to get the cover on Dragon…
But Psycho rolls him up and pushes him into his team’s corner, at which point he tags out to Warbird!
Warbird: Eat shit!
Warbird vaults over the top rope and stomps on Griffin’s back as he tries to get up, pushing him back down to the floor.
Warbird: This is the best you got, Pride!?
Ethan gets onto the second rope and nearly climbs over, but Eddie’s able to keep him back down along with the ref, Senior Official Stanley Moser. And as the referee’s distracted, Warbird goes down and grabs Griffin around the neck, blatantly choking him in front of the live audience.
Gravedigger: That’s the ticket!
Zach Davis: What a lowly tactic. Should’ve expected it coming from Warbird.
Gravedigger: That’s what you gotta do to win, Davey!
When Stanley Moser turns back to the action, Warbird quickly transitions it into a chin lock with a knee pressed into Griffin’s back. He pulls back hard on the jaw; nearly fish hooking him, but thinks better of it when the ref gives him a stern look.
Warbird then pulls him up to his feet and goes into his side, hoisting him up and… dropping him down hard on his shin!
Griffin falls down to his stomach at which point Warbird leaps up… and drops a knee on his back!
Freddy Whoa: Ouch!
Warbird grinds his knee into Griffin’s back and slaps him across the back of the head a few times before pushing off of him and dropping an elbow into his back!
Zach Davis: Continuing his onslaught on the poor rookie, Warbird hits an elbow drop.
Gravedigger: Poor? He knew what he was getting into when he got signed to this federation! Don’t feel bad for him!
Griffin groggily gets to his hands and knees… but as he does, Warbird wraps his arm around his head and drops him into an Ashes to Ashes, a facebreaker DDT!
Gravedigger: That’s right, finish him off!
Griffin pops up from the attack and is immediately hit with a headbutt from Warbird! He falls back against the ropes, bouncing off slightly only to get picked up and dropped in a death valley driver known as Dust to Dust!
Following that up, Warbird tags out to Psycho Dragon again who flies into the ring and pulls his arms back and hits him with a brutal curbstomp into the back of his head!
Freddy Whoa: He’s done! Done!
Psycho Dragon celebrates, holding his hands out and taking in the violence.
Zach Davis: Wait… what’s Griffin doing?
With that curbstomp, Griffin’s busted wide open, and blood seeps through the openings in his green and purple mask.
The rookie surprisingly tries to push himself up to his hands and knees. He fails, but he just keeps trying over and over again, slipping on the drops of blood coming from his face.
Zach Davis: He will not go down!
Psycho Dragon, turning back, sees Griffin and almost drops down for a strike, but then looks over and sees Bad News Benson holding out his hand for a tag and patting the top turnbuckle. Warbird turns to Benson.
Warbird: Oh, you wanna… hah! Yes! Tag him in!
Psycho Dragon nods and tags in Bad News Benson, who gestures for him to drape Griffin over the top turnbuckle, which he does so promptly. Bad News climbs up to the top, gets steady footing, and pulls Griffin up.
Freddy Whoa: Oh… oh my.
Zach Davis: He’s going for his finish…!
Gravedigger: He wants to end this poor boy’s whole career!
Bad News Benson makes a cutthroat gesture with his hands, wraps his arms around Griffin’s torso, and from the top rope he hoists him up for his piledriver off the top rope to the floor…
Zach Davis: Wait! A counter!
But Griffin, as he’s pulled up, bends upwards, wraps his legs around Benson’s neck, and then flips backwards!
Bad News Benson flies through the air, flipping forward, and his back crunches against the barricade!
Zach Davis: HO-.
Freddy Whoa: …LY.
Bad News Benson slides to the floor, his back contorting in a way that shouldn’t be possible, and screams out in pain, yelling out as the doctors at ringside attend to him.
Zach Davis: Is his back broken!?
Gravedigger: Possibly. Shit, his career could’ve ended from that hurricanrana! Griffin you murderous psychopath! You could’ve killed him!
Warbird, surprised and horrified, drops down to the floor as flashbacks shoot through his mind…
Griffin, meanwhile, grabbed the top turnbuckle as he flipped backwards and climbs up top. Seeing Psycho Dragon still in the ring, he turns around and hops backwards for a diving back elbow…
But Psycho Dragon turns around and catches him in a gory special! He adjusts his arms, looking to flip him forward for his Dragon’s Lair Driver…!
Zach Davis: It could end right here…!
But Griffin, with pure strength, pulls him down… and then up onto his back in a gory special!
Freddy Whoa: Huh!? What’s he going for here!?
Griffin turns around to the hard camera and, in a stunning maneuver, spins out Psycho Dragon and slams his knee into Dragon’s face, knocking him straight out on his ass! A Gory Special Transitioned into a Go To Sleep!
Ethan: When’d he learn to do that!?
Warbird, having recovered from his wartime flashbacks, climbs up onto the apron and holds his hand out for Psycho Dragon to tap out. Griffin, in the meantime, is slowly crawling towards his partners in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Tag out! Tag out right now, Griffin!
Gravedigger: You’re supposed to be unbiased!
Zach Davis: Heh. Tell that to #BeachKrew.
Gravedigger: What’s that supposed to mean!?
And, with a final leap, Griffin flies through the air and…
Tags out to Ethan King as Psycho Dragon tags out to Bad News Benson!
Zach Davis: Tag made on both sides!
Ethan floats over the top effortlessly and, angrily, jumps into the air at Warbird, hitting his slingblade named Welcome to the Future right off the bat!
Zach Davis: And King is fired up! Welcome to the Future!
Ethan pops up back to his feet as Warbird groggily gets to his and, taking off towards him, hits a running spinning heel kick straight into Warbird’s jaw, taking him out of the ring!
Psycho Dragon gets into the ring and looks to hit Ethan from behind…
But Eddie floats into the ring like a man possessed and intercepts Psycho Dragon immediately, grabbing him around his waist and hitting his signature Northern Lights Suplex!
Zach Davis: Oliver North by Northwest!
Freddy Whoa: What?
Gravedigger: That’s what it’s fucking name is!? Jesus Christ.
Eddie gets to his feet and pulls Psycho Dragon to his. Looking at Ethan, they both nod, and without a moment’s hesitation, Eddie grabs Psycho Dragon from behind and, both Ethan and Eddie combined, hit the Pride Driver! Eddie’s Backdrop Driver, the Chemtrail Driver, into a Diving Neckbreaker from Ethan!
Zach Davis: The whole crowd is going insane for this new team! Go Pride!
Psycho Dragon rolls over into the corner and, instinctively, gets to his feet, at which point Ethan collides into him with a Corner Splash, which causes Dragon to fall down on his ass, at which point Ethan grabs the top rope and vaults up and out of the way of Eddie hitting his cannonball senton, Illuminati Confirmed, into the corner!
Freddy Whoa: These guys are straight killing it up in here!
Psycho Dragon rolls out of the ring and collapses straight onto his stomach. Griffin, having recovered from his earlier beatdown at least somewhat, crawls into the ring and Eddie and Ethan help him up.
Ethan: You good?
Griffin: Ugh… um… yeah.
Eddie: Great! Then don’t mind if I do!
Eddie lets Ethan keep him up at which point he rebounds off the ropes, runs to the other side of the ring, and flies through them, colliding in a suicide dive into the now standing Warbird at ringside!
Freddy Whoa: Oh they’re going for it…!
Ethan makes sure that Griffin’s okay, and when Ethan lets him stand on his own two feet, Griffin makes a weak thumbs up…
Then suddenly bursts back into the ropes, sprinting forward and flying through the ropes, hitting Warbird once again with a suicide dive!
Freddy Whoa: They’re going for the Tri-Lancer!
Ethan smiles at that and, hopping up and down a couple times, rebounds off the ropes, runs across the ring…
But Psycho Dragon intercepts him all of a sudden, grabbing him by the arm, spinning him around, and pulls him into a gory special!
Gravedigger: Oh here it comes! The Hunter kills that motherfuckin prey!
Psycho Dragon then flips Ethan forward, hitting the Dragon’s Lair Driver!
Zach Davis: He’s going to try finishing it right here! He goes for the cover…!
Psycho Dragon pulls a leg up…
Moser suddenly stops the count and Dragon looks over, seeing that Ethan got his other foot on the bottom rope.
Freddy Whoa: Oh snap!
Gravedigger: Gotta hand it to the kid, that’s great ring awareness right there!
Zach Davis: And what’s the ref doing!? He should be counting Psycho Dragon out, he’s not the legal man!
Gravedigger: I think Moser’s allowing for round robin rules in this trios match ever since Bad News Benson got taken out.
Zach Davis: Fair point.
Ethan starts crawling to his feet, using the ring ropes as leverage. Psycho Dragon then grabs his arm and throws him to the opposite set of ropes. When he comes back, Dragon goes for a clothesline…
But Ethan drops down and slides through the bottom rope to the outside, at which point Eddie slingshots himself into the ring and tackles Psycho Dragon to the floor throwing wild punches, elbows, and a couple knees to incapacitate his opponent!
Gravedigger: Felt going ham!
Eddie gets up to his feet and hypes up the crowd, throwing his arms up into the air over and over as he stomps repeatedly, letting Psycho Dragon get to his feet.
Grabbing him along his waistline, he attempts to hit him with the Chemtrail Driver, but as he lifts him into the air, Psycho Dragon flips out of it and lands on his feet, keeping a hold of his arm and flipping him over so he can go for his curbstomp…
But Eddie rolls forward, pushing Psycho Dragon away as he gets to his feet. Dragon attempts to run back at him with a mega punch and… hits it!
But instead of going down, Felt instinctively knees Dragon in the stomach and pulls him between his legs. Griffin, having gotten on the apron at this point, knows what he’s going for.
Freddy Whoa: Oh here he comes…!
The masked vigilante ahold of the top rope, seeing Eddie heave him into the air in a powerbomb hold…
Griffin springboards off the top rope, and as he’s flying into the air, Eddie starts throwing Dragon down…
And when Griffin grabs ahold of Psycho Dragon’s shoulders, pressing his knees up into his back in a backstabber position, they hit it! A powerbomb into a double knee backbreaker!
Zach Davis: Manhattan Project!
But Griffin, having taken damage to his back earlier in the fight, can’t capitalize as he’s in too much pain to do so, rolling out of the ring to take a breather.
And Felt, unfortunately, takes the brunt of that punch he had taken earlier and falls to the floor, slowly finding himself falling out of the ring and onto the floor.
Ethan and Warbird climb back into the ring.
Ethan charges forward and ducks under a punch to counter him, jumping onto the ropes and springboarding off, looking to hit his pele kick, the Hotline…!
And he does! His foot comes crashing down on Warbird’s head, knocking him absolutely loopy! But he stays on his feet for just enough time for Ethan to grab Warbird’s head over his shoulder.
Zach Davis: He’s finishing it right here!
Ethan leaps backwards, flipping over Warbird and hitting the Killin’ It With Fire, a Standing Shiranui!
But, at that point, Psycho Dragon limps into the ring with a chair, still feeling the effects of the earlier Manhattan Project.
Zach Davis: No!
Gravedigger: Put these rooks out of their misery!
But Ethan then backflips and kicks the chair out of Psycho Dragon’s hands, causing it to fly over the ropes and crash into ringside.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Psycho Dragon, without a weapon, stands there facing down Ethan King, who just smarmily points behind him.
Ethan: Think fast, ex-lax.
Dragon turns around only to be suddenly hit with a Tornado Kick by Griffin!
Freddy Whoa: 540° Roundhouse Kick out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: They’re going for their ultimate finish!
Psycho Dragon stiffens up and falls backwards after being hit with Griffin’s finisher, falling straight into an inverted facelock by Ethan.
Zach Davis: He’s going for the Fallen Star!
And Ethan lifts Dragon into the air, hitting his Inverted Lifting Single Underhook DDT.
And, finally, as Dragon rolls back onto his knees, Eddie comes out of nowhere and hits his running knee strike to a kneeling opponent, The Truth Is Out There!
Zach Davis: And with that, they did it! They hit The Inquisition!
Eddie covers him for the pin as Griffin and Ethan climb out of the ring and point to their tag team partner getting the win for them!
Eddie Felt immediately gets up to his knees and throws a hand up in the air, only for Griffin to tackle him with a hug and Ethan to run into the ring, get onto the top turnbuckle, and celebrate for the raucous crowd.
Zach Davis: They did it! They won!
Gravedigger: This is place is going nuts for these guys!
Freddy Whoa: That’s a ‘Whoa’ moment if I’ve ever seen one! What a hard fought victory!
Eddie, Griffin, and Ethan celebrate as the feed fades out!
The Jumbotron comes alive with static that swiftly resolves itself into sharp focus, to reveal the reserved parking lot behind the arena. Leaning against the tailgate of her emerald-green Ranchero, backlit by the fading rays of the setting sun, Bonnie Blue looks around expectantly. The chariot of Helios slips behind the mountains, and plunges the parking lot into the deep gloom of twilight.
Movement catches Bonnie's eye; the camera follows her gaze to where a stumbling figure emerges from a row of cars, a hood drawn securely over his head and his hands bound at his back. Behind him, guiding him with a series of ungentle shoves, is Scathe. Bonnie's gaze narrows at his approach; Scathe gives her a haughty smile, full of contempt.
Bonnie Blue: That's as close as you get.
She points at the ground a dozen feet in front of her. Scathe comes to a stop, his amusement at her directive so palpable that the very air around him seems to ripple with unsounded laughter. A chill crawls up Bonnie's spine.
Scathe: Your detective, as promised.
With that, he gives the bound captive a single forward push that sends him staggering. Bonnie hastens to steady him as he trips, and his weight pulls her down to one knee. She casts her gaze upward to find the Darkitecht standing over her, looking down at Bonnie with a sneer.
Scathe: Count yourself lucky, Miss Blue. The next time we meet may not be so... pleasant.
The Darkitecht doesn't bother waiting for her response, but turns on his heel and stalks away, leaving Bonnie to glare at his back.
Bonnie Blue: It damn sure won't... you can count on that.
She says it well before he's out of earshot, but he gives no sign of having heard as he disappears through the arena door. With a sigh, Bonnie reaches up to lift the hood from the man's head.
Bonnie Blue: Jeez, Sal, I'm awful sorry you got all caught up in --!
The young woman's expression turns to shock all at once. Then she scowls. Beneath the hood is the wrong man; a man who only resembles the private investigator peripherally.
Bonnie Blue: That dirty, double-crossin' son of a bitch! You ain't Sal Minella!
Abruptly, the scene cuts and the jumbotron is again quiet and still.
'Ladyflash' by The Go Team blares out to a ripple of glee from the capacity crowd. An idiot in a lion costume prances to the top of the ramp and raises his arms while bellowing an unearthly battle roar. It swiftly stalks up the aisle and arrives before an obviously planted child in the front row. The youngster wails and shrieks as the 'lion' is about to strike.
SUDDENLY, Emeka Nnamani runs out to a colossal, pee-inducing pop and clotheslines the shit out of the lion. The lion's head comes off, exposing a random crew member's ugly face. Emeka gives the lion head to the lucky child who wears it for the rest of the night. He turns and gestures to the entranceway. Several other costumed jungle creatures of many breeds come out and carry the fallen lion off on a stretcher. Emeka continues to run to the ring before leaping in and shaking the ropes like a warrior who could be described as ultimate.
Gravedigger: That lion never did anything to anyone! What a jerk!
Zach Davis: Calm yourself….it’s just a prop!
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from a land far, far away... The Concept... EMEKA NNAMANI!
Emeka bounces up and down in the ring as he awaits his opponent.
"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.
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!
Shadowlove doesn’t wait for the real bell to ring and charges at Emeka. Emeka ducks and rolls under the clothesline attempt of Shadowlove. Emeka hops up and hits Shadowlove with a dropkick as he turns around. Shadowlove falls to the ground, holding his face. Emeka quickly stands and kicks Shadowlove a couple of times before pulling him up. Shadowlove pushes Emeka back a step and pokes him in the eye. The referee begins to yell at him as Shadowlove smiles.
Zach Davis: You can’t do that!
Gravedigger: Well he just did!
Shadowlove grabs Emeka and hits him with a belly to belly suplex. Emeka groans in pain as he hits the canvas. Shadowlove is quick to capitalize and puts Emeka in a headlock, wrenching his neck. Shadowlove holds Emeka with his right arm and begins to hit Emeka in the face with his left hand. Shadowlove finally releases the hold. Emeka’s head hits the canvas and he lays on his back in pain. Shadowlove stands up and runs against the ropes, he pops back towards Emeka and slows down to hit him with an elbow to the sternum. He covers Emedka
Freddy Whoa: Emeka kicks out!
Zach Davis: He’s gonna need to get things going or Shadowlove is going to pick him apart.
Shadowlove pulls Emeka up by the hair and whips him towards the ropes. Emeka hangs onto the ropes and when he does not whip back, Shadowlove charges, looking for a clothesline. Emeka anticipates this and hits Shadowlove with a backdrop to the floor. Emeka turns and begins to pander to the crowd.
Zach Davis: He doesn’t want to take to long!
Emeka runs to the other side of the ring and hits the ropes on the rebound he begins to sprint as fast as he can. Just as Shadowlove begins to stand, Emeka hurls his body through the ropes and hits Shadowlove with a suicide dive. Both men hit the ground with a thud. Emeka stands and points towards the crowd. He pulls Shadowlove up and throws him back into the ring. Emeka hops up on the ring apron and in one motion he jumps up onto the ropes and hits Shadowlove with a splash. He goes for a cover.
Zach Davis: Shadowlove just barely gets his shoulder up!
Emeka mounts Shadowlove and hits him with a flurry of punches. He runs over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Emeka once again begins to point towards the crowd. This however gives Shadowlove a moment to make a move and he runs over and hits the ropes, causing Emeka to lose his balance and his legs go on both sides of the turnbuckle. Shadowlove climbs up and hits Emeka a couple of times before hitting him with a suplex from the top rope. Both men wince in pain as they land.
Zach Davis: Both of these men want a shot at the TV Title and are doing anything to get it!
Shadowlove gets to his feet first and begins to snarl at Emeka who gets to his feet a second after him. Shadowlove goes for a kick but Emeka catches it but in one motion Shadowlove hits Emeka with an Enzuigiri. Emeka hits the ground with a thud. Shadowlove stands and winks at Ms Miyamoto. He walks over to Emeka to go for a pin but Emeka quickly grabs Shadowlove and goes for a schoolboy pin.
Zach Davis: Shadowlove just barely kicks out!
Shadowlove quickly gets to his feet but Emeka is one second faster. He hits Shadowlove with a quick couple of punches and runs towards the ropes. Off the rebound he goes for a Crossbody Block but Shadowlove hits the deck and Emeka goes flying into the referee.
Gravedigger: Emeka should be disqualified!
Zach Davis: That was an accident!
Shadowlove hits Emeka with a knee to the face as he begins to stand. Shadowlove begins to taunt the crowd as Emeka struggles to get to the ropes. Ms Miyamoto suddenly darts in out of nowhere and hits Emeka with a baton that she had hidden in a Wall Street Journal at ringside. Emeka falls back, knocked out. Shadowlove picks up Emeka and points to Ms Miyamoto before hitting Emeka with The Dark Gift. The referee slides over slowly to the two men as Shadowlove covers Emeka.
Zach Davis: Not this way!
Gravedigger: New number one contender for the TV Title!
Shadowlove stands as “Behind Blue Eyes” begins to play as Ms Miyamoto climbs into the ring. They embrace and then pose for the crowd as the camera fades to a commercial.
The camera opens to the dressing rooms in the back, where Katherine Phoenix sits before a larger mirror, her eyes closed and her whole demeanor glowing with child-like enthusiasm. Before her, Thursday Kerrigan purses her lips and carefully drags the eyeliner pencil along the top of Kat’s eyelids, leaving a perfect black accentuation. Pausing to look Kat over, Thursday retracts her hand.
Thursday: Okay! You can look now!
Katherine slowly opens up her eyes not really sure what to expect, she had never let anyone else do her makeup before and she was over the moon that her new BFF, Thursday had offered to do this for her. Katherine grins big as she looks at her reflection.
Katherine: Oh my god… oh my god… OH MY GODDDDDDDDD!!! Thursdayyyyyyyyyyy I looooooove it!!! How did you become so good at doing makeups and stuffs? I’ve been trying for years but I’m no way near as good as you! This is AMAZING!!!
Thursday smiles, turning to the table to pick up a tube of lipstick. Popping off the top, she gives the tube a twist.
Thursday: Just a thing you need to know when you’re gonna go out a lot. Now make a kissy face.
Katherine complies, and Thursday leans in, gently sucking her lower lip between her teeth in concentration as she applies the make-up to Katherine’s pouted lips.
Thursday: If this doesn’t make these boys want you, I don’t know what will.
Katherine just sat still for a couple of minutes trying her absolute hardest to hold back her tears. She really didn’t want to ruin her makeup, especially not when her new best friend had spent so much time doing this for her and done it so lovingly. Katherine looks up at Thursdays reflection in the mirror, her eyes getting a bit watery.
Katherine: You… you think Andy will unblock me on twitter when he sees me looking like this? I just don’t know what to do to get his attention anymores. I’ve done EVERYTHING and no matter what I do he’s just always grrrrrrrrr at me. Always mean at me. Always makes me cry.
Katherine stops herself from talking feeling her emotions building up to a dangerous level inside her. Thursday places a finger to Kat’s lips, quietly shush her as a sly smile stretches across your face.
Thursday: We got a long way to go, bitch, but we’ll have him stealing your panties out of the hamper by the time we’re done. Is he still not taking your calls?
Katherine: Nope… he’s not responding me in any way. I tried to give him a cuddle earlier but all he wanted to do was kick me in the face. Am I really that bad? Why is he always so grrrrrrrr at me and stuffs? I’d never do anything to hurt him in any way! He knows that. I love him…
Thursday tilted her head, tapping a finger on her chin in thought.
Thursday: There’s nothing wrong with you, Kitty Kat; he just doesn’t know you yet. We’re gonna show him you’re a housewife, not a ho. However…
Thursday looks back at Kat, placing a hand on her shoulder, her lips coming down into a solemn frown as she stares into Kat’s eyes.
Thursday: ...because you’re my girl, I need you to listen to me. And if he’s being a #fuccboi, we’ll make him sorry.
Smiling again, Thursday put the tube of lipstick down and picked up a brush, walking behind Kat and stroking it through her hair.
Thursday: Christ, this is a mess. And we need to get you some new kicks for sure.
Katherine looked up at Thursday in the mirror to see what she was doing; Kat’s hair had become really thick, long and quite knotted. Thursday struggled to get the brush through her hair as Kat just sighed.
Katherine: I’m sorry, Thursday Bear. I kinda lost my brush when Logi kicked me out… I’ve been living on the streets ever since and I can’t afford to buy a new one right now. I did find myself a comb the other day but a mean homeless guy robbed me in my sleep… weirdest thing was I don’t even remember going to sleep naked but stranger things have happened to me haha. Like this one time I woke up surrounded by cats and they were like meowing right into my face. It was the weirdest stuff I’ve ever experienced! After they’d gone away I had such a craving for milk…
Thursday: Um, Kat… Tee-EM-Eye.
Thursday yanks the brush once more through, giving Kat a once over.
Thursday: Well we can’t have you homeless and getting molested by cats… so I guess that means you need an apartment.
Thursday puts the brush down and picks up her phone, dialing a number. Holding it to her ear, she raises a finger to her lips at Kat.
Thursday: Hey baaaaabe. Hi! Look, quick question! Yeah, can I get uh… two thousand dollars a week to set a friend up? Oh, c’mon, we have more than enough! It’s an investment!... You will? WEE! Love you, Jarebear. Kiss-kiss!
Thursday set the phone down and turned to Kat.
Thursday: Match coming up! Exciting! Go kick some ass, then let’s get a Pink Berry afterwards!
Katherine turned around in her chair as Thursday clapped her hands together excitedly, she looked at her for several moments before just wrapping her arms around Thursdays neck and squeezing her tightly. A couple of tears finally ran down Kat’s cheek, smudging her makeup a little bit as she just continued to squeeze her friendly.
Katherine: No one has ever been this kind to me, Thursday Bear… not ever. Not without wanting something in return anywayz. You’re a true friend to me Thursday, I love you sooooooooo much.
Thursday hugged her back, patting her gently on the back with a smile like a shark as the scene cut out.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to SLAM!
Freddy Whoa: Up next, Stuart Slane will defend his television title in a fatal fourway!
Gravedigger: Here comes Travis Tusk!
The lights dim and a meow is heard, introducing the Cattpac edit of "Night Call" by Kavinsky. The entrance ramp is bathed in pink light as Travis Tusk walks out wearing Wayfarer sunglasses. He stops at the top of the ramp and folds his arms while red and white pyro goes off, then walks down the ramp as the house lights gradually get brighter. He climbs up the steps and up the middle turnbuckle, looking at the crowd and soaking in the atmosphere. He takes off his sunglasses and puts them in his jacket pocket. He then climbs down and takes off his jacket, folds it and leaves it on the top of the steps before stepping between the ropes and mentally preparing himself.
Kyle Steel: Introuducing first… He hails from South Bend, Indiana! TRAVVVISSS TUSK!
Freddy Whoa: Tusk sure does love the 80s.
Zach Davis: Who didn’t?
"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 it’s neck from the pain.
Zach Davis: 31 continues to gain experience here in WCF.
Kyle Steel: Now on his/her way to the ring… Hailing from Chernobyl! THE RRRAAAD 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.
Gravedigger: The Rad Russian scares the shit out of me. This monster needs a straight jacket.
Freddy Whoa: Shhh. What if “it” hears you? Shhh.
“Rump Shaker” by Wreckx-N-Effect cues up and Great Power Buti slinks out onto the stage. As the WCF Tron displays images of the Nigerian flag and various shots of Buti executing her signature move and finsher, she turns her back to the crowd and makes good on the song lyrics for a few seconds, before smacking her cheeks and turning to strut down the ramp, high-fiving fans and giving one lucky fellow the chance to “feel the Power of the Buti”. Once at the ring she then pulls herself up on to the apron, gyrating her backside before entering fully between the ropes.
Kyle Steel: Now making her way to the ring… Hailing from Abuja, Nigeria… Great Power Buti!!!
Freddy Whoa: The GREAT POWER BUTI!
Gravedigger: The Great What?
Zach Davis: Buti! Pay attention.
“Conquistador” by Procol Harum plays as Slane, wearing the TV Title around his waist, walks out from gorilla to a Conway Pop. As he makes his way down the ramp and up the steps he will awkwardly attempt to engage the crowd: waving, giving a thumbs up gesture, and so on. After wiping his feet on the apron he then enters between the ropes. He will give his title belt to a stagehand before moving to his corner, where Slane loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring… He is YOUR WCF TV CHAMP! He hails from GRANT, IOWA! STUUUAAARRRT SLANE!
Zach Davis: The Champ looks ready to roll!
Freddy Whoa: Slane’s odds are dicey here in a fatal fourway.
Gravedigger: I doubt that.
The referee holds up the television title. The crowd pops at the very sight of it. the referee calls for the bell to begin the match. The four wrestlers each stand in a corner alone facing out at each other. The Rad Russian runs at The Great Buti suddenly! She slides between 31’s legs on her knees. She slides through and Slane nearly takes her head off with a clothesline!
Gravedigger: Did you see that?
Travis Tusk jumps on the Rad Russians back and she fights to get him off. Preacher Jacob shocks her on the outside leading to her to hip toss Travis to the mat! Stuart Slane looks up at The Rad Russian. 31 begins to blush and this confuses Slane.
Freddy Whoa: Is it me… Or is 31 smitten with Slane?
Zach Davis: Slane nails The rad russian with a solid kick to the side of it’s kneecap!
The charlie horse sends 31 to one knee. Slane applies an abdominal stretch to the huge wrestler. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring, Tusk and Buti continue to swap blows. Travis gets in a kick to the rib cage leading to Buti to bend over. Tusk follows up with a huge superkick! Travis hooks a leg for a pin!
Zach Davis: ONE!
Gravedigger: Broken up by the champion!
Slane quickly stomps out the pin after releasing the abdominal stretch on The Rad Russian. 31 catches it’s breath after the break.
Freddy Whoa: The Rad Russian looked like it may tap but Slane had to break up the pin.
Zach Davis: He had to. Slane doesn’t have to be the one pinned to lose his strap here.
The Rad Russian slides out of the ring. Preacher Jacobs is made furious by this. He pushes the button on the remote in order to shock 31. It yelps in pain as Travis Tusk watches on from inside the ring. He takes off towards the Russian full speed and baseball slides underneath the bottom rope at 31! Travis nails the russian with both feet sending the huge wrestler towards the announce table. The Rad Russian bounces across the table taking out all three commentators.
Freddy Whoa: Do we still have sound? Can you hear me? Test.
Zach Davis: Yes.
The three commentators slowly get back to their feet. The Rad Russian stands up then begins to walk towards the ring. Preacher Jacobs continues to shock 31 with harsh instructions! Slane rolls out of the ring after The Great Buti catches Tusk with a vicious knee lift in the middle of the ring.
Gravedigger: The champion is looking for the russian!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think that is who Slane is after.
Stuart Slane watches as Preacher Jacob continues to press the button on the remote, shocking 31 with huge volts. Slane takes off after Jacob but the preacher quickly turns and runs away. Slane chases him half way up the ramp before he stops. Stuart watches as the russian rolls into the ring and quickly turns his attention back to the match.
Zach Davis: Slane wanted to get his hands on that preacher.
Freddy Whoa: Indeed.
Slane slides back in the ring and is met by The Great Buti. She begins throwing shoot kicks and sharp punches at the television champion in bunches. The Great Buti sends Slane to the mat with a huge mongolian chop! She quickly piles ontop of the champion!
Zach Davis: Broken up by The Rad RUSSIAN!
31 continues to stomp The Great Buti until she is off of Slane. 31 then reaches out and takes ahold of Buti around the throat with it’s huge hands. 31 pulls her in close quickly, nailing The Great Buti with a huge headbutt! The shot from the huge wrestler sends Buti to the mat in a pile.
Thirty one chants break out as The Rad Russian stands all the way up. Tusk leaps up on the top turnbuckle while Slane faces down the huge wrestler. Slane charges in with a spear but at the last second lifts the russian up into the air with all of his strength. The modified Runaway Slane lifts the Russian up into the air just as Travis Tusk leaps off the top turnbuckle. Tusk nails the russian in the jaw with a huge missile drop kick! The crowd pops at the display of agility on both Slane and Tusk’s part.
Freddy Whoa: Did You See THAT???
Gravedigger: Now Slane and Tusk are working together? What is this?
Zach Davis: Not anymore!
The two men began swapping blows as The Great Buti hooks a leg of The Rad Russian!
Zach Davis: ONE!
Gravedigger: Broken up by Slane and Travis!
Slane and Tusk both stomp out the pin at a count of one. The Great Buti gets back to her feet as Tusk and Slane go back to swapping shots. Slane gets the upperhand and quickly cradles Travis for a DDT! The Great Buti continues her assault on The Rad Russian.
Freddy Whoa: 31 looks dazed after that brilliant tag team effort on the part of Slane and Tusk.
Gravedigger: Everyone is fighting it out now!
Zach Davis: Preacher Jacob has left the building so 31 will not get shocked any further here tonight anyway.
The Great Buti continues to hit The Rad Russian with a barrage of shoot kicks. She spins around slinging her right elbow into the side of 31’s skull. The rad russian hits the mat closing her eyes after her head slams on the mat. The Great Buti leaps up onto the top turnbuckle then flips around to face out at 31, who is still down. Buti leaps off the top turnbuckle and hits her mark halfway across the ring! The leg drop from the top rope lands directly across the throat of the big russian! She hooks it’s leg for a pin!
Zach Davis: TWO!
Freddy Whoa: Broken up by Stuart Slane! The champion wants to keep his belt!
Tusk leaps up onto the turnbuckle after Slane breaks up the pin. The champion has no idea Travis is aiming for a bulldog until its too late. The flying bulldog slams Slane’s head into the mat and shakes the entire ring. Tusk hooks a leg for a pin!
Freddy Whoa: One!
Zach Davis: Broken up by the rad russian!
The Rad Russian picks up Tusk off of Slane. It lifts Travis high into the air backwards. The belly to back suplex nearly bounces Tusk out of the ring! He ends up dangling off the edge of the apron on the outside of the ropes.
Zach Davis: That german suplex was brutal!
Slane chases after The Great Buti but gets clotheslined by the Rad Russian! 31 had a running go at Slane and it caused him to twirl in the air! The crowd pops as Buti leaps off the top turnbuckle onto Tusk on the outside! The huge crossbody sends them both to the floor on the outside!
Gravedigger: Tusk and Buti are now both down on the outside!
Slane stumbles back to his feet The russian catches him with a sharp elbow across the forehead! 31 pulls Slane in close to cradle him up. The rad russian lifts Slane high into the air then drops him down on the mat with a big time pump handle slam! 31 hooks a leg!
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: Kick Out by the champion!
Slane kicks out then begins to elbow the big russian in the side of the head! He continues until 31 is in a bit of a daze. Slane strikes with a triangle choke hold! He wrenches it in then applies even more pressure. The russian flaps it’s arms about attempting in vain to escape. The Great Buti gets back to her feet on the outside. She slides in the ring and just before the russian taps she nails Slane with a huge kick to his head! The kick leads Slane to release the hold.
Gravedigger: Slane almost made 31 tap!
Zach Davis: That was close!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Slane gets back to his feet and The Great Buti runs at him again; he pulls down the top rope and sends Buti flying out. Tusk attacks Slane next but Slane blocks Tusk's strikes and is able to hit the Slane Slam!
Gravedigger: Pin from the Scoutmaster.
Zach Davis: Stuart Slane retains!
Gravedigger: But how will he fare when he goes into the ring with Shadowlove?
We go to commercial.
Bonnie Blue is backstage; contemplating her decision regarding Scathe and the resurrection of an “Old Friend” of Johnny Rabid. Bonnie allows the blunt to burn between her fingertips as she leans against the editing truck; thinking things through.
A moment passes as two EMT's race past her, carrying a gurney. One of the paramedics looks at her with a flash of concern; Bonnie shudders, as if someone has walked over her grave, she peels herself off the van as her cell phone vibrates inside her jeans pocket. She checks a text message and drops the blunt in horror; her legs running back towards the Rebellution dressing room before the cigarette can hit the ground.
A steady cam shot follows Bonnie as she turns a corner; now faced by a staggering DeMarcus Jorden who is clutching the side of his head as blood pours down his face. A huge looming shadow arching back behind him with a chair in hand; bringing the weapon down onto the back of Jordan's scalp with terrifying force!
Jordan stumbles forward; his bruised face hits the floor hard, nose busted wide open as he loses consciousness. Bonnie's eyes dart left and right as she sees the EMT's have also been taken out; both slumped against a nearby wall. A set of feet stepping over Jordan.
“Thank you, Wade. Please attend to the others while I conduct business here.”
Bonnie's eyes widen as she's faced by--
Dressed in his ring attire, he adjusts his gloves as he spies Bonnie before him. He snarls and smiles at the same time. This is an utterly focused Rabid. Cold and mean and terrifying. He spits out each word now as if it's comprised of pure venom
Johnny Rabid: Why Miss Blue, I believe I am your huckleberry for this evening. Now, before we begin.
Bonnie Blue: Begin?
Johnny Rabid: Yes, Begin. I hope before we begin that you realise that your actions have threatened my family. That they've threatened my wife, and that they're threatened my son. I hope these facts are not lost on you, because I want you to know why I am killing you tonight.
Bonnie looks around for a weapon.
Johnny Rabid: Yes, dear Bonnie. Look for a weapon. Scream for your shining knight. Make all those fruitless gestures that only prolong the inevitable. Trust me when I say this; your pain gives me no pleasure, but there will certainly be satisfaction.
Rabid sprints forward with a rush of speed, backhanding Bonnie to the ground before she can defend herself. Bonnie swings, but a series of punches to the body and face knock her to the ground. Rabid follows that up with swift, brutal boots to the face as Rabid uses the wall to steady himself and apply more power to each boot. Bonnie covers up, but is dragged to her feet by her hair and slapped across the face, drawing blood.
Johnny Rabid: Well, perhaps some pleasure.
Rabid slaps her across the face again as he drags Bonnie by her hair towards the gorilla curtain.
Zach Davis: On My God.
Gravedigger: You reap what you sow. And may gawd have mercy on her sweet soul.
A huge uppercut catches Bonnie under the jawline as she staggers onto the stage; Rabid follows her out to a monumental chorus of heat. Rabid kicks her in the stomach with a nonchalant sense of menace; adjusting his gloves, just playing with her now as he slaps her across the face again.
Johnny Rabid:You're probably wondering where your speed is, Bonnie. Why your strength has failed you. The joint you smoked, It was spiked. You've been drugged, dear Bonnie. Too bad its no anaesthetic. But then again, I truly, TRULY want you to suffer.
SMACK! Another casual swipe across the cheekbone as Bonnie slumps to her knees. Rabid peers over the stage at a nest of electrical equipment; speakers, wires and a generator. Rabid Smiles.
Johnny Rabid: Time seems to fly when I'm having fun. To bad for you, Bonnie...SO DO YOU.
Rabid grabs Bonnie and lifts her up into a gorilla press position; dangling her prone body over the edge of the stage; below her, fifteen feet down, resides the electrical equipment!
Johnny Rabid: And now...dear Bonnie...your final fall from grace.
Zach Davis: No! Somebody stop this ! FOR GAWDS SAKE!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: DUNE! OH MY GAWD!
Dune appears on stage to a HUGE POP! Rabid's opponent at Explosion wastes no time in his attack as he begins to club the back of Rabid's neck and back with huge right hands and forearms, catching Bonnie as she falls from Rabid's grasp. Dune goes to set Bonnie down as Rabid takes advantage; delivering a running knee lift that catches Dune under the chin! Dune and Rabid are exchanging right and lefts now. Rabid is perilously close to the edge of the stage, his legs wobble as Bonnie steadies herself, she screams, charging forward!
Zach Davis: Bonnie going for a spear on Rabid!
Gravedigger: Watch out, Rab!
Rabid sees the incoming assault in time and sidesteps, pushing Dune into Bonnie's path!
DUNE IS SPEARED OFF THE STAGE!
Crowd: HOLEEE FUCK! HOLEEEE FUCK!
DUNE CRASHES DOWN INTO THE ELECTRICAL EQUIPMENT BELOW, WHICH EXPLODES IN A SHOWER OF SPARKS!
Zach Davis: Good Gawd! Dune! Dune could be DEAD!
Gravedigger: His last name better be McMorris, or its the ten bell salute for that fucker!
Bonnie freezes, her blood running cold as paramedics arrive on the scene; attending to an unmoving Dune, while Johnny Rabid gives the daughter of time a rousing round of applause before exiting the stage with a spring in his step and joy in his heart.
Zach Davis: We need a commercial now, STAT!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall!
We hear "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play, after a few chords, we see Raymond Hatcher come walking through the curtain, he has his hands wrapped in black athletic tape and is wearing a black robe laced with gold trim underneath which are his simple black trunks, kneepads, boots and one elbow pad on his left arm. Hatcher doesn't do his usual pandering to the crowd, instead he has an ice cold expression. Hatcher strolls down to the ring at a steady pace. He heads up the ring steps walking out onto the apron while looking out at the crowd. Hatcher wipes his feet on the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring.
Zach Davis: And here we go! This looks to be an excellent tag team match, made all the more interesting by the choice of partners.
Freddy Whoa: That’s right, Zach! I don’t think there’s a man alive that expects this match to go off without a hitch!
Gravedigger: That’s putting it lightly! Especially with what happened at Timebomb!
Kyle Steel: Making his way into the ring, weighing in at 237lbs, he hails from Los Angeles, California...The Real DealRaymond Hatcher!
Hatcher heads to his corner with a confident strut and begins disrobing.
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!
Freddy Whoa: WCF’s resident larper here! And it’s no secret that these two have had their fair share of disagreements in recent weeks.
Zach Davis: You’re not joking, look at the look on Hatcher’s face!
Indeed, the camera cuts to the ring where Hatcher can be seen staring at Andre with his nose crinkled in disgust, as though he were looking at something particularly disgusting.
His horse is one of those stage broom gallopers, he starts "riding" the horse to the ring after insisting a stage hand follows him, bashing two halves of a coconut together.
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. When in the ring he takes a few dice from the pouch and rolls them. He looks at them appraisingly before smiling, turning to the crowd and doing a very manly fist pump. He shakes the referee's hand, forearm to forearm.
He goes to offer Raymond Hatcher a handshake, but Hatcher simply points to the corner, and Andre stares in confusion. Hatcher points to himself and to the ring before ordering Andre to wait in the corner. A disappointed look stretches over Andre’s face, but he decides to go along with Hatcher’s idea.
Zach Davis: Come on, that’s no way to treat a tag team partner!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think Hatcher sees Jenson as on his level, Zach.
Gravedigger: Exactly! Because he’s not.
The Screen Suddenly cuts to a news desk, where a very serious News Anchor shuffles his papers impatiently. After a few moments he turns towards the camera.
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."
The News Anchor falls silent as the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" suddenly blares. The Screen crashes to static before bringing up the view of the entrance ramp, which is engulfed with a burst of Pyro as Teo del Sol, His trademark white Jacket and white mask shining like the sun itself, steps through the curtain. The corner of the screen bears his wrestling mask with the logo TEO TV emblazoned across it, and he holds one hand high over his head, with a camera in the other. The feed then cuts to a live broadcast from the camera, encompassing the screaming fans all around the arena, waving as they appear not only on the TV screen, but on the large 'Tron above Teo. He begins walking down the ramp, reaching out to shake fans hands and sign autographs, all seen from the viewpoint of the camera, at last he makes it to the ring and the view cuts back to the regular feed.
Zach Davis: And here comes our People’s Champion! He’s certainly lively considering what went down at Timebomb.
Gravedigger: Eh, it serves him right if he’s hurt. What kind of coward tackles a man off of the entrance ramp, anyway?
Freddy Whoa: You could argue that Marx started it, Digger.
The audience goes wild as he steps through the ropes, taking a deep bow, before running into the corner to raise his hands victoriously! He claps his hands in gratitude, applauding the audience that applauds him, and rolls with a quick backflip, landing in the center of the ring. He pushes down with his hands and springs to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes running to the turnbuckle He removes the jacket and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.
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.
But rather than walk towards the ring, he moves the collar of the coat, revealing that beneath it he is wearing a neck brace! He grins at the camera and with an exaggerated motion begins nursing the injury. After a few moments he signals for a microphone from a ring attendant and begins to speak.
Andrew Marx: Ooh! Ow! It hurts!
The crowd begins booing Marx and he responds by shooting a middle finger into the crowd. He continues in a voice utterly dripping with sarcasm.
Andrew Marx: Aw Shucks, Teo. Wouldn’t you know it? As a result of your…actions at Timebomb, it looks like I have not been able to get medical clearance to compete tonight.
Teo looks at Marx with lowered eyebrows but crosses his arms.
Andrew Marx: Of course, I know that since you’ve been talking about how you’ll never back down from a challenge, and that you hate to disappoint the fans, you won’t mind that I went to Seth Lerch and had him change tonight’s contest to a handicap match.
Teo’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise and he glances at Hatcher, who offers him a devilish grin. Andre offers a sympathetic shrug.
Teo looks to the two men across the ring, then to Marx, then to the opponents again before shooting a nod to the referee.
Andrew Marx: Have fun, Teo!
Andrew Marx lets out a devilish laugh as he walks back behind the curtain and the bell rings.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Teo turns towards hatcher and begins circling slowly, the two quickly lock up but Hatcher overpowers Teo almost immediately, pulling him into a headlock. Teo struggles in Hatcher’s grip and Hatcher responds by driving a knee into Teo’s gut, doubling the People’s Champion over!
Zach Davis: Oof! I think I felt that one!
Teo struggles to recover and manages to wrench his head slightly free! But Hatcher takes advantage and drives a European Uppercut across Teo’s jaw, sending the champion stumbling!
In the corner, Andre extends his hand helpfully to Hatcher, but Hatcher pretends not to notice. Instead he grabs Teo from behind in a chickenwing. He rolls the champion over and switches holds, going for an Anaconda Vise!
But Teo manages to kick his legs up, snaking one around Hatcher’s shoulder and rolling into a crucifix pin!
Freddy Whoa: Teo caught Hatcher there!
No! Andre Jenson rushes forward and shoves Hatcher, freeing him from Teo’s grip! Hatcher rolls to his feet and shoves Jenson! Jenson shoots a look of confusion and shoves Hatcher back, but Hatcher points angrily to the corner.
When suddenly Teo grabs Hatcher from behind with a schoolboy! Hatcher struggles but Teo has him locked up!
No!! Once again Andre breaks up the pin, this time by throwing a baseball slide into Hatcher’s back! Teo rolls to the apron as Hatcher stares daggers at his partner. Andre throws his hands up, reminding Hatcher that he was only helping as he steps back towards the corner.
Hatcher walks towards the apron, where Teo is struggling to make it back to his feet. He grabs the luchador by the head and pulls him through the middle rope, dangling him cockily before delivering an elevated DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Ouch! Teo’s head bouncing off the mat like a basketball!
Hatcher picks up the luchador, grabbing him around the midsection!
Zach Davis: It looks like!
Yes! Hatcher picks the luchador up and hurls him roughly to the ground with a devastating Gutwrench Powerbomb! Hatcher gestures to the crowd as if to ask “Is that all?” and slaps his hands together as though wiping dirt off.
Gravedigger: Stick a fork in Teo, he’s done.
Zach Davis: You have to give him credit for following through, but good luck trying to beat two guys!
Hatcher circles the fallen luchador, ready to go in for the kill, when suddenly there is a slap across his back as Andre Jenson tags himself in! Hatcher turns towards his partner in outrage and goes to shove him off the apron!
But Andre moves out of the way, and the momentum carries Hatcher through the ropes to the outside where he lands with a crash! Andre looks at him with momentary concern before offering a glib shrug and going to resume the match!
Zach Davis: Uh, Jenson showing very little concern for his fallen ally.
Freddy Whoa: Ally is a strong word, Zach.
Jenson approaches Teo, who by now has made his way to his knees, and grabs him around the midsection, lifting him into a devastating belly to belly suplex! Teo lands with a crash as Jenson goes and turns towards the crowd, holding his hands aloft and starting a chant of “Kem!”
Crowd: Kem for all!
Crowd: Let’s go Teo!
Crowd: Kem for all!
Andre grins and picks up the luchador, throwing him into a hard Irish whip…
But Teo sees it coming and throws himself into a cartwheel! He rebounds off the ropes even faster and hurls himself into a flying forearm! Andre is caught off guard by the speed of the move and taken off his feet as the crowd explodes!
Teo suddenly kips up to his feet, the adrenaline of the match kicking in! Andre tries to recover, but Teo catches him with a high dropkick! Andre rolls back and Teo catches him with another!
Zach Davis: Holy cow! Teo being energized by this raucous crowd, Freddy!
Andre finally manages to pause the onslaught, if only for a moment, by hurling himself towards his corner! But Hatcher is nowhere to be found, instead taunting Jenson from the ringside area! Fans boo Hatcher but Jenson has no recourse from his supposed ally!
Andre turns back towards Teo, but rather than a kick, he finds the People’s Champion is holding out a handshake, a gesture of sportsmanship. Andre looks out to the crowd, who all cheer for him to take it, and happily shakes the luchador’s hand as the match resumes!
Zach Davis: And what a show of sportsmanship from both men, guys!
Hatcher, meanwhile, makes a gesture as though he is gagging.
Gravedigger: My thoughts exactly.
Teo and Jenson lock up, prepared to do battle once more, and Andre grabs Teo in a headlock! But his grip is not quite good, and the luchador throws him into an Irish whip! Andre comes back with a hard clothesline, but Teo leans backwards, bridging his back as the blow sails over him! Andre runs off the opposite rope, and Teo prepares to go for an arm drag!
But no! Andre manages to catch the luchador mid move, and picks him up with a pumphandle slam!
But no! Teo manages to use the momentum to roll behind Andre, and throws a quick dropkick to Andre’s back!
But Andre manages to stay on his feet, using the momentum to rebound off the ropes!
But Teo finally manages to connect with a blow, spinning into a lightning fast Habanero Hurricane! Jenson’s knees buckle as the blow cracks across his jaw!
Teo turns and points at the top rope as the crowd goes wild once more! Teo positions the prone Jenson in the middle of the ring and hops over the top rope to the apron!
When suddenly someone grabs him from behind and hurls him back into the ring!
Gravedigger: It’s Andrew Marx!
Indeed, Andrew Marx, neck brace and all, has appeared on the apron, though he quickly whips off the collar and begins stomping Teo about the head and shoulders!
Freddy Whoa: Come on! I thought he “wasn’t medically cleared”
Zach Davis: That apparently isn’t stopping him!
Andrew Marx begins stomping Teo relentlessly before dragging him roughly to the corner and tagging himself in! The referee looks upset but decides to allow it.
Freddy Whoa: Come on!
Andrew Marx quickly approaches the weakened Jenson and picks him up into a Package Tombstone Piledriver!
Zach Davis: Vicious Vision! Marx hits his finisher!
Hatcher watches from the outside with a smug grin as his partner is destroyed by the move!
Marx grabs a pin!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Andrew Marx basks in the boos of the crowd as garbage begins pelting the ring…
Zach Davis: Unbelievable! Marx literally stole this one from everyone else in the match!
Freddy Whoa: Technically Hatcher seemed to not care about the result.
Gravedigger: That’s what you call strategy, guys, and-
Gravedigger is suddenly cut off in the ring as Marx grabs his umbrella, which he had brought with him to ringside.
Freddy Whoa: Come on, the match is over!
Marx looks ready to slam the foreign object into Jenson, and raises it up!
But Teo runs forward and shoves Marx, stopping the blow!
So Marx drills Teo across the head with the umbrella instead! Teo crumples like a ragdoll as Marx begins smashing him repeatedly with the object, each blow producing a sickening crack as it rains down punishment onto the luchador!
Zach Davis: Somebody stop him!
Ringside personnel try to break up the attack as Marx continues pouring down blows, finally security manages to shove him off of the luchador, and he grins, looking at the blood that now dots the umbrella with a satisfied and toothy smile. He turns and begins walking up the ramp, but just as he is about to make his exit, Teo calls for a microphone!
He lets out a cry of pain that is more like a wheeze than a call, but he holds the Microphone to his lips and shouts out the words through what sounds like cracked ribs…
Teo: Maaarx! You son of…You!
Marx turns towards Teo and grins happily.
Teo manages to regain his composure and crawls towards the ring ropes.
Teo: I’m putting an end to this once and for all…I don’t just want to hurt you, I want to end you!
Marx begins laughing arrogantly at the luchador.
Teo: There’s only one type of match I know that will settle this once and for all.
Marx nods, still laughing
Teo: This week…Teo del Sol, vs. Marx…on Wednesday Night…in a Scaffold Match!!
Marx stops laughing.
Zach Davis: A what??
Freddy Whoa: A scaffold match? No way that Teo will be able to compete in a match like that!!
Gravedigger: I don’t think he cares at this point, Freddy!
Marx manages to regain his composure, staring daggers at the luchador, who has slowly made his way to his feet. He turns and walks through the curtain as Slam cuts to commercial.
The arena goes dark as titantron shows a House of Ophella’s Symbol. A voice comes over the arena’s speaker system. “This as an official announcement from House of Ophelia” The screen then revels standing behind a wooden podium Vengeance dressed in a black suit, white shirt, American flag tie, black sunglasses, and the WCF United States Championship over his shoulder. Standing behind him is Benjamin Atreyu wearing designer jeans with custom fitted t-shirt, a golden necklace, and a pair of leather shoes, And K.L Henson wearing a white buttoned up, red suspenders, and black pants.
Vengeance: Ladies and gentleman first I would like to say it feels good to be a champion again. It has been three long years and it was a hard long road to get to this point. Now that I am champion of this great country and deservedly so, I would like to make an announcement and share a few things.
Benjamin Atreyu leans in and whispers into Vengeance’s ear.
Vengeance: There is no doubt this country is in great trouble. Mikey Extreme has ruined this country more then you could ever imagine. Illegal immigration continues to grow, unemployment is on the rise, and the nation debt keeps climbing. Because of these issues we have had to watch the WCF adopt an international championship which quite frankly should already be banned, and watch great talent take pay cuts. All of this happened under Mikey’s America, He failed America.
Benjamin Atreyu again leans in and whispers into Vengeance’s ear.
Vengeance: America deserves a great leader. This is something the people simply do not have. People like Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump cannot be allowed to ruin this country they are wrong for America just like Mikey Extreme. So today I officially announce I am running for President. We have a lot of work to get done and I believe with these gentleman standing behind me, we are the right choice for America. The first thing we will be doing is running an investigation in the current legal status of the international champion. We strongly advise this title be banned and the current title holder be deported immediately.
In closing I would like every American to rally behind me as a third party candidate. I am everything you the people need, strength, leadership, hardworking, and most importantly a champion. I am what is right for America, and when you all vote for me I will be the next President of the United States. God bless America and nowhere else.
Titantron once again shows a House of Ophella’s Symbol before going black.
The clanging bell signifies the start of the match. Like two rabid pitbulls stuck in the bottom of a well, Mikey eXtreme and Vulgar circle each other with sadistic intent in their eyes. The audience sits silently, their collective pulse practically reverberating throughout the stadium; this stare down is intense enough to make a Battlebot cry. All it takes is one barely discernible head feint from Vulgar, however, and the two are lunging at each other like a pair of cavemen jacked up on Phencyclidine.
Mikey eXtreme: SNARL!
The two clash like they’re trying to rip each other’s throats out. The former United States champion latches a bodylock on Vulgar’s torso and bulls him straight across the ring into a turnbuckle; it’s clear he’s looking for a suplex. Vulgar has his thumbs knuckle deep in eXtreme’s eyes, but it’s not doing anything to keep him off. Pain is clearly not enough to stave away the Red White and Blue Machine.
eXtreme goes for the throw, but Vulgar manages to counter it by hooking an arm onto the ropes and planting an incomprehensibly powerful knee into his testicles. Mikey grits his teeth and pushes away from his deranged adversary, but he only waits a fraction of a second before charging at him again with a fierce clothesline. Ducking the blow, Vulgar cuts an angle and swiftly shoots in like he’s going for a double-leg takedown. Rather than finish the slam, however… He begins reaching down Mikey eXtreme’s pants.
Doc: Ack! Don’t let him do it, Mikey! Stop that maneuver at all costs!
Heeding his mentor’s warnings, Mikey eXtreme begins repeatedly hammering Vulgar’s head with mind-blowingly vicious downward elbow strikes. The strikes hit with such force that they practically put a dent in Vulgar’s skull, and yet the grey-haired madman won’t stop trying to force his arm down Mikey’s jeans.
Forced to get creative, Mikey clamps onto Vulgar’s head and underhooks his arm. With the deranged madman’s hand still down in his drawers, he kicks back and launches Vulgar’s face to the floor for a skull-liquefying DDT.
Picking the badly dazed Vulgar up from the splotch of blood his butchered face has left on the mat, Mikey grabs his psychopathic adversary by the neck and throat to hurl him clean across the ring with an Irish Whip. Vulgar limply bounces off the ropes, his seemingly invalid body powerless to halt the momentum. The former United States champion waits on the other side of the ring in anticipation, ready to simultaneously shatter both of Vulgar’s orbital bones with his trademark superkick. When the grey-haired mongoloid is finally in range for the attack, however… He springs to life.
Shooting his body under “X Marks the Spot,” Vulgar brings Mikey eXtreme’s world crashing down by blitzkrieging his supporting leg with an inhumanely hard drop kick. Mikey crashes to the floor amidst a chorus of popping cartilage and bone.
A few hairline fractures aren’t enough to stop a champion of Mikey eXtreme’s caliber, though. Springing to his feet almost immediately, he leers at Vulgar dead in the eye for a moment before uncurling an ominous smile at his jagged-faced adversary… Like a predator bearing his teeth before a kill. Vulgar is going down, big time.
He only gets two steps towards his opponent, though, before Vulgar tosses a live crab into his face.
Mikey eXtreme is at a loss to process the situation as two razor-sharp pincers dig into his corneas like fruit knives. He struggles in vain to get the new addition to his face off, but only ends up spilling over the ropes and out of the ring. The referee, after giving Vulgar a stern warning for bringing a foreign object into the ring, begins the ten count.
Doc: Get that shit off, Mikey! Kill that shit!
In twin spurts of blood, Mikey eXtreme manages to rip the crustacean out of his eyes. He breathes a sigh of relief, his face looking as if he’s just gotten over an extremely bad case of hay fever. Before getting back into the ring, he spares a few seconds to hammerfist the blue-clawed menace into bisque.
Suddenly, and for no discernible reason, Vulgar blasts the referee in the back of the head with a brass knuckle-sheathed right hook. The official plummets to the floor, his eyes already rolling into the back of his head like an elephant that just got zapped with a taser. Before he can hit the mat, however, the grey-haired maniac catches his body and swiftly locks on a standing sleeper-hold. The already borderline unconscious referee is far too disoriented to put up any degree of a fight.
Doc: No! No! Don’t do it!
Doc jumps into the ring in an attempt to intervene, but because he doesn’t exist his blows have no effect on Vulgar. Seeing this, Mikey rushes around the ring like a firecracker just went off in his ass and heads straight for his lovely assistant Vidalia, who bears the kendo stick that is his trademark weapon. A sublime yet nebulous aura erupts throughout the arena the very split second his flesh makes contact with the bamboo shinai, as if the pairing of man and nature was somehow causing shockwaves in the very infrastructure of reality. The audience, overcome by this incomprehensible force, shivers like a flock of whippoorwills nesting in an elm tree. When the initial burst of awe finally subsides and they’re able to look down at Mikey eXtreme again, the crowd lets out a collective gasp at what they see: The American King Arthur and his Excalibur.
Moving with otherworldly grace and speed, the Knight of Liberty jumps into the abyss to slay the demon. Stalking across the cable-brimmed white stratum, he warily scans the surrounding area for his antagonist but finds that the beast is nowhere to be found. The shrewd Knight keeps his ears wide open, knowing that an assault can come from any angle at any time.
Mikey eXtreme: Show yourself, you cowardly fiend! Come out to meet your demise!
Rising through the bottom of the achromic floor, bound not by space or time, the entity known as Doc convenes with his pupil in the center of the plane. With celestial perception, he motions toward some point outside the ring.
Doc: There, my disciple.
Far out in the stygian void of the crowd, Mikey eXtreme spots the beast as he attempts to sell a blowjob to an undercover police officer. Hurling his taut, powerful body over the ropes with a roar, Mikey charges up the stairs to meet his adversary.
Vulgar: C’mon, I just need a ten-spot to bribe the baggage handlers at LaGuardia to let me hop a flight to Manaus. I’ve got some cleaning I need to do down there.
Officer: Dude, dude! Look out, you’re still in the match!
Apparently having forgotten what he’s supposed to be doing, Vulgar turns around at the very split second eXtreme brings the bamboo cudgel straight down into his forehead. The scar-faced cretin is knocked ass-over-head into the chairs behind him, sending several beer-swilling rednecks in the audience scrambling lest their alcohol be lost.
Mikey eXtreme: FREEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The crowd pops like no crowd has ever popped before as eXtreme relentlessly hacks away at Vulgar’s neck like a pissed off lumberjack trying to chop down an undersized sequoia. Vulgar had gone completely unconscious after maybe the second blow, but that doesn’t stop the red, white, and blue blooded American warrior from ceaselessly hacking away at his defenselessly adversary.
After maybe eighty or so hits, Mikey eXtreme has finally felt he’s done enough and begins to drag Vulgar back to the ring. After depositing his unconscious opponent onto the mat, he walks over to the battered and dazed referee in an attempt to wake him up.
Mikey eXtreme: Yo, dude, you have to get up and call the match for me. I’ve won.
The referee stirs slightly and begins to open his eyes; it looks like he’ll be up in a second. While Mikey is distracted with helping the official up, however… He doesn’t notice his near inhuman adversary rising up behind him like a slasher villain coming back to life for one final scare. The crowd lets out a collective gasp as Vulgar stands up and hurls himself at Mikey eXtreme like a banshee looking to rip someone’s soul apart.
Doc: Nooooooooo! Mikey!
Shooting his hand down Mikey eXtreme’s pants, Vulgar locks on the hold he was looking for since the very beginning of the match… The legendary Chocolate Finger! Mikey eXtreme’s body seizes up as “anal waves” emanate from the pressure point Vulgar is attacking inside his colon.
Every fiber of Mikey eXtreme’s being wants him to just give up and quit. This alien pain is nothing like anything he could ever enjoy. Just when he’s about to tap out, however, a different part of him begins to speak up… A deeper part, a truer part. The part of him that was once champion. With a low, gravelly voice that embodies all the fortitude he’s ever possessed, it tells him: “Don’t go down! Not to this scum!”
Mikey eXtreme: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!
Jamming the tip of his kendo stick straight back into Vulgar’s mouth, he pries the demon out of his body like an ingrown hair being ripped out of someone’s knee with a pair of tweezers. Forcing the wretched creature down to the floor with his bamboo weapon, he stomps Vulgar’s head so many times that the blood practically soaks through his boots. After a while of this, the now conscious referee implores Mikey to just finish the match.
Mikey eXtreme: With pleasure.
He goes for the cover.
DONG! DONG! DONG!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Mikey eXtreme!
After returning from commercial, we are welcomed to the World Arena where a very special event is currently unfolding. In the ring, the canvas is black with orchestral music playing from the surround system. The ring posts are decorated with flowers, and a podium with a casket behind it. The picture of Mr. Holden with the Cruiserweight Championship, and Mr. Holden dressed in full black for the occasion stands behind the podium with a very disheartened look on his face. The crowd doesn't feel the same way, and reply by booing the man as loud as they can.
Freddy Whoa: For those who don't understand, our Head of Talent Relations, K.L Henson, is holding a memorial service after receiving the news that WCF Crusierweight Champion, Mr. Holden, has passed away. He was rushed to the hospital after the Tag Team Title Match at Timebomb in Dallas, where Grayson Piece and Andre Holmes struck him with the devastating ‘The Rebellution will be Televised’ finisher.
While this is being said the screen shows still frames of Holden being placed into the Surfboard finisher by Grayson Pierce, and then another one of him rolling onto his back exposing Holden’s chest to the air. Another picture shows Andre Holmes flying in the air… they strategically skip the horrid looking devastation of the landing and switch to Grayson pinning Holden, and then a backstage shot of Holden being checked on by officials, being placed on a gurney with his neck in a brace, being placed into an ambulance and being driven away, all the while KL Henson is in the background of all the pictures with a look of apathy on his face watching this all go down.
Freddy Whoa: Once they got backstage he was checked on and it was there where the doctors confirmed his injuries were critical thus needing life support.
Gravedigger: Why are they letting the Tag Champs even breathe? Andre Holmes who has encouraged Katherine Phoenix to kill herself (please keep doing it), and now they are murderers. PUT THEM IN JAIL!
K.L Henson: Tonight, we honor the passing of the greatest Cruiserweight Champion, and my dear friend, Mr. Holden. He--
K.L was rudely interrupted by the chorus of boos pouring down from the crowd. He keeps his composure, and carries on.
K.L Henson: When I first found him, I knew deep inside he needed my guidance, and very more my help. Mr. Holden had a lot to offer to the world. He never conformed to the idiocy, and ignorance that you all provided. He was just, fair, and equal minded. He never treated anyone favorably, he saw everyone as the same. Mindless sheep. It's a shame to see him pass away after he accomplished the Cruiserweight Championship, and I am completely broken to stand here wishing that my…
He pauses… and for the first time you see emotion in his eyes, even if it is oh so subtle.
K.L Henson: That my first and only friend will be here again. However, this was not his destiny. He never deserved what happened in Dallas, Texas last week…
He pauses again, and that look of reserved distress turns into a face of contorted rage…
KL Henson: And those responsible for his death are those you so blindly cheer, and praise. The murderers of Mr. Holden, Grayson Pierce, and Andre Holmes!
The crowd shoot up when they hear their names, and K.L Henson shakes his head. He listens to the pounding repetition of "Rebellution", and slams his fist hard on the podium from their sheer disrespect. He speaks into the microphone once again.
K.L Henson: This is precisely why I was put in charge of Talent Relations. These two have caused too much chaos ever since they joined together. Let's look at the rap sheet. Andre Holmes is responsible for seven security guards currently in the Baptist Memorial Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee with destruction of property, and multiple accounts of attempted manslaughter. He was strictly on suspension, and he disobeyed. How they were even allowed to become Tag Team Champion is beyond me.
K.L Henson: Bad for business, it's making my job harder every day when you can't follow simple instructions! Just as you think it wouldn't end, I had to put MY name on the line to ensure the Tag Team Championships would be handled in the right hands. Myself, and Mr. Holden were ready to ensure the safe keeping of those belts but they couldn't help it. They thought about only themselves, and now my friend is gone! GONE! He will never come back because of REBELLUTION! Grayson Pierce, Andre Holmes! GET OUT NOW!!!
K.L Henson pushes over the podium, and is marching back, and forth furious.
Zach Davis: Henson's lost it. I've never seen him this pissed off ever. I feel terrible for Grayson, and Andre. They retained their championships by using a brand new finisher that put Mr. Holden in the hospital.
"Bones" by Young Guns immediately play from the beginning, and the crowd spring up to cheer the defending Tag Team Champions. Grayson, and Andre both come out wearing black suits. They walk down to the ring as ordered by the Head of Talent Relations although Andre and Grayson are serious as ever, for the first time disregarding the outstretched hands of the fans.
Gravedigger: Look at these idiots. They're criminals. Murderers, and yet the crowd is cheering them. I really hope they get what they deserved.
Zach Davis: They don't deserve to be fired nor charged anything Gravedigger. Holden knew the risk as well as Henson, and these are the consequences.
Gravedigger: You ever been in the ring? You go out there and you expect to get injured, but you don’t go out there and expect to die!
They stand in the ring a feet away from Henson who is almost on the verge of exploding. The lights brighten, and the music fades. He goes to speak until--
Crowd: REBELLUTION! *CLAPX5* REBELLUTION! *CLAPX5*
He disregards them, and continues.
K.L Henson: You two gentlemen are the reason my friend is DEAD. What do you have to say for yourselves before I fire you both?!
Grayson Pierce: Henson, you and I have never seen eye to eye, but I truly am sorry for the loss of your friend, and the blood of Holden is in our hands. I can’t possibly begin to explain my sorrow for this horrible situation…
While Grayson is talking Henson smacks him across the face and stops his mouth. Andre grabs the microphone from Grayson’s hand.
Andre Holmes: Henson. You truly are the dumbest person I've ever met aside from Katherine Phoenix. Here's the thing Henson, and I'm not going to drown you with a speech. I'm going to make it as simple as possible. When you stepped into the ring with us with Holden, we all knew the risk. This sport isn't going to come out pretty, and our lives are ALWAYS on the line when we wrestle. It's that risk we take when we do the one thing we love, and I'm sorry that your own friend or should I say puppet felt the end of that leash. I'm truly am. However, he's resting in peace but the last time I checked, you're still living in hell.
K.L Henson: HE WAS NO PUPPET!
The crowd cheered, and Henson rolled his eyes. He was still getting upset from the disrespected portrayed from Andre.
Andre Holmes: We did what we had to do, and that's retain our Tag Team Championships. It's funny how you say we killed your best friend yet you're the one who made the decision to take him off life support. He was STILL breathing, his heart still pumping, his brain still functioning with the chance he had for him to be okay, and for a way to found to help him. YOU took that chance when you made the decision to end his life support thus, killing YOUR own puppet. You don't get to make that decision but you did. You think you're some type of God who can choose life, and death when in reality, you're just another jerk. If it was up to me Henson.
He stepped up to his face.
Andre Holmes: You should be where Holden is instead.
Grayson Pierce: Whoa!
Grayson grabs his partner’s shoulder and pulls him back, but he can’t hold him for long as Andre rushes forward and goes nose to nose with KL Henson.
Gravedigger: DISRESPECTFUL! FIRE HIM! FIRE HIM HENSON! HE'S GONE TOO FAR!
Henson, and Andre stare face to face while Grayson is trying to pull his own partner back.
K.L Henson: You two are going to suffer every day for taking away my good friend. As a matter of fact, it will begin next week. Next week on Sunday Night Slam, I'll be facing you…
He pauses, and then points… At Grayson Pierce.
K.L Henson: I’ll be facing YOU Grayson…and I want you to be there, Andre, as I beat down your partner to a bloody pulp, and then you'll get a taste of what you did to me when you killed Mr. Holden. You've crossed the line, and now you're gonna pay for it. Maybe you'd know what it’s like to lose someone close to you. Just like how you lost your wife.
Andre immediately pushes K.L into the coffin, and knocks it down along with himself. Grayson holds Andre back as he tries to beat him down but K.L rolls out of the ring, and walks backwards up the entrance path.
Freddy Whoa: K.L Henson has sanctioned a match featuring himself, and Grayson Pierce next week on Slam. What more will happen between Rebellution, and Henson? We'll find out soon.
"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.
"The Greatest" by Futuristic hits the PA, pyros flying in all directions as the word 'underrated' finishes. Lucious Start walks out from backstage, surveying the crowd. He nods, pointing to the ring. He starts down the ramp, slapping his chest and pointing out to the crowd. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, stopping to take in the moment. A deep breath, and he jumps up to the apron (a LA Lesnar). He then pops up over the top rope, running to the nearest turnbuckle, saluting and waving to the crowd. He drops, waiting for his match to begin.
Zach Davis: Both of these men - excuse me, competitors - weren't quite as succesful as they wanted to be at Timebomb. One of them will change around their momentum tonight!
They start the match by tieing up, and Tiffany White takes the early advantage, putting STarr into a headlock. Starr pushes her off and she goes into the ropes, comes back and takes Starr down with a Shoulderblock. Tiffany goes to drop an elbow but Starr rolls away and gets to his feet. Tiffany runs at him and he goes for a Back Bodydrop, she leapfrogs over him, hits the ropes, Springboards, and takes him down with a Clothesline. Starr rolls out of the ring as the fans applaud.
Freddy Whoa: Good back and forth wrestling here to start the match off!
Tiffany White doesn't let up - she runs and executes a Suicide Dive!, crashing into Lucious Starr!
The fans yell and cheer as White plays to them for a brief moment before lifting Starr up. Starr fires back with a few lefts and rights but he's wobbly, White is able to absorb them and throws Starr into the ring stairs. He crashes into them and White quickly rolls him back into the ring, slides in, and goes for a pin.
No!, Starr kicks out. White immediately puts him in a Chinlock.
Gravedigger: I thought that after Chance von Crank was done with her, Tiffany would never show her face in WCF again.
Starr works himself to a vertical base and elbows out of White's hold. He hits the ropes, comes back and Clotheslines her down. She gets back up and Starr runs at her, tackles her down and starts hitting her with punches.
Zach Davis: Thesz Press!
Starr gets to his feet and measures White...
Freddy Whoa: SUPERKICK!
A few smarky crowd membes yell BOOM HEADSHOT but Tiffany White had it well-scouted, she ducks it, and as Starr spins around White runs at him and executes a Monkey Flip. Starr lands and White looks around for a few moments before runing to the ropes and executing a Rolling Thunder.
Gravedigger: On the Button!
The fans are on their feet as White climbs to the top....
Zach Davis: QUEEN OF DIAMONDS! She hits it!
The ref makes the count.
Freddy Whoa: Tiffany White walks away with the victory!
The bell sounds and White gets to her feet.
Gravedigger: With the Cruiserweight Title and International Title added recently, WCF has more chances at gold than ever. Is Tiffany White one step closer? I hope not.
We go to commercial as White takes a moment to celebrate.
Andre Holmes is walking backstage on his way to battle against Scathe. He's looking forward to put a beating down on the man who took out Bonnie, and Demarcus in his previous attacks. With the hoodie on, and his MMA Gloves strapped tight, he's preparing by psyching himself up into the mind frame of tearing his opponent out in the name of Rebellution. However, Hank Brown cuts him off just in the nick of time before he gets ready to head out, and the camera is well documenting them live.
Hank Brown: Ladies, and gentlemen. I am here with one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, Andre Holmes. Now congratulations on the first defense against Mr. Holden, and K.L Henson but now you're returning to singles competition against the man who savagely attacked your fellow Rebellution members, Bonnie Blue and Demarcus Jordan. Why do you think this man is targeting your group specifically?
Andre Holmes: It could be a lot of reasons. Hate, jealous, or simply wanting to get over. Whatever the reason is, it got himself into serious trouble. I'm gonna go out there, and make sure he doesn't show up again. Scathe considers himself a supernatural force but what happens if that supernatural force meets an immovable object? Exactly, the force is nothing. So Hank. Expect him to be carried out on a stretcher once I'm done with him.
Hank Brown: And one more question for the time we have left. You recently blocked Katherine Phoenix on social media. Do you have any words for her, and your marri--
He yells at Hank.
Andre Holmes: We are NOT married! We never have been, and we never will be. She's a psychotic freak whose trying to use me as a way to keep herself relevant. We all know she's not winning the Hardcore Title. She's crazy, and she needs help. So thank you--
Suddenly, Hank Brown walks back intimidated by the new figure emerging on the camera lens as it zooms out. He runs away especially from the last time he encountered this person. Andre turns around, and his demeanour switches to a very enraged one as Katherine Phoenix stands near him with a smile on her face.
Katherine: Good luck on your match my beautiful hubby! My Andy Bear is gonna kick Scathe down, and then we can celebrate!
She tries to go in for a hug but he side steps her, and she turns around giggling as if it was a game. Andre's hands roll up into fists.
Katherine: Still playing hard to get? Hahahaha!!! You're so adorable Andy Bear. Why did you block me on Twitter?
He rolled his eyes.
Andre Holmes: I'm leaving.
Katherine quickly comes in front of Andre who only shoves her down onto the floor to keep walking past her. Katherine gets up off the ground, and fixes herself up before jumping in front of him again.
Andre Holmes: I swear to god Katherine…
Andre Holmes: What?
Katherine: You swear to God Bear... please continue...
Andre looks like he is about to completely lose his temper.
Andre Holmes: I swear to God...
Andre Holmes: ...Say that again. I dare you, I double dare you. Say it again, and I'll put my foot straight down your throat.
Katherine: Silly Andy Bear. Stop being so GRRRR! It's not healthy. You're putting a lawsuit on me for no reason when our marriage is absolutely real, and document. My Teddy Bears were there to witness it. Stop being so grrrrrrr please. It's not right for you, for me, and especially for our daugh--
Andre loses it, and quickly tries to Thrust Kick Katherine Phoenix down to the floor but security was informed of the quarrels by Hank Brown who restrain Holmes, and pulls him away from her to the entrance.
Andre Holmes: FUCK YOU PHOENIX! YOU BETTER PRAY THE NEXT TIME WE MEET, THEY HOLD ME BACK! FUCK YOU BITCH!
He is dragged off while she looks sad.
Katherine: Why is he always so angry at me?
Zach Davis: Welcome back to ringside, folks, as we get set to watch Andre Holmes take on Scathe. The Darkitecht, as he calls himself, has been targetting the members of Rebellution since his first appearance in WCF, and we've yet to learn why. All we know for sure is that it has something to do with Gemini Battle.
The opening sound effects of "Relentless" by New Years Day are heard, and the audience knows what they are in stored for. The moment the opening guitar riffs, and drums blast the introduction, the crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers for one of their most cherished athletes in the ring. The lights dim to cover the arena in a blanket of darkness while the strobe lights waver around in a synchronized dance to the rhythm of the song. Andre Holmes walks out from the back with a great smile on his face, receiving all the praise he can get. His hazel eyes wanders to his loyal fans, and he is well dressed in his ring attire with a black vest zipped up with his name on it. He walks down the entrance path, and then stops when the lyrics says "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up..."; Suddenly, he raises his arms in the air, and a parallel line of pyro shoot up at once behind him.
Afterwards, he continues his path down to ringside meeting a few fans on the way, and quickly hops onto the apron. Swooping through the ropes, he charges to the nearest corner and leaps to stand on the second rope singing out the chorus of the song with pride, and great fashion. Hopping down to the canvas, the lights return to brighten the faces of each member in the audience while Andre unzips his black vest and hands it to the ringside crew. After the music fades, he rests back in the corner preparing for his opponent while the crowd chants his name.
Zach Davis: Just listen to this capacity crowd showing their support for the Relentless One.
Freddy Whoa: It's well deserved praise. You gotta admit that Andre Holmes and Grayson Pierce make a damn fine team.
Zach Davis: That they do.
Darkness claims the arena, and a thick mist begins to collect on the stage, drifting down the ramp toward ringside. The haunting opening strains of DevilDriver's "Just Run" echo throughout the venue, accompanied by brief flickers of light on the stage. As the drums kick in, the flickers of light quicken their pulsating, and become a deep crimson in hue. Scathe steps out onto the stage as the vocals pick up, and pauses for a brief moment to sweep an impassive gaze over the assembled crowd before locking his eyes on the waiting Andre Holmes. The Darkitecht makes his way down the ramp at a measured pace, and the lights gradually come back up as he reaches the ring steps. Once in the ring, Scathe stands in the center, staring Holmes down for another brief moment, then moves to his corner where he sheds his trench coat, his gaze never leaving his Andre's face.
Gravedigger: This is more my kind of guy right here; he's big, he's mean, and he doesn't play by the rules.
Freddy Whoa: So you saying you like bad boys?
Gravedigger: Don't make me strangle you with your own intestines.
DING! DING! DING!
Both men move toward the middle of the ring, Holmes eyeing his opponent warily. A classic collar and elbow tie up ensues, and Scathe quickly throws Andre to the mat. Holmes pops back to his feet and moves in to lock up again, but Scathe wards him off by burying a heavy boot deep in Andre's midsection. The Darkitecht quickly follows up with a stiff right that staggers Holmes a few steps to the side, and Andre takes a moment to check if his jaw still works. Satisfied, Holmes tilts his head from side to side to crack his neck, then rolls his shoulders a few times before he raises his fists, and assumes a brawler's stance. A small smirk appears on Scathe's face and he takes a step forward, only to be met with a lunging uppercut that stops the larger man in his tracks. Andre puts his superior speed to good use, and takes the Darkitecht down to the mat with a schoolboy takedown, quickly transitioned into a single-leg Boston Crab.
Zach Davis: Holmes working the legs early. Generally a good strategy when you find yourself overmatched like this.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, it don't matter how big you are if you can't stand up. If he's smart, Andre'll keep Scathe off his feet.
Gravedigger: Well, he's in a stable with Bonnie Blue and DeMarcus Jordan; how smart can he be?
Zach Davis: He's also one half of the Tag Team Champions with Grayson Pierce, so...
Gravedigger: So he was smart enough to attach himself to a slightly more successful wrestler, big whoop.
Scathe powers out of the hold, throwing Holmes off of him, and begins to push himself to his feet. Relentless, Andre rolls as he hits the mat, comes to his feet already in motion toward the ropes, and comes back with a spinning heel kick to the back of Scathe's head as the larger man rises. The Darkitecht drops back down to one knee as Holmes springs back to his feet, and plants a dropkick on Scathe's jaw, bowling him over. Andre pops back to his feet again, and hits a quick elbow drop on Scathe's exposed knee, and rolls away before the Darkitecht can retaliate.
Zach Davis: Andre making good use of his speed advantage with these hit and run tactics, continuing to target the legs.
Scathe rolls to one knee as Holmes comes at him with a superkick, but the Darkitecht catches the foot and unleashes a devastating uppercut to Andre's giggleberries.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Not cool!
Wide-eyed, Holmes crumples to the canvas clutching his crotch. The referee moves to call for the bell, but Scathe interrupts him with a vicious tirade about the terms of his contract.
Zach Davis: Distasteful though it may be, it's perfectly legal thanks to the no disqualification clause in Scathe's contract.
Gravedigger: That's a smart move, if you ask me. I can think of a couple of matches when having a clause like that in my contract would have come in handy.
Scathe pulls Andre up to his feet and shoves him into the corner, then hits him with a back elbow. The Darkitecht whips Holmes across the ring and starts to follow, but stops short in the center of the ring. Andre reaches the opposite turnbuckle and leapfrogs up and back to avoid the follow up attack he was expecting. Confused, Holmes turns around and walks right into Scathe's hands. Literally; the Darkitecht grabs Andre by the throat in preparation for a chokeslam, but Holmes throws a quick pair of kicks at Scathe's knee, causing the man to wobble slightly. Andre breaks free and tries to put some room between himself and Scathe, but the Darkitecht is having none of it; pursuing Holmes as he tries to back away.
Gravedigger: Ha! Where's that speed advantage now?
Andre finds himself backed into the corner, and Scathe draws back a fist Holmes ducks under the arm and rolls out of the corner, then hits a chop block on Scathe that leaves the Darkitecht leaning in the corner. Andre backs up to get a running start, then blasts Scathe full in the face with a running Yakuza kick. The Darkitecht crumbles out of the corner, landing perpendicular to the turnbuckles, and Holmes moves to the high rent district. A beautifully executed Phoenix Splash hits nothing but canvas though, as Scathe rolls out of the way into the corner where his trench coat lies. The Darkitecht rustles around in his coat for a moment, then both Andre and Scathe try to regain a vertical base, with Scathe accomplishing the task first. He grabs a handful of Andre's hair, wrenches the smaller man's head beack, then delivers a swift, crowbar-laden hammer fist that drops Holmes bonelessly to the mat.
Zach Davis: Oh my! After a shot like that, I thnk it's safe to say that Andre Holmes is on Dream Street.
Freddy Whoa: Now don't count him out yet. It ain't the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of--
Gravedigger: No no, he's pretty much done for; it looks like Scathe is going to get some toys.
The Darkitecht leaves Andre where he lays and slips out of the ring. The refere chides hims about keeping the action between the ropes, but Scathe pays him no mind, and begins to root around under the ring. The referee begins a ten count, which earns him a sardonic glare as Scathe comes back up holding a steel chair in one hand, and a sledgehammer in the other. The Darkitecht slides the chair into the ring then grabs the middle rope to pull himself up, when he gets attacked from behind with a running double axe handle.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I was not expecting that!
Gravedigger: What the hell is SHE doing out here?
Zach Davis: Whatever her motivation, it seems Katherine Phoenix has, uh, come to the aid of Andre Holmes. And just in the nick of time, too; it looked like things were about to get ugly there.
Gravedigger: Like your face.
Phoenix berates Scathe for a few moments about his behavior in the ring, particularly the part where he punched Andre in the balls, while the Darkitecht stands in idle silence. Katherine finishes off her tirade with a slap that can be heard in the parking lot, and a full two seconds pass before Scathe reacts with a headbutt that floors Phoenix. The Darkitecht drops the sledgehammer as he reaches for Katherine, and drags her up to her feet with a hand around her throat. Scathe gazes at her with an inscrutable expression for a moment, then chokeslams her on the floor. The Darkitecht takes a handful of her hair, then freezes as the bell rings.
DING! DING! DING!
Zach Davis: Wait, what? I thought there was no disqualification?
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a count out, here is your winner; ANDRE HOLMES!
Freddy Whoa: HA!
Gravedigger: Oh, you've got to be kidding me! Damn you, Phoenix!
Furious, Scathe throws Katherine back to the floor then slides back into the ring. The referee cowers away as Scathe stalks toward him, but is unable to avoid the fist that crashes against the side of his head. The Darkitecht then grabs the steel chair laying in the ring and opens it up before he pulls a still-dazed Andre Holmes to his feet. A hushed silence fills the hall for a brief moment as Scathe lifts Holmes up, then a chorus of boos bombards the Darkitecht as he delivers the Blood Shot onto the open chair, flattening the steel frame.
Zach Davis: And here comes the cavalry!
Before Scathe can continue his assault, Grayson Pierce, Bonnie Blue, and DeMarcus Jordan storm the ring. Pierce dives at Scathe and shoves him away from Andre, while Bonnie and DeMarcus pull Holmes from the ring
Scathe and Pierce stare at each other for a few tense moments, then Grayson calls for a microphone.
Grayson Pierce: Look, I don't know who the hell you think you are, or what your problem is, but it ends right fucking now!
The crowd showers approval on this statement as Scathe takes the microphone.
Scathe: My problem, mister Pierce, is that these people offer you a feast, and yet you choose famine. Embrace your hunger.
Grayson Pierce: The hell does that even mean?!
Instead of replying, Scathe favors Pierce with a grim smirk, then turns and leaves the ring, collecting his trench coat as he does so. The Darkitecht hops the barricade and melts into the crowd, leaving Pierce fuming in the ring, his questions unanswered.
Travis Tusk walks up to his locker, looking beaten-down and exhausted.
Travis Tusk: What now?
He pulls off an envelope that was taped to his locker with "Travis" written on the outside. He opens it and pulls out a letter and a small packet. He reads the letter to himself.
Travis Tusk: (muttering) Travis, I have taught you all I can at this point...bla bla bla...stay positive and keep on meowing. You're going to be great. Sincerely, Steve Catt. P.S. Please enjoy this sample of SteveCarria(TM)-brand natural sweetener, made from the leaves of the rare Steve-ia plant. It goes great in green tea, because Joey Flash is a liar and green tea tastes like nothing on a good day, but usually it just tastes bad.
He inspects the packet.
Travis Tusk: Huh. Inspiring...not.
He crumples up the letter.
Travis Tusk: Well, maybe this means I'm on the right track now. Maybe things are looking up again.
He walks away with a smile on his face before suddenly collapsing.
Travis Tusk: OW MY QUAD!
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. 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 waits for his opponent.
"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 SEA-ymour...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.
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the arena as Gemini Battle makes his way through the entrance curtain. The crowd cheers as he accepts the praise of the fans by slapping their hands, but never smiles as he heads to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and slithers like a snake into the corner where he sits in the corner and meditates until it’s time to get up and ready to fight.
Smoke covers the stage as the music begins; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then, she sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes into the ring.
Zach Davis: We've got another match in what could almost be described as a gang war going on... Rebellution faces off against #BeachKrew.
Gravedigger: We have Rebellution, we have The Family, we have #beachkrew ... and you know Teo Del Sol is trying to reform People's Choice, Mikey is going to bring back T.U.B. and Danny Anderson, and Corey Black probably already has a bunch of jobbers lined up to be the new Pantheon.
Freddy Whoa: And don't forget The Sentinels!
The match starts with chaos; Gable and Blue begin brawling, as do Aquarius and Pierce! Neither team can gain any advantage until Aquarius is able to hit a low blow on Pierce.
Zach Davis: Technically the match hasn't begun yet so unfortunately there can't be any DQs... "smart" move I guess.
Aquarius throws Pierce out of the ring before clubbing Blue's back from behind. Aquarius and Gable quickly hit a Double Suplex before Aquarius gets onto the apron so the bell can sound.
Freddy Whoa: Blue and Gable become our legal participants!
Gable stomps at Blue several times before he lifts her up just to kick her in the gut and drop her back down with a Snap DDT.
Gravedigger: John Gable is all about equality. He was pretty mad about the Oscars being so white, and he's showing how much he believes in equality by beating up this woman right in front of us!
Freddy Whoa: I mean, I guess technically you're right, but.... I sure don't like the way you're saying it!
Gable makes a quick tag to Andre. Andre comes in and lets Blue get up on her own, only to take her back down with a Russian Legsweep. He positions himself on the middle rope and dives, driving his elbow into Blue. He gets up and does the Bret Hart taunt to a chorus of booing.
Zach Davis: Some of the original Moves of Doom right there. Hopefully no one has taught this man a Sharpshooter.
Aquarius grabs Blue, who was crawling towards her corner, and pulls her back towards the #BeachKrew corner. He executes a Backbreaker as Gable Springboards in and hits a Guillotine Legdrop! Gable goes for the pin.
Grayson Pierce hits the ring.
Andre intercepts him.
No!, Blue kicks out.
Gravedigger: There's no denying the heart of Bonnie Blue. Unfortunately, heart will only get you so far.
Gable lifts Blue up... Blue drops him with a Jawbreaker before quickly Springboarding and hitting a Tornado DDT!
Zach Davis: You were saying, Gravedigger?
The referee is yelling at Grayson Pierce to get out of the ring. Before Blue can mount any more offense, Andre Aquarius spins her around and drops her with a #PeleKick!
Freddy Whoa: Ugh, come on, ref. You're going to focus on Grayson Pierce while Andre Aquarius is in there?
Zach Davis: It's actually in the referee handbook that they should always focus on the "good guys" more to make sure they follow the rules so that everyone keeps liking them. That's why bad guys end up getting away with more.
Freddy Whoa: I... guess..... that makes sense?....
Either way, Andre Aquarius and Grayson Pierce both go back to the apron, leaving Blue and Gable both crawling towards their respective corners.
Gravedigger: Who's going to make the tag first?
Both dive at the same time, and both make the tag at once! Grayson Pierce enters and begins brawling with Andre Aquarius!
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Neither man is giving an inch! Once Pierce seems to have Andre reeling, Andre fires back that much harder; and vice versa. Eventually Andre takes a wild swing, which Pierce ducks; Pierce hits a Knife Edge Chop and Andre turns around before throwing him to the ropes. Pierce then hits a Spear!
Freddy Whoa: Rebellution back in the driver's seat!
Gravedigger: It's only a matter of time before he snaps and becomes Gemini Battle again. Rebellution is crazy for trusting him.
Andre gets back up and Pierce is ready. He pulls him in and hits a Short Arm Clothesline, pulls him back up and throws him into a neutral corner. He then runs at him and hits a Splash! Andre stumbles out one last time and this time he ducks as Pierce runs at him. Pierce hits the ropes and Gable pulls down the top rope; Pierce almost flies over but he's able to land on the apron. As Gable runs at him Pierce is able to knock him off. Pierce then grabs Andre and lifts him for a Suplex out of the ring...
Zach Davis: Can he do it!?
YES!, Grayson Pierce Suplexes Andre Aquarius out of the ring! Grayson gets back into the ring as the fans begin to clap, anticipating what's coming.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go, he loves those Suicide Dives!
Grayson Pierce runs ... Grayson Pierce flies!
Gravedigger: NO!, John Gable pulls Andre Aquarius away! Grayson Pierce crashes into the guardrail!
Pierce could be knocked out as his head hits cold, hard metal. Aquarius quickly rolls him into the ring and goes for a pin.
No!, Pierce kicks out!
Zach Davis: Close, but no cigar for the #BeachKrew.
Aquarius tags in Gable. Gable grabs Pierce and lifts him up with a Gutwrench Suplex before going for another pin.
No!, another kickout.
Freddy Whoa: The Tag Titles are as hot as they've ever been! This is a big match for both men.
Gable lifts Pierce up and knees him in the face before going for an elbow, but Pierce ducks under the elbow, dives into his corner, and tags in Bonnie Blue!
Gravedigger: Aanndd here comes Bonnie Blue.
Blue Springboards in and takes Gable down with a Dropkick. Gable gets back up and Blue executes a Stepover Toehold Sleeper!
Zach Davis: Submission applied!
No, Aquarius enters the ring immediately and breaks it up.
Gravedigger: Great tag team wrestling from the #beachkrew! Bros gotta look after bros!
Bonnie gets up and chases after Andre, but this only allows Gable to roll her up from behind.
No!, Bonnie escapes it. Both wrestlers are to their feet; Gable grabs her and lifts...
Freddy Whoa: MALTESE FALCON!
No!, Blue shifts her weight, dives, and tags Pierce back in! Pierce hits the ring and Clotheslines Gable down. Gable gets back up, gets Clotheslined down again. Andre enters the ring and goes to attack but Blue runs at him and hits him with a Lariat, sending both wrestlers flying over the top. Pierce measures Gable...
Zach Davis: GOD'S PARADOX!
Pierce drops down and pins John Gable.
Gravedigger: Rebellution steals the victory.
Zach Davis: Steals? THEY EARNED IT!
Andre and Gable regroup on the outside as Rebellution celebrates!
"Queen" by Perfume Genius plays as Rekt' Em walks out onto the entrance ramp slapping each other's ass in a sportsmen-style...a lot. As one passes the other on the way down the ramp, they continue to slap each other's asses.
Kyle Steele: On their way to the ring...REKT 'EM!
The team enters the ring, high fiving and continuing to slap each other's asses. Jack "The Crack" Schlongson moves to one side is handed a microphone. Jack walks back to the center of the ring with his team mates standing behind him.
Jack Schlongson: Ladies and Baes, we in team Rekt 'Em have been mulling over a very small concern. Working over it until it grew from a small concern to a very big concern. A VERY big, hard, concern. Over two months...for over two months we been in the employment of WCF. And not ONE SINGLE TIME have we been booked! Not for ONE MATCH! We've been sitting WEEK IN AND WEEK OUT! Waiting for our chance to shine, but no!
Jack shakes his head in disappointment, his team mates following suit.
Jack Schlongson: We're so forgotten about they've forgotten to NOT pay us! While everyone else has to win to get paid, we still receive our checks! How fucked up is that?! We are the team to watch, we are the hottest team in WCF, and you sluts are sleeping on us when you should be sleeping with us...metaphorically...sleeping with us is a metaphor...for working with us.
Jack rubs his forehead.
Jack Schlongson: Either way. In order to prove our legitimacy as competitors. We are going to perform before you...
The crowd quickly objects, roaring loudly.
Jack Schlongson: No, not that you idiots! We're going to perform a show of strength! RICHARD! BRAN! DICK PUNCHING EXERCISE NOW!
Bran Butts and Richard move to the center of the ring, each get down onto one knee. There is a moment of silence before both wrestlers reel back a fist and proceed to punch each other repeatedly in the dick.
Jack Schlongson: Do you see this?! This is strength! This is endurance! No flinching! These men are trained to destroy! Why are you not booking us? WHY ARE YOU NOT BOOKING US?! We should be Tag Team Champions!
Bran and Richard continue to punch each other as Jack moves around them, highlighting the areas of impact...the penis area
Jack Schlongson: It doesn't get better than this! Is this not proof enough?! ...No? ...TERMINATE DICK PUNCHING EXERCISE!
Bran and Richard stop punching each other in the dick and raise back to both their feet.
Jack Schlongson: If that didn't convince you, don't fear. We will be back for EVERY show until we are booked! Every week! REKT 'EM, OUT!
Jack drops the microphone. "Queen" by Perfume Genius plays on the sound system as team Rekt 'Em exits the ring and moves back up the entrance ramp.
Kyle Steel: This TAG TEAM match is scheduled for one fall...
Freddy Whoa: Here we go!
Kyle Steel: Introducing ....Fighting out of Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in at 275lbs...Cormack MacNeill!
The drone of the pipes fills the air as MacNeill slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp. He stops and looks around at the raucous cheering crowd. He takes a moment and raises his fist in salute.
As the drums kick in, MacNeill walks slowly down to the ring, stopping at the end of the ramp to eye the ring before climbing up and sliding into the ring. He takes up a position in his corner and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit steps out onto the stage. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner... from Oakland, California... weighing two hundred and thirty pounds... THE MACK... STEVE ORBIT!
Orbit struts to the ring, taking time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ring hang. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips as the crowd pops. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and stretches in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Freddy Whoa: Interesting tag team right here.
Gravedigger: Cormack is lucky to have a guy like Steve Orbit in his corner. Although the way Logan has been one-upping Orbit at every turn, maybe Orbit won't be any help at all here tonight.
The opening guitar riffs to "This Means War" begins to play, as the members come out on stage and into the arena to a scattering of boos by the fans. Logan and Dag Riddik When it is just two members, they do a fist bump as they survey the crowd, signaling an explosion when the drums start in.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents... representing THE FAMILY... the WCF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION... DAG RIDDIK... and the FINAL DESTINATION briefcase holder... LOGAN!
After the fist bump, each member takes their time going to the ring, though they take special care to enter the ring at the same time, each using their own special way of entering the ring. The Family then does their own personal routine inside of the ring, before they wait in the corner.
Gravedigger: Logan has been on a roll since Fifteen. He appears rejuvinated. I think this Family thing has given him a shot in the arm, so to speak.
Freddy Whoa: I agree-- hot off a win against Steve Orbit last week at Timebomb, he's definitely not sweating this match. Dag Riddik, the International Champion, his Family member, is in his corner. These guys are gonna be tough to beat here tonight.
DING DING DING
Gravedigger: We've got Cormack and Dag starting things off for their respective teams, Cormack with an obvious size advantage here.
Dag and Cormack stand face to face-- Dag shoves Cormack, Cormack shoves him back with authority! Dag maintains his balance and comes back at Cormack with a shoulder block that barely budges the big man. Dag with a right hand-- it's blocked, and Cormack connects with a right hand of his own. Cormack with a left jab and another right hand, stunning Dag. Cormack shoves Dag into the corner and begins hitting him with body blows, followed by knees in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Cormack MacNeill is a guy who's been around the block here in WCF but never quite broken out of the midcard. He's next in line to challenge for that International Championship, which could be the boost he's been looking for for quite some time.
Cormack with a hip toss out of the corner. Dag rolls to his feet as Cormack charges forward with a clothesline, taking him down once again. Cormack pulls Dag up-- but Dag with an elbow to the midsection and he's able to shove Cormack away. Cormack shakes it off but Dag with a knee to the gut, followed by a heel kick to the chest! Cormack staggers, Dag hits the ropes and takes him down with a chop block.
Gravedigger: Nice sequence there, taking the big man off his feet. That's where Dag Riddik needs to keep Cormack, off his feet.
Dag with stomps to the head and back as Cormack gets up to his knees. Cormack is almost up, Dag rebounds off the ropes and connects with a big running knee to the head! Cormack drops and Dag with a pin.
Freddy Whoa: NO, Cormack kicks out.
Cormack is dazed as Dag pulls him up, walking him into his corner. He whips Cormack into the corner and hits a few body shows before making the tag to Logan.
Zach Davis: And here comes the briefcase holder, the man who could become World Champion at any time-- LOGAN.
Gravedigger: No doubt about it. That Final Destination briefcase is a dangerous thing that Seth has introduced into the playing field here in WCF, and if I'm Joey Flash, I'm watching Logan's every move trying to anticipate where and when he will cash in.
Logan with chops to the chest with Cormack in the corner. Logan backs up and hits a running European uppercut! The impact causes Cormack to bounce out of the corner, Logan follows up with a one-handed bulldog.
Freddy Whoa: Look at Orbit on the apron-- he's practically salivating, wanting to get another peice of Logan.
Gravedigger: I don't know why. He must enjoy getting beat!
Cormack crawls towards Orbit in the corner. He gets to a knee. He's about to stand, when Logan rebounds off the ropes, cutting him off with a bionic elbow!
Zach Davis: OOF.
Logan drops down to pin Cormack.
Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT at two. Cormack MacNeill is in trouble here. Orbit is chomping at the bit. The Family in control of this matchup.
With Cormack dazed on the mat, Logan grabs his legs and attempts to turn him over for a Sharpshooter!
Gravedigger: Loganshooter, this could be it-- no, Cormack grabs the ropes before Logan can get it locked in!
As Logan attempts to grab Cormack again, Cormack boots him in the face! But this only serves to anger Logan, who drops down and begins hammering Cormack with mounted punches. Logan pulls up Cormack and walks him to his corner, tagging in Dag Riddik. Dag enters and they lift Cormack for a double suplex--
Freddy Whoa: No, the suplex is blocked! Cormack is holding on, they can't get him up!
Cormack readjusts and drops both men with a double DDT!
Zach Davis: Desperation move by Cormack MacNeill!
Freddy Whoa: Cormack MacNeill is no rookie. He's got all the tools and more importantly, the experience to do what it takes to make himself a top contender here in WCF.
Gravedigger: But will he do it? Only he can answer that, I guess.
Logan has rolled out on the ring, Dag is slowly getting up. Cormack has begun to crawl to his corner where Orbit is hopping up and down.
Freddy Whoa: Cormack is almost there!
But Dag has come back to his senses and he sees Cormack getting close! He charges towards Cormack-- too late, the tag is made!
Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES STEVE ORBIT!
Orbit with a running forearm to Dag! Dag drops, gets back up-- Orbit floors him with another running forearm! Dag drops down, slowly gets back up-- Orbit springboards off with a roundhouse kick! Orbit charges to the opposite corner and knocks Logan off the apron! The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: The Mack is on fire!
He waits for Dag to get up-- PIMP SLAP! Dag stumbles back into the corner-- Orbit with a springboard corner dropkick. He pulls Dag out of the corner and absolutely levels him with a short-arm clothesline!
Gravedigger: Orbit's got a full head of steam here tonight. He does not like the Family, and particularly Logan.
Orbit drops down and pins Dag.
Freddy Whoa: Logan breaks it up! Come on ref!
Gravedigger: Oh, it's OK for Orbit to knock Logan off the apron, but this is "come on ref"?
Orbit hops up and begins furiously trading right hands with Logan. Dag slowly gets up and Cormack enters the ring to even things up, but the ref begins to take control. Orbit and Logan break it up, Logan and Cormack exit the ring. Orbit turns around to a LOW BLOW from Dag, which the ref doesn't catch amongst the chaos.
Zach Davis: UGH.
Freddy Whoa: That'll stop anybody's momentum.
Gravedigger: Dag had to do something. Orbit came into the ring like a wildman, hitting anything that moved. Somebody had to slow him down one way or another.
Orbit and Dag are both on the mat. Both men slowly make it to their corners...
Freddy Whoa: Who's gonna make the tag?
Dag makes it! Logan quickly hops into the ring and grabs Orbit before he can tag Cormack. Logan lifts Orbit up and hits a quick Release German Suplex!
Gravedigger: Logan has had Steve Orbit's number ever since they've begun feuding recently! Is tonight any different?
Orbit gets back to his feet, on dream street, and Logan runs at him, ready to put him away.
Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP!
ORBIT HITS THE PIMP SLAP!, out of instinct more than anything. This spins Logan around and Orbit grapples him.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! HONEY DIP!
Orbit quickly pins Logan, hooking the leg!
LOGAN KICKS OUT!
Gravedigger: WHAT?! Logan kicks out of the Honey Dip!?
Orbit sits up. His expression is unreadable. Disappointment? Cold rage? He doesn't argue with the referee, he doesn't emote anything. He simply rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair.
Zach Davis: Logan is clearly in the head of Steve Orbit, but... what.. what is he doing?
Orbit rolls back in and raises the chair above his head for a brief second before crashing it into the body of Logan. Logan rolls away in pain, and Dag Riddik enters the ring; Orbit smashes him in the face with the chair as well!
Freddy Whoa: There's the bell. The Family has won this match thanks to a disqualification on Steve Orbit's part.
Steve Orbit is still emotionless as he turns back to Logan. He raises the chair again and smashes him again. And again. And again.
Gravedigger: I don't know if Steve Orbit even knows what he's doing. He's snapped, something inside of him snapped.
Cormack has left the ringside area, not approving of what Steve Orbit is doing but not wanting to get involved. Orbit throws the chair down and then swipes Logan's Final Destination briefcase from ringside. Logan stumbles to his feet, and Orbit measures him... BOOM!, briefcase to Logan's face, busting him open. Steve Orbit stares down at the briefcase, still emotionless.
Zach Davis: Well-
Master of Puppets hits.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Seth has something to say!
Seth Lerch steps out from the back, mic in hand.
Seth Lerch: What are you doing!?
Steve Orbit turns towards the entryway.
Seth Lerch: Steve, what do you think you're doing? You're a competitor, Steve, not someone who just gets himself disqualified like that!
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: You're also a businessman. And, as a businessman, I'm sure you'll understand why I have to sign this match. At Explosion, you're going one on one with Logan, one more time.
The fans pop, they want to see it!
Seth Lerch: Last month you guys had a ladder match. That won't cut it this time. At Explosion, you two will face off, one last time, to determine who the best man is.... in a THREE STAGES OF A HELL MATCH!
With that, Seth leaves the ring, leaving Orbit speechless. Logan and Dag are recovering on the outside.
Zach Davis: But what will the three stages be!?
Gravedigger: Maybe we'll find out next week, Zach!
Seth leaves and we go to commercial-
Gravedigger: Wait. What is Dag Riddick doing with that ringbell?
Cormack MacNeill has reentered the ring to try to talk some sense into Steve Orbit. Dag slaps the ringbell on the back of Cormack's head from behind while he's still inside the ring. Cormack drops hard and Dag begins putting the boots to him.
Zach Davis: That sneaky son of a bitch. This match is over. Somebody stop this!
Logan gets the jump on Steve Orbit now, who was still out of it,, closelining him over the top rope and crashing outside the ring with him. Dag picks the ringbell back up and stalks Cormack MacNeill, waiting for him to return to his feet.
Gravedigger: Dag looking to bust Cormack open here.
Logan and Steve Orbit brawl on the outside of the ring, "I'm Broken" by Pantera hits the speakers and cVc comes out onto the top of the ramp!
Zach Davis: Chance Von Crank is here, but why?! He doesn't have anything to do with this!
Gravedigger: Maybe he's coming out to help Cormack. Turning over a new leaf.
The audience buzzes and then cVc begins running towards the ring. Dag turns around, not sure what to expect and watches as cVc slides into the ring.
Zach Davis: What the hell is going on -
RAZZLE DAZZLER ON CORMACK MACNEILL!
Gravedigger: Chance Von Crank just laid Cormack out! And now he's raising his arm with Dag Riddick!
On the outside Logan has low blowed Steve Orbit while he was caught off guard by the recent interference, and has rolled into the ring to join Dag and cVc. They all raise their arms into the air as the audience boos.
Zach Davis: Chance Von Crank has joined The Family!
Logan, Dag, and cVc soak up the boos until we go to commercial break.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to SLAM!
Gravedigger: We have tag team action coming up next!
Zach Davis: We will see Benjamin Atreyu tag with cVc to take on the Six God, who will tag with Kyle Kemp!
The arena turns completely dark. The loud and creepy shriek of Pixie Paradoxxx crosses the PA system followed by a shotgun cocking then immediately firing. Words begin to scroll across the big screen while cVc’s voice traces every word.
Shock N’ Rolla….
Here 2 Show YA!...
Cocked Back and FUCKING LOADED!
Chance. Von… CRANK!
“Disciple” by Slayer begins to blast across the loudspeakers throughout. Pixie pokes her head out from behind the curtain suddenly. She has a rubber Ronald Reagan mask hanging off her head. She pushes a stroller out onto the stage. Chance Von Crank walks out onto the stage to roaring boos. The crowd loses it as cVc emerges,
Freddy Whoa: Chance Von Crank escaped the cage at TIMEBOMB to defeat Tiffany White. Now his valet slash girlfriend is pushing around a jar of dead baby in a stroller.
Zach Davis: cVc has never pinned White, however. This is madness.
Crank strolls down the ramp with swagger. Pixie pushes the stroller holding the jar down the ramp and turns at the ring to park it next to Gravedigger at the announce table. Paradoxxx then pulls the mask down over her face to hide her shame.
Gravedigger: Oh no.
Chance and Pixie climb up on the apron at the same time. She holds the ropes for him to roaring boos. Crank hands her his rhinestone robe as he gets loose.
"Suicide Penguin" by Schizoid Lloyd plays over the sound system. Benjamin emerges onto the entrance ramp, spitting in the direction of the audience. He drops down onto his knees at the top of the ramp and takes a moment looking down before slamming his fists on the ground a few times, leaping back up onto his feet. He moves down the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: The Mad God has arrived!
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, reigning from St. Paul, Minnesota; "The Mad God" BENJAMIN ATREYU!
Gravedigger: He does not look thrilled to have to tag with cVc
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
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.
Gravedigger: Here comes The Six GOD!
The lights go low, blue, and watery as “Aquaberry Dolphin” by RiFF-RaFF hits the P.A. The crowd boos into a mixture of cheers and boos - just as they had for cVc and Atreyu - as the curtain parts and Jared Holmes and Kyle Kemp step onto the stage.
Zach Davis: What do you even say about the Trilogy Cup at this point? Are any of these men likeable in the slightest?
Freddy Woah: You can hear it in the fan reaction: these are four scumbag guys in a hate circlejerk… but they’ve all shown to be fierce competitors.
Gravedigger: #SeaLyfe bitches!
Thursday stays close to Jared’s arm as Jim Thuggin and Sandy Coconutz follow the men, hoisting the twin banners of #BeachKrew in the air. The men make no theatrics; no great gestures - they simply walk down the ramp. At the base of the ring, Thursday reaches up to remove the glittering diamond mask from Jared’s face as Kemp pulls off his letterman jacket and hands it to Sandy Coconutz.
Kyle Steel: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 425 lbs! #BEACHKREW!
The two men slide into the ring and raise their arms in the air, Kemp pulling himself up onto the turnbuckle as he does so. The reaction remains mixed. Jared hangs back in the corner as Kemp and Chance circle each other in the ring. The bell rings.
Zach Davis: And here we go! Here’s a nice little preview of the Trilogy Cup tournament!
Chance and Kemp lock up, the Trailer Park Prodigy using his superior weight and size to push Kemp back into the corner. cVc delivers a hard chop to Kemp’s chest as the audience lets out a groan. Another chop! Kemp staggers away as Chance grabs him around the waist and falls backward for a back drop! The impact causes Kemp to sit up, eyes wide in pain, before Chance pushes him down for a pin!
Kemp kicks immediately. Grabbing his opponent by the back of his head, cVc lifts Kemp up and walks him to the corner, tagging in the “Mad God” Benjamin Atreyu. As cVc holds Kemp’s arms behind his back, Atreyu delivers a vicious European Uppercut! Kemp staggers, his legs wobbling as Atreyu follows up with a second uppercut before locking with Kemp. He goes for a suplex, but as he lifts, Kemp drops deadweight and reverses the move, instead grabbing Atreyu around the legs to drop him onto his back. Kemp delivers a vicious stomp to the chest of Atreyu before squaring up, eying his opponent. He runs for the punt kick, but Atreyu moves! Roll-up!
Kemp kicks out. Atreyu tags cVc who jumps into the ring, stomping on Kemp again. Grabbing one leg, he turns and sits down into a single-leg Boston Crab. Kemp grimaces and reaches for the ropes, pushing forward with his good foot as Chance tightens the locks. Dragging towards his corner, Kemp’s arm extends! He’s almost there! Tag to Jared Holmes! Chance hardly notices as the Mirrorball Messiah springboards himself from the top rope into a dropkick to the back of the White Trash Madman’s head! Chance falls forward against the man as Jared runs to the ropes! Forearm check! He gets up and keeps running! Another forearm check! After a third forearm check he springboards and lands a reverse moonsault DDT! Cover!
Chance kicks out! Jared angrily pulls him up and delivers a knee to his gut, doubling him over, shoving him back upright, Holmes blasts him with a vicious European uppercut. Shoving him back into the corner, Jared unleashes a barrage of rights and lefts to cVc, finally turning to raise his arms in the air to a stream of cheers and boos! The moment of arrogance is all cVc needed; he rushes behind Holmes and knocks him down with a forearm to the head. As the Six God falls to his hands and knees, Chance delivers a vicious kick to his ribs, sending him rolling onto his back. As Chance mounts him, he begins to throw his own series of blows down on Jared, the Six God’s arms coming up vainly to attempt to protect him.
Chance continues to stomp on Jared, working him towards Atreyu in the corner. cVc gets The Six God into the corner then tags in Ben. The crowd boos as he slides through the ropes. Atreyu grapples Jared back to his feet. Benjamin then irish whips Holmes towards the ropes simultaneously bouncing off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. The two men meet in the center of the ring with Atreyu pulling off a nasty swinging neckbreaker! Ben hooks a leg!
Kemp breaks up the pin! Kyle gives a stomp to Ben for the trouble before the referee sends him back to the apron.
Holmes gets back to his feet quickly. Atreyu moves a bit slower due to the stomp he received from Kemp. Jared catches Ben on his knees with a huge spinning wheel kick! The shot can be heard at the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: Dayum!
Jared stumbles towards Kyle Kemp. Atreyu is laid out flat on his back now. The Six God tags in Kyle Kemp! Atreyu gets back to his feet still holding his right jaw. Kemp catches him with a huge backhand shot! The crowd gasps at the sound the backhand chop creates. Ben backs up as cVc reaches out desperately for a tag. Kemp cradles Atreyu up. The DDT plows Ben’s face into the mat with real force. Kemp hooks a leg!
cVc breaks up the pin! The referee quickly shuffles Crank back towards his corner. Kyle gets back to his feet and just glares at Crank. cVc screams out for Kemp to blow him. Kemp shakes his head as he begins to hit Atreyu again. Crank continues to taunt Kyle to the point of no return. Kemp halts his assault and rushes at Crank! Chance just jumps down off the apron while Kemp laughs at him. Kyle turns back around and Ben nearly takes his head off with a vicious european uppercut! Chance laughs himself as he climbs back up on the apron.
Ben begins to get the upperhand in the ring. He hammers away at Kyle Kemp! The Six God reaches for a tag in the corner. Atreyu spins Kemp around then wraps him up. Kyle’s eyes grow wide as Ben lifts him up off the mat over his head. The german suplex shakes the entire ring. God’s Given Greatness quickly hooks a leg!
The pin is broken up by Jared almost immediately. Chance bounces in the ring leading to he and Jared to get nose to nose. Crank and Holmes continue to jaw at each other so the referee works quickly to separate the two men. Atreyu gets a low blow from Kemp while the referee’s attention is on cVc and Jared. The crowd gasps at the nasty shot.
Kemp begins to crawl towards Jared, who is now back on the apron. Atreyu holds his crotch after the low blow. Ben begins crawling towards cVc, who is reaching out for a tag! The two men crawl towards each other as anticipation builds throughout the crowd. Kemp reaches with all he has got and tags in Holmes! Atreyu extends his arm out on the opposite side of the ring. Crank takes the tag and slides through the ropes!
Chance runs right into a huge double forearm check! He gets back to his feet quickly and The Six God nails him with another double forearm check! cVc again bounces back to his feet only to be sent back to the mat a third time by jumping double forearm check!
Holmes watches cVc struggle now sitting up on both knees. He bounces off the ropes behind him to slingshot himself towards Crank, full speed! The Shining Wizard nearly takes off Chance’s head. The crowd pops as Jared hooks a leg!
The pin is broken up by Atreyu! The Six God is furious. He gets up in Atreyu’s face. Crank crawls around on the mat in a daze. Jared pushes Ben so Ben pushes him back. They begin swapping blows and the referee struggles to regain order. Kemp sneaks in the ring and begins stomping on Crank while the referee is turned away. Kyle uses both of of his knees to pin down Crank, essentially straddling him. Chance rocks left, then right suddenly. He rolls Kyle over to where he is now on top of Kemp! Chance wraps both hands around the throat of Kyle just as the referee turns around. Chance continues to choke Kemp. The referee rushes over and attempts in vain to drag cVc off the top of Kyle Kemp. The Six God clobbers Crank from behind!
The crowd begins to react to a someone coming through. The cameras all swing around to reveal it to be Tiffany White. She slips over the security barrier but quietly steals Zach Davis’s folding chair. Pixie Paradoxxx comes at her but Tiffany takes the jar out of the stroller! She throws it up in the air and Pixie scrambles to catch it. Pixie fully extends out to catch the jar. She begins to cradle it, forgetting all about Tiffany. White slips up the ring steps just as the referee gets Jared and Crank in the middle of the ring to regain order. White slips through the ropes and charges both men! She swings the chair wildly, nailing The Six God across the left jaw! He falls to the mat as she draws it back again. Tiffany swings the chair at Crank! She nearly takes his head off with it.
Atreyu and Kemp begin fighting on the outside. They hammer away at each other. White holds drops the chair between Holmes and Crank. As the brawl continues, Tiffany gets away from the madness and grabs a mic from the timekeeper.
Tiffany White: Would you look at this sorry state of affairs. Ladies and gents, look in that ring. We got a guy who has to cheat and interfere to get anything done in Jared. A guy who squandered all his talent by shacking up with the Krewe in Kemp. The perennial Trilogy Cup Choke Artist in Benjamin. And a guy who I literally gave nightmares in Chance.
Ladies and Gents, that's your fucking Trilogy Cup right there. We all know I would've won last week. We all fucking knew. It took TWO interferences to take me out. We all know I would've been the winner of this whole tourney easily. I'm the ONE person you people could've rooted for in the tournament. But it's too late for that now. Don't think this is the end folks. I WILL get that World Title shot, one way or the other! Till then, enjoy your tournament of assholes.
Tiffany drops the mic and hops the guardrail, running out of the arena through the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: We will be right back with more SLAM!
Zach Davis: Coming up.... HARDCORE TITLE MATCH !!! Hardcore environment where everything changes!! SMASH SHIT UP!!
Gravedigger: SHUT UP BITCH!!
Gravedigger slaps duct tape on the mouth of Zach Davis.
Zach Davis: Mmfphfmph!!
Gravedigger: With a special match like this, I didn't want you ruining it by saying stupid shit. So...
Gravedigger turns to Zach Davis, grabbing him with both hands and pulling Zach closer to Gravedigger...
Gravedigger: SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!!
Freddy Whoa: The one question we are all been dying to ask...
Zach Davis: Willmphff Oblfmphi Fapmamear?
Freddy Whoa: Knowing this, will Katherine Phoenix concentrate and give ZMAC some decent competition.
Gravedigger: Or will the Hardcore Champ pick a brick and smash in her brain and everyone can celebrate as The God of Insanity Oblivion digest her entrails as she still lies there living, screaming, squealing in pain. People pointing at her, laughing. Oblivion sitting there with headless teddy bears slurping her intestinal entrails.
Freddy Whoa: But, now here come your favorite person Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: OH HELLLLL NO!!!
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the arena, "IMAGINARY" by Evanescence begins to play, Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black leather mini skirt, fish net leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather thigh high heeled 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... THIS... IS... KATHERINE.... PHOENIX!!!
Katherine Phoenix is surrounded by several seven foot multi-colored bears bouncing all over the entrance ramp. Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times.
Freddy Whoa: Those giant teddy bears are really freaking me out man!!! That green one! Red one! Blue one!! Purple one!! Yellow one!!
Gravedigger: I think I should take off the duct off Zach's mouth.
Freddy Whoa: Why?
Zach has duct tape on his mouth, Gravedigger forgot there was residue on the tape and now Zach is freaking out on the Teddy Bears. Zach is slouching down in his chair. Eyes bugging out and Zach screaming through the duct tape. Gravedigger and Freddy Whoa are laughing.
Gravedigger: What the bejesus are you going through?
Gravedigger rips off the duct tape. Zach looks at the colored giant teddy bears and freaks out.
Zach Davis: THE RAINBOW HAS MELTED!!! THE RAINBOW HAS MELTEEEED!!!!
"Killed By Death" hits the the PA system, as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocls smash the speakers as the spotlight 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.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds... The WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION... ZOMBIE MCMOOOORRIIIIIISSS
Gravedigger: You know Steel just referred the champ as the wrong name?
ZMAC hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: This match is underway!!
Katherine is skipping around the ring, while the colored bears are skipping , with their arms extended out and they run around the ring. Katherine climbs up to a second turnbuckle. McMorris rushes over gets her into a electric-chair drop face-buster onto the top turnbuckle. Katherine Phoenix instantly crumbled onto the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Katherine Phoenix looks hurt!!
ZMAC stomps down on a broken Katherine Phoenix. The Honey Badger picks her up...
Zach Davis: Zombie Man bounces the freakie chick into the ropes!!!
A purple and pink bear slam their giant paws on the desk, shaking as they slowly tilt their heads staring at Zach Davis.
Teddy Bears(Child-like voice):Do you want to play with us?
Katherine Phoenix bounces off the ropes...
Gravedigger: This is awesome!! Very simple! Very methodical! But its been all ZMAC so far!! The champ just pressed the challenger over his head and dropped her on her throat across the top rope.
ZMAC kicks Phoenix out of the ring. Katherine struggles to stand. In the process, she looks under the ring and grabs a chair. At that exact same micro half second, McMorris slides out of the ring...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA:: DAMN!! HEAD SHOT!!
Gravedigger: Don't encourage her!!
The second chair shot causes ZMAC to spin around. The nearby teddy bears scatter...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis fell off his chair, laughing ass off hysterically because an odd colored seven foot fuzzy teddy bear super kicked Zombie McMorris.
Gravedigger: HEY!! HEY!! WHAT ARE THOSE TWO TEDDY BEARS DOING?
Two bears are pulling out two tables.
Crowd: TABLES! TABLES!! TABLES!! TABLES! TABLES! TABLES!
Katherine Phoenix is helping setting up the tables.
Zach Davis: ZMAC is standing up.
Freddy Whoa: And he has a chair!!
ZMAC: YO KITTY KITTY!!
Katherine Phoenix turns around....
Gravedigger: SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! THE CHAMPION JUST SPLIT THAT KITTY IN TWO!!!
ZMAC picks up a staggering challenger, dragging her around before tossing her into the ring barrier.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC charges at seated Katherine Phoenix...
A roundhouse kick to the head of Phoenix. ZMAC picks up Katherine Phoenix
Zombie McMorris: You bitch!!
Gravedigger:ZMAC will feel that in the morning!! She still has a grip!! She's squeezing!! OWWWWWW!!
ZMAC is tiptoeing in pain as Katherine Phoenix squeezes ZMAC's balls.. Phoenix reaches down and grabs for a kendo, as she let's go of her grip...
Zach Davis: OUUUUU!!!
Freddy Davis: AHHHH!!!
Gravedigger: MY GOD!! HAVE MERCY!! SHE JUST CRUSHED HIS JEWELS!!
ZMAC cupped his jewels before dropping to his knees.
THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!
Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix has gone completely off hinged.
Freddy Whoa: Not confirmed, but I think that tgat the champion has been lacerated from those kendo stick shots.
The champion is picked up and the stick is over his throat...
Gravedigger: RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!!
ZMAC is fighting to breathe in air, sees something flat, by the corner, of the ring, before sliding back in the ring. ZMAC leans on the ropes catching his breath.
Zach Davis: What's that's crazy chick doing?
Freddy Whoa: Look's like huddling with her teddy bears.
After discussing something with her bears, Phoenix jumps up on the ring apron....
SMASH-SMASH -SMASH -SMASH!!
Gravedigger: ZMAC is smashing a pair of brass knuckles across the forehead of the challenger. She is bleeding profusely!!
Zach Davis: OUUUU GROSS!! ZMAC IS DIGGING HIS FINGERS IN THE HEAD WOUND!!
POUND- POUND-POUND- POUND- POUND!!
Zach Davis: McMorris is continuing to cause more damage to that head wound.
Katherine Phoenix collapses off the ring apron. Phoenix struggles to stand up...
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC WITH A SLINGSHOT PLANCHA ON KATHERINE PHOENIX!!
ZMAC grabs Phoenix throws towards the ringsteps.
Gravedigger: Katherine Phoenix throws the hardcore champion into the steel ringsteps.
Zach Davis: Both competitors have list considerable amount of blood.
Phoenix double under hooks ZMAC's arms...
Freddy Whoa: Double arm ddt on the top of steel ring steps.
Katherine pushes the champion away and proceeds to bark orders to her bear army.
Gravedigger: That bitch!! FIGHT ZMAC FIGHT!!
ZMAC is being placed on a table by two teddy bears, as Katherine Phoenix is perched. Her arms outward.
Zach Davis: There she goes... PHOENIX FLIES!!!
WHOOSH.... WHAM... CRASH!!!
Gravedigger: MCMORRIS MOVED!! PHOENIX CRASHED AND BURNED!!
ZMAC grabs Katherine Phoenix takes her in the ring, double under hooking her arm...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Gravedigger: BLOOD SPRAYED EVERYWHERE!! WORLD TOUR '69
Zach Davis: THE CHAMPION IS MAKING A COVER!
Crowd: THREEEE!!!! NOOOOOOO!!
ZMAC kneeling, bleeding looking confused at the referee, throws his arms up in the air. McMorris grabs for Phoenix, as she dips in her pocket...
Freddy Whoa: What is she grabbing for in her pocket?
Gravedigger: She is scratching for crabs!!
Blood spews out after Katherine Phoenix struck the champion with spike bracelet to the face. The challenger grabs the champion smashing his head on all four turnbuckles, yanking ZMAC, as if he was a teddy bear himself.
Zach Davis: TEDDY TRIUMPH!!
Freddy Whoa: Both competitors are spent!! Both competitors are bleeding bad, very bad. Bruised. Now they are pounding on one another in front of us in the ring leaning against the ropes....
Katherine is kneeling....
Freddy Whoa: NOO!! Don't do it!!
Zach Davis: NOOOO!!!
Gravedigger: YES!! YES! YES! YES!
ZMAC is taking a few steps back, as Katherine Phoenix is on all fours. ZMAC runs fiercely jumps up and....
Gravedigger: CURB STOMP!!
ZMAC picks up Katherine Phoenix bloody head and she is laughing.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! Jumping double underhook ddt!! I think the champion's head exploded!!
Katherine Phoenix looks under the ring and pulls out a very tall steel ladder. Katherine Phoenix screams at the commentators who scatter. Phoenix pull off the wooden cover and remover the monitors, as she places Zombie McMorris on the commentary table. Katherine Phoenix is on the top of the ladder she looks down. She pulls out a photo.
Freddy Whoa: What is she doing?
Gravedigger: This is Katherine Phoenix. Does anything she does HAVE to make sense?
Katherine: I MISS YOU... THE REAL OBI!!
Katherine Phoenix holds her ribs as one of her bears helps her drag ZMAC into the ring. Katherine drags the champion into the center, of the ring....
Zach Davis: The challenger is not done.
Freddy Whoa: CAMEL CLUTCH!!!
Gravedigger: ZMAC IS PASSED OUT!! HE'S DONE!! NOOOOOO!!!
Blood is profusely flowing down her face, as she laughs, while she clinches down on the champion. The referee has been checking on the champion...
Stanley Moser: Nope that's it... Call for the bell!!
Kyle Steel: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AND NEEEEW WCF HARDCOOOORE CHAMPION KATHERINE PHOEEEEENIIIIIX!!!
Gravedigger: NO! NO! NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOA!!
Zach Davis: We got ourselves a new hardcore champion and her name is Katherine Phoenix.
Gravedigger: Now! We need Oblivion!!
As Katherine Phoenix clutches the Hardcore Championship she walks up the ramp covered in blood, battered and bruised. A loud familiar voice is heard...
Oblivion: Katherine Phoenix you can run, but you cannot hide!! You NOW have something that The Monster cherishes very very importantly.... The WCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!! YOU ARE THE PREY!! OBLIVION IS THE HUNTER!! YOU WANTED THE SPOTLIGHT!! CONGRATULATIONS!! YOU ARE NOW A MEATSACK!!
We go to commercial.
The World Center here in Colorado Springs of Colorado are psyched up for it is time for the biggest match on the card to come. The main event featuring a spectacle of #BeachKrew against The Sentinels. Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring, and gets the cue to signal the bell keeper to ring it for everyone’s attention be focused on him.
Zach Davis: It’s time for our main event of the evening. #BK represented by Wade Moor, Johnny Rabid, and Dustin Beaver will face off against our current WCF Trios Champions, The Sentinels.
Gravedigger: Aye. #BeachKrew gon’ be ready to whoop all Sentinel asses all night.
Freddy Whoa: Okay Grave. In case you haven’t forgot, Wade Moor is the number one contender to face our World Champion, Joey Flash. So expect a lot of intensifying moments to happen in the match.
“Destruction” by Bruce Falconer is the first entrance song to be played out of the announce system. Occulo walks out dressed in his ring attire with the Trios championship belt over his right shoulder. He stands on the center stage, and stares amongst those in the crowd who are cheering him on right now.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, representing the Sentinels. From Washington DC. At six feet tall, weighing in at 220 pounds. He is one third of the WCF Trios Champions, Occulo!
He walks down to the ring once the lights return back to normal, and walks up the steel steps to stand on the apron. Occulo fixes his black wrestling trunks, and also the black wristband on his left wrist with the white wristband on the right. He sweeps in through the ropes, and walks over to the corner to stand on the top rope where he raises the belt high.
Gravedigger: Ain’t no need for Occulo to come out here, and think that the Sentinels can win. #BeachKrew is far by the superior team.
Zach Davis: Occulo is one third of the WCF Trios Champions but also a former WCF United States Champion, and one hell of a good one too.
While Occulo is standing his own corner, the arena lights slowly dim. There’s a lingering tone buzzing through the silent environment of the arena until the crowd implodes when Joey Flash walks out this entrance song in fluent motion, “Mile Zero” by Prophecy. He walks out in his fashionable grunge designed white trunks, white boots, and the signature white tape around his knuckles with the golden accessories of the WCF Trios championship belt around his waist, and the WCF World Championship in his right hand. On the stage, he takes the time to raise the World title while patting down the Trios title around his waist.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the second man of the Sentinels. From the Bronx, New York. At six feet, two inches tall. Weighing in at 220 pounds. He is also one third of the WCF Trios Champions, and the WCF World Champion, Joey Flash!
Zach Davis: And here comes our WCF World Champion, Joey Flash who defeated Jayson Price at Fifteen with the famous move, the--
Gravedigger: DON’T SAY IT!
Joey stands in the ring holding both belts in each hand with Occulo patting him on the back. It’s time for the third Sentinel to come out when the lights dim once again, and a slow musical guitar tune is strumming. We all know who is going to be, and Kyle Steel is waiting to get the introduction set. Unfortunately, Dune walks out to collapse onto his hands and knees. The lights brighten to find this monster completely down for no reason until Johnny Rabid walks from the back behind him with a steel chair in his right hand.
Freddy Whoa: Dune is down before even the match has begin, and Johnny Rabid is responsible especially now he has that steel chair. These two have been brewing at each other’s throats for weeks but now the boiling point has reached its mark!
Joey, and Occulo take it upon themselves to drop the belts and help their friend. Wade, and Beaver slide into the ring behind them, and bashes them down to their chests with a sneak attack from behind. Now Rabid can finish off his work by striking his ribs multiple times with the end of the chair. Dropping the chair, he helps Dune back up to his feet, and strikes him with multiple forearms to the edge of the stage. Dune is nearly toppling over until he pushes Rabid back.
Zach Davis: Oh my god, Dune is nearly falling over. The Sentinels are being completely overwhelmed with Beaver, and Wade Moor--
Rabid does the unthinkable. He charges full force into Dune, and Dropkicks him off the stage straight down into the electrical equipment. His body crashes through the wooden lids, and the impact forces the wiring to go out of control with sparks flying everywhere.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: JOHNNY RABID DROPKICKED DUNE OFF THE STAGE INTO THE ELECTRICAL EQUIPMENT! WE NEED EMT’S, AND MEDICAL STAFF NOW!
Quickly, medical, and also other staff members come to put out the potential fire that could spark from the damaged electrical equipment. Rabid stands on the edge of the stage after Wade, and Beaver got the upper hand with the sneak attack from behind. He walks down to the ring, and eventually makes it inside where all three men are raising their fists together. Joey, and Occulo are completely defenseless but the referee has no choice but to begin the match in this now Three-on-Two Handicap situation.
Ding Ding Ding!
Zach Davis: So after the brutal assault from Johnny Rabid, and Dune being escorted out by our medical team, this match has been forced into a Three-on-Two Handicap match.
Dustin Beaver, and Johnny Rabid choose to stay back for Wade to focus more on Occulo. Joey rolls out of the ring, and Wade helps Occulo up to launch him into an unoccupied corner. Therefore, he uses his heavier build with an added agility to splash Occulo in that corner crushing him into a human sandwich. He falls down onto his butt, leaning back on the bottom turnbuckle while also getting knee’d in the face by Wade a few times. Wade turns around, and creates some distance before he rushes back to Occulo who gets knee’d in the face. Beaver, and Rabid are applauding their team-mate for his dominant work.
Gravedigger: See guys, I told you. #BeachKrew don’t play, and damn sure don’t waste time murdering these Sentinel losers.
Occulo is dragged out of the corner, and Wade makes for the cover.
He kicks out. Joey is back up on the apron holding the tag string tightly in the palm of the hand. He leans his right arm over the top rope, desperate for his partner to make the tag soon. Wade teases his future opponent, and Joey snarls. He drags Occulo by the leg back to his corner where Beaver slaps his hand on his back getting the official tag. Once entering the ring, the two helps their opponent back on his feet, and quickly floors his spine into the canvas with a technical double Snap Suplex. Wade leaves his partner to do his work, and Beaver yet goes for another pin attempt.
Occulo shows no mercy in fighting. He kicks out again, and Beaver demands the referee to count faster. Beaver helps Occulo up again, and walks him to #BeachKrew’s corner again. He slams Occulo’s face into the top turnbuckles temporarily stunning him as Rabid is the man tagged into the match. With enough distance between the two, Beaver throws Occulo into Rabid who wraps his arms around his body, and spins him around in the air before dropping his back across his knee with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Occulo rolls off the knee, and is screaming out in pain again. Another pin attempt made by #BeachKrew by Johnny Rabid.
Freddy Whoa: Occulo of the Sentinels is one of the toughest competitors in the WCF. So far, he’s managed to keep safe in the match along with Joey is trying to get the tag from his own partner.
Johnny takes a different route than the other. He reaches for the legs of Occulo, and wraps his pits around the ankles. Switching Occulo onto his chest, the Boston Crab is locked in. He’s screaming in pain especially from all the damage he’s taken on his back. Johnny is gritting his teeth while leaning back to put all the pressure on that spine. Joey is itching for Occulo to fight against the submission. Being the resilient fighter he is, Occulo claws their combined weight to the ropes ahead of him. Johnny shakes his head, surprised that he’s even summoning the strength to force movement in the submission hold. Pressing his hands on the mat, he pushes himself up, and rolls onto his back to kick Johnny off him.
Gravedigger: The little pest managed to get himself free. Johnny is a better technical wrestler, and will obviously get back the submission.
The time Johnny comes back, Occulo rises back on his feet, and sweeps his body off the mat while twisting around onto his chest for a good Twisting Powerslam on Johnny. Both men are down, and each team is eager to get the quick tag.
Crowd: OCCULO! OCCULO! OCCULO!
Just as even Occulo slaps the hand of Joey, Rabid made the quick leap to tag in Wade who charges across the ring to blindside Joey with a forearm to his skull knocking him off the apron. The crowd boos even harder, and his attention is on Occulo. However, that brief attack scored enough time to get back up, and Wade tries to clothesline him. He ducks which gives Wade his back to lift him up on his shoulder, and drop him on his neck with a Backdrop Driver.
Zach Davis: Backdrop Driver by Occulo! Both men still down, and now Joey is back up wanting the tag.
He leaps right across the canvas, and slaps Joey making the tag. The crowd cheers as loud as they can as Joey storms through the ropes, and runs to Wade to floor him down. Johnny enters into the ring to support him but gets clotheslined down as well. Beaver tries to get the upper hand but he gets floored to the mat with a clothesline too. Wade gets up again, and Joey throws a couple jabs until landing an overhead right that pushes him back into the corner. He follows up by continuing that boxing combination mostly into his midsection. Once finished, he holds onto the right arm of Wade, and launches him into the opposing corner.
Freddy Whoa: The World Champion is cleaning house right now!
Wade hits his back against the turnbuckles, and Joey charges straight at him to kick him right into the jaw with a Yakuza Kick. His body slumps from the corner, and down to the mat where he is rolled over for the first pin attempt by the Sentinels.
Dustin makes the jump to push Joey off the pin. Wasting no time, he quickly helps Joey back on his feet, and damages his ribs with a back spinning kick into it. Quickly taking the head into his own pit, he leaps himself high in the air to spin himself down onto the mat to spike his head with a dangerous Tornado DDT. As Beaver sits up, Occulo stands behind him to wrap his arms around his waist, and deadlift him right off the mat into a German Suplex. The impact makes Beaver crumble onto the mat, and on his chest. He gets back up to his feet only to turn around into getting Missile Dropkicked from Johnny Rabid where he flies across the ring from the impact.
Gravedigger: Johnny Rabid with a missile dropkick, and he’s the only man standing. #BeachKrew is dominating once again, and the Sentinels are down. The numbers game are in our favor.
Johnny looks at the stage, and sees a stretcher rolling out from the back with no one on it. When he gets a closer look, Dune walks out from the back cracking his neck, and ripping off the bandages around his waist.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOO! DUNE! DUNE! DUNE!
Zach Davis: DUNE IS BACK! DUNE IS BACK, AND JOHNNY IS SHOCKED LIKE HE’S SEEN A GHOST.
Johnny’s eyes are widen, and his jaw all the way down to china. Dune is breathing through his mask until he charges straight down the entrance path, and slides into the ring where Johnny gets the first strikes in by trying to club down his back with both of his arms. Dune shoves him off so hard that he goes back into the rebounds only for Dune to wrap his arms across his waist, and pull him onto his left shoulder before turning around to his knees to Twisting Spinebuster Rabid down on the mat. His head ricochets off the mat, and now Dune stands up slapping his chest as a message that he’s ready to tear the house down.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Beaver, and Wade are doing their best to beat down Dune from behind. His back still is in a lot of pain so they manage to bring him down to a knee. They both run to the ropes, and then they manage to barge him out of the ring for the time being. Occulo, and Joey clotheslines them both over the top rope to send them outside the ring. They follow the rest, and then a huge brawl occurs on the outside.
Gravedigger: AW YEAH! THIS IS MY TYPE OF FIGHTING! Wait, Johnny Rabid is on the top rope!
All five men turn up to see Johnny Rabid standing up on the top rope. He leaps backwards into a picture perfect Moonsault to land onto all of them to create a car crash on the outside.
Zach Davis: EVERYONE IS DOWN! EVERYONE!
Rabid is barely up as that moonsault really took a lot on his ribs. He picks up Flash, and rolls him into the ring. Following after, anyone could be the legal man. It doesn’t matter any more. Rabid helps Flash up, and places his hand into his throat. He slings his right arm over his shoulder, and lifts Flash up to be
Freddy Whoa: CHOKESLAM BY RABID!
Occulo comes in when Rabid turns around only to get elbowed right into the throat that currently bends him over. He rushes back to the ropes behind, and rebounds to leap into the air, and somersault to drive his face into the mat.
Zach Davis: The Oesophagus Bureau! OCCULO STRIKES!
Occulo manages to get up, and Beaver quickly enters to turn around him, and hug to drive him up into the air, and onto his shoulders.
Zach Davis: BEAVER TO BELLY!
Just when you thought it was over, Beaver flips backwards onto the mat after getting Tornado Kicked in the jaw by Dune.
Gravedigger: DUST DEVIL! BEAVER IS OUT!
Without any hesitation, Wade Moor quickly leaps off the side to Dune, and Superman Punches him out of the ring through the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: BROSEIDON PUNCH!
Wade Moor stands in the center of the ring as all men are down, and he is mouthing off. He turns around to help Joey back on his feet, and he launches him into the ropes. Joey Flash quickly rebounds and
CROWD + ALL THREE COMMENTATORS: ZUUUWWWWARRRRDDDOOOOOO!!!!!
Gravedigger: WADE MOOR JUST FLEW FIFTY FEET IN THE AIR OH MY GYYYAAAWWWDDDD!!!!
Wade Moor is down on the mat, and Joey hooks the leg for the pin.
BROKEN UP BY BEAVER AND RABID!
The fans boo.
The #beachkrew have had enough. They pick the referee up and both Rabid and Beaver deck him in the face, throwing him out of the ring. The timekeeper rings for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: This match has been declared a NO CONTEST!
Zach Davis: ANOTHER non-finish tonight? Come on.
Dune and Occulo enter the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Here come The Sentinels!
The aftermath of the match is still going on, bodies are slowly raising and we see the two warring groups, The Sentinels and Joey Flash remain in the ring as the three members of #BeachKrew gesticulate toward them as they had back up the ramp.
Zach Davis: That’s it for another action packed Slam folks, what a night where we saw-
Before Zach can close the show we see Joey Flash has commandeered a microphone and his voice begins to boom over the PA.
Joey Flash: Hey, hey. Hold up a second now. Leaving so soon?
Gravedigger: Yes please I have a date with a twenty year old glamour model you guido fuck, what are you trying to do to me?!
Joey Flash: What did you think Wade? That this was going to be easy? That you can just attack Joey Flash and try to weasel your way into the payday you’d get as I crack your skull open?
Lesson one: You don’t seem to understand how things work here. I am not someone you just ‘attack’. You want me at Explosion so badly Wade? I re-iterate. $1,000,000 up front, in my bank. I mean shit; maybe you could finally sell something and raise the money ey?
Joey Flash: This is not some limp wristed champion, here in the WCF Wade; I am the one who knocks.
Lesson two: Joey Flash is already five steps ahead of you. What looks like a great moment of triumph for #BeachKrew is only them crawling further into my web. Do you get it yet? This has been a set-up from day fucking one. This whole match is my idea, getting you right here, right now. What is it they say?
Joey muses for a moment then smiles his beaming grin.
Joey Flash: Pride comes before a fall.
The lights cut for a moment, then raise immediately as we see Wade Moor, Johnny Rabid and Dustin Beaver on the ramp…with three figures stood directly behind each of them.
Zach Davis: That’s…
Freddy Whoa: These men debuted earlier this night, I can’t-
Gravedigger: It’s The Pride!!!!!
Ethan King, The Griffin and Eddie Felt the new rookie sensations blindside the three #BeachKrew members from behind and begin hammering away at their respective targets. King tosses Moor into the guardrail and puts the boots to him with a ferocity that would make Wade himself proud. Eddie Felt looms over Johnny Rabid, a bizarre rubber reptilian mask adorning his features as he grabs Rabid and lifts him up in the air before planting him with authority on the ramp with a Chemtrail Driver.
Zach Davis: The Pride are decimating #BeachKrew…what is this?
Gravedigger: JARED, JOHN, ANDRE GET OUT HERE NOW!!!
The Griffin smashes Beaver with a couple of forearm shots, backing him up before signalling to the crowd and then spinning majestically and hitting the Tornado Kick on the former Television Champion.
Wade is out cold, Rabid is out cold, Beaver is out cold. Stood above them in a harrowing almost mirror imagine of the debut of #BeachKrew stand King, Griff and Felt. They give a look to the ring and signal to Flash whose grin is only getting wider. Occulo and Dune seem completely in the dark about this, Dune shoves Flash as if to ask ‘What the hell is going on?’ before Flash raises the microphone once more.
Joey Flash: I am the #BeachKrew genocidist.
He hops out of the ring grabbing a steel chair as he goes, tucking the microphone into his trunks and walks down the ramp toward The Pride, shaking each member’s hand before removing the microphone and addressing the audience once more.
Joey Flash: Welcome my new friends to the WCF guys. Come on, cheer. Fucking cheer.
The crowd cheers for The Pride but is quickly overwhelmed by boos for Flash; Joey approaches the unconscious Moor and crouches down alongside him.
Joey Flash: Lesson Three: You come at the king, you best not miss.
He drops the microphone as he stands back up, readying the chair, he check swings once and then unloads a hellacious shot right into the unconscious face of Wade Moor who slumps to the floor as blood begins to pool around his head. Flash steps back and admires his handiwork, throwing the chair to the floor and retrieving the microphone again, the show fades to black on Joey’s final words.
Joey Flash: Et tu, Wade?
"The Final Countdown" by Europe hits the arena speakers as the crowd fucking loses it. Jayson Price walks out from the back, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a Jayson Price t-shirt. The crowd starts singing along to the song as Price smiles before singing along with them.
Zach Davis: And we've been waiting for this all night. We heard that Jayson Price was going to be making an announcement tonight back on Monday, just a day after losing the WCF World Title to Joey Flash. What is he going to have to say?
Freddy Whoa: Well the last time he said he was going to make an announcement he ended up making history by putting the World Title on the line on WCF Wednesday Night.
Gravedigger: Calling it now, this is to announce that he's a vagina and he wants a rematch because he was tired from defending the title 4 days prior.
Zach Davis: I'll take that action.
Price takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd from the stage before heading down the ramp, slapping a few hands. He stops for a quick selfie with a young fan and then rolls into the ring. He pops up to his feet and is handed a microphone from Kyle Steel, who then leaves the ring. "Final Countdown" fades out as the crowd starts up a "JAYSON PRICE" chant, which brings about another smile.
Jayson Price: Thank you, thank you. Honestly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
The crowd applauds and then settles down as Price raises a hand.
Jayson Price: Seriously, you guys, we're already way past our end time and I just now got into the ring. If you don't settle down we're going to end up costing Seth Lerch a shit ton of cash.
Price grins and then motions for the crowd to start back up. They laugh and then get back to their feet, cheering and applauding as Price feigns disapproval.
Jayson Price: Damn it, you guys are going to get me in a lot of trouble. Knock it off already!
Price walks over to the corner and climbs up to the top rope before taking a seat on the turnbuckle. He again motions for the crowd to settle down as he raises his microphone.
Jayson Price: All right, all right, that's enough of that. Now I know a lot of you were expecting for me to come out to this ring tonight and make excuses for why I lost to Joey Flash at Timebomb last week.
The crowd boos at the mention of Joey Flash's win.
Jayson Price: Hey, come one now. While I'm not exactly jumping for joy over losing the World Title, I will say that Joey Flash gave me one hell of a match. He didn't cheat to win the belt or pull any other kind of dirty tactics, he beat me clean right there in the center of the ring. I'm not here to make excuses for why I lost because, quite simply, last week Joey Flash was the better man and he earned that win.
Price lowers his microphone to offer applause to Flash. The crowd seems unconvinced by claps nonetheless.
Jayson Price: Now as I said, I'm not out here tonight because I want to make excuses for why I lost. Flash was the better man and I just didn't have it. Case closed, mystery solved, the butler did it with the lead pipe in the observatory. So then, why am I out here? Am I here to announce that I'm invoking my rematch clause and challenging for the World Title at Explosion?
The crowd lets out a loud pop and begins a "YES!" chant. Price lets it go on for a moment before raising his microphone.
Jayson Price: No.
The crowd lets out a gasp of confusion.
Jayson Price: I am not invoking my rematch clause at this time. As much as I would love to fight to regain the WCF World Title, this isn't the time. So if I'm not making excuses for why I lost the World Title and I'm not invoking my rematch clause, why else would I be out here?
The crowd starts up a "Please Don't Go!" chant as Price looks around at them.
Jayson Price: Anyone ever tell you guys that you're smarter than you look.
The chant grows louder as Price hops down from the turnbuckle and begins to pace in the ring.
Jayson Price: I have done so much in my time here in WCF. I literally wrote the book on how to win titles. I broke records for eliminations in the WAR Match, I broke records for holding different titles, I broke records for how long I held those titles. Hell, I even broke a condom inside the boss's sister.
The crowd lets out a laugh as Price looks into the camera.
Jayson Price: Sorry, I just couldn't resist working in one Shannan joke. I was part of some of the most dominating stables in the history of the company. I co-main evented One and main evented almost every other PPV at least once. I was in tag teams with some of my best friends and then we fought each other to the near death. I've had matches with god damn Hall Of Famers for fucks sake, most of which I actually won. I could seriously stand out here with a stack of printer paper and read off the 1,004 accomplishments of my WCF career, but I won't. The simple message, though, is that in the nearly 6 and a half years that I've been in WCF, I've done a whole lot.
A "Hall Of Famer" chant breaks out, which of course brings a smile to Price's face.
Jayson Price: Well I certainly don't know about all that. I mean, there's a whole process involved and I'm sure that there needs to be a vote or a meeting or something before that gets decided. So let's not hold our breaths on that happening any time soon.
Price turns to the camera and gives a wink. He smiles for the crowd but it slowly fades away.
Jayson Price: But even with all that I've done, there is one thing that I have to do. One battle that I need to take on and win.
The crowd begins to buzz with anticipation.
Jayson Price: I'm not talking about WAR. Or Ultimate Showdown. Or even Trios. I'm talking about something about something more important, more personal. As many of you guys know, I haven't exactly had the most fantastic luck when it comes to staying healthy. Since 2010, I've had my neck broken twice, herniated disks in my spine, more concussions than I can count on one hand, had to have a plate screwed onto my skull and been put in a coma. And those are just the injuries to head and neck. But right now, I'm healthy...physically. For once I'm not in any actual pain. But I'm not exactly healthy. You see during all that time I spent injured I turned to some things to help cope. Things that you all have been quite accustomed to seeing me ingest on a daily basis. I let myself become a drunken, white trash stereotype with the only things missing being a double wide trailer and a wife with a black eye. I paraded myself out here, drunk off my ass, sometimes higher than a kite and not feeling anything, just because I could, not because I was actually in pain. And there was a time when I'd blame you guys for laughing and cheering along to my shenanigans, but the fact is that it was all my fault. You saw an idiot acting like a clown and you responded like you should have. So I don't blame you, I blame myself.
Price pauses as he again begins to pace the ring.
Jayson Price: But I'm tired of playing the blame game. It's time I finally own up for my fuck ups and take control of my life and that starts tonight. So I'm officially announcing that I'm leaving WCF.
The crowd lets out a collective gasp followed by shouts "NO!" and "WHY?".
Jayson Price: As much as I love this company and you guys and some of the guys in the back, this environment just isn't right for me at the moment. I need to get away and finally do the one thing that I've needed to do for years and that's go into rehab. Between the alcoholism and the painkiller addiction, not to mention what I'm sure will be a few other issues that will come up in therapy, I need help. And that's not something I do. In all this time in WCF, I never asked anyone for help. It was Jayson Price versus The World, all day every day. But now isn't the time to go it alone and so I must seek out the right kind of help. And, quite simply, I can't find it when I'm surrounded by things that remind me of the vices that I need to leave behind. No matter how much I'm going to miss them.
The crowd's becoming visually emotional as Price comes to a stop in the middle of the ring.
Jayson Price: So in closing, to paraphrase a line from the criminally underrated movie Hancock, I leave you with this simple message. 'You deserve better from me. I can be better, I will be better.'
Price lets the microphone drop to the mat with a thud as the crowd raises to their feet, eyes wet with tears, and begin to clap. "Don't You (Forget About Me)" by Simple Minds begins to play as Price rolls out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp, slapping a few outstretched hands of emotional fans. He reaches the stage and raises a single fist into the air as Slam fades out to black with the sounds of the crowd chanting "JAYSON FUCKING PRICE! JAYSON FUCKING PRICE! JAYSON FUCKING PRICE!".
Zach Davis: Well-
The music cuts.
Freddy Whoa: What the..
Master of Puppets plays instead.
Zach Davis: WHAT!?
Gravedigger: Now THIS is how you end a show!
Freddy Whoa: Seth Lerch is interrupting Jayson Price!
Seth Lerch steps out, stepping right into the face of an incredulous Jayson Price. Seth has a mic.
Seth Lerch: WHO.. DO YOU THINK.. YOU ARE!?
Price simply stares into Seth's eyes. Seth is livid.
Seth Lerch: I INVESTED IN YOU, PRICE! For OVER FIVE YEARS I've invested in you, TIME AND TIME AGAIN, and you've come up short... EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.
Seth acts like he's going to throw the microphone down, he's so angry.
Seth Lerch: You think you get to just ride off into the sunset? You think you get to come out here, make a speech, and let that be that?
Seth steps right up to Jayson, face to face.
Seth Lerch: You're wrong.
Seth steps away, wisely, since Jayson Price can only be pushed so far. Seth paces around for a few moments.
Seth Lerch: March 20th is going to be a very special night, Price. March 20th markes the 350th episode of Slam. I need ratings, so Price, I'm going to invest in you one last time. On March 20th, you son of a bitch, before you walk away like the coward you are....
Seth steps right back up to Price.
Seth Lerch: I'm challenging you to a match. You and me. One last time. You think you've got injured, Price?! YOU'RE LYING TO ALL OF THESE PEOPLE!
Seth gestures towards the crowd.
Seth Lerch: The truth is, Price, you just don't have THE HEART.
Seth pounds his chest.
Seth Lerch: But I'm a nice guy. You WANT a career ending injury, Price? You WANT an excuse to walk away from WCF, like the coward that you are? Accept my challenge.
The fans are on their feet in stunned disbelief that Seth would ruin such a moment.
Seth Lerch: Jayson Price, I will end you.
The fans boo. A small smirk comes to Price's face.
Zach Davis: Is he going to accept? There's no shame in saying no, Jayson Price made his exit tonight. Seth doesn't have any right to challenge him to another match.
Gravedigger: Fans, we're out of time... goodnight.
Slam fades to black on Seth and Price face to face.