Zach Davis: Welcome to SLAM 350! Look how we're starting things off!
Freddy Whoa: Torture getting ready for tonight's legends match up. Torture and Oblivion one on one!
As we're live, we see TORTURE! The crowd pops for the WCF legend. Torture turns around after some sort of warm up exercise. He stares off frame and smiles big. Slickie T walks into frame.
Zach Davis: WHOOOOOAAAAAAAA
Freddy Whoa: That's my line!
Gravedigger: SLAM THREE FIFTY IS BRINGING THE LEGENDS OUT!
The crowd is going crazy as Slickie T and Torture stand face to face in frame.
Torture: What the hell are you doing, bro?
The two embrace and ham it up.
Slickie T: Come on, they can't have a big Slam like this without me! I was in the neighborhood and stopped by to say what's up to a few guys and figured I should stop here too.
Torture: Yeah, man, yeah I dig it!
Slickie T: Oblivion eh? That's rough.
Torture: Yeah, I'm like.. you know.. scared and want to cry and die but whatever, man, it's life right? Just go out there and put on a show.. and die.. and get raped and die.
Slickie T: Oh come on! I beat him for the World Title.. you'll be just fine.
Torture: You say that, but just tell everyone at my funeral that you told me I'd be just fine.
The two have a good laugh.
Slickie T: I'm out of here though, but hey we need to talk about the stadium I'm building in Las Vegas for the NFL. I need some co-financiers and a brand name. Let's talk next week, yeah?
Torture: Hell yeah, I'll call you Monday.
Slickie heads off frame and Torture goes back to bouncin' around before he stops and this time tilts his head and tries not to smile. Prince Jimmy Dean walks into frame.
Zach Davis: HEY! PRINCE JIMMY DEAN IS HERE!
Gravedigger: BOBBY CAIRO IS SMILIN' DOWN FROM HEAVEN SEEIN' THIS!
Freddy Whoa: ALL THE STARS ARE COMIN' OUT TONIGHT!
Torture: What the hell are you doing here?
Prince Jimmy Dean: Capture you, there I'm willing to go to great lengths to defeat you still, you don't wear a crown like me until you defeat me.
Torture: In the five years you've been here Jimmy, you've wanted to defeat me.. but I don't think I've ever understood a word you said.
Prince Jimmy Dean: Masterful talk from a man defeated never before a man like me my name is Jimmy Dean and I'm the Princest of them all.
Torture and Jimmy Dean just stare at each other for ten seconds. Torture flinches towards Jimmy and Jimmy about has a heart attack.
Torture: Get lost kid, and don't come back.
Jimmy leaves the frame with his head held low. Torture goes back to bouncin' around again and stops one more time.
Torture: Okay. What are YOU two doing here?
The scene pans out and it's The Superfans!
Zach Davis: HEY! THE SUPERFANS! OH MY GOD WE HAVEN'T SEEN THEM IN YEARS!
Gravedigger: ONE OF THE BEST TAG TEAMS IN WCF! THEY ALWAYS PARODIED THE BEST WRESTLERS IN WCF!
Torture: Who are you guys dressed as?
Superfans answer in unison: JOEY FLASH!
Torture: Never heard of him. Get lost.
The Superfans look toward each other and then back at Torture and both go for a standing sidekick. Torture catches both of their feet and nods his head no.
Torture: Nu uh. We're not doing that. No thanks.
He lets go of their feet and they just walk off frame. Torture watches them walk away on frame though.
Torture: Slam 350. What the hell used to go on around here?
We cut back to the announcers.
Gravedigger: Aha! I LOVE IT ZACHY! WE'RE HAVING FUN HERE ON SLAM 350!
Zach Davis: Let's get to some action, GDL!
Zach Davis: Uh... Gravedigger, Legend?
Gravedigger: I can buy that.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Voodoo by godsmack rips over the pa systems across the arena, fire starts rouring from the sides of the entrence ramp, venom comes out from the back hyping the crowd up he runs straight to the ring and slides under the ropes, he stands and faces the crowd only to receive chants.
Zach Davis: And what a way to kick off Slam 350! It is time for the debut of a new superstar!
Gravedigger: I like the look of this kid, he’s got potential.
Freddy Whoa: Uh, that’s one word for it.
The house lights go out plunging the arena in darkness, before they begin to strobe to the music as Sabotage hits the PA....
Zach Davis: And here comes Warbird!
The camera zooms to the ringside area, where Warbird has been seated the entire time, holding up a Warbird sign. He points at the sign and then to himself, then hops over the barricade as the fans offer him a mix of cheers and boos. He throws his arms out and bows deeply, almost in a mocking fashion, before rolling under the ropes and cracking his knuckles in anticipation.
Freddy Whoa: Warbird looking to welcome this young star to WCF.
Gravedigger: He’s going to get a hell of a welcome, I promise you that!
The camera zooms in on Warbird’s grimace, then slams into his face!
Zach Davis: What the??
It switches to a new angle to reveal that Bad News Benson was holding the camera the entire time! He throws it to the ground with a crash and runs across the ring slamming a clothesline into the surprised Snake Venom!
Zach Davis: I guess this Triple Threat is underway!
Benson unloads, slamming his boot down repeatedly, stomping the prone venom as the crowd boos the cowardly tactic! Benson holds his hands out and roars, slapping himself across the face from the adrenaline rush!
…Which proves to be a bad idea, as his own repeated shots start to daze him, and he is momentarily staggered!
Zach Davis: Benson getting a bit overzealous here, it may cost him!
Warbird has managed to recover from the camera shot, and charges Benson! Benson swings a right hook, but Warbird ducks and slams a shot into the midsection! Benson doubles over and Warbird grabs him for a bulldog!
But Venom has come back to life and slams a running clothesline into Warbird! He is staggered, and Benson picks him up into a back suplex! Warbirds head bounces off the mat and he rolls from the ring.
Benson turns towards Snake Venom with a devilish look in his eye, but Venom connects with another clothesline!
But Benson is too bad! He stays on his feet despite the massive blow, so Snake Venom hits him again!
But Benson just won’t go down! Snake Venom runs for one final clothesline…
But Warbird grabs his ankle, tripping him mid bounce!
Benson sees an opportunity and goes for a running body splash! He slams down on Venom with all his might, landing with a thud and grabbing a cover!
No! Warbird grabs a beer bottle from a fan in the front row and smashes it over Benson’s face through the ropes! Benson rolls away clutching at his face as Warbird slides under the ropes!
Zach Davis: And a little bit of payback for that shot with the camera, guys!
Freddy Whoa: Triple Threats are no DQ, right?
Warbird grabs Venom, pulling him to the outside, and slams his face against the announce table!
Zach Davis: Hey, watch it!
Gravedigger: This isn’t the Spanish announce Table guys, keep it civil!
Warbird flips off the announcers, but Venom grabs Warbird while he’s distracted, slamming him face first into the announce table!
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF!
Venom grabs Warbird roughly by the hair and hurls him as hard as he can into the ring steps! Warbird crashes over the obstacle with a resounding boom as the audience “ooohs” in sympathy.
But Benson has recovered and slides to the ringside area! Venom tries to counter him coming in, but Benson shoves through and tackles him to the ground, raining punches down as the crowd roars!
Zach Davis: And this one has broken down completely guys!
Freddy Whoa: It’s an all-out brawl!
Zach Davis: Gravedigger, is that your cell phone?
Gravedigger: Shut up! I’m posting this on facebook!
Benson stands up and holds his arms up victoriously as the crowd roars for more punishment, but before he can give them what they’re asking for, Warbird appears, slamming the ring bell into the back of Benson’s head!
An Audible DING! Echoes through the Arena as Benson’s eyes roll back into his head and he falls forward. Warbird spits on the fallen foe and grabs snake Venom, Irish whipping him into the barricade!
Zach Davis: This one isn’t pretty!
Freddy Whoa: But it is fun to watch!
Warbird stomps on Benson, keeping him from getting to his feet, then pursues Venom, who springs to life, driving an elbow across Warbird’s forehead! Warbird stumbles backwards into Benson, who is waiting and grabs him into a spinebuster, slamming him through the front row barricade!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Crowd: WCF! WCF!
Warbird is having trouble moving, and Benson spits on the fallen foe, returning his insult before turning back to Snake Venom, who is having trouble walking.
Zach Davis: Talk about a warm welcome to WCF!
Benson approaches and winds up and slams a right hook across Snake Venom’s Jaw, buckling his knees! He holds onto the ring post for support, and Benson grabs him by the head!
But no! Snake Venom comes to life and grabs Benson, driving him face first into the ring post instead! Benson stumbles about from the force of the blow, and Venom jumps to the apron, Benson turns around just in time to catch Venom throw a flying crossbody! Benson falls backwards and the two crash into a pile of chairs set up for the ring crew!
Gravedigger: We should have more matches like this!
Zach Davis: The crew is not going to be happy…
Snake Venom stands up, bleeding from the mouth as a result of the punishment so far, and wipes it off, before beckoning the wild crowd, who have gone crazy with the excitement of the match!
Warbird has managed to crawl to the ringside area, and Venom hurls him harshly under the bottom rope!
Zach Davis: This one has been going a hundred miles an hour, but I think Venom is looking to end it right now!
Venom climbs the top turnbuckle, holding his hands out to the crowd who roars for him to finish off the fallen Warbird!
Zach Davis: ATOMIC BOMB!
Zach Davis: Snake Venom wins in his debut!
Gravedigger: Sorry for any fans who had skipping during this match.
The Wells Fargo Arena housed multiple legendary events especially in the great city that endorses Pro Wrestling, Pennsylvania, Philadelphia. The 350th episode of Slam is a milestone in how far this company has come. Lots of appreciation of the historical matches, segments have been presented, and yet so much more to come on the card.
Gravedigger: Well, this show has been great. Over here with this popcorn in my hand, enjoyin' the show.
Zach Davis: When did you get popcorn?
Gravedigger: Don't ask, won't tell.
Freddy Whoa: Well, thanks for joining us again folks. Tonight, we will see the return of Grayson Pierce in our main event. A Triple Threat Match to determine the number one contender to face Joey Flash for the WCF World Championship. It will be Wade Moor against Steve Orbit against Grayson Pierce.
Before the commentators continue on their report, "Relentless" by New Years Day instantly blasts off the sound system which the crowd ignites in their cheers. Andre Holmes walks out from the back wearing a Rebellution T-Shirt instead of his usual hoodie. Dressed in his ring attire, he walks down to the ring with no crazy lights or any pyrotechnics going off. No, this was different. During his way to the ring, he slapped a few of the fans hands while making it to the steel steps to get into the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing to the ring, he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, Andre Holmes!
Zach Davis: Andre Holmes came off from a very well earned submission victory against K.L Henson. He's looking pretty great as he's ready to address the crowd here tonight.
Gravedigger: Surprised they haven't arrested a MURDERER yet!
Receiving a microphone from one of the ringside crew members, his entrance music is gone which allows the arena to reign down cheers. He stands there in the center of the ring smiling, and even blushing from his loyal fan base. As silence grows, he raises the microphone up to his lips to speak.
Andre Holmes: Now I don't want to be the one to say I told you so...but I told you so. At Explosion, K.L Henson said he was going to make me pay. Make me suffer for being allegedly responsible for the death of Mr. Holden which we all know was never true. As much as that ignorant bastard wanted to make me look like the bad guy, it was uncalled for to put my brother in the hospital. I felt bad, I felt like crap but in the end, I proved him wrong, and avenged my brother Grayson Pierce when I made K.L Henson TAP OUT!
As they cheer, he lets down the microphone to his side to get a breather, and nod as their cheers was outstanding.
Freddy Whoa: That match has been talked about on social media. Back, and forth as both men went even to the point where Andre was busted open with a cut. However, Andre came out on top, and made K.L Henson submit. He will face him again in a Tag Team Match earlier with his Rebellution member, Bonnie Blue, against K.L's tag partner, Scathe.
Andre Holmes: I keep telling people. Don't give up. Your enemies will do everything in their power to bring you down but as long as you push yourself, you'll get success no matter what. I proved that when those House of Ophelia losers did everything in their power to bring me down, and make me the bad guy. All in all, my actions were the better ones, and now K.L is stuck on the joke line because of me. However, there is someone in the back I want to address. The moment I have stepped into WCF, this person has done everything to get on my nerves. She's an obsessive, psychotic, ignorant, retarded, crazy bitch who went too far last week staging a scandal, and interfering in my personal life when she made my ex-girlfriend break up with me. She's tried to implant a false marriage in everyone's head, and even paid off TMZ to make me look like an abusive person. You know exactly who I'm talking about? Katherine Phoenix!
Gravedigger: Hey. Don't try to lie your way out of this Andre. We caught you red-handed last week!
Zach Davis: You actually believe that?
Gravedigger: Footage never lies!
Andre Holmes: Phoenix. I made a promise to you that I would call you out on the 350th episode of Slam. I am sick of you constantly creating chaos. When you attacked my sorority sister, Bonnie, you went too damn far. I'm willing to drop the restraining order tonight so I can kick your ass! Katherine, get out here NOW!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! LET'S GO ANDRE! LET'S GO ANDRE! LET'S GO ANDRE!
He paces back and forth in the ring, eyes never leaving the stage. Microphone at the side, Andre was ready.
Freddy Whoa: This relationship has been nothing but love-hate. If Katherine even takes one foot in that ring, she's done for. Andre wants to tear her head off more than anyone else in the company.
The house lights go down as purple lights start flashing all around the arena. "Desire" by Meg Myers begins to play, as the live crowd begin to boo extremely loudly.
Zach Davis: Looks like Katherine Phoenix is coming out here...
The music continues to play but Katherine does not show, just causing the crowd to boo even louder. Eventually the music cuts down and Katherine appears on the titantron with a large smile on her face. She does her best to ignore the crowd throwing amazing levels of boo's, and hatred to her. Andre shakes his head, not surprised she wouldn't show up to the ring. He raises the microphone up to his lips as he comes closer to lean on the ropes.
Andre Holmes: Katherine. I think you misheard me. I told your dumb ass to come to the ring, not be on the screen. I know you're slow but I never thought for you to be deaf.
Gravedigger: And this is why he should not be in WCF. Disrespectful!
Katherine Phoenix: Hahahahaha that was GREAT. The look on your face, Andy! Wish I had taken a picture of that! You really think I'm going to come out there when I am having wayyyyyyyyy more fun back here? Hmmmmmmm nah! See, Andy Bear... I know I like being in charge when it comes to our sexy times...
Katherine winks at the camera.
Katherine Phoenix: But when it comes to the chasing, I actually do prefer it when you come to me.
Andre rolls his eyes, and the crowd keeps booing her. She takes a moment to gain back her composure.
Katherine Phoenix: I can see it in your eyes, Andy. I know you try and play the hero and make me out to be the villain... but I know deep down inside you want nothing more than to be back here with me getting up to all sorts of fun. I mean you're single now, right? Even you can't deny the fact that that now makes you available... can you even remember what it feels like to be touched by a woman, Andy Bear? Come on, baby. Come back here and have some fun with your Kitty Kat.
Andre Holmes: I'd rather get shot than come backstage to spend some time with you. As a matter of fact, scratch that. I'll be on my way to kick your ass instead.
Zach Davis: That was poor choices of words by Katherine Phoenix. She really expects Andre to be all lovey-dovey? He wants to kill her.
Katherine smirks, and starts laughing maniacally. Andre's eyes narrows as he's confused why should she be so happy about being threatened.
Katherine Phoenix: I love you, Andy... you know that? I am loyal to you and only you! I would never do a single thing to hurt a pretty little hair on your adorable little head... but noooooo that just isnt good enough for you is it? Of course it isnt. I wonder why, Andy?! I WONDER!!! I know why now though. I KNOW WHY NOW!!! And, Andy? You want me to play the villain here? Oh I will. I will be the best villain you have EVER seen! And as the new wicked witch of the WCF... the first thing I'm going to do... is to kill Snow White!
Andre Holmes: Katherine! What did you do to her?! You better not put one finger on her, and I swear to god. I'm so god-damn sick of you attacking other people instead of facing me. For the past two weeks, you've been running your mouth, and now it all comes to an end. Bonnie, Crystal, Oblivion, no more. Come down to this ring right now, or I will go backstage, and drag your corpse in front of everyone!
Crowd: ANDRE'S GONNA KILL YOU! ANDRE'S GONNA KILL YOU! ANDRE'S GONNA KILL YOU!
Katherine shakes her head, and covers her ears while they chant. She eventually loses it, and lashes out to prove her point.
Katherine Phoenix: : Shut up! SHUT UP!!! SHUT THE HELL UP!!! ANDRE YOU BETTER TELL YOUR STUPID LITTLE SHIT FANS TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I WILL KILL ALL OF THEM AND KILL HER TOO!!! NONE OF YOU DESERVE YOUR HAPPINESS!!! NONE OF YOU!!! YOU GOT EVERYTHING HANDED TO YOU ON A SILVER GOD DAMN PLATTER WHILST I WAS OUT THERE SUFFERING!!! WELL NO MORE!!! I AM GOING MAKE SURE NO MORE!!! YOU WILL ALL BE THE ONES TO HURT NOW!!! I WILL MAKE YOU ALL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!!!
And you, my sweet little Andre... YOU are just as bad as ALL OF THEM!!! Why should you get all that... when I got NOTHING?!! You got friends, a family, a nice warm home... those idiots cheer you no matter what you do... and you do nothing but come out here week after week trying to shove it down my throat!!! You know what I got, Andre?! YOU KNOW WHAT I CALLED HOME FOR MANY YEARS?!!! A cardboard fucking box out on the streets!!! People didn't care about me... they didn't cheer me or love me like they do with you! Why do you deserve all of that?! I bet you couldn't even last one god damn day out there like I did! And you call ME the bad guy?! You're the hero of the story... why didn't you save me?! WHY!!! You could have saved me, Andre... you SHOULD have! But all you ever wanted to do was push me further down into the dirt I call home! WHAT SORT OF HERO DOES THAT?!!! Well no more, Andre. NO MORE!!! I am going to make you go through everything THEY put ME through, hunny... and then? After that? We can FINALLY be together! Just like we always should have been!!!
Having her fingers on the camcorder, she switches the camera to her feet where Crystal Knight is on the floor completely knocked out, and then back to Katherine smiling. Andre's eyes widen, and he holds tightly on the top rope as he really has a choice between fighting Katherine or helping Crystal.
Freddy Whoa: That woman is absolutely sick! Crystal Knight, our newest member of the talent, has been laid out by Phoenix.
Gravedigger: If only Andre just showed her some attention, none of this would happen.
Andre Holmes: Katherine, you son of a bitch! I'm gonna knock you out for that! How dare you put your hands on her, she did nothing to you!
Katherine Phoenix: Oh she did nothing to me? SHE DID NOTHING TO ME?!! BULLSHIT!!! She knew you were mine! SHE KNEW YOU WERE!!! She was in this company for less than a week and was all over you! It was DISGUSTING!!! You're mine, Andy. MINE!!! I will not share you! I WILL NOT!!! Don't go getting yourself all upset her though, hunny... all I am doing is showing her and the rest of the world... that you, Andre, MY HUSBAND... are completely and utterly OFF THE MARKET!!! If they even think about so much as looking at you I will end them! You want me to be the villain so bad, Andy? This is what the villains do!
Andre quickly drops the microphone, and sprints up the entrance path where the fans are motivating him to help her. After rushing backstage, the cameras quickly follow Andre charging down the hallways, and brushing multiple personnel out of their way. Reaching an intersection, he sees Katherine Phoenix at the door of her private locker room waiting for Andre as she motions with her finger to come inside. Crystal Knight is knocked out on the cold concrete floor, and he hesitates on what to do.
Crowd: HELP HER! HELP HER! HELP HER!
Zach Davis: This is a stand off! He has an opportunity. He could take out Phoenix right now, and be done with.
Freddy Whoa: But Crystal needs medical attention, and quick!
He snarled. This is what he wanted to do for so long, get the chance to beat Phoenix to a bloody pulp. However, it wasn't the right thing to do. Andre quickly went down on his knee, and pulled Crystal into his arms before just turning his back on Phoenix, and running off with Crystal's lifeless body to the nearest medical facility leaving her alone. Her mouth drops in awe, and she begins to freak out.
Katherine Phoenix: WHAT?!!! REALLY?!! YOU CHOSE HER?!! OVER ME?!!! REALLY?!! Shes weak! Worthless! Pathetic!!! I am the dominant one here! I am the superior one! DAMNIT COME BACK HERE!!! Choose me! I AM BETTER!!! ANDRE!!!!
Gravedigger: REALLY ANDRE? YOU HAD THE CHANCE TO BE WITH YOUR WIFE? REALLY?!
Zach Davis: As much as I wanted to see Andre put an end to her, he made the right choice. Crystal needed help, and he's doing just that.
Katherine starts ripping the decorations from her locker room, and overthrows some of the furniture. Leaving her private quarters, a misfortune backstage member was at the wrong place at the wrong time. She grabs him by the head, and bashes his face into the nearest wall. Once he falls down, she continues to assault him with brutal forearms straight into his face until some of the security personnel are forced to restrain her away as she flails, and screams.
Katherine Phoenix: I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT ANDRE!!! I WILL DESTROY IT ALL!!! CRYSTAL... BONNIE... YOUR DAUGHTERS!!! ALL GONE!!! ALL GONE UNTIL NOTHING IS LEFT BUT ME!!! ONE WAY OR ANOTHER YOU WILL LOVE ME!!! I SWEAR IT!!! YOU WILL LOVE ME!!!
Freddy Whoa: Katherine has gone off the deep end. I'm sure the Board of Directors will speak about this. We have to go to commercial, this is too violent for our viewers!
Kyle Steel: For centuries, ladies and gentlemen, the Wrestling Championship Federation has been the vanguard in innovative entertainment and athletic spectacle. When it comes to creating experiences of sheer, unmitigated excitement, no other organization in the history of humankind has come close to what the WCF has proven capable of putting on show after show since its inception. Even after so many years of time-tested success, however, this illustrious Federation is STILL trying to achieve new milestones for the sports entertainment industry and push the boundaries of what wrestling can be. As fans from all around the universe can attest to, this is without a doubt what makes the Wrestling Championship Federation THE GREATEST THING EVER CONCEIVED BY A HUMAN MIND!!!
Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, your undying loyalty will pay off again just as it has so many millions of times before. Suppress your nipple erections, folks, because you’re about to witness… The first ever televised PITFIGHT!!!
Freddy Whoa: WOOL! PitFighting, a sport conceived by the ancient Sea Peoples of western Anatolia, is significantly more dangerous than conventional wrestling. With no referees or winning criteria of any kind, fights pretty much just stop when one combatant gets bored of abusing the other while he’s unconscious. The gladiatorial competition is said to be responsible for 5,000 deaths just this week alone, and is being actively opposed by over fifty human rights organizations.
Zach Davis: But that won’t stop these two bruisers from getting it on tonight! Oliver Samson Cha0s of London, Ontario, sparked waves in the WCF last Wednesday when he made his debut against Thor Odinson (Portrayed by Chris Hemsworth). Beating the Asgardian to a fleshy pulp, he proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that the WCF has grossly inadequate mental health clearance screenings for new recruits.
The 6’10” hardcore disciple might have his hands full tonight, though, with the veteran grappler Vulgar. Described by the Wrestling Observer Newsletter as “The worst thing to happen to the industry since New Jack,” the mononymous madman has proven to be utterly and wholly unpredictable during his WCF tenure. Cha0s claims he loves pain, but how will he react to having a hand shoved up his ass? Only time will tell.
Freddy Whoa: Indeed it will. But right now, the Titantrons are being lowered and the crowd is getting ready to see some closed-circuit carnage! To preserve the integrity of the PitFight and prevent the audience from being splattered with neurosyphilis, the match has to be broadcast to us from a separate location: The Canal Walk Boulevard 55+ Active Adult Community of Somerset, New Jersey.
Like a quartet of monoliths descending from space, the Titantrons lower and light up the stadium.
We set scene somewhere in the otherworldly plane of New Jersey, a dimension predominantly inhabited by the detritus from all the other spheres of existence. Cha0s, the borderline giant hardcore warrior, approaches the rather congenial and inviting front entranceway of the Canal Walk Boulevard community without a hint of concern or stress in his eyes. With his monstrous, acromegaly-esque physique and barbed wire swathed companion “Demento” in tow, he sticks out in this arboreal, picturesque environment like a sore cock .
Gatekeeper: Uh… What are you here for, sir?
Cha0s: Just here to meet my friend Vulgar.
Gatekeeper: Oh, he already arrived… What are you two doing here today, anyway?
Cha0s: None of your business, faggot.
Cha0s smirks. Without even waiting for the stunned security guard to open the gate, Cha0s steps over the barrier and enters the periphery of the cookie-cutter community. Before trekking down the road, however, he makes sure to leave the “WCF Extreme Belt” (Which is just a piece of cardboard wrapped in extension cord with “WCF” written on it) behind.
Zach Davis: Like in a Mankind Boiler Room Brawl, Cha0s will have to find Vulgar before the match can really begin. Vulgar could be ANYWHERE in that massive senior community!
Freddy Whoa: Cha0s has to exercise constant vigilance. Vulgar has been known to be extremely devious and underhanded, even in situations where his opponent is standing right in front of him. I’m sure we all remember the crab incident with Mikey eXtreme two weeks ago.
With only Demento and the body armor-clad cameraman accompanying him, Cha0s ambles his way down the road leading to the core of the village. Having no idea where his jagged-faced opponent might be, his eyes dart in every direction with each lumbering step he takes. Although schooled in the ways of the Street, PitFighting is still new territory for him. He keeps his barbed wire wrapped chair up high by his body, not letting his guard down for a second as he lurches down along the rows of identikit houses.
After tediously walking almost three-quarters of a mile (Much to the audience’s chagrin), the burly goliath pauses to wipe the sweat off his brow.
Cha0s: Where is that fucker?
Almost as if on queue, Vulgar spontaneously manifests from behind a fence with a hair-lipped grin on his face and a glass of ominous white fluid in his hand. The cameraman nearly shits himself as the wild-eyed psychopath runs across the lawn as silently as an owl’s flight towards his oblivious adversary.
Freddy Whoa: WARM!!!
Cha0s only looks around at the very instant Vulgar flings the chalky liquid at his head. Most of it ends up in his eyes and open mouth.
Vulgar: When I leave the ring, cum is ALWAYS left behind!
Cha0s: Ngah! NGAHHHHHHHH!!!
Blinded, Cha0s begins wildly swinging Demento around like a fetal alcohol child trying to hit a piñata that doesn’t exist. Trying to avoid getting smashed, the cameraman stumbles backwards but ends up falling down, losing his grip on the Paillard Bolex. The view on the Titantrons spins out of control.
Zach Davis: The action is out of view, now. There’s no telling if the rookie Cha0s was able to effectively retaliate.
Freddy Whoa: Vulgar landed the first psychological (And perhaps, biological) blow of the match. It’s extremely hard to recover mentally after having ejaculate thrown into your face. I’d have to assume Cha0s just wants to get out of the match as quickly as he possibly can now to take an AIDS test.
Climbing back up to his feet, the cameraman aims his video recorder back at Cha0s, who’s wiping his eyes clean with his own WCF t-shirt now. Vulgar is nowhere to be seen.
Zach Davis: Holy shit, where did he go?
Cha0s throws his slimy shirt aside and spits furiously onto the pavement.
Cha0s: You bastard! Come back here and fight me like you actually have a set of balls!
Almost as if responding to the giant’s plea, the air suddenly drops about twenty degrees and the previously bright skies become overcast. A black, soul-piercing dread floods the stadium (And the senior community) seemingly from pure air, causing the blood of every single man, woman, and child in attendance to freeze dead in their veins.
Like a wicked soul haunting humanity from beyond the grave, Vulgar’s sepulchral voice emanates from out of nowhere.
Vulgar: The first strike has been delivered. I’m going to beat you back down to the bottom of the totem pole where you belong, kid.
Cha0s frantically looks around to find his adversary, but to no avail. Breathing heavily, he keeps his companion Demento close to his body, not wanting to be blindsided again.
Freddy Whoa: Cha0s trying to keep his guard up, not that it did him much good last time.
Zach Davis: He’s really going to have to- OH SHIT!!!
Like a cartoon character stepping out from behind a stick, Vulgar suddenly appears on the roof of a house that Cha0s has his back to. Silently leaping off the edge of the building, he glides through the air like a banshee towards his unsuspecting foe. Cha0s doesn’t even have time to react before his grey-haired adversary is on his back and sinking a set of file-sharpened teeth into his trapezius.
Cha0s: BABY FUCK!!!
The goliath wrestler wildly and ineptly attempts to strike Vulgar down with Demento, but only ends up falling to the ground. Sticking to his back, Vulgar quickly releases the grip he had on Cha0s’ shoulder and plants a knee on the nape of his neck to keep him pinned face-first into a mound of geese shit. Grabbing his opponent’s own weapon, he fiercely pulls in an effort to wrench it from Cha0s’ grip.
Cha0s: No! No! You’re not taking Demento!
With a devil’s strength, Cha0s refuses to let Vulgar extricate his one and only friend from his grasp. The grey-haired maniac, however, simply executes two Rorschach-style finger breaks on his opponent’s beefy hands and pulls the chair away from the novice grappler.
Vulgar: This is called paying your dues, kid.
Cha0s attempts to sit up, but Vulgar just SMASHES him full-bore in the face with the chair. The giant wrestler’s head rockets to the curb and bounces off like a rubber band ball being dropped off the top of a skyscraper.
Zach Davis: Whammer! That boy’s gonna have early onset dementia for sure!
Amazingly, Cha0s begins attempting to get to his feet, but Vulgar just strikes him back down again with a massive soccer kick to his forehead. His head hitting the pavement again, it’s already apparent that a leviathan of a hematoma is filling up above his left eye. Vulgar, pausing for a moment, examines his handiwork with an uncharacteristically pensive look in his eyes. He tilts his head to the side like a dog, as if considering what step to take next. This yield to the action only lasts a moment, however, before a smile of pure manic delight suddenly uncurls on Vulgar’s face as he drops the chair and pulls a set of medieval gauntlets out from his pants’ pockets. Cha0s audibly whimpers in anticipation of what’s to come.
Try as he might to scoot away, Vulgar leaps down on his stomach and UNLOADS five incomprehensibly powerful blows directly to the welt growing on his adversary’s face. The mammoth growth of blood splatters instantaneously like a volcano being struck in the mouth by a cruise missile. The audience collectively gasps at this horrid sight; those with weak constitutions actually vomit on the people sitting in front of them.
Freddy Whoa: WHEEL! There’s pandemonium in the stadium!
Zach Davis: PitFighting’s ungodly power can affect people in a completely different state! Jesus, help us all…
Cha0s frantically tries to get on his stomach and crawl away, but Vulgar just seizes him by a leg and batters his skull again with eight more soccer kicks. The giant grappler, unable to employ his strength while being overwhelmed on the floor, impotently tries to boot away his wild adversary… Only to be caught in a limb-shredding toehold!
Zach Davis: Uh oh! Cha0s got his ass hooked in a submission!
Freddy Whoa: Because this is a PitFight, however, surrender won’t necessarily yield a victory. Vulgar can pretty much just abuse him as long as he wants to.
Cha0s: Ngah! Ngah!
Cha0s’s entire body quakes as the tendons in his leg pop and crackle like an empty to-liter soda bottle being used to beat an old woman in the thigh.
Zach Davis: Chaos has given up!, and Vulgar is releasing him. He's leaving, looks like this one is over!
Freddy Whoa: What a match...
Henson, Gein, and Armand are standing in the middle of the ring. Gein has a hand tightly on Armand's shoulder who looks displeased to be there. Security guards surround the ring as it seems that Henson is mumbling to himself. Gein whispers something into his ear. The crowd is constant with boos until the Head of Talent Relation brings the mic to his lips.
K. L. Henson: Boos...Yes, boos. The idle act of defiance that gives others the misguided influence for active defiance, others like Andre Holmes.
The crowd cheers at the mention of one of the tag champions.
K. L. Henson: Yes great...It has become apparent to me that the thing that gives people like him the idea and energy to defy me is the pressure they get from you. I hear the boos, the chants, I see the jeering and the signs...In fact. Security, confiscate all the anti-House of Ophelia signs!
The security surrounding the ring move out and hop the barrier, going around the arena ripping signs out of fans hands. While doing so, the crowd increases their negative reaction.
K. L. Henson: Oh? You don't like that?...Security! Remove those holding the sign from the arena! All the security! Remove those fans!
More security guards appear and they start directing specific fans out of their seats and then out of the arena.
K. L. Henson: You want to make it worse?! Here is how things are! I am the authority! I don't answer to the fans! My concern is keeping this company shipshape! I do what I have to and I refuse to allow anything ANYTHING endanger my operations! Accept it! I am in control and so what I say goes!
Select security guards return to the outside of the ring.
K. L. Henson: And don't think I don't know what is going on here! First Parker then the bench and even Tina! Is there no lengths you won't go to stop me?! I'm not stupid! I am on to you all!...... …wait...
Henson walks to the edge of the ring, staring at one of the security guards turned away from him. He then starts pointing and yelling ecstatically.
K. L. Henson: Him! Him! He is with them! Get him out of here!
The security guard looks around wondering who Henson is talking about but is met with other security guards starting to usher him away from the ring and up the ramp. The camera gets close enough to read his lips as he pleads to one of the other guards “Jim! You know me! I was the best man at your wedding!”
As he is directed out of the arena, Henson walks around the ring tapping on his temple.
K. L. Henson: You can't fool Henson! I am as perceptive as they come! I will beat you at every turn! I am not losing my spot! I will be Head of Talent Relations! FOREVER!
Henson drops the mic, spreads his arms and laughs wildly as the remaining fan boo him violently before fading to black.
"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.
"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.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, reigning from St. Paul, Minnesota; "The Mad God" BENJAMIN ATREYU!
Benjamin climbs the ring steps before slipping between the top and middle rope. Without fan fare, he moves to his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
Gravedigger: Benjamin Atreyu was supposed to fight for the Tag Team Titles here tonight, but Seth is an idiot and decided not to book it. Atreyu doesn't seem very happy.
Atreyu storms Starr, Clotheslining him down. Starr gets back to his feet and eats another Clothesline from Atreyu. Starr gets up one more time and gets a Big Boot!
Freddy Whoa: BOOM!, took his head off.
Atreyu lifts Starr back to his feet, grappling him from behind, and executes a German Suplex.
Zach Davis: Lucky Starr lands on his feet!
Starr grapples Atreyu from behind, going for a German of his own!, but Atreyu elbows his way out of it. Starr snaps off a Superkick!, but Atreyu ducks that and finally hits the German he was going for originally!
Gravedigger: Atreyu going for the pin now.
No! Starr kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Lucious Starr hasn't had the kind of success so far in WCF he'd like, but he's certainly no slouch!
Atreyu stomps Starr a few times before lifting him up again. He hits a few elbow strikes, pushing Starr into the corner. Atreyu backs up and then runs at him....
Zach Davis: Starr gets the boot up!
Atreyu runs face first into the boot of Hades' Avenger! Starr positions himself on the top and then dives off.
Gravedigger: Atreyu catches him!.... Fallaway Slam!
Starr stumbles to his feet and Atreyu grabs him once more.
Freddy Whoa: A SERAPHIM'S CALL!
Atreyu confidently pins Starr.
Zach Davis: Like we said earlier, Lucky Starr is no slouch, but tonight Benjamin Atreyu was just too much for him.
Atreyu gets up and pounds his chest, playing to the fans as we go to commercial.
We fade into Hank Brown standing in the back.
Hank Brown: Hello WCF Galaxy! Here at this time, I would like to introduce my guest. Mr. John Gable!
John Gable walks into frame addressing Hank.
John Gable: Thank you Hank! You know, I wasn't actually supposed to be here at the 350th episode of Slam! I am a busy man and I had other things to do...but wouldn't you know it, something came up. I was just innocently roaming the internet in my free time when I notice a Mr. Dag being the bitch boy that he is and so I decided to remind him exactly who he is on this hierarchy. He thinks he can be this big bully but yet he refuses to take action. So, being the helpful individual that I am, I decide to remind him. Things escalate and soon he is challenging me to a parking lot brawl! And let it be noted that it was indeed HIS challenge. I had traveled all the way from Ohio and made it here in an over night drive and what do I see? He chickened out AGAIN! This man is infamous for picking a fight with me then shitting the bed and running away! So here I am with no one to fight! I am really tired of this shit head wasting my time! I am tired of it!
Gable changes his view to the camera, gesturing to the audience and the supposedly watching Dag.
John Gable: So I have made it my duty to wipe this scum off the roster! He thinks he can get away with insulting #Beachkrew? He thinks he can get away with trying to mark his territory in my yard?! He thinks he can challenge me then run away?! Nu-uh! I'm not going to let up until this son of a bitch fights me! So, I implore all who are watching. You may not like me but I am certain you like Dag less. You want to see us beat the shit out of each other at your entertainment? Then go to your twitters and tweet Hashtag Gable Vee Dag! Start petitions! Write to your congressmen! Do the ground work! Make the calls! Force this piece of shit to fight me once and for all! Don't let your champions be cowards! Teach them that if they are going to take the gold, then they are going to fight for it! I know I did! And Dag, if you are watching. Before you even make your snarky lame ass comment, I only have one thing to say: Fuck you, fight me!
Gable walks out of frame.
Hank Brown: You heard it here folks! Use Hashtag Gable Vee Dag and let us know your thoughts!
Zach Davis: Our next competition is certain to be a spectacle for the ages tonight, as Shadowlove takes on Andrew Marx. Relative newcomers to the Wrestling Championship Federation, both of these guys are natural-born showmen who will stop at nothing to win.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Entering the ring first, hailing from parts unknown; weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds... He is "The Handsome Halfbreed" -- SHADOWLOVE!!!
"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!
Freddy Whoa: He brings the noise, all right... but can he bring the funk?
Harpsichord by Labmatik instrumentals hits the speakers. Violins begin to rise slowly throughout the arena getting louder and louder, as the drums kick in Marx sticks his Umbrella out of the curtain and uses it to sweep the fabric aside, he walks to the centre of the stage and then places the umbrella beside him, he kicks it and spins it between his fingers before catching it laid across his shoulders, he walks to the ring with his arms draped up over it
Kyle Steel: NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! Hailing from Camden Market London Town UK! Weighing in at 200 Pounds, he is the devil on your shoulder! ANDREW MARX!
He gets to the bottom of the ramp and brings the umbrella back down slamming the point into the ground next to him and surveying the crowd before winking to the camera and crawling slowly under the bottom rope into the ring and back to his feet all in what seems like one motion, he ascends the top rope and and makes the same pose he did on the floor while standing perfectly on the top turn buckle and the point of the umbrella resting on the ring post he yet again surveys the crowd and then flips backwards down onto his feet finds a corner and prepares for battle
Gravedigger: And referee Spanky O'Shaughnessey checking the wrestlers for foreign objects. It looks like he's found something on Shadowlove. He's... oh, come on, really?
With a flourish, the referee appears to pull something from Shadowlove's tights -- a bouquet of garish silk flowers! He takes a bow, and the audience applauds in confusion. Tossing the flowers aside, he scolds Shadowlove about following the rules. The Handsome Halfbreed gives the official a condescending smile and hastily agrees. Marx looks on, annoyed at the ref's antics.
Zach Davis: O'Shaughnessey calls for the bell, and the match is finally underway! Right off the bat, Andrew Marx calls for a test of strength; Shadowlove obliges -- but as he makes contact, Marx pulls back, and slaps him across the face!
Andrew Marx turns to the audience, arms spread wide, with a cocky smirk on his face. Marx then shifts his attention back to an indignant Shadowlove. He grabs Shadow's hair and delivers a hard right to his face, before the referee intervenes. Marx is all attitude as he takes a step back. Swiftly, he nudges O'Shaughnessey out of the way and wraps Shadowlove in a sleeper hold...then lifts him up and nails him with a suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Sleeper hold suplex from Andrew Marx, looking to wear his opponent down. Shadow has a slight size advantage in this one, but that doesn't seem to mean anything to Marx tonight. Here's an early pin!
ONE . . .
But Shadowlove kicks out with authority. He springs to his feet like a gymnast, and he's after Marx in an instant, staggering him with a series of quick punches that end with a European uppercut. Marx slumps against the ropes, dazed. Shadow looks to follow up with an elbow smash -- but Andrew Marx ducks it and returns an elbow of his own... and connects with air! Shadowlove grabs Marx by the arm and pulls him off the ropes. Marx grips on with his free hand and refuses to budge.
Shadowlove tries again -- same result. Smirking, he starts to pull on Marx a third time, then stops and rams into him instead, crashing a forearm against Marx's throat. The momentum spills both men to the outside! The crowd goes crazy!
Marx pops up first and goes right for Shadowlove, grabbing him by the head as he helps him to his feet. And then he runs Shadow headfirst into the crowd barrier! He beats on his chest and thrusts his arms into the air, yelling something at the audience.
Gravedigger: This guy's got style, he's got charisma, he's got almost everything, and -- OH! DAMN! Shadowlove just clobbered Marx from behind while he was showing off! Now he's laying boots to Andrew Marx!
Shadow backs off after a few shots, taunting the downed Andrew Marx. Now it's his turn to pull Marx up, by the hair, and quickly checks on the official. Spanky O'Shaughnessey is standing in the ring, blowing bubbles from a bottle of soapy solution, pretending not to notice the competitors brawling on the floor. With a shrug, Shadowlove locks in a facelock, picks Marx up, and drops him to the mats with a suplex. At this point, the referee seems to suddenly recall he has a job to do; he drops the bubbles and starts yelling at the combatants to get back in the ring. When Shadow ignores him, he starts counting.
Spanky O'Shaughnessey: ONE.... TWO.... Buckle my shoe.
Marx is hauled to his feet again, but this time, he fights back, shoving Shadow's back against the edge of the ring. He drops to his knees.
Spanky O'Shaughnessey: THREE.... FOUR.... Shut the door.
Shadowlove climbs back to a vertical base, murder in his gaze as he stalks toward Marx. Marx beckons him on, grinning in a malevolent way. Just as Shadow reaches him, Andrew Marx leaps up onto the ring apron and slips through the ropes.
Spanky O'Shaughnessey: FIVE -- Oh.
Shadow gets back in the ring, and rushes Marx with a running clothesline. Marx sidesteps neatly, and Shadowlove manages to halt his momentum without crashing into the turnbuckle. When he turns to look for Andrew Marx, however, he's met with a big boot to the face! As he slumps in the corner, Marx backs up and measures him for a splash!
Zach Davis: Things aren't looking good for the Handsome Halfbreed! Marx has him in the corner and at his mercy! But here comes Miss Miyamoto!
Ms. Miyamoto hops onto the apron, her sinuous body catching the eyes of every man in the vicinity -- including in the ring. Marx is rendered momentarily helpless in the presence of such overawing beauty, as is the official. At least until she tries to actually get into the ring. O'Shaughnessey shakes off the spell and absolutely forbids it, eventually threatening to expel her from ringside if she doesn't get down.
Meanwhile, a recovering Shadowlove is out of the corner and after Marx again. A kick to the back of the leg drops Andrew Marx to a knee. Shadow backs up a few steps, then rushes at him and connects with an enzuigiri.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That enzuigiri almost took Marx's head clear off his shoulders!
With his opponent exactly where he wants him, Shadowlove hauls Andrew Marx up one more time and nails an armwhip clothesline. Sensing what's about to happen, the electrified crowd starts up a chant:
Crowd: DDT! DDT! DDT!
An exaggerated, cocky smile spreads slowly across his face. His eye falls on the lovely Ms. Miyamoto, back on the ring apron again. He points at his opponent as he looks to her, then draws a thumb across his throat, pantomiming an execution. Her smile is like a benedition, and without hesitation, he plants Andrew Marx's head firmly into the canvas.
Zach Davis: THE DARK GIFT! There is no coming back from that!
Shadowlove drops down and hooks the leg.
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THREE ! ! !
Freddy Whoa: He's done it! Shadowlove defeats Andrew Marx!
"Behind Blue Eyes" hits the speakers as Shadowlove and Ms. Miyamoto celebrate in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Coming up, we have what is certain to be a classic confrontation. Caleb Ronan and Wayne Hammon have an opportunity to take a giant leap here in WCF with victory tonight. That victory will land them a championship opportunity of their choosing, with the exception of the world title.
Gravedigger: Classic my ass!
Zach Davis: And I'll be hard pressed to even begin to try and predict this one. Your guess is as good as mine!
Gravedigger: This is undeserved by either of them!
Zach Davis: I literally have goosebumps right now! I can't wait!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall....
Crowd begins to stir with excitement.
"Tommorrow's World" by Ugly Kid Joe plays through the intro and 'Freezer Burn' Wayne Hammon appears from the backstage area. He stands there, soaking in the audience reaction and returns a sadistic sneer. He walks down the rampway, an occasional brush of his hand to a nnearby fan, before using the steps to enter the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds....he is "FREEZER BURN" WAYNE HAMMON!
He raises both arms in pre-match triumph, a brilliant blue and red spray of pyrotechnics exploding from the four cornerposts. He rushes under the bottom rope, out to the ringside area, mock backhanding a fan and mouthing off to the audience for a few seconds before giving the sudience a double birdie. The pyros die down, as he gives another random obsene gesture, slips back under the bottom rope and into the ring.
He goes to a second turnbuckle, does a crotch grab toward the audience, and gives them another double birdie and sadistic sneer as the music fades away.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....
"Some Nights" by Fun. begins to play over the loudspeakers as Caleb Ronan walks out from the back rather blindly, not even paying attention. His eyes are fixated on his smart phone and he eagerly texts away at something that seemed more important to him than his own wrestling entrance!
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Centerreach, New York and weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, he is CALEB RONAN!
Caleb stops a few times along his way to the ring to take a few selfies with some of the crowd behind him and then he goes back to texting. Most likely uploading the new pictures to social media.
Zach Davis: And here we go! This is gonna be a hell of a fight!
Freddy Whoa: Both men have been waiting all week. I don't think they'd like to wait any longer.
Gravedigger: This is a travesty, they haven't earned anything!
Referee calls for the bell and the two circle each other. Ronan uses his speed to use a running baseball slide right under Hammon's legs, he stops, and yanks Wayne off his feet by his ankles. He smacks the canvas face first. Hammon slowly back to his feet and he looks a bit annoyed. He turns into a standing dropkick which takes him right back down. Back to his feet again and taken over by a snap armdrag takedown.
Freddy Whoa: And the much smaller Caleb Ronan using his speed to his advantage.
Zach Davis: He's going to have to. Freezer Burn will be relying on power and high impact. If he gets hold of Caleb and grounds him it could well be over.
Hammon back to his feet again and Ronan dashes at him, hopping up for a tornado DDT, but he's caught and Hammon turns it into a sit-down powerbomb, staying with him for the pinfall attempt. Referee in position.
Caleb gets a shoulder up. Hammon wastes no time and grabs a hold of him and pulls him to his feet, now NAILING him with the Blasphemer! Looking to end it quickly as he sends Ronan down HARD with the tilt a whirl reverse DDT. Ronan is out of it as his hits the canvas hard. But he manages to roll near the ropes, still dazed.
Freddy Whoa: Great sense of ring presence by Ronan, rolling himself near the ropes to avoid being pinned.
Zach Davis: That is verteran like ring presence. However, Hammon turned the tide early with that high impact manuever and Caleb is in trouble now!
Gravedigger: Ring presence? Veteran? What a joke, the kid got lucky he happened to drop that way. He wouldn't know a wristlock from a wrist watch. The kid doesn't belong here!
Hammon drops an elbow down on Ronan, followed by another one. He hauls Ronan to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Ronan comes back, Hammon ducks down and Ronan over, for a sunset flip, he pulls Wayne down and ref with the count.
Wayne kicks out after a two count. The two get back to their feet quickly and Hammon sends Ronan down with a clothesline. He aggressively pulls Caleb to his feet, but Ronan battles back, sending lefts and rights at Wayne, backing him off. He attempts an irish whip to the turnbuckle but it's reversed and Wayne sends Ronan into the turnbuckle instead. He hops up and leaps off for a diving cross body. Wayne side steps it and Ronan meets nothing but canvas.
Zach Davis: And a high risk attempt but it doesn't pay off!
Wayne pulls a dazed Ronan to his feet again, But Ronan catches him unexpectedly with an inside cradle. The referee gets into position again.
Freddy Whoa: Close call for Wayne there as he was taken off guard!
Zach Davis: Wayne should have ended it before when he had the chance.
Both men get back to their feet once more and Ronan catches Wayne with a back elbow. Hammon stumbles back and Ronan follows up with a running bulldog. The crowd is getting firmly behind both men as they are eating up the action. Ronan measures Wayne. The crowd goes wild! Wayne slowly gets back to his feet and right into the waiting Ronan who NAILS a picture perfect Savate Kick that further dazes Wayne. Ronan taking a few steps back and he rushes in at his foe for a crooked arm lariat But Wayne manages to shift his balance and he catches Ronan who was in mid air for the jumping lariat! He takes Ronan up and over his shoulders into a death valley driver position!
Freddy Whoa: He's got Ronan in trouble! ABSOLUTE ZERO!
Zach Davis: Ronan looked to have things shifted in his favor, but Wayne seems to have turned the tables at the last moment!
However, before Wayne can complete the drop, Ronan swings his body around and DROPS Wayne with a tornado DDT that stuns Hammon. Wayne is clearly dazed as he tries to get back to his feet, staggering a bit. He had been taken off guard by the much faster Ronan once again. And now, Ronan has Wayne in his sights once again. He moves in and sends Hammon back down with a head scissors that floors Wayne. Caleb quickly hops up onto the turnbuckle with his back to Hammon and ... LITERALLY AMAZING! He drops down HARD onto the CANVAS as Hammon had rolled out of the way. Ronan staggers up to his feet stumbling from the impact. Now Hammon grabs hold of him and hauls him up again... ABSOLUTE ZERO!!!!
Zach Davis: This time he nailed it!
Referee iinto position as Hammon makes for the cover.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner...."FREEZER BURN" WAYNE HAMMON!
Freddy Whoa: What a match! Two great competitors battled it out for an opportunity at greaness. In the end, Wayne Hammon pulls out what could be considered an upset victory over an equally impressive Caleb Ronan. Now Hammon has a championship match in his future.
Zach Davis: Indeed, what an impressive night for Hammon. However, I would not ever count out Caleb Ronan. I am sure that he will find himself back in tip top shape and find himself in contention just as well.
Gravedigger: Whatever, this was a huge waste of time. Neither of them deserved it, and this Hammon kid is only going to squander his shot with FAILURE!
Zach Davis: Welcome back to this monumental edition of Slam. This is Slam 350!
Freddy Whoa: That's right, Zach, and up next we have a match for the WCF Television Title.
Gravedigger: Both of these wrestlers have gathered momentum and are riding win streaks. Unfortunately for one of them, their streak is about to come to an end.
"Turn Down for Dum Dee Dum" Starts playing. Phoenix runs out onto the stage when the beat drops.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Television Championship!
He stretches his arms out as he looks at the crowd before running down the ramp with his arms stretched out and flames following him on each side until he reaches the end of the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at 205lbs, CJ Phoenix!
Gravedigger: Did Seth really give this guy a THIRD shot at the same title? Dammit man, give up already!
Zach Davis: Technically, his first match was a No Contest because it never officially started. Plus, the guy's been improving quite a bit since that match.
Gravedigger: Yeah yeah whatever. He's gotten a lot better, I'll give him that, but that doesn't mean he'll win tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Well. We're about to find out if he can get the monkey of his back tonight.
He slides into the ring and runs up one of the turnbuckles. He then does a cross sign with his hands before pointing upward and hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring.
The lights go out in the arena, as "A Bolt From The Blue" hits the PA, the lights sync themselves with the intro.
"AHH AHH. AHH AHH."
The beat drops as blue strobe lights spaz out across the arena. Tiffany White finally comes out from the back, blowing kisses to any attractive ladies she sees in the crowd. A guy in the front row catcalls her, which she responds with a swift middle finger.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 145lbs, she is the WCF Television Champion, Tiffany White!
Zach Davis: This is White's first title defense since winning the TV title at Explosion.
Gravedigger: And it'll be her last if she takes her opponent lightly. I mean CJ's no Gravedigger, but he's proven that he isn't a pushover either. Considering the high flying nature of these two, this matchup looks like it'll take to the skies quite often!
Freddy Whoa: White comes into this match as the favorite to defend the title.
Gravedigger: As she should, so she better not screw this up or she owes me two grand.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. You bet on this match?
Gravedigger: Shut up, Freddy. We all have our hustles.
She rushes into the ring, bouncing around in theme with the music, and as the song fades out she gets ready for the match.
DING! DING! DING!
The match begins as the two circle the ring. They lock up and Phoenix gets the early advantage and runs White into the corner. The ref begins counting as Phoenix lets go at 3 and returns to the middle of the ring. White explodes out of the corner and tries to hit Phoenix, but he ducks around her and goes for a German Suplex. However, White lands on her feet and hits Phoenix with a Flying Clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a move by White!
Zach Davis: And she follows it up with a Hip Toss. Make that two Hip Tosses. And a third for good measure! CJ's reeling and he's getting up by the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: That's not where he wants to be right now.
Gravedigger: White's about to carve him up like a turkey!
Tiffany grabs CJ and executes a monkey flip, but Phoenix manages to land on his feet. He follows this up by catching White off guard with a Flying Forearm.
Zach Davis: Looks like turnabout's fair play I guess.
Freddy Whoa: Right you are, Zach.
Both competitors are quickly on their feet once more. They lock up again, spending a few moments countering each other's moves. The match appears deadlocked until Phoenix goes for a Spinning Wheel Kick. White dodges and nails him with a Spinning Knee. She goes for the first pin.
Zach Davis: Early pin attempt from White only gets a one this time. Now she's got him in a headlock. Can she put him to sleep?
Phoenix moves around, trying to get to his feet as White continues to put more pressure on him. He makes his way to a knee. Then, he manages to stand up and back her into the turnbuckle, forcing her to break the hold. While Phoenix shakes off the wooziness, White uses her in-ring awareness to hop over the apron and hit Phoenix with a Springboard Bulldog. She rolls him over and covers him.
Zach Davis: You can see a little frustration there in White's face after the kick out.
Gravedigger: She can almost taste the win right now. She's thinking just a little more and she's got this. Momentum definitely favoring her right now.
Tiffany can be heard yelling "Come on! Get Up!" as she slaps Phoenix in the face while he's getting up. She does this a second time once he rises to a knee. She goes for it again, but he ducks under her hand and grabs her leg as he's getting up. He then puts her in suplex position and launches her over the top rope and onto the ground outside of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Exploder Suplex over the top rope! What a move by Phoenix to buy himself some time!
Crowd: HO-LEE FUCK! HO-LEE FUCK! HO-LEE FUCK!
Gravedigger: Oh no. Why the hell is he looking at the turnbuckle? What the hell is he thinking?
Phoenix hops up to the top of the turnbuckle. He takes a deep breath before standing up and leaping off the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: He's going for the Phoenix Splash! WHOA! He missed! White rolled out of the way at the last possible second!
Crowd: DAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!!! WCF! WCF! WCF!
Both competitors are nearly motionless as the ref begins to count. At four, White begins to show signs of standing up. At six, Phoenix has sat up and is attempting to stand. The ref's count continues.
Both White and Phoenix enter the ring at the same time. They each take a few seconds to get to their feet. Almost instinctively, and maybe even involuntarily, White charges at Phoenix and connects with a Flying Clothesline.
Gravedigger: That might do it. She's going for the pin!
Zach Davis: So close to three! White pleading her case to the ref, but he's telling her that it was only a two count.
White yells "Fuck you Phoenix!" to which Phoenix responds "No thanks!". This only infuriates White more. She stomps on his chest a few times before looking at the turnbuckle. She climbs up, facing away from Phoenix but looking back at him.
Crowd: Queen of Diamonds! CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. Queen of Diamonds! CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP.
Zach Davis: I think she's gonna try to draw the Queen of Diamonds here, guys. She's measuring the distance she'll have to flip to hit Phoenix. She seems satisfied with her measurements. And here she goes! Queen of Di-ohhhh shit!!! Phoenix caught her on the way down with a Powerslam!
Gravedigger: Damn! I didn't even think that was possible. They definitely pulling out all the stops in this match. Phoenix going for the cover and he might have it!
Zach Davis! White's still in it! What a match! And now you can see the frustration getting to Phoenix! He's running his hands through his short hair, trying to figure out what else he has to do to take home the TV Title.
Phoenix sits up for a moment before standing up. He runs to the ropes and backflips off of them, connecting with the Lionsault into a pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Unbelievable! White kicks out again!
Zach Davis: It looks like he's going to try it one more time. Can he hit it twice? No! Tiffany picked her knees up! Phoenix holding his stomach as White struggles to get up!
Using the ropes for leverage, Tiffany finally manages to get to a vertical base. She notices that Phoenix is laying down on the other side of the ring. She runs at him.
Gravedigger: White's running. Looks like she's going for it. Yes! On The Button! White's gonna retain! Pin him!
Zach Davis: Somehow, someway, Phoenix managed to get the shoulder up in the nick of time!
White pulls Phoenix to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes. She attempts a clothesline when he comes back, but he ducks and runs into the ropes on the other side. From there, he catches White with a Spear!
Crowd: Speeeeaaarrrfest! Speeeaaaarrrfest! Speeeaaarrrfest!
Gravedigger: Phoenix with a Spear and he nearly folded White in half! Will it be enough?
Zach Davis: These two are running on fumes now! This match could end at any moment!
Phoenix picks White up and attempts a suplex, but she counters with a Hip Toss that brings her down as well as the fatigue has set in for both competitors. White crawls to the turnbuckle and begins ascending it. Meanwhile, Phoenix slowly begins to stand up. When Phoenix is finally on his feet, White has reached the top of the turnbuckle and leaps off of it.
Zach Davis: She's going for the Bad Beat! And she connects! She connects with the Bad Beat!
White struggles to move, but barely manages to drape her arm across CJ's chest.
DING! DING! DING!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and STILL the WCF Television Champion, Tiffany White!
Zach Davis: The Champ retains! What an amazing match! These two threw everything they had at each other! This match went back and forth pretty much the whole way!
Freddy Whoa: This match had me on the edge of my seat, and I know both of those wrestlers will feel the effects of this match in the morning! I was into it. You guys were into it. The WCF Galaxy was into it, and that's what it's all about!
Gravedigger: Both of them went in with something to prove. The both looked very impressive. If nothing else, you definitely can't say those two can't put on a great match! Hell of a war between them, but on this night, lady luck was on the Champ's side.
After seconds that must've felt like minutes, both White and Phoenix are finally back on their feet. The crowd cheers as the two exchange a handshake.
Zach Davis: And in true poker-like fashion, you can see the new found respect between the two. Once again, great match! The 350th episode of Slam rolls on after this!
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Benjamin Atreyu is standing impatiently outside of KL Henson's office.
K. L. Henson: Come in.
Benjamin pushes the door open and enters the room in a angry huff. The camera follows in behind him, revealing both KL Henson and Gein Spector to be in the office.
Benjamin Atreyu: The hell was that all about?!
KL Henson looks up from his desk.
K. L. Henson: Hmm?
Benjamin Atreyu: Don't 'hmm' me, that whole ordeal with throwing out fans. Are you kidding me? How does that have anything to do with Talent Relations?
Gein leans in and whispers something into Henson's ear, as he moves back, Henson nods, mumbles something to himself and looks back at Benjamin Atreyu.
K. L. Henson: That was control, Mister Atreyu, and we were displaying ours. No longer will be people take us as a joke. Once we display what we are able to do, people will begin to listen, and when they begin to listen, they can begin to understand.
Benjamin Atreyu: Well, I listened to the whole thing, but not a single bit of it made any damn sense to me. That isn't control, Henson, thats just a good way to get us all canned.
Gein leans forward and again whispers into KL Henson's ear. KL mumbled more to himself as Gein moved away before look down at the desk.
K. L. Henson: If you don't understand the bigger picture, than its unfortunate for you, but we know what we're doing.
Benjamin Atreyu: Bullshit! We talked about this when you guys asked me to join. I'm not going to be walked around like one of your goons. I'm part of the team.
Henson slams his fist down on his desk, silencing Benjamin immediately.
K. L. Henson: MISTER ATREYU! If you have a problem with how I conduct business, that is one thing, but trying to interfere with our plan is another thing entirely.
Benjamin Atreyu: I wasn't interfering with anyth-
K. L. Henson: That's it! I warned you! For your insolence, I'm booking you next week, in a gauntlet match! If you think you are so worth consideration, prove it! You will be facing every goddamn wrestler from our "Jobs needed" list!
Benjamin Atreyu: This is ridiculous.
K. L. Henson: Maybe so, but regardless, it is happening. Now go.
Benjamin Atreyu: Wait, I was-
K. L. Henson: NOW GO!
Benjamin sneers as he turns away to walk out of the office, the camera lingering on KL Henson and Gein Spector as the screen fades to black.
The lights go out in the arena Vengeance appears on the titantron in red and black letters as pyros go off on the stage then red and white strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp aand red lights fill the arena the Vengeful one by disturbed starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance stands there looking at the camera the arena lights slowly turn on.
Kyle Steel: Introducing ....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(his opponent) before climbing up and sliding into the ring. He takes up a position in his corner and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up.
Aenima by Tool. Titantron plays training clips mixed with images representing his anti-liberal values. He casually walks out, cracks his neck, smirks, and walks to the ring with his arms out taunting the audience. He usually jumps in the ring and grabs a microphone with something incredibly offensive to say to individual audience members.
The arena is blanketed in darkness as "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains hits the PA system. Lightning crashes into the stage as an American Flag takes over the titantron. Almost instantly, lightning comes crashing into the stage and a red fog fills the arena as Mikey eXtreme, decked out in a King's robe, steps out onto the stage carrying a kendo stick with an American Flag on the end. The United States championship sits around his waist. There is a mixed reaction as the crowd wants to boo, but the American Flag wins over some members of the audience. Mikey makes his way down to the ring as Freakshow and Vidalia trail behind. Mikey rolls into the ring as Vidalia grabs the kendo stick flag and heads to his corner. Freakshow begins to circle the ring, staring at Mikey's opponents.
Gravedigger: We've got a foreign affair here as the United States Champion teams with the International Champion!
Zach Davis: Cormack and Dag have developed quite a feud here, as well as Mikey and Vengeance. This should be a good one-
As the bell sounds Dag is immediately on Vengeance, and Mikey attacks Cormack.
Freddy Whoa: Not the pairing we expected - I think Mikey and Dag chose their opponents specifically to confuse the other team.
Mikey Clotheslines Cormack, sending both flying to the outside, making Dag and Vengeance the legal men. Dag has Vengeance down and he's stomping at him viciously.
Gravedigger: Some would say Vengeance's reign as United States Champion was cut short, but he's being beaten up by the International Champion, which is something no Champion of America should let happen in my opinion.
Vengeance summons the strength to get back to hsi feet, however, and soon blocks a strike by Dag. Vengeance hits Dag with a series of Knife Edge Chops, sending him reeling. Vengeance presses him into the ropes and then throws him across the ring. As he comes back Vengeance Spears him down and goes for the pin!
No!, Dag gets the shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Vengeance almost stole the victory before the match really got going!
Vengeance picks Dag up and whips him into the corner. Dag hits it and stumbles out, holding his back in pain; Vengeance picks him up and drops him with a Sidewalk Slam, and goes for another pin!
No!, Dag kicks out again.
Gravedigger: Vengeance must have heard me say he was letting America down because he's really taking it to the International Champion now.
Vengeance lifts Dag up and grabs him by the throat. Dag sure doesn't want to get Chokeslammed so he quickly kicks Vengeance in the gut, escaping his grip. The Neo Nordicist kicks him in the gut and hooks him for a Fisherman Suplex.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance breaks free!
Vengeance is too strong for Riddik! Dag runs at Vengeance after the grapple is broken but Vengeance gets him by the throat.. CHOKESLAM!
Zach Davis: Tag to Cormack MacNeill!
Dag rolls away and tags in Mikey eXtreme.
Mikey enters the match and goes toe to toe with Cormack.
Gravedigger: The fans really wanted to see Cormack and Dag go at it again.
The two men go to tie up but Mikey rakes Cormack's eyes instead. Mikey hits him with a hard forearm to the face before throwing him across the ring. As Cormack comes back, Mikey hits a Dropkick. Cormack goes down but gets right back up; Mikey runs at him and hits a Shining Wizard!
Zach Davis: Beautiful kick! Here's the pin!
No!, Cormack kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Lots of nearfalls in this one!
As Cormack gets up Mikey runs at him and Clotheslines him over the top rope. Mikey then backs up and charges....
Gravedigger: SUICIDE DIVE!
Cormack MacNeill sidesteps Mikey! Mikey crashes into the guardrail and Cormack quickly lifts him up and rolls him back into the ring. Mikey works his way up and Cormack runs at him, executing a Running Knee Lift. He then tags in Vengeance.
Zach Davis: VENGEANCE AND MIKEY, YET AGAIN! Here we go!
Mikey is up and charges Vengeance, who catches him and hits a Belly to Belly! Dag enters the match and runs at Vengeance, Vengeance catches him too and hits another Belly to Belly, sending Dag flying out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: Dag attempted a sneak attack and it cost him!
Vengeance lifts Mikey up and goes for a Vertical Suplex.
Gravedigger: He's going to drop him into a Brainbuster!
Mikey knees his way out of it, landing behind Vengeance. Mikey rolls Vengeance up from behind.
Zach Davis: MIKEY'S FEET ARE ON THE ROPES!
NO!, Vengeance kicks out, despite the added pressure from Mikey's cheating! Mikey begins arguing with the ref.
Freddy Whoa: Some United States Champion, arguing like a baby when he doesn't get his way.
Gravedigger: I know you're being sarcastic, but...
Mikey turns back to Vengeance.... BOOM! BIG BOOT!
Zach Davis: VICIOUS boot from Vengeance!
The crowd roars as Mikey stumbles up and Vengeance hooks him....
Freddy Whoa: LIGHTS OUT! VENGEANCE HITS IT!
The crowd is on their feet as Vengeance stalks Mikey, waiting for him to get up. Once he's halfway there Vengeance pulls him in.
Gravedigger: LAST RITES!
Vengeance goes for the pin!
BROKEN UP BY DAG!
Zach Davis: Dag Riddik saves it for his team!
Dag hits a kick Roundhouse Kick, which doesn't take Vengeance down; he switches and applies a Half Nelson before hitting a Half Nelson Suplex! Dag leaves the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Dag Riddik is on the apron now, he and Cormack are both waiting for tags...
Mikey tags Dag! Dag enters and stops Vengeance from making the tag to Cormack; the crowd boos.
Gravedigger: Once again, the WCF Galaxy wanted to see these two go at it.
Dag Riddik hits Vengeance with as stiff forearm before hitting an equally stiff kick to the gut and follows up with a Snap Suplex. Vengeance starts getting up and Dag hits a Chop Block, cutting him off. He's stunned.. Dag Runs..
Zach Davis: BORDER HOPPER!
Dag goes in for the kill, but as he nears Vengeance, Vengeance is able to hit a Jawbreaker!
Freddy Whoa: Both men on the mat now, both men going for tags....
Both Vengeance and Dag make tags!, bringing in Mikey eXtreme and Cormack! They meet in the middle of the ring and begin brawling. Cormack MacNeill gets the advantage.
Gravedigger: Cormack's size coming into play here.
Cormack looks to end things by irish whipping Mikey and transitioning into a Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: STONE OF KINGS!
No, he telegraphs it; Mikey kicks him in the chest. Mikey then hits a Superkick!
Freddy Whoa: X MARKS THE SPOT!
He grabs Cormack and lifts him the best he can...
Gravedigger: eXplosion! THIS IS IT!
Mikey knows he didn't get Cormack up enough to end it; he climbs to the top...
Zach Davis: eXit Strategy! INTO THE PIN!
Freddy Whoa: It took three huge moves but there it is! Mikey eXtreme and Dag Riddik pick up the win!
The bell sounds as Mikey gets to his feet and is handed the United States Title. Dag takes his Title as well and backpeddles up the ramp, staring at Cormack.
Gravedigger: The fans REALLY wanted to see Dag Riddik and Cormack MacNeill go at it again tonight, but they didn't get it.
Zach Davis: They may just have to wait until Aftermath!
Thick, white fog roils across the stage as blue and white lights flash in a random sequence. The opening chords of Erock's heavy metal version of the Doctor Who theme ring out through the arena. A steady drumbeat brings the chaotic strobes into alignment, and a series of images plays on the giant screen above the stage; images of Bonnie's triumphant moments, standing tall over a downed opponent; a quick montage of breathtaking aerial maneuvers, interspersed with scenes of playful interaction with her Rebelution teammates. While the video package rolls, Bonnie strides with purpose down the ramp, fiery determination written across her face, even as the fans reach out to her. Taking the mic proffered by an attendant, Bonnie climbs into the ring, waiting for the crowd to settle down.
Bonnie Blue: Evenin', Philly! How y'all doin' tonight?
An almighty roar nearly shakes the roof off the Wells Fargo Arena.
Bonnie Blue: Yeah! Hell, yeah... I'm excited, too. Later on tonight, y'all are gonna see my friend Grayson become the number one contender for the WCF World Championship -- Viva La Rebellution!
Enraptured, the crowd takes up the battle cry immediately.
Crowd: VIVA LA REBELLUTION!
The Daughter of Time can't help but smile.
Bonnie Blue: Y'all damn right! And before that, y'all gonna watch me an' Andre put paid to K.L. Henson's account one more time, you're gonna see us hand Scathe his ass yet again. Two men -- well, individuals; dunno that I'd call 'em "men" -- two individuals who have taken it upon themselves repeatedly to harass me an' mine. Well, enough's enough, as they say, an' too much is nasty. So two weeks back, at Explosion, we showed the world what happens when y'all step to Rebellution. Now that... that was just the beginnin'....
Bonnie's smile fades, replaced by a look of unadulterated fury.
Bonnie Blue: There was an example needed to be made, 'cause of what happened even before that. Roll the footage...
The screen flickers to life with a series of scenes from the March 6th edition of Slam: #BeachKrew's savage assault on DeMarcus Jordan; Johnny Rabid, confronting Bonnie Blue, and the vicious brutality that followed, until...
Bonnie Blue: That's enough!
...and the footage ceases; the gigantic screen dormant once again. Bonnie begins to pace back and forth across the ring, clearly agitated.
Bonnie Blue: If that had been anythin' but a blatant attempt to put me six feet under, I'd call it cheap. Underhanded. Dirty. If that....serpent were human, like you an' me, that's all it woulda been. I know your game, Johnny Rabid -- an' I ain't gonna play it. We gonna do this on my terms, 'cause I'm holdin' all the aces. Now, Johnny... you're gonna get your ass out here -- like you got a pair of balls -- so I can challenge you face to face!
Freddie Whoa: Whoa! Bonnie Blue is calling out Johnny Rabid!
Zach Davis: This is going to get very interesting…
Lowering the microphone, Bonnie looks expectantly toward the stage. She waits... and waits... Nothing happens.
Zach Davis: Johnny Rabid isn’t going to answer her call?
Gravedigger: Of course not… he has way more important things to deal with tonight. He isn’t going to waste his time and energy on her.
Annoyed, Bonnie raises the mic to her lips again.
Bonnie Blue: No? Not even if I sweeten the deal? You and me, one on one... I'll let ya name the time, the place, even the stipulation. All ya gotta do is come to this ring an' accept. Y'know, unless you're a coward...
Her gaze directed once more toward the stage, Bonnie leans against the ring ropes, anticipating a response...
Gravedigger: Bonnie does not know what she's doing calling Rabid out like this…
Zach Davis: Nonsense, I believe she knows exactly what she's doing. Johnny Rabid has been a thorn in her side for quite some time now, and Bonnie Blue is not one to back down from a fight.
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Johnny Rabid is on his way out here…
Bonnie begins anxiously pacing back and forth in the ring awaiting Johnnys arrival… but after several moments the music stops playing and the crowd boo quite loudly.
Gravedigger: Haha, I guess not! I guess… wait… who is that?!
Zach Davis: It’s Katherine Phoenix!!! Bonnie… turn around!
Whilst Bonnie was distracted, Katherine ran through the crowd and jumped over the barricade, sliding into the ring. Katherine immediately steps over towards Bonnie who’s still unaware of Katherines presence…
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie…
Katherine pulls Bonnie around and the blonde immediately realizes who it is and goes to throw a hard right hand directly into Katherines face… but Katherine blocks the punch and throws Bonnies arm down, wrapping her own arms around Bonnies and pulling her in close.
Zach Davis: What is she… oh whoa!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!!! Katherine Phoenix is kissing Bonnie Blue!!!
Gravedigger: Urghhhhhhh this is hot!
In the ring Katherine pushes her lips hard against Bonnies, kissing her quite passionately. Katherine wraps her around around the blonde even tighter and grabs her ass a bit as she does so.
Gravedigger: This is… uhhhhhhh… just… I---- I cant believe it, Bonnie actually looks like shes enjoying this…
Freddy Whoa: That or she’s just in shock…
Gravedigger: Don’t try and ruin my dreams, Freddy!
Finally after several moments Katherine pulls away from Bonnie and immediately jumps out of the ring, walking backwards up the entrance ramp. Katherine blows a few more kisses at Bonnie before turning around and walking quickly up the ramp to the backstage area.
Zach Davis: I can’t believe what I just witnessed.
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie is still in shock… I’ve never seen her look so lost for words or actions.
Gravedigger: I’m telling you guys, she enjoyed it. Lets see more of that please! That was HOT!!!
Zach Davis: Right, errrrrr… we’ll be right back after these commercials.
Bonnie continues to look quite shocked in the ring as the scene fades.
Trouble on my Mind hits the PA and is met with heavy booing from the crowd. They make their way down the ramp, smack talking fans and slapping away the few high five attempts in the front row. Beaver and Aquarius do a quick fist bump before sliding into the ring and warming up a bit. They each climb on a turnbuckle raising a fist up as they wait for their opponents.
Gravedigger: You all know what time it is!
Zach Davis: Uhh… what time is it, Digger?
Gravedigger: Are you kidding me, Zach? It’s #BlackBeaver time, and you better beavlieve it.
Zach Davis: I… I…
Gravedigger: Exactly, you’re awe struck. Just like The Pride are going to be after this match.
Freddy Whoa: I wouldn’t be so sure about that…
The One Punch Man Genos Fight Theme starts to blare throughout the arena, the crowd immediately pick up and begin cheering loudly as the two Pride members appear at the top of the ramp. They run down the entrance ramp and tag the outstretched hands of the fans in the front row. Soon enough, the two men are up on the apron and entering the ring.
Gravedigger: I don’t know who these guys think they are, but they can’t stand to #BeachKrew.
Freddy Whoa: The Pride are looking fired up here tonight.
Eddie is already out on the apron whilst Ethan stands in the ring, #BlackBeaver seem to be discussing who should begin the matchup for them, they settle on Andre Aquarius, who boldly steps forward with a smirk on his face.
The referee calls for the bell, and Ethan charges out of the gate toward Andre in the corner, who smartly moves out of the way to avoid the hot-headed Ethan, who crashes into the turnbuckle hard and then eats a hard, disrespectful slap from Andre!
Gravedigger: You can be the crowd heard that one, beautiful technique on that slap right there.
Zach Davis: Are you kidding me right now? That was just downright disrespectful.
Freddy Whoa: Ethan doesn’t look like he’s going to take it, though.
Ethan fires back with a couple of rights, catching Aquarius on the forehead and forcing him back, but before he can proceed out of his corner, he’s grabbed by Beaver who slams the back of his head directly into the turnbuckle padding, and then holds him there!
Zach Davis: You’d think the No DQ rules here really benefit the… what was it you called them, Digger?
Zach Davis: Right. That. They know how to take advantage of opportunities, and having no referee to disqualify them will be a big factor in this match.
Andre rushes the stunned Ethan and hits him with a step-up enziguri! Ethan’s eyes roll as he drops to both knees, Andre smiles and hits him with another slap, this time Ethan crumples to the canvas! Andre rolls him over for the cover!
Andre moves closer towards his corner and tags in Dustin Beaver, who lightly hops over the apron and begins laying the boots into Ethan, who cries out in pain as Dustin stomps a hole through him. He gestures towards Andre and points underneath the ring, Andre drops down to the floor…
And is hit with a stiff clothesline by Eddie Felt, who ran around ringside! Dustin Beaver is seemingly unaware of this, as he takes a moment to pick Ethan up to his feet via a handful of hair, before leaping up and hitting him with a dropkick! Ethan stumbles backward, not quite falling to his feet just yet. Beaver smirks and turns around, expecting a weapon from his #BlackBeaver partner…
He gets nailed with a kendo stick, courtesy of Eddie Felt!
Gravedigger: That’s illegal!
Zach Davis: Not quite, No DQ rules, Digger!
Beaver’s eyes flutter momentarily, he turns around in a dazed manner…
And is taken down with a quick Sling Blade!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Welcome To The Future by Ethan King, Beaver might be out!
Ethan, still looking a little worse for wear after the stomps he took, weakly hooks the inside leg of Beaver as he goes for a cover.
Beaver powers out at TWO!
Gravedigger: That’s my boy.
Ethan sighs and slowly picks himself back up to a vertical base, he looks over at Eddie whose now standing back in there corner, he walks over and tags him in, the two men move to Beaver and…
Zach Davis: Here it comes…
Eddie sets up for a backdrop driver, while Ethan pops up to the top rope.
Zach Davis: PRIDE DRIVER!
Ethan leaps off the ropes and connects with a Diving Neckbreaker, whilst Beaver takes the full impact of the Backdrop Driver as well! He connects with a violent thud into the canvas, Eddie goes for the cover…
Andre breaks it up with a moonsault from the top rope! He pops up to his feet and at the last second notices an approaching Ethan King, who he catches with a Pele Kick!
Ethan turns around, clearly dazed…
But leaps anyway and returns the favour with a Pele Kick of his own!
Zach Davis: Hotline!
All four men are down on the ground, Eddie and Beaver are the two men currently moving back up to their feet, they’re up at roughly the same time, Eddie swings a wild haymaker that misses clean as Beaver ducks it, before connecting with a Sit-Out Jawbreaker! Eddie stays standing momentarily, before falling spread eagle down to the canvas, Beaver grins and looks over at the kendo stick Eddie had dropped before moving into the ring earlier. He shakes his head and rolls out of the ring, quickly searching under it and finding something more to his liking…
Freddy Whoa: A steel chair!
Beaver has a wild look in his eye as he slides back into the ring, clearly enjoying the moment. The crowd boo loudly, but before he can even set up a shot, Ethan King is back in the picture, trying to rip the chair from his arms! He succeeds, and rams it into the gut of Beaver, who moves back into the turnbuckle corner and balls up, trying to defend himself! But before Ethan can launch more offense, Andre Aquarius re-emerges and nails him with a throat punch! Ethan clutches at his throat, winded by the cruel blow, Andre glances at Beaver and pats him on the chest before pointing directly at Ethan, the two men set up…
Gravedigger: DOUBLE SUPERKICK!
Zach Davis: Ethan King’s out, guys.
Ethan’s limp on the canvas after taking the brutal double superkick, Andre starts to pose as Beaver goes for the cover.
NOOO! Kick-Out at the very last moment!
Freddy Whoa: Valiant effort by Ethan King there, but that may have taken everything he had!
Beaver and Aquarius can’t believe it, they exchange a glance before simultaneously looking toward the chair, Andre slowly walks over to it and picks it up from the ground. He holds it and points to the crowd, before gesturing toward Ethan with it harshly. The crowd start to boo, Beaver leans on the ropes, watching as his partner moves towards the dazed Ethan King, who has barely moved since taking the superkicks.
Andre lifts Ethan up by the hair with his free hand, King is on spaghetti legs, barely able to stand on his own, Andre has the chair raised over his head, looking like he’s about to go for a violent swing…!
Freddy Whoa: Eddie Felt takes Dustin Beaver out with a wild clothesline!
Eddie Felt and Beaver go crashing over the top rope, upon hitting the ground at ringside they immediately start trading blows, Andre’s attention is diverted just enough for Ethan to attempt a roll up on him!
Ethan goes for the roll up, but Andre scampers away from Ethan at the last second, before clobbering him with the steel chair with a shot directly to the back! Ethan drops to the floor, Andre curses at him and throws the chair away, before grabbing the kendo stick!
He leans down over Ethan, and sets up a crossface, using the kendo stick for even more impact! He pulls back with the stick over Ethan’s face, pulling away and screaming at him to tap!
Gravedigger: Give it up, kid! You don’t stand a chance.
Freddy Whoa: Wait just a minute! Here comes Eddie Felt!
Zach Davis: NO! He’s cut off by Dustin Beaver, who hits him with a kick to the groin!
Eddie Felt crumples up and drops to the floor, rolling out to ringside as he clutches onto his crown jewels, the referee is leaning toward Ethan, asking him if he wants to quit. The young man is holding on, but his arms are going limp and his face is red as Andre has now positioned the kendo stick on his throat.
The referees eyes narrow momentarily, until he waves his arms in the air, calling for the match to stop. The bell sounds, and the referee pulls Andre off of Ethan King, who is now out cold, head lolling to the side as his eyes are shut.
Kyle Steel: Your winners of this match by submission… #BlackBeaver!
Gravedigger: They did it! They proved they’re well and truly better than The Pride here tonight.
Zach Davis: For all that’s worth, they still didn’t manage to pin either of them, or make them tap.
Gravedigger: A wins a win, and now they have two against these losers.
Andre and Dustin are celebrating their victory, smirking at the downed beings of King and Felt, the former only just starting to stir while the latter curses at ringside.
The Wells Fargo Arena is pounding with fans due to the amazing matches shown by the fellow competitors on the WCF Talent Roster as they continue to pour everything they have to be known as the best in the world in the greatest company in pro wrestling history. Tonight, the fans are graced with the return of two boiling rivalries with Rebellution housing Bonnie Blue, and Andre Holmes against House of Ophelia’s K.L Henson with the mysterious dark entity best known as Scathe in tag team action tonight. The cameras are all focusing their lens on Kyle Steel who is dressed in his signature black tuxedo awaiting the signal to introduce both teams to the ring.
Kyle Steel: “Ladies, and gentlemen. This tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and due to the contract clause of Scathe, it will be contested under no disqualifications!”
Gravedigger: “I am sick of watching Rebellution perform. It makes me want to vomit as they are nothing but hypocrites. Bonnie Blue, and Andre Holmes have been exposed as bullies for constantly insulting Katherine Phoenix, and let’s not forget that Andre really ruined the chance of spending quality time with her earlier.”
Zach Davis: “Shut up Gravedigger. Their focus should be on two men who they defeated at Explosion but it seems now the boiling point is still steaming from the pot.”
Gravedigger: “You talk to me Zach when you’re actually not sucking their dick.”
“Grove Walker” by FLOOR BABA is the first of the three entrance music to begin playing from the Wells Fargo Center’s. The lights dim for the arena to darken a little, and K.L Henson walks out fully recovered from his last match against Andre Holmes. Unfortunately, he’s not alone. Gein, and Armand follow behind him as he stands on his knees, and spreads his arms out while cocking his head back to yell into the air. Getting up, his loyal friends say nothing. They walk behind him as the crowd constantly rains down hatred since he faced Andre Holmes.
Freddy Whoa: If you’ve been following the rivalry, K.L Henson, and Andre Holmes were settled at Explosion as K.L Henson tapped out to Andre Holmes after falling into his Gorilla Clutch submission hold.
Zach Davis: Damn right. K.L Henson blamed Andre Holmes, and Grayson Pierce for the death of Mr. Holden, and now Grayson was in the hospital. In the end, Andre defeated K.L Henson, and now here he is hoping to get revenge on a lost cause.
Climbing up the steel steps, he swoops through the ropes to approach an unoccupied corner. As he leans back into the turnbuckles. Armand, and Gein are on the apron ensuring he is doing well.
Kyle Steel: “Introducing first. Hailing from Parts, Unknown! At five feet, ten inches tall. Weighing in at 190 pounds. He is the Head of Talent Relations, K.L Henson!
Gravedigger: “So now, we wait. I hope K.L puts a beating on Andre, we need justice for the murder of Holden dammit!”
For a small moment, the darkness covers the entire arena, and the thick mist collectively engulfs the entire stage. “Just Run” by DevilDriver’s slowly ease through the stereo system of the arena, and Scathe walks out from the back with the spotlight focused directly on his body. After the drums have picked up, and the music goes into full effect. He stands there on the stage, and watches the crowd boo him because of their love for Bonnie Blue. Scathe walks down to the ring, focused directly on the ring. His eyes doesn’t move, and barely even blinks.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his partner! Hailing from Jihon, Capua! At six feet, eight inches tall. Weighing in at 270 pounds. He is “The Darkitecht” Scathe!
Scathe walks up the steel steps then walks along the apron. Pushing the top rope down, he steps over it as he doesn’t even pay K.L Henson any looks. His partner doesn’t mind but Armand, and Gein keep their distance from his threatening stature as Scathe waits on the apron. The lights return to normal, and the music fades.
Zach Davis: Does anyone else get a chill running down their spine when Scathe is in the ring?
Freddy Whoa: Maybe or maybe not. Scathe, and Bonnie have much more history, and bad blood running between them then they even thought.
Crowd: REBELLUTION! REBELLUTION! REBELLUTION!
The crowd is raving, chanting for the arrival of Rebellution. “Bones” by Young Guns starts playing with the guitar riffs, and drums beating down as hard as they can on the speakers. The lights shut off, and the titantron display Bonnie, and Andre warming up in the locker room. Once the music officially begins, a flash of red, and white colored fireworks emerge from the stage in a single filed line. Bonnie, and Andre walk out on the stage to receive praise from the crowd but they remain on the stage as Kyle introduces them.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents! He is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, Andre Holmes, and his partner, Bonnie Blue! Rebellution!
The music fades away as a microphone is in Andre’s hand. The crowd is cheering wildly as he adjust the Tag Team Title belt in his other hand, and pulls down the hoodie from over his head. Bonnie stands at his side as they are both wearing their Rebellution designed wrestling attire. He pauses to speak because the crowd is raving!
Crowd: REBELLUTION! REBELLUTION! REBELLUTION!
Gravedigger: When will these dumbasses understand that Rebellution are the bad guys? Sheesh, a five year old could understand that better.
Zach Davis: Maybe you should educate yourself then.
Gravedigger: Watch it Kyle!
Andre Holmes: Hey K.L, Scathe. It seems you two must be ready for another ass kicking because last time I checked, Explosion was the night of Rebellution!
Henson, and Scathe are not pleased to hear that. That pushes them to add more energy to fight harder now.
Andre Holmes: But Henson! We’re not done because...someone is here to let you on a little secret.
Freddy Whoa: He’s not talking about?! No, it can’t be!
“Bones” by Young Guns start abruptly, and Grayson Pierce walks out from the back to stand beside Andre Holmes, and Bonnie Blue. K.L Henson, and Scathe are enfuriated, and the crowd is off their seats for his return! Andre pats him on the back, and Bonnie gives him an up-nod. The microphone handed over to Grayson, and now he’s back in WCF.
Crowd: WOOOOOOO! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!
Zach Davis: Grayson Pierce is back in WCF, and now he is alive, and well. Welcome back from the coma, and enjoy your main event match tonight!
As the crowd simmers down, and the music fades. He raises the microphone to his lips as Henson wants to just put him down.
Grayson Pierce: You don't too happy to see me Henson. I guess you were expecting me to still be laying on that hospital bed, huh? I imagine you must be very disappointed. Well...then you are not going to like what I have to say next. You see, I was thinking, what could I do to get back at Mr. Henson, Mr. Head of Talent Relations. It isn't enough that Andre kicked his ass at explosion!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!
Andre, and Grayson chuckle for a moment with Bonnie who is mocking Henson by tapping her hand on her shoulder. K.L is livid, and possibly about to explode.
Grayson Pierce: No, you've lost before and it doesn't seem to be the important thing on your mind. You like to succeed in a different way. You make examples out of certain people and try to get rid of other people. You do terrible things and whether you win or lose is just secondary. So I thought and thought and thought when suddenly the opportunity arrived at my front door! There was another person you tried to get rid of a while ago. Someone you needed out of the way. The person who you practically stole everything from...And the cherry on top of the sundae? He says he knows a secret...A secret about you...Without further ado…
K.L, Armand, and Gein are all confused. They stare at each other, and converse about what Grayson is talking about. The crowd lean forward closer to the stage, and are wondering what other surprises are in stored. As Grayson opens his arm out behind him, a sudden silence falls on the stage…”Master” by GosT explodes.
Freddy Whoa: NO WAY! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!
Gravedigger: HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: PREECHA KAMON IS BACK!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Preecha Kamon slowly walks out from the back, and crowd erupts right back onto their feet. No one expected this. K.L Henson falls to his knees in the center of the ring with strands of his hair almost being pried from his own scalp. Armand immediately tries to charge to tackle Preecha but Gein is doing his best to restrain. Scathe doesn’t give a crap, and just watches the situation unfold before him. Preecha stands with Rebellution, and his music fade as the crowd cheering is jumping through the roofs above.
Crowd: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!
Gravedigger: It’s been over a year since we’ve seen Preecha Kamon, and now here he stands with Rebellution.
Freddy Whoa: K.L Henson thought Preecha was taken care of but now he’s back in WCF. K.L wants nothing more than to get rid of him for good!
Preecha Kamon gets the microphone from Grayson, and he points right at K.L Henson with slurred words spoken from his mouth.
Preecha Kamon: Henson!...Yew er hiding...whet yewv dun...But I knuh...yer secrit. I well beet et owt uv yew vury sewn…
Gravedigger: THESE PEOPLE DIDN’T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT HE SAID!
Freddy Whoa: To clarify. Preecha said: “Henson. You were hiding what you’ve done but I know you’re secret. I will beat it out of you very soon!”
Preecha Kamon, and Grayson Pierce return backstage as Bonnie Blue, and Andre Holmes leave everything behind to walk down to the ring without the music playing. Andre slides into the ring, and quickly stands up to be face to face with Henson. His face doesn’t move, and Henson is shaking with his hands balling into fists. Teeth gritting, and constantly growling. No more words until K.L leaves the ring with Gein, and Armand abandoning Scathe on the apron as he’s even confused by his own partner dropping the match.
Zach Davis: Wow, Preecha’s return must have really shaken up K.L Henson. One moment he was ready to tear Andre’s head off, and now he’s leaving Scathe. You know Scathe will get some pay back on Henson for this right?
Gravedigger: And here we go again with Rebellution’s coward ways. Two on one now? Pathetic.
Ding Ding Ding!
Andre took his eyes off Scathe, and that cost him. He got shoved right down onto the canvas with a forearm from a running 270 pounder. Andre’s body hits right into the canvas hard, and he rubs the back of his head. Bonnie stands on the apron edge, holding onto the tag string as both of them looks into each other’s eyes onto each other. The crowd is pissing Scathe off with their boos, and he rag dolls his current legal opponent across the ring like nothing. Andre rolls into the nearest corner, and sits with his back leaning against the bottom turnbuckles for some comfort.
Freddy Whoa: This match has been turned into a Handicap match with No Disqualifications. Scathe has begun with a forearm straight into the neck of Andre, and now he’s all alone in the corner. I hope they can manage as Scathe has proven to be an unstoppable force against many members of Rebellution in the past.
Scathe charges across the ring, and tries to drive his entire body weight into the corner but thanks to Andre’s quick thinking, he rolls out of the way. As Scathe’s body bounces off the turnbuckles, he’s back on his feet. Using the middle rope as a springboard, he launches himself across the air to Enguizri Kick Scathe right down into the head. The impact of the kick claps itself across the arena, and the big guy stumbles back and forth rocked. Andre quickly gets up, and runs to the ropes for added velocity to Dropkick Scathe backwards into the ropes. Leaning against them, the tag is made to Bonnie!
Gravedigger: See what I mean. Rebellution can’t beat Scathe on their own so now they have--
Zach Davis: So why hasn’t Scathe defeated anyone from Rebellution yet?
Gravedigger: Scathe doesn’t need to beat him, he’ll destroy them!
Bonnie, and Andre quickly run together. With one leap, they manage to Dropkick Scathe right out of the ring through the top, and middle rope. Crashing on the outside, he lands on his knees. Quick thinking to Scathe getting back up, Andre quickly whips Bonnie into the ropes before on her return, he presses his hands into her body, and powers her over her head, and the top rope for her body to crash onto Scathe knocking them both down onto the outside mat.
Freddy Whoa: A great work of team effort. Andre Holmes just Back Body Dropped Bonnie Blue over the top rope straight into Scathe. These two will put their bodies on the line to gain the victory!
Bonnie is obviously the first to get up even though her bump was pretty brutal. Scathe took up to a knee, and she quickly started pounding his skull with multiple forearms into his nose. She even took it upon herself to use some of Andre’s MMA training by wrapping her hands around his head in a Muay Thai Clinch, and uppercutting his chin with multiple knees. However, Scathe has had enough. He just shoves her so hard that she falls back into the apron, hitting her mid-back against the edge. One more thing. He grabs her by the head, and just tosses her that she flips, and her back yet again crashes into the nearest steel steps!
Gravedigger: HOW’S IT TASTE BONNIE? HUH?!
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie Blue just got thrown straight into the steel steps, and now Scathe is looking under the ring for anything to grab on. He’s got a Steel Chair, and Bonnie is helpless!
Bonnie is crawling across the ringside mat, and right to the announce table. Scathe follows behind her, and the crowd is desperately chanting for him to back off. Out of nowhere, the referee continues counting.
Andre Holmes quickly has had enough. He jumps over the top rope, and bounces his back off the ropes to just charge to the ropes facing Scathe. Quickly diving through the bottom, and middle rope but Scathe saw him, and just throw the chair for him to meet face first into the steel. The crash is brutal, and Andre crashes into the announce table then his body rag dolls off to the side. Now Scathe has laid waste to both Bonnie, and Andre.
Zach Davis: Holy crap! Andre took one of the biggest falls I’ve ever seen in my life!
Freddy Whoa: Andre Holmes for that Heat Seeking Missily only for his target of a steel chair to be thrown right at his face. Scathe is now continuing his rampage on both members of Rebellution but the referee is still counting.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen. This match has resulted in a double countout, thus a NO CONTEST!
Scathe doesn’t care. He continues stomping down on Andre Holmes whose barely responding from having a chair thrown in his face while diving from out of the ring. Scathe doesn’t hesitate to revert back to Bonnie whose managed to get back on her feet. She continues to flurry him with forearms but all that does is let her be thrown into the barricade as her back collides into it again. In that short time, Andre’s managed to get back up even though on wobbly legs. He quickly goes on top of the announce table before running off, and leaping into Scathe with an elbow into his skull!
Freddy Whoa: Andre Holmes just ran across our announce table, and put his elbow straight through the skull of Scathe! The fighting spirit from both Bonnie, and Andre will not end!
Zach Davis: And now they are taking it into the ring!
Andre follows Scathe into the ring, and even though the match is over, the fight isn’t. He continues to flurry Scathe with elbows, and sooner Bonnie gets into the ring too. She helps Andre beat down on Scathe dropping him to a knee. Suddenly, they both start kicking him into the chest, and back with multiple Roundhouse kicks.
Crowd: YES! YES! YES!
Gravedigger: The match is over, and now they’re attacking him on a two, and one assault. Cowards!
Just before they give one more kick, both their throats are held in his hands. No time to waste, he lifts them up, and Chokeslams them down on their backs. The impacts were made, and they are down temporarily with no chance of getting back up. Scathe stares back, and forth at the two bodies on each side. Suddenly, the crowd starts cheering as man in his pants, shoes, and no shirt with what could be some sort of war paint painted on his face, and body strolls into the ring. Scathe turns around only to find he’s staring into the eyes of…
Gravedigger: GEMINI BATTLE!
Freddy Whoa: Gemini is here in the ring with Scathe, and neither men is removing their eyes from each other.
Quickly from behind while on the might, Bonnie low blows Scathe which gives Gemini enough time to drive Scathe back into the ropes with brutal knees into his chin, and Knife Edge Chops into his chest. When Scathe pushes back, Andre does his best to get on his feet, and Tornado Kick Scathe into the jaw that temporarily stuns him. Bonnie quickly gets on his feet, and Dropkicks him into the chest forcing him to bend over then Gemini Superkicks Scathe out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Scathe is out of the ring, and Bonnie Blue with Andre Holmes is back on their feet thanks to the help of Gemini Battle!
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays as Bonnie, Gemini, and Andre stand together as Scathe backs up the entrance path upstaged by Rebellution.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen its time for the Internet Championship match!
Freddy Whoa: Yeaah! Raymond Hatcher looks to score the upset against Zombie McMorris for the Internet title.
Gravedigger: But tell you what Freddy, lookin and doing are different things. Especially in WCF. This is Slam three fifty! There ain’t gonna be no upsets here. If Hatcher does it, it’s because he put the dead man away without question.
We hear "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play, after a few chords, we see Raymond Hatcher come walking through the curtain, he has his hands wrapped in black athletic tape and is wearing a black robe laced with gold trim underneath which are his simple black trunks, kneepads, boots and one elbow pad on his left arm. Hatcher doesn't do his usual pandering to the crowd, instead he has an ice cold expression. Hatcher strolls down to the ring at a steady pace. He heads up the ring steps walking out onto the apron while looking out at the crowd. Hatcher wipes his feet on the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring.
Kyle Steel: Making his way into the ring, weighing in at 237lbs, he hails from Los Angeles, California...The Real Deal Raymond Hatcher!
Hatcher heads to his corner and begins disrobing.
Zach Davis: Hatcher looking ready for this. I understand that he spent all week preparing for this match.
Freddy Whoa: Hatcher and ZMAC are not strangers in the ring though. Hatcher has won all their matches
Gravedigger: Yah but this is for the Internet title. It’s a completely different animal.
" Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke.
Kyle Steel: And from the Big Easy…. He stands six foot six inches tall and weighs in at a lean two hundred and twenty pounds… he is the WCF INTERNET CHAMPION… THE COKED UP MAD MAN… ZOMBIE.. MCMORRIS!!
Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: Here he is, the man whose synonymies with that title belt on his shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: And Hatchers there in the corner with his eye on it. He’s looking to take it away. All these months and Hatcher is still eyeing a championship.
Gravedigger: It might not be smart but it looks like Hatcher has a plan.
Hatcher comes out of the corner as grabs ZMAC in a side head lock then spins around and takes ZMAC into a hammer lock before tripping him to the ground. Hatcher continues with an elbow drop followed by a knee drop. Hatcher takes to the ropes and continues with a rolling knee drop and stalls things out with a chin lock.
Gravedigger: And heres the plan. Stall ZMAC to death. Keep him on the ground. ZMACs a brawler and a risk taker; he isn’t adept on the ground.
Hatcher digs his knee into ZMACs back as he grabs ZMACs arms and applies the pressure. ZMAC begins to fight and even though he isn’t able to pull Hatcher forward, ZMAC is able to ease the pain by rolling off the knee of Hatcher who immediately puts ZMAC in a set up powerbomb position..
Zach Davis: Double underhook back breaker.
Hatcher tries to stay on ZMAC but ZMAC connects with a shot to the stomach, followed by another. ZMAC gets to a vertical base and starts with the snap jabs.
Hatcher gets to his feet but ZMAC pulls him up for that spin buster trip..
Freddy Whoa: Counter! Hatcher turned it into a rolling arm bar.
Zach Davis: ZMAC isn’t one to tap, he’ll let it break just for the psychological advantage.
Freddy Whoa: Hatcher smashing the leg across ZMACs face, trying to break it.
ZMAC crawls towards the ropes slowly.. he’s inches his way towards the ropes and those long lanky arms of ZMAC manage to tap the bottom ropes and calls for the break.
Hatcher keeps the arm bar locked in.
The ref finally gets Hatcher to break it as ZMAC pulls himself up and hangs onto the middle and top rope. Hatcher moves in and tries to peel ZMAC off with a belly to back but the ref steps in and tries to pull Hatcher off.
Zach Davis: Low blow by ZMAC.
Hatcher doubles over and stumbles towards the corner and slumps down.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC took advantage of the distracted ref.
ZMAC: BOOT PARTY!
ZMAC runs to hit the Boot Party but Hatcher rolls out of the ring and ZMAC crashes through the bottom rope. Hatcher rolls back into the ring and climbs the top rope..
Zach Davis: ZMAC to his feet! Hatcher off the top with a missile drop kick!
Both men get up at the same time as ZMAC tries to get some distance between the two. Hatcher runs at ZMAC but ZMAC hits a back body drop.
ZMAC turns for a running knee smash but Hatcher connects with a shoot take down and rolls over into a dragon sleeper.
5.. 6… 7..
Hatcher looks back at the ref and lets go of the hold to make the count.
ZMAC gets to his feet
Answer rolls into the ring and answers the count.
Hatcher gets on ZMAC and hits the regal-plex pinning combination.
Hatcher picks up ZMAC but he fires back with a few knees to stomach then picks up Hatcher into a sling shot suplex into a pin.
Freddy Whoa: Hatcher rolls through the pin. Small package.
ZMAC gets to his feet but stumbles right back into Hatcher..
Zach Davis: High angle gut wrench suplex by Hatcher! Really running it in ZMACs face.
Gravedigger: And ZMAC wisely rolls out of the ring and grabs his title. He heads back towards the crowd.
Hatcher is telling him to get back into the ring.
Gravedigger: And ZMAC takes out a vial of coke and snorts it off the face plate of the championship!
Gravedigger: And ZMAC hits the ring again!
Hatcher meets him but ZMAC shoves him away into a super kick! Hatcher is dazed but ZMAC presses up him and drops him down before playing it up to the crowd. ZMAC shakes the ropes and screams like the coked up mad man that he is.
Freddy Whoa: He’s like a possessed warrior.
Gravedigger: Like an Ultimate Warrior!
Hatcher comes up from behind ZMAC and connects with a T bone exploder suplex!
Zach Davis: Hatcher knows that he has to pull out the big guns for this.
ZMAC gets back to his feet as Hatcher takes to the ropes. ZMAC rushes over and connects with a step up knee smash. Hatcher falls to the ground.
ZMAC with the pin.
ZMAC picks up Hatcher and throws him into the corner and starts unloading with a flurry of punches. Hatcher counters with an eye rake. Hatcher climbs back ontop of the turn buckle but Theres ZMAC again, right up in Hatchers face. They do battle on the top turn buckle.
Freddy Whoa: Hatcher doesn’t throw punches but he’s throwing elbows.
ZMAC responds with a headbutt combo. ZMAC throws Hatcher off the top of the turn buckle and connects with a Brets rope fist drop into elbow before Setting Hatcher up..
Zach Davis: Curb Stomp!
Hatcher tries to get back to his feet but ZMAC turns him around…
Gravedigger: Axe Wound!
Zach Davis: ZMAC does it! Zombie McMorris retains his Internet Championship!
The Ref hands ZMAC the belt as he raises it high into the air.
Gravedigger: And The Coked up Mad Man stands victorious. I love it!
Kyle Steel: The following is a LADDER MATCH for the WCF PEOPLE'S TITLE!
Zach Davis: This change to the stipulations was announced just three hours ago on WCF.COM, Freddy. We're in for a Ladder match now for the title!
Freddy Whoa: My Wednesday Night senses are telling me that's not all, Zach!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, our SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE FOR THE NIGHT!
Wells Fargo Arena EXPLODES as--
The house lights die. The sound of crows cawing echoes throughout the arena. Purple spotlights dancing across the screaming Philidephia fans as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo.
Zach Davis: No, it can't be!
Gravedigger: Somebody arrest him for Vulcan-icular homicide! That bastard murdered Bobby Cairo!
A moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as Scarecrow’s disembodied voice recites, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful cry:
“A murder of crows is gathering, the fields are ripe to reap. The days of sin, follow the wind, with promises to keep.”
“And in those fateful hours, when my dawn shall duly rise. The Scarecrow shall guard them, from the devils lies"
“Men of straw they cower, fall and fear the flame. Yet I am the one, who embraces the sun. Let darkness know my name.”
The crowd breaks into cheers, acquiescing to their hero's request:
SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
A moment passes, then...
“Red Right Hand”, by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds begins to play. As the ominous chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a jumbotron of break neck imagery; A Murder of Crows. A Crowbreaker. A Crow Clash for the People’s championship.
Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, hulking silhouette. His countenance eclipsed by purple smoke and light.
The arena lights raise to a huge POP. Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail and depth as he begins his focused procession down the ramp. He's wearing a black, customized hoodie over his referee shirt and ripped jeans.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds! From The lost highways of America! He is your special guest referee for tonight; DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
The Scarecrow soaks up the cheers from the crowd before entering the ring, adjusting his taped right hand once again as a way of foreshadowing his finishing manoeuvrer.
Scarecrow removes his hoodie and hands it to a smiling Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post and hits his familiar crucifix pose to another, roaring MASSIVE POP...
Zach Davis: Twitter is in meltdown, Freddy! The world can't believe that Crow is here...TONIGHT!
Gravedigger: Man's made more comebacks than Tupac. He sickens me.
Crow looks up at the title suspended above the ring, taps his chest with his fist, then points at the fans in attendance. He's smiling. Glad to be HOME.
Zach Davis: For over six months, Scarecrow held the People's title. A reign that was unprecedented within the WCF. But that reign could be broken tonight, if Teo Del Sol can make history and beat Johnny Rabid to retain the belt!
Gravedigger: That's a massive “If” Zach! We've seen what Rabid can do to an opponent; how he can get inside their heads. The mind games. He truly is a serpent, Zach! Rabid slithers across this company, and strikes out of nowhere! And that's EXACTLY what he'll do tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Speak of the devil!
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see Johnny Rabid standing tall; arms outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as Johnny's name appears on a Slam Graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's Johnny hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the boo's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and getting in Scarecrow's face. Rabid points at the belt then his waist as –
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."
Philadelphia on their feet as the News Anchor falls silent, syncopating to the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" as it 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.
Teo points the camera at Rabid now and goes for a zoom, this is met by a middle finger and a snarl. We see Teo's hand a second later motion into frame, waving back at the English curmudgeon. Teo begins walking down the ramp now, 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.
Teo extends his hand to shake Crow's, there's a tense moment before Crow reciprocates. The Crowd cheering.
Zach Davis: Great to see such camaraderie between champions past and present.
Gravedigger: Hashtag, sickbag.
Rabid swats Teo's hand away as he shouts “what?” at Crow. Crow flips Rabid off for a cheap POP, then signals to the time keeper for this match TO BEGIN!
A thunderous clothesline by Rabid bursts out of the gate as the match begins! Teo is Irish whipped into the corner, followed by a foot wash as Rabid cannons forward. Mudhole stomps follow that as Rabid goes to work. Rabid takes a few steps back for another run up as--
Teo front forward rolls out of the way! Rabid pole-axes himself on the ring post as Teo delivers a standing drop-kick to Rabid's back! Irish whip by Teo! Hurricanrana into mounted punches on the rebound follows, shades of Eddie Guerrero here as Teo unloads serious rights and lefts!
Rabid with an eye poke and a reversal, unloading his own vitriol now, reversed by Teo as the move is eventually broken by the two men who are now backup on their feet and circling.
Teo rushes forward, goes for a crucifix driver, reversed! Rabid turns it into a death valley driver and drives Teo's skull into the mat! Rabid goes to the outside now and picks up a ladder, he begins to slide it into the ring as--
Teo hits a baseball slide into the ladder! The heavy cold steel jack knifes now into Rabid! Rabid cannons backwards into the barrier as Teo has hold of the ladder, he sets it up, folded and propped up against the ropes; Teo runs in the opposite direction now, rebounding back off the far ropes for added speed, then RUNS UP THE LENGH OF THE LADDER!
Zach Davis: Good gawd, Teo! No! NOOO!
SHOOTING STAR PRESS OFF THE LADDER!
“HOLEEEE SHIT!” “HOLEEEE SHIT!” “HOLEEEE SHIT!” “HOLEEEE SHIT!” “HOLEEEE SHIT!”
Slow motion replay shows Teo running up the ladder, hitting the shooting star as Rabid gets up. Both fall backwards to the mat on the outside. Wiped out!
Scarecrow and the EMT's check on Teo and Rabid as--
Rabid was playing possum! He shoves an EMT out of the way as he grabs an oxygen canister from an EMT, diving onto Teo, hitting him around the head with the metal object! Clang! Clang! –
Superkick by Scarecrow! The referee knocks the canister from Rabid's grasp to a massive pop from the Philly crowd! Rabid flicks his wrist as he tries to get some feeling back, giving Teo time to get to his feet!
Teo with a running Hurricanrana!
Caught, power-bomb onto the concrete!
Teo punches his way out of the power-bomb and hits a sunset driver onto the concrete!
“HOLEEEE SHIT!” “HOLEEEE SHIT!” “HOLEEEE SHIT!” “HOLEEEE SHIT!” “HOLEEEE SHIT!”
Teo with the ladder now as he sets it up inside the ring; he begins to climb! Slow steps as Zach sells the story--
Zach Davis: This is Teo's title, just as Bruno Sammartino ruled his roost, so does Teo Del Sol! The age of Sunshine will not set tonight as--
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Replay shows Rabid stirring, he grabs a ladder and climbs a turnbuckle, leaping and delivering a LADDER VAN-TERMINATOR to Teo Del sol! Teo drops to the mat, with his ladder falling on top of him! Rabid is down also as the crowd screams desperately for Teo to GET UP, TEO, GET UP! CLAP! CLAP!
Rabid is busted open, as we see Teo's face is leaking crimson from beneath his masquerade.
Both men stagger to their feet as--
Irish whip by Teo, Rabid leapfrogs on the return trip, springboards into--
An Ally Oop faceplant by Teo! Rabid's face crashing into a stray ladder! Rabid rolls around in agony as Teo grabs a second nearby ladder and sets it up beneath the suspended People's title! Teo climbs as--
Rabid bolts to his feet, he climbs the opposite side of the ladder!
Zach Davis: This man needs an academy award!
Both Rabid and Teo are now fifteen feet above the mat as they exchange right hands; Rabid rams Teo's head into the base of the ladder as Teo staggers, Rabid begins to hook Teo's arms and signals for--
Zach Davis: KINGDOM DESTROYER OFF THE LADDER!
No, blocked by Teo! Del Sol goes for a Steve Orbit pimp Slap!
Rabid goes for the Destroyer again!
Teo reverses the move however, and hits a SUNSET FLIP POWER-BOMB!
Rabid crashes to the mat as Teo follows him down! Teo's lungs heaving, searching for breath. Seconds pass, Scarecrow is checking now on both men. The ring crew remove the broken and busted ladders from the ring as Teo nods he's okay, rolls out to the mat for a few moments, only to return with a --
Zach Davis: Teo wants to finish this! It's do or die out there!
Gravedigger: He's an utter disgrace!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Sunshine just went HARDCORE!
Teo sets up the table in the ring, determined to have this finished before the ring crew to return with new ladders; He drags Rabid to his feet and Irish whips him into a nearby ring-post, Teo begins to set Rabid up on the top turnbuckle, he signals to Crow...he's going for a top-rope pedigree!
Zach Davis: Teo going for one of Crow's specialities here!
Teo hooks in the arms for the Pedigree. One hooked, two--
LOW BLOW BY RABID! Rabid hooks in the arms and hits a TOP ROPE HATCH SUPLEX!
The table implodes into splinters as the Ring crew return with a fresh set of ladders.
Zach Davis: This has been a non stop war from bell to bell! Both men are shattered and broken, their bodies exhausted from the relentless pace they set from the off. Slam 350 could well be witnessing it's greatest match in the show's history right here tonight!
Gravedigger: Can't believe these guys still have anything left in the tank!
Rabid and Teo are staggering back on their feet, swaying and unstable, drained from the punishment. Rabid uses the ropes to get to his feet, waves Teo on with both hands as he stands. Teo shakes his head however, instead he waves Rabid on to attack.
Rabid looks around and sees a length of Table still in one piece, Rabid grabs it and swings wildly at Teo, who ducks and goes for a DDT; Rabid shoves his way out and hits a neckbreaker. Rabid rolls out of the ring and gets one of the new ladders. Re-enters. Rabid sets up the ladder and begins to slowly climb.
Teo gets to his feet! Rabid has reached the second run of the ladder as--
Teo LEAPS OFF the TOP ROPE and LANDS ON THE LADDER AHEAD OF RABID! Teo reaches up and begins to unhook the belt!
A shocked Rabid has to think fast, he leaps and grabs hold of Teo's feet! Rabid is climbing up now over Teo's back! Teo screams as--
Rabid locks in a sleeper hold as Teo is caught up in the belt strap! Rabid screams as he leans back,
Zach Davis: Hang on, Teo! You can do this!
Gravedigger: Hang on, Rabid!
Rabid starts to CLIMB UP OVER TEO! Rabid has his hands wrapped around the belt now as the two men begin to kick each other; attempting to make the other lose their grip, Rabid swings...
And wraps his legs around Teo's throat! Locking in the sleeper!
Zach Davis: Rabid could snap Teo's neck if he doesn't break that hold!
Teo leans back...and begins to swing!
Zach Davis: desperation move here by, Teo!
Teo begins to kick Rabid in the face to try and break the hold as--
Teo catches Rabid square in the face! Rabid lets go of the sleeper. Goes for a kick himself as--
Teo LEAPS and hits a forearm smash on Rabid! Rabid drops as Teo HANGS ON! He wraps a free arm around the rope and UNHOOKS THE BELT!
Kyle Steel: Your winner, annnnnnd STILL WCF PEOPLE'S CHAMPION! TEO DEL SOL!
The rope is lowered as Teo is greeted by a rapturous round of cheers from the crowd. Crow among them. Rabid staggers to his feet holding onto the back of his head. Teo touches down and nods at Rabid.
Zach Davis: These two men have been through a war. Do the right thing, Rabid! Shake the man's hand!
Teo extends his hand, a few moments pass. Rabid attempting to regain his composure after such a Mephistophelian battle. Rabid looks at Teo's open palm, thinks it over...
And shakes the man's hand! The crowd CHEERS! Crow nods, offers his hand to Rabid...
MURDER OF CROWS ON SCARECROW! Rabid flips off the fallen McMorris as the crowd BOOS! Crow is up quickly however! He swings at Rabid, who ducks! Johnny high tails it out of the ring, smirking at the former People's Champion who is helped to his feet by the current...and longest reigning...title holder in WCF People's Championship history!
Zach Davis: What a war! Teo has made his mark tonight! The sun refused to set on a, now record breaking, era! Even after facing the serpent, Johnny Rabid!
Gravedigger: Go on, say it...
Zach Davis: Say what?
Gravedigger: “Something tells me this isn't over!” Go on, you know you want to.”
Zach Davis: I can't..
Zach Davis: Well, you just stole it for starters!
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed Fargo Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and the crowd is cheering. "Click click boom" by Saliva begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play.
Zach Davis: For the first time in Wrestling Championship Federation history.. Oblivion goes one on one with Torture!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Oblivion bolts out onto the entrance stage. The crowd roars out. Oblivion goes to his left, bounces thrusting out his arms towards the crowd, bringing in their cheers...
The crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!
Oblivion turns around and bolts to the other end, of the stage. Once again thrusting out his arms before turning and heading downing the ramp.
On these Saturdays when kids go out and play
Kyle Steel: From Euphoria... Weighing in at 325 pounds... He is the God of Enlightenment... Oblivion!!
I was faded not jaded
Guitar riffs ring out...
CLICK CLICK BOOM!!
Oblivion thrashes and marches down the aisle along with the music. Oblivion walks around the ring walks up to the commentators desk and slams his hands down onto the desk furiously, grinning., then looking at the crowd, throwing his arms in the air. Obi bolts to a nearby barrier, climbing up, standing on it, nearly starting a riot.
Gravedigger: Hot damn I love that part!
Oblivion jumps down and takes long strides before getting to the ring, slamming his hands on the ring apron, hyping up the crowd. Oblivion quickly run up steel steps and climb the turnbuckle from out the ring, once again hyping up the ring...
Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!
Oblivion stomps around, taking long strides, barking, shaking the top ring rope.
Zach Davis: The crowd will surly be in favor of both men tonight!
The lights go out. Crowd comes alive. The first 30 seconds of Busy Bein' Born by MC Rut sound out over the system.
Zach Davis: Hey! We haven't heard him use this in years!
Gravedigger: It's Slam350, Zachy! It's a night full of throw backs and fun!
Torture walks out slowly with a spotlight on him wearing his old school red and black wrestling tights that say TORTURE down one side and COOL down the other. The music picks up and the arena lights come on as Torture poses with both arms out and the crowd comes alive.
Zach Davis: Torture! Always one to make a theatrical entrance..
Freddy Whoa: It's just who he is and what he does.
Gravedigger: Okay, I'm in a good mood, this is pretty damn cool!
Zach Davis: Whaaa?
Gravedigger: Yeah, I said it, I'm done with complimenting him!
Torture gets in the ring and stands on the middle rope in the corner and points two thumbs back at his chest and the crowd chants along.. "SO!" "DAMN!" "COOL!". Torture smiles and jumps off the ropes taking off his jacket and handing it to a ringside official. The music fades as the crowd buzzes for this once in a lifetime SLAM match up!
Zach Davis: And here we go!
Gravedigger: The first and probably only time we'll see Torture and Oblivion go toe to toe in WCF!
DING DING DING.
The two men circle each other and are about to tie up when..
The crowd comes alive and all on their feet. Torture and Oblivion stop to stare at the jumbotron.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!!? OH MY GOD NOOOO WAY!!!
Gravedigger: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ABOUT?!
Freddy Whoa: IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?!
Zach Davis: ITS MARK MARKMAN!
Gravedigger: HE WAS IN CHARGE OF WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION IN TWO THOUSAND AND ELEVEN!
Zach Davis: TALK ABOUT A NIGHT OF THROW BACKS!! THIS CROWD IS ELECTRIC FOR MARK MARKMAN!
Freddy Whoa: WAIT... IS HE IN CHARGE AGAIN?!
The jumbotron shows Mark Markman sitting in his trademark recliner from his own home. He waves and the crowd still going ape shit over his appearance.
Zach Davis: I think he's got something to say!!
Mark Markman: You know you can't have Slam350 without me!
Crowd goes crazy.
Mark Markman: I figured I would try to weasel my way into this Slam and sure enough Seth let me pick a match to be in control of!
Zach Davis: WOW!
Mark Markman: So I picked Torture!
Crowd goes crazy. Torture smirks.
Gravedigger: THERES LIKE A BUNCH OF INSIDE REFERENCES GOING ON RIGHT NOW THAT I DONT THINK ANYONE IS UNDERSTANDING...
Freddy Whoa: I GET IT!
Zach Davis: Shhshhh, He's got more to say!
Mark Markman: So, I think this is a huge match for Slam and since it's Slam350.. why don't we make this match..
Crowd waits in anticipation..
Mark Markman: A TABLES MATCH!
The crowd goes crazy as two dozen or so WCF officials come running out from the back carrying a few tables. They're set up around the ring while Tort and Obi are looking around like "wtf?". Torture shrugs it off as does Obi and Mark wishes them the best.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!? THIS IS NOW A TABLES MATCH!
Gravedigger: WHO ELSE ARE WE GOING TO SEE TONIGHT!? THIS IS CRAZY!
Obi and Tort tie up in the middle of the ring and Obi gets the upperhand and shoves him back to the corner. Obi goes for a backhand chop but Torture ducks, throws Obi back into the corner and unleashes a ton of right hands! Torture taunts and spins around back to Obi and goes for a running forearm, but Obi ducks and throws Torture into the corner and unleashes rights and lefts! Obi goes for a running high knee but Torture catches Obi and throws him over the ropes and to the outside. Obi crashes to the mats near a table and slowly gets back to his feet. Torture looks worried as Oblivion grabs the apron and gets back in the ring. Torture slowly backs his way to the corner. The crowd comes alive as Oblivion walks closer to Torture.
Zach Davis: Oblivion looks pissed!
Torture gets out of the corner just as Oblivion comes in with a hot punch. Swing and a miss. Torture jukes and jives and slides out of the ring and Oblivion follows with a slow chase. Torture grabs a chair and ducks a clothesline from Oblivion and swings the chair across the back of Oblivion and the crowd gasps. They come alive as Oblivion just turns around and starts walking towards Torture. His face is dumbstruck.
Zach Davis: Torture looks mortified!
Torture hits the chair across the stomach, the arm and then the head. Three shot-combo with the steel chair has it bent and damn near broken. Torture just drops the chair as Oblivion grabs Torture and hits a belly to belly suplex on the mats! Torture bumps into the bottom of the gaurd rail trying to stay away from Oblivion. Obi walks over to Torture but Tort has a large soda from a fan in the front row and splashes Obi in the face with it then jumps to his feet and jumps on the gaurd rail and leaps off but Obi catches Tort and throws him back first into the ring post! Torture lands on the mats and crawls over to the announcers table holding his back in pain. Obi wipes his face from the soda and walks over to where Torture is trying to get into the announcers laps.
Gravedigger: HEY COME ON! GET OUTTA HERE!
Torture mouths "gimmie MS-13 I NEED HELP!"
Zach Davis: TORTURE IS CRAWLING OVER US TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM OBLIVION!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is going on?
The crowd is laughing as Torture is clearly heard asking Freddy "Give me all the power of your 'Whoas'"! Obi grabs Torture and flips him off the announcer table to the outside mats and Torture holds his back in pain again. Torture starts to crawl over to where two tables are already set up. Torture flips one up on it's end so its standing straight up and down. Torture still crawling to get to a vertical base, and as he turns around, Obi just kicks the table and destroys it.
Zach Davis: WOW! LIKE A HORROR MOVIE!
Gravedigger: Well, that's what Oblivion is!
Torture's face tells the entire story. He gets to his hands and knees and crawls under the ring and grabs at something. He pulls it out.
The crowd goes crazy.
Torture's face turns to puzzled as it's just a giant picture of himself. A framed portrait of Torture. Tort shoves it back under the ring and reaches for something else and pulls out ... well, we don't know yet, Obi grabs Torture by the legs and drags him out from under the ring! Obi goes to get Torture and it's a fire extinguisher! Torture sprays Obi in the face and he drops the hold. Obi backs up into the guardrail where Torture hits a running spear putting Obi back into the guardrail again. Torture gets on the apron and jumps off but Obi catches him like a powerbomb. Torture punches and punches Obi in the face and Torture is put on the guardrail. Torture lets out a mean stiff kick to Obi in the face! Torture runs onto the shoulders of Obi back to the ring apron and into the ring. Torture hits the ropes and goes for a suicide dive but is met with a stiff forearm. Torture is laid out on the middle rope and Obi grabs Torture and just immediately flips him into a powerbomb position and walks over to one of the tables. Torture fights out of it again and lands on the mats. Obi turns around and Torture hits a stff enziguri kick to Obi in the face. Torture gets up and hits another enziguri to Obi in the face, and Torture gets up one more time and hits a mean stiff forearm! Obi goes back and lays across the table.
Zach Davis: Torture lookin' for a big move here!
Torture climbs up the apron and to the turnbuckles but Oblivion climbs on the apron as well and shoves Torture back into the ring and Tort lands in the center of the ring! Oblivion jumps off the top rope and hits a flying headbutt! Torture rolls around in pain as Oblivion grabs a table and brings it into the ring.
Zach Davis: Oblivion looking to beat Torture right here on Slam350!
Oblivion sets it up in the corner. Torture gets to his feet but Oblivion shoves him in the corner opposite of the table. Oblivion lays a few back hand slaps before picking up Torture on his shoulder and turning around.
Gravedigger: I think he's going for a running spear through the table!
Zach Davis: And that will be the end! Oblivion looking to end this match right now!
Torture starts to fight out of it and gets to his feet but Oblivion goes for a clothesline and Torture ducks underneath, floats to behind Oblivion and gets a German Suplex throwing Oblivion into the turnbuckles!
Zach Davis: Great move from Torture!
Freddy Whoa: Imagine if the Table was in that corner!
Torture crawls over to the turnbuckles and climbs up. Oblivion gets to his feet slowly now too. Torture climbs up and Oblivion does as well. They begin to trade punch after punch after punch!
Zach Davis: Who can get the advantage here!
Torture takes a few right hands to the face before unloading a few of his own. They both hit a forearm and pause.. Torture nails an elbow and then a left and another right forearm..
Zach Davis: Look out!
Oblivion falls back off the top rope to the outside and RIGHT THROUGH a table!
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: That's it!
Freddy Whoa: Torture won!
Gravedigger: Torture survived..
Zach Davis: A great match up on Slam 350!
Freddy Whoa: You would think Torture may turn his attention back to Jeff Purse who he is facing at XIII in May!
Zach Davis: This whole Torture vs dream-matchup tour has been loads of entertaining!
Zach Davis: What a show Slam 350 has been so far, fans -- and we're not through yet! Next up, what is certain to be the bloodiest match of the night!
Freddy Whoa: That's right, Zach. When you've got two competitors as -- well, just batshit crazy -- as Katherine Phoenix and the Face of Treachery himself, Logan -- facing off for the Hardcore Championship, literally anything could happen! Gravedigger, you've had history with Logan. What do you think are his chances of coming away with the strap tonight?
Gravedigger: This is Kat Phoenix we're talking about, for Gods' sake, Freddy! Nothing but pure, dumb luck has kept that belt around her waist so far. I'm calling it now, we get a new Hardcore Champ tonight -- the sooner, the better.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, with the WCF Hardcore Championship on the line!
The house lights go down as purple lights start flashing all around the arena. "Desire" by Meg Myers begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled thigh boots. The Hardcore strap rests securely on her shoulder. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowds energy.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 134 pounds.... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times taking the time check out her surroundings. She then runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and bouncing up onto the ring apron, glancing over at the crowd but still not really paying them much attention. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth a bit, smiling at Kyle Steel as she knew she shouldn't have come out first. Eventually Kyle just shrugs his shoulders and lifts the microphone to his lips.
Kyle Steel: And the chall----
Katherine grabs the microphone out of Kyles hand before he can finish, pushing him away towards the ropes and telling him to get out of the ring, which he does. Katherine smirks at the crowd, who are now booing her quite loudly as she slowly lifts the microphone up to her face.
Katherine Phoenix: Hello, Pennsylvania!!!
Katherine waves to some of the crowd before flipping them off.
Crowd: FUCK YOU PHOENIX... FUCK YOU PHOENIX... FUCK YOU PHOENIX!!!
Katherine Phoenix: Whattttttttttt?! Come onnnnnnn I did the whole home town shout out thing and you idiots STILL want to boo me?!
Crowd: WE HATE YOU *CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE HATE YOU *CLAP CLAP CLAP* WE HATE YOU!!!
Katherine Phoenix: Oh come on... hahahahahaha!!! You know what? Screw it! I don't give a shit if you retards boo me... give me your best shot!
Katherine lowers her microphone down by her side and starts pacing back and forth in the ring again as the crowd begins to jeer her loudly as possible.
Katherine Phoenix: Come on you idiots can do better than that!
Crowd: SARAH TWILIGHT... SARAH TWILIGHT... SARAH TWILIGHT!!!
Katherine immediately looks at the crowd extremely annoyed as they begin to cheer her name.
Katherine Phoenix: SHUT UP!!! DONT YOU DARE CHEER FOR HER!!! DONT YOU DARE!!!
Crowd: WE WANT SARAH... WE WANT SARAH... WE WANT SARAH!!!
Katherine Phoenix: You idiots really want Sarah?! You want her to come down her and kick my ass and shut me up?!
Crowd: YES... YES... YES... YES... YES!!!
Katherine Phoenix: Guess what?! SHE ISNT HERE!!! You want to see Sarah?! GO BUILD A FUCKING TIME MACHINE!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Folks, we apologize for her language...
Katherine Phoenix: Sorry... not sorry! I'm out here tonight to talk about my match. MY Hardcore Title match... for MY Hardcore Title. You idiots want to see Logan destroy little ol' me and take my title, right? You want to see that washed up piece of trash become the new Hardcore Champion?!
Crowd: YES... YES... YES... YES... YES!!!
Katherine Phoenix: Well guess what?! LOGAN ISN'T HERE TONIGHT EITHER!!!
Once again the crowd errupts and some of them even begin to throw their trash at the Hardcore Champion, but Katherine just bats it away and ignores the fans who look like they're ready to kill her themselves.
Katherine Phoenix: Yeahhhhhhhhhh I get it... you're sad that he isn't here aren't you? Truth is... I am too. Logan ALWAYS keeps me entertained. Just like the other day, right... I had him all tied up, right... and he was begging and pleading with me to stop hurting him... it was sooooooooo cuuuuuuuute!!! He was... actually... here let me show you instead...
Katherine points up at the titantron as the screen comes alive and shows some sort of wet, cold dungeon. Nothing can be seen in the cell as the camera pans around and then it stops as it reaches the center of the room. Several fans gasp in horror as Katherine bursts out laughing once again in the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!!
Freddy Whoa: Wh--- what am I seeing?!
Gravedigger: Is... is that Logan?!
Chained in the middle of the cell is nonother than WCF Legend, Logan. Logan is completely naked and has many many deep cuts and wounds all over his upper and lower body. His head is down, flopping freely. His whole body limp and lifeless pulling against the chains, which are keeping him stood upright. Logan has several fish hooks hooked under his eyelids, keeping his eyes wide open... and in front of him is a single television set, set as loud as possible... showing nothing but WCF Hall of Famer, Tortures career highlights... including Torture beating Logan in the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: I... I can't believe what I am seeing. Someone turn this off! This is just... wrong!
Freddy Whoa: Just when I thought Katherine couldn't get any lower...
Katherine once again bursts out laughing in the middle of the ring as the screen fades to black. Katherine mocks several Logan fans in the crowd pretending to wipe away her own tears before once again lifting the microphone up to her face.
Katherine Phoenix: Hahahahahaha!!! You idiots! Yeahhhhhhhh I bet you’re all SUPER heartbroken now, right?! Your little hero, Logan… Logi Bear in that state and none of you can do a thing to help him. You remember when I said not a single person in this company… EVER would ever be able to stop or beat me?! I FUCKING MEANT IT!!! Logan is clearly in no state to fight tonight and as such…
Katherine steps over to the side of the ring and begins shouting down at Kyle Steel, eventually, after being threatened multiple times, Kyle does as he is told.
Kyle Steel: Your winner… and STILL Hardcore Champion… KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Katherine remains smug in the ring after revealing Logan's fate to the world and showing them that yet again, she would not be defending the Hardcore Championship. The crowd's response to this is as would be expected. The crowd begins to boo like crazy and they elevated sound of their disapproval drowns Katherine out for quite a bit.
Zach Davis: This capacity crowd NOT happy with the antics of our Hardcore Champion.
Freddy Whoa: Can't really blame them, she's been causing trouble all night.
Gravedigger: If Logan couldn't make it, he forfeits. That's just how it goes. He shouldn't have allowed himself to get into that situation.
Kat paces around in the ring as the crowd continues to boo her. She looks very agitated.
Katherine Phoenix: You boo me? ME?! I AM THE GREATEST FEAMLE FIGHTER IN THE HISTORY OF WCF! NO ONE IS BETTER THAN ME!
More boos from the crowd as they begin chanting at Kat.
Crowd: BONNIE BLUE! BONNIE BLUE! BONNIE BLUE! BONNIE BLUE! BONNIE BLUE!
Katherine shakes her head and seems even more upset that the crowd is disrespecting her. Kat is almost throwing a tantrum by now.
Katherine Phoenix: THAT WEAK LITTLE BITCH IS NOTHING COMPARED TO ME! NOTHINGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!
Crowd: BONNIE! BONNIE! BONNIE! BONNIE!
Katherine Phoenix: Hahahahahahahahahaha you people WISH! I just humiliated her earlier, she won't show her face out here again.
More boos from the crowd.
Katherine Phoenix: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha I told everyone that I would humiliate Andre Holmes and Bonnie Blue and look at what happened to them tonight. THEY ARE NOTHING! They are worthless and can never compare to me!
Gravedigger: Facts are facts.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! Katherine assaulted Crystal White, and sexually assaulted Bonnie Blue. Those actions are not condoned!
Gravedigger: It was a kiss, what sexual assault?
Freddy Whoa: An unwanted kiss is an assault.
Katherine Phoenix: I am the best thing any of you have ever seen! I am the baddest, most dangerous woman on the PLANET and there isn't a DAMN THING ANYONE CAN DO ABOUT IT!
The crowd, having anough of Katherine's rambling start chanting at her again, this time with something that gets under her skin quite a bit more.
Crowd: SARAH TWILIGHT! SARAH TWILIGHT! SARAH TWILIGHT! SARAH TWILIGHT! SARAH TWILIGHT!
Kat holds her hands over her ears and shakes her head back and forth violently.
Katherine Phoenix: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!
The crowd continue to chant at her.
Zach Davis: I have never seen someone hold such jealousy like we are witnessing right now.
Gravedigger: What jealousy? These idiots chant for someone who's not with WCF and the Hardcore Champion doesn't wanna hear it.
Freddy Whoa: I'd take a look at social media. Phoenix brought these chants upon herself.
Katherine Phoenix: I SAID SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPP! You want your fucking HERO? YOU WANT THAT REDHEAD BITCH? LET HER COME OUT HERE AND I WILL SHOW YOU ALL HOW PATHETIC SHE IS! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE BITCH SO I CAN END YOU!
Zach Davis: Yeah, real tough. Call out someone who you know isn't here.
Gravedigger: We don't know that. I think Twilight's just scared.
Freddy Whoa: Seriously? We all know Kat's calling out a former roster member because nothing is going to happen.
The crowd begins to stir at the idea of Sarah showing up to shut Katherine up, but nothing happens, the crowd begins to boo as they realize Kat was being a coward calling out a wrestler who was not here.
Katherine Phoenix: Awwwwwwww your hero didn't show up. Hahahahahahahahaha. You people are SO STUPID. I already told you, SHE IS SCARED OF ME AND KNOWS THAT IF SHE CAME OUT HERE I WOULD COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DESTROY HER! KATHERINE PHOENIX IS A MILLION TIMES BETTER THAN SAR--
Katherine is interrupted as "What You Want" by Evanescence begins to play over the loud speakers. The crowd begins to ROAR like wild at the idea that someone was finally going to shut Kat up.
Zach Davis: Time to pay the piper, Kat!
Kat's looks scared as the music plays but after a few seconds he just starts laughing hysterically. The music stops and the crowd grows FAR more angry and begin to boo even louder and throw trash toward the ring.
Katherine Phoenix: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA You idiots make it soooooooooooooooooooo easyyyyyyyyy! You really thought she was gonna show up? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That stupid redhead bitch won't ever show up here. She knows I am her better and what would happen to her if she was stupid enough to come out to this ring. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU REALLY THOUGHT IT WAS HER! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Gravedigger: Haha! That was brilliant.
Zach Davis: This is the absolute worst thing I have ever seen. Please cut her mic.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah I seriously can't listen to any more of this.
The crowd is beyond livid and continue to show their disdain for Kat who is just laughing, having a grand old time at the fact she's pissing so many people off.
Katherine Phoenix: THERE IS NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO! NOT LOGAN! NOT BONNIE! NOT ANDRE! NOT YOUR PRECIOUS SARAH! NOBODY CAN STOP ME! NOBODY!
Suddenly, the lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd isn't sure what to think after Kat's trick as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Zach Davis: Not again ... how many times is Kat gonna pull this shit?
Gravedigger: As many times as she wants.
Katherine remains laughing in the ring.
Katherine Phoenix: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You don't have to play that bitch's music again, I already made FOOLS out of everyone here!
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "What You Want" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah Twilight actually walks out onto the stage. The crowd ROARS with approval as Katherine's jaw DROPS!!
Gravedigger: How the ... NOOOO!
Zach Davis: And NOW Katherine is going to have to eat her words or back them up! Here we go!
Freddy Whoa: I don't think Katherine is too happy that things aren't going as planned.
Sarah makes her way down to the ring, her eyes fixated on Katherine the entire time. Kat is now pacing back and forth in the ring with a frightened look upon her face as she obviously didn't know what she was going to do here. Sarah climbs up onto the ring apron, and remains staring at Kat. She is handed a mic and the arena ERUPTS as she steps into the ring.
Zach Davis: I can assure you that this crowd is looking for someone to shut Katherine up and are not necessarily the biggest supporters of Sarah Twilight.
Freddy Whoa: That's an understatement. Twilight is not to be trusted. She's like a snake when she's in that ring, she doesn't hold any loyalties and this crowd hasn't forgotten that fact.
Zach Davis: Exactly, but they do know that Katherine is about to get it and I can't wait to see this myself.
Crowd: SHUT HER UP! SHUT HER UP! SHUT HER UP! SHUT HER UP!
Sarah gets face to face with Katherine who starts backing off a bit. The crowd on their feet with anticipation as Sarah brings the mic up to her lips. Katherine however starts speaking in panicked tones before Sarah can say anything.
Katherine Phoenix: It's ... it's soooooooooooo good to see you Sarah! Welcome back!
She tries to laugh but it comes out flustered as she was still very nervous about the situation. The crowd boos like crazy at the backpedal attempt. Sarah doesn't take her eyes off of Kat and lowers the mic as Phoenix continues to try and talk her way out of this.
Zach Davis: Oh please! Just a minute ago she was calling Twilight out and now she's happy to see her?
Freddy Whoa: I'm not even surprised.
Katherine Phoenix: I realllllllllllllllly missed you Sarah. I just wanted you to come back, that's all.
Crowd: LYING BITCH! LYING BITCH! LYING BITCH! LYING BITCH! LYING BITCH!
Katherine Phoenix: Don't listen to these idiots! They don't know what they're talking about. Let's just go backstage and sort this.
Sarah continues to stare at Katherine. Twilight doesn't look amused.
Katherine Phoenix: Sarah? Come onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! All you need is a hug, don't be so grrrrrr with me.
Katherine extends her arms and moves in to hug Sarah when she is met with a well placed kick to the gut. The crowd is going APESHIT as Phoenix is doubled over.
Zach Davis: YES!
Gravedigger: This is bullshit!
Sarah hauls Kat up and CRASHES her down in the ring with ...
Freddy Whoa: THE TWILIGHT ZONE!!! Phoenix is OUT!
Crowd: THANK YOU SARAH!, THANK YOU SARAH!, THANK YOU SARAH!, THANK YOU SARAH!
Katherine is completely OUT in the ring as Sarah walks around her a few times looking down at her, shaking her head.
Zach Davis: This is the result when your mouth writes checks that your ass can't cash! Kat's mouth finally caught up to her.
Gravedigger: That was an unprovoked assault! Twilight is nothing but trouble. She just assaulted the hardcore champion and she should be arrested!
Freddy Whoa: I'm sorry but Phoenix had this coming for a long time now.
Sarah climbs out of the ring near the announcer's table and starts making her way around the ring to leave Katherine laid out when suddenly she stops, taking notice of something.
Gravedigger: Oh no ... this isn't good.
Zach Davis: Is she looking at what I think she's looking at?
Sarah smirks heavily and the crowd ERUPTS even more as she makes her way toward the time keeper and takes possession of the RING BELL!
Freddy Whoa: We've seen this before, I know it doesn't end well.
Zach Davis: Katherine's seen it as well, up close and personal!
Sarah looks down at the ring bell for a long moment, as if contemplating whether or not to use it. The crowd continues to cheer her on to do so.
Crowd: RING HER BELL!, RING HER BELL!, RING HER BELL!, RING HER BELL!
Gravedigger: These people! Shut up! How can you condone what Twilight is thinking about doing?!
Sarah holds the bell up in one hand as she looks out toward the crowd. ROARS eminate from every section indicating this is what they wanted to see.
Gravedigger: NO! THIS HAS TO BE STOPPED!
Sarah makes her way back into the ring with bell in hand. Katherine is finally starting to stir after suffering a Twilight Zone and doesn't notice that Sarah was back in the ring ... with bad intentions.
Zach Davis: Phoenix is in a WORLD of trouble and she doesn't even know it.
Freddy Whoa: Ding dong, the bitch is dead? Amirite?
Zach Davis: Freddy ... just WHOA with the language!
Kat uses the ropes to pull herself up on wobbly legs and stumbles as she turns around. Sarah takes a running start before THROWING the ring bell FULL FORCE directly at Katherine's FACE! GONNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! The bell CRASHES into her face with a resounding thud. The blow so hard it lifts Kat up off her feet before sending her to FLAT the mat, unconscious. A large gash across her forehead and a busted up nose ... eyes that will surely be black and blue in a few hours and she is completely LAID OUT!!! The crowd continues to ROAR with approval.
Gravedigger: These people are ANIMALS! That could have killed her!
Zach Davis: I would normally agree with the level of violence being very very extreme here but you can't say that Katherine didn't deserve it. She basically brought it upon herself.
Gravedigger: WHAT?! She didn't ASK to be hit with a ring bell being chucked at her like a shot put!
Freddy Whoa: She kinda did, the moment she started calling out everyone from Andre Holmes to Sarah Twilight. She dug her own grave ... no pun intended.
Sarah stands on the turnbuckle in the ring to a round of raucious cheers. Everyone was just elated that Katherine Phoenix had finally been shut up that they truly didn't care what had happened to her. Sarah hops down from the turnbuckle and looks back down at a busted up, unconscious and severely hurt Kat Phoenix who was now being tended to by paramedics. Sarah smirks before walking over toward the ring bell, bending down and instead, picking up Kat's Hardcore Championship that had been dropped when she was. Sarah looks down and shakes her head, smirking as she exits the ring with the hardcore championship.
Gravedigger: And now theft! Sarah Twilight is NOT the hardcore champion! That doesn't belong to her.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think Kat Phoenix will be needing it where she's going. And what's more hardcore than being blasted in the face with a ring bell?
Gravedigger: It doesn't matter, there was no match, she's not the champion just because she STEALS a belt that doesn't belong to her!
Zach Davis: In all seriousness now guys, Katherine Phoenix is being loaded onto a stretcher. We have no idea the extent of her injuries. I can't say I feel sorry for her, but there's no doubt she's in serious condition after that assault.
The crowd continues to cheer and chant at an unconscious Kat Phoenix as Sarah heads to the back with the hardcore championship in her possession.
Seth Lerch: The feed went out again. Yes, during a match involving our World Champion. We'll update the WCF Network when this match becomes available, just like that one XIII and the Deathmatch that Corey Black never wrote, er, uh.... recorded. CREEPING DEATH, RECORD MY FUCKING DEATHMATCH. Nothing says Slam 350 like a missing match. Now, time for me to kick Jayson Price's ass.
Zach Davis: And up next we have ourselves a Philly Street Fight!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
"Master Of Puppets" by Metallica hits the arena speakers as the crowd begins to boo.
Zach Davis: And here comes the boss!
The crowd's boos begin to drown out the music as Seth is nowhere to be seen.
Freddy Whoa: Or not?
Seth's music cuts as the jumbotron flickers to life and the feed switches to the backstage area, where Seth is seen in his office and on his cell phone.
Seth Lerch: Look, I don't care what I said before, this match isn't happening. DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT! I WAS OBVIOUSLY DRUNK!
Seth grabs a duffel bag from the floor and runs out of his office, still yelling to the unknown person on the other end.
Seth Lerch: Tell them whatever you want, I could care less what they think. I'm on my way out of the building now so you're in charge.
Seth hangs up his phone and tucks it away as he shoves open a pair of double doors and enters the parking garage. Seth runs toward his prized lime green 1993 Toyota Tercel, trying desperately to pull his keys from his pocket.
Seth Lerch: God damn it, where are my keys?
Hearing a nearby car door slam shut, Seth jumps and spins around, hands raised.
Seth Lerch: DON'T KILL ME!
Hank Brown is standing nearby, trying his damndest not to laugh.
Seth Lerch: Hank? What the hell are you doing out here? I'm paying you to be an interviewer, not hang out here in the parking lot.
Hank Brown: You're not paying me at all. I haven't gotten a check in a month.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, well, good luck with that. Now get the hell out of here!
Seth turns back around and goes back to looking for his keys. Finally finding them, he pulls open the door and throws his duffel bag into the back. He climbs into the driver's seat and pulls the door shut before trying to start up the car.
Seth Lerch: START DAMN YOU!
The sound of an engine finally turning over causes Seth to celebrate, only for him to realize that it's not his car.
Seth Lerch: Uh.
Seth turns and looks out his window, only to see a station wagon sitting and revving it's engine.
Freddy Whoa: Hey! That's my car!
Zach Davis: Seriously?
Freddy Whoa: What? Hank's not the only one that gets screwed over with his pay checks.
Seth desperately tries to start his car as the station wagon continues to rev. He finally gets it started and he starts to shift when the wagon takes off. Seth braces himself but the wagon comes to a stop. The driver's door open and out steps Cameraman Bob.
Seth Lerch: What the...
Seth gets cut off as a referee climbs out of the passenger's side of the wagon.
Seth Lerch: ...fuck.
Seth tries to shift out of park when a baseball bat slams into the windshield. The crowd pops as Jayson Price appears on the screen.
Jayson Price: Leaving so soon?
Seth makes a move for the door handle but Price slams the bat into the windshield again. Seth cowers in his seat as Price moves around to the door and pulls it open.
Jayson Price: Come on out and let's do this.
Seth Lerch: How about instead we just say we did it?
Jayson Price: Is that what you ask every woman you claim to sleep with?
Seth Lerch: If I say yes, will you leave me alone?
Jayson Price: Bob, you got the bell?
Cameraman Bob holds up a ring bell.
Jayson Price: Then you know what to do.
The referee signals for the bell and Bob rings it.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Seth dives for the passenger's side door to escape, but Price grabs him by the ankles and pulls him back out.
Seth Lerch: No! No! NO! RAPE!
Price yanks Lerch out of the car and lets him drop to the concrete. Seth grabs hold of the car to pull himself up and Price slams the door shut on his hand. Seth lets out a scream until Price rams his knee into the side of his head, driving him into the side of the car. Seth falls over to the side as Price looks down at him.
Jayson Price: Bob, get the car.
Cameraman Bob: Seriously? He's out. You can end it here.
Jayson Price: It wouldn't be much of a Philly Street Fight if we didn't take this bitch to the streets!
Cameraman Bob opens up the back door of the wagon as Price pulls Seth to his feet. Price picks up Seth, carries him to car and throws him in the back seat before sliding in beside him. The referee jumps behind the wheel and Bob starts to follow.
Jayson Price: No. You take the other car and follow us with him.
Price points to the cameraman.
Jayson Price: Move!
Bob and the cameraman hop into another car and both vehicles take off as we watch Price's car from behind.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger you've been oddly quiet all this time. Your thoughts?
Freddy Whoa: Uh, he left like 10 minutes ago Zach. Said something about not being paid enough to commentate on shit this bizarre.
The car with the camera is pulled up alongside Price's car and you can see Price waving his hands and pointing directions. Seth sits up, rubbing his head, and Price grabs him by the back of the head and slams him facefirst into the back of the passenger's seat. Seth now holding his nose as Price slaps him in a headlock. Price torquing on Seth's head until the cars finally come to a stop.
Zach Davis: Is that...is that a strip club?
The sign on the building reads Cheerleaders Gentleman's Club. Price shoves open his door and steps out, pulling Seth, still in a headlock, out with him.
Seth Lerch: Let go of me you asshole!
Price responds with a right hand to the head as he leads Seth toward the strip club.
Zach Davis: Hold up. Can we even show this on TV?
Freddy Whoa: When has the FCC ever stopped us before?
Price throws Seth through the front door's of the club and the music comes to a screeching halt. All eye's are on Seth as he gets to his feet. He turns to leave but Price walks in. Seth turns to run away and he ends up slamming face first into the large chest of a dancer by the name of Misty Mounds.
Misty Mounds: PERVERT!
Seth steps back, hands in the air and stammering.
Seth Lerch: I...I...wait.
Price walks up behind Seth and in one quick motion pantses him in front of Misty. It takes 0.02 seconds for Misty to start laughing as Seth tries to cover his tiny self.
Misty Mounds: My nipples are bigger than that thing!
Seth begins to struggle with pulling his pants back up as Price is too busy laughing to continue fighting. Seth stops and grabs hold of Misty's purse. He pulls out a bottle of mace and turns it on Price, spraying him in the eyes. Blinded, Price stumbles and falls over a table as Seth pulls his pants up.
Seth Lerch: Ha! I got you, you bastard!
Misty Mounds: Gimme back my purse you pervert!
Misty spins Seth back around and knocks him to the floor with one of her massive mammaries.
Freddy Whoa: Did that actually happen?
Cameraman Bob runs into the club and grabs hold of Price as the referee grabs hold of Seth. Both get dragged out of the club as security is seen trying to chase them down. Both get thrown into the car and the referee takes off. Bob and the cameraman get into their car and follow as Misty is seen angrily shaking her fist, causing a boob to fall from her top. The car with the cameraman pulls up besides Price's car as we see both men in the backseat trading punches.
Zach Davis: Are these two going to literally fight all over Philadelphia?
Both cars come to a screeching halt as the camera gives us a look at the front of Tony Luke's Cheesesteaks. Seth shoves open his door and tries to run away, only to trip over his falling pants.
ECW Fans: YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell? Where did they come from?
Zach Davis: Have you never been to Philadelphia before? You can't go anywhere without running into some drunk ECW fan.
The crowd pops as Price steps out of the car and grabs hold of Seth. Price pulls Seth to his feet and whips him into the side of Tony Luke's. Customers from inside begin to pour out of the building as Price lays into Seth's midsection with right hands. Seth gets doubled over as Price sets him up for a Downfall.
Jayson Price: Who wants to see this bitch bleed?
A cheer comes up from the crowd.
Jayson Price: As you wish!
Price goes to hit the Downfall when he's attacked from behind from out of nowhere. Price thrown into the side of Tony Luke's as the camera reveals...THE PHILLY PHANATIC! The crowd boos the Phanatic as he does a dance and helps Seth to his feet. Seth pats the Phanatic on the shoulder and runs inside of Tony Luke's. Price gets to his feet and spins the Phanatic around before leveling him with a massive uppercut. Price looks around for Seth but can't find him. The crowd points to Tony Luke's and Price races inside.
Jayson Price: All right, where are you at Seth? Come out, come out wherever you are.
Price passes by a counter when Seth pops up from behind with a pot full of scalding hot melted cheese whiz. Price turns around and Seth throws the lava hot cheese at his crotch.
Zach Davis: THAT'S NOT RIGHT!
Price drops to the ground, screaming in pain as he tries to wipe away the cheese. Seth throws the empty pan at his head and then puts a boot on his chest as the referee goes for the count.
Freddy Whoa: Despite Seth attempting to melt his dick, Price manages to kick out. And yes, in case you forgot, this is an actual match happening live. On television. And yes, that's the owner of WCF.
Seth looking around for another weapon to use when Price starts trying to get to his feet. Seth instead turns and runs out of the building as Price uses a chair to get up. Seth dives behind the wheel of one of the two cars and takes off as Price stumbles outside.
Jayson Price: GET THE CAR YOU FOOLS!
Price, Cameraman Bob, the referee and the cameraman all pile into the other car and take off after Seth. Both cars begin weaving in and out of traffic as Slam goes to commercial.
Slam comes back with a shot of Price and Seth both laid out on the famous steps from Rocky.
Zach Davis: And we're back! While we were forced to go to commercial, Seth and Jayson Price continued their bizarre street fight through Philadelphia.
A split screen appears as we see footage of Price throwing Seth head first into the Liberty Bell. Then there's Seth with a Philadelphia Eagles helmet on his head, driving it into the gut of Price as he's leaning against the side of Lincoln Financial Field. And finally there's a shot of both men trading punches in the middle of the street as cars swerve to avoid them. Back to the live action as both men sit up on the steps and look at each other. Seth with a middle finger before he hocks a loogie into the eyes of Price. Price with a right hand to the side of the head before he pushes himself up to his feet. Price with another right hand before he pulls Seth up with him.
Jayson Price: I really fucking hate you Seth Lerch.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, well you can kiss my ass. Just remember, you'll always be my greatest failure.
Jayson Price: And you just remember that you'll always have a little dick.
Price with a Downfall onto the steps before he rolls Seth over and hooks the leg. The referee drops for the count.
Freddy Whoa: And one of the oddest street fights I've ever seen has come to an end. Words escape me at the moment after what just happened during the last half hour.
Zach Davis: I wonder if Misty is still working?
Freddy Whoa: And with that we really need to move on.
Slam goes to another commercial break as Jayson Price walks off, leaving an unconscious Seth Lerch on the steps. A hobo is seen approaching Seth and tugging at his pants before the scene ends.
The Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania have finally been waiting for three hours for the all star main event. After the crazy nonsense crap that’s been happening all night, it’s time for the most awaited match for the 350th episode of Slam.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine the number one contender for the WCF World Championship!
Gravedigger: Aw yeah! Time for my boy, Wade Moor, to represent #BeachKrew, and put a down to these fools.
Freddy Whoa: Tonight, we have the former WCF World Champion, Wade Moor against the former two-time WCF World Champion, Steve Orbit against the current WCF Tag Team Champion, Grayson Pierce! What a match it will be, and to face Joey Flash at Aftermath.
“I Can’t Stop-Op-Op-Op-Op…” The lights dim as “Who Gon Stop Me” by Kanye West & Jay-Z blasts from the arena’s stereo system as pink lights flash around the arena until it stops on the stage to highlight Steve Orbit who is dressed flamboyant pimp. All pink, and even the luxurious rub. He stands on the stage, and then walks down to the ring interacting with fans on the way as the crowd is cheering for him.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the first competitor. Hailing from Oakland, California. At six feet, two inches tall. Weighing in at 230 pounds, he is “The Mack” Steve Orbit.
Steve walks up to the apron, and then climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle. He starts moving his hips like they don’t lie, and then removes his accessories only leaving him in wrestling gear especially after kissing his lucky go cross chain. Jumping off the middle rope, he struts around the ring as the lights return to normal, and the music fades.
Gravedigger: Ah, hell no. We can’t have this fool as World Champion or even facing Joey Flash. He barely beat Logan at Explosion.
Zach Davis: Barely but did. Steve Orbit went into a Three Stages of Hell but went out as the victorious one in a long gruesome battle.
While Steve is walking around in his custom made alligator skinned wrestling shorts, and shoes apparel, the lights in the arena dim to produce a small cloud of darkness as “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson is playing around the arena. Wade Moor walks out through the back with his arms spread, especially with that little colorful coat over his shirt. He walks down the ring mouthing off about how he will be World Champion, and how he’s gonna beat the two competitors against. The fans are booing as much as they can, even though he’s barely walking.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the second participant! Hailing from The Everglades! At six feet, three inches tall. Weighing in at 280 pounds, representing #BeachKrew, he is Wade “Poseidon” Moor!
He limps up the steel steps, and limps across the apron. Taking his own sweet time, he manages to walk into his own corner where he places his hand on his back to manage to even stand especially after what happened earlier in the show.
Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor was the last person to face Joey Flash for the World Title at Explosion but came up short as the champion retained. It was one hell of a match but Joey managed to come out on top.
Zach Davis: That match became match of the week, and both men have nothing to be ashamed about. Wade is yet presented another opportunity but earlier he suffered a brutal attack so hopefully he’ll be able to pull through.
While Wade, and Steve are in the ring mouthing, “Falling Higher” by Helloween immediately blasts the stereo system into pieces. Grayson Pierce walks out from the back with the WCF Tag Team Championship belt around his waist. Patting it, he stands on the stage listening to the crowd chant his name for his awaited return in the WCF squared circle. He walks down to the ring slapping a few hands on the way, he’s known for wearing his signature black denim pants, wrestling boots, and fingerless gloves.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the final participant! Hailing from Centereach, New York! At six feet, one inch tall. Weighing in at 220 pounds, he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, representing Rebellution, Grayson Pierce!
Grayson quickly runs up the steel steps, and stands on the middle rope unhooking the belt around his waist to rise it up high in the air. The crowd is on their feet applauding for his return.
Crowd: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!
He hops over the top rope, and into one of the two left unoccupied as he stands alone.
Gravedigger: And welcome back the man with mental issues about who he is. God, he’s a teenager going through phases yet he’s awarded another World Title shot.
Freddy Whoa: Grayson Pierce was put out of action by House of Ophelia because of being framed by K.L Henson for the murder of Mr. Holden. After being put in a coma, we’re glad he’s here, and ready to see what he’s doing.
Ding Ding Ding!
Wade Moor is the first man to leave the ring due to not risking any more pain. The other two look at him like what the hell he is doing but he knows way better. Steve Orbit, and Grayson Pierce circle the ring as the crowd continues to build up the tension with their rumbling. They lock up in the certain of the ring but Wade is on the outside currently watching, and recovering especially from the brutal beatdown he received earlier on the show. It’s a stalemate between the two. They’re equal on paper, and step back after failing to get an upper hand. Circling the ring once more, they lock up until Steve Orbit is the one to initiate a Side Headlock until sweeping Grayson Pierce off the mat onto his back.
Gravedigger: Wade Moor doing the smart thing. In a Triple Threat Match, No Disqualifications, and No Count-outs. He deserves some recovery time man.
Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit, and Grayson Pierce currently in the feeling out process as they test each other’s skill in grappling on the canvas.
The grappling exchange returns back to their feet as Grayson is still held in the Side Headlock until lifting Steve onto his left shoulder. Using his body weight, he shifts Grayson back down onto the mat which gives him enough momentum to swing his opponent over onto his shoulders for the quick pin.
Steve kicks out, and the two get up to have an intense staredown while Wade is carefully waiting for the right time to strike. Grayson steps up, and slaps the chest of Steve with a Knife Edge Chop that throws its way around the arena.
After taking the chop, he’s received a few more until backed up at the ropes, Leaning him against the ropes, Grayson steps back to irish whip him into the opposing ones but Steve takes matters into his own hands to spin around, and throw Grayson into the ropes instead. Wade quickly grabs onto the foot of Grayson, and trips him face first onto the mat until dragging him out of the ring only to fall flat on his face.
Zach Davis: And Wade being a coward to interfere in the beginning sequences of the match.
Freddy Whoa: This is a Triple Threat match, and anything goes. No Disqualifications, and No Count Outs. Wade Moor begins stomping Grayson down on the outside ring mat!
Grayson is being bombarded with stomps from Wade. It takes him a while to stop when he begins mouthing off about why he should be World Champion until he’s just shoved down into the ringside mat face first with a Basement Dropkick right down into Wade’s back. All three men on the outside, Steve helps up Grayson, and fires him off into the barricade where his back crashed against the barricade leaving him slumped. Wade is tossed back into the ring by Steve, and met in there too.
Gravedigger: Come on Wade Moor, get back in this match man! Represent #BeachKrew.
Steve helps Wade back on his feet who is still suffering pain down his back. So he receives a few forearms into his spine which forces him down onto his right knee. Seeing the opportunity, Steve runs into the ropes ahead of him, and rebounds only to quickly Dropkick him down onto his own back again. The pin is made again.
Grayson Pierce made the jump to shove him off after quickly sliding into the ring. He pulled Steve off Wade, and helped him back up to his feet as he continued chopping him in the chest.
Crowd: WOO! WOO! WOO!
Freddy Whoa: Grayson Pierce unloading those chops into the chest of Steve Orbit. Shades of Shawn Michaels, the Nature Boy, Kenta Kobashi, and much more!
He is pushed back into the corner until whipped into the opposing one. Hitting his back into the turnbuckles, Grayson charges across the ring only to leap into the air, and splash his entire weight into the body of Steve which sits him down in the corner. Seeing the opportunity, he walks backwards into the original corner where he grabs each side of the top rope to give himself some momentum.
Pierce charges from the corner until Wade catches him mid-way to sling an arm across his chest, and spin him around into the air before landing on his side to complete a Black Hole Slam. He raises the leg of Grayson for the pin attempt!
Grayson kicks out, and he gets up to walk over to Steve Orbit. Picking up Steve Orbit, he quickly clothesline him out of the ring to ringside.
Zach Davis: Seems Wade Moor wants Grayson all to himself, and you can’t expect to have this match one way when a third party is involved.
Having Grayson on his feet, Wade uppercuts him then drives his knee into his ribs bending him over. He quickly places him on top of shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry until snapping back into the mat for a Samoan Drop. Leaning back, he pulls his leg up for another pin attempt.
He kicks out again, and having enough. He pulls Grayson’s legs into his arm pits while standing to attempt a Boston Crab. Grayson is fighting against it, and quickly throws his body weight to the side that launches him into the ropes only for Steve Orbit to hop onto the apron, and leap sideways with an Enguizuri Kick to the skull that temporarily stuns Wade. Grayson rolls back over to Wade to roll him up onto the mat on his shoulders.
Wade kicks out, and rolls backwards onto his knees only for Steve to nail a Shining Wizard right into his face.
Freddy Whoa: Shining Wizard!
But when Steve stands up, he’s back is hugged from behind of Grayson. Lifting him up, he lands back on his feet until spinning around to the back side of Grayson hugging him from behind. He manages to throw his opponent overhead, and land him on the back of neck with all three men down on the mat.
Zach Davis: All three men are down after a brutal sequence. Grayson Pierce, Wade Moor, and Steve Orbit are putting everything on the line to be named the number one contender.
The first two to rise are Steve, and Wade. Wade shoots forward with a fist into the skull that pushes Steve back a few steps. Steve steps forward with a brutal elbow into the head of Wade that marches him back as well. Suddenly, Wade uppercuts Steve right back into the corner where his body leans back against the turnbuckles. Using his shoulder, Steve is sat on the top rope with his legs on the outside as he climbs up onto the middle rope delivering a few forearms into the head of Steve. Having his head into his pit, and arm over his neck, you know what’s coming.
Freddy Whoa: It’s been setting up! The Super-- WAIT. GRAYSON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
Gravedigger: Grayson, stop being a SPOTLIGHT hugger!
Grayson gets back up, and swings his shoulders under the legs of Wade Moor to Powerbomb him as he completes the Superplex on Steve Orbit with the legendary Tower of Doom!
Zach Davis: TOWER OF DOOM!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
All men are down once again, and Grayson is sitting in the corner hugging onto the top rope as he sees an opportunity. He quickly gets back up onto his feet, and turns his back to the downed men together. Moving his body onto the top rope, he leaps backwards into the air for a Picture Perfect Moonsault as Wade Moor moves away only for Steve to suffer the Moonsault!
Gravedigger: MOONSAULT BY GRAYSON PIERCE! MOONSAULT!
Wade Moor quickly picks up Grayson by the head, and runs with him to drive his shoulder into the steel post through the ropes. Hitting his shoulder, he sits down into the corner only for Wade to charge, and Cannonball his body into his Grayson’s weight that leaves him down on the mat!
Zach Davis: CANNONBALL!
Wade quickly goes on top of Steve for a pin.
Steve kicks out at the last minute, and Wade can barely even stand from the pain coursing down his back. He’s completely pissed off, and wants to this match so bad.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
When Wade stands, he waits for Grayson to get back up. As Grayson stands, he charges straight into the him only to be Superkicked right into Steve Orbit who stands on one leg, and raises his arms to eventually run and Crane Kick Wade down into the mat!
Freddy Whoa: CRANE KICK! THE CRANE KICK!
Grayson quickly runs into Steve Orbit who tries to lariat him but ducks under only to run back and, spear him right down into the mat.
Steve Orbit rolls out of the ring, and leaving Wade to his own demise. No hesitation, he picks up Wade from behind, and leaps into the air to catch his knees digged into his spine before wrapping his hands around his chin to snap him down on the mat with his back contorting over both his paralleled knees.
Freddy Whoa: GOD’S PARADOX! GRAYSON IS GOING FOR THE PIN!
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and the number one contender to the World Title, Grayson Pierce!
Grayson gets up off the fallen Wade, and the referee raises his hand.
Freddy Whoa: There it is. Grayson Pierce returns, and is the new number one contender for the WCF World Championship. This could be his final chance at becoming coveted WCF World Champion if he beats Joey Flash at Aftermath. See you next week!
Zach Davis: What a hard earned victory here by Grayson Pierce!, setting up a FIFTEEN REMATCH with our esteemed champion at-
Freddy Whoa: What the hell!
As Pierce is in the process of having their hand raised, sliding underneath the ropes having snuck through the crowd is none other than the ‘esteemed champion’ holding a lead pipe in his right hand.
Zach Davis: It’s Joey Flash!
Flash holds the pipe up for a moment, measuring Pierce before unloading a shot straight to the back of the head. As Pierce crumples to the floor being completely blindsided, Joey soaks in the boos and holds the pipe like a newly free Excalibur.
Zach Davis: Oh son of a bitch.
Freddy Whoa: He wants a jump on his opponent straight away it seems. How pathetic.
Gravedigger: How genius!
Flash smashes the pipe once, twice, thrice on the abdomen of Pierce before dropping the pipe and rolling outside the ring leaving his next challenger writhing in near unconscious pain on the canvas. Joey snatches a microphone from ringside.
Joey Flash: Isn’t this interesting huh? I did exactly what I said I would do. Wade Moor talked a big game, he was so incredibly confident in himself…then I ripped his balls straight off and sent him fleeing from the federation like the emasculated coward he is.
Joey Flash: Don’t cry for him. He hated you, he hated me. Now he is gone. I told him what would happen when he faced me, I would crush him and his desire to ever step through those ropes again. I guess dreams do come true, it could happen to you too…
He looks into the ring as his next opponent.
Joey Flash: …but it won’t. This is yet another formality, so let’s have the couple of weeks of you building your self-confidence, putting your everything into this match…before I rip everything from you and send you following Wade straight into a path of destructive depression. We won’t ever see him again, and now I’m going to personally remove you from my sight…forever. Ciao, bella.
Slam 350 fades to black as our World Champion, Joey Flash, stares into the screen.