04/17/2016


Slam Intro

Master of Puppets hits.

Zach Davis: Oh great.

Gravedigger: Do you ever get tired of it, Zach? Tired of sounding bored or annoyed when Seth comes out? He's our boss. He pays our checks, he started this company. Personally, I think he's brilliant and can do no wrong ever, in any situation, and I'm proud to be part of his team.

Zach Davis: ....Somehow I doubt that.

Seth heads to the ring, not visibly drunk but maybe so? You never know. He stops by a drunk fan and takes a beer out of his hand, chugs it - "chug" being a relative term considering how much beer you get at sporting events. He then enters the ring and takes a mic from Kyle.

Seth Lerch: Hello... WHATEVER CITY WE'RE IN!

The fans boo.

Freddy Whoa: He doesn't know where we are?

Gravedigger: Do you?

Freddy Whoa: Of course. Some of us don't get flown in on expensive corporate jets because Seth wants us to love him, Gravedigger.

Seth looks annoyed at the fans.

Seth Lerch: I see you're all living in the past. This is the future. We've all used the phrase "Post 9-11 World," but finally.. at long last.. THANKS TO ME.. we're living in a "POST JAYSON-PRICE WORLD!"

Mixed reaction from the crowd there.

Seth Lerch: And In this Post-Jayson Price World, I'm not looking to relive the same mistakes of the past, like trusting stars that, quite frankly, shouldn't be trusted. Men that have no business being the face of MY company. I tried to make Jayson Price the face of WCF, and I was wrong, and I failed. There is another man that I viewed of the new face of WCF, and I'm cutting this experiment off now, before it's too late. He's already a double Champion.

The fans realize who Seth is calling out.

Seth Lerch: JOEY FLASH? GET OUT HERE.

The crowd both cheer and boo in unison as the aforementioned GAWD, The Ghost With the Hammer in His Hand walks through the curtain, World Title on his right shoulder with the Trios title dragging along the floor with the left. Flash raises the microphone held in his right.

Joey Flash: Seth you pencil necked faggo-

Seth Lerch: Let me cut you off.

Joey Flash is, obviously, annoyed.

Seth Lerch: Joey, you're the World Champion. That belt is the bread and butter of my company, and I'm not going to strip you - you'll lose it sooner or later. But your OTHER Championship?

Seth gestures to Joey's Trios Title.

Seth Lerch: I already have Dune's belt in my office, and I can get Occulo's if I must. It was good timing seeing your little Championship team crumble, since we'll be in Mexico in a little over a month..

The fans boo; we've got some Donald Trump fans in attendance.

Seth Lerch: WHERE WE WILL CROWN NEW TRIOS CHAMPIONS.

Flash laughs.

Seth Lerch: That's right. I'm stripping you. In addition to the World Title and Tag Titles shots, the winners of the Trios Cup Tournament will be the NEW Trios Champions!

Joey shifts the belt on his shoulder.

Seth Lerch: So, Joey Flash? Give me that belt.

Seth Lerch doesn't realize what he's asking for - FLASH CLOCKS SETH RIGHT IN THE FACE! Seth hits the mat and is broken open. Flash picks up the microphone of the fallen Seth, stomping that fuckboy in the face once more for good measure.

Joey Flash: I have no idea what the fuck you thought would happen here? Fine, you can have your Trios belt.

He drops the title onto Seth.

Joey Flash: I WAS going to let this slide. I WAS going to let people enjoy this exciting tournament but damn you just had to do it didn't you.

The crowds excitement builds as Flash points at the Trios title.

Joey Flash: I quite enjoy using that belt as weed plate. Just for this, I'm going to fuck about and ruin your little tournament...by winning it. See you in May, faggot.

He stomps on Seth once more *MICDROP* as we CUT.

Gauntlet Match
Benjamin Atreyu vs ???

Coming back from commercial break, the tail end of Benjamin Atreyu's music dies out with him standing in the center of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: I don't envy Atreyu's position right now, he has to open the show with an incredibly intense gauntlet match set up by the Head of Talent Relations and FELLOW House of Ophelia member, K.L. Henson, who has seemed fairly unstable in the last couple of weeks.

Zach Davis: Yeah, this is a fairly odd position for him to be in, and on top of that, there is rumored to be around one hundred and thirty possible participants entrants in this gauntlet match, so Atreyu is going to be on his A-game if he wants to be able to come out on top in this match.

Gravedigger: Don't kid yourself, even if it were Atreyu at his best, and we are talking about a time long ago, this match was a death sentence from the beginning. Just watch, he is going to be exhausted before we get half through the roster, and honestly, so will the audience. The only thing truly insane is that the audience will have to endure it to watch the rest of the show.

Benjamin stands tense at one end of the ring, staring up at the entrance ramp, awaiting his first opponent.

Gravedigger: For those unfamiliar, a gauntlet match is a quick series of one-fall one-on-one matches. Two wrestlers begin the match and are replaced whenever one is eliminated (by pinfall or submission). After a predetermined number of wrestlers have competed in the match, the last person standing is named the winner. However, in this case, Benjamin has to pin every competitor to win the match, but whoever pins him has won without needing to face anyone else.

"Grove Walker" by FLOOR BABA blasts over the PA Systems as the lights dim and aim to the curtain in unison with the downward swell of the song. Henson slowly walks out to the stage wearing his formal attire. A swarm of guards emerge from behind the curtain and surround Henson.

Freddy Whoa: What is Henson doing out here? He couldn't possibly be Benjamin's first opponent, could he?

Zach Davis: With security like that? Unlikely.

Henson is handed a microphone by a stage hand and raises it to his lips.

K.L. Henson: Don't mind me, Benjamin, I'm just hear to watch. Make sure everything goes...according to plan.

Henson absent-mindedly drops the microphone and makes his way down the entrance ramp, moving around the ring and moving towards the commentator's table, hi security following.

Gravedigger: Oh, please no. Don't come over here. Don't. Just don't do it. Of all the places you could be, it doesn't have to be here.

Freddy Whoa: I don't think we have enough headsets for all of them.

Henson sits down at the table, his security standing around the general area, pushing away fans standing behind the commentators, clearing out a twenty foot radius.

K.L. Henson: Hello gentlemen.

Gravedigger: Goddamn it.

Freddy Whoa: We're glad to have you hear, Henson.

Gravedigger: I'm not.

K.L. Henson: Looks like you'll have to go on a sensitivity awareness weekend...yooou.

Gravedigger: You don't even remember my name, do you?

K.L. Henson: ...Greg?

"Free" by Phish plays over the sound system and out comes "Cool" James Cheney. He quickly moves down the entrance ramp, slide into the ring and move into his corner.

Freddy Whoa: It appears Atreyu's first opponent will be James Cheney, who has very few match ups in WCF despite having been in the company almost as long as Benjamin Atreyu.

Zach Davis: Wouldn't it be just hilarious if Benjamin were to slip up and give the match to Cheney?

K.L. Henson: Mister Davis, how short sighted. Think of the bigger picture, for Benjamin to atone for his transgressions against House of Ophelia, it would be far more satisfying if he managed to make it through almost all of his opponents just to nosedive right at the end. It would echo the sentiment of his entire career, so close but so far.

Freddy Whoa: I've been meaning to ask, what exactly were his transgressions.

K.L. Henson: Excuse me? Sounds like you're asking to join him in this match.

Gravedigger: HA!

The bell rings and Cheney runs towards Benjamin, but is quickly met with a big boot, sending him to the mat, Benjamin picks up his opponent, hooks the leg and hits him with A Seraphim's call, going for the pin.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Crowd: ONE!

Benjamin looks up slightly confused by the audience's call.

Zach Davis: Atreyu made quick work of James Cheney.

K.L. Henson: To be expected. So, the fun begins.

Sing by My Chemical Romance plays and a few girls in the crowd cheer. Cryboy McEmo steps out, looking around, wondering if tonight is the night he makes history and finally gets a victory. He heads to the ring, thinking about all of his past failures and wondering if he'll ever find someone to love him. He slides in, climbs the turnbuckle, and raises his arms in the air.

Freddy Whoa: Another member with quite a long history in WCf, but with little to show for it. It'll be interest to see-

While Cryboy is on the turnbuckle, Benjamin pulls him down and hits him with a roaring elbow.

Gravedigger: Black Eye Sonata! Glorious! Take that you dark-haired, fan-fiction writing, emo-listening douche canoe!

Cryboy falls backwards into the turnbuckle. Benjamin irish whips him across the ring, sending him crashing into the other turnbuckle, and as he comes stumbling out, Benjamin hooks his leg and hits him with a Seraphim's Call, going for the pin.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Crowd: TWO!

Freddy Whoa: Another quick elimination by Atreyu. If it keeps going this direction, then there is a good chance that he could end out on top.

Gravedigger: I'm surprised to say it, but it definitely seems so. He is coming right out of the gate with big moves to try and put down his opponents quickly.

K.L. Henson: Just keep watching.

"Something in your Mouth" by Nickleback plays and Benjamin waits in the ring for his opponent to walk out onto the entrance ramp.

Zach Davis: It would appear Dark Horse is Atreyu's next opponent, but its been so long since he has wrestled, he might have forgotten he works here...he might even be dead, we don't keep good track of that kind of stuff.

One of Henson's security guards, begins to trip off his clothing and fake mustache, revealing Dark Horse underneath. He slides into the ring unbeknownst to Benjamin who is still watching the entrance ramp.

Gravedigger: Henson, Dark Horse was there the whole time. Did you have him dress up as a security guard to give him an unfair advantage over Atreyu?

K.L. Henson: I can neither confirm nor deny prior knowledge that Dark Horse had dressed up as a member of my security.

Dark Horse runs up and clubs Benjamin from behind, sending Benjamin stumbling forward, but as Dark Horse goes to follow up on the assault, assailing Benjamin with a flurry of blows, Benjamin pushes him backwards. Dark Horse comes charging forward, but is met with a hard punch to the cranium. Dark Horse looks dazed as he begins to wobble on his feet. Benjamin hooks the leg yet again and hits Dark Horse with A Seraphim's call, going for another pin.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Crowd: THREE!

Zach Davis: It would appear that the crowd is actually counting each pin made by Atreyu.

Gravedigger: People love an underdog, even if it is someone like Benjamin Atreyu. Faced with something as overwhelming as a match like this, especially when spitefully created by K.L. Henson, they will attach themselves to the man who has to face those odds.

Freddy Whoa: I have to wonder how many more dirty tricks like that will be pulled to try and get one over on Atreyu. If it starts becoming a trend, that'll put Atreyu at a bigger disadvantage than before.

K.L. Henson: Oh well, I guess nothing can be done about it.

"Redeemer" By Marilyn Manson plays over the sound system and Damien Von Darkholmes emerges from under the ring with a chair.

Zach Davis: Is he planning on hitting Benjamin with the chair? That'll get him disqualified.

Damien rolls into the ring, throws the chair to Benjamin who catches it, and then falls to the ground as if hit by the chair. Benjamin looks at the referee with a confused look upon his face.

Gravedigger: The idiot wanted to get ATREYU disqualified, but he forgot the part where he needs to wait for the referee to stop looking...Idiot. Just...Idiot.

Benjamin tossed the chair to the side and pulls Damien to his feet, and just as before, hooks the leg, A Seraphim's call, pin.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Crowd: FOUR!

The cheer begins to cheer louder, Benjamin shrugs awkwardly as the referee picks up the chair and walks over to the side of the ring to throw it out, but as he does that Gerry "Pop" Starr jumps out from the audience with a chair of his own, slide into the ring, jumps to his feet, and manages to knock Benjamin in the back with the chair. Starr manages to toss the chair to the side just before the referee turns around.

Zach Davis: Smart move by Gerry to utilize Damien's screw up and get Benjamin while the referee was distracted.

K.L. Henson: You say that as if it was his idea.

Gerry goes for the pin.

ONE!...TWO!...NO!

Benjamin manages to kick out, and Gerry panics, quickly running over the the turnbuckle, climbing onto the top rope. He waits for Benjamin to rise to his feet, and launches into the air for a crossbody, but Benjamin catches him. Gerry tries to escape, but Benjamin, looking quite annoyed, tosses him up onto his shoulder and flips him over so he is facing upwards.

Gravedigger: Could it be?...

Benjamin flips Gerry over and sits out as Gerry lands face first.

Gravedigger: REQUIEM IN D MINOR! We haven't seen him use that move since he's returned. Looks like Gerry pissing Atreyu off forced him to reach deeper into his repertoire.

K.L. Henson: Oh, very interesting.

Benjamin goes for the pin.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Crowd: FIVE!

Zach Davis: Despite how quickly he's been getting through these guys, if it continues at this pace, this'll be the only match we get in.

K.L. Henson: Ah yes, let me rectify that.

K.L. Henson rises from his seat, he gestures and is handed a microphone by a stage hand.

K.L. Henson: Benjamin...friend. I'm sure you're having the time of your life right now, but I'm afraid we're going to have to speed up this process. So this is what I propose; We're gonna start sending them out two at a time. For every one you pin, two more will be sent out. So pin one, get two more, pin two, get four. Pin four, get eight. sure you can do the math from there.

Henson absent-mindedly drops this microphone as well as he sits back down at the table.

Freddy Whoa: Thats not fair!

K.L. Henson: Blame Zach Davis, he wanted to speed up the match.

Zach Davis: Uh oh. I don't see that ending well for me.

"Medio-core" by NoFX plays as The Mediocres Jack Générique and Bob Ordinaire come running down the ramp. Jack jumps onto the apron as Bob slides under the rope. Benjamin quickly charges Jack, knocking him off the apron. Bob leaps to his feet, but is met with a series of left hands by Benjamin who irish whips him against the ropes and as Bob comes running back, he is met with a Black Eye Sonata.

Freddy Whoa: Smart thinking by Benjamin, take them on one at a time, try to even the odds.

Gravedigger: Yeah, but as those numbers add up, what is he supposed to do? That strategy can only work for so long.

Benjamin goes for the pin.

ONE!...TWO...THREE!

Crowd: SIX!

Benjamin slides out of the ring, picks up Jack and tosses him back into the ring while Tidus Strife and Mr. Pennyloafers come walking down the entrance ramp. Benjamin suplexes Jack and quickly gets back onto his feet, preparing for the approaching wrestlers as Tidus dips between the top and middle rope and the other slide in on the other side. Benjamin runs over and drives a knee into Tidus' side, quickly following it up with an irish whip, sending him into Pennyloafers, but Tidus stops right in front of him. Pennyloafers sighs with relief, but Benjamin comes up with a splash, sending Tidus into Pennyloafers, knocking them both over. Benjamin picks up Pennyloafers and hits him with A Seraphim's Call, but instead of following up with a pin, he goes after Tidus, hoisting him up onto his shoulders and hitting him with a Requiem in D Minor on top of Pennyloafers. Benjamin flips Tidus over and pins the two of them.

Zach Davis: You have to question Benjamin' reason for not including Jack Generic in that pin.

Gravedigger: Benjamin is clearly trying to minimize the number of opponents right now. Six fresh opponents is far harder than four fresh opponents and one downed one.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Crowd: SEVEN! EIGHT!

Hardcore McMurderkill, Three Finger Hank, Captain Sparrow Jackson, and Skittlez make their way down the ramp. Benjamin pulls Jack to his feet and hoists him over his head, and as his enemies get close, Benjamin tosses him out of the ring onto his opponents, knocking them all to the ground.

Freddy Whoa: Brilliant move on Benjamin's part. Use his enemy as a projectile and take out a larger number of enemies.

Gravedigger: GODDAMN IT, WHOA, WE JUST SAW IT HAPPEN! YOU DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN IT EXACTLY!...Goddamn.

Benjamin slips out of the ring and picks up Hardcore McMurderkill and throws him into the ring. He picks up Three Finger Hank and irish whips him into the barricade, following it up by doing the same to Sparrow, whipping him into Hank. Benjamin charges forward a gives both men a hard Yakuza kick. Benjamin slides into the ring, jumps to his feet and begins stomping on Hardcore.

Gravedigger: Benjamin has been thinking on his feet so far, but will he be able to keep it up as the numbers stack against him?

Benjamin picks up hardcore and hits him with A Seraphim's call. He then rolls out of the ring and throws in Hank and Sparrow, rolling back into the ring behind them. Benjamin picks up Sparrow and German suplexes him onto Hank. Skittlez makes his way to his feet and climbs up onto the apron, taunting Benjamin.

Zach Davis: He...He has a perfect shot at a distracted Benjamin...and...and he's trying to taunt him to get his attention...its official; Skittlez is the worst.

Benjamin gets his feet and stares at Skittlez with a look of confusion. Benjamin grabs him by the back of his neck and throws him into the ring on top of the others before going in for the pin. Again leaving out Jack.

Gravedigger: Four at once! Ha! Thats hilarious.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Crowd: NINE! TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE!

Zach Davis: The most coordinated I've ever seen the crowd. Counting in time and everything.

Doctor Science, 10, Duck Donaldsworth, The Law, Hugh Jazz, Man 'o Night, Squatting Horse, and Da Ranga make their way down the ramp, and again Benjamin hoists Jack Generic over his head, but as he launches him through the air, the rest of the wrestlers moveo ut of the way, letting Jack hit the ground hard.

Freddy Whoa: Can we get a medic to check on Jack? He might be dead.

Gravedigger: Mistake on Benjamin's part to think that trick would work twice.

The eight wrestler's climb up onto the apron, two wrestlers to each side of the ring. Benjamin looks around the ring, and as the Law attempts to enter the ring, Benjamin charges and strikes him, knocking The Law off the apron. 10 tries to enter on the opposite side, but Benjamin runs over to the other side with a flying knee, knocking 10 down as well. Hugh Jazz manages to make it into the ring, but Benjamin hits him with a big boot, sending him to the mat, but before Benjamin can turn around, Man 'O Night makes it into and strikes Benjamin from behind. Benjamin reels a fist back as he turns around, knocking Squatting Horse in the face with his elbow, and then nailing Night in the face as he lets his fist loose. Da Ranga goes for a double Axe Handle but Benjamin throws another fist. Then another, and another until Ranga is into a corner.

K.L. Henson: Good show, Benjamin. Keep it up. Fight your futile fight

Zach Davis: Benjamin is doing his best trying to keep his enemies at bay, but it seems like his enemies might be too much at this point.

Benjamin hoists Ranga onto the top Turnbuckle, climbs up behind him, and hits him with a super german suplex. Benjamin writhes in pain, but quickly goes for the pin.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Crowd: THIRTEEN!

The Brodine Brothers come running down the ramp and as Benjamin gets to his feet, he is ganged upon by the remaining wrestlers, beating down on him. Benjamin fights back, pushing them away and landing what punches he can.

K.L. Henson: Excuse me.

Freddy Whoa: Where are you going?

Henson stands up and grabs a steel chair, he walks past his security and climbs the apron. Benjamin's vast amount of enemies had him down at the ground, but at Henson's command, they raised him to his feet. Henson looks at the referee who is telling him to get back from the ring.

K.L. Henson: I swear, if you stop this match before there is a clear winner, I will have your ass on the unemployment line!.

Zach Davis: This isn't fair! The match is already INCREDIBLY out of Benjamin's favor. Let him go!

Henson gestures and the wrestlers hold Benjamin still. Henson enters the ring with the chair, reels back and smacks Benjamin square in the head with the chair. WHAM! He reels back again and smacks him once more before they let him go, having him crash onto the map. Henson gestures for a microphone and he is handed one.

K.L. Henson: Understand this, Benjamin. When you question authority, I ANSWER WITH IT!

Henson slides out of the ring as the wrestlers begin to pile on him for the pin, the crowd in an uproar over Henson's actions.

Gravedigger: I have to say, I don't think I've ever seen a match so skewed into a one-sided victory.

ONE!...TWO!...THREE!

Zach Davis: It appears, while we can't call a clear winner. Benjamin has indeed lost this match up.

The referee pulls through the pile and finds Hugh Jazz on the bottom. The referee raises him to his feet and then his hand in victory.

Kyle Steel: Your winner...HUGH JAZZ.

Freddy Whoa: What a shame. What a damn shame. For once in his career, the crowd was pulling for Benjamin, and Henson managed to cut him down.

The screen cuts to commercial.

Adam Young Segment

The arena goes ice cold and then blacksout.

Child's Voice: He's here.

"Wildside" by Motley Crue starts playing as colored lights fly across the entranceway. The WCFtron reads "BTJ" is big red letters as the house lights slow come back up. Out steps Adam Young and Brad Young in old school "Big Time Jerks" t-shirts. Adam is carrying one in his left hand as the start towards the ring.

Crowd: BTJ! BTJ!

Adam and Brad climb into the ring.

Adam Young: WCF did you miss me?

Crowd: You Sick Bastard!

Adam Young: Damn that is music to my ears right there. Now I know several of the little bitches in the back are having to change their Pampers right now seeing me in a WCF ring, well bitches get use to it I'm here to stay. Adam Young signed a Lifetime guaranteed contract for one Seth Lerch last week for so much money I can buy my way out of anything.

Crowd: Welcome back!

Adam Young: Now Seth told me its time for a Trios tourny so I called up good ole cuz right here and he said why the hell not. So we are 2/3 of the way there. Did a phone call to a friend who happens to be wrestling in WCF right now and he said yes, so without further waiting the thrid member of the Big Time Jerks and to prove once and for all we are not the same person I give you Psycho Dragon!

"Epic" by Faith No More plays and out walks Psycho Dragon. He climbs into the ring and hugs both Young's. Adam throws him the t-shirt and he puts it on.

Adam Young: So suck dez nuts BeachKrew you don't know shit about what really happens in the WCF.

Crowd: Fuck the BeachKrew! Fuck the BeachKrew!

Bad News Benson vs Lucious Starr vs Cormack MacNeill

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a Triple Threat match! Introducing first...from Any Skid Row.. weighing in at 220 lbs he is...Bad News Benson!

Zach Davis: Gravedigger has left the broadcast booth. Said something about needing a hot dog. Do you think thats a gay reference?

Freddy Whoa: Why don't you ask him when he gets back Zach?

Zach Davis: No, I don't think I will. Anyway, our next contest starts with everyones favorite anti-social bully, Bad News Benson

Benson walks out to the ring with no music, stopping to smack the candy out of a chlids hand on his way. He climbs the ring steps and pauses to glare at each and everyone in the front row like they stole his lunch money before sliding through the ropes and standing in his corner glowering.

Freddy Whoa: That dude's never happy. What's his problem?

Zach Davis: Not enough fibre?

Freddy Whoa: White dude problems....

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from Akron, Ohio by way of Los Angeles, California...weighing in at 265 lbs he is....Lucious Starr!

Zach Davis: And the crowd doesn't care for this guy either, listen to the boos raining down on him.

Freddy Whoa: I thought Canadians were nice?

The Greatest" by Futuristic hits the PA, pyros flying in all directions as the word 'underrated' finishes. Lucious Starr 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 with surprising agility. 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.

Kyle Steel: And their opponent...from Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in a 285 lbs he is....Cormack MacNeill!

Zach Davis: And listen tot he crowd erupt for Cormack MacNeill. Strange, he doesn't get much of a reaction anywhere else.

Freddy Whoa: Home field advantage Zach. It's a thing ya know.

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.

The pro Canadian crowd pops loudly as he salutes them.

As the drums kick in, MacNeill walks slowly down to the ring, stopping at the end of the ramp to eye his opponents before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. He takes up a position in his corner and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up.

The three men eye each other warily, waiting for the bell to sound.

Zach Davis: All three men in the ring with something to prove, and here we go!

DING DING DING

MacNeill is first out of his corner, hitting hard clothesline on Benson that drives him hard to the mat. He turns in time to catch a hard right from Starr. MacNeill and Starr begin trading blows in the center of the ring, going shot for shot with right hands. MacNeill seems to be getting the better of the exchange and Starr slowly is beaten back into the corner.

Freddy Whoa: There's a dude you dont want to be trading punches with. Starr can't stand with him.

Zach Davis: He's an ex-boxer and a pretty strong guy to boot Freddy.

MacNeill grabs Starr by the wrist and Irish whips him to the opposite corner, but he's met half way there by a back elbow smash from a recovered Benson. Benson begins stomping on the fallen Starr, shouting at him in a fit of rage.

Zach Davis: Wonder if he knows WCF has an anger management course he could take?

Freddy Whoa: Why don't you ask him Zach?

Zach Davis: No, I don't think I will.

He picks the stunned Starr up and whips him back into the corner, where MacNeill hits a spinning spinebuster that drive Starr back down to the mat.

Zach Davis: he calls that move Stone of Kings Freddy. Not sure why?

Freddy Whoa: Really? Read a book Zach.

Both standing men meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading punches. Once again MacNeill gets the upper hand on the smaller Benson and begins to drive him back. Benson droops to a knee and launches a vicious uppercut to the groin that rocks MacNeill, sending him reeling into the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Smart move by Benson. Wasn't very nice, but it was smart.

Zach Davis: Or legal Freddy.

Benson runs at MacNeill, driving a knee into his ribcage, winding the larger man and causing him to stagger along the ropes. He follows up with an eye gouge before dragging his fingernails across the back of the burly Canuck. MacNeill arches his back in pain and slumps against the corner turnbuckle in an attempt to cover his back.

Zach Davis: Using his speed advantage to run circles around the larger man. Cheap shots don't hurt either Freddy

Benson smiles and launches a running high knee, catching MacNeill in the jaw and rocking him. He backs up with a sadistic grin, ready to run in again.

Zach Davis: Looks like he's going for the three points Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: Field Goal! I love the move, just don't want to watch it.

Zach Davis: There he goees...wait a minute....

Benson is spun around by a groggy Starr and gets hit with a superkick that leaves both men down on the mat.

Freddy Whoa: Don't count Starr out yet Zach.

Zach Davis: But he needs to capitalize on his chance by going after MacNeill.

Starr struggles to his feet and charges the corner where MacNeill is still slumped. MacNeill catches him with a boot to the chest, causing him to stagger away.

Zach Davis: He took to long to recover, and now MacNeill is back in the match.

With a desperate suddenness, MacNeill grabs Starr from behind and lifts him up in a chickenwing, before dropping him face first onto the mat.

Freddy Whoa: The Citadel! He's hit the Citadel!

Zach Davis: And MacNeill covers Starr for the pin.

1..

2..

Benson reaches out to break it up, but is just out of reach

3...

MacNeill wins!

Gravedigger: He's one week away from his huge match with Dag Riddik and he walks away with a big win here tonight!

Grayson Pierce Segment

The scene comes back and Grayson Pierce is standing in the middle of the ring. His music stops playing and he brings the microphone to his lips.

Grayson Pierce: Last week I won a match against Wade Moor and Steve Orbit and I became the number one contender for the World Title…

Crowd: (CHEERS!)

Grayson Pierce: And I’m fucking pumped about it, don’t get me wrong. I can’t wait to get my hands around that greasy neck of that snake Joey Flash and pay him back for attacking me with that lead pipe. In case you all didn’t know, he’s afraid of me.

Crowd: CHEERS!

Graysom Pierce: I know, I know, I’m slandering his name by putting words in his mouth, but actions are louder than words and when you attack somebody from behind it tells a greater story than words could EVER tell. And actions are why I’m out here tonight. There will be plenty of time for me to discuss the actions of Joey Flash, but this week I need to discuss the actions of someone else. As you know, Scathe has been a thorn in Rebellution’s side for some time now, specifically Bonnie, and she’s a big girl, and unless she needs my help I let her sort her own shit out. And that was my intention last week. I was going to let her sort out Scathe in the only way she knows how, by kicking names and taking ass…. Wait a minute… switch that. Boy was I surprised when music hit and out comes… me!

Crowd: GEMINI…GEMINI…GEMINI!!!

Grayson Pierce: NO! Don’t get too excited people. Just because the Trio’s Tournament is coming around again does NOT mean for a second that Gemini Battle will be returning. If Thomas Bates and the corpse of Gonzo Murdock decide to come back and fight to defend our championship I will happily join that cause, but under no circumstance should any of you be cheering Gemini Battle. I’m going to make it perfectly clear to everyone who doesn’t understand.

I…AM…NOT…GEMINI…BATTLE!

Nope. Not him. Not Gemini. I swear it. Gemini is… well he’s someone else. He’s a different person painting his face to look like how I used to look, but under no stretch of the imagination are we the same person. I promise you all that this is the truth. I promise you all that Gemini Battle is NOT a good person. He destroyed my life, and it just now is coming back together. He hurt people, he killed people, he threatened to rape people in Mexico. He is a BAD BAD MAN and he should not be cheered in any way. Especially now that he is not my Alter Ego… he is someone else entirely!

I hope you understand what I’m saying. And to prove a point, there’s a special little event right around the corner in May coming up you may have heard of. An event held every Friday the Thirteenth. And I figure, what better way to celebrate such an historic night than to finally put this situation to bed once and for all, so I am officially calling out Gemini Battle. It ends at XIII. YOU…ME… INSIDE A CELL!

I hope to see you there, bitch!

“Gimme a Hell…Gimme a YEA!” begins as he drops the mic and exits the ringside area, ignoring the fans as they reach out to grab him.

Zach Davis: I haven’t seen Grayson Pierce this focused about anything before.

Gravedigger: He’s fucking crazy. He can’t even comprehend that he is doing all those things that he’s been doing.

Freddy Whoa: He should be more focused on Joey Flash and less focused on his personality disorder.

Gravedigger: I hate to do this, but I agree with you there, Freddy. Flash is no slouch, and though he’s not scheduled to compete here tonight, it doesn’t’ mean that he’s not here, and it doesn’t mean that he won’t be prepared for that match at Aftermath. Bitch has gotta get his priorities straight.

Snake Venom vs Brad Young vs Justin Sane

Zach Davis: And now we’re scheduled for a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! With some of the newest talent who have signed with the WCF, this is sure to be a good one.

Freddy Whoa: We’ll be getting to see what the new blood have to offer, what do you think Digger?

Gravedigger: Don’t care.

Freddy Whoa: Well that’s a shame.

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: The crowd seem to like this one.

Gravedigger: No idea why.

"Welcome to the jungle" by Guns'N'Roses starts playing as colored lights filter threw the smoke and Brad Young steps out into the arena. He stomps towards the ring followed by Adam Young. Fans are in awe of this massive monster makes his way to ringside. He stops at the steps and bows his head for a few seconds and then climbs up the ring steps. He wipes his feet and then leaps over the top rope into the ring. Adam stands on the ring apron clapping his hands.

Freddy Whoa: Adam Young’s little cousin, BRAD Young! And he looks like he has some strength about him.

Hard to see by Five Finger Death Punch. Once the music hits after a few seconds of play Sane comes from behind the screens. He walks to the center of the runway and drops to a knee he closes his eyes and says a quick prayer. When he opens his eyes he stares down his opponent/ the ring. He then runs towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope. After sliding in he runs to a turn buckle to climb up and raise his hands. He stares down the crowd with an intense look on his face. He jumps down turning to his opponents

Zach Davis: Some tension in the air right now as the three men stare each other down.

The referee looks at the three men present in the ring, and then calls for the bell. It rings out loudly as the three men immediately close in on one another! Justin Sane and Brad Young look directly at the smaller Snake Venom and smile, each with evil intent. They each attempt to make a grab at the smaller man, but are surprised when he slides between them! He throws a wild clothesline toward each of them, Justin Sane stumbles forward, but Brad Young is seemingly unaffected by the blow.

Zach Davis: This might not be good for Snake Venom.

Brad Young turns around while barking out in laughter, he scoops the 180 pounder up almost effortlessly and drops him forward with a Front Powerslam that sends the ring shaking. Snake Venom gasps out in pain, clutching onto his back as he rolls to the side, avoiding being covered.

Freddy Whoa: Smart strategy right there by Snake Venom, and here comes Justin Sane!

Justin lands a few chops onto the chest of Brad Young, forcing him back a few steps, he then boots him in the gut, doubling the bigger man over. Justin Sane braces himself and sets up for a suplex, he attempts to lift Brad Young up, but the suplex is blocked with a leg hook. Brad Young yells viciously as he lifts Justin Sane up and over his head, nailing him with a suplex of his own! Adam Young looks delighted as he watches his younger cousin go for a cover.

1!

2!

Kick-Out by Justin Sane, who starts to pick himself up using the ropes, Brad Young has his attention turned to Snake Venom, who is up on his feet and charging towards him! Brad goes for a big boot that’s ducked by Snake Venom, who takes Brad off balance and rolls him up!

1!

2!

Kick-Out by Brad Young! He’s now on one knee, about to pick himself up!

SNAP!

Freddy Whoa: Oh my! What a kick by Snake Venom, he may have just knocked Brad Young out.

Gravedigger: That wasn’t too bad.

Zach Davis: Here comes Justin Sane!

Justin Sane wraps his arms around the waist of Snake Venom, and throws him over his head with a German Suplex! He bridges his body and holds onto the lock, pinning Snake Venom with the German!

1!

2!

Kick-Out by Snake Venom, who stumbles back to his feet groggily. Sane nails him with a set of jabs, followed by a hook that backs Venom up into the turnbuckle corner.

Zach Davis: Sane’s MMA background coming into play here, those are some hard shots!

Sane hits a couple of body shots, and winds up to hit him with a deadly right uppercut…

But Brad Young enters the fray! Ramming his shoulder directly into Justin Sane’s back, crushing both Snake Venom and Justin Sane with his wide body! The two men stagger out of the corner, and Young takes them out with a clothesline each. They each get up on wobbly feet, Sane is the first to gather his wits, he charges Young… who hits him with a Samoan Drop! Sane crunches into the canvas, but Young spends too much time getting back up to his feet, before he’s up to a vertical base, Venom swoops in and nails him with a DDT!

Freddy Whoa: He just planted him! It might be over!

Venom hooks the leg of Brad Young.

1!

2!

NO! Kick-Out at two and a half, Venom looks surprised. He hooks the leg of Sane instead now.

1!

2!

KICK-OUT just in time! Venom slaps the mat and gets back up to his feet, before slowly attempting to pull Justin Sane up to his feet by his lengthy hair, he pulls him up to two feet, Sane looks a little rattled. Venom backs up, before charging Sane…!

Zach Davis: SPINEBUSTER by Justin Sane! That took a lot out of both of them!

Venom is hardly moving after taking the spinebuster, Justin Sane is crawling for the cover… but stops upon seeing Brad Young recovering from the DDT he took earlier in the match. Justin pushes himself up to his feet, Brad Young turns around to see him, the two men run toward each other…

And take each other out with a double clothesline! The collision is hard and heavy, both men crumple to the canvas as they take the full impact of each other’s shots.

Freddy Whoa: And everyone’s down!

Zach Davis: You’d have to think whoever can get up first here will have a big advantage.

All three men are slowly working their way up to their feet, each looking a little worn down…

Venom Clotheslines Young over the top rope as Justin Sane pulls Bad News Benson in.

Gravedigger: He gets him up, uh, as much as he possibly can... it truly is INSANITY!

Justin Sane goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: Justin Sane wins his debut match!

The crowd gives the neutral Justin Sane polite applause!

Seth Lerch/Sarah Twilight Segment

We cut backstage to Seth's office where he sits at his desk, not a care in the world. The door to his office opens and in walks Sarah Twilight. She holds a gym bag with her, despite not being slated for competition.

Seth Lerch: Ah, there you are.

Sarah Twilight: Glad to see you're doing well, Seth.

Seth nods his head as he reaches into his desk and removes a manilla envelope. Sarah approaches the desk and has a seat opposite Seth as he hands her the envelope.

Seth Lerch: Every penny is there. Just like we discussed.

Sarah takes the envelope and nods.

Sarah Twilight: You know, I wasn't expecting to be returning from my paid vacation so soon. Though it was worth it. Hell, guaranteed a new champion tonight. I know that's gotta be great for your ratings.

Seth laughs a bit.

Seth Lerch: Oh it is. But did you have to put her in the damn hospital? I have enough shit going on than to deal with that.

Sarah shrugs her shoulder and smirks.

Sarah Twilight: I did what I always do ... make a statement. One that everyone was watching. Those sheep don't give a shit about Katherine Phoenix, they don't even know why they were cheering last week.

Sarah places her finger up to indicate "one moment" as she reaches for her gym bag.

Sarah Twilight: Speaking of which ... I suppose you'll be needing this ... for later.

Sarah removes the WCF Hardcore Championship from her gym bag and places it on Seth's desk. Seth nods as she does so.

Seth Lerch: I guess we're done here then?

Sarah shakes her head.

Sarah Twilight: Not quite.

Seth quirks a brow.

Sarah Twilight: Our business arrangement has worked out just fine ... and you've gotten everything you asked me for. I showed up at Fifteen to make you a LOT of money. I even paraded around with Logan and his rag tag gang to take some heat off of you from Steve Orbit. You asked me to step aside for Beachkrew so that you could correct the Jay Price debacle and I did so ... and you know I hate doing shit like that.

Seth sighs a bit.

Seth Lerch: I know where this is headed. Yes you've done a lot of favors for me, and as much as I would love to give you a World Title match ... I can't do that right now. I just ...

Sarah cuts him off as she shakes her head.

Sarah Twilight: That isn't what I was going to ask for.

Seth lets out a sigh of relief.

Seth Lerch: Oh alright then, what do you need?

Sarah smirks.

Sarah Twilight: As much as I'd love to have my world championship back around my waist ... I'll catch that train on my own. I don't forget things, Seth. You and I both know that. I don't like to leave things unsettled ... so all I want is a match ... a match of my choice, when I choose, and with whom I choose. And don't worry, this has nothing to do with any kind of championship. This ... is going to be something personal. Maybe I'll envoke it next week, or next year. I want that to be for me to decide.

Seth thinks about it for a moment.

Seth Lerch: That's it? You just want one of your crazy violent matches when you decide to have it? That's easy ... done deal.

Sarah smiles and the two shake hands.

Sarah Twilight: Been a pleasure doing business with you Seth. I'm sure we'll have more to come.

Seth nods.

Seth Lerch: Indeed ... Oh and by the way. You might as well hang onto this until later.

Seth points at the hardcore championship. Sarah looks a bit confused.

Sarah Twilight: Okay?

Seth Lerch: Why don't you enjoy a front row seat on commentary for that match. Maybe it'll stir up some ideas for whatever kind of bloodbath you're looking to have down the road.

Sarah laughs a bit.

Sarah Twilight: Oh I have that one covered but ... I might as well enjoy this anyway. I'll be in touch.

Sarah takes the championship and heads out of Seth's office, leaving Lerch there grinning big.

Television Title Match
Vulgar vs Tiffany White

Darkness floods into the arena like air rushing into a vacuum. For several moments the crowd is left vulnerable; skittish women cling to their purses, lest some opportunistic monster comes to tear them away. Before anybody can be truly afraid, however, a blinding, ethereal light bursts from the entranceway and unnerving music begins to fill the air. The crowd sees a figure emerge onto the walkway, silhouetted against the glaring fluorescence. As he creeps his way along to the ring, several fans in the front row are able to make out his features and recoil in disgust.

He’s a monster, but of a much worse variety than the women were worried about.

"A Bolt From The Blue" by Meg Myers

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. She rushes into the ring, bouncing around in thime with the music, and as the song fades out she gets ready for the match.

The bell sounds.

Gravedigger: If Tiffany White manages to get past Vulgar, she better enjoy that belt while she can; she'll have Johnny Rabid to contend with next week at Aftermath.

Vulgar goes right on the attack, taking the Television Champion down with a Clothesline. She gets back up and Vulgar swiftly executes a T-Bone Suplex, sending White flying.

Zach Davis: Vulgar in the driver's seat to start things off, but that means nothing. We've seen Chance von Crank take Tiffany White to the very edge... only for White to come out with a victory. She's tough as nails.

White stumbles back up and Vulgar runs at her again; this time White is able to counter with a Hip Toss. Vulgar is the one on the defensive now; White runs at her and hits a Monkey Flip next. White is to her feet..

Freddy Whoa: She's feeling it now.... but is she on the button!?

White goes for the Rolling Thunder!

Gravedigger: No!, Vulgar gets his knees up!

Tiffany White's back crashes into Vulgar's knees.

Gravedigger: Tiffany White has to already have a bunch of back problems anyway, given her, um.... top-heavy nature.

Zach Davis: Oh come on....

Gravedigger: No need to get dirty, Zach.

Zach Davis: ...

Vulgar gets to his feet and starts viciously kicking White in the head. Not pretty kicks, just sloppy head kick after sloppy head kick. He looks to complete the attack by pulling White up and locking in a Half Nelson.

Freddy Whoa: Half Nelson Sleeper Suplex!

White lands on her feet! She quickly Dropkicks Vulgar, sending him into the ropes. He bounces back and she grabs him from behind, hitting a Backcracker. She then runs to the ropes again...

Zach Davis: There is that On The Button she was going for earlier!

White quickly climbs to the top, without wasting any motion, and executes a Moonsault!

Gravedigger: Queen of Diamonds, she hits it.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Freddy Whoa: Tiffany White defends the Television Championship once more!

Tiffany White rolls away, getting to her feet as Vulgar exits the ring. She is handed the Television Title.

Gravedigger: Not to take anything away from Vulgar, but he's not quite in the same league as Johnny Rabid. At Aftermath, Tiffany White faces her greatest challenge yet.

Zach Davis: Looks like she's up for it!

Kyle Kemp/Andre Holmes Segment

The camera opens on the #BeachKrew locker room with Beaver and Andre playing a card game in the middle of the room while Slam plays on a TV in the background. Johnny Rabid is stretching in the corner while Jared Holmes is sitting in the corner of the room in almost a trance as he focuses on the tasks at hand. Suddenly Kyle Kemp throws open the door and tosses his bag on the ground, he is the last to arrive.

Kyle Kemp: What’s up fellas!

Beaver gets up and greets Kemp with a wild bro handshake and Andre smiles at him. The smiles disappear as a recap of last week's main event comes across the TV. The image of Grayson Pierce pinning Wade is shown and everyone grows silent. Kemp is the first to speak up.

Kyle Kemp: Fuck that! Ignore that shit! I know that Wade lost last week. Big deal. Nothing changes. I win Trilogy and I take the World Title. It just happens a month later than we thought!

Beaver and Andre back away from Kemp as he continues to ramble on as Jared looks on with a growing scowl.

Kyle Kemp: Come on guys! Get pumped! I’m going to go out there tonight and do what Wade couldn’t, I’m gonna pin Pierce. I’m gonna show everyone that we are still the dominant group here! I’m going to show why I’m the next World Champ! You just wait and see.

Kemp turns around but is shocked by Jared who is now right behind him. Jared and Kemp stare at each other but neither backs away. Both just glare until Jared speaks.

Jared Holmes: You need to remember that this is a unit, not the Kyle Kemp show. You're on a streak; great, but don't you go throwing your bros under the bus on this. Plus, you’re facing me at Aftermath; Rabid and I won’t be stacking the deck for you..

Kyle Kemp: I don’t need Rabid to save me. I don’t need you to give me a refresher on the fact that you brought us together. You need to remember that you brought me in because I’m better than everyone else. That I’m Kyle Fucking Kemp.

Jared Holmes: And I fucking made you.

Just as it looks like both men are going to throw punches, Beaver and Andre step in and pull them to opposite sides of the room. Rabid looks on from the same seat and has not moved as he takes it all in as the camera fades out.

Andrew Marx vs CJ Phoenix

Zach Davis: This next match is between two guys needing a win.

Freddy Whoa: That's right. Phoenix needs a win to wash off that loss last week, and Marx is looking to pick up his first win over CJ Phoenix after two previous unsuccessful attempts.

Gravedigger: As true as that may be, these are not the same two guys that fought at Explosion. They both seem a bit unhinged. Marx wants to bring out the darkness in Phoenix like Phoenix did him. He wants to kill CJ Phoenix, and tonight he has the chance to do so.

Phoenix's music begins playing. He runs out onto the stage when the beat drops. He stretches his arms out as he looks at the crowd.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one--

Steel is cut off as Andrew Marx interrupts CJ's entrance by attacking him while he's still on stage.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Marx just ambushed Phoenix!

Gravedigger: I told you that Marx meant business tonight. This is his chance to conquer his demons, and he's going to do everything he can to do so.

Marx brings Phoenix toward the ring, throwing him into the barricade and stomping on him every few paces. The fans boo wildly, but Andrew's unaffected by it as he continues his assault. Finally, they have reached the ring. Marx throws Phoenix into the ring and follows in after him. The ref calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Zach Davis: This match has just officially started, but after that attack, it may already be over.

Freddy Whoa: Marx going for a Gut Wrench Power Bomb and ohhhhhh man what a power bomb there. And now a second!

Marx picks up the lifeless Phoenix and connects on a Double Underhook Power Bomb. However, rather than following with a pin, he makes his way to the apron, hops over it, and goes for a Shooting Star Press.

Zach Davis: Marx hits the Shooting Star Press on CJ Phoenix, and that should be it right there. Marx goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Phoenix kicks out. Marx argues with the referee. After that fails, he begins insulting CJ while raising him to his feet. He strikes CJ's face with a forearm. Phoenix pauses, then turns his head towards Marx before tilting it to the side and laughing. Marx forearms him again. This time, Phoenix starts laughing.

Gravedigger: Yep. It's official. CJ Phoenix has lost his mind. This maniac has been brutalized ever since he walked onto the stage, and now he's laughing!

Marx is furious because of CJ's mocking, so he tosses him over the top rope. Being the only one left in the ring, aside from the ref of course, Andrew taunts the crowd while the ref is counting. The ref reaches a count of four before CJ is nearly on his feet. Marx, not satisfied with the damage he's done, dashes at the ropes and goes for a Suicide Dive, but Phoenix catches him and counters with a Powerslam.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a Powerslam!

Zach Davis: And now CJ Phoenix is taking control of the match.

Phoenix stomps on the downed Marx repeatedly. Then, he lifts him to his feet and throws him into the ring. He brings Marx to his feet and connects on five consecutive Dragon Suplexes.

Zach Davis: A fifth straight Dragon Suplex to Marx and the tide has turned in this match! Phoenix going for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Freddy Whoa: Marx kicks out at two and a half!

Phoenix goes to pick Marx up, but Andrew counters with an eye rake while the ref wasn't looking. Marx takes advantage of this opportunity by hitting Phoenix with a Pele Kick, sending him crashing to the ground. Marx goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO!

Zach Davis: Phoenix got his foot on the bottom rope just in time for the ref to break up the count. Marx stands Phoenix on his feet. He pushes him into a corner and starts wailing on him with jabs, forearms and knee strikes. He goes for one last, powerful knee strike, but Phoenix grabs his leg and throws him over the turnbuckle and onto the steps with an Exploder Suplex!

Crowd: HO-LEE FUCK! HO-LEE FUCK! HO-LEE FUCK!

Freddy Whoa! WHOA! That was a hell of a rough landing for Andrew Marx! His back landed right on the steps! That's got to hurt!

Zach Davis: Yeah, that looks gruesome. The referee is checking on him now, asking him if he wants to stop the match. Marx says "NO"! Marx wants to keep fighting!

Gravedigger: Say what you want about the kid, but he's one tough son of a bitch! That, or that suplex knocked the sanity out of him!

A sadistic smile grows on the face of CJ Phoenix. He exits the ring and grabs a chair. He then makes his way over to Marx with the chair. He's holding his back and is fatigued by the match and earlier attack setting in. Phoenix yells at Marx.

CJ Phoenix: You want a win so badly!? Huh!? Is that what you want!?

Phoenix drops throws the chair in the ring. He then brings himself and Marx into the ring. The ref goes to get the chair out of the ring, and when he does, Marx low blows CJ. Marx tries to follow up with a Power Bomb, but Phoenix flips out of it and hits a German Suplex. He follows it with a bow and arrow submission move that he calls the Crux of Fate. Marx struggles to escape and shows his resolve by fighting to break free, but the pain overtakes his will power long enough for him to tap out.

DING DING DING!

Before Kyle Steel can announce the match ending, CJ Phoenix tosses Andrew Marx over the top rope and outside of the ring.

Zach Davis: CJ Phoenix has snapped! What's gotten into him!?

Gravedigger: It's not what's gotten into him. It's what's left him, and what's left him is his sanity!

After taking a moment to recover from the low blow, Phoenix picks up Marx and leans his body against the barricade with his back facing him. He takes ten steps back, and then charges Marx with a Spear through the barricade. Then, he grabs Marx and puts him in a bow and arrow hold that he calls the Crux of Fate. The referee runs to them to break the hold. Finally, another ref shows up and the two of them break the hold. The refs restrain CJ and bring him back towards the ring. One ref pushes CJ, causing him to push the ref back far enough to follow up with a Spear. The ref in the match goes to try to calm him down, but his efforts are awarded with a Talon Kick to the Jaw. Phoenix yells out "FAAAAAANNNNNNNGGGGG!!!" and then reaches under the ring. He pulls out a 2X4 with two nails neatly protruding from one side of it. He begins to laugh as he inches his way toward Marx, but he is met by about a dozen refs that finally restrain him.

Zach Davis: This is definitely not the same CJ Phoenix we saw last week.

Gravedigger: You're right. He's better now! Seth might not like him though for attacking those refs.

The camera pans to Andrew Marx as two referees help him to his feet and up the ramp. He's in a lot of pain, but he's still conscious and can still move enough to not have to be carried out on a stretcher, surprisingly drawing a cheer from the crowd as they applaud his toughness.

Freezer Burn vs Eddie Felt

“Tommorow’s World” 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 nearby fan, before using the steps to enter the ring.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds… “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.

Zach Davis: Freezer Burn looks ready to go here, surely looking to gain some more momentum after his big win at Slam Three-Fifty!

Freddy Whoa: Yes! And this will be a good match to show what he’s made of against some equally fresh competition. First it was Caleb Ronan, and now he has another challenge in Eddie Felt here tonight.

Zach Davis: These two men will be teaming up at Aftermath, along with current People’s Champion Teo Del Sol in what is sure to be an excellent preview of the action to come in the fast approaching Trios Cup Tournament! But tonight? They must face off against one another.

"DAMN SON!"

The trap remix of the X-Files theme plays throughout the arena and Eddie Felt emerges from behind the curtain jamming to the dank maymay music like any sane man would. He strolls down to the ring, high-fiving fans on the way. He slides under the ropes and hops back up to his feet before ascending the nearest turnbuckle and pointing to his chest while mouthing along with esteemed ring announcer extraordinaire Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: In the ring now, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in tonight at two hundred, five pounds… he is EDDIE FELT!

Zach Davis: Eddie Felt looks as chilled out as ever here tonight. This is the first time he’ll be stepping into the ring without a member of The Pride watching his back, it’s sure to be an interesting one.

Freddy Whoa: You’d have to think Eddie would be looking to secure a victory here on behalf of his team, both he AND Ethan King have fallen short to #BlackBeaver and in turn, #BeachKrew twice in the past few weeks.

Gravedigger: That’s right, they couldn’t match #BlackBeaver once, they couldn’t match them the second time, and now these Pride guys are going to be eating more losses here tonight.

Freddy Whoa: Well that’s one way to look at it.

Gravedigger: Yeah, the right way.

Eddie descends the turnbuckles and chills in the corner, waiting for the match to start as his theme dies down.

The bell sounds almost immediately after Eddie’s music cuts out, the two men walk to the centre, Freezer Burn with a smug smile on his face, while Eddie calls for him to bring it. The two men lock up in the centre of the ring, the bigger and slightly stronger Freezer Burn pushing Eddie back into the ropes, before whipping him toward the other side of the ring. Eddie picks up speeds and rebounds off the ropes, then charges back at Freezer Burn, who hits him with a rough shoulder and sends him down to the canvas.

Freddy Whoa: A showing of strength there by Freezer Burn.

Eddie shakes himself a little and gets back up to his feet, then fires off a wild strike that Freezer Burn sways out of the way of just in the nick of time. He replies with a vicious jab to the throat that sends Eddie staggering, clutching at his throat as he struggles to breathe. In one swift movement, Freezer Burn scoops Eddie up and drops him to the mat with a body slam, then goes for a deadly stomp with all of his force behind it! Eddie’s eyes widen and he rolls out of the way up to his knees, but Freezer Burn has already gone in pursuit of him, grabbing Eddie by the throat and squeezing harshly. The referee moves in and tries to pull Freezer Burn off, but is unsuccessful. He starts a count, Freezer Burn chuckles and shoves Eddie face down into the mat, before hooking the leg and going for a cover.

1!

Early kick-out by Eddie, who looks somewhat rattled. Freezer Burn grabs him by the head forcefully and begins to pick him up, as both men reach their feet Eddie nails him with a desperation headbutt that crushes against Freezer Burn’s forehead.

Zach Davis: That looked mean.

Freddy Whoa: That’s because it was, Zach.

Eddie throws a flurry of strikes that crash off of Freezer Burn’s head and torso, he then leaps up into the air and extends his feet out, popping Wayne with a dropkick that sends him staggering backward. He shakes his head hurriedly and moves back toward Eddie, only to be caught quickly and hit with a Snap Suplex! Wayne’s back hits the canvas hard, he pulls himself back up to his feet and gets taken out with by a wild clothesline, courtesy of Eddie Felt! The latter drops down for a cover.

1!

Kick-Out by Wayne, who looks somewhat flustered by Eddie’s brawling style, Eddie grins as he pinpoints a location on Wayne’s head and starts to batter him with a set of pinpoint punches that repeatedly land, Wayne covers up as best as he can, the referee eventually pulling Eddie Felt off. The referee unable to see the subtle Eye Poke that Freezer Burn executes slightly as the two are broken apart.

Freddy Whoa: Hey! Did you see that?

Gravedigger: Nope. Not a thing.

Wayne slowly recuperates, pulling himself back up to his feet using the ropes, Eddie’s vision is blurred and out of focus from the eye poke he received, he rubs at his eyes and then sees Freezer Burn standing in the corner, he rushes forward in an explosion of movement, but Wayne smartly catches him with a drop toe hold that sends Felt face first into the middle turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Ouch!

Eddie looks a little out of sorts as he staggers back up to his feet, straight into a lightning quick left handed back fist that crashes off his jaw and drops him!

Freddy Whoa: He calls that The Fastest Left Hand In The World, and judging by the way he nailed Felt… I may have to agree!

Wayne smiles as he glares down at Eddie, before laying a foot over his chest, beckoning for the referee to count the pinfall.

1!

2!

Felt throws the shoulder up just after the count of two, Wayne looks a little amused. Using both hands, he picks Eddie up by the head, before attempting to get him in position…

Zach Davis: Looks like he’s setting up for “Absolute Zero!”

Eddie writhes in Wayne’s grasp and manages to drop directly behind him… he immediately takes advantage of the off-balance Freezer Burn and lifts him up for a backdrop driver…

WHAM!

It connects! Freezer Burn crunches off the canvas, sending the ring shaking in all directions, Eddie drapes an arm over his chest, not bothering to hook the leg.

1!

2!

Now it’s Wayne’s turn to get the shoulder up just after two! Eddie sits up and wipes at his forehead with the back of his hand, before shaking his head and pulling himself back up to his feet… he looks at the crowd with a wide eyed look before pointing to Freezer Burn and slapping his knee, as if calling for it…

Freddy Whoa: He’s ready to nail him with that deadly knee we’ve seen from him once before…

Wayne is slowly bringing himself back up to both knees, Eddie is watching him intently… just as Wayne is on both knees, he moves forward…

But before Eddie can connect with anything, he’s nailed with a high-impact superkick from Freezer Burn, that catches him directly on the jaw and sends him crumpling back down to the canvas, arms and legs spread out in an ‘X’ shape.

Gravedigger: He just knocked him the fuck out!

Freezer Burn seems to think so too, as he gloats a little before dropping down over Felt to make a cover.

1!

2!

3!

Zach Davis: NO! Not quite, Felt just BARELY manages to get the shoulder up.

Freezer Burn looks down at Felt with disdain, slapping the side of his face disrespectfully before egging him to get back to his feet, he lifts him up by the armpits and pulls the near lifeless form of Felt back up to his feet…

Wayne is ready to pick Felt off his feet, but is taken by surprise as Eddie goes for a desperation roll-up pin attempt, but instead of keeping his shoulders pinned to the mat, he pushes Freezer Burn further along, until he’s kneeling right in front of him!

Zach Davis: What the?

Eddie Felt pops up quickly and sends his knee flying straight into the face of Freezer Burn, who takes the full impact of the running knee and goes limp, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his flop to the side.

Freddy Whoa: The Truth Is Out There!

Slowly, Eddie drapes an arm over Wayne.

1!

2!

3!

Zach Davis: And he does it! Eddie Felt scrapes out with a victory here against an impressive prospect in Freezer Burn!

Freddy Whoa: It was a hard-fought battle, but after the past couple of weeks Eddie’s had, you’d have to think he more than deserved this.

Eddie is assisted to his feet by the referee, who then raises his arm. Eddie smiles sheepishly at the camera, before dropping down to the ring floor and rolling to the outside.

Gravedigger: He got lucky.

Zach Davis: Whatever you say, Digger.

Freddy Whoa: It isn’t long before these two men are forced to work alongside one another, will they be able to coexist for their match at Aftermath?

Zach Davis: Only time will tell.

Slam fades to commercial break.

United States Title Contendership Match
Steve Orbit vs Ethan King

"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."

The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit steps out onto the stage. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. Orbit struts to the ring, taking time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ring hang. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips as the crowd pops. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and stretches in the corner, waiting for the match to start.

The opening beat from “Coloris” starts to echo throughout the arena, the fans start to stamp their feet and clap their hands along with the rhythm.

“Welcome To The Future.”

Out comes the man behind the King brand, Ethan King! Donning a white and gold mask, he leaps up onto the entrance ramp, all hyped up and ready to go. He points out into the sea of fans as he strides down to the ring, clapping the hands of the WCF Universe .

Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring... representing 'The Pride', from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at 225 pounds... ETHAN... KING!

Upon reaching the ring, he bounds up onto the apron, pumping his fist excitedly, before swinging himself up and over the top rope, landing lightly on his feet, and bowing to the crowd. To the people on his left first, then the right, and finally, the middle.

Once finishing with the bows, he walks to the turnbuckle corner, clapping his hand against his chest, as if psyching himself up for the match to come.

Gravedigger: Not sure how this is going to go. On one hand, Steve Orbit is a failure and fraud of a main eventer; on the other hand, Ethan King is a tag team specialist, and thus, a jobber in singles matches.

Zach Davis: ...Do you get paid to just make our talent look bad!? You couldn't be more wrong.

Gravedigger: Sorry. I've been compared to the JBL of WCF and I just thought I'd try to really step it up.

Steve Orbit and Ethan King circle each other and carefully tie up.

Freddy Whoa: In my opinion, despite some of the talk from these men, I think they respect one another. Ethan King has been nothing but impressive since debuting, and Steve Orbit is a future Hall of Famer. They're not going to take each other lightly. And if they do.... they'll be done.

Neither man can get the better of the other for several moments before finally Steve Orbit is able to push Ethan King to the ropes. Orbit fires off a quick jab but King ducks away from it and faces Orbit, who now has his back to the ropes; King presses himself into Orbit and the ropes and then whips Orbit across the ring. As Orbit comes back he goes for a Dropkick. Orbit stops dead in his tracks and grabs King by the feet as King's back hits the mat. Orbit quickly hits several kicks to King's inner thigh before running to the ropes and then hitting a Running Senton and going for a pin.

One.

Two.

No, King with the shoulder up.

Zach Davis: All in all, you have to consider this the biggest match of Ethan King's WCF career thus far. But now Steve Orbit has taken the driver's seat.

Orbit gets back up and stomps King a few times. He lifts him up and quickly executes a Snapmare before locking him into a Sleeper. After a few moments the crowd comes alive.

Crowd: LET'S GO OR-BIT!

Crowd: ETH-AN KING!

Crowd: LET'S GO OR-BIT!

Crowd: ETH-AN KING!

Despite the split crowd their energy wills King to his feet and he jabs his way out of Orbit's Sleeper. King hits the ropes and hits Orbit with a running Forearm Smash. Orbit is stunned and King is able to follow up with a Russian Legsweep, taking the former World Champion down. King quickly hits a Jumping Knee Drop before going for a pin of his own.

One.

Two.

Orbit kicks out!

Zach Davis: Second nearfall of the night there, the young upstart Ethan King now in charge!

King lifts Orbit and throws him to the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Orbit with the quick counter!

Orbit Springboards... King catches him!, and quickly executes a Fallaway Slam! King is right on top of him with another pin attempt.

One.

Two.

Another kickout!

Gravedigger: Steve Orbit won't be pinned that easily, he still has his Pride. Unlike King and Felt. Get it? Because of the third guy that disappeared? Get it?

Zach Davis: Shut up.

King grabs Orbit's right arm and puts him into a Cross Armbreaker.

Freddy Whoa: King isn't usually a big submission guy, but you have to wonder, is he trying to hurt Orbit's arm to make his Pimp Slap less effective? It would be a wise move if so.

The crowd comes alive again.

Crowd: LET'S GO ORBIT!

Crowd: ETH-AN KING!

Crowd: LET'S GO ORBIT!

Crowd: ETH-AN KING!

Orbit reaches the ropes and forces Ethan to break the hold. Ethan takes Orbit by the leg to pull him back into the center of the ring but Orbit kicks him away. King rushes him and Orbit hits him with a surprise rollup!

One!

Two!

No!, King escapes it.

Gravedigger: Orbit almost stole it there! Even after he just escaped a submission move. That's what you get when you're in there with a veteran; he knows every trick there is to know.

Both men are to their feet now and rush each other and begin simply trading sloppy blows. Orbit gains the advantage and throws King to the ropes. King Moonsaults.

Zach Davis: FLIPPIN OUT!

No!, Orbit expected the trademark move and Dropkicks King! Orbit quickly scurries on top of him.

One!

Two!

No!, King kicks out.

Freddy Whoa: I'd say Orbit is firmly in control now, he's gone for the last few pinfalls.

Orbit slows down the pace, kicking King several times, picking his spots. He lifts King up and hits him with a few forearms before throwing him to the ropes again. King is too out of it to go for any reversals and as he comes back Orbit hits a Flapjack. King gets back up, holding his gut, and Orbit follows up with a Gutwrench Powerbomb into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Gravedigger: NO!, another kickout by Ethan King!

Orbit gets up, ever the professional, not frustrated. He puts King into a Boston Crab.

Zach Davis: The veteran here, dictating the pace of the match.

Freddy Whoa: We've called Steve Orbit a veteran, a future Hall of Famer, several times in this match; however, let's not kid ourselves. He's had a lot of success, but it was in a very short period of time; he's still a young man, he's still in peak physical condition.

Gravedigger: Which is bad news for Ethan King, because of King expected someone he could out-speed, he's mistaken.

Ethan King crawls wildly towards the ropes, knowing he needs to get out of this, and fast. He's able to get there relatively quickly. Being the veteran he is, Orbit waits an extra moment or two before releasing.

Zach Davis: You'll also notice Orbit isn't rushing things. He isn't going for a trademark or a finisher; he's wearing this young man down and not opening himself up to make a mistake.

King uses the ropes to get up, his legs clearly hurting. He turns into the waiting arms of Orbit.

Gravedigger: Into the Fireman's Carry!-

King wiggles, shifts his weight, and lands behind Orbit! Orbit quickly turns and is practically taken out of his boots by a European Uppercut. Orbit is spun around and King grapples him, hitting a German Suplex!, into the bridge pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Orbit kicks out!

Freddy Whoa: Kickout from Orbit!, but unlike before, he's not getting right back up! Ethan King has a chance here!

King looks down at Orbit, who is slowly but surely struggling to his feet. When the timing is right, King runs, Springboards...

Zach Davis: FLIPPIN OUT!

NO!, ORBIT HITS KING WITH A PIMP SLAP!

Gravedigger: THERE IT IS!

Orbit drops on top of Ethan King, covering him confidently.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: NO! King's foot is on the ropes!

At the last second, Ethan King was able to get his foot on the bottom rope! Orbit pulls King into the middle of the ring and pins him again.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, King kicks out this time.

Freddy Whoa: The Pimp Slap is a psychological move as much as it is a punishing one, and King was able to slightly regain his composure there. But he's got to get his momentum back.

Orbit lifts him and goes for a Vertical Suplex, but King shifts his weight once more.

Zach Davis: PELE KICK!

Ethan King hits the Hotline! He backs up just enough so he can position himself perfectly....

Gravedigger: KILLIN IT WITH FIRE! ETHAN KING HITS IT!

Ethan King scrambles over Steve Orbit and the fans are on their feet!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: NO! NO! STEVE ORBIT KICKS OUT!

The fans are in disbelief.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit just kicked out of Ethan King's best! What does King have to do?

Frustrated, King lifts Orbit up and grapples him from behind, but Orbit knows it is do or die. Orbit elbows his way out of it and switches behind...

Gravedigger: HONEY DIP INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!

King hits the turnbuckle hard. Tired, hurting, Orbit works his way to the top....

Freddy Whoa: It's over. Here it comes.... OAKLAND SPLASH!

KING ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Gravedigger: Ethan King with the presence of mind to avoid the Oakland Splash! Unbelievable.

Both men lay on the mat, unable to move. The referee is forced to count.

ONE!...

TWO!..

THREE!..

Zach Davis: This match is going to go to whoever is able to get up first!

THREE!..

FOUR!..

FIVE!..

Freddy Whoa: That's IF anyone can get up! King hit his head, Orbit just got hit with two huge moves and missed one of his own.

SIX!..

SEVEN..

EIGHT!..

Gravedigger: They're stirring!

NINE!...

Zach Davis: Come on guys!

TEN!

Freddy Whoa: The bell sounds.

The fans begin to boo. By now, a second too late, both Orbit and King have managed to pull themselves up.

Gravedigger: What does this mean for the United States Title? What does this mean for Mikey eXtreme?

Orbit and King both look to Kyle Steel for answers.

Kyle Steel: This match has been declared... A DRAW!

The fans boo.

Gravedigger: Look! Mikey eXtreme is on the ramp!

Mikey is clapping, the United States Title over his shoulder.

Zach Davis: I think he thinks this mean he doesn't have to defend at Aftermath.

Gravedigger: Well why should he? Why should he defend against two losers?

Orbit and King both glare towards Mikey as Kyle continues.

Kyle Steel: As such, I've been told that BOTH MEN will compete for the United States Title at Aftermath!

The crowd explodes! Mikey mouths "WHAT!?" and he'd probably run down and attack Kyle if his two challengers weren't already in the ring.

Zach Davis: Unlike other companies, the WCF has an extreme level of competition, no pun intended. Sometimes, draws happen. And tonight the aftermath of this draw leads to a hell of a PPV match!

Freddy Whoa: These two put it all on the line here tonight.. I can't wait for next week!

Orbit and King eye one another as Mikey continues to flip out and we go to commercial.

Non-Title Match
Teo Del Sol vs Mikey eXtreme

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is schedule for one fall!

The crowd explodes as the familiar riff to “Kickstart my Heart” tears through the stadium. Not a single fan is seated as a massive burst of applause echoes throughout the entire arena! The camera cuts between ecstatic fans before finally catching a glimpse at the top of the arena steps!

Teo del Sol appears, a simple WCF T-shirt over his blue jeans and ring gear, holding the People’s Championship proudly over his head! He makes his way through the crowd, who all offer pats on the back and words of encouragement.

Zach Davis: And here we are, another champion versus champion match for del Sol!

Freddy Whoa: He may have gotten past McMorris, but he has a far bigger load on his plate tonight!

Teo hops over the barrier and turns, holding his hands up to the fans in gratitude. They respond with a raucous cheer as he slides under the ropes, springing to his feet with a handspring as he bounds to the corner to await the opening bell.

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 del Sol with a malevolent look.

Zach Davis: Mikey looks like he’s all business tonight.

Freddy Whoa: after the Tirade Teo launched against him, that hardly seems surprising.

Mikey signals his entourage to the back, then goes to his corner, eyes never moving from the People’s Champion.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The bell barely has time to sound before Mikey explodes out of the corner, catching Teo off guard! He grabs him roughly by the head and hurls him to the ground, stomping him repeatedly around the head and shoulders! Teo covers up from the punishment, but Mikey is relentless!

Zach Davis: And this one is off like lightning! Extreme is going crazy!

Freddy Whoa: He is showing no respect for del Sol, he’s going to try to end this one before it gets started!

Mikey’s aggression backfires however, as del Sol rolls out of the way of a hard stomp, spinning to catch Mikey with a drop Toehold! Mikey falls face first towards the canvas, and del Sol grabs the bottom rope, rolling to the apron with enthusiasm!

Mikey springs to his feet, seeing the slingshot move coming, and rolls out of range. He cockily grins at del Sol, who is left standing on the apron, before turning towards the audience with a mocking gesture.

Gravedigger: What ring sense from our US Champion! He knows that del Sol can’t clear the entire ring.

Freddy Whoa: But I think he’s going to try!

del Sol is having none of it, and launches himself over the top rope anyway! Despite the distance, he manages to clear enough distance to catch Mikey from behind with a slingshot dropkick! Mikey tumbles forward in shock, clinging to the middle rope to avoid falling to the outside as del Sol pursues!

Freddy Whoa: Maybe del Sol can actually fly, guys!

Zach Davis: What, like superman?

Gravedigger: More like a lame duck.

Mikey is hanging on to the middle rope from the apron, but hasn’t quite recovered from the impact. Del Sol sees an opportunity and runs, throwing himself over the top rope with a sunset flip powerbomb to the outside!

Freddy Whoa: Holy cow!

Mikey goes crashing back first into the ringside barrier as del Sol pauses to high five several fans in the front row. He turns towards the fallen US champion, measuring him for a running maneuver. The crowd calls out as he runs forward for a shining wizard!

Crowd: oooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOH!

No! Just as del Sol leaves the ground, Mikey jumps up with a hard right hook across his jaw! The momentum from the punch leaves del Sol staggered, and he collapses like a sack of potatoes!

Freddy Whoa: What a shot from Mikey Extreme!

Zach Davis: He was just playing possum!

Mikey grabs Teo now and hurls him end over end into the ring steps, which respond with an audible CRASH! He cracks his neck as Teo struggles to recover, but before the People’s champion can move, he slams his head across the steps!

Freddy Whoa: Shouldn’t the ref be counting?

Gravedigger: You know the fans don’t want this one to end in a count-out, Freddy!

Mikey seems to get an idea, and wraps del Sol’s arm around the ring post, leaving him leaning against the steps. He turns and goes far enough to get a running start as the audience poors down boos!

Zach Davis: del Sol trapped against those steel steps!

Freddy Whoa: Come on ref! There’s no way that this should be allowed!

Mikey Extreme comes running full steam at del Sol, aiming a missile dropkick right at his head as squeamish fans cover their eyes!

Freddy Whoa: I can’t watch!

No! del Sol manages to free himself at the very last instant, leaving Mikey to crash headlong into the steps! Mikey falls to the ground, shaken from the impact, and del Sol responds immediately by hopping onto the apron and throwing himself into an elbow drop onto the fallen foe!

Zach Davis: Del Sol with that innovative offense!

The referee however has finally seen enough, and orders del Sol to return the action to the ring. Del Sol nods affirmatively and grabs Mikey, pulling him to his feet.

But Mikey grabs the People’s champion across the face with an eye rake! The mask does little to protect him, and he clutches in pain at his face as Mikey hurls him back into the ring!

Freddy Whoa: Mikey Extreme taking a shortcut here!

Zach Davis: And I think he’s going to take another!

Mikey turns towards the audience and snatches a beer bottle from the front row!

Freddy Whoa: Come on now, don’t do this!

Gravedigger: No, do, please! I’m sick of listening to that goodie two shoes!

The referee warns extreme, but Mikey responds by brandishing the bottle threateningly at the referee. Del Sol is down, and isn’t able to prepare himself as Mikey winds up the bottle…

But no! Del Sol ducks the blow and tackles Mikey around the midsection! He shoves through him, knocking the bottle to the ground where the referee quickly hurls it from the ring.

Del Sol shoves Mikey into the corner, barely even thinking at this point, then continues ramming him across the midsection with tackles! Mikey at first tries to block, but begins to wither under the repeated punishment as the audience counts along!

Crowd: Eight! Nine! Ten!

Zach Davis: Nonstop shoulder blocks from del Sol! He has the US Champion trapped in the corner!

Del Sol finally ceases, but as he moves backwards, he throws a roundhouse across Mikey’s jaw! Mikey clings to the top rope to stay standing as del Sol turns towards the audience and raises his hands triumphantly while they respond with cheers.

This proves to be a mistake though, as Extreme grabs del Sol from behind and hurls him headfirst into the same middle turnbuckle! Del Sol collides headfirst with the steel ringpost and is visibly rocked by the impact!

But Mikey isn’t done, and hurls himself at the People’s Champion, landing a double knee strike to his back! Del Sol crumples in the corner as Mikey begins stomping him repeatedly! The referee orders Mikey to stop, as del Sol is at risk of serious injury, but Mikey is relentless!

Zach Davis: The referee trying to keep this one kosher here!

Gravedigger: Yeah, but where was he when del Sol was tackling Mikey?

Freddy Whoa: There’s a difference between a shoulder tackle and a stomp to the face, Digger!

Gravedigger: Yeah, one actually does something!

The referee gives Mikey a 4-count, and Mikey finally relents, allowing del Sol only a brief respite before spitting on the luchador!

Zach Davis: That’s just disrespectful!

Gravedigger: USA! USA!

Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger’s Mic cut again in 3…2…

Teo lays in the corner as Mikey turns and runs towards him…

Landing eXtinguished on the fallen foe! Teo’s head bounces like a grape on a string before Mikey pulls him roughly into a cover!

1…

2…

No! Teo gets his shoulder up! Mikey shakes his head in visible frustration and slams a right hook across the Luchador’s Jaw before grabbing another cover!

1…

2…

No! Teo still manages to kick out. Mikey grabs his hair and seems ready to explode, but manages to keep his cool just a little longer, grabbing the luchador and picking him up to his feet!

Zach Davis: I think Mikey’s ready to end this one, guys!

Gravedigger: ….

Freddy Whoa: He could be thinking…

Mikey grabs Teo roughly from behind and picks him up in a reverse chokeslam…

And hits eXplosion! Teo lays limp from the move as a genuine sadistic smile comes over Extreme’s face. He turns towards Teo, putting his boot across the Luchador’s chest and holding his arms up victoriously.

One…

Two…

Three...

No! The Luchador springs to life for one last gasp! A look of pure outrage comes over Mikey’s face as he jumps on the luchador and begins raining down punches!

Zach Davis: Mikey has lost it here!

Freddy Whoa: But Teo is refusing to give up!

Shot after shot lands as Mikey relentlessly beats the Luchador about the head, his fists beginning to bloody from the endless punishment!

Gravedigger: What? The bell has sounded.

The fans are confused as Mikey grabs the referee by his collar for a second before letting him go. Kyle makes the official decision.

Kyle Steel: The referee has stopped the match. The winner, by referee's decision... is the United States Champion... MIKEY EXTREME!

The fans boo.

Zach Davis: You've got to imagine Mikey was pissed once he realized he had to defend against veteran Steve Orbit AND young up and comer Ethan King at Aftermath!, and he just took it out on our People's Champion.

Freddy Whoa: But Teo Del Sol couldn't be beaten, Zach. The referee ended it, but Teo Del Sol could not be beaten.

Teo rolls out of the ring as Mikey climbs up one turnbuckle to celebrate as we go to commercial.

John Gable/Andre Aquarius vs Logan/Dag Riddik

As we come back from commercial, both the Beach Krew and the Family are already in the ring. We're seeing this from a monitor, however; a monitor being watched by none other than Seth Lerch.

Zach Davis: Hm. Why has Seth taken interest?

Gravedigger: Who knows. He's had a longstanding relationship with the #BeachKrew, and his history with Logan, both positive and negative, is well documented as well.

We go back to ringside. The bell rings and the match begins. John Gable starts off for his team as does Dag Riddick. The crowd roars in anticipation of this highly awaited match up. Gable and Dag circle each other.

Zach Davis: Dag Riddick and John Gable have had some words lately and it looks like those words are going to become action right here, right now.

Then Dag tags Logan while laughing maniacally through his matted unkempt beard.

Logan leaps over the top rope and an even stronger buzz is heard as two legends of the industry circle each other for their inevitable faceoff. They lock up and Gable, the stronger and more technically sound of the two turns it into a reverse arm bar. He takes him down, holding onto the arm bar and then let’s go, spins around on Logan’s back and leaps to his feet and poses to the crowd.

Gravedigger: John Gable is one of the best all-around wrestlers this sport has ever seen. Logan is good, but he can’t keep up with Gable in a wrestling match.

Andre bows down to the longest reigning TV Champion of all time as he watches Logan get to his feet with frustration in his eyes.

Freddy Whoa: The crowd is cheering these two, not because of the way they treat the crowd or the roster, but because of the long standing tradition of good wrestling that these two men always bring into the ring.

They lock up again and again Gable gains the upper hand by tossing Logan into the ropes. Logan bounces off and comes back by diving towards Gable’s legs and taking him down with a front chop block, he then ravages Gable with vicious blows, punches to the face and guy as Gable covers up but Logan is relentless. Finally, under his own volition Logan gets up and spits on the ground next to Gable and gives his own pose to the crowd that the WCF Galaxy eats up.

Zach Davis: That’s how Logan has made his living, and it’s worked for him. He may not be able to keep up move for move but no one is more vicious than he.

Gable crawls into his corner and feels his face, he shakes his head and tags in Andre who happily accepts and then enters the ring. He climbs under the top and middle rope and Logan motions for him to come on. Andre obliges and rushes towards him. Logan sidesteps and gives him a thumb to the eyes that is not visible from the perspective of the referee.

Freddy Whoa: Ouch, a thumb to the eyes and a blinded Andre is in trouble.

He grabs Andre by the head and smashes it into the turnbuckle by Dag who gets the tag in. Logan puts his back towards Andre, trapping him in the corner as Dag runs towards him and delivers a big clothesline in the corner. He then puts him in a headlock and faces Gable, laughing.

Gravedigger: Smart move by Dag to get Gable involved. Now the double teaming can begin!

Gable climbs into the ring and the referee runs over to stop him. With the referee distracted Logan gets into the ring and the two men double team Andre. Dag holds him open and Logan delivers punches to the sternum ending with a double suplex as Logan rolls out of the ring and back onto the apron. Dag tags in his partner and Logan continues the onslaught.

Logan throws Andre into the ropes and hits a hard forearm to his temple while spinning around. He looks over confident as he leans over to pick up Andre. Andre rolls him up in a schoolboy for a quick one count before Logan can escape. Andre rushes over towards Gable but Logan grabs him by the leg, keeping him just arms reach away from the fresher member of Beach Krew.

Gravedigger: Logan has him right where he wants him…

He drags him backwards and Andre looks at him taking wild swings. Logan pulls him near by the leg and delivers a clothesline. He then drags him into his own corner and tags in Dag. Dag delivers vicious stomps to Andre before rushing over to Gable and knocking him off the ring apron. Gable gets up and then climbs into the ring and the referee runs over before any outside interference can occur from Beach Krew.

Zach Davis: Not again! Gable should have learned by now.

Freddy Whoa: Sometimes when you are so passionate you forget the rules, and that’s what’s happened with Gable here tonight!

But the outside interference is running rampant by the Family as Logan climbs to the second rope as Dag drapes the motionless body of Andre Aquarius over his knee. An elbow drop is expertly delivered to Andre who turns inside out and Logan slides out of the ring. Dag covers up Andre just as the referee finishes scolding Gable.

The referee slides into position and counts.

1…

2…

KICKOUT!

Gravedigger: What heart by Andre who has been taking a beating tonight, but is still kicking!

Andre kicks out and reaches towards his corner as Gable desperately reaches out towards his partner. Dag watches as Andre crawls over and laughs. He grabs Andre by the leg and Andre stops crawling. He gets to his feet. Dag holds him by the foot while facing Andre. He goes for the same clothesline that Logan did by pulling Andre closer, but Andre ducks under. He delivers a superkick and falls to the ground.

Zach Davis: Dag unable to pull off the lariat that Logan did earlier and now Andre is going to make that tag!

The crowd is intense as Andre crawls over towards Gable who is standing on the second rope reaching over. Dag tags out to Logan who rushes in and just as Andre is going to tag in Logan stops it by running over and knocking Gable off the mat. He then Gets on top of Andre and pushes him towards a Neutral corner.

Gravedigger: Great stop by Logan. If they can keep Andre in the ring the match belongs to the Family.

Logan goes for a big haymaker but Andre ducks under and dives towards his corner where John is ready, willing and Gable to take the tag.

Zach Davis: GABLE IS IN! GABLE IS IN! AND HE’S HOT!

He jumps over the top rope and delivers a big clotheslines to Logan, then another, and then a third. Logan gets and is fed into a thunderous bodyslam as Dag Riddick runs into the ring to attack Gable.

Before Dag can attack Gable while his back is turned Andre intercedes with a dropkick to the face of Dag knocking him into the ropes and then runs forward with a clothesline knocking both menb over the top rope and hard to the ground below.

Gable turns and sees the bedlam and then turns to Logan. He grabs him by the head and sets up the Maltese Falcon. He has Logan in a front headlock but outside the ring Dag has given Andre a vicious thumb to the eyes and tossed him over the barricade. Dag then runs and jumps to the apron where he is knocked off by Gable who finally gets his hands on him by pushing him hard back first into the barricade.

Proud yet distracted Gable stares at Logan with contempt in his yes before he is put in a sleeper hold.
Zach Davis: Here comes the Connector!

Gable escapes his grasp by running back first into the turnbuckles. He turns around and out of nowhere hits an inverted brainbuster and then locks in a Dragon Sleeper!

Dag Riddick slides into the ring, but is quickly followed by Andre who has recovered and delivers a sick elbow into the small of his back, and then puts him in a Surfboard submission. Both men in the center of the ring as Logan begins to lose consciousness and the referee lifts his hand and drops it.

He then calls for the bell as both men release their respective holds.

Kyle Steel: the winner of this match… BEACH KREW!

Zach Davis: John Gable wins another match with City Lights and proves again to be a valuable asset to Beach Krew.

Gravedigger: Call me Wavedigger, because Andre has got momentum and is on his way along with Dustin to be the next Tag Team Champions.

Freddy Whoa: But let’s give a shout out to the family. A loss like this does not put them out of contention. Logan still has the briefcase and Dag is still the International Champion.

Zach Davis: Oh my, look who it is! Cormack MacNeill is on the ramp with a microphone and he doesn't look happy!

Cormack MacNeill: Dag Riddik has spent the last month and a half ducking me, hiding from me, blindsiding me. Doing everything in his power to keep hold of that International Title that should be mine.

The crowd cheers for Cormack!

Freddy Whoa: The fans are firmly behind Cormack here!

Cormack MacNeill: See! The best part is...Seth agrees with the fans this time. He's given me what I wanted. To get my hands on you, pay you back for everything that you put me through. To take that belt and put it around the waist it should have been around at Explosion. At Aftermath, you'll be facing me for the International Title in a Last Man Standing Match!

The crowd applauds, excited for the new stipulation! Dag, however, throws his hands up in disbelief.

Dag Riddik: Well, what the hell do we have here? It's 'the guy who won't stay down' right? And now you're going to use that to your advantage in a Last Man Standing Match, eh? And being the stand up guy that you are, you went over my head and asked Seth to change the stipulation of the match to benefit you and only you, completely ignoring the other guy in the fuckin' match? Just another of why you don't deserve this belt. I am a man of the people, I know what's best for everyone, not just myself! But if that's the way you want it, getting your ass beat so hard that you can't even stand up, then fine, I'll be more than happy to give that to you! It will be cathartic!

Cormack MacNeill: Cathartic? Laddie it's gonna be hell!

MacNeill drops the mic backs up the ramp sporting a grin from ear to ear

Zach Davis: The stipulation for the International Championship match has been confirmed, folks! What a huge match to culminate this bitter rivalry at WCF Aftermath!

Hardcore Title Match
Scathe vs Andre Holmes vs Dustin Beaver vs Shadowlove vs Vengeance vs Zombie McMorris vs Bonnie Blue vs Katherine Phoenix

Zach Davis: Well up next we are pretty well guaranteed a new hardcore champion as it was confirmed earlier tonight that current champion, Katherine Phoenix will not be here to defend the championship. That means she automatically forfeits the match.

Gravedigger: She won't be here because she's in a coma. How can she be expected to defend her championship when she's not even conscious?

Freddy Whoa: More or less, it's almost like being stripped. She can't perform her duties as champion in her current condition and, well the championship needs to have a fighting champion.

The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd greets her with a MASSIVE mixed reaction as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome ... "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!

Gravedigger: Ugh! What the hell is she doing out here?

Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "What You Want" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage carrying the WCF Hardcore championship at her side, all businesslike. She is greeted with a deafening mix of cheers and boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's reaction, either which way. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory before she heads around the ring toward the time keeper's table and sets the WCF Hardcore Championship on it's display. Finally she makes her way over to the commentary table and puts on a headset.

Gravedigger: We don't need you out here.

Sarah Twilight: Just sit in your little chair, and call the match.

Zach Davis: Alright you two, can we be civil while we're all out here together?

Sarah Twilight/Gravedigger: NO!

Freddy Whoa: Anyhow, as we can see the Hardcore Championship to my left is the prize of the evening. Seven competitors vying for the opportunity to call themselves a champion!

Zach Davis: As noted, the current champion will NOT be here to defend the belt.

Sarah Twilight: Guaranteed new champion ... thanks to me.

Gravedigger: Yeah great job, creating another issue as usual.

Sarah Twilight: Katherine ran her mouth, she got what she had coming. Not my fault that the "Hardcore" Champion turned out to be anything BUT Hardcore. Now, I do believe a match is about to take place if you can focus on that for a fucking moment.

Gravedigger: Don't speak to me.

Zach Davis: Alright, alright. Let's take it to Kyle Steel before we have world war three over here at the commentary desk!

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!

Darkness claims the arena, and a thick mist begins to collect on the stage, drifting down the ramp toward ringside. The haunting opening strains of DevilDriver's "Just Run" echo throughout the venue, accompanied by brief flickers of light on the stage. As the drums kick in, the flickers of light quicken their pulsating, and become a deep crimson in hue.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first ...weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds ... he is SCATHE!!!

Scathe steps out onto the stage as the vocals pick up, and pauses for a brief moment to sweep an impassive gaze over the assembled crowd. He then makes his way down the ramp at a measured pace, and the lights gradually come back up as he reaches the ring steps. Once in the ring, Scathe stands in the center - facing back up the ramp - for another brief moment, then moves to his corner where he sheds his trench coat, his gaze never leaving the entryway.

Kyle Steel: Next ... weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds ... he is "The Handsome Half Breed" 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.

Sarah Twilight: That was ... interesting. Not really sure what I make of it.

Kyle Steel: And their opponent ...

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.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at three hundred twenty five pounds ... he is "The King of Violence" VENGEANCE!!!

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 next ....

"Dr. Who Meets Metal by erock begins to play throughout the arena.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at one hundred forty three pounds ... she is BONNIE BLUE!!

Smoke covers the stage as the music begins; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then, she sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes into the ring.

Kyle Steel: Introducing now ...

" Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds ... he is the WCF Internet Champion ... 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.

Kyle Steel: Next ...

The opening sound effects of "Relentless" by New Years Day are heard, and the audience knows what they are in stored for. The moment the opening guitar riffs, and drums blast the introduction, the crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers for one of their most cherished athletes in the ring. The lights dim to cover the arena in a blanket of darkness while the strobe lights waver around in a synchronized dance to the rhythm of the song. Andre Holmes walks out from the back with a great smile on his face, receiving all the praise he can get. His hazel eyes wanders to his loyal fans, and he is well dressed in his ring attire with a black vest zipped up with his name on it. He walks down the entrance path, and then stops when the lyrics says "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up..."; Suddenly, he raises his arms in the air, and a parallel line of pyro shoot up at once behind him.

Kyle Steel: He is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions .... "Relentless" ANDRE HOLMES!!

Afterwards, he continues his path down to ringside meeting a few fans on the way, and quickly hops onto the apron. Swooping through the ropes, he charges to the nearest corner and leaps to stand on the second rope singing out the chorus of the song with pride, and great fashion. Hopping down to the canvas, the lights return to brighten the faces of each member in the audience while Andre unzips his black vest and hands it to the ringside crew. After the music fades, he rests back in the corner preparing for his opponent while the crowd chants his name.

Kyle Steel: And finally ...

"Where are U now" by Skrillex and Diplo with Justin Bieber hits the arena, then a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds ... he is DUSTIN BEAVER!!!

However, "The Beavs" never enters the spotlight. His music continues to play for a few moments and finally cuts off.

Zach Davis: Where's Beaver?

Freddy Whoa: Not a clue.

Sarah Twilight: Maybe he changed his mind? Who cares? Let's get this shit under way I'm bored.

The referee shrugs at the fact that Beaver did not make his way to the ring and calls for the bell. Sarah Twilight smirks, getting up from her seat at commentary.

Sarah Twilight: Excuse me guys ... I think all things considering, this is appropriate.

Sarah heads over to the bell and takes the small hammer knocking it against the side of it twice.

DING! DING!

Gravedigger: Just ... sit down. That wasn't your damn job!

Freddy Whoa: I thought it was kinda funny, ringing the bell for the second week in a row.

Zach Davis: Ditto!

Scathe immediately rushes at Bonnie Blue and tackles her with a spear that sends her HARD to the canvas and rolling out of the ring. Scathe follows. Shadowlove squares up with Vengeance and begins sending rapid fists at the larger man, backing him against the ropes. Shadowlove backs up, rushes forward and CLOTHESLINE sending himself over the top rope along with Veangeance.

This leaves ZMAC and Andre Holmes in the center of the ring and the two men IMMEDIATELY start trading haymakers.

Zach Davis: No shortage of rivalries in this contest and it sure as heck didn't take long for them to break down.

ZMAC with a HARD knee to Andre's gut that stuns the tag champ. The Honey Badger follows it up with a DDT, sending Holmes down to the canvas. With Holmes down, ZMAC wastes no time to start looking for some "toys" to make the match far more interesting.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of ringside, Shadowlove is sent BARRELING into the security barrier by Vengeance who had now taken the upper hand. Scathe and Bonnie Blue have already made it into the crowd who are EATING THIS UP. Scathe stalking Bonnie after a few hard shots. Bonnie stops short, turns and sends a kick to Scathe's gut before whipping him forward and

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Scathe is sent FACE FIRST into a popcorn vendor's popcorn machine! Glass and popcorn are sending flying everwhere.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa that's gonna leave a mark!

Sarah Twilight: I almost laughed ... almost.

Zach Davis: So Sarah, after taking Kat Phoenix OUT of the equation, is there any particular star you'd like to see emerge here victorious this evening?

Sarah Twilight: Don't care. What happens with the Hardcore Championship doesn't concern me. Katherine Phoenix no longer has it and that is as far as my conern with it goes.

Gravedigger: Then what's the point of you being out here? You've never even been the hardcore champ!

ZMAC starts grabbing some items from under the ring. A few trash can lids and a few steel chairs. He tosses them into the ring. ZMAC slides in, and grabs a chair, he makes his way toward Andre Holmes who also grabs a chair and the two BOTH swing!

CCCCRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!

BOTH men SMASH each other in the skull with chairs at the exact same time. Holmes falls back to the mat, ZMAC falls back to the mat.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!

Zach Davis: Here comes BEAVER!!

Dustin Beaver emerges from the back pushing a large trash container FULL of various items he can use as weapons and makes his way toward the ring with them.

Sarah Twilight: This is smart. The rest of these guys have already been kicking each other's asses. Beaver is fresh.

Gravedigger: Or he could just be late to the match because he was grabbing all that stuff.

Beaver makes it to the ring and grabs a parking sign from his bin of goodies and WHAM! He cracks Vengeance over the skull with it.

Shadowlove starts back to his feet and Beaver goes back into the bin for something else. He removes a bag of ROCKS and starts PELTING them at Shadowlove one after another.

Zach Davis: Ow! That's GOTTA hurt!

Sarah Twilight: Innovative, that's for sure.

Beaver goes back into his bin of goodies once again and takes hold of his HOCKEY STICK!!! He grabs the stick, and CRACK! He wails Shadowlove upside the head with it. Beaver heads into the ring where Andre Holmes and ZMAC are making it back to their feet and WHAM Andre takes the stick to the face. WHACK ZMAC gets hooked in the mouth with it as well!

Freddy Whoa: Beaver is cleaning house!!!

Gravedigger: The odds look to be strongly in his favor that's for damn sure.

Beaver is spun around by Bonnie Blue outta nowhere and CRACK! She takes a shot to the ribs as The Beavs swings wildly. Scathe now off the top rope and Beavs with a HOME RUN SWING that NAILS him in the gut! Everyone is down and out with Dustin Beaver standing tall among the carnage. He heads to the bin of goodies one more time, dropping the hockey stick to the outside of the ring.

Zach Davis: What's he got up his sleeve now?

Beaver fumbles with something for a few moments ... something small. ZMAC starts back to his feet and he looks CRAZED and PISSED OFF. ZMAC starts toward Beaver from behind who suddenly lights a match ...

Sarah Twilight: Does he have ...

Beaver turns around at the last second and THROWS something into ZMAC's FACE!

Sarah Twilight: This is GREAT! He has firecrackers!

The fuse is lit and the twine connecting the twenty or so firecrackers together sticks to ZMAC's hair. ZMAC frantically tries to swat the firecrackers away but it's too late.

POP POP

BOOM

POP POP

BOOM

CRACK POP

BOOM

POP POP

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

One after another the firecrackers explode right in front of ZMAC's face. The Honey Badger is momentarily blinded as he staggers around in a mix of confusion and a daze as the fireworks explode around him. Beaver capitalizes on this as a staggering ZMAC walks right into his waiting arms for ...

Zach Davis: BEAVER TO BELLY! IT MIGHT BE OVER RIGHT HERE!!!

Beavs wastes no time going for the quick pinfall. Ref down in position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

NO! Beaver is YANKED out of the ring by Vengeance who WHIPS Beaver HARD into the steel ring steps.

Sarah Twilight: That was a very well thought out strategy. It almost worked, and was funny as shit.

Gravedigger: There was nothing funny about it.

Sarah Twilight: Sure there was, people got fucked up. Made me laugh.

Vengeance now rolls into the ring to take advantage of the damage Beaver had done. He no goes for the cover on ZMAC.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

But Shadowlove breaks it up as he enters the ring and NAILS Vengeance with ...

Freddy Whoa: A PILLOW? Are you serious right now?

Sarah Twilight: There is something not right with that guy ...

Vengeance however holds the back of his head and was obviously in a great deal of pain ... not something you'd really expect from getting hit with a pillow. But as Shadowlove rips the pillow open we can see that it contained a large BRICK inside of it.

Gravedigger: Oh that was great!

Zach Davis: WCF never ceases to amaze me.

Shadowlove places the brick on Vengeance's gut and pulls himself up the turnbuckle. He LEAPS off and STOMPS DOWN into the brick, crumbling it, but more importantly CRUSHING Vengeance beneath it. Vengeance flops on the mat, writhing as he holds his stomach. Shadowlove wasting no time and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE--

WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!

Zach Davis: WOW!

Shadowlove is CRACKED in the head with an IRON SKILLET by Bonnie Blue!

Sarah Twilight: She just scrambled his eggs. Oh this is fucking great!

Bonnie starts putting the boots to Shadowlove after nailing him with the heavy skillet. Scathe is still on her tail as he rushes at her from the opposite end of the ring. HOWEVER he is instead SMASHED in the head over and over and over by trash can lids courtesy of Andre holmes.

CRACK!

WHACK!

SMACK!

CRACK!

He sends the shots into Scathe's head, finally tossing a lid at Scathe who was now dropped to one knee. Scathe catches the lid and ...

Freddy Whoa: THRUST KICK!!

Zach Davis: Right into that trash can lid! Scathe is down and OUT!

Beaver making his way back into the ring and Bonnie with a SHINING WIZARD knocking him off the apron and into the barricade.

Freddy Whoa: Rebellution taking full control at this stage!

Sarah Twilight: Only one of them can walk out with the championship. So this won't last long.

Vengeance slowly to his feet. Bonnie Blue rushes at him for a hurricarrana but Vengeance being much larger uses her momentum and instead LAST RITES her to the OUTSIDE straight INTO Beaver's bin full of weapons!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Meanwhile Andre Holmes who was heading after Vengeance to come to Bonnie's aid instead catches a LOW BLOW from behind courtesy of ZMAC. Holmes doubles over and falls to the canvas, clutching his groin. Vengeance turns his attention back to the ring after dumping Bonnie to the outside and he is doubled over by a kick.

Zach Davis: AXE WOUND!!!

Sarah Twilight: Shocked he got that big bastard up for it.

Vengeance rolls to the outside after the impact. ZMAC heads to the outside as well, looking for something. He gets a twisted grin on his face as he finds something satisfactory. He rolls back into the ring and mounts over Andre Holmes, NAILING him with a few hard punches to the head before unveiling his sinister plans.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! IS THAT A ...

Sarah Twilight: Cheese grater! YES!

Gravedigger: You are sick ... plain sick.

ZMAC RAKES the cheese grater back and forth across Andre's forehead, RIPPING OPEN his flesh. Andre is a bloodied mess right now. ZMAC, happy with his handiwork, hauls Andre up and tosses him out of the ring. ZMAC exits the ring on the opposite end and retrieves a few more chairs from under the ring, throwing them inside. afterwards he removes a very large, very thick plate of glass and heaves it into the ring as well.

Freddy Whoa: Uh oh ... this can't be good.

ZMAC starts setting up the chairs, obviously with the intention of laying the plate glass across them. However as he is setting up the chairs, SCATHE off the top rope outta nowhere with a MOONSAULT that CRASHES ZMAC into one of the chairs. Scathe immediately for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE ...

Zach Davis: NO! ZMAC KICKED OUT!!

Scathe keeps swing away at him. Shadowlove re-enters the ring and begins joining in as the two men relentlessly STOMP ZMAC down. But then a PISSED OFF Andre Holmes enters the ring with a bag of goodies and a endo stick. He drops the bag and starts BLASTING Shadowlove and Scathe with the kendo stick, driving them both from the ring. Holmes, still dripping blood from his head and face circles ZMAC. He waits for the honey badger to stumble back to his feet and then ...

WHACK!

CRACK!

WHACK!

He WHIPS the kendo stick across ZMAC's back repeatedly. Finally he drops it, picks up the bag and reaches in, removing a very LARGE snowglode ... he measures ZMAC and ...

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Glass and liquid explode everywhere and ZMAC is now busted open as well.

Sarah Twilight: More blood ... this is really becoming quite entertaining.

Zach Davis: ZMAC still standing, I don't believe it!

ZMAC also dripping blood now starts trading blows with Andre as the two men fight themselves right over the top rope to the outside. Now Shadowlove and Scathe both enter the ring once again, followed by Vengeance who misses a big boot on Shadowlove and instead catches a chair shot to the head.

Freddy Whoa: Pure carnage in there. This can't last much longer.

Shadowlove and Scathe now circle one another for a fight. This is short lived as BONNIE BLUE comes springboarding off the top rope for a clothesline on Shadowlove with a 2x4 outstretched in her arm!! Shadowlove is sent to the outside, CRASHING into the hard mats below.

Scathe goes to take quick advantage and as Bonnie turns back to face him he takes a hard shot at her, but she ducks it, instead pulling him into ...

Zach Davis: PARADOX!!!

Gravedigger: Onto the chair!

Sarah Twilight: She's all alone in there. I think we have a hardcore champion!

Bonnie makes the cover on Scathe and the ref slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

Bonnie is suddenly YANKED up from the pinfall attempt by ZMAC who rushed into the ring out of nowhere. He immediately hauls her up ... AXE WOUND!!! Bonnie is damn near folded in HALF on the canvas. ZMAC drops down for the cover.

Gravedigger: There's no one to stop him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE...

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!

Sarah Twilight: Daaaaaaammmnnnn.

The count is broken up at the last moment as DUSTIN BEAVER comes CRASHING into ZMAC with a FROG SPLASH off the TOP ROPE while holding a STEEL CHAIR. It WAFFLES BOTH ZMAC and Bonnie! But Beaver takes some of the brunt of it too.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The Beavs battles through the pain and crawls into the cover on ZMAC.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

ZMAC BARELY gets a shoulder up. Beaver, undeterred now crawls into the cover on Bonnie who probably had the worst of it all.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

CRRRRRRACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!

The count is broken up by ANDRE HOLMES who CRASHES one of the camer crew's CAMERAS over Beaver's back. Beaver rolls off to the side, clutching his ribs.

Sarah Twilight: The more violent this gets, the more I find myself enjoying it.

Zach Davis: All of them have had everything taken out of them. Someone's going to crack ... I can feel it.

Gravedigger: I think Beaver may have cracked ribs.

Holmes now sets up the two folding chairs ZMAC had placed into the ring earlier and heaves the plate glass over the two of them, creating a plate glass table in the center of the ring.

Sarah Twilight: Oh this is gonna be good!

Holmes targets ZMAC as he begins hauling the honey badger to his feet. But the internet champ fights back, sending some hard rights and lefts at his tag champion counterpart. The two battle it out as they had at the start of the match ... except a plate glass table looms ominously behind them.

Zach Davis: Holmes with a kick to the gut...

POWERBOMB TO ZMAC THROUGH THE GLASS! Holmes backs up, breathing heavily-

Freddy Whoa: ROLLED UP FROM BEHIND BY SHADOWLOVE!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! HOLMES KICKS OUT!

Sarah Twilight: God damn!

Both men to their feet, Shadowlove runs at Holmes, Holmes throws him out. KATHERINE PHOENIX IS IN THE RING!

Zach Davis: What the... How... !?!

Katherine Phoenix grabs Andre but Andre breaks free and knees her in the gut. He backs up.

Freddy Whoa: THRUST KICK!

Andre drops down and pins Katherine Phoenix.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Gravedigger: YES!

Zach Davis: This match is over!, and we've got a new Hardcore Champion - and he pinned the reigning Champion to do it!

Holmes gets up as medics start attending to some of the other members of the match.

Gravedigger: I feel like Katherine Phoenix knew she could lose tonight and conspired to get out of it. I'm receiving word that Seth may have told her she'd get fired if she didn't show up, no matter what the reason was.

Freddy Whoa: I'm really hoping the Hardcore Title is finally around the waist of a deserving Champion, and that Katherine Phoenix never gets a Title shot ever again.

Holmes would be celebrating if he wasn't hurting so bad.

Grayson Pierce vs Kyle Kemp

Live from the Arena Et Maurice Richard in Montreal, Canada. Sunday Night Slam is doing amazing as we’ve just crowned a brand new WCF Hardcore Champion but now it’s time for the main event. We are not featuring not one but two World Title Contenders. Grayson Pierce who last week against Wade Moor, and Steve Orbit against Kyle Kemp who is in the finals of the 2016 Trilogy Cup. The crowd ready on their feet to witness what could possibly be match of the night, and now Kyle Steel stands in the ring dressed very formally in his signature black tuxedo with the microphone under his chin.

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is our main event!

“Better Than You” by Sam Adams is the first of the two entrance music to play from the arena’s surround system. Golden colored lights starts dancing around the crowd with the bright lights dimming for a special effect as Kyle Kemp walks out from the back wearing his Nike sponsored basketball shorts with black compression tights underneath them. He’s very dressed in basketball attire with the exception of the black tank top he has on. Standing on the stage, he smirks as the crowd is pouring boo’s down on his own presence but he doesn’t care. Kyle believes he’s better than everyone, and his posture when walking says it.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first! From Chicago, Illinois! At six feet four inches tall, weighing in at 210 pounds! Representing #BeachKrew, Kyle Kemp!

Kyle walks around the ring doing his best not to even be touched by the fans at ringside. He runs down across the apron until hopping onto it to slide on his right knee to one corner post. Leaning away with his hand on the middle rope, he smirks into the camera until pulling himself through the ropes into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Welcome back ladies, and gentlemen. We have our main event especially after that Hardcore warfare. Tonight, we have Kyle Kemp of #BeachKrew against one half of our Tag Team Champions, and number one contender to the World Championship, Grayson Pierce.

Gravedigger: For damn sake, we don’t need no Joey Flash vs Grayson Pierce all over again. Kemp better beat this fuccboi, and just end him. #BeachKrew is the only crew worthy of the World Title.

Kyle stands in the corner once the lights go back to normal, brightening everything up in the arena already. He removes the black tank top, and stays in his corner warming up for his opponent.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach Davis: You can tell they’re not too happy with Kyle Kemp. I mean, he has an opportunity for the World Title but his opponent is none other than Jared Holmes. So it will be interesting to see how that will play out.

“Bones” by Young Guns starts playing with the introduction of the drums banging with the titantron showing grey images of Grayson warming up in his locker room. As soon as the full blast of the guitar strums begin, a flash of red, and white colored fireworks emerges from the stage in a straight line. Grayson Pierce walks out wearing his black denim pants graphically designed with images of the “Rebellution” logos on each side along with his wrestling boots, and fingerless gloves. The WCF Tag Team Championship belt around his waist as he stands on the stage receiving the impounding cheers from the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! 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 #BeachKrew, Grayson Pierce!

He walks down to the ring, slapping a few of the fan’s hands on the way. Kyle smirks, thinking he got this in the bag but Grayson unhooks the belt from his waist holding it in his right hand. He quickly hops onto the apron, and moves through the ropes to stand on the second rope in his corner raising the belt up high.

Zach Davis: And here we are with my favourite stable representative, Rebellution. Grayson Pierce was in a coma until cleared, immediately put in a number one contendership Triple Threat Match against Steve Orbit, and Wade Moor where he won to face against Joey Flash for the World Title at Aftermath.

Freddy Whoa: That’s right but tonight both men have a test to prove that they are World Title contenders. A win would not only help their momentum but also send a message to the World Champion that he needs to watch his championship closely.

Crowd: GRAYSON PIERCE! GRAYSON PIERCE! GRAYSON PIERCE!

With Kyle Steel out of the ring, we’re ready to begin the match.

Ding Ding Ding!

Grayson, and Kyle immediately leave their corners, and start circling. A few are warming up by pressing their arms against the ropes, and throwing light air strikes. Finally meeting in the center, they lock up with their traditional collar, and elbow tie up. A stalemate as they’re both equal in weight on paper although Kyle is taller by Grayson by three inches. He quickly takes the hair of Grayson, and swings him back down with a dirty grasp for him to land his head on the mat. The referee warns him not to do that again but Kyle hops up onto the top rope in the corner, and leans back with his legs crossed as Grayson stands on his knees pissed from that dirty tactic.

Gravedigger: What I tell ya’ guys? That confidence from Kyle. He’s already got this in the bag!

Freddy Whoa: Kyle trying to get into the head of Grayson by taunting him but he needs to do more than that if he wants to win the match.

Kyle gets off the top rope, and they both start circling the ring again. Once in the center, Grayson takes the opportunity to swing under his right arm to lock his arms around Kyle from behind. He lifts his body off the mat, and drops to his knees to slam his chest down onto the canvas before spinning around on top of his back. Done with the show off, he goes into a North-South position to lock in that Front Facelock. A few moments, and they’re both back on their feet until Grayson whips him into the ropes, and off the rebound, he knocks Kyle straight into the mat with a Shoulder Block.

Zach Davis: And Kyle barraged into the canvas with a strong Shoulder Block from the WCF Tag Team Champion!

Grayson runs to the ropes behind him, and already sees Kyle turning over his chest to try, and trip him but he hops over, and continues on his path to the ropes. Kyle gets back up to his feet to clothesline Grayson but somehow he manages to miss as Grayson ducks under his right arm, and rebounds to leap off the may sideways to drive his forearm into the head of his opponent knocking him down onto the mat. Kyle immediately stands onto his knee, rubbing his head. His vision clears, and now Grayson is on the top rope of a corner mocking what he did before.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Gravedigger: Hey Grayson! That’s Kyle’s thing. Get your own!

Freddy Whoa: Remember that Grayson is more of the technical wrestler in the match. If Kyle needs to win, he may need to make sure that Grayson cannot get a hold on him ever.

Arguing with the referee wasn’t getting Kyle nowhere except using that moment to blindside Grayson in the corner. Leaned against the ropes, he throws down multiple kicks straight into the ribs of Grayson before bending over to drive his shoulder into the ribcage of his opponent over, and over.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

He is pulled out of the corner by the referee, and Grayson sits down on the middle turnbuckles breathing heavily with an arm covering his ribs after the series of kicks, and shoulder bargers. Kyle returns back to his opponent, and drags him out of the corner before putting him back down onto the mat with a Scoop Slam. He runs to the ropes at the side, and rebounds with enough velocity to slice his leg across his chest with a Running Snap Leg Drop. The first pin is made!

One!

Grayson kicks out, and Kyle sits up pissed off.

Freddy Whoa: Kyle getting the upper hand of the match. I know Jared Holmes must be watching especially after the tension growing between them in #BeachKrew.

Gravedigger: Man, these two need to rememba. This is about #BeachKrew, not themselves.

Kyle gets up again, and stomps down on Grayson’s chest a few times. He helps him back up to his feet until tossing him into the ropes again. This is where the mistake he made. He bends over thinking Grayson will foolishly just step into his grasp but he’s met with a kick up into his shoulder blade bringing him back to full posture then out of nowhere, he’s thrown down into the mat with a beautiful Standing Dropkick by Grayson.

Crowd: WOOOO!

Zach Davis: Dropkick by Grayson, and Kyle is down on the mat. We also mention how both wrestlers in this match are amazingly well verse in striking.

Grayson helps him back on his feet, and delivers a Knife Edge Chop into the chest with a ‘WOO!’. A few more Knife Edge Chops flails his arms back, and has Kyle standing in the corner. He leans into him before leaning out to throw him into the opposing corner. As his back slams against the turnbuckles. Grayson already splashes him down in the corner having him seated.

Gravedigger: Corner Splash! Shades of Sting with the Stinger Splash!

Backing up to the previous corner facing Kyle, he holds onto each side the top rope leaning down to build some momentum. He sprints out of the corner but Kyle squirms under the bottom rope right to the outside.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: Kyle moving right out of the way in the nick of time before getting any more damage done to him. Very nice ring awareness shown by Kemp in the match.

Zach Davis: But Grayson is on the apron!

While Kemp is pointing to his temple, showing off how smart he is. He turns around to see Grayson running on the apron to soccer kick him into the jaw that throws him back away into the barricade a few feet down. Backing up again, he charges yet again across the apron to leap off into a crossbody but Kemp rolls back onto his back, and up onto his feet with Grayson in his clutches.

Gravedigger: KEMP GOT HIM! DO IT KEMP!

Kemp falls backwards, and tosses Grayson sideways spine first into the barricade where he bounces off like a toy onto the ringside mat with a Fallaway Slam.

Crowd: OOOOOH!

Three!

Four!

Kyle gets back up, and spreads his arms out wide mouthing off to the fans at ringside who are booing him as much as they can.

Kyle Kemp: I AM THE REAL NUMBER ONE CONTENDER! NOT THIS JACKASS!

Six!

Seven!

Zach Davis: The referee is counting up to the ten but Kemp finally breaks the count-out as he tosses Grayson back in the ring.

Kyle quickly crawls on top of him, and hooks the leg for the pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Grayson powers out with a shoulder off the mat, and the referee tells Kyle that it’s a two count. Out of fury, he mounts his opponent, and fires down with multiple forearms into the skull. He helps Grayson off the canvas, and whips him down into the ropes. Off the rebound, he hugs Grayson into his body before tossing him over in a flip crashing his back off the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex. His opponent sits off the landing, cringing as his spine gets even more pain. Another shove down into the mat, and Kyle hooks the leg for another pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Thre--

Grayson kicks out yet again.

Zach Davis: The resiliency shown off Grayson’s toughness is truly admirable. He took a Fallaway Slam into the barricade on the outside, and still able to pull through in this match.

Freddy Whoa: Kyle Kemp throwing some frustration to the referee. Always better to have a calm, relaxed mind set rather than being emotional in the match.

Zach Davis: But with the high caliber of the win here, it’s not easy to be so contained.

Truth. Kyle stomps down onto the back of Grayson, and his opponent screams out. He decides to try a new route. Kyle digs his right knee down into the spine, and clasps his hands under the chin to apply a Modified Camel Clutch. The referee is asking if Grayson wants to submit but obviously he won’t. Instead, he is fighting to stay in the match while Kyle continues to pull back his head to add more pressure onto the spine contorting.

Gravedigger: Submission hold applied! Tap out Grayson, you can’t win this match!

Kyle makes the mistake of letting his knee off, and Grayson seized the opportunity to stand on his feet. Throwing a few elbows into the ribs of Kyle, the hold is loosened but unfortunately, Kyle was quick to respond to the change. He quickly uprooted his knee into the ribs of Grayson that forces him to bed over. Running to the ropes, and back, he is clotheslined down into the canvas. Kyle gets back up again, and Grayson knocks him back down into the mat again. Third time’s a charm. Once his opponent is back up, Grayson ducks under the right arm, and spins them around with the hold on his neck to snap to the mat driving his neck into the canvas.

Zach Davis: Grayson Pierce with the series of clothesline, and then following with the Float-Over Neckbreaker. Kemp is in a lot of trouble as that technical advantage starts to come into effect right now.

He’s really feeling the energy from the crowd. Grayson is back up again, and even helps Kemp to his feet for a flurry of Knife Edge Chops until kicking him in the ribs that forces him to bend over. He goes to run to the ropes but Kemp holds onto the edge of his tights to pull him back for a Back Suplex. However, Grayson rolls off his right shoulder to flip back onto his feet, and hug Kyle from behind to uplift him over onto his shoulders with a German Suplex bridge attempt.

One!

Two!

Kemp kicks out from the pin, and both men are down on the mat completely tired.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO! PIERCE! PIERCE! PIERCE!

Freddy Whoa: An amazing match is happening. Back, and forth yet it’s anyone ball game. Grayson Pierce wants to win to show Joey Flash he won’t be going down from their last encounter but Kemp wants to win to prove that Jared Holmes isn’t the only one who matters in #BeachKrew!

Four!

Five!

Six!

The referee keeps counting as both men are down but they manage to get back on their feet. Grayson fires first with a Knife Edge Chop, and then Kemp replies with a forearm into the skull. It’s not long before they continue to trade back and forth with Kemp getting the upper hand in pushing Grayson back to the ropes. Leaning against him, he quickly takes the arm, and whips him off until his opponent spins in the dominant position. Kemp is then running into the ropes to rebound back into Grayson who tries to spear him but he takes the head under his right arm pit to spike his head on the mat.

Gravedigger: SPIKE DDT! GRAYSON IS DOWN! HERE’S THE PIN!

One!

Two!

Thre-

Grayson kicks out yet again, and Kyle slams his hands down on the mat over, and over as his frustration gets the better of him. Standing up, he drags Grayson to the corner by his left ankle, and even does his best to sit him on the top turnbuckle with his legs on the outside.

Zach Davis: Now Kyle is taking a risk, and going straight up to the top rope!

Kyle gets up on the middle rope, and European uppercuts Grayson a few times to ensure he won’t do anything. Placing his head under his right pit, the crowd are against what could happen.

Freddy Whoa: He’s going for a SUPERPLEX! NO!

Grayson slips from the grasp, and even lands himself on the apron with some distance between them. Using this opportunity, he sidesteps into Kyle bent over on the middle rope to Superkick him off the ropes down onto his back.

Gravedigger: GOD-DAMMIT NO! Grayson just SUPERKICKED Kyle from off the middle turnbuckle! Damn you bitch!

Zach Davis: Wait! Grayson is climbing onto the top rope, and now we could be going for some high action!

He leaps backwards into the air, performing a Picture Perfect Moonsault before driving his ribs on top of Kemp.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: MOONSAULT! HE GOT HIM!

Bouncing off his body, Grayson suffered more pain that Kyle did but it was necessary. He got up from off his knees, and stood up behind Kyle barely even trying to get up. He was measuring for it, and when Kyle stood, the opportunity came.

Grayson tries to latch himself onto Kyle to drag him back in the mat but Kyle holds tightly onto the top rope that throws him off. Landing back on the mat, and rolling over, Grayson charges into Kyle one more time until being scooped on his right shoulder only to be dropped throat first into the top rope.

Crowd: OOOOH!

Gravedigger: SHOW OFF! THE SHOW OFF! HIT IT KYLE! END THIS FUCCBOI!

That loss of air has put Grayson down on his hands, and knees crawling into the center of the ring. Seeing the opportunity, Kyle runs straight into him to soccer kick Grayson in his temple that plants him face first into the canvas for good.

Zach Davis: BACK TO THE MINORS! GRAYSON IS OUT COLD, AND HERE IS THE PIN!

One!

Two!

Three!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Kyle Kemp!

Kemp is helped up until he pulls his arm from the referee. He stomps his foot onto the back of Grayson, and spreads his arms out wide with a smirk on his face.

Gravedigger: I told you homeboys! Kemp is the real winner here!

Freddy Whoa: A great showing from Grayson Pierce but Kemp has sent a message to Jared Holmes that he is coming for that victory at Aftermath to win the Trilogy Cup of 2016. We thank you all for joining us live in Montreal, Canada. Have a good night, and don’t forget to watch Aftermath!

Zach Davis: How COULD anyone forget? I CAN'T WAIT!

Slam fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Gauntlet Match: Benjamin Atreyu vs ???

Adam Young Segment

Bad News Benson vs Lucious Starr vs Cormack MacNeill

Grayson Pierce Segment

Snake Venom vs Brad Young vs Justin Sane

Seth Lerch/Sarah Twilight Segment

Television Title Match: Vulgar vs Tiffany White

Kyle Kemp/Jared Holmes Segment

Andrew Marx vs CJ Phoenix

Freezer Burn vs Eddie Felt

United States Title Contendership Match: Steve Orbit vs Ethan King

Teo Del Sol vs Mikey eXtreme

John Gable/Andre Aquarius vs Logan/Dag Riddik

Hardcore Title Match: Scathe vs Andre Holmes vs Dustin Beaver vs Shadowlove vs Vengeance vs Zombie McMorris vs Bonnie Blue vs Katherine Phoenix

Grayson Pierce vs Kyle Kemp

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
New Hardcore Champion
Match:
Hardcore Title Match
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Joey Flash
Hardcore:
Katherine Phoenix
Television:
Tiffany White
United States:
Mikey eXtreme
Peoples:
Teo Del Sol
Internet:
Zombie McMorris
Tag Team:
Grayson Pierce/Andre Holmes
Trios:
The Sentinels