05/22/2016


Slam Intro

Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits-

Zach Davis: WELCOME TO WCF MONDAY NIGHT SLAM-

And it is immediately cut off by Master of Puppets.

The fans begin to boo.

Freddy Whoa: What a way to start the night.

Seth Lerch steps out from the back. He has his shit eating grin across his face, as always, as he marches to the ring.

Zach Davis: You'll notice that we are not joined by Corey Black here tonight. Apparently, Corey's announcer contract was torn up during last Slam's, uh.... issues.

Seth slides into the ring and takes a mic.

Seth Lerch: For decades, one feud has prevailed in wrestling. The one feud that predates WCF, and the one feud that is more than this entire company.

The fans mumble to themselves, wondering.

Seth Lerch: Family versus Pro Wrestling.

Booing.

Seth Lerch: Even back in the day, pro wrestling didn't quite align with so-called "family values." The wrestlers beat each other to bloody pulps, like what Logan is going to do to Oblivion later tonight. We're all sleezebags so we say racist, sexist, horrible things. We're not good people.

Seth has walked towards the ropes and leans into them, talking into the front row crowd.

Seth Lerch: And you all love it.

Seth backpeddles into the center.

Seth Lerch: THIS IS THE NEW ERA!, Yes, the #BeachKrew is gone-

Seth produces a can of Bud Light Lime from.. seemingly.. out of nowhere.

Seth Lerch: And here tonight, I will pour one out for my homies.

Seth pours the alcohol directly to the mat.

Seth Lerch: That said, last week, and EVERY week, I stood by my principles and fired random people. And yes, those random people turned out to be some of my favorites, and some of yours-

Crowd: WE WANT BEACH KREW! WE WANT BEACH KREW!

Seth Lerch: ...But I don't care.

Booing.

Seth Lerch: And finally, I will end the feud that has plagued wrestling for too long. Family Values will reign supreme; The Family will reign supreme, with no #BeachKrew, no Pantheon, NO ONE to stop them. Wait and see. Welcome to the new WCF...

The crowd gives a mixed reaction.

Seth Lerch: Same as the old WCF.

With that, Seth drops his mic in an overexaggerated "just dropped a bomb" style before dropping to the mat and rolling out.

Lilith vs Captain WCF

The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Boom Clap" by Charli XCX begins to play, as Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a colorful miniskirt, leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled ankle boots. Lilith proceeds to skips down to the ring holding a teddy bear in her hand as the crowd give her quite a mixed reaction.

Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 132 pounds.... she is LILITH!!!

Lilith then skips around the outside of the ring and locates a young fan sitting ring side passing them her teddy bear. Lilith smiles brightly at the crowd as she bounces up onto the ring apron, waving and blowing kisses to them all. She climbs through the ropes still smiling and pointing to a few of her fans as she waits for the match to begin.

Captain WCF runs from the back as soon as his music hits, straight to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He then gets in the middle of the ring and does a super hero pose before running to his corner.

Zach Davis: Lilith right on the attack!

Lilith starts pounding the newcomer from behind - and not with a penis, because she obviously doesn't have one, being a woman and all, get your mind out of the gutter - she's pounding him from behind with several stiff forearm shots. She quickly takes him down with a Russian Legsweep before mounting him and hitting several punches to the face.

Freddy Whoa: It is interesting to open up the first match of the "new" WCF with Captain WCF, only to see him take a beating.

Lilith picks Captain WCF up and backs off just long enough to get momentum enough to run at him and hitting a Running Shoulder Tackle. Captain WCF gets back up and Lilith throws him to the ropes, and as he comes back Lilith executes a Belly to Belly Suplex!, throwing Captain WCF halfway across the ring!

Zach Davis: So far the returning Lilith has been in charge of Captain WCF.

Freddy Whoa: Wasn't Lilith Katherine Phoenix? Or wasn't she?

Zach Davis: I have no idea anymore.

As Captain WCF stumbles up Lilith motions to the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: Captain WCF is about to get the one thing you can't get, Zach - a kiss.

Zach Davis: HEY!

Lilith goes to kiss the Captain, but Captain WCF ducks away from it! He hits Lilith with a Big Boot right to her head!

Freddy Whoa: BOOM!

She doesn't go down, but backs into the ropes and stumbles forward; Captain WCF rolls her up.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: CAPTAIN WCF WINS!!!

The Captain's WCF music hits as he quickly gets up and gets his arm raised!, before rolling out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: WHAT AN UPSET!

Zach Davis: Lilith is a WCF legend!.. kind of.. and she just got beaten by Captain WCF!

Freddy Whoa: This is a new era, Zach, and anything can happen! What will the rest of the show bring?

Jon Davenport Segment

The unmistakable sound of country twang fills your eyes and Waylon Jennings' classic "Are You sure Hank done it this way" starts to play as the black screen gives way to a man slipping into rattlesnake leather boots tucking in his overly tight around the thighs blue jeans into the top of his boots.

"Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar"

The camera pans out to a fairly tall man, clean shaven head and neatly trimmed brown beard. Wearing a fringed, sleeveless jean vest covered in rebel flag and National Rifle Association patches.

"Somebody told me when I came to Nashville

Son you finally got it made

Old Hank made it here, we're all sure that you will

But I don't think Hank done it this way, no

I don't think Hank done it this way, okay"

The scene changes to the man putting on black aviator sunglasses in the mirror of a bathroom, with the reflection of several natural ice bottles littering the room in the reflection

"Ten years on the road, making one night stand

Speeding my young life away

Tell me one more time just so I'll understand

Are you sure Hank done it this way?

Did old Hank really do it this way?"

The scene changes once more to the man opening a motel room mini refrigerator and grabbing a couple canned tall boys of Natural Ice. Stuffing one can into the pocket of his vest, opening the other and taking a long drink.

"Lord I've seen the world with a five piece band

Looking at the back side of me

Singing my songs, one of his now and then

But I don't think Hank done 'em this way, no

I don't think Hank done 'em this way, take it home"

Now, we're outside on a sidewalk in front of the motel room looking out upon a sunny landscape of a near empty parking lot full of aging cars with a pristine view of a billboard advertising live nudes. The camera slowly pans back and away to get a wide view of the man drinking his Natural Ice and taking in the fresh, country air.

Suddenly, the music stops and a man yelling breaks the serenity of the scene.

Motel Owner: Davenport, you redneck piece of S**T! I told you, my morning this morning or i'm having the cops remove your ass!

Jon slowly slides his aviator sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and turns to meet the aging gentleman who owns the building.

Jon Davenport: Ricky, you stupid f****** hillbilly! I told you i'd have it by tonight!

With that the scene slowly fades to black as the sound fades out with the two men yelling at eachother.

Television Title Contendership Match
Dexter Zurlak vs Tony Hurricane vs Bad News Benson

The Dexter theme plays as Dexter Zuriak comes to the ring.

bulletproof begins to hammer down as red and blue strobe lights begin to flare all over the arena, the base begins to pick up as Tony comes walking out from behind the curtain, the fans cheering as they look closer to this new superstar, Tony running down the ramp slapping hands with the fans, Tony slides into the ring and climbs each turnbuckle raising his arms in excitement.

Bad News Benson stomps down to the ring and is pissed at everyone.

Zach Davis: Bad News Benson has been a fixture herein the WCF for a while now and here we go!

Dexter runs at Benson and gets a kick to the gut followed by a Powerbomb. Hurricane runs at him but Benson ducks away and grabs him from behind before hitting a Reverse DDT.

Freddy Whoa: Bad News Benson in charge!

Dexter is up and Benson gouges him in the eyes. Dexter doubles over and Benson hits him with a Piledriver.

Zach Davis: Into the pin!

One!

Two!

Broken up by Tony. Tony lifts Benson up but Benson shoves him away and DDts him to the mat before stomping him. Hurricane stumbles up and Benson Clotheslines him out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Can anyone stop him?

Benson runs at Dexter and Clotheslines him into the corner. He then sets him up and runs at him...

Zach Davis: FIELD GOAL!

Bad News Benson pins him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: BAD NEWS BENSON WINS IT!

Bad News Benson rolls away and gets his arm raised.

Zach Davis: Bad News Benson rolls on to the WCF Television Championship!

Freddy Whoa: Who will win the belt? We find out next week!

Television Title Contendership Match
Adam Young vs Night Rider vs Micky Saint

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a Television Title Contendership match and it is scheduled for one fall ...

The house lights lower down to one single white light hitting the entrance.

Child's Voice: He's here!

"Antichrist Superstar" by Marilyn Manson starts playing and the single white light begins to flicker threw the smoke filling up the entrance.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first ... hailing from Abiline, Texas and weighing in at two hundred forty pound ... he is "Redneck" ADAM YOUNG!

The jumbotron lights up with a waving Rebel flag and the words "Redneck" written over it. Out steps Adam Young in his olive camo pants, black combat boots, black "Redneck" tee shirt, and black zipper hoodie over his head. The song kicks in and Adam pulls the hood off his head and begins walking towards the ring with his famous icy stare towards the ring.

Crowd: You Sick Bastard!

Adam arrives at the ring and circles it before climbing up on the ring apron where he wipes his feet before climbing into the ring. Adam walks to the center of the ring and throws his arms wide open before taking the hooded jacket off.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...

The beat kicks in and we get a shot of Micky back stage scraping his hair back into the black elastic that lives on his left arm, he slaps himself across the face 2 or 3 times and after everyone runs his hand down his beard. Out in the arena the smattering of applause can be heard as he puts his hands through the curtain first whipping them open stepping out into the arena

Kyle Steel: INTRODUCING! Hailing from Macon, Georgia USA! Weighing in at 180 pounds, he is The Contract Killer! MICKY SAINT!

He makes his way down to the ring stopping in front of it crouching down on the balls of his feet and rocks from side to side assessing the situation before launching himself into the ring under the bottom rope from that position turning rolling mid slide and grabbing the bottom rope using it to pop himself back up to his feet and goes right to a corner and back down onto the balls of his feet holding the top rope and letting himself lean forward eyes closed preparing in his head for what comes next.

Kyle Steel: And their opponent ...

The lights in the arena go out. A red spotlight begins panning the audience as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the jumbo tron.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring ... weighing in at three hundred and thirty five pounds ... he is NIGHT RIDER!!

Red pyrotechnics explode up and down the entrance ramp as the curtains open. There is a loud explosion as Night Rider steps out and makes his way to the ring. He grabs a microphone from ringside and steps through the ropes.

Zach Davis: Tonight is a very important night for everyone. One of these three men will advance on to contendership for the WCF Television Championship. I can't wait!

Freddy Whoa: Neither can they and it's about to get under way!

Bell rings.

Young goes straight after Saint as he swings some hard punches on him. But Saint covers up and shoves the Villain off after he lands about three or four hits. Night Rider remains in his corner, leaning against the turnbuckle watching on for a moment, contemplating when the best opportunity to get involved would be. Saint stays right behind Young and as he falls back to the mat from the power of the shove. Saint is already hauling him back up. He hauls Adam from the ground for a powerbomb, but as he is picking him up, Young manages to use the momentum as he slides out of the powerbomb attempt and instead brings Saint face first into the canvas with a DDT.

Zach Davis: Micky Saint starting off with a display of dominance that was quickly subdued by Adam Young.

Freddy Whoa: Aam Young a veteran for sure. He used his agility and quickness to get himself out of that predicament.

Night Rider now gets himself into the match as he rushes Adam with a running knee lift. He tumbles to the corner and Rider sets his sights on Saint. He hauls Micky to his feet, but quickly sends him back down with a suplex. Night Rider was all business tonight and quickly rebounds to his feet, delivering a legdrop across Saint's throat for good measure.

Zach Davis: Night Rider no longer a spectator as he also sees action in this contest.

Freddy Whoa: It appears he wanted to get a glimpse of what Saint and Young was all about before testing a strategy.

Night Rider again hauls Saint to his feet, only to be caught off guard as Micky tosses him over with an unexpected belly to belly release suplex. Saint follows up with a knee drop to the forehead and Rider is writhing on the mat. Young rushes up behind Saint as he comes off the knee drop and rolls him up for a schoolboy pinning attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NO!

Saint shoots a shoulder up.

Freddy Whoa: Oh that was close! I thought it was over right there!

Zach Davis: Very intelligent wrestling there by Adam Young. He wants to get this one over with quickly.

Freddy Whoa: I agree. Many people seem to overlook Adam, but let's face it, the man is a ring veteran who can pull it out on any given night.

Zach Davis: Exactly and that shows it, seizing an opportunity that almost ended the match right then and there.

Saint rolls back to his feet quickly, as does Adam. The two have the same idea as they rush each other for a clothesline. Both competitors take each other off their feet and fall to the canvas. Rider is trying to pull himself back up with the ropes. Saint begins to get to his feet first, and as he does, Rider meets him with a shoulder tackle. Young slowly gets to his feet and Rider has a follow up for him. However, the Villain was ready and takes Night Rider off his feet with a drop toe hold that sends Rider into the middle rope, face hung over it.

Zach Davis: Oooh! That one had to hurt there!

Freddy Whoa: None of these competitors are playing any games here tonight. It shows!

As Rider lays draped over the middle rope, Adam rushes into the opposite one, taking a full head of steam, he jumps up with a straddled leg drop across the back of Rider's neck. This sends Night Rider slingshotting backward on the mat. Young now makes his way after Saint who catches him with a Northern Lights Suplex pinning combination. Referee gets into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

Zach Davis: It's over!

Freddy Whoa: Oooohhh! So close, but only a two count!

Zach Davis: Micky Saint putting an end to Adam Young's wave of momentum.

Freddy Whoa: Things aren't looking good right now.

Young kicks out. Saint rolls out of the bridge and makes his way back to his feet, when out of the corner of his eye he sees Night Rider's boot, but it's too late. Rider connects a big boot to Saint's forehead, sending him down.

Freddy Whoa: And now Night Rider back in control here!

Zach Davis: None of these stars are missing a beat. It's high paced from start to finish. Everyone wants that opportunity to compete for the Television Championship.

Freddy Whoa: Night Rider looking to capitalize and make a huge statement to Micky Saint.

Zach Davis: But here comes Young!

Adam nails Rider with a neckbreaker out of nowhere, shifting the momentum once again. Just as quickly as he puts Night Rider back down, Saint sends him down with an enziguri that comes out of nowhere. Young is back down, Night Rider is down, and Saint looks to capitalize.

Freddy Whoa: This momentum is shifting back and forth between all of them so much that I can hardly keep track!

Zach Davis: Saint looking in great form here and may take it.

Saint climbs the turnbuckle, setting up for Moneys been paid as he is perched, positioning himself to NAIL Young. However, just as Saint is about to deliver the coup de gràce, Night Rider rushes the turnbuckle, hopping up to the second rope and grabbing Saint for a superplex. Saint is sent crashing down to the mat below. Night Rider immediately crawls into the cover, rolling Saint up, grabbing the tights and the rope for extra leverage.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NO!

Zach Davis: He almost stole it!

Freddy Whoa: This is why triple threat matches are so damn difficult.

Young makes the save as he kicks Night Rider's hand from the ropes. This causes the pin to be broken up as Saint is able to shift his weight and kick free. Night Rider quickly to his feet and he is FURIOUS as he rushes at Young full throttle for a spear tackle. He sidesteps him and his own velocity sends him through the ropes, shoulder first into the ringpost. He hangs over the apron to the outside, holding his shoulder. Saint staggers back to his feet only to be met with a boot to the midsection. Young pulls him in for Redneck Riveria but Saint twists under, spins out of it and instead hauls Adam Young up!

Zach Davis: EXTRAVAGANT KILL!

Freddy Whoa: That puts the exclamation point on this one!

Referee slides into position as Saint goes for the cover. But Night Rider rushes back into the ring and BLASTS Saint in the side of the head with a SICKENING boot to the skull! Saint rolls over and is OUT of it. Night Rider drops down and covers Young.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

BELL RINGS.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... NIGHT RIDER!

Zach Davis: What a match! Night Rider advances onward and is now in direct contendership for the Television championship. It just as easily could have been either of the other two men. Hell of a performance by these three.

Freddy Whoa: They came out here and gave it everything they had. Goes to show just how important an opportunity like this is.

Television Title Contendership Match
Neforian vs CJ Phoenix vs Lucious Starr

Kyle Steel: his match, scheduled for one fall. Is a triple threat, TV Title contenders match. Introducing first, Fighting out of Los Angeles California by way of Akron Ohio. He is Hades Avenger. Lucioussssss Starrrrrrrrr!

"The Greatest" by Futuristic hits the PA, pyros flying in all directions as the word 'underrated' finishes. Lucious Start walks out from backstage, surveying the crowd. He nods, pointing to the ring. He starts down the ramp, slapping his chest and pointing out to the crowd. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, stopping to take in the moment. A deep breath, and he jumps up to the apron (a LA Lesnar). He then pops up over the top rope, running to the nearest turnbuckle, saluting and waving to the crowd. He drops, waiting for his match to begin.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Baton Rouge Louisiana. C……J…….Phoenix!

Turn down for dum dee dum Hits the loudspeakers. Phoenix runs out onto the stage when the beat drops. He stretches his arms out as he looks at the crowd before running down the ramp with his arms stretched out and flames following him on each side until he reaches the end of the ramp. He slides into the ring and runs up one of the turnbuckles. He then does a cross sign with his hands before pointing upward and hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring. He takes his corner opposite Starr.

Kyle Steell: And last but not least. From Manassas Virginia. He is the Manassas Mauler…Neforrrrrriannnnnnn!!!!

Beethovens "Moonlight Sonata" plays over the arena loudspeakers and the lights go out.

A single spotlight shines light onto the entrance ramp and Neforian appears. He is focused but oddly relaxed, almost as if he is knows there is a fight coming but isn't really aware that he is involved in it. Neforian walks slowly down to the ring. He makes no eye contact with the crowd, barely acknowledges their presence. He grabs the bottom rope but doesn't pull himself up. He simply walks along the apron with the rope in his hand. There is a sadness in the way he looks at the ring. Finally he pulls himself up onto the canvas and enters the ring. He stands in the center of the ring before finally raising his head up and looking out into the crowd. His beautiful blue eyes sparkle in the reflection of the spotlight. Neforian takes a deep breath in and slowly releases it, He stares calculated at both his opponents before slowly backing into his corner.

The bell rings and Phoenix and Starr immediately charge each other delivering lefts and rights. Neforian doesn’t move, standing motionless in his corner watching the two men fight in the center of the ring, Phoenix and Starr continue to trade blows. Finally Phoenix gains the upper hand and pushes Starr into the ropes. The irish whip sends Starr across the ring to the other side. Phoenix leaps into the air and catches starr with a dropkick, laying him out. Phoenix climbs quickly to his feet and looks to see where Neforian is at. Neforian still has not moved from his spot in the corner and is simply watching Phoenix like a Hawk.

Starr slowly begins to rise to his feet and Phoenix delivers a few kicks to the oblique area. Starr lets out a short yell each time he is kicked. Phoenix hits the ropes and launches into Starr with a sit down drop kick to the head. Lifting Starr to his feet Phoenix whips him into the ropes, Starr ducks under a leapfrogging Phoenix and out of nowhere is hit with a huge clothesline from Neforian who has finally decided to get involved.

Starr lands hard on the mat as Phoenix spins around to catch him off the opposite end of the ring only to realize Neforian has finally woken up. Phoenix hits the ropes and launches himself cross body at Neforian but is caught mid air. Neforian Holds the much smaller Phoenix against his chest and walks around the ring, showing off his strength to the crowd. Finally he falls forward and slams phoenix hard to the mat. He hold for the cover.

ONE………………………….

TWO……………………………….

THR- NO STARR IS ABLE TO BREAK UP THE PIN!!!!

Neforian stands up and turns to meet Starr in the center of the ring. Neforian has the one inch height advantage by Starr is equally as large a man.

The two lock up and starr forces Neforian back into a corner. Starr rams his shoulder intot he mid section of Neforian multiple times. He grabs Neforians arm and whips him across the ring into the oppositie turnbuckle. Starr follows him in and hits a clothesline in the corner, he follows it up with a running bulldog out into the center of the ring before hopping to his feet and playing to the crowd. They respond with cheers.

CJ Phoenix stirs to his feet and Starr wastes no time grabbing him by the head and pulling him to his feet for a quick snap suplex. Starr gets to his feet and climbs to the middle turnbuckle. He drops an elbow across the throat of phoenix and goes for the cover…

ONE…………

TWO………

KICK OUT AT TWO!!!!

Starr pulls phoenix to his feet as neforian climbs to his. The three men stand circle in the center of the ring.

Phoenix is able to shake the cobwebs out of his head and hits Starr with a quick right. Starr turns and returns the punch but instead of returning it to Phoenix he socks Neforian. Neforian Returns the punch to Phoenix. Phoenix to Starr, Starr to Neforian, Neforian to Phoenix, Phoenix to Starr, Starr to Neforian, Neforian to Phoneix.

The three men go around the circle six times. Finally Phoenix catches Starr with a hard left, Neforian catches Starr with hard right sending him back to Phoenix. Phoenix hits the right, neforian the left, phoenix the right, neforian the left. Sending Starr back and forth between the two of them. Finally after a right hand from Phoenix, Starr hits the mat flat on his back.

Neforian charges phoenix who quickly backpedals away from Neforian. Phoenix backpedals all the way to the ropes as Neforian looks for the clothesline Phoenix grabs the top rope and falls to the mat, dumping Neforian over the top. Neforian lands head first onto the mat outside the ring.

The crowd cheers as Phoenix focuses his attention back on Starr. Pulling Starr back to his feet they lock up, Starr ducks under the right arm of Starr and locks in a waist lock. Starr counters into a hammerlock. Phoenix counters into a standing arm bar then moves on into a headlock. Starr forces the headlock to the ropes and uses the leverage to push Phoenix off him and into the ropes. Starr connects with a clothesline. He grabs Phoenix and lifts him onto his shoulders…

HELLS WRATH!!!!!!!!!

Phoenix is locked in the hells wrath and the ref asks if he wants to quit

NO!!!!!

NO!!!!!!

Phoenix has to quit but he wont say the words!!

NEFORIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Neforian regained his composure and hits a huge spear on Starr. Phoenix comes crashing to the ground as starr hits the mat. Neforian grabs Starr and throws him over the top rope. He turns back to phoenix and hits the running powerslam!!!

ONE………….

TWO…………..

THREE!!!!!!!

Here is your winner…NEFORIANNNNNNNNN

Neforians hand is raised as he tils his head back and closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath in and then slowly exhales and opens his eyes. An angry scowl across his face as he looks out at the crowd.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Thomas Uriel Bates vs James Chevalier

The Stage 2 theme of Journey to Silius begins to play, as the crowd pops loudly. The arena goes dark, as many green and red lasers cut through the darkness. James Chevalier then walks out from behind the curtain nonchalantly, as he raises his hands with a look of surprise on his face to the response he receives from the fans. Sammy Donnigan walks in behind The Game, as Kyle Steel announces the arrival of The Game

Kyle Steel: On his way to the ring, weighing in at a whopping 178 pounds and hailing from Portland, Maine! THE GAME, JAAAAAAAAAAAAMES CHEVAAAAAAAAAAAAALIERRRRRRRRRRRR!

James smiles, as he waves and interacts with the fans on his way to the ring. Sammy just stays a few paces behind James. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the ring steps, before he pulls himself onto the top of the turnbuckle, staying perched up there for several moments, before he drops into the ring. He then perches himself up on each turnbuckle, much to the delight of the fans. The last turnbuckle he stays perched atop of until prompted by the referee to come down before the start of the match. Sammy just stays on the floor, and walks to the corner that James occupies.

Zach Davis: The Game in the ring, awaiting Bates.

Freddy Whoa: I do not envy him one bit. This is truly a tall order for the rookie aerial specialist who doesn't even weigh half of what Bates weighs.

Corey Black: Well, everyone has been talking him up. I don't see what the big deal about him is, but it's put up or shut up time for him. Bates will be an excellent test for him. Just to see if he has what it takes to hack it here in the WCF.

Zach Davis: What are you even doing out here?

Corey Black. Something something.. contract something..

“Midnight Rider” by the Allman Brothers Band blares over the PA system as the titron begins showing clips of Thomas Uriel Bates riding his motorcycle along a deserted highway. The titron displays images from previous matches against Bobby Cairo, ICE Beckman, Corey Black, Jonny Fly, Gemini Battle, Joey Flash, and more. As the titron plays clips from previous matches, and from the deserted highway ride; Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage.

Kyle Steele: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at four hundred and thirty pounds and standing at six foot, nine inches. From Huntsville, Alabama, the Impassable Mountain, The Mountain of W-C-F, THOMAS URIEL BBBBAAAAATTTTTTEEEEEESSSS!!!!

He glares down at the ring with intensity before finally walking to the ring. He arrives at the ring, climbs up the steps and walks to the center of the apron. He steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates looks towards The Game, stretches out his arms, and roars. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect. Game, still perched on top of a turnbuckle, just gives Bates a dirty look from his position.

Zach Davis: And Thomas Uriel Bates, returning to active competition after a long layoff, in which he pursued state office in his home state of Alabama.

Freddy Whoa: It's probably for the best he did not make it into office, anyways. But his return was anything but what he was expecting, with the quick elimination in the first round of Trios.

Corey Black: Yeah, but he was teaming with scrubs. What did he expect this year to be?

Zach Davis: Two of those members did help eliminate Two and a Half...

Corey Black: Yeah, that'll be enough lip from you, Davis.

The referee calls for Game to leave his perch and enter the ring, which he obliges the referee. As his feet hit the ground, the referee calls for the bell...

DING! DING! DING!

Bates moves immediately to the middle of the ring, as he prompts The Game to move towards him. The Game, undeterred, puts a hand on his hip, as he motions for Bates to come to him in his corner. Bates walks to the corner, and makes for a grapple, as James moves around the back of Bates, hammering away at the flank of the much larger man.

Bates swats at The Game, who ducks the attack, but does not avoid the other hand, as Bates grabs Game by the arm, before bringing a resounding chop down on the top of Game's head, flooring him with very little effort. Bates goes for a follow-up elbow drop, but Game rolls out of the way, as Bates comes crashing down onto the mat.

Zach Davis: Bates with that power, flooring Game, but Game evades further offense from Bates, as Bates hits nothing but canvas on that elbow drop.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, its probably going to be Game avoiding that big offense as much as he can, while wearing down Bates with his obvious speed advantage.

Corey Black: Yeah, I don't even think this kid can bench his own body weight, let alone even move Bates with his physicality, or lack thereof...

Bates returns to his feet, to find Game already up, planting a dropkick into Bates, who stumbles into the turnbuckles. Game is back on his feet, and rushes the turnbuckles. He attempts to drive a knee into Bates, but Bates catches him, and hits a powerslam on James in the corner. He stays in position, as the referee begins the count...

1...

2...

KICK-OUT!!!

Freddy Whoa: I thought that was it for The Game...

Corey Black: Are you kidding me? This kid is a glutton for punishment. But he's lucky Bates is just toying with him.

Zach Davis: And Bates picking The Game up for a power bomb...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Game avoids it, jumps from Bates to the turnbuckles, and plants a roundhouse kick across the mug of the TUB!!!

Corey Black: Bates stumbles back, but still has his feet!

Zach Davis: But Bates is smiling, as he shakes off the offense from The Game, and James doesn't look thrilled about it, at all!

Bates nods at Game, before he moves in to engage The Game once more. But The Game charges in, prompting Bates to raise a foot to deter a rushing attack. Game ducks the big boot, and slams his shoulder into the planted leg of Bates, flooring the giant as the ring shakes violently from the crashing weight of Thomas Uriel Bates! Game keeps a hold of the leg, kicking and twisting the leg, before Bates kicks Game squarely enough to send him flying backwards into the ropes and out of the ring!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!

Corey Black: Tubular, all the way around!

Zach Davis: Game finally floors the big man, only to get kicked out of the ring for his troubles! Referee is counting, as Bates recovers himself. Bates does NOT look happy about getting floored!

Corey Black: Sam going over to check on his wrestler, who seems to have found his feet okay, and is starting to enter the ring... WOW!!!

Bates grabs a returning Game by the head over the top rope, and brings him into the ring the hard way with a modified snapmare/chokeslam, which plants Game into the middle of the ring, before he bounces across the ring into the other set of ropes, which James falls through to the ground! The fans go NUTS at the sheer power that Bates just displays, as The Game gets back to his feet, raising his hands above his head to signal that he's okay, which evokes MORE cheering!!!

Zach Davis: The Game back on the ring apron, as Bates moves to cut him off...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Game just pulled himself into the ring, and hits a flipping cannonball on Bates!

Corey Black: Bates still has his feet, but he's obviously stunned by the attack! Game is back on is feet, hits the ropes behind Bates and he clips Bates behind the knees!

Zach Davis: Bates struggling to get back upright, and The Game with...

Crowd and Game: SHORYUKEN!!!

Freddy Whoa: That knocks Bates flat and prone to the ground!

Zach Davis: Vicious uppercut from Game after getting Bates closer to his height!

Corey Black: And The Game is moving to the turnbuckles!!!

Freddy Whoa: Could it be?

Zach Davis: He's signalling for it!!! Bates is taking his time getting to his feet...

Corey Black: He's turning around, looking for The Game...

Freddy Whoa: Game jumps off!!!

Zach Davis: GAME OVER!!!

Corey Black: NO!!! BATES CAUGHT HIM!!! BATES CAUGHT HIM IN MIDAIR!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Zach Davis: AND BOTH MEN GO OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE GROUND!!!

Freddy Whoa: Bates hits the ring steps!!! Game hits the guardrails! The referee is counting this one.

Corey Black: That is just a big can of ugly out there, right now...

The referee counts it out...

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

Zach Davis: Game back to his feet, bleeding from the mouth. He gets back into the ring!

7...

8...

Corey Black: Bates limping to the ring after struggling.

Freddy Whoa: That's one hell of a bruise on his leg! Must've happened when he hit the ring steps!

Zach Davis: And Bates makes it under the ropes to beat the count!

Corey Black: And The Game is all over Bates like a cheap suit!!! Stomps and kicks on Bates, trying to keep the big man from getting vertical!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Bates on his knee, and grabs The Game by the throat!!! He's picking him up, over his head!!!

Corey Black: Game grabs the ropes, and pulls himself over the top rope to avoid what could be the Memphis Giant Slam...

Zach Davis: Bates to his feet and swings over the top rope at The Game, who slips through the middle ropes, with another kick to the injured leg of Bates!!!

Corey Black: And Bates falls backwards into the middle of the ring! Game pulls himself up onto the top rope!!!

Freddy Whoa: What balance on that top rope!!! Game jumps, and hits a slingshot legdrop on the fallen Bates! He goes for the cover!!!

1...

2...

KICK-OUT!!!

Zach Davis: What a kickout!!!

Freddy Whoa: Bates practically chucked The Game into the corner with that kickout! Geez!!!!

Corey Black: Classic Bates kickout right there. But The Game is back on his feet, as he waits for Bates to try and get to his feet...

Freddy Whoa: Bates is bent over, and Game hits the ropes!!! Game sails over Bates, grabbing his head, but Bates doesn't budge!!!

Zach Davis: I think he tried to catch Bates Camping, but instead, he's now eating an elbow drop from Bates!!! The cover!!!

1...

2...

Kickout!!!

Game rolls his shoulder up under the bulk of Bates, who looks frustrated, but grabs James by the scruff of his shirt, before getting vertical, pulling Game up with him. He then lifts The Game up over his head in a military press, before he presses him once... twice...

Freddy Whoa: Here it is!!!

Zach Davis: MEMPHIS GIANT SLAM!!!! AND NOW BATES IS CALLING FOR THE BADGE!!!

Corey Black: How is The Game still even moving after getting tossed that high up?

Zach Davis: Moving, yes. Moving fast, no!

Freddy Whoa: AND BATES HAS GAME IN THE FULL NELSON!!!

"Treachery" by Bleach begins to play, as Bates pauses and looks down the ramp, expecting Logan to arrive. He holds The Game in position for several seconds, before he lifts him up...

Freddy Whoa: Game is up in the air...

Corey Black: Game kicks Bates in midair, and maneuvers himself in the air out of the grasp of Bates...

Zach Davis: Game with a headscissors, and he's locked on RAGE QUIT!!! BATES IS IN RAGE QUIT!!!

Freddy Whoa: BATES' LEGS ARE BUCKLING!!! HE SLAMS HIMSELF BACKWARDS!!!

Corey Black: IT'S NO USE!!! GAME IS LOCKED IN!!!

Zach Davis: BATES HAS PASSED OUT!

Corey Black: NO FUCKING WAY!!!

Freddy Whoa: HE DIDN'T TAP OUT! HE DIDN'T GIVE UP! But he passed out!

The referee calls for the bell, as it rings out to signal the end of the match...

Freddy Whoa: THIS IS AN UPSET!!! GAME ADVANCES IN THE WCF CLASSIC! HE USES THE PSYCH OUT BY THE FAMILY AND TURNED THE TABLES ON BATES!

Zach Davis: Folks, don't go away! We got plenty more action coming up later on tonight on SLAM!!!

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Mikey eXtreme vs Zombie McMorris

WINNER: MIKEY " Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. Kyle Steel announces his arrival in the arena...

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds... ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!!!

He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.

Freddy Whoa: Honey Badger in the ring! Honey Badger don't give a...

Corey Black: Yeah, we know.

Zach Davis: Another longstanding WCF member who has survived the recent purge...

Corey Black: Yeah, we're not talking about that, either. Or you get purged, if you catch my drift...

Zach Davis just looks over at Corey Black with a shocked look, as the lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head titled back as he looks to the ceiling. Vidalia and Freakshow flank him as they make their way ringside.

Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring being accompanied by Vidalia and Freakshow, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 225 lbs, Mikey eXtreme!

Mikey ignores the fans trying to reach out to touch him. He throws the kendo stick into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, crawling to the corner where he sits laughing and rocking back and forth. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Mikey's opponent(s) as Vidalia whispers some kind of plan into Mikey's ear.

Zach Davis: Well, this should be an interesting match-up, to say the least. Both competitors known to just throw down and brawl. Neither man afraid to use weapons and get hardcore. This match-up cannot be easily predicted, as you don't know what you're going to get from either man on any given night.

Corey Black: Well, truth be told, I don't know if you can call what either of these guys do inside of that ring "wrestling". But yes, I'd say it's going to be an interesting and unpredictable match-up this evening.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! AND BOTH OF THEM ARE ALREADY SLUGGING IT OUT BEFORE THE REFEREE CAN CALL FOR THE BELL!!!

The referee quickly calls for the bell, as both men continue to pummel each other in the middle of the ring with a barrage of fists and boots...

ach Davis: Both men not even bothering to wait for the bell, as they slug it out in the middle of the ring!

Freddy Whoa: At least the referee just rang the bell and that was the end of that!

Mikey breaks up the monotony of the slug-fest, as he kicks ZMAC low, before grabbing him and slinging him into the ropes. ZMAC rebounds off the ropes and is met with a back body drop from Mikey eXtreme. Mikey follows up with several boots to ZMAC, before pulling him to his feet and executing a vertical suplex on Zombie.

Zach Davis: And with Mikey winning the exchange, plenty of offense on ZMAC being executed.

Corey Black:Say what you want about Zombie, but he's tougher than a coffin nail. I would know.

Mikey goes to pull Zombie up for another move, but ZMAC brings it to a halt with a jawbreaker that sends Mikey backwards. ZMAC follows and pulls the hair of Mikey backwards, before setting up and executing an inverted suplex on Mikey.

Freddy Whoa: And now it looks like Zombie is in control!

Corey Black: Just like that.

Zombie then starts stomping away at the fallen eXtreme, until Mikey grabs a foot, and manipulates it where Zombie falls to the ground. Mikey starts working on an ankle lock, but Zombie rolls over, and boots Mikey in the face, breaking up the hold. Zombie starts to get to his feet, but Mikey puts a hold on that, as he executes a dropkick on the recovering Zombie, sending him through the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Mikey eXtinguishes Zombie's recovery, sending him to the floor! WHOA!!!

Corey Black: Mikey just slingshotted himself over the top rope on top of Zombie McMorris!

Zach Davis: Both men hitting the guardrail with the impact of the maneuver. Referee is counting out both men...

1...

2...

3...

Zach Davis: Both men are starting to get up.

Freddy Whoa: And here comes Freakshow behind Zombie. AND ZOMBIE JUST PUNTS FREAKSHOW RIGHT IN THE FAMILY JEWELS!!!

Corey Black: So much for that interference! Zombie turns to face Mikey...

Zach Davis: AND X MARKS THE SPOT ON ZMAC! Mikey is heading back to the ring!!! Referee is at 7...

8...

9...

Zombie manages to get up and force himself back under the ropes, to be met with several stomps by Mikey for his efforts.

Freddy Whoa: Mikey with the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Zombie gets the shoulder up!

Mikey lifts McMorris up and throws him to the ropes, but McMorris reverses it. Mikey hits the ropes and Clotheslines McMorris down as he comes back. McMorris gets back up.

Zach Davis: eXplosion!

Mikey drops down and pins Zombie McMorris.

One.

Two.

Three.

Freddy Whoa: MIKEY EXTREME WINS IT!

Mikey rollls out of the ring and gets his arm raised.

Zach Davis: Another advancement in the WCF Classic this year... And his name is Mikey eXtreme.

Mikey rolls out of the ring and backpeddles up the ramp as the WCF Internet Champion taunts him.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Brent Alpine vs Caleb Ronan

Zach Davis: The Classic Tournament continues now with a match that I really cannot call either way.

Freddy Whoa: Alpine's back!

Zach Davis: Yep, and he's as irritatingly bombastic as when he first arrived. He's come through a mental breakdown and a 2 year disappearance but seems exactly the same guy he arrived as in early 2014.

Freddy Whoa: A classic case of amnesia which, considering his breakdown, is probably a good thing.

Zach Davis: Maybe but tonight's match could prove problematic for his mental health. He's up against Caleb Ronan who is quickly winning admirers here in the WCF.

Freddy Whoa: Most definitely. He may be a narcissistic millennial but he is a heck of a talent in that ring and that's where it matters.

Zach Davis: True. He won his first 2 matches but has lost the last 3 so he'll be fired up for this, and what better way to turn things around now he's 3 matches away from the World Title. Let's go to ringside.

'Some Nights' by Fun blares out to a mixed reaction from the crowd as Caleb Ronan walks out in determination. As he reaches the top of the ramp, he pauses for a moment and realises that he no longer has his beloved cell phone. He shakes off his disappointment and continues forth. As he enters the ring, he removes his trademark black hoodie.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this is another match in the WCF Classic Tournament! Introducing first, weighing 190 pounds, from Centereach, New York, here is Caleb Ronan!

Younger members of the audience cheer while older folks snigger.

Freddy Whoa: I have a feeling about this kid. I can see him going all the way in the WCF fast. Alpine's been given a terrible match to return to.

A ghostly synth breathes over the PA.

The first keyboard chord of Prince's 'Gold' blares as a red shooting star firework darts up from the entrance-way to the left rafters. The second chord chimes as the arena lights flash red. The third chord accompanies a light blue star shoots to the upper right of the arena. Blue lights flash to greet the fourth chord.

Percy Micro, a micro pig with an electronic voice-box, scurries down the ramp to laughs and an ironic pop from the crowd. He is followed by the rest of the E.M.S. entourage, 'The Vulture' Dallas Culture and Esther.

As the main tune commences, a yellow spotlight covers the entrance as 'The Shine' Brent Alpine steps out from the back to sneers. A shower of sparks surround him, eliciting a brief pop at the spectacle. Alpine keeps walking, slides into the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle. The pig 'speaks' in a robotic tone.

Percy Micro: Introducing our cherished commodity, from Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 259 pounds... 'The Shine'... Brent... Alpine!

'The Shine' glares in comical intensity and lifts up the back of his suit jacket like a Batman cape. He dismounts and hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle. He leaps onto the opposite turnbuckle. He removes his tie and long white shirt and throws them into the crowd, now ready for the match ahead. Esther cradles the pig in her arms.

Zach Davis: Brent looks better than ever. The time in the psychiatric hospital seems to have done him well.

Alpine and Ronan immediately lock up and test their strength. The bigger Australian quickly prevails and he brings Ronan down to his knees. Alpine stomps him in the gut several times. Alpine runs to the ropes and prepares a running enziguri. However, Ronan has quickly gotten up and shocks Brent with a superkick. He covers.

1...

2...

3! NO!

Freddy Whoa: Caleb Ronan pinned Alpine! How did the referee get that so wrong?

Zach Davis: It definitely seemed that The Shine kicked out too late. Ronan can rightly feel aggrieved there.

Freddy Whoa: Alpine's rusty.

As Caleb remonstrates with the official, Alpine is getting to his feet. Ronan turns to face him but Alpine catches him in an ambitious standing hurricanrana. However, the contact was poor and both men have landed badly.

Zach Davis: I think you're right. Brent botched that move. He could be out cold.

Both men are down following the nasty fall. The fans clap for someone to get up as the referee begins to count.

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

They both get to their feet at the same time. Ronan whips Alpine into the ropes. Alpine rebounds off and Ronan leapfrogs him. Alpine rebounds off the ropes again and this time he leapfrogs Ronan when he goes to attack. They turn and face each other as the fans applaud their acrobatics.

Freddy Whoa: So much for ring rust. I think Alpine's motivated by Caleb's athleticism.

Alpine gestures a handshake towards Ronan. The youngster reciprocates but Alpine immediately downs him with an enziguri. Alpine picks him up and attempts a Russian leg sweep but Caleb counters with a chop to the midsection and pulls The Shine down into a single arm DDT. He covers.

1...

2...

Alpine kicks out! Ronan kicks him a few times. He picks him up and plants him straight back down again into a sit out scoop slam. He goes for another pin.

1...

2...

KICKOUT! Ronan slams the mat in frustration. He moves to the corner of the ring and mounts the turnbuckle. He connects sweetly with a top rope senton bomb. He again covers Alpine.

Zach Davis: This could be all she wrote!

1...

2...

Freddy Whoa: RONAN WINS! NO!

It looked again as though Alpine kicked out on the stroke of 3. Ronan again protests with the referee, thinking he should be declared the winner.

Zach Davis: UH OH... What's happening?!

Freddy Whoa: OH NO! Ronan's eye is twitching again! He's being triggered.

Zach Davis: This could mean trouble for Alpine. Ronan is losing it. He's dangerous in this state.

Ronan steps back, sensing he needs to compose himself. His head drops into his hands and he seems to be battling with his inner turmoil. Meanwhile, Brent Alpine has sneakily crawled to his feet and hits another standing hurricanrana. This one is executed perfectly and into a pin.

Freddy Whoa: Wow, don't rule Brent out too soon!

1...

2...

ALMOST! This near pinfall appears to galvanise Alpine. He turns Ronan around and locks him in the Mount Unpleasant camel clutch submission hold. Caleb shouts in pain. Alpine mouths various comments to him like 'I'M SORRY DRONGO, JUST GIVE UP!' and 'THIS IS ONLY AS BAD AS YOU LET IT BE'. The referee moves close to Ronan to discern whether he's submitting.

Zach Davis: Mount Unpleasant in the centre of the ring! I see no escape for Caleb. Brent's going to advance...

Just as Zach utters these words, Caleb has summoned an extra burst of strength and manages to wriggle to the ropes. As the referee tries to break up the hold, Alpine will not relent. Caleb starts to tap.

Freddy Whoa: Ronan quits - Alpine wins!

Zach Davis: No, no. It was an illegal hold as Ronan held the ropes.

The referee tries to convince Alpine of this very fact. However, Alpine is furious. He squares up to the official and screams in his face.

Freddy Whoa: This is a much more aggressive Shine than we've seen before.

As Alpine continues to claim that he should be the victor, Caleb Ronan gets up and charges at him with the 'I'm Offended!' running single front leg dropkick. However, Brent was one step ahead of him and swerves out of the line of fire. He grabs Ronan and pulls him into a cutthroat swinging neckbreaker.

Zach Davis: THE GLOW WORM!

He covers.

1...

2...

3!

Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, and progressing in the WCF Classic Tournament, 'The Shine' Brent Alpine!

Zach Davis: Huge win for the returning superstar! He had a lot to prove here and will have sent a big message to the rest of the Classic participants.

Freddy Whoa: For sure. But make no mistake, Caleb Ronan proved he can hang at this level and can ultimately feel very aggrieved not to be the winner. I counted at least two pinfalls where Brent's shoulders were down at 3. The referee let himself down tonight.

Zach Davis: I have a feeling that this sure aint over. I can envision many future epic battles between these two youngsters. The WCF is lucky to have them. WAIT, HANG ON...

Ronan stands facing Alpine with a look of fury. His eyes are now twitching uncontrollably and his body is tense and convulsing. He is about to attack Alpine but restrains himself and simply slides out of the ring and quickly darts to the back. Alpine's E.M.S. entourage of Percy Micro, Esther and Dallas Culture enter the ring and celebrate with him.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Gemini Battle vs Stuart Slane

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round WCF Classic contest!

Huge pop from the crowd.

Zach Davis: Stuart Slane and Gemini Battle set for action. Round one of the WCF Classic! Who's moving on?!

Freddy Whoa: Everything has been shaken up. WCF Classic, everyone wants to advance to that World Championship final.

Zach Davis: Who's going to make that happen here tonight, we're about to find out.

“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the arena as Gemini Battle makes his way through the entrance curtain.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, making his way to the ring ... from Centerreeach, New York weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds ... he is GEMINI BATTLE!!!

The crowd cheers as he accepts the praise of the fans by slapping their hands, but never smiles as he heads to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and slithers like a snake into the corner where he sits in the corner and meditates until it’s time to get up and ready to fight.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...

“Conquistador” by Procol Harum plays as Slane walks out from gorilla to a Conway Pop.

Kyle Steel: From Grant, Iowa... weighing in at two hundred seventy pounds... he is STUART SLANE!

As he makes his way down the ramp and up the steps he awkwardly attemptS to engage the crowd by waving to a few fans and attempting to give a thumbs up gesture to some of the younger members of the crowd. He eventually makes it down to the ring and makes his way onto the apron. After wiping his feet on the apron he then enters between the ropes. Stuart then moves to his corner, where he loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics.

Zach Davis: And here we go!

Referee calls for the bell and neither man wastes any time. A collar and elbow tie up to start things off. Battle takes Slane over with a quick arm drag. Slane gets back to his feet and Battle again tries for an arm drag, but Slane hops out of it, now catching Battle with a belly to belly suplex. Battle lands on the mat and Slane hoists himself up only to the middle turnbuckle, not wanting to take unnecessary risk, taking off for a stomp. Battle rolls out of the way and Slane catches himself, landing on his feet.

Battle rolls back to his feet now and the two circle each other a few times, each man throwing in a "test" grab at the other, getting a feel for what pace was going to be set. Again, the two lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Slane shooting into a side headlock. Battle with the shove off and Slane into the ropes. On the return, Slane with a double leg grab takedown and Battle slaps the mat in frustration after being taken down again.

Zach Davis: Very fast paced action here to start with. Battle showing signs of frustration early on. But he's going to need to remain focused in the ring with a veteran like Slane.

Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle is certainly no rookie, but Slane does have some years experience on him, this is true.

Slane moves in, keeping the offensive pressure on Battle, who suddenly burts out with a dropkick to Slane's knees. Stuart falls forward and hit the mat face first. Battle capitalizes immediately as he hits the ropes and nails a running knee to the face that connects squarely against Slane's jaw. He rolls him over quickly for the pinfall. Ref in position.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO!

And Slane shoots his shoulder up!

Battle is undetered as he remains in control. He gets to his feet quickly, pulling Slane up with him and immediately takes him over with a gutwrench suplex. Slane hits the mat hard and arches his back up in pain. The attempt at relief is short-lived as Battle follows up with a jumping leg drop for good measure. Battle stands ready, waiting for the former Scoutmaster to get back to his feet. As Slane does make it back to a vertical base, Battle uses the middle rope to shoot himself off with a flying forearm, though Slane meets him with a dropkick to the chest instead.

With Battle now down, Slane takes a moment to regain himself and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Battle begins to stir just as Slane reaches the top. However, as Battle does pull himself back to his feet he is immediately send back down to the canvas courtesy of a diving cross body. Slane remains positioned on top of Battle after the impact, hooking the leg. Ref again slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--No! Battle is able to get his shoulder off the mat.

Zach Davis: And a few near falls here already! Unusual high risk there by Slane. But it hit its mark.

Freddy Whoa: That's the thing about these WCF Classic matches, people pull it out. They reach deep down and just go to places they never have. Everyone hungry for the opportunity.

Slane remains focused after the unsuccesful pinfall attempt and takes hold of Battle's arm, he pulls back into am arm scissors, but Battle instead rolls into it for the counter, as he pins all of his body weight down against Slane. Ref once more back down for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NO!

Slane forces his way out just before three!

Zach Davis: He tried to grab it right there! But Slane manages to kick out!

Freddy Whoa: Too close for comfort!

Battle scrambles back to his feet as does Slane. Stuart for a clothesline, but Battle ducks and instead pulls Slane down into a backslide. Referee is again there to check the shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!

TH--NO! and another kick out by Slane!

Both men quickly back to their feet and this time Slane uses his agility to get the jump on Gemini, taking him down with a running forearm. Battle hits the mat and rolls back to his feet. Slane still all over him as he now blasts him with a clothesline that does connect. Battle goes back down and Slane now taking a running start into the ropes, Battle staggers back to his feet, a bit unbalanced after the onslaught and he is caught with a big boot from Slane. The force of the blow sends him tumbling through the ropes and down to the outside.

Slane Slides out of the ring to collect Gemini and hauls the dazed man to his feet. However, out of desperation, Battle pulls Slane back and SHOVES him into the guardrail to buy some time. Slane's head bounces off of the steel and he is out of it. A still VERY dazed Battle slumps back down onto the floor. Our ref now begins his ten count.

Zach Davis: Did you see that?! Battle with the presence of mind to create some separation.

Freddy Whoa: Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Everything is on the line here for both of these men.

ONE!

TWO!

Neither man is stirring right now as Battle has successfully bought some time.

THREE!

FOUR!

Slane begins to stir now. He slowly struggles to also pick up Battle and get him back to the ring. However, Battle takes an opportunity once again and grabs the front of Slane's tights, using them to pull him forward and Slane is sent head first into the ringpost!

Freddy Whoa: Slane sent into the steel AGAIN!

Zach Davis: Gemini Battle doing whatever it takes to secure the victory here. Slane might be completely out.

FIVE!

SIX!

Battle now struggles to get Slane back into the ring. He finally manges to get him up near the apron. But the ten count is still going on.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Battle manages to roll Slane into the ring and quickly follows after him, stopping the ten count. Now covering Slane after the ring post tactic, Battle is looking to end this. Slane looks to be completely out of it. Ref checks the shoulders and slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--No! Somehow, Slane manages to kick out before the count of three!

Freddy Whoa: He kicks out! MAN was that close!

Battle almost jumps out of his own skin with frustration as he begins questioning the ref, insisting that the count was three. Slane is starting to stir on the mat and Battle finally abandons his semi-argument with with the ref.

Freddy Whoa: Battle having words with the ref but to no avail. He needs to keep his attention on Slane.

Zach Davis: He abandons the conversation quickly as I think he realizes he doesn't want to give Slane any time to recover.

Now returning focus to Slane, the wheels are starting to turn as Battle looks ready to pull out all the stops. Slane begins making it back to his feet, but is only planted back into the canvas with a DDT. Battle again goes for the cover, this time hooking both legs for added leverage. Ref checks the shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NO! Slane still manages to kick out somehow.

Freddy Whoa: Slane refusing to stay down!

Zach Davis: But the pressure is on him. Gemini Battle is in firm control of the match.

Freddy Whoa: Absolutely. Slane needs to put something together and get back in this thing. Right now, he's only surviving.

Battle is less than thrilled. Nonetheless he gets back to his feet, ready to deal out as much punishment as necessary to keep Slane down. He hauls Stuart back to his feet only to be stunned by a jawbreaker! Slane gets back into this now as he's bought himself some breathing room. However, he doesn't take a moment's rest as he now has an opportunity to capitalize on. And capitalize he does as tosses the dazed Battle up and over with a belly to belly side suplex. Battle crashes down on the mat hard and the momentum has shifted back into Slane's favor.

Zach Davis: Slane has an opportunity here. He's shifted things back in his direction!

Slane once again makes his ascent to the middle turnbuckle and stands, measuring Battle. Gemini makes it back to his feet and turns around just in time to be taken out with a STIFF clothesline from the second rope! Battle is sent sailing across the ring by the momentum. This has Battle quite dazed and he staggers back to his feet only to be met again by Slane as a he runs at Battle with a shoulder block taking him right back down.

Slane hauls Battle to his feet only to be shoved back into the turnbuckle. Battle with a running shoulder tackle of his own, but this one in the corner that drives the wind out of Stuart. Slane slumps down in the corner.

Freddy Whoa: And just like that, Gemini back in control! Whoa!

Battle stumbles to his feet, and is a few steps quicker than Slane. As Slane gets to his feet as well he staggers right into Battle and a super kick! It connects FULL force but the impact also further dazes Battle as he was still kind of out of it just from the momentum and he is unable to capitalize with the pinfall immediately. The crowd is in a frenzy at this turn of events. Battle is still dazed a bit and holding his head as well.

It takes him a moment to regain himself enough to crawl back to his downed opponent and he drapes his arm over for the cover. Ref is down in position and makes the count.

Freddy Whoa: This might be it!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE--NO! Slane just BARELY gets his shoulder up!

Freddy Whoa: Slane is STILL in this thing!

Zach Davis: Slane somehow manages to get a shoulder up! This is unbelievable! These fans here are loving every moment of this high paced contest!

Battle can't believe it! He is losing it and you can see the frustration mounting on his face. He slams his fist down into the mat a few times, getting highly agitated. He forcefully yanks Slane back to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle with the hardest irish whip he's ever executed. The momentum and force sends Slane tumbling upside down into the turnbuckle, sending him to the top, and he rests in a dazed, seated position now, perched on the top. Battle rushes in after him. He perches himself on the second rope and grabs hold of Slane. But Slane shoots a few elbows back at him, knocking Battle down to the mat.

Unphazed, Battle rolls back to his feet quickly and hops back to his perch, but again, some hard elbows from Slane knock him back. Slane is able to reposition himself to face forward. By this time, Battle is right back after him. Slane respons with a hard side kick to the head. Battle stumbles back. Slane, still positioned on the turnbuckle...he stands and dives off for a HARD shoulder tackle off the top! He catches every bit of it and Battle is floored onto the canvas. Slane is back to his feet as he measures Battle now and as he makes it to his feet, Slane is there to catch him with a DEVASTATING running knee lift to the skull. Battle flails upward after the blow, staggering. Slane grabs hold of him and hauls him up high .... SLANE SLAM!!! Ref is there for the count.

Freddy Whoa: It HAS to be over!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bell Rings.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... STUART SLANE!!!

Zach Davis: DAMN! Slane with one hell of a victory! He moves on in the WCF Classic. What a night, what a match!

Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle brought his A game, but so did Stuart Slane. This was a back and forth contest that could've gone either way. In the end, Stuart Slane survives and advances onward.

Zach Davis: That was about as close a contest as you can ever expect to see. Damn! I'm sweating that was so nail biting.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Teo Del Sol vs Nathan Chambers

The people in Reading, Pennsylvania are extremely happy for WCF to be back on their feet especially after the crisis that blew up in Mexico City with Seth drunkenly throwing out random contracts, and releases. The Santander Arena has been sold out, no seat is left without an ass to fill it. Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring with a microphone under his chin, dressed in his signature black Tuxedo as he stares into the camera while the audience’s attention is grasped by the bell's ringing.

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen. This match is a WCF Classic Tournament Preliminary match, and it is scheduled for one fall!

Corey Black: Oh, this match I gotta see especially hearing about this new guy who's acting like a faggot on Twitter.

Zach Davis: Corey!

Corey Black: I don’t give a shit!

Freddy Whoa: Yes, ladies, and gentlemen, welcome back to Sunday Night Slam. We are now having another WCF Classic Tournament Preliminary match with our People’s Champion, Teo Del Sol, facing off against a debutant who's made his mark on social media, Nathan “Perfection” Chambers.

The Screen Suddenly cuts to a news desk, where a very serious News Anchor shuffles his papers impatiently. After a few moments he turns towards the camera.

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."

The News Anchor falls silent as the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" suddenly blares. The titantron shakes into nothing but static as Teo Del Sol bursts from the stage with fireworks emerging both sides of his presence. He stands on the stage wearing his white mask with the golden sun on it, blue jeans covered in gold flames, and ending the attire with golden wrestling boots. Teo smiles as he walks down the entrance path, definitely interacting with some of his loyal fans along the way. Patting that WCF People’s Championship around his waist, he is enjoying their atmosphere.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Hailing from Houston, Texas. At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 180 pounds. He is the WCF People’s Champion, Teo Del Sol!

Teo slides into the ring before getting up, and sprinting to a corner. Hopping onto the second rope, he unhooks the belt from around his waist, and raises it high with both hands as the crowd roars in cheer to him.

Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO! TEO!

Zach Davis: Give credit where credit is due. Teo Del Sol is about to become the longest reigning WCF People’s Champion defeating some of the best that’s ever stepped foot in the company.

Corey Black: Yeah but this ain’t no People’s match. He goin’ up against a new guy who ain’t bout to play with his ass.

While Teo stands in the corner with the title over his shoulder, the crowd starts to boo as some of them know who the debuting person is. Suddenly, the introduction of the song “How Deep Is Your Love” by Calvin Harris & Disciples ignite the thundering fire of boo’s, and hatred towards the stage. Two lovely dressed models strut out on each side of the stage waving their arms as Nathan Chambers walks out to center stage having a pink scarf around his neck, a white French Hat, and sunglasses on.

Corey Black: Well, much of a show off, isn’t he?

Standing center stage, the models twirl into his arms, and darkness slowly covers the arena in a blanket as a spotlight only emerges on them. Leaving the models behind, he walks down the entrance path trying to avoid as much as the fans stretching their arms out to touch him.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Hollywood, California. At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 232 pounds. Making his debut in WCF, Nathan “Perfection” Chambers.

On top of the apron, he throws his white hat, and scarf to the ringside crew. Quickly hopping onto the top rope, he leans back while kicking his pink colored wrestling boots. Fixing his white wrist tapes, and getting off the top rope, Nathan stands in the center of the ring waving his arms. Hyping everyone up before taking off his sunglasses which gives the cue to the production team to brighten the arena. Teo isn’t really phased by the flashy theatrics but now Nathan occupies the opposing corner in his pink, and white striped wrestling tight pants.

Zach Davis: Well, that was something. I don’t like this guy already. I can tell he’s too much of a selfish prick.

Freddy Whoa: Like him or not. He’s officially here in the WCF, and is now facing Teo Del Sol in the first round of the WCF Classic Tournament for 2016. If Nathan wins, it will be the biggest upset of the year so far.

Corey Black: Hell yeah. Beating The People’s Champion on your debut? Shit. Good way to start off.

With everything in motion, and Kyle Steel out of the ring, it’s time for the match to be underway!

Ding Ding Ding!

Teo Del Sol is already pumped up for the match. Can’t say the same for Nathan as he leaned back into the corner turnbuckles waving his hand away. The two start circling the ring, each one taking one step at a time. Equal in height but Nathan is heavier in weight. Meeting for the first time in the center of the ring, the two lock up in a collar, and elbow tie up. However, Nathan breaks first, and backs up away from Teo to hop onto the top rope, and kick his pink boots up.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: Already playing mind games with Teo Del Sol but Teo holds the experience factor. The only advantage is what can Nathan do.

Getting off the top rope, they begin circling the ring once again. They lock up in the center of the ring but Nathan takes Teo’s head under his armpit to lock in the Side Headlock. Sweeping his right leg, he flips his opponent down onto his back, and keeps applying the pressure on the Side Headlock. Teo is kicking his legs down on the canvas, and Nathan rubs it in by giving him a noogie.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Quickly pushing Nathan back up to their feet, Teo manages to shove him into the ropes releasing the submission. Off the rebound, Nathan shoulder barges him down into the canvas, and the crowd isn’t happy about that. Sprinting sideways into the ropes, he rebounds back into Teo who switches over onto his own stomach in an attempt to trip him but Nathan hops over, and continues to the opposing ropes. Nathan lets his guard down gets Arm Dragged into the mat off the ropes. Getting up again, he gets Arm Dragged again. Getting back up again, Teo takes his left arm, and spins around into his right arm to Arm Drag him down to the mat.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Corey Black: Gotta love them back to back Arm Drags. Now Teo is heading for the skies!

Nathan rubs his chin on the outside of the ring, and he sees Teo who charges in his direction. He quickly dives out of the way but Teo hops onto the top rope, and flips backwards onto his knees with the crowd clapping for his athleticism. Nathan looks very pissed off, and slaps his hands on the edge of the apron in rage of being embarrassed. While Teo is busy pointing to a fan, he gets brutalized down to the mat with a Running Forearm to the back of his head after Nathan slided into the ring.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: And Nathan Chambers now mounting Teo with a flurry of forearms down into the mask!

Zach Davis: It’s even sad he had to hit him from behind, and not do it face to face as a man.

Dragging him into the corner, Nathan unleashes a fury of stomps into the chest of Teo that keeps him leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. The referee begins counting.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Nathan backs up with his hands up, and even disrespects the referee. While Teo pulls himself up, he’s already met with a Running Forearm into the mask, temporarily stunning him. Nathan tugs onto his right arm, and whips him into the ropes. Off the spring, Teo gets scooped up off the mat only for his body to be spun around before his back crushes against Nathan’s right knee for the Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Dropping his carcass onto the mat, the first pin attempt is made.

One!

Tw--

Teo kicks out, and Nathan demands the referee to count faster. He quickly turns Teo over, and digs his elbow right into the spine of his opponent to inflict more pain.

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Helping Teo up again, he bends him down with a knee shot upright into the ribcage. Taking his head under his armpit again, and hooking his arm over, Teo’s back is driven down onto the canvas again with a Suplex but he rolls over to hold Teo into that same position again. Twisting their bodies back to back, he snaps down to deliver a good Neckbreaker.

Zach Davis: So far, Nathan has been using his grappling that is holding Teo Del Sol vulnerable. Very smart strategy but his methods are controversial. Here comes the pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Teo kicks out again, and Nathan sits up on the mat again pissed. Getting back up again, he rubs his boot into the mask of Teo having that smirk on his face.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: Very disrespectful face rub by Nathan.

Nathan gets a little too cocky, and starts mouthing off to the fans at ringside. This gives Teo enough time to stand back up onto his feet, Nathan sees this, and charges straight into him only to get tripped face first into the mat with a Drop Toe Hold. Getting the tide over to his favor, he uses his speed to run to the ropes, and hop onto the middle rope; Springboarding across the ring to Elbow Drop Nathan into the back of his neck.

Corey Black: Springboard Elbow Drop! Teo taking this match in his own favor. Nathan. Gotta be quicker than that dude.

He knows Nathan isn’t down for a pin attempt so he quickly helps him back up onto his feet. Throwing up a few Roundhouse kicks into the chest gives him more than enough opportunity to hold onto his right arm, and launch him into the ropes. Rebounding, Nathan comes back into Teo Del Sol who climbs up his body before flipping him down onto the mat with a Spinning Headscissors. A quick pin is made when he hooks up the leg.

One!

Two!

Nathan kicks out of the pin, and Teo nods his head. Giving the rookie some credit. He gets back up to his feet, and pulls Nathan onto his knees. A few Roundhouse kicks into the chest seizes the opportunity for a final one but Nathan ducks right under it. He quickly spins around to deliver a Discus Forearm into the mask of Teo. With him standing there timbering back, and forth, Nathan charges behind him for an extra spring off the ropes only for his head to be knocked hard with an Enguiziri Kick.

Freddy Whoa: Enguiziri Kick! Nathan is currently stunned, and has nowhere to go!

Teo tries to run to the ropes but Nathan holds onto his tights. Hugging him from behind, he launches Teo over onto his own shoulders with a German Suplex.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOH!

His opponent is on the mat holding the back of his head, and Nathan decides to drag his ankle into the center of the ring. Focusing down on that hurt spine, he quickly hooks his ankles into his own armpits before stepping over to have Teo on his chest. Sitting down on his back, he locks in the Boston Crab.

Zach Davis: Boston Crab locked in! Please don’t tap Teo! Come on, please! Fight against this!

Teo is clawing down on the canvas, dragging the combined weight of both men to the ropes. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he stands himself up on his arms to drag their weight into the ropes. Stretching his hand out, he manages to grab the bottom thus achieving the rope break. The referee starts counting.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Nathan releases the hold, and gives some space as he backs off.

Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO! TEO!

Freddy Whoa: What a great match we’re having so far but Nathan is showing an impressive performance against the People’s Champion, Teo Del Sol.

Corey Black: I agree. Not really impressed by new guys but this one is doing good.

Wasting no time, he drags Teo to the nearest corner before sitting him on the top rope. He throws Teo a few forearms uppercutting the chin before placing his legs on the outside of the ropes. Beginning to climb the middle rope, he is doing his best to do a Superplex but Teo is throwing shots into his ribs currently stopping him. Nathan digs his thumb into his eye, and the referee sees it, screaming at him.

Zach Davis: Good job referee, no cheaters.

This gives Teo the time to push him off the ropes down onto the canvas. Off the landing, Nathan rolls back onto his feet only to see Teo flying with his body spread sideways for him to land onto Nathan with a Diving Crossbody. The pin attempt is made again.

One!

Two!

Thre--

Nathan kicks out before the three count is made, and now both men are down on the mat breathing. Teo sits up onto the canvas having an arm down on his back, the pain in his spine making it harder for him to move. Nathan rolls down into the ropes, and uses them for help of getting back onto his feet.

Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO! TEO!

With both men back on their feet, Teo quickly charges into Nathan to Dropkick him out through the middle, and top rope. Crashing right down onto the outside, he sees an opportunity as Nathan stands in front of the announcer table. Bouncing off the ropes behind him, Teo sprints across the ring to dive through the top, and middle rope, spearing Nathan down into the ringside mat again.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: Suicide Dive by Teo Del Sol! Both men down but wait, Teo quickly gets up, and throws Nathan into the ring!

Inside the ring, Nathan is lying down on his back with Teo Del Sol standing on the apron. Both hands on the top rope. Once he sees his opponent getting up, he quickly hops onto the top rope before springboarding into the air to deliver a huge lariat knocking him down again. Rolling away from Nathan, he stands on his knees occupying one corner while psyching himself up for one of his signature moves.

Zach Davis: He might be going for the Unnamed! This could be it to end the match!

Nathan finally reaching to full height. Teo Cartwheels past him before hitting the ropes to bounce back into his opponent in an attempt to lariat him but his arm gets caught with enough force for Nathan to shove his head in between his thighs. Hooking both his arms before lifting him upside down, he piledrives his head down on the canvas, spiking it hard.

Corey Black: PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!

Nathan turns him onto his back, and hooks his leg up for the pin attempt!

One!

Two!

Three--

No! Teo kicks out just in the nick of time, and Nathan is going to blow a gasket. He quickly gets back on his feet, and walks over to the ropes before holding onto the apron. Climbing onto the top rope, he perches himself before standing up top pointing both index fingers to the sky.

Nathan Chambers: HAIL TO THE NATHAN!

He leaps halfway across the ring with his body turning sideways only to dig his Elbow into the chest with a Picture-Perfect diving Elbow Drop.

Freddy Whoa: He calls that the HAIL TO THE NATHAN, and now he’s going for the pin attempt again!

One!

Two!

Thre--

Teo kicks out, and Nathan leans on his right side on the canvas almost as if he’s seen a ghost.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach Davis: Teo kicked out! Thank god, that was so close!

Having enough, he quickly gets back to his feet. Nathan decides to almost rip the mask off Teo when he goes to pick him up but Teo quickly tries to kick him in the chest. However, Nathan catches, and makes the mistake of spinning him around giving Teo enough velocity to land that Spinning Wheel Kick into the temple of his opponent that drops him onto his hands, and knees.

Corey Black: HABANERO HURRICANE! OH NAH, GOOD BYE NATHAN!

Teo charges into the ropes but Nathan springs off his feet to push his groin into the middle rope.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach Davis: Are you kidding me?! REALLY?!

Teo yells out in pain while Nathan drags Teo by the back of his own mask. He pulls Teo’s throat under arm pit, and locks his hands under the chin of Teo Del Sol. Leaping off the mat to wrap his legs around his waist, he slams Teo down onto his knees, and leans back to lock in the Guillotine Choke.

Freddy Whoa: He calls that the “Chamber of Secrets”, and he has it locked in the center of the ring with nowhere to go. Will Nathan actually submit the People’s Champion?

He doesn’t actually. Teo tries his best to fight out of it but eventually, he goes limb, and the referee is forced to call the bell.

Ding Ding Ding!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The referee manages to pry Nathan off from the put to sleep Teo Del Sol. His entrance music starts playing, and Nathan stands beside Teo who is being offered medical help from the staff at ringside to check on his condition after being choked out to sleep. All Nathan can do is smile.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by technical submission, and advancing through to the next tournament round, Nathan Chambers!

Freddy Whoa: You can say anything about this man but Nathan Chambers has pulled off the upset by putting to sleep Teo Del Sol in the Chamber of Secrets. We’ll be back after this commercial.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Sarah Twilight vs Dag Riddik

Zach Davis: Our next round of the WCF Classic pits Dag Riddik, or Dagvald as he prefers to be called against Sarah Twilight.

Freddy Whoa: Twilight has a previous WCF Classic Victory under her belt. Could we see a second in her future or will Dag Riddik snuff out that chance?

Zach Davis: The two with a brief, but interesting history. Both were a part of The Family earlier this year with a number of other stars. That fizzled out leaving Dag and Logan the two remaining members to the group until they were joined by WCF Owner, Seth Lerch earlier this month. However, Lerch has also been on good terms with Twilight as of late so we're not exactly sure WHAT to expect from this one.

Freddy Whoa: A competitive match? Lerch isn't going to screw Dag, and he's smart enough not to screw Twilight. I expect nothing less than a pure athletic contest here.

Zach Davis: Well, let's not waste any more time! Let's head over to Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: The following is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round contest of the WCF Classic Tournament!

"Aenima" by Tool begins to blare through the arena. Titantron plays training clips mixed with images representing his anti-liberal values and him holding the International Championship.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Roanoke, Virginia ... weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds ... he is DAGVALD RIDDIK!

He casually walks on the stage with his belt on his shoulder, cracks his neck, smirks, and thrusts the title in the air. He points to it and shouts "Bow to the whims of America's savior, the International Champion, leader of the world's nations!" He marches army-style to the ring and gives a bent-arm communist salute. He sometimes grabs a microphone with something incredibly offensive to say to individual audience members.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...

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 MASSIVE boos as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.

Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred forty eight pounds, she is...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!

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. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory before an ENRAGED crowd before she reaches the ring steps and climbs inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.

Zach Davis: Just look at the two of them, focused ... locked onto one another. This is going to be one hell of a fight.

Freddy Whoa: And we don't have to wait any longer! Here we go!

Senior Referee, Stanley Moser calls for the bell. Dag, in complete confidence, clasps his hands together behind him and leans forward as if offering Sarah Twilight the "first shot." This garners a round of cheers from the crowd, who begin heckling Sarah. However, Sarah simply smirks and headbutts Dag right on the bridge of the nose! Dag immediately brings his hands up to his nose, probably lucky if it isn't broken. It doesn't take long for him to realize that was a bad call. Though he isn't given any time to recuperate as Sarah takes him into the ropes for an Irish whip. On the return, she takes him over with a powerslam and stays with him for the cover. Moser gets into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE....NO!

Dag pushes a shoulder up off the mat before three.

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight not wasting ANY time! She almost ended it ALREADY!

Freddy Whoa: It will take a lot more than that to put Dag away. Though I do believe she has his attention now.

Zach Davis: This fight is personal ... for both of them. Sarah hasn't forgotten that Dag as well as the rest of The Family walked out on her in the middle of a match earlier this year. And Dag, he seems to fault Sarah for the initial problems that plagued The Family. Anything and everything can happen. I don't even know what to think.

Freddy Whoa: Like I said, we got two snakes in that ring ... and they both bite.

Dag was obviously taken off guard. But any misconceptions he had were quickly placed to rest. Now this was going to be about business. The look in his eyes as he rolls to his knees tell a story. If Sarah wanted a fight, then he would give her a fight ... or not? The crowd begins to BOO emphatically as Dag rolls himself out of the ring, offering up some obscene gestures toward many in the crowd which get them worked up into almost a riot. Moser begins his ten count and Sarah looks PISSED!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Zach Davis: And some expected disrespect for the crowd courtesy of Dag Riddik.

Freddy Whoa: I don't know with this guy. But these people sure as hell aren't happy about it.

Sarah exits the ring, not in the mood for his shit. When she reaches Dag, he turns around suddenly and NAILS her with a clothesline that sends the back of her head bouncing off the outside floor. The crowd's boos are elevated. Moser continues his count.

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Dag brings a very dazed Sarah back to the ring and rolls her inside as Moser gets to an eight count. Dag again admonishes the crowd for the hell of it, allowing Moser to reach a count of nine before actually entering the ring himself. He drops down for the cover on Sarah and hooks the leg, glancing up at Moser with a very coy, arrogant grin. Moser slides into position and the crowd is definitely showing it's disdain for Dag on this particular night.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--NO!

Sarah is able to kick out.

Zach Davis: And a kick out. I believe Dag Riddik is going to find he is in for one hell of a fight.

Freddy Whoa: There's no doubt about that. As we mentioned earlier, Sarah Twilight has won the WCF Classic before. She knows what's at stake here.

Zach Davis: Dag knowing full well what's at stake as well. This is a major opportunity, for both of them.

Dag pulls himself back to his feet after the pinfall attempt and he hauls Sarah to hers, sending her into the turnbuckle HARD with an Irish whip. Her back hits it with extreme velocity and it causes her to stumble forward into a European uppercut. Once again, Dag takes this opportunity to talk down to the crowd. He points down at Sarah and displays himself arrogantly to the crowd. Showcasing the fact that he is in control of the match.

Zach Davis: Dag wasting too much time here.

Freddy Whoa: You definitely don't give The Mistress of Mischief any breathing room when you're in the ring with her.

Dag reaches down and grabs a handful of Sarah's red locks to again haul her back to a vertical base and deliver more punishment. However, she instead pulls him down into an inside cradle pinning combination and the crowd begins to boo. Moser once again gets himself into position.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by Dag!

Both Dag and Twilight roll to their feet after yet another swift pinning attempt by Sarah. Dag seems infuriated as he makes a move toward Twilight once more, but is met with a dropkick for his troubles. Dag is taken down unexpectedly again and pulls himself up to a seated position just as Sarah runs at him with a snap kick that catches him right on the jaw. This causes a round of cheers from the crowd, as unexpected as that was.

Zach Davis: And look at where it's at now. Sarah is dismantling him little by little. It's a slow, painful process that I am quite sure she highly enjoys.

Freddy Whoa: I told you, you don't sleep on Sarah. Dag had control but he wasted way too much time.

Dag holds his jaw as he pulls himself back to his feet, glaring at Sarah with a look of disgust. Twilight moves in after him and is met with a kick to the gut that he follows up with a DDT. Dag takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs from the kick to his face and still looks none too happy. With Sarah down, Dag leaps up and hits a legdrop across the back of her neck and head. Just for good measure, or perhaps for the hell of it, he drops a second and third leg to follow suit.

Freddy Whoa: The momentum shifts have been back and forth. Dag taking control once again for the time being.

Zach Davis: If he stops picking quarrels with the crowd, he might keep that control this time.

Dag now with a running soccer kick that nails Sarah in the side of her ribs and garners another raucous round of boos from the crowd. Dag smirks as he hauls Sarah to her feet, lifting her for a vertical suplex. However, she uses the momentum to fall free of it and instead pulls Dag Dag into a neckbreaker. Both competitors are down for the time being as Sarah was still recuperating from the flurry of offense delivered by Dag. Moser begins another ten count toward the two.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Zach Davis: The two of them have taken a beating thus far.

Freddy Whoa: Both of them are stirring on the canvas.

Dag begins pulling himself to his feet as Sarah Twilight does the same. The two answer the ten count after only five and recollect themselves for a brief moment. But the time for rest doesn't last long as the two are right back at each others throats already. Dag nails a hard right hand that catches Sarah and staggers her back a step or two. She returns with a right hand of her own that stumbles Dag back! The crowd is really getting into it now as the two start trading rapid blows in the center of the ring. And as the crowd eats it up, they are quickly silenced as Dag answers one of the blows with a vicious backhand slap across Sarah's face.

Crowd: Oooooooooooh!

Zach Davis: He just ... bitch slapped her!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I don't think she looks too happy about it.

The blow for blow war comes to a halt as Sarah's face remains turned to the side after the slap. She has not yet turned her eyes back toward Dag Dag who is grinning ear to ear. Finally, and without warning, she retaliates by punching him right between the eyes on the bridge of his nose, where she had headbutted him earlier! Dag covers his nose, his eyes water up from the impact though he isn't actually crying. He is momentarily stunned by the blow and unable to take in a good breath as his nose was possible fractured.

Zach Davis: OUCH! That had to hurt. That nose was rattled earlier and she is making sure to keep Dag on the defensive.

Freddy Whoa: Further more, I don't think he's seeing right now. That shot disoriented him.

Zach Davis: Keeping your opponent in a dazed state is smart. This opens up a world of opportunity.

As Dag tries to shake off the blow, Sarah unleashes her anger onto him as she hauls him up and over with a T-Bone suplex. Dag crashes onto the mat and quickly rolls away, still clutching his nose. As he gets himself back to his feet, still trying to catch his breath, he is met with a jumping calf kick to the face that again floors him! The crowd is going absolutely wild at this point not even caring who is in control.

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight answering with pure aggression and fury!

Freddy Whoa: I can't say that Dag doesn't deserve it.

Zach Davis: And as bizarre as this sounds ... right now this crowd is loving every moment of it!

Sarah wastes no time as she sends kick after kick at Dag's chest and abdomen. Each kick a little sharper than the last. This flurry is just as intense and as long lasting as the punches. Finally, she takes a few steps back and rushes Dag with another running snap kick to his face! Dag Dag again goes back to the mat holding his head. Sarah takes just a moment to compose herself.

Freddy Whoa: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and let's face it, Sarah Twilight is one dangerous woman. I think she may have tried to cause serious injury just then.

Zach Davis: May have? I think she just tried to kick the teeth out of his mouth!

Sarah heads back over to the downed Dag and grabs him by the hair to pull him back to his feet. However, Dag sends a well placed thumb to her eye and she staggers away from him, rubbing at her sockets to regain vision. Dag takes full advantage of the opportunity he created, despite the warnings from the ref for his cheap shot. Dag is back to his feet quickly and he takes Twilight down with a vicious backbreaker. He wipes the sweat from his face and looks down at her with disgust.

Zach Davis: Dag with a thumb to the eye! He gets a warning, but it effectively put an end to that violent assault.

Freddy Whoa: I gotta hand it to him, he did what he had to do. He found an opening and he took it.

Dag hauls Twilight to her feet, slapping her in the back of the head a few times as he yells at her. He looks furious as he picks her up and CRASHES her down with a gutwrench sitout powerbomb. He stays with it for the cover as the referee slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

Sarah kicks out before three. Dag becomes even more angered as he screams at her to stay down.

Zach Davis: Whoa! Dag Dag trying to make a statement right there!

Freddy Whoa: High impact offense by Dag. He's gotten the message that Sarah is here to fight, and he's answering back, bringing a fight of his own.

Dag hauls Twilight back to her feet again, and now he sends her for a hard whip into the turnbuckle, following in behind her. But she puts on the brakes and stops herself, moving out of the way JUST in time as Dag launches himself into nothing but turnbuckle. He bounces off, arms flailing and Sarah takes the opening as she nails a jumping neckbreaker, taking him down to the canvas. She wastes no time in hooking the leg and tries to put this one away. Ref slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

Dag shoots a shoulder up.

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight answers with a near fall of her own!

Freddy Whoa: The offset of the match has taken a slow and methodical pace now as both competitors have essentially burned the steam quickly at the start.

Sarah starts making it back to her feet as Dag also begins pulling himself up. Sarah bursts into the ropes and rushes back with a dropkick, catching Dag in the jaw. She follows this up by climbing the turnbuckle, measuring Dag and leaps off with a moonsault double foot stomp!

Zach Davis: Broken Spirit!

However, Dag rolls himself out of the way. Sarah lands on her feet hitting nothing but canvas. Dag clobbers her with a hard running clothesline to the back of her head. He follows up with some hard stomps to her back. Each stomp of his foot in anger and disdain. Dag backs off, ascending the turnbuckle himself and he leaps off with a top rope flying elbow nailing Sarah in the small of her back. He rolls her over for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

NO! Sarah shoots a shoulder up. Dag Dag is livid.

Freddy Whoa: Another near fall! Dag Dag keeping the pressure on now.

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight needs to turn this around and do so fast.

Dag has a few words with the referee about the counts. But after realizing he wasn't going to get anywhere with that he grabs a handful of Sarah's hair and drags her over toward the turnbuckle. Keeping a firm hold of her red locks of hair he climbs the turnbuckle, seating himself on the top rope and he pulls her up onto the turnbuckle as well. The crowd boos loudly as he steps himself over the top and places his feet down on the middle rope. He now hooks Sarah up in a suplex position.

Zach Davis: Oh my God! He's going to suplex her to the outside!

Freddy Whoa: He doesn't just want to win, he wants to end her career! This is madness!

Dag grins as he hoists her up, but she wraps her feet around the middle rope and blocks the attempt. He tries again, and again she places her feet to block him. Sarah fires off a few shots to his ribs and uses the opportunity to take him off guard. She pulls back and manages to unseat him from his perch. He goes up and over and both of them come CRASHING down to the canvas in the middle of the ring. Sarah having superplexed him back into the ring instead! Both of them are down and out.

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Zach Davis: Wow! Was that ever a close call! Sarah was looking at possibly a broken neck or WORSE if Dag had taken her to the outside with that suplex. Somehow she managed to battle back and instead, Dag finds himself the one dumped ... but into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: But can Sarah capitalize here?

Sarah slowly crawls her way over to Dag who is still pretty well out of it and she drapes an arm over him for the pinfall attempt. The referee in position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE

NO! Dag manages to get a shoulder up!

Zach Davis: This match can go either way. Every time Dag gets something going, Sarah battles her way back.

Freddy Whoa: And every time Sarah gains some momentum, Dag turns it around as well. This is just whoa!

After Dag is able to kick out, both competitors remain down, trying to collect themselves. The referee contemplates a ten count, however, Sarah starts crawling to the ropes, using them to pull herself up. Dag heads to the opposite side of the ring and also starts using the ropes to pull himself up. Sarah makes it to her feet just a few seconds before Dag and she rushes him with a cross body. However, he catches her and slams her to the canvas with a scoop slam!

Zach Davis: Twilight in some trouble here!

Freddy Whoa: Dag again with the momentum. Neither of them have really been able to keep substantial control of this match.

Dag begins to stomp away at Twilight, taking his time as he yells at her. Kick after kick he stomps on her legs. With confidence he leans down to once again haul her to her feet, and she in turn reaches up and grabs hold of him, pulling him into a small package pinfall attempt. Dag wiggles and kicks frantically as the referee slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE......NO!

At the last possible millisecond, Dag manages to break free.

Zach Davis: And ANOTHER close call there for Dag!

Freddy Whoa: He was overconfident and Sarah just reminded him that it can be over as quick as a hiccup. It almost was!

Zach Davis: Almost, yes. But this one isn't over just yet. The momentum is shifting constantly in this see-saw battle!

Dag scrambles to his feet as Sarah rolls out to hers. She turns to face Dag and is met with a flying clothesline. Dag wastes no time keeping the pressure on as he brings Sarah up from the canvas and hoists her up without any hesitation, dropping her with a powerbomb that seems to nearly fold her in half! Dag drops down and covers her, smirking as he looks to Moser, who slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! NO!

Sarah Twilight kicks out before three!

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!

Freddy Whoa: She managed to kick out! And Dag is in shock!

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight came here for a FIGHT.

Freddy Whoa: And so did Dag. But I don't think he imagined it would be like this.

Dag looks pretty frustrated that it wasn't over ... yet at the same time, he seems almost content that it would continue. He grabs Twilight and tosses her through the ring ropes to the outside before arguing with Stanley Moser about the count. After a few moments of heated words, he finally abandons the debate. Sarah is now back on her feet on the outside and Dag takes a running start and LAUNCHES over the top rope with a suicide dive!!! However, Sarah sidesteps him and he CRASHES SKULL FIRST into the guardrail!!!!

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

Zach Davis: Did he just ... kill himself? Damn!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! He isn't moving and I have no idea what kind of condition he is in out there.

Zach Davis: We may need to stop the match ... this looks very bad.

Stanley Moser doesn't know what to do here, so he does the only thing he can. He begins a ten count on both competitors. Meanwhile, medical staff begins to assemble on the entrance ramp to evaluate Dag's condition.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Sarah begins dragging Dag back toward the ring, but is having a hard time moving his dead weight. Obviously, she had no intentions of winning this match via countout. Medical staff starts making their way to ringside.

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Sarah rolls herself into the ring to break his count. And the appearance of medical staff also helps her cause as Moser ceases the count to allow Dag to be evaluated. However, when the medical staff arrives, Dag begins to push himself to his feet. A crimson mask covers his face, but in all other aspects, he seems to be okay. The crash landing was not as bad as it had originally looked. Immediately, Sarah exits the ring after him. But as she tries to roll him onto the ring apron, he shoves her off HARD and her head bounces off the RINGPOST!!!

Zach Davis: Sarah bounced head first off the ring post! Even after that NASTY crash by Dag, he STILL manages to come back!

Freddy Whoa: I don't know what to make of this at all, neither one of them should still be competing at this point.

Moser doesn't get more than a one count towards his ten count as Dag rolls Sarah back into the ring and follows suit. He wipes some of the blood from his face as he looks down at his fallen foe, who is also donning a gash on her forehead now after having been shoved into the ring post. Dag sits in wait as Sarah slowly makes her way back to her feet. As she does, he hooks her up and drags her to the corner, hoisting her up onto the top rope and then ... POLITICALLY INCORRECT! He NAILS it! However, the battle thus far has taken it's toll on him as well and he catches his breath for just a second, shaking off the cobwebs.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Dag just put the exclamation point on this one.

Zach Davis: It's gotta be over here. Dag Riddik just ended it.

Dag rolls back now, covering her and he hooks the leg. Moser into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!...

NO! Sarah Twilight barely manages to get a shoulder up before three! And the crowd is even is disbelief! Dag's jaw is agape and he cannot believe it!

Zach Davis: She kicked out. Dag doesn't know what to do to put her away!

Freddy Whoa: Just that momentary lapse by Dag it would seem, was enough to allow her to kick out. But SOMEHOW she's still in this! Dag looks LIVID!

Dag sits up with his hands in his lap and he shakes his head. This was unacceptable to say the least. He glares at Moser who stands firm on his call of a two count. Finally, Dag gets to his feet, blood still dripping from his face and he drags Sarah a few paces toward the turnbuckle. He shakes his head in disgust and begins climbing the turnbuckle, deciding that perhaps he was going to have to use drastic measures to end this.

Freddy Whoa: Sarah Twilight is in serious trouble here! I have no idea what Dag is thinking, but he's looking to go big.

Zach Davis: Dag is thinking of what he has to do to end this. He's ready to pull out all the stops.

Dag climbs the turnbuckle, but suddenly, Sarah rolls to her feet, grabbing hold of him from behind before he could turn around and summoning all of her strength, she pulls him down off the top with a TWILIGHT ZONE!!!! Dag's head cracks against the canvas and he looks to be out of it! Though Sarah was just as worse off as he was and collapses in the corner after delivering the devastating move.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What a Twilight Zone! She nails it!

Zach Davis: This has to be it ... Dag is OUT!

Sarah finally crawls over for the cover and drapes her arm over the top of Dag. Moser gets into position and the crowd is on the edge of their seats as he makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!....

NO! Dag manages to somehow get a shoulder up now!

Zach Davis: WHAT?!

Freddy Whoa: And now it is Sarah Twilight who can't believe it. Both competitors have taken it to one another, but neither will stay down. This is incredible!

Both of them are slow to get back to their feet. Blood and sweat drips from the both of them. Dag uses the ropes to pull himself up as Sarah uses the turnbuckle. They both rush each other, seemingly with the same idea as the COLLIDE into each other, double clothesline! And both of them are down and out. Moser hesitates for a bit before starting his ten count. Deciding now to give a bit of leeway.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Freddy Whoa: This match has taken it's toll on each competitor. I don't know how this one is going to end!

Zach Davis: I don't think anyone, myself included, could have expected what we are witnessing here!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Nine!

Moser's count is exhausted as Sarah Twilight manages to make it to one knee before the count of ten. Dag is half a step behind her. Sarah bounces herself off of the ropes and launches herself at Dag for a flying lariat, but he CATCHES her! He hoists her over his shoulders for a Death Valley Driver, but instead she pulls him down into a crucifix pinning combination. Moser there in position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--he forces his way out!

Freddy Whoa: Another swift, unexpected pinfall attempt by Sarah Twilight!

Zach Davis: This entire thing is making me nervous. It has to end ... it has to!

Both of them roll back to their feet and now Dag swings around behind her for a backslide! Again, Moser is in position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--and Sarah forces her way out!

Freddy Whoa: Near fall after near fall here! This one is so close, I...I don't even want to speculate on what may happen.

Zach Davis: No matter what they are throwing at each other, it just doesn't seem to be enough!

Again both competitors get back to their feet and now Dag takes Twilight with an Irish whip into the ropes. Leap frog on the return. Sarah again into the ropes and an arm drag attempt by Dag on this occasion. Hop over by Twilight, and now she takes Dag for a reverse Irish whip! But he counters with a sidestep of his own and locks in a sleeper hold! He cinches it tightly and Sarah looks like she has no where to go!

Freddy Whoa: Sleeper hold locked in. Sarah Twilight may be fading here!

Zach Davis: This is smart. Dag has some time to recuperate and keep the pressure on Sarah.

Sarah tries to slowly make her way toward the corner as Dag continues to wrench the hold, trying to wear her down. Each step takes more and more energy from her but she just can't get close enough to grab hold of the ropes. Moser is checking her for a fade out or submission, but she forced her way on. She comes so very close to reaching the corner ropes, but Dag again wrenches the hold even tighter. Moser inspecting closely.

Freddy Whoa: And she's fading out, fast! The corner just a few inches away. So close, but yet so far.

Zach Davis: I don't think she can last much longer. She's lost a lot of blood, Dag's lost a lot of blood. He has her cinched with no where to go.

Sarah continues to fade as Dag relentlessly jerks his arms back and forth, cutting off her air supply. Her hand falls from it's outstretched position, no longer reaching her fingertips toward the ropes. And just when it appears that all hope is lost, she suddenly makes a daring move! Kicking her feet up, she pushes herself backwards using the turnbuckle as a springboard. The momentum sends Dag staggering back and he loses his balance, falling to the mat. Sarah falls back with him as he still had the hold locked in. Using the same momentum, she is able to roll herself almost completely off of Dag. Her head and face being squeezed tightly now as he still had the hold locked in.

Freddy Whoa: What the?

But this also forced her weight down onto Dag's arms, causing him to be unable to release the hold, and also pinning his shoulders to the mat. Moser checks his shoulders and slides into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Dag finally manages to release the hold, but he is too late as he hears the sound of the bell.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight starting the WCF Classic off with a vengeance! Dag with a hell of a performance ... but on this night it was not meant to be. Very innovative way to pick up that victory and Sarah Twilight advances to the next round.

Freddy Whoa: There is no denying her in ring talent. That was very crafty for sure. Impressive victory over Dag Riddik after a battle that I wasn't sure was going to end. Sarah Twilight is the snake that leaves the pit victorious tonight.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Steve Orbit vs Jeff Purse

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a part of the WCF Classic tournament!

Crowd cheers.

Kyle Steel:Introducing first, from Venice Beach, California....The Future...JEEEEEEEFFF PUUUUURRRSSE!

Survival by Eminem blares on the PA.

This is survival of the fittest

This is do or die

This is the winner takes it all

So take it all

A pyro goes off and up through the stage in Rey Mysterio fashion, Jeff Purse comes flying. Kari comes out from the back as Jeff walks down the aisles, pandering to the crowd.

Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared

I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there

From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends

Upon entering the ring, he throws his hands up in the middle of the ring, corner pyros of red and green shoot out. He takes off his aviator sunglasses and throws them in the audience. He turns and sits up on the turnbuckle, waiting for his opponent.

Kyle Steel:And his opponent, from Oakland, California, this is The Mack STEEEEEEEVE ORRRBIIIIT!

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.

Zach Davis: Should be an interesting contest here. Two fan favorites about to mix things up in the prestigious WCF Classic. Senior referee Stanley Moser checking both men now for foreign objects, and he signals for the bell and we are under way!

Freddy Whoa:I've been waiting for this one myself, Zach.

Zach Davis:Both these men have impressive records. Both former World Champions among other notable accolades here in WCF, however, neither man has ever one this tournament. So without saying there is a lot on the line here.

Freddy Whoa: I wonder if Jeff Purse will take any issue locking up with someone who spent time in jail. You know Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is a pretty touchy thing, no pun intended.

both men begin to circle the ring, keeping even distance from one another. The crowd is decisively split down the middle. Both men meet in the center of the ring and go for a collar and elbow tie up. Jockeying for position they break apart at a stale mate. Neither man able to gain a strength or leverage advantage.

Zach Davis:Both men coming in at six foot two, Steve Orbit holding at last weigh in a fifteen pound advantage but so far unable to use that. Both men lock up again, Jeff Purse takes a side headlock into the takeover, Steve Orbit counter acts with a headscissors, Jeff Purse rolls to his knees, manages a handstand and gracefully escapes landing on his feet. Again, we have a stand off.

The crowd again cheers for both men as they square off again. Steve Orbit signals to Jeff Purse to hit the ropes and attempt a shouder tackle. Jeff Purse obliges and nails Steve Orbit with a shoulder tackle but is unable to knock him to the mat. Steve Orbit hits the ropes and is leap frogged by Jeff Purse and is caught with a spinning heel kick on the rebound into a quick pin.

Freddy Whoa:Cover by Purse! 1....2.....No. Gonna have to wake up pretty early in the morning to put Steve Orbit away that easily.

Steve Orbit rolls to the outside to regain composure. Jeff Purse attempts to take advantage of the opportunity and goes for a suicide dive through the middle ropes but Steve Orbit lands a Backhanded Slap to Purse in mid air, bringing Purse down in a pile on the floor.

Zach Davis:What awareness and reflexes by Steve Orbit! That might have just turned the tide to this whole match. Jeff Purse took a huge chance, and it didn't pay off.

Steve Orbit pulls up Jeff Purse by the head and rolls him back in the ring. A quick cover gets a two count, and Orbit pulls up Purse and delivers a short arm clothesline flattening Jeff Purse near the ropes. Orbit quickly gets to the apron and follows up with a slingshot legdrop.

Freddy Whoa:This could do it, nice combination by Steve Orbit!

Zach Davis:1......2.........NO! Jeff Purse gets his right shoulder up. Senior referee Stanley Moser having to tell Orbit that it was indeed a two count! What resilience by Purse!

Jeff Purse struggles to get to a knee as Steve Orbit creates some distance. Steve Orbit charges in going for a shining wizard, but Purse ducks in the nick of time and counters with a devastating neckbreaker. Jeff Purse kips out to a standing position as the crowd cheers wildly. Jeff Purse charges at the ropes and comes off with a springboard moonsault.

Zach Davis:Cover by Purse, 1......2...NOO! Orbit kicking out!

Jeff Purse lifts Steve Orbit and hits a textbook belly to belly suplex.

Freddy Whoa:Don't usually see Purse resort to moves like that, but it was effective. Purse now signaling prehaps for the Ankle Lock.

Jeff Purse rolls Steve Orbit to his stomach and attempts to apply the ankle lock, but is countered by Orbit with a quick turn of his body allowing him to hit Purse with a enzuigiri. Purse falls to his knees and then face first on the canvas.

Zach Davis:The head and neck of Jeff Purse have had a bullseye since he got caught on that suicide dive. I don't know how much more he can take, Freddy.

Freddy Whoa:Real test of pride and resilience here. You know Purse is seeing stars.

(Steve Orbit again creates some distance allowing time for Purse to slowly work to his feet. Orbit charges in and hits a picture perfect Fame Assser. Orbit rolls purse to his back and ascends to the top rope. He signals for the Oakland Splash and nails it, hooking Jeff Purses leg on the landing. 1.....2.....Jeff Purse counters the pin attempt into a crucifix pin attempt of his own but Orbits legs are in the ropes forcing a break.

Zach Davis:Where on earth is Purse pulling this from. Orbit up now, looks a little perplexed at what he has to do to stop Jeff Purse.

Jeff Purse pulls himself up in the corner, looking a little groggy. Orbit charges in looking for what appears to be a Spear in the corner but Purse moves out of the way again barely forcing Orbit to take the ring post to the shoulder. Jeff Purse gets behind Steve Orbit and hits Armageddon, laying Orbit out face down in the middle of the ring.

Zach Davis:ARMAGEDDON from Purse!! 1.........2.........NOOOOO! Orbit kicks out.

Freddy Whoa:This building just fell silent! Everyone here thought this match was history! What a contest these two are putting on to advance in the WCF Classic!!

Zach Davis:This means so much to both men, but are they going to have anything left after all this?!

Both men are down on the mat in the center of the ring. Senior Referee Stanley Moser begins the standing ten count.

Stanley Moser:1..........2..............3..............4............5..................6..............

Both men are on there knees and staring at eachother, Steve Orbit strikes first with a forearm shot. Jeff Purse returns the strike and both men enter a clinch position rising to there feet, ending the count. Jeff Purse shoves Steve Orbit off balance and goes for The Spoke but Orbit carefully ducks under and around and hits a devastating German Suplex but doesn't have the ability to hold a bridge. Both men are down once again on the mat.

Zach Davis: What a back and forth battle this has been! What is it going to take at this point?!

Freddy Whoa: Both of these men are former Pantheon members! Both of these men are the best of the best. We've seen Pantheon members fight each other tooth and nail in the past, but never these two!

Zach Davis: And only one of them will go on to fight for the WCF World Heavyweight Title! Both men have held it!, who will fight for it next?

Both men struggle up, they begin brawling. Orbit throws a strike.

Crowd: YAY!

Purse throws a strike.

Crowd: YAY!

Orbit throws a strike.

Crowd: YAY!

Purse throws a strike.

Crowd: YAY!

Both men collapse.

Zach Davis: Well... I've never seen this before. A series of "yay, yay!" strikes!

Orbit throws a Pimp Slap.

Freddy Whoa: JEFF PURSE DUCKS IT!

Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!

Steve Orbit spins Purse around..

Freddy Whoa: PIMP SLAP!

Purse backs into the ropes, completely dazed. Orbit grins as Purse stumbles forward-

Zach Davis: SUPERKICK! PURSE HITS IT THIS TIME! OUT OF NOWHERE!

Purse falls on top of Steve Orbit.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Purse rolls off.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: IN THEIR FIRST ONE ON ONE MEETING, JEFF PURSE GETS THE WIN!

Both men rest, breathing heavily.

Freddy Whoa: And Jeff Purse moves on to his one on one Title match next week!

Zach Davis: But who will it be against?

Purse gets back to his feet and pulls Orbit up with him. The two men talk to each other, no one can quite understand what they're saying but they shake hands before Orbit hits the mat and rolls out.

Freddy Whoa: Jeff Purse versus either Oblivion or Logan next week... for the WCF Title!

Zach Davis: And whoever wins THAT moves on to the finals of the WCF Classic 2016 tournament as the reigning Champion!

WCF Classic Tournament Match
World Title Match
Oblivion vs Logan
Special Guest Referee: Seth Lerch

Master of Puppets by Metallica hits, and Seth walks out. He walks to the ring, slapping a few hands, and rolls in. He headbangs a bit to the music once he's in the ring.

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed Fargo Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and the crowd is cheering. "Click click boom" by Saliva begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play.

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...

BOOM!!

Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.

Oblivion bolts out onto the entrance stage. The crowd roars out. Oblivion goes to his left, bounces thrusting out his arms towards the crowd, bringing in their cheers...

Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!

Oblivion turns around and bolts to the other end, of the stage. Once again thrusting out his arms before turning and heading downing the ramp.

C'MON!! C'MON!!

On these Saturdays when kids go out and play
You I was up in my room let the stereo blaze

Kyle Steel: From Euphoria... Weighing in at 325 pounds... He is the God of Enlightenment... Oblivion!!

I was faded not jaded
Just a kid with a pad and a pen and a big imagination.
all this, I seek, I find
I push the envelope to the line
MAKE IT... BREAK IT... TAKE IT...
UNTIL I'M OVERRATED...

Guitar riffs ring out...

CLICK CLICK BOOM!!

Oblivion thrashes and marches down the aisle along with the music. Oblivion walks around the ring walks up to the commentators desk and slams his hands down onto the desk furiously, grinning., then looking at the crowd, throwing his arms in the air. Obi bolts to a nearby barrier, climbing up, standing on it, nearly starting a riot.

Zach Davis: Hot damn!

Oblivion jumps down and takes long strides before getting to the ring, slamming his hands on the ring apron, hyping up the crowd. Oblivion quickly run up steel steps and climb the turnbuckle from out the ring, once again hyping up the ring...

Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!

Oblivion stomps around, taking long strides, barking, shaking the top ring rope.

Zach Davis: Here is the challenger. I don't know if I've ever seen a more motivated Oblivion.

Freddy Whoa: Which is scary for Logan. Well, it would be, if it wasn't for the referee...

The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it, and the championship hung over his right shoulder. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the WCF fans booing at him, and he raises the championship up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, throwing the title to the outside, taking off his vest, throwing that out as well-

Zach Davis: OBLIVION ON THE ATTACK!

Oblivion attacks Logan from behind as Seth calls for the bell, annoyance on his face. The crowd roars as Oblivion pounds away at the Champion, who wasn't prepared for the attack at all. Logan throws a wild elbow, catching Oblivion in the face. Logan goes to scramble away but Oblivion grabs him and throws him to the ropes. As Logan hits the ropes he quickly rolls under them and goes to the outside for a breather.

Freddy Whoa: Logan, slowing down the pace now. Some may see it as cowardly, but it's the smartest thing he could do here.

Logan turns - AND IS MET WITH A SUICIDE DIVE FROM OBLIVION!

Zach Davis: DAMN!

Oblivion just threw flew the ropes like it was nothing! The crowd is on their feet.

Crowd: OBLIVION! OBLIVION! OBLIVION!

Oblivion lifts Logan up and hits him with a hard right forearm to the face. Logan staggers back but doesn't fall down. Logan grabs him and throws him to the ring steps!, which Logan crashes into with a thud.

Freddy Whoa: So far this match has been all Oblivion. I'd say he came into this match with a plan, but I don't know if THAT'S true - he just came in ready to kick ass and it worked out in his favor.

Oblivion marches towards Logan, who does the only thing he can think to do at this point - he hits Oblivion with a low blow.

Zach Davis: That'll stop even Oblivion in his tracks!

Oblivion is quickly tripped by Logan, causing him to crash headfirst into the same set of steel chairs Logan went into! Logan clutches his back in pain as he hits Oblivion with a series of sloppy kicks to the head.

Freddy Whoa: Oblivion ALREADY has a few screws loose - don't make it worse, Logan.

Logan picks Oblivion up and rolls him into the ring, keeping his head positioned hanging just a bit off the apron. Logan then runs at Oblivion and kicks him right in the head!, before using his momentum to climb up the ring stairs and onto the apron, run towards Oblivion who has turned over now, and drops a Guillotine Leg Drop!

Zach Davis: What a combination!

Logan slides back into the ring and pulls Oblivion into the center before hooking the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

No!, kickout by Oblivion.

Freddy Whoa: Nice, even count by Seth.

Zach Davis: Well, he DID just fire some of the best wrestlers to have ever set foot in the WCF. He doesn't want to alienate the audience by just having Logan win immediately. Give it time. I guarantee you, no way Seth counts the three for Oblivion.

Logan immediately switches to a Side Headlock, attempting to wear down The Monster. The crowd is hot.

Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF!

Oblivion starts to fight to his feet, and he lifts Logan and reverses the hold into a Back Suplex. Logan stumbles up and Oblivion goes for a Clothesline but Logan ducks it and HITS THE IMPACT STYLE!

Freddy Whoa: IMPACT STYLE! OUT OF NOWHERE!

Logan quickly pins Logan! Seth grins, counting confidently.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Oblivion kicks out!

Zach Davis: Whaatt!?

Seth and Logan are both clearly in shock!

Freddy Whoa: Yes, Logan may have hit a signature move, but it was early in the match and he hasn't gotten much offense in yet.

Logan gets back to his feet and starts stomping away at Oblivion systematically. Limp by limb.

Crowd: LET'S GO OBI!

Crowd: LOGAN SUCKS!

Crowd: LET'S GO OBI!

Crowd: LOGAN SUCKS!

But Oblivion will not be denied. He roars to his feet, ignoring the pain.... and yells right in Logan's face to bring it! Logan goes for a mean right hook but Oblivion blocks it and grabs Logan by the throat. He lifts him up and hits a Chokebomb into pin!

One..

Two..

No. Logan gets the shoulder up.

Zach Davis: And as this match goes on... Yes, I'd say that was a slow count.

Oblivion lifts Logan up and throws him to the corner. Oblivion charges him but Logan lifts his leg, causing Oblivion to right right into his boot. Logan positions himself sitting on the top, and then jumps off with an Axe Handle Smash!, but no! Oblivion catches him then rams his body into the turnbuckle. Oblivion keeps hold of him and lifts him up onto the top. Oblivion grapples him....

Freddy Whoa: Here it comes... MUSCLEBUSTER!

Oblivion drops him! He goes for the pin yet again!

ONE....

TWO....

Logan kicks out again.

Zach Davis: Never count the Face of Treachery out. But I don't know how this match ends. We've seen that Seth won't count a loss for Logan.... but does Logan have what it takes to keep the Monster down?

Freddy Whoa: Can Logan even get to his feet?!

He doesn't have to, as Oblivion lifts him up. Oblivion runs at him and hits a Knee Lift, but he doesn't let Logan fall; he instead executes a Gutwrench Neckbreaker.

Zach Davis: Oblivion going up top now.... You know what's coming next!

OBISAULT!

NO! LOGAN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

Crowd: BOOOO!

Oblivion holds his stomach as he stumbles to his feet. Logan has battled his way up and he grabs Oblivion from behind.

Freddy Whoa: SLEEPER! HERE COMES THE CONNECTOR!

NO!, Oblivion drives his body backwards and crushes Logan against a turnbuckle, forcing Logan to release the hold!

Zach Davis: I hate to say it but if Logan hit that move this match may have been over.

Logan stumbles up and Oblivion pulls him in and lifts him onto his shoulders.

Freddy Whoa: 5150!

NO!, Logan shifts his weight and lands behind Oblivion! Logan clutches him in the Sleeper.

Zach Davis: CONNECTOR! IT'S OVER!

Logan pins Oblivion, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! NO! OBLIVION KICKS OUT!

Freddy Whoa: WHAT!?

Zach Davis: Impossible!

Seth looks as shocked as anyone; he was so confident he didn't even bother fast counting.

Freddy Whoa: Seth's whole plan here was to begin the new era of WCF with Logan as the leader once more, with Logan as the standard bearer for excellence. Unfortunately things aren't working out that way.

Logan rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair.

Zach Davis: What's he doing? He's going to get himself DQed - ... oh. Nevermind.

Logan rolls back in raises the chair up... and smashes it into Oblivion's back. Oblivion rolls away, clutching his back in pain. Seth pretends not to notice.

Freddy Whoa: This match could have been a classic. This is a match between one Hall of Famer and one guaranteed future Hall of Famer. Instead, thanks to Seth, it has become a farce.

Logan lifts the chair again and AGAIN hits Obi with it.

Crowd: LET'S GO OBLIVION!

Crowd: LOGAN SUCKS!

Logan sets the chair down on the mat and then lifts Oblivion up and pulls him back towards a nearby turnbuckle. Logan sits on the top of the turnbuckle, gaining some leverage, and gets Oblivion in a Sleeper...

Zach Davis: SUPER CONNECTOR!

NO!, Oblivion roars and powers out of the Sleeper! He turns to Logan, who's eyes go wide. Oblivion pulls Logan onto his shoulders and walks him to the chair...

Freddy Whoa: 5150 ONTO THE CHAIR!

Seth's eyes go wide in horror as Oblivion pins Logan. Seth drops.

One.....

Two.....

....

Logan kicks out!

Zach Davis: This is ludicrous! We should have a new WCF World Heavyweight Champion! I'm sick of this. I've been calling WCF matches for fifteen years and I thought that maybe, just maybe, one day Seth would get his head out of his ass and stop supporting this man. But tonight is just the same old shit. How many times have I sat here and had to watch Seth slow count for him?

Oblivion may be pissed, but he's also happy.. because he has more chance to inflict pain. He picks the chair up, the chair Logan introduced into the match, and now he brings it down onto the body of the Face of Treachery! Logan yells out in pain but Oblivion doesn't stop, he doesn't relent; he raises it up again and again smashes Logan. And again. And again.

Zach Davis: YES! Get him, Oblivion! GET HIM!

Seth grabs the chair and attempts to tear it away from him, but Oblivion tears it back... and smacks Seth right in the face with it!

Freddy Whoa: CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD OF THE OWNER! YES! A lot of people have been waiting to see that!

The crowd roars!

Crowd: OBLIVION! OBLIVION! OBLIVION!

Seth rolls out of the ring. A second ref quickly runs out from the back.

Zach Davis: DO IT, OBLIVION! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE!

Oblivion kicks the chair out of the ring now that we've got a legit ref and Oblivion has a real chance at the belt. He looks down at Logan, gives him a stiff kick to the head, before climbing to the top once more.

Freddy Whoa: HERE WE GO....

Zach Davis: OBI-SAULT!!!

INTO THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

THE BELL RINGS!

Freddy Whoa: WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMP!

Seth is in the ring with Kyle, Seth is livid.

Kyle Steel: YOUR WINNER!....

THE CROWD POPS!

Kyle Steel: AS A RESULT OF A DISQUALIFICATION!....

The crowd turns immediately.

Kyle Steel: OBLIVION!

Oblivion runs towards Seth Lerch but Seth quickly drops out. Logan has already rollen out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Wait, what!?

Freddy Whoa: What happened!?

Seth grabbed a mic from ringside, just as Logan has grabbed the WCF World Title. The two backpeddle up the ramp.

Seth Lerch: WHAT DO YOU THINK, OBLIVION!? You think you can use a chair on THE FACE OF TREACHERY?! You think you can use a chair on the WORLD CHAMPION!? More importantly, you think you can use a chair on ME!?.... and get away with it? You think you can use a chair to win the WCF World Title!?

Seth scoffs.

Seth Lerch: I THINK NOT!

The crowd boos.

Zach Davis: But.... LOGAN brought the chair into the ring! Seth called for the bell right as Oblivion was about to pin Logan!

Freddy Whoa: You and I both know what happened - Seth was just saving the belt for his man.

Seth Lerch: THAT SAID, we have quite the predicament here. Oblivion, I'm a fair man and awarded you the technical win. But this tournament was to crown an undisputed World Champion, which I can't do if the World Champion himself doesn't make it to the finals. So next week, I'll give everyone what they want. We're going to do this match ONE MORE TIME!

The crowd actually approves!

Seth Lerch: And to prove, once and for all, that Logan is THE MAN here in WCF, this is going to be right up your alley - a NO DISQUALIFICATION match. And the winner will advance in the WCF Classic, as the WCF World Champion, once and for all!

Seth and Logan backpeddle up the ramp as Oblivion paces around the ring, furious.... but also clearly looking forward to next week.

Zach Davis: What started as a tournament match may have developed into much more. After what we just saw this week... what will they do to each other NEXT week in a No DQ match!?

Slam fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Lilith vs Captain WCF

Jon Davenport Segment

Television Title Contendership Match: Dexter Zurlak vs Tony Hurricane vs Bad News Benson

Television Title Contendership Match: Adam Young vs Night Rider vs Micky Saint

Television Title Contendership Match: Neforian vs CJ Phoenix vs Lucious Starr

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Thomas Uriel Bates vs James Chevalier

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Mikey eXtreme vs Zombie McMorris

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Brent Alpine vs Caleb Ronan

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Gemini Battle vs Stuart Slane

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Teo Del Sol vs Nathan Chambers

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Sarah Twilight vs Dag Riddik

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Steve Orbit vs Jeff Purse

WCF Classic Tournament World Title Match: Oblivion vs Logan

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Captain WCF
Match:
Sarah Twilight vs Dag Riddik
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Logan
Television:
Vacant
Peoples:
Teo Del Sol
Internet:
Zombie McMorris