James “The Game” Chevalier is seen walking through the backstage area on his way to the curtain, when out of the locker room door in his path comes Thomas Uriel Bates, his opponent from last week. Both men see each other, and continue walking in their respective directions. As “The Game” passes Bates, the larger man says..
Thomas Uriel Bates: You best enjoy that cheap win boy. It won’t be happening again.
James Chevalier: Cheap, my ass...
Thomas Uriel Bates: It won’t be happening again tonight either. I’ll be back here making sure Logan doesn’t save you, again.
James stops in his tracks, and turns to face Bates. James then says, as if he didn’t hear Bates…
James Chevalier: Say that again? The whole thing, please…
Bates steps closer, and looks menacingly down on The Game.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Mikey will be ready for your dirty tricks, and so will I.
James Chevalier: Dirty tricks. You mean when I slipped out of The Badge and made you Rage Quit instead? Yeah, such a dirty trick. As for Mikey, you're wasting your time even worrying about him. Especially after the last time he was involved with the DRG at Trios? Pretty embarrassing, and something tells me he doesn't care to be stuck in midcard hell behind you and any other member of the DRG...
Bates slightly turns his head away as a wave of anger takes control. He snaps back, extends his arm, grabs The Game’s throat and pins him to the wall. Bates lifts The Game higher, forcing the short man to come eye to eye with the mountain of WCF.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Just because you’re one of Logan’s lap dogs, doesn’t mean you have any idea what other groups are like. Mikey was never a lap dog, Mikey was and is my brother. He has been nothing but loyal to the DRG, and his mid-card status then was a result of your master’s plaything Seth and his horrible mid-card booking. Mikey has been nothing but loyal to me, and I have been nothing but loyal to him.
The Game wraps his legs around the arm that holds him in place, before kicking Bates in the face, prompting Bates to let go. Game then hits him directly in the testicular area, and drops him to his knees, as Game screams at Bates who is now on his knees...
James Chevalier: First of all, I'm NOBODY'S LAP DOG! You think I enjoy their company? You're blind! As for why Mikey stayed "loyal" to the DRG? Because he needed you then, but he really doesn’t need you now, or probably ever again! But don’t take my word for it. You’ll see it for yourself soon enough. As for you being sour about the first round? The only person you have to blame is yourself. You hesitated, and I capitalized. You have a problem with that? Too damn bad about it! But it wasn't like I needed Logan, or anybody else, to reverse what you were throwing down. Too bad we'll both never know. And if you ever fucking touch me again, I will RIP YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF AND FORCE FEED THEM TO YOU! ASSHOLE!
Bates grunts, as he starts to get to his feet, as he says...
Thomas Uriel Bates: Because of Logan you got the opening. Another cheap move, just like right now...
James Chevalier: Whatever. Not like I wanted his help with anything. Also, we're not in that ring right now, and I'll be damned if I let you push me around just because you think you can!
Bates crouches down and looks James in the eye once more.
Thomas Uriel Bates: You know what? Mikey will handle my light work in the ring. I’ll be making sure that “mistake”, doesn’t show his face during your match.
James Chevalier: Good. Do something useful. And don't you ever fucking put your goddamn hands on me ever again!
Thomas Uriel Bates: Just wait until we share a ring again. I was nice last time, but next time I will do my best to end you...
Sammy Donnigan comes in from the staging area, and sees the two wrestlers talking in the hallway, and comes in and says…
Sammy Donnigan: What’s going on here? He giving you trouble?
Thomas Uriel Bates: Just a friendly word of advice is all.
Sammy Donnigan: Oh, we’ve already covered that, but thanks for your concern. If that’ll be all, we’ve got a match to attend to. Unless you got something else to say?
Bates slaps Game’s shoulder.
Thomas Uriel Bates: You just remember what I said, James. Good luck with the rest of the tournament. You’re going to need it now that Logan won’t be coming to your aid.
Sammy Donnigan: Oh, and Tommy? Keep your fucking hands to yourself. Inside the ring, there's rules. But out here? Let's just say this is my domain. You understand?
Thomas Uriel Bates: That could be interesting, but another time. Again, good luck with your match. You're really going to need it...
Bates calmly stands up and walks away from the two of them. Sammy then says…
Sammy Donnigan: What was all that yelling?
James Chevalier: He's sour about last week, and wants someone to take it out on. I didn't let it be me.
Sammy Donnigan: Good. I hate bullies more than anything. Especially right before a match. But whatever. We got a match.
James Chevalier: Are we all set to go on?
Sammy Donnigan: Waiting on you right now.
James Chevalier: Good. Let’s get this done…
James and Sammy continue on to the curtain, as the scene cuts to our opening match.
DING DING DING!
Freddy Whoa: And here we are folks with our first match up of the night waiting in the ring
Zach Davis: Triangle tag action to kick it all off
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen the following is a triangle tag match and it is your opening contest of the evening! Introducing first Excalibur and Drax Durant!
Both men ascend the ropes and look out to the crowd for a second taking in a smattering of boos
Kyle Steel: And their opponents! Dexter Zuriak and Tony Hurricane!
Both of them walk up to Excalibur and Durant and get in their faces
Kyle Steel: AND FINALLY!
Suddenly all 4 members of the Empire pounce on the other teams who are still facing off
Freddy Whoa: It hasn't been announced all week who would be in the ring out of the 3 members of Empire and it looks like they still haven't decided themselves!
Vanderbilt and Young take a step back directing traffic as the Middle Eastern Nightmare and Perfection go to work on their opponents, the ref tries to regain some control telling Young and Ben to get the hell out of the ring while moving back their young proteges into their own corner
Zach Davis: Finally we get this thing going properly
The other 4 men get to their feet and look at each other then too the Empire guys in their corner and all four rush them at once sending the 2 men crashing from the apron to the floor
Freddy Whoa: Chaotic scenes to start no doubt what will be a chaotic match folks we gotta take a break but Slam will be right back with this triangle tag team spectacular!
We get a commercial promoting the dvd release for the WCF classic and then one for 5 hour energy then a WCF Wednesday night promo takes back to the ring
Zach Davis: Welcome back folks and here we go
Freddy Whoa: 3 on the apron and Jinder, Excalibur and Zuriak in the ring
The ref calls for the bell and Excalibur and Zuriak look at each other then jump on Singh
Zach Davis: I dunno if they are still pissed about what happened before the break or they just realised Jinder is at least 25 pounds heavier than both these men
Freddy Whoa: Either way 2 on 1 is always a good strategy and The Empire potentially made this thing 4 on 2 with their shennanigans at the start
Excalibur and Zuriak try to kick away at Singh's legs attempting to cut down the 6 foot 6 tree with little success so they try whipping him into the ropes, they go for a double clothes line but Singh smashes through them hitting the ropes and diving back hitting a double clothes line of his own
Zach Davis: Excalibur turned inside out!
Freddy Whoa: Zuriak still on his fee......
Zach Davis: Nightmare knee to the back of the head!
Singh tags in Pinkerton and they each take a man to an opposing corner, they go for the double irish whip causing both opponents to collide chest first in the center of the ring and charge looking for a double big boot sandwhich
Zach Davis: Ace crusher from Excalibur to Zuriak puts them both on the floor just in time to avoid a big boot each!
Freddy Whoa: Both members of the empire nail each other with those boots! everyone is down and Excalibur is the only one moving around if he makes the tag this thing could be over in a hurry
Durant is bouncing on the apron trying to get his partner to start moving towards the right corner but everything Excalibur has done has been on instinct after the initial clothesline from Singh, Pinkerton is starting to move also but he jumps on Zuriak for a pin allowing Excalibur to get the tag. As Durant hits the ring the first thing he does is break up the pin he does this while taking out the extra player drop kicking Singh through the middle rope as he unsteadily gets to his feet and back splash sentons Pinkerton at the same time to break up the pin he jumps up and runs into Hurricane on the outside sending him crashing to the floor at ringside
Freddy Whoa: Drax Durant taking names here in the opener!
He comes back for Pinkerton picking him up and nailing him in the face with a couple of forearms, Zuriak tries to rise back to his feet behind him and Durant throws a flailing kick trying to knock him back down but Zuriak was ready for it, he catches Durant's foot causing the straight edge wrestler to turn to face him, this leaves him in between both Zuriak and Pinkerton with only one foot on the ground, Dex tosses his foot at the mat with force causing a little misdirection
Zach Davis: This is not looking good for Drax! Zuriak with a superkick to the knee knocking the legs out from under him!
Zach Davis: 2 HAND PALM STRIKE RIGHT TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!
Excalibur has seen enough and he hits the ring as his partner crumbles throwing himself at Pink and Zuriak as the 2 men where exchanging some trash talk over Durant's fallen corpse all men hit the floor in a pile but Hurricane has made his way back onto the apron and takes a tag from Zubriak as the 3 men clobber each other on the mat in front of him
Freddy Whoa: Hurricane with the grace of a snowflake bounces up to the top rope
Zach Davis: And with incredible agility dives off with barely any hesitation with a frog splash onto Durant!
Freddy Whoa: PIN!
Zach Davis: No! Vanderbilt pulled out the ref at the last second
Hurricane goes right out after them to get in bens face but Adam young comes to the empire managers aid Along with Jinder making his way round to stick their noses in after a few seconds a groggy Pinkerton rolls out too
Freddy Whoa: the empire guys need to be careful they don't get dq'd for messing with the ref
And just as the ref has enough sliding back into the ring....
Zach Davis: Durant over the top rope with a tope taking out the entirety of empire leaving a mass of humanity on the floor!
Freddy Whoa: Hurricane saw him coming and got out of the way but everyone had to deal with the 185 pound flying human missle
Zuriak and Excalibur slowly get to their feet in the ring looking to the outside at the mass of humanity. Both guys look at each other and make to go for a stereo dive but Excalibur at the last second trips up Zuriak sending him throat first in to the middle rope the sling shots over dropping a leg across Dexter's back
Zach Davis: Why would you do it to yourself, the point is to hurt the opponent not yourself!!!
As if to bolster Zachs point Jinder lifts the sitting down Excalibur into the air and smashes him off the Mat with a back breaker then Pinkerton and Jinder slide back into the ring along with Young and Vanderbilt, they ref yells at the non competitors to get the hell out of the ring but instead the 4 men ascend the ropes to celebrate
Zach Davis: just pure ego dripping from the ring right now
Freddy Whoa: wait they forgot hurricane
He quickly lifts a chair and tosses it face smash style at Young who quickly dives out of the way as it hits the ring post and falls back to the floor but Hurricane insensed comes in with another in hand Young quickly gets Vanderbilt the hell outta there and hurricane sprints across the ring after him swinging the chair over the ropes and losing it. Then he stops realizing he is now alone in the ring with both members of the empire team he puffs his chest out and turns to face them, the ref is still distracted making sure the foreign objects are out of play, hurricane shrugs and throws a kick into Pinkertons stones
Freddy Whoa: blatant low blow
Pink fades away to the mat as Hurricane and Jinder step up
Zach Davis: oh it's gunna get real now!
The 2 old school brawlers step up and starting swinging at first it's a forearm fest then Tony throws a well place knee into Jinders gut he runs the ropes twice knocking Singh back into the ropes and then catches him and with a primal scream slams him down with arn Anderson spine buster
Freddy Whoa: springboard basement drop kick from a pissed off Pinkerton
Zach Davis: I don't care if his name is Pinkerton you do not get away with kicking a man in the balls
Pinkerton is beating the hell out of hurricane and trying to get Singh up at the same time, he clocks Tony with a punt kick to the face. Singh finally gets back to vertical base holding a fairly busted spine and Pinkerton yells to get him up then turns to the crowd and runs a thumb across his throat, Jinder lifts hurricane up high in an electric chair as Peter poses in front of him
Freddy Whoa: I have no idea what's coming but it won't be good for the hurricane! In an insane feat of strength Jinder pops the seated Tony high enough into the air for him to step away and Pinkerton step backwards catching him
Freddy Whoa: ASSISTED CROYTS WRATH!!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT
Zach Davis: PIN!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and gentlemen your winner! THE EMPIRE!!!!!!
The official announcement rings through the arena.
Zach Davis: Welp-
Benjamin climbs up onto the ring apron and motions for the Empire to destroy Excalibur. Excalibur is surrounded by all three men and then Jinder drives low and catches Excalibur's legs sending him crashing to the mat. Adam starts putting the boots to his lower back as Peter is climbing to the top rope. Adam picks up Excalibur into a Tombstone piledriver position and Peter jumps from the top rope sending Excalibur crashing to the mat. Benjamin has now climbed into the ring with a mic in hand.
Freddy Whoa: What is this!? They just blindsided him!
Benjamin: This is a total waste of our time and energy! Carbon copy bitches trying to leach off of another's hard earned work is total bull shit. This is motherfucking WCF and you earn everything you get!
Tony Hurricane tries to hit the ring but Adam nails a Redneck Riveria on him.
Benjamin: Everyone in that locker room better put their best fucking foot forward or you to will meet the same fate. I didn't hand over my family's hard earned money to see this kind of shit in this ring. Hell these idiots out here didn't spend their money to see it either. This is a wrestling company built on blood not on stealing.
Crowd: WCF! WCF!
Adam lays down next to Excalibur.
Adam Young: If I where you kid I'd hit the fucking bricks.
Just to prove a point Jinder brings Dexter in and nails the Jinder Bomb.
Zach Davis: It looks like the feud between The Empire and Excalibur has just begun!
The Empire stand in the ring as the fans chant "WCF".
John Denver's "Thank God I'm a country boy" begins to play and Jon comes out from behind the curtain all smiles. Jon begins to clap and stomp one foot in unison trying to get the crowd fired up before slowly making his way to the ring. High fiving fans and eyeballing women along the way.
The sound of a chainsaw being pull started reverberates through the arena, as The Lumberjack starts. With the start of the lyrics Buzzsaw walks out, pausing on the stage to raise a fist. As the crowd pops, he makes his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans. Grabbing the top rope, he steps onto the apron, and over the top rope into the ring. As he prepares for his match, he removes his flannel shirt, revealing his muscled body.
"All Nightmare Long" hits the P.A. system as smoke begins to appear on the stage and ramp. As the song gets into gear the lights cut out in the arena and red fog light shines on the stage revealing Apocalypse slowly crawling out from the back mesmerizing the fans with his war paint. Apocalypse makes his way to the ring and when he gets to the end of the ramp in tune with the words "Luck. Runs. Out", the lights come on, Apocalypse looks to the ceiling with arms outstretched and utters "Apocalypse Now!" before finally sliding into the ring.
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.
Zach Davis: There's the bell!, here we go!
Apocalypse and Buzzsaw Bundy begin brawling as Jon Davenport and Micky Saint do as well!
Freddy Whoa: Jon Davenport takes Saint down with a Headlock as Apocalypse throws Bundy to the ropes. As Bundy comes back Apocalypse hits a Back Bodydrop - sending the big man to the outside!
Zach Davis: Impressive feat of strength from Apocalypse there!
Buzzsaw gets back to his feet outside but Apocalypse runs at him and hits a Baseball Slide before climbing to the outside to begin brawling with him. Davenport inside the ring lifts Saint up and executes a Body Slam. He then begins climbing to the top.
Freddy Whoa: Jon Davenport going high risk now!
Davenport flies off with a beautifully executed Elbow Drop!, but no! Saint rolls out of the way! Saint quickly gets to his feet and lifts up Davenport as Davenport gets to his feet.
Zach Davis: Brainbuster Suplex!
Saint pins Davenport.
No!, Davenport gets the shoulder up. Saint locks in a Chinlock.
Freddy Whoa: On the outside, Apocalypse and Bundy are having a hell of a brawl.
Buzzsaw throws Apocalypse into the steel ring steps! Apocalypse crashes into them. He then stumbles out and Buzzsaw goes for a Big Boot!, but Apocalypse ducks it! He quickly grabs Buzzsaw's head and smashes it into the turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: Buzzsaw stumbles out now-
JUMPING CUTTER ON THE OUTSIDE!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Back on the inside Saint has Davenport up for a Death Valley Driver but Davenport is able to shift his weight and land behind him. Davenport spins him around and whips him to the ropes and catches him in a Bearhug as he comes back!
Zach Davis: Davenport is squeezing the life out of Saint!
But Saint is able to get his arms up and clap them against Davenport's head! Saint hits the ropes and runs back, this time Davenport Clotheslines him down and then pulls him in....
Freddy Whoa: Piledriver! That's his finish!
Davenport pins Saint!
NO!, Apocalypse pulls Davenport out of the ring! Apocalypse quickly smashes Davenport and Buzzsaw's heads together before sliding back in and pulling in Saint...
Zach Davis: REVELATIONS! Here's the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Apocalypse got it! Davenport had it won but Apocalypse outsmarted him.
The bell sounds and Apocalypse gets to his feet and gets his arm raised.
Zach Davis: According to my program here, Dagvald Riddik has requested this time to make an official statement regarding his very close match and loss against Sarah Twilight.
Dagvald’s entrance music plays and he doesn’t make a production out of walking down to the ring with a microphone already in hand, and of course his International Championship in the other. He is wearing his jacket, which he doesn’t usually do while in an arena, and it looks like it is heavily sagging to one side like something is in the pocket. When he enters the ring he begins speaking.
Dag Riddik: There seems to be some, confusion, about last week. Naturally, after what was admittedly a very arduous battle against Sarah Twilight, when she was declared the winner, the libtards and feminazis and all other associated human subspecies took the to internet to tell me off and act as though this single setback throws away everything I’ve ever done and everything I’ve proved in my short time here. Surely, I understand when that no matter the reason, I did technically lose the match, but I’ll be damned if that somehow deprecates the indescribably significant impact I’ve had on WCF in six months.
Dag Riddik: First off, although I am not one to make excuses, it would beseech me to at least attempt to explain to you geniuses the exact and only reason I lost the match. I made a mistake, that’s on me, I’m not denying that. The fatal miscalculation was locking in the Trump Card on Sarah Twilight’s masturbating arm, which she uses furiously while fingering herself to mental images of her grandfather taking a shit in public spaces while Katherine Phoenix looks on wearing a salmon suit. Very specific fetish, I know, but who am I to judge? I did not account for the fucking immense strength that arm would possess as a result of this, and so I have no one to blame but myself. What made this worse was the updraft from Sarah’s taint wafting up to my face as she pinned me, cutting off my ability to breath and hindering my presence of mind to kick out.
Freddy Whoa: ...He can’t actually believe this, can he?
Zach Davis: If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Dag, it’s that he’ll believe anything he wants to believe.
Dag Riddik: So there you have it, I made some rookie mistakes in my first six months as a professional wrestler, but unlike everyone in the audience, I learn from my mistakes to become a better person. If any of you would learn from your mistakes, you wouldn’t keep throwing your money away at this place just to be chastised by myself for it. Anyway, since I know that there are people out there who are far too fucking stupid to understand basic logic and common sense, I’m sure some split tail in attendance still thinks that Sarah’s victory means that I am inferior to women. Therefore, I am going to invite, as promised, any woman who thinks she has bigger balls than me to come and prove it.
Dag steps to the ropes and surveys the ocean of arms stretching towards him in hopes of being chosen. He finally settles on one particular, infamous “woman” who is quite conveniently in attendance of something she has no business at (which is sort of her gimmick).
Dag Riddik: Ahh, yes, now that is a creature who could give me a legitimate fight for everyone’s entertainment! Please, security, give this woman the waiver I set up with Seth so she- ze? Xi? Whatever it wants to be called, can come up and get this started.
Zach Davis: It can’t be… That’s… Trigglypuff! AKA, Cora Miriam. Folks, this phenomenon cannot be easily explained, so I suggest anyone interested google it.
Trigglypuff signs the waiver and begins to climb over the barricade. She just barely crests it when she tumbles over and hits the floor hard. Dag laughs frantically, then steps back to the opposite end of the ring and motions an invitation to enter it.
As soon as Trigglypuff climbs onto the apron, Dag reaches into his pocket-
And nails Cora with a brick to the head!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my Gooooddd! He can’t do that!
Zach Davis: Holy shit, he could have killed her!
Trigglypuff collapses to the ground as blood spurts out of a massive bruised dent on her forehead.
Dag Riddik: THAT is all the evidence you need, ladies! No matter what happens, men will always be superior to women in one way or another! That fucking mutated abomination of nature may well have had six hundred pounds over me. She could have sat on my and suffocated me! But did I back down from the challenge? No! I used one thing women can never have, since they can even get cocks now, and that is intelligence. I planned ahead, I prepared, I analyzed my opponent’s weakness, and I struck with decisive efficiency! If there are no further questions, I have a match to prepare for, so I needn’t waste any more of my time on fork tongues.
Dag walks back up the ramp and backstage.
Zach Davis: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the violence, but we have to move right into our next segment here.
As we come back from the ring, both Lucious Starr and CJ Phoenix are already in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Teo Del Sol was originally scheduled to be in this match, but he has undergone some kind of change or attitude shift. Tonight, we will be getting Teddy Blaze.
The Screen Suddenly cuts to a news desk, where a very serious News Anchor shuffles his papers impatiently. After a few moments he turns towards the camera.
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."
The News Anchor falls silent as the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" suddenly blares. The Screen crashes to static before bringing up the view of the entrance ramp, which is engulfed with a burst of Pyro as Teo del Sol - no, Teddy Blaze - steps through the curtain. Blaze begins walking down the ramp, all business for the time being.
Zach Davis: A very different Teo Del Sol, er... Teddy Blaze.. than we're used to. Sorry, going to take me a little while to get used to the new name, too.
As Blaze enters the ring, the bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go!
Blaze runs at Phoenix and takes him down with a Running DDT that Phoenix didn't see coming. Lucious Starr grapples Blaze from behind, but Blaze elbows him away, avoiding the German Suplex. Blaze hits the ropes, comes back at Starr and hits a Running Forearm. Blaze kips up as Starr rushes him. Blaze hits a Drop Toehold. He's then attacked by Phoenix, but Blaze blocks Phoenix's strike, kicks him in the gut, grabs his head and runs to the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Tornado DDT to CJ Phoenix, and as he completes it, Dropkick to the skull of Lucious Starr! Amazing!
Teddy Blaze pins CJ Phoenix.
Freddy Whoa: No!, kickout by Phoenix.
Blaze gets back up as Phoenix rolls out of the ring. Starr spins Blaze around-
Zach Davis: HABANERO HURRICANE! Outta nowhere!
Blaze quickly climbs to the top and jumps off without fanfare.
Freddy Whoa: HABANERO HIGH DIVE! He hits it!
Teddy goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: And just like that!, this one is over!
Teddy Blaze stands up and gets his arm raised, staring into the camera.
Freddy Whoa: Teo Del Sol's newfound attitude has scored him a victory here tonight. But will he be able to continue his historic People's Title reign like this?
Blaze takes the Championship and heads to the back.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first from Tokyo, Japan. Weighing in at 235 pounds, he is Captain WCF!
The lights in the arena begin to flash on and off as Caramell Dansen begins to play on the jumbo-Tron. Yellow and Orange lasers shoot throughout the audience. 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.
Kyle Steel: His opponent, hailing from where ever he roams, also weighing in at 235 pounds, he is 'Freezer Burn' Wayne Hammon!
'Tomorrow's World' by Ugly Kid Joe begins playing on the Jumbo-Tron. The music plays through the intro and 'Freezer Burn' Wayne Hammon appears from the backstage area. He stands there, soaking in the audience reaction and returns a sadistic sneer. He walks down the ramp way, an occasional brush of his hand to a nearby fan, before using the steps to enter the ring.
He raises both arms in pre-match triumph, a brilliant blue and red spray of pyrotechnics exploding from the four cornerposts. He rushes under the bottom rope, out to the ringside area, mock backhanding a fan and mouthing off to the audience for a few seconds before giving the audience a double birdie. The pyrotechnics die down, as he gives another random obscene gesture, slips back under the bottom rope and into the ring.
He goes to a second turnbuckle, does a crotch grab toward the audience, and gives them another double birdie and sadistic sneer as the music fades away.
The referee explains the rules to both of them and calls for the bell to start the match as Kyle Steel exits the ring. The two men tie up in the middle of the ring. captain WCF with an arm drag take down into an arm bar. He applies the pressure as Freezer Burn gets to his knees. Captain WCF pick up Freezer Burn and pushes him against the ropes. Captain WCF with a couple of karate chops across the chest before connecting with a spinning mule heel kick to the midsection. captain WCF pushes Freezer Burn back into the ropes and sends him flying across the ring. Freezer Burn grabs onto the ropes and holds on as Captain WCF runs towards him. Freezer Burn drops and pulls the ropes down with him as Captain WCF hits them and goes flying over onto the arena floor.
Zach Davis: The action is hot and heavy here tonight folks. These two are giving it everything they have.
Freddy Whoa: Right now it doesn't look good for the Captain. He landed hard on the floor there. Look out, here comes Freezer Burn.
Freezer Burn had climbed to the top rope. He leaps and connects with an elbow drop. Freezer Burn picks up Captain WCF and rolls him into the ring. Freezer Burn follows him in and goes for the cover as the ref slides into position.
No, Captain WCF gets his foot on the ropes to break the pin.
Freezer Burn picks up Captain WCF and quickly slams him back down to the mat. Freezer Burn picks up the captain again and connects with an inverted atomic drop into belly-to-belly suplex transition. Freezer Burn goes for the pin.
no, Freezer Burn picks up Captain WCF and sends him hard into the turnbuckle. Freezer Burn follows him in. Captain WCF drops down and rolls out of the ring as Freezer Burn slams into the turnbuckle. Captain WCF climbs to the top turnbuckle. Freezer Burn is dazed as he gets to his feet. captain WCF leaps and catches Freezer Burn with a cross body into the mat. Captain hooks the leg as the ref slides into position.
No, Freezer Burn powers out of it.
Captain WCF slams the mat in frustration as he picks up Freezer Burn and hits him with a shoulder breaker onto his knee. Captain WCF with an armbar applies the downward pressure. Freezer Burn struggles to get to his feet as he sends Captain WCF into the ropes. Freezer Burn drops to the mat as Captain WCF leaps over him and hits the ropes on the other side. Freezer Burn with a devastating clothesline. Captain WCF hits the mat. Freezer Burn picks up Captain WCF and connects with an atomic drop. He then lifts Captain WCF...
Zach Davis: ABSOLUTE ZERO!
He goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: Freezer Burn defeats Captain WCF!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: Valiant effort from Captain WCF, but Freezer Burn was just too much here tonight!
" Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: I sincerely fear for the health of any audience members that accidentally touch ZMAC as he does that.
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in WCF.
You made a fool outta me,
The song play on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises.
Zach Davis: DAVID SANCHEZ IS BACK!
David Sanchez appears centre stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with fingerless black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from Newport Beach, California. Weighing in tonight at 213lbs, he is the self-proclaimed Last True King of Wrestling; David Sanchez.
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing the words “self-proclaimed” as a prefix to his accolades and he begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lense of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
A the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo David Sanchez slides under the bottom ropes and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
Freddy Whoa: Welp-
ZMAC is on him immediately, running at him and booting him down. He then stomps him repeatedly in the corner.
Zach Davis: Not the way David Sanchez wanted to start his return!
ZMAC quickly lifts Sanchez up and throws him to the ropes, and as he comes back ZMAC drops him with a Boot. Sanchez wills himself back up quickly but McMorris is able to drop him with a Sidewalk Slam before going for a pin.
No!, shoulder up by Sanchez.
Freddy Whoa: McMorris backs up now.... he's going for a Boot Party!
No!, Sanchez sidesteps the punt. Sanchez hits a quick European Uppercut before throwing ZMAC to the ropes now, and as he comes back, Sanchez executes a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker!
Zach Davis: David Sanchez, back in the game!
Sanchez with the pin attempt now.
No!, a kickout from ZMAC.
Freddy Whoa: Not sure who the fans would want to win here. They'll either be excited no matter what, or angry no matter what. We'll see.
Sanchez stomps McMorris' limbs a few times before backing off just enough to let McMorris begin getting to his feet. Once McMorris is up, Sanchez grapples him....
Zach Davis: TRAMADOL NIGHTS! SNAP BRAINBUSTER!
NO!, McMorris knees Sanchez in the head on his way up and shifts his weight, landing behind him. He hits a German Suplex.
Freddy Whoa: He keeps it hooked... we're going to CRACKROCK CITY, BITCH!
McMorris lifts Sanchez.... BOOM, another German.
Zach Davis: One more...
McMorris lifts him again... BOOM!, another German!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Sanchez lands on his feet!
Sanchez rushes ZMAC.
Zach Davis: MEDUSA'S TOUCH!
No!, ZMAC ducks it. Both men turn to face each other and McMorris hits a stiff -
Crowd: FALCON PUNCH!
-And follows up by pulling Sanchez in before he can hit the ground.
Freddy Whoa: AXE WOUND! Into the pin!
Zach Davis: ZOMBIE MCMORRIS WINS IT!
The bell sounds and ZMAC gets to his feet, the Internet Champion getting his arm raised.
Freddy Whoa: NOT the way David Sanchez wanted to make his return, but Zombie McMorris was just too much tonight.
Zach Davis: He really was in rare form. I doubt this is the last we've seen of these two men.
McMorris leaves the ring and heads to the back, Sanchez holding his head in pain.
The crowd in Santander Arena live in Reading, Pennsylvania are extremely happy with the opening of the show, and the few matches that has passed. Everyone watching at home, and in the arena are very pleased. The talk of the rookie Nathan Chambers who defeated Teo Del Sol last week, causing a major upset, has been popular in every aspect of the locker room. Before the next match can begin, "How Deep Is Your Love" by Calvin Harris & Disciples plays from the arena's surround systems. Darkness ensues the crowd, and Nathan walks out from the back with the pink robe around his body, hiding his wrestling attire.
He walks down the entrance path, fixing his sunglasses on his face. Avoiding the fans at ringside who stretch their hands out to touch him, he quickly climbs up the steel steps before swinging his body through the ropes. One of the ringside crew members hands him a microphone, and now he stands center of the ring waiting patiently for the crowd to be silent.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Freddy Whoa: Ladies, and gentlemen, welcome back to another episode of Sunday Night Slam. We're graced with Nathan "Perfection" Chambers who delivered the upset of the week when he defeated Teo Del Sol, the People's Champion, in his debut last week.
Zach Davis: And to take it a step further, he had to put him in a Guillotine Choke hold. He never needed to continue with the submission hold thus the paramedics had to take Teo to the nearest hospital.
Nathan Chambers: No one deserves the attention better than I do especially after the upset of the century last week on Sunday Night Slam when I put Teo Del Sol, your People's Champion -- not mine --, to sleep permanently. The buzz on social media was great. Loyal fans to the masked hero were sending me hate mail, and hate messages on my Twitter which made me laugh. All of you expected Teo to wash me away like the little rookie I am but I told you all that when I say something, it manifests into reality, and reality is mine!
He continues smiling, pausing for the crowd to get their two cents in with the huge reactions of hatred, and dislike. Nathan rolls his blue eyes, and pushed the microphone close to his lips.
Nathan Chambers: I don't expect any of you to understand the success from an early stage. Trust me, you guys don't influence anything I do in my life but some of the idiots back in the locker room had the nerve to compare me to a man who was handed everything to him on a silver platter. They said he was the biggest star to emerge, the top prospect but my name wasn't in the same sentences with that praise. Worst part about it was the guy you so blindly loved was one of the most foul people I've ever known. He had something that I see as a mistake of the company, and I am an excellent rectifier. A division created to house the abominations, a championship used to give hope to the low lives of the world. He was one of them, and now that he's gone, it's time for that mistake to be rectified.
Zach Davis: What the hell is he talking about? What championship? The only ones active are World, Television, Tag, People's, and Internet.
Freddy Whoa: But the better question is who?
Nathan Chambers: Seth Lerch. I want the Wrestling Championship Federation HARDCORE Championship!
Crowd: OOOOOOH! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES!
Freddy Whoa: He can't be serious! He's demanding that Seth Lerch hand him the WCF Hardcore Championship?!
Seth immediately comes out with a confused look on his face. The crowd is booing him as much as they can but Nathan stands center of the ring with the microphone held at his side.
Seth Lerch: What?
Nathan Chambers: You heard me. I want the Hardcore Titl-- no. I DEMAND the Hardcore Title in my hands or around my waist, and I DEMAND it now!
Seth Lerch: Listen here kid. I don't know how you, and every rookie that joins have this ego that you have to be handed something but I make the rules around here. Now, you beat Teo Del Sol, and that says enough. So, you need to prove yourself. Andre Holmes was one of the contracts I threw out in Mexico, and I'm glad that shit stain was gone because he was costing me a lot of money for the damages he made in MY company. Seeing as though the people loved the Hardcore Division, I'll give you a chance. If you can take on three wrestling talent in a gauntlet under Hardcore rules, you're the new Hardcore Champion.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL IS HE SERIOUS?!
Seth Lerch: Contestant #1.
The first jobber to run it is a dude named "The Duck" who charges out of the backstage area. He bursts through the curtains, and sprints his way down to the ring with a referee behind him. When they enter into the ring, they get up, and the referee signals the bell!
Ding Ding Ding!
Nathan quickly kicks The Duck into the ribs, and underhooks both his arms while keeping his head trapped under his armpit. Snapping back down, he spikes The Duck's head down onto the canvas, and rolls him over onto his back after the Double Arm DDT.
Freddy Whoa: "VIP Only"! That's what he calls it, and now he's going for the pin!
Kyle Steel: The Duck has been eliminated!
Nathan gets back on his feet, removing his robe, and glasses from his face. He tosses them to the outside while the second jobber, "1 Minute" Andre Waterson runs out from the back, and down to the ring dressed in a cowboy strap, and black speed. Sliding into the ring, he gets up into the body of Nathan Chambers who ducks under his right arm, and holds his arms up from behind in a Full Nelson. Nathan sweeps his right leg to slap his face into the canvas with a Full Nelson Legsweep.
Zach Davis: "EYE CANDY" This is bullcrap! He's just taking them out one by one with some sneaky crap!
He turns his body over, and hooks the leg.
Kyle Steel: Andre Waterson has been eliminated! If Nathan Chambers beats the last contestant, he will be the new WCF Hardcore Champion!
The final contestant is Sofanda Cox who runs out from the back only down to the ring. Sliding in, Nathan quickly kicks her into the ribs before leaping into the air to place her head under his arm pit, and snap back onto his back locking his legs around the waist. Applying the Guillotine Choke.
Freddy Whoa: THE SAME MOVE, CHAMBER OF SECRETS, HE USED TO DEFEAT TEO DEL SOL! HE'S USING IT TO WIN THE HARDCORE TITLE!
Zach Davis: NOT LIKE THIS!
She taps out, and Nathan stands back up with his arms raised.
Ding Ding Ding!
Seth Lerch: Well kid. Congratulations to our NEEEEW WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION, NATHAN CHAMBERS!
A staff member from backstage carries the belt of the Hardcore Title down to the ring. Nathan snatches it from him between the ropes, and walks around the ring with the Hardcore Belt raised high in his right hand.
Zach Davis: Commercial. I have no words.
Zach Davis: Next up, we've got two former Pantheon members - and two men that fought last week - up against the team of Thomas Uriel Bates and Dag Riddik.
Freddy Whoa: I don't really understand why Seth would book this. Don't Purse and Orbit have the advantage, since they've been an actual team?
Zach Davis: Seth, and the Family in general it seems, thrive on chaos. This just seems to be a reflection of that.
"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.
"Survival" by Eminem blares on the PA.
"This is survival of the fittest
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
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.
“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 Steel: 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 Purse and Orbit, stretches out his arms, and roars. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect.
Aenima by Tool. Titantron plays training clips mixed with images representing his anti-liberal values and him holding the International Championship. 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.
Zach Davis: Welp, everyone is here.... Let's see how this works out.
Purse and Orbit are watching Dag and Bates. Using body language alone, the two men seem to decide Bates will start the match. The fans boo.
Freddy Whoa: After Dag's tirade earlier, the fans REALLY want to see him get his block knocked off.
Purse starts the match for his team. He runs at Bates and goes for a Dropkick, but Bates is simply pushed backwards. Purse gets back up and runs at Bates again. This time he slides between Bates' legs, right under the ropes, and then Springboards!, hitting a Springboard Clothesline on the big man. Bates staggers back several steps but still doesn't go down. Purse quickly runs and Springboards again - this time as he comes back towards Bates, Bates is able to catch him.
Zach Davis: Death Valley Driver!
Bates immediately pins Purse.
NO!, Purse shoots his shoulder up. Bates immediately transitions into an Armbar.
Freddy Whoa: Purse struggling to reach the ropes here...
And he makes it. Not wasting any time, Bates lets go and stomps several times on Purse's midsection. Purse yells out in pain, and Bates follows up by placing one boot on his stomach... and then walking across him, all of his weight pressing down onto the body of Jeff Purse.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse has a World Title match next week, Freddy, against either Oblivion or Logan. He needs to be careful here to avoid any injury that is going to carry into next week.
Bates backs off and taunts the fans as Purse struggles to his feet. Bates spins him around and hits a Brain Chop.
Freddy Whoa: No.. Purse has had enough!, he blocks it!
The former Champion then kicks Bates in the leg, then again, and again, and again. Purse hits a Spinning Heel Kick before jumping and hitting a Hurricanrana!, into a pin!
NO!, broken up by Dag. Dag begins yelling at Bates, asking what the hell he's doing.
Zach Davis: Overreaction much?
Meanwhile, Purse tags in Orbit. Orbit Springboards in and Dropkicks Dag, sending Dag flying out of the ring. Bates has already begun to get to his feet and Orbit hits him with a series of quick jabs, looking to press his advantage. Bates is still dazed and Orbit runs at him and hits a Legdrop Bulldog!, before going for a pin!
NO!, this time Bates powers out! Orbit lifts him up but Bates shoves him away. Orbit runs at Bates and Bates catches him in a Flapjack. Bates then turns and tags in Dag Riddik, none too gently.
Freddy Whoa: The Neo Nordicist versus The Mack!... I don't like this...
Riddik enters the match and begins kicking at Steve Orbit gleefully. Orbit is soon able to get to his feet, however, and blocks one of Dag's strikes; Orbit then throws Dag to the ropes and executes a Hiptoss as he comes back. Dag gets to his feet and Orbit follows it up with a T-Bone Suplex! Orbit goes for the pin.
No!, Dag gets the shoulder up now.
Zach Davis: I don't think Dag Riddik would show his face here again if he got beaten by Steve Orbit a week after being beaten by Sarah Twilight.
Orbit tags in Purse. Purse enters and before Orbit leaves, they lift Dag up and execute a Double Suplex. Purse floats over and pins as Orbit quickly exits.
NO!, broken up by Bates. Bates yells at Dag now, taunting him like Dag taunted him before, before getting back on the apron. Purse lifts Dag and goes for a Neckbreaker, but Dag is able to shove him away. Purse hits the ropes and comes back, only for Dag to grapple him and execute a vicious Half Nelson Suplex.
Zach Davis: OUCH. Purse's head planted on the mat.
Dag transitions right into a Crossface!
Freddy Whoa: Perfectly applied!
Purse yells out in pain and flails, trying to find the ropes, but Dag has him perfectly planted in the center of the ring. Orbit enters the ring, but Bates already anticipated it; the two men begin brawling, and Bates stops Orbit from breaking it up.
Zach Davis: Purse has a World Title match next week to think about! Is he going to tap!?
Purse is able to overturn Dag and turn it into a pin attempt!
NO!, Dag escapes it! Both Purse and Dag are to their feet and now they're brawling!
Freddy Whoa: As expected, all hell has broken loose!
Eventually Orbit and Bates both retreat to their opposite corners, leaving Purse and Dag crawling towards them to make the tag.
Zach Davis: Whoever makes the tag first, this may be vital!
Dag dives and tags in Bates just as Purse dives and tags in Orbit! The two men meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading rights and lefts, but Bates quickly gains the upper hand - that is until Orbit ducks a huge right hook and then fires off with several stiff kicks of his own before a few strikes to the head!
Freddy Whoa: Bates is stronger, Orbit is faster - these two are, overally, evenly matched!
Orbit goes for the Pimp Slap but Bates ducks it and the two men turn to face each other - Bates takes Orbit down with a huge Bates Boot!
Zach Davis: DAMN!
Bates turns to tag Dag, but Dag moves his hand and turns to taunt the crowd instead - and really, taunting Bates too. Bates angrily grabs his arm and forcibly tags him in.
Freddy Whoa: Thomas Bates, not having any of Dag Riddik's tomfoolery.
Meanwhile, Orbit has tagged Purse back in. Bates angrily throws Dag into the match - and right across the ring! -
Zach Davis: AND RIGHT INTO THE SPOKE FROM JEFF PURSE!
Dag is turned, not going down but the lights are clearly out in his eyes; Bates runs at him and hits him with a Bates Boot.
Freddy Whoa: Bates Boot to his own teammate. Bates has lost it!
Bates sits on top of Dag and starts hitting him with a series of closed fists. The bell sounds.
Kyle Steel: This match... IS A NO CONTEST!
Purse and Orbit have already evacuated the match and are headed up the ring as Bates lifts Dag up and puts him into a Full Nelson. He lifts him up...
Zach Davis: THE BADGE! He's just brutalizing Dag here...
Purse and Orbit have noticed what's going on and head back into the ring and grab Bates, pulling him away from Dag, trying to calm him down. Bates roars, but he's being restrained by two former World Champions.
Freddy Whoa: Come on, Jeff, you have a World Title match next week, don't risk it...
Logan and Seth quickly head to ringside next, and Bates has seemingly calmed down. He simply picks Dag's possibly unconscious body up and tosses him out of the ring at Logan and Seth's feet. Purse and Orbit are right back at him, trying to pull him back.
Zach Davis: What does this mean? It doesn't look like Seth or Logan want any part of Thomas Bates.
Logan and Seth check on Dag as we go to commercial.
Bad News Benson comes out to the ring, with no music or any other effects. He stomps down like he's pissed off at men, women, children, animals, and gods, stopping to harass fans occasionally on his way to the ring, as Kyle Steel announces his arrival to the match...
Kyle Steel: The next bout is a three-way match to determine the NEW Television Champion! First, on his way to the ring! Weighing in at 220 pounds and coming from any skid row ghetto in the world!!! BAD... NEWS... BENSON!!!
Bad News Benson makes it to the ring and slides under the bottom rope into the ring, harassing both the referee and Kyle Steel, before being told to move to a corner of the ring, as Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa commentate...
Zach Davis: Never thought I'd say this, but Bad News Benson challenging for a title in the WCF. What do you think his chances are like?
Freddy Whoa: He's been chipping away for a year or so, and his hard work may pay off tonight! He's mean enough, for sure, but will that mean streak be enough to topple the veteran Night Rider or the new talent Neforian? We'll find out real soon!
The lights in the arena go out. A red spotlight begins panning the audience as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the jumbo tron. 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. Kyle Steel announces his arrival into the arena...
Kyle Steel: The next contestant in the match. From Parts Unknown and weighing in at 335 pounds!!! NIGHT... RIDER!!!
He grabs a microphone from ringside and steps through the ropes.
Night Rider: I can care less if you fans like me or not. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here to kick some @$$! Now bring out my opponent and lets get down to business!
Bad News Benson seems more than willing to oblige Night Rider, but the referee keeps them separated, as we await the final contestant, and a few words from Davis and Whoa...
Zach Davis: Night Rider is no stranger to WCF gold, and is the veteran of this match in regards to time within the WCF. What is your take on his chances here tonight, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: He's got to be the odds on favorite to win. Benson is an unpolished talent, and Neforian is still a relative unknown in terms of his full potential here. Though it can be said that Neforian may have an advantage in being the relative unknown.
Zach Davis: And here he comes now!!!
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.
Kyle Steel: And the final contestant, weighing in at 250 pounds and coming to us from Manassas, Virginia! NEFORIAN!!!
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. As he does this, both Night Rider and Bad News Benson override the referee and begin attacking Neforian. The referee calls for the bell...
Zach Davis: Neforian already at a disadvantage, as both Night Rider and Bad New Benson stomping away at newcomer Neforian in the middle of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: To think they were going to go at it right before his arrival, just to now start working over Neforian?
Zach Davis: I guess it's the Old Guard sticking it to the newcomer, and a double team suplex executed on Neforian! Night Rider and Benson float over for the attempted pinfall!!!
Freddy Whoa: Referee's not counting it, and both men are on their knees arguing...
Zach Davis: AND BOTH OF THEM START SLUGGING IT OUT!!! WHILE STILL ON THEIR KNEES!
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider overpowers Benson, gets to his feet, and pulls Benson up and launches him into the ropes...
Zach Davis: Shoulder toss, as Benson goes flying to the mat. Night Rider turns his attention to Neforian...
Freddy Whoa: AND NEFORIAN POUNDING AWAY AT NIGHT RIDER!!! SCOOP SLAM!!!
Zach Davis: LEGDROP AND PINFALL!!! REFEREE COUNTING IT!!!
Freddy Whoa: And Benson breaks up the pinfall attempt by Neforian! He's stomping away at Benson...
Zach Davis: Neforian catches a Benson stomp, and brings him to the ground!!!
Freddy Whoa: SLAPPING ON A BOSTON CRAB!!! BENSON DIDN'T EXPECT THAT!!!
Zach Davis: Night Rider on his feet, and he kicks Neforian! Neforian has to break the hold, as Night Rider grabs him and slings him into the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: NEFORIAN REVERSES IT!!! CLOTHESLINE THAT KNOCKS NIGHT RIDER OVER THE TOP ROPE AND TO THE FLOOR!!!
Zach Davis: Neforian turns to a recovering Benson. Benson on his feet, but not for long!!! Neforian scoops him up...
Freddy Whoa: RUNNING POWERSLAM!!! REFEREE IS COUNTING IT!!!
Night Rider slides in and attacks Neforian, but the bell sounds, and the referee steps between the two men!
Kyle Steel: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH AS A RESULT OF A PINFALL... NEFORIAN!!!
Zach Davis: Night Rider is going ballistic! He thought he broke up the count!
Freddy Whoa: NOT EVEN CLOSE! The match was faster than I anticipated, but Neforian is the NEW WCF Television Champion! Night Rider is still arguing with the referee!!!
Zach Davis: Folks, don't go away! The next round of the WCF Classic is kicking off shortly after this commercial break! Stay tuned!
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, accompanied to the ring by Sammy Donnigan, 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: And here we are, about to kick off the continuation of the WCF Classic with Freddy Whoa. As James Chevalier has just entered the ring. Your thoughts Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: He pulled off a great magic trick by making the big man Thomas Bates pass out in the middle of that ring. He's done quite well in the WCF thus far, but how long will his luck last against another DRG alum in Mikey eXtreme tonight?
Zach Davis: Good points brought up, and here comes Mikey eXtreme to the ring with his own entourage...
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: And Mikey eXtreme, fresh off of a victory over Zombie McMorris to advance in the WCF Classic. Were you surprised at the outcome or was this expected?
Freddy Whoa: Mikey's a three time US Champ who knows what it takes to get to the top of a pile. But a win over Zombie is big, considering his career here in the WCF overall. And nobody should take him lightly, least of all Game, coming into this match-up.
Zach Davis: Referee Stanley Moser giving instructions in the ring, before he calls for the bell...
Both men go for a grapple...
Zach Davis: And a low kick from Mikey, before slamming the axhandle down on the back of The Game!
Freddy Whoa: Mikey picks him back up, and vertical suplex on The Game in the middle of the ring! And a legdrop!
Mikey rolls The Game over for a pinfall attempt. Referee counts it...
Zach Davis: One-count for Mikey, and he pummels the head of The Game with a few fists.
Freddy Whoa: And Mikey picks up The Game and gets set to launch him across the ring...
Zach Davis: Game holds on, and he's got Mikey in some sort of armbar!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! HELL OF A REVERSAL!!!
Mikey groans as The Game wraps up his arm, but manages to pull himself to the ring ropes to prompt a rope break. The Game releases the hold almost immediately, before he hits a standing hurricanranna on Mikey that sends him into the middle of the ring!
Zach Davis: Mikey back on his feet, and a dropkick from The Game!
Freddy Whoa: And another dropkick hits Mikey!
The third time Mikey gets to his feet, The Game goes for a third dropkick, but Mikey steps out of the way, hitting nothing but air. Mikey then grabs a leg and...
Zach Davis: Kneecapper on the mat!
Freddy Whoa: You take away the legs of a high flyer like The Game, and that pretty much limits his offensive capabilities in the match.
Zach Davis: And defense. Considering how much The Game relies on his speed in his matches...
Mikey eXtreme then rolls Game over into a single leg crab in the middle of the ring. Mikey bounces up and down in place on The Game to further work the leg and back of his opponent. Game presses himself up to move for the ropes, but Mikey pulls Game back into the middle of the ring, when Game makes his move...
Zach Davis: Game rolls out of the single crab, and has the leg of Mikey eXtreme!!!
Freddy Whoa: James rolls him over, and now an ankle lock on Mikey eXtreme in the middle of the ring!
Mikey is quick to pull himself to the ropes. Game tries to pull back, but Mikey powers his way to the ropes, initiating a break of the hold. Mikey rolls out of the ring, as Freakshow and Vidalia surround Mikey...
Zach Davis: I guess Mikey's taking a breather? Talking strategy? I don't know...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Game pulls himself to the top rope, balances off of it, before he crashes down on all three of them outside of the ring!!!
Zach Davis: I guess Mikey isn't safe anywhere outside of the ring, as he crashes into the guardrail with Game on top of him!!! Referee begins to count them both out...
Game then pulls Mikey off of the guardrails, whipping him into the ring apron, where Mikey collapses to the ground. The referee continues the count...
The Game rolls himself back into the ring, prompting the referee to restart the count. Freakshow and Vidalia start helping Mikey back to his feet after recovering themselves...
Mikey is recovered, and pulls himself back into the ring. He takes his time getting back to his feet, as he looks over at The Game with a look of fury on his face...
Zach Davis: So far, this has been back and forth. But the look on Mikey's face tells everything to me.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, I think he thought that The Game was just a lucky punk taking out Bates, but he's proven to be much more of a difficult opponent than he anticipated.
Zach Davis: Both men meeting in the middle of the ring, and this time The Game with a low kick to start off the grapple...
Game and Crowd: SHORYUKEN!!!
Freddy Whoa: And down goes Mikey to that vicious uppercut of James The Game Chevalier!
Zach Davis: Mikey getting to his feet, but The Game grabs him by the head, and is taking him to a turnbuckle...
Freddy Whoa: 1-UP!!!
Zach Davis: NO!!! MIKEY SHOVES HIM OFF IN MIDAIR!!! Game is getting to his feet...
Freddy Whoa: X MARKS THE SPOT!!! GAME IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!!
Zach Davis: It looks like Mikey is going to the top!!! Taking a page out of The Game's own book!!!
Freddy Whoa: He's calling for the eXecution!!!
Zach Davis: Here it comes!!!
NO! MIKEY MISSES!
Freddy Whoa: SO CLOSE! GAME ESCAPED AT THE LAST SECOND!
Game has scrambled to his feet and pulls Mikey in.
Zach Davis: GAME OVER! And here's the pin!
Freddy Whoa: GAME ADVANCES!
Game rolls over and rests for several moments, breathing heavily.
Zach Davis: GAME HEADS TO THE FINALS OF THE WCF CLASSIC! He heads into a WCF World Title match!
We go to commercial as Mikey rolls out and Game works his way to his feet.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is part of the WCF Classic!
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.
Freddy Whoa: sniff sniff
Zach Davis: What’s the matter?
Freddy Whoa: I still can’t believe he’s gone! Rest in Peace, Purple One.
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. Percy hides under the ring.
Zach Davis: Brent Alpine, a former WCF Television Champion, just recently returned to the company. His previous accomplishments with the company are no doubt the reason he was picked to take part in the WCF Classic. It’s an opportunity he proved he deserved last week, when he defeated another talented wrestler, Caleb Roman.
Freddy Whoa: The Shine is a raving egomaniac, and easy to underestimate given his eccentricities, but there’s no denying his ability. I would not be at all surprised if he made it to the Classic Final.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, hailing from Grant, Iowa and weighing 270 pounds: Stuart Slane!
“Conquistador” by Procol Harum plays as Slane walks out from gorilla to a Conway Pop. As he makes his way down the ramp and up the steps he will awkwardly attempt to engage the crowd: waving, giving a thumbs up gesture, and so on. After wiping his feet on the apron he then enters between the ropes. Stuart will then move to his corner, where he loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics (toe touches, torso twists, deep knee bends, etc).
Zach Davis: The ex- Scoutmaster also had an impressive win last week when he pinned Gemini Battle. A former Internet, United States, and Television Champion, Stuart Slane has demonstrated he can rise to the challenge when he needs to. Will that be enough to beat Brent Alpine? We’re about to find out.
Referee Sean Packard goes over the rules with both wrestlers and then calls for the bell. The pair immediately lock up. After a brief stalemate Brent takes control, shooting forward and getting Stu off his feet with a fireman’s carry takedown. He transitions that into a chinlock. Slane powers himself to a vertical base and pivots free. The two tie up again. This time Stu gets the upper hand, going behind Alpine and executing a waistlock takedown. With Brent on his belly Slane takes his nearest arm and applies a hammerlock. Alpine is able to get to a kneeling position and escape the hammerlock with a modified snapmare. He then puts a knee into Stu’s back and sits him up for a standing surfboard. Slane is able to muscle his way up and turns and the two tie up again! This time Stuart spladles his opponent and goes for a pin. One! Two! Brent kicks out.”
Zach Davis: Almost got him!
Freddy Whoa: You realize that half a minute of chain wrestling just lost Slam 100,000 viewers, right?
Stu pulls Alpine to his feet with a standing headlock. He takes Brent to the mat with a side headlock takedown, but Brent is able to hook Slane’s far leg and roll him onto his shoulders. One! Two! Slane kicks out.
Zach Davis: Both these men are showing a lot of caution early on. Each knows how dangerous the other can be, and doesn’t want to slip up.
Freddy Whoa: Given the stakes of this match, I don’t blame them. Whoever wins this becomes one of four wrestlers to compete for the WCF World Title at Blast!
Both Slane and Brent have scurried away from the other. They rise to their feet and begin circling. They close in. Stu tries for a single leg takedown but after hooking Brent’s calf The Shine is able to maintain his balance and connect with a lightning fast enziguri!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, what a shot!
Zach Davis: Brent Alpine is incredibly quick and nimble for his size.
The Shine closes in on his foe and begins hammering away with forearm strikes. He then whips Slane to the ropes, and catches him on the rebound with a big back body drop. Not even turning to check on Slane’s position he flips and hits a standing moonsault. Lateral press. One! Two! Slane lifts his shoulder. Brent hauls Stuart up, knees him in the stomach several times and then tries for an Irish Whip to the corner. Slane reverses it. He rams into Brent with a running shoulder block, driving him into the ringpost. Stu follows that up with a throat thrust uppercut that snaps Alpine’s head back. The referee orders Stuart to take the fight out of the corner. He obliges by Bieling the Shine towards the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: That’s what makes Slane so dangerous: his power. Brent Alpine is nearly 260 pounds but the one time Scoutmaster just chucked him a good ten feet almost effortlessly.
Slane stomps after the Shine who is slowly getting off the ground. Grabbing Brent by the hair he slams his head hard against the mat. He drops an elbow and makes the cover. One! Two! Brent kicks out. Slane hauls Alpine up for a bearhug but the Shine stuns him with an elbow to the side of the head and executes a Leg Hook Reverse STO! The Aussie flips Slane over and makes the cover. One! Two! Stuart kicks out. An angry Alpine gets to his feet and begins stomping away at Stuart, who crawls under the ropes. Packard tells The Shine to stop, but gets ignored until he starts a DQ count. Finally Brent backs off, shouting at the referee and moving away.
Freddy Whoa: Brent wants to keep his cool here. So far he’s been more than holding his own during this match, and getting disqualified for losing control of his emotions would be a huge disappointment.
Zach Davis: Maybe he should confer with his wellness advisors.
Alpine does not in fact seek any guidance from EMS. Instead he waits for Slane to pull himself up from the ropes and then charges in again. Slane ducks out of the way, but Brent hits the ropes and caroms back towards the other side. He comes back to try for a clothesline, but Slane himself has bounced off the ropes and is charging towards Brent. When the two collide Stuart lifts his opponent up bodily and sends him crashing to the mat with a spinebuster.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Runaway Slane!
Stuart drops down to go for the pin. One! Two! Brent gets a shoulder up. Slane can’t believe it. Sighing, he flips Brent over and drops his knee into the small of his back. And again. And again. Then he grapevines his ankles, grabs him by the collarbone, puts all of his weight onto his kidneys and rocks back, putting Brent in a bow and arrow submission hold. Brent hollers in agony, but when Packard ask if he submits Alpine shakes his head. Thrashing wildly, he is finally able to reach the bottom rope. The referee orders Stuart to break the hold, which he does after a couple of tense seconds.
Zach Davis: And Alpine was able to escape the bow and arrow by reaching the ropes. Slane shouldn’t have flipped his opponent towards the apron when he was setting him up for the bow and arrow. If he hadn’t, he might have been able to get Alpine to submit. Some sloppy work from Stuart, and good ring awareness by The Shine.
Alpine pulls himself to the apron and rolls outside. He begins pacing back and forth, clutching his back and stalling. Slane, meanwhile, is leaning over the ropes shouting at his opponent, demanding he return to the ring. Brent shakes his head. Now Packard tells him to come back inside. No go. He begins to count Alpine out. When he reaches Seven! The Shine gestures at Slane, who is right at the ropes waiting for him. The referee orders Slane back, and finally Brent climbs up onto the apron and enters the ring, allowing the match to resume.
Freddy Whoa: Glad to see the Shine finally nut up and fight.
Zach Davis: The fans might not like the delaying tactics Brent Alpine, but it was good strategy. Gave him a chance to recover and don’t forget, he wasn’t breaking any- wait, who’s that?!
A woman in a pink cat suit with matching mask hops the barricade and moves towards Team Earth Moon Son. Dallas Culture steps up to her, but he’s distracted when she lifts her leg to show him her well-manicured toes. He leans forward for a closer look.
Freddy Whoa: Someone wearing a pig mask has gotten past security and is confronting Brent’s entourage. Whoa!
When Dallas gets his face mere micrometers from the pig lady’s dainty hoof, she shoves him with it, sending the yoga master staggering back into Esther. The porcine gatecrasher then attempts to pick up Percy Micro, who scampers out of reach. Meanwhile, both Stuart and Brent watch the goings on from the ring, The Shine slack-jawed, Slane seething. Stuart takes advantage of the distraction to catch Brent in an O’connor roll pin. Packard drops down for the count. One! Two! Three! Kickout!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Stuart Slane!
Stu’s music is played, but he doesn’t stick around to celebrate his win. He bolts from the ring and chases after the would-be pig-napper, who is still attempting to corral Percy Micro. An enraged Brent, meanwhile, is screaming at the referee.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t believe it. Stuart Slane took advantage of the distraction and pinned Brent Alpine. The former Scoutmaster is moving on to the Final Round of the WCF Classic!
Slane by now has grabbed the woman in the pig mask and hoisted her up over his shoulder. He turns to look back at Alpine, who stares daggers back at him before going to check on Dallas. Percy by now has trotted back to where EMS has huddled up. Slane has left ringside, and is walking up the ramp hauling the trespasser with him.
Zach Davis: It’s a tainted victory, Freddy. Slane got the win only because of an outside interference. Interference he could well be responsible for.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe so, Zach. It was certainly a controversial finish to a match between two great wrestlers. I hope we get a chance to see them fight again, without any kind of shenanigans.
As Slam goes to commercial the cameras get a close up of Brent, who has picked up Percy and is holding him protectively while scowling.
After all the events that has transpired before now, it’s safe to say that everyone doesn’t really know what to expect. Upsets, back stabbings, and surprise elements are being thrown all around as if someone was shooting threes like Steph Curry. Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring wearing that black tuxedo, grasping the microphone under his chin while awaiting the cue from the production team. The cameras cut to the commentary team.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam, and now we return to one of our Classic Tournament Quarter Final match but after what happened early on Slam, how confident is Nathan Chambers feeling?
Zach Davis: That was the biggest disgrace to the championship belt. All he did was demand, took out three jobbers, and now he’s our official WCF Hardcore Champion? No, I won’t stand for this.
Freddy Whoa: Well, Seth will. Nathan Chambers is our new WCF Hardcore Champion.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen, this match is a Quarter Final WCF Classic Tournament match, and it is scheduled for one fall!
“How Deep Is Your Love” by Calvin Harris & Disciples is the first entrance music to play around the interior of the arena. Two beautiful models, one carrying the Hardcore Title in her hands, strut out wearing the latest fashion designer bikinis, and in high heels. They stand a distance from each other giving space for Nathan to walk center stage with the pink scarf around his neck, white French hat on, and his sunglasses. The models spin into his arms, and carefully wrap the Hardcore Title around his waist while the spotlight emerges on him, showering darkness everywhere else.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Hailing from Hollywood, California. At six feet, one inch tall. Weighing in at 232 pounds. He is the new WCF Hardcore Champion, Nathan “Perfection” Chambers.
Nathan walks down the entrance path, the Santander Arena produces the only spotlight that not only shines his presence but also the silver design of the belt. He walks around the ring avoiding the fans from touching him but then quickly climbs up the steel steps. Swooping through the ropes, he stands center ring unstrapping the belt from around his waist.
Zach Davis: So here he is ladies, and gentlemen. The rookie. The rookie who defeated Teo Del Sol in his debut, and our new WCF Hardcore Champion. If he wins the WCF Classic, I quit.
He raises the belt high, and removes his sunglasses, and the lights brighten the arena again. Standing in an unoccupied corner, Nathan hands the sunglasses, and pink scarf around his neck to a ringside crew member. The WCF Hardcore Championship belt hoisted over his right shoulder, and he leans against the turnbuckles relaxing.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
“What You Want” by Evanescence sparks the Pennsylvania crowd to have a sort of mixed reaction. There’s those in the crowd who cheer or boo but for Sarah, she walks out in her mid-cut black, and green tank top, green fitted pants, and purple wrestling boots. Sarah stands center stage with the silver pentacle charm necklace around her neck, and her red hair over her face as she smirks to the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Los Angeles, California. At five feet, eight inches tall. Weighing in at 148 pounds, she is the “Mistress of Mischief” Sarah Twilight!
She marches down to the ring keeping her fixed upon Nathan who is chuckling at her entrance. The two clearly has no love for each other but Nathan is taking her very lightly in the sense of who she is. Sarah climbs up the steel steps, and then swoops between the ropes to stand in the corner opposing Nathan, and with the entrance music gone, Kyle leaves the ring for the match to be underway.
Ding Ding Ding!
Freddy Whoa: Remember. Sarah Twilight is the only contestant in this tournament who has won the WCF Classic Tournament, and is a former World Champion. Nathan on social media disregarded her past, and warned her that he is the future that matters only in WCF.
Zach Davis: Oh yeah? Can’t believe I’m saying this but I want Sarah Twilight to put this kid out of WCF for good.
Nathan hands the title belt to a person on the outside, and both competitors leave the ring. He fixes his white, and pink striped pants, and even his white wrist tape. They continue to circle the ring until meeting in the center. Just when Sarah attempts a lock up, Nathan backs up into his corner, and leans back while flicking the sweat out of his hair.
Sarah shakes her head, and rolls her eyes while Nathan is mouthing off. They repeat the same actions from before; Circling the ring, and keeping equal distance from the other. Once they have met in each other's personal space, the lock up by the shoulders. Nathan quickly pulls on her hair, and throws her back into the canvas while stepping back to avoid any cheap shots from her.
Freddy Whoa: Nathan not afraid to play dirty with one of the most brutal, and gruesome fighters in WCF. He has to be careful, and not let his guard down especially to a former WCF World Champion.
She gets up very upset from that cheap trick. Once they get to standing again, Nathan locks up with her again, and uses his size to push her into a corner unoccupied. He brushes his hands against her face but the referee is forced to count as she’s against the ropes.
He made a mistake of letting his guard down. Arguing with the referee while keeping his hands up allows Sarah to begin her striking ability by kicking him into the ribs. She continues the frontal assault by destroying his chin with a series of European Uppercuts. Center of the ring, he bends down to check his chin while Sarah runs to the ropes side of their bodies. She rebounds to snap down onto his back, and Basement Dropkick him in the side of his head, knocking him down onto the canvas.
Zach Davis: He said not to let your guard down Nathan, and now you received a vicious Basement Dropkick to the head. How’s that for the Hardcore Champion?
Sarah quickly climbs on top of Nathan, and hooks the leg for the first pin attempt of the match.
He kicks out from the pin, and Sarah transitions over to the head to wrap her arm around his neck, and lean on her right side applying in the Side Headlock. The referee constantly asks if Nathan wants to give in but instead, he quickly reels his legs in around the throat of his opponent to pull her down into a Scissors Chole. He sits up, and slaps her on the stomach as a sign of disrespect while laughing.
Sarah switches her body around, and pulls her head out of her legs before repeating the same Basement Dropkick into his chest again. Out of frustration, Nathan quickly rolls out of the ring to ringside to gather some thoughts, and rethink his strategy. He slaps his hands on the apron, and yells at the referee blaming him for nothing.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight has been in control of the match so far, and now Nathan is getting frustrated.
Sarah goes over to the ropes, and stays in between the top, and middle one. She grabs a handful of his hair to rip it out from the scalp but Nathan holds onto her head, and drops down to gag her throat on the middle rope. Once she falls down onto her back, he slides into the ring to go into the Mount position, and flury her with forearms into her head.
Freddy Whoa: And Nathan reacting very quickly by using the ropes to choke Sarah, and now he’s just brutally beating her down.
Nathan helps Sarah back to her feet, give or take the handful of her hair. He quickly holds onto her head, and twist their bodies with their back facing each other before snapping down to the mat with a Twisting Neckbreaker. He rolls over onto her chest to hook the leg up.
He sits up, and demand the referee to count faster. Deciding to add more insult to injury, he helps her up again, and throws her body into the corner after holding onto her arm. Sarah hits her back against the turnbuckles, and he charges right down into her own presence. Nathan clotheslines her deep into the turnbuckles but also runs into the ropes behind him while she walks out from the corner.
Zach Davis: Harsh Corner Clothesline by Nathan Chambers!
Freddy Whoa: And that’s not all because Chambers is on his way!
Right, and the extra added speed is more than enough to Big Boot down the face of Sarah into the canvas. Her body collides right into the mat, and he drops down on top of her chest for the pin attempt.
She kicks out again, and Nathan sits up getting hella’ frustrated. The target of Sarah is definitely her neck so Nathan turns her over onto her back, and sits down on top of it. He places her arms over his thighs, and clasps his hands under his chin to apply in the Camel Clutch in the center of the ring.
Sarah is stuck in the center of the ring, and he’s leaning back to apply pressure on the neck but also her back. He even digs his fingers into her nose holes, causing more pain on her face. This is fun to him, laughing, and even leaning more back to make her yell.
Freddy Whoa: Nathan Chambers has Sarah Twilight locked in a Camel Clutch. I don’t think she can move with the weight disadvantage. She has to think of something quick before it’s all over.
Sarah is shaking her head, and her opponent keeps her pinned in the center of the ring in the Camel Clutch. Using her killer instinct, she pulls her chin down to bite his hand thus he gets off shaking his hand, and walks around the ring complaining that she should be disqualified.
She crawls down to the ropes, and uses them to pull herself up. Nathan charges right into her but she pulls down the top rope thus sending him over it down to the ringside mat face first. Backing up to the ropes behind her, Nathan gets back up quickly only for Sarah to run to the ropes, and slide on her back to Baseball Slide Dropkick him into the barricade.
Zach Davis: Sarah is back in the match, and Nathan just crashed into the barricade spine first.
He’s on his hands, and knees while Sarah takes it to her best behavior on tossing him back first into the steel steps making them separate from each other. The pain coursing down his back but she’s not done, she tosses him into the ring, and climbs up onto the top rope. Once he gets up, she flies across the ring to Missile Dropkick him down into the canvas before securing the pin attempt.
He kicks out, and Sarah is furious. Her neck still hurts but she’s going to make a statement on letting him know his place. She stomps down onto his face repeatedly, and his body is flailing like a chicken just got his head cut off.
Freddy Whoa: You don’t ever piss off Sarah Twilight unless you want to get your lights knocked out for good.
Standing him up, she tries to whip him into the corner but Nathan spins around to toss her instead. She quickly moves out of the way when Nathan rushes into her, and thus he slams chest first into the turnbuckles but Sarah adds more by Enguiziri Kicking him in the back of his head putting him down on his back near the corner.
Zach Davis: Sick Enguiziri Kick by Sarah Twilight, and now she’s gonna go up top!
She starts climbing to the top rope again, and Nathan gets up to follow behind her. Sarah kicks him off down to the mat, and secures balance on the top rope before flipping off the top rope in a Moonsault to drive her feet into his own ribs.
Zach Davis: BROKEN SPIRIT! THE MOONSAULT DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! NATHAN MUST BE OUT! HERE’S THE PIN!
Freddy Whoa: NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES!
The referee made a good call on pointing to the right foot leaning over the bottom rope. Sarah argues with the referee that she had it, and Nathan rolls out of the ring to the corner of his Hardcore Title on the ground. She marches back to get his ass inside but he takes the championship belt, and bashes it into her forehead that drops down onto the canvas.
Zach Davis: YOU KIDDING ME?! REALLY NATHAN?!
Nathan quickly slides into the ring, and secures his arm under the chin of Sarah, and turns himself onto his back. He wraps his legs around her waist, cutting off her air supply, and fully applying in the Guillotine Choke.
Freddy Whoa: CHAMBER OF SECRETS! CHAMBER OF SECRETS! WILL SHE TAP?
Sarah is doing her best to try, and fight out of it but every chance she gets drain her energy. It’s only a matter of time before she goes limp, and the referee calls for the bell again.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by technical submission, and advancing through in the WCF Classic Tournament, Nathan Chambers!
The referee pries him off while his entrance music plays, and he rolls away while receiving his belt. Standing up in the center of the ring and over her body, he raises the title high.
Zach Davis: AGAIN! Again he cheats, and takes the easy way out. Nathan doesn’t deserve to win nor even become champion. Commercial, I’m so done!
Zach Davis: Alright, fans! Main event time.
Freddy Whoa: A highly anticipated main event. Most are saying that Oblivion is the rightful WCF World Heavyweight Champion, and that if it wasn't for Seth Lerch, he'd be holding that Title here tonight.
Zach Davis: He protected Logan yet again last week, as he's been doing since he made sure Logan won the Final Destination contract. But tonight Logan finds himself in a No Disqualification match with Oblivion - how can anyone protect Logan from THAT?
Freddy Whoa: Well, Oblivion finds himself without allies, while Logan still has Seth to initiate some kind of tomfoolery. Time will tell.
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...
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.
On these Saturdays when kids go out and play
Kyle Steel: From Euphoria... Weighing in at 325 pounds... He is the God of Enlightenment... Oblivion!!
I was faded not jaded
Guitar riffs ring out...
CLICK CLICK BOOM!!
Oblivion thrashes and marches down the aisle along with the music. Oblivion walks around the ring walks up to the commentators desk and slams his hands down onto the desk furiously, grinning., then looking at the crowd, throwing his arms in the air. Obi bolts to a nearby barrier, climbing up, standing on it, nearly starting a riot.
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: Tonight could very well be Oblivion's night. And if it is, tonight belongs to ALL of us.
Freddy Whoa: Logan may call himself Mr. WCF, but Oblivion ... HE is WCF too. Over the top, ultra violent, passionate, loyal... he represents the best of this company, the most entertaining - while Logan, in many ways, represents the worst.
Zach Davis: And before you tweet at us, yes, we remember all of those horrible things Oblivion has done throughout the years. But this is pro wrestling. We get over things quickly.
The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach.
Kyle Steel: AND NOW, your WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....
Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. Seth Lerch is beside him, slightly behind him, giving Logan his space. Logan stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses.
Kyle Steel: MR. WCF, THE FACE OF TREACHERY... LOOOGGGAAANNNN!
Logan is wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it, and the World 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 doesn't climb the turnbuckle like normal but simply backs into it, raising the belt high in the air with one arm, never taking his eyes off of The Monster.
Zach Davis: Last week Oblivion got this match started by attacking Logan from behind - Logan learned from that.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: HERE WE GO!
Oblivion had his sights set on Logan, and didn't notice that Seth had moved to his corner, ringside. Seth grabs Oblivion's leg from under the ropes. Oblivion turns to him and that is when Logan strikes - on him like white on rice, hitting him with clubbing blows to the back of his head.
Zach Davis: Logan really DID learn from Oblivion's attack last week!
Logan wraps Oblivion in a Sleeper but Oblivion quickly elbows his way out of it.
Freddy Whoa: Almost had a premature finish there, and no one enjoys those.
Oblivion tackles Logan down in a fit of rage and hits him with several closed fists. Oblivion rolls away and Logan gets to his feet, only for Oblivion to throw him to the ropes, run at him, and Clothesline him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: We knew this would go to the outside sooner rather than later!
Logan is back to his feet quickly, knowing he's in the fight of his life. Oblivion runs at him and executes a Baseball Slide, sending Logan flailing back into the guardrail. Oblivion goes out after him and headbutts him as the fans ringside scream for blood. This only fuels The Monster, who headbutts him again before swinging him and smashing him headfirst into the guardrail!
Freddy Whoa: Look at Seth's face ringside... that is a look of horror.
Logan falls to the cement and Oblivion grabs him by the legs.
Zach Davis: Uh oh. We've seen this before...
Oblivion starts swinging Logan, but he doesn't have a lot of space - he's only able to execute a few rotations before Logan's body crashes once again into the guardrail!
Freddy Whoa: And this is on the TAME side of what Oblivion is capable of!
Indeed, Oblivion has more destruction in mind. He begins searching underneath the ring... and starts to pull out a table.
Zach Davis: If any fans were expecting a classic wrestling match, they're idiots. Here come the tables!
Oblivion sets the table up quickly, not wasting any time. But he isn't done - he begins pulling out a second table and setting that up too.
Freddy Whoa: What does he have in mind here?
Logan doesn't want to find out. He dives towards Oblivion and chop blocks his leg from behind. Oblivion buckles, and the table is only half set up. Logan quickly grapples Oblivion and executes a Belly to Belly Suplex, sending Oblivion crashing through the very table he half set up!
Zach Davis: OBLIVION THROUGH THE TABLE!
Logan quickly lifts Oblivion up, not wasting any time - and still somewhat on dream street himself. He rolls Oblivion into the ring and pins him.
No!, Oblivion kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Remember, this is No Disqualification - which is NOT the same as Falls Count Anywhere. This has to end in the ring.
Logan pulls himself up using the ropes and starts kicking at Oblivion, slow and methodical - mostly aiming for the head. Oblivion starts to get to his feet, and Logan launches himself to the ropes, bounces back, and hits a One Handed Bulldog. Logan pins Oblivion again.
No!, another kickout.
Zach Davis: Getting The Monster down is no easy feat. Logan knows he has to capitalize while he can.
Logan quickly moves to lock in an Anaconda Vice!
Freddy Whoa: One of the most painful submissions in wrestling applied here!
The fans begin to urge on Oblivion.
Crowd: LET'S GO OBI!
Crowd: LOGAN SUCKS!
Crowd: LET'S GO OBI!
Crowd: LOGAN SUCKS!
Oblivion does his best to urge himself to the ropes.
Zach Davis: Come on, come on... Come on, Oblivion...
Oblivion reaches.... and grabs them!
Freddy Whoa: Logan won't let go!
Zach Davis: Let's be clear about what's happening here - Logan can't be DQed for not breaking the hold. However, Oblivion can't legally tap out during a rope break, either - so if he's holding onto that rope, Logan cannot win.
Eventually, sensing that Oblivion has no quit, Logan breaks the hold out of frustration. But the damage is done. Oblivion rolls out of the ring, seeking to regain his composure. Logan runs and launches himself...
Freddy Whoa: SUICIDE DIVE FROM LOGAN!
Oblivion catches Logan as he he flies between the ropes, catching him on his shoulders-
Zach Davis: 5150 ON THE OUTSIDE!
Logan hits the cold, hard cement head-first. Both men lay on the ground, breathing heavily.
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF!
Oblivion is the first to his feet. And he's going back under the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh.. what now?
Oblivion pulls out the good old barbed wire 2x4! The crowd roars in delight as Oblivion measures up Logan, the World Champion climbing slowly to his feet....
Zach Davis: SWING FOR THE FENCES, OBLIVION!
No!, Seth low blows Oblivion from behind! Oblivion drops the 2x4 but won't go down. He turns to Seth, and Seth's eyes go wide.
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh. This isn't good for our chairman.
Oblivion kicks Seth in the gut and then hits a Double Underhook DDT!
Zach Davis: DIRTNAP!
But as Oblivion was distracted, Logan grabbed the 2x4. He cracks it over the back of Oblivion!
Freddy Whoa: BARBED WIRE TO THE BACK OF THE MONSTER!
Oblivion howls in pain, but again, won't go down. He turns towards Logan, only for Logan to swing and hit Oblivion in his midsection! This time Oblivion doubles over in pain, allowing Logan to execute a White Russian Legsweep - using the Barbed Wire 2x4 in place of the kendo stick!
Zach Davis: I've never seen that before! Jesus....
Logan lifts Oblivion up and rolls him back into the ring. Again, he scrambles to pin him.
Freddy Whoa: NO! OBLIVION'S SHOULDERS UP AGAIN!
Zach Davis: Logan is furious!
Logan shakes his head angrily and stands up, grabbing the ref and talking trash - saying he's the World Champion and he better count for him. He quickly turns back to Oblivion before The Monster can get back up, however, and executes a Snapmare into a Chinlock.
Freddy Whoa: Logan, looking to slow down the pace now...
Crowd: LET'S GO OBI!
Crowd: LOGAN SUCKS!
Oblivion quickly fights to his feet. He goes to elbow his way out of the hold but Logan ducks the elbow, seeing it coming - AND HITS THE IMPACT STYLE!
Zach Davis: LOGAN'S GOT HIM!
Logan pins Oblivion.
NO!, OBLIVION KICKS OUT NOW!
Freddy Whoa: SO CLOSE!
Logan rolls away, pounding the mat in frustration. But he knows he has one more move in his arsenal. He waits, patiently, as Oblivion slowly gets to his feet.
Zach Davis: Oblivion is using the ropes to get up... Logan is positioned right behind here... SLEEPER!...
Freddy Whoa: CONNECTOR!
NO!, Oblivion tosses Logan right out of the ring.
Zach Davis: LOGAN CRASHES THROUGH THE TABLE FROM EARLIER!
Logan is sent crashing through the first table Oblivion set up! The fans cheer as the World Champion breaks the table into a million little pieces. Or, well, two big pieces. Oblivion quickly - or, as quickly as possible at this point, at any rate - climbs to the top.
Freddy Whoa: No.....
Oblivion positions himself ....
Zach Davis: OBI-SAULT TO THE OUTSIDE!!!
Oblivion's body crashes onto the body of the World Champion, a body that had already been broken in half!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The wrestlers both lay there, motionless, for several moments. But Oblivion knows he has to do this. He wills himself up, bringing up the World Champion with him, shoving him into the ring. Oblivion pins him, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: NO! Logan thrusts the shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: Just... how?
Zach Davis: This match is for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship. How could we expect any less? Oblivion first won the belt six years ago and hasn't been able to recapture it since, and he's doing everything in his power. Logan is the most prolific Champion in WCF history, first winning the belt in 2002 and holding it more times than anyone else ever has.... and this is actually his first reign since six years ago as well. This match is EVERYTHING to these men.
Once again both men lay on the mat now, both catching their breath, both having utilized almost everything they have to give.
Freddy Whoa: Seth is back in the ring again!
Seth is stomping away at Oblivion's head before Oblivion has been able to get up.
Zach Davis: And Seth has the WCF World Title in hand!
Seth backs off and Oblivion begins to stand. Seth measures him...
Freddy Whoa: He's going to smash him right in the face with the very belt he's killing himself for.
Seth runs and dives, aiming the WCF Championship at the skull of Oblivion!, but OBLIVION DUCKS!
Zach Davis: BELT SHOT TO THE FACE OF TREACHERY! Literally!
Seth drops the belt in horror at what he's done, having busted Logan open. Logan's eyes glaze over as he falls backwards into the corner. Oblivion grabs Seth by the throat and tosses him out of the ring before whipping Logan into the ropes. Logan comes back and Oblivion catches him.
Freddy Whoa: SPLITTER RIGHT ONTO THE BELT!
Blood smears the WCF Title as Oblivion pins Logan, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: HE'S DONE IT!!!!!!
The bell soudns and every single fan is on their feet.
Kyle Steel: YOUR WINNER!....
After last week's screwjob they can't quite believe it.
Kyle Steel: AND NEW! WCF WORLD CHAMPION!
They pop this time.
Kyle Steel: OBLIVION!!!!
Oblivion's music plays and Logan rolls out of the ring. Oblivion pulls the World Title in and looks down at it for a second before climbing to his feet, staring at the belt still soaked in blood.
Zach Davis: All of Seth Lerch's tomfoolery has backfired on him once and for all. By protecting Logan, he not only screwed him... but he screwed himself.
Freddy Whoa: PHRASING!
Oblivion climbs up to the top and raises the belt high in the air.
Crowd: OBLIVION! OBLIVION! OBLIVION!
Zach Davis: For six long years, Oblivion fought and struggled against EVERYONE put in his way. And he never flinched, never backed down. The WCF fans came to respect that, and now? After everything Logan and Seth put this company through.... Oblivion has ended it.
Crowd: OBLIVION! OBLIVION! OBLIVION!
Freddy Whoa: And he's a madman, Zach. He's advanced in the WCF Classic, become our new World Champion... and he's a complete madman.
Slam fades out with the image of The Monster, Oblivion, standing in the middle of the ring with the WCF World Title around his waist, laughing like a maniac.