Zach Davis: Let's get started! We have seven men already in the ring for a huge battle royal.
Spirit Horse of the Cherokee by Manowar plays. Tomohawk rain dances down the entryway and around the ring. Steps up to the mat from the floor, leans back against the top rope and backward-salts into the ring over the rope. Centers himself in the ring and pumps his fist into the air four times, seeking approval of his great ancestors.
"Destruction Overdrive" by Black Label Society hits the P.A. System and the lights flicker in accordance while the tune plays through the airwaves. Danny Anderson walks out onto the stage and adjusts his wrist tape before sprinting down the ramp as his theme song picks up.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at a two-hundred forty five pounds, he is The Unpredictable...DANNY AN-DURR-SON?!!?!?
Freddy Whoa: Why does Kyle sound confused when he says that?
The Disturbed One looks out into the WCF Galaxy who greets him with a mixed reaction. Danny responds with a grin before walking up the ring steps onto the apron. He dusts his feet off and then enters through the ropes. Once in the ring he cracks his knuckles and smiles crazy style playing to the crowd one last time before preparing for the match.
no music or anything Bad News Benson just stomps down like hes pissed off at men women children animals and gods he does take to stopping to harass fans occasionally.
Zach Davis: There's the bell!
All hell breaks immediately loose - just like every battle royal here in WCF!
Freddy Whoa: These guys are fighting for the right to face Zombie McMorris - is that really a prize? I sure wouldn't want to get in the ring with him!
Colton James runs at Bad News Benson and is immediately thrown out of the ring. Shane Washington is next - and then Henry Chambers, too. All thrown out.
Zach Davis: Excalibur bringing it to the big man now!
No, Bad News punts him in the groin before throwing him out. Drax Durant runs at him but Benson kicks him in the gut before Powerbombing him to the outside!
Freddy Whoa: Jesus....
Ace starts clubbing him from behind but Benson smashes him with an elbow before gouging his eyes. Benson then punts him in the head which sends him flying over.
Zach Davis: Bad News Benson has single handedly eliminated most of this match!
That is until Bad News turns... and is hit with a Double Clothesline from Tomohawk and Danny Anderson, sending him out finally!
Freddy Whoa: All this week it was Tomohawk and Danny Anderson going back and forth... they let Benson clear everyone out but now they want to go at it!
Dee Norm has not been eliminated yet and he sees that now is his chance. He runs at the two men but they throw him out as well!
Zach Davis: We're down to two!
Tomohawk and Anderson don't waste any time. They meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading rights and lefts, each knowing they're close to a Title shot. Neither gives an inch.
Freddy Whoa: Like I said earlier, these two have been at it all week on the WCF internet pages. Normally this wouldn't be personal but I think they may have gotten under each other's skin.
Zach Davis: Anderson with the advantage, vicious headbutt to Tomohawk.
Tomohawk is sent reeling and Anderson follows up with a beautiful standing Dropkick. He quickly lifts Tomohawk up and goes to dump him out but Tomohawk fights back from it and catches a kick from Anderson; he hits a Dragonscrew Legwhip. He lifts him again before taking him back to the mat with a Scoop Slam Toss.
Zach Davis: These guys can either get lucky with an elimination or they can slowly, methodically wear each other down. But all it takes is one mistake and you're out.
Tomohawk backs up and waits as Anderson struggles to his feet and runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: YAKUZA KICK!
No!, Anderson ducks it and dumps Tomohawk over the top!
Zach Davis: Tomohawk lands on the apron!
Tomohawk quickly reenters the ring and runs at Anderson, connecting with the Yakuza Kick this time! Anderson won't go down and Tomohawk runs at him AGAIN and this time goes for a Spear, but Anderson knows certain death is coming and sidesteps it. Tomohawk is sent shoulder first into the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: A Spear can be high risk. Obviously it can be one of the most devastating moves in wrestling... or it can backfire just like that.
Anderson pulls Tomohawk in and then lifts him up onto the turnbuckle. He bends him back in the Tree of Woe position before hitting him with several kicks to the midsection. He follows up with a Hesitation Dropkick!
Zach Davis: Anderson pulls Tomohawk in now....
He lifts him up for the Bridge to Cross!, and he looks like he's going to throw him right out of the ring! But Tomohawk is able to wriggle free, landing behind Anderson. Tomohawk spins him around and pulls him in.
Freddy Whoa: Jacknife Backbreaker! You don't see that every day!
Tomohawk signals that he's going to put Anderson away. He waits for Anderson to pull himself up using the ropes and is signalling to the crowd.
Zach Davis: Here it comes... TALON STRIKE!
Anderson ducks down and uses Tomohawk's momentum to send him over the top rope and to the outside!
Freddy Whoa: ANDERSON WINS!
The bell sounds and Danny Anderson gets to his feet!
Zach Davis: Unbelievable! Danny Anderson has earned the right to face Zombie McMorris! Can Anderson fight his way into Ultimate Showdown!?
Freddy Whoa: Time will tell!
Anderson celebrates as we go to commercial.
Fade from Black..The scene shows two teams of 4 competitors, all new to the TV Audience, surrounding the ring..
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to Slam! This match is an 8 man tag featuring the newest talent just signed to WCF!
Freddy Whoa: Interesting backstory to this one..Seth Lerch actually destroyed these men's contracts on TV via paper shredder! Thanks to a dedicated WCF Intern sifting through the remains of the contracts pitching this match to Seth to see who would be worth keeping, these men now have a chance to prove themselves here tonight!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, this 8 man tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the team of Bok Choy, Zach Astro, Triple A, and Meteoric Rise!!!!
Camera pans to them...Bok Choy and Zach Astro wave to the crowd, Meteoric Rise is engaged in a conversation with his son and manager Abstract, who is on the floor jumping up and down while Rise appears to be trying to calm him down...Triple A looks on, annoyed at Abstract, shakes his head and no sells his introduction...
Kyle Steel: And their opponents! The team of Chris Kane, Damian Kaine, Derek Jones, and Daniel Cenate!
Damian Kaine and Daniel Canate are too busy arguing about whos first to enter as the other 2 look on..Kaine steps into the ring and avoids a swipe from Cenate trying to tag in..The other 2 look on, confused..In the other corner, Zachary Astro stands in the corner ready..Bell Rings...
Zach Davis: And here we go! Its Astro and Kaine starting it out dancing around each other...Astro goes for the tieup..Kaine ducks..Off the ropes..SPINNING HEEL KICK!
Freddy Whoa: Look at the size of Kaine! He's no bigger than Rise's boy out there!
Zach Davis: But what he lacks in size he makes up for in quickness! Kaine now...quick leg drop..another...and a standing senton! Astro is Dazed...Kaine off the ropes...Springboard...Moonsault from the second rope..CONNECTS! Cover..
Zach Davis: NO! A SAVE BY BOK CHOY! Kaine with a Thesz Press takes down The Chinese Cabbage!
Freddy Whoa: Why in the hell would someone name themselves after an ingredient? I mean, was Broccoli Beef taken?
Zach Davis: Choy rolls to the floor after a series of VICIOUS right hands by Kaine! Kaine focusing on Astro, whos up now..And a series of vicious kicks! Astro is dazed again!
Freddy Whoa: Astro looking rather spaced out in there...
Zach Davis: Kaine off the ropes..TAG! CENATE TAGS HIMSELF IN! Kaine is furious, but the ref tells him to get out of the ring! Now Cenate charges across the ring...
Freddy Whoa: WOAH! A DECAPITATING CLOTHESLINE BY METEORIC RISE! Astro made the tag and Rise made Cenate Pay!
Zach Davis: Rise has him up now..across the ring..In comes Rise..BIG Splash in the corner! Rise now underneath..grabs him from behind..REVERSED!
Cenate points to his head to indicate intelligence..This is soon answered by a Jawjacker that sends Cenate into the corner..Rise then climbs the turnbuckle...Abstract leads a cheer on the outside to spur on his fathers mounted punches...
Zach Davis: Rise with a huge set of punches and Cenate is in the corner out of it..Rise..KNOCKS JONES AND CHRIS KANE TO THE FLOOR WITH RUNNING KNEE LIFTS! On the Outside, Choy and Astro Are mixing it up with Damian Kaine and Now JONES AND CHRIS KANE GET INVOLVED!
Freddy Whoa: The match is inside the ring fellas!!!! Epic Fail...
Zach Davis: The ref trying to restore order outside the ring..Wait..Abstract...He HAS A CHAIR..SLIDES IT INTO THE RING! REF DIDN'T SEE IT! Rise holds Cenate in a front Facelock...He's smiling...Triple A hasn't even gotten into the match..He looks Disgusted...
Freddy Whoa: Rightfully so! Despite Rise's domination of the clearly inferior Cenate..That kid and his Dad still prefer to play dirty...And that doesen't go well with Archer..
Zach Davis: Chair set up! WAIT! KAINE IS ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE..WHATS HE DOING? MAH GAWD!!!!! CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE FLOOR TAKES OUT EVERYONE!!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: He calls that the KickBack, and its basically neutralized Almost EVERYBODY!!!!
Crowd chants: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Meanwhile in the ring, Rise Has Cenate up..Look at the strength...Vertical Suplex..NO...INTO A MODIFIED DIAMOND CUTTER!!!! CENATE'S FACE HIT THE CHAIR WITH FULL IMPACT!
Freddy Whoa: THE E-L-E! The Extinction Level Event!
Zach Davis: Rise wisely throws the chair into his corner...The Pin!!!
The Bell rings...Abstract enters the ring to Celebrate with his Dad as the announcement is made of the winning "team"..Everyone except Cenate, Triple A and Rise are on the floor still ruined from Kaine's Suicidal Maneuver..Triple A sarcastically claps as he enters the ring behind a dancing Abstract and a posturing Meteoric Rise..He calmly Sets the chair up in sitting position...comes up behind Rise...who is celebrating and locks him in a Full Nelson...
Zach Davis: Triple A! WHAT THE HELL! FULL NELSON FACEBUSTER ONTO THE CHAIR! SOME MAY CALL IT A SKULL CRUSHING FINALE, WHATEVER YOU MAY CALL IT HE KNOCKED THE LIGHTS OUT OF RISE!!!!
Freddy Whoa: His kid is still celebrating and doesent know what happened!
Zach Davis: AAA TO THE TOP NOW! ADJUSTING THOSE LOADED KNEE PADS..SETTING UP FOR WHAT HE CALLS THE BULLS EYE...And now Abstract pushes his Dad to the ring floor before AAA can do further damage!!!
AAA climbs down, and walks up to the boy, hands up in a "okay, okay" type moment..Abstract goes to punch him...AAA locks a full nelson on Abstract...Then Slams him face first to the chair just like his father...
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL!!!!! AAA JUST BUSTED OPEN RISE'S SON!!!! RISE IS JUST COMING TO ON THE OUTSIDE...
Deafening Boos fill the arena as AAA Drops to the mat, right in Rises face...Camera zooms in...
AAA: I TOLD YOU...THIS RING...NOT A SAFE PLACE FOR A BOY...THIS IS ON YOUR HANDS!!!!!
He turns, and grabs the semi conscious, bloodied 10 year old and locks him in a Bow and Arrow Submission..The crowd is hushed as the boy screams in pain...
Zach Davis: THE WEAPON OF CHOICE IS LOCKED IN!!! MAH GAWD! SOMEONE GET OUT HERE! STOP THIS! THIS IS CHILD ABUSE!!!!
Freddy Whoa: Hey, this kid wants to play with the big boys...This'll teach him..
All at once, officials start running to the ring, and Rise starts to scramble into the ring..Just before both reach him, AAA Stiffly bends Abstract in half over his shins..The Boy lets out a Deathly Wail before Slumping lifeless to the mat...AAA rolls out of the ring avoiding both officials and Rise...He backs away slowly from the ring up the entrance ramp, and motions for a microphone, which is provided by the ring announcer..Camera shows Abstract convulsing in the ring..
AAA: RISE...NEXT WEEK...IT WILL BE YOU CONVULSING IN THAT RING..YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF!
Nonchalantly drops the mic, turns and walks up the ramp to boos...Rise is at the point of tears in the ring as medical staff attend to his son...Shots of the crowd show shock and disbelief...some in the crowd are crying...
Zach Davis: Folks...um...I cannot say I have ever seen this level of brutality before in my career...What started as basically, lets be real folks..A low card match with a bunch of new talent..Has turned into something far...FAR..More sinister...We'll be back...
Fade to black on medical staff taking a now pale and sweating Abstract from the ring and rushing him out of the arena with Rise, head in his hands, following closely...
DING DING DING
Kyle Steel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS NEXT MATCH IS BETWEEN “REDNECK” ADAM YOUNG AND JORDAN CISERANO!!!
Kyle Steel: Currently making his way to the ring hailing from Abilene, Texas! His height is 6’4” and weighing in at 240 lbs…..“Redneck” Adam Young!!!
The house lights lower down to one single white light hitting the entrance.
Child's Voice: He's one sick bastard!
"Freebird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd starts playing and the single white light begins to flicker threw the smoke filling up the entrance. The jumbotron lights up with a waving Rebel flag and the words "Redneck" written over it. Out steps Adam Young in his olive camo pants, and black combat boots, black Redneck" tee shirt, and black zipper hoodie over his head. The song kicks in and Adam pulls the hood off his head and begins walking towards the ring with his famous icy stare towards the ring.
Crowd: You Sick Bastard!
Adam arrives at the ring and circles it before climbing up on the ring apron where he wipes his feet before climbing into the ring. Adam walks to the center of the ring and throws his arms wide open before taking the hooded jacket off and handing it to Myra.
Kyle Steel: And, now introducing from Buffalo, NY. His height is at 6’1” and weighing in at 185 lbs. Jordan Cisenaro!!!
"Back in the Picture" by The Rasmus plays and the crowd cheers. Three seconds into the song Jordan Ciserano comes out jumping, high with energy. He’s wearing Black and Green patterned spandex with a Jordan Ciserano T-shirt.
He continues to pump the crowd up. After that the pyro begins, exploding every time one of Ciserano's jumps hits the floor.
Ciserano makes his way down the aisle high-fiving any and every fan in sight. Once he makes it to the base of the ring he jumps onto the apron while pyro explodes as he hits it. He enters by spring boarding over the top rope. Following that he climbs the top turnbuckle to the top rope hold his hands over his head. The music ends and he's ready to fight.
Freddy Whoa: Well, Zach. Adam Young has been distracted lately on the internet lately with trading jabs with “The Baron” Henker von Massker AND Freezer Burn. You’ll think he’ll be focused tonight?
Zach Davis: I certainly believe he will be focused, but watch out for the return of Jordan to the WCF!
Freddy Whoa: You are exactly, right. Jordan is looking to prove that he’s ready for his comeback to the WCF ring here tonight on Slam!
Zach Davis: And, we are about to begin our match now!
The bell rings to begin the match.
Adam Young just gives Jordan his trademark icy glare, while Jordan is still hyping up the crowd. Young goes in for the kill, and with a clothesline, but Jordan ducks and goes for an immediate pin with a backslide!
Zach Davis: Wow, Jordan did not waste anytime going for a quick pin, and caught Adam by surprise!
Adam and Jordan circle the ring, and they finally lock-up. Adam being the bigger man throws Jordan down easily. They lock up, and again…Adam tosses Jordan down easily.
Freddy Whoa: Jordan is definitely looking frustrated right now. He needs to generate some offense.
Adam and Jordan appear they will go to lock up again, but at the last second Jordan ducks down and throws his shoulder into Adam’s leg.
Freddy Whoa: Wow, quick move by Jordan! And, it appears that Adam’s in pain. Hopefully, it’s just a stinger for Adam’s sake!
Zach Davis: You got that right, Freddy. That was quick thinking on Jordan’s part
Jordan quickly drops an elbow on Adam, and …HE IS GOING FOR THE FUJIWARA ARMBAR!
Freddy Whoa: Fujiwara Armbar is applied, and Jordan has it locked in tight. Can Adam get out of it?
Adam lays flat on the mat in in pain, but does not tap out.
It appears that Jordan’s hands are slipping because of the sweat, and Adam Young is able to get out of the hold and back up his feet.
Zach Davis: Adam is back on his feet now, and a BIG missed opportunity for Jordan to score a submission win.
Freddy Whoa: Yes, indeed. I guess these lights are too hot for Jordan, and it made him sweat like a pig.
Adam had enough of Jordan’s technical wrestling, and takes off running…and, he hits Jordan with a RUNNING LARIAT!
Zach Davis: Wow! That was huge from Adam! He said to hell with this Olympic wrestling, and let’s start wrestling MY style!
Freddy Whoa: You got the right, Zach. Uh oh, what is Adam doing now?
Adam hooks Jordan’s arms up, and executes a Double Underhook Implant DDT!!
Zach Davis: That DDT was heard all over Ohio. Damn, Jordan’s hit the mat hard!
Freddy Whoa: Hold the phone! It appears that Adam Young is going for Jordan’s legs. IS he going for his finisher, Texas Pain?!?!
Adam starts hooking Jordan’s legs up in his arms, and has Jordan securely into his finisher, Texas Pain, only a few feet from the ropes.
Zach Davis: This could put a sour note on Jordan’s comeback. Though, Jordan is pretty close to the ropes, that DDT has definitely had to have a big effect on Jordan’s compass within the ring.
Adam has him cinched in, and Jordan is not moving towards the ropes at all. It appears that Jordan is still out of it, but you can barely see him move in the ring. The ref checks on Jordan. It appears Jordan says, “No!” to the Ref on giving up. Then, finally, Jordan can no take it anymore and taps out!!!
Kyle Steel: The winner of our match, “REDNECK”ADAM YOUNG!!!
The crowd yells, “YOU SICK BASTARD!!”
The lights in the arena go out. A cool fog starts to fill the arena as "Heavy Metal Machine" by The Smashing Pumpkins starts to play. All of his fans in the arena start to sing along.
"If I where Alive. If I where real. Would You survive. What would you feel. Heavy Metal Heavy Metal Machine" Pyros shoot off on the stage and he appears as if out of thin air and makes his way to the ring.
Once inside, he stands at the center of the ring as a black light shines on him, his eyes gazing directly into the camera as if looking directly into the eyes of all the fans at home. He suddenly raises his hands up above his head and back down again, bringing thunder bolts down onto the ring posts which causes a chain reaction and shoots flames up. The lights come up.
Freddy Whoa: here we have a guy that's seen it all in the world of professional wrestling. A 20 time world champion. Show some respect Davis. An industry leader is in the ring right now.
Zach Davis: This isn't the word of professional if you want to call it that wrestling. This is WCF, and it's a whole other animal. Let's see how this "industry leader" holds up against the best.
Caramel dansen hits the pa as the crowd stares in blank space at the oddity about to spring forth.
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.
Freddy Whoa: This match offers a clash of styles, to say the least.
Zach Davis: To call captain WCF's style unorthodox would be a crime against the word. He's uh, he is a throwback for sure.
Kyle Steel: For your next bout, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the heavy metal machine Logan!
The crowd boos in disapproval for no apparent reason. As the heavy metal machine steps from the corner and eyes his adversary.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, captain WCF!
Ding dig ding... the bell signals the beginning of the match as heavy metal machine lurches across the ring and captain wcf charges out of the corner and makes a half circle around the ring. Machine finding an empty corner turns and gives chase. Machine staggers his steps and backs the captain into the opposite corner and attempts an elbow and collar tie up. Captain wcf dips under and rolls to a back tie up and pushes machine chest first into the corner backing away dancing and playing to the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: This is wrestling. Captain wcf needs to wrestle. He's dancing around his opponent already.
Machine turns enraged at captain wcf and his mockery and runs full speed throwing a clothesline that misses it's mark, captain wcf goes low and pulls machines ankles out from under him. Machine is on the mat chest down. Captain wcf crawls across his back and sinks in a sitting side headlock. Arching his back to get more leverage. Machine works his way to a kneeling position, then one knee, a few punches to captain WCF's kidneys loosen up the headlock.
Zach Davis: Thus far captain WCF's classic style has heavy metal machine of balance. I'm waiting to see how long before machine connects with one of his devastating impact moves.
Machine pushes captain wcf against the ropes and then pulls him backward with a schoolboy roll up but he doesn't o for the pin, machine quickly gets to his feet and a stiff kick right to the face. Followed instantly by a short drop DDT. Machine gets to his feet and pulls the captain to his feet whipping him into the corner and following him with a shoulder tackle to the guts. Into the opposite corner with the Captain and this time he staggers out of the corner and is met with a clothesline from hell!
Freddy Whoa: whoa! A sudden explosive series of offense from the machine. Captain wcf is on the ropes... quite literally. The days ahead for captain wcf are looking darker.
Zach Davis: Just minutes into this contest and captain wcf is reeling. Machine could potentially put him away right now with a cover...
Machine goes for the cover 1...2... machine pulls his body up!
Zach Davis: you don't do that! Ever. A win is a win. That is going to come back to haunt he machine, mark my words.
Freddy Whoa: The machine is a veteran of the game. Keep calm and chive on Zach. Captain wcf made this personal with his theatrics at the opening bell. He has this coming.
Machine picks captain wcf up and goes to lift him up for a reverse DVD.
Zach Davis: dark days are upon us!
Captain wcf rolls off his shoulders and delivers a sharp elbow to the lower back. Machine arches in pain as another follows. And then another. The captin with a burst of energy picks up the machine and drives him down with an atomic drop. And a spinning punch to the back of the head connects. Machine drops to a knee. Captain wcf pulls his head back and delivers a chop across the chest over his shoulders from behind. Pulling machine to his feet, captin wcf goes for the backslide pinfall. 1...
Zach Davis: Kick out at 1 by heavy metal machine. He's to his feet and looking very irate. This match has not gone as he expected thus far. Low take down by machine. And A barrage of fists to the skull of the captain. This is getting unprofessional now. This is the game plan we imagined for heavy metal machine out of the gate. Dirty, and bending the rules as far as he can before they break.
Freddy Whoa: And he's not even warmed up yet. Machine picks up captain wcf and plants a kick to the gut then sweeps under his upper torso and carries him over with a northern lights suplex. No bridge! Machine floats over, ground and pound again, then a jumping knee to the chest. He's softening up the upper body for his finishers.
Machine kicks captain wcf's prone body and taunts to the crowd.
Heavy metal machine: This is the standard around here? This is what I came out of hibernation for? It's pathetic. It's sad really.
Machine pulls captain wcf to his feet and steps back. The captain is stumbling on drunken legs. Machine whips captain wcf into the ropes and into a tilt o whirl and from the tilt o whirl he spins and plants captain wcf with deaths edge.
Freddy Whoa: There it is! Whoa! Deaths edge. Its over. You could count to a hundred. Captain wcf is done. Like well done. Stick a fork in him!
Machine goes for a loose pin laying across captain wcf without hooking the leg. 1...2......
Zach Davis: Kick out at 2!
Freddy Whoa: impossible! That was the longest 3 count in pro wrestling history. The heavy metal machine should be half way to the locker room by now.
Machine has words with the referee trying to get him to understand it was a 3 count in his mind. The referee throws up two fingers letting him know it was only two. Captain wcf makes it back to his feet, on wobbly legs, machine turns and walks directly into boom! The big boot from captain wcf.
Zach Davis: Machine goes to the mat hard. That big boot looked like it went right through his face. Machine is down hard!
Freddy Whoa: Captain wcf can't believe it himself. He looks to the crowd who is going nuts and throws his hands up looking to the sky! He says it's bonzai time! Captain wcf climbs to the top rope and calls to the crowd to pour on support.
TOP ROPE SPLASH! HE HITS IT!
Zach Davis: Captain WCF with the victory!
Captain WCF gets to his feet and celebrates as if it was the biggest win ever because he's so excited!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and getlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall!
Nightriders music begins over the arena to a mix of ravenous boos and rapturous welcome,
Kyle Steel: Introducing first! He is one half of the WCF TAG.....
Rider has made his way out onto the ramp with his entourage in tow but
Zach Davis: What the hells he doing!?
On the stage Vic Viceroy has emerged during Nightriders entrance marching to the ring shouldering past Rider as he goes.
Freddy Whoa: what a statement to make to your much larger much more tenured opponent
Vic gets in the ring pacing around telling rider to hurry the hell up and get in the ring to fight him, he doesn't even allow Kyle to announce the men intimidating him out of the ring by Stare alone
Freddy Whoa: Vic has had nothing but attacks the last couple of weeks from another vet of the locker room in Corey Black
Zach Davis: he maybe just doesn't trust anyone anymore
Freddy Whoa: in this company I wouldn't either but this is one half of the tag champs a well over 300 pound man I dunno how smart this is.
Vic is pacing in the ring like a caged animal a close up shows Nightrider grinning like a clown he then turns and sends the entourage to the back before sauntering to the ring
Zach Davis: The Darkside road warrior is licking his lips at this
Rider runs sliding into the ring and right up onto his feet into a fist fight somehow even managing to land the first blow
Freddy Whoa: HERE WE GO!
Zach Davis: The intensity of this thing went through the roof in a matter of seconds and now they are just clobbering each other!
Rider pushes Vic off and Vic shoves him back Rider tells Vic to hit him so Viceroy hits the ropes, the big man goes to stand up to it but Viceroy by passes him instead hitting the other side and as Rider turns to face him Vic used the unsteady feet to hit a single leg kick to his chest Driving the wind out of Rider and knocking him back into the ropes Vic quickly jumps to his feet and goes for another but Rider comes back with a burst of energy body blocking Vic out of his boots, he stomps on his head and drops a big leg across his face for good measure
Zach Davis: an authoritive leg drop!
Freddy Whoa: Rider looks like he is trying to put the new guy in his place here
Nightrider allows Vic to get to his knees paint brushing him around the head and jabbing his head with the heel of his boot, he goes to drop into a headlock but Vic manages to muscle him over with a snapmare leaving him sitting up then drives a boot into riders spine Rider climbs right up and snapmares Vic doing the exact same thing with a boot to the back, Vic yells from the pain screaming for rider to kick him again but this is where the larger opponent makes a mistake, instead of kicking him in the back he kicks him in the chest which Vic takes full on but instead of selling it he grabs the leg and whips him from one knee with a dragon screw and lays on a heel hook extending the long legs of his 6,3 frame to drive the sole of his foot down on Riders head
Zach Davis: dear good look at those shots!
Riders head bounces off the mat while he tries to haul his and his opponents weight across the ring to the ropes
Freddy Whoa: oh my god his head looks like a basketball Davis!
He makes it and the ref forces Viceroy to break the hold allowing his opponent time to escape the ring Viceroy goes to follow but the ref cuts him off hanging over the ropes telling Rider to get back in the ring Rider ignores the ref as Vic thinks about it then grabs the ref shoving him out of the way and runs the ropes looking for a suicide dive but the huge Nightrider simply sticks a boot up kicking Vic in the face with the sole of his shoe causing his opponent to fall out onto the ring apron face down, Rider then hooks him and suplexes him up spins and drives him down chest first on the announcers table
Freddy Whoa: Folks I think I can safely say we are way too close to the action right now
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Riders just raining elbow shots down on Viceroys head now!
To finish it off he grabs Vic's head and pulls him forward and down with a sickening draping DDT on the floor outside.
Zach Davis: MY GOD!
Freddy just makes a sound like someone revving up a chainsaw at the sight of Vic's neck twisting as his head collides with the floor Nightrider with no regard for the damage he just committed roughly gathers him up and chucks him into the ring steps
Nightrider: THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR FIGHTING, YOU JUST FOUND OUT NOW STAY THE FUCK DOWN!
He kicks him in the face again knocking him flat on the floor and rolls back into the ring to a chorus of boos getting in the refs face screaming
Zach Davis: Nightrider looking for the easy win here
Freddy Whoa: or maybe just taking advantage of a chance to disrespect the rookie
The ref takes a few seconds to chastise Rider for his not totally legal actions but begrudgingly begins the count by this point Vic is somewhat moving and the crowd around the ring are yelling for him to get up. As the ref gets to 3 Vic crawls to his knees but can't seem to do much more than sit back on his heels and sway.
Freddy Whoa: Nightriders looking a little surprised by the recovery powers of Mr Viceroy
Zach Davis: he looks like he's in space in his head though
The ref gets to 5 and Vic slaps himself across the face and slams a hand on the ring apron in the ring Rider looks unimpressed shaking his head and climbs out of the ring tossing Vic in taking away his small personal victory of beating the count then turns to the commentators
Rider: I told him to stay down Freddy!!!!
Freddy Whoa: I know! What do you want me to do about it
Rider just screams at them and gets back in the ring climbing to the top rope and standing perfectly on the turnbuckle motioning for Vic to stand
Zach Davis: The crowd gets to their feet after years In a WCF ring they all know what the big man is planning!
Freddy Whoa: Here we go death drop!
Zach Davis: DROPKICK FROM VIC!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHERE DID THAT COME FROM
Vic gets back to his feet a second before Rider catching him clean with a spring board Enzugiri and walks round the ring getting the crowd to scream his name before hooking the big man in
Zach Davis: He can't get 375 pound man up for a under hook power bomb
Freddy Whoa: NO HE DIDNT BOTHER DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVER!
Zach Davis: that amount of weight on the big mans neck! And right into a stacked up pin!
Freddy Whoa: HOLY SHIT WHAT A FINISH TO BRUTAL ENCOUNTER!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen your Winner!
Zach Davis: ladies and gentlemen your survivor!
Kyle Steel: VIC VICEROY!
"Headstong" by Trapt blares over the loud speakers and a burst of pyro explodes from the entrance way. Henry Jogs out from behind the curtain and points and yells into th crowd. he walks from one side of the ramp to the other. He makes a fist with his right hand and puts it over his chest, pointing to the crowd with the other hand. He does this on both sides of the ramp before walking down the aisle. He reaches into the crowd and shakes hands.
Grabbing onto the middle rope Henry pulls himself up onto the apron and points out into the crowd before climbing into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and makes the sign with his chest again. He points into the crowd and claps his hands.
The music plays through the intro and 'Freezer Burn' Wayne Hammon appears from the backstage area with a microphone in his back pocket. 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 corner-posts. 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 pyros 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. He walks to the center of the ring, pulling the microphone from his back pocket and speaks.
Freezer Burn: I have come to yet ANOTHER rat-hole infested waste of space you call a city.
Freezer Burn: Hate me all you want. I .. AM .. GOD! And you all .. want .. to be .. ME!
He snears as the crowd boos and jeers him more. Loving the hatred they eagerly deliver.
Freezer Burn: Last night, at about three A.M. when you was snug asleep. Your daughter was NOT in her bedroom. SHE WAS IN MINE!
Hatred increases for Freeze as he tosses the mic to the nearest television camera. The screen jostles slightly as the mic hits the camera dead on. Freeze raises his arms in the air and fingers the audience once more with hateful discontent and disregard for his own safety.
Zach Davis: I hope he gets what's coming to him some day.
Freddy Whoa: That day might be today!
The bell sounds and Freezer Burn rushes Spearman. Spearman sees it coming and sidesteps a Clothesline attempt, then hits a few strikes to FB, pushing him into the turnbuckle. Spearman goes to throw FB across the ring to the turnbuckle on the other side but FB reverses it, sending Spearman in instead. FB then runs at him and crushes him with a Clothesline. As Spearman stumbles out Freezer Burn throws him to the ropes, Spearman bounces back and FB drops him with a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker before going for the pin.
No!, shoulder up by Spearman.
Zach Davis: This is, of course, Neforian's first match under his new name. We saw a passionate speech from him last week, but time will tell if he's really let go of his old ways.
Freezer Burn quickly transitions into a Triangle Choke.
Crowd: HEN-RY SPEAR-MAN! HEN-RY SPEAR-MAN!
The crowd's chanting energies Spearman who uses everything he's got to reach for the ropes, eventually forcing a break. Freezer Burn obliges but as Spearman is trying to work his way up FB slams him back down with his hair. The fans boo and FB lifts Spearman up, kicks him in the gut doubling him over, and then puts him in the Powerbomb position.
Zach Davis: We've seen this from Freezer Burn before - Spearman is going to get Bombed right into that turnbuckle!
As Freezer Burn lifts him Spearman shifts his weight and lands behind him. Both men turn to face each other and Spearman hits Freezer Burn with a forearm to the face. Then another, then another, pushing him against the ropes. Spearman throws Freezer Burn to the ropes and as he comes back Spearman lifts him and hits a Samoan Drop! He quickly goes for a pin.
No!, kickout from Freezer Burn.
Freddy Whoa: Nearfall! Spearman is finally back in the driver's seat.
Spearman backs up a few steps, hits the ropes and bounces back, dropping a Leg Drop on FB. He goes for another pin.
Zach Davis: Close but no cigar yet again.
Spearman backs off again as the crowd are starting to get behind him once again.
Crowd: HEN-RY SPEAR-MAN! HEN-RY SPEAR-MAN!
Once Freezer Burn is to his feet Spearman runs at him and goes for a Running Knee Lift but Freezer Burn has it scouted and is able to move out of the way; he then thumbs Spearman in the eye. The fans boo as FB whips Spearman to the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Blasphemer!
Spearman has THAT scouted!, he rebounds with a Lariat instead of letting FB hit the intended move. Freezer Burn starts getting back up but Spearman pulls him in.
Zach Davis: POWERBOMB! One of the best in WCF!
Spearman drops down and pins.
Freddy Whoa: NO!, Freezer Burn gets the shoulder up!
Spearman does his best not to show frustration. Instead he backs up and waits for Freezer Burn to get up one more time.
Zach Davis: He's in position...
Freddy Whoa: SPEAR!
NO!, Freezer Burn leapfrogs over it. Spearman runs back towards Freezer Burn but Freezer Burn catches him.
Zach Davis: BLASPHEMER!
Into the pin.
Freddy Whoa: ANOTHER kickout!
Freezer Burn has no problem showing his frustration and begins arguing with the ref for the perceived slow count. This allows Spearman to regroup and get in position again...
Zach Davis: Don't take your eye off the prize, Freezer Burn!
Freddy Whoa: Henry Spearman with another pin attempt!
Zach Davis: Spearman wins it!
The fans cheer as Spearman gets to his feet, still hurting after that Blasphemer. He exits the ring to celebrate, high fiving a fan or two.
Freddy Whoa: A successful redebut for a man reborn!
A single white light hits the ring on Freezer Burn and then "Amazing Grace" on bagpipes starts playing and the WCFtron then pops on with a tombstone that reads Freezer Burn Rest In Hell. The white light turns to red as "The Moneymaker" by Rilo Kiley starts playing. Freezer Burn looks confused as a unknown man is standing at the entrance in a white tank top, pink jeans, pink Oakley shades and a blowpop in his mouth. He is yelling towards the guy when from the other side of the ring comes Adam Young who blasts him in the back of the head with his tag team title belt sending him crashing to the floor. The other guy walks down and throws Freezer back into the ring. Adam picks up Freezer and nails Redneck Riveria on him. The other guy steps in and Adam picks up Freezer and Freezer is nailed with a super kick.
Adam Young: Did you think it was over bitch! Meet Sebastian Magnum the mother fucking Moneymaker bitch!
Magnum takes the blowpop out of his mouth and places it in Freezers.
Adam Young: You're on notice bitch!
"Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats starts playing and several dwarfs come out dancing around as Adam and Magnum laugh their way out of the arena.
Zach Davis: Adam Young is a plague here in WCF. An absolute plague. A plague that has set its sights on Freezer Burn, Night Rider, and the Tag Team Championships!
The arena dims until only ambient light glows from the big screen. Parish—his back turned to the viewer—plays Chopin’s “Nocturne in F Minor” on an old piano. The screen then cuts to his blue eyes behind a dark, latex mask. He speaks in his scratchy voice, "Are you rising, or are you grounded?" Chopin’s tune continues as he lumbers down to the steps and into the ring. Once under the ropes, the lights go back on and Parish awaits the opponent in his corner.
Zach Davis: Parish looks confident.
Freddy Whoa: Why not? He’s riding a nice streak.
Trevor Browning enters the stage looking left and right to the crowd as "Rebel Son" plays. He makes his way to the ring making sure the fans know how pathetic they are throughout his entrance. Nearing the ring, he destroys a kid’s “Teddy Blaze” sign. As he enters the ring he pumps his chest with his fist and tells everyone that they are about to be "Brown and Out".
Freddy Whoa: Here comes another bruiser.
Zach Davis: Browning’s a talented striker. Plenty of bad blood with Parish too.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, I’m betting on a slugfest.
“Hard Row” by The Black Keys hits from the ramp.
Zach Davis: Here comes St. Matthews. He’s sprinting to the ring and going right for Parish.
Freddy Whoa: After last week’s show. Who wouldn’t want to punch the guy?
Zach Davis: Parish stole the pin last week from St. Matthews. Now he wants answers.
Gregory charges for Parish, cursing and pushing him back. Parish looks away then slaps St. Matthews. Contact starts the bell as Gregory lunges at the bigger man with a flurry of elbows. Backed into the padding, Lester throws the smaller man back. St. Matthews recovers and returns with a flying forearm. Parish stumbles into the corner while Gregory goes for body blows.
Freddy Whoa: St. Matthews lets his fists do the talking.
Zach Davis: Browning’s biding his time. Oh no, here he comes!
An elbow smashes Gregory on the back of the head.
Freddy Whoa: Oh man! He’s seeing stars.
The hit stuns St. Matthews to his knees. Browning takes over, working Parish with knee strikes. At seven, he pulls Lester towards the center to deliver a massive European uppercut. Parish staggers off the ropes. He looks for a lariat, but Browning counters with a powerslam to pin.
Zach Davis: Quick save by the third man.
Freddy Whoa: Parish got lucky there.
St. Matthews and Trevor both stand and exchange punches. An Irish whip by Browning sends the other man running. Trevor looks primed for another powersalm. Coming off the ropes, Gregory executes a flying crossbody. They collide with Gregory going for a roll-up pin.
Browning pushes the smaller man off. He leaps slamming St. Matthews to the canvas with a bulldog. Trevor rises over both opponents, arms raised to a chorus of boos. He calls them “fat” and “lazy” before targeting the wounded Parish.
Freddy Whoa: Lester is favoring his neck. He landed like a potato sack.
Zach Davis: Browning has this one under control.
He kicks at Parish while St. Mathews recovers near the corner. Browning taunts Parish with a slap to the head. Seeing the third man in the corner, Browning attacks with a series of elbows and strikes. The ref pulls Trevor off with a warning to “open” his fists. Trevor rushes St. Matthews only to meet a quick boot. He tries again, but Gregory ducts, sending him chest-first into the turnbuckle. Browning retreats to the center with the speedy St. Matthews in pursuit.
Freddy Whoa. He’s feeling super!
Zach Davis: They heard that kick all the way up in Cleveland.
Freddy Whoa: Pin him!
Parish breaks it up. Now to his feet, he stomps Browning’s on the face. St. Matthews scurries to the top rope and goes for a diving hurricanrana. Parish overpowers the move and carries Gregory for a running powerbomb. He then tosses the smaller man into the opposite turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: A vicious powerbomb!
Zach Davis: Maybe a little too vicious.
Freddy Whoa: If you fight Parish. Expect a few under the belt.
Browning pulls himself up on the apron. Parish holds him against the ropes for a one-hand chop. The clap echoes into the cheap seats. Trevor covers his chest as Parish joins him on the outside apron. They battle back and forth with punches. Lester gets a strong grip around Trevor’s neck.
Freddy Whoa: Russian Legsweep! Right onto that hard floor.
Zach Davis: That hurt both men. Moser starts the count.
Parish and Browning are slow to their feet. Both turn towards the ring just as St. Matthews readies himself from the ropes. He gauges the crowd with a devious look.
Zach Davis: What is he thinking?
Freddy Whoa: He’s crazy.
St. Matthews jumps over the ropes with his back to the crowd. Trevor and Lester get to their feet as a soaring St. Matthews flips into their arms. The impact doubles over Browning and kicks Parish into the barricade.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Asai moonsault!
Zach Davis: You’re right. That man is crazy.
Freddy Whoa: Taking it right to them.
Moser yells for all three to get back in the ring. Gregory gets up first and pulls Parish to the apron. He wants to put Lester inside, but Parish recovers whipping him into the steel steps. Gregory flips over the stairs gripping at his body. Lester taunts the downed Trevor Browning.
Parish rolls Browning under the ropes. In the center, he clubs the Englishman’s neck before locking up a belly-to-belly. Trevor fights out with some hard knees. Now loose, he manages to lift the heavier Parish into a stalling suplex. His knees buckle three times against that 385 lbs. frame. Browning gives a war cry before snapping back. Both bodies land with a thunderous impact. The fans erupt with “holy, ****” chants.
Zach Davis: That’s over six hundred pounds against the mat. And Moser forgoes the count out.
Freddy Whoa: He was right next to that earthquake. Here we go again!
Zach Davis: St. Matthews looking to go airborne one more time!
St. Matthews slowly makes the climb to the top rope. He looks for the best target. Lester and Trevor sprawl over the mat. Gregory holds his stomach and readies to soar.
Freddy Whoa: He we go! Shooting Star press!
Zach Davis: Parish got his knees up!
Parish gathers to his feet. He charges, hitting a sudden heart punch on a dazed St. Matthews. Before Browning can get up, Parish dives fist-first across the downed man’s chest.
Freddy Whoa: He loves that heart punch.
Zach Davis: Parish going for the win!
Kyle Steel: Your winner… Lester Parish!
Parish shakes his head on way to the back. Both Browning and St. Matthews lick their wounds in the center of the ring. Fans boo Parish out of the arena.
Zach Davis: That man’s no fluke. Lester Parish stood his ground tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Hell of a finish. And we’re only at the midpoint!
Zach Davis: Fans stayed tuned. We’ve got a lot more action coming your way.
As we come back from break Dat Hawt American Darkness are already in the ring with their music playing through the arena and the crowd going wild
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is a tag match and will be scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring DAT HAWT AMERICAN DARKNESS! MIKEY EXTREME AND ZOMBIE MAC MORRIS!
Mikey and Mac set themselves in the ring jawing with the crowd with Mac even getting out of the ring to hit on the half naked crack head who rushed the front row to throw her underwear at him until a blue light comes across the arena and a pipe organ starts to play. Zmac knowing this is abnormal suddenly becomes as buisness like as he possibly can slipping into the ring beside his partner
Zach Davis: look up on the ramp that's not Bishop or King it's that follower craven
Freddy Whoa: what's going on
Up on the ramp craven begins to raise his arms
Zach Davis: he's got some kind of device in his hand
Craven (miked): when the lights go out the demons and angels come to play
And with that the lights switch off and then flash back on to reveal a bunch of people in black masks around the ring, Darkness go back to back preparing for the fight of their lives when the lights go off again
Zach Davis: Ok can someone take the light switch away from the religious nut bag please!
The lights come back up
Freddy Whoa: they're up on the top rope!
Zach Davis: but what happened to all those people!?
Bishop is laughing his ass off but King is just watching his opponents, Darkness laugh it off giving them a golf clap and the new blood demons dive in unison with forearm shots but Mac and MIkey simply evade, Bish and King roll through but Darkness gets the jump with a couple of stinger splashes to their opponents in the corner and then a dab for good measure before turning to do the same again switching places but this time it's Bish and King who evade pursuing their opponents in and catching them with a couple of big boots in the corners in retaliation
Freddy Whoa: Has this match even started!
Zach Davis: I never heard a bell I think the refs trying to calm things down a bit first
Freddy Whoa: yeah good luck with that the refs going between both sets of men who are now going back and forth with chop exchanges, he manages to seperate the melee and tells them for 1 in 1 out we don't have all day
Both teams flustered by a cluttered start give him what he wants and somehow through all the odds the bell rings and a wrestling match begins
Freddy Whoa: And now they go in for a handshake what the hell
Zach (laughing): Zmac enjoys the bastard in us all I guess
Freddy Whoa: or he is taking advantage of young Bishop
Mac uses the shake to pull Bishop into an arm ringer but Bishop simple reverses the pressure with a standing cartwheel to escape and up into an attempt at a tiara Ranna Mac catches him trying to bring Bishop down with a facebuster but Bishop rolls him through into a seated pin, Mac kicks out before one but Bishop flips it round into a heel hook and then an ankle lock which Zmac rolls out of sending Bishop into the ropes who leaps onto the middle one and springs back
Zach Davis: Early Black death!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Zmac manages to evade and we end in a stand off
Bishop tells Zmac he was just that close to finishing him fast Zmac flips him off and then walks over to his corner tagging in Mikey, as Extreme enters the ring the 2 men square up with Bishop shrugging off the bigger man and turning his back going to tag King but Extreme didn't appreciate that and grabs bishop by the top of the hair pulling him back, Bishop spins round and slaps extreme across he face and Mikey returns quickly in kind, Bishop switches to Forearms so Mikey changes to a single fist knocking Bishop straight back into Severan King
Zach Davis: Oh boy who came here to see a fight
Freddy Whoa: These 2 threw some heavy shots in the opening few moments of this match up before the bell had even rung but since then they have been seperate on the apron and King is pretty much salivating right now
King takes a little bit of time getting in the ring, walking the apron and wiping off his shoes, when he does get in he walks across the ring and mockingly holds a hand out to Mikey preaching what sounds like gospel but Mikey kicks his hand away and goes for another open handed shot to the jaw but the Pastor beats him too it with a spinning elbow shot to the head of Extreme then a couple of opened handed slaps of his own before hitting the ropes and coming back with a body block knocking Mikey down, Mikey kips straight back up again though and King tells him its his turn to which Extreme smiles and says ok but as he hits his body block ZMac comes from behind with a chop block to King's knee knocking him down to his back and allowing Extreme to double stomp him right on the chest
Zach Davis: Bishops seen enough and has lept to the top rope!
He dives off with a double cross body to the Darkness nailing both guys but landing horribly leaving all 4 men down in the ring to the joy of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: This match up has been fast and furious from the start and it seems to of taken its toll on the 4 men involved.
Zach Davis: With King and Extreme legal both Bishop and Zmac decide to exit to the apron with neither man getting up.
Both are just laying in their corners outside the ropes King however has had enough time to recover and is hauling himself up in the turnbuckle trying to get the feeling back in his knee waiting for Mikey to join him and as Extreme gets up he puts up his fists and tells King to bring it on, the 2 men meet in the middle of the ring throwing bomb after bomb at each other, Extreme manages, after stunning King, to get a cyclone bicycle kick in but then goes to run the ropes only to be followed in by a Yakuza kick and left hanging on the top rope. Luckily he is near his partner though who takes a blind tag as King turns to hit the ropes behind him, at the same time as King ricochets off the ropes Bishop also sneaks in a tag and then Mikey and King go flying over the top rope together with a cactus style clothesline all the way out to the floor
Freddy Whoa: And here we go back to where we started with Bishop and Zmac squaring off again
Zach Davis: This match has had everything, creepy shit, wrestling, striking, flying the list goes on what do they have left to try and out each other away
The 2 chaotic entity's take a look at the carnage around them and then again just like before slap hands in some strange show of respect or just appreciation for the others fuckbaggery and then go into a lock up clean this time, Mac switches to the side with a headlock me Bish lifts him for a backdrop, Bish rolls off landing behind him on your feet and grabs a waistlock lifting him for a failed attempt at a German but Zmac swings and elbow back blocking the suplex
Freddy Whoa: and now we have a chess game in the r.....
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT EXTREME JUST PUT SEVERAN KING THROUGH THE CROWD BARRIER!
Freddy Whoa: AND NOW HES IN THE RING!
Bishop looks around realising he is in real trouble and tries to jump on Extreme who simply pick him out of the air with a bear hug then gets cracked in the back of the head with a super kick
Freddy Whoa: HERE WE GO ZMAC UP TOP
Zach Davis: DARK JUSTICE!
Zach Davis: This thing was mental there are EMTs with severan King, Bish is trying to find his face in the ring
Freddy Whoa: And the darkness are in the ring with their hands held high!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen your winners! Dat Hawt American Darkness!!!!!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a tag team match with one fall. If the team of Spencer Adams and Teddy Blaze are victorious, then Spencer Adams will receive a title match against Teddy Blaze for the WCF People’s Championship.
“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 imagesf rom 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 rom 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 Mountain of WCF; Thomas Uriel Bates!
Bates 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. He walks around the ring before turning his attention to the ramp.
“Reise, Reise” by Rammstein plays over the PA system as “The Baron” Henker von Massaker makes his way to the stage.
Kyle Steel: His tag team partner, from Cologne, Germany but currently residing in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Standing at six foot four inches and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds. “The Baron” Henker von Massaker!
The Baron makes his way to the ring, climbing in and standing with Bates as they wait for their opponents. The opening riff to “Supremacy” by Muse hits the PA as strobe lights flicker and a blue smoke fills the stage. As the song picks up, Spencer steps onto the stage and lifts his arms up in front of them, crossing them over one another in an “X” formation before swiping them down away from his body.
Kyle Steel: Their opponents. Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois. Standing at six foot one inch and weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds, “The Antidote” Spencer Adams!
Spencer makes his way down the ramp, jumping up onto different spots on the barricade and high fiving fans before charging into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He motions for the fans to make some noise before leaping down and turning to face Bates.
“When the Levee Breaks” by Led Zeppelin plays over the PA system. The crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat echoes throughout the arena, signaling the arrival of Teddy Blaze! The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp.
With crescendo and a burst of flame, Blaze appears before them with the WCF People’s Championship, holding his hands out over his head and bathing in the applause. He takes a deep bow and walks towards the ring, waving to the fans along the way.
Kyle Steel: His tag team partner, from Houston, Texas. Standing at six foot even and weighing one hundred and eighty-eight pounds; Teddy Blaze!
He wears an almost cocky grin as he rolls between the ropes, offering his opponents and extended handshake. Bates takes the hand, throwing Teddy Blaze off.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Teddy Blaze is not use to people actually shaking his hand. He just shrugs it off most of the time. This has to be a play by Bates to throw Teddy off his game.
Zach Davis: Or this is just Bates paying respect to a friend. Teddy Blaze was after all Bates’ tag team partner last week.
Blaze and Spencer make their way to the corner as Bates steps to the center of the ring. He stretches out his arms, and roars. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect. Baron and Spencer step out of the ring, leaving Bates and Blaze to face each other. The referee rings the bell.
Teddy Blaze bursts out of his corner and hits Bates with a flying crossbody. Bates barely steps back.
Zach Davis: Blaze is going to have to do more than that if he expects to take down Bates.
Blaze runs to the ropes and jumps up, hitting Bates with a springboard elbow strike to the face, but is caught by Bates who bodyslams Blaze.
Freddy Whoa: Bates is not giving Blaze any room to move here.
Bates immediately lifts Blaze up, and connects with a German Suplex, sending Blaze clear across the ring. Bates quickly rushes back over to Blaze, who throws the big man off with a Drop Toe Hold, followed instantly by a headlock.
Freddy Whoa: Blaze with a counter!
Bates struggles briefly before getting to his knees, and finally standing up, even though Teddy Blaze kept the chokehold applied. Bates stumbles around the ring as Blaze tries to force the giant into unconsciousness.
Zach Davis: Bates is in trouble here!
Bates stumbles across the ring before finally pushing Blaze into his own corner. Spencer Adams quickly tags himself in, and jumps over the top rope, landing a leg drop bulldog on Bates. Spencer quickly rolls Bates over and pins him.
Bates throws Spencer off of him, sending The Antidote through the ropes and outside the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Bates kicks out by throwing Spencer Adams outside the ring!
Bates uses the ropes to help himself up. He slowly makes his way to his corner as Spencer Adams slides back into the ring. Spencer charges just as Bates tags in The Baron. The Baron quickly climbs into the ring and catches Spencer with a running lariat.
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams and The Baron now the legal men.
The Baron quickly gets up and catches Spencer with a fisherman’s suplex, hooking the leg. The referee quickly starts the pin.
Spencer kicks out a split second before the referee’s hand hits the mat. The Baron quickly recovers and helps Spencer to his feet. He turns Spencer around and places his right foot inside and hooks both of Spencer’s arms.
Zach Davis: The Iron Cross!
Spencer struggles free and whips The Baron into the ropes.
Zach Davis: Reversal!
Spencer charges at the returning Baron, hitting him with a running knee to the gut. Spencer quickly jumps off the middle of the top rope and grabs Baron’s head, slamming it against the knee.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The Springboard Knee!
Spencer rushes to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. He jumps with a Shooting Star Press.
Freddy Whoa: The Quarantine! This match is over!
Spencer lands in a Mic Check style facebuster, connecting with the move. He hooks the legs as the referee begins the count.
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams & Teddy Blaze win! Spencer Adams will face Teddy Blaze for the WCF People’s Championship!
The referee raises Spencer’s arm as Teddy Blaze climbs into the ring holding his belt. As Spencer celebrates with the crowd, Teddy Blaze slowly steps behind Spencer with the belt plate at the ready.
Zach Davis: Spencer, watch out!
Spencer Adams turns around and Blaze drops the belt, but smiles, letting him know he could have hit him with it if he wanted to. Teddy Blaze instead offers a handshake, to which Spencer slowly and cautiously accepts.
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams and Teddy Blaze will face off for the WCF People’s Championship!
The lights in the Nationwide Arena in Columbus, Ohio drop to black as the crowd quiets to a hush, unsure of the impending action. An unfamiliar song hits the PA system, almost like a battle song, coordinated drum beats and a high guitar melody. The song continues on for about 30 seconds before kicking into a melodic death metal epic, one done by the legendary band Amon Amarth. “The Way of Vikings” is the song playing, and out from the back steps two figures clad in black as purple lights begin to swirl around the arena. One more shapely, clearly a female. The second, a shorter but build man with a hoodie. Columbus knows exactly who has stepped onto the stage and is now making his way down to the ring.
Zach Davis: Is it time we finally get answers from Corey Black? He’s said zero words since being taken off commentary and attacking multiple men, including Vic Viceroy on several occasions.
Freddy Whoa: I’m at a loss myself, Zach. One of the men that has an opinion on everything hasn’t uttered or Tweeted anything.
Corey and his companion enter the ring and as the song fades, the lights come up, giving sight to who stands in the ring. She is holding a microphone.
Nikki Venus: Standing before you is a man. But not just any man. This is the heart and soul of WCF. Whether you like it or not, this is the foundation this company was built on. He’s not some no named enhancement talent brought in to make Brent Alpine look good in the ring to keep his ego stroked so he doesn’t quit for the fifth time. He’s not a broken down legend that had to take an announcer job to stay relevant in the company – he took the announcer job FROM that broken down legend. He’s definitely not the kind of person that will sit back and let WCF fall into the depths of obscurity once again, running shows from a dilapidated building in Pennsylvania. When the shining stars of WCF headed for Midwestern warehouses, the floodgates opened. Leeches saw an opportunity to take a beaten down wrestling company and somehow worm their way into the public spotlight. But not on Corey Black’s watch. To have any kind of star power in this place, you have to go nose to nose with the best there has ever been.
Corey drops his hood, looking out into the rabid crowd. Is he heel? Is he face? Does it matter? He’s cheered with a passion in every building he walks in, and this arena is no different. Corey Black is above alignment labels.
Nikki Venus: You go down the roster now and you see men that have been wrestling for decades, but they are relative unknowns to the masses. You, the true wrestling fans, have no idea who these men are until they come to WCF and have a shot at the big time.
Zach Davis: Oh damn, I remember this..
Nikki Venus: This new crop of WCF wrestlers, consider this your warning. The man standing to my left has lived and breathed the company you defile for nearly half of his life. Tread lightly, for a skilled and dangerous warrior hunts for your souls. He is not the Avenger. He is no longer the Pantheon, for Pantheon was killed by his hand. Behold, feeble peons, your reckoning in flesh! “The Jomsviking” Corey Black!
Corey unzips his hoodie and peels it off like armor. His beard as long as ever, stretching down between his pecs, covering a portion of his tattooed chest. Corey’s wrestling attire is now all black. No accents, no logos, just black trunks, elbow pads, wrist tape covering his hands as well as his wrists, boots, knee pads and kick pads.
Nikki Venus: As you can see, The Jomsviking is ready for battle. If any new WCF wrestler in the back thinks they are worthy of a glorious death by his hand, come forth from the bowels and stand face to face with him.
Zach Davis: A challenge has been laid down!
The crowd cheers mercilessly for a few moments, Corey faces the entrance ramp and Nikki Venus exits to the floor. A cool fog starts pour out of fog machines and “Heavy Metal Machine” by The Smashing Pumpkins begins to play.
Freddy Whoa: Can it be? The 20 time World Champion, the greatest wrestler to ever live outside this company.. is it he?
It most certainly is. Heavy Metal Machine Logan walks out from the back, limping just a little bit. He hobbles down to the ring and stands face to face with Corey Black.
Zach Davis: It isn’t exactly the Logan verses Corey Black match we are all used to, but at least someone is standing up for the new crop of talent.
AND Corey Black takes his head off with a superkick. HMM falls against the middle and bottom rope, bouncing back up to his feet only to get hit with another superkick. Then a kick to the knee drops HMM to a kneeling position, and Corey spins around with a falling lariat taking Logan to the mat finally. Nikki Venus is under the ring looking for something while Corey pounds away on HMM’s skull with elbows. Nikki has what she’s looking for – a table. She sets it up on the floor and produces lighter fluid from her pocket, to the pop of the crowd. Nikki douses the table and sets it alight, the flame dancing above the top rope. Corey has HMM Logan on the apron now, and then onto his shoulders..
Freddy Whoa: …WHOOOOAAAAAA!
The crowd explodes. Corey leaps off the apron and drives HMM through the flaming table with a Burning Hammer to the floor. HMM crumbles as workers rush in with fire extinguishers to put out the flame.
Zach Davis: That was no Darkest Days, that was the Burning Hammer!
Satisfied with the performance, Corey slides back into the ring with Nikki Venus and poses for the crowd. That is, until someone in a hoodie slides into the ring from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Who is this?!
The guy turns Corey around and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. Double underhook, looking for a Tiger Bomb but Corey flips out of it and lands in front of the man in the “superhero landing pose!” The hood falls back!
Zach Davis: It’s Vic Viceroy!
Vic rushes in and Corey dodges with a roll. Vic isn’t phased, he hits Corey with a clubbing blow sending CD to the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Finally Viceroy is getting a measure of revenge!
Viceroy throws Corey Black to the mat and leaps off the middle buckle, looking for a kick, the “Geteway” but Corey moves out of the way. Vic hits hard and goes to get up but Nikki Venus is there. SHE SPITS A BLACK MIST INTO VIC’S EYES! Corey runs at him and drills him with a bicycle knee strike!
Zach Davis: Now who are these two?!
Two more men are coming from the crowd! One is huge. Over seven feet tall. He reaches into the ring and pulls Corey Black to the floor easy. This man dwarfs Corey. He picks Black up into the air as the other man runs over and clotheslines Corey down off the big guy’s shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: That’s Colossus and Johnny Waubonsie, known associates of Vic Viceroy! He had backup!
Waubonsie slides into the ring to chase Nikki Venus out and check on Vic. On the floor, Colossus throws Corey Black into the barricade. WCF staff run out, at least a dozen, to break up the fight happening in and around the ring. Nikki scurries over to Corey and pulls him to his feet while a load of staff keep the massive Colossus back. He gets into the ring to join Johnny Waubonsie and Vic Viceroy. Vic shouts to Corey, Corey shouts back, but there’s a wall of staff between them.
Zach Davis: This battle is far from over, folks! We’ll see what the future holds for Corey Black and Vic Viceroy!
Columbus, Ohio! The home of the Nationwide Arena where Sunday Night Slam is being hosted live for all the local residents to see. Every seat has an ass stuck to it, sold it with 12,000 fans in the audience ready for the co-main event to begin. The cameras point to Freddy Whoa, and Zach Davis seated behind the announce table; very happy to call the matches, and segments as the show went on.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back ladies, and gentlemen. Hoped you had a very great night so far because it’s about to get even more entertaining. Tonight, we have in stored not one but two amazing title matches!
Zach Davis: That’s right. Brent Alpine will defend his WCF Television Championship against Psychopomp but in the main event, 2016 Classic Winner, and new WCF World Champion, Stuart Slane, will have to settle in a rematch against former champion, Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: But right now, we are reaching into our co-main event. Brent Alphine vs Psychopomo. WCF Television Championship on the line!
Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring in his signature tuxedo, and has the microphone in his right hand under his chin. The production team give the cue to Kyle Steel to be the introductions.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Television Championship!
“Bleed Well” by H.I.M is the first of two entrance music to play around the arena. Cueing the lights to fade to completely darkness until they dance around the ring streaming multiple colors. Some of the members in the audience cheer for this competitors, others decide to boo. Popping out from the stage, Psychopomp emerges in the air until landing on his feet smiling at the crowd.
A huge opportunity for the television title contender as he walks down the entrance path. Scars, and marks from early wars, and battles cover his body along with his beautifully designed tattoos. Wearing basic wrestling attire, his body, and long hair is the only thing that stands out. Psychopomp doesn’t waste time on interacting with the fans, just focused on his title’s match.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 223 pounds. He is Psychopomp!
Psychopomp hops onto the apron edge, and holds onto the middle rope to prevent him from falling. That little smirk on his face as he stands up, and leans back against the ropes but uses the small time to mock the fans at ringside giving him more heat.
Zach Davis: This could be Psychopomp’s break out moment in WCF. He’s been rocky with losing to Kevin Bishop, and Mikey eXtreme but after beating Ace, and Severan King, he earned this match.
Freddy Whoa: A triple threat match with three top prospects. The championship match was already a prize but Psychopomp walked out, and now he is here to regain his momentum. What better way than to win the WCF Television Championship.
Psychopomp paces himself back, and forth by the ropes. The music fades, and the lights return to normal but the crowd are solid on voicing their opinions about this top prospect. He doesn’t care; WCF Television Championship on the line, and Psycho just needs to win that belt.
Crowd: LET’S GO PSYCHO! PSYCHO SUCKS! LET’S GO PSYCHO! PSYCHO SUCKS!
A ghostly synthetic sound is heard around the arena; the lights slowly fade as the first piano chord ignite a red firework to shoot up in the air. The second piano chord dictates the lights to turn green, and the third shoots a blue firework to the right of the stage. Finally, the fourth emerges the lights back to blue
“Gold” by Prince starts playing, and Brent Alpine walks out onto the stage with the WCF Television Title over his right shoulder. Standing center stage with the lights flashing around the arena. His wrestling yellow, and black boots, multi-colored wrestling tights with the word “Shine” printed on the front. Brent quickly raised the belt high over his head, and Psycho just greedily stares the gold down.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Rockhampton, Australia! At six feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 259 pounds. He is the WCF Television Champion, “The Shine” Brent Alpine!
Brent continues walking around the ringing, holding that WCF Television Title over his right shoulder. No eye contact is even instigated by the champion; believing to be higher than Psychopomp who doesn’t even deserve the match. He hops up onto the apron before swinging himself inside the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Our WCF Television Champion, Brent Alpine, who defeated Neforian to gain the championship at Blast, and also defended against Vic Viceroy last week in Philadelphia.
Zach Davis: The guy has a serious attitude problem but when you’re champion, your ego gets boosted more than ever. Wait, aren’t we missing someone?
While the two men are in the corner, Kyle Steel also makes one more introduction.
Kyle Steel: And introducing the special guest referee, Nathan Chambers!
Zach Davis: You gotta be kidding me!
“How Deep Is Your Love” by Calvin Harris & The Disciples ignites the crowd to release hell at the entrance. Nathan walks out texting on his phone in his referee outfit, and has no regards on wasting valuable time. He just marches down to the ring, very upset at being booked in this match anyways.
Zach Davis: And to think I would be best saved from a Slam show without the sight of Nathan Chambers.
Freddy Whoa: Defending his WCF Perfection Championship, and now in control of the WCF Television Championship match. This will be very interesting.
Nathan leans back against the ropes, and slides his phone down in his pants. Both men in each corner prepared, the co-main event is underway.
Ding Ding Ding!
Brent, and Psycho both exit their corners. Working their way around the ring while Nathan is sitting on top of the corner turnbuckle watching them wrestle. Paying no mind to the match at all. The two competitors lock up in the center of the ring but Brent manages to overpower him, and just throw Psycho down onto the mat like paper.
Psycho tries to get off the mat but is being floored down to the canvas with multiple clubbing shots down into his back; hell he even continues the onslaught with a rapid fire of stomps. Nathan watches, and doesn’t do anything. Off ending the onslaught, he helps Psycho right back up again. Starting the match off with a vicious suplex until floating over.
A kick out by Psycho, and Brent applies the Side Headlock. Wrenching down the arm around the throat, squeezing every breath of air. His opponent is doing his best on trying to escape but Brent’s superior weight is the leverage enough to keep him vulnerable on the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: Brent Alpine has been dictating the pace of the match so far. Psychopomp is currently stuck in a Side Headlock, and Nathan is just sitting on the top rope letting them go.
Zach Davis: Why did Seth allow this? Why?!
He quickly reels his legs around the throat of Brent, and pulls him down in a Scissors Choke. Utilizing his technical chain wrestling to get the upper hand but Brent shoots his body out without even breaking a damn sweat. Both men back up, and Psycho begins chopping him down in the chest.
Crowd: WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO!
At the ropes, he leans him back, and then launches Brent into the opposing ropes. A sick Dropkick floors the Television Champion down into the canvas, and a quick pin is made although Nathan slowly goes down to call it.
Brent kicks out, and Psycho argues with Nathan that he should count faster but Nathan demands him to shut his mouth or else he’ll be disqualified. Psycho quickly goes back to helping Brent up, and tossing him into the corner. After hitting his back against the turnbuckles, his body is crushed with an Avalanche.
Zach Davis: Avalanche by Psychopomp. Looks like the tide of the match has been turned, and Psycho is preparing for another strike into the corner!
When he returns, Brent quickly sprints into his body. Clutches his arms around his waist, and Belly to Belly Suplexes his back into the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: The tide of the match has been turned again. A huge Belly to Belly Suplex by the Television Champion. Brent Alpine just threw him halfway across the ring, and Psycho has nowhere to go.
Brent scurries on his hands, and knees to secure the pin attempt again.
When Psycho kicks out, he’s furious. Obviously he wants to win the match so he’s going to pull out some tricks that an old dog can’t use. Brent drags his opponent to the ropes, and presses his foot on the back of Psycho’s head to choke him down on the bottom rope.
Nathan shoves him off, and he’s furious. What can you do when someone you don’t like is holding all the rules in play? So rolling out of the ring, Psycho is outside trying to regain some breath. Brent follows him on the apron, and sprints across to Soccer Kick the hell out of his right shoulder that shoves him down into the barricade.
The count is started, and Brent charges across the apron to launch himself into a Cannonball Senton but Psycho dives out of the way. His body crashes into the barricade, and ricochets into the ringside mat.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god!
Zach Davis: Brent just took himself out with that crazy dive, and Psychopomp is already inside the ring. He could win the match but if it’s by count-out, he won’t win the Television Title!
Crowd: BRENT SUCKS! BRENT SUCKS! BRENT SUCKS!
Brent manages to crawl to the apron edge before spawning that boost in his energy to roll into the ring. Psycho marches over, and kicks him onto his chest in the middle of the ring. Running further into the ropes, he leaps onto the middle rope, and springboards back to land a Moonsault on his spine to increase the pain.
Zach Davis: Very nice athleticism by Psychopomp with a Springboard Moonsault.
Freddy Whoa: Gotta wonder how Brent’s back must be right now; he suffered a huge crash and burn with the Cannonball Senton.
Psycho rolls him over onto his back, and pins him down. Nathan once again takes his dear time on starting the count.
Brent kicks out of the pin, and Psycho is getting heated at Nathan for being lazy. His defense is he’s doing the best he can as referee but everyone in the arena knows that to be a huge lie. More stomps down into that exposed back of Brent, and even a Knee Drop to finish it.
Crowd: PSYCHOPOMP! PSYCHOPOMP! PSYCHOPOMP!
Both men separated. Brent uses the little time he has to get up; standing up on his right knee gives Psycho the leverage to nail a Shining Wizard. Running across the ring to step on his knee, and drive his right knee into the face of Alpine. Instead of going for the pin attempt, he decides to apply a quick Surfboard. Psycho’s right knee digged into the back of Alpine.
Zach Davis: Modified Surfboard in the center of the ring, and Alpine is really struggling to even deal with the pain.
Freddy Whoa: Technical high-flyer Psychopomp is. Oh! Brent tried to fight out of it but he’s transitioned into the Sleeper Hold.
Bet you are. Psycho already has him set up, and cranks the arm down on the throat. Fading away, Nathan almost calls for the bell until Alpine shows malicious intent of getting back up; carrying Psycho’s weight along with him.
Zach Davis: No way?! He’s still going?!
He drops his weight into the turnbuckles. Psycho lets go, and is struck in the side of his head with an Enguiziri Kick by Alpine. Psycho can’t even move, legs shaken. Stepping out of the corner from being dazed, and thrown down onto the back of his head with a devastating Lariat.
Freddy Whoa: My god! Such power shown by the Television Champion, Brent Alpine! Turning Psycho inside out from that running lariat!
Both men down on the canvas, and Nathan is standing between them disheartened beginning the count to call the match a draw unless they both get back up.
Freddy Whoa: Both competitors down on the canvas. Challenger, and Champion.
Zach Davis: They need to get up or consider this match a no contest unless Nathan has something slick up his sleeve.
The heart of a champion; both men make it back up to their feet. Alpine steps forward, and nails a right forearm. Psychopomp return with a Knife Edge Chop into his chest. Both men start trading back, and forth but none is letting up on slowing down or not giving it their all.
Zach Davis: They are going wild! Shot after shot!
Freddy Whoa: But Alpine stops him with a knee into the ribs.
Psychopomp is bent down in the center, and Alpine runs back to the ropes, and rebounds back down to him to get Dropkicked into the mat. Off getting back up again, he gets Dropkicked down into the canvas yet again. Third time's a charm, Psychopomp manages to Hurricarranna him down out of the ring.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOO! PSYCHO! PSYCHO! PSYCHO!
Brent is outside on the ring standing to cover his face, and his opponent ignites the key to spark a very fast run.
Freddy Whoa: Incoming!
He dives through the top, and middle rope to barge his weight into Brent. Both men down on the ringside mat and the crowd stands on their feet enjoying every moment of the match.
Freddy Whoa: Suicide dive to Brent Alpine, and Psychopomp is already fired up! He’s thrown him back into the ring, and he’s climbing up the top rope!
As Freddy commentated, Psychopomp is perched on the top turnbuckle. Brent gets up, and he leaps halfway across the ring as Psycho Missile Dropkicks him down into the corner where his back slams against the turnbuckles. Snapping face first on the mat due to the pain coursing through it.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
A pin attempt is made, and Nathan manages to actually get excited into the match to count fairly.
But an arm is shot up. Psycho doesn’t know what to do, and he’s getting desperate. Helping Brent back to his feet but that was a mistake too. He digs his thumb into the eyes of the contender; temporarily blinding him until shooting up that right leg to kick him in the ribs. Groggy before him, no time wasted, and he lifts him up seated on his shoulders to Powerbomb him down onto his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Psychopomp’s neck almost snapped from the impact of that high angled Powerbomb by Brent!
Freddy Whoa: And to get that, he had to rake the eyes of his opponent. It just shows how desperate a champion is willing to go to ensure he doesn’t lose the belt.
Keeping him on his shoulders, another pin attempt is made by the champion.
Psychopomp kicks out, and Brent is thrown down onto his ass. He looks back to Nathan who tells him it’s a two count but doesn’t believe him. Instead, they’re both arguing, and Nathan just brushes him off but Psycho is already in the corner using the ropes to help him back on his feet.
Crowd: PSYCHO! PSYCHO! PSYCHO!
Opportunity set; doors open. Brent charges across the ring, and Psycho moves out of the way to run into the ropes. He meets Brent who underhooks the left arm, and slides under his legs to apply the Double Pumphandle until getting back up to flip him upside down, and catch his waist to drive his neck after sitting down with him.
Freddy Whoa: Fruit of the Vine! Fruit of the Vine! The trademark move of Brent Apline! A Double Pumphandle Wheelbarrow Driver, and Psychopomp’s shoulders are flat on the canvas.
Zach Davis: It’s over, Brent is going to retain the belt!
Brent is nodding his head back, and forth but something is wrong. Nathan is leaned back against the ropes with his arms folded. No count made; Brent is absolutely furious this time but he can’t do anything as Nathan keeps pointing at his referee shirt.
Zach Davis: SEE! This is exactly what I’m talking about, Nathan can’t do anything but make himself the center of attention no matter where he goes. This match isn’t even about him!
While Brent is arguing, he gets rolled up by Psychopomp on the mat. Nathan quickly scurries to the canvas, and begins the count.
Brent kicks out, and Psychopomp also screams at Nathan to make sure he is counting right. Already fed up with the lazy responsibilities Nathan has. Psycho reverts back to Brent, and quickly helps him back up to his feet. No time wasted, he picks him over his right shoulder, and bends down to land a Northern Lights Suplex in the center of the ring with the shoulders down.
Zach Davis: And Psychopomp’s signature move, the Shot. Pin at-- ARE YOU KIDDING ME NATHAN?! REALLY?
Nathan is seen on his feet, and he’s completely texting on his cellphone. No mind being paid attention to the pin attempt, and Psycho sits up very upset at his childish behavior.
Crowd: NATHAN SUCKS! NATHAN SUCKS! NATHAN SUCKS!
Freddy Whoa: It’s very clear that Nathan wants absolutely nothing to do with this match at hand, and he’s showing it intensely.
Psychopomp stands on his feet, and walks around while Nathan continues texting. Out of nowhere, he charges into Nathan; leaping sideways in the air to to kick his knee out, and nail him in the head. Nathan launches over the top rope, and spring rolls down onto the ringside mat temporarily knocked out.
Zach Davis: THANK YOU GOD! THANK YOU GOD! THANK YOU!
Don’t thank him too yet. Psychopomp made one mistake; turning his back on his opponent. Brent managed to turn him around, and kick him into the ribs. The finishing touches are when he hooks his own opponent’s arm around the neck, and swings him around to drive that exposed neck onto the canvas again.
Freddy Whoa: THE GLOW WORM! HE’S OUT BUT WHERE IS THE OTHER REFEREE? OH WAIT, HERE HE COMES!
One of the referees from the back charges down to the ring as Brent drags Psychopomp’s limp body into the center to roll him down onto his back, and raise his leg for the pin attempt. The referee slides into the ring, and delivers the count!
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and still the WCF Television Champion, Brent Alpine!
Alpine quickly receives help from the referee to even stand with his back in serious pain. The WCF Television Championship is received in the hands of the defending champion as he raises it high.
Zach Davis: Well, Brent Alpine may have retained but Nathan Chambers did a terrible job. If anyone is to blame for the outcome, Nathan Chambers. Congratulations to Brent Alpine but very more so to Psychopomp for a very great performance.
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the Arena as Gemini Battle with his ‘traditional’ white face makeup with blood red lips smeared from ear to ear in a sinister infinite smile. He is flanked by his valet Invidia, who looks like a female version of him, pale white with a similar crimson smile from ear to ear with platinum blonde air and dressed in a purple business suit similar to Gemini’s disheveled one with a tear going up the sides of the legs up to the knees that inconspicuously hid her baby bump.
Freddy Whoa: That fuck came out to two different songs last week. He don’t got his shit together, we’ve known that for a while now.
Zach Davis: Well the crowd loves having him here, and he’s embracing the response!
Gemini claps the hands of the outstretched fans but keeps his stoic look on his face as he gets to the ring. Invidia steps in first and holds the ropes open for him and he steps through. He grabs a microphone and addresses the crowd.
Gemini: PURE EVIL!
Crowd: PURE EEE-VIL… PURE EEE-VIL
Gemini: You assholes really will do whatever I say, huh? How about this… SEX WITH CORPSES (CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!)
Crowd: SEX WITH CORPSES (CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!)….. SEX WITH CORPSES (CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!)
Gemini: Ok…ok. I’ve got one more. LETS GO SETH LERCH (CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!)
Gemini: Ah, you do have a spine. Kinda. You aren’t just a bunch of mindless sheeple that I have the ability to herd… or are you. Because you see I was proving a point. I was proving a point that I KNEW you hated Seth Lerch especially after what he did to the fed. And look at it now.
Stuart Slane is the World Champion… Garbage!
Nathan Chambers is the Hardcore Champion… GARBAGE!
Teddy Blaze and Zombie McMorris have the same stranglehold they’ve had on their titles… GARBAGE
Kevin Bishop is the US Champion…
Gemini: Brent Alpine is the TV Champ…
Gemini: And Freezer Burn and Night Rider are your ‘Tag Team Champs’… garbage. And that’s why I’m here tonight. Andre Holmes is gone… he ain’t coming back, and good rittens I say. He was holding me back. Rebellution is gone, MY stable was dismantled by the actions of Seth Lerch and I’m the only one remaining after the mass exodus and carnage. That’s all well and good but the worst thing that he did was take away MY TAG TEAM TITLES!
Gemini: I know, right! Fuck! All because I don’t have a partner… and that’s why the following match is happening. The GBIBRTDWWBTNSHOTWCFTTC BATTLE ROYAL…PATENT APPROVED! And here are your contenders…
A slew of jobbers come down the entrance ramp as Gemini announces them…
Gemini: Fister Mantastsic… Caledfwich…Sarita Negro…Toby Hamburger…Shredder…Bebop…Rocksteady…Krang…Sylvester Gambino…the Job City Jobbers…The Enterprise Spock T Kirk… Corey White… Black Corey… Dave Zachary… Fredrick Uh…Frank Brown…Kyle Bronze… and last but not least… MIDGET SETH LERCH!
At the very end a small person wearing a Metallica graphic T-Shirt with a “Hi My Name is Seth Lerch” sticker walks out. HE starts yelling at people and then grabs a broom and yells… ‘YOU’RE FIRED!” at it before dropping it laughing and making his way to the ring. Gemini steps out and stands on the outside.
Gemini: Hit the bell…
The sound of Motorcycles plays throughout the Arena as Thomas Bates enters through the entrance ramp. Gemini gets up and looks pissed at the ramp where the Mountain stands tall wearing a leather jacket over his wrestling trunks.
Gemini: What the fuck are you doing here, Bates!?!?
Thomas Bates: You forgot one last participant for the Battle Royal?
Gemini: You better not be saying what I think you’re saying?
Thomas Bates: If what you think that I think I’m saying is that I’M the last participant… then yea, that’s what I’m saying!
Gemini: NO! Shut up, asshats! No DRG. There is no DRG. When we have a common enemy then the enemy of my enemy is my friend, but when you bailed on me while I was going through my transition… when you just up and left… that’s not what a friend does… and when my son died I didn’t even get a fucking phone call from you, Bates. You were too busy running your mouth trying to become a Senator in an obviously failed attempt.
Thomas Bates: I owe you many apologies, Gemini… and perhaps we can meet over a beer… you can have some Chiante… and we can have those words in private where they belong. But for now we DO have a common goal. We BOTH want to be Tag Team Champions and we both want to shove those titles down Seth’s throat!
Gemini shrugs but then regains his non-composure.
Gemini: Listen you… stop walking towards the ring…
Bates ignores the request as he takes tremendous strides towards the ring.
Gemini: Don’t you take another step towards the ring…
He takes another step…
Gemini: Don’t you DARE climb those steps…
He climbs the steps…
Gemini: Don’t even THINK about stepping over the top rope…
He steps over the top rope into the ring…
Gemini: DON’T RING THE BELL!
Thomas Bates: Ring the bell!
Bates runs forward and clotheslines the Job City Jobbers over the top rope first before turning around. Many guys eliminate themselves over the top rope after seeing the newest participant in the match.
The rest of the wrestlers look at each other and decide to team up on Bates. In unison Caledfwich, Sarita Negro, Toby Hamburger, Shredder, Bebop, Rocksteady, Krang, Sylvester Gambino , and The Enterprise Spock T Kirk charge towards Bates and one-by one Bates easily disposes of each and every one of those competitors leaving Bates, Fister Mantastic and Midget Seth Lerch. Fister Mantastsic begins to strip down to his skinnies as Bates runs forward with a Bates Boot turning Fister Mantastic into a pile of dust and bones on the ground over the top rope and to the floor.
And then it was just Bates and Midget Seth Lerch. Bates easily grabs the man and lifts him over his head in a gorilla press… He then tosses him over the top rope and into the crowd…
Freddy Whoa: He must have thrown him 43 feet!
Zach Davis: that’s XIII feet further than he threw Gemini in their first ever encounter!
Gemini: Fuck you Bates… you win!
Gemini said with a sadistic smile on his face. Bates remains in the ring barely having broken a sweat smiling back at his new partner. Gemini begins to exit without saying another word leaving Bates alone in the ring.
Zach Davis: Well I’ve just heard that somehow this whole thing is official and it’s going to be a DRG Reunion with Thomas Bates and Gemini Battle as the challengers facing off against Freezer Burn and Night Rider for the WCF Tag Team Championship next week at Slam.
Gemini: In the Main Event!
Zach Davis: Well I don’t think THAT’S true…
Oh yeah! The moment the world has been waiting for from the jump. After his great victory from Blast, Stuart Slane has been an impressive WCF World Champion but Oblivion wants revenge; and what better way to do so then beat Stuart Slane to become a multiple-time World Champion. Solidifying his spot even more in the WCF Hall of Fame.
Zach Davis: And now here is the time that you’ve all been waiting for, the main event! Stuart Slane will defend the WCF World Championship against Oblivion, and I can’t wait. Freddy, and I made a beat.
Freddy Whoa: Betting odds were placed in, and Stuart Slane came out the favourite but Oblivion defeated the former seven-time World Champion Logan who later then lost it to Jeff Purse. The lineage now falls to Stuart Slane but Oblivion wants the World Title back around his waist.
Zach Davis: If I had to choose anyone out of the two -- even though I don’t want to -- my money's on Oblivion. How about you Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: I’ll take Stuart Slane any day but now let’s get right down into the entrances of both the champion, and the challenger!
The Nationwide Center in Ohio is butch dark. Nothing can be seen except the hundreds of phone lights being waved around but colored lights start flickering around as “Click Click Boom” by Saliva begins playing. They know who it is; two bright spotlight emerges on the stage to show Oblivion standing with his arms spread wide.
Slowly walking in that power like stance. His black mask designed in black mesh to cover his entire dark, and mysterious face, that slayer t-shirt, and torn black combat boots. Throw a little wrestle gear on it with the black elbow pads, and wrist tapes. Oblivion is here in Ohio, and the crowd notices the explosives fireworks emerging behind him for that fiery hell visual effect.
Crowd: OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI!
Zach Davis: You’re looking at one of the most dominant men in the history of WCF; a living breathing entity that feasts on fear, and blood. Oblivion is a former three time WCF World Champion, and tonight might be the night, he becomes a four-time WCF World Champion.
Freddy Whoa: His record stands out more than anyone in the company. Eight-time Hardcore Champion, two-time Television Champion, two-time Tag Team Champion, and a former United States Champion. Let’s not forget 2010 Trilogy Cup Winner. Oblivion is destined for WCF Hall of Fame.
Oblivion is already inside the ring, and he’s so desperately waiting on the match to begin. Kyle Steel, and the senior referee are keeping their distance at the enraged, and focused monster; the music fades, and lights are back to normal. Now Ohio is really giving their opinions on Oblivion.
Crowd: OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI!
“Conquistador” by Procol Harum is the second of the two entrance music to start playing, and the crowd of Ohio are off their feet in the Nationwide, Center. Stuart Slane comes out with the WCF World Title over his left shoulder; wearing his green short sleeve compression shirt, tan carpenter shorts, and a brown belt with matching hike boots. Stuart raises title high, and Oblivion is busy in the ring glaring at it intensely.
Stuart continues on his path to the ring, interacting with the fans at ringside. Both men just can’t take their eyes off each other in this intensifying, and terrifying staredown. The World Champion walks around the ring, mixing it up with his fans who love, and support him.
Freddy Whoa: Our reigning, defending, and undisputed champion of the world in Wrestling Championship Federation. Stuart Slane overcame the odds, and became the 2016 WCF Classic Winner, and WCF World Champion.
Zach Davis: The Scoutmaster to World Champion. Stuart, you’ve done it all, and now your first test is the former three time WCF World Champion. This could be the match of the decade. Stuart Slane against Oblivion for the WCF World Championship!
Stuart stands in his own corner with the World Title over his left shoulder, and Oblivion is directly facing him. Kyle Steel stands in the middle between them, and the production team signals the lights to be on only the ring as everything else falls to darkness.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen, this match is the main event scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from The Euphoria! At six feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 325 pounds. He is “The God of Enlightenment” Oblivion!
Oblivion raises his arms outwards, screaming at the top of his lungs. Mouthing off very graphic expletives to Stuart Slane who is exempt from fear when up against this God of Insanity. Kyle Steel continues on with the introductions.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Grant, Iowa! At six feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 270 pounds! He is the WCF World Champion, Stuart Slane!
Slane keeps the strap of the belt in his right hand, and raises it high. He gives it to the referee after gently kissing the gold, and Kyle Steel is out of the ring. Both competitors nods, agreeing to go forward with the match. Lights on, cameras set. This World Title match is underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Stuart, and Oblivion both leave their corners; both trailing the ring one step at a time in a normal pace of the match. The crowd are really interested for the two well respected, and loved competitors to hash it all for the biggest prize in the company. On paper, Oblivion has the advantage of weight size. Stuart, and Oblivion both manage to lock up inside of the ring.
Traditional collar, and elbow tie-up. Oblivion pushes him back harshly, straining his back against the ropes that the referee has to step in.
He slaps the shit out of Stuart.
Freddy Whoa: Talk about laying down a statement and getting inside the mind of the World Champion. Oblivion has no care for what’s gonna happen to Stuart, the World Title is all that matters.
Zach Davis: Some say it’s disrespectful, it’s what you gotta do to get the advantage in this mental warfare of this very big match.
Oblivion, and Stuart continues on their way around the ring. Of course, the former Scoutmaster is not pretty happy about being slapped in the face; fortunately, a chance of redemption is met when they lock up again in the center of the ring. Stuart hooks the right arm of Oblivion, and shifts it behind him to a Hammerlock.
The arm is pretty tight, and Oblivion is in a bad position. Using his power advantage, he breaks the hold off, and slaps him in the face harshly with a forearm shot that stumbles him back a little. Insult to injury when Oblivion demands Stuart to try that again, and all he can do is smile at the welcome challenge.
Crowd: OBI! OBI! OBI! OBI!
Stuart comes into Oblivion’s space, and starts whipping his chin with European Uppercuts. Back to back, the shots keep flourishing in that keeps the monster at bay against the ropes. Leaning against them, he steps back, and launches the monster-- scratch that. Oblivion spins around, and launches him instead.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion spins around to reverse the irish whip, and Stuart Slane rebounded off the ropes to come back to Oblivion in the middle of the ring.
Oblivion steps forward, and Shoulder Barges him down into the canvas. Running off to the side, he rebounds to hop over the body of Stuart turned on his chest. Both men back up; Oblivion springs off the other ropes attempting to Shoulder Barge Oblivion but he just stands up while turning his head sideways.
Zach Davis: Anything Oblivion, Stuart can do better? Oblivion is saying right now that Stuart just cannot overpower the God of Insanity.
Stuart makes a quick trick by faking running to the ropes, and just uppercuts him in the throat. Another European uppercut is uprooted under the chin of Oblivion currently rocking him where he suffers a kick into his stomach. He runs back into the ropes, and springs off only for to launch him into the air, and drive his back off the mat with a beautifully done Back Body Drop.
Zach Davis: We always forget the unsettling power of Oblivion; able to throw up a 250 pounder guy without ease. Rumor has it that his power is beyond this world, and now here’s the first pin attempt of the match.
Stuart kicks right out of the pin attempt, and Oblivion secures the mount; pinning his body weight to get that extra heavy forearms over the skull of Stuart. Pound after pound. His head keeps snapping back until the referee forces him off. Both men back up, and Stuart is slammed onto the canvas with a strong Scoop Slam from the number one contender.
He gets that extra spring from the ropes at the side to return at the fallen Stuart but stumbles on getting a leg drop. His opponent moved out of the way, and now Stuart takes it upon himself to get back up. A quick kick into the spine of Oblivion emits a scream, and then dropping him to his back with a sliding clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Stuart Slane, the World Champion, turning the tide of this match again after delivering a basement clothesline into the chest of the number one contender.
Ohio is no sucker to rivalries. Stuart drags the contender into the corner, and Oblivion is stuck where he can’t even get out. His body is squashed in the corner with a great Avalanche from the champion but also struck with a quick elbow that forces him to walk into the center. Stuart finally manages to drop Oblivion to the canvas with a powerful running Shoulder Block into his chest.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOO! SLANE! SLANE! SLANE!
Oblivion rolls out of the ring to gather some of his thoughts, and recuperate from the humiliating beatdown he received. Stuart, on the other hand, exits the ropes to stand on the apron edge. Slane runs across the apron, and crossbodies the large contender down to the ringside mat; the referee forced to start counting.
Zach Davis: Oh my!
Freddy Whoa: Stuart Slane showing he can also fly; running across the apron to throw down the World Champion into the ringside mat. Ohio is loving every second of this match, World Title on the line!
Slane is back up on his feet, and Oblivion too. Another uppercut into the throat of the monster pulverizes him to lean against the steel steps. When the champion steps forward, he is shut down into the apron edge with a push kick into his chest but then his body is converted into a wrecking ball as he’s sent against the steel steps. They collide into the barricade, and Slane is down clutching his head.
Zach Davis: Oblivion sent Stuart Slane barraging through the steel steps, and he suffered a gruesome head first crash into the steel structure.
Both men are back in, and Oblivion follows behind the world champion for the pin attempt again in the center.
Stuart kicks out from the pin, and Oblivion responds by dragging his body into an unoccupied corner. Dragging him up by a handful of hair, he launches the champion into the corner; back scraping against the turnbuckles. The former Scoutmaster thought he was safe but until getting squashed with his own version of the Avalanche.
Then switching their bodies around, he snap suplexes him into the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: What a combination by Oblivion!
Freddy Whoa: A corner avalanche followed by a snap suplex into the turnbuckles. Slane’s back must be on fire after getting nailed into the hard structure.
Once again, another pin attempt is made down onto the World Champion.
Another kick-out, and Oblivion grabs the referee who is freaking out. He shoves him aside, and quickly grabs a hold the legs of Stuart who locks in the Boston Crab, working the back of the man.
Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!
Stuart’s back is in serious trouble. The weight is crushing down on his spine, and Oblivion is torquing that spine in directions it shouldn’t even go. Ohio begging for him not to tap, and Stuart is clawing down on the canvas to drag the combined weight as much as he can.
Freddy Whoa: Boston Crab is locked in, and now he can barely even get out of the submission.
Zach Davis: No Freddy! He’s dragging their weight, he’s going to get the rope-break!
Oblivion is smarter than that. Dragging back into the center of the ring, and now locking in the Sleeper Hold with the former Scoutmaster seated on his ass. He’s flailing his arms everywhere, and the God of Enlightenment is just chuckling behind his mask. Quickly hooking his head from above, he leaps up until busting his chin on top of his head.
Zach Davis: Chin-breaker! Chin breaker by the world champion to get out of the submission!
His opponent is stunned until relocking in the Sleeper Hold to drag him back up to his feet then lifting him up onto his left shoulder to drive him back down to the mat with a Belly to Back Suplex.
Freddy Whoa: Belly to Back Suplex, and the pin attempt is thrown again.
Another kick out by the world champion. Really displaying how crazy, and resilient he is. Oblivion drags him up by the face, and drags him out to stand on the apron.
Crowd: SLANE! SLANE! SLANE! SLANE!
Both men leaning against the ropes for support until Oblivion forearms him down into the chin to set up for a side suplex off the apron.
Freddy Whoa: Oh boy! Oblivion is looking ready to end the match right here. He’s setting up for that side suplex off the ap-- no, Slane is fighting back!
Damn right. Stuart bursts out of nowhere with a huge amount of uppercuts right under the mask of Oblivion that keeps him startled; unfortunately, a quick Superkick by the large monster strikes the nose of the world champion.
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK! CAN YOU SAY NITE-NITE STAURT SLANE?
But Stuart hangs on, Oblivion made the mistake of running as Slane quickly manages to lift the monster, and Twisting Powerslams him down onto the edge of the apron. Both men fall down onto the ringside mat in complete pain!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOH! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
The referee is forced to count as both men are down outside the ring.
Zach Davis: When you thought you saw it all, WCF is right around the corner to prove you wrong.
Freddy Whoa: Stuart Slane possesses the heart of a champion, and damn sure the resiliency of a bull. Oblivion has thrown so many shots but nothing has managed to put him down yet.
Both competitors make it inside of the ring before the ten was thrown. It takes a minute but they manage to get back up onto their feet. Oblivion strikes him with an uppercut, and Slane responds with one of his own. Out of nowhere, they start slugging it in the middle of the ring; the crowd on their feet going wild.
Zach Davis: THEY’RE JUST GOING WILD! WHAT THE HELL MAN?! THEY’RE NOT GOING TO STOP!
Stuart ducks under a forearm, and spins around with a Discus Elbow into the mask of Oblivion. The sheer impact knocks him into the ropes, and he rebounds off the ropes to drive his knee off the face of Slane with a knee lift. The world champion is currently stunned, and Oblivion carries him in a Fireman’s Carry.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
He runs to the ropes but Stuart manages to land onto the apron behind the ropes. Oblivion knocks him off the apron barely; giving him enough time to run to the ropes, and rebound off for a Baseball Slide. However, Stuart ducks out of the way until charging back to spear the man-- strike. The World Champion scoops him up to his shoulder before One-Amr Power Slamming him through the announce table.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The men lay down on the destroyed announce table. Referee checking down on the competitors laying on the broken, and torn pieces. Commentators getting out of the way; shocked by what the champion just did.
Freddy Whoa: Stuart Slane just completely took out Oblivion by hitting the Runaway Slane through the announce table. We may need to call the-- WHAT?! HOW IS HE EVEN GETTING UP?!
The World Champion manages to get back up barely, and slowly drags the contender into the ring. A pin attempt is made near the ropes, and the senior official slides in to count the pinfall.
No! Rope-break! Stuart can’t believe it, he crawls into the center begging for God. Demanding the referee to just call the match, Oblivion sit up like he’s a new man, and gets back up. When Slane turns around, he gets kicked in the ribs only to receive a Double Underhook DDT into the mat, finishing move of Oblivion!
Freddy Whoa: DIRTNAP! FINISHING MOVE OF OBLIVION! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION! THE PIN IS MADE!
NO! Stuart kicks out of the pin with a shoulder up just before the referee’s finger touches the canvas.
Zach Davis: HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? HE--WHAT?!!!
Oblivion can’t believe it either but what he has to do is put him down before it’s all too late. He crawls down over to the corner, and starts climbing right up to the top rope. Perching himself on the top turnbuckle until leaping backwards into a moonsault, and landing on him!
Freddy Whoa: OBI-SAU--
Not really. Slane timed it perfectly by locking in the Inverted Texas Cloverleaf with the Gorilla Clutch variation. Oblivion is locked in with nowhere to go. Slane having the legs tied around his chest, hands locked into the legs wrapped.
Crowd: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
Zach Davis: KNOTTED UP! KNOTTED UP! IS THIS IT?! IS THIS IT?!
He begins dragging himself down to the ropes. He’s almost there, a little more and he….taps out.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and still the WCF World Champion, Stuart Slane!
Stuart, and Oblivion are down for the count but Slane lies down on his back with the title on his chest, clutching it for dear life.
Freddy Whoa: AFTER EVERYTHING! The World Champion, Stuart Slane, came out with the victory, and retained his belt. A big performance by Oblivion but tonight it ends with the champion. See you next week on Slam! The last stop before Ultimate Showdown!
Slam fades to black.