Live from the Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, New Hampshire

Internet Title Match Contract Signing

As Slam! fades back in from commercial, the audience is greeted by a strange sight. The ring apron has been replaced by a dark red color, and an elaborate table and chair have been set up in the center of the ring.

Perhaps even stranger than that, however, is that standing in the ring is the owner of WCF, Seth Lerch. The audience takes turns booing him and occasionally throwing garbage, but the owner smirks and calls for a microphone.

Seth Lerch: Alright, let’s get this over with. I swear, we have one of these things every week.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am here tonight to mediate the contract signing for an internet championship match. Thus it is my duty to introduce to you, the challenger, Baron Henker Von Massacre.

“Raining Blood” echoes throughout the arena as the audience reacts with a chorus of outraged boos. After a few moments, Baron steps through the curtain, a cocky grin on his face as he waves to the audience sarcastically. He has to sidestep thrown cups as he makes his way down to the ring, his custom 3-piece suit only barely avoiding a splash of cola.

He makes his way through the ropes and shakes Seth’s hand before turning towards the audience and making a belt motion with his hands. He turns and sits in one of the chairs and picks a microphone up off the table.

Baron: Thank you Seth for that marvelous introduction. I know this is the part where I’m supposed to say ‘may the best man win’, but let’s be honest with ourselves, we all know who that is going to be.

Seth rolls his eyes and motions for Baron to wrap it up.

Baron: And now, let’s give a warm welcome to our so-called ‘champion’, Teddy Blaze!

“When the Levee Breaks” plays throughout the arena as the crowd responds with cheers, though Blaze would hardly be considered a good guy, they prefer anyone to Baron.

After a few moments, the internet champion appears on the ramp, dressed not in a suit or even a collared shirt, but instead in his trademark red jacket over a torn black T-shirt and blue Jeans. He grins and holds up the internet championship to the crowd as he walks towards the ring, and the crowd responds with cheers.

Blaze rolls under the ropes, belt tucked under one arm, and smiles at the Baron, his eyes hidden behind the cold red lenses, and stares. Baron reaches out to offer a handshake, an extremely cocky grin on his face, but Blaze simply stares at Baron, the smile etched across his face. After a few seconds, a confused baron turns his hand up and flips off the Internet champ, who simply stares, unflinching.

Seth taps his hand on the table, then points at his wrist where a watch would be, and Blaze slowly picks up a microphone, eyes never leaving Baron.

Baron: I’ve got to hand it to you Blaze, I never thought that I would get you in this ring tonight.

Blaze silently picks up the contract, and grabs a pen, writing on the document.

Baron: I mean, it should hardly be surprising, you were shockingly easy to goad on, and now you’re signing away your title reign. After all, why bother with a contendership match when we all know who the REAL internet Champion is, right Teddy?

Blaze pauses, the pen staying still on the contract for a moment.

Baron: Oh did I touch a nerve? Maybe I’ve hit on some kind of insecurity. Maybe the reason that you were so hesitant to answer my challenge is because you’re too much of a pussy to defend that strap of yours!

Blaze looks at Baron, then looks at Seth, Seth looks at Blaze, who looks back at Baron, and then Blaze begins laughing.

Baron: What’s the matter, Blaze, you realizing that I tricked you? That I got you to give me the title shot I was always going to get by preying on your insecurity? On your weakness? Are you realizing that you’ve played directly into my hands?

Blaze turns towards Seth and motions for a microphone. Seth hands his to Blaze and Blaze turns towards Baron.

Teddy Blaze: Actually Baron, I just can’t believe you got in the same ring with me.

As Blaze drops the microphone, he slowly turns around the clipboard, where instead of a signature, Blaze has written in all capital letters across the document:


Before Baron can react, Blaze slams the clipboard across his face! Baron falls to the ground clutching at his jaw in agony as Blaze rips the document from the clipboard and shreds it, hurling it like confetti into the front row! Baron tries to roll to his feet, but Blaze grabs him around the neck!

Seth Lerch: Wait just a damn minute! Now I’m the one in charge of this show, and I’m not going to let you just-

Blaze pauses, holding Baron’s limp form, and stares at Seth, cocking one eyebrow as his lip curls into an angry sneer.

The Owner stares for a moment and throws his hands up in exasperation.

Seth Lerch: Oh fuck it. But you’re paying for that Table, Blaze!

That’s all Blaze needs to hear, and he grabs Baron and picks him up, hanging him overhead as the audience eagerly calls for blood!

Then finally, he drops Baron with a delayed suplex through the table! Baron has been caught completely off-guard and lays in agony as Blaze picks up a microphone.

Teddy Blaze: You want a shot at the internet championship, Baron? You come back when you’ve earned one!

Blaze tosses the microphone and holds up the internet title over his head as the crowd roars in approval!

The camera lingers on the champion for a moment before cutting to a disgruntled looking Seth Lerch making his way up the ramp.

Dion Necurat vs Christopher Mathias vs Alex Winterz vs John Thomas

Zach Davis: Well lets get this show on the road with an exciting fatal four-way!

The camera pans to the ring, where Christopher Mathias, Alex Winterz, and John Thomas are waiting for their last opponent. On cue, Battle Metal begins to play, as Dion Necurat makes his way to the ring. He is also accompanied by a middle-aged man wearing a suit, top hat, and carrying a cane.

Freddy Whoa: Now here’s a guy we can get behind and say “so long sucker!”

Zach Davis: Hey, that isn’t fair. Since joining WCF, Dion Necurat has been unable to get a single win, and on top of that, has also been pinned in every match he has been a part of!

Freddy Whoa: And as we saw in our latest video package, he vowed to win this next match, or walk straight out the door.

Zach Davis: Maybe we’ll see if his new manager, Albert Divine, gave him any help for this important match. Remember; if Dion is pinned, it is over for his career.

Dion stepped through the ropes, handing the lion pelt to Albert Divine, and stared intently at his opponents.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen! The following Fatal Four-Way match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Syracuse, New York; weighing in at 235 pounds; CHRISTOPHER MATHIAS!!

Mathias twirls his hands in a “move it along” gesture, to both cheering and booing from the crowd.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Rochester, New York; weighing in at 225 lbs. ALEX WINTERZ!

Alex gives a yip and raises his hands, pointing at a few fans as they cheer him on.

Freddy Whoa: Apparently it’s a New York battle…

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Birmingham Alabama-

Freddy Whoa: Welp, nevermind.

Kyle Steel: weighing in at 235 lb. “The International Bad Boy,” JOHN THOMAS!

John turns to the crowd, first raising his arms to shower in boos, then giving two big birds to the crowd.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from-

Albert Divine stepped onto the apron, motioning to Kyle for the microphone.

Zach Davis: Well that’s…odd.

Freddy Whoa: What? What does he want to say?

Kyle reluctantly hands the microphone to Albert and stands aside. Albert clears his throat.

Albert Divine: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS OF ALL AGES! Tonight, for possibly the last night, The Crimson Liontamer will entice you…entertain you…make you fall in love with him. This man *pointing to Dion* will leave you in tears, either good or bad. HAILING! From Minneapolis, MN, AND WEIGHING! At 270 lbs. The Crimson Liontamer, and member of The Side Show…DION NECURAT!

Dion roars to the crowd, roaring in response. Albert hands the mic back to Kyle, giving him a thanks, and steps back out of the ring.


Zach Davis: And here we go! These four will-

Freddy Whoa: I hate to cut you off right away, but we’ve got a gang-up already!

Mathias and Thomas ran to Dion’s corner, delivering punches. Dion covered as best he could, but the numbers were too much. He slumped further into the corner, where the duo traded stomps. The referee tried what he could to pull the two men off, but Mathias peeled off to argue with him while Thomas continued. “STAY OUT OF MY RING!” Thomas shouted, continuing with the stomps.

Freddy Whoa: This may be over before it even begins!

Zach Davis: It is terrible, but can’t be helped. In a match like this, someone is going to get…hold on a minute!

Alex Winterz charged toward Dion’s corner, grabbing Thomas by the waist. Thomas, momentarily distracted by the waist grab, threw elbows at Winterz in an attempt to shake him off. Winterz was hit by the first two, forcing him to let go. Mathias turned Winterz around and delivered a suplex to him. While this was going on, Dion powered out of the corner, taking Thomas off his feet with a ferocious clothesline.

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOA!

Zach Davis: You said it! Dion is not playing around!

While Thomas rolled out of the ring, Dion looked toward Mathias, just getting up from his suplex. “HEY! ASSHOLE!” he shouted, trying to get Mathias’s attention. While turning, Dion came up on him, planting a big boot into his chest. Mathias winced, also rolling to the edge of the ring. Winterz climbed back to his feet, staring down Dion. The fans began to get into the match as the two standing competitors locked up. Dion transitioned to a rear naked hold, then sent Winterz to the ropes. On the rebound, Dion would attempt another clothesline, but Winterz ducked, rebounding off the other ropes. Winterz looked for a bulldog, but Dion was ready with an elbow to the chest. He spun around, sending Winterz back to the ropes, and tossing him to the air on the rebound.

Zach Davis: An impressive flapjack being delivered by Necurat.

Freddy Whoa: Hopefully the others can get in the mix before this match ends.

Dion turned to face Mathias, but was too late to move, as Mathias flew at him with a flying cross body. Mathias put his shoulders to the mat.



Dion was able to kick out. He rolled instinctively to the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: I don’t usually say this…but these new guys are really impressive!

Zach Davis: It is a wonder that Dion is able to keep up in this match. Remember; if Dion is pinned, he is leaving WCF.

Freddy Whoa: I’m putting my money on it.

Mathias kept his attention to Dion, mocking him with stomps. Meanwhile, Thomas dragged Winterz to the floor, letting him land forcefully on the ground. Thomas stood Winterz up, whipping him into the barricade. Winterz slumped against the wall, collecting himself. Thomas gave the crowd a smirk, soaking in the boos and telling off one of the rowdier fans. Thomas grabbed Winterz again, and eyed the steps.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Thomas isn’t playing around either, setting up Winterz for a one-way ticket to the steps. This won’t be-OH!

Winterz reversed the whip, sending Thomas careening into the steel steps.

Zach Davis: This match has been full of surprises! It is anyone’s match at this point!

Freddy Whoa: Which is unfortunate for Necurat.

Mathias and Dion traded punches in the ring. The crowd cheered for each punch Dion delivered, and booed for every punch Mathias brought down. Mathias had the better of the exchange, staggering Dion. Mathias then threw out an impressive kick combination.

Zach Davis: Right spin-wait, left spin-hold on, DROPKICK! Mathias is in the zone!

Freddy Whoa: And he isn’t done yet! Look!

Mathias took a few paces back, delivering a shining wizard to Dion.

Zach Davis: Things are not looking good for Dion.

Mathias smirked to the booing, placing one foot on Dion’s chest. He barked at the ref to count the pin.



Freddy Whoa: So long Necurat! …WAIT A MINUTE!

Winterz slid back in the ring, shoving Mathias off of Dion and breaking the pin. Immediately, Winterz went to pin Dion.



Dion kicked out. Mathias became visibly enraged while Winterz looked down in disbelief.

Zach Davis: Necurat is still in! And Mathias is NOT happy with this!

Freddy Whoa: Would you? Winterz cost him the match!

Winterz stood up, staring down an irate Mathias. Mathias chewed him out, and delivered a very audible slap across Winterz’s face. Winterz reeled, the audience shouting “OOOOOOOoooooo.” Winterz turned back to him, his eyes now in fury, as he leapt forward, throwing a flurry of punches and backing Mathias into a corner.


Freddy Whoa: Winterz is hailing down with the knife-edge chops to Mathias!

Zach Davis: That will definitely leave a mark!

While Winterz was chopping at Mathias, Thomas rolled back into the ring, and stood himself up, waiting for Winterz to turn. Dion had moved himself over to the ropes to not be in the way while he recovered. Winterz delivered one final chop before Mathias, in his rage, slammed Winterz in the chest with a Zidane-style headbutt. Winterz backed off, and turned around to find Dion.

Zach Davis: Vicious headbutt from Mathias! Winterz is definit-

Freddy Whoa: Hold on look out!

When Winterz turned, Thomas was there to meet him…and delivered a superkick to his jaw. Winterz span back around, caught by Mathias, and crouched over for a bomb…or was it?

Freddy Whoa: SUPERKICK INTO A CANADIAN DESTROYER! The Bad Intentions Kick went right into Mathias’s finisher: The Mathias Part 2! COVER!



Zach Davis: This is it-OOOOOOOOH!!!

Thomas broke up the pin by delivering another superkick to Mathias.


Thomas looked around the ring, at the carnage that was left. He held his arms out to soak in the boos while Mathias clutched at his head. Winterz had rolled himself out of the ring, whereas Dion had managed to get to his feet. The crowd cheered enthusiastically behind him as Thomas shouted, “THIS IS MY RING!!” He then turned, having not noticed Dion before then. Dion delivered a series of rapid-fire punches, putting Thomas down to the mat.

Zach Davis: A flurry of punches puts Thomas down!

Freddy Whoa: Sorry mate, it isn’t your ring anymore!

Zach Davis: A bit of Righteous Fury being given to Thomas for the exchanges! This match continues!

Dion roars again, getting more of a pop from the crowd. He stalked after Thomas, who started to sit up after the flurry of blows being sent his way. Dion…sat right behind him.

Freddy Whoa: What is he, going for a hug?

Zach Davis: I don’t think SO FREDDY LOOK!!!

Without much interruption, Dion had placed Thomas in a Pentagram Chokehold.


Freddy Whoa: And that’s locked in tight!

Thomas struggled against it, feeling the pressure against his neck. Thinking quickly, Thomas grabbed around Dion’s knee to alleviate the pressure.

Freddy Whoa: Okay, maybe not entirely locked in, but still-HOLD ON!

Dion slipped his left arm free and slid it back in between Thomas’s arm and Dion’s leg, going for his own right ankle.

Zach Davis: What is this now?!

Freddy Whoa: SANCTIONS! It’s a variant of the Pentagram: The Death Star Chokehold!

Thomas howled in pain as the pressure was mounting up. Dion continued to wrench, shouting, “YIELD!” at the top of his lungs.

Zach Davis: John Thomas is nowhere near the ropes! He has nowhere to go! Dion could get the win here! He could-

Mathias slammed an elbow onto Dion’s shoulder. Dion cried out as he untangled himself from Thomas, clutching at his bad shoulder.

Zach Davis: Oh no…Necurat looks hurt.

Freddy Whoa: What are you waiting for, Mathias?! Pin him already!

Mathias looked at Dion…then turned to Thomas; winning was good, but he had payback on his mind. He stood Thomas up, still woozy from the choke hold. Mathias then hoisted Thomas to his shoulders, delivering an F-5.

Freddy Whoa: The Mathias Part 1! Well NOW the match must be over!

Mathias stood over Thomas’s body, yelling out to the crowd. “I AM THE GREATEST!” he shouted, the boos raining down. Mathias looked at Dion, and dragged his body next to Thomas. Mathias then lay across both men. The ref tried arguing with Mathias, but he simply shouted “COUNT!” Defeated, the ref began to count the pin.



Zach Davis: Do you think this will still count against Dion?

Freddy Whoa: I’m not sure…AND THERE’S WINTERZ!

Winterz broke up the pin by bringing a double axe-handle down on Mathias. Further enraged, he crawled off the two men. While crawling over Dion, Dion shoved Mathias up, not enough to force him over, but enough to get him off his body. This happened to be enough force for Winterz to leap across the two men on the ground, and give Mathias a running knee. Mathias crumpled, rolling to the apron and slowly falling off. Dion slowly rose to his feet, waiting for Winterz to make another move. Sure enough, Winterz ran at him…but Dion managed to catch him, delivering an STO backbreaker combination.

Zach Davis: This is it! STO Backbreaker!

Freddy Whoa: I’m still saying that these guys are bringing the heat tonight!

Dion roared again, wincing and clutching at his shoulder at the same time. Winterz rolled off to the side, holding on to the ropes. Dion went to get Thomas to his feet, but the international bad boy fell backwards, kicking Dion in the head in the process. Thomas scrambled to his feet after that, moving over to the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: A Pele Kick? Well, Thomas was just playing possum while the others took themselves out!

Zach Davis: John Thomas climbing up the ropes. What’s he thinking?

Dion was clutching at his head when he saw the figure of John Thomas fly through the air, planting an elbow in his chest. Dion coughed and rolled, clutching his chest, while Thomas rolled to his feet, a hand clutching at the ropes. Thomas hopped up and down, slamming his feet into the canvas, waiting for Dion to get up.

Freddy Whoa: This looks like a set-up for another Bad Intentions Kick…this could very well be the end for Dion Necurat.

Zach Davis: The Crimon Liontamer being tamed…unfortunate.

Dion was slow to get back to his feet. Outside the ring, Albert Divine had been quiet. Now, however, he was shouting at him to get back into the fight, that it wasn’t over, and that he still had a lot to offer. Dion tuned him out as he stood once more. He turned to face Thomas, who came at him with a superkick. Dion, however, was able to sidestep this kick, much to Thomas’s surprise. While reeling from the momentum, Thomas found both his arms hooked, with Dion’s back pressing against his.


Dion roared loudly, flipping Thomas over his shoulders and forcibly planting Thomas’s shoulders to the mat.


Freddy Whoa: Shoulders are down-HIS SHOUDLERS ARE DOWN!




The referee called for the bell, Dion slumping to a sitting position while Thomas rolled out flat on the mat. Dion was visibly crying; he put everything in this match, and it finally paid off. Albert Divine cheered in approval, raising his cane high above his head.


Dion slowly climbed to his feet, the fans cheering for him heartily. Albert Divine climbed through the ropes, clapping him on the shoulder. The referee and Albert each took a hand, and lifted both of Dion’s arms in the air.

Zach Davis: What a match! What a way to kick off Slam!

Freddy Whoa: You said it! Everyone in this match should be proud of what they did tonight! And a special congratulations to Dion Necurat for his first victory! I knew he’d win all along!

Zach Davis: Now, if I remember, you put money on him losing this match…

Freddy Whoa: All in the past, Zach.

Henry Spearman Segment

As we return from the commercial break we see Henry Spearman backstage in the interview area.

Henry Spearman: So two weeks ago I hit a superkick on Mikey Extreme. I beat Mikey fair and square in the center of that ring and all he has done since then is bitch and whine about the fact that I used "His" finishing move on him. Let me tell you something Mikey. You didnt invent that move. You aren the first man who has ever used it, you wont be the last to ever use it and you SURE as hell arent the best man who has ever used it. I showed two weeks that I can deliver a kick that is every bit as potent as yours is. I can deliver a kick that can put a man down on the mat just as well and just as quickly as you can.

But none of that really matters Mikey. What matters is that you just cant let it go. What matters is that since that day you have been a man on a mission. You have spent every moment of every day looking for me. Trying to taste that first high that is always so elusive. Mikey, I will give you one single warning. You will never taste it again. You can hunt it down all you want. You can spend every waking moment searching for it but it will always elude you. Call off this hunt and focus on yourself now because this is a path that will lead you no where. You WILL find me eventually Mikey but when you do you will be met only with dissapointment. I will meet your challenge Mikey and I will leave you laid out where you stand. I will spear you straight to hell Mikey. Call it off now...You can not win this...

Henry walks off to the left of the camera and we shoot back to the ring.

Kira Izumi vs Jason O'Neal vs Mark Gallagher

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a triple threat match, and it is schedule for one fall!

Zach Davis: And here we go! I can’t wait to get to this showcase of new talent!

Freddy Whoa: WCF is growing fast, and these young men are proof that the future is bright!

#1 by Nelly hits and Jason O'Neal walks arrogantly walks to the ring.

Zach Davis: Some would call O’neal a man of few words, he doesn’t feel like he needs the same pomp and circumstance as others.

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know, there’s something to be said for a bit of showmanship.

The lights die for a second and are then replaced by a gloomy red glow. "Wait and bleed" by slipknot hits the PA system so loud the crowds boos and USA chants Can't be heard. Mark then enters with his head down and a quick meaning full walk to the ring only occasionally making eye contact with the crowd, he carries nunchucks to the ring he swing them about swapping hands in lighting speed, also practices the striking aspect of nunchucks when waiting for his opponent.

Freddy Whoa: See, this is what I’m talking about! I love a good show of martial arts skill!

Zach Davis: O’neal doesn’t seem impressed, though.

We zoom in on the Titatron showing Various Yokai and Warriors.We see a man with a scythe.It zooms in and we pan across Kiras face with his eyes closed.Words come across the Screen and we see "Zero Tolerance" and "Kira Izumi" Kira Walks out with a Katana (much like the bankai of ichigo from bleach) He is wearing His black Oni Mask and A black jacket as well.He starts to to walk down the aisle only acknowledging a few fans.He enters the ring and takes his mask off revealing a pissed off face and black eye balls with a red iris,He spits out red mist as the camera zooms in and out he walks over to his corner waiting for the match to begin.

Zach Davis: And you know that every time that this man steps in the ring that things are going to get ugly.

Freddy Whoa: You have to love the hard hitting strong style, but man oh man does it look like it hurts!

Zach Davis: I get the feeling his opponents tonight are going to learn exactly what that phrase strong style means, Freddy!

All three men stand across from each other tentatively. After a few moments, the referee signals for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

As soon as the bell rings, O’Neal rolls under the bottom rope, away from the ring. He begins circling slowly, motioning with his hand for the other two to begin.

Zach Davis: And it looks like Gallagher is playing this one strategically for now!

Freddy Whoa: You have to admit that it’s smart strategy! Why tire yourself out early?

Izumi and Gallagher both watch their opponent, who grabs a chair from the ringside area and sits, they turn back towards each other.

Gallagher slaps his own chest, mocking Izumi’s style, and urges him forward. Izumi approaches slowly, almost liquidly, his arms out, looking for an opening.

Gallagher suddenly comes forward with a right hook! But Izumi darts out of harm’s way and slams a roundhouse kick to his midsection! Gallagher bends over with an audible oomph as the wind rushes out of him, but he stays on his feet! The arrogance is gone from his face and he rushes forward to grab Izumi!

But Izumi ducks under the lunge, ending up behind Gallagher, where he plants a side kick into Gallagher’s back! Gallagher stumbles forward from the force of the blow, then turns towards Izumi, who stands in a martial arts pose, as if daring Gallagher to come forward.

Gallagher shakes his head and makes his way to his feet, slowly circling around Izumi. He suddenly rushes forward!

But Izumi sees him coming and throws a hard roundhouse at his head!

But no! Gallagher was expecting the counter and drops to the ground, grabbing Izumi’s leg in the process! Izumi spins to try to recover, but Gallagher grabs him around the waist and lifts him up with a German Suplex!

Zach Davis: Look at that form!

Freddy Whoa: Picture perfect technique from across the pond!

Gallagher keeps his grip around Izumi’s waist, and when Izumi tries to sit up, he quickly slaps on a hard chinlock! Izumi struggles in the grip, but Gallagher cinches the hold in tightly! Izumi’s face wrenches into a look of pain, but Gallagher torques the hold tightly, pulling him in close!

Izumi struggles to break the hold, and as if out of desperation, slams an elbow across Gallagher’s midsection! Gallagher is actually lifted off the mat from the force of the blow, but manages to hold on!

Zach Davis: Vice-like Grip here!

Izumi slams another elbow! But This time Gallagher is ready, as soon as his feet leave the ground, he twists his waist with a headlock takeover! Izumi goes end over end and slams hard against the mat!

But in the midst of the move, Izumi manages to bridge his back! He manages to get one foot on the turnbuckle, and climbs upward, flipping himself over to free himself from the chinlock!

Zach Davis: Sneaky escape here from Izumi!

On the outside, O’neal smiles to himself and slides under the ropes, now standing over the prone opponents!

Zach Davis: Nice of him to join us.

Freddy Whoa: I don’t think he’s thinking anything nice, Zach!

Izumi makes his way to his feet first, but O’neal grabs him by the back of the head, hurling him out of the ring! Izumi lands on his feet but ends up crashing into the barricade from the momentum!

O’neal turns towards Gallagher with a happy grin on his face, grabbing him by the back of the head!

Fatigue is starting to show, as Gallagher throws a lazy punch towards the fresh O’neal, but it does no good! O’neal ducks under the blow and picks him up with a hard back Suplex! He bridges for the cover!



No! Kira has made his way back to his feet, and grabs the prone O’neal by the ankle, dragging him to the outside! Izumi throws a hard roundhouse, but O’neal ducks!

Izumi’s leg connects with the ringpost, and the audience lets out a sympathetic cry as a metallic clank echoes throughout the arena! O’neal grabs him by the back of the head and throws him back in the ring, making his way to the apron as he does so!

But Izumi suddenly comes back to life! Despite the injured leg, he hurls himself at O’neal with a dropkick to the midsection! O’neal is launched from the turnbuckle like a missile and collides with the barricade!

Meanwhile back in the ring, Gallagher grabs Izumi for a roll-up!



No! Izumi manages to roll free and back to his feet in the process! Gallagher has no time to react before Izumi drills him across the jaw with a roundhouse kick! Gallagher’s head bobbles like a grape on a spaghetti noodle as he falls limply to the mat.

But Then out of nowhere O’neal comes flying into frame with a springboard crossbody! Izumi is taken off his feet from the force of the blow, and O’neal quickly covers him!



NO! Izumi kicks out emphatically despite the surprise move, and O’neal goes to cover Gallagher instead!



No! Gallagher manages to get a shoulder up!

The visibly frustrated O’neal pulls at his hair, eyes wide with surprise and anger. He gets to his feet and runs across the ring, slamming into Izumi with a baseball slide! Izumi manages to hang onto the bottom rope though and stay on the apron!

A frustrated O’neal goes for it again, but Izumi jumps up as he comes off the ropes, launching himself towards O’neal with a springboard lariat! O’neal is knocked inside out by the blow, going head over heels as all three men lay in the ring as the audience roars its approval! The referee stands over all three prone men and begins a count!

Zach Davis: O'Neal is the first up...


Freddy Whoa: Pin!




Zach Davis: The Real Deal gets the real win!

Freddy Whoa: Hang on!!! It looks like the rest of Zero Tolerance is here!!

Jason Cash, Salem Shepard and Crazy J appear from different spots in the crowd as Gallagher and O’Neal leave the ring. They watched the three ZT guys take over the ring for a second, but ZT doesn’t seem focused on them as they go over to Kira and talk to him.

Zach Davis: I wonder what’s going on here?

Cash pointed at a spot and both Kira and Salem stood next to each other, across from Cash and Crazy J. Crazy J called for a mic and one was tossed up to him.

Crazy J: HI!!!!!! If you didn’t know, my name is Crazy J…A founding member of Zero Tolerance. Jason Cash here, right next to me, is a long time member of Zero Tolerance as well. After Erik Black and Jaymz decided to hang it up, we helped Erik find the two best guys coming up in this sport….and we found them: Kira Izumi and Salem Shepard. …Cheer for them..

There came a few cheers from the crowd, mixed with several boo’s.


The crowd erupted with a deep roar of “BOOOO” and this brought a smile to almost all the ZT members’ faces. Cash laughed and said something to Crazy J that couldn’t be picked up from the crowd noise.

Crazy J: Thank yooouuuu!!! I shouldn’t have to ask for a reaction from this point. …Fuck, yall are about worthless.

This prompted the crowd to toss things in the ring at them as the Boo’s rained down, but they didn’t seem to mind.

Zach Davis: What are they doing!? I don’t know where these guys came from before, but they don’t know this WCF crowd…Our fans are nothing to mess with.

Crazy J: Ok, ok…Listen…Just listen up……Yall ready? Cause we have an announcement. When we came to the WCF, we walked in as the unknown…Sure, some of you have heard about us…Some of you even knew who Zero Tolerance was before we got here. But the rest of you didn’t know who we were, and we’ve turned quite a few heads since we arrived and won a few matches….Right, Cash?

Jason Cash: …xactly. We done came in here and kicked they sumbitchin teeth in, and we aint gonna stop till we at the top of wssff….But we can’t do that if we aint at our strongest.

Crazy J: Don’t spoil the surprise yet, Cash!!! Zero Tolerance is more than just wrestling, we have many business adventures that have made us millions over the last fifteen or so years…We let Erik and Jaymz handle those side businesses, and Cash and I handle the wrestling side. But you see, Zero Tolerance has always been the best at every business we started from Day One. Our investments outside the ring have bought us the world, ..and our success inside the ring matches that….The only problem there is; we needed to be in the best federation. Not one of these small time underground places….We dominated the underground and Zero Tolerance is the best fuckin stable ever assembled in wrestling…EVER!!!

This brought more Boo’s from the crowd and Crazy J waited until they quieted down

Crazy J: …But what good does that reputation do us if were not competing at the highest level? It’s a meaningless claim if you’re not facing the best athletes the world has to offer…

Jason Cash: An thas why we here. We gone prove the world that ZT is the best stable of all time, while we do it in the bes fed of all time. But, if we gonna dominate here like we done did everywhere else….We need to be stronger. Sometime a big group don’t make ya the strongest…Sometime, …ya just gotta cut the fat. …aint that right, J?

Crazy J and Jason Cash looked at each other, and then they looked at Kira and Shepard standing across from them. Kira and Shepard both had very concerned looks on their faces. Crazy J had an evil smile on his face and Cash just looked pissed off as Crazy J spoke.

Crazy J: That’s right, Cash…For us to prove that were the best, ZT needs to be competing at the highest level, and I just don’t think we can do that with the group that we have. So, as you said, we have to trim the fat. So, Salem….Kira….I have some really, really bad news. Cash and I have decided that were only going to keep one of you. We pulled you both out of the ZT wrestling school and told yall that you both would fight under the name of Zero Tolerance. What we didn’t tell you was: that after a few fights we were only going to keep one of you. And, well….Cash and I have made our decision…

Freddy Whoa: Oh my!!! These two are about to turn on one of their stablemates!! These guys are vicious!!!

Zach Davis: Well, they certainly don’t mess around. Their serious about wanting to be the best, and this is the place to be. I think this all might be a trick though…Just trying to get some attention.

It was almost as if Crazy J could hear Zack and J gave him a shitty look.

Crazy J: Ok…which one of you is no longer going to be a part of Zero Tolerance from this point forward?

And that was Shepards cue. He looked at Kira who was standing next to him and punched Kira right in the side of the body! Kira doubled over and Shepard hit him with an uppercut that sent Kira down to the mat. Crazy J ran over and started beating Kira in the face with the microphone as odd noises, yells and cuss words came from the speakers. J then tossed the mic into the crowd and pulled Kira up and whipped him into the ropes. As he bounced off, Jason Cash caught him in the Rebel Yell and Kira went down hard!!

Zach Davis: It wasn’t a trick!!!!! Cash just hit him with the Rebel Yell!!

Freddy Whoa: That’s a powerful Spine buster right there..

The crowd continued to BOO as Shepard picked Kira back up to his feet and set him up for the FrEeKsHoW finisher, Tilt-a-Whirl from Hell. Shepard set it up, tossed Kira into the air and Crazy J locked in the hold and slammed him down into the mat..Kira didn’t move.

Freddy Whoa: Someone should stop this..

Zach Davis: Kira doesn’t have any friends here to help him. The friends he did have just turned on him.

The three ZT members laughed and celebrated in the ring as Kira lay in the middle, not moving. They flipped off the fans as cups and other pieces of trash pelted them as they walked up the ramp and disappeared.

Seth Lerch/Baron Segment

The camera now cuts backstage to Seth Lerch’s office, where the boss sits with his hands on the sides of his face, an extremely exasperated look across it. Standing in the ring is a freshly bandaged Baron, who slams his hands on Seth’s desk, shouting at the top of his lungs!

Baron: Are you even listening to me, Lerch??

Seth Lerch: Not if I can help it.

Baron: That circus act out there was a travesty! Blaze turned what was supposed to be a contract signing into a complete mockery!

Seth Lerch: Yeah, he does that.

Baron slams his fist angrily on the desk again.

Baron: I am not going to put up with this kind of treatment, Seth! I want to know how you’re going to make this right!

Seth Lerch: Would you like a drink?

Baron: You think that would fix anything??

Seth Lerch: Couldn’t hurt.

Seth reaches into one of his desk drawers and removes a bourbon bottle, taking a long pull before offering it to Baron, who simply stares.

Seth Lerch: Look, I’ll take care of Blaze, but in the meantime don’t you worry, your diligence won’t go unrewarded.

Baron: Is that a promise?

Seth takes another long pull off the bottle.

Seth Lerch: When have I ever lied before?

Baron’s lip is curled into a sneer.

Baron: You’re introducing a new belt, right?

Seth Lerch: What’s it to ya?

Baron chuckles to himself as he walks away.

Baron: Oh, you’ll see. Believe me, you’ll see…

Seth cocks an eyebrow in confusion, but shrugs his shoulders and resumes his busy task of running Slam!...

With one more swig from the bottle of course.

Chaos/Doc Henry vs CJ Phoenix/Teddy Blaze

"Re-education Through Labor" begins to play as the cameras pan through the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa. Wait a minute. We're supposed to be having a tag team match next, but this music doesn't match any of the competitors!

Zach Davis: Who's about to come out?

Then, 13 seconds into the song, Phoenix runs out onto the stage as the beat drops.

Zach Davis: It's CJ Phoenix! He's gotten himself a new theme song!

Kyle Steel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at 205lbs, CJ PHOENIX!!!!!

CJ stretches his arms out as he looks at the crowd before running down the ramp with his arms stretched out and flames following him on each side until he reaches the end of the ramp.

Zach Davis: Another week, another new partner for CJ Phoenix. He's been putting on great performances since his return, but has yet to win a match. Will that change tonight?

He slides into the ring and runs up one of the turnbuckles. He then does a cross sign with his hands before pointing upward and hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring.

The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat echoes throughout the arena, signalling the arrive of Teddy Blaze! The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp.


With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Blaze appears before them, holding his hands out over his head and bathing in the applause.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his tag team partner, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 188lbs, TEDDY BLAZE!!!!!

Zach Davis: What a gifted high-flyer this guy is, Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: That's right, Zach. He's gonna need every bit of that aerial offense too as he and his partner are both shorter and lighter than their opponents tonight.

He takes a deep bow and walks towards the ring, waving to the fans along the way. He wears an almost cocky grin as he rolls between the ropes and climbs up to the turnbuckle. He holds his arms over his head and yells out "WCF Forever!" as he does so, eliciting a cheer from the audience as the music reaches its zenith. He turns and steps back into the ring, waiting for the opposition.

Freddy Whoa: Blaze and Phoenix eyeing each other as if they don't fully trust each other in the back of their minds.

Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Master Ryushi emerge on the stage.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Griffen, Georgia, weighing in at 245lbs, DOC HENRY!!!!!

Zach Davis: Here comes one of the more experienced veterans on the roster, Doc Henry.

Freddy Whoa: Right you are, Zach, and you and I both know that he's very good at using that experience to his advantage. Will it give him and his partner the edge tonight?

Looking around, he raises his fists in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he hops the turnbuckle and 'gets loose' awaiting his opponent.

This Love by Pantera begins playing. For the first couple of seconds, the stage is blank, only a image of the name "ChAos" covered in barbed wire shows, then, the lights go up and Chaos is just standing there, just before the rock starts. When the rock kicks in, he does a Roman Reigns style roar, with the Extreme Championship around his waist, and a trash can FULL of weapons.

Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner, from London, UK, weighing in at 321lbs, CHAOS!!!!!

Freddy Whoa: Chaos has made his long awaited return to the WCF!

Zach Davis: Indeed he has, Freddy, and at 6'10, 321, he's by far both the tallest and heaviest competitor in this match. That's something we can expect to be used by him to his advantage in this one.

Freddy Whoa: It certainly looks like David vs Goliath here in terms of physical appearance. Blaze and Phoenix, at 6'0 and 6'1 respectively, only weigh a total of 393lbs, while Chaos and Doc stack up to a whopping 566!

Zach Davis: Yeah, but Chaos is a dangerous man, and that can either help or hinder his team's chances tonight.

He walks to the ring, throws the crash can inside, and climbs in via the steps, and prepares to fight.


Doc Henry and Teddy Blaze start the match for their respective teams. The two lock up with Doc overpowering Blaze as he pushes him into the turnbuckle. He goes for a strike, but Blaze ducks under it and delivers an Elbow Strike to the face of Henry, sending him back a few steps. This gives Teddy the opportunity to climb the turnbuckle and dive off, successfully executing a Tornado DDT that generates cheers from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry planted into the mat by that Tornado DDT, and now Teddy goes to the outside apron.

Zach Davis: He's doing some early showboating by taunting, and now he goes for a Slingshot Body Press, but Doc wisely rolls out of the way. That moment of arrogance costed him early.

Freddy Whoa: That's right, Zach, and you can't keep your eyes off a vet like Doc Henry for too long or he'll make you pay for it.

Doc, now in control of the match, waits for Teddy to get to his feet before nearly taking his head off with a Flying Clothesline. He gets the honor of attempting the first pin of the match.



Zach Davis: Only a one count this time, but this match is just getting started.

Henry ascends the ropes and goes for a Frog Splash, but Teddy gets the knees up and drives them into the gut of Doc Henry. Blaze quickly tags in CJ Phoenix, but does not exit the ring. Instead, Phoenix lifts Blaze up and drops him reverse suplex style onto Doc. Teddy moves out of the way right after he lands, allowing CJ to follow up with a Standing Moonsault, netting a pop from the WCF Galaxy.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a combo there by Blaze and Phoenix! They're using their agility and athleticism to get the upper hand right now.

Phoenix looks at Blaze and the two nod at each other. Phoenix tags in Teddy before standing Henry up and flinging him into the turnbuckle with an Exploder Suplex, which Teddy compliments with a successful Slingshot Body Splash.

Zach Davis: Another great tag move there, and Teddy Blaze is going to try to win it here!




Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry showing resiliency by getting the shoulder up there.

Blaze tags CJ back in. CJ goes to stand Doc up, but instead gets a thumb in the eye, allowing Henry to make it to his corner and tag in Chaos.

Freddy Whoa: And here comes the big man, Chaos! He's been chomping at the bit to get into this match since the opening bell!

Chaos stares down Phoenix as he inches his way towards him. Undeterred, Phoenix charges at him and connects with a Flying Forearm. However, when he springs up to his feet, he realizes that Chaos didn't fall. He tries it again, but this time, he is caught and spiked into the ground by a cringeworthy Pop up Sitting Powerbomb from Chaos.


Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I think I just heard some bones popping in CJ's back!

Zach Davis: You sure they weren't breaking!?

Instead of following the move with a pin, Chaos raises Phoenix up and slams him back down again with a Powerbomb.

Zach Davis: And just like that, momentum has swung in this match! And now Chaos is stepping on the chest of CJ Phoenix as he goes for the pin.




Angered by the kick out, Chaos first tags in Doc Henry. Then, he lifts CJ Phoenix up and Powerbombs him into the turnbuckle. Doc follows this by ascending the ropes and nailing a pinpoint Frog Splash and going for the pin.




Freddy Whoa: Teddy Blaze with the save to keep this match going!

Zach Davis: Yeah and right now CJ Phoenix desperately needs to make a tag to Teddy Blaze.

As a reward, or punishment depending on the point of view, for breaking up the count, Teddy Blaze gets caught and thrown back to his corner, thanks to a Belly-to-belly Suplex from Chaos. Meanwhile, Doc Henry is dragging CJ's face across the middle rope. Once he completes a lap around the ring, he tops it off with a German Suplex.

Freddy Whoa: Phoenix might have burn marks all over his face after that one! Doc going for the pin again.




Zach Davis: Somehow, CJ Phoenix gets the shoulder up.

While Blaze has gotten up and returned to his corner, Doc grabs CJ and props him on the turnbuckle. He tags in Chaos.

Zach Davis: I think Doc's through playing games. He wants to end this one now. He's going for it!

Freddy Whoa: Snake Eyes! Snake Eyes! Henry con--WHOA! Chaos follows up Doc's Snake Eyes with Natural Disaster! Phoenix is out cold! This one's over! Chaos with the pin.





Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Teddy Blaze just hit Chaos with the Blazing Knee to break the count! Talk about innovative!

The "Holy Fuck!" chants from the Galaxy continue as now both Phoenix and Chaos are motionless. The ref begins counting.






Chaos shows signs of movement first, and begins to stand up. However, just a moment later, CJ Phoenix begins crawling his way to the bottom rope. Chaos gets to his corner first and tags in Doc Henry. Henry grabs CJ as he is almost to his feet and goes for a German Suplex, but Phoenix miraculously lands on his feet. Doc charges at CJ, only to be met with a Powerslam.

Zach Davis: That Powerslam might have given Phoenix just enough breathing room to get to Teddy Blaze, but can he get there!? He's scratching and clawing and inching his way there!

Doc tries to grab Phoenix's ankle to stop him, but he avoids it and dives at Teddy Blaze, their hands barely making enough contact for a legal tag. Teddy Blaze immediately hops in and hits Doc with a Flying Crossbody. He builds his wave of momentum even higher after he connects with a Springboard Moonsault. He takes a moment to hype up the already amped up crowd before setting up for the Blazing Knee.

Zach Davis: He's going for one more! Blazing Knee! He got it! Hooks the leg!




Freddy Whoa: Chaos makes the save this time! He goes to grab Teddy Blaze.

Zach Davis: Spear! Spear by CJ Phoenix! Everyone's down!


The four men slowly drag themselves to their respective corners.

Teddy Blaze tags in CJ Phoenix. Phoenix and Henry begin exchanging strikes.

Freddy Whoa: Henry's starting to get the upper hand. He goes for a flying clothesline...and gets hit by a TALON KICK from outta nowhere!





Kyle Steel: Here are your winners: TEDDY BLAZE AND CJ PHOENIX!!!

Zach Davis: Unbelievable! That was a sensational match, Freddy!

Freddy Whoa: That's right, Zach! We were talking about those two guys being underdogs in this match physically, but like they say, it isn't the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog! These two guys went through hell in that match, and they held on for the victory!

It takes a little assistance from the ropes, but Blaze and Phoenix are eventually able to stand up on their own as the ref raises their arms.

Zach Davis: Chaos definitely impressed the fans in his return, and Doc Henry proved that he can still wow the crowd with ease, but on this night, it's the efforts of CJ Phoenix and Teddy Blaze that come out on top! Don't go anywhere, WCF will return after a word from our sponsors.

Mikey eXtreme Segment

Our camera pans in to see Mikey Extreme pacing the hallways of the arena talking to himself

Mikey eXtreme: A better superkick than me?! IS HE FUCKING KIDDING ME?!! This guy is unbelievable. First he uses MY finisher against me. Then he has the audacity to go on camera saying that his superkick is more effective than mine?! I swear to god when i get my hands on this jackass I will kick his teeth clean down his socially retarded throat.

At that moment a random voice calls out from the background.

Voice: Heyyyyyyyy Its the Spear Man!!!!!

Mikeys ears perk up and he creeps around the back hallway and pokes his head out. He cant believe his luck. Spearman is standing ten yards away with his back turned high fiving some fans.

Mikey eXtreme: Ohhhhh this is to sweet. Right in front of his stupid fans

Mikey sneaks out quietly from behind the wall and gets himself within range

Mikey eXtreme: Hey Jackass!!!!

Spearman turns and Mikey launches into the superkick with as much force as he can muster. It is far to late before Mikey realizesthat this is not Henry Spearman. Instead, it is a fan dressed in a very believable replica of Spearmans ring gear. Mikeys Kick connects with the fan and knocks three of his teeth out as well as knocks him out cold. The surrounding fans stare at Mikey in shock



Fan: You thought that was Spearman?! This guy is like 5'7 man what the fuck is your problem?

Mikey stares for a moment before storming off in angry disgust.

FreeKsHoW/Jason Cash vs Kevin Bishop/The Baron/Damian Kaine

The lights goes out and Bleed Well of H.I.M starts playing from the speakers. Beams of lights of different color starts going off to the rhythm of the guitar and Psychopomp jumps in the middle of the entrance. The lights turns back on back and he walks towards the announce table, a metal container of some sort in his hand..

Zach Davis: Welcome back fans to WCF SLAM! We are joined at the broadcast table by PsychoPomp, fresh off The King of the Deathmatch to...Okay...sit...here..no...let me help you with that..

Pomp: Cookies...

Freddy Whoa: Damnit Davis help the poor kid..

Zach Davis: I am..but he is eating cookies...Pomp...

Pomp: These are so good!

Zach Davis: Um...so...where did you get the cookies..and whats the deal with the busted container..

Pomp: I'm returning it to its right full owner..Though in my hands its become...Dilapidated Tin...


Zach Davis: Okay um..so I ask again..who got you these?


Zero Tolerance, Crazy J, Salem Sheppard, and Jason Cash, Appear at the top of the entrance ramp..They wait for their music to be introduced individually, but no music plays...They look around, pretty pissed, but Kyle Steel improves and Picks up the slack..


After a moment, they decide to just head to the ring with no music..

Freddy Whoa: Here comes Zero Tolerance, really making a name for themselves here in WCF early on..

Zach Davis: I am being told that the techs in the back are having trouble with the entrance music..But the show must go on!

Pomp: Mmmm..how does she do it...*smacking lips* wow..


The three men walk down to the ring..and appear to be bickering...Mostly, its Kaine and Bishop jawing with Baron who walks in between them...

Zach Davis: Fans, this is gonna be interesting..

The teams move to their corners..Crazy J is starting off for ZT...It appears Kaine is starting off for the other side, but then Baron smacks Him HARD ON THE BACK and steps in..Kaine starts to go after him..Bishop intervenes..Bell rings..

Zach Davis: So its Massaker and Crazy J to start us off..

The two lock up..Massaker corners crazy J...the ref seperates the two..Baron Complains which allows Crazy J to hit him with a clothesline..Crazy J then picks up Massaker...Scoop Slam...then an elbow...Then another..Baron rolls out from under the third..Kicks Crazy J in the gut...Goes to lift for a PowerBomb..But J throws him over his back....Continuing the elbow assault..

Zach Davis: Crazy J in control here...

Pomp: Hey! Thank you so much for these!

Freddy Whoa: Hey Karma...

Zach Davis: Karma...made you...cookies..

Pomp: Jealous? Here you go..thanks again...(Camera turns to the exchange..Karma looks at the tin for a moment, its bent and misshapen, but she smiles with class and says "My pleasure Pomp!")

The action in the ring..J whips Baron off the ropes..*SLAP* Kaine just tagged in with a hard back slap..He leaps the top rope..Gives Baron a hard stare...Crazy J Proceeds to knock both of them down...Massaker rolls from the ring and J Brings Kaine ZT's corner..Tag To Sheppard..The two pummel the much smaller man in the corner to a count of 4 before J steps through the ropes...Salem works Kaine with punches in the corner then does a little show boating..All of a sudden..He sits in the middle of the ring..Hands on his head..rocking...Kaine notices and hits him with a running dropkick sending him down.

Zach Davis: Those voices get to Shepard..and Kaine takes advantage!

Kaine now hitting kicks and punches on Shepard whips him off the ropes..Spinning heel kick sends him down! Kaine leaps to the top rope..Corkscrew..MISSES! Kaine Bounces on the mat...Salem covers..1-2-NO! Kickout by Kaine! Salem lifts Kaine up..Attempts a Pile driver..Got him up..Kaine locks the legs around Salems head..sits up and lands punches till Salem falls backward and rolls out of the ring..Massaker is down there as well..Kaine sees the oppertunity...Runs to the other side..Off the ropes...TOPE SUICIDA OVER THE TOP ROPE TAKES OUT SALEM AND BARON! They crash into the announce table.

Zach Davis: Kaine showing Schitzo is not the only Crazy one in this match!

Freddy Whoa: Think he got more of the Baron on that...Intentional?

Pomp: Nom Nom Nom

Zach Davis: Pomp..are you just going to sit there eating cookies?

Pomp: Huh..Oh yeah...Um..Kaine rolls Schitzo in the ring...

Kaine executes a standing moonsault but Schitzo gets the knees up...Both men looking for a tag...Crawling to their corners..HOT TAGS! Bishop and Cash! Exploding at the center of the ring with strikes! Bishop gets the upper hand...Whips Cash into the ropes..Catch..Reverse atomic drop! Bishop off the ropes...Clothesline! Bishop in control! Whips Cash off the ropes...Ducks..Cash caught him...SWINGING NECK BREAKER! COVER....1......2.....NO!

Zach Davis: The action is fast and furious here!

Cash hits a suplex..Goes for a DDT..Bishop reverses it...Throws Cash off of him.. Bishop goes off the ropes..*SLAP*..Massaker with his own version of a tag goes into the ring..Bishop turns him around...While the Ref checks on Cash in the far corner..BISHOP HITS THE BLACK DEATH ON MASSAKER AND SLIDES OUT Under the bottom rope..He motions for Karma and Pomp to follow him up the entrance ramp..!

Pomp: Gotta go guys..

Zach Davis: Wait..Im confused...

Meanwhile in the ring, Cash Hits a superkick on the dazed Massaker!





Zach Davis: Bishop just cost his own team the win..And Pomp went with him! Is Pomp Brotherhood?

Freddy Whoa: I don't know..But Zero Tolerance just picked up another win..And as they leave..Its Kaine and Massaker in the ring..Kaine with a chair...Official tries to stop him..He lays a chair on the still out Massaker..Climbs the turnbuckle...CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!

Zach Davis: WOAH!

Freddy Whoa: Davis!!!?


Kaine rolls out of the ring..Massaker follows...A string of fighting back and forth happens..Kaine whipped into the guardrail...Then trips Massaker whi hits face first on said rail...This kind of back and forth goes all the way to the back..

Zach Davis: Well, we are left ladies and gentlemen with more questions than answers..2 things for sure...Good Night for Zero Tolerance..Bad Night for the Baron! We'll be right back!

Henry Spearman/Jordan Ciserano vs Oblivion/Lester Parish

"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.

"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 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.

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

I was faded not jaded
Just a kid with a pad and a pen and a big imagination.
all this, I seek, I find
I push the envelope to the line

Guitar riffs ring out...


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

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

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

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

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, "Do you ever wonder, if you're living at all?" 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: Who... who booked this?

Freddy Whoa: I'm not sure if Seth is drunk when he books or just likes seeing people hate each other team up.

There is clearly no love lost between Oblivion and Lester Parish as they begin to talk about who starts; Oblivion eventually does. Ciserano starts for his team.

Zach Davis: Jordan Ciserano is reeling from the attack from Brent Alpine, his former Sequitus partner. Now he's going one on one with Oblivion.

The two men tie up and Oblivion shoves Ciserano down. Ciserano gets back to his feet and Oblivion runs at him and Clotheslines him into the corner. Oblivion hits a series of strikes before throwing him to the opposite corner. Ciserano stumbles out and Oblivion executes an Atomic Drop. Ciserano stumbles away and tags in Spearman.

Freddy Whoa: Here comes the man impervious to Superkicks, Henry Spearman.

Oblivion looks to prove that wrong.


No!, he's had much practice, Henry Spearman ducks the Superkick from Oblivion. Spearman goes to throw Oblivion to the ropes but Oblivion reverses it and as Spearman comes back Oblivion drops him with a Samoan Driver. Oblivion then tags in Parish.

Freddy Whoa: Here comes one half of the Brotherhood.

Parish comes in and lifts Spearman up. He chops the former Television Champion before dropping him with a Russian Legsweep. He runs to the ropes and he has his timing on point; as Spearman gets up he's able to hit a Front Dropkick. Spearman is sent into a neutral corner and he stumbles out. Parish drops him with a Spinning Lariat!

Zach Davis: Parish with the pin!



No!, Spearman kicks out.

Freddy Whoa: Parish lifts the former Neforian up now and jabs him in the throat!

He then shoves him back into the corner. He starts punching him several times but eventually Spearman kicks him away. Parish runs at Spearman but Spearman is able to grab him and hit a Bodyslam. He then runs to the ropes and hits a Leg Drop and grabs Parish's legs for a pin.



Zach Davis: No!, kickout by Parish.

Spearman lifts Parish up and kicks him in the gut. He puts him in position for a Powerbomb but Parish reverses it with a Back Bodydrop and then tags Oblivion back in. As he does so Spearman dives and tags Ciserano back in. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and begin brawling. Oblivion goes to throw Ciserano but Ciserano reverses it and pulls Oblivion in and hits a Side Effect!

Freddy Whoa: Ciserano tags in Spearman again now..

Oblivion stumbles up and both Spearman and Ciserano measure him.


Spearman drops down and pins Oblivion while Ciserano runs interference against Parish.




The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: Henry Spearman and Jordan Ciserano get the win!

Both Spearman and Ciserano get their arms raised and begin to leave. Instantly Lester Parish is on Oblivion and attacking him!

Zach Davis: What the hell!?

Lester Parish picks Oblivion up and sends the Monster to the ropes. As Oblivion comes back Parish hits The Colonnade!

Freddy Whoa: DAMN! Against his own tag team partner!

The fans boo!

Zach Davis: Lester Parish may have wanted to make his name for himself against Oblivion and MAYBE he did that for now here tonight, but I wouldn't want to know what the future holds for him after that...

Slam goes to commercial.

Tag Team Titles Match
Tomohawk/Bad News Benson vs Stuart Slane/Nathan Chambers

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.

Bad News Benson stomps to the ring like he's mad at everybody including his own tag team partner.

"How Deep Is Your Love" by Calvin Harris & Disciples starts playing from the arena's surround system. Two beautiful models comes out first onto the stage dressed in beautiful pink beach bikinis as they wave their arms to Nathan Chambers walking out from the back with a pink scarf around his neck, and a white French Hat with sunglasses on. The crowd are booing him as much as they can but he stands center stage with the models spinning into his arms before looking up. Darkness encovers everything him but him, and his models. The spotlight is right on him, and he begins strutting down to the ring smirking, and mocking some of the ugliest fans at ringside.

Walking around the ring to give them the gift of his presence, the models leave him as they head backstage. Nathan walks up the steel steps before going into the ring to stand center of the squared circle. Hyping himself up before taking off his sunglasses, every light in the arena shines directly on him before brightening up the crowd again. He takes one unoccupied corner, and leans back to enjoy who is going to fall victim to him.

“Conquistador” by Procol Harum plays as Slane walks out from gorilla to a mild pop. As he makes his way down the ramp and up the steps he will awkwardly attempt to engage the crowd: waving, giving a thumbs up gesture, and so on. After wiping his feet on the apron he then enters between the ropes. Stuart passes the title belt it off to a WCF stagehand and then moves to his corner, where he loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics (toe touches, torso twists, deep knee bends, etc).

Zach Davis: This is the first Tag Team Titles defense for the Champions coming out of Ultimate Showdown.

Freddy Whoa: And here we go!

Tomohawk runs at Chambers and Dropkicks him out of the ring. Taken aback, Stuart Slane is surprised as Tomohawk throws him to the ropes an executes a Samoan Drop as he comes back. Slane stumbles up and Tomohawk hits the ropes...

Zach Davis: HUNTING HAWK!?

Stuart Slane won't go down!

Freddy Whoa: NO!

Stuart Slane charges Tomohawk in defiance, but Tomohawk throws him out of the ring. Chambers is back in the ring, and he charges Tomohawk next. Tomohawk lifts him up.

Zach Davis: Into the Military Press.....

Freddy Whoa: DIVING HAWK!

Tomohawk pins Chambers, hooking the leg.




Zach Davis: We've got-

Bad News Benson enters the ring and Tomohawk, who appears to be in some kind of zone, drops him with a Talon Strike. Tomohawk grabs both Tag Team Titles and raises them high in the air.

Freddy Whoa: I don't really know what we're witnessing here.

Zach Davis: Tomohawk won the Tag Team Titles by himself and he's claiming them for himself, Freddy!

Tomohawk walks out with both belts.

Deathmatch Segment

"They're coming to take me away" by the Butcher Babies starts playing and a white face painted like a zipper painted on going down his face is crawling on all fours towards the ring in a purple full length jacket, black leather pants. He gets to where the seating starts and is up on his knees. He holds up a championship belt in his left hand. He stands up and drags the belt on the ground to the ring. He circles the ring dragging the belt right along. He stops right in front of the announce team and sticks his right index finger up to his lips as he starts laughing. He slides the belt into the ring and then skips back to the back. The camera shows the belt to say Deathmatch Champion with razor wire around it.

Zach Davis: We have to go to commercial but.. what the hell!?

Television Title on the Line
If Thomas Uriel Bates Wins, He Enters the World Title Match at Revenge
Thomas Uriel Bates vs Brent Alpine/Gemini Battle

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a handicap match for the WCF Television Championship! If Thomas Uriel Bates wins, he receives a shot for the WCF World Championship at Revenge.

“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the arena as Gemini Battle makes his way through the entrance curtain. The crowd cheers as he accepts the praises of the fans by slapping their hands, but never smiles as he heads to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, hailing from Centereach, New York. Standing at six foot one inch and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is the WCF World Champion; Gemini Battle!

He slides under the bottom rope and slithers like a snake into the corner where he sits in the corner and meditates. The lighting changes, and a ghostly synth breathes over the PA.

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

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

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

Percy Micro: Introducing our cherished commodity, from Rockhamption, Australia, weighing two hundred and fifty-nine pounds… “The Shine”… Brent.. Alpine!

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

Zach Davis: Brent Alpine and Gemini Battle are already in the ring, now both waiting for Thomas Uriel Bates.

Freddy Whoa: Gemini does not look too happy to be there.

“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 displaces images from previous matches against Bobby Cairo, ICE Beckman, Corey Black, Jonny Fly, Gemini Battle, Joey Flash, and more. As the titron plays clips from previous matches, and from the deserted highway ride; Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage.

Kyle Steele: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at four hundred and thirty pounds and standing at six foot, nine inches. From Huntsville, Alabama, the WCF Television Champion, 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. Bates looks towards Alpine, then to Gemini, stretches out his arms, and roars. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect.

Gemini and Alpine begin talking as the referee takes the WCF Television title from Bates and holds it above his head. He passes it off and calls for the bell to ring. Alpine steps out of the ring, leaving Gemini Battle to face off against his former friend.

Zach Davis: This match is underway, and it looks like we’re already going to see Bates versus Gemini.

Gemini laughs and tags in Alpine immediately, much to the disappointment of the fans.

Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle already playing games with Bates.

Zach Davis: Bates does not seem to be buying it.

Bates and Alpine go nose to… chest. Alpine cocks his right arm back, and delivers a powerful punch to the left jaw of Bates. Bates doesn’t move.

Freddy Whoa: Shit.

Zach Davis: Shit.

Bates grabs Alpine by the neck and tosses him across the ring and into a corner. Bates approaches Alpine, who instantly climbs out of the ring and is quickly surrounded by Dallas Culture holding Percy Micro.

Zach Davis: Alpine quickly moves outside to rethink his strategy.

Freddy Whoa: Is it me, or does Bates seem a bit more… angry?

Alpine consults with Dallas Culture and Percy Micro as Bates reaches over the top rope and grabs Alpine’s head. He pulls Alpine up to the apron, but is caught with an elbow to the face, followed immediately by a roundhouse kick to the face sending Bates stumbling backwards. Alpine uses the rope and hits Bates with a Springboard Dropkick to the knees of Bates, sending him crashing to the mat.

Zach Davis: Bates is down!

Alpine quickly jumps up, and waits for Bates to begin stirring. As Bates moves to his knees, Alpine jumps with a knee to the face. He follows through with a leg drop, and a pinfall.


Bates moves his arms into place.


Bates lifts Alpine up, tossing him high in the air and clear across the ring, right into the corner with Gemini Battle. Alpine quickly tags in Gemini as Bates slowly stands.

Freddy Whoa: WCF World Champion Gemini Battle is now getting in the ring.

Gemini slowly walks around Bates, sizing up the big man. Gemini holds out his hand, challenging Bates. Bates moves to accept the challenge, but is kicked between the legs by Gemini, who bursts out in laughter.

Zach Davis: Gemini is looking to dish out punishment!

Gemini follows through with a series of kicks to the midsection of Bates, occasionally bending down to deliver several punches before returning to the kicks. Bates reaches up, and shoves Gemini back, allowing himself a little time to get to his knees.

Freddy Whoa: Bates beginning to fight back.

Gemini moves forward with a clothesline attempt, but is caught by Bates grabbing his neck.

Zach Davis: The World Champion is in trouble now.

Bates stands up, and cocks his hand back with an open palm. He lands his large hand right across Gemini’s chest, sending the Champ rolling across the ring. Gemini stands back up, and quickly tags in Alpine. Alpine jumps to the top rope and hits Bates with a Springboard Huricanrana.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Bates is down!

Alpine quickly follows with a Standing Moonsault and a pinfall attempt.



Bates kicks out.

Zach Davis: Brent Alpine almost won the match, and the WCF Television Championship!

Alpine helps Bates up, then kicks him in the gut.

Freddy Whoa: The Glow Worm!

Alpine quickly goes for another pin.



Zach Davis: No!

Bates kicks out at the last second, causing Alpine to get frustrated. Alpine yells at the referee as Bates slowly begins to stand. As Bates stands up, ready to face down Alpine, Gemini grabs him from behind and holds tight. Alpine approaches, and delivers several punches to Bates’ ribs. Gemini is laughing.

The referee starts to count as Alpine steps back. Alpine prepares for a superkick just as Bates tosses Gemini into the ring with a hip toss, and right into the superkick. Gemini rolls out of the ring as Bates and Alpine face off once again.

Zach Davis: Gemini Battle may be out of it now.

Bates moves forward and grabs hold of Brent Alpine and whips him into the ropes and floors him on the rebound with a body tackle.

Zach Davis: Wow, Alpine's a big guy but Bates is making him look like a rag doll here.

Bates stands over Alpine as the Australian is pleading for mercy. This causes Bates to look at him in confusion and hesitate; not in compassion but bemusement. Suddenly, though, Alpine gets to his knees and hits a low blow which sends Bates toppling in agony. The referee comes over and berates Alpine for the poor sportsmanship.

Freddy Whoa: I think Alpine's going to be disqualified.

Zach Davis: I don't think so. It looks like this ref is determined that there will be a clean winner.

The referee continues to warn Alpine. The Shine apologizes and pleads ignorance. He shouts 'I was aiming for his stomach' to skeptical boos. Bates, meanwhile, has gotten to his feet courageously and is charging at Alpine with a clothesline. In an instant, Alpine pulls the referee in front of him. Bates collides with the ref and leaves him a motionless mess. Sympathetically, he checks on the injured referee, ignoring his opponent who hits...

Zach Davis: THE GLOW WORM! No one kicks out from this.

Freddy Whoa: But the referee is down!

Realizing he cannot pin Bates, Alpine slides out of the ring mischievously and grabs a chair from ringside. He gets back in the ring and hits Bates repeatedly. WHACK. WHACK. WHACK.


The fans hiss and shout as The Shine continues to destroy his bigger foe with the chair. Suddenly, many fans get on their feet and begin to cheer as someone runs into the ring behind Alpine.

Freddy Whoa: JORDAN CISERANO!!! Payback for last week's attack!

Alpine has spotted Ciserano and charges at him with the chair. In a moment of extraordinary athleticism, Ciserano dropkicks the chair back into Alpine's face to a huge pop.

Zach Davis: The fans are going nuts!

Ciserano jumps on top of Alpine and attacks him with a flurry of punches. However, the wily Alpine grabs the fallen chair next to him and smashes it into Ciserano's face. The crowd is livid. Alpine slowly gets to his feet and begins stomping on Ciserano. He picks up the chair and is about to hit Ciserano but the Buffalo native rapidly rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. He catches Brent with The Ciserano Superkick! He leaves to a huge pop.

Freddy Whoa: Wait! Thomas Uriel Bates is getting up.

Zach Davis: So is the referee!

Bates picks up Alpine and launches him into The Badge! He covers.




Zach Davis: HE'S DONE IT! Thomas Uriel Bates is going to Revenge to face the champion Gemini Battle and the man he's just beaten, Brent Alpine, for the WCF World Title! Will this finally be his time?

Freddy Whoa: The odds were firmly stacked against him but Gemini Battle's injury gave his former partner an even playing field. Just as Alpine had seemed to cheat his way to inevitable victory, Jordan Ciserano proved an excellent equalizer! Justice has definitely prevailed.

Zach Davis: And what an amazing opportunity Bates has. Alpine might now be wishing he'd not have traded in the Alpha Championship. The other question is - will Gemini Battle recover in time for Revenge?

Bates celebrates with the adoring masses. Meanwhile, Alpine is furious in the ring. He picks up the referee and hits the Glow Worm. He picks him up again.

Zach Davis: Alpine's going to hit the official with another Glow Worm!

But, spotting the attack, Bates runs back into the ring to make the save. However, Alpine drops the referee, picks up the chair and cracks it into Bates' skull. He laughs maniacally. He picks up Bates and downs him with the Glow Worm. Dallas Culture at ringside hands him Percy Micro and a microphone.

Brent Alpine: Percy, what shall I do to this long streak of piss?

Percy Micro: He has crawled into the Revenge main event like a thief in the night. I want you to put an end to this travesty.

Alpine nods. He opens up the steel chair and wraps it around Bates' head. He climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: This is disgusting! Alpine could kill him here!

Zach Davis: There may be no Gemini Battle or Thomas Uriel Bates for Revenge at this rate. Alpine could be World Champion by default.

As he is about to jump off the turnbuckle, presumably onto Bates' chair covered cranium, Alpine appears to hesitate.

Percy Micro: Mr. Alpine, ANNIHILATE HIM!

To a chorus of boos and even screams of terror, Alpine is about to jump off onto Bates' head when Gemini Battle stands back up and stumbles towards Alpine.


Freddy Whoa: I’m not so sure!

Alpine looks nervously towards Gemini. This gives him a good excuse to dismount the turnbuckle. He starts to leave.


Alpine picks up a microphone.

Brent Alpine: The damage is done. Let's get out of here.

Percy Micro: Would you like it if everyone were to learn of your actions in Cairns? Because that can be arranged...

This startles Alpine, who climbs immediately back onto the turnbuckle. He dives straight off with a double foot stomp. The thud between the steel chair and Bates' skull is sickening. Blood squirts over the chair and the fans look on in severe concern.

Zach Davis: SHIT! Get the medics!

Alpine looks mortified. He slowly starts walking towards the stage as the medics rush towards Bates.

Freddy Whoa: Is he…?

Bates pushes off the medics and grabs the ropes, staring at Alpine as blood drips over his face. Bates climbs up, stretches his arms, and roars in a quiet arena as the blood pours from his skull.

Zach Davis: Thomas Uriel Bates will have a chance to face off against both Gemini Battle and Brent Alpine at Revenge, and from the looks of it, revenge is the only thing on his mind.

Kandi Washington Segment

The scene opens up backstage from the ringside area as Hank Brown is standing in front of the cameraman with a microphone in hand. As he goes to open the scene, there is somebody beside him who is adjusting her dress.

Hank Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Hank Brown standing by with the newly signed “First Lady of Wrestling” Kandi Washington and her Sweet Annihilation tag team, consisting of Drake Knight and Ice. Now Kandi, if I may what are your intentions for WCF?

She licks her lips and flips her hair over the shoulder.

Kandi Washington: Clearly, you don’t know the reputation I have in professional wrestling Hank because if you had, you would know I am always controversial, and wherever I go I plan on making an everlasting impression. I want to start by taking over the tag team division and one-by-one, this monstrous team is going to destroy the other tag teams in this company!

The camera quickly looks over at Drake and Ice standing by her with their arms crossed across the chest.

Hank Brown: I can assure you, it will be quite the competition…

Kandi holds her hand against her chest and laughs playfully.

Kandi Washington: Excuse me, Hank? Are you seeing the two monsters standing to my side? They will demolish and crush anybody who tries to get in their path. When they are finished with this victims, it will look like a path of destruction and the pain of destruction will lead right to those tag team championships.

Drake and Ice lower their hands to their waists as they begin to circle their waists, imagining the titles are already there.

Kandi Washington: I promise you this team specializes in results and they will do whatever it takes to prove they are the next big thing in the WCF’s tag team division. I am making the announcement right now to any administrator that’s listening to me… Next week on Slam, I am issuing the challenge to Stuart Slane and Nathan Chambers in a nontitle tag team match to give them a preview of what they can expect in their near future!

She slides her fingernails across her shoulders as she smirks confidently.

Hank Brown: Stuart Slane and Nathan Chambers are a very respectable…

Kandi holds her hand up to Hank, cutting him off.

Kandi Washington: Stop right there Hank, I won’t tolerate your disrespect! Do you really think they are deserving of those titles? They didn’t earn them! They haven’t faced a team as decorate or talented as my. They have had the privilege to being pushed to their limits and let me be the first one to say, I will unleash these two monsters onto them without question. When they have to answer for their lack of skill, there will be nobody else to blame except for their own inabilities and inexperience. Ignorance is bliss, but now ignorance is just plain ass stupid because Sweet Annihilation has arrived!

She looks over her shoulder as Drake snarls with a grin across his face.

Drake Knight: I don’t need any special weapons or stipulations to prove my dominance. I can use my own bare hands to crack, break, and shatter my opponent’s bones. Bring on any team and I will gladly leave with the victory. I will be the next number one contender for the tag team championships!

Ice sighs.

Ice: You mean; we will leave as the next number one contender. But Hank, I might be a woman, but I’m not Kandi Washington. I don’t lie on my back and let people walk over me. I can bring it to any man, woman, or thing that tries to intervene on my goals. I don’t appreciate Kandi speaking for me, but I actually do like the idea about facing off against the champions in a nontitle match next week on Slam. I bet you, they don’t have the balls to step in the ring with Drake and I.

Drake starts to crack his knuckles.

Drake Knight: I’ve always learned if they don’t come to you, then you go to them. We will be lurking behind every corner and shadows of the arena until they agree to the match. I just need ONE opportunity. ONE chance. It will be KNIGHT, KNIGHT for them both!

Kandi holds her hands out as she cocks her head up, smirking deviously.

Kandi Washington: Does that satisfy your little interview Hank? I’m pretty sure we got the point across. Sweet Annihilation is going to DESTROY this division and by the beginning of 2017, they will be the next WCF Tag Team Champions! It will be over my dead body that I allow any other team the satisfaction of taking down MY creation!

She holds her right hand out and folds it into a fist as she holds it close to Hank’s face. Hank’s eyes widen as he looks nervous by it. She laughs and starts to strut off as Drake and Ice continue staring down at him, slowly making their way behind Kandi. The scene fades back out to ringside.

King of the Deathmatch Tournament Final
C4 Exploding Ring Deathmatch
Mikey eXtreme vs Corey Black

Zach Davis: And at long last, we've gotten here.

Freddy Whoa: The G1 Climax. The Super J Cup. The CWC. The Battle of Los Angeles. The King of Trios. In professional wrestling, summer means tournaments, and this week the WCF introduced it's very own tournament in this vein - the WCF King of the Deathmatch tournament.

Zach Davis: Six of WCF's best fought tooth and nails, left their blood, sweat and tears in the ring. Three legends, Corey Black, Odin Balfore and Adam Young. One man on the cusp of becoming a legend, Mikey eXtreme. And two of WCF's newest hot prospects, Psychopomp and Triple A. This tournament had it all.

Freddy Whoa: They fought through glass, barbed wire, cages, fire, electricity - anything you can imagine. But tonight we've got the ultimate death match, the C4 exploding deathmatch.

Zach Davis: Those six men fought but only one man emerged with a perfect record - Corey Black.

Seth Lerch: Known not only for his skill in deathmatches but his complete inability to finish writing one, Corey Black owes me my fucking deathmatch.

Freddy Whoa: Corey Black skirts equally between the favorite to win this tournament before it started and a long shot. Let's be frank - he hasn't been wrestling every week. He's not out there every show. When he IS here, he gives it everything he's got, but he hasn't had a major singles Title run here in the WCF since losing the WCF World Title and starting off the era of Jonny Fly back in 2012.

Zach Davis: But he hasn't sat on his laurels. He HAS held the Internet Title, Tag Titles, Trios Titles. In fact, speaking of tournaments, he's always been a major player in the Trios Cup Tournament. He's a man that has been a part of history from WCF's beginning and all these years later, he's made history in the first ever round robin tournament in WCF history.

Freddy Whoa: As for Mikey eXtreme, the nail was hit on the head earlier - he hasn't quite reached the legendary status that Corey and Odin enjoy, but he's not a newcomer like Pomp and Triple A. He's on the cusp of greatness, and he's looking to make this tournament the last tipping point to send him over the edge.

Zach Davis: Mikey's US Title runs have been legendary. He's held the belt three times, and one of those teams he defeated our reigning World Champion to capture the Championship!

Freddy Whoa: However, with the United States Title rebranded, Mikey eXtreme's legacy now comes into question. Due to his dominance of that division, and I only realized this doing my research for this match - Mikey eXtreme has never held any other belt here in the WCF.

Zach Davis: That said, WCF isn't all about belts. It is about moments, and Mikey eXtreme has had more than his share of those. That said, he's looking to add the greatest possible moment he could achieve to that list here tonight by winning this tournament.

Freddy Whoa: We may hold another King of the Deathmatch tournament next year, but there will only ever be one chance at winning the FIRST King of the Deathmatch tournament. Tonight is that night. No matter what, no one will be able to take that away from Mikey eXtreme if he can pull it off.

Zach Davis: Let's do this.

The lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head titled back as he looks to the ceiling.

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

Mikey ignores the fans trying to reach out to touch him. He throws the kendo stick into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, crawling to the corner where he sits laughing and rocking back and forth.

Freddy Whoa: Mikey eXtreme is alone tonight. With explosives involved.... Only two men will enter here.

The lights slowly fade to black. The JumboTron shows shots of a big wooden cross wrapped in barbed wire in the middle of a thunderstorm. While the cross is shown, the churchy music plays. "Payback" by Flaw comes on through the organ music.

Zach Davis: ...this music...

As soon as the heavy part of the song kicks in, a spotlight hits, and Creeping Death stands on the stage with his head down, hair covering his face.

Freddy Whoa: ......WHOA!

Most of the crowd pops, cheering for Creeping Death, but he isn't phased. He walks down to the ring stoic, almost zombie like in his movements. He reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, then stands up and goes right back to the creepy motions. Slowly swinging his head left to right, eyes on the floor. He then turns his attention to Mikey eXtreme, his eyes lock onto the opponent and Creeping Death smiles wide, lifting his head up and looking down his nose at Mikey. This is the first look at Creeping Death's face paint, which is haphazard at best. It looks like he just dumped white in his hand and smeared it, then tried to quickly draw a skull pattern, but it is disconcerting at the very least.

Zach Davis: I... don't know what to say here.

The bell sounds. Mikey is clearly taken aback; he doesn't immediately make any motions.

Freddy Whoa: Corey Black broke into this business as the sick, sadistic Creeping Death. He conquered that sickness - for the most part. We've seen Creeping Death come out on occasion, but...... never in a deathmatch.

Mikey shakes it off and runs at Creeping Death. He starts pummeling him with blow after blow to the head, which Creeping Death makes no attempt to block. Mikey kicks CD in the gut, doubling him over before irish whipping him to the other corner. Creeping Death hits and Mikey runs at him, Clotheslining him. Mikey grabs him and does a Bulldog out of the corner before pinning him.



No, Creeping Death quickly but somewhat stiffly gets the shoulder up.

Zach Davis: The action has started out quickly here! Mikey eXtreme was clearly NOT ready for Creeping Death but he's not going to let this stop him.

Freddy Whoa: He doesn't have time to hesitate. This is a C4 EXPLODING RING death match. That means THE RING IS LITERALLY GOING TO EXPLODE after twenty minutes!

Zach Davis: Not only that - but there are boards with explosives attached in two of the four corners. This is the most dangerous match in WCF history. And we've, uh... we've seen a lot.

Mikey pulls Creeping Death to his feet and goes to whip him into one of the corners with an explosive board. Creeping Death stops Mikey in his tracks. Mikey mouths "no" as Corey Black reverses the whip and pulls him in, executing a T-Bone Suplex that sends him flying out of the ring!

Freddy Whoa: Mikey to the outside!

As Mikey stands up the crowd is on their feet, Creeping Death runs... SUICIDE DIVE! He crashes into Mikey who is sent flying back into the guardrail.

Zach Davis: You know you're in for a hell of a match when a Suicide Dive is an opening move.

Mikey stumbles forward and Creeping Death executes a Back Bodydrop, causing Mikey to fall once again onto the cold, hard cement. CD then begins looking under the apron.

Freddy Whoa: God only knows what is under there...

Creeping Death pulls out a spool of barbed wire.

Zach Davis: Uh oh.

Creeping Death rolls back into the ring and ties the first bit of barbed wire from the spool to one turnbuckle before beginning to circle the barbed wire along the top and bottom ropes, tightly, making his way down the entire length of one side of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: He's creating a wall of barbed wire along a fourth of the ring. I can't remember ever seeing this before. Previous C4 deathmatches have had barbed wire ropes, but this may be worse.

This, however, takes time, and right as CD finishes, Mikey eXtreme is back in the ring - and he's got a kendo stick. He smacks CD with it across his back - but CD doesn't even flinch. He turns around and Mikey smacks Creeping Death right in the face with it. This time, Creeping Death holds his head and turns... before turning back with a grin on his face.

Zach Davis: Creeping Death isn't a wrestler, he is a monster. He is Michael Myers, he is Jason Voorhees... and worst of all? In a match like this, he may be Jigsaw.

Mikey doesn't care. He smacks Corey in the face yet again with the kendo stick, which takes Creeping Death down. Mikey follows up with a White Russian Legsweep.

Freddy Whoa: If Creeping Death is Jason Voorhees, Mikey eXtreme just may be Freddy Krueger, Zach!

Mikey rolls away and quickly starts whacking Creeping Death's body over and over again with the kendo stick, unrelenting.

Zach Davis: Having Creeping Death here makes this a much more dangerous match for Mikey eXtreme - but it still says Corey Black on his birth certificate, Freddy. He isn't invincible. Despite all of our wrestling cliches, he is still just a man, and Mikey eXtreme knows that. And men can be beaten.

Freddy Whoa: If it says Corey Black on Creeping Death's birth certificate, what does it say on Mikey eXtreme's?

Mikey soon throws the kendo stick away and picks Creeping Death up. He hits him with a few forearms to the face before throwing him to a corner without an explosive board. Creeping Death jumps up onto the top and goes for a Moonsault, but as his body comes into contact with Mikey's, Mikey drops him with a Codebreaker!


Mikey pins CD, hooking the leg.




Freddy Whoa: What does it mean for Mikey eXtreme to be facing Creeping Death instead of Corey Black, exactly? Does his gameplan change significantly?

Zach Davis: That depends on what Mikey's plan was. Even more than Corey Black, Creeping Death likes to inflict pain - and has a higher tolerance for it as well. Mikey most likely needs to turn the volume up one hundred percent, whatever he was planning.

Freddy Whoa: And throughout this tournament we've seen that Mikey eXtreme goes into every match with some kind of plan, this we know.

Mikey lifts Creeping Death up and throws him once again towards one of the corners with the explosive boards - but again CD stops him in his tracks. CD pulls him in but this time Mikey decks him in the head before CD can complete the whip and then rakes his eyes. The fans boo as CD stumbles away and Mikey runs at him and Dropkicks him in the back of the head. Corey stumbles into a non explosive corner. Mikey runs to one of the corners with an explosive board and positions it on the ground near the corner Creeping Death is resting against. Mikey then lifts CD up onto the turnbuckle, his back facing the ring.

Zach Davis: Speaking of plans, Mikey clearly has some evil intentions here....

Mikey climbs up with CD and clubs him in the back of the head a few times before grappling him.

Freddy Whoa: No... NO!

SPIDER GERMAN SUPLEX ONTO THE EXPLOSIVE BOARD! As Creeping Death hits the board, a small explosion goes off, and Creeping Death flails in pain. Once he's done Mikey takes a deep breath and flies.


NO!, Creeping Death has the presence of mind to roll away! Mikey hits a splintered board. Summoning everything he has, Creeping Death somehow runs to the ropes, bounces, runs back....


Creeping Death pins Mikey eXtreme.



The crowd gasps!


Creeping Death gets back up and hits the ropes again - as he comes back Mikey slaps his knee away, spins him around and drops him with a Reverse DDT. Finally, both men rest on the mat, breathing heavily.

Zach Davis: These men could hit the twenty minute mark at any moment. They're not wearing watches, they don't know how long they've got - they just know they have to end this match as soon as they can.

Freddy Whoa: We've already seen one explosion - and not Mikey's move. Jesus.

Zach Davis: Now seems like a good time to mention, there will be no trophy ceremony tonight since it is assumed the winner of this tournament will most likely be barely alive. That will be next week on Slam.

Mikey is the first to stumble up, though he's on dream street. He hits a Dropkick to Creeping Death, who is just starting to get up too. Creeping Death stumbles back, towards his barbed wire wall, but doesn't let himself back into it. Mikey runs at CD but Creeping Death sidesteps it, causing Mikey to run right into the barbed wire wall.

Freddy Whoa: Uh oh...

Mikey yelps out in pain and Creeping Death spins him around and hits an explosive elbow to his skull. And another. And another.

Zach Davis: For all of the explosions and weapons and barbed wire... Is anything quite as damaging as blunt force trauma from repeated elbows to the head?

Creeping Death grabs Mikey's arms and puts him in the gets him stuck in the ropes, barbed wire digging into him.

Freddy Whoa: We've seen this so many times in pro wrestling... but without the barbed wire! Damn!

Creeping Death kicks Mikey, but Mikey's body isn't able to double over to absorb it due to being caught in the ropes. He then hits a series of chops before running to the opposite side of the ring.

Zach Davis: Creeping Death comes back...

ROARING ELBOW TO MIKEY EXTREME! Mikey has nowhere to go!, he takes the full blunt of the force!


Mikey eXtreme is out. Creeping Death rolls out of the ring.

Zach Davis: What is he going for now?

He pulls a ladder out from underneath.

Freddy Whoa: We should have known... Creeping Death and ladders are practically synonymous with each other.

Creeping Death slides the ladder into the ring and slides in with it. Mikey eXtreme has freed himself of his barbed wire prison and Creeping Death jabs him in the stomach with the ladder. Mikey goes down, holding his gut in pain. Creeping Death sets up the ladder near a corner. Mikey charges CD out of desperation but CD hits him with a back elbow, even more impactful given the earlier offense. CD hits the ropes and drops Mikey with a Lariat to the back of the head.

Zach Davis: A huge barrage of offense directed at Mikey's head here. And you can't really argue against that. This is a deathmatch, it isn't going to get stopped for a concussion. Knock someone out, knock them loopy, make sure they can't think straight - you've got an advantage. And Creeping Death has done that.

Creeping Death grabs the other explosive board and sets it on top of Mikey eXtreme. Creeping Death then begins climbing up his ladder.

Freddy Whoa: ...No matter what he does here, I'm not saying "whoa." This is too sick. It doesn't deserve a whoa.

Creeping Death reaches the top; the crowd is hushed in shock.

Zach Davis: He can't...

Freddy Whoa: The board is face down on Mikey eXtreme's prone body. Even Creeping Death can't do this.

But he can. Creeping Death reaches the top of the ladder and flies off.


As Creeping Death connects with the explosive board, it explodes; Mikey eXtreme yells out in extreme pain. Creeping Death scurries over his burnt body and pins him.

Freddy Whoa: Please, Mikey... don't kick out.



Zach Davis: No. Mikey, you idiot. Mikey kicked out.

Creeping Death is emotionless as he picks Mikey eXtreme up. Again with the elbows.

Freddy Whoa: No. Mikey eXtreme collapses onto the mat, he can't even stay to a vertical base for CD to elbow.

Zach Davis: But yet he'll find a way to kick out. How does this match end?

Freddy Whoa: Well, there are literally explosives under the ring, soooo... I'm scared for the first time in history, this will be a death match not only in name only but in reality as well.

Mikey swats one elbow away, then another. He strikes CD in the face with a sloppy right hook, sending CD reeling. He kicks him in the gut - no, CD grabs his foot. CD spins him around and grabs his head. He runs to the turnbuckle and goes for a Tornado DDT but Mikey eXtreme reverses it into a Northern Lights Suplex, Suplexing his body first into the barbed wire wall and then again onto the mat for a pin!



NO!, Creeping Death escapes!

Zach Davis: Mikey eXtreme back in the driver's seat here!

That is, if he can get his focus back. He shakes his head, trying to get back with it. He picks Creeping Death up and throws him to the ropes and as he comes back Mikey drops him with a Clothesline. Creeping Death stumbles up and Mikey charges him and executes a Shining Wizard!

Freddy Whoa: Mikey goes to the outside now.... He's pulling out a table!

Mikey slides the table into the ring. CD is back to his feet but Mikey takes him down with a Snapmare before kicking him in the back of the spine. Mikey then sets the table up and grabs the spool of barbed wire used earlier.

Zach Davis: He's wrapping the table in barbed wire now.... God damn.

CD is up again and Mikey clubs him in the back of the head, trying to keep him down. Mikey executes a Bodyslam before hitting the ropes immediately and hitting an EXTINGUISHED DROPKICK! on Creeping Death!

Freddy Whoa: eXtinguished! Outta nowhere!

Mikey again rolls out of the ring.

Zach Davis: What now?

Mikey brings out some gasoline from under the ring. The crowd oooooh's.

Freddy Whoa: We all know what's coming here. That table...

Mikey pours the gasoline all over the table.

Zach Davis: This is already a C4 deathmatch, we've already had two explosions! Come on, Mikey!

Mikey douses the table, which is already wrapped in barbed wire, with gasoline. The fans are in a hushed silence as he does so.

Freddy Whoa: And here it is. Mikey pulls out matches from his pocket.

Zach Davis: Mikey sets the table ablaze.

Creeping Death is up. Mikey's eyes go wide as CD rushes him.


Mikey ducks away from Creeping Death easily and grabs him by the back of the neck.


Freddy Whoa: OH. MY. GOD.

Mikey eXtreme pulls the scorched and scarred Creeping Death from the wreckage and pins him.





Freddy Whoa: HOW IN THE HELL!?

Mikey gets up and grabs the referee by the collar, asking him what the fuck happened. The ref knows he has no protection against being attacked and doesn't really have anything to say. Mikey shoves him away and turns back to CD, who has used the ropes to get back to his feet.

Zach Davis: Creeping Death is up....

Freddy Whoa: X MARKS THE SPOT!



Creeping Death throws his body over Mikey's.




Creeping Death rolls away. He starts kicking at Mikey, out of plans, out of ideas. He picks him up and throws him towards a corner. He runs at him and hits a Running Knee before lifting him up onto the top.

Freddy Whoa: These men have gone through everything... And they're still wrestling.

Zach Davis: After Slam, after Philly, and now back at Slam... how is Mikey still alive?

Creeping Death climbs up with Mikey eXtreme. He has him positioned for a Superlex.

Freddy Whoa: What does he have up his sleeve now? We've seen him hit the Torture's Device, and now...

Creeping Death hits a Top Rope Falcon Arrow!

Zach Davis: MadPlex Beta! INTO THE PIN!

Creeping Death puts the full weight of his body into it.




Freddy Whoa: Creeping Death rolls away now... What else?

Both men lay motionless.





Creeping Death is first to his feet. Slowly but surely he pulls Mikey up. He hits a few elbows, not as impactful as earlier in the match but deadly nonetheless.

Zach Davis: In the shadow of Price Tower, Corey Black won FIVE matches to get here. But against Mikey eXtreme, he's busted out the Torture's Device and the MadPlex Beta and he STILL hasn't been able to defeat him!

Creeping Death throws Mikey to the ropes but Mikey reverses the irish whip. As Creeping Death hits the ropes and comes back Mikey goes for a Cross Body, but CD goes for a Cross Body too - both men hit it at the same time and hit the mat.

Freddy Whoa: Mikey eXtreme doing his best to claw back here and fight back from those huge moves CD hit...

Both men are up at the same time. With wreckage all around them - ashes of a table, a barbed wire wall, a kendo stick - they trade sloppy blows, the strikes of two men that hate each other but who's brains have been reduced to mush incapable of remembering exactly why, running on pure destructive instinct.

Zach Davis: Forget the Olympics, forget any other support - this is the epitome of competitive sport. This is life or death.

Corey gains the upper hand and throws Mikey to the ropes. Again, Mikey reverses it but as he does Creeping Death swings for a Clothesline. Mikey ducks it.


NO!, Corey reverses it into an Arm Drag! Both men to their feet.


No, Creeping Death ducks that. Both men face each other.

Freddy Whoa: Kick to the gut from Creeping Death.


As CD brings Mikey down-


The ring explodes.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD.

As CD brings Mikey down with his classic finisher, the C4 beneath the ring explodes. The crowd which was previously hot for the finish is now hot due only to explosions, and they begin coughing from the smoke. The ring has literally broken into pieces, collapsing into itself, as it exploded and created a hole in the center.

Freddy Whoa: We should've noticed the ref run for cover... God....

As the smoke clears, Creeping Death's arm is draped over the body of Mikey eXtreme.

Zach Davis: Please.... Let this end.




Zach Davis: It... it's done.

Freddy Whoa: Creeping Death, Corey Black, whatever the name.. He wins.

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Most of our medical staff is checking on Creeping Death. Some of them are checking on Mikey eXtreme. A handful are checking on our ringside fans to make sure no one suffered heat burns.

Freddy Whoa: I hope this is the last tournament of its kind, because we can't do this again. It was a nightmare, pure and simple.

The referee, in a weak attempt at making a moment, grabs Creeping Death's arm - an arm partially buried under the rubble of weapons and the squared circle. Slam fades to black.

Table of Contents

Internet Title Contract Signing

Dion Necurat vs Christopher Mathias vs Alex Winterz vs John Thomas

Henry Spearman Segment

Kira Izumi vs Jason O'Neal vs Mark Gallagher

Seth Lerch/Baron Segment

Chaos/Doc Henry vs CJ Phoenix/Teddy Blaze

Mikey eXtreme Segment

FreeKsHoW/Jason Cash vs Kevin Bishop/The Baron/Damian Kaine

Henry Spearman/Jordan Ciserano vs Oblivion/Lester Parish

Tag Team Titles Match: Tomohawk/Bad News Benson vs Stuart Slane/Nathan Chambers

Deathmatch Segment

Television Title on the Line: Thomas Uriel Bates vs Gemini Battle/Brent Alpine

Kandi Washington Segment

King of the Deathmatch Tournament Final: Mikey eXtreme vs Corey Black

Of The Week

Deathmatch Tournament Winner
Mikey eXtreme vs Corey Black



Gemini Battle
Thomas Uriel Bates
Zombie McMorris
Kevin Bishop
Teddy Blaze
Tag Team:
Stuart Slane/Nathan Chambers