Live from the Garret Coliseum in Montgomery, Alabama
Voice: Tonight, I ask for your prayers for all those who grieve, for the children whose worlds have been shattered, for all whose sense of safety and security has been threatened. And I pray they will be comforted by a power greater than any of us, spoken through the ages in Psalm 23: ‘Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me.’
A video remembering the attacks on 9-11-01 starts playing as "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC starts playing and out steps Adam Young, Myra Perez-Young, and Joesph Young all wearing black t-shirts with a logo with a pitbull dog and the words New Breed on them. They stand there for a moment and then two other men stand next to them in the same shirts.
Adam Young: WCF my father has helped me put together a group of well tuned men to rescue WCF from the vermin who have infested this holy place I have called home since 2009. You have been put on notice vermin.
Sarah Twilight Segment
Suddenly "The Only One" by Evanescence hits the arena and the crowd begins to boo like CRAZY.
Zack Davis: Well here is our "illustrious" General Manager. These people obviously not happy to see her and quite frankly, neither am I.
Freddy Whoa: After her open letter to our World Champion, Thomas Bates this past week, how can you blame people? She's said she will be changing the World Championship match at WAR, removing Corey Black and instead naming a contender herself. This is NOT something people want to see happen.
Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory before an ENRAGED crowd before she reaches the ring steps and climbs inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER. With a smirk, she grabs a mic and stands in the center of the ring to address the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: Alright shut up.
The crowd just boos even more.
Sarah Twilight: Whatever. I made it perfectly clear that Thomas Bates was NOT going to make his own choice of a contender for the WCF World Championship at WAR ... and that is what I am going to address right now.
MORE boos from the crowd.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous. Corey Black challenged Bates, that challenge was accepted and the buzz surrounding the two men and their meeting at WAR has been the hottest thing going in WCF today. Sarah Twilight has NO business interfering with that.
Freddy Whoa: I agree. This is simply a blatant abuse of power. That's all it comes down to.
Sarah Twilight: So ... in place of Corey Black ... at WAR to take on Thomas Bates for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship ...
Before Sarah can finish her sentence ... "The Way of Vikings" by Amon Amarth hits the PA as the lights drop and purple lights illuminate the arena. The crowd goes APESHIT.
Zach Davis: Corey Black! He was not going to let this go down like this!
Freddy Whoa: Damn right. He has been through HELL the last few months and just his victory in the Deathmatch series ALONE has earned him his shot at the WCF World Champion. He's not going to allow Sarah Twilight to walk in here and take that from him.
A few moments later Corey Black emerges from the backstage area wearing a black leather vest. He makes his way down to the ring, all business and slides in, getting right in Sarah's face. Corey does NOT look happy.
Sarah narrows her eyes at him, not looking pleased herself.
Sarah Twilight: What the HELL do you think you're doing out here?
Crowd is tensed up, waiting to see what happens.
Corey Black: Look Twilight, I don't give a damn who left you in charge. This is my show, my ring and at WAR I'm your next World Champion. So before you embarrass yourself, I'd suggest shutting up and heading to the back and throwing your weight around where it might actually matter ... like, with people who aren't me.
Sarah looks PISSED and is about to respond when suddenly ... “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, then images of previous matches against legends and superstars of the WCF, ending with him holding the WCF World Championship in the air at WCF Revenge. As the video continues to play, Thomas Uriel Bates steps out to the stage wearing his wrestling attire, and holding the WCF World Championship on his shoulder. Bates glares down at the ring, staring intensely at both Corey Black and Sarah Twilight as he walks to the ring. He arrives at the ring and walks up the steps. He moves to the center of the apron, and keeping his eyes centered on Corey Black, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates steps towards Sarah Twilight and stretches out his arms, and roars, making a statement to her. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect.
Zach Davis: Now our World Champion joins the mix. I think he's heard enough as well.
Freddy Whoa: Thomas Bates wants Corey Black at WAR. Corey Black wants Thomas Bates at WAR. They aren't going to sit back and watch Sarah Twilight undermine that, even if she is in charge.
Bates and Black have an INTENSE staredown and the crowd is eating up every second of it. But the moment isn't permitted to last very long as Sarah Twilight completely loses it.
Sarah Twilight: I don't give a shit what you want ...
She points at Corey Black.
Sarah Twilight: I don't give a shit what YOU want ...
She points at Thomas Bates.
Sarah Twilight: And I sure as HELL don't give a shit what any of you want!
She points out at the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: You two can stare at each other all you want and it doesn't matter whatsoever because I AM naming your contender for WAR, Bates whether any of you like it or not!
Once again all is interrupted as "Raining Blood" by Slayer hits ... The Butcher makes his way from the back. Corey Black gives Sarah Twilight the most blatant "Are you fucking kidding me?" look of all time. However, Sarah's facial expressions indicated she wasn't expecting this guy either.
Zach Davis: The Butcher? What the hell?
Freddy Whoa: I highly doubt this is Sarah's named number one contender ... she doesn't look any too happy to see him out here.
The Butcher makes his way into the ring and demands a microphone from the ring hands. Sarah Twilight is completely losing her shit as to why this guy was even out here at ALL. He takes the mic to his lips as Bates grabs hold of him, sending him into the ropes. On the return BATES BOOT ... not once but TWICE!!! Corey Black ALSO nails Butcher with Bates' famed match-ender ... CLEARLY sending a message to his rival. The Butcher is LAID OUT and the crowd CHEERS wildly.
Zach Davis: BATES BOOT by Thomas Bates AND Corey Black! LOOK at the intensity between them!
Freddy Whoa: This just got taken to a WHOLE NEW LEVEL!
Bates and Black share a staredown once again before individually exitting the ring. Corey smirks at Sarah and shakes his head. The message was clear, these two men were fighting at WAR whether Sarah Twilight liked it or not.
Freddy Whoa: Sarah never got to name her number one contender ... and it looks like she never needed to. Bates versus Black has just picked up a head of steam that no one can contain, not even our general manager.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight, not looking happy as she makes her way to the back behind Black and Bates. But I believe the message has been clear. This is the match WCF wants and this is the match they deserve.
Drakkein vs Steven Singh vs Bruno Armstrong vs Jay West
The lights begin flashing gold before they go out completely, then “The King” Jay West walks out and turns his jacket on. The lights turn back on with the gold tint as “I’m a King” by T.I. hits the speakers. Jay walks down the ramp stopping halfway putting his hands up while sparks fall on the entrance way (similar to the Randy Orton Legend Killer gimmick), he continues to the ring and gets and down into the AJ Styles taunt from TNA.
Freddy Whoa: First up, we’ve got four brand new recruits ready to make their WCF debut!
Zach Davis: What a match we've got to start things off! Most of these guys have been blowing up social media all week!
Power by Kanye West starts as the lights in the arena go out. As Kanye begins speaking the lights flicker in time with the claps of the beat as smoke is let onto the stage. When the beat drops Bruno “Iron” Armstrong steps out onto the entrance ramp and looks out onto the audience slowly panning his view across the arena with a grin. He begins walking to the ring as the voice in the song says "21st Century Schizoid Man" but suddenly "The Superstar" Steven Singh comes out from behind the curtain. He's ranting and raving, yelling something at Armstrong. Bruno stops and looks back at the wildly gesturing Singh. The Superstar jogs down the ramp, past Armstrong and slides into the ring, demanding a microphone.
Freddy Whoa: Okay, now what the hell is going on here.
"Power" by Kanye West still blares over the PA. Armstrong stops outside the ring as Singh gets on the microphone.
Steven Singh: Cut MY music! You hear me? CUT MY MUSIC!
Armstrong climbs up on the apron.
Steven Singh: That's right you no-talent a**-clown, this is MY music and the WCF needs to acknowledge that right now. This is a travesty! Where's Seth?! Get him out here to tell Armschlong to stop using my music!
Bruno climbs between the ropes and steps towards Singh.
Steven Singh: You think I'm scared of you, you sophomoric simple--
Freddy Whoa: Armstrong with a spear!
The microphone goes flying out Singh's hand and Armstrong is all over him with hard right hands. As the referee dives in to break them up, Armstrong relents and gives a clean break. He backs away with his arms raised in the air.
Zach Davis: That’s a real competitor, giving a clean break!
Freddy Whoa: Unfortunately for Armstrong, Jay West isn’t playing by the same set of rules and nails Bruno with a springboard forearm to the back of the head!
The referee is checking on “The Superstar” who appears to be holding his ribs and complaining.
Zach Davis: He may be hurt.
Freddy Whoa: So we’ve got one guy who may be hurt and another that hasn’t even gotten down here yet.
West measures a teetering Armstrong for a superman punch but Iron Armstrong blocks it and levels him with a crooked arm lariat. Meanwhile, Singh sits in a corner against a turnbuckle recovering. The referee asks him if he’s okay to go and Singh shrugs. Armstrong has picked up West and dropped him back down with a facebreaker DDT. Singh signals to the referee to just go ahead with the match and call for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: The referee isn’t sure what to do but it’s clear that two of these men came to fight!
Zach Davis: Yeah, the referee is looking toward the entrance, still waiting on the fourth member of this four way.
The referee shakes his head and calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like this one’s officially underway!
Just as the bell rings, Singh rolls out of the ring. Armstrong sets West up for a short arm clothesline but West ducks under, flips over and--
Freddy Whoa: Floatover DDT!
Zach Davis: Great move from The King of the Sky!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?
“The Superstar” Steven Singh has pulled on a headset and taken on a seat with Davis and Whoa.
Steven Singh: What the hell is right! Did you see that maniac attack me?!
Zach Davis: I saw you interrupt his entrance a--
Steven Singh: HIS entrance with MY music! That’s what you saw! And that’s why I came out when I did because MY music was playing!
Freddy Whoa: Well now it looks like Armstrong is hearing the sounds of silence as Jay West comes down on him with a standing moonsault!
Steven Singh: He’s going to be hearing from my lawyers, that’s what he’ll be hearing soon! He might’ve broken my ribs with that spear!
Inside the ring, West drops a leg across the throat of Armstrong and goes for a cover…one...t---
Zach Davis: No! A short two count!
Seeing he needs to inflict more damage to keep Armstrong down, West heads to the top rope and comes flying down with a diving cross body.
Freddy Whoa: Caught by Armstrong! What power!
Steven Singh: Oh big f’n deal. Nobody’s impressed.
Freddy Whoa: I’m kind of impressed.
Steven Singh: No one cares, Whoa.
Freddy Whoa: Armstrong hoists West up across his shoulders and into a Fireman’s Carry….
Zach Davis: He’s looking for the Iron Man Buster!
Jay West kicks his legs and wriggle off of Bruno’s shoulders. Jay West with a dropkick sends Armstrong stumbling. Another dropkick and he stumbles back again. West grabs Armstrong by the neck and runs up the turnbuckle for a Sliced Bread #2 but no!
Freddy Whoa: Armstrong launched West over the top rope and out of the ring!
Zach Davis: Yeah but Armstrong looks spent.
Steven Singh: Pardon me, gentlemen!
The referee leans over the ropes to check on West lying outside the ring and Armstrong leans against the ropes with his back to the commentators’ table. Singh pops off his headset and nails Armstrong with a low blow from the outside. He hops up onto the apron, grabs Armstrong’s head, lays it over the second rope then backs up and drills Bruno in the face with a knee lift. Bruno hits the mat and Singh is quickly into the ring, getting the referee’s attention. The referee looks confused and asks again about the ribs but Singh gives him a thumbs up and covers Armstrong.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah those ribs look fine now...1…..2….another kickout from Armstrong!
The crowd pops for their Knight as the Superstar is visibly frustrated and gets into the referee’s face, clapping three quickly. Singh lifts up Armstrong and sets him up for a fisherman’s suplex.
Zach Davis: Blocked by Armstrong but Singh tries again...blocked again by Bruno….And now Armstrong counters with a brainbuster!
Freddy Whoa: Here comes West off the top! Sidestepped by Armstrong! West goes crashing down onto Singh!
Zach Davis: Armstrong with a cover on Singh...1….2….No! Broken up by the King Jay West!
Freddy Whoa: We’ve got quite a match! It looks like West is warming up the band.
Zach Davis: He’s looking for that Royal Kick as Armstrong goes back up and...ON THE BUTTON!
Armstrong is dropped and West falls down on top of him for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: BROKEN UP BY SINGH!
Zach Davis: I thought West had it!
Freddy Whoa: So did West!
West belly to belly suplexes Singh into the turnbuckle and Singh goes down. Again, he's grabbing those ribs. Bruno is still down and West is going BACK to the top rope.
Zach Davis: He warned us to get ready to fly! He’s looking The Terminal Velocity corkscrew leg drop off the top rope!
Armstrong is up to a knee as West is at the top rope. Here comes West off the top but--
Freddy Whoa: RAMPART PUNCH! Rampart Punch from Armstrong! West is out but alll three men are down!
Zach Davis: Armstrong crawls over to West and throws an arm over him…One....two...thre--
Freddy Whoa: Singh shoves him off of West!
Armstrong and Singh struggle back to their feet. The Superstar goes for a right hand but Armstrong ducks under it then scoops him and drops him ribs-first across his knee and then pushes him to the mat. Singh goes down clutching those ribs and West is starting to stir. Armstrong eyes West and heads to the top rope while the referee again checks on Singh’s ribs.
Zach Davis: Now BRUNO is heading to the top rope! He’s looking for that Vambrace Lariat! He’s standing on that top rope!
As the referee leans over to check on Singh he shoves him into the top rope! Armstrong loses his balance for just a moment allowing West to run up to the second turnbuckle and pop Armstrong with a forearm!
Freddy Whoa: By god, Armstrong out of the ring and all the way to the floor!
Zach Davis: His head just bounced off the floor!
Freddy Whoa: And what is this?!
With West’s eyes on Armstrong on the outside Singh grabs him from behind and nails him with a burning hammer.
Zach Davis: SUPERNOVA! SUPERNOVA!
Freddy Whoa: 1….2…..3! The Superstar stole this one! He faked a rib injury and then uses the ref to give himself an advantage?! What a crock!
Zach Davis: He won is what he did, Freddy!
The Superstar throws his hands up in victory but Armstrong is back up and slides into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Bruno is not pleased with how that match ended! And of course the coward Singh hightails it out of the ring.
Zach Davis: He’s half injured! What do you want from him, Freddy?!
Singh quickly drops and rolls out of the ring and heads up ramp. “Power” by Kanye plays as Armstrong leans over the ropes, staring a hole through the retreating Singh.
We open to a set of woods and the sound of a buzzing moped comes into view. The rider is non other than Psychopomp wearing a green ninja turtles helmet and a humming can be heard coming from Pomp, which resembles a watered down version of the actual Ninja Turtles theme song. He’s weaving in out of the trees at rapid speeds just before his face is attacked by a little person wearing clown makeup in a black cloak who dive bombs him from a tree above.
Psychopomp: HOLY HELL!
The little person grips onto Pomp’s face causing him to ram his moped right into a tree flinging the tiny clown across the forest and Pomp luckily falls on his head. As he is coming to, he is approached by a giant black man with some white witch doctor like make up on. Pomp rolls over and tries to scurry away, but Solomon grabs him by the leg and lifts him into the air. Sylvester steps out from behind Solomon with his smeared clown makeup still on and a slight smile crosses his lips.
Sylvester: Yes, The Plague will be very happy to find you finally graced him with your presence…
Pomp tries to kick himself free with his other foot, but Solomon just takes the shots without flinching.
Psychopomp: I was coming just fine before you guys showed up with your creepy… clown… makeup…
Pomp shudders at the thought.
Psychopomp: Besides you guys were the ones with the bad directions, granted I made some great biker friends and they did have delicious Fresca… So how about you let me down before you really make me mad?
Pomp contorts his body and looks directly at Solomon.
Psychopomp: Huh? Pal?
Solomon: I’m not your Pal, friend…
Pomp pecks at Solomon in a very bird fashion.
Psychopomp: Well I’m not your friend, buddy!
Solomon drops Pomp’s leg and Pomp lands face first into the dirt below.
Solomon: Clowns is your fear, huh?
Pomp slowly lifts himself up to his hands and he starts to look around him.
The rest of the freaks come out of the woods wearing clown make up and Sylvester gets down on one knee in front of Pomp.
Sylvester: I’m be your buddy, friend…
Sylvester lets out a cackling laugh that causes Pomp to pass out, half through the moped whiplash and the other by sheer horror of the sight of all the clowns.
As he comes to, he is lying in a bed inside of a wood cabin and on the side table next to him is a large white plate full of an assortment of cookies. Pomp nearly falls out of bed to grab at them, but as he does the door flings open. The Plague walks in with Karma next to him and Pomp sits staring blankly with a chocolate double chunk cookie hanging from his mouth and an Oreo double stuffed in his right hand.
Kevin Bishop: Psychopomp… I’m so happy to see you’ve found our lovely camp without fail… Sadly we missed you last week though, my freaks had such a nice ceremony planned for you… What happened, man?
Pomp shrugs as he crams the rest of his cookies into his mouth.
Psychopomp: You know… One thing led to another… I had that title match and all… Any way, I’m here now and thanks Karrrmmmaaaa....
Karma blushes and looks away for a second.
Psychopomp: Kevin have you tried them?! So good...
Pomp bounces in place on the bed and The Plague smirks.
Kevin Bishop: I got to be honest… I really do like you Pomp and I can’t really see why I do, but there is something about you that really connects with those I take into my Brotherhood… I’ve watched you your entire career in the WCF and you have shown a die-hard determination and a never quit attitude, that most men would kill for. You really are an inspiration and I knew the moment I stepped into the ring with you, that you were destined to become one of my brothers… Sure we joke around and my wife thinks of you as her own personal puppy, but come on, you love the cookies, so you’re half way there… So are you ready to join The Brotherhood? Are you ready to make your allegiance known to the masses?
Pomp clears off the plate and he stares at The Plague while he licks it.
Psychopomp: Sorry, i haven't really eaten since i left Tuesday. But i’m ready, sir and there’s only one question I have for you…
The Plague shrugs.
Kevin Bishop: Okay… Shoot…
Pomp slowly places the plate on the table next to him and he looks The Plague right in the eyes.
Psychopomp: Can your people handle The Pyschopomp Games?
Kevin gives him a puzzled look.
Psychopomp: What do you mean by that? What’s a Pyschopomp games?
Pomp starts to laugh but then gets serious.
Psychopomp: If I could be serious for a moment…
Pomp falls back to the bed with a laugh before kipping back up with a smile.
Psychopomp: This IS a camp, right? Didn’t you ever play camp games, like the ones where you get the trophy and everything? We will DO IT BIG HERE! That’s what Psychopomp brings to the table… Competition!
Pomp crosses his arms and smiles big. Kevin actually nods in agreement.
Kevin Bishop: Wow, I’m not going to lie, you may be onto something there… Welcome to The Brotherhood Brother Pomp... Now what other ideas might you have?
The two begin to talk more as the camera pulls back and fades away.
Alex Winterz vs Joe Smarts
'Lost in the Echos' by Linkin Park begins to play as Alex Winterz comes out from behind the curtain. He has a big smile on his face as he smiles right at the crowd. He begins to pat his right elbow pad before he starts to walk down the rampway giving high fives to the crowd. He gets into the ring and sits on the top turnbuckle just waiting for the bell to ring.
The crowd cheers (if face) or boos (if heel) when 'Vertigo' comes on. Joe comes rushing out and sprints down the ramp. He slides into the ring. The crowd goes wild (once again, depends)! He gets up and jumps on the 2nd Rope. He fists his hands and puts both his hands up. The crowd once again reacts (face/heel). He flips back onto the canvas. He is ready.
Zach Davis: That reaction was weird. I don't even understand what happened.
The two men circle each other.
Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! WE GUESS! BOTH THESE GUYS! WE GUESS!
Freddy Whoa: They're neutral, tweeners I guess, the crowd can't defide whether they like em or hate em.
Smarts runs at Winterz and gets an elbow right to the face for his trouble. He falls down but gets ack up only for Winterz to hits him with a series of palm strikes. He lifts him up for a Vertical Suplex, running, and hits it.
Zach Davis: Winterz goes for the pin.
No!, kickout by Smarts. Winterz transitions into a chinlock.
Freddy Whoa: No reaction from the crowd. They just can't decide!
But Smarts works his way up and elbows himself free. He hits the ropes and comes back but Winterz hits a Hurricanrana. He then climbs to the top rope.
Zach Davis: Alex Winterz, going high risk...
He flies off with a Senton!, but Smarts rolls away! Both men get to their feet and Smarts catches him in a Northern Lights Suplex bridge pin!
No!, Winterz escapes.
Freddy Whoa: So far this match had been all Alex Winterz, but Joe Smarts is making a comeback.
Both men are to their feet and Smarts goes to kick Winterz but Winterz catches it and elbows Smarts' leg. Smarts backs off and rushes Winterz, but Winterz catches him and hits a T-Bone Suplex into the turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: Vicious!
Smarts gets back up and as he leans into the turnbuckle Winterz begins hitting a series of machine gun chops in the corner! Smarts stumbles out of it and Winterz runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: Running knee to the head!
No!, Smarts shoves him away and executes an Overhead Belly to Belly Powerbomb.
Zach Davis: BRIANIAC BOMB!
Smarts drops down and pins him.
Freddy Whoa: There it is! We have our winner!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: Going into War, every win matters,a nd Joe Smarts just picked one up!
Freddy Whoa: Great showing by Alex Winterz, War is alll about upsets and all that matters is when the time comes.
Smarts celebrates as we go to commercial.
Sarah Twilight/Board of Directors Segment
We cut backstage to Sarah Twilight's office as she sits with her feet kicked up on the desk, not a care in the world. A stack of papers beside her that she has been completely ignoring. The television monitor affixed to the wall adjacent to her displays Slam live, and it is on mute. The general manager is not paying attention to the program. There is a knock at her door followed by a man entering the room. He is dressed in a navy blue business suit, carrying a folder and has a full beard in grey. The man is also balding as he approaches the Mistress of Mischief.
Man: Miss Twilight? May we have a word?
Sarah turns her head to look at the man, and appears quite annoyed.
Sarah Twilight: Who the fuck are you?
Man: I am Raymond Farrow, a member of the board of directors here at WCF.
Sarah rolls her eyes at him, not interested in discussing any business matters.
Raymond Farrow: Miss Twilight, I do understand that you are quite busy at the time. But these matters are of an immediate nature.
Sarah waves her hand dismissively at him in annoyance, as a way to just let him get on with things.
Sarah Twilight: Fine, whatever. What do you want?
Raymond sighs and has a seat across from her.
Raymond Farrow: Now, I don't wish to come across in a disrespectful manner ... but quite frankly, there are some concerns among the board.
Sarah raises an eyebrow at him.
Sarah Twilight: Oh?
Raymond Farrow: The interference in the world championship match at WAR ... well, it was the final straw. We need leadership ... confidence, and we need to keep our fan base happy.
Sarah Twilight: Cut the shit, Ray. What's your point?
Raymond Farrow: Right, yes. Well, Seth offered you a contract and we cannot change that. So we are willing to offer you the very same contract that Seth had given to you ... just ... with you being a competing member of the roster rather than ... the general manager of WCF.
Sarah smirks a bit, laughing at him.
Sarah Twilight: And then what, dumbass? YOU morons sent Seth to rehab. Who's going to run the show?
Raymond nods as he addresses her very valid point.
Raymond Farrow: As the current general manager ... should you sign the contract to transition back to an active member of the roster, we would also have you sign with the board of directors in your last official act as general manager to release Seth from his mandatory rehab, effective immediately. He would resume control of all operations next week.
Raymond cautiously places the documents down on the desk in front of Sarah as he further explains his stance.
Raymond Farrow: As I said, your compensation would remain the very same as Seth had offered you, but you would instead be a competitor and Seth would return to his role in the corporate structure of the business.
He stumbles a bit near the end, knowing the selling points weren't very strong.
Raymond Farrow: Miss Twilight, I understand giving up so much power is a very hard choice to make. And ...
To Raymond's surprise, Sarah signs both documents without ANY hesitation. She slides them back over to him and grins with a bit of wicked laughter.
Sarah Twilight: We're done here, Ray. Seth comes back in charge next week ... I'm once again a wrestler. That's what you wanted, right? Good ... now get the fuck out of my face before I show you what wrestlers do to bitches like you!
Raymond, stunned by her quick signing and VERY intimidated by her threats grabs the documents and quickly exits the office. We cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: SETH LERCH returns next week! What an unexpected turn of events!
Freddy Whoa: I think both Seth and Sarah played the board. I've never seen someone sign so quick in my life. Seth got out of rehab ... but DAMN Sarah never looked so happy in her life than to give up hat General Manager job.
Zach Davis: You think all of this was deliberate?
Freddy Whoa: I'm just saying ... with the quickness she was out.
Cliff of Doom vs Jason O'Neal vs Jaice Wilds vs Jake Wakefield
Kyle Steel: This contest is a Fatal Four Way, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Selden, NY, weighing in at 190 lbs., Cliff of Doom.
The arena goes dark. James Hetfield finger picks over the sound of strings and wind instruments. When the rest of the band kicks in, a spotlight shines on Cliff of Doom, who is at the top of the aisle posing with his arms stretched, fists clenched, and his head thrown back while he lets out a yell. He walks down to the ring. At the end of the first verse, the song cuts to the guitar solo, by which point Cliff climbs on to the second rope and repeats the same pose from before.
Kyle Steel: His opponents, first, from Puerto Velho, Brazil, weighing in at 184 lbs., “Xtreme Aerialist” Jaice Wilds!
Jaice comes out to “Side of a Bullet” by Nickleback.
Kyle Steel: Accompanied down the aisle by Kandi Washington and Drake Knight, weighing in at 210 lbs., “The Uncrowned King of Pro Wrestling” Jake Wakefield!
“I-I-I’m JUST SAYIN!” by Karmin hits over the WCF’s sound speakers as the fans immediately rise to their feet booing as Jake Wakefield’s entrance clip starts playing on the X-Tron above the top of the ramp. Strutting out from the back is the beautiful Kandi Washington and holding her hand high in the air is Jake Wakefield as they make their way to the top of the ramp. Drake Knight sternly walks out behind them and stops shortly behind them with his arms folded. Jake allows Kandi to twirl in front of him before leaning her backwards and planting a kiss on her sensual lips. She leans up and places her right hand on the side of his face as she stares at the booing crowd chants, “asshole” and “whore” throughout the packed XWF zone. She licks her lips seductively before leaving a trace of her lipstick on Jake’s left cheek. The duo continues walking down the ramp as Kandi seductively twirls her hips down the ramp. Jake is showing his swagger as he just cruises to the ring while Drake Knight walks down the middle of the ramp. They make their way to the bottom of the ring and Kandi struts up the steel stairs and Jake leaps up on the apron as he yanks back on the second rope with his knee extended upward. Kandi walks up on the apron behind him as she leans her hands on his shoulders and lean over his head, blowing a kiss to the booing fans. She laughs as Jake stands up and climbs over the second rope. He holds them both for Kandi as she goes under the second rope. Drake starts walking around the ring as Jake dashes over to the center and hops on the first and second ropes, leaning over saying, “I’m the New Face of Pro Wrestling!” Kandi starts clapping as she struts over to him, nodding, and looking satisfied by his confidence. Jake climbs down off the ropes and look at the ramp way as his music starts to fade. Jake helps Kandi through the ropes as she goes to the outside.
Kyle Steel: And from New Orleans, LA, weighing in at 220 lbs., “The Real Deal: Jason O’Neal!
O’Neal walks arrogantly to the ring at “#1” by Nelly plays.
The bell rings. Wakefield turns around and summons Kandi to the ring apron. He gives her a kiss on the lips.
Zach Davis: Can we just get to the wrestling, please?
When Wakefield turns around, Cliff, Wilds, and O’Neal simultaneously super kick him in the face. They pick him up and triple powerbomb him to the outside onto Kandi and Drake Knight.
Freddy Whoa: Wish granted!
The remaining three men square each other up. Wilds attacks first by kicking O’Neal in the gut. Wilds and Cliff get O’Neal in the corner and take turns chopping his chest. They send O’Neal into the opposite corner. Wilds charges but is met by a boot to the face. Cliff tries next. O’Neal sends him over the top turnbuckle but Cliff lands on his feet and climbs to the top. O’Neal crotches him on the top rope, climbs up, and sends Cliff crashing to the mat with a Superplex. He covers.
Wilds breaks it up.
Wilds lays the boots to O’Neal. He gets him to his feet and sends him off the ropes. O’Neal reverses it and goes for a clothesline but Wilds ducks and gives O’Neal a neckbreaker. He covers.
Wilds goes to the corner and waits for O’Neal to get to his feet. He attempts the Xtreme Dream super kick but O’Neal ducks. Wilds spins around and forearms O’Neal. He attempts a Pele kick but O’Neal catches his leg and cinches in an ankle lock.
Zach Davis: What a counter!
Wilds screams in agony as he tries to reach for the ropes. He’s close to tapping when Wakefield makes it back in the ring and starts laying forearms down on O’Neal’s back. O’Neal no sells the shots and turns around slowly, looking at Wakefield as if to say “Really?” Wakefield backs off but bumps into Cliff. He turns around and is met with a right hand by Cliff. Wakefield turns into O’Neal’s Sensation super kick. Wakefield is scooped up by Cliff and is dropped with the Doomstone piledriver. Wilds hobbles up to the top rope and comes down on Wakefield with the Aerial Ace, a top rope corkscrew senton into a leg lariat. Drake Knight and Kandi pull Wakefield out of the ring and bring him to the back.
Freddy Whoa: Well, you gotta give it to Wakefield for trying.
Zach Davis: No, you don’t.
O’Neal waves goodbye to Wakefield. He turns around and eats a running single leg front dropkick from Cliff.
Wilds gets to his feet and he and Cliff square up.
Zach Davis: These two match up pretty evenly, but they didn’t get the chance to have any contact last week save for a Wilds dive to the outside.
They jaw jack for a few seconds before trading right hands. Wilds gets the better of the exchange and goes for a springboard back elbow. Cliff ducks and goes for a handspring back elbow but Wilds jumps and hits a Russian leg sweep in mid air.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
O’Neal breaks it up. He picks up Wilds and drops him across his leg with a backbreaker. He throws Wilds to the side. Cliff sits up. O’Neal comes off the ropes and goes to kick Cliff in the face. Cliff grabs the leg, tripping O’Neal. Cliff holds on to the leg, rolls backward, and locks in the No Leaf Clover, his version of a Texas Cloverleaf. O’Neal writhes in pain, holding his back. Wilds springboards off the second rope and connects with a Disaster Kick to Cliff. He covers again.
O’Neal grabs Wilds legs, turns him around, and locks in the Money Maker sharpshooter. Wilds makes it to the ropes, but Wilds pulls him back to the middle of the ring. Cliff recovers, grabs O’Neal, and twists his body to the mat with a corkscrew neckbreaker. He covers.
O’Neal kicks out. Cliff gets to a seated position and argues with the ref, holding three fingers up. While he’s distracted, O’Neal grabs his arm and tries to lock in an armbar, but Cliff grabs his own hand to prevent the arm from extending. He gets to his feet, continuing to block the hold, and gives a stiff stomp to O’Neal’s side.
Cliff sees Wilds get to his feet and attempts to hit him with a handspring back elbow. Wilds ducks. O’Neal grabs Cliff from behind. Wilds tries to hit an Xtreme Dream on Cliff but Cliff ducks and O’Neal eats the kick instead. O’Neal collapses to the ground while Cliff schoolboys Wilds and tries to lock in the No Leaf Clover. Wilds pushes Cliff off of him sending Cliff through the ropes to the outside. Wilds sees O’Neal try to recover. O’Neal only makes it to his knees when he gets kicked in the face with another Xtreme Dream. Wilds climbs the top rope, but before he can jump off, Cliff gets back in the ring, runs up the turnbuckle, and sends both he and Wilds down onto O’Neal with a C4.
Zach Davis: CLIFFHANGER!
Cliff pulls Wilds off of O’Neal and covers O’Neal himself.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this contest, Cliff of Doom!
Zach Davis: What a match! So many counters!
Freddy Whoa: I need a cigarette after experiencing that!
“No Leaf Clover” plays as Cliff celebrates on the second turnbuckle.
Gemini Battle Segment
“Duality” by Slipknot plays throughout the arena as WCF Television Champion Gemini Battle enters through the curtain.
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen Gemini Battle lost the World title one week and won it the next week. For those of you that follow social Media he has been in a bit of a heated war of words with Teddy Blaze as he challenged Gemini to get him a TV title match.
Freddy Whoa: That’s right, and then Gemini took matters into his own hands and won the TV Title himself. Let’s see what he has to say here tonight at Slam!
The TV Champ stands in the center of the ring with the title around his waist and a microphone in his hand.
Gemini Battle: Everyone, I stand here in the middle of the ring, and more importantly, on your TV sets to offer my condolences to Adrian Archer and Damien Kaine, and anyone who considers themselves a fan of these two guys. Unfortunate circumstances have come up and they will no longer be in the WCF after this week… because I’m going to fucking wreck both of them and leave them in a heap of their own shit after our match is over tonight!
Gemini Battle: But that’s not why I’m out here tonight. I’m out here tonight to call out Teddy Blaze. So get your scrawny ass out he… what the f…
Teddy Blaze: Hello.
Out of nowhere Teddy Blaze is standing in the ring behind Gemini Battle with a microphone in his hand.
Freddy Whoa: Where did he come from?
Zach Davis: I didn’t see him even enter the ring.
Teddy Blaze: You hollered?
Gemini Battle: Listen Teddy, I’ve got something you want, but you’ve got something I NEED! I’ve been in this fed for a long time. I’ve won Ultimate Showdown, I’ve won the World Title. I’m a Triple Crown winner… but there is one thing that I covet. There is one title that I have YET to get my hands on, and I have not even gotten the opportunity to do so. The internet is full of trolls, and FGTS, right. It’s full of disrespectful teenagers, and middle age moms acting like their teenagers.
But the Internet Title is the one title that I need to complete my collections. I need what they call a ‘tertiary title’ so I can become one of the less than ONE percent of people to ever call themselves GRAND SLAM CHAMPION! There is a legacy to be held if I am able to do that, and you stand in my way, Teddy. But you won’t be standing for long…
He gets in Teddy’s face as Blaze shakes his head disapprovingly.
Teddy Blaze: Allow me to reiterate... I spent my time as People’s Champion and in that time became the greatest People’s Champ of all time! But I also spent my time as TV Champ, and that too was quite satisfying. Now, I find myself in the unique position of holding this title right here, the Internet Title. This title makes me the King of the world wide web, it goes out to so many more people than that TV Title could possibly go out to. The world is changing and we are all going wireless and paperless, and many people are even going Cableless. TV will soon become a thing of the past and the Internet will become even more relevant than it is now!
But until then, there is an entire medium that I’m not reaching out and spreading my message to. So THAT’S why I want that TV Title you’re holding. It may be antiquated and will be outdated in due time, but it’s important… and I want it. And when I win that title, I will merge the two and become the MULTIMEDIA CHAMPION!
Zach Davis: Can he do that?
Gemini Battle: You can’t do that!
Teddy Blaze: Can so!
Gemini Battle: NOT YOU CAN’T!
Teddy Blaze: YES I CAN!
Gemini Battle: Nuh uh!
Teddy Blaze: Yea huh!
Gemini Battle: NO!
Teddy Blaze: NO!
Gemini Battle: YES!
Teddy Blaze: AHA!
Gemini: Fuck you Teddy!
"What You Want" by Evanescence plays as WCF Acting GM comes out to the entrance Ramp.
Sarah Twilight: You two, calm down out there. First of all, Gemini, we don’t even know how long you’re going to hold that title for so take it easy there, ok. And Teddy, you’re cute and all but really, merging the two titles? You think that you have that kind of authority? Only I have that kind of authority and personally I think it’s a dumb idea.
Teddy Blaze: No it’s not.
Gemini Battle: YES IT IS!
Sarah Twilight: SHUT UP! Gawd! It may be a terrible idea, but it does give me a GREAT idea. You’re right, Teddy, we do have two mediums to exploit here and I know just what to do. The Television and Internet titles have historically been defended at War, but this time for the first time ever, they will be defended in the same match. In a 3 Stages of Media Hell. And the best part... you two get to decide the stipulations. The next few weeks you will be competing in beat the clock challenges and the one who has the best times in their respective matches will make the stipulations. And Gemini, as you know you'll be putting that TV Title of yours up for contention each week... so if you lose... which is a great possibility... then your opponent's time will be recorded and he or she will be inserted into the match rather than you.
And the rules are as follows.
The winner of Stage one becomes or retains the Internet Title. The winner of Stage Two becomes or retains the TV Title.
Now, if the same person wins both stages that’s it! there will be no need to move on and the match will end there.
BUT if it’s split, then we go to Stage Three.
The overall winner of this match will not only walk out with their respective title, but with also with the title of
THE KING OF ALL MEDIA!
Then you have to fight in the War match too.
Good luck, fellas.
Gemini Battle and Teddy Blaze stand in the ring staring each other down after the blockbuster news.
Zach Davis: Well there you have it, folks. Gemini Battle and Teddy Blaze will be pulling double duty in just a few weeks as both men are desitined for this historic match to name the King of all Media!
Freddy Whoa: You think they’ll get a crown?
Zach Davis: Probably.
Psychopomp vs Dion Necurat
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
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 ring.
Kyle Steel: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada; weighing in at 223 lbs…PSYCHOOOOOOOPOMP!!!
Dion Necurat enters at the beginning of the verse to "Battle Metal," Albert Divine following behind him. Dion raises his free arm to the crowd, then focuses his attention to the ring. He walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent; accompanied by The Ringmaster, Albert Divine; from Minneapolis, Minnesota; weighing in at 270 lbs. He is the Urban Gladiator…DIOOOOON NECURAT!!!
Before entering the ring, Dion removes the shield from his arm, handing it to Albert to hold onto. Dion slides into the ring, raising an arm in the air. He then walks over to his corner, mentally preparing for the match. Meanwhile, Albert stands near the announcer table, holding the shield on the ground, his cane tucked under his arm.
At the bell, Dion walked to the middle of the ring, offering a hand to Psychopomp. He wasn’t sure what to expect from Pomp, never having competed with him. However, Pomp smiled, accepting the handshake. “Hey,” Dion said, “good luck tonight.”
Pomp nodded, then went for a quick kick to the side of Dion’s left leg. It connected, startling him as Dion did not expect a quick kick. Pomp followed with a series of punches. Dion took most of them, covering up as best he could. He was punched to the ropes, where Pomp grappled Dion and whipped him toward the other ropes. Pomp leapt up, attempting to land a dropkick, but Dion rolled under, causing Pomp to land on the ground.
Dion noted that Pomp was looking to win this one through speed. He had the advantage there. However, Dion was also not a slouch in the speed department either. Dion turned, Pomp already back on his feet. Pomp ran to the ropes, and Dion followed after. When Pomp rebounded, Dion popped him up, letting him fall to the ground. Pomp flopped, then rolled to a knee, Dion giving a little smirk while the crowd started to get into the match.
Pomp also smirked. This would be a fun match for them both. Pomp stood while Dion offered a lock-up. Pomp accepted, locked in vying for control of the hold. Unfortunately, Dion had the better grip, moving him to a rear naked choke hold. The two men backpedaled toward the ropes, and Pomp freed himself from the grip while watching Dion run toward the ropes. On the rebound, Dion went for a clothesline, but Pomp rolled out of the way. Dion rebounded a second time, and Pomp was ready for him with a Kitchen Sink. Dion went down to the mat, Pomp running over toward the ropes nearest the ramp.
Dion began to show frustration; he couldn’t find a way to ground Pomp. His doubts clouding his judgment, Dion stood, attempting to clothesline Pomp over the ropes. He thought too slow, as Pomp dropped down, taking the top rope with him. Dion spilled over the ropes, his spine hitting the apron, and his gut landing on the mat below. Dion curled up in pain, rolling on the ground, while Pomp pumped himself up to the cheers of the crowd. The ref moved over to see Dion on the ground, and began the count.
While the ref counted, he turned to watch Pomp…who began to barrel toward him! Pomp watched as the ref ducked…and had a brilliant idea. Pomp jumped, landing on the ref’s back, then kicked off him. As Dion slowly got to his feet, he caught the sight of the flying Pomp, then hit the ground hard as he planted a dropkick.
Pomp did not get off so easy with the risky move, having landed awkward afterward. A tweak in the leg, nothing more, but for now it hurt. Pomp got up, stomping his injured leg. Still good, if a bit tender. Dion was very slow to get to his feet, still dazed from the dropkick. Pomp gave stiff punches and kicks as Dion backpedaled around the ring. The ref, meanwhile, counted from inside the ring.
Dion started firing back with punches of his own. Pomp staggered back, unprepared for the weight behind the punches. Dion fired another right, and Pomp stumbled against the barrier. While this was going on, Albert Divine left Dion’s shield against the barrier by the announce table.
Dion looked back, seeing the ring post nearest the announcer table. He grabbed Pomp, dragging him over to the post, and attempting to hit Pomp’s head against it. Pomp, however, caught himself on the post, giving an elbow to Dion. He backed off…but only briefly, as Pomp slammed Dion’s head into the ring post.
Dion staggered, clutching at his head and moved toward the announcer table. His ears were ringing, and his vision blurred for a moment. When it cleared, Pomp ran at him again, looking for another dropkick. Dion sidestepped, and Pomp did connect…but with the shield leaning against the barrier. The shock of connecting with metal shot through Pomp’s body, the pain sharp, but only instantaneous. Pomp clutched at an ankle, the impact still stiff.
Dion helped Pomp to his feet and rolled him back into the ring. He had a look of shock on his face; Dion did not expect his shield to be there. What was Albert thinking? Dion would still capitalize on the opportunity, however, as he slid in and covered Pomp.
Pomp kicked out, and Dion slapped the mat. He knew he didn’t have it, but the frustration was getting to him. Dion stood over Pomp, flipping him over onto his belly. He grabbed his legs and set him up in a Cloverleaf…only to lean Pomp upright, then quickly fall back, drilling his knees into Pomp’s back. Pomp clutched at his back in pain, as Dion rolled him over again for another cover.
Pomp kicked out immediately after, still writing from the backbreaker. Dion looked over to the ref in disbelief, fully knowing it was only a two. Dion stood up again, bringing Pomp to his feet. Pomp staggered and tried staying up with some difficulty. Dion attempted a clothesline, but Pomp ducked, jumping toward the second rope. By the time Dion turned around, it was too late, as Pomp connected with a second-rope moonsault. Dion rolled to his stomach and pushed himself off the mat, looking Pomp dead in the eyes. He blasted from a crouched position and attempted another clothesline, but Pomp directed him toward the ropes. Unable to stop his momentum, Dion went toward the ropes. On the rebound, Pomp met Dion halfway, clipping him with a high knee, the Stargazer. Dion’s head rang a second time that night as he hit the mat, and Pomp went to cover.
Dion barely kicked out in time. Pomp couldn’t believe it himself, but would not let the near fall deter him. Pomp went back to Dion, who had rolled over, and attempted to place him in his finisher, the Hands of Faith. Dion realized that Pomp had scouted him well, as Pomp went for his injured shoulder. Dion cried out in pain as Pomp wrenched into the hold. Dion reached a hand out, trying to grasp at the ropes, and began to crawl. Pomp saw Dion’s attempt to reach for the ropes, and felt himself sliding as Dion muscled his way toward the ropes.
Pomp dug his heels in and pulled with all his might on Dion’s arm, and Dion’s extended hand curled into a fist from the pain. Pomp then wrenched several times in a row as Dion howled in pain. On the last crank, those that were closest to the ring could hear…
Dion shouted, “STOP THE MATCH! MY SHOULDER!” and slapped the mat as hard as possible. Pomp immediately let go. He was shocked, unsure of what had happened. The referee called for the bell, then went to check on Dion. Concerned, Albert Divine also ran toward the ring. A doctor followed behind, looking at the fallen wrestler.
The referee called for the dreaded X.
Kyle Steel: As a result of an injury…the winner of this match…PSYCHOOOOOPOMP!!!
Doc Henry vs Henry Spearman
"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.
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Master Ryushi emerge on the stage. 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.
Zach Davis: Here is the unluckiest man in pro wrestling - he's entering FIRST at War. Henry Spearman. And he's fighting a gambler like Doc Henry.
The two men circle and tie up. Spearman gets the early advantage and sends Henry to the ropes, but Henry shoulderblocks him as he comes back. Henry goes for an elbow drop but Spearman rolls away. Spearman is to his feet and Henry runs right into a Hip Toss. Henry gets back up and runs at Spearman, who lifts him for a Samoan Drop!, before going for the pin.
No!, Henry gets the shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry has held multiple Championships in the WCF, and Spearman had a very successful Television Title run.
Spearman lifts Henry up but Henry shoves him away. Spearman rushes him but Henry catches him for the Gambler's Hand!, but it is too early and Spearman elbows him off. Spearman rushes him again but gets a kick to the gut and a DDT from Doc Henry!
Zach Davis: Pin from Doc Henry now!
Freddy Whoa: And another nearfall!
Doc Henry lifts Spearman up and executes a Vertical Suplex. He waits for Spearman to get up before running at him...
Zach Davis: SPEAR!
NO!, Spearman sidesteps it. Henry stops himself just short of the turnbuckle and Spearman grapples him. Henry elbows away from it and then, as Spearman is sent reeling, goes for a German Suplex. As he flips Spearman lands on his feet!, he runs at Henry and hits a Spear of his own!
Freddy Whoa: SPEAR! HE'S GOT IT!
Spearman gets back to his feet.
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK BY MIKEY EXTREME!
The fans boo.
Freddy Whoa: What is he doing here!?
Zach Davis: I think you know exactly what he's doing here. Ruining this match.
Mikey quickly hits the ropes and hits a Sliding Dropkick to Doc Henry. The referee officially calls for the no contest as Mikey kicks Doc out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: And Doc Henry has been eXtinguished.
Spearman has struggled to his feet, but Mikey grabs him by the back of the neck.
Zach Davis: eXplosion!
The fans boo like crazy.
Crowd: MIKEY SUCKS! MIKEY SUCKS!
Mikey grabs a microphone and crawls towards Spearman, hovering his face. His hate and anger is fuming out.
Mikey eXtreme: You cost me everything, Henry. You've single handedly ruined everything.
That's why I've ruined this moment for you. That's why I've stacked the deck for you at WAR. That's what you deserve.
Mikey begins screaming.
Mikey eXtreme: No longer will they laugh at me. You're the joke now! I'm a King! A God! Fear me!
Mikey drpps the mic and we go to commercial as he awaits his opponent.
Mikey eXtreme vs Jordan Ciserano
The room goes silent and "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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Buffalo New York, and weighing in at 185 pounds! JORDAN CISERANO!!
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.
Zach Davis: One hell of a crowd reaction for Jordan Ciserano, like we see every week.
DING! DING! DING!
The match starts, and the two lock up.
eXtreme gets the upperhand as he locks Ciserano in a side headlock.
Ciserano manages to push into the ropes. On the rebound, Ciserano lands a dropkick on eXtreme.
Ciserano spends time taunting, allowing eXtreme the chance to catch his breath.
Jordan goes to pick eXtreme up by his hair, but Mikey lands hard shots to the abdomen.
eXtreme grabs Ciserano’s head and drops it to the mat in a viscious DDT.
eXtreme goes for the pin.
Ciserano gets his shoulder up just in time. eXtreme argues with the ref a bit, while ciserano gets up.
Ciserano picks up eXtreme onto his shoulders and drops him head first onto the mat with the Psycho driver. He reaches for the pin.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner! Jordan Ciserano!!
Zach Davis: Win or lose here tonight, it may not matter to Mikey eXtreme because no matter what he's entering last at War!
CJ Phoenix/Thomas Uriel Bates Segment
The segment begins with the camera focused on CJ Phoenix as he's holding his Alpha Title with one hand while drinking a milkshake with the other. The sight of Phoenix draws in a big pop from the fans. As he walks through the inside of the arena, he suddenly stops and looks upward with slightly widened eyes, as if he's staring at something taller than him. The camera zooms out to reveal Thomas Uriel Bates, whom immediately gets a huge pop from the WCF Galaxy. Phoenix cautiously sips his drink while staring at the WCF World Title.
CJ Phoenix: At last...we meet face to face.
He looks back up at Bates.
CJ Phoenix: Oh, and it's nice to finally meet you too, Bates.
The World Champ lets out a slight grin at the sarcastic remark.
Thomas Uriel Bates: I assume you're ready for our match tonight?
CJ Phoenix: Of course! I get the chance to face off against the Tag Champs. More importantly, I get a shot at the World Champion to prepare me for my shot at the World Title.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Correct, but in order to have a definite shot at this title, you have to make sure to hold on to yours. Just as there are talented people coming for my title, the same applies to yours. I can see that you’re talented, and I know that you’re going to do everything you can to earn that shot. When you do, I’ll be here.
CJ Phoenix: Good. You've earned that gold that you're wearing. I know that if it is you that I have the honor of facing for the World Title, it's gonna take everything I have just to have a chance. I'm fine with that, because between now and then, matches like these will continue to make me better both inside and outside the ring. I want to leave a positive legacy on this title. I want it to be something that all of the championship hopefuls that have never won gold before can see as a golden opportunity. I'm the Alpha Champion. I'm a leader, and this is my chance to lead by example.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Exactly, so make the most of it. You have seventy-eight days to get ready for this mach. I’m not going to go easy on you, and I think you know that. You’re going to have to prove that you’re ready for this title. You have a chance to show us a little bit of that tonight, and I have full faith that you will. Good luck tonight, and I mean that.
CJ Phoenix: Likewise.
We go to commercial.
Falls Count Anywhere Match
The Butcher vs Oblivion
Kyle Steel: The following contest is for one fall. Falls count anywhere.
“Raining Blood” by Slayer blares over the PA system as “The Grim Butcher” Massaker steps out to the stage dragging behind a black trash bag full of something heavy.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania by way of Cologne, Germany. Standing at six foot four inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds. He is “The Grim Butcher”; Massaker!
The crowd boos him heavily as he steps to the ring dragging the bag behind him.
Zach Davis: You’ve got to wonder what he’s carrying in that bag!
Freddy Whoa: I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a body!
Massaker tosses the bag in the ring, and slides in. He stands by the ropes waiting for Oblivion.
The lights go out, as the lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed 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 lights go out once more. 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 along 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 to blare out and rattle 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 down 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 three hundred and twenty-five pounds… He is the God of Enlightenment… Oblivion!!
I was faded not jaded
Just a kid with a pad and a pen and a big imagination.
All this, I seek, I find
I push the envelope to the line
MAKE IT… BREAK IT… TAKE IT…
UNTIL I’M OVERRATED…
Guitar riffs ring out…
CLICK CLICK BOOM!!
Oblivion thrashes and marches down the aisle along with the music. Oblivion walks around the ring and walks up to the commentator’s desk and slams his hands down onto the desk furiously, grinning. He turns to look at the crowd just as The Butcher grabs the back of his head and slams it on the commentator’s desk.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Massaker is tired of waiting!
The referee jumps down and tires to tell The Butcher to get in the ring first. Massaker pretends to listen, but quickly elbows Oblivion as he steps forward. Butcher delivers a kick, then another elbow, then goes for a slap. Oblivion catches the arm and grabs the back of Butcher’s neck, pulling forward as he sends his head speeding forward. The collision sends Massaker back to the apron.
Zach Davis: The sound of that hit! I think Massaker may have just had a few shaken loose.
Oblivion grabs Massaker and throws him in the ring before climbing up the steps and entering it himself. The referee quickly rings the bell.
Zach Davis: This match is finally underway.
Freddy Whoa: Officially.
Oblivion reaches down and grabs Massaker by the head, lifting him up and sending him to the turnbuckle. He delivers a few quick punches, followed by a few knee strikes before stopping and noticing the bag.
Freddy Whoa: What?
Oblivion sends a powerful elbow to Massaker’s face before walking to the bag and tearing the top open. Oblivion looks in, and quickly turns to look at Massaker who is laughing. A laugh escapes Oblivion as well just as he reaches in the bag and pulls out…
Freddy Whoa/Zack Davis: WHOA!
Oblivion pulls out a tibia bone with meat and blood still connected. He walks over to Massaker as more bones, meat, and blood pour out of the plastic bag. Oblivion begins beating Massaker on the back with the bone.
Freddy Whoa: I think I’m going to be sick!
Zack Davis throws up as Oblivion presses the bone against Massaker’s throat and drops him with a Russian Leg Sweep. Oblivion stands back up, and lifts Massaker up with him. He tosses him to the ropes and follows with a clothesline sending both of them outside the ring and closer towards the ramp.
Massaker begins to crawl towards the ramp as Oblivion stands back up. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a Kendo stick. He takes the stick to Massaker several times before finally cracking it upside The Butcher’s head. Blood begins to pour.
Freddy Whoa: The Butcher is bleeding!
Oblivion slowly walks back towards the ring, and pulls the plastic bag out, allowing the contents to spill all over ringside. Blood, meat, and bone litter the floor as the crowd makes uneasy noises. Oblivion reaches down and picks up a very large rib bone, clearly the remains of a large animal like a cow or bison.
Oblivion turns to face Massaker, but The Bucher slams into him instead, sending him ribs first into the apron. Massaker lets out a scream as Oblivion collapses on the floor.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my…
Zach Davis: Somebody stop this match!
Freddy Whoa: Call the paramedics, call 911!
The large rib bone sticks out from The Butcher’s side, having pierced his midsection just below his own ribcage. He spits up blood as he grabs the bone and pulls it out, allowing his own blood to pour from his body.
Zach Davis: I don’t think The Butcher was expecting this!
Oblivion either unknowing of the situation, or uncaring, moves in on Massaker. He lifts the near lifeless body up in a fireman’s carry, and quickly tosses him up, sending in back down to the concrete with a cutter.
Freddy Whoa: The 5150!
Zach Davis: Just pin him already and let’s end this match!
The referee tries to tell Oblivion that Massaker is too badly injured, but the big monster doesn’t listen. He takes the legs of Massaker and locks on a Boston Crab. The blood pours from The Butcher’s side as he remains motionless. The referee calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: That’s it, the match is too far gone!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion takes up another win, but he may have killed Massaker!
Paramedics rush to the scene as Oblivion finally releases the hold and notices what is going on. It is unclear if he is effected, but the big monster waits as the paramedics to carry “The Butcher” Massaker away on a stretcher.
Thomas Uriel Bates/Gemini Battle Segment
Hank Brown: Hey everyone. Hank Brown here backstage with the WCF World Champion Thomas Bates.
The camera fades out to see the monstrous frame of Thomas Bates standing with the World Title draped over his shoulder, and standing beside him looking like a dwarf is Hank Brown holding the microphone with a giddy smile on his face.
Hank Brown: Thomas, how does it feel to finally win that title?
Thomas Uriel Bates: Of course it’s the most amazing feeling in the world…
Voice: But isn’t it a shame that you didn’t pin the World Champ to get it?
Bates looks down at the interviewer who looks in shock and shrugs his shoulders not knowing where the question came from. The camera fades out and the two men’s heads turn to their right and Gemini Battle is standing wearing the Television Title around his waist.
The crowd pops from ringside area.
Gemini Battle: Almost as unsatisfying as it was not to take this title away from you. But it’s all good, Tommy. I’m cheering for you at War, I really am… because I’m gonna win that match, and I’m gonna take that title away from you and bring it back where it belongs.
Thomas Uriel Bates: I hope you do, Gem… I really do. But I don’t think it will end exactly like you think it will.
Bates reaches out his tremendous hand in a sign of respect that he was figuring would be ignored by his former best friend. In a rare sign of veneration Gemini accepts the handshake. Then he pulls himself towards Bates and lifts himself to be face to face with the mountain.
Gemini Battle: I’ll see you in your nightmare, Batesy…
Thomas Uriel Bates: OUCH!
Bates pulls his hand away as Battle drops to the ground laughing and walks away. Bates looks at the palm of his hand and a line of blood is dripping from the center of it.
Hank Brown: What was that all about?
Thomas Uriel Bates: Just old friends ribbing one another, I’m sure.
He wasn’t completely sure, but he went with it as he looked at his bloody palm and the scene faded.
Television Title Match
Damian Kaine vs Adrian Archer vs Gemini Battle
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a Triple Threat match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Television Championship!
Five Finger Death Punch's cover of "Bad Company" plays over the speakers.
As the guitar opening plays, Damian slowly walks out.
"Company... Always on the run."
Damian falls to his knees, head bowed and hands brought together.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Statesboro, Georgia, weighing in at 165lbs, DAMIAN KAINE!
"Destiny.... Oh, it's the rising sun!"
He looks up the sky, arms out spread.
"I was born, a shotgun in my hand."
He makes finger-pistols toward the ring, staring down at the Davis and Whoa.
"Behind this gun, I'll make my final stand.. Yeah. That's why they call me...."
He stands up, head bowed.
He flips off his hood, and looks out to the crowd. He smirks, and runs to the ring, leaping to the apron, and grabbing the top rope, hooking his arm around it. He smiles maniacally as he looks out into the crowd. He gets into the ring and sheds his jean jacket and shirt, then gets in his corner.
The Lights go out. A booming voice proclaims "BEHOLD THE BASTARD" The Ecstasy of Gold by Ennio Morricone starts from 2 minutes in...Just as the crescendo of female voices comes in, a spotlight Shows Adrian Archer, arms raised back to the crowd..the music and lights kick in with some loud pyro as Archer makes his way to the ring, slowly, drinking in the cheers and boos of the fans..he hits the apron and strikes a Jesus Christ like pose as golden sparks fly from either turnbuckle as the song ends on a hard out.. From there he enters the ring..
Zach Davis: The rivalry between these two former friends and teammates has taken an interesting twist as they find themselves in a Television Championship match!
“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 praise of the fans by slapping their hands, but never smiles as he heads to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Finally, from Centereach, New York, weighing in at 220lbs, he is the WCF Television 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 until it’s time to get up and ready to fight.
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle made a challenge to Teddy Blaze earlier about the Internet title and Gem's TV Title, but right now he has to focus on the two opponents he has in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: That's right, Zach. Both Damian Kaine and Adrian Archer want to walk out of this match as the new TV Champ. Will a new champ be crowned, or will Gemini Battle his way to a successful defense?
*DING DING DING*
Zach Davis: Archer and Kaine going right at each other's faces immediately. Lots of trash talking. Gemini just looking at them.
Freddy Whoa: He's not sure who to go after first. And now he's the one getting attacked!
Zach Davis: Shocking turn of events early on as Damian and Adrian are teaming up against the Champ!
Freddy Whoa: Shocking indeed, Zach! They've got Gem in the corner and they're just wailing on him! Now Kaine tosses Battle out of the ring, and Archer with a Bastard Bomb to Kaine out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: That's the thing about Triple Threat matches, Freddy! You can work together, but only one person can claim the victory! And it looks like it might be Adrian Archer as he goes for the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Kaine powers out at two.
The Magnificent Bastard puts Damian Kaine in a side headlock. He wears him down some, but Kaine eventually makes his way to a vertical base.
Zach Davis: Kaine back on his feet, but Archer still has the hold in. He turns it into a sleeper hold! Kaine trying to fight out of it but he falls to a knee!
Freddy Whoa: Damian trying to hang on to his chance at his first title win. He's fighting to stay alive in this one. Back on his feet, and now into the corner as he tries to force the Bastard off of him.
Zach Davis: He's still got the hold on! Damian backs into the corner again, and this time it works!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Gemini battle just speared Kaine into Archer! What a perfectly timed move by the champion!
Kaine falls to the floor immediately. However, as Archer falls, Battle grabs him and connects with a snapmare suplex. He climbs up the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Battle going high risk early in this one. Rolling the dice...and he connects! Moonsault to Archer! Here's the pin!
Zach Davis: Damian Kaine breaks up the count, and this match continues!
Freddy Whoa! Now it's Gem and Kaine going back and forth with strikes.
The two continue battling for a few moments until Kaine appears to be getting the upper hand. Gem responds to this by raking the eye of Kaine. Damian turns around and catches the Champion off guard with a pele kick.
Freddy Whoa: Damian Kaine finally in control of the match, and now he's going up top!
Zach Davis: He's looking to hit the 450 Splash, and he does! 450 Splash onto Gemini Battle!
Freddy Whoa: Wait a minute! Archer pulls Kaine off of the Champ and now he's trying to steal the win!
Freddy Whoa: The Champion showing his resiliency after kicking out of that one!
Adrian gets up and turns around. As soon as he does, he gets hit with a cross body from Damian Kaine. DK follows up with some mounted punches before getting up and looking at the corner nearest to him.
Zach Davis: Kaine looking to take to the skies once more.
Freddy Whoa: I think he's going for the Lethal Injection!
Zach Davis: I think so too, and here it is! NO! He missed! Adrian Archer moved out of the way!
Freddy Whoa: Archer's not done yet! He's going for The Beholder! He's almost got it locked in!
Zach Davis: Not this time as Gemini Battle breaks the submission hold attempt!
Gem starts stomping on Kaine and rather than go after Battle, Archer joins in and attacks Damian as well. You know how bastards love to kick guys when they're down. After being satisfied with the tandem assault, Archer turns on Battle, but Gemini expected this and strikes first with a short arm clothesline.
Zach Davis: Gemini going after Archer now, and Adrian gets him into a small package!
Freddy Whoa: Adrian Archer almost won the title right there, Zach!
Zach Davis: That's right, Freddy, but Gemini Battle was able to free himself at the last second.
The two of them get to their feet and tie up. They trade shots before exchanging a series of technical grapples and counters, resulting in a stalemate. Then, just as they're about to tie up again, Kaine dives from turnbuckle at his opponents!
Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle gets out of the way at the last moment!
As Kaine has taken out Archer, he gets back up only for Gemini to toss him over the top rope and send him crashing to the cold hard cement. Archer has been pulling himself to his feet and Gemini grabs him by the back of the neck.
Zach Davis: GOD'S PARADOX!
And here's the pin.
Freddy Whoa: The Television Champion retains!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: With an assist from Damian Kaine! He's the difference maker that allowed Gemini Battle to get the best of Archer!
Freddy Whoa: Doesn't matter to Gemini. A win is a win.
Gemini grabs his Television Title and quickly exits the ring. Kaine backpeddles up the ring himself, disappointed with the loss but pointing at Adrian Archer and yelling at him for allowing himself to be pinned.
Corey Black vs La Muerte Negra
The jumbo-tron reads La Muerte Negra in blood red as the house lights fade down.
Voice: The day of reckoning is near, confess your sins before it is too late.
"Counting bodies like sheep" by A Perfect Circle begins to play as red strobe lights filter threw the smoke and all members of La Muerte Negra stand. 3 begins to slowly walk towards the ring followed by his followers with Vaquero carrying a black wooden rocking chair with what looks like a skull carved into the headrest of it. Vaquero places it and the end of the aisle and 3 sits down in it. All the followers gather around 3 and then slide into the ring. The house lights fade back up.
Freddy Whoa: Here is La Muerte Negra!
Zach Davis: I’m at least a bit surprised to see them down here, Freddy. They made it abundantly clear earlier this week that they do NOT intend to fight Corey Black.
Freddy Whoa: That’s right, their English-speaking mouthpiece, 3, told Corey to “just show up and collect your win” even going so far as to call this a free pass for the King of All Wrestlers.
"The Way of Vikings" by Amon Amarth hits the PA as the lights drop and purple lights illuminate the arena. A few moments later Corey Black emerges from the backstage area wearing a black leather vest and with Nikki Venus by his side. The crowd cheers along with great appreciation as Corey and Nikki make their way to the ring. Black slides in while Nikki takes her place in his corner on the floor. Corey drops his vest to her and simply waits in the corner as the crowd cheers.
Freddy Whoa: There is no doubt that the WCF galaxy is PUMPED to have The King of the Deathmatch back in full-time action!
The referee calls for the bell as all three members of La Muerte Negra are still in the ring. As the bell rings, however, 3 calls for them to exit the ring.
Zach Davis: What is this?
Freddy Whoa: 3 is telling them to leave!
All three members of La Muerte Negra slowly back out of the ring as the referee begin his count. 1….2….3….Vaquero, Craneo, and Perro make their way over to where 3 is as Corey Black watches them intently….
Freddy Whoa: They’re really just going to take the count out?!
4…..5…..6…..They turn to head up the ramp and the crowd begins booing...7….8….
Zach Davis: HERE COMES COREY BLACK!
Freddy Whoa: Corkscrew plancha over the top takes out his opponents! Corey Black came out here to fight and it looks like that’s what he’s going to do!
Black grabs Craneo by the hair and throws him back in the ring. Corey is up on the apron then spring boards back in and clocks Craneo with an elbow drop. Black gets his opponent back up and then plants him with a release german suplex. Craneo back up but is met with a roundhouse kick from Black, jarring him. Craneo leans on the ropes and Corey Black clotheslines him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: The crowd is going nuts! Corey Black is on fire!
Realizing he’s not going to get out of here without a fight, 3 sends the other two members of La Muerte Negra into the ring. Perro rushes in but is back body dropped over the top by Corey Black. Just as Corey stands back up--
Freddy Whoa: Dios mio! Corey Black is DECAPITATED by a big boot from the mammoth Vaquero!
The referee inserts himself between the two men in the ring, pointing Vaquero towards his corner and meanwhile Perro and Craneo pull Corey Black to the outside.
Zach Davis: And now the numbers game!
Perro and Craneo are taking turns just peppering Black with rights and lefts. As the referee barks at the three men to get the action back in the ring, La Muerte Negra PLANTS Corey with a double STO.
Freddy Whoa: Deadfall! Deadfall on the outside! They toss Black into the ring and Craneo follows him in.
Perro and Vaquero head to their corner while Craneo with a cover....1…..2….
Zach Davis: Kickout by Black!
Craneo whips Black into the corner and makes a tag to Perro. Perro hops over the top rope and bulldogs Black to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Que fuerza de Perro!
Zach Davis: We get it, Freddy, you can speak spanish!
Perro is back up, sends Corey Black to the ropes, springboards off the opposite and drops him with a springboard lungblower. Black is down and Perro is yelling to the crowd in Portuguese as they boo La Muerte Negra.
Zach Davis: How about Portuguese, Freddy? Any of that in the ole noggin?
Freddy Whoa: I can’t tell you what he’s saying but I can tell you that he’s taking his sweet time getting back to Black here. Corey is pulling himself slowly to his feet and Perro finally turns his attention back to him.
Perro grabs Black and throws him with an overhead belly to belly but Corey Black lands directly on his feet.
Zach Davis: What a counter by Black! And a running double stomp to Perro!
Freddy Whoa: That looked like it could’ve caved Perro’s chest in! And he follows it up with a split legged moonsault! A cover on Perro….1…...2….
Zach Davis: Craneo is in to break it up!
Craneo sends Black into the ropes and goes for a sidewalk slam but Corey counters with a tornado DDT and Craneo rolls back outside. Perro is on his feet, leaning in the corner and Black rushes him with a spear but it’s sidestepped by Perro!
Freddy Whoa: Corey Black just wrapped himself around that ringpost! And Perro stumbles over to his corner to make the tag to Vaquero.
Vaquero is quick to scoop up the much smaller Corey Black and then drop him back down with a shoulderbreaker. Vaquero off the ropes and down on top of Black with a diving body splash. Another cover..1...2…
Zach Davis: Black kicks out again! They’ve got to figure something to keep Black down!
Freddy Whoa: It looks like they’re ready to do just that!
The other two members of La Muerte Negra enter the ring and push the referee out of the way as he protests. The crowd lets loose a chorus of boos as the three men begin putting the boots to Corey Black. Craneo gets Black into position for a suplex as Perro stands behind the opponent.
Zach Davis: They’re setting up for La Muerte Negra!
They hoist blacks legs up onto Perro’s shoulders but no! Black counters with a headscissors on Perro and, simultaneously, a DDT for Craneo!
Freddy Whoa: The illegal members of La Muerte roll out of the ring but here comes Vaquero! Vaquero grabs him with a black hole slam!
Zach Davis: No! Corey Black lands on his feet behind Vaquero, gets him set up for a reverse DDT. Instead of going for a Torture's Device, Corey shoves him off and then...
COREY HITS A BATES' BOOT! He grins and goes down for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: 1….2….3! Corey Black did it! He pulled it off three-on-one!
Black makes a quick exit from the ring and heads back up the ramp where he’s met by Nikki. Meanwhile, Perro and Craneo rush back into the ring, moments too late to break up the pinfall. “The Way of Vikings” plays as the Black and Venus head back up the ramp to backstage.
Tag Team Titles Contendership Match
Lilith/Skuttlez vs Jason Cash/Salem Shepard
Just as the WCF Tag Team Championship Contendership Match is about to get under way, Lilith makes her final preparations. She is fully geared up and opens the door to her locker room to start heading to the ring. As she does, she notices a small envelope attaches to her door. She opens it and has a look. It reads.
Hey there Sexy,
Come meet me back in the parking lot and let's get out of here.
We cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: I have no idea what THAT was all about but folks, are we in for a treat. Zero Tolerance has been on a TEAR since arriving here and have been sitting in the wings for a WCF Tag Tite shot. Lilith and Skittlez have been an unlikely pairing but have SOMEHOW managed to defy odds and continue to win. Tonight, these two teams collide and the winner receives a shot at the WCF Tag Team Champions.
Freddy Whoa: Everything is on the line right now. Both of these teams are hungry and this is gonna be a hell of a war.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will determine the number one contenders for the WCF Tag Team Championships!
Hillbilly Deluxe hits on the PA system. Jason Cash walks out of the curtain with a huge smirk across his face. He looks around to the crowd before taking a large drink of his beer. He then makes his way down to the ring. Once inside, he reaches into his boot and takes out his can of cherry skoal. He gets himself a dip and he is ready to fight.
The lights in the arena go out as red lights and fog cover the ramp as Grazen Image by Zack Hemsey plays for several moments as he makes the crowd wait. Salem comes out with a sick smile on his face, eyes wide. Not pay attention to the fans as he walks to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first ... the team of Salem Shepherd and Jason Cash ... ZERO TOLERANCE!!!
Both men stand in the ring, waiting on their opponents.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents ...
Lights go down and a bunch of colorful lights begin to swirl around the crowd in small dots that resemble, well skittles candy. Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby hits the speakers and Skittlez walks out to the stage and crosses his arms over his chest trying to put up a gangster pose.
Kyle Steel: First ...Making his way to the ring ... from Newark, New Jersey weighing 180 pounds ... he is SKITTLEZ!!
Skittlez runs down to the ring and slides in as he does the goofiest hip-hop dance moves ever seen by anyone ever. The crowd cheers for him, mostly because they feel sorry for him at this point.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner ...
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Imaginary" by Evanescence begins to play.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 132 pounds.... she is LILITH!!!
The music continues to play, but she never emerges from the back. The referee as well as Kyle Steel look a bit confused. Skittles hangs on the ropes, desperately waiting for his partner.
Zach Davis: Oh no ... don't tell me she left him high and dry for that note?
Freddy Whoa: Looks that way ... Skittlez looks completely broken by this right now.
Jason Cash and Salem Shepherd do wait about a good forty five seconds as Lilith's music continues to play, but after it is clear she isn't walking out to the ring, their 'tolerance' of waiting had faded. Especially when the video wall shows Lilith, alone in the parking lot, obviously looking for Sarah. Salem walks up behind Skittlez and taps him on the shoulder. The rapper turns around and Salem invites him to fight. Skittlez looks nervous and turns back, desperately looking for Lilith. Shepherd is having no more of it as he already gave the boy a chance and he spins him around now, sending a fist to his face.
Zach Davis: Well you can't blame him. This IS a contendership match.
Freddy Whoa: Exactly, whether you like Zero Tolerance or not, they are doing what they have to in order to advance to a tag championship match.
Zach Davis: I don't know what was up with that note, but it's clear Lilith has been duped.
Freddy Whoa: Priorities ... she should be out here competing, not waiting around backstage.
Skittlez staggers into the ropes and stumbles off into a PERFECT belly to belly suplex by Salem. Skittlez CRASHES into the mat and Salem pops up after the delivery, looking as ready as ever. He hauls Skittlez back to his feet and tags in Jason Cash with a casual ease.
Zach Davis: This is NOT looking good for Skittlez.
Freddy Whoa: Of course not, he's in the ring with a WORLD CLASS tag team and he has no partner. And to be quite honest, even if Lilith was out here I doubt she could save him from this beating.
Salem with a HARD right at Skittlez that turns him completely around as he stumbles into Jason Cash who also hits a HARD fist to his face. He stumbles back again and turns into Salem Shepherd who again NAILS him with a hard fist. Back and forth the two ZT members punch at him, sending him back and forth. The referee is making his five count for Salem to get out of the ring just as Salem NAILS him one last time with a DEVESTATING right.
Zach Davis: Skittlez being BOUNCED around the ring by a dominant looking Zero Tolerance!
Skittlez is turned completely around and into the waiting arms of Jason Cash who takes him up and DOWN with the REBEL YELL! He PLANTS Skittlez with the spinebuster, driving ALL of the air from the rapper which expels rapidly with a loud grunt of sound. Cash stays on him for the cover. Ref into position.
Zach Davis: Zero Tolerance are your number one contenders to the WCF Tag Team Championships! And they did so in DOMINATING fashion!
Freddy Whoa: Tom-O-Hawk and Captain WCF had better be taking notes because these guys just enrolled us all in wrestling school!
Zach Davis: I don't know if there is ANY team that can stop their wave of momentum.
Freddy Whoa: Lilith can thank her lucky stars she wasn't out here. Zero Tolerance just embarrassed Skittlez, and I don't believe the outcome would have been any different even with Lilith in his corner.
Shepard and Cash look on at Lilith's antics, annoyed. Cash pulls a cell phone out of who knows where and makes a call. After a few seconds he hangs up.
Zach Davis: What was that about?
On screen, we see a WCF staff member run up to Lilith.
Staff Member: Lilith! I've been sent here to tell you that Sarah Twilight is in the ring!
Lilith's eyes go wide.
Lilith: I'M COMING!
Lilith turns tail and immediately starts sprinting to the ring as the jumbotron fades. Cash and Shepard laugh to themselves and quickly leave the ring and hide underneath it.
Freddy Whoa: In the words of a certain Admiral... IT'S A TRAP!
Lilith sprints to the ring and rolls in. She's yelling WHERE IS SHE!? But the trap is sprung. Cash and Shepard enter from opposite ends. Lilith sees Shepard, turns and runs right into the waiting arms of Cash.
Zach Davis: REBEL YELL!
Cash yells at the referee to get in position as Shepard lifts Lilith up and drops her..
Freddy Whoa: NIGHTMAREZ!
Zach Davis: Well, I don't know if that was official or not, but a referee counted it and Zero Tolerance win.... again!
Lilith rolls out of the ring as the two Zero Tolerance members celebrate.
Freddy Whoa: When will Lilith learn?
Slam comes back from commercial, and almost immediately when it does "Ghosts N' Stuff" hits the P.A! Big pop for FPV's music from the crowd, and he comes out the curtain in his wrestling gear, no less!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa now! Are we actually going to see FPV compete tonight?
Zach Davis: I dunno Freddy, Frank isn't scheduled to compete tonight, but I don't think that'll deter him right now, just LOOK at how excited he is to be here!
FPV makes his way to the ring, quickly takes off his shirt in a fit of energy, then asks for a mic from the ref.
FPV: I know I said I was gonna make my big comeback at WAR, but you know what? FUCK IT. I'm way too excited to wait. So whoever in the back thinks they can hang with me, cue your music up and we'll have a fucking match RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!
FPV drops the mic to the mat as the ref slides into the ring, both men waiting for someone to come out. Then all of a sudden...the Mexican National Anthem plays, to the crowd's confusion. Until the one, the only...RAY MYSTERIOUS SR. COMES OUT! The crowd is going absolutely mild as Ray goes around hugging all the little kids in the front row.
Freddy Whoa: Who the fuck is this guy?
Zach Davis: I...couldn't tell you. He sure as hell isn't under contract, that's for sure.
Ray get into the ring with FPV, then extends his hand out for a handshake, which Frank accepts. The ref calls for the bell and as soon as FPV takes his hand out of the handshake...
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOM! HEADSHOT!
HEADSHOT RIGHT TO THE CHIN OF RAY MYSTERIOUS SR.!
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOA!
Zach Davis: I can't tell you how good it feels to here those words come from a WCF crowd again.
Ray flops to the ground as FPV goes for the pin.
DING DING DING!
Before Kyle Steel can announce him as the winner, FPV grabs the mic again.
FPV: I'm not done! Gimme more, BAY BAY!
He drops the mic again, and after a moment of waiting...a funky, familiar bassline hits, and Zach Davis starts singing along.
Zach Davis: Well you can teeelllll by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man, no time to talk~
As his broadcast partner makes a fool of himself singing Stayin' Alive, Freddy Whoa actually calls the action.
Freddy Whoa: It's Hugh Jazz! A man we've seen a few times this year, mainly being humiliated by Tiffany White. Will he redeem himself tonight.
Hugh Jazz makes his way to the ring, boos pouring in from the crowd. He smiles, and wastes no time going toe to toe with Frank as the bell rings!
Freddy Whoa: No show of sportsmanship from Hugh it would seem.
Hugh lands a few punches to FPV, but spends too much time showing off to the crowd, giving Frank enough time to irish whip him before running full force at him and hitting a running clothesline!
Crowd: FUS ROH DUH!!
Zach Davis: Another classic move from FPV!
With Jazz now on the ground FPV goes right to the top rope, and hits a double foot stomp on the downed Jazz!
Freddy Whoa: NASTY Goomba Stomp by the former champion, this looks to be it.
FPV goes for the cover.
DING DING DING.
Jazz isn't even out of the ring yet before FPV goes for the mic again.
FPV: C'MON...C'MON...ONE MORE! ONE MORE!
As another ref gets in the ring to help Jazz out, Frank goes to the corner and waits. Then the lights suddenly go off...
Freddy Whoa: Oh man, who could it be Zach?
The lights come back on...and "Sing" by My Chemical Romance comes on!
Zach Davis: It's him! It's...IT'S CRYBOY MCEMO!!
A few girls in the crowd cheer. Cryboy McEmo steps out, looking around, wondering if tonight is the night he makes history and finally gets a victory. He heads to the ring, thinking about all of his past failures and wondering if he'll ever find someone to love him. He slides in, climbs the turnbuckle, and raises his arms in the air, all the while Frank patiently waits for him. The bell rings, an intense look on Frank's face...until he gets into a staredown with CryBoy. During the staredown, he notices CryBoy cracking a bit, and beginning to cry. Frank sees this, and letting his desire to win take a backside for a moment, pulls CryBoy in for a hug.
Zach Davis: Wow, what a show of compassion from Frank here.
Freddy Whoa: What courage too, I don't imagine McEmo smells all that good to be honest.
Frank keeps the hug in on CryBoy...THEN IMMEDIETLY TOSSES HIM WITH A BELLY TO BELLY ACROSS THE GAWDAMN RING!
Freddy Whoa: OH SHIT! He tossed that mofo like a crash test dummy!
Frank picks CryBoy up, gets him nice and ready, then BAM! SPINNING BOUDLEDRIVER INTO A PIN!
DING DING DING
Finally, Frank gives Kyle Steel a chance to announce him.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner...FRANK! PATRICK! VENABLE!
As the refs help CryBoy get his feet and out of the ring, Frank once again goes for the mic.
FPV: Now guys, what I did might seem like a real douche thing to do, and usually i'd agree with you. However, when you're in the middle of the WAR match, and you've got loads of other wrestlers looking to get the jump on you, any moment of weakness could be the end of you. It's a tired statement, but when they say it's every man for themselves, they mean it. So to the rest of the boys out back, take this little exhibition as a preview to what you'll expect at WAR. Now if you'll excuse, I've got a show to watch.
"Ghosts N' Stuff" hits again as Frank leaves the ring, the crowd chanting for him.
Crowd: FRANK! FRANK! FRANK! FRANK!
Zach Davis: It definitely looks like the crowd has a favorite going into the WAR match just now.
Freddy Whoa: That's very true, but when the time comes, Frank'll be in the ring with real competitors, not 39 different versions of CryBoy McEmo. Can he take them all on? That's the question.
Zach Davis: In any case our next match is up next!
Sarah Twilight's Decision
We cut backstage as we watch Sarah Twilight leave the office she has called home for the last several weeks. She carries her duffel back over her shoulder and somehow, looks satisfied with the entire situation. Hank Brown rushes down the corridor after her to catch a quick word with the Mistress of Mischief.
Hank Brown: Sarah! Sarah wait up!
Sarah pauses mid-step and turns around, rolling her eyes as she notices Hank Brown.
Hank Brown: Sarah, I'm sorry to bother you but this has been a MAJOR announcement. Seth Lerch coming back to run WCF next week, and you are on the active roster once again! Everyone is dying to know, why did you vacate your position so easily?
Sarah smirks ... the kind of simpering smile that can only be described as pure evil. She reaches a hand up and throws her hair back over her shoulder as she looks directly at Hank with intent.
Sarah Twilight: I'm back where I belong. I have been waiting for this very moment for over a month. I never had any intentions of running this show as some fucking corporate suit. I have ALWAYS had intentions of running this show as the greatest professional wrestler to ever lace a pair of boots. Now, I have that once again.
Hank and his cameras are rolling, eating up the juicy details.
Hank Brown: Why now? After everything. You had WCF at your fingertips ... to do anything you wanted. I mean ...
Sarah cuts him off.
Sarah Twilight: I have ALWAYS done whatever I've wanted here. And this is no different. Seth can run the show ... I'm going to run WAR!
Hank gasps a bit and tries to compose himself as best he can to continue the interview.
Hank Brown: So ... you're returning to active competition at WAR?
Sarah smirks, cackling almost under her breath in a VERY sinister manner.
Sarah Twilight: The story isn't going to be about Sarah Twilight returning for WAR ... it's going to be all about how I won the whole fucking thing.
With that, she turns and walks away from Hank, leaving the journalist stunned as well as everyone else in attendance.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight makes her full time in ring return at WAR! This is epic!
Freddy Whoa: She wasn't playing when she said she wasn't down for being GM. And that girl, she is dangerous enough to win it all. The whole landscape just changed up right here.
Thomas Uriel Bates/Tomohawk/Captain WCF vs Crazy J/Kevin Bishop/CJ Phoenix
Kyle Steel: The following contest is our Main Event, and it is a six man tag team match scheduled for one fall!
Roadhouse Blues by The Doors begins playing. Tom-O-Hawk slowly walks down to the ring, head swaying in time to the music.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, currently residing in Reading, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 277lbs, he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, TOM-O-HAWK!
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 raises one hand high in the air.
Zach Davis: Tom-O-Hawk and Captain WCF couldn't quite get on the same page last week. Will this week be any different?
Captain WCF runs from the back as soon as his music hits, straight to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponents, first, from Tokyo Japan, weighing in at 235lbs, he is the other half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, CAPTAIN WCF!
Freddy Whoa: These guys have a chance to improve on their dynamics. The fans love them, and we're about to find out how they do tonight with the World Champ on their side!
He then gets in the middle of the ring and does a super hero pose before running to his corner.
“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, then images of previous matches against legends and superstars of the WCF, ending with him holding the WCF World Championship in the air at WCF Revenge. As the video continues to play, Thomas Uriel Bates steps out to the stage wearing his wrestling attire, and holding the WCF World Championship on his shoulder.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at four hundred and thirty pounds and standing at six foot, nine inches. From Huntsville, Alabama, the Mountain of WCF, the WCF World Champion; THOMAS URIEL BATES!
Bates glares down at the ring, staring intensely at the ring as he walks towards it. He arrives at the ring and walks up the steps. He moves to the center of the apron, and looking out towards the fans, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates steps towards the center, turns to face the stage, and stretches out his arms, and roars. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect.
Freddy Whoa: He calls himself the Mountain of the WCF, and indeed he is. Over 400lbs of pure power set to share the stage with five of WCF's brightest up and comers. He's looking to prove why he's the World Champion and his opponents are not.
The lights in the arena go black and a hush falls upon the fans when the tron lights up pure white. “Unholy Confessions” by Avenged Sevenfold blares over head and white strobes beam down on a group of people in black hoods and Plague doctor masks, as the lights beam down on them, the move away to reveal The Plague Kevin Bishop holding out his arms taking in the roar of the crowd. He wears his black studded leather vest and his hair drips wet as he shakes his head to the music.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponents! First, from New York, New York, weighing in at 245lbs, he is the WCF People's Champion, THE PLAGUE, KEVIN BISHOP!
Freddy Whoa: The People's Champion got a huge win last week, and now he's looking to build upon that this week.
Kevin applies his wrist tape as he makes his way down the ramp with the fans reaching out to him. Towards the end of the ramp Kevin runs to the ring and slides in. He stands in the middle of the ring for a second with a grin on his face as he takes in the roaring of the crowd. Finally he lifts his arms and a barrage of sparks rain down onto him and the ring. He makes his way to the far corner and awaits his opponent.
The arena lights go out and a strobe light goes off over the entrance area. As Mutant X by Twiztid starts and Crazy J steps out wearing a ZT freekshow jersey and explosions go off on both sides and green lights shine down as smog comes from the ring post and Crazy J makes his way into the ring
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partners, first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 325lbs, he is the WCF Hardcore Champion, CRAZY J!
When the smog clears Crazy J is rocking back and forth in the center of the ring like a crazy man… he then stands up and removes his jersey and is ready to battle.
Zach Davis: It's been an emotional week for this man right here, and you know he's looking for a win to get over his personal loss.
"Re-education Through Labor" begins to play as the cameras pan through the crowd. Then, 13 seconds into the song, Phoenix runs out onto the stage as the beat drops.
Kyle Steel: And finally, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, weighing in at 205lbs, he is the WCF Alpha Champion, CJ PHOENIX!
He stretches his arms out as he looks at the crowd before running down the ramp with his arms stretched out and flames following him on each side until he reaches the end of the ramp. He slides into the ring and runs up one of the turnbuckles. He then does a cross sign with his hands before pointing upward and hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: The self-proclaimed Workhorse of the WCF looks to go to work here tonight in this matchup of champions.
The two teams decide who will start the match. Crazy J and Tom-O-Hawk are selected from their respective teams to tie up first.
*DING DING DING*
Zach Davis: Two big guys going at it here to start the match. Tom-O-Hawk is as tall as our World Champion at six foot nine, but the 6'3 Crazy J is the heavier man at a whopping 325lbs. Here's the tie up!
Freddy Whoa: Tom-O-Hawk getting some chops in early. And now he's going for a Samoan Drop!
Zach Davis: Smart move by Crazy J to shift his weight! He's making it difficult to be uplifted, and he capitalizes on it by countering into a Reverse DDT!
Crazy J follows up with a few stomps before tagging in Kevin Bishop. The Plague immediately puts Tommy Hawk in a Sleeper Hold. The hold slowly wears down the Tag Champ, but he eventually powers out of it. He gets up and backs Kevin into a corner. He then puts Bishop in a headlock and tags in Captain WCF. The fans cheer at the sight of the Tag Team Champions preparing to execute a double team move. As Cap ascends the turnbuckle, Tom-O-Hawk struggles to keep Bishop contained. "BANZAI!" yells the Captain.
Freddy Whoa: Cap's going for it! Can they connect this time? He's up and...NO!
Zach Davis: He overshot it! Cap just took out Tom-O-Hawk!
Freddy Whoa: Kevin Bishop moved back just enough to mess up the combo attempt. Now it's Bishop on the offensive. He's got Captain WCF and he's bringing him to his corner. CJ Phoenix tags in for the first time tonight.
The two look at each other and nod as CJ moves to the center of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Those two are up to something. Bishop's got Cap, and he hits him with a-Whoa!
Zach Davis: Kevin Bishop just sent Captain WCF into the air with an Exploder Suplex, and CJ Phoenix caught him and brought him down with a Powerslam!
The crowd cheers at the move as CJ goes for the match's first pin attempt.
Zach Davis: It was a nice move, but not nice enough to put away one half of the Tag Champs.
CJ Phoenix hits a standing moonsault. He attempts to follow it up with a submission move, but Cap just manages to kick him away and get the tag to Thomas Uriel Bates.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the World Champion!
As CJ shakes off the kick to the face only to be in the presence of Bates. He looks up slowly, wondering how he's going to attack the Mountain.
Zach Davis: Phoenix just realized who's in the ring with him now.
Freddy Whoa: This is the challenge he wanted, and he's not backing down as he goes for a Flying Forearm!
Zach Davis: He connected, but Bates just shook it off! Phoenix going for a kick, and it's caught, Enziguri from Phoenix!
Freddy Whoa: Bates staggers, but he's still on his feet!
Zach Davis: CJ Phoenix goes for another Flying Forearm...connects! Bates on spaghetti legs now! One more time...no! Bates caught him and throws him down with a vicious Spinebuster!
Freddy Whoa: And here come the mounted punches from the World Champion. Here's a quick pin.
Freddy Whoa: The Alpha Champ gets the shoulder up at two.
Bates lifts CJ Phoenix and attempts a German Suplex. Phoenix manages to land on his feet and tags in Crazy J as Bates is getting up. CJ charges at the World Champ, who grabs him and choke tosses him over the top rope and out onto the floor. This gives J the opening he needs to knock TUB down with a shoulder tackle.
Zach Davis: At last, the Mountain has been toppled, and Crazy J not giving Bates any time to recover as he continues to attack the World Champion.
Freddy Whoa: And now he tags in Kevin Bishop...and runs straight into Tom-O-Hawk with a Superkick, knocking him out of the ring!
Crazy J attempts to do the same to Captain WCF, but he gets fought off. He tries to run at Cap, but Cap lowbridges him out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Captain WCF ascends the ropes again. He's looking to the WCF Galaxy.
Freddy Whoa: Up he goes, and he got him! Banzai from Captain WCF!
Zach Davis: Captain WCF feeding off of this crowd tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Watch out, Cap!
Zach Davis: CJ Phoenix just leveled Captain WCF with a Spear!
Freddy Whoa: Meanwhile, back in the ring, Bishop and Bates have been going back and forth. Kevin Bishop had him in a triangle choke earlier, and it took everything to get to the ropes. Then, somehow, Bates took control when he countered a move into a Scoop Slam. He attempts the Memphis Giant Slam, but Bishop just manages to slip away.
Zach Davis: Kevin Bishop barely able to escape that one, and he hits Bates with the Black Death! Cover!
Freddy Whoa: Tom-O-Hawk saves the match by breaking up the count! Bishop looking to catch Tom-O-Hawk with the Black Death, but the Tag Champ connects with the Talon Strike! Both of the legal men are Down!
Zach Davis: Bates starting to move now. The World Champ drapes an arm across The Plague!
Zach Davis: This time it's CJ Phoenix breaking up the count!
Tom-O-Hawk tries to get in the ring, but Crazy J grabs his ankle. Captain WCF comes in and attacks J, leading to the two of them fighting. Meanwhile , Tom-O-Hawk gets in the ring and charges at Phoenix, but CJ counters with a Powerslam. Phoenix gets up at the same time Bates does.
Freddy Whoa: Phoenix going for the Talon Kick, WHOA!
Zach Davis: Bates caught his leg! He stopped the Talon Kick from connecting!
Freddy Whoa: The look on CJ's face says it all! And now Bates going for the Bates Boot, but Phoenix dodges it, and Tom-O-Hawk hits Phoenix, causing him to stagger.
Zach Davis: Black Death to Tom-O-Hawk! Memphis Giant Slam to Phoenix! Bishop and Bates now staring each other down, and here we go with them trading shots.
Freddy Whoa: Bishop starting to get the upper hand. He goes to the ropes, goes for a strike. Whoa! Both men down!
Zach Davis: Kevin Bishop hit a flying shoulder tackle while Bates nailed him with a clothesline!
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF!
Bates rolls out of the ring. The referee randomly chooses to allow lucha rules, so when Captain WCF jumps in he's legal. He runs to Kevin Bishop and stops him from tagging anyone. He pulls him to the middle of the ring, lifting him up, and goes to whip him to the ropes. Kevin Bishop reverses it however and then tosses him against the ropes....
Freddy Whoa: THE CAST OUT!
Zach Davis: SUBMISSION APPLIED!
Captain WCF has no choice. After several moments of doing all he can...
Freddy Whoa: CAPTAIN WCF TAPS OUT!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: Kevin Bishop wins it for his team!
Bishop doesn't let go of the hold. Thomas Uriel Bates enters the ring and angrily kicks Bishop off. He's already won so he just rolls with it and exits the ring, where he and his entire team backpeddle up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: The World Champion and the Tag Team Champs may be out tonight but there is a War to be won.
After exchanging words with his partners, they exit the ring. The crowd is chanting for Bates, who acknowledges them for several moments as the Tag Champs take their leave. Bates finally goes to leave.
Freddy Whoa: What’s this?
Corey Black slides into the ring carrying a light tube. Bates turns around only to be hit in the head with the object, which shatters on impact.
Zach Davis: Corey Black just attacked Bates!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Bates is stunned as blood pours down his head, but still stands. Corey slides out and reaches under the ring. He pulls out a variety of weapons, including a barbwire bat, another light tube, sledgehammer, broomsticks, and a Breaching Ram. Bates recovers enough to reach over the rope and grab Corey’s head. Corey responds by busting the other light tube over his head. Bates steps back, which allows Corey to throw all types of objects in the ring. He slides in carrying the broomstick, and starts hitting Bates in the ribs, the back, and the head.
Zach Davis: Come on! You made your point!
Corey throws the broomstick down, and picks up the barbwire bat. Bates struggles to remain on his feet, using the ropes to help support his weight. Corey moves in and attacks, swinging the bat wildly. Flesh rips from Bates’ body and blood splatters across the ring as Corey black mercilessly beats him with the bat.
Freddy Whoa: Somebody stop this!
Bates, with what is left of his strength, pushes Corey Black back. He grabs the ropes once more and begins to pull himself up, but Corey Black has grabbed hold of the Breaching Ram. He waits patiently as the Mountain of WCF tries to stand on his own, though barely.
Zach Davis: No Corey, no. Don’t do this!
Corey Black rushes forward, sending the Breaching Ram right in the gut of Thomas Uriel Bates. The giant lets out a loud grunt and doubles over, collapsing on the mat. Corey Black proceeds to beat him again with the ram, causing the giant to scream out in pain with every blow. Corey drops the ram and slides back out of the ring. He reaches under, and pulls out a table covered in barbwire.
Freddy Whoa: No!
He slides the table in the ring and sets it up. He slowly helps Bates to the turnbuckle, forcing him to climb up, sitting on the top rope. Corey Black positions Bates on the top rope and climbs up into a superplex hold. With all of his strength he manages to barely lift Bates up, spins, and sends Bates through the table with a slightly modified super Falcon Arrow.
Zach Davis: The MadPlex Beta!
Bates lays on the broken table with his arms wrapped in barbwire. Corey Black begins lifting the objects thrown in the ring and tosses it at the badly injured Bates. He throws the broomstick. He throws the barbwire bat. He tosses a chair, pieces of the table. He then grabs once more the breaching ram and holds it high above his head.
Freddy Whoa: This is too much!
Corey Black sends the breaching ram right to the midsection of Bates, causing him to sit up and shout in pain. He falls over once more, landing in the barbwire as Corey Black stands above him with a wicked grin. Corey slides out of the ring and makes his escape as a team of medical professionals rush to the ring to care for Bates.
Zach Davis: Our World Champion may have just been eliminated. Corey Black didn’t just send a message; he may have ended the career of the Mountain!
The large team of paramedics clear away the barbwire, table, and other weapons as they work to place the big man on a stretcher.
The entire arena is silent.
Zach Davis: We all knew that Corey Black was holding a grudge, but this is too far! This is too much!
The paramedics successfully strap Bates down to the stretcher and begin the task of sliding him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Last year this man wrestled Corey Black to a draw. This year Corey Black doesn’t seem interested fighting fairly.
The have successfully managed to get Bates out of the ring and begin wheeling him to the back.
Freddy Whoa: This is…
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, as they carry our World Champion to the back for medical attention I should note that this is a dangerous sport. Anything can happen, but this has indeed gone too far.
Freddy Whoa: You can bet that Corey Black will be punished for this.
Zach Davis: If not by Seth Lerch, then by Bates when he recovers.
As the stretcher reaches backstage and travels through the halls towards the back garage, Bates begins to stir. He shakes, causing the team to stop and try to calm him. He breaks free of his restraints and tries to sit up. He doubles over once more and collapses, spitting up blood as he falls from the stretcher to the ground. The paramedics rush to once again place Bates in the stretcher, but no longer need to struggle as the big man is unconscious. As the Paramedics work hard to help the World Champion, a crowd of WCF wrestlers form around them. Lilith, usually cheerful even at the wrong time, was standing with her hands covering her mouth. The look on all of their faces was shock, and horror.