the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado
The camera pans across the crowd as we open up on this fresh new edition of Wrestling Championship Federation's Slam, we are immediately greeted by the opening riff of Mile Zero by Periphery.
Zach Davis: We kick things off in style!
Stood at the top of the ramp way is the man, the myth, the legend: Joey Flash. Attired in his trademark white suit as he embraces the wild cheering of the sold out Denver crowd. Making his way down the ring to chants of 'JO-EY, JO-EY' - the number one contender lets a smile burst across his features before plucking a microphone from the awaiting Kyle Steel. Flash steps through the middle rope and bathes in the crowd reaction.
Joey Flash: Well shit. Don't you get a treat Colorado? Last week we had Damian fucking Kaine opening the show and you get me.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know whether that's good or bad.
Joey Flash: First things first. I want you to all bow your heads, for today I officially mourn the loss of one of the greatest workers in wrestling history: Adam Young. Lower the lights.
The lights remain on.
Joey Flash: I said lower the fucking lights.
The house lights are dimmed much to the delight of the fans.
Joey Flash: Now, timekeeper, you with the stupid moustache - ten bell salute or I tear that tash off ya fuckin face.
The moustacheod timekeeper nods and begins the toll.
DING - The crowd explodes with cheers and then a 'THANK YOU ADAM!' chant - Joey nods in approval.
Joey Flash: Now let's get to what the fuck I'm here for. Thomas Uriel Bates.
A mixture of both boos and cheers filter through the crowd.
Joey Flash: Let's get one thing clear before we get started with this shit. I'm not going to bad mouth you. I'm not going to ridicule you or the things you stand for, I'm not out here to expose every flaw with your constitution and character...
Joey Flash:...I'm saving that for when I tear your fucking head off. To you this is probably a big thing, King Thomas stepping to the invader as the last bastion of WCF - fuck off. This isn't a personal thing for me, it ain't even a personal issue I have. You have something I want and I'm going to take it - end of discussion. I'm taking your belt and I'm taking your manhood at One.
You are the worst thing to ever happen to this federation, you are festering cancer that I'm going to purge. We don't even have to wait. Bring your carcass down here fat boy.
The crowd waits as Joey drapes his jacket over the top rope, then “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. Stepping out from the curtain is...
Zach Davis: You have to be kidding me.
Jared Holmes in a fat suit with a fake beard and a T-Shirt that reads 'ORANGE JULIUS'. He waddles comically to the ring before stepping with extreme difficulty through the ropes. Flash passes him a second microphone.
Jared Bates: WELL HOWDY YALL HOOOOOOOEEEEEEE THAT THERE WALK DONE HURT MAH KNEES!
Joey Flash: Oh hello Thomas. Welcome to the show!
Jared Bates: LISSEN YOU LITTLE DAGO FUCK. GO DONALD TRUMP! I HATE NIGGERS.
Freddy Whoa: Can he get fired for this?
Joey Flash: Whoa, calm down Bates that's a little bit strong.
Jared Bates: SHUT UP JEWY FLESH! I WILL KICK YOU TO MARS!
Joey Flash: No. You won't! THE WORLD!
Joseph remains still and Jared falls slowly to the floor before landing on his face.
Joey Flash: Wow! It was that easy. See fans, you don't even have to pay for One, you can go home happy now. That's how this feud goes. This is how the match goes, I think-
Joey is interrupted by “Midnight Rider” by the Allman Brothers Band once more as this time, the real Thomas Uriel Bates steps through the curtain. Jared Holmes hops back to his feet immediately as the pair share a glance at each other then at the encroaching and furious Mountain.
Joey Flash: See ya.
Flash collects his jacket and hops over the top rope and through the crowd, checking back to see a struggling Jared Holmes just manage to tumble over the barricades before Bates arrives at ring side. The WCF Champion circles the ring in fury, picking one of the discarded microphones.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Oh I'll be seeing you Joey. I'll be seeing you real soon.
Ded Memry vs Red Trunks
The Jeopardy theme song plays.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Cameron, West Virginia, weighing in at 213 pounds, Red Trunks!
Red Trunks jogs to the ring. He has no charisma. All he does is wave to the crowd real quick when he gets to the ring.
Zach Davis: Red Trunks, while not having a lot of success in the WCF or anywhere else, is still a thirty year veteran of this business and has been in the ring with some of the best. I don't know much about his opponent, but I'm going to predict that Red Trunks has the edge in experience.
"Dead Memories" by Slipknot plays.
Kyle Steel: His opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at somewhere between 190 and 230 pounds, Ded Memry!
Ded's body language suggests that he feels apprehension and curiosity as he approaches the ring.
Freddie Whoa: "Somewhere between 190 and 230 pounds?" Has this guy heard of a scale?
Zach Davis: Ded Memry has quickly been identified in the locker room as a unique individual. The other wrestlers have told me that he doesn't talk to anyone, doesn't look at anyone, he just stares off into the distance with some long thousand yard stare. Even some of the toughest guys are a little unnerved by this guy.
Freddy Whoa: Did you see that interview he did with Hank Brown on the WCF Network? It was weird.
Zach Davis: There's no question about that. But the important thing is his wrestling. Can he wrestle? Maybe that's where he does his talking.
Both wrestlers are in opposite corners. The bell rings and Ded Memry immediately sprints to the other side of the ring, raining down forearms on Red Trunks. He gets Trunks in the corner and a beats him down with a flurry of punches.
Freddy Whoa: I think you're right, Zach. His wrestling seems to do his talking for him.
Ded Irish whips Trunks into the opposite corner and charges at him with a clothesline. He grabs the back of Trunks' head and delivers a one handed bulldog into the center of the ring. Ded gets up and alternates between delayed knee drops and elbow drops.
Freddy Whoa: There's been no rest between moves since the bell rang. Ded is has been constantly moving, punishing Red Trunks.
Ded starts choking Trunks. The ref starts a five count. At four, Ded lets go. He tries to go for the choke again, but the ref prevents it. The ref checks on Trunks. Ded pushes the ref aside, gets Trunks to his feet, kicks him in the gut, grabs his head, and throws him into the corner. He starts stomping Trunks in the gut. The ref gets in between them so he can check on Trunks. Ded walks back towards Trunks but Trunks gets a boot of his own into Ded's stomach.
Zach Davis: And Trunks is coming back!
Freddy Whoa: Wait a minute. He's going to the second rope!
Zach Davis: I think we know what's coming! The dreaded DOUBLE AXE HANDLE!
Trunks jumps off the second rope but Ded kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a piledriver.
Zach Davis: He lifts him up!
Ded drills Trunks' head into the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, God!
Ded gets Trunks up and sends him off the ropes. He gets his arms around Trunks head.
Zach Davis: Sleeper hold!
Freddy Whoa: Wait, he sweeps Trunks' leg and turns it into a facebuster. I've never seen that before, a sleeper hold facebuster!
Zach Davis: I believe he calls that move Memry Loss.
The bell rings. "Dead Memories" plays.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this contest, Ded Memry!
Ded looks at Trunks' unconscious body with bemusement. The ref is checking on Trunks but keeps an eye on Ded. Ded finally crawls under the bottom rope out of the ring, creeping his way down the aisle.
Zach Davis: Like we said, he may not be much of a talker, but he's certainly a wrestler.
Freddy Whoa: And he looks like an experienced one at that.
Slam comes back from commercial with a shot of the backstage area where we see Cameraman Bob and Cameraman Stu wandering the hallways. For some reason they're both dressed up as Sherlock Holmes, presumably because neither would agree to be Watson. They're standing in front of a stage hand who seems rather annoyed.
Cameraman Stu: All right, we know that you know the whereabouts of Jayson Price.
Cameraman Bob: Yeah! Now spill the beans before we spill your brains all over this floor.
Stage Hand: You're both idiots. Price probably got drunk, wandered off to find more alcohol and ended up in traffic where he got hit by a car. Or at least I could hope we'd be that lucky.
Cameraman Stu: So you admit that you had ill will against him!
Stage Hand: Of course I did! But then again who doesn't? Hell even you two have reason to hate that bastard.
Cameraman Bob: Yeah but we already eliminated each other as suspects. But you? Where were you the night he disappeared?
Stage Hand: Banging Shannan Lerch.
Cameraman Stu: Christ, she's still lurking around backstage looking for men?
Stage Hand: Are you kidding me? I saw her duck into that closet over there 5 minutes ago with a referee.
Cameraman Bob: Well I'll be damned. All right, you're free to go. No man would admit to banging that diseased ridden whore on live TV if he wasn't a suspect in a kidnapping.
Stage Hand: ...live TV? That camera is on?! MY WIFE WATCHES THIS SHOW! SHIT!
The stage hand runs off as Bob and Stu share looks.
Cameraman Stu: Well that was something.
Cameraman Bob: Yeah but now we need a new suspect to question.
Voice: No, now you need to quit bumbling this investigation.
Cameraman Stu: Oh yeah? And who-
Both cameramen turn around to find themselves face to chest with a masked luchadore that is considerably bigger than them.
Cameraman Bob: Those tattoos...
Voice: You two idiots can't go up to every person you see and accuse them of being behind Jayson Price's disappearance. You'll spook the real perpetrator and they'll run before we can find them.
Cameraman Stu: That voice...
Voice: You know what, forget this crap. I'm taking over this investigation myself. After all, I am his son.
The masked man turns and walks off as Bob and Stu again trade looks.
Cameraman Stu: Son? Price had a son?
Cameraman Bob: You moron. That was obviously-
Bob gets cut off as the masked man runs back into the scene and clotheslines him. Cameraman Stu quickly runs off as the man gets to his feet and heads back out of the view of the camera. The cameras quickly cut back to the announce table.
Zach Davis: ...what the hell was that?
Freddy Whoa: Now I know why announcers drink.
Slam goes back to commercial.
Biff Mustache vs Jesse McCoy vs Jaice Wilds vs Jay West
Kyle Steel: This next match has been changed to a Saloon Brawl match and is a one fall to a finish, Introducing first from Greenville, South Carolina being accompanied by Bobby Bo Creed, Jesse Kelly-Lee 'Devil-Anse' McCoy!
The Titan tron shows Jesse in an old time saloon walking through the old swinging doors to "Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie, He walks over and slams a mason jar of moonshine down then wipes his mouth and grins.
Kyle Steel: and his opponents, introducing first from Mustache Manor, Biff Mustache!
Biff waltz's into the saloon and sips a fancy drink,
Kyle Steel: Introducing next from Macon, GA "The King" Jay West !
West walks in with his jacket lit up, looking around the saloon with what appears to be disgust.
Freddy Whoa: Hey wait how did these guys get this match approved?
Zach Davis: I don't know Johnny, but the fans wanted it. Looks Like Bobby Bo is going to wait outside the saloon.
Freddy Whoa: Yea? well doesn't look like the king likes it to much, besides when did the fans pay our checks?
Zach Davis: Anyway we got one last man to enter the fray, lets go back to Kyle and here his last announcement.
Kyle Steel:And last, from Jaice Wilds
Wilds enters the saloon doors and chugs a beer then breaks it over his head. The A man in the corner of the saloon spits into the spittoon, and the wrestlers think it was the bell. Jesse way lays Biff with three right fist then body slams him into one the small tables, sending two bar dwellers running from the saloon.
Freddy Whoa: Where did we find a saloon in Denver Colorado?
Zach Davis: Again I don't know Johnny, but did you see what Jaice just did to Jay? He just monkey flipped West into the hard liquor!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god that poor tequila!
Wilds jumps up onto the bar and signals to bar tender to move, then leaps but is caught with a kip up European uppercut, that sends Wilds back across the bar.
Meanwhile Biff is brawling with Jesse, and seems to have the upper hand over by the jukebox, he grabs Jesse and nails a Russian leg sweep into the jukebox, and the old machine kicks on.
But don't tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart
My achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man
Freddy Whoa: By God! I have not heard this song in a fresh minute!
Zach Davis: Really? Now the self proclaimed ladies man Irish whipped Jesse into the wall and Secret Stache!
Freddy Whoa: What a leg lariat! And look at West go to town on wilds! Float over DDT on the bar, followed by a figure four leg lock!
West has half of Wilds hanging off the bar, as he locks in the painful hold. But Jesse slams Biff into the wall, then walks over and locks in a full nelson on West.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! Jesse just full nelson suplexed West who had the figure four on Wilds,sending both men backwards over the bar!
Freddy Whoa: That had to take a lot of strength Zack Holy cow! OH! and Biff is up again and just slammed a beer bottle into the skull of Jesse 'Devil-Anse' McCoy! And another shot!
Zach Davis: Man the bottle won't break! 4 shots with the bottle and still hasn't broken but Jesse's skull has!
Biff goes for another bottle strike but its blocked By Jesse with a kick to the gut. Jesse lifts Biff up for a powerbomb, he slams Biff through a saloon table, sending emptys everywhere.
Freddy Whoa: What a powerbomb!
Zach Davis: OH Xtreme Dream! Where did Wilds come from!
Johnny; I don't know but that was a nice superkick!.
Wilds goes for a pin.
Jesse kicks out, Wilds rolls over to Biff
West breaks up the pin picks up Wilds and hits a belly to belly suplex sending Wilds across the saloon. West pins Biff
Kicks out at 2, West rolls over to pin Jesse but snatches the ankle and drops West on his face,
Zach Davis: Devil's Call ankle lock, locked in!
Freddy Whoa:oh what a painful hold.
Biff drags himself over to Wilds lifeless body and goes for a pin
NO! Wilds manages to get a shoulder up. Both men struggle to their feet. Both men hit a super kick on each other simultaneously.
Freddy Whoa:They get knocked down... they get back up again!
Zach Davis: Oh what a match! And looks like Jay West has rolled over and applied an ankle lock of his own.
Freddy Whoa: Wilds and Biff are down and Jesse and Jay West are both fighting for better position in the ankle lock war! Who will win this?
Wilds is up and runs at Jesse and Jay, hitting them both with knees to the head. Jay rolls out as Wilds jumps to the top.
Zach Davis: AERIAL ACE TO JESSE MCCOY!
Into the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Jaice Wilds picks up the win!
Wilds celebrates as we go to commercial.
David Sanchez Segment
The opening riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” does the rounds of the arena as the peons in attendance begin to boo and expect some long-winded speech from Pantheon’s David Sanchez, the Mayor of Chicago who has been campaigning this week to be a part of the Final Destination match at One.
Zach Davis: Sanchez is out here in his suit looking hot under the collar.
Freddy Whoa: He’s Dominican Zach, that’s racist.
Zach Davis: Actually, he’s Colombian Freddy, but let’s not split hairs.
Sanchez marches out onto the stage, a much less happy man than he had been in his video packages of the week, you would think being re-elected to a position of such power would make a guy smile, but nope. Here’s this guy, pissed off because he’s being overlooked. After pacing back and forwards on the stage a few times, he lifts the microphone to his lips.
David Sanchez: It’s been one week. One week since I told Seth Lerch that I should be given my rightful place in the Final Destination match at One. My lawyers have plead my case tooth and nail, social media has been flaring up. Something has got to be done. There are SEVEN days in a week Seth.
David Sanchez: Seven days in which you could have made a decision, and seven…
David Sanchez: Shut the fuck up, morons. We’re learning by numbers here. Since we’re counting though; here’s some other interesting numbers:
David Sanchez: One - The number of times I have been pinned in WCF.
David Sanchez: Sixteen - The number of victories I have had since I got here.
David Sanchez: Two - The number of victories I hold over our, defiler Thomas Bates, champion of Old White Money and cross-burning shenanigans. That’s two wins, no losses kids. No foolin’
David Sanchez: Four Hundred and Thirty-Three - The number of days it has been since I was last pinned in this company, by a man who vanished three days later might I add.
David Sanchez: Quiet! There’s only one number that matters right now and it’s my phone number Seth. Pick up the receiver, and make me a believer or tonight your little tables match is going to be more of a massacre than a mercy killing.
Alpha Title Contendership Match
Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso vs Psychopomp vs Joe Smarts vs Kidd Krazzy
Zach Davis: Coming off of that action we now transition into what is sure to be an action packed match-up.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah four up and coming stars compete to see who will be the number one contender and challenge Jason O’Neal for the Alpha Championship.
Number One by Nelly plays on the PA system greeted by a mixed response from the fans. Jason O’Neal appears from the backstage area with the title draped over his shoulder. He walks arrogantly down the ramp and circles half the ring as he ends up at the announcer’s table.
Freddy Whoa: It seems as if we are going to be joined in commentating by none other than The Sensation himself.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Damned right, if the fans have to watch a shit show they might as well be entertained.
Zach Davis: Can he say shit show in a commentary capacity?
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: I just did and you did too.
Freddy Whoa: Shit show indeed.
Pokemon theme plays.
Zach Davis: And here we go, Kidd Krazzy is first.
I wanted to be the very best
Like no one ever was
To win the title was my real test
To cleanse the fed is my cause!
I will train across the land
Challenging far and wide
Each opponent to understand
The power that's inside
Titles!, gotta catch 'em all
Freddy Whoa: Kidd comes out in a different cosplay each week, this week its Ryu from Street Fighter.
Kid high fives, hugs and greets the fans all while walking to the ring. When he reaches the apron he hopes up on it then pulls a poke ball out of his pocket and tosses it to the crowd. then jumps into the ring, and yells Gotta Win Them All as Pokemon cards rain down from the ceiling.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: This is a guy who, at seventeen is growing into a great competitor, but look at this bullshit. Dumbass gimmicks.
Zach Davis: Tell us what you really think.
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.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: I’m surprised he didn’t walk out here in an adult diaper and blind folded thinking its 1976 or something. Where does Seth find these guys.
The crowd cheers when 'Vertigo' by U2 comes on the speakers. Joe comes rushing out and sprints down the ramp. He slides into the ring. The crowd goes wild! He gets up and jumps on the 2nd Rope. He soaks in the cheers with a Randy Orton style pose. The crowd once again cheers. He flips back onto the canvas. He is ready.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: This guy scored a 390 on the SAT.
Zach Davis: First off, he is Australian and probably didn’t take the SAT. Secondly, the lowest you can get on the test is a 400.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: That’s how dumb he is.
The commentators are perplexed when a cacophony of various fire alarms is heard.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: The fuck?
Out comes Fuego del Eterno Infierno Silencioso. The masked man performs various somersalts and flippy moves. He is showing off his athleticism as he makes it to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: There he is Fuego del Eterno Infierno Silencioso.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: The fuck?
Zach Davis: It means Eternal Silent Hellfire and can you go two sentences without cursing?
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Yes, period. I can, period. Are you fucking happy?
Freddy Whoa: Anyway you two… all four men are in the ring ready to go.
The four competitors eye each other and DING! DING!! DING!!! The bell sounds. All four men circle the interior of the ring trying to gain position on each other…
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Ring around the rosie.
Zach Davis: And here’s the first action, Kidd Krazzy throwing himself fist first into Fuego.
With that, the ring is divided Kidd Krazzy and Fuego are duking it out in the upper left corner while Smarts and Psychopomp are throwing haymakers in the lower right…
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Never seen people fight so hard to get an ass whippin’
Almost simultaneously, Psychopomp is clotheslined over the top rope in the right corner and Kidd Krazzy is thrown over the left top rope. Inside the ring, Fuego whips Smarts into the ropes and hits him with a spinning heel kick.
Freddy Whoa: What is Psychopomp doing?
Psychopomp: I’m going to get your title.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Zach why is he talking to you?
Zach Davis: I… don’t… know…
HOLYSHIT… out of nowhere Kidd Krazzy slams his body from the ring apron into Psychopomp from behind. Psychopomp is down in pain and Kidd Krazzy is immediately to his feet and in Jason O’Neal’s face.
Freddy Whoa: Atleast he knows who has the title.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: You better pay attention to the match, Boy.
He points to the ring where Smarts has executed a small package roll-up on Fuego…
Zach Davis: While Kidd was distracted, this could be it…
Kidd Krazzy has somehow cleared the distance to breakup the count.
Zach Davis: Fuego and Kidd working together for a moment here as they whip Smarts into the ropes.
Fuego cuts Smarts legs from underneath him and Kidd Krazzy connects high with a flying crossbody. With Smarts down, Kidd Krazzy and Fuego decide to cause more pain. They throw themselves into the ropes to gain momentum. A Fuego leg drop to the prone Smarts.
Freddy Whoa: Kidd Krazzy was tripped up by Psychopomp.
Zach Davis: Psychopomp is in the ring.
The moment with all four compeitors in the ring does not last long as Psycho sends Fuego through the ropes and to the ringside floor. As Fuego collects himself, the action continues in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: So, Jason, you are not in action this week. Why?
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Well…
Zach Davis: You realize we have a match here right? Somebody should commentate.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to say… the docs kept me out with some bruised ribs. I’ll be back next week.
The comotion in the ring reaches a fever pitch as Joe Smarts is sent out of the ring and Kidd Krazzy is in prime position to land a moonsault on Psychopomp.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Look at him, playing to the fans. This is a huge risk in a four man match.
There you have it, Fuego is up on the apron and swipes the feet from underneath Kidd Krazy. Krazzy tumbles down. Fuego turns and points at O’Neal and jabbers a bit.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Silencio por favor.
Fuego is caught off guard by Smarts who sweeps the feet from underneath Fuego. Fuego tumbles to the floor.
Zach Davis: Pomp pin on Kidd!!
Freddy Whoa: So much action, I didn’t see what lead up to the pin there.
Zach Davis: What a kickout by Kidd.
Outside the ring Smarts is the latest in the face of Jason O’Neal…
Joe Smarts: Fight for Fries…
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: What?
With that quick exchange, Fuego grabs Smarts by the belt and back of the neck and throws him back into the ring…
Zach Davis: Fuego threw Smarts into a pin by Kidd.
Broken up by Psychopomp.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: No one here wants to win because they know they have to face me.
Freddy Whoa: Pomp has seemed to snap here.
Psychopomp goes on a tear throwing Kidd Krazzy out of the ring and Smarts into the corner. A stiff chop and a running uppercut topples Smarts. Pomp lets out a brief celebration and Fuego is quick to put a stop to that celebration. POW!! Spinning heel kick into the pin…
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: This shit is boring… wait a second…
Zach Davis: Where’s he going?
Freddy Whoa: Obviously to make it unboring.
Zach Davis: Did he just throw four chairs into the ring?
Freddy Whoa: Why did you just ask a question in which everyone just saw.
Zach Davis: Sometimes I feel as if I don’t say it… no one knows what is actually going on.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: That should make things more interesting.
Zach Davis: What did you say to the ref?
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: If he disqualifies anyone I kill him.
Freddy Whoa: Four chairs?
POW!!! Psychopomp connects to Fuego who collapses inside the ring from a chairshot. SMACK!!! Smarts catches Psychopomp with a chairshot and he crumples to the canvas. CRACK!! A fierce Pele kick from Kidd Krazzy to the back of Smart’s head. Smarts is down and Kidd is quickly to the top rope.
Zach Davis: Two competitors out cold, one down and one up high.
Freddy Whoa: Heart of the Cards…CONNECTS!!!
Zach Davis: Kidd is hurting just as his victim, but he is the lone man standing.
Zach Davis: That sonovabitch!!
Freddy Whoa: Jason O’Neal has laid out the last man standing with a Sensation.
Zach Davis: All four men are out cold.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back Mr. O’Neal… definitely not boring anymore.
Zach Davis: Bad enough you brought chairs into this great match, but you outright interfered.
“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Kidd Krazzy enjoys things fair and square and now they are. First guy who gets the pin wins. Lets watch…
The referee starts to the ten count…
Zach Davis: Pin by Kidd Krazzy on Psychopomp.
Freddy Whoa: There he is the number one contender for the Alpha Title… Kidd Krazzy!!!!
Zach Davis: God damnit there he goes again!!
Jason O’Neal is in the ring. Sensation to Kidd Krazzy!. No he missed. Counter into the Finisher of the winner. Reversal … Lagniappe!! Out goes the number one contender. Jason O’Neal rolls out of the ring and #1 by Nelly hits as Jason O’Neal walks arrogantly up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Something tells me you are no fan of O’Neal?
Zach Davis: Great athlete, crappy attitude.
Freddy Whoa: Opposite of you.
Zach Davis: Shut up Freddy… Hopefully Kidd Krazzy will knock some manners into that guy.
Seth Lerch/Price Segment
Slam back from commercial and again we find ourselves backstage as we see the mysterious masked man walking around. He rounds a corner and nearly bumps into Seth Lerch.
Seth Lerch: Hey watch out you mor- what the hell is this? P-
Masked Man: I am El Hijo Del Price, son of the legendary wrestler known as Jayson Price. I am here to find out what you are doing to find my father.
Seth Lerch: Okay, look, I don't know what it is you're trying to pull here, but I don't have time for it. Jayson it's obvious that it's you under the mask, what do you want? I'm kinda busy running Slam at the moment.
El Hijo Del Price: Are you deaf, gringo? I just told you that my name is El Hijo Del Price. My father-
Seth Lerch: Seriously. I don't have the time.
El Hijo Del Price: You will make time. My father went missing during one of your shows and yet I see no action being taken. No search parties. No reward offered by you. Where is the effort?
Seth Lerch: In the same place that I left the dump I took earlier. Look, Price, whatever it is that you wanted, forget it. I was happier when you were just staying away because it meant you weren't in my ring. So feel free to disappear again.
El Hijo Del Price: No, you look, small man. You will begin to care about my missing father or I will make you care.
Seth Lerch: Seriously? Okay, cut-
El Hijo Del Price: Wait. I know why you don't care. It's because you were behind it! Yes! It all makes sense! No one hated my papa more than you.
Seth Lerch: Well that's not exactly false but- wait. Damn it Price! I'm not playing along with this crap. You wanna play luchadore and run around backstage? Fine. Next week you can play dress up in a match. "El Hijo Del Price" can make his official debut on Slam against...a mystery opponent of my choosing! Think of it as my way of thanking your "father" for disappearing so close to One.
El Hijo Del Price: Your treachery will not stop my investigation. I will defeat your challenger and then I will find you and get the answers that I want. You have not heard the last from El Hijo Del-
Seth Lerch: I don't care.
Seth walks off as Slam goes to commercial.
Television Title Match
Johnny Blaze vs Rise vs FPV
Zach Davis: Time for FPV to defend his Television Title.
Fire by Scooter begins playing as Johnny Blaze steps through the curtains and begins making his way towards the ring. He shakes hands with the few who offer but keeps his focus on the moment at hand. He enters the ring and moves to his corner.
"Bodies" by Drowning Pool, Arena goes dark with dim blue lighting as the music hits. As soon as the music picks up fire flares flash from the stage atop the ramp where Rise will be seen with his arms folded across his chest. He scans the crowd for a moment then makes his day down the ramp high fiving a few fans along the way. He circles the ring before flat foot jumping up onto the apron and entering between the 2nd and 3rd ropes.
The lights dim to a blood red, as glitchy electronic noises fill the arena. Many suspect that "Ghosts n' Stuff" is about to play...until instead they get a snippet of multiple songs. First "You Know My Name," then "Mountain Song," "Ghosts 'n Stuff, "The Scott Pilgrim Anthem," and finally "Professional Griefers." This snippets play seemingly at random until all sound stops, and the lights go off completely, until three words pop up on the titantron, in big white letters.
"FRANK PATRICK VENABLE"
The crowd explodes in applause as "True North" hits the P.A and Frank Patrick Venable finally makes his entrance, dressed in a dark red hoodie and wrestling tights, ready for a fight. He runs down to the ring at an almost inhumane speed, sliding into the ring from underneath the bottom rope. He panders to the always appreciative crowd before removing his hoodie and entering his corner, waiting for the bell.
Zach Davis: Aanndd here we go.
Rise and Blaze both run at FPV. He's blindsided and goes for a Superkick but he can't hit both men, they both have it scouted and duck it and roll away. As FPV gets to his feet Rise and Blaze both hit a Dropkick!, sending the Champ out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Rise and Blaze alone in the ring now!
The two men circle each other. Blaze runs at Rise but Rise kicks him in the gut. Blaze is doubled over and Rise quickly Pedigrees him!
Zach Davis: Pedigree! Early in the match.
Rise pins him.
Blaze kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Wasn't worn down enough.
Rise picks Blaze up and lifts him into a Death Vallley Driver but Blaze slips behind him. Blaze gouges his eyes before Dropkicking him into a turnbuckle. Blaze runs at Rise and Clotheslines him into it. He stumbles out of the ring and Blaze catches him.
Zach Davis: PILEDRIVER! You don't see that every day!
Blaze pins him.
Freddy Whoa: Television Title on the line here!
Zach Davis: FPV has to get back into it. He could lose the belt without being pinned or submitted!
Blaze picks Rise up and grapples him for a DDT but Rise jabs him away. Blaze swings at Rise but Rise drops him with a Diamond Cutter. No! - Blaze pushes him off. Rise is sent into the ropes and Clotheslines Blaze down as he comes back. Both men are to their feet..
Freddy Whoa: FPV takes them down with a Double FUSH ROH DUH!
Zach Davis: Duh.
Both of them get to their feet. Rise runs at FPV and FPV drops him with a Bodyslam. Blaze is next and FPV hits a Hip Toss. Blaze gets back to his feet and FPV drops him with a Double Knee Gutbuster! FPV pins him.
Freddy Whoa: Like we said earlier - the Television Title is on the line here! No one is giving up easily!
Rise pounds FPV a few times in the back before picking him up and throwing him to the ropes. As FPV comes back Rise kicks him in the gut and then puts him into the Suplex position.
Zach Davis: He's got him up... PUT EM DOWN!
No!, FPV shifts his weight and lands behind Rise! FPV drops him with a Reverse DDT.
Freddy Whoa: FPV to his feet.
Zach Davis: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
FPV hits it on Blaze as Blaze rushes him! FPV drops down.
Freddy Whoa: FPV retains!
FPV gets back to his feet as he's handed the Television Title.
Zach Davis: Unfortunately, a win for FPV is also a win for the Brotherhood. Remember that.
Freddy Whoa: As we march on towards One, who can remind FPV what he stands for? Winning for the Brotherhood? Come on.
Zach Davis: Great effort by all three competitors but FPV was the better man here tonight.
We go to commercial.
Kidd Krazzy/Lilith Segment
As we go backstage, Lilith and Kidd Krazzy are face to face.
Lilith: You! You thinks you could just go and hides from me forevers?! I tellsed you that I woulds sort this! You comes at me with your ummmmm and ahhhhhs and whatevers else tryings to upset me! ME!!! World's greatest and bestest female fighter EVERS! You messing with wrong girl... whatevers your name is!!! What even is your name anywayz? And I swear to god bear! I SWEAR TO GOD BEAR!!! You try making me unhappiful again with your mean stupid talks your head gonna be through that there wall! I SWEAR TO GOD BEAR!!!
Lilith looked like she was either going to blow up or break down as she stared with huge eyes at the man who had been upsetting her all week.
Kidd tries to look the enraged woman in the eyes but just ends up staring at the ground.
Kidd Krazzy: I...I.. I'm not trying to b...b...be...mean. I..it's just hu...hu..hard, um to uh my n...n...name is Kidd, mmm Kidd Krazzy Miss Lilith.
Kidd is now profusely sweating and looks even paler than normal. he hasn’t looked up from the floor and is digging the toe of his shoe into the floor nervously.
Lilith just stands and stares at the visibly distressed Kidd before letting out a scream, grabbing him around his throat and pinning him against a nearby wall.
Lilith: What I tells you?! WHAT I LITERALLY JUST TELLS YOU?!!! Ummmmm... Errrrr... Lilith... Ummmmmm... Errrrrr... SHUT UP!!! Who puts you up to this?! WHO?!! I knows you aren't smart enoughs to do this stuffs yourself! Who tolds you to do it?!! WHO?!! So help me god bear if you don't tells me!!!
A wet spot appears on Kidds groin area, and tears begin to roll down his face as he struggles to speak.
"Its....just ...hard..." is all he gets out, he still looks down at the ground the best he can, feeling embarrassed, and slightly aroused. He doesn't even attempt to fight back, his hands are pressed against the wall, so he doesn't accidentally touch the woman and risk offending her more.
Lilith raises an eyebrow at the man even she could see was now quite upset. She finally released her hold on him and looks him up and down not really sure what to do or even what to say to him.
Lilith: What is hard? And if you say your hotdog I swear...
Kidd Krazzy: Hot...dog?
He ask wiping away tears and clutching his throat with one hand while he used the other to hide the wet spot on his pants.
Kidd Krazzy: I...I'm sss sorry.
He stammers, clearly shaken by the whole ordeal.
Lilith: What is wrong with yous?! You acting like I does when I sees clowns or has to go outside when it dark outside...
Kidd's face brightens slightly thinking the woman has finally figured it out. He looks up slightly, but still doesn't look her in the eyes.
Kidd Krazzy:Ya, i..i..its kinda.. its like that. I..I was...wasn't trying..to...um..yea, um be disrespectful, or uh ummm anything.
He now has both hands hiding his groin, and is back to grinding the toe of his shoe into the ground
Lilith just looked at Kidd with a blank expression on her face.
Lilith: I ams soooooooo confuseded. It's like what? You makes as much sense as... something which doesn't even makes sense!
Kidd just returns her blank stare with one of his own, tilting his head to the side, finally getting the courage to look her in the eyes, After few seconds Kidd finally musters up the will to speak
Kidd Krazzy: It...it's h...hard for me, hard fuh fuh for me, ta , um talk to, your kind.
Upon saying your kind he immediately looks down again
Lilith: "My kind"?! What the heck bears that supposed to mean?! You being all racist on me right meow or somethings?!!
Kidd Krazzy: NO!!! nuh...nuh..nothin like.. uh um ..crap
Kidd turns and kids the wall, then speaks to the wall loudly.
Kidd Krazzy: its hard to speak to girls!
Kidd then leans against the wall feeling faint. Behind Kidds back Lilith is now grinning so big it would put the Cheshire Cat to shame.
Lilith: Awwwwww you acts like such a weirdo face cos you all shy cos of Liliths totally flawless yumminess? Awwwww that's cuuuuuuuuute!!!
Lilith pauses to look at her watch, which of course she couldn't actually read.
Lilith: Anywayzzzzz I gots to go you little cutie you... I gots a biggggggg night ahead of me! Oh and by the ways... tell your friend Pompy that he gots TERRIBLE taste in cookies! Who the heck bears puts nuts in cookies?! Ewwwwww!!! Okayz bye!!
And with that Lilith skipped away leaving Kidd by himself to recuperate. Upon hearing the woman leave Kidd turns around sighing and wiping sweat from his brow.
Kidd Krazzy: I need to go shower.
Tag Team Titles Match
Oblivion/Lilith vs Steven Singh/Captain Pantheon
Slam comes back from commercial break to find The Monster, Oblivion, already in the ring simply pacing back and forth as Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring ready to introduce the upcoming match.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF Tag Team Championships! Inducing first… the challenger… He is The Monster… OBLIVION!!!
The crowd gives The Monster a mixed reaction as he lifts his huge arms into the air.
Zach Davis: This is going to be one interesting match… I simply can not wait to see how this team conducts themselves tonight…
Freddy Whoa: For all those who do not know, Oblivion and Lilith have quite the heated past.
Zach Davis: Haha, well that's certainly one way to put it…
Kyle Steel: And his partner…
Liliths video package begins to play on the titantron however no music plays as the crowd eagerly await her entrance. Several minutes pass and Lilith does not show.
Zach Davis: Errrrrr, where is she?!
Freddy Whoa: No idea, probably delayed by her bears or something.
Zach Davis: Right…
Kyle Steel: Ummmmm…
A few more moments pass and the time keeper finally motions to carry on.
Kyle Steel: Right… and the opponents… introducing first… he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions… he is… CAPTAIN PANTHEON!!!
Captain Pantheon runs from the back as soon as his music hits, straight to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He then gets in the middle of the ring and does a super hero pose before running to his corner.
Zach Davis: Oblivion and Captain Pantheon just staring each other down… this thing could easily turn into a handicap match right now…
Kyle Steel: And his partner…
The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." and golden pyros form 5 ft high fountains across the stage. The menacing beat of the Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain fills the arena and The Superstar Steven Singh steps out to an enthusiastic, if mixed, reaction. Stopping on the stage he smiles wry and smug, right arm raised in the air, back of his hand to the crowd, left hand behind his back. As the gold fountains shrink back into the stage, The Superstar lowers his hand, twirling his wrist and half-bowing his head with faux gratitude to the fans. He smiles, heading down to the ring as the live crowd continue to give him a mixed reaction.
Zach Davis: Steven Singh appears to be full of confidence here tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Can you really blame him? Oblivion is all by himself right now… He's… WHOA!!! OH MY GOD!!!
Before Singh can reach the ring Lilith sneaks up behind him and SMASHES a steel chair right against his spine, immediately causing the wrestler to collapse down onto the steel ramp.
Zach Davis: GOD DAMN HER!!! Someone stop this! STOP THIS!!!
Freddy Whoa: Lilith is beating the hell out of Steven Singh with that steel chair! Someone stop this! That man is god damn unconscious!!! STOP THIS!!!
Eventually Lilith throws the chair down… hard… on top of Singhs now beaten down unconscious body. A sick smile spreads over Liliths face as she looks down at what she had just caused.
Zach Davis: GOD DAMN HER!!! This woman is unbelievable! I thought Sarah Twilight was bad but this…
Freddy Whoa: Lilith is worse than Sarah Twilight! Just say it!
Medical staff rush to Singhs side as Lilith continues to laugh to herself as she climbs up into the ring. Lilith blows a kiss to Captain Pantheon as eventually the referee rings the bell.
Zach Davis: I can't believe this thing is under way after that…
Freddy Whoa: The match hadn't officially started, you can't disqualify her. This match is now seemingly a handicap match…
Zach Davis: And Lilith just ordered Oblivion out of the ring… Im actually amazed her listened to her…
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion isn't stupid, Zach. He knows how Lilith would react if he argued with her…
Zach Davis: What? Throw a tantrum?
Freddy Whoa: Exactly. He actually wants to win this thing.
Back in the center of the ring Lilith blows a single kiss to Captain Pantheon as the masked wrestler steps up to the crazed brunette.
Freddy Whoa: Neither wrestler making a move yet… Lilith seemingly trash talking the Captain… WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: Did you see that right hand?! Captain Pantheon just knocked the life right out of Lilith! She can't believe it! Haha, that was great!
Freddy Whoa: Lilith trying to shake the cobwebs off and…
Zach Davis: CARTWHEEL KICK!!! Lilith could not have expected this! The Captain just kicked the air right out of her!
Back in the ring Lilith is leaning up against the turnbuckle, still in disbelief at how the match had started. Captain Pantheon attempts to come at the brunette again but somehow Lilith finds the energy to leap out of the corner and take the Captain down with a clothesline! Lilith immediately leaps down on top of her opponent and begins to lash on top of him, the referee eventually having to break the two of them up. Lilith begins to laugh at the downed captain as to her absolute horror he leaps back up onto his feet. Fear spreads across the brunette as she reaches out and tags in Oblivion not wanting anything to do with the Captain.
Zach Davis: And in comes Oblivion!
Oblivion immediately climbs through the ropes as he shakes his head at Lilith who is now on the outside of the ring heading down towards the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion and Captain Pantheon brawling in the middle of the ring beating the holy hell into each other… Oh god please don't tell me…
Lilith: Hi Freddy Frog! Zachy!
Zach Davis: Please leave me alone.
Freddy Whoa: Shouldn't you be in there, Lilith?
Lilith: In where? Ohhhhhh you mean the ring? Nahhhhhhh Obi Bear gots this… trust me!
Freddy Whoa: Errrrr, Lilith, he's just been hit with the BOOM!…
Zach Davis: And Captain Pantheon is going for the pin…
Lilith: Pfffffft you twos totally crazy! Obis fine… is just taking a quick nap is all!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion kicks out!
Lilith: See, two second nap! He's fine.
Zach Davis: Yeah, luckily enough for you.
Lilith: Shut up! Sometimes I wonder why I evens bother joining you twos out here!
Zach Davis: Yeah well, we really wish you wouldn't.
Lilith: Sometimes I think that you actually mean stuffs like that you knows…
Freddy Whoa: BANZAI!!!
Lilith: Speak English you fools! Oh…
Zach Davis: Captain Pantheon is going for the cover…
Freddy Whoa: No! Lilith breaks it up just in time!
Lilith begins to scream at the downed Oblivion as the referee pushes her away back into her corner. Lilith finally does as she is told and climbs out onto the apron as Oblivion slowly makes his way back up onto his feet. Captain Pantheon attempts to grab Oblivion again but the monster manages to push him away, directly into the corner next to Lilith.
Zach Davis: The referee checking on Oblivion as the monster finally makes his way back up onto his feet…
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! What?!! What was that?!!
Zach Davis: Lilith just blew a kiss to Captain Pantheon… I… Im not sure…
Freddy Whoa: It was glitter! Lilith just blew pink glitter right into Captain Pantheons face!!! Oblivion doesn't know what happened!
Zach Davis: Captain Pantheon has been blinded by Lilith! And Oblivion doesn't look very happy about it!
Oblivion looks down at the downed Captain Pantheon before stepping over to Lilith to ask what she had done, but the brunette was having none of it as she throws a right hand right into Oblivions face, knocking the monster back. Lilith climbs back into the ring, the referee seemingly acknowledging the hit as a tag and Lilith BOOTS Oblivion right in between his legs, causing the monster to collapse onto the canvas in agony. Lilith grins down at the two men by her feet as she reaches down and grabs Captain Pantheon around his neck, picking him up off the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: Lilith looks like she's wondering what to do here…
Zach Davis: Lilith looks like she's going to go in for The Kiss of Death but does not plant her lips onto the Captains…
Freddy Whoa: KISS-LESS OF DEATH!!!
Zach Davis: What?
Freddy Whoa: I don't know. Lilith is going for the cover!!!
Zach Davis: NO! Steven Singh is in the ring and attacks Lilith!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Lilith and Oblivion win... but by DQ?! No new Tag Team Champions?!
Zach Davis: Lilith's plan worked to a point - but she didn't count on Singh coming back!
Singh lifts Lilith up but Lilith shoves him away and out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What a coward.
Zach Davis: Not sure what we expected from this match, but... Not this.
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners-
Before Kyle Steel could finish what he was saying Lilith had once again slid out of the ring and grabbed Kyles microphone, pushing him back down into his chair… which fell down onto its side.
Lilith: Shut up, Zachy!!! Now… where was we?!
Lilith stepped over to the time keeper, grabbing both titles and throwing each one over her shoulders. She then immediately stepped back into the ring, straight over to the downed Oblivion who was trying his best to get back up onto his feet.
Lilith: Stay down you big red peanut!
Lilith boots Oblivion HARD straight into his face.
Lilith: Anywayzzzzz… as Kyley was saying… Here is your winner and new tag team champion… tis me… LILITH!!!
Lilith is immediately met with loud boos from the live crowd.
Lilith: Stop booing him… he isn't THAT bad! But Obi Bear I just wants to let you knows right meow… you will NEVERS EVERS get your paws onto MY titles! I wons them all by myself! You didnts do a damn things!!!
Zach Davis: OH COME ON!!! Singh and Captain Pantheon still technically hold those belts!
Lilith: Now Lilith knows that Sethykins booked us to has one more play time together. And she knows that Sethykins will do and give Lilith WHATEVER she wants! Tis for that reason I tells you right meow, Mistah Peanut… when we face each others at ONE… It won't be just an ordinary match! Nope nope nope nope nope! Heck bears it won't even be Oblivion…
Freddy Whoa: Huh? What does she mean by… OH MY GOD!!! SHE'S… SHE'S PULLING HIS MASK OFF!!! THIS GIRL IS INSANE!!!
Back in the ring Lilith finally manages to pull Oblivions mask from his face, the monster immediately covering up. Lilith inspects the mask a short while before shoving it down her top.
Lilith: Nope nope nope! It won't even be Oblivion! It will be Lilith stepping one on one into this very ring… in a flaming teddy bears on a pole inside a pink cage that has live sharks surrounding it match… against Jakob Lister!!! I already killsed “The Monster” now imma kills him too!!!
The fans boo!
Zach Davis: What did we just witness!?
Freddy Whoa: I have no idea. Clearly, Lilith believes herself to be the new Tag Team Champions - which given the last few Title changes, anything can happen - but really, the ref called for a DQ there. Singh and Captain hung onto the belts.
Zach Davis: And she unmasked Lilith. And that match type.. jesus.
Freddy Whoa: Fans, we'll, uh... We'll be right back.
We go to commercial.
The arena goes stone cold.
Voice: It's arrived.
The arena goes pitch black and then quick bursts of purple pyro go off and the arena lights come back up in a shade of purple with four cages with huge black wolves in them. "Purple Lamborghini" by Skrillrex and Rick Ross starts playing. Hounds of Justice rolls across the jumbotron as Dearg Due, Skywalker, Misery, and Andy O'Shea step out into the arena all wearing black jeans, black boots and black "Hounds of Justice" t-shirts. They climb into the ring and Andy takes a mic.
Andy: Injustice has ran the wrestling business for far too long and we are here to bring justice for you the fans.
Business cards with a black wolf and Hounds of Justice on them fall from the rafters on the fans as the Hounds walk out into the crowd shaking hands and hugging the kids
Champion vs Champion
Crazy J vs Teddy Blaze
Kyle Steel: And now scheduled for one fall. In a match up of champions, introducing first, out of Houston, Texas. Standing 6 foot tall weighing in at One hundred eighty eight pounds. The WCF Internet Champion.. Teddy Blaze!
‘When the Levee Breaks’ by Led Zeppelin begins to play throughout the arena.
The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat echoes throughout the arena, signalling the arrive of Teddy Blaze! The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp.
With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Blaze appears before them, holding his hands out over his head and bathing in the applause. He takes a deep bow and walks towards the ring, waving to the fans along the way. He wears an almost cocky grin as he rolls between the ropes, then begins walking to the turnbuckle.
He holds his arms over his head and yells out "WCF Forever!" as he does so, eliciting a cheer from the audience as the music reaches its zenith. He turns and steps back into the ring looking down the ramp for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And now, his opponent. Out of Detroit, Michigan checking in at 325 pounds and six feet three inches tall. WCF’s Hardcore Champion. From Zero Tolerance Crazy J!
The arena lights go dark then the crazy core logo shows on the big screen and red strobe light plays and co2 cannons spray out fog as Crazy J walks out Erbody but me by Tech N9ne. J walks towards the ring and he simply doesn’t give a fuck he just slowly walks to the ring and doesn’t even notice the crowd is there he doesn’t address those that cheer for him or the ones that boo him.
Zach Davis: Should be a real treat for us tonight having 2 champions in the ring squaring off before our chaos prop matches.
Freddy Whoa: You’d think Crazy J would of been in one of those matches given his hardcore style.
Zach Davis: Are you complaining about seeing 2 champions going at it?
Freddy Whoa: No, this will work just fine for me. Let’s get started!
Teddy Blaze offers and extends for a handshake from Crazy J. Crazy J walks in for it but just kicks Teddy in the midsection instead. He then catches him for a vicious DDT to start the match.
Freddy Whoa: That’s one helluva way to open up by Crazy J!
Zach Davis: I’d say!
Crazy J then immediately goes for a figure four leg lock but is pushed away promptly by Teddy Blazes feet. Teddy Blaze begins to slide to the corner keeping his eyes on Crazy J. Teddy Blaze reaches the corner and pulls himself up using the turn buckles. After staring at Crazy J from across the ring for a moment he takes charge towards Crazy J and attempts a Flying Cross Body but is caught in the air by the much larger Crazy J. Crazy J turns it into a rolling suplex sending Blaze over his head.
Zach Davis: What a catch and reversal by Crazy J! That’s a grown man he just caught mid flight!
Freddy Whoa: Not like Teddy Blaze is that big.
Crazy J goes and picks up Teddy Blaze but as Teddy gets to his feet he elbows Crazy J in the gut knocking the wind out of him. Teddy Blaze then sling shots Crazy J into the ropes and catches him with a roundhouse kick to the face upon his return. Teddy Blaze wastes no time and picks Crazy J up and sends him into the corner where Teddy Blaze promptly follows with a clothesline and several elbow strikes to the face. Crazy J is dazed and stumbles out of the corner to fall in the center of the ring. Teddy Blaze starts to climb the turnbuckles but jumps off once he reaches the middle one.
Zach Davis: Looks like he’s changed his mind here. Is he going to try it?
Teddy Blaze turns and starts running at the downed Crazy J and attempts a Blazing Knee but Crazy J rolls out of the way just before he connects!
Zach Davis: Ohhhhhhh that couldn’t have felt good!
Freddy Whoa: Knee bounced right off the canvas!
Crazy J has pulled himself to one knee using the ropes as Teddy Blaze rolling around clinching his knee. Crazy J just eyeing Teddy Blaze as he tries to catch his breath. Few moments later Teddy Blaze has made it back to his feet and turns around right into a spear from Crazy J!
Freddy Whoa: What timing by Crazy J!
Crazy J begins doing a throat cut gesture as he heads for the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: Is it Neck Cutter time?!
Crazy J reaches the top rope, gathers himself and leaps towards the downed Teddy Blaze connecting on a Splash.
Zach Davis: My God! That’s a ton of weight coming down on Teddy Blaze!
Freddy Whoa: Teddy Blaze doesn’t have quite the body make up to be sustaining too many of those!
Crazy J begins to grab ahold of Teddy Blaze as if he’s going to put him in a figure four leg lock but then just drops him and wraps him up into Disturbed Dreams!
Zach Davis: Disturbed Dreams! This could be it!
Freddy Whoa: It doesn’t look like Teddy Blaze has quite the energy to get out of this after that vicious splash!
The referee keeps asking Teddy Blaze but Blaze won’t tap out.
Freddy Whoa: Teddy is fading quickly yo. He’s about to be night night!
Zach Davis: He’s just not giving up!
The referee begins to check on Teddy Blaze and raises his hand as it just falls back down.
Referee raises it again…
The referee checks on him again before attempting to raise his hand again. As the arm of Teddy Blaze gets raised up and falls back down.
The referee signals for the bell and calls the match.
Zach Davis: He put him to sleep! He just put Teddy Blaze to sleep!
Freddy Whoa: WOW! Sweet Dreams Teddy Blaze! Goodnight!
Zach Davis: It’s Disturbed Dreams! Not Sweet!
Kyle Steel: And our winner, by TKO. WCF’s Hardcore Champion Craaaaaaazy J!!
Kevin Bishop/Lester Parish vs Johnny Rabid/Zombie McMorris
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a Chairs Match and set for one fall. Introducing first . . .
The lights dim in Denver’s Pepsi Center as “A Symphonic Tribute to Avenged Sevenfold” begins to fill the arena. Smoke unfurls across the entrance ramp, creating a fog in which two shadows appear from the back, the first dwarfed by the second, massive figure. Kevin Bishop steps through the haze, the People’s Championship thrown over his right shoulder, followed by the looming Lester Parish, his icy blue eyes watching the crowds for any ill-intent on his leader before him. They moved to the ring slowly but surely, unfazed by the mixed reactions they were getting from the crowd. At ringside side, Kevin launches himself forward and slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope, popping to his feet and lifting his belt high as sparks rain down from above. Lester joins him a moment later via the steps with less theatrics. Together they move to the far corner, awaiting their opponents.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at Six Hundred and Nineteen Pounds, they are Lester Parish and Kevin Bishop . . . The BROTHERHOOD!
Zach Davis: Can I just say I held my breath during their entire entrance. I feel like half the arena was expecting a surprise attack to start this match off.
Freddy Whoa: For good reason, too. Pantheon attacking Zero Tolerance. The Brotherhood interceding on the Television title match. Jay Price missing. And this is only what happened last week!
Zach Davis: The stable wars, which has always been a staple of the WCF product, continues to heat up on the road to One.
“Mysterious Pantheon Theme” fills the arena as golden lights and fireworks begin to fire off in rapid succession. Johnny Rabid and Zombie McMorris were no less explosive as they burst through the curtains at a full sprint, steel chairs in hand. Sliding beneath the bottom rope, they pop immediately to their feet as if they were going to launch into the attack immediately. They stop short, though, and stare down The Brotherhood who had fallen into a defense stance. Johnny Rabid gives a smirk and backs away to his corner, while Zombie flips of The Brotherhood and spits at the feet of Kevin Bishop. He too moves back to the corner with a little urging from the referee, though, as some order is restored.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at four hundred and forty-six pounds, they are Zombie McMorris and Johnny Rabid . . . PANTHEON!
Zach Davis: Pantheon employing some psychological warfare with that feint before the bell.
Freddy Whoa: But did it actually work? The Brotherhood didn’t look exactly caught off-guard by the move. They were ready to go blow for blow, chairs or no chairs.
Lester Parish and Zombie McMorris step outside the ring, leaving Rabid and Bishop to start the match for the two teams. Both chair and championship belt were handed off the outside. At least for the beginning, this Colorado crowd was going to get some traditional wrestling. With no desire to delay this match any further, the referee calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: Let the carnage begin.
DING DING DING
Rabid and Bishop circle one another in the ring, each man weighing up the other for weak points. Bishop strikes first, firing off a shoot kick directed at Johnny’s knee, but Rabid steps out of range. Rabid responds with a kick of his own, to which Bishop evades as well. A conversation is carried via their strikes as the two men circling, looking for the right opening.
Suddenly Bishop bull rushes forward, but Rabid drops prone, allowing Kevin to hop over him. The Plague rebounds off the ropes and returns, a shoulder block in mind, but Rabid follows up with the leap-frog, allowing Kevin to pass beneath his split legs. Spinning to meet Kevin’s return rebound, Rabid launches in the air with a dropkick, but Bishop is able to halt his forward momentum just short of Johnny’s waiting boots, allowing The Ripper to fall harmlessly back to the mat on his stomach. Without delay, Kevin Bishop jumps, looking to land a double foot stomp against the back of Rabid’s neck, but Johnny rolls out of harm’s way as if he had eyes in the back of his head into a crouch as Bishop lands beside him. The two lock eyes as the crowd gives a round of applause for their exchange of rapid fire athleticism.
Zach Davis: If only you or I could get cheers for not landing a single strike, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: Speak for yourself, Zach. I at least got the charisma to make up for my wrestling.
Back in the ring, the two men both rise to their full heights and step forward to engage into a collar and elbow tie-up. Bishop uses his additional twenty-pounds to take control, whipping Rabid into the ropes. Johnny rebounds into a shoulder block from The Plague. Johnny stumbles backwards, but doesn’t fall, earning a curt nod from Bishop, who steps forward. Grabbing Rabid by the wrist again, Bishop tries to whip Rabid into the ropes behind him, but Johnny reverses. Rabid, with a sudden burst of strength, whips Bishop into the ropes instead. Kevin turns, ready to rebound off the ropes, but he doesn’t see Zombie McMorris move in, steel chair in hand, on the apron. The Honey Badger slams the chair against Bishop back as he hits against the rope.
Freddy Whoa: Leave it to Zombie to be the one to strike first with the chairs.
Bishop stumbles forward off the ropes, clutching his back, into the awaiting arms of Johnny Rabid, who takes him to the mat with a Swingman’s Neckbreaker. The first pinfall of the night quickly follows suit.
Zach Davis: Going to take more than one chair to put down The Brotherhood’s leader.
Rabid grabs Bishop by the hair—ignoring the protests from the referee—and moves over to Pantheon’s corner to tag in Zombie, who has set the chair back down on the apron. Springboarding into the ring, the partners grab The Plague by either arm and whip him into the ropes. Bishop is met by a big boot from Zombie, who drops down into the immediate pin as Johnny Rabid evacuates the ring at the referee’s behest.
Bishop pops the shoulder off the mat and immediately begins to crawl over to his corner. Zombie was having none of this, though, and begins to rain down on Kevin’s neck and head with wild forearms and haymakers, softening The Plague down with the heavy hands. Then, grabbing him by the ankle, he drags Bishop back to the Pantheon corner and tags Johnny Rabid in.
Zach Davis: Solid teamwork from Pantheon, dividing the ring and preventing the big man Lester Parish from getting into the match.
Zombie steps aside and allows Rabid to springboard into the match, dropping a knee across the chest of the struggling Bishop. Rabid points at the chair in the corner and mutters something inaudible to Zombie, who reaches for it through the rope. While Johnny keeps Bishop grounded with stomps, Zombie wedges the chair into the corner between the top and middle turnbuckle before finally exiting the ring. Grabbing Kevin by the hair, Rabid drags him to the center of the ring and grabs his wrist.
Zach Davis: Johnny Rabid whips Kevin Bishop into the awaiting steel in the Pantheon corner.
Freddy Whoa: But The Plague stops short!
Stopping just shy of the trap, Kevin Bishop clubs Zombie across the head with a forearm and backwards rolls out of the corner and past the charging Johnny Rabid who was looking to maintain the momentum in his favor. Bishop pops to his feet in the center of the ring facing Rabid, who flies in with a superman punch, which Kevin sidesteps. Rabid’s momentum carries him into the Brotherhood corner, where Lester Parish is waiting. The masked man grabs Rabid by the shoulders, holding him in place as Bishop comes flying in with a dropkick against the lower spine, driving Rabid chest first into the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: And with that, the combined efforts of Kevin Bishop and Lester Parish, The Brotherhood are in control of this match.
Bishop tags in Lester before grabbing Rabid around the waist and stepping out the corner. While Lester enters the ring, The Plague takes Johnny up and over with a bridging German suplex, holding him pinned there until Lester can step forward and land a leg drop across Rabid to break the bridge. Kevin disentangles himself and slides out of the ring beneath the bottom rope while the referee counts the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Zombie didn’t like getting clubbed in the jaw by Bishop and has brought chairs back into the equation.
Zombie with new chair in hand—the other was still wedged between the turnbuckles in the Pantheon corner—did not waste any time in breaking the pin by slamming the chair against the back of the seated Parish. Zombie raises the chair overhead, looking to wrap it around Lester’s masked head, but does not see Kevin Bishop reenter the ring. The Plague comes flying in with a leaping shoulderblock, sending both chair and Zombie flying to the outside of the ring. Then, shooting the ropes, Bishop launches him to the outside with a somersault plancha onto the standing Zombie McMorris, sending them both sprawled out on the concrete.
Zach Davis: Huge sequence from Kevin Bishop here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Everybody is willing to put their bodies on the line when it means they’re taking the victory back to their team’s locker room here in Denver.
Back in the ring, Lester Parish has gotten to his feet and is pulling Johnny Rabid to his feet. The Englander shakes off the meaty hand of Parish and strikes out with an elbow across the chin of the big man. The strike catches him off guard, allowing Rabid to hit him once more before a wild closed fist connects against the skull of Rabid. Rabid’s knees buckle, but don’t give, but he his defenseless against a heavy knee strike to the gut that doubles him over. Then, with a clubbing forearm between Rabid’s shoulder blades, Lester drives the Brit to the mat again.
Zach Davis: Heavy blows coming from The masked man tonight.
Freddy Whoa: It was a valiant effort from Johnny Rabid, but Lester Parish is just not the kind of guy you can hold your own with, not when it’s a straight brawl.
By this point, Kevin Bishop is back on the apron—Zombie McMorris is still recovering on the outside—and is calling for the tag. Grabbing Rabid by the leg, Lester drags him to The Brotherhood corner and slaps Bishop’s outstretched hand. Then, while Kevin steps into the ring, Lester flips Rabid onto his stomach and places his knee onto his lower back; he then grabs his arms and wrenches them backwards, locking in a modified camel clutch with his weight focused on the knee pressed against Rabid’s spine. Kevin shoots the ropes adjacent to them and, on the rebound, slides in with a basement dropkick straight into the jaw of the straight-jacketed Brit, who could offer no defense.
Zach Davis: The Brotherhood looking to secure the win after some solid teamwork.
Bishop with the pin.
Freddy Whoa: But Johnny still has some fight in him.
Rabid rolls onto his side, eyes locked onto his corner, and is blessed with the sight of Zombie McMorris pulling himself onto the apron, itching for a tag. Rabid starts to drag himself out of the Brotherhood corner towards his partner, but it was Bishop’s turn to divide and conquer. Slamming forearms against the back of Rabid’s shoulders, he keeps Rabid grounded until Lester clears out of the ring. Then, pulling Johnny to his feet, he grabs him by the trunks and attempts to lift him into a suplex.
Zach Davis: Rabid resists!
Bishop is only to Rabid’s feet off the ground by a few feet before Rabid makes it too difficult. Bishop lowers him and hammers more forearms across the back and head of Rabid and tries again. This time he gets Rabid up, and drops him looking for the slingshot on the ropes, but the British technician shifts his weight in the air, pushing Bishop off balance and pulling him closer to the ropes as well. Instead of rebounding off the ropes, Rabid lands feet first on the other side of them! He drills Bishop across the nose with a closed fist, breaking the hold on him and before Lester Parish could step around onto the same apron and grab him, he springboards up and over Bishop, rolling forward upon landing into the outstretched hand of Zombie McMorris.
Freddy Whoa: And The Honey Badger joins the fray again!
Springboarding into the match while his partner rolls to the outside to catch a breather, Zombie charges straight at Kevin Bishop, no theatrics necessary, and engages him in a slugfest. Neither man thought about ducking or dodging the blows; this was a test of endurance. Haymakers and elbows fly wildly as the fans begin to pop for their chosen warrior after each successful strike. The momentum shifts in The Honey Badger’s favor after a solid fifteen seconds as his strikes started to come in quick succession. And then, the step-in uppercut that levels The Plague.
Freddy Whoa: Falcon Punch! Is this the end?
Pinfall to follow, as Lester watches from the apron
Zach Davis: But like a phoenix, Kevin Bishop lives on!
Freddy Whoa: Nerd Alert.
The control was still largely in Pantheon’s control as Zombie slowly rises to his feet, fire in his eyes. He circles behind the stirring Bishop, putting himself between him and his corner. Then he waits, as Kevin Bishop finds his footing. Bishop turns, hopefully looking for an avenue to his partner, but only finds a Honey Badger charging forward, looking to cut him in half.
Zach Davis: Spear!
Freddy Whoa: BUT KEVIN BISHOP SIDESTEPS IT!
WHAM! Zombie McMorris’ forward momentum carries him head first into the steel chair wedged into Pantheon’s corner with a sickening crunch of steel and flesh. Bishop, still dazed, stumbles back into his own corner and tags in Lester Parish, who steps into the ring more quickly than would be expected of a man his size.
Zach Davis: Lester Parish is looking to help his leader secure the victory for his team.
Still, Zombie wasn’t completely out; already he had unwedged himself from the turnbuckle and was turned around, back against it and blood running down his forehead. Lester steps forward, grabbing the dented chair and tossing it to the mat beside him. Then, pressing one hand against McMorris’ chest to hold him there, Lester holds his right arm in the air to the pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: The End is Nigh
With Kevin Bishop watching on unsteady legs in the adjacent corner, Lester delivers one, two, three, and finally four heavy forearms across the chest of Zombie McMorris. Then, clenching his fist, he holds it up, ready to deliver The Colonnade; he doesn’t even see Johnny Rabid slither into the ring behind him, steel chair (the one Zombie used to break up the pin earlier in the match) in hand.
Freddy Whoa: Lester better look out!
Between the shout from Kevin Bishop and the pointing from a few fans in his line of sight on the front row, Lester turns to face the new foe, fist still clenched. He swings, relying more on instinct than calculated aim.
Zach Davis: The Colonnade!
Freddy Whoa: But Johnny Rabid blocks the punch with the steel chair!
Lester steps away from Johnny Rabid while clutching his aching hand to his chest, allowing the stunned Zombie McMorris to drop to the mat and roll onto the apron. Johnny Rabid diverts his attention from the big man, though, as Kevin Bishop comes barreling in to make the rescue. Rabid sidesteps Bishop, and allows the man’s forward momentum to carry him through the ropes to the outside, landing hard on the thinly-padded concrete. Then, without delay, he throws the steel chair to the mat and hops onto the second turnbuckle. Then, grabbing Lester by the head, he leaps up and over, taking the big man down to the mat with a massive, ring-shaking Sliced Bread #2
Freddy Whoa: Families across the state of Colorado will feel the impact from Lester Parish’s landing tonight.
Zach Davis: And Rabid goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: But the referee isn’t going to allow it! He’s saying that Johnny isn’t the legal man in the match.
Rabid stares at the referee from his knees in shock as the zebra shirt shakes his head, pointing to the corner. Frustration quickly makes way for haste as Rabid pops to his feet and quickly steps through the rope, tagging himself on the still prone McMorris in the corner. Jumping back into the ring, Johnny dives onto Lester for the now legal pin.
Johnny Rabid slams his palm onto the mat in disgust as Lester pops his shoulder off the mat, eyes wide in pain. Yelling and pointing at the referee, Johnny Rabid gets to his feet. Kicking Lester in the side of the head to keep him on the mat, Rabid then snatches up the two chairs in the ring. Then, with an intensity behind his eyes, he places one of the steel chairs underneath Lester’s head, as if it was a pillow, and places the second chair over the head, sandwiching Lester’s skull between steel.
Zach Davis: Oh no.
A gasp rings through the arena as Johnny Rabid leaps in the air and comes crashing down with a double foot stomp onto the chairs, pinning Lester’s skull between the steel. There is a moment hesitation as Johnny looks around the arena before he drops to his knees and falls across the chest for the pinfall.
Freddy Whoa: The big man is still alive!
A huge comes when Lester kicks out at the last second. Johnny Rabid is speechless as he pushes the hair out of his face, looking desperately. And then his eyes lock onto the corner.
Zach Davis: Oh God no.
Putting Lester Parish’s head back between the steel chairs, Johnny Rabid steps into the Pantheon’s corner and ascends the top rope. The crowd is on their feet, disgusted as what they’re about to see, but not willing to miss any second of it. He stands.
Freddy Whoa: Kevin. Bishop.
The Plague leaps onto the apron adjacent to the corner, fresh still in hand. Lifting overhead, Kevin does nothing more than chuck the entire steel chair at the now perched Johnny Rabid, who swats the chair away at the expense of his balance. He doesn’t fall, though he does drop back into a seated position as Bishop climbs into the ring. Kevin snatches up the chair covering Lester’s head and runs to the corner. He hops onto the second rope and then springboards up, placing the chair between his knee and Rabid’s head. Then, grabbing hold, he drags them both down to the mat with a resounding crash.
Zach Davis: THE BLACK DEATH WITH A STEEL CHAIR! THERE WON’T BE A SINGLE PERSON WHO WALKS OUT OF THIS MATCH WITH AN UNSCRAMBLED BRAIN!
The crowd is silent as the three men lay unmoving on the mat save for the rising and falling of their chests. Kevin Bishop finally pushes himself to his feet, looking around at the carnage surrounding him. He moves to check on his partner, turning his back away from the outside for the briefest of moments, allowing a slow-moving but still standing Zombie McMorris to slide into the ring.
Zombie snatches up a chair as Kevin Bishop turns to the sound of approaching footsteps. Zombie already has the chair overhead at this point, and brings it down across Bishop’s own before he could even get his hands up to defend himself. Bishop crumples to the mat and Zombie tosses the chair to the outside, squatting down to push his limp opponent to the outside. Then he turns his focus on Lester Parish, who has pushed himself to his knees.
Freddy Whoa: Lester barely has the strength to stand, but his eyes speak of a defiance that cannot be put to words.
Alas, Zombie was not in a mood to listen. Stepping forward, Zombie cold-cocked Lester across the jaw with a closed fist; blood that was running down Lester’s chin stuck to McMorris’ hand as he stepped closer, rearranging the steel chair Parish’s head had just been resting on with his foot. Then, grabbing the big man around the head, Zombie fell down, spiking the big man’s skull into the steel one last time.
Zach Davis: World Tour ’69.
Johnny Rabid was stirring at this point and, with a little coaxing and assistance from his partner, he was able to drag himself over and drape his arm across the chest of Lester Parish. The pinfall was little more than a formality at this point
Freddy Whoa: ...What a match.
That crowd is silent as Rabid is helped to his feet.
Zach Davis: This was less of a match and more of a war. Wow.
Slam goes to commercial before our tables match.
"I Disappear" by Metallica starts playing as a message randomly appears on the jumbotron.
Have you seen the last of Me?
Joey Flash/David Sanchez vs Eric Price/Tek
Slam comes back from commercial with a shot of Tek standing in the ring as "One Step Closer" is playing over the arena speakers. Tables are set up around the ring as officials are getting ready for the next match.
Zach Davis: Well as you can see we're about to see the T in this little trio of L.T.C main events tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Call me crazy, but that sounds like the wrong order...
"You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell. Gold lights will start flashing as the music starts and as soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight will shine on him as he makes his way to the ring with an energetic walk, a smile on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and slaps hands with the audience. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience as he raises his hands and smirks at the audience.
Zach Davis: Well last week we saw Eric come out victorious in the main event of Slam against Wade Moor, just one week after it was announced that he would be in the Final Destination Match at One.
Freddy Whoa: While his return at Helloween may have come with a loss, things seem like they've turned around for Eric. Tonight we can see if that will continue.
"The Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits the PA system as the crowd pops. Jonny Fly and David Sanchez walk out from the back to a mixed reaction from the crowd because, let's be honest, they may be bad guys but they still get love. Flash and Sanchez fist bump on the stage and make their way down the ramp as Tek and Price are in the ring talking strategy. A Pantheon fan girl tips open her top and exposes her ample bosom to Flash and Sanchez, who stop to admire her dedication to being a skank.
Zach Davis: Hey! We can't show that on television! Cut away! CUT AWAY!
With Flash and Sanchez distracted by the swaying mammaries of the fan, Price and Tek slide out of the ring and race up behind them. Flash and Sanchez hit simultaneously from behind, driven into the barricade as the bare chested woman steps back and begins laughing. Price reaches into his tights pulls out a $20 bill and tosses it to the woman before turning his attention back to Sanchez. Tek with a boot on the chest of Flash, holding him up against the barricade as Price drops a knee across the back of Sanchez.
Freddy Whoa: Well obviously Price decided to get the one up on Pantheon by using the one thing that no man can resist.
Zach Davis: I didn't see any cat memes.
Freddy Whoa: Breasts, Zach. Breasts.
Zach Davis: Oh. Well those are nice too I guess.
The referee now out of the ring and trying to get some order so we can start this match. Tek and Price finally step back and admire their handiwork before they head back to the ring. Flash and Sanchez pulling themselves upright, looking a little worse for the wear but still they head for the ring.
Zach Davis: Well it looks like Flash and Sanchez aren't going to let that attack keep them from this match.
Freddy Whoa: But you have to wonder how that's going to effect them.
Flash and Sanchez slide into the ring but as the referee calls for the bell, Tek and Price rush them again. Tek and Price trying to keep them down on the mat but they manage to slide back out of the ring. Tek quick to lead the charge out of the ring but Price keeps back, leaving his partner to get pulled out of the ring and dropped head first onto the ground. Sanchez and Flash now looking at Price, who is daring them to get into the ring with them. They oblige and Price quickly scurries out of the ring as Tek is trying to get up. Price pulls him up and uses him as a shield as Flash and Sanchez exit the ring again. Tek trying to figure out what Price is up to until Price shoves him into the arms of Flash. Price now trying to escape up the ramp as Flash whips Tek into the apron.
Zach Davis: Hey! There's a match happening here! Where is Eric going!
Freddy Whoa: Looks like he's trying to run back to the airport!
Sanchez giving chase after Price as Tek is doing his best to fight off the offense of Flash outside the ring. Flash laying into him with right hands up against the apron before Tek shoves him off and up against one of the set up tables. Tek now charging and he hits a clothesline that lays Flash out on top of it. Up on the stage Sanchez has finally caught up to Price and is keeping him from disappearing backstage.
Zach Davis: And that race was shorter than...
Freddy Whoa: Please don't make an election joke. I can't handle it after all the Biden memes you sent me earlier.
Zach Davis: Aww. Okay.
Sanchez leading Price back down the ramp by the head as Tek lays into Flash with a right hand. Tek now looking to the apron and he hops up onto it.
Freddy Whoa: Hey! Look at Tek! He may be thinking of going airborne!
Tek leaps off with a body splash, looking to put Flash through the table, when Sanchez saves the match for his team by shoving Price aside and stepping in front of the diving Tek. Sanchez driven backward and knocks the table and Flash over as Tek falls to the ground. Price seeing an opportunity in front of him as he pulls a nearby table closer. Price now grabbing hold of Flash, pulling him upright.
Zach Davis: He's setting him up for Ca$h Flow!
But Flash isn't going down so easily as he fights back as Eric lifts him up. Flash landing on his feet and he hits a back elbow to Eric's face. Flash setting up for the Sudden Flash as Price is trying to check his nose. Flash lets loose with the punch but Price ducks it and runs. Flash turns around and Tek charges him, only to get hit with the Sudden Flash. Price running up the ramp as Tek gets spun around into a Medusa's Touch from Sanchez.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a kick!
Tek driven back into the arms of Flash who quickly hits him with the Lightning Bolt through the table.
Zach Davis: Huge Italian Suplex from Flash!
Price halfway up the ramp and still running as the referee calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: And Pantheon wins it!
Freddy Whoa: Eric Price bailed on his partner twice during this match, the last being when he could have possibly saved the match for his team. But he wanted no parts in this match, that was obvious from the get go.
Zach Davis: Maybe he just wanted to be sure he's 100% for Final Destination!
Freddy Whoa: That's weeks from now!
Zach Davis: It's never too soon!
Sanchez starts to give chase but Price disappears through the curtain and he stops on the ramp. Flash walks up and joins him as "The Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits the PA system. The referee holds up their arms as Slam goes to commercial.
Damian Kaine/Adrian Archer Segment
In the middle of the WCF ring is Zach Davis, who stands at the foot of a wooden table. In his hand, he holds a clipboard.
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, I hold in my hand the contract for the One match between Adrian Archer and Damian Kaine. During this signing, Kaine will announce the stipulation he has chosen for said match. Personally, I have no interest in being in the ring with both of these men at once, so let’s make this quick, shall we?
“If Only” by Everlasting Blaze bursts through the speakers in the Pepsi Center, as Adrian Archer makes his way down the ramp, dressed in a fancy suit. He still walks with a slight limp, but he looks otherwise healed. He limps up the steel steps and enters the ring through the top and middle rope. He shakes hands with Davis and takes his seat as the crowd goes silence.
As Becky Hanson’s “I Started a Joke” cover plays, Damian wastes no time getting to the ring, ignoring his normal theatrics and walking a steady pace down the ramp and into the ring. He too shakes hands with Davis, then extends his hand to Archer, who accepts it almost reluctantly.
Zach Davis: Okay Damian, since we are both here why don't you tell us..
Adrian Archer: Woah woah woah..not so fast..Why you in such a hurry Davis, you gotta tinkle? Fine..give me that clipboard..
Zach Davis: But you don't even..
Adrian signs and throws the clipboard across the table..
Adrian Archer: I don't give a flying rat’s ASS what the stipulation is! Because I know when the rubber hits the road..This guy won't SHOW!
Adrian Archer: So I don't care if it's a cage match, hardcore match, or grab your mother's pussy on a Pole Match..The result will be the same..
The camera shows a close up of Damian’s face, as he simply smirks.
Damian Kaine: Oh, Adrian, Adrian, Adrian. There’s a bit more in that contract than the stipulation. Like, a clause. There will be no rematch. This will finally settle, once and for all, who is the better of us. And, the stipulation I’ve selected, well it perfectly symbolizes that. After One, the bragging rights will go to.. The Last Man Standing. Now, Adrian, I respect you. I always have. And I know, deep down, in that hate filled heart, you still have respect for me. So, let’s end this like men. Once and for all. No Brotherhood. No Zero Tolerance. No Pantheon. Just us. Adrian Archer, Damian Kaine. Last Man Standing.A definite match of the year candidate. Whadaya say, man? You have anything you want to add?
Without waiting for Archer’s response, Damian grabs the clipboard off of the table, and flips the the last page, dragging his pen against the the paper in a doctor-like signature.
Damian Kaine: Well, there it is. We’ve been in this since we started the WCF damn near. Now, it’s ending. Best of luck to you. You’re gonna need it.
With that, Damian stands and hands the mic to Zach Davis.
Zach Davis: There you have it, folks. In the end of one of the top rivalries of 2016, Damian Kaine will face Adrian Archer at One in the MetLife Stadium on December 18th, 2016.
Damian walks out to leave, but stops midway. He walks back to table and grabs the mic.
Damian Kaine: Zach, you didn’t even read the contract did you?
To Davis’s confusion, Damian grabs the board and flips to the third page.
Damian Kaine: Article VII: To fit the style and clauses of the match in question, this is to be contested at the vacant Brotherhood Compound in Manhattan, New York.”
Adrian goes ballistic.
Adrian Archer: Bullshit! I won’t go to a place that you and your cronies own! That’s stacking the odds against me! Fuck that!
Damian Kaine: Ah, contraire. Is this not your signature on the dotted line, Mr. Adrian A. Archer?
Adrian Archer: Yes, but-
Damian Kaine: No buts. You signed. You agreed. I’ll see ya at the compound.
“Sucker for Pain” begins playing as Damian exits the ring and climbs into the crowd, basking in the fans’ love.
Freddy Whoa: Uh.. What did we just hear? Archer is being forced to travel to Manhattan, to the Brotherhood’s own compound?! I.. This is ridiculous.. Cut to commercial guys.. I need time to process, and I think Archer does too.
Salem Shepard/Jason Cash vs Thomas Uriel Bates/CJ Phoenix
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.
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
"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. 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.
“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 Cash and Shep 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 ZT, he steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates steps towards ZT and stretches out his arms, and roars. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect.
Zach Davis: Calm down, Champ.
Bates does, indeed, calm down; he shakes the hands of both Jason Cash and Salem Shepard.
Freddy Whoa: A lot of mutual respect here. These guys are the front line in the battle against Pantheon. I have to wonder why Seth put them against each other.
Ladders are lined up throughout the arena. The crowd is buzzing.
Zach Davis: Let's go over the rules. Win will be by pinfall or submission, and-
The Mysterious Pantheon Theme starts playing.
Freddy Whoa: What do these assholes have to do with this match!?
Jared Holmes appears on the jumbotron.
Jared Holmes: By proclamation of Pantheon, this main event is #fuccboi shit. It's proven that ladder matches last longer than standard matches, and to save you, the audience, from sitting through this garbage, we've removed the ladders. #ThankYouPantheon.
The fans boo.
Zach Davis: What the hell?
Zombie McMorris and Corey Black drive forklifts out from the back. A crew of WCF staff quickly begin gathering the ladders up to load onto the forklifts to remove from the arena. Both Zero Tolerance and Thomas Uriel Bates and CJ Phoenix are upset.
Freddy Whoa: We just had a chair match, and a tables match, leading up to this... and Pantheon is ruining it!?
Corey and ZMAC drive off with the ladders. The referee shrugs his shoulders and calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: Well, uh... I guess... This ladder match is on!, with all ladders removed by order of Pantheon.
CJ Phoenix starts the match for his team, and Jason Cash starts for his. The two circle and tie up.
Zach Davis: The Trios Champ with the early advantage, executing a takedown.
Both men get to their feet and Cash executes a Vertical Suplex on Phoenix before going for a quick pin.
No, kickout by Phoenix. Cash immediately rolls away and tags in Shep. Shep enters the ring and waits for Phoenix to get to his feet; once he does, Shep grapples him and hits a Belly to Belly Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: No! Phoenix lands on his feet!
Phoenix runs at Shep.
Zach Davis: Shep catches him and hits another Belly to Belly!
This one connects and Phoenix flies halfway across the ring. He stumbles back to his feet and Shep runs at him and Clotheslines him down. Phoenix gets back to his feet again and turns into a kick from Shep, who follows up with a DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Another pin attempt!
And another kickout by Phoenix. Shep tags Cash back in.
Zach Davis: CJ Phoenix has crawled into a neutral corner, but Cash rushes him.
Cash hits a knee to Phoenix's head before starting to stomp a mudhole in him!
Freddy Whoa: Zero Tolerance firmly in control thus far, thanks to their teamwork!
Phoenix drops down and goes to roll out of the ring but Cash grabs him and pulls him back to the center. He grapples him from behind, going for a German Suplex, but Phoenix starts elbowing him.
Zach Davis: CJ Phoenix has to do something here or else this main event will be over before it really began.
Phoenix escapes and runs to the ropes. He hits a Springboard Dropkick on Cash!
Freddy Whoa: Well there you go!
He hits the mat and can't go for the tag immediately, resting for a few moments before diving.
Zach Davis: Tag to Bates!
No!, Cash grabs him by the foot and stops him from making the tag, Phoenix's hand just inches away from Bates. Cash hits Phoenix with a forearm to the back of the neck before executing the German he was going for earlier!
Freddy Whoa: Into the bridge pin!
NO!, Phoenix just barely escapes. Phoenix uses all the energy he's got to scurry to his feet but Cash hits him with a Superkick on the way up!
Zach Davis: SWEET CHIN SAUCE!, well, minus the sauce!
Cash pins Phoenix once more!
NO!, this time broken up by Bates! Bates quickly gets back onto the apron.
Freddy Whoa: Bates wants a good clean fight, but let's be realisitic - breaking up pins is barely cheating.
Cash lifts Phoenix to his feet and into the Vertical Suplex position but he holds him for a few moments.
Zach Davis: Hanging Suplex... What is Cash thinking here?
No!, Phoenix starts kicking Cash in the head from the Suplex position!, and he escapes! Phoenix dives to tag in Bates!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Cash catches him again!
Cash pulls him in and executes an Exploder Suplex!
Zach Davis: The former Alpha Champion just can't gain any ground!
Phoenix stumbles up and Cash hits a Brainbuster!
Freddy Whoa: For the second time, Phoenix escapes a move only for it to have it executed moments later!
Cash pins Phoenix!
Zach Davis: NO! Another kickout!
Freddy Whoa: How tough is CJ Phoenix!? He's taken everything that Zero Tolerance has thrown at him!
Cash tags in Shep. Shep climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: He's looking for that Diving DDT of his!
Once Phoenix is to a vertical base, Shep flies!
Freddy Whoa: THERE IT IS!
NO!, Phoenix catches him with the Diving DDT and reverses it with a Snap Northern Lights Suplex! Phoenix rolls away..
Zach Davis: TAG TO THOMAS URIEL BATES!
The World Champ enters the ring and Clotheslines Shep down. Shep gets back up and gets Clotheslined again. Shep gets back up a third time and eats a Big Boot! Jason Cash enters the match as Shep rolls out and gets a Clothesline of his own. He gets back up and Bates then hits an Arm Drag. He gets back up again and runs at Bates, Bates lifts him up and hits a Canadian Backbreaker!
Freddy Whoa: Thomas Uriel Bates on fire!
Cash rolls out and Shep is on a turnbuckle. Bates turns.
Zach Davis: DIVING DDT! SHEP HITS IT!
Shep pins the Champ!
NO!, Bates kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: ZT almost had it!
Salem Shepard quickly climbs to the top rope.
Zach Davis: Someone is feeling.... MOON GLORIOUS!
NO!, Bates is up and grabs Shep by the throat! He executes a Top Rope Chokeslam!
Freddy Whoa: SALEM SHEPARD DRIVEN TO THE MAT! Bates with the pin!
NO!, broken up by Cash!
Zach Davis: Zero Tolerance is alive!
Cash quickly punches TUB in the back of the head and lifts him up. Shep knows they've got to take the big man down and quickly gets up to grapple him - the two men execute a Double Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Phoenix enters the match - Double Flapjack to him!
Phoenix rolls back out. TUB is stumbling up and Cash and Shep are behind him.
Zach Davis: Both men grab him by the back of the neck...
Freddy Whoa: Holy crap! Double Reverse Chokeslam!
Shepard pins Bates as Cash rolls out of the ring.
NO! Kickout by Bates!
Zach Davis: He's not the World Champion for no reason! He's survived Corey Black, this man can survive anything!
Freddy Whoa: There is one thing we DON'T know - can he survive Joey Flash?
Cash gets on the apron so Shep can tag him in. Cash gets into the match and throws Bates to the ropes.
Zach Davis: REBEL YELL SPINEBUSTER!
NO!, Bates has it scouted and stops dead in his tracks, kicking Cash in the chest. Cash rushes Bates but Bates lifts him up.
Freddy Whoa: Bates has him... MEMPHIS GIANT SLAM!
Bates drops down and pins Jason Cash!
NO!, broken up by Salem Shepard!
Zach Davis: Once again, the teamwork of Zero Tolerance is too much for Thomas Uriel Bates and CJ Phoenix to overcome!
Shepard is taken out of the ring, however, with a Springboard Spear from CJ Phoenix!
Freddy Whoa: Bates lifts Cash up, he's got him in a Full Nelson....
Zach Davis: PHOENIX WITH THE TALON KICK!
Phoenix hits a Talon Kick to Cash, and as he does Bates lifts him up and executes The Badge!
Freddy Whoa: Here's the pin!
Zach Davis: THERE IT IS!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: The World Champion picks up the win for himself and CJ Phoenix!
Bates' music plays as he gets to his feet. He's handed the World Title, which he celebrates with for a brief second before shaking hands with CJ Phoenix.
Zach Davis: CJ Phoenix may have lost the Alpha Title, but he may be closer to a World Title shot than he realizes! Seems like he impressed Bates here tonight.
Phoenix rolls out of the ring, giving Thomas Uriel Bates his moment. Zero Tolerance are still in the ring, however.
Freddy Whoa: Are tensions still running high after such a hotly contested matchup?
No. Thomas Uriel Bates shakes the hands of both Jason Cash and Salem Shepard!
Zach Davis: The front line against Pantheon stands tall here tonight!
CJ Phoenix rejoins them in the ring; all four men raise their arms as the fans applaud!
Freddy Whoa: These guys gave it their all. Awesome match!
Zach Davis: This is the first ladderless match in ladder match history and even Pantheon couldn't ruin it!
NO! HERE COMES JARED HOLMES!
Freddy Whoa: What the fuck!?
Holmes runs at all four men, holding a ladder. He rams all four of them with a ladder to the back.
Zach Davis: Oh for Pete's sake!
Freddy Whoa: Jared Holmes removes all ladders from the main event.... then attacks these guys with one!?
Cash gets back to his feet.
Zach Davis: He's wearing the ladder Terry Funk style!
Holmes smacks Cash with it, right in the head. Cash flies out. Salem is up.
Freddy Whoa: Ladder to Salem Shepard!
CJ Phoenix and Thomas Uriel Bates are both up and Holmes spins and drives the ladder into their skulls as well!
Zach Davis: Listen to these fans!
Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!
Jared Holmes grabs a mic and sets up the ladder and quickly climbs to the top. He raises his arms in the air, gloating.
Freddy Whoa: We're ending the main event... like this?
Jared Holmes: You know, I never got why guys who'd attack others backstage would put their hoods over their faces while sneaking up from behind. And, I mean, they always take the hood off after the attack. It just feels kinda pointless.
Johnny Rabid and Wade Moor have hit the ring! The crowd boos.
Zach Davis: What are THEY doing here now!? For fuck's sake...
Rabid sighs, ignoring the observation as he pulls a groggy Salem Shepard to his feet. Wade Moor quickly steps into frame, lunging and nailing a vicious Broseidon Punch to send him limp. Jared continues to gloat from atop his ladder.
Wade Moor: Hey, hey. Zero Tolerance? We're trying to send a statement; we need you kinda conscious.
Wade Moor picks up a Trios Title as Johnny Rabid picks up the other from Salem as they lean down over the Champions.
Johnny Rabid: Look at these in our hands. It'll become a permanent sight after ONE.
Jared Holmes: You think you can just stomp our boy, three-on-one, and we wouldn't come back for blood? Now, we're gonna take your belts. And it's gonna be Pantheon ver -
Wade Moor: Nah, man.
Wade smiles as he puts his hands on their shoulders.
Wade Moor: It's fucking #BeachKrew versus Zero Tolerance. Two and Oh, with two belts going back to Pantheon.
Jared Holmes: #BitchLivesMatter. #FuccboiGenocide, you goobery Dilverance motherfucker.
Holmes jumps down off the ladder. Jared and Wade turn to leave. Rabid takes the opportunity to step directly on Cash's chest as he follows them.
Johnny Rabid: Good. Day.
Slam fades to black.