Live from the Ana Star Center in Rio Rancho, New Mexico

Slam Intro

The arena is dark as the tron shows a figure in trenchcoat, face hidden, infront of a cabin within woods. He looks up as just gives a creepy smile as the camera shakes and the feed dissolves to nothingness. Only a date is shown "12/04/16"

Freddy Whoa: Well we're starting our show, that is the date, but what is that referencing?

The opening firework display Sunday Night Slam begins as the crowd cheers in release of their anticipation! The display starts winding down as the camera focuses in on the ring, a table beset with two open folders and a microphone, before panning to the announcer table.

Zach Davis: Welcome again to another edition of Sunday Night Slam, coming to you live from Rio Rancho, New Mexico!

The camera turns and behind Freddy Woah and Zach Davis are several sexy ladies dressed like elves wearing small green booty shorts trimmed in red, with a green top and matching green hat. Each hat had a small WCF logo. They smiled and waved at the camera and blew kisses at the fans.

Freddy Whoa: Well folks behind us is some very sexy looking ladies dressed for the holiday season i guess we was good zach.

Zach Davis: Well I am thinking naughty thoughts at this point. Lets just put these ladies in the ring, send the wrestlers home and….what do they call it? Twerk? Can you ladies do the twerk thing!?

Freddy Whoa: Don't ask them that!!! This is a family show!!

Zach Davis: And that's something the whole family wants to see!!

The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.

Zach Davis: Before the twerking, we have a contract signing for the World Championship match at One!

Freddy Whoa: With tonight's headliner match, the entire main event of One could be bedlam! Johnny Rabid is set to face off against Thomas Uriel Bates for the World Championship tonight at Slam!

Joey Flash walks briskly up the ring steps before pushing in the ring above the middle rope. He scoops the microphone off the table as his music begins to wind down.

Joey Flash: What's good, New Mexico?

Cheers and jeers from the hot crowd. Joey Flash looks down at the contract, thumbing through the paperwork on the table before lifting the microphone to his lips again.

Joey Flash: I'm out here tonight, for one purpose, and one purpose only, to sign my name on this contract for one of the MOST hotly contested One main event's in WCF history!

A deviant smile curls on Flash's face before continuing.

Joey Flash: And believe me when I say, this is going to be one of the greatest matches in the world, spoken of for generations to come, a landmark in the banal this company has only been able to produce for some time.

Zach Davis: There he is.

Freddy Whoa: But he's speaking so highly of his opponent, a man he seemingly loathes, Thomas Bates.

Joey Flash: So, without further ado, allow me to introduce my opponent at One, the TRUE WCF World Heavyweight Champion...

Crowd: Lets go Bates! Lets go Bates! Lets go Bates!

The crowd waits, but “Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron.

Crowd: BOO!!!

As the smoke clears, we see Johnny Rabid standing tall; arms out stretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, a smile splitting his near perfect complexion. He walks up the stairs and climbs into the ring as his music begins to wind down. Johnny Rabid and Joey Flash meet in the middle of the ring and slither their hands together for one of the worlds most oblique handshakes. Rabid takes his spot on the side of the table and picks up a microphone.

Johnny Rabid: I look across this table at my opponent for One and I can't help but smile! This will truly be one of the greatest moments in WCF history, and you'll be able to witness it live. Panthe-ONE not only in name alone, but in spirit as well! We can't wait to give these great people exactly what they want to see at One, a company brought down and rebuilt in our image. That is how you measure success, everyone. When I take Seth's lap dog and beat Thomas Bates within an inch of his life tonight, you'll know that what we've been saying since day one is true, that this company wasn't built for sustainability. We'll help bring WCF back to the glory it once knew, hallelujah.

Johnny Rabid leans over and signs his name on the dotted line.

Joey Flash: Johnny Rabid, a real man! Cheers!

Joey Flash leans over and signs his name as well...just as “Midnight Rider” by the Allman Brothers Band blares over the PA system and Thomas Bates walks out on to the stage with the World Championship slung over his shoulder. He shakes his head as Johnny Rabid and Joey Flash laugh in the ring. Bates walks back behind the curtain as the scene fades to black.

Kidd Krazzy Segment

The Camera Pans in to see Kidd Krazzy walking back stage dressed as a Delibird, with a large bag over his shoulder, and a huge grin on his face. He sees Lilith and slowly walks up to her and digs around in his bag pulling out a Pokeball colored sweater, and giving it to her.

Kidd Krazzy: Um...uh Muh..Miss Lilith...muh.. merry..chri..Christmas..

He stammers holding the sweater out and looking down.

Lilith: ...the HECK BEARS is this?!!! You tryings to make me look like a freaking pokemon or somethings?! You gots one weird fetish!

Kidd looks up at her and smiles then quickly walks off. He next sees the large World champion Thomas Uriel Bates. Kidd has to crane his neck to look the mountain of a man in the eyes as he digs into his bag.

Kidd Krazzy: Merry Christmas Mr Bates!

Kidd says shakily handing the champ the sweater, but it is clearly a size small, maybe even extra small..

Kidd Krazzy: Sorry, they dont make them in your size.

Bates takes the sweater , smile, shakes Kidd's hand, and do his absolute best to pretend that he likes it. He doesn't. He'd never wear it. As Kidd turns to walk away we see Bates hand the sweater to a stage hand in the back. Kidd starts skipping down the hallway, seeing that his attempt to spread the holiday cheer is going great when he sees Zero Tolerance. He approaches them cautiously knowing he has a match against them tonight and hands them each a sweater.

Salem Shepard takes the sweater, sets it down on a nearby merch table and proceeds to write Trios Champ in the circle.

Salem Shepard: Yo, these are the Weirdess champion sweaters ever!

He and Cash put the sweaters on.

Crazy j: what the fuck is this thing... what is it a christmas bulb? I guess i can wear it the fucking ugly sweater party at Seths house.

Salem Shepard: you got invited?

Crazy j: fuck no but i am still going... fuck i am a champion i am fucking going... i am sure pantheon will be their so why shouldn't the best stable show up.

Kidd looks at them in confusion then shakes his head, wishes them luck in tonight's match and walks further down the hallway. Where he sees the man known as El Hijo Del Price. Kidd hands him a sweater.

Kidd Krazzy: Sorry about your father hope you still have a merry Christmas.

El Hijo Del Price: Gracias, ese. Much like your Pokemon, I hope to catch all of those responsible for the disappearance of my papa. Merry Christmas to you and your family, gringo.

Kidd grins and says De Nada and continues down the hallway with one sweater left. At the end of the hallway he sees the monster Obilivion, Kidd timidly approaches the large legend, and pulls out the last sweater. The Monster would looks at the sweater then at Kidd Krazy then back at the sweater then back at Kidd.

The crowd seeing it all on the titantron, is chanting... "DO IT!! DO IT!! DO IT!! DO IT!!"

And that's exactly what Oblivion does.... Nails Kidd with a boot to the gut then a 5150 putting Kidd Krazy through the catering table!! Then the monster throws the sweater at the destroyed boy and walks off.

Kidd raises his head just long enough to say Happy Holidays then passes out.

Biff Mustache vs Diaboli vs Udy vs Adam Burnett

Diaboli makes his way to the ring first, grinning to himself. He enters unmoved by the roaring crowd or any of the arena’s fanfare, then chooses a corner.

Zach Davis: Four men, four opportunities to showcase their skills to the WCF faithful.

Freddy Whoa: I love rising talent. Why, because they work hard for that bacon, Zach!

Zach Davis: You got that right, partner.

"You Can't Stop Me" by Andy Mineo hits on the speaker and Adam Burnett bounces out onto the stage. He bounces on his feet as the music gets him going. He waves his arms up and down, pumping up the crowd before taking off on a dead sprint towards the ring. He slaps hands with fans who have stuck their hands out on his way and slides into the ring. He runs up one of the turnbuckles and poses at the top with his arms extended. He's smiling the whole time and the fans can sense his intensity and passion.

Lights darken. Blue fire/pyro explode as Type-O negative's Wolf Moon plays. Blue smoke fills the arena when a spot light focuses on a figure on one knee. He howls by looking at the sky in cupped hands as another set of blue pyro explode. Udy makes his way slowly before rolling in and kneels at middle of ring. Howls again as light comes back and music fades.

Biff Mustache to "Trampled Underfoot" by Led Zepplin, strutting and dancing down to the ring. He gestures from the center, encircled by his opponents, garnering the biggest pop from the crowd. Each take a corner as the Stanley Moser comes through the middle ropes.


Zach Davis: Udy and Burnett start things off with boxing match. Both men want this debut to be something special.

Freddy Whoa: And the fans are loving it.

Daboli corners Biff Mustache, goading he strike first behind that sinister grin. Biff tries a lariat but bounces off the grinning giant. He repels another, harder strike all whilst shaking his head. Biff looking worried—Diaboli lifts him high and slams him down with military press slam. Biff rolls wisely out of the ring. On the opposite side, the demon wolf takes advantage with snapping suplex. Burnet clutches at his back. Diaboli stalks them like a moving timber. Udy drops an elbow across Burnett and makes the quick cover. Moser leans in for the count—Diaboli throws him into a tumbleweed roll.

Zach Davis: Size does matter, who can stop this raging beast?

Freddy Whoa: Look up Zach—it’s Biff Moustache!

Biff dives from the top rope onto the giant’s back and applies a sleeper hold. The old Fezzik trick works, as Diaboli drop to one knee. From there, Udy helps to dismantle with a few knife-edge chops. Diaboli throws the rabid pack off, but looks hampered from that dual assault. Burnett skies over their bodies with picture-perfect dropkick. Diaboli holds the ropes as all three work to throw him outside, landing him flat on the concrete floor.

Zach Davis: Diaboli is a problem. Wise move by his opponents to eliminate the size advantage.

Freddy Whoa: Size matters, Zach. And it all falls down harder too.

With that threat dispatched, all three gauge each other. Biff runs into a double hip toss; by their combined strength, he rolls out of the ring. Diaboli grabs the wounded handlebar and drags him into the timekeeper’s booth. A head-butt drops Biff into the keeper’s lap. That evil smile captures the crowd for a moment. Out of nowhere, a thunderous slam steals their attention. From another exchange, Adam Burnett overpowered Udy with a suplex of his own. He points to the ropes then rebounds with head of steam, ending with a soaring elbow drop. Pinning Udy there, he makes the quick climb.

Freddy Whoa: Oh no—an arching moonsault from Burnett!

Zach Davis: He’s going for the cover on Udy!



Zach Davis: Udy escapes! And he comes Diaboli on the ropes.

Burnett chops him off the apron with a baseball slide. Diaboli lands chin-first. Biff Moustache mounts him for a series of punches. The giant throws him off and begins strangling the crowrd’s beloved, moustacheod hunk. Moser yells for them to get back in the ring. Meanwhile, Udy has a hold of the ropes to stable himself. Burnett grips his waist for German suplex; using the ropes, Udy braces from the lift. Adam slips and rolls backwards but hops back into a sprint. Udy returns fire with jumping knee strike. Adam Burnett flips and hits the canvas hard. Udy with the cover.



Zach Davis: A quick two for “the Demon Wolf”. Looking for advantage here.

Freddy Whoa: Who wants it more?

Zach Davis: I don’t know partner, but Udy and Burnett are putting on a show tonight.

Udy lifts his rising opponent into and hits a gutwrench suplex. Burnett crawls away toward a turnbuckle. The impact also has Udy limping from it. Fans roar on—ever captivated by their hard work—with dueling chants for both men. Diaboli rolls inside to the chagrin of these wounded warriors. He corners Udy with bad intentions in mind. Fan erupt as the giant tumbles forward onto the mat.

Freddy Whoa: Oh my lord! Burnett with that chopblock!

Zach Davis: He could have torn the knee out from that!

Diaboli grips at his knee. Having seen death for a moment there, Udy looks up and nods to Burnett. They exchange competitive grins to each other. Biff Moustache sneaks in for the cover of the giant. Burnett breaks it up before a count can start. Biff retaliates, nailing Burnett with a massive bicycle kick. Udy traps the unsuspecting soup strainer into a back clutch. He then executes a rolling German suplex transitioned into wheelbarrow neck breaker.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Zach Davis: The Wasteland Homecoming, a devastating maneuver from Udy.

Freddy Whoa: Diaboli is getting up!

Udy levels the seated giant with a super kick. Burnett comes behind for surprise German suplex. His opponent crawls away. Adam then turns to that hapless handlebar lying prostrate on the mat. Burnet pounces and locks in a calf crusher. The pain wakes Biff from a vegetated state—sobering him with intense pain. He cannot power himself to the ropes.

Zach Davis: He calls the “the AB.”

Freddy Whoa: Oh man! It’s like Gucci branded right?

Zach Davis: Can he reach the ropes?!

Freddy Whoa: He’s tapping—Adam Burnett wins it!

Zach Davis: Not bad for a debut. Stay tuned folks, there’s more where that came from!

Tag Team Titles Segment

Freddy Whoa: I’m now getting word that there’s some sort of commotion backstage. Our cameras are there, let’s see what’s going on…

Cut backstage to a locker room in absolute shambles. Tables and chairs are flipped over, garbage appears to have been strewn about the room. Frantically sifting through all the items covering the floor is Lilith.

Lilith: WHAT THE HECKBEARS?! Who’s would do this to Lilo?! Where are my titles?!

Zach Davis: Uh oh....It looks somebody has ransacked Lilith’s locker room and now she can’t find her titles.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah but which titles? The tag titles she stole last week or the “Best Boobs in WCF” title she invented last month?

Suddenly Lilith lets out an excited gasp and pulls her “Best Boobs” title out from underneath a flipped table. She clutches it to her chest.

Lilith: Oh thank Godbears! Now where are my tags teams titleses?!

She continues desperately searching through the rubbish but can’t seem to locate either of the tag titles.

Zach Davis: Well plenty of people could have been gunning for those. Captain Pantheon is still half of the rightful tag team champions. And Oblivion was her partner last week when they picked up a victory over the champions.

Lilith, unable to find either tag title, lets out a scream and looks directly into the camera.

Lilith: Whatever little BITCH BEAR stole my shiny new titles is gonna pay!

Freddy Whoa: Wow. Lilith just stormed out of there and looks to be on the warpath! Tomahawk just resurfaced as Oath Breaker and claims to never have rightfully lost his title, maybe she’s going to look for him.

Zach Davis: Even the returning Andre Holmes claims to have a right to those titles! She’s got a long list of suspects to deal with!

El Hijo Del Price vs Tyler Walker

Slam comes back from commercial with a shot of El Hijo Del Price standing in the middle of the ring, a microphone in one hand and a sign that reads "¿DONDE ESTA MI PAPA?" in the other.

El Hijo Del Price: Amigos! Gringos! Fellow deplorables, lend me your ears. For weeks now I've tried to find the people responsible for the disappearance of my papa, the wonderful and amazing Jayson Price. And now I'm out here to tell you all that I've found them!

Freddy Whoa: He found them?!

Zach Davis: Damn it Freddy, we went through this last week. There are no kidnappers! There was no disappearance! El Hijo Del Price is-

Freddy Whoa: A worried son! Now shush, I want to hear this.

El Hijo Del Price: You see I've discovered evidence that points to the culprits being none other than....ALIENS!

The crowd gasps.

Freddy Whoa: ALIENS?! I KNEW IT!

Zach Davis: Am I the only sane one out here?

El Hijo Del Price: That's right, aliens! The same aliens that took my papa years ago and tried to replace him with a lousy, cheap clone. They obviously came back and abducted him again because he escaped their clutches, returned to Earth and destroyed the clone that they tried to pass off as him.

The crowd leans in, mesmerized by this news.

El Hijo Del Price: Sadly, there is nothing that we can do from here on Earth. Nothing except pray that once again my papa is strong enough to overtake the puny aliens and return to us safe and sound. Please, my friends, pray with me. Pray for Papa Price!

El Hijo Del Price drops down to one knee, places his elbow on his leg and leans his forehead against his fist.

Zach Davis: Is he seriously Tebowing? That went out in 2013!

El Hijo continues to lead the crowd in a silent prayer until "I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel hits the PA system and Tyler Walker walks out from the back.

Zach Davis: Thank god, finally we can end this crap and get to the match.

Walker walks down the ramp and slides into the ring as El Hijo stands up and takes a few steps back. Tyler walks to the center of the ring, points to El Hijo and then drops to one knee.

Freddy Whoa: Tyler Walker is praying for Papa Price! He too sees the light just like this crowd!

Zach Davis: I need alcohol.

El Hijo drops to a knee beside Walker, again leading the crowd in prayer. Suddenly "Master Of Puppets" hits the PA system and Seth Lerch walks out looking mighty annoyed.


The music cuts as Seth walks down the ramp.

Seth Lerch: You, Walker, get out of my ring. I sent you out here to beat this idiot down in a match, not pray with him!

Tyler Walker rolls out of the ring and scurries past Seth on the ramp.

Seth Lerch: You...damn it, I'm tired of this crap. 3 weeks now I've had to put up with this. 3 weeks! Listening to you run around backstage yelling "WHERE ARE YOU PAPA PRICE?" and "HELP ME FIND MY PAPA!". Watching you skip out on matches that I book you in. And just annoying me in general. Well tonight is the last night for this, whatever the hell that it is.

Seth walks up the ring steps and enters the ring.

Seth Lerch: So tell me, El Hijo, what is it going to take to end this bullcrap?

El Hijo Del Price: Look, gringo, there is no bullcrap, I simply-

Seth Lerch: What do you want?

El Hijo Del Price: I want to honor the Price name at One. My papa was supposed to compete, I want to take his place.

Seth Lerch: You want to take his place? That's it? Fine.

El Hijo Del Price: Gracias. I will do him proud as I compete in the Alpha Title Match.

Seth Lerch: Fine, whatever ends all of this nonsense. We'll make it a Fatal Fourway Match for the Alpha Title.

El Hijo Del Price: I appreciate it, but I'm not a man that simply takes another man at his word. So please, sign this document making the match official.

El Hijo reaches down into his boot and pulls out a folded piece of paper and a pen. He hands it over to Seth, who opens the paper and quickly signs his name before handing it back over.

Seth Lerch: There, you got your match in writing. Happy? Good. Now get out of my ring so we can get on with the show.

Seth turns and heads to leave.

El Hijo Del Price: Damn, Seth, you never did learn to read what you sign, did you?

Freddy Whoa: El Hijo has seemingly lost his accent. Amazing!

Seth turns around as El Hijo Del Price rips off his mask to reveal Jayson Price underneath. The crowd gasps as Seth continues to look annoyed.

Seth Lerch: Oh no, I've been swerved! How was I to know that it was you all along? Christ, what the hell was this even about Price? You wanted an Alpha Title shot? You're a fucking egomaniac, Price, and this whole Mr. Every Title thing is too far. You knew you weren't eligible for a shot at the Alpha Title so you went through all this?

Jayson Price: I COULD have paid some lawyers and used Hellimination's stipulation to get the match anyway, but knowing you there'd be some kind of loophole that you'd pull last minute to screw me, somehow. But now I've got your signature on a piece of paper that states that Jayson Price is officially getting a shot at the Alpha Title at One.

Seth Lerch: And to get your big "hundredth win" too, huh? Wow. Jayson Price getting his big win was too big for you to conceal your identity until AFTER the match, huh? Whatever. Are we done here?

Jayson Price: Just one last thing. Can I get my pen back?

Seth shakes his head and holds out Price's pen. Price reaches out, grabs Seth by the wrist, pulls him close and then low blows him. Seth drops to the mat holding himself as Price rolls out of the ring.

Jayson Price: Thanks for the match!

Price tosses his microphone to the side and heads up the ramp as his music plays. Slam goes to commercial with a shot of Seth still in pain in the ring.

Damian Kaine vs Jay West vs Dearg Due

The lights flashing gold before the lights go out, then Jay walks out and turns his jacket on, then the lights turn on with the gold tint and Jay walks down the ramp stopping halfway putting his hands up while sparks fall on the entrance way (similar to the Randy Orton Legend Killer gimmick), continues to the ring and gets and down the AJ Styles taunt from TNA.

Zach Davis: A self-described hothead. Jay continues his rookie campaign here tonight.

Freddy Whoa: More bacon fat in pan?

Zach Davis: Let’s hope, partner, this crowd loves a spitfire.

"I Started a Joke" by the Becky Hanson hits to a mixed reaction. Every bit of illuminating technology goes out in the arena as the crowd falls dead silent. The silence creeps in again as the music cuts: “I torture you…” Damian Kaine walks out onto the stage with his hood up. He stands straight and still at the top of the ramp. As the bass drops, Damian throws his hood off and the crowd pops. He walks down the ramp, high-fiving fans. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and climbs into his corner.

Freddy Whoa: That one gives me chills, Zach.

Zach Davis: Damian Kaine wants more than a pop this week. He wants respect. Or to just build off the Brotherhood’s win last week.

Freddy Whoa: And a great chance here tonight. He definitely looks fired up.

The lights fade down to one single green light hitting the entrance as smoke starts flowing from the floor. "Wherever I may roam" by Metallica starts playing and several green lights start strobeing the entrance and out steps Dearg Due and Andy dressed in traditional kilts of their clans. They start towards the ring and the lights fade back up. They circle the ring and then Andy jumps up on the apron to hold the ropes open for Dearg Due. Dearg Due climbs in and walks over to the middle of the ring and kneels down on his left knee. He prays for a second and then stands up letting out a monsterous roar. He takes his kilt off and hands it to Andy in the corner.

Zach Davis: And here comes the warrior straight from the highlands.

Freddy Whoa: I loved that movie. And those kilts, Zach, the kilts!

Zach Davis: His manager giving a final word before we begin.

Freddy Whoa: Some strategizing, no doubt. These triple threat matches are all in baby.

Moser signals for the bell. Dearg, holding an impervious stance, studies his opponents with arms crossed. Kaine and West exchange a quick glance. Dearg wafts them over, gritting his teeth like a rabid dog. Kaine and West both charge—they dropkick the Scotsman at the knee. West strikes first with a club to the back of Damian. Taking control now, Jay West stuns his fellow Georgian with a cracking European uppercut. Damian stumbles towards the ropes. West misses a sloppy lariat; after the duck, Damian runs right into the painted warrior.

Freddy Whoa: Kaine flew a mile on that back body drop!

Zach Davis: Damian recovers! Back on his feet and to the ropes.

The crowd wows over the flip-reversal. Kaine roars back—straight into a spinout spinebuster. Dearg thinks a pin, but looks towards Jay West instead. Both men smack chest-to-chest while screaming their faces red. West punches first, initiating a chain of open-handed strikes. Dearg gets the better of that exchange. West bends at the waist, finding himself trapped in a powerbomb clutch. Damian bides his time on the ground. Stanley Moser, their eagle-eyed referee, forgoes a 10-count. When lifted for a big bomb, West fights back in a flurry of punches and elbows. They prove effective: He counters the Scot with a float-over DDT.

Zach Davis: Dearg Due goes down!

Freddy Whoa: Jay dotted his name in that one.

Zach Davis: Really… Damian Kaine breaks the pin.

Kaine surges after the breakup with a snappy arm drag. West recovers but eats a second one. He stands slower this time, nodding to Kaine for that exchange. They lock up—West overpowers his man with another of those vicious uppercuts. Dearg rushes but both men reverse his power into a double-hiptoss. With that settled, Damian surprises West with a superkick. It misses a KO mark but has him seeing peaches.

Zach Davis: West hitting the ropes—

Freddy Whoa: A leaping clothesline!

Zach Davis: That one came straight from the rafters. Kaine with a small package!



The angry Scot pulls Kaine off; still in his strong grip, Dearg throws Damian down with a body slam. Kaine wrenches back while scooting away. Dearg takes advantage of West, hammering the downed man with apish forearms. Moser warns the kilted chaos to break after ten. Andy O’Shea coaches his buckaroo from the outside through a fiery face. The Scot makes the cover on West.



Zach Davis: Quick save by Damian Kaine. I think anyone could win this one.

Freddy Whoa: Three young guys with a lot to prove. Just another Slam, yes sir!

Dearg fights backs with a heavy-handed chop. Kaine recoils, clutching at that pink palm print on his chest. He runs and ducks a charging clothesline from Dearg. Jay West, though slumping, tosses Kaine with a rushed bell-to-belly suplex. Damian slams to the canvas like a lawn dart.

Zach Davis: Look out!

Freddy Whoa: Oh mama! Dearg just laid West out with that big boot.

Zach Davis: Looking to punish him here. And the fans are loving it!

Dearg sets up for his favorite move, Devil’s Taste, and the crowd explodes. West tries in vain to escape from a packaged hold. That screaming Scot spikes Jay West with a nasty pile driver. Moser dives out of the way—narrowly dodging a high-flying drop kick from Kaine. The Brotherhood’s youngster then hits a speedy hurricanrana on the painted warrior. Dearg slaps the mat on his way up from that one. He goes for another big boot on Kaine.

Zach Davis: Damian took the lower level. Dearg to the mat!

Freddy Whoa: A school boy!?



Dearg kicks out; however, he’s a lot slower to his feet. Damian brings the thunder with a huge superkick—this time, right between the eyes—toppling the Scot like a drunk penguin. Damian, as if on a game show, tries to pick which man to finish. WCF fans disrupt him with “Dearg Due” chants, livened by a frenzied O’Shea outside. West is not moving much, thus Kaine chooses his victim. He leaps to the top turnbuckle without ceremony and hits an inverted 450 splash.

Zach Davis: That’s the Leathal Injection!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I think Kaine’s got it here!




Zach Davis: There you have it. Damian Kaine perseveres.

Freddy Whoa: Another win for the Brotherhood.

Zach Davis: And he’ll carry that into One. We’ll be right back, folks.

Anon Y. Mous Segment

The show cuts to backstage where Seth can be seen in his office, eating a chicken salad sandwich and reading over some paperwork. There is a knock at the door.

Seth Lerch: What? Who is it?

The door swings open to reveal two masked figures. One steps inside, followed by the other, and the second closes and locks the door, remaining just inside the room as the other one crosses the floor to the desk. He slides Seth a piece of paper coated with text and with two signature blanks at the bottom. Seth takes a few moments to read over the sheet before responding.

Seth Lerch: You want in on the Final Destination match? For what?

Anon Y. Mous: Don't play stupid, Seth. Making Us wait for what is rightfully Ours cannot last. You know that it has been Us all along controlling the fortunes of Your company. It is only a matter of time.

Seth Lerch: But what have you really... You know, done to earn it?

Anon Y. Mous: Seth Lerch... You must understand that playing the game of fates with Us is no laughing matter. We have been serving as the true masters of Your puppets for too long for you to still remain oblivious... Think of it this way. You promised four spots, and two of them are filled, with a match scheduled for the third. What are you going to do, add a loser as the fourth entrant?

Seth Lerch: I... I don't know, I'll think of something.

Anon Y. Mous: We've done that for you. All we need is your signature and a lot of work for you turns simply into telling your staff to advertise the match. Three simple words: 'Advertise the Match', versus the countless paperwork and the decision-making of the fourth entrant. It takes the pressure off of you and allows you to focus on more critical tasks, like that sandwich of yours.

Seth Lerch: Well, it is a good sandwich... But you've had one match!

Anon Y. Mous: And? If You don't like it, We can resort to other measures...

The first motions backward, to where the one guarding the door is brandishing a large knife.

Seth Lerch: You don't intimidate me. Earn that match and you can have your spot.

Seth reaches forward to pick up his sandwich again, and just as he does the second masked man rushes forward with his knife.

Seth Lerch: No! What are you doing? No, stop! STOP!!

The screen cuts to black and a loud scream can be heard.


And the voice of a defeated Seth Lerch echoes.

Seth Lerch: Alright, you can have your match.

The screen comes back into focus to see the man removing the knife from where Seth's sandwich had been stabbed. Seth reaches for a pen and slowly, hesitantly signs the paperwork.

Anon Y. Mous: Thank you for seeing it our way. It's been a pleasure doing business with you.

The first man retrieves the paperwork as the second conceals the knife, and they both turn to leave Seth's office.

Oblivion vs Tek

Zach Davis: Are next match is about to begin.

Freddy Whoa: But, this match had a lot of heat to it this week.

Zach Davis: A mysterious being, of sorts known as Anonymous as been haunting, if you want call it that?

Freddy Whoa: Anonymous has named both Tek and Oblivion in back to back statements.

Zach Davis: While Oblivion has been on a verbal tear of late, going after Lilith. Naming such people like Salem Shepard, Andre Holmes, and Johnny Rabid.

Freddy Whoa: HAHAHA... The scarecrow bunny!! That was some funny shit there boy!!

Zach Davis: Tek is already in the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Boy oh boy. Here we go. Here comes The Monster... Oblivion.

Zach Davis: Tek is already sweating.

"Click click boom" by Saliva begin to play. The Ana Star erupts with explosive cheers and boos. Bright white lasers flash all over the arena as the crowd groove to the music...

The house lights go out...

Zach Davis: What just happened?!?!

Freddy Whoa: I don't know!! Hey!! Was that a spider?! Oh my God!! I HATE SPIDERS!!

...The house lights come back on.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!

Freddy Whoa: SPIDERS?!

Zach Davis: Oblivion is in the ring, standing behind Tek...

Freddy Whoa: ...and he doesn't even know it!!

Tek turns around...


Zach Davis: HANGOVER!!!

Gutwrench powerbomb.

Oblivion picks up Tek throws him into the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Tek bounces off the ropes, right into The Monster...


Zach Davis: SPLITTER!!

Tek whipped into a double leg catch into a ddt. Oblivion picks up Tek.

Freddy Whoa: Uh-Oh, The Monster has that look in IT's eye.

Oblivion looks around as The Monster drags IT's left thumb across IT's own throat before in one swift motion, placing Tek on IT's shoulder for a fisherman's carry straight into a cutter

Zach Davis: 5150!!

The referee slides straight into pin count...

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEE!!

Kyle Steel: The winner of this match... The Monster Oblivion!!

Eric Price vs Anon Y. Mous

Zach Davis: Eric Price vs Anon Y. Mous was interesting before - but given what happened earlier, it just got a lot more interesting!

Freddy Whoa: This is now a battle between two men that are entering the Final Destination match at One.

"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.

Gemini Syndrome's "Anonymous" hits the speakers as a hooded, masked figure walks down the ramp to the ring, reacting to no one and responding to nobody. He slides under the bottom rope and waits for the bell.

Zach Davis: And here we go!

Anonymous tackles down Price and begins hitting him with several blows. Price quickly fights him off and gets back to his feet. Anonymous runs at Price but Price fires off a picture perfect Standing Dropkick.

Freddy Whoa: Let's not act like Anon Y. Mous earned his Final Destination opportunity. He basically threatened to murder Seth for it.

Zach Davis: To be fair, we've all threatened to murder Seth for one thing or another.

Anonymous is up and Eric Price executes a Hip Toss. Anonymous gets back up again and Price goes for an Olympic Slam, but Anonymous reverses it with an Arm Drag. Price gets to his feet and this time he gets hit with the Standing Dropkick! Price stumbles backwards into a corner and Anonymous runs at him and Clotheslines him into it. Price stumbles out and into a Bodyslam by Anonymous. Anonymous goes for a pin.



No!, kickout by Price.

Freddy Whoa: This man is a former World Champion, former One main eventer, he founded Eric Price Pro Wrestling.... He's one of the biggest stars this company has ever produced.

Zach Davis: I think Eric Price would tell you he wasn't produced by WCF, Freddy, he was produced by himself.

Anonymous transitions into a Chinlock but Price quickly works his way up. He grabs Anonymous and executes a Backdrop! Price rolls away as Anonymous gets to his feet. Anonymous rushes Price but Price hits the Olympic Slam he was going for earlier!

Freddy Whoa: Eric going in for the pin now!



No!, kickout by Anonymous.

Zach Davis: Even if Anon Y. Mous' Final Destination qualifications are suspect, he's been showing that he may be a quality in ring competitor. To hang in there with Eric Price, you've gotta be.

Price starts stomping him repeatedly before lifting him up. He follows up with a series of European Uppercuts, He finishes that combo with a Legsweep DDT!

Freddy Whoa: Eric Price not going with a pin attempt here, looks like he's realized this Anon Y. Mous person may be tougher than he thought.

Price lifts Anon Y. Mous up and hits an Inverted Facelock Neckbreaker Slam.


NO!, Anonymous has it scouted and shoves Price off. Price hits the ropes and as he's coming back Anonymous runs at him and Spears him down!

Freddy Whoa: Huge Spear there! Into the pin!




NO!, Price kicks out at the last second.

Freddy Whoa: Close call though! And Anon Y. Mous isn't finished...

Anonymous waits for Price to get up...

Zach Davis: CUTTER!

NO!, this time Price shoves Anonymous away! As Anonymous comes back Price lifts him onto his shoulders.

Freddy Whoa: Ca$h Flow!

NO!, Anon Y. Mous shifts his weight and lands behind Price.

Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!!!!!!

Anonymous falls on top of Price and pins him.




Freddy Whoa: WHAT AN UPSET!

Anon Y. Mous rolls out of the ring immediately as the bell sounds. Price holds his head in pain.

Zach Davis: Whoever he is, whatever he and his brethren are here for.... Anon Y. Mous just scored a HUGE win.

Freddy Whoa: One is unpredictable, Final Destination especially so - could we see ANOTHER upset like this two weeks from now?

As Anon Y. Mous is headed up the ramp, his music switches to Master of Puppets. Seth Lerch steps out from the back.

Seth Lerch: Congratulations.

Seth is clapping, albeit sarcasically.

Seth Lerch: Perhaps when push comes to shove, you may have what it takes to hang with the best the WCF has to offer.

Anon Y. Mous nods.

Seth Lerch: And, Mr. Anonymous, that is exactly what Final Destination is about - the best WCF has to offer. Past, present, and future.

Anon Y. Mous, at this point, knows that Seth is about to announce something he doesn't like.

Seth Lerch: I don't appreciate being threatened. You didn't even give me a chance to let you in on a secret. There are more than four entrants into Final Destination, and one of them is going to be a returning star.

The crowd is buzzing.

Seth Lerch: This is a man that won't give up. Some would call him relentless, in fact.



Seth smiles at the crowd's reaction.


Anon Y. Mous seems super upset by this news but Master of Puppets hits and Seth heads to the back.


Freddy Whoa: Just when you thought all the big guns returned at One - ANDRE HOLMES is returning to the WCF! And in the Final Destination match, no less!

Zach Davis: Anon Y. Mous has carefully planned all of his moves here, but he couldn't have planned for this!

Freddy Whoa: He has two weeks, Zach.

We go to commercial.

Lilith Segment

We cut backstage to find Lilith leaning up against a wall with a cookie in one hand and a chocolate milkshake in the other. Lilith takes a quick mouthful of her drink before stopping and turning her attention onto someone walking down towards her. Her expression quickly turns from that of confidence to almost what appears to be annoyance as Kidd Krazzy steps into the the shot.

Lilith: If yous gonna ask me not to kill that cookies traitor bitch bear Pompy…

Kidd immediately shakes his head.

Kidd Krazzy: Um… N-No… Miss… Miss Lilith… I… Ummm…

Lilith rolls her eyes looking at the guy who still apparently can not talk to her.

Lilith: What you wants, Kiddy? Come onnnnnn Tisnt that hard to say stuffs! I thinks that---

Out of no where a steel chair quickly comes into the shot aiming directly at Lilith who somehow manages to dodge it, running as far and as quick as she can away from the attacker. The Monster, Oblivion, steps into the shot as Lilith is seen backing away in the background. Before Lilith can fully escape though she watches as Oblivion turns his attention onto Kidd Krazzy. Oblivion glances at Lilith one more time before grabbing Kidd around his throat and picking him up off the floor. Liliths jaw drops as she watches on in horror at what is happening. She looks over at the exit door, back at what is going on, the door again… and finally turns her attention fully onto Oblivion.

Lilith: Alright, I guess we is doing this.

Lilith sprints back over to the two men and jumps up onto Oblivions back, wrapping her arms around his giant, thick neck and punching him in his face… which seemingly doesn't phase him at all but he does drop Kidd Krazzy who immediately gasps to try and get his breath back. Oblivion falls back first against the wall, sending both himself and Lilith crashing down onto the floor, television equipment flying everywhere. Lilith continues to punch Oblivion as hard as she can right into his head as The Monster finally manages to turn around, wrapping his giant hands around the brunettes throat and pinning her down onto the floor. Lilith attempts to wriggle away from him to no avail as The Monster easily overpowers her.

The Monster backhands Lilith.

Oblivion: You can call IT your Cookie Monster!!

Oblivion grabs Lilith slamming her against a wall jamming IT's right middle and ring finger inside her quickly exiting her. Smelling IT's fingers, cringing then putting the fingers under the nose of Lilith who gets extremely angry, who tries to strike The Monster, who grabs the arm of Lilith, slamming her once again against the wall, but her head strikes the wall.

Oblivion sees the instant pain come over the face of Lilith. The Dark One takes IT's left blood stained hand, gripping it tightly on her face. Oblivion presses against her, as IT whisper IT's hot whiskey breath in her ear...

Oblivion: The Monster has you pinned against a wall. IT is two and a half times bigger than you. No one is around to save you. IT could f*ck you right now and no one would hear you scream!! IT could kill you and no one would care!!

Oblivion sniffs Lilith, who mutters under her breath, but Oblivion covers her mouth with IT's hand. Her silence is broken when Oblivion presents a seven inch long, two inch wide, one cm thick blade. A one time unconscious Lilith now screams under the hand of The Monster. Oblivion starts cutting the clothing of her. Lilith is shaking, a characteristic she never shows, especially in front of Oblivion, who now laughs wholeheartedly at Lilith. The Monster takes the back, of the blade, running it on her slowly nicking her. A small cut on her cheek. The Monster licks off the blood. Oblivion wipes off the only lone tear from Lilith, as Oblivion says before IT walks away...

Oblivion: Before you thought you had all the answers... IT CHANGES ALL F*CKING QUESTIONS!!

The scene cuts out and we immediately go back to a visibly shaken Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis.

Freddy Whoa: We need to get help back there now! Oblivion has just taken this way too far!

Zach Davis: I… Ummmmm… I agree. We all know what Lilith is like but she didn't deserve that! Oblivion really is a monster…

Jared Holmes/Wade Moor vs Rise/Jaice Wilds

The camera pans in to the packed Slam arena in Rio Rancho, New Mexico.

Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam and what a night it's been already!

Freddy Whoa: We're just two weeks away from the biggest event of the year, One, and it's set to be another landmark event in the WCF!

The first chirp of “Aquaberry Dolphin” by RIFF RAFF hits the P.A to a heavy mixed reaction from the crowd. Thursday Kerrigan walks out first, Jolly Roger in one hand and a #beachkrew logo flag in the other. She waves them around as the music starts to pick up and the duo of Jared Holmes and Wade Moor ride out from the back on hoverboards!

Zach Davis: Wait, is he...

Freddy Whoa: HE DOES! Jared Holmes sporting his Los Tiburones mask!

Zach Davis: And Wade has that old signature guitar!

Freddy Whoa: #throwbackkrew!

Wade and Jared ride down to the ring floor, leaping off their boards at the same time to land on the arena floor. Wade rolls his guitar in and the pair slide into the ring together.

Zach Davis: Love them or hate them, #beachkrew has always had some of the most incredible entrances in WCF.

The two meet in the center of the ring. Wade drops to his knees and throws his arms out as Jared makes a shark fin hand sign! Wade jumps back to his feet, throws a bro hug around Jared, and the two make their way to their corner.

Zach Davis: It's a sight to behold – and absolutely dangerous – when these two are on the same page.

Freddy Whoa: Jared and Wade used their ability to perform well together to take them nearly all the way in WAR, as well as take home several Hellimination tournaments! Their power together is simply unmatched in the WCF today.

Zach Davis: They'll be able to test that as they're set to face Zero Tolerance at One, for not only the Trios Championships, but the Hardcore Championship as well!

Freddy Whoa: Their third member, Johnny Rabid, is also set to face the World Champion, Thomas Bates, for his title here tonight!

Zach Davis: If Rabid pulls that off, they'll be heading into One with even more certainty in their vision!

The arena goes dark with dim blue lighting as “Bodies” by Drowning Pool hits. As soon as the music picks up, fire flares flash from the stage atop the ramp where Rise can 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.

Zach Davis: Rise making an impressive entrance tonight, ready to face the daunting #beachkrew in tag team action!

Freddy Whoa: But he'll have to be wary...the success rate of mixed matched tag teams is unsurprisingly low!

Zach Davis: Either way, I see this man making a huge statement here tonight at Slam!

“Some music” by A Band hits the P.A. As Jaice Wilds walks – or maybe runs – to the ring. Nondescript fan reaction. Some taunts or something. He's in the ring now.

Zach Davis: That was anticlimactic.

Freddy Whoa: Almost as if the man doesn't exist or something.

Zach Davis: Talk about anonymous.

Freddy Whoa: And Rise doesn't look to happy with his partner.

Jaice is arguing with Rise that he wants to start the match. Rise throws his hands up and allows the hot headed Wilds to take the ring. Wade is starting for #beachkrew

Zach Davis: Let's start the match!


Wilds throws his arms up and yells to the crowd! He turns and charges Wade...


Wilds hits the mat and rolls backwards and Rise can only shake his head at his ridiculous tag partner. Wade and Jared can only laugh in their corner. Wilds is out in his, and Rise tags himself in to a hearty cheer from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: And Rise entering himself in the match!

Zach Davis: But this can only be described as duty in the face of defeat here. Rise has a hell of a night ahead of himself here.

Rise enters the ring and paces in his corner. Wade turns, a cheeky smile spread from ear to ear. He turns on the spot as Jared claps him on. Rise and Wade began to circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Rise showing his technical chops by turning Wade around in an armbreaker. He twists his arm around, a look of anguish on Wade's face, before wrenching his wrist towards the mat. Wade slips out and jabs an elbow into the face of Rise, knocking him backwards into the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Each man vying for dominance here!

Rise bounds off the ropes and goes for a massive lariat, but Wade ducks underneath and flies off the ropes himself with a massive crossbody that rocks Rise to the ground. A quick bounce of the ropes and Wade slams down on Rise with a massive senton that shakes the mat around them. Wade covers Rise.



Zach Davis: The shoulder up at two and this one continues!

Freddy Whoa: But that move definitely left an impact on Rise. He might be a little out of his element here!

Wade lifts Rise to his feet and tags in Jared. Wade lifts Rise up and drops him with a backbreaker, keeping him extended over his knee as Jared flies over the ropes with a massive leg drop that crumples Rise to the mat. Wade gets on the apron as Jared tags in Wade. Jared grabs Rise by the head and throws him directly into a

Zach Davis: BROSEIDON PUNCH!!!...

Freddy Whoa: But Rise ducks it!

Rise turns on the spot and boots Wade off the apron and turns his attention to Holmes. He chases Jared, who runs backwards towards the ropes. HE pulls them down and Rise tumbles out to the arena floor. Wade slides back into the ring just as a Jaice Wilds decides to get back to his feet. He stumbles towards the duo, trying desperately to swing limp punches at either of them.

Zach Davis: I don't even think he knows where he is! Run Wilds! Run for your life!

Wade knees Wilds in the gut, crumpling him to his knees. He sets Wilds between his legs, motioning Jared towards the turnbuckle. Jared climbs up high as Wade lifts Wilds up in a powerbomb position, Jared leaps off and hits Wilds with a massive hurricanrana from the powerbomb position, crumpling Wilds and sending him rolling out of the ring.

Zach Davis: #beachkrew dominance here in New Mexico!

Rise gets to his feet and rolls in the ring. He stands up, taunting either one of #beachkrew to come at him! Neither of them move, so Rise goes first. He runs at Wade, swinging a wide right, but Jared trips him up. Wade hits a massive knee to Rise's face, knocking him into next week. Wade lifts Rise to his feet and tosses him towards the ropes. Jared lifts Rise by the knees as Wade grabs his neck in a massive cutter, dropping him dead to the mat.

Zach Davis: 3D!!!

Freddy Whoa: Deadly Dolphin Drop! This one's over!

Jared rolls over Rise, hooking his massive leg for the three.





Zach Davis: This one's over, and #beachkrew made a huge statement heading into One this week!

Freddy Whoa: By this time in two weeks, the WCF could have a whole different landscape!

Zach Davis: We'll have to wait and see at One!

Wade and Jared celebrate as Rabid walks out on the stage, clapping them on as they do!

Fake snow starts falling in the ring as a WCF security guy helps the sexy ladies elves over the barricade. The sexy elves climb into the ring with seductive looks on their faces and they start dancing for the two Pantheon members. The fake snow is falling and the guys in pantheon are looking up and then they see the ladies. Several go over to Moor and start playing with this beard and he looks like a kid in a candy store. The other two girls are grinding on on holmes and he has a huge smile on his face as well. Then a santa claus comes out on the stage and he has on a pantheon shirt.

Freddy Whoa: Even Santa is in Pantheon…

Zach Davis: Finally!! We get to see some twerking!!!!

Just then two more santas come out from under the ring but these santas have on ZT logos on their hats!! Some fans cheered, but most of them booed. Each of them had a giant sack and each sack had a ZT logo as well. ….The fans know who it is!!! it's Crazy J and Shep…

J walks up behind Moor and Shep is behind Holmes. J strikes Moor in the back of the head with his sack. Shep follows suit and does the same to holmes. Both of them continue to beat on the pantheon guys until they're both down in the ring. J reaches into his sack and he pulls out a large fish and he starts smacking Moor with it… fish goo is coming out on moor. Shep reaches in his bag and he pulls out a cactus plant and he starts smacking Holmes with it.

Freddy Whoa: We have a cactus and a fish who does this!?

Zach Davis: Zero TOlerance does this that is who!!! But nevermind that, I'm still watching the elf ladies!!!

Just then two elves come out from under the ring and they are midgets!!! The fans laugh as they get in the ring, each of them with a can of paint. Shep sees them and he gets behind J screaming and pointing at them… you can hear Shep screaming.

Salem Shepard: fuck midgets… dont let them touch me!!!!

Zach Davis: Oh now, this is not cool. Little people are not funny. I still want to see the sexy ladies though, this is disappointing….But, what are they doing!?

Crazy J pulls out a fly swatter and hands it to shep to protect him from the midgets. Shep looks at it and asks Crazy J..

Salem Shepard: What the fuck am I gonna do with this!?

Shep stayed behind J as the midget elves walked over to Holmes and Wade, who were just now trying to work their way out of the ring when the midget elves started bashing them in their heads with the cans of paint. Crazy J and Shep came over and delivered a few extra kicks, but Shep stayed away from the midgets, keeping a close eye on them. The elves then shoved the two Pantheon members out of the ring.

Zach Davis: this is crazy!!!!… these elves are beating them with paint cans…

Freddy Whoa: I haven't seen midgets beating someone like this … last time I seen this was at hardcore midget wrestling in college ...that was crazy stuff…. But these are elves!!!!

Zach Davis: Be careful, Lilith might come out here thinking they are teddy bears!

The two midgets both pulled a small tool from their pockets and began to open the paint cans.

Freddy Whoa: Hey now!....hang on!! They better not be doing what I think they’re about to do!!! We have more matches to go!! DON'T YOU DO THAT, YOU MIDGETS!!!!

Zach Davis: Hey!! They are little people!! Not midgets!!

But the midgets did. They each grabbed their can of paint, climbed on the bottom rope and turned the cans over. The paint sparkled as the elves had added “Z” and “T” shaped confetti pieces to the paint earlier. Holmes was covered in sparkling red paint and Moor is covered in green sparkly paint while Crazy J is laughing….

Crazy j: You look like the jolly green giant fucked an amish dude!!!!

Shep laughed too.

Salem Shepard: Holmes here been hanging out with Lilith on her period week!!

Freddy Whoa: Well Pantheon isn’t going to be happy with this…Do you know how hard it is to get paint out!? ... ZT just made a huge mess all over our floor and now this has to be cleaned up before we can continue the show….Thanks guys…. Yall are going to have two guys wanting revenge at One.

Zach Davis: These guys are always messing with each other. I can't wait to see what happens at One!!! We can finally get this mess settled!!!

J and shep look at each other and high five each other. The two midge elves are headed towards them and J pulls out two little presents and they open them one gets a teddy bear and the other gets a toy gun. Shep sees the midge with the gun and he grabs the midge by the neck as much as he didn't like it. He walked the midget to the far end of the ring and tossed him up in the air, and kick him straight out of the ring!! The fans gasped in surprise and booed the Freekshow duo.

Freddy Whoa: Good Lord!!!!!! Why would he do that!?

Crazy J looks at the other midget and he says sorry to him and waves bye. When the midgets turn around J runs up behind him and slams him down and then drops him in the corner using the lipton tea bag…The fans booed again.

Zach Davis: Does this count? Is everyone getting a lipton tea on the way out tonight?

Freddy Whoa: I say yes… get those free Tea ready!!!! these fans are very lucky!!!

Crazy J and Salem jump out of the ring and the sexy elf ladies join them as the pantheon members get up, wiping paint off their faces, screaming at the two ZT members as the ZT crew walked up the ramp.

FPV Segment

Slam is back on air, and quickly "True North" hits the P.A, and FPV walks out of the curtain. No gimmicks, no showboating, FPV is all business. Around his waist is his WCF Television Championship, and over his shoulder...the GEW World Heavyweight Championship. In no time at all he's in the ring and is handed a microphone.

FPV: Fans, I apologize if this gets at all uncomfortable for you to watch, but there is something I need to address right now. Last week I issued an open challenge for anyone to face me at One for the TV Title. That challenge was answered by none other then The Polar Phantasm.

Cheap pop for Polar, FPV quickly tries to move on from it.

FPV: Now, many people who watched my reaction last week said that I appeared to be...what's the word...angry at seeing Polar again. They wondered why I would act this way towards someone who, for a long time, I considered one of my best friends. Well lemme tell you, this business between Polar and I has WAY more to do with this secondary belt on my shoulder. Y'see way way back earlier this year, when the idea of Polar and I facing off at XIII seemed like a real thing, I made some appearances in his hometurf over at GEW, and in the process managed to win this thing, their World title. I thought to myself "Cool, then I can defend this against Polar!" Next thing you know, Mexico happens, and XIII gets cancelled.

Boo'ing from the crowd. They're still not over that whole debacle.

FPV: so here I was, no WCF, no XIII, and no Polar. I tried convincing management at GEW to schedule a match between, but as he often does Polar just VANISHES out of nowhere. No one could get into contact with him at all. So I was stuck with having to defend against people way below me. It drained the fucking life out of me, I swear. Then ricky Richards couldn't pay what my contract aid, and I left. Now he wants his belt back, and he's reportedly tried ANYTHING to try and take it from me. Which leads me to this...

FPV turns to the entrance stage, looking straight at the curtain.

FPV: Polar, I know you're backstage. Come out here so I can ask you some questions. I think these fans deserve the REAL reason why you're here.

After a few moments, "Synchronicity II" hits, and the Polar Phantasm emerges to an astounding pop from the fans! Like FPV though, Polar appears worried, and not his usual self. He makes his way to the ring, and is also handed a microphone.

Polar Phantasm: Frank, amigo, hombre...what's up man? You don't seem like yourse-

Frank cuts him off right in the middle of his sentence.

FPV: Cameron, just answer one question for me. Did rick Richards send you out here to take this belt from me. Yes or no?

Polar Phantasm: Frank, Richards is a scumbag, we both know this. I try to avoid his Ignatius J. Riley ass as much as possible.

FPV: Did Richards send you, Cameron? Yes? Or no?

Polar Phantasm: C'mon Frank, it doesn't have to be like this...


Polar Phantasm: Alright fine! He called me up and asked if I'd be interested and I told him yes, but only...

Polar's explanation is cut off my an incredulous FPV pacing back and forth, his suspicions having been confirmed.

Polar Phantasm: But only so I could finally have that match against you.

FPV: Wow. Just...wow. After all this time you've been gone, and you go behind my back like that. If you wanted the match you could've just fucking asked me! you didn't need to plot against me like this.

Polar Phantasm: I'm sorry dude, but if you're not gonna defend that belt at GEW it might as well go to someone who will.

FPV: If you really wanted that match, you had a whole fucking YEAR to contact me and set it up here at the Dub. Do you realize how much I tried getting into contact with you after the shit in Mexico? That's just your whole M.O though, isn't it? you make a name for yourself then POOF, you're gona like that.

Polar seems incensed by that comment, and gets in Frank's face.

Polar Phantasm: Listen bub, the last time I left the WCF my girl Nighty was having my fucking CHILD. And unlike Purse I was looking forward to raising him. And don't act like you're so above leaving this place either! when was the last time YOU were in the Dub full time? 2014? Get the fuck outta here with dat shit, homie.

FPV: I left for my own personal reasons, Cam. You talk like that to me again I'll fuckin'...

Frank's threat is cut off by Master of Puppets. Seth comes out looking very...VERY annoyed.

Seth Lerch: SHUT UP! SHUT UP, THE BOTH OF YOU! You're both giving me a headache with this bullshit. When I gave you this time to talk Frank I had no idea you'd just use it to fucking whine. Thee fact that you two are fighting over a belt that isn't even sanctioned by this federation...just SHUT UP.

So listen up. I get the feeling you two are gonna murder each other right here tonight. While I'd for that to happen just to get it over with, I have a pay per view to sell. SO...if Frank retains his title tonight, at One it will be FPV and the Polar Phantasm one on onee for the WCF Television Championship. If you want to put this stupid bingo hall belt up too fine, but I'm not dealing with this "Richards" guy afterwards. And since you two seem to want to figure which of you is the biggest quitter, then fuck it, let's find out. This match at One...is going to be an I QUIT MATCH!


Seth Lerch: I know those matches tend to get very...very messy, so I'll leave that for the PPV. Maybe after this you two can kiss and make up and whatever, I really don't care. Now both of you get the fuck out of my ring. Frank, you better get ready for Blaze tonight.

Master of Puppets hits again, as the feed cuts to a commercial for Pantheon-approved Goat food.

Psychopomp vs Lilith

The house lights go down as colourful lights start flashing all around the area. “Boom Clap” by Charli XCX begins to play, as Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a colourful miniskirt, leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled ankle boots. Lilith proceeds to skip down to the ring holding a teddy bear in her hand as the crowd gives her quite a mixed reaction.

Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 132 pounds…. She is LILITH!!!

Lilith then skips around the outside of the ring and locates a young fan sitting ringside, passing her the teddy bear. Lilith smiles brightly at the crowd as she bounces up onto the ring apron, waving and blowing kisses to them all. She climbs through the ropes, still smiling and pointing to a few of her fans as she waits for the match to begin.

H.I.M.’s “Bleed Well” plays, and Psychopomp appears on the ramp, except…

Freddy Whoa: What is he wearing?

Zach Davis: I think.. I think he dressed like a chef?

Freddy Whoa: No shit, Davis. I was referring to the big blue belt around his waist. It’s an even bigger atrocity than Joey Flash winning War.

Psychopomp walks to the ring at a steady pace, smiling and waving at the fans, before climbing in the ring. He removes his hat and his Cookie belt, then hands Kyle Steel a little notecard, before settling in the corner and waiting for the bell to ring.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Zach Davis: And the match is underway as Lilith charges Psychopomp, immediately sending them both over the top rope. Wait…

Freddy Whoa: Zach, in our disgust at Psychopomp’s attire, it appears we failed to notice Karma Bishop at his corner. Lilith is being mindful of distance between her and Karma, but still continues her jeers.

Zach Davis: Psychopomp rises to his feet behind Lilith, waiting for Lilith to turn around The referee has began to count!



Zach Davis: Lilith turns around… right into a dropkick by Pomp!.



“Master of Puppets” fills the arena as Seth Lerch steps out onto the stage.

Zach Davis: What the hell is Seth doing out here?

Seth Lerch: Hey! Earth to the idiot referee in the ring. Neither of these two have the mental capacity to realize they need to get back in the ring, so instead of watch this match end in a draw, i’m making this a no DQ match, meaning NO count-outs as well.

Lilith and Pomp pay no mind as Seth walks back to the back. The ref stops the count, and at this point, Pomp is on the ground, and Karma is digging underneath the ring for a weapon.

Zach Davis: Lilo simply pummeling Psychopomp. Wait… KARMA HAS A STEEL CHAIR!

Freddy Whoa: She just needs to stay out of this-


Lilith falls off of Pomp as Karma looks down on her smiling. Karma helps Pomp off of the floor. The two converse for a minute, then Karma runs off to the back. Meanwhile, Pomp slides Lilith back in the ring, and goes for a pin.



Freddy Whoa: Lilith gets the shoulder up. Pomp is going up to the middle rope… Elbow drop…

Zach Davis: NO! Lilith moves out of the way! She mounts Pomp again, scratching and clawing at his skin like a rabid wolverine.

Freddy Whoa: Now, now, you act as though she did a crossface.

Zach Davis: What?

Freddy Whoa: Nothing, don’t fire me, Seth! HEY LOOK! Lilith is digging her nails into Psychopomp’s face in a death grip!!

Zach Davis: Will he tap??


Zach Davis: Karma Bishop has reappeared and has just cracked a cinderblock on Lilith’s head.

Freddy Whoa: That’s no cinderblock, Davis. That’s a bag of fucking sugar.

Sure enough, Karma has brought out a trolley filled with… baking ingredients. Sugar, pans, pots, caramel, bread, milk.

Karma helps up Pomp yet again, and Pomp goes to the outside to dig through the trolley, finding a bag of flour and grabbing the bottle of caramel. He climbs into the ring and pours caramel all over Lilith. He then proceeds to dump out the caramel all over her. Then, he digs in his pockets for a small package….

Zach Davis: HE HAS NUTS!

Pomp then pours the nuts all over Lilith. He picks her up, and sets up a suplex, executing a picture perfect Emerald fusion for a pin!




Kyle Steel: Here is your winner: Psychopomp!

Pomp and Karma leave the ring, and we Zach Davis laughing hysterically.

Freddy Whoa: What’s your damage, Davis?

Zach Davis: Oh nothing… Just that Lilith ended this match in her favourite way possible….

Freddy Whoa: Whataya mean?

Zach Davis: White, Sticky, and Covered in Nuts.

Captain Pantheon vs Oath Breaker vs Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso

CaramellDansen hits and Captain Pantheon comes out running. He sprints to the ring, slides under the bottom rope, and strikes his traditional superhero pose to the adulation of the crowd.

Zach Davis: Tag Team Champion, Captain Pantheon is excited to be here as always!

Freddy Whoa: Tag Champ in name maybe but I don’t see him with a title!

Zach Davis: Who knows who has them now?! They were stolen from Lilith’s locker room earlier this evening and there are plenty of people making claims to that title recently. Including our next competitor…

“Daytripper” by Type O Negative hits the speakers and out steps Oath Breaker. He slowly walks down to the ring, head swaying in time to the music. Steps up to the mat from the floor, leans back against the top rope and backward-salts into the ring over the rope. Centers himself in the ring and raises one hand high in the air as the music fades out.

Freddy Whoa: Big right hand from Oath Breaker! He’s all over Captain Pantheon before the bell is even rung! Pantheon is backed into a corner and the man formerly known as Tom-o-hawk is peppering him with lefts, rights and overhand chops.

Zach Davis: Oath Breaker has a score to settle as he whole-heartedly blames Captain Pantheon for being knocked out of competition with a neck injury at the hands of Zero Tolerance!

As referee Zip Wingdinger tries to pull Oath Breaker off Captain Pantheon, fire alarms and sirens fill the arena and here comes El Fuego del Eterno Infierno Silencioso! He runs out and front flips his way down the entrance ramp to the delight of the crowd. He slides in and comes flying at Oath Breaker with a dropkick to the back. OB turns around and charges El Fuego with a clothesline.

Zach Davis: Ducked by El Fuego who answers with another a dropkick stumbling Oath Breaker back to the corner.

Freddy Whoa: With all three men momentarily separated Zip is calling for the bell and this one is officially underway!

El Fuego comes charging at OB but is back body dropped over the top rope, landing on his feet on the apron. Captain Pantheon then charges OB and gets the same treatment: a back body drop over the top rope only to ALSO land on his feet on the apron, on the other side of the turnbuckle from El Fuego.

Zach Davis: Enziguri from El Fuego staggers Oath Breaker!

Freddy Whoa: And a roundhouse kick from Captain Pantheon!

Zach Davis: Sprinboard hurricanrana from El Fuego on Oath Breaker!

Captain Pantheon turns his back to the action, clapping with the crowd for a moment and El Fuego springboards and hits him with a tornado DDT off the apron to the floor below.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What a move from Fuego Del Eterno! Both men are down on the outside!

Zach Davis: That move took a lot out of the Burned One as well but of course he doesn’t care so long as he hurts his opponent!

As both men struggle back to their feet Oath Breaker comes FLYING out of the ring with a springboard double lariat.

Freddy Whoa: SPIRITS RISING! What a move!

All three men are down as Zip begins his ten count.


OB is up first and grabs Fuego and throws him over the spanish announce table. The Cherokee tribal member then turns his attention back to Captain and charges him but Captain back body drops him.


Captain pulls him to his feet and then drops him back down with a scoop slam followed up with a leg drop.


Zach Davis: What’s Fuego doing? He’s got a monitor from one of the announce tables and is heading towards his opponents. Zip Wingdinger hops out of the ring and cuts him off.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, he’s not going to stand for that.

As Zip is in El Fuego’s face, forcing him to drop the monitor Oath Breaker hits a low blow on Captain Pantheon and then rolls back into the ring. Fuego angrily tosses the monitor down and rushes in the ring after OB and the ref follows him back in. El Fuego comes in going for a tilt a whirl head scissors but Oath Breaker powers out and turns it into a backbreaker. A pin by OB.

Freddy Whoa: 1...2...Kickout by El Fuego!

Zach Davis: Oath Breaker pulls Infierno back to his feet and sets him up for a vertical suplex. He’s up! And holding….and holding….and holding….

Freddy Whoa: What power by Oath Breaker!


Freddy Whoa: One….two…..threeNObroken up by Infierno!

Infierno picks up Cap and sets him up for a powerbomb.He hoists him up onto his shoulders but Captain starts fighting back with right hands as Infierno stumbles back with his opponent still up.

Zach Davis: Running shoulder tackle from Oath Breaker sends Infierno down and Cap face first into the turnbuckle! Oath Breaker picks Captain back up and puts him in a tree of woe. OB then begins climbing up the ropes, back to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: He’s looking to end it! He’s going for a double stomp he calls The Spirit’s End!

Zach Davis: NOPE! As he gets to the top rope Fuego comes out of nowhere for a reverse hurricanrana!

Fuego with a baseball slide to the face of Captain who falls out of the tree of woe. Fuego grabs him and sends him off the ropes and misses with a clothesline, Captain bounces back and...

Freddy Whoa: BOOM! Big Boot from Captain to El Fuego!

Oath Breaker is up and comes running in with a Yukuza kick which is ducked by Captain Pantheon and…

Freddy Whoa: BOOM! Another boot from Captain! Oath Breaker is down and Captain falls on top of him!




Zach Davis: NO! Kickout from Oath Breaker!

Freddy Whoa: He just BARELY got a shoulder up in time!

Captain Pantheon can’t believe it and is going up top for a BANZAI. He pauses at the top and gestures to the crowd, calling for everybody to get on their feet. The crowd responds and Captain Pantheon leaps off the top rope with a Banzai!

Freddy Whoa: NO! Caught mid-air by Oath Breaker with a HUGE Samoan Drop ONTO El Fuego!

Zach Davis: Oathbreaker!

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, what a move by him!

Zach Davis: That’s the move, The Oathbreaker!

Freddy Whoa: Oh….Well then...An Oathbreaker from Oath Breaker! And all three men are down!

Zach Davis: Oath Breaker groggily manages to throw an arm over Captain Pantheon….one…..two...THREE!

Freddy Whoa: NO! Shoulder up! Captain somehow just barely got his shoulder up! Zip is calling it a two count!

Zach Davis: And Oath Breaker does NOT agree! He is standing over the referee, yelling in his face. Zip isn’t about to back down though!

As Oath Breaker jaws with the ref, El Fuego is back up and jumps onto OB’s back with a sleeper hold. Oath Breaker is fading after this hard fought match. He drops down to one knee.

Freddy Whoa: No, Oath Breaker is back up to his feet and slams El Fuego back first into the turnbuckle to break the hold! Oath Breaker stumbles away from the corner, as does El Fuego, Oath Breaker off the ropes and--

Zach Davis: HUNTING HAWK! That muy thai knee KO’d El Fuego!

Freddy Whoa: Cap clotheslines Oath Breaker out of the ring! He falls backwards onto El Fuego! One….two…..

Zach Davis: THREE! Oath Breaker hit the knockout blow but Captain Pantheon squeaked out the win!

Freddy Whoa: And Oath Breaker is hot! He’s back in the ring and certainly isn’t done with Captain Pantheon. He’s still got a score to settle over what happened to put him on the shelf!

He picks Captain up then pushes him up into a military press and then drops him down into an Orton-style backbreaker.

Zach Davis: DIVING HAWK! My gawd!

Freddy Whoa: And he’s not done? Come on! He’s putting Cap into a tree of woe now.

Suddenly the speakers blast “COLD GETTING DUMB” and MadVillain’s “Supervillain Theme” fills the arena.

Zach Davis: That’s Steven Singh’s theme music! Is he back after Lilith put him on the shelf two weeks ago?!

Freddy Whoa: Oath Breaker has turned his attention to the entrance way but there’s no one to be seen…

From the other side of the ring, “Superstar” Steven Singh hops over the guardrail through the crowd, with a large black sack slung over his shoulder, and a pair of gold knucks on his right hand. He slides quietly into the ring behind Oath Breaker as the crowd grows to a fever pitch. Oath Breaker turns slowly around and gets POPPED with a right hand from Steven Singh with those knucks!

Freddy Whoa: Midas Touch! El Infierno is back to his feet and gets one for his trouble!

El Fuego rolls out of the ring, Singh picks up Oath Breaker and drives him through the mat with an inverted DVD.

Zach Davis: SUPERNOVA! And now Singh is going into that sack he carried out with him….What’s he got in there?

Freddy Whoa: It’s the tag titles! Of course it is! Thievin Steven was the one that stole those titles out of Lilith’s locker room earlier!

Zach Davis: Is it still stealing if they technically still belong to Singh and Captain?

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know but there are quite a few people claiming those titles for their own that are sure to be none-too-pleased at this development.

Singh helps up his partner and hands him one of the tag team titles. Singh leans over the downed Oath Breaker, barking and hanging the tag title in his face. Captain Pantheon pulls him back and the two exit the ring together.

Kevin Bishop/Lester Parish vs CJ Phoenix/Jason O'Neal

Music silences the crowd. "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 right 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. Plating on Alpha Title takes an amber sheen from those belched fires. CJ reaches the end of the ramp to uproarious applause. 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.

Zach Davis: Our Alpha champion—the Louisiana native

Freddy Whoa: Geaux get em’!

Zach Dais: Save it for gridiron, partner. Here comes his other half.

Lights dim as “#1” by Nelly hits. Jason O’Neal appears from the tunnel, adopting a smug look. He fixes that unimpressed face all the way to the ring. He and CJ Phoenix exchange wry stares, drawing a parallel between opposite corners. O’Neal leans back, arms resting, waiting for their opponents to show.

Zach Davis: Two sons under one flag.

Freddy Whoa: In the House, of the rising sun…

Zach Davis: You know it.

Darkness permeates the arena, followed by one of Chopin’s nocturnes. From the screen, they see Lester Parish on the piano playing until the song slows. Kevin Bishop rises with his face obscuring the screen. “There comes a time for an end… today, no, it’s not time yet.” When the music stops—a symphonic tribute to Avenged Sevenfold takes over. Parish walks out first with Bishop directly behind him, the People’s Title shines in the spotlight. Karma, flanked by both men, accompanies them to ring. Bishop slides under the ropes. Parish, after a shoulder pat from the Brotherhood’s first lady, walks around and up the steps. Each team assumes their corners.

Zach Davis: The last Slam for Lester Parish. How much do you think he’s got left?

Freddy Whoa: He’s not running on E, Zach. But he’s definitely nowhere close to 100%.

Zach Davis: Looks like it’ll be CJ Phoenix and the self-proclaimed “plague” to start things off.

Phoenix keeps distance while Kevin Bishop stalks with an elusive posture. CJ darts to one side first; Bishop steps aside like a matador. On the rebound, Bishop crouches for a heavy lift. Phoenix nails him under the chin with a charging knee strike. He follows with a DDT clutch.

Zach Davis: Looking for the float-over!

Bishop pushes up, throwing the more agile opponent away. Phoenix recovers and leaps back again. Both men roll over—CJ throws Bishop off with a high angle monkey flip. He kips up while the Plague makes a slow yet calculating rise. He looks to Parish but shakes his head. Instead, he offers a traditional lock-up for Phoenix—just goading him to take the bait. Cheers lure CJ into the Plague’s web. They lock up, but Bishop turns their series of grips into a quick snapmare. Now grounded, and with control, he then pulls Phoenix from the mat into a chinlock.

Freddy Whoa: Wow, he should have seen that coming.

Zach Davis: Especially from a technician like Kevin Bishop.

O’Neal and Parish coach from their respective corners. Phoenix kicks intermittently for ropes but is nowhere near a rope break. The Plague throws move into a pin quick pin. Moser dives but can’t even a single count. CJ, after putting a shoulder up, bridges himself. Bishop tries to keep the hold. Both men gain halfway to their knees—Phoenix making a few contortions. He overtakes the side and powers his opponent into snappy but complete back suplex. Bishop rolls away grabbing at his back.

Zach Davis: CJ showing his wide arsenal as well.

Freddy Whoa: Man, gotta love those hard suplexes!

Zach Davis: He’s looking to capitalize here!

Bishop with his back turned, sees Phoenix hit the ropes but not in time. A spinning wheel kick, with some serious bounce, drops the People’s Champion. Phoenix dives for the cover.



Kevin Bishop just broke free. Phoenix hobbles towards his corner and tags in Jason O’Neal. Parish and Karma shout for their leader to get up. O’Neal picks Bishop up, readying him in a suplex clutch. He stalls the initial lift for a long second—Bishop squriming while perpendicular to the floor—before dropping the Brotherhood’s leader hard. Karma screams from the lower canvas, slapping at the apron for her man. Jason smirks while setting a slumped Kevin Bishop for yet another suplex. His theatrics while stalling on the lift, elicit a big pop from the crowd.

Zach Davis: One more like that and he’s a goner.

Freddy Whoa: Parish is powerless. His partner’s too far away.

Zach Davis: Bishop reversed!

Landing behind O’Neal, Kevin Bishop secures both arms and bridges backwards to complete a hard tiger suplex. Moser dives in for the count; O’Neal is kicking violently.



O’Neal rolls over after that quick two-count then regains himself. Bishop struggles to stand up, painstakingly so, only to fall victim to a series of pestering kicks. He covers his head, but that leaves the mid-section wide open. Brutal kicks bend him at the waist. O’Neal finishes his combo with a roundhouse to the exposed chest. Bishop falls backwards—but right into Parish’s grip.

Zach Davis: Huge mistake.

Freddy Whoa: Here comes Lester! And he looks mad.

O’Neal goes for another of those spinning kicks, but the larger Parish blocks it away. Turned around now, Jason goes airborne from a release back suplex. Bishop uses his last bit of spirit to catch and finish that high arcing drop as a spiked German suplex. Moser converges his way; fearing a DQ, Bishop rolls under the ropes into the care of a waiting Karma.

Zach Davis: Now that’s great teamwork.

Freddy Whoa: Battle-tested and unbreakable, the Brotherhood looks seamless tonight.

Zach Davis: Parish wasting no time—working O’Neal with those mudhole stomps.

A ten-count separates them, but not for long, as Parish applies pressure to O’Neal’s wrist. All 370+ lbs. bend the wrist back with leverage from those heavy boots. Jason kicks at the back of Parish knee twice—two more send the big man into a stumble. O’Neal looks rocked but steadies himself on the ropes. Parish, like a charging elephant, misses a body block when his intended victim ducks. Ropes fling back, rippling his stomach under that tight-fitting T-shirt. Seizing the opportunity, Jason O’Neal leaps and tags in the outstretched arm of his partner, CJ Phoenix.

Zach Davis: Phoenix still looks hurt. But a lot better off than O’Neal.

Freddy Whoa: The Real Deal just got a taste of reality.

Parish makes a King Kong swipe; CJ proves too fast for him. Hitting the ropes, he then handsprings into a huge forearm. Lester rocks back yet only seems angrier after the big hit. From a sprinting distance, Phoenix takes off for another—Parish bats him off with a spinning lariat. CJ flips over and lands hard. The masked monster grabs at his chin. He then hammers CJ to the canvas with a powerful double axe handle. His gorilla grip clamps a painful vise on his opponent’s exposed shoulder. Phoenix writhes while yearning for the ropes—his hands just mere feet from breaking Lester’s hold.

Freddy Whoa: Parish wants to crush him!

Phoenix slithers around, loosening himself with an outstretched sole. His foot—with his leg trembling at full-extension—barely graces the ropes. Moser pulls Lester off in the middle of a five count. The ref’s lecture falls on a deaf ear, as Parish pulls Phoenix into the center the pinfall.



CJ wills his way out from under that larger body. Fans strike up a “Let’s go Phoenix!” chant. Lester lifts his opponent into a chokehold. “Give up!” he yells while strangling Phoenix. Moser again has to issue the big man a five-count.

1… 2… 3… 4… “Break it up Parish!”

Lester sneers back at Moser while loosening his grip. That second leaves an opening for CJ, who drops down to execute a dropkick aimed just above the big man’s knee. Parish topples forward like a red wood. Phoenix finishes with a hasty spear finally dropping that masked meance to the canvas. He somehow manages to make the cover via one outstretched arm.

Zach Davis: Desperation from Phoenix. Can he get the pinfall here!?

Freddy Whoa: Count it Moser!




Parish throws Phoenix off, albeit towards the opposing corner. O’Neal tags himself in. Walking on fresher legs, he stuns a prone Lester Parish with a rolling senton. Fans get behind “the Real Deal” who then signals for his signature hold. Taking a leg then stepping through, Jason O’Neal contorts that prostrate man into one of most infamous submissions of all time: the sharpshooter.

Freddy Whoa: Oh man! Parish is locked in the Money Maker!

Zach Davis: Bishop could break the hold. But he must trust Parish to get out of this one.

Freddy Whoa: A guy that big. You have to work the legs, Zach.

O’Neal yells with Parish locked in tight. The big man pulls their combined weight towards the ropes. O’Neal pedals but cannot tie his opponent down. Moser calls for the rope break; Jason relents, looking smug with his hands raised. Parish crawls towards his corner but loses track of the legal man. That lapse in focus lands him in crucifix armbar. O’Neal holds on until Lester forces yet another break in the hold. Stalking from above, the big man looks in trouble. Like wrestling a bear, Parish falls into more of these wear-down holds; this time, it’s a standing sleeper. He claws at the dominating arms of Jason O’Neal. Bishop stretches for his hand.

Freddy Whoa: Parish is looking sleepy.

Zach Davis: Definitely, but this isn’t a safe hold for the Real Deal.

Freddy Whoa: Not at all, Zach. One false step and Parish can roar back into this.

Bishop and Karma plead for the crowd to join in, but they seem to enjoy the masked man’s plight. O’Neal gives more of that raging, Cajun fury. “Give it up boy!” he yells. Lester starts to rise, rallying against the sleeper’s effects. O’Neal taunts him some more while wrenching back. Parish swipes backwards, hitting the submissionist with a sharp trio of elbows aimed at the gut. He follows with a thunderous Mongolian chop. Bishop extends the hand again, but Lester has one more thing to add. O’Neal keeps the larger man back with a few quick kicks.

Zach Davis: Parish catches the leg! And Jason O’Neal is going for a ride!

Freddy Whoa: He hit that sidewalk slam like a warhead.

Following that favored move, Volition, Parish mounts and delivers heavy, disabling strikes. O’Neal clutches his face. Lester rolls over making the tag to an eager Kevin Bishop. Karma coaches him to the outside. The People’s Champion raises his hands like Russel Crowe to a mixed reaction of jeers and boos. He smiles, daring to engage with Phoenix again. O’Neal looks back—dumbfound that be allowed to make the tag to his partner.

Zach Davis: Round Two, but Bishop has had plenty of rest.

Freddy Whoa: Now’s the time for the Brotherhood to put this one away.

Zach Davis: Don’t Count out the Alpha Champ!

Freddy Whoa: Champ V champ—and not even on the PPV. Only here at WCF!

Both men size each up. They pant, Phoenix more so, as their circling quickens. Bishop repels CJ with a knife-edge chop. Phoenix counters with a heavy strike plus an Irish whip. It sends Bishop chest-first into the turnbuckle. Sprinting his way, Bishop eats a heavy clothesline while in the corner. He falls forward, giving the Alpha Champion a chance to climb the ropes. Phoenix pumps the crowd up as he ascends to its pinnacle. Surveying from a crouch, he prepares for an aerial strike. Bishop clambers to his feet, unbeknownst what watches above him. Phoenix goes for some variety of a bulldog or face crusher—a sudden hold pinchers him in place.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Bishop’s reversing gears!

Zach Davis: I think he’s looking for a showstopper!

Held in place, possibly a pump-handle slam, Bishop lifts and inverts his opponent into a reverse suplex. Phoenix slams hard into turnbuckle. Instead of leaving him there, drooped over the ropes, Bishop finishes with a diamond dust slam. Adding a dragon sleeper caps that spurt of offense.

Freddy Whoa: Hey Zach, he just got Cast Out! Man, what a move!

Zach Davis: Such an impressive maneuver from the Brotherhood leader.

Freddy Whoa: Oh yeah, lights out baby!

Moser leans in but Phoenix refuses to tap. Positioned in such an awkward angle prevents him reaching the ropes. Parish and O’Neal rally their fighters from opposite corners. Phoenix lifts his feet, but the hold restrains him each time his legs go off the ground. Moser asks once more if he’d like to submit. Just then, CJ slips in speedy soccer-style kick. Bishop grimaces but maintains ahold of the dragon sleeper. Once more and the submissionist is staggered. Phoenix then surprises the Plague with a lucha-style rollup.




Bishop kicks out just in time. Phoenix doesn’t let him stand, cutting the other man down with a cracking enzugiri. Their Creole champion raises his arms to a “CJ Phoenix” chant. Bishop surges and pushes that firecracker out of the way. Phoenix returns with another leaping forearm—Bishop catches it. Both men look exasperated as Bishop tries to return fire, but he falls against the ropes. Determined to get some net profit from the counter, he throws Phoenix outside with a sloppy exploder suplex. Phoenix tumbles to the outside.

Zach Davis: Benches clear. Parish and O’Neal are tearing into each other!

Freddy Whoa: Moser can’t pulls those men back. Especially not a bear like Lester Parish.

Zach Davis: Hopefully, he can restore some order here.

Bishop relishes the mayhem, with Parish and O’Neal exchanging huge punches. Moser coerces them towards the ropes, threating both of non-legal men with a double DQ. Bishop laughs at this smaller ref trying to boss around his tank of a human being. Parish takes control, whipping Jason O’Neal into the ropes. That masked monster overpowers O’Neal, tossing him into the air for a flapjack—Bishop leaps and catches the falling man in mid-air. They both drop with Bishop’s knees blasting the Real Deal with a devastating code breaker.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Bishop just intercepted Jason O’Neal from damn sky!

Zach Davis: That’s the Black Death! O’Neal’s rolling under the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Here Comes the Alpha Champ! Spring board flying!

Parish smacks him out of the air with a frying pan chop. Moser gives Parish a final warning. As Phoenix pulls himself from the canvas, Lester throws a straight on heat punch. The Colonnade has him walking without a light on upstairs. Parish ducks to leave the ring. Instead, his hillside of a back gives the Plague a platform to leap from—an aerial knee strike destroying CJ Phoenix. The Brotherhood leader makes the cover.




Zach Davis: There you have it! Bishop wins it for the Brotherhood!

Freddy Whoa: How much time do we have left? I don’t think my heart will make it!

Zach Davis: Don’t leave us yet, partner. There’s still title matches tonight!

Freddy Whoa: Man, medics are gonna drag me outta here.

Bishop and Parish gather outside, catered to by an enthusiastic Karma. CJ Phoenix sits in the corner, collecting himself; meanwhile, Jason O’Neal heads for the ramp. The Audience has yet to relieve their pressure valve, cheering wildly as Phoenix makes his to the back. At the entranceway, he stops to receive a final pop from his captivated fans.

Kidd Krazzy/Joe Smarts vs Salem Shepard/Crazy J vs Zombie McMorris/Teddy Blaze

Kyle Steel: The Next matxch is a triple threat tag team match! Introducing First, Kidd Krazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy!

Zach Davis: Kidd looks to be still pretty beat up from that hellish move from the monster Oblivion.

Freddy Whoa: Ya the kid was just trying to spread holiday cheer. I guess thats what happens when you dress up like a bird two weeks in a row.

Zach Davis: Well techniquly thats a pokemon whoa, but here comes Kidds Partner and the man that attacked him last week and wormed his way into the Alpha Title picture.

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.

Freddy Whoa: Smarts is trying to hug Kidd, Kidd gives him a half hug, whats wrong with these guys?

Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents, at a combined weight of 552lbs, they are 2/3rds the trios champions Zero Tolerance!

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. plays 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.

The lights in the arena go out as red lights and fog cover the ramp as Grazen Image by Zach Hemsey plays for several moments as he makes the crowd wait. Salem comes out with a sick smile on his face, eyes wide. Not pay attention to the fans as he walks to the ring.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents, introducing first, From Houston Texas, Teddy Bllllllazzzzzee!

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, offering Smarts an extended handshake before shrugging and 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, waiting for the bell.

Kyle: And his partner, "The Honey Badger" Zombie McMorrissss!

Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.

Zach Davis: Looks Like Smarts and Blaze will be starting this one off.

Freddy Whoa: Whats Smarts doing now? He just used Teddy Blazes taunt right in front of Blaze.

Teddy makes him pay by kicking him in the gut, followed by a ddt. Blaze runs and rebounds off the ropes, and nails a running leg drop. He then picks Joe up he responds with three solid rights to Teddys gut. Joe kicks Teddy, But the man with red glasses catches the leg. Blaze whips Smarts around and goes for a short arm closeline, but Smarts ducks it. Smarts runs to the rope, and TAG!

Salem grins wickedly as he slaps Smarts back, tagging himself in. Shep steps through the ropes as Smarts yells at him about stealing his frys. Shepard grins then closelines The man out of the ring. Teddy capitolizes on this and grabs Shep and throws him into the ropes. Blaze rebounds off the oppisite ropes and nails Shep with a crossbody. Blaze keeps the momentum going and climbs the tope rope, and goes for a splash but Salem rolls out of the way. Shep goes and stomps on BLaze.

Zach Davis: Wow Shepard is really taking it to Blaze now.

Freddy Whoa: he has Blaze up, oh nice what a piledriver, Shep tags in Crazy J and now J is stomping on the downed Teddy.

Zach Davis: And another tag in, as Crazy J threw Teddy into the corner, but McMorris tags himself in.

McMorris takes J by the arm, and applies an arm wringer. HE then proceeds to ram his shoulder into J's shoulder three times. Zombie pulls J in for a scoop slam, then backs up and prepares for Boot Party.

Zach Davis: Oh and the kick is well scouted by J, J now to his feet and taken the fight to McMorris with some rapid punches, and a hard closeline.

Freddy Whoa: And now J has the figure 4 locked in tight, oh but Kidd with the break.

Kidd exists the ring as quick as he entered and McMorris tags in Blaze. Blaze slingshots in with a closeline, taking out Crazy J.

Freddy Whoa: Blaze steps through the ropes and l think he was going to attempt the The Habanero High Dive, but J got the tag to Kidd.

Zach Davis: Blaze springboard drop kick to Kidd, both men get right back up and Kidd retaliates with a standing dropkick of his own.

Freddy Whoa: Wow fast and furious action, Pele kick from Kidd knocks Blaze to his corner and now McMorris is in. McMorris nails Kidd with a closeline.

Kidd kips up and hits Zombie with Shoryuken!

Zach Davis: oh Kidd nails that sumping spinning uppercut!

Freddy Whoa: goes for a pin, but only gets a 2 count.

Kidd pulls Zombie to his feet and drags him to his corner to tag Smarts. Smarts instead tags McMorris.

Freddy Whoa:I think Smarts is confused he just made him and Kidd the legal men.

Zach Davis: yea and they are on the same team. Smarts went for a closeline, oh but Kidd hits him with a Tatsumaki , a jumping spin kick.

Freddy Whoa: How is that move possible?

Zach Davis: I dont know Freddy but Kidd tags in J

J picks smarts up and nails a chokeslam. He goes for a pin



Broken by Kidd.

Zach Davis: looks like Kidd was just iratated by his partner but hasnt given up on this match yet.

Freddy Whoa: He may after that superkick from Crazy J.

J turns around and is hit by a jumping side kick from Joe. Joe goes for a pin.


Freddy Whoa: Oh and all hell is breaking loose, all men are in the ring now!

Zach Davis: We knew it was only a matter of time with all these combustable elements in one match Freddy. OH! and McMorris hits World Tour 69 on J!

Meanwhile Shep hits Smarts with his patent diving DDT, Blaze the nails Shep with the Blazing Knee.

Freddy Whoa: Team Blaze and Zombie just cleaned house Zach. Now they are dragging J over to corner, McMorris steps through the ropes, tag! making him legal man.

Zombie goes for the pin on Smarts.




McMorris picks up SMarts but a reversal via jawbreaker gets Smarts some seperation.

Zach Davis: Smarts hits the Worlds Smartest Slam on McMorris! pin attempt!

Freddy Whoa: OH no here we go a gain everyone is back in the ring! Blazing Knee to SMarts!

Zach Davis: Then Blaze is cuaght with a super kick from Crazy J, whats Kidd doing?

Freddy Whoa: He just yelled kidken or something times 4 the nailed J with 4 hard martial arts kicks!

Zach Davis: Believe he said Kaioken 4 Freddy, Salem gets some vengence for J with Nightmarez, look at the power on display!

Freddy Whoa: I dont know how the ref can do it this match is chaotic, I dont even know whos legal!

Salem rouses Crazy J and they both lift up Smarts double chokeslamming him onto BLaze. J then drags McMorris to his corner and tags himself in. J scrambles to pin Smarts But its broken up at 2 by Kidd. Salem scrambles into the ring and closelines Kidd, both go spilling out onto the floor.

Zach Davis: McMorris is up and he runs at Salem Shepard.. Shepard ducks!

McMorris runs into the ref and knocks him out.

Freddy Whoa: Whoops.

Salem turns and gets a nut shot from ZMAC. ZMAC then rolls out of the ring... and grabs Teddy Blaze's Internet Title.

Zach Davis: What the!?

ZMAC rolls back in and measures Salem Shepard.

Freddy Whoa: He's going to hit him with the belt! Teddy's belt!

Zach Davis: It may be Teddy's belt now but it used to be Zombie McMorris', and ZMAC is one of the greatest Internet Champions of all time!

Teddy Blaze gets in the ring and yanks his belt away from ZMAC. ZMAC is taken by surprise and begins to argue with Teddy - until Salem rolls him up from behind, as the ref comes to!





Shepard rolls out of the ring as Teddy Blaze picks up his Internet Title. He yells into ZMAC's face that it is HIS belt and that he's the greatest Internet Champion.

Zach Davis: Zero Tolerance were the only cohesive team in this match! They had a distinct advantage.

Freddy Whoa: Zombie McMorris and Teddy Blaze will meet for the Internet Title at One, as well as Kidd Krazzy and Jason O'Neal facing off with Joe Smarts and El Hijo Del Price for the Alpha Championship!

Zero Tolerance head to the back.

Adrian Archer Segment

Adrian Archers music hits. Adrian walks out from the back, followed by several people dressed like Amish, only the women wore denim skirts and white bonnets. 15 people in all follow a very agitated looking Archer as he steps into the ring. The people follow in, and gather behind Archer as he addresses the crowd.

Adrian Archer: CUT MY MUSIC!

Music Cuts out.

Adrian Archer: There has been a grave injustice applied by the oppressive hands of one Damian Kaine, and the Brotherhood in general! These wonderful, humble people you see behind me are members of a small group of Ultra Conservative Fundamentalist Mormons whom the Brotherhood has displaced to build their camp! The Brotherhood claims peace, serenity, support for the downtrodden..But they LIE!!!! These people used to inhabit the original land where the Mormon Prophet Joseph Smith had his VERY FIRST VISION OF GOD! Then the Brotherhood, driven by greed, STOLE THEIR LAND AND FORCED THEM OUT! Why should you care? Well..I didn't at first..But then I realized that these people knew the LAND..They Know the TERRAIN..The area..Better than The Brotherhood..And with their knowledge, along with my superior skill, I will DEFEAT DAMIAN KAINE ONCE AND FOR ALL! So Damian, you may think you have home field..But obviously, I have taken away the only advantage you have. Enjoy your mobility while it last..Because, Mark My Words, it will be gone December 19th!

Archers music hits and the Mormons follow Archer out of the ring.

Television Title Match
Johnny Blaze vs FPV

Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the WCF Television Championship. Introducing first, the challenger . . .

“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.

Kyle Steel: Standing at 6’5” and weighing in a two hundred and fifty two pounds, from Detroit Michigan . . . he is Johnny BLAZE!

Zach Davis: Johnny gets a second opportunity in three weeks time for the WCF Television Championship tonight.

Freddy Whoa: I bet the former Marine is looking for a better outcome than last time, where he was pinned by Frankie in a triple threat match that up-and-comer Rise was also competing in.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, your WCF TELEVISON CHAMPION . . .

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.


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, the Television Championship draped over his shoulder and 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 handing the title to the referee, removing his hoodie and enter his corner to await for the bell.

Kyle Steel: Standing at 5’11” and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia . . . he is FPV!

Zach Davis: With one Slam left before the biggest stage of them all, FPV is looking for a strong showing as he prepares for One and Polar Phantasm.

Freddy Whoa: I’d argue that the whole reign has been one strong showing from the former World Champ. Sure there have been a few bumps in the road, but I’d say that there has been more good than bad week to week on Frankie TV.

The referee holds the Television Championship high in the air before handing if off to ringside and calling the two wrestlers to the center of the ring. Johnny Blaze stares down at his opponent as the referee runs down the rules for the two combatants.

Zach Davis: And where does Johnny Blaze fit in this whole equation?

Freddy Whoa: Well, if he wins, he becomes the big ass asterisk beside Frankie’s name in the record books. A loss tonight two weeks shy of what will probably be his biggest defense thus far will certainly derail the talk of Frankie’s reign in the years to come.

The referee steps back and, without further ado, calls for the bell and the start of the match.


Blaze explodes out of the gate with a running clothesline aimed at the champion’s head, but the smaller FPV dives into a roll out of the way. Popping to his feet as Johnny turns to face him, Frankie strikes out with a quick jab that grazes Blaze’s chin before the big man shoves Frankie backwards. Johnny stomps forward, looking to grab ahold of the champ, but FPV wisely backpedals into the ropes, sticking his torso between the middle and top rope. The referee steps in the way before Blaze can further attack, pointing to the ropes and shaking his head.

Zach Davis: FPV is using the ropes early to halt the momentum that was shifting in Blaze’s favor.

Freddy Whoa: The size difference is striking between the two men tonight, and Frankie doesn’t have a second opponent like Rise in the match this time to negate the advantages Blaze has over him.

With a little urging from the referee, FPV disentangles himself from the ropes and begins to circle the ring; Blaze follows suit. Seizing a perceived opening, the champ launches himself forward at Blaze, who swings at his head with a forearm. FPV ducks beneath the blow and moves past Johnny, shooting the ropes. Blaze is waiting for him, though, and grabs ahold of FPV, using his momentum to take him up and over with a hip toss. Frankie rolls out of range of the leg drop that follows, popping to his feet and shooting the ropes a second time. A sliding forearm smash levels the seated Blaze, sending him onto his back and into the first pinfall attempt of the night.

Zach Davis: FPV looking to hit the showers early tonight.




Freddy Whoa: Well Johnny Blaze says ‘Fuck yo showers.’

Blaze, with still a lot of fight in him, shoves FPV completely off of him as he pushes himself to his feet; Frankie hangs back, not looking to go close quarters and run the risk of a counter offensive from the challenger. The gap remains until Blaze finds his feet; FPV lunges forward with a shoot kick at the knee of the big man, staggering him.

Zach Davis: Like a lumberjack chopping a tree down in the woods, Freddy. FPV is looking to soften the legs of Johnny Blaze to make his power techniques harder down the road.

Feeling confident, FPV lashes out with a second kick at the leg, but Blaze catches it against his body, slamming an elbow down on the thigh. FPV hobbles back a step before being steamrolled by a shoulder block from the ex-cop, who continues forward to shoot the ropes as Frankie hits the mat. On the rebound, Blaze leaps in the air and comes crashing down with an elbow drop across the chest of FPV, driving the breath out of his lungs. The pinfall follows.

Zach Davis: Johnny Blaze with a very traditional style of wrestling tonight with the pinfall.




FPV pops the shoulder off the mat and rolls to his side. Johnny Blaze capitalizes on the dropped back of the champ and takes his back, locking FPV into a headlock. Frankie’s hands reach for the thick arm wrapped around his head in the hopes of prying it loose, to no avail. The fans are behind the champ, though, and begin to build in volume as FPV begins to push himself to his feet. Blaze could’ve probably kept Frankie down with a few placed knees to the back, but the big man yields his grounded advantage with a power move in mind. Grabbing Frankie by the wrist, Blaze Irish whips Frankie into the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Frankie isn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a rebound, though, as he slides onto the apron.

With a baseball slide underneath the bottom rope, and two hands latched onto the cable to halt his momentum, FPV pulls himself to his feet on the apron. Blaze steps forward, swinging at Frankie’s head with a right hook, but the champ ducks underneath the blow. Then, with his left hand holding onto the top rope for the assist, FPV jumps up and kicks Blaze on the side of the head with an enzuigiri. The challenger stumbles back clutching at his jaw, putting him the prime location for the springboard dropkick that catches him dead in the chest, sending him to the mat. FPV scrambles over to his opponent, hooking both legs in the pin attempt

Zach Davis: Could FPV walk away with the victory after that electrifying technique?





A close fall, but Blaze gets the shoulder up just in time. FPV is not dismayed, though, as he pushes himself to his feet and moves over to the corner closest to him. Pulling himself to the top rope, FPV waits for Blaze to find his feet again before leaping onto the big man’s shoulders, landing in the electric chair position. Throwing his hands over Blaze’s eyes, the champ shifts his weight towards the rope, sending their little tower towards the ropes. Grabbing hold of the top rope, FPV uses his leg strength to send the challenger tumbling to the outside while he holds on. One ‘skinning the cat’ later and the Television champ is alone in the ring with the crowd getting to their feet to watch what happens next.

Zach Davis: FPV shoots the ropes and flies over the top with a diving crossbody.

Freddy Whoa: But Johnny Blaze catches him in mid-air!

Holding the champ perpendicular to his body, Blaze charges forward and slams FPV back first into the ring post before stepping back and flinging him sideways into the barricade in front of this New Mexico crowd. FPV thuds against the steel and then hard on the concrete, clutching at his neck. He is allowed little reprieve, though, as Johnny Blaze stomps away at the champ while the fans in the first row shout at him and the referee counts away in the ring. Blaze is unfazed by it all as he pulls FPV to his feet, only to drive him back to the concrete with a body slam. The count was up to seven.

Zach Davis: Johnny Blaze better be careful, otherwise he’s going to force a double countout tonight.

The challenger showed quite the bit of ring awareness, though, as he hauled FPV to his feet and throws him back into the ring before following in himself, breaking the count. A pinfall follows.





Blaze stares hard at the referee as he pushes himself to his feet; he was certain he had a three count on that pinfall, but the referee did not back down from his initial call. Looking at the crowd, Johnny drags a thumb across his throat, signaling the end of champ as he pulls FPV to his feet. The crowd pops, though, as Frankie catches Blaze off-guard with a stiff uppercut. And then another. And then a third. With each uppercut, the crowd gets behind the Television champ as he takes the fight to Johnny Blaze.

Zach Davis: FPV finally breaks out the scrappy brawling that he’s so known for.

The crowd dies off, though, as a Blaze pulls past his grogginess from the strikes and levels FPV with an uppercut of his own. Frankie’s legs buckle at the knees, but he doesn’t fall to the mat, so Blaze grabs the champ by the head and locks him into a front face lock. Blaze looks for the DDT but FPV, with the fans firm in his corner, wiggles free and nails a spinning backfist across Blaze’s jaw that sends the Ana Star Center into a frenzy.

Freddy Whoa: This match has been back and forth all night and you can just hear the fans getting into it.

Shooting the ropes, FPV rebounds off with a running clothesline in mind to put the staggered Blaze to the mat. The champ runs into the awaiting arms of Blaze who, with a burst of adrenaline, spikes Frankie to the mat with a ring-shaking spinebuster. No pin attempt follows, as Blaze rolls onto his back and looks up at the lights.

Zach Davis: Both men have brought the fight here in Rio Rancho and this just proves it. Referee with the ten count.

The referee barely gets started before Blaze sits up, looking at his opponent stirring beside him. There’s a fire in his eyes as he pushes himself to his feet, grabbing the champ by the hair and pulling him up once he was there. Throwing FPV’s arm over his neck, Blaze takes him up and over with a stiff snap suplex. He doesn’t relinquish the hold, though, as he pulls himself back to his feet with Frankie in tow and delivers a second snap suplex. The procedure occurs one final time with the stiffest of the suplexes before Blaze finally pins his near unmoving opponent.

Zach Davis: Blaze with the Ghostly Ride. Pinfall to follow.





Freddy Whoa: BUT FPV KICKS OUT! How is he still in this match?

Freddy Whoa was not the only person shocked to see FPV pull through those stiff suplexes; the crowd, and Johnny Blaze were hot, but they were displaying it in different ways. Chants of “FPV” ring through the crowd as Blaze slams his fist onto the mat in frustration. There was only one place to turn for the challenger: to the corner he went. Pulling FPV to his feet and near dragging his dead weight to the corner of the ring, Blaze hoists Frankie onto the top rope before ascending to the second rope himself.

Zach Davis: If Blaze connects with this second rope brainbuster, which he calls the Fatal Fury, I think we may have ourselves a new champion.

Blaze throws FPV up into the suplex position, but to a loud pop from the crowd, FPV comes alive. Hanging in the air, FPV drives his knee into the top of Blaze’s head repeatedly until he set the champ back down on the top rope. Then, with a sharp elbow across the forehead, FPV forces off the second turnbuckle into a standing position on the mat. Grabbing ahold of his head, Frankie leaps off with a huge Tornado DDT from the second rope, spiking Blaze’s skull into the mat.

Zach Davis: Huge DDT from the champ! What else is in Frank’s tank?

FPV rolls to his feet as Blaze rolls into a seated position. Perfect spot for the lightning-quick superkick.

Freddy Whoa: Two words, Zach. Boom. Headshot.

The fans count along as the referee counts the pinfall attempt on the still Johnny Blaze.




Zach Davis: FPV is going to One with the Television title in tow!

Freddy Whoa: He’ll have some new scars and bruises to show for it as well. Say what you will, but being the Television Champion makes you into a fighting champion. Those who aren’t up to that . . . well they don’t hold that belt for long.

Zach Davis: Fightin’ Patrick Venable. I think that’s what I’m going to start calling him.

#BeachKrew Attack!

The scene fades backstage where Zero Tolerance is walking down a completely devoid hallway with the Trios Championships slung over their shoulders, Crazy J with the Hardcore over his as well. They're heading towards what looks like their locker room as Thursday Kerrigan cuts them off. A smile creeps up over her face as Zero Tolerance is ambushed from behind by Jared Holmes, Wade Moor, and Johnny Rabid, knocking them down to the floor.

Jared Holmes takes Salem Shepard and tosses him head first into the wall, knocking him to a crumpled heap on the floor. Cash and Rabid exchange blows before Rabid squares Cash in the jaw, knocking him backwards into Jared, who grabs him underneath the arms. Rabid flies forward with a jarring knee to the face, knocking Cash near unconscious. Wade brings a few hammer fists down on J's back, knocking the unwary champion to his knees. He picks his Hardcore Championship up off the ground and begins slapping it across J's back. He grabs J by the mohawk and shoves the belt in his face.

Wade Moor: At One, this is mine! They're all ours!...

He picks J up and throws him directly into a gear case, knocking it and J over. Jared laughs while reaching into his pocket for a small black case.

Jared Holmes: But that's not all we're taking.

He pulls a needle out of the case and wraps a rubber tube around Salem Shepard's arm.

Johnny Rabid: It's not enough.

Jared shoves the needle into Shep's arm-

Zach Davis: NO! NO! DON'T!

Security rushes the scene, several members, tackling down Jared. One of the security members quickly snatches the needle away - possibly for his own use later on.

Freddy Whoa: That was heroin, Zach! Backstage attacks are part of the game of being a pro wrestler, but THIS!? #BeachKrew has gone too far!

With a healthy dose of security between the Krew and Zero Tolerance, the #BeachKrew finally begin to back off.

Jared Holmes: See you #fuccbois at One.

Wade throws the belts down on their unconscious bodies before #beachkrew walk off the scene. Thursday blows a kiss before skipping off after the three as the scene fades to black.

Winner Enters Final Destination
David Sanchez vs Gemini Battle

Zach Davis: Well, next we have a match to determine which of these two men will compete in the Final Destination match at One. Gemini Battle, or David Sanchez. Your thoughts Freddy?

Freddy Whoa: Well, Gemini’s not exactly been himself lately. Ever since that Burning Hammer he’s been a little off, wouldn’t you say?

Zach Davis: A little off? He’s taken too many shots to the head Freddy, this man clearly needs a doctor.

The lights in the arena dim and flicker a little, the opening riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” booming out from the speakers and commanding the usual boos from the crowd as the big screen begins to show footage of David Sanchez’ previous matches.

Zach Davis: Nobody has seen or heard from Sanchez since last week.

Freddy Whoa: My sources tell me he’s taken a self-pity vacation to sulk about his victorious streak being broken by Kevin Bishop.

Zach Davis: Gemini Battle wandered out here like a cow into traffic and distracted him! He made this personal with the Mayor.

Freddy Whoa: … Here he is, and he, uh-oh ...isn’t exactly dressed to compete?

As Sanchez walks out onto the stage in faded black jeans and a white tank top, along with black Timberland boots he is met with the usual flurry of boos and the residual flutter of a small cult-like following. He looks enraged, his dark skin perspiring heavily, his eyes dilating. He’s practically foaming at the mouth, snarling at the camera and the crowd alike.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the winner will go on to become a part of the Final Destination match at One. Introducing first; from Bogota, Colombia by way of Printer’s Row, he is the Mayor of Chicago… David Sanchez!

Sanchez stands at the very top of the ramp, refusing to walk any further to the ring even as the cameras attempt to lead him in this direction. Instead he stands perfectly still, a baseball bat clutched in his left hand. After a few moments of staring out at the crowd he becomes a little more self-aware, stepping aside and behind one of the steel stage-supports which hold the big screens up. Out of sight, he waits a few more moments until his music finally fades and dies, replaced by that of his unsuspecting opponent instead.

Falling Higher by Helloween plays as Gemini Battle steps through the curtain to a massive pop from the crowd. He plays to the crowd, looking either way as he begins to walk towards the ring.

Zach Davis: Battle hasn’t spotted Sanchez!
Sanchez steps out of his hiding place in the shadows and rushes Gemini, letting the bat drag along the steel ramp as he playfully strides quietly behind his opponent, his movements muffled by the crowd and the repetitive nature of these walks to the ring for matches.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!



Around halfway to the ring, Sanchez decides to stop shadowing his opponent and draws the bat back, a smile spreading across his face as he unleashes the beast with the swoosh of wood into air, ending with a dull thud as the bat connects with Battle’s skull.

Zach Davis: Oh good lord, he just cracked Gemini’s head open like a melon.

Freddy Whoa: Well, if he wasn’t concussed before…

Gemini begins to get up, on all fours he screams out in pain.

Gemini: Oh god… I remember everything… the horror!

Fortunately for him the horror is short lived as Sanchez steps back and delivers a vicious boot to Gemini’s head knocking him onto his back.

Sanchez rolls into the ring and demands that the referee ring the bell and begin a count out.

Zach Davis: Sanchez really wants to begin his win streak here again. He doesn’t want a no decision, he wants a W under his belt.

After a moment of berating and yelling the referee finally concedes and rings the bell and begins the count.

Zach Davis: Well, it’s pretty much academic from here, now isn’t it.


Gemini’s eyes open wide, and again he screams in horror as he stares up at the lights of the arena,

Gemini: WHERE AM I… WHO AM I!?!?


He looks up as Sanchez yells at the referee, coaxing him to count faster but the ref maintains a steady constant pace.


Gemini gets on all fours and drags his body to the apron. He pulls himself up and grabs onto the ropes to pull himself in.

Sanchez seizes the opportunity and runs with a low dropkick through the ropes sending Gemini back out of the ring, also halting the count.

David Sanchez: You shoulda stayed down, Gem. You’re doing this too yourself you stubborn son of a bitch!

Sanchez delivers boot after boot onto the downed opponent, frequently sliding back into the ring and back out again to stop the count at 7 or 8.

Freddy Whoa: Someone stop the match. It should have been stopped after the attack with the bat.

Zach Davis: Technically nothing illegal has happened during the match. I don’t condone his actions pre-match, but right now there’s not much anyone can do.

Freddy Whoa: Seth could come out and stop it right here.

Sanchez goes over to the steps and moves them slightly askew. He places Gemini’s head in between the ring post and the steps before taking a few steps back. He then runs forward and delivers a dropkick to the steps crushing his skull between the two steel frames.

He wastes no time in his assault as he pulls Gemini out from his trap and screams in his face.

David Sanchez: I’m not sorry at all.

He opens Gemini’s mouth and places his spread teeth across the corner of a step. He places his foot on the back of his motionless head and smiles the most diabolical smile you’ve ever seen.

David Sanchez: Where are your ‘friends’ now, Gemini…

He screams as the screen above the entrance ramp statics on. Joey Flash can be seen nailing a 2x4 outside a dressing room door reading Thomas Bates as a raucous of banging is heard from the other side.

Elsewhere in the building Rabid, Moor and Holmes fight off Zero Tolerance in an even looking fight.

Sanchez reaches down and grabs Gemini’s arms, pulling him back and arching his back up and his face away from the steps slightly.

Zach Davis: Don’t do it… DON’T DO IT!

Freddy Whoa: I don’t think he’s listening.

Sanchez closes his eyes, crunches his face and screams as he…

Suddenly static.















And then we return. Paramedics have Gemini’s entire face wrapped up in bandages with blood seeping through seemingly everywhere. David Sanchez stands in the center of the ring and the entire arena is in shock and almost completely quiet. Everyone watches closely as the medics handle Gemini’s prone body, careful to shield anyone nearby from the carnage.

Freddy Whoa: We’re back…

Zach Davis: What?

Freddy Whoa: You hear Seth in our ear… we’re back… say something.

Zach Davis: Right. Well, to those of you watching at home consider yourselves fortunate. We all just witnessed something that no one should ever be forced to see. We’ve seen men get thrown into a Volcano… we’ve seen a woman burned alive… we’ve even seen a man die in the ring, and honestly folks this ranks just as high up there as the most vile thing that has ever occurred in WCF.

Freddy Whoa: I think you’ve said enough.

Zach Davis: No I haven’t, Freddy. David Sanchez has crossed the line. At this point I think Gemini would be more welcome to death than the situation he’s been put in right now. He may never speak again, he may never walk again, one thing is for certain, he will never BE the SAME again. And all because David Sanchez was upset that he lost his unpinned streak. All because he was so juvenile and shortsighted to see what he was going to do.

And Pantheon is just as much to blame for all of this. Thomas Bates certainly would have come down to stop this if he could. Zero Tolerance and Gemini have a history as well and they were being stopped.

Many people were upset when Pantheon reemerged at War. They said that BeachKrew was a huge part of the Mexico incident, but I was one of the few that said to give them a second chance. Corey Black had vouched for them, and that was enough for me, but now I question his judgement.

As Gemini is rolled down the entrance ramp a small applause grows as the lifeless body of Gemini Battle is carted out of the arena.

David Sanchez: Nah nah nah nah… nah nah nah nah… Hey Hey Hey… GOOD BYE!!! HAHAHA! EVERYBODY SING! NAH NAH NAH NAH… NAH NAH NAH NAH… HEY HEY HEY… GOODBYE!!!


He screams at Kyle Steele shaking him as he is forced to bring the microphone to his mouth.

Kyle Steele: L…lad…

David Sanchez: SAY IT!

He says shaking him some more.

Kyle Steele: Your winner… and next confirmed entrant into the Final Destination Match… David Sanchez!

The crowd boos as garbage rains into the ring. He stands there, arms spread wide accepting the praise and admiration of his loving audience.

Zach Davis: BOOOO!

Davis throws his cup and hits Sanchez in the chest with it causing him to look his way. Sanchez climbs down and begins to stalk Zach Davis who looks like he needs a change of pants.

Suddenly Thomas Bates comes charging down the aisle at about 100 miles per hour and Sanchez takes refuge in the audience before getting far enough away to point at the World Champion, point at his belt and motion at his own waist telling him to say goodbye to his gold.

Zach Davis: Thanks Tom.

Bates doesn’t respond. With tears in his eyes and fire in his soul he stares at where Sanchez was before walking off. He stares down at the uncleaned puddle of blood mixed with shards of teeth and facial bone at the steps before he screams to have someone take the entire thing away.

Zach Davis: You have to imagine he’s going to be a bit distracted going into his Title Match next.

Freddy Whoa: I wouldn’t want to be Johnny Rabid right now… or David Sanchez.

Zach Davis: I wouldn’t want to be Gemini Battle right now.

Corey Black Segment

The lights in the arena go out.

Zach Davis: Oh joy, only wonderful things happen when we lose power.

The crowd buzzes for a bit before a song hits the PA system.

"Spit Out the Bone" by Metallica roars through the arena as different colored lights swirl through the darkness. Out from the backstage area comes Corey Black to a massive pop!

Wavedigger: We haven't seen Corey Black since he lost the World Title in controversial fashion!

Freddy Whoa: ... whoa? When did you get here?

Wavedigger: Two days ago.

Corey Black walks down the aisle and slides right into the ring, no frills, no nonsense, just business. A microphone is in his hand.

Corey Black: It's been a while now since the incident, and I haven't got a single call, text message nor e-mail. Nobody is scheduling a rematch for me. I'm sure as soon as Thomas Bates was dropped through the hole in the stage, Seth was on Facebook Messenger setting up the rematch for the next week. A rematch that should not have happened. Gemini Battle and Thomas Bates didn't beat me - I didn't have to beat them, it's a weird thing in wrestling called the "Champion's Advantage." To become champion you have to make a man pin or submit. One chance. They couldn't do it.

Crowd pops.

Corey Black: But of course, the One Main Event can't be Pantheon vs Pantheon. So in a desperate, last ditch effort, knowing exactly the pain and suffering I have been through in the last few months, I was booked against the Mountain and the jester once again, succeeding in the wishes of the few and losing the WCF World Championship.

Crowd boos.

Corey Black: I know, I know. I expected a rematch, since Thomas Bates and Gemini Battle can somehow earn two. This is how it has been my whole career though. Nobody wants me to thrive, I'm too small, I'm too brash, I'M TOO FUCKING GOOD. So, once again, I'll go through other men to get a shot at is rightfully mine. Once again, I will defy the odds to reign supreme and challenge whomever holds my World Title, be it Bates, Rabid or Flash - alliances mean nothing when the gold is up for grabs.

Crowd pops big!

Corey Black: I am officially announcing my intentions to win Final Destination, and retireve what was stolen from me.

Chants of "CO - REE BLACK! CO - REE BLACK!" fill the arena.

Freddy Whoa: The Master of the Ladder Match heads to One to contest for Final Destination!

Corey Black holds the mic back up to continue but has he begins to speak he is cut off by some familiar music.

“With Oden on Our Side” By Amon Amarth hits the PA system.

Zach Davis: Folks, as we say in “the biz” business is about to pick up.

Freddy Whoa: Odin Balfore, makes his way out to the stage just as Corey Black announces that he is entering Final Destination.

Zach Davis: These two men have a storied and rivaled history, so I can only image where this is going.

Odin Balfore makes his way out onto the stage in his ring gear and microphone in hand. The fans are going crazy to see this surprise appearance by the All Father. The fans quiet down as Odin starts to speak.

Odin Balfore: Ya know, CD, that’s all really interesting and *yawn* not really. You want to enter Final Destination so that you can once again do things the right way. Even though we all know that Thomas Bates is a bitch -

Crowd: WHAT?

Odin Balfore: I said Thomas Bates is a bitch

Crowd: WHAT?

Odin Balfore: I said that Thomas Bates is a little bitch

Crowd: WHAT?

Odin Balfore: I said that Thomas Bates is a big, whiny, bitch.

Crowd: WHAT?

Odin Balfore: I said that your world champion is a big, whiny, punk ass bitch. For who those in the crowd that are under ten years old – I mean *air quotes* ‘participant’ *end air quotes* or Thomas Bates whose fighting with the snack machine because his confederate reenactment money is no good past 1865. ONE is an event where legends are born. It is the premier event of the year and frankly, CD, you and I both know that Thomas Bates is not the premier marquee draw that he tells himself that he is. More importantly, I am not about to let you cash in yet another major event in WCF history. If Corey Black is going to be in Final Destination then we might as well up the ‘legend’ factor. If Corey Black is in Final Destination than so am I.

Zach Davis: Is he serious?! Odin Balfore and Corey Black are both in Final Destination!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Talk about an earth shattering announcement.

Odin Balfore: It has been a long time that I have held world championship gold and I – honestly – I got that itch for it. I got that itch that makes me want to powerbomb fools into oblivion. So I’m glad that you want to go about things the right way but trust me when I tell you that you are gravely mistaken. I am going to enter and win Final Destination for the right to fight either Thomas Bates, Johnny Rabid or Joey Flash; even though we both know that Flash is going to turn that tub of Christmas Pudding inside-out if he makes it through Rabid tonight. But before that, Corey, I’m going to do that to you and anyone else who stands in my way.

Odin laughs and drops the microphone before heading to the back once again, leaving Corey in the ring, amused.

World Title Match
Johnny Rabid vs Thomas Uriel Bates

BACKSTAGE: we have a split screen effect as our field of vision is divided between two camps; on our left we see Johnny Rabid in his dressing room; standing in the center of the frame. “The Ripper”, is dressed in his ring attire, his sinister, grinning features hooded beneath Adrian Archer's “Magnificent Bastard” robe, which Rabid has taken to wearing recently as a trophy. Rabid is surrounded by Pantheon as he psyches himself up while Corey Black and Joey Flash stand on either side of the challenger; talking him meticulously through each stage of tonight's battle strategy.

Zach Davis: This is it, ladies and gentlemen, our main event of the evening! We're two weeks away from ONE and everything is on the line! Thomas Uriel Bates defends his controversial title run against “The Ripper”, Johnny Rabid! If Rabid wins, then Corey Black will step up and assume Rabid's place within #beachkrew against Zero Tolerance! While Rabid will face off against his team-mate, Joey Flash one-on-one for the title!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That would make the main event for ONE, Pantheon verses Pantheon!

Zach Davis: Ever since Pantheon re-emerged on the scene they have dominated. If Rabid wins here; then the war is over. Pantheon will once again hold the World title with seemingly no one capable of dethroning them. Thomas Uriel Bates is our last line of defense!

BACKSTAGE: On the right side of the screen we have Thomas Uriel Bates dressed for combat; he's alone in his dressing room. Bates is sitting, holding the World Title in his hands, the gold sheen from the belt illuminates his stoic features as he cradles his prize. A knock on his dressing room door echoes across both sides of the screen as challenger and champion exit their respective rooms and march towards the ring. Before Bates leaves his dressing room he places his huge hand upon a small framed picture of the DRG; saying a silent prayer for the spirit of his fallen brother, Gonzo Murdoch.

OUT ON THE STAGE: we hear Kyle Steel announce over the screams of seven thousand manic fans.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger...

The entire front row behind the announcers table stands up and takes their shirts off revealing other t-shirts reading "Chickenshit Rabid" and then "Lights, Camera, Action" by Mr.Cheeks starts playing. The entire crowd jumps to its feet and starts chanting "Skywalker" as he walks out wearing the same shirt as the guys in the front row and jeans. He dances down towards ringside loving on the fans as well. He looks at the announcers and just laughs as he jumps the rail and sits with the fans right behind them.

Crowd: Skywalker!

He grabs the arena mic.

Skywalker: Hey Rabid didn't you forget your new entrance music?

"The Chicken Dance" starts playing as the video package for Johnny Rabid is on the jumbotron.

Skywalker: Welcome to the Skywalker Zone brah!

Zach Davis: Well... okay then. Now to Rabid's REAL entrance.

The lights in the arena plunge into darkness as we hear a synthesized rendition of “The funeral of Queen Mary”; the main theme from, “A Clockwork Orange.”. As the theme plays, two lines of “Droogs”, the iconic gang from the film march out from the crowd and line each side of the ramp. They hold aloft black canes as the theme continues to play.

Zach Davis: Spine chilling. That's the only way to describe the emotion in the arena at this time. Rabid is playing his mind games to the hilt as we knew he would. At Explosion 2016 Rabid took on and defeated DUNE; one of the most dominant forces this company has ever seen. If he employs the same strategy here tonight we could have one of the biggest upsets this industry has ever seen.

Freddy Whoa: I don't like how they're looking at me, those faces. Is, is one of them...?

GRAVEDIGGER removes a Droog mask and Bowler hat while barreling down to the announce table! Just as he does so, “The Hounds Of Justice” attack! Digger with hard lefts and right as he takes out Skywalker and Dearg Due! Jason O'Shea gets dropped with a spinebuster! The crowd erupts with a chorus of boos as “Wavedigger” takes a seat next to his former announcing team.

Wavedigger: Word up, my niggas! Time to announce the arrival of my boy, Jonathan Rabid!

Zach Davis: Security! Get Digger the hell out of here!

Wavegigger: The Droogs out here? THEY ARE SECURITY! Pantheon OWNS New Mexico! We brought the state out this morning! Now, sit your quivering ass down, Zach! Time to welcome our new World Champion!

“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron.

Wavegigger: Look at this man, just LOOK AT HIM! He was born to be a champion!

As the smoke clears, we see Johnny Rabid standing tall; arms out stretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as Johnny's name appears on a Slam Graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's Johnny hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on Dune, ZMAC and Thomas Uriel Bates! This scene is inter-cut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the boo's from the crowd before taking off his Archer robe and shades and waving his hapless opponent on from the back with a cocky smirk on his face.

Zach Davis: For a wrestler giving away over two hundred pounds, Rabid looks calm. Happy I'd say. For as long as I've known him, Rabid has never been phased. Never been rattled. Just this focused, determined warrior; someone who has taken deviousness to a whole new level. Bates is facing an entirely new kind of enemy tonight. This isn't Corey Black, this isn't heart verses heart. Rabid is a threat who's seemingly seven steps ahead of the opposition. Power may not be enough for Bates. The Mountain has to prove now if he can outwit a man.

Freddy Whoa: Let the chess game begin.

“Midnight Rider” by the Allman Brothers Band blares over the PA system as the jumbotron 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 Rabid as he walks towards the squared circle. He arrives at the ring and walks up the steps. He motions to the center of the apron, and, keeping his eyes centered on Rabid as Rabid smirks, the Mountain steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates steps towards Rabid, stretching out his arms, roaring as he does so. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect.

Rabid...yawns, mocking Bates as he does so. The crowd BOOS. But Rabid isn't interested. He simply waves Bates on as...

PANTHEON: Watch backstage. Confident. Assured.

THE WCF LOCKER ROOM: are huddled around a giant screen, biting their nails. Nervous. Lilith kisses her Johnny Rabid doll for good luck, unaware that Andre Holmes spat on it earlier.

This is it.



Bates charges forward and goes for the Bates Boot early! Rabid dives and avoids the move, rolling back to his feet. Smiling. Rabid waits for Bates to turn before waving him on. TUB raises his huge right arm and sends out the universal signal for a tie up. Rabid laughs and backs off, lowering his center of gravity as he does so, leaning forward, looking for an opening.

Low drop kick by Rabid as he goes to follow up with a chop block, Bates is rocked but remains on his feet as he sidesteps the chop block and retaliates with a clubbing forearm, the move misses however as Rabid has the defense scouted. Eye rake by Rabid! Low blow by Rabid! As Bates's field of vision clears, he sees that Rabid is outside the ring. Watching. Stalking. The ref is up to six before Rabid rolls back in, then out again.

Wavegigger: He's looking for a way into Bates's mind. That's how Rabid will finish this!

Now it's Bates's turn to wave Rabid on, who obliges at six and flies forward with a clothesline, ducked by Bates who goes for a hangman neck-breaker counter, but Rabid slips out of the attack and hits a Pele kick!

Bates staggers but will not fall! Rabid goes for a super-kick. Caught and spun around by Bates who hits a belly to belly! Bates off the ropes now as he goes for a charging leg drop! Rabid rolls out of the way and drags himself to his feet. Rabid with a rear naked choke on Bates, but this is just a set up for another Eye Rake! Rabid quickly relinquishes the hold and ducks a bear hug attempt. Another low blow!

Moser steps in and warns Rabid that this match can end with a DQ. Rabid nods, as Bates has time to compose himself. Bates with a Bull Hammer attempt, Rabid ducks and hits a few light jabs, ducks a clothesline and rolls out of the way.

Bates is losing his temper as he charges forward. Low kick by Rabid as he floats over and goes for a Backstabber, slipped out by Bates who hits a Butterfly Suplex! Leg drop attempt by Bates avoided as Rabid rolls out of the way and goes for mounted punches, Bates shakes them off and beals Rabid into a corner, charging...

Wavegigger: Move Rabid, MOVE!

Rabid moves as Bates...

CANNONS INTO EXPOSED STEEL, the ring pad has come off! Moser checks on Bates as a replay shows that Rabid “inadvertently” removed the pad on impact. Moser checks with the ring announcer but there's no DQ called. The crowd boos as Bates clutches his shoulder. Moser checks on the mountain who says he's fine to continue. Rabid shows “concern” with hint of a sinister grin lurking beneath.

PANTHEON: Applaud backstage. Flash smiles. Everything is proceeding as expected.

Bates back to his feet as Rabid goes to work on that shoulder. Clubbing rights by Rabid, Irish whip as Bates bounces off the ropes and eats a Yakuza kick! Rabid stalks Bates, backing off, preparing to unleash something...a super-kick perhaps?

Rabid charges forward....


Bates is rocked! The four hundred pound man staggers as Rabid goes for the move again!



Bates hits Rabid with the choke-slam as Rabid crashes into the canvass! Bates drops to his knees and hooks the leg!

One, Two...


PANTHEON BACKSTAGE: Exhale a huge sigh of relief. THE WCF LOCKER ROOM are in shock.

Mudhole stomps by Bates as Rabid is rag-dolled into a corner. Bates lifts Rabid up onto the top turnbuckle, he's hooking Rabid's leg as he calls for a BURNING HAMMER!

Zach Davis: Bates is sending a signal out to the invaders!

Rabid slips out from the hold! The Ripper eye rakes and then pushes Bates forward. Steadying himself, Rabid goes for a Blockbuster. Connects!

Rabid with the cover.



Mounted punches by Rabid as Bates swats Rabid away. Bates staggering to his feet as Rabid is back up and charging. Rabid leaps with a cross body but is caught in mid air! Bates lifts Rabid up...

Zach Davis: Memphis Giant Slam! Memphis Giant Slam!

Bates benches the press, once, twice...on the third attempt Bates eats a knee strike, then another as Rabid shifts his weight and counters the move into a DDT!

Rabid goes back to work on that shoulder, hyper extending the muscle tissue with a KIMURA LOCK!

Bates screams as he tries to reach the ropes with his free arm, Rabid tries to drag him back, but Bates's strength is wining out. Rabid releases the hold and climbs a turnbuckle, leg drop from the top rope onto Bates's shoulder! Bates cries out in pain as he lashes out with a wild swing, ducked by Rabid as he goes for a standing star press!

Bates gets his legs up, Rabid's body bounces off both knees as he's cannoned backwards, Moser has to dive out of the way to avoid impact as Rabid goes over the top rope and crashes into the arena floor outside!

Zach Davis: This has turned into an absolute WAR!

Bates drags himself up, unsure of Rabid's whereabouts as--

Rabid exits from under the ring, he's rolled from one side of the square circle, back towards Bates and has re-emerged right beside his opponent! Rabid rakes Bates across his face with his boot! Was something taped to the tip? Bates has a gash across his face now as blood pours from the wound, whatever it was, it's slid away and out of view as Moser checks on Bates. Rabid slides back into the ring on a seven count as he waits patiently for Moser's okay to continue. Rabid back on Bates now as he Irish whips Bates into the corner, the whole ring shakes as Rabid attempts to lift Bates onto the ring post!

Zach Davis: Rabid can't be serious here! That's a four hundred pound man!

Rabid lifts one of Bates's legs up, then the other before climbing up himself and signalling for the Spanish announce team to “FUCCKIN' SCARPER!”

Zach Davis: My God....no...NO! HE CAN'T! THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!


The table OBLIERTAES ON IMPACT beneath them as the crowd are on their feet!


Moser begins the count as paramedics rush out to check on both men.


Rabid is up, he staggers as he pushes a medic out of the way! Blood is pouring from his scalp as he sees the count underway! Rabid is motioning towards the ring.


Bates is up, a line of medics in his way. His legs look like they're buckling...Bates soldiers on though....he won't give up, he'll never give up....

BACKSTAGE: PANTHEON: are willing Rabid to win, “Come on! COME ON!”

BACKSTAGE: THE WCF LOCKER ROOM: Zero Tolerance are LOSING IT! Throwing chairs and kicking over tables as we see Rabid limping forward by the ring apron, Bates a close second...but it might as well be a million miles away!


Rabid rolling inside, Bates reaching out for a foot...



Zach Davis: Oh...My...God....

Freddy Whoa: Whoa. Just...Whoa.


Kyle Steel: Your winner of this match, and NEWWWWW World Heavyweight Champion....The Ripper, JOHNNY RABID!!!!!

Crowd reaction shots: Young and old are in a state of shock, mouth's an “O” of stunned silence as Rabid is handed the belt. He raises it above his head, climbing what's left of a turnbuckle as The Ripper completes his dream, finally a WCF World Heavyweight Champ--

“Master of Puppets” hits as out walks Seth Lerch! His face is like stone, what complexion his merger white blood vessels contained has been completely drained away by the experience. He's shaking on the ramp as he addresses the crowd.

Seth Lerch: No...no, no....I will not allow a World title to change hands because of fucking Obamacare! That's not the WCF way! That's not the Trump way! And that's sure as shit not the Texas way!

Mixed reaction from the crowd.

Seth Lerch: Clear the ring, and restart this match! The title will only change hands on a pin-fall or a submission only! Moser...RING THE BELL!

The random conservative ghost that seemingly possessed Seth disappears and Seth is confused about his statements. Rabid and Bates re-enter the ring as we recommence. Bates goes for the Boot again, ducked...





Rabid hooks the arm in mid air and brings Bates down hard on the canvass, locking in the ANNACONDA VICE!

Zach Davis: The Serpent has arrived! Rabid HAS THE BITE LOCKED IN!

Rabid leans back and SCREAMS as Bates reaches out for the ropes, but this time, the mountain's strength is failing him. Still, he will not give in, he will not relent!

Johnny Rabid: Tap...TAP, YOU FUCKING CUNT!

Bates shakes his head, as a thick downpour of blood is catapulted from his scalp and splashes down across the canvass. Bates's eyes seems to be drifting, losing focus as Rabid cries out in agony, this is taking EVERYTHING RABID HAS to hold onto to the move. One last roll of the dice. ALL OR NOTHING!

BACKSTAGE: ZT pick up chairs and exit the mass of Wrestlers huddled around the screen. Lilith stands in the way of Cash, she gets clocked by a scything motion of vicious steel for her trouble.

Moser is on his knees, he's checking on Bates. He lifts his arm...it slumps. That's one...

BACKSTAGE: ZT cannon past Pantheon, charging with chairs as they look to cut a sway past their mortal enemies. Pantheon have the numbers but ZT has the element of surprise as Pantheon are taken off guard. Only managing to regroup as ZT race past them and run towards the Gorilla curtain!

Bates is hanging on, hanging on...

ON THE RAMP! ZT and PANTHEON are slugging it out in an ALL OUT BRAWL! ZT are joined by Gemini, Kevin Bishop, Damian Kaine, Psychopomp and Oathbreaker! The odds evening out as ZT press on, torpedoing down the ramp as--

Bates hand lowers for the second time, the blood loss is too much, too much as--



Kyle Steel: This match ends in a DQ! The winner is...Johnny Rabid. But STILL WCF World Heavyweight Champion...Thomas Uriel Bates!

ZT lift Rabid up and hit a TRIPLE POWER BOMB! Rabid is down as--

WCF bodies are flung left and right off the ramp! A huge, hulking shape is gaining dimension and purpose now as it marches forward. Back inside the ring we hear Rabid...laugh as blood drips from his mouth.

Zach Davis: My God, is that....is that?

Freddy Whoa: It's DUNE! IT'S DUNE!

Wavegigger: Its the Pantheon DOOMSDAY DEVICE!

Dune, Jared Holmes, Wade Moor and Joey Flash Enter the ring! ZT are over whelmed as a resilient Rabid hits Salem with a low blow, allowing Dune to connect with a SANDSTORM! BROSIDEON PUNCH to Crazy J! DOLPHIN DIVER to Jason Cash!

Flash helps Rabid to his feet as Mister Malignaggi calls for a microphone.

Joey Flash: No one touch, Bates! Thomas, here is where I should be smart. I should attack you, I should cripple you, I should destroy your knees before we even step in the ring at One so you can't even raise that big boot of yours...but that's not going to happen. I want you at 100% so you have absolutely no excuses when I tear your head off and wrench that belt from you and bring it back home where it belongs - around Joey Flash's waist. Just know, I had your life in the palm of my hand tonight, and the same will happen at One; only at One? I'm finishing the job.

Flash leans down and picks up the title, #beachkrew and Flash are joined by Corey Black as Flash and Rabid jointly lift the world title high above their heads with a battered and (almost) beaten Thomas Uriel Bates lying at their feet.

Zach Davis: Bates retains. But at what cost? Can Bates regroup in time to face his next onslaught? A war spearheaded by one of the most dominant foes he has ever faced? A man with the best win/loss record this business has ever seen? Can Bates defeat Joey Flash? Can anyone stop #beachkrew from becoming new Trios Champions? Last year's Final Destination match changed the entire company... will that happen again? Is this the dawn...OF THE PANTHEON AGE? Join us, in two weeks...ONE: LIVE FROM MADISON SQUARE GARDEN! GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!

Slam.... CUTS.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Kidd Krazzy Segment

Biff Mustache vs Diaboli vs Udy vs Adam Burnett

Tag Team Titles Segment

El Hijo Del Price vs Tyler Walker

Damian Kaine vs Jay West vs Dearg Due

Anon Y. Mous Segment

Oblivion vs Tek

Eric Price vs Anon Y. Mous

Lilith Segment

Jared Holmes/Wade Moor vs Rise/Jaice Wilds

FPV Segment

Psychopomp vs Lilith

Captain Pantheon vs Oath Breaker vs Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso

Kevin Bishop/Lester Parish vs CJ Phoenix/Jason O'Neal

Kidd Krazzy/Joe Smarts vs Salem Shepard/Crazy J vs Zombie McMorris/Teddy Blaze

Adrian Archer Segment

Television Title Match: Johny Blaze vs FPV

#BeachKrew Attack!

Winner Enters Final Destination: David Sanchez vs Gemini Battle

Corey Black Segment

World Title Match: Johnny Rabid vs Thomas Uriel Bates

Of The Week

Final Destination Participants
Johnny Rabid vs Thomas Uriel Bates



Thomas Uriel Bates
Crazy J
Kevin Bishop
Teddy Blaze
Jason O'Neal
Tag Team:
Steven Singh /Captain WCF
Zero Tolerance