the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
There is pyro and ballyhoo and Slam is on the air!
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! I have some news to share with everyone watching at home.
Freddy Whoa: It's some pretty big news at that!
Zach Davis: As everyone is aware, this coming Friday, January 13th Corey Black will once again be hosting another EPIC Thirteen event live from Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Freddy Whoa: Thirteen is always an extravaganza and this promises to be no different!
Zach Davis: Right, and one of the matches to be taking place at this year's event is the Final Girl Battle Royal, which if you didn't know is still open for entry up until tomorrow night. We've already seen a number of WCF's most talented women jump at the chance to take part in the match and be a part of Thirteen history.
Freddy Whoa: It's definitely shaping up to be one hell of a battle royal. And that's not even getting to the other awesomeness on the card.
Zach Davis: Exactly! Well to add to everything, Taylor Swift released a statement this afternoon from Corey Black that says that former WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight WILL be at Thirteen and WILL participate in this match!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! The stakes to that match just got even bigger. Imagine if any of these young ladies were to eliminate her? Their stock would skyrocket for sure.
Zach Davis: That's for sure. We haven't seen Twilight for months now, but according to Swift's statement, Corey Black is neither confirming or denying any speculation that this would be the start of a full time return for Sarah. "Sarah will be at Thirteen for active competition, and that's the scope of things right now." Is what Corey Black had to say on the matter.
Freddy Whoa: Whether she does or not, the fact that she is confirmed for Thirteen just shows how much of a must see event it truly is. This is an event that anybody who is anybody WANTS to compete at. Sarah Twilight showing up for it tells you just that.
Zach Davis: Normally Twilight keeps her appearances a surprise, but in this case she's let the cat out of the bag in advance. I wonder how the other participants are feeling now after this news?
Freddy Whoa: Just bring your A game ladies. Thirteen won't be a walk in the park. That's for damn sure.
Zach Davis: Final Girl Battle Royal, Age of Ultron, FPV and Jared Holmes, TV Title on the line, Balfore/Moor, Richards/Rabid ... Gravedigger vs David Sanchez and Corey Black vs Jeff Purse! Don't miss it! Corey Black's THIRTEEN ... Friday, January 13th at 7pm eastern. It's gonna be a bloodbath!
Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso vs Axel Blackwood vs Rumpke vs Tom Frost vs Menaki vs Devil vs Rise
Kyle Steel: The following is a Battle royal introducing first, Devil!
The lights would go black as the song starts to play. thunder would be heard and when the song got to the part when the drums came in, the pyro would go off as flames shooting up and he would walk out emotionless. The lights would still be out but some flashing going with the beat of the song would flash threw out the arena. He would just walk in the ring, climb a ring post and rip his sunglasses off. He would then jump down and face his opponent as he shrugs off his trench coat.
Kyle Steel: Next is Rumpke!
Last call for Alcohol by Hardcore Superstar hits the P.A. System. Moments later, Rumpke emerges from behind the curtain drinking a bottle of Kentucky Cornshine and a second bottle in his other hand. He walks down to the ring and kills the one bottle before he reaches the steps. Rumpke stands at the bottom of the steps. He looks down momentarily and then looks up at his opponent before the second bottle is opened. Rumpke raises the bottle up briefly before he goes into a long chug. Before we know it the second bottle is gone and Rumpke is walking up the steps as glares at his opponent. From there, Rumpke climbs into the ring and awaits the beginning of the match.
Zach Davis: Is he going be able to stand let alone wrestle?
Freddy Whoa: Well Jason Cash seems to do better drunk, maybe Rumpke is the same, say! Wonder if this is Captain Rump without his mask?
Zach Davis: He isn't big enough!
While the announcers bicker fuego del eterno infierno silencioso makes his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent, Axel "Hardcore" Blackwood!
When Axel Blackwood comes out there is red mist everywhere and then a bunch of weapons are thrown out onto the ramp and then his manager Christopher Omega comes out and starts introducing him and his music plays. He walks down the ramp and puts his hands out before walking in the ring and climbing the turnbuckles and doing the same taunt.
"Bodies" by Drowning Pool, Arena goes dark with dim blue lighting as the music hits. As soon as the music picks up fire flares flash from the stage atop the ramp where Rise will be seen with his arms folded across his chest. He scans the crowd for a moment then makes his day down the ramp high fiving a few fans along the way. He circles the ring before flat foot jumping up onto the apron and entering between the 2nd and 3rd ropes.
Kyle Steel: Um, next up RIse! And introducing next Menaki!
Menaki walks out about five seconds after the music starts, gesturing to the crowd, usually by pointing out, nodding in approval, before staring down at the ring, making a beeline for the ring, all business the second his gear is on. Not even bothering to use the steps, he steps up onto the apron itself and over the top rope, glancing at his opponent over his shoulder as he gestures to the crowd again, raising both hands before turning to face his opponent, waiting on the bell.
The lights dim as "Green Onions" hits over the P.A. A spotlight shines on the stage, and old Tom Frost parts the curtain. He dons a well-worn suit and a loose tie beneath an old trilby hat. A lit cigarette dangles from his mouth, and he wears a mean, no-nonsense look on his face. He turns toward the ring, takes a deep drag from his cigarette, and exhales a cloud of smoke. He starts down the ramp, snapping his fingers and bobbing his head as he glares forward.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...standing 6'3" tall and weighing in at 231 lbs...TOOOM FRRRRRROOST!!!
He climbs the stairs and enters the ring through the middle rope. He takes one last drag from the cigarette before flicking it into the crowd. He removes his hat, coat, tie, and shirt and hands them to an official at ringside. The music begins to fade as he finds his corner.
Freddy Whoa: Is This Jack Frost long lost cousin?
Zach Davis: I don't know Freddie but I hope a crowd member puts that out so the place doesn't burn down during the first match.
Frost is attacked upon entering the ring by Axel. FDEIS attacks Rupke and they exchange blows back and forth. Rise and Devil double team Menaki.
Zach Davis: These opeing battle royal are always a clustered mess of brawls, but showcase our newly aquired talent for the most part.
Freddy Whoa: Faygo de External Infancy Quitto is new Zack?
Zach Davis: You realize he could barbecue you right?
Menaki fires back and suplexes Rise over the top rope. He and Devil go at it again. Fuego hits Rumpke with a headbutt, who retaliates by spitting on the man. Axel kicks Frost who fires back with a right hook.
Zach Davis: Brawls! Brawls every where Freddie!
Freddy Whoa: Yea it like a Motley Crue concert in here Zack.
Frost is side swiped by Rise who is returning to the ring, mean while Devil land Axel brawl up the ramp. Fuego finds a trash can lid and is beating Rumpke with it. Menaki hits Rise with a discus elbow then body slams Frost.
Zach Davis: Wait. Why is Rise back in? He got eliminated!
Indeed, the ref is forcing Rise to leave. Devil and Axel are also both eliminated, as they brawl up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: I believe Rumpke eliminated those two. And whoa - Rumpke just threw out Menaki too!
Zach Davis: This only leaves Tom Frost and El Fuego.
The Eternal Hellfire himself kicks Rumpke in the gut and runs to the ropes before hitting a Hurricanrana! He then runs at Frost and hits a Flying Headscissors!
Freddy Whoa: How does this huge man hit these moves?
Zach Davis: Well this is Fire versus Frost, I've played enough Pokemon to know that fire beats ice.
Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso grabs Rumpke by he head and runs towards the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: He's going for The Supernova! Is he crazy!?
NO!, Rumpke throws him off and sends him over the top rope!
Zach Davis: If he had hit it, he'd have gone through the middle rope, not the top, but still... Yes, he's crazy.
Freddy Whoa: Anyway we're down to two!
The two go to meet and Rumpke hits Frost with a stiff uppercut.
Zach Davis: These two men are both brand new to WCF. Rumpke has already eliminated most of the men in this match but can he eliminate one more?
Frost stumbles towards the ropes. Rumpke then follows up with an elbow, pressing Frost into the ropes. He irish whips Frost to the other side and then runs at him, ready to Clothesline him out. Frost is just a little too fast and is able to bounce back and duck the Clothesline attempt. Frost kicks Rumpke in the stomach and DDTs him to the ground!
Freddy Whoa: Can't win this match with a grounded opponent, you gotta get him over the top rope - but its a good start!
Frost lifts Rumpke up and goes for a Neckbreaker but Rumpke shoves him off. Frost hits the ropes and goes for a Forearm as he comes back but Rumpke ducks that and smashes Frost with his elbow.
Zach Davis: DENIED!
Rumpke goes to throw Frost over but Frost stops short at the ropes and is able to elbow himself away from Rumpke.
Freddy Whoa: These two really taking it to each other here!
Rumpke roars and goes for his vicious Hangover Haymaker, but as he throws his all into it Frost drops down and pulls the top rope - causing Rumpke to fly over!
Zach Davis: Tom Frost wins it!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Again though, great effort by the final two men in this match! Dominant performance by Rumpke and a great win by Frost!
“Jailhouse” by Sublime plays as Undefeated WCF wrestler Ryan O’Callaghan makes his way to the ring making sure to clap the hands of anyone willing to reach out and touch somebody. He rolls into the ring and grabs the obligatory microphone that’s sitting by the turnbuckles.
Rocco: Yo, what’s up! I gotta say I’m honored to have this mic time. Because this whole thing is mind blowing to me. When I stepped into the ring last week I thought it was going to be a tryout. I had no idea I was going to be on national TV. But there was one thing I did know, and that was that I was going to win. I don’t know how I knew it. I just felt it inside of me. In that spot deep inside your soul. It’s undeniable. So when I knocked Vinnie out of the ring and then laid out Blackwood when I Rocked his World it came to no shock that it was followed up by the one, two three!
It didn’t come without hard work. It didn’t come without guts and determination, right? And it ain’t ending here. That was just one week. That was just one moment, and I’m not stopping until I get my ONE moment. Watching Teddy Blaze defeat ZMac at One was quite a moment. Watching Joey Flash finally topple the giant Bates. Watching David Sanchez climb that ladder and earn his shot. Watching Frank Patrick Venable defeat his arch nemesis Polar Phantasm.
And that’s why I’m here tonight. He is a fighting champion, voted the greatest of the year even in his relatively brief stint thus far. So who better to prove myself against than when I step into the ring with Sebastian Knight to challenge the greatest Television Champion of 2017…
The static returns and an image of a man sleeping in his bed in a grainy night vision camera is shown on the big screen. The image zooms in and it is clearly Ryan O’Callaghan sleeping, with a line of drool dropping from his mouth onto the pillow. A hand is seen with a napkin wiping away the saliva from his mouth and then moving his hair from his face as it maintains its view on the sleeping college student.
Rocco: Woah… what the fuck? Who… who taped that? When was that? How’d you get in my dorm room?
Smoke begins to fill the entrance ramp as a large figure is seen making its way through. It’s deep and gravelly voice can only be the voice of WCF Newcomer Stalker.
Rocco: Listen, bro. I’m not sure why you’re targeting me. I understand that this is wrestling or whatever but…
Stalker: You are what’s wrong with society. You and people like you. Millennials. Unsure of who you really are… unsure of WHAT you really are. You take and you take and you take and show no respect for the people who came before you the build what you take from. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LUCKY YOU ARE! You are given EVERYTHING and I nothing. I have gotten nothing and came this far and you were given EVERYTHING and are in the same place. So tell, me… who is more successful. WHO IS BETTER, RYAN! WHO IS BETTER? When I can build a KINGDOM out of nothing when you can’t even build a house when the foundation is laid for you.
Rocco: Fine, sure. Whatever. I take and take because I am fortunate enough to be able to. But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t worked to get where I am. I didn’t use any influence to get to the WCF and I took no help from anybody to win my match last week just like I won’t need any help to win again this week. You think I don’t know how lucky I am to be here, you think I don’t know how lucky I am to be alive right now in the greatest wrestling company in the world with the greatest support system at home that money can buy. I’m a trust fund kid, but that isn’t what defines me…
Stalker: And you’re out here in your second week demanding a TV title shot when I’ve been here for a month… I’ve HAD MY ONE MOMENT… and haven’t demanded a single thing. My work speaks for itself… the path of devastation that I’ve lain behind me speaks much more than your power and money could EVER speak.
Rocco: I’m going to earn my spot. I’m not demanding shit. I’m requesting it. The squeaky wheel gets the grease and I learned a long time ago that people who sit back and let their accomplishments speak for themselves often times are left watching as lesser people get what they feel they deserve. So you’re out here right now. You’re making quite a bit of noise right now. What do you say you stop the creepy pervert shit and get out of my house and get into this ring with me?
Rocco: What? Why not?
Stalker: I’m not done with you yet, Ryan. There’s still so much more for you to learn…
Stalker steps backwards into the shadows and smoke and disappears.
Rocco: I swear to God if I catch you in my home again it will be the last fucking thing you do, ya fucking perv!
Rocco is left alone in the ring as the Funeral March plays as he looks around the crowd who seems in shock.
Jay West vs John Gable vs Anon Y. Mous vs Adam Burnett
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.
"Nexus” by Scuare swells over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and inhales a deep breath before a quick huff.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...JOHN GABLE!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a stoic gaze, refusing to remove his eyes from the ring. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.
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.
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.
Zach Davis: And here.. we.. go!
Jay West starts off the match by running at Gable and hitting a Cross Bodyblock. Gable goes down and rolls out. Anon Y. Mous rushes West and West hits hit him with a Dropkick. West then goes face to face with Burnett and the two tie up.
Freddy Whoa: Jay West has shown a lot of fire since coming into the company, but John Gable is a veteran and Anon Y. Mous captured the WCF's imagination.
Zach Davis: Don't count Adam Burnett out!
Adam Burnett gets the upper hand in fact and pushes West to the corner. The ref calls for a break and Burnett obliges. They tie up again and this time West gets the upper hand and pushes Burnett into the corner now. The ref calls for another break... but West kicks him in the gut instead.
Freddy Whoa: Boo!
Burnett stumbles out and West hits a European Uppercut. He turns as Anon Y. Mous gets back in the ring and runs at him.
Zach Davis: Superman Punch!
No!, Anon Y. Mous ducks away from it and drops West with a Scoop Slam. Gable is back in the ring as well and spins Anon Y. Mous around and takes him to the mat with a Snap DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Vicious!
Zach Davis: ....and Delicious?
Freddy Whoa: No.
Gable with the pin on Anon Y. Mous.
No!, broken up by Burnett. Burnett picks Gable up and Scoop Slams him onto Anon Y. Mous before climbing to the top.
Zach Davis: What does Adam Burnett have in store here?
Freddy Whoa: MOONSAULT ONTO BOTH MEN!
Burnett pins them both at once!
No!, broken up by West.
Zach Davis: Technically Gable was on top of Anon Y. Mous, so I think Gable would've won by technicality of that pinfall went through... Who knows.
West and Burnett begin brawling once again. This time Burnett gets the upper hand and sends West to the ropes. Burnett hits a Reverse Atomic Drop as he comes back before following up with a Belly to Belly Suplex.
Freddy Whoa: Anon Y. Mous back in this!
Sleeper applied to Burnett!
Zach Davis: Anon Y. Mous wearing Burnett down... Just like he's wearing down the patience of the WCF. WHO ARE YOU!?
Gable charges in and hits Anon Y. Mous with a Roaring Elbow to the back of the head!
Freddy Whoa: KNOCKED HIM OUT!
Anon Y. Mous drops to the mat and rolls out, and Burnett is barely able to stand. Gable lifts him up-
Zach Davis: MALTESE FALCON!
No!, Burnett adjusts his weight and lands behind Gable, taking him down with a Chop Block. Gable falls..
Freddy Whoa: ROYAL KICK TO BURNETT!
West comes out of nowhere with his patented Superkick to Adam Burnett!, kicking him right over top of Gable's fallen body. Burnett hits the mat and West hops over to pin him.
Zach Davis: NO! KICKOUT FROM BURNETT!
West wastes no time and goes to the top rope. He measures up Gable now...
Freddy Whoa: TERMINAL VELOCITY! JAY WEST FLIES!
He lands on Gable!
Freddy Whoa: NO!, broken up by Burnett at the very last second! Wow!
Gable rolls out and Burnett quickly Chop Blocks Jay West. Anon Y. Mous is back and gets a Chop Block for his trouble too.
Zach Davis: He's chop block crazy!
Burnett quickly wraps Anon Y. Mous into the AB!
Freddy Whoa: SUBMISSION APPLIED!
Anon Y. Mous quickly taps!
Zach Davis: Burnett walks away with the victory!
The bell sounds. Anon Y. Mous quickly rolls out of the ring, beaten - but not injured.
Freddy Whoa: Anon Y. Mous is a man with a plan, and he can't risk that by taking serious injury. Wins and losses don't mean much to him.
Burnett continues to celebrate as we go to commercial.
Sebastian Knight Segment
Slam cuts backstage where Hank Brown is standing alongside Sebastian Knight in front of a black WCF backdrop. There's a moment lull before Hank finally lifts the mic to his face, turning to face the The Mimic beside him.
Hank Brown: Just want to thank you for the interview before we start, Sebastian. You've proved yourself to be tight-lipped the last time I tried.
For a moment, it looks like Sebastian wasn't going to speak now either, until finally he shrugs.
Sebastian Knight: Never really thought any of your questions were that good.
Hank chuckles awkwardly as he reaches up and stretches the collar around his neck.
Hank Brown: Well, I'll just try to give you some more enticing questions tonight.
It looked like Hank was waiting for a witty retort from The Mimic, who only stands there in a looming silence, a blank look on his face. Coughing twice, Hank recomposes himself.
Hank Brown: You'll soon be stepping in the ring with Ryan Callaghan and FPV tonight with the Television title on the line. Any final thoughts on your opponents before then?
Sebastian Knight: Nope.
Hank Brown: Umm, then do you have anything you'd like to tell the fans about what you'll do should you win the Television title tonight?
Sebastian Knight: Nope.
An awkward pause. Hank coughs again
Hank Brown: Is there anything you'd like to say at all?
Sebastian Knight: Well, I could say something to Adam Burnett while I'm here.
Hank Brown nods, holding the mic closer to Sebastian.
Hank Brown: And what would that be?
Sebastian leans in
Sebastian Knight: Nothing.
Hank nearly drops the microphone in exasperation until he sees the smug grin across the face of Knight, who reaches out and lifts Hank's arm back up so the mic was back in position.
Sebastian Knight: Just screwing with you, Hank. What I meant to say is that Adam Burnett is nothing. I haven't forgotten his gall from last week, even if he's seemed to moved on with his other endeavors.
Hank Brown: I mean, the Alpha title opportunity isn't something to balk at.
Sebastian Knight: Neither am I, yet he disrespected me and just walked away. I just want to make it clear that I haven't forgotten. And he'll get a proper response soon enough.
And with that, Sebastian Knight steps off-camera as Slam cuts back to ringside
Zach Davis: Sebastian Knight doesn't seem to be someone who lets go of off-handed comments. I wonder if Adam Burnett is even aware that Knight still has a grudge against him?
Freddy Whoa: I doubt it. Like Hank said, Adam is focusing on his shot against Jason O'Neal at Rise Up. If Knight was as wise, he'd focus more on own title match tonight and stop worrying about past insults.
Captain Rump vs Adrian Archer
"Ass Man" fills the arena as Captain Rump's titantron appears on the stage. Various clips appear across the stage showing some of Rump's previous matches. The crowd boos as he makes his way out from backstage and into the arena. Captain Rump stands proudly at the entrance wearing his normal attire, which consists of a red and black mask, skin tight full body red spandex, masked by a pair of black briefs, black boots, and black gloves. A black cape wraps around and hangs down a few inches away from the floor. He turns himself around and shakes his massive rump for a few seconds which causes the crowd to boo once more. He smiles at his own action and soaks in the crowd's hateful energy as he makes his way down to the ring. Captain Rump makes his way toward the center of the ring. He removes his cape and drapes it over the nearby corner turnbuckle
Kyle Steel: The following is a one fall to a finish introducing first from El Paso Texas, Captain Rump!
Freddy Whoa: I think with all the captains we have running around nowadays, we should do a captain battle royal.
Zach Davis: Not a bad idea Freddie! Book it Seth.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent from The City of Angels, Adrian Archer!
The lights go out. There is a hush in the crowd. All of a sudden, the Jumbotron at the entranceway lights up with a rotating stylized red Anarchy Symbol that settles to the viewer's left. Letters appear from the darkness in blood red liquid, combining with the symbol to spell "Archer".
A pyro explodes from either side of the entranceway as the song "If Only" by Everlasting Blaze starts to play. As the female vocals start after the brief intro, out walks Adrian Archer. Clad in his wrestling attire, he looks to his right and left at the crowd . He allows a slight smirk to cross his face and starts to walk to the ring. He enters the ring from the steps and plays to the crowd a bit by raising his title into the air, before removing his large red and black leather cloak.
Freddy Whoa: So is that Los Angeles, or is he from heaven? Mean we have a lot of dead guys running around backstage at times.
Zach Davis: Know clue a usual what you're talking about, but Archer was on fire last week as as he qualified and went into the New Year's Bash, only to be eliminated by Thievin Steven.
Freddy Whoa: What's that another fake title in WCF?
Zach Davis: That's his ⅓ title. Archer never technically lost the his part of the trios title when ZT lost the belts. Anyway let's see if he can keep up the momentum tonight as the large Rump and Archer tie up.
Rump pushes Archer back, who stomps right back into another tie up. Rump this time hip tosses Archer, then goes to sit on the lighter man, but Archer rolls out of the way.
Zach Davis: That could've been bad! The near 500 lbs Rump almost made a pancake out of Archer!
Freddy Whoa: With chocolate chips they aren't so bad Zack, And looks like Archer as scooted all way back to the corner.
Zach Davis: I can't tell if Archer is disgusted or frightened or a mix of both as he pulls himself up.
Adrian slides up to the middle turnbuckle, as Rump sits up. Archer sizes up the large man, then nails Rump right in his face with a picture perfect mid rope drop kick. Archer then looks down at the large mass of man, and picks his arm up by a finger.
Zach Davis: It's almost as if Archer is afraid to touch the man.
Freddy Whoa: Have you seen that rear end? If the rest of him smells like that I don't blame Archer I can smell that back side from here Zack.
Archer boots his boots into the side of Rump and pulls on the massive arm, but only holding onto the fingers. Rump takes advantage of this as he rolls over and punches Archer several times before getting to his feet. Rump goes to stomp the agile man, but Archer rolls out of the ring and goes to the bell keeper. He grabs a towel and wipes off his boots.
Zach Davis: Now what's he doing?
Freddy Whoa: If you don't wipe that stench off as soon as possible Zack it’ll seep in. No one wants their glorious boots reeking like Rump for rest their lives.
Zach Davis: OH! But here comes Rump with a running rearview knocking Archer over the barricade!
Rump banters to the crowd as the ref begins his count.
Archer pulls himself up on a female fan's lap as Rump climbs back into the ring.
The smell still lingering on ARcher is too much as he vomits all over the ladies white dress.
Archer wipes his mouth on a clean section of her dress, then climbs back over the barricade as Rump continues to banter and smack his ass.
Archer scales the turnbuckle quickly and once Rump turns around nails him with the Killshot.
Zach Davis: The Killshot just in the nick of time too! But he doesn't go for the pin, what's he up to?
Freddy Whoa: Looks like, yes he is getting the towel!
Archer lays the towel gingerly on the large gut of Rump, the steps a single boot on it.The ref drops down for the count.
Zach Davis: Archer wins, even if he is being a bit ridiculous.
Freddy Whoa: Hey he just cleaned those boots, no need get them soiled again.
The Battle Royal is a thing of the past now as the camera is now drawn backstage into the parking structure adjacent with the arena. An engine revs as a jet black limousine comes to a stop just in front of the lens. After a short pause, the driver emerges; a short black gentleman that looks nothing like Andre Holmes.
Freddy Whoa: I love these video-feeds, it’s like every Corporation segment in nineteen ninety-nine.
Zach Davis: Vince loved that suspense pop.
The driver wastes little time before he opens the back door wide and holds it in place. David Sanchez steps out of the vehicle, his Final Destination briefcase clutched in a death grip as he straightens his purple tie with the other hand. For a moment, he stretches out his arms and legs; feeling the fatigue of a five star, fifteen minute journey from the airport bar.
Freddy Whoa: David Sanchez, ladies and gentlemen.
Zach Davis: He won Final Destination folks, after what Logan did. Flash is going to want to know where this man is every minute of every day. I assume that’s why we’re recording him arriving?
Freddy Whoa: I guess so; the segments are really going downhill lately.
Zach Davis: Needs more pointless DRG sketch--- WAIT!
The commentator is cut off mid-sentence as Sanchez takes a few steps forwards, seemingly energized. As he does so however, a second man steps out of the limousine door. The camera pans around just far in enough to see Steven Singh; a sly smile on the number one contender’s face as he follows suit and straightens his tie.
Freddy Whoa: This… What does this mean?
Zach Davis: Uber double-booked?
Singh quickens his step, his portion of the Tag-Team Championship gold glimmering under the floodlights in the parking structure. He buffs the plate, and catches up to Sanchez, the two men now seen to be talking although the feed has no sound. Before a new camera can keep pace with the two men, the video changes and a screenshot advertising the next match is shown.
Udy vs Stalker vs Skywalker
Zach Davis: Our next match is about to begin.
Freddy Whoa: Udy is already in the ring.
Zach Davis: Udy looks bored, as he leans against the corner.
The arena goes dark.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go...
A loud gong echoes, as mist and a thick fog rolls out. Creepy music begins as StalKer, wearing a long black trench coat, begins to slowly walk down the entrance ramp...
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Salisbury, Maryland... Weighing in at two hundred and ninety eight pounds... STALKER!!!
Stalker walks into the ring and stares right at Udy.
Zach Davis: Stalker is already trying to get the upper edge, over Udy.
"Lights, Cameras, Action" by Mr. Cheeks starts playing as multicolored laser lights fly around the entrance and a video package of Skywalker in action from around the world starts playing. Out steps Skywalker and Andy decked out slick. Skywalker looks over at Andy then bust out into dance ending with a DAB! Andy heads towards the ring with Skywalker dancing and shaking hands with the fans all the way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: From Detroit, Michigan... Weighing two hundred and five pounds... Skywalker!!
Skywalker climbs the ring steps and climbs up to the top rope. He starts clapping his hands and the fans get into it right before he does a forward flip, into the ring, landing on his feet.
Crowd: Skywalker!! Skywalker!! Skywalker!! Skywalker!!
Zach Davis: And this match is underway.
Udy charges Stalker.
Zach Davis: Udy charged at Stalker, but The Man of the Undead just kicked the snot out of the face of Udy!!
The impact of the kick caused Udy to flip backwards over the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Udy hit the ringside mats hard!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Stalker looks at his handwork, as Skywalker gently walks on the top ring rope.
Zach Davis: Stalker doesn't realize he's being stalked by Skywalker.
Freddy Whoa: Springboard Plancha!!
Zach Davis: HEY!! Udy just pulled Skywalker out of the ring. Udy covers Stalker.
Stalker pushes Udy off, flying halfway across the ring. Skywalker grabs Udy...
Freddy Whoa: Gutwrench Suplex!!
Zach Davis: Udy down!!
Freddy Whoa: Skywalker down!! Stalker came from behind, nailing Skywalker!!
The Man from the Undead picks up Skywalker...
Zach Davis: DDT from Stalker!!
Stalker climbs to the top turnbuckle...
Freddy Whoa: Flying elbow!!
Stalker picks up Skywalker...
Zach Davis: Skywalker nails Stalker with enziguiri!!
Freddy Whoa: SUPER KICK!!
Zach Davis: That super kick had no effects on Stalker!!!
Freddy Whoa: BOOT TO THE FACE!!
Stalker then grabs Udy...
Zach Davis;: TOMBSTONE PILE-DRIVER!!
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... Stalker!!
Zach Davis: This was one interesting match. Poor Udy!!
Freddy Whoa: Yea... Whatever!!
Television Title Match
Sebastian Knight vs Ryan O'Callaghan vs FPV
Freddy Whoa: There’s an event this week here in WCF so you know what that means, Zach!
Zach Davis: Dementia for all? You’ve gotta show up? A four hour podcast?
Freddy Whoa: What? I have no idea what you’re talking about sometimes. And no! That means the TV Title has got to be defended!
"Guardians at the Gate" by Audiomachine fills the arena via the PA system as Sebastian Knight steps through the curtain with a noticeable lack of theatrics. His gait was focused as he moved down the entrance ramp, ignoring the calls and jeers the closest fans tossed at him, while the music increased intensity around him. Once at ringside, Knight uses the steel steps to climb onto the apron. He grabs onto the top rope and lifts his leg to step through, before hesitating a moment. He finally acknowledges the crowd, panning the sea of faces for a brief moment. The chorus kicks in, and Knight completes his entrance into the ring, moving to the corner with his focus turned inward once more. The music fades out a few moments later as Knight waits, stony-faced, for the match to begin.
"Jailhouse" by Sublime plays as Rocco comes out and panders to the crowd. He tries to get to as many fans as possible as he makes his way to the ring. He then slides under the bottom rope and holds his arms out wide while spinning around taking in the majesty of it all.
Freddy Whoa: These two young and hungry up and comers have a GREAT shot tonight to make their mark early!
Zach Davis: Yeah but they’re up against a former World 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.
"FRANK PATRICK VENABLE"
The crowd explodes in applause as "True North" hits the P.A and Frank Patrick Venable finally makes his entrance, dressed in a dark red hoodie and wrestling tights, ready for a fight. He runs down to the ring at an almost inhuman speed, sliding into the ring from underneath the bottom rope. He panders to the always appreciative crowd before removing his hoodie and entering his corner, waiting for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: All three men are in the ring, ready to go as the referee holds up the Television Title to the crowd and--
Zach Davis: Sebastian Knight with an elbow strike to the temple of the champ! FPV goes down hard!
Freddy Whoa: And now he’s barking at the referee to ring the bell who, for whatever reason, just obliges him. I guess this one’s underway!
Rocco comes running towards Knight but is met with a deep arm drag. Rocco back up and then back down with another arm drag. The third time and Knight hangs on, locking his opponent into an armbar. Rocco to his knees looking to escape but Knight steps over, turning it into a seated armbar and wrenching it tight. Rocco begins to somersault out of the hold but just as does FPV clotheslines Knight to the mat. Rocco and FPV both back to their feet and FPV looks for a dropkick which gets sidestepped by Rocco. Before FPV makes it completely vertical, Rocco drops him with a DDT. Rocco begins to put the boots to FPV who is rolling towards the ropes to get out of the fray.
Freddy Whoa: Like I said, these two are young and hungry!
As FPV hits the floor outside, Rocco slaps the top rope as the crowd pops for the young man. Just as he turns around though, Knight is waiting with a lungblower for his troubles. Knight gets Rocco back up, and then drops him back down with a vertical suplex which Knight floats over into a cross arm breaker. Before he can even really get it locked in, the champ comes flying back in with a springboard double foot stomp to Knight’s chest.
Freddy Whoa: Fist drop to Rocco! Fist drop to Knight! Fist drop to Rocco! First drop to Knight!
Zach Davis: I HERD U LIEK FIST DROPS!
The crowd is going nuts because they really, really do liek fist drops. FPV with a cover on Rocco.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout by Rocco!
FPV quickly turns his attention over to Sebastian Knight and picks him up but as he’s doing so, Knight catches him offguard with a small package.
Freddy Whoa: Small package! One! Two! Three!
Zach Davis: TWO! The referee says it was at two when Rocco made it over to break up the pin! FPV almost got caught sleeping there and lost his TV Title!
Knight and FPV both up to their feet; Knight with a rear waistlock on FPV. Rocco shoves them both from behind and FPV tumbles through the middle rope, onto the apron. Rocco irish whips Knight off the far ropes who comes back with a big clothesline, ducked under by Rocco. Knight is met with a nasty springboard dropkick right under his chin from FPV. FPV take a run at Rocco but is met with a drop toe hold, bouncing the champ’s face off the mat. Rocco is quick off the ropes and pops FPV with a low dropkick to the face. He picks up the champ and whips him into the corner.
Zach Davis: Rocco charging in with a splash but FPV meets him with a big boot to the face.
Freddy Whoa: Knight is back up and comes at the champ but is i also met with a boot!
FPV pops himself up onto the second rope and waits for Knight to come running back at him. As Knight does, FPV flips over him with a blockbuster but he’s caught at the same time by Rocco with a powerbomb.
Freddy Whoa: My gawd! Did you see that?!
Zach Davis: Of course I saw it, Freddy I’m right here! What the hell was it!
Freddy Whoa: I’m not sure, but I’ll take seconds! O’Callaghan hooks Knight’s leg!
Freddy Whoa: NO! The champ isn’t having it! He breaks up the pin!
The Champ gets Roc back up and drops him with a vertical suplex and then a snap leg drop.
Freddy Whoa: The Duster! Sebastian Knight is back up and met with a kick to the stomach. FPV pulls him in for another vertical suplex!
Before tossing his opponent’s arm over his neck, FPV looks around to the crowd cheering him on. He lifts Knight high into the air but Knight shifts his weight and comes down behind the champ. And he’s looking for a dragon sleeper!
Zach Davis: He’s trying to lock on the GKK!
FPV is trying to fight it off but appears to be losing the battle. As he falls backwards, Roc is up and hustles over, slapping an armbar on the fading champion.
Freddy Whoa: FPV is starting to lose it! He’s got two submission maneuvers locked onto him and he’s now on his back!
Zach Davis: FPV IS OUT! The referee is checking him and I think he’s out! This one’s over!
Both men are ecstatic, thinking they’re about to win the TV title. They suddenly lock eyes and realize they can’t share this victory.
Zach Davis: O’Callaghan is kicking Knight in the face trying to get him to let go of the dragon sleeper!
Freddy Whoa: And Knight is trying to fight them off while taking swings at Roc!
The scrum between the other two allows FPV enough space to wriggle free of both their holds. All three men struggle back to their feet, pantig.
Zach Davis: This one has been non-stop!
Freddy Whoa: FPV fires off what brought him to the dance - BOOM! HEADSHOT!
FPV connects with O'Callaghan! He turns to Knight!
Zach Davis: BOOM! HEADSHOT! - Wait, did he connect?
Freddy Whoa: He must have! Knight flies over the top!
FPV drops down, pinning O'Callaghan!
Zach Davis: FPV RETAINS!
NO!, Knight pulls FPV out of the ring before the pin hits three. He quickly swings his elbow at the unsuspecting Champ.
Freddy Whoa: POI! You were right, Zach - the Superkick didn't connect, Knight just acted like it did and jumped out of the ring to get himself in a position to surprise FPV!
Knight scurries into the ring and pins O'Callaghan, who is out.
Zach Davis: We... WE'VE GOT A NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: UNBELIEVABLE!
FPV looks up from outside the ring, heartbroken. Sebastian Knight is handed the Television Title.
Zach Davis: What.. what does this mean for XIII?
Freddy Whoa: Sebastian Knight said that he learned from his Triple Threat scenario last week and he has proven that so!
FPV begins heading to the back as the crowd continues to boo.
Zach Davis: See you after the break-
NO! STALKER out of nowhere begins attacking Rocco as he was heading to the back!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?
Stalker hits a vicious flurry of strikes to Rocco's head before launching him into the guardrail. He then runs at him and Clotheslines him into the guardrail. Rocco slumps down and Stalker follows up by running at him and hitting a stiff knee right to his face!, crushing his head between the knee and cold metal.
Zach Davis: Well.... things are apparently heating up between Stalker and Rocco here... What an assault.
Freddy Whoa: I imagine there will be hell to pay.
Dag Riddik/Lilith vs Kidd Krazzy/Teddy Blaze
Kyle Steel: This next match is a tag team competition. Introducing first, Teddddddyyyy Blllllllllaaaaaazzee!!
The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat echoes throughout the arena, signalling the arrival 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 his opponent 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.
Zach Davis: All four members in this match are involved with the internet title in one way or another at Rise Up.
Freddy Whoa: That they are Zach, One on each team is in the title match or number one contender match for that great title around Teddy's waist.
Kyle Steel: And his Partner from the Brotherhood, Kidddddd Krrrraaaazzzzzzzzzy!!!!!!!!!
The Pokemon theme blares throughout the arena, as Teddy Blaze awaits his partner. After a few minutes A masked Kidd pops up from a compartment under the ramp area. He is wearing a white and gold Teo de Sol mask, Along with a red cape. He runs to the ring tossing Otaku Weekly magazines to the crowd. Upon reaching the Ring, he slides in and gives Teddy a less awkward hug then Zombie McMorris did last week.
Zach Davis: Interesting entrance as usual from the kid who could become number one contender at Rise Up for his partners title.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents introducing first, Dagvald Riddik!
Heil Odin by Burzum, plays as Dag marches down to the ring, Yelling at the kids in the front row dressed as Pinkie pie and Rainbow Dash. He slides in the ring and is met by Kidd who hands him a Otaku Weekly. Dag rips the magazine to bits and throws it in Kidd’s face.
The house lights go down as colorful 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 A Pinkie Pie cosplay complete with Bronie ears. Lilith proceeds to methodically skip down to the ring holding a teddy bear head in her hand as the crowd looks on confused.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 132 pounds.... she is LILITH!!!
Lilith climbs into the ring and blows Kidd a kiss then winks at Teddy Blaze before throwing the teddy bear head into the crowd.
Zach Davis: This crowd is as stunned as Kidd Krazzy and we are! We all thought Lilith was sleeping with the sharks after what Oblivion did to her!
Freddy Whoa: Maybe it was a Lilith bot?
Zach Davis: What?
Freddy Whoa: Oh um, nothing Kidd loaned me some Fantastic Four comics so been reading them.
Zach Davis: Well, looks like Teddy Blaze and Dag are going start this contest.
Freddy Whoa: And Kidd Still looks in shock as he stares at Lilith in disbelief.
Dag goes for a tie up, but Teddy ducks it and hits dags right thigh with a series of kicks. Dag swings at the champ, and misses again. Teddy takes him down with a drop kick. Teddy does a quick taunt before nailing a shining wizard as Dag attempts to get up.
Zach Davis: The champ is on fire early on in this match!
Freddy Whoa: Yes but Teddy and Kidd didn't do the team building exercises that Lilith and Dag did before the match! I have word that's what Lilith was up to as she played dead.
Teddy goes for a springboard moonsault, but Dags rolls out of the way. Dag gets a tag to Lilith and Teddy crawls to tag Kidd.
Zach Davis: Kidd seems frozen like he is staring at a ghost, Teddy is reaching up for a Tag but Kidd doesn't see it.
Freddy Whoa: Yea Kidd’s gonna cost Teddy this match just like everyone though Zach!
Zach Davis: No one thought that Freddy! Kidd watched her die!
Lilith has Teddy up into a Royal butterfly slam. She then slowly pins Teddy.
Freddy Whoa: No, Teddy manages to get his shoulder up just in time!
Teddy kicks out and fires a series punches to get back to his feet.
Zach Davis: Teddy firing back, Gets to his feet whips Lilith into the ropes! Hits her square in the face with a leg lariat!
Freddy Whoa: Teddy looks to tag in Kidd Krazzy, but appears Kidd won't tag yet again. What? Why does he have his hands covering his crotch?
The camera zooms in and you can hear Teddy yell what the hell man? Kidd responds I can't wrestle chicks, man! Lilith slides up behind Teddy for a roll up.
Teddy kicks out, and retaliates with a drop kick.
Freddy Whoa: What's he mean he can't wrestle chicks!? That's what he is getting paid for!
Teddy gives Kidd a WTF look then drops a leg on Lilith. Teddy goes to the apron.
Zach Davis: Teddy looking to set up the The Habanero High Dive! Oh! But Dag just hit him with a running elbow!
Lilith gets the tag, Dag comes in and and suplexes Kidd into the ring. Dag proceeds to stomp the boy in the mask. Teddy slides in and nails Dag with a hurricanrana as Kidd crawls out of the ring. Teddy yells he’s a guy can you fight him! As he smacks Kidd’s chest for the tag.
Zach Davis: Well Teddy is right Dag is not a woman, and Kidd rushes him, ducks a forearm and rebounds off the ropes. Hurracanrana!
Freddy Whoa: Now what's he doing?
Kidd pulls a pokeball out of his pocket and throws it at Dag, who blinks and angrily rushes Kidd. Kidd goes for a Codebreaker but Dag catches him...
Zach Davis: SOCIETAL COLLAPSE!
Kidd rolls out of the ring. Teddy slingshots in to attack Dag but Dag sensed him coming and catches him too...
Freddy Whoa: SOCIETAL COLLAPSE! AGAIN!
Dag drops down and pins the Internet Champ.
Zach Davis: DAG WINS IT! DAG PINNED THE CHAMP!
Blaze rolls out of the ring. Instead of celebrating, Dag slides out of the ring too and slams Teddy Blaze into the barricade as Lilith slides out and takes the top steps apart. Dag drags Teddy over to the steps and drapes his upper body over the lower step portion as Lilith places the top step portion on Teddies back. Dag holds the steps in place as Lilith climbs the turnbuckle and lands a double stomp to crushing the man in between the steps.
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD!!!
Zach Davis: Teddy Blaze has been broken in half! Someone needs to stop this! The match is over damnit!
Dag slides back into the ring picks up Kidd and locks a full nelson in on the teen as Lilith bounces up onto the apron and jumps into the ring laughing right into Kidds face.
Zach Davis: Stop this! Stop it Lilith! You crazy fu---
Freddy Whoa: ZACH!!!
Lilith smacks Kidd a few times to stir him, then points to the ramp. Eerie music fills the arena as a redheaded woman dressed in a shrouding tattered black and moss colored floor length overcoat, struggles to push a wheelbarrow filled with an obese man. She gets it to the ring and dumps the man into the ring, followed by rolling into the ring herself.
Zach Davis: Oh my god who is this woman and why does she have a bloody unconscious Zander Hobb’s in a wheelbarrow? The man looks like his head was caved in by some blunt instrument.
Freddy Whoa: Who the hell is Zander Hobbs?
Zach Davis: Kidd Krazzys best friend in the Brotherhood. He lives with Kidd. Don't you watch the promos?!
Back in the ring Lilith grabs hold of Kidd’s face and points at Zander.
Lilith: You see this, James?! You see that fat piece of shit out there?! I want you to watch him, I want you to watch him real good and know one thing, okay?! What is about to happen is COMPLETELY your fault! Why couldn't you just listen to me?! You stupid son of a bitch!!!
The redhead takes out an Oblivion mask and straps it to the unconscious Zander, then she proceeds to beat the living hell out of him. After a few minutes of beating him the redhead crawls over the large man, then with Lilith's help rolls him over, and climbs on his back grasping his large arm. She nails him with a grounded hammerlock inverted armbreaker, and you can hear the arm snap. She rolls off and crawls over hugging Lilith's leg and grinning up at her.
Freddy Whoa: She… oh my god! She just broke his arm! That redhead just broke his damn arm! Someone get out here and stop this damn assault god damnit all to hell!
Lilith steps back over to Kidd, who by now is barely conscious still in Dags submission hold and whispers something to Kidd, then much more forcefully than last time kisses him before hitting him with an extremely hard DDT spiking him into the mat. The crimson haired woman jumps up into the ring and floats over the cosplayer, grabbing his arm.
Zach Davis: NO! NO! NO! She’s going to break Kidd’s arm!
The woman nails the grounded hammerlock inverted armbreaker on Kidd, and the all too familiar sound of bone snapping can be heard by shocked crowd even in the cheap seats. The two women slide from the ring and walk up the ramp laughing maniacally as Dagvald Riddik, Internet title in hand looks down at Kidd Krazzy clutching his arm.
Dag Riddik: Tonight, Teddy, I hope you took the hint. At Rise Up, you will drop the title to Lilith, or I'll do this all over again, but I won't go so easy on you. As for you, Kidd, I have a strange feeling you won't even be turning up. Enjoy the broken arm, pony faggot.
Freddy Whoa: I can't believe what we just witnessed. Lilith, Dag Riddik and the mysterious redhead just destroyed all three of these men! Are they working together?!
Zach Davis: What the hell do you think, Freddy?!
Freddy Whoa: I… Ummmmmm… yeah. Well, I know one thing, The Brotherhood definitely can not no sell this. I have a feeling this is far from over!
Zach Davis: Unfortuently I think you're right… folks we’ll be right back after this break… we’re going to need some medical assistance out here…
Trios Titles Match
Andre Holmes/CJ Phoenix/Dion Necurat vs Wade Moor/Johnny Rabid/Jared Holmes
The Wells Fargo Arena has once again been sold out especially from last week’s amazing Sunday Night Slam. Philadelphia might be the only location where fanatic wrestling fans can just sit down and enjoy an amazing show. The next match features #BeachKrew officially having their first defenses of the Trios Championship tonight against Dion Necurat, CJ Phoenix and Andre Holmes. The cameras cut to Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis behind the commentary table.
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Sunday Night Slam! We are now at the match where the WCF Trios Championships are on the line. #Beachkrew’s Wade Moor, Jared Holmes and Johnny Rabid will be having their first defense against Andre Holmes, CJ Phoenix and Dion Necurat!
Zach Davis: May I just say that this match could potentially be match of the night? We have so much talent riding on the match especially with the WCF Trios Championships on the line. Now although they have strong opponents, I have to give this to #BeachKrew! They took out Zero Tolerance at One!
Freddy Whoa: Their opponents have said that even though they have never met each other on the same page, they will put everything aside to defeat possibly the greatest stable to ever be in WCF.
Zach Davis: If they manage to pull that off, I can’t fathom the words to say. Let’s not hold the viewers back any longer and get right into the WCF Trios Championship Match!
The cameras now switch back to show Kyle Steel standing in the center of the ring. Wearing that signature black Tuxedo while holding a microphone under his chin as he receives the cue from the production team to begin with the introductions of the match.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a Trios match scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF Trios Championship!
“Domination” by Symphony X is the first of many entrance music to play around the Wells Fargo Arena. Dion Necurat is the first man to walk out from the stage alongside his personal Centurion Guards spreading his arms wide as they all march in such theatrical fashion. He stands on the stage addressing the crowd that he is ready to become a champion while the Guards line up to protect him from the fans.
He walks down the entrance path accompanied by the Centurion guards well prepared for the match. Completely ready and confident that he will win. Dion is wearing pure white Spartan pants, custom made goat hide black shoes along lion pelt over his shoulders like a cape. Upon meeting the apron, Dion hops onto the apron before turning around to raise his right arm in the fans, unanimously cheering with the fans.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota! At six feet, five inches tall, weighing in at 270 pounds. He is “The Crimson Gladiator” Dion Necurat!
Inside the center of the ring, Dion raises a Valyrian steel sword with gold coins raining down above him. The crowd all get off their seats and chant the legendary words of his honor to stand side by side with their golden warrior. Once his music fades, he takes refuge in his corner while the guards return backstage leaving the crowd to be heard chanting his name.
Freddy Whoa: Can’t deny a man for representing his heritage. Dion Necurat is looking to do the Brotherhood justice by bringing in another championship into the stable.
Zach Davis: Dion Necurat says that this match will be his shining moment and no better way to show that The Brotherhood is stronger than #BeachKrew.
“Re-Education Through Labor” by Rise Against takes after this the crowd starts cheering again. CJ Phoenix comes out after the cameras pan around the arena then shifts their focus on the former WCF Alpha Champion walking from each side of the stage getting the crowd pumped. CJ stands center stage expanding his arms out enjoying the praise from the crowd until sprinting down the entrance path to the ring.
He just zooms down the entrance path passing the fans behind the barricades by. Fire emerges from the stage cued by his sprint down the ring then the lights return back to normal once the pyro is over. CJ is wearing a black T-shirt with a golden cross on the front with the word "FOR" written inside the cross horizontally and "GOD" written vertically with the "O" in the middle of the cross to connect both words as well as golden angel wings on the back. Black pants with gold flames at the bottom. Black shoes with gold stripes.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the second member! Hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisiana! At six feet, 205 pounds. He is CJ Phoenix!
Phoenix slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He gets up then quickly runs into his team’s corner hopping onto the middle rope before expanding his arms out again to the welcoming Philadelphia crowd in the Wells Fargo Arena. His entrance music fades away and CJ leaps down from the middle turnbuckle to discuss gameplans with his partner, Dion Necurat.
Zach Davis: The former WCF Alpha Champion CJ Phoenix has been chosen to team along with Dion Necurat and Andre Holmes. Defeating #BeachKrew and adding the WCF Trios Championship to his career would put this man back on the radar in that locker room.
Freddy Whoa: No kidding. Having a win over #BeachKrew early in your career along taking those titles off their shoulders means such a huge momentum push in your matches.
A very well know guitar riff cues all the lights to shut off allowing grey video clips of Andre preparing backstage. “Relentless” by New Years Day cues the lights to flash and dance everywhere around the Wells Fargo Arena. Andre Holmes walks out to center stage with the spotlight emerging over him as that black leather hoodie covers his head only revealing his intimidating face to the Philly audience.
Andre marches down to the entrance path ignoring the fans who stretch their arms out to touch him from behind the barricades. The lyrics “Tear Me Down, It Won’t Build You Up…” reclaims the song into the chorus where Andre assumes that lone wolf stance to release a primal scream in the air. The lights return back to normal along with fireworks emerging from the stage simultaneously in a single line fashion.
Wearing a simple black, and red design underwear with a long sleeve black arm wear covering his right forearm with "Holmes" engraved in red across it. His MMA gloves sponsored by tap-out representing his striking background. Along with that, "Relentless" is tattooed down his spine, and his black knee pads are custom-made with his insignia of his graphically designed initials on each pad. Finally, his leg padding covers the lower part of his legs, and his boots are striped in red, and black together.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their final member! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
Andre climbs onto the apron then steps onto the middle turnbuckle outside of the ropes. Smoke arises from below to cover his body in it with a spotlight shining behind him to give that visual effect of his silhouette. He then hops over the top rope into the ring where his music fades and all lights return to normal. No words or even eye contact is shared with his partners. Just waiting for his opponents.
Freddy Whoa: The former double reigning champion, Andre Holmes, was successful last week in his qualifier against his team mates CJ Phoenix and Dion Necurat. He came up short but with his impressive performance, Seth Lerch managed to group him together believing he is the key in winning the Trios Titles for Dion and CJ.
Zach Davis: Andre stated that he is fixated on getting back the WCF Hardcore Championship believing he was disrespected and robbed by Seth from the Mexico Incident.
“Aqua-Berry Dolphin” by Pantheon Remix Industries takes over the surround sound system of the Wells Fargo Arena. Like a true stable, each member of #BeachKrew assigned for this match comes out from the backstage area with the Trios Championship belts around their waist. Johnny Rabid, Wade Moor and Jared Holmes all stands on the center stage posing for the surprisingly booing crowd of Philadelphia.
The three men wall walk down to the ring wearing the #BeachKrew apparel and gear. Lights flashing around the arena in blue and purple color fashion. Johnny meddles with some of the fans, Wade walks down the entrance path with his arms spread while Jared Holmes is behind him focused on tearing all three of his opponents in the ring apart limb from limb.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents! They are the WCF Trios Champions: Jared Holmes, Johnny Rabid, and Wade Moor! #Beachkrew!
Yes, they are here and they are the champions. All three men are inside the ring removing their belts from around their waists and raising it high for all the members in the audience to witness. They even take a few moments to patronize their opponents but the referee ensures no bullshit will be happening on his watch. With the music fades away, he takes the belts to raise them. Andre Holmes and Johnny Rabid will be starting off.
Freddy Whoa: They are the current WCF Trios Champions and they deserve it after a great performance on defeating Zero Tolerance at ONE. Tonight they all had very strong words about their opponents so let’s see if they can back it up by having their first official defense tonight.
Zach Davis: No one can deny the talent and commodity #BeachKrew has in the WCF. They even dominated the show so much, WCF had to give them their own PPV. Just goes to show how well this stable did in WCF and now Trios Champions? Good luck to the contenders because this match is now underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Rabid and Holmes birth circle the ring respectively. Andre using more of that Kickboxing footwork while Johnny wants to get in close to utilize his technical wrestling. Both men are locked in together although Johnny pushes Andre back into an unoccupied corner. Brushing his hands across his face to get that disrespectful side of him in but the referee already gets to counting.
He stepped back with his hands raised according to the referee’s command. A quick slap into the face of Andre leaves him stunned while Wade and Jared start clapping for their team mate. Andre rubs his chin then looks at Johnny who is offering him to get into the center of the ring with again. All his opponent could do is smile and follow his request to repeat the lock up.
Freddy Whoa: Brutal slap into Andre’s jaw. You don’t ever want to upset a man like that but maybe that is apart of their game plan? Andre’s anger has always cost him the win before in past matches of his career.
Both men are back in the center of the ring locking up in that collar and elbow tie up. However, Andre breaks fist then immediately fires a rapid right elbow into the cheek of Johnny following up with a Spinning Back Kick into his ribs knocking him onto his knees. He attempts to go for a Roundhouse Kick into the skull but Rabid ducks under it and rolls back into the ropes for protection.
Andre wants to continue the onslaught but the referee holds him back. Johnny shoots off the ropes and kicks his opponent into the ribs pretty hard knocking him a step back. He holds onto the right arm of his opponent before launching him into the ropes; Off the rebound, Johnny knocks Andre down into the canvas spine first with only his sheer weight of a Shoulder Block.
Running to the ropes at the side, Andre twists over onto his chest. Johnny hops over it letting Andre get back onto his feet who immediately stops him in his tracks with a Dropkick into the chest. Both men land down onto the canvas and get back up at the same time but unfortunately for Johnny, he gets Arm Dragged into the canvas once again with the momentum throwing him back up to his feet in his team’s corner.
Zach Davis: Oh! Andre Holmes utilizing his speed and technical wrestling. Mixing them together to put Johnny Rabid under a lot of pressure but now he’s made the tag to Dion Necurat!
Dion gets inside the ring leaving Andre to take his place on the apron. He lights up Rabid’s chest with a couple of chops into the chest then holds down on the right arm to throw him into the ropes. Upon the rebound, Johnny ducks under a right arm then rebounds off the ropes again to leap up and spin around to his back putting him down on the canvas with a Slingblade.
Freddy Whoa: Slingblade by Johnny Rabid and here is the pin attempt!
Dion kicks out leaving Rabid to drag him down in his team’s corner. The tag is made and Jared Holmes steps inside the ring with Johnny. Both men pick Dion off the canvas before lifting him up in the air vertically in a Double Suplex position then smacking his back off the canvas. Rabid leaves out to the apron while Jared stays in the ring pounding Dion’s forehead with his fists.
Zach Davis: A kick out before the two was made but now Dion is in serious trouble. You never want to be stuck in the corner of #BeachKrew because they are just a well oiled machine on breaking down their opponents.
Both men are back up on their feet and Jared is working on that chin of his opponent by striking it over and over again with back to back European Uppercuts. He lifts Dion off the mat then holds him upside down before planting him down on his spine again with the Scoop Slam. Following that powerhouse move with a Snap Elbow Drop into his exposed chest again.
He drags him into the corner but then sees Andre leaning against the ropes in his corner. Jared screams out a few harsh insults already infuriating Andre to get into the ring but is held back by the ropes. There all members of #BeachKrew start stomping him out in the corner. When the referee turns back, it’s almost as if nothing happened. Jared helps him up again then throws him into the ropes.
Crowd: DION! DION! DION! DION! DION! DION!
Dion ducks under a potential right arm that could have been a Lariat then rebounds off the ropes straight back into his opponent. He lifts up his right foot and Big Boots the Six God straight down into the canvas from the hellacious impact on his chin. Wade and even Rabid turn their eyes from the clapping sound of foot to skin until the tag is made where CJ Phoenix gets inside the ring.
Zach Davis: Hellacious Big Boot from Dion taking down Jared Holmes in the process! CJ has been tagged in and is helping Jared back to his feet.
Phoenix throws a couple forearms into the ribs of Jared to bend him over. Taking the head under his own pit, he twists around their bodies to be back to back before snapping down onto the canvas with a great Neckbreaker. The impact of the landing is rough but Jared sits up on the canvas until getting pushed down into the mat for the first pin attempt of the contending Trios team.
Holmes kicks out of the pin attempt leaving Phoenix pissed off. He gets back up to his feet again and goes into a corner where he leans down measuring up Jared to get up. When he does, Phoenix explodes from the corner in an attempt to squash Jared in the opposing one; However, Wade comes to the aid of Jared pulling him out of the way.
Phoenix slams into the turnbuckles chest first while Wade is tagged into the match. When Phoenix turns around, he gets lifted off the canvas onto Wade’s shoulder until being slammed onto the canvas spine first in a devastating High-Impact Spinebuster. The impact almost has CJ’s head whiplashing off the canvas. He turns CJ onto his chest then immediately locks in the Camel Clutch. Hands clasped under his chin to pull his head back and contort his spine all the way back.
Zach Davis: Holy crap! What a Spinebuster! That Spinebuster almost knocked out CJ and now Wade is adding in more disrespect by applying a technical Camel Clutch.
Andre and Dion are on the apron of their corners egging for CJ to fight back. The moment they offer some support, Rabid and Jared knock them both off the aprons. All four men who are illegal are brawling on the outside. Johnny tosses Dion into the barricade while Andre tackles Jared into the apron spine first. Inside the ring, Wade is still having that submission lock almost choking out CJ.
Freddy Whoa: It’s an all out brawl at ringside! Johnny Rabid just tossed Dion Necurat into the ring steps while Andre just clotheslined Jared down into the mat. Now CJ is fighting against the submission!
CJ is managing to overpower Wade by breaking his arms off his knees. He is getting back up to his feet along with Wade then fires back to back elbows straight into his head to release the submission. Wade spins around and Discus Clothesline his right arm down the back of his head. CJ lands down on the canvas face first almost out of it while Wade goes for the pin attempt.
The pin is broken by Andre who got in the ring just in time to break the pin. However, following inside is Johnny and Jared who slide after him to start beating him down with stomps and punches. When they get up and turn around, both men are thrown out of the ring through a Double Clothesline by the rampaging Dion who is pissed about being double teamed from earlier.
Zach Davis: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! WHERE THE HELL IS THIS COMING FROM DION?!
Dion rests for a little but then turns around to see Wade destroying his ribs from the inside out with a full impact Spear. Necurat crashes down onto the outside mat next to Rabid with CJ sat down in the corner. Seeing the opportunity, Wade gets back up to his feet then charges from one end of the ring into CJ to flip forward and Cannonball the momentum of his weight to crush him in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: CANNONBALL!!! WADE MOOR HAS DESTROYED CJ PHOENIX WITH THE CANNONBALL!
CJ rolls out of the ring leaving Wade to get back up in the corner. With his back turned against the turnbuckles, Andre appears from the ashes to Yakuza Kick his chin in the corner. Wade slumps through the ropes dropping into the crowded ringside area while Andre looks around the entire arena like a madman. He exits right out to the apron then climbs up all the way to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: No! No! We’ve seen this so many times! He’s going for it!
Andre leaps backwards off the top rope to flip into a 450 Motion. He crash lands on every athlete at ringside thus landing a Phoenix Splash to every wrestler outside. A wreckage of bodies and amazing talent is left down at ringside trying their best to get back up. The fatigue and pain is just too overwhelming that even the referee is checking on each competitor to see if they can continue.
Zach Davis: Every wrestler is left down on the canvas especially after that amazing Phoenix Splash. The Deadline Trap is complete but now it is time for the end. Andre has tossed back Wade Moor while entering into the ring himself. Wait, are we having a standoff?
Wade Moor and Andre Holmes are both men standing up in the ring again after minutes have passed to regain their composure. Johnny Rabid and Jared Holmes slide into the ring to accompany Wade at both sides while Dion Necurat and CJ Phoenix find enough strength to make it back into the ring. All three men of each team are staring each other down, ready to give it all they got for this final moment of the championship match.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
No one expected what happened next. A quick Roundhouse Kick meets the chin of Dion throwing him back into the canvas once again and that was kick was from Andre Holmes.
Freddy Whoa: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!
Zach Davis: NO, THIS IS A TRIOS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! ANDRE ENOUGH!
CJ never had time to react but Andre quickly grabbed him by both the head and the tights. He launched him straight into Wade Moor who nearly took his head off with a Broseidon Punch instantly taking him out off the match. Andre Holmes walks around the carcassess laid out by all four men and to the crowd’s disliking, all #Beachkrew members pat him on the back giving him their approval. Andre doesn’t say anything, he just nods at Rabid to complete it.
Zach Davis: This was their plan all along?! Wait, what the fuck is going on? I don’t understand any of this!
Freddy Whoa: I...I...I don’t know what to say.
Andre barely helps up Dion Necurat before spinning him around into Rabid who holds him down by the right arm. Back to back, he holds onto that right arm from behind before spinning Dion around to duck under the that same right arm. He lifts his body around his in a Spinning Headscissors before flipping him over in a Canadian Destroyer spiking him on the top of his head!
Zach Davis: RIP-CHORD KINGDOM DESTROYER! DION MIGHT BE OUT AND ANDRE HOLMES IS JUST SITTING ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE WATCHING THIS HAPPEN!
Jared takes the pin and starts doing the Diamond Push Ups on top of Dion Necurat.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and STILL THE WCF Trios Champions, #BeachKrew!
Johnny Rabid, Wade Moor and Jared Holmes all receive their championship belts and raise them high in the center of the ring. They all hug each other, give each other high fives then turn around to applaud Andre Holmes who is sat on the top turnbuckle of his corner looking pissed off as ever. When they leave the ring, Andre gets off the top rope looking at Dion and CJ trying to get up.
Freddy Whoa: Andre, what have you done? Why are you doing this?
CJ is the first one to try and get up but immediately gets Thrust Kicked in the jaw. Knocked down onto the canvas face first without any chance of getting back up again. In the meantime, Dion is standing on his knees wondering why Andre betrayed but Andre slowly turns around giving him the bird. Flipping him off before Thrust Kicking him in the chin to knock him down on the mat for good.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU ANDRE! FUCK YOU ANDRE! FUCK YOU ANDRE!
He asks for a microphone and Andre takes it away from the ringside crew while referees and medical attention come down to the ring. Heavy breathing is heard in the microphone while Andre explains why.
Andre Holmes: Don’t act all surprised. Don’t act like this was bound to happen. Did you really expect me to play nice with Seth putting me up on the same team with a former Alpha bitch of a champion and a Brotherhood member who can’t even get the job done on his own?!
Andre Holmes: When I returned to the WCF, I wanted only one thing. Championships around my waist, not being randomly selected to fight alongside a bunch of losers. The answer is no for all who are wondering. I am not apart of #BeachKrew but when the opportunity came to plan this all out, I took it within a hot second. I’m sending a message to Seth Lerch here tonight. I’m no longer your little pet to book, I want what you robbed me from and that’s the WCF Hardcore Championship!
Freddy Whoa: He’s not serious…
Zach Davis: He is.
Andre Holmes: Crazy J. You want the honest truth? EVER since you have held that belt, the Hardcore Championship has lost all meaning. You are hereby the worst ever wrestler to leave a permanent stain on the prestige of that belt. I was the rightful champion until that spineless drunken bastard of an owner had the nerve to fire me from the company. You know what I want Seth? I’m invoking my rematch clause and I damn sure want my shot A.S.A.P. If you don’t give me it, I will come back there and drag your sorry carcass to the ring!
Andre Holmes: Boo me all you want! My Hardcore Championship mattered more than any of you in this shitty ass city. I am sick and tired of being the nice guy, the guy who has to wait in line. Look where that has gotten me in the WCF now! Fuck this, Crazy J, Seth! My Hardcore Championship is coming back to me one way or the other. The REAL Andre Holmes has arrived and his first message to Zero Tolerance is a FUCK YOUR CLOWN SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING PROMOTION!
Andre throws the microphone into the canvas then drops out through the ropes. He walks up the stage throwing the birds without any remorse for what he just did.
Zach Davis: ...Woah. Umm. Ugh.
Freddy Whoa: We’ll be right back.
Kevin Bishop/Psychopomp/Damian Kaine vs Crazy J/Jason Cash/Vinnie Jones
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall.
Ich Will can be heard as it echoes through the arena, the spotlight will shine on the entrance way as the arena goes black. The fans stand up as they anticipate the arrival of Vinnie Jones and not knowing what split personality it will be. He comes walking to the arena as his focus is upon the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first! From Asbury Park, New Jersey, he weighs in tonight at 280 pounds. Representing Zero Tolerance, he is Vinnie Jones!
He looks around at the crowd and spits at the fans as he waits for the pyro to happen before walking calm to the ring. The fans boo this version as he gets to the ring and jumps up and down before jumping on the ring apron and gets in the ring. There he takes off his sweater and prepares for his match.
Hillbilly Deluxe hits on the PA system. Jason Cash walks out of the curtain with a huge smirk across his face. He looks around to the crowd before taking a large drink of his beer. He then makes his way down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his partners, first! From Braxton, Mississippi, weighing in at 255 pounds. JASON CASH!
Once inside, he reaches into his boot and takes out his can of cherry skoal. He gets himself a dip and he is ready to fight.
The arena lights go dark the arena lights up with red spot lights and Tech N9ne - Wither comes on. Crazy J as EVIL walks out with his red mask on and red flames follow him to the ring shooting up behind him.
Kyle Steel: And finally, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 325 pounds. He is the reigning WCF Hardcore champion: Crazy J!
He walks into the ring and he stands on the corner post and everything goes black and then a single flame shoots up out of the ring post that he is standing at. then he holds up a little skull on a stick and he blows fire out of his mouth.
Avenged Sevenfold’s “A Symphonic Tribute” echoes throughout the Wells Fargo center. On the stage, the Brotherhood files in one by one. Psychopomp walks up and panders to the crowd. Damian Kaine shortly emerges, hood up. He stops at the top of the ramp, as normal, and flips his hood up before Standing on the opposite side of the ramp. Finally, they are accompanied by “The Plague” Kevin Bishop, with both his WCF People’s title and his UCI World Heavyweight championship on his shoulders. The three begin the walk to the ring.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 633 pounds. Representing the Brotherhood, they are the team of Psychopomp, Damian Kaine, and the WCF People’s Champion, “The Plague,” Kevin Bishop!
The trio steps onto the apron, then climb into the ring. The tension in the air rises as the two rivaling teams face off. Then, without any prompting, Vinnie dives for Psychopomp. All hell has broken loose! Vinnie and Psychopomp roll out of the ring! Damian Kaine is punch-for-punch with the hardcore champion, and Bishop has Jason Cash in the corner. Finally, Damian goes to hit a clothesline on J, throwing the two out the ring.
The legal men are Jason Cash and Kevin Bishop. Cash has fought his way from the corner now, and sends Bishop across the ring with a strong Irish whip. On the rebound, Cash extends his arm out, causing Bishop to hit the mat hard.
On the outside, Psychopomp has managed to overcome the strength of Jones, and is sending hard chops to Vinnie’s chest, who is leaned against the barricade.
One Chop, Two Chops, Three Chops! Soon, Vinnie’s chest’ll be as red as Cash’s neck.
Back in the ring, Cash has Bishop pressed into a corner, and proceeds to stomp mudholes into the people’s champ. After five kicks, Bishop grabs the ankle and moves out of the way, sweeping the leg enough to throw Cash off balance and causing his head to bounce off of the turnbuckle. Bishop travels to his empty corner, where Psychopomp sees him, and leaps to the apron to make the tag.
The somewhat fresh Psychopomp stalks Cash, waiting for the perfect moment….. NOW! Pomp dashes across the ring, nailing Jason with an enziguri hard. Pomp, a bit too eager, jumps for the pin.
No! Cash didn’t even need to get the shoulder up, as Vinnie Jones was back to his feet and able to make the save. Vinnie hammers away at Pomp, igniting the referee’s count.
Vinnie continues hammering, Jason trying to get him away.
Despite Cash’s wishes, Vinnie continues the strong strikes!
Cash whishpers in Vinnie’s ear, causing him to stop.
Quickly, Vinnie jumps out of the ring, narrowly avoiding the disqualification. Cash, however, extends his hand to Vinnie, who eagerly tags.
Jones delivers solid kicks to the abdomen and chest of Pomp. Pomp manages to slowly slide from the ring, allowing himself time to reprieve. This relief is short lived, however, as Crazy J comes from behind him and tosses him back in, with enough force sending him right over to the Brotherhood corner, where Damian Kaine stands in anticipation.
Kaine does some gymnastics type shit, hooking his ankles on the second rope, then leaning over the first to make a tag with the grounded Pomp. As soon as he’s stable, Kaine leaps over the rope, ducking under Vinnie’s attempt at a clothesline, and coming back with a swift overhead kick, which brings Vinnie down to the mat. Kaine takes the opportunity, running and bouncing off of the ropes, performing a picture perfect Starship Pain on the downed Vinnie. DK takes the pin.
Vinnie gets the shoulder up just in the nick of time. Damian quickly gets to his feet, turning to see Jason Cash, who proceeds to spit tobacco juice into his eyes. Screaming in pain, Kaine forgets what comes next… BAM! Sweet chin sauce on Kaine! Cash pulls Vinnie onto DK and goes to ensure the Brotherhood remains at ringside.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, the team of Crazy J, Jason Cash, and Vinnie Jones! ZERO TOLERANCE!
Freddy Whoa: Jason Cash looks like a two dollar whore on Friday night.
The arena goes pitch black.
Zach Davis: What the hell?!
After several moments a single spot light is on Jason Cash who's still in the ring.
Voice: You just couldn't keep that name out of your dick sucker could ya boy?
"Super Villain" by Powerman 5000 starts playing and a Rebel flag hangs down over the entrance with a spot light on it. "BTJ" appears on the jumbo-tron.
Crowd: BTJ! BTJ! BTJ!
Out steps The Money from the Hounds of Justice.
Freddy Whoa: What is he doing out here?
From behind Jason Cash comes Misery and he nails Cash in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick. The Money starts walking towards the ring as Misery locks in the Koji Clutch on Cash and is letting out a evil laugh as he cinches it in further. The Money climbs up on the apron and smiles.
Freddy Whoa: That can't be.
Zach Davis: Isn't that....but he's dead?
Freddy Whoa & Zach Davis: Austin Adams!
The Money steps into the ring and motions for Misery to let Cash go. The Money has a mic and kneels next to Cash.
The Money: In case you don't know who I am let me introduce myself to you. I'm Austin Adams, one half of two time tag team champions known as the Big Time Jerks.
Austin motions for Misery to finish Cash off. Misery picks Cash up and nails the Last Meal.
Zach Davis: This is like a Twillight Zone episode.
Freddy Whoa: If Austin is here does that mean he is close by too.
Misery is on all fours next to Cash as Austin is over him.
Austin Adams: Oh and Cash you might know this man as well so sorry sack of dog shit!
Austin pulls Misery's mask off revealing him to be Adam Young.
Austin Adams: Welcome to the Revolution bitch.
"Fight the Power" by Korn starts playing as the Hounds of Justice logo appears on the jumbo-tron as the BTJ's walk out of the arena leaveing Cash laid out cold.
Zach Davis: The 2009 tag team of the year is back from the dead and they have smack the taste out of Jason Cash here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: WCF's favorite lunatics are back.
David Sanchez vs Captain Pantheon
Special Guest Referee: Joe Smarts
Joe Smarts, our special referee, is already in the ring, ready to officiate the match.
Zach Davis: We've got ourselves a match between Sanchez and Captain Pantheon next with Smarts as the special referee, and Freddy, I've got a game in store for us.
Freddy Whoa: What do you have in mind?
Zach Davis: I played this with Shannan Lerch exactly 5 years ago. If you say one of the wrestler’s names, you have to take a shot!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t have any alcohol.
Zach Davis reaches down below the announcers table and brings out a fifth of Jameson with two shot glasses.
Zach Davis: Can’t back out now! Ah, exactly like last time.
As Davis finishes his statement the arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the screen does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches..
Freddy Whoa: Here comes David Sanchez!
Zach Davis: Take a shot, bitch. You said his name.
Freddy takes a shot. The song plays on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears center stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with cut-off, black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present, as well as the everyday struggles and politics of being the mayor, this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Bogota, Colombia, weighing in at 221 lbs., "The Transcendent" David Sanchez!
Zach Davis: Here's how to avoid a shot. Here comes the one-time United States champion.
Freddy Whoa: Huh. Interesting.
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing their hatred towards him, even as he rebuilds their city, he was still always known as the bad guy. He begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lens of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring, causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
Freddy Whoa: Okay, I'll have a go. The 2016 Hellimination Winner is making his way down the ring.
Zach Davis: Nicely done.
As the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo, David Sanchez slides under the bottom ropes and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent from Tokyo, Japan, Captain Pantheon!
Captain Pantheon runs from the back as soon as his music hits, straight to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He then gets in the middle of the ring and does a super hero pose before running to his corner.
Zach Davis: A nice, quick entrance from Captain Pantheon... FUCK!!
Freddy Whoa: Shot.
Zach Davis: Gawddamn.
The bell rings and match begins as Zach Davis takes a shot. Captain Pantheon and David Sanchez lock up in the center of the ring with David Sanchez getting the early advantage. Sanchez whips Cap'n into the ropes and as Cap'n bounces back Sanchez takes him down with a huge clothesline.
Sanchez then looks down at Captain Pantheon and then locks in the Camel Clutch. Captain Pantheon screams out in pain, but he's not going to give up. However, Joe Smarts wanders around the ring, like he doesn't know what he's doing.
Zach Davis: It looks like our special referee has no idea what he's doing!
Freddy Whoa: That doesn't surprise me.
Zach Davis: Woah! The man who sounds like Clappin' Air-Con escapes the hold!
Freddy Whoa: Nice one, Zach!
Zach Davis: It's a technique Shannan used.
Captain Pantheon gets back up to his feet and ties up again with David Sanchez. This time Captain gives a hip toss to David Sanchez, who no-sells it. Cap'n continues his assault with a roundhouse kick knocking Yukon Jack back against the turnbuckle. Captain Pantheon walks over, manages to lift Sanchez to the top rope and connects a hurricanrana!
Zach Davis: What a move by... him...
Freddy Whoa: I’ll give you a prize if you say his name!
Zach Davis: Captain Pantheon! What’s my prize?
Freddy Whoa: A shot!
Zach Davis: FLIPPIN' HELL!! I fell for it again!
Captain Pantheon goes for a pin, but once again, Joe Smarts looks lost.
Freddy Whoa: The ref, Joe Smarts, has no idea what he's doing!
Zach Davis: Shot.
Freddy Whoa: What!?
Zach Davis: Special refs count.
Freddy Whoa: FUCK!!
Freddy Whoa takes a shot. Captain Pantheon gives up trying to pin Sanchez as they both stand up. Captain delivers an irish whip to the ropes to Sanchez. Cap'n leaps over Sanchez as he bounces back. As Sanchez bounces back again, Captain gets hit with a clothesline! But Captain gets back up, bounces off the rope and tries to hit Sanchez with a plancha, only to get hit with a spinning sit-out powerbomb.
Zach Davis: Captain Pantheon and David Sanchez with an incredible series!
Freddy Whoa: Two shots in one sentence, motherfucker!
Zach Davis: SHIT!!
Zach Davis takes two shots at once. David Sanchez stares out at the crowd, who respond with loud boos. Sanchez smiles at the reaction and then quickly jerks his head back toward Captain Pantheon, who is slowly getting back to his feet.
Zach Davis: "The Transcendent" charging at the Japanese wrestler...
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a running DDT from the man who wanted to be called a "majestic bird of prey"?
Zach Davis: Who?
Freddy Whoa: David Sanchez... FUCK!
Freddy Whoa takes a shot. David Sanchez goes for the pin, but once again, Joe Smarts has no idea what he's doing.
Freddy Whoa: I'm gonna teach Smarts how to be a fucking proper ref!!
Zach Davis: Ah, you said Smarts. Shot.
Freddy Whoa: Fuck that game, I never liked it anyways.
Freddy Whoa: (yells) Hey! Joe Smarts! Get your fucking ass over here!!!
Joe Smarts does exactly that and goes over to Freddy Whoa, only to get a lecture on how to be a referee.
Zach Davis: Well. I won the game!
As Zach Davis celebrates, Captain Pantheon and David Sanchez brawl inside the ring. Captain Pantheon hits an Ear Clap, David Sanchez hits an uppercut, Captain hits a Discus Punch, Sanchez hits a right hook, Sanchez now with a flurry of punches to Cap'n.
Zach Davis: Oh no, Captain may be in trouble here...
Sanchez connects a Single Underhook Spike DDT to Captain Pantheon!
Zach Davis: What a move by Sanchez! He goes for the pin... but Smarts is still being lectured!!
Zach Davis (yelling): Hey, Freddy, stop that lecture now!!
Freddy Whoa: Shit! Smarts, count the pin!
Freddy Whoa gets back behind the commentator table and Joe Smarts goes back in the ring. But before Joe Smarts can start counting, Cap'n kicks out.
David Sanchez stares at the special referee, Joe Smarts, but before Sanchez can start attacking Smarts, Captain Pantheon spins Sanchez around and punches him!
Zach Davis: Captain repeatedly punches Sanchez, but Sanchez fights back!
Freddy Whoa: Now Captain and Sanchez exchanging punches...
Zach Davis: Woah! David Sanchez hits a Medusa's Touch out of nowhere!!
Freddy Whoa: That should do the job!
Zach Davis: David Sanchez still wins, despite the long count by Joe Smarts!
Freddy Whoa: Can Joe Smarts count?
Zach Davis: Nope.
Freddy Whoa: At any rate, David Sanchez, Final Destination briefcase holder, just beat the partner of the man gunning for Joey Flash at Rise Up. INTRIGUE!
Slam goes to commercial.
Steven Singh vs Jason O'Neal
Zach Davis: Now it is time for our main event!
Freddy Whoa: This match is really very important. As of December 30th, Jason O'Neal has been the Alpha Champion for two months, which means he can cash in for a Title shot of his choice - besides the World Title.
Zach Davis: ....And on January 30th, he will earn the right to cash in for the World Title itself! If Jason O'Neal defends at Rise Up, and if Steven Singh defeats Joey Flash.... We could have this match again a month from now with the WCF World Heavyweight Title on the line!
Freddy Whoa: Be that as it may, Zach, that is a month from now, and tonight is tonight. Let's get going!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Main Event. Tonight’s main event contest will be a standard match with one fall. Neither the WCF Alpha Championship, or the WCF Tag Team Championship will be on the line.
“#1” by Nelly hits as Jason O’Neal steps out to the stage.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds and standing at six foot, two inches. He is the WCF Alpha Champion. “The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal!
Jason O’Neal steps into the ring and mouths off to a few jeering fans. As he trades insults with one particular fan in the crowd, a gruff voice from the 80’s sample announces “Cold getting dumb…” and golden pyros form five-foot-high fountains across the stage. The menacing beat of “Supervillain Theme” by Mad Villain fills the arena and “The Superstar” Steve Singh steps out with the WCF Tag Team title around his waist to an enthusiastic, if mixed, reaction. Stopping on the stage he smiles wry and smug, right arm raised in the air, back of his hand to the crowd, left hand behind his back. As the gold fountains shrink back into the stage, The Superstar lowers his hand, twirling his wrist and half-bowing his head with faux gratitude to the fans. He smiles, heading down to the ring and jawing with the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from New York, New York. Standing at six feet, three inches, and weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds. He is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, “The Superstar” Steven Singh!
Singh climbs the stairs to the apron, wipes his feet, steps through the ropes and then bounces up, arms extended to his sides with his palms up soaking in the alternating adulation and animosity.
Zach Davis: Referee Stanley Moser officiating for this Main Event.
Freddy Whoa: And he rings the bell.
Jason O’Neal rushes quickly to tie up with Steven Singh, but is quickly dropped with a double leg takedown. Singh quickly locks on a Half Nelson. O’Neal quickly grabs the ropes.
Zach Davis: This match is looking to be a technical bout right from the beginning.
O’Neal and Singh stand back up, sizing each other as they begin to pace around the ring. O’Neal raises his hand, challenging Singh to a game of Mercy. Singh accepts, but O’Neal quickly kicks him in the gut.
Zach Davis: O’Neal looking to gain the upper hand here.
O’Neal begins kicking the back of Singh’s left knee, causing him to switch his stance and move back. O’Neal pursues, still trying to kick at the back of the left knee.
Freddy Whoa: Singh is trying to get away, but O’Neal doesn’t want to let up.
Singh is backed into a corner while O’Neal begins to deliver kicks, knees, punches, and elbows while Singh attempts to block the wild fury of strikes. O’Neal grabs Singh’s wrist for an Irish Whip, but Singh quickly reverses it into an armlock takedown. Before any move can actually be applied, O’Neal grabs the ropes, causing the referee to break the attempted hold. Singh stands as O’Neal slides out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Jason O’Neal seems to be reevaluating his strategy right now.
Referee Stanley Moser begins the count.
Freddy Whoa: Steven Singh is quick to lock on submission holds right now, but O’Neal has done a great job of staying near the ropes.
Zach Davis: Singh is not going to get the submission until he brings the match to the center of the ring. O’Neal appears to simply have too much ring awareness.
Jason O’Neal walks around the ring as Steven Singh stands ready to pounce as soon as he enters.
Zach Davis: Singh is not going to let O’Neal reenter that ring with any advantage.
O’Neal walks up the steps and on to the apron. Singh stays in the middle of the ring, waiting on him to enter. O’Neal begins to taunt Singh until the two end up with a heated verbal exchange.
Freddy Whoa: Come on! We came here to see a match, not… WHOA!
Singh charges O’Neal in a fit of rage, but O’Neal uses the opportunity to hit with a massive roundhouse kick to the side of Singh’s head that sends him crashing to the mat.
Zach Davis: Jason O’Neal appears to have caught Singh off guard with that kick!
O’Neal quickly moves in for a pin.
Steven Singh kicks out just as the referee’s hand barely made the two count. He argues with the referee as Steven Singh rolls to the corner and tries to stand up.
Zach Davis: O’Neal is contesting the count.
Freddy Whoa: He thinks it was a three count?
Zach Davis: It appears so.
O’Neal mouths off to the referee and stands back up. He turns to Singh, who is resting in the corner. He approaches with an elbow to the face that rocks Singh back. O’Neal then starts to slap him.
Zach Davis: O’Neal insulting Singh now!
Freddy Whoa: Those slaps don’t hurt Singh physically, but you know they’ve got to piss him off.
Singh begins to swat back, causing O’Neal to grab his wrist and send him flying to the other corner with an Irish Whip. O’Neal follows close behind and strikes Singh with a knee to the gut right as he hits the corner.
Zach Davis: O’Neal certainly has the upper hand right now. Singh looks to be phased by the sudden hard blows of O’Neal
O’Neal grabs Singh’s wrist and drags him out of the corner. He pushes Singh against the rope and sends him flying across the ring with another Irish Whip. As Singh bounces back, O’Neal jumps up for his finishing move.
Freddy Whoa: The Lagniappe!
At the last minute, Singh sees the RKO coming and ducks down, grabbing the waist of O’Neal and sending him backwards into a catch style German Suplex.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: A reversal by Steven Singh, but can he capitalize?
Singh slowly crawls over to O’Neal and throws his arm over him. The referee begins the count.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout!
With barely a fraction of a second left, O’Neal kicks out. Both men crawl to the ropes and slowly pull themselves up.
Zach Davis: We have seen, so far, an amazing showing from these two men.
Singh and O’Neal begin to size each other up again. Singh moves in to tie up with O’Neal, but O’Neal quickly slides out of the ring.
Zach Davis: This worked quite well for O’Neal last time, but can it work again?
The referee begins the count.
Freddy Whoa: He had plenty of time to think of his strategy, will he be as successful this time?
Jason O’Neal again paces the ring, and takes a little time out to mouth off to a fan wearing a Make America Great Again hat.
Zach Davis: If O’Neal doesn’t stop and get back in that ring, he’s going to get himself counted out!
O’Neal flips off the fan and rushes back to the ring, sliding on to the apron and stopping the count. He begins mouthing off to Singh again, taunting him.
Zach Davis: Jason O’Neal looking to use Singh’s own anger as an advantage once again.
The two continue exchanging heated verbal insults until Singh finally rushes towards O’Neal. O’Neal once again goes for a Roundhouse kick, but Singh catches it and tosses O’Neal back into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Steven Singh just threw Jason O’Neal back into the ring, by the leg! Over the apron!
Singh brushes his shoulder with a smug smile on his face before slowly turning around, right into a powerful superkick.
Freddy Whoa: The Sensation!
Singh catches it, and quickly locks on a heel lock submission hold.
Zach Davis: He reverses! Steven Singh has applied the Fifteen Minutes of Fame!
Referee Stanley Moser rushes down to check on O’Neal. O’Neal reaches for the ropes, but is unable to move. Singh pulls him back to the center of the ring, and applies the holder tighter. After several moments of struggling, Jason O’Neal taps.
Zach Davis: Jason O’Neal taps out! Steven Singh has won against the WCF Alpha Champion.
Freddy Whoa: A great, hard fought victory here tonight. Jason O'Neal is the Alpha Champion, and that belt is his ticket to a World Championship shot; he's not going to risk injury by getting stuck in such a dangerous submission! He's a smarter man than that!
As Captain Pantheon heads to the ring to celebrate with his co-champion, the referee raises the hand of Steven Singh who demands the referee fasten the Tag Team Title around his waist. After he obliges, the referee leans over to check on O’Neal, with the Alpha Title in hand. Singh stands over the beaten Alpha Champion, still not satisfied with the damage inflicted and snatches the Alpha Title out of the referee’s hand. He shoves the ref out of the ring and waits for O’Neal who struggles up to one knee only to have his own Alpha Title tattooed across the side of his head.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on!
O'Neal rolls out of the ring as Singh looks briefly at the Alpha title in his hand before chuckling and throwing it outside, towards the downed body of Jason O’Neal. Captain Pantheon, stops to check on the downed Jason O'Neal as Singh demands a microphone.
Steven Singh: What the hell are you doing, Cap? Get your ass in here. Feast your eyes on your, faithful Stevenites, on your WCF World Tag Team Champions and the two hardest working men in the Dub.
Singh holds his arms out as Captain Pantheon strikes a superhero pose in center ring. The boos rain in as a smile crawls across Singh's face.
Steven Singh: Sit down and shut the hell up, mooks. We're here week in and week out putting on a show for all you ungrateful goons while Joey Flash shows up whenever the hell he wants. That's fine, JoJo, keep on keeping on with whatever adventures you're off on now because--
Captain Pantheon leans over to the microphone, Singh still holding it.
Captain Pantheon: Because Stefan Sing not scared of you Jory Splash! Cap 'N Crook number one tag team in WCF!
Singh yanks the microphone away from his partner with a glare and shakes his head. Cap slumps his shoulders and mouths "sorry."
Steven Singh: Goddammit, Cap. Flash, show up whenever the hell you want because I'll be right here burying mulkies like O'Neal, having intriguing conversations with David Sanchez and sharpening all the tools I'm going to use to end THE WORLD at Rise Up where you can't avoid The Golden God. See you soon, fuckchop.
"Supervillain Theme" blasts through the arena as the microphone hits the mat with a thud. WCF Tag Team Champion Captain Pantheon follows his co-Champion and WCF World Title Number One Contender, Steven Singh out of the ring. Slam fades to black.