the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Erbody but me hits as the arena lights go down but then the music stops and a gold spot light shines down as Crazy J walks out on the stage with the Hardcore title on his shoulder… gold balloons fall and confetti cannons fire as J holds the title above his head… he continues to walk as we are the champion starts to play. He reaches the ring and he puts the title on the ring and he walks up the steps and picks the title up again. Crazy J grabs a microphone as he stands in the ring.
Crazy J: So everyone around the WCF wants to say I am not a great champion… I don’t promote the division hard enough… well you see as a young kid in Detroit I watcher Berry Sanders and he would score a touchdown and hand the belt to the ref. It was the act like you been here before … well that’s how I have been my almost 20 years in this business. I have held so many hardcore titles and winning this one was just another win. I mean I could come out here every week and pull out my dick and be like look at me I am someone…. You know what I did I just beat everyone put before me…. Zmac, Oblivion, Doc Henry, Moor, Kaine, and so many others.
Crazy J changes shoulders and put the belt on the other side. Some fans cheer and some boo but he doesn’t really seem to care.
Crazy J: I mean this isn’t the world title where you win it and lose it in the next match. But it’s all good I am looking forward to Rise and seeing the next victim of hardcore title. but ladies and gentleman tonight let’s just celebrate and whip are dicks out and act like we have never won a title before.
Crazy J unzips his pants and pulls out a massive fake penis that hangs all the way down to the ring. He holds the title up and he starts rotating his hips and the fake penis is just a swinging around. J then drops the belt and puts the fake penis back away and he grabs the belt. The look on his face changes.
Crazy J: So I guess last week on the jobber section of the show a former champ came out here and claimed that this was his belt. He went on to say I should hand it over or something I am not really sure where the dumb ass is thinking. So basically this mother fucker is looking for a free handout…. Its funny I don’t walk around with the champion ego and people hate that…. This mother fucker has the entitled ego going and you all embrace him…. You fucking make me sick…. Some say I don’t like him because he is black…. I don’t like him because he is a pile of shit. Fucker doesn’t deserve a shot but he is going to play the race card and at rise will be in the mix…. Then when he doesn’t win it will because the white man beat him down… fuck that…. You wont be champion mother fucker because I am better then you. I beat people for this belt and I have defended it…. I make the hardcore division have fear. I fucking took this belt and held on to while other mother fuckers was dropping this belt…. So you know what away because I am the greatest hardcore champion ever…. You see I have like 10 hardcore titles in my life and I only ever lost 2 of them in matches…. I have collected titles all over the world in 20 years
Crazy J: I asked for someone to challenge me to a glass grave match… and the only mother fucker that wanted it was Kaine. However, this horned pony has jumped in front screaming this place is racist and bitching up a storm. Well thanks to Lilith and Dag I learned a lot about Horned pony, twitter is amazing…. But be warned whoever it is that gets to face me at Rise Up I am coming to prove myself and more importantly I am coming to beat some ass.
Erbody but me starts playing as Crazy J walks out of the ring and he hold the belt up in the air. The fans cheer and boo. Many are still shocked that J pulled out a fake penis. He turns back around and acts like he is going to unzip his pants yet again…. But he stops and walks to the back.
Captain Rump vs Menaki vs Rumpke vs Udy
Zach Davis: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Sunday Night Slam! It’s going to be one hell of a show for you tonight, so strap in! I’m here live with my esteemed colleague, Freddy Whoa!
Freddy Whoa: Glad to be hear, Zach! I can’t wait for what’s in store tonight. Let’s get this show on the road!
Zach Davis: First up, it’s Captain Rump vs. Menaki vs. Rumpke vs. Udy!
"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.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...CAPTAAAIN RRRRRUUUMP!!!
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Rump, Freddy...and my, look at that glorious belly! He’s a Captain, you know...
Captain Rump makes his way toward the center of the ring. He removes his cape and drapes it over the nearby corner turnbuckle.
Not Gonna Die by Skillet plays over the P.A. Menaki walks out about five seconds after the music starts, gesturing to the crowd, pointing, and nodding in approval, before staring down at the ring, making a beeline for the ring, all business the second his gear is on.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...MEEEENAAKIIIIIIII!!!!
Zach Davis: Powerhouse, this guy. Look at him, he’s massive!
Freddy Whoa: Don’t even think about bullying me when this guy’s around, Zach.
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.
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.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring….RRRRRRUUUMPKEEE!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: Not to be confused with Rump, Zach.
Zach Davis: I wasn’t confu -
Freddy Whoa: The difference, you ask? One’s a captain...one’s a drunken brawler. Got it?
Zach Davis: Got it.
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.
Lights darken. Blue fire/pyro explode as Type-O negative's Wolf Moon plays. Blue smoke fills the arena when a spot light focuses on a figure on one knee. He howls by looking at the sky in cupped hands as another set of blue pyro explode.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring....UUUDDDYYYY!!!
Freddy Whoa: The Demon Wolf is here!
Udy makes his way slowly before rolling in and kneels at middle of ring. Howls again as light comes back and music fades.
Zach Davis: All four men are in their respective corners, and we’re ready to go!
DING DING DING
Rumpke charges Menaki’s corner, but the big man is able to absorb a vicious blow to the head and fling Rumpke around into the turnbcuckle, where he begins smashing him with stiff shoulder shots. Meanwhile, Udy charges across the ring at Rump, howling as he sprints toward him. Rump is ready for him though, and he throws his belly forward and knocks Udy to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Oof, what’d I tell you about the belly, Zach? glorious!
Zach Davis: If you say so.
Menaki lets up on Rumpke, allowing him a breather that Rumpke is able to take full advantage of. As Menaki charges in an attempt to dish out a clothesline, Rumpke ducks and begins pummeling the massive Menaki. After a few punishing blows, Menaki falls to a seated position in the corner, and Rumpke begins stomping on him. Meanwhile, Captain Rump leaps and attempts a splash on the downed Udy, but the Demon Wolf is able to roll out of the way in the nick of time.
Zach Davis: Oh, that’s gotta hurt! Udy wasting no time in taking advantage of the fallen Rump.
Udy flips Rump over and begins delivering slap after to slap to Rump’s chest and belly. By the time Rump manages to get him off, his entire torso is red and raw. Rumpke continues to pummel Menaki relentlessly in the corner until Menaki is finally able to slip under the bottom rope.
Freddy Whoa: Smart move on Menaki’s part. He could use a reprieve after taking such an early beating from Menaki.
Zach Davis: Looks like it won’t last long! Rumpke’s going outside to meet him!
Rumpke reaches Menaki and spins him around, only for Menaki to grab hold of him and lift him up and hit him with a sidewalk slam onto the mat. Rumpke arches his back in pain as Menaki re-enters the ring. He makes his way over to Rump and Udy, who battle it out in the far corner.
Zach Davis: Captain Rump’s got Udy in a bad spot in that corner!
Freddy Whoa: Watch out, Captain!
But Rump doesn’t hear and remains unaware that Menaki is closing on him until it’s too late. Menaki catches his head under his arms and lifts him high into the air before slamming him down onto the mat.
Zach Davis: Incredible show of strength here by Menaki as he hits Rump with an inverted suplex!
Meanwhile, Udy takes full advantage and begins stomping on Menaki, before covering the downed Rump. The ref slides down and counts.
Freddy Whoa: No! Menaki breaks up the pin!
Menaki attempts to lift Udy up, but the Demon Wolf manages to trip Menaki and the big man falls down to the mat with a mighty thud. Rumpke slides under the bottom rope and begins pummeling Rump before moving onto Menaki. Both Udy and Rumpke go to town on Menaki, Udy dropping elbow after elbow on his abdomen while Rumpke lays waste to Menaki’s face. One elbow lands astray and slams against the lower back of Rumpke, who turns on Udy.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh! Rumpke’s on a tear! He’s going after Udy now!
Rumpke and the Demon Wolf begin duking it out as Menaki attempts to regain his vertical base. Just as he does, Captain Rump slams into him and knocks him back down. He goes for a splash once more, this time hitting it with devastating force. He remains on top of Menaki as the ref slides down for the count.
Zach Davis: NO! Menaki gets a shoulder up in time!
Freddy Whoa: The Captain hops right back on though!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Menaki just pressed Captain Rump from a prone position and flung him about six feet away!
Zach Davis: My God, what a machine!
Menaki climbs to his feet at about the same time Rump does, and they charge each other and begin brawling. Udy has managed to get the upperhand on Rumpke, and he delivers a hard clothesline that sends him hurtling over the ropes. Udy turns around and howls at the moon in triumph, unaware that Rumpke landed on the apron.
Zach Davis: Rumpke stays in, and -
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!!
Rumpke leaps and lands on the top rope, only to use it as a springboard. He flies through the air and slams into Udy, Menaki, and Rump. They all fall down, and Rumpke covers Udy as the ref slides down.
Zach Davis: Rump breaks up the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Atta boy, Captain!
Rump pulls Rumpke off Udy and drops a massive legdrop across Rumpke’s neck. He rises and is about to drop another, but Menaki catches him mid air and flings him over his head with a nasty German Suplex. Menaki immediately goes for the pin, but Udy is there to stomp on Menaki and break it up. Menaki turns his attention to Udy, picking him up hitting him with a running powerslam. Meanwhile, Rump drags Rumpke to his feet and drops him with a lowblow while the ref’s back is turned.
Zach Davis: Oof! That’s just uncalled for!
Rump slaps Rumpke across the face, but it doesn’t faze him in the slightest. He slaps him again, but Rumpke stands and gestures at Rump.
Freddy Whoa: He’s asking for more! Man, that’s one tough dude!
Zach Davis: He’s a drunken brawler. You said it yourself, Freddy.
Rump obliges Rumpke and slaps him again, only for Rumpke to throw a haymaker that lands on Rump’s chin. Captain Rump is out on his feet, and he does a twirl before flopping to the mat. Just when Rumpke is about to cover Rump for the pin, he’s blindsided by Menaki, who’s managed to daze Udy long enough to turn his attention elsewhere. Menaki grabs Rumpke and throws him across the ring, turning around just in time for Udy to lay him out with a massive clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Udy rushes Rumpke now... NO!, Rumpke pulls down the top rope and Udy flies out of the ring!
Rumpke is grabbed by Captain Rump, but as Captain Rump spins him Rumpke fires off a Hangover Haymaker!
Zach Davis: HANGOVER CONNECTS!
Rumpke drops down and pins Captain Rump.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Aanndd we've got a win for Rumpke!
Zach Davis: Only one Rump named man can prevail!
Captain Rump tries to get his massive frame up using the ropes. Menaki is recovering at side of the ring. Udy staggers to his feet and suddenly the lights go off. A howl emanates
from the PA System.
When the light comes back, there is a huge man in the ring in mask and body suit. He knocks out Captain Rump
with a huge clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: OMG that was sick landing for the captain.
Zach Davis: But who the hell is this guy in mask??
Udy gestures the Big Man and he goes on to pick up Rumpke and tears away his T-Shirt before picking him up
as udy hits a superkick on him.
Freddy Whoa: Hold on guys. I just got a feed. The masked man goes by the name Fenris.
Menaki rolls into the ring and comes face to face with Fenris.
Zach Davis; Look at the size of thos two.
Freddy Whoa: Menaki is not budging. Neither is Fenris.
Udy stands in the corner and again does some kind of gesture. Fenris unloads as Menaki fights back but Udy
cuts him off with a running chop block which brings him to one knee.
Zach Davis: Thats one way to neutralize the big man.
Fenris hits a huge upper cut which brings Menaki down. Udy runs to rope and hits a curb stomp.
Freddy Whoa: That was an amazing sight .
Zach Davis: And effective.
Fenris runs and performs an avalanche on Rumpke who was trying to get up at the corner. At the sametime Udy
runs and hits a double knee on Captain Rump who was trying to get into the ring again.
Freddy Whoa: Poor Rump. He has taken another nasty bump.
Zach Davis: he looks hurt.
Ring-side EMts are checking on Captain Rump.
Fenris picks up Rumpke for a Uranage and Udy runs to the ropes, bounces off and hits with him with a inverted curb-stomp.
Freddy Whoa: That was sick and painful move man.
Zach Davis: Rumpke is out. Udy and Fenris has just demolished all the three men.
Udy drops down to a knee as "Wolf-Moon" plays. Fenris stands behind him spreading his arms as Udy howls.
Screen cuts to black.
Tom Frost Segment
Zach Davis: Next up we’ve got Frost vs O’Callaghan...oops, well nevermind, looks like we’re going backstage now.
The camera cuts backstage and drifts backward as Tom Frost walks toward it. A lit cigarette dangles from his mouth, and he sucks in before stealing it from his lips and exhaling a cloud of smoke toward the camera. The crowd cheers a bit to see him, but most don’t recognize the newcomer.
Freddy Whoa: Well speak of the devil, there’s the man who’s set to square off next.
Zach Davis: Right indeed, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: That’s one ugly mother -
Zach Davis: Shut your mouth! You of all people should know prettiness isn’t the measure of a man here in the WCF! Besides, he’s not ugly, he’s just...a bit rough around the edges.
Freddy Whoa: I’ll be sure to tell him you said so.
Zach Davis: You’ll do no such thing!
Freddy Whoa: I most certainly -
Zach Davis: Anyway! Frost is fresh off a win last week over six others in his debut match. Quite an impressive victory.
Freddy Whoa: I’ll give him that. That Rumpke fella gave him a run for his money though. Could’ve gone either way.
Zach Davis: And those two will be squaring off again at their respective PPV debuts this month at Rise Up! Tickets are on sale now, but only a few remain, so get them while you can at WCF.com!
The camera pans over and we glimpse over Tom’s shoulder to see Hank Brown standing a few feet away at the end of the hallway. He steps in Frost’s path and speaks into the microphone.
Hank Brown: Tom Frost! Hank Brown here, a minute of your time?
Tom Frost: Sure, Hank.
Hank Brown: You and Ryan O’Callaghan are about to go toe to toe in the ring. It’s your second bout, and O’Callaghan’s third. How do you plan to walk away victorious like you did last week?
Tom Frost: This kid’s got talent, but he doesn’t know what’s coming to him. When you step in the ring with old Tom Frost, you -
But he cuts off when Hank’s eyes go wide and lock onto something behind Frost. Just then, someone off camera speaks up.
Man: Hey, Frost!
Tom turns around toward the camera just in time to see a fist flying toward his face. It cracks against his skull with a sickening thud. Hank Brown lets out a yelp as Frost falls to the floor.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Get out of there, Hank!
Zach Davis: What the?! Who could’ve...who would’ve…
The camera zooms out to show a man standing over Frost, who’s dazed and totally out of it. The man wears a dark green shirt that reads “One Drink at a Time” on the back.
Zach Davis: It’s Rumpke!
Hank Brown backpedals and nearly trips over his own legs as Rumpke drops to a knee and begins pummeling Frost. His head takes twice the punishment, as each punch sends it smacking against the concrete floor beneath him.
Freddy Whoa: He’s gonna kill him!
Rumpke reaches back and lands a final blow to Frost’s skull then rises to his feet.
Rumpke: Just a taste of what’s coming to you in a couple weeks at Rise Up!
With that, he walks out of the frame, the echo of his boots fading as he continues down the hall.
Zach Davis: My God! Tom Frost’s set to square off against Ryan O’Callaghan in a matter of minutes, but from the looks of it that match is a no go!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, there’s no way Frost can compete after that!
Hank approaches the downed Frost nervously. He bends down and nudges him, a look of frightened horror plastered on his face.
Hank Brown: Somebody get some help back here, he’s -
But to Hank’s surprise, Frost’s eyes open and he struggles to his feet. He shakes off the cobwebs and reaches into his coat pocket. Still dazed from the brutal beating, he places a cigarette in his mouth and lights it.
Hank Brown: My God! Looks like you’ve got yourself a worthy adversary! Rumpke’s got it in for you!
Tom Frost: Yeah, must be the case.
Frost attempts to move past Hank, who stands in his way and holds up his hand, still shocked by what he’s just witnessed.
Hank Brown: Wait, you aren’t actually planning on going out there tonight, are you?
Tom Frost: Sure am. Now, you gonna step aside?
Hank quickly steps aside as Frost glares at him and exhales another cloud of smoke. He moves past Hank and stumbles toward the end of the hallway. Just as he turns the corner and disappears, his music hits over the P.A.
Tom Frost vs Ryan O'Callaghan
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, holding the back of his head and wincing in pain as he glares forward.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...standing 6'3" tall and weighing in at 231 lbs...TOOOM FRRRRRROOST!!!
Zach Davis: Somehow Frost is heading down to the ring for this match after that brutal beating by Rumpke.
Freddy Whoa: The old man’s got heart, Zach...you gotta give him that.
Zach Davis: But does he have any brains?
Freddy Whoa: That I can’t answer.
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.
"My Shot" (featuring Busta Rhymes, The Roots and Joel Ortiz) plays as Rocco comes out and Moves to the rhythm of the music while clapping the hands of the fans. He tries to get to as many fans as possible as he makes his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...weighing in at 222 lbs….RYAAN OO’CALLAGHAAAAN!!!
He slides under the bottom rope and holds his arms out wide while spinning around taking in the majesty of it all.
Zach Davis: This kid’s got the potential to be great, Freddy. In only his second match he had a shot at the TV Title last week.
Freddy Whoa: Let’s see if he can capitalize and take down the already wounded Tom Frost.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: And we’re underway!
Ryan and Tom move toward each other and circle the ring before they attack simultaneously. Ryan’s quick to lock Tom in a headlock. Only a second or two passes before Ryan adjusts and throws himself backward, bringing Tom with him and slamming the back of his head against the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, great move by O’Callaghan! Taking advantage of Frost already! This could be over before we know it.
Zach Davis: A swift beating might be the best thing Frost could hope for at this point.
Ryan gets up and immediately drops a hard elbow on Tom’s chest before covering him. The ref slides down and counts.
Zach Davis: Frost kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: I like the aggression O’Callaghan’s showing here. That’s the mark of any great WCF wrestler!
Ryan lifts Tom to his feet, only to take a hard uppercut to the gut. Ryan bends over, holding his stomach as Tom wraps his head in his arms. Tom tries to pull Ryan down for a DDT, but Ryan counters with a knee to the side of Tom’s leg. Another knee, and another, and Tom release Ryan only to be clotheslined onto the mat.
Zach Davis: O’Callaghan dominated here early. Can Frost turn it around?
Ryan drops down perpendicular to Tom and rests both legs over Tom’s chest. Tom’s arm is locked between them, and Ryan grabs hold of it and yanks it downward as he raises his pelvis.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! ARMBAR!!
Zach Davis: This could be all she wrote for Frost!
Frost struggles, though he finally gives up trying to break free and starts to crawl toward the ropes with his legs. After a few seconds, he’s able to reach them, and he places his foot on the bottom rope as the ref calls for Ryan to break the hold, which he does.
Zach Davis: Oh, boy! That was the hardest three inches I’ve ever seen!
Freddy Whoa: Awfully homoerotic tonight, aren’t you, Zach?
Zach Davis: What do you - oh, oh god dammit, Freddy, would you be professional?!
Both men rise to their feet, and Ryan is first to strike. He hits Tom with a dropkick before Tom goes reeling backward against the ropes. He catches himself, and Ryan rushes him. Just as Ryan reaches him though, Tom ducks and pulls down the rope, sending Ryan flailing over the top.
Zach Davis: Shades of last week’s victory of Rumpke there from Tom Frost!
Freddy Whoa: He’s got excellent ring awareness for a newcomer.
Zach Davis: And O’Callaghan gets up slowly. He may have hurt himself with that long fall.
Ryan limps to his feet, holding his hip as Tom backs away from the ropes and allows him the chance to get back in the ring. The ref gets to the count of three before Ryan slides back in. Tom rushes him, and lands a devastating kick to the chest as Ryan gets to a knee. He falls over, and Tom gets on top, pinning his arms down with his legs and pummeling his face.
Zach Davis: Frost showing some life now! He’s got O’Callaghan in a bad spot!
Freddy Whoa: Oof! Those are some heavy blows!
The ref finally pulls Tom off Ryan, and Frost backs up as Ryan rises to his feet. He shakes off the cobwebs as he assumes a ready position. The two men charge each other once more, and Ryan locks Tom up in a headlock again. This time he plants him with a DDT, and Tom lays motionless on the mat as Ryan goes for the cover. The ref slides down for the count.
Zach Davis: No! Frost kicks out again! He just won’t stay down!
Freddy Whoa: Maybe he ought to.
Ryan once more rises to his feet and drops an elbow, but this time Frost manages to roll out of the way. O’Callaghan’s elbow slams against the ring, and he grabs for it and winces in pain as Frost finds his feet. He takes a step toward Ryan and drops a hard knee against his skull, then quickly lifts him up to his vertical base.
Zach Davis: A knee to the gut from Frost has O’Callaghan bent over! Frost steps over O’Callaghan’s head, grabs hold of his trunks at the waist and...oh, MY! A mean piledriver from Frost!
Freddy Whoa: He’s going for the win!
The ref slides down as Tom covers.
Zach Davis: O’Callaghan just manages to get his shoulder up before the three-count!
Freddy Whoa: These are two warriors going at it, giving it their all!
Zach Davis: You can say that again!
Freddy Whoa: These are two warriors going -
Zach Davis: No, not - ugh, forget it! Both men back to their feet now.
Frost lands a hard right to O’Callaghan, who’s rocked backward...only to lunge forward and lay Frost out with a menacing clothesline. Frost doesn’t remain grounded for long though, and he’s back on his feet as Ryan bounces off the ropes and sprints at him. Tom flops to the mat, and Ryan passes over him before Tom shoots back to his feet. Ryan bounces off the ropes, but Tom is there to meet him just as he makes his turn with a menacing clothesline of his own.
Freddy Whoa: Down goes O’Callaghan!
Zach Davis: Frost covers!
Zach Davis: O’Callaghan able to kick out again!
Frost rolls off and finds his feet, as does O’Callaghan. They stand in the center of the ring and begin to trade blows. Frost...O’Callaghan...Frost...O’Callaghan. The crowd noise goes from cheers to a deafening roar as both men land successive punches. Finally, Frost ducks and catches O’Callaghan off balance.
Zach Davis: Tom lands a blow to the gut and catches Ryan’s head in his arm and…OH! FROST BITE!
Freddy Whoa: O’Callaghan just got absolutely planted!
Frost is quick to his feet, and he lifts Ryan up before catching his head under his arm once more. This time he heaves O’Callaghan skyward, holding him there for a few seconds and letting the blood rush to his head before dropping him into a sit out tombstone piledriver.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: TOM BOMB! This should do it!
Frost covers and the ref slides down for the count.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: Frost wins!
Freddy Whoa: My oh my, what a battle!
Zach Davis: Tom Frost is able to overcome the beating he took at the hands of Rumpke before the match and come away with his second victory in as many weeks!
Freddy Whoa: Impressive, Zach. No doubt about it.
The ref raises Tom’s hand in the center of the ring as Frost helps O’Callaghan to his feet. They exchange some words and Frost pats him on the shoulder before turning and exiting the ring. He makes his way up the ramp, clutching his head as he disappears behind the curtain.
Sebastian Knight Segment
Slam cuts to Adam Burnett and the newly hired developmental talent Stephen Anderson walking around backstage. Burnett is leading Anderson down the halls, pointing out the different people and things that Anderson will need to remember. Burnett finally stops and just smiles.
Adam Burnett: Can you believe it man?! We're here! Both of us!
Stephen Anderson: I know man! I still can't believe it.
Voice: Neither can I.
The voice is chalk full of disdain as both men turn and look. It's Sebastian Knight leaning against the wall. His Television Title draped over his right shoulder as he stares at the two men. He stands up and saunters up to them.
Sebastian Knight: I thought I warned you against bringing in the no-talent hacks to places where they don't belong. You could've at least left him with the other fans where he belongs
Anderson starts to say something but Burnett steps in front of him with his fists clinched.
Adam Burnett: I don't know what I did to you but I'm tired of you're little barbs and quips.
Knight just laughs at Burnett and puts his hands up, mocking him.
Sebastian Knight: Hey now, I'm not an ear of corn, so no need to bite. I just wanted to stop by and give you your weekly reminder that no one cares about Adam Burnett. But, hey, who am I to say anything? I'm just preparing for my first defense of this Television Title why you sit here, wondering why in the world Seth felt the need to have a second contendership match even though you're already one. Not my place to judge.
It's Anderson this time who grabs Burnett and steps in front of him.
Stephen Anderson: I don't know who you are but you better watch your mouth.
Knight laughs once again and says nothing but continues to laugh as he just shakes his head and walks away from them. Anderson starts to follow Knight to call him out but Burnett grabs him.
Adam Burnett: It's not worth it. Let's go.
Both men head in the other direction as they restart their tour of the backstage area as we go to commercial.
Alpha Title Contendership Match
Jay West vs Psychopomp vs Jaice Wilds vs Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso
Kyle Steel: The following is a Alpha Title Contendership Match! Introducing first Jay West!
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.
Kyle Steel:Introducing next representing the Brotherhood, Psychopomp!
The lights goes out and Bleed Well of H.I.M starts playing from the speakers. Beams of lights of different color starts going off to the rhythm of the guitar and Psychopomp jumps in the middle of the entrance. The lights turns back on back and he walks towards the ring
Freddy Whoa: Most these men getting another shot at being number one contender at the Alpha title.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next Jaice Wilds!
"Side Of A Bullet" by Nickleback blares as the man walks to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing last, Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso!
He comes down to a cacophony various of fire alarms doing somersaults and flippy moves showing off he'll also occasionally stop and show off his fire skills by shooting a stream of fire through the air
Zach Davis:And it's on! Fuego is battling it out with Wilds. West with Pomp! OH it's an all out brawl!!
Freddy Whoa: All these men are wanting to be the next breakout star here in the WCF!
Wilds gets the upper hand and slams Fuego down hard with a neckbreaker, as Pomp nails West with a series of chops followed by an emerald fusion.
Zach Davis: West and Fuego roll fro mthe ring and now its Pomp and Wilds.
Freddy Whoa: WIlds rushes Pomp, who hits him with a tilt a whirl back breaker. Oh that’ll give you a weak back.
Pomp then follows up with a leg lock, and pulls a cookie from his pocket and begins to much it.
Zach Davis: I don't know if now is the time to get a light snack Psychopomp!
Freddy Whoa: There is always time for a light snack Zach!
West and Fuego are both up on the outside,Fuego comes running around the side, vaults off the steel steps and nails a shining wizard knocking West back down. Fuego runs along the side the apron and springboards into a leg drop on Pomp breaking the hold. Pomp rolls out the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Well maybe there is a bad time for cookies.
Zach Davis: Wilds is up, hurricanrana on Fuego! No Feugo lands on his feet goes for an enziguri!
The enziguri connects and as Wilds falls to the mat, West comes spring boarding in with a phenomenal forearm to Feugo.
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
West goes for a pin on Wilds.
Pomp breaks it up. He picks up West and attempts a belly to belly suplex but is nailed with a drop kick from behind that sends both he and West crashing to the ground. Fuego begins stomping on Pomp until he is rolled up by Wilds.
Fuego on his knees argues with the ref, and pays for it with a Kinshasa from Wilds.
Zach Davis: Wilds quickly jumps to the top rope... AERIAL ACE!
He pins Fuego.
Freddy Whoa: Jaice Wilds is going to Rise Up!
Zach Davis: He'll be the only one standing in the way of Jason O'Neal getting a World Title shot if he so chooses!
Jaice Wilds celebrates his victory while the rest of the competitors try to figure out what happened.
Television Title Match
Stalker vs Sebastian Knight
Undertaker's music hits... or at least something that sounds like it but isn't copyrighted by the WWE... and Stalker stalks his way to the ring.
"Guardians at the Gate" by Audiomachine fills the arena via the PA system as Sebastian Knight, new Television Champion, steps through the curtian 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.
Zach Davis: Fans are still talking about Sebastian Knight's shocking victory against FPV last week, capturing the Television Championship.
Knight starts the match by running at Stalker and going to Clothesline him into his corner but Stalker sees him coming and sidesteps him. Stalker instead fires off a series of rights and lefts before whipping Knight into the opposite corner. Knight hits the corner and stumbles forward into a Body Slam by Stalker. Stalker drops down and covers him.
Freddy Whoa: So far we haven't had any issues with this, but there IS a time limit in Television Title matches. Going for the win as fast as possible is always a smart decision.
Stalker lifts Knight up and elbows him a few times in the head. He shoves him into the corner and hits a few more elbows.
Zach Davis: Stalker has slowed the pace down, working methodically here, taking his time.
Stalker backs up and runs at Knight, Clotheslining him against the turnbuckle before pulling him out and tossing him into position on the mat. Stalker begins climbing to the top.
Freddy Whoa: And now he's decided to go high risk!
Zach Davis: But will it pay off?
Stalker reaches the top and flies..
Freddy Whoa: FLYING ELBOW!
NO!, Knight rolls away! Sebastian Knight works his way up just as Stalker gets to his feet, holding his elbow. Knight quickly puts him in an Arm Wringer before smashing his elbow, knocking him down and hitting a Leg Drop onto his arm.
Zach Davis: Looks like Sebastian Knight smells blood!
Knight lifts Stalker up and elbows him a few times before hitting an uppercut. This wakes Stalker back up and he hits a few elbow shots of his own, but he's using the injured elbow; they don't quite land as effectively as he'd want. Knight is able to block one of them and kicks Stalker in the gut, lifts him up, and drops him with a Brainbuster!
Freddy Whoa: Pin attempt by the Champ!
No!, kickout by Stalker.
Zach Davis: I believe this is Stalker's first Television Title match and he's not giving up without a fight!
Sebastian Knight backs off and waits for Stalker to work his way to his feet. Stalker's back is facing Knight and Knight is just waiting for him to turn around.
Freddy Whoa: Here it comes...
Zach Davis: POI!
NO!, Stalker has it scouted and sidesteps it, kicking Knight in the gut and DDTing him to the mat!
Freddy Whoa: Great reversal! Both men down now!
Stalker uses the ropes to help him get to his feet. He waits as Knight gets up as well. Similar to how Knight stalked him earlier, Stalker stalks Knight now, waiting for him to turn..
Zach Davis: Stalker runs..
Freddy Whoa: SPEAR!
Stalker drops down and pins Knight.
NO! Knight kicks out!
Zach Davis: SO close!, and he has Knight on dream street!
Freddy Whoa: This wouldn't be the first time someone lost the Television Title in their first defense. Sebastian Knight doesn't want to let that happen but Stalker may not be denied!
Stalker quickly lifts Knight up and throws him to the ropes. Stalker rushes Knight as he comes back.
Zach Davis: BIG BOOT RIGHT TO THE FACE! BOOT CONNECTS!
Stalker drops down and pins Knight!
Freddy Whoa: NO!, NO! KNIGHT GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Stalker begins to celebrate before realizing what happened. He turns back to Knight and Knight trips him up, causing him to fall throat first into the turnbuckle. Knight pulls him back and executes a quick Backbreaker before quickly transitioning him into the Powerbomb position. He lifts him up...
Zach Davis: THE PINNACLE! Powerbomb into the Double Knee Backbreaker!
Sebastian Knight pins Stalker, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: Sebastian Knight retains!
The bell sounds. Stalker rolls out of the ring as Knight is handed his Television Title.
Zach Davis: Sebastian Knight continues his winning ways. Just as we waited for someone to step up and conquer FPV, I feel we may now wait for someone to step up and conquer this man.
Freddy Whoa: Or... Rise Up, perhaps?
We go to commercial.
Vinnie Jones Segment
The camera’s show the locker room after a break where we see Vinnie Jones sit down with a Christmas Hat on his head. He has a letter in his hands that he is writing some final words on before putting the letter in an envelope and puts it down on a table where there’s an mailbox placed upon.
Zach Davis: What the?? Why is he wearing a Christmas hat??
Freddy Whoa: Who cares?? He is an idiot, I even wonder if it is the good guy or the bad guy.
The shot returns to Vinnie as he even puts on a fake santa beard as he ties it to his ears, causing the beard to hang lower beneath his chin as it causes a gap to emerge. Making it look really stupid as fans are laughing while they are watching it on the Titan Tron.
Good Vinnie: Ahum, can everyone hear me??
The camera can be seen nodding up and down, making a suggestion that we do.
Good Vinnie: Good, because I have decided to start something new. Something that will cause all you people to be granted a wish to happen and make your lives a whole lot better!!!
The crowd cheers for that announcement from the latest member of Zero Tolerance.
Good Vinnie: Now let’s go and see who has written Vinnie for their wishes to be granted.
Vinnie walks over to the mailbox and grabs the envelope that he just written a few moments ago.
Zach Davis: You got to be kidding me, this isn’t real?? He wrote it himself!!
Freddy Whoa: Shhhhh, I want to know who is getting their wish granted man!!
Vinnie opens the envelope and strokes his fake beard while reading the letter and feigns a surprise.
Good Vinnie: Now isn’t this a coincidence?? The person wrote the letter is named Vinnie too!!! What are the odds to that??
Zach Davis: It’s you!!!
Freddy Whoa: SHhhhh!!!! This is amazing!! I’m going to write down the address for the next time so I can sent in a wish too!!!
Good Vinnie: Dear Vinnie, my name is Vinnie too. And I wanted to ask you for three wishes if possible.
Vinnie pauses for a moment to think about it.
Good Vinnie: Well seeing that you are the first person ever to write and normally I would grant three people a wish. So I guess for now I could grant you that.
Vinnie suddenly falls backwards off his chair, we can see his legs lifted in the air as he is moving his boots in a desperate fashion as the people are laughing. He finally gets up and sits down, showing an angered look as he straightens his beard
Evil Vinnie: So I’m going to allow this idiot who is me to begin with three wishes. My first wish will be me prove to the world why ZT is going to be a strong force in 2017 and kick asses and take names
Freddy Whoa: Awesome!!!
Evil Vinnie: My second wish??For every future wish granted for you fuckers out there… I get one wish as well!!!
Zach Davis: Oh brother...
Evil Vinnie: And the final wish?? I want to make the chameleon Adrian Archer alter three times in one match before realizing that he will remain the lonely bastard that he is and that Zero Tolerance will never hear from this fuck again!!!
With that he rips off his beard and stares into the camera.
Evil Vinnie: I’ll see you in the ring Adrian, good luck man… good luck.
With that he walks off as the shot fades.
The Big Time Jerks vs Lilith/Dag Riddik
Kyle Steel: This next contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first the BIg Time Jerks, Adam Young and Austin Adams!
Voice: WCF would like to issue a Parental Advisory at this time.
"The Power" by SNAP starts playing as a video package of the Big Time Jerks start playing on the titan tron. White lights and smoke start covering the entrance. Out steps Adam and Austin in matching wrestling tights and boots.
Crowd: BTJ! BTJ! BTJ!
They go threw a weird hand shake before they start towards the ring. Adam throws up both middle fingers and then points towards the ring as Austin is laughing. They circle the ring twice before the jump up and bump their chest's together. They wipe their feet before entering the squared circle.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents...
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 tight leather pants, a silver studded belt and an extremely tight low cut tank top. Lilith proceeds to walk down to the ring as the crowd begins to boo her quite loudly.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 132 pounds.... she is the number one contender for the Internet Title… she is… LILITH!!!
Lilith then walks around the outside of the ring and climbs up onto the ring apron, staring emotionless at the nearby fans. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth waiting for her tag team partner to arrive.
Kyle Steel: And her partner…
Before Dagvalds music can even start playing though Lilith charges at Adam Young, who was still discussing with his team mate who would begin the match and slams her fists down hard onto his spine. Adam collides with Austin and causes his team mate to fall through the ropes onto the floor below.
Zach Davis: Lilith going after Adam Young before the match has even officially started!
Freddy Whoa: You think she's even aware of that fact? Her team mate isn't even out here yet…
Lilith grins wickedly at the downed Adam Young before climbing on top of him.
Lilith: YOU FUCKING DISGUST ME ADAM!!!
Lilith begins sending hard left and rights down onto Adams skull as the wrestler does he best to cover up.
Lilith: YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED DEAD YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!!!
Lilith sends a hard elbow down onto Adam Youngs skull busting him open as the referee desperately tries to pull her off of him.
Zach Davis: The referee desperately trying to pull Lilith off the busted open Adam Young, this match still hasn't even officially started yet damnit!
Lilith finally listens to the referee and climbs off of the downed Adam Young but not before sending one final shot down onto his nose.
Freddy Whoa: The referee and Austin Adams checking on Adam Young… is she laughing?! Lilith is standing there laughing! That woman is unbelievable!
Zach Davis: And here comes Dag Riddik!
Lilith continues to laugh at Adam Young as he pushes himself up off the floor, nodding to the referee to say that he was okay. The referee starts cleaning the blood off of Adam Young's face as Lilith and Dag start seemingly trash talking each other.
Zach Davis: Errrrrrr… It looks like Lilith has decided that she'll be starting this match…
Adam charges Lilith clotheslining her hard to the mat, and proceeds to take his aggression out via stomping a mudhole into the woman. Young tosses Lilith to his corner and tags in Adams.
Zach Davis: The Big Time Jerks seem big time pissed off about the pre match jumping.
Freddy Whoa: That...was...horiible. Just horrible Zach.
Zach Davis: The assult I kno…
Freddy Whoa: NO your joke Zach, OH BTJ just double suplexed lilith!
Adams gos for pin
Lilith kicks out. Lilith fires a few shots to Adams gut and climbs to her feet whips Adams into the ropes, who returns nailing the woman with a sling blade. Adams tags in Young who lifts the lady up, but is knocked backwards with a jawbreaker. Lilith then bites Adam Young on the nose followed by an eye rake. The brunette then nails a german suplex on the bald man. Lilith hits the ropes and nails a running leg drop.
Freddy Whoa: Lilith looks to go for a tag, no! She blows Dag a kiss and mouths Pony boy.
Zach Davis: WE knew it was only a matter of time before these to large egos blew up, could be the end of the alliance here.
Adam Young gets back to his feet and hits the woman with a reverse neckbreaker. He raises her to her feet and whips her into his corner. TAG! Adams is legal again. Adams hits the woman with a enziguri, laying her out. Adams hits a moonsualt on Lilith. Pin.
Kickout! Adams raises Lilith and tags in Adam Young. Young whips Lilith into her corner.
Freddy Whoa: OH! Lilith's elbow accidentally knocked her partner, Dag from the apron!
Zach Davis:I’m not so sure that was an accident Johnny.
Adam YOung rushes the lady in the corner, who rolls him up in a flas o’conner roll.
Zach Davis: Dag is in the Ring Yelling at Lilith! The won the match but seems that they are falling apart. That was one hell of a match, and I didn’t expect anything less from these four competitors and their level of physicality.
Dag and Lilith are standing on one side of the ring, side by side, staring down the Big Time Jerks on the other as both teams recover. The Jerks start to step towards the middle of the ring, and Lilith starts to walk up to meet them. Dag hesitates for a second but follows one step behind. Young and Adams scowl fiercely at both of them and raise their fists again. Lilith pats Dag on the back and prepares to fight back.
Lilith: Let’s teach these guys to just accept a beating, Dag!
Lilith steps one bit closer to the Jerks. Suddenly Dag winds up and outright nails Lilith with a balled fist right upside the head. She collapses from the unexpected blow but catches herself before she hits the ground. The Jerks are surprised and wonder if they should get involved but Dag gives them a nasty look to warn them this is his fight. They scoff and back off, happy to see their opponents implode.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my goodness! I didn’t see that coming!
Dag kicks Lilith hard in the side of the gut and finally she collapses on the mat. He jumps on her and begins pulverizing her face. She tries to shove him off but can’t get ahold of herself after the shocking attack. He rears back and pounds his elbows into the side of her head. This must go on for nearly a minute before he stands up and starts kicking her again.
Finally two referees run down to the ring to try and break up the attack. Dag shoves them back and hops out of the ring, leaving them to try and help Lilith up. She manages to stand up, ever defiant, but is clearly battered and enraged. She tries to shove off the referees as well but falls to her knee. They come to help her again and stand her up to guide her out of the ring down the ring steps.
As she steps between the ropes, Dag runs up and slams her with a steel chair. She falls from the apron and faceplants on the ground. The referees try to stop Dag from doing further damage but he threatens to nail them with the chair too and they back off. Dag continues to lay into Lilith with the chair as she squirms on the ground until she just about stops moving. Finally he throws the chair on top of her and grabs a microphone before climbing into the ring.
Dag: This is what happens when you try to make a fool out of me! For two weeks, Lilith here has thought she could make a joke out of me. She thought she could weaken me before our possible match for the Internet Championship. Well how’d that turn out for her, eh? Here I am, two weeks in and I’ve laid waste to the entire internet division. I warned Seth, and I warned everyone, that anyone who stands between me and the Internet Championship will have their careers ended. Kidd Krazzy is out with a broken arm, and Teddy needed a full week to recover. I cancelled their match at 13 which they had so arrogantly conceived! I guess real injuries matter, even on a fake show.
Dag: That’s three people laid to waste without mercy. I am extending fair warning to anyone who has the misfortune of facing me next week. You will be crushed without remorse and I will enjoy every second of it. Lilith thought she was always getting the better of me. She thought she could trick me and string me along. How’d that work out for you, Lily bear? What a shame. You let your guard down and made the mistake of underestimating me, and you’ve paid the consequences. Now you are nothing but an example, and anyone who doesn’t learn from you will meet the same fate.
Dag throws the mic at a chubby woman with spiked dyed red hair and nails her in the face before leaving the ring.
Jason Cash Segment
Jason Cash stumbled backstage. He had gotten the night off, but was there to watch Jaymz and Erik battle it out in the ring. His walk led one to believe that he'd had a few too many beers.
Jason Cash: Adam Young!
He was drunk and looking to get revenge.
Jason Cash: Adam Young! You sumbitchin dingleberry! Where you at?
He met Adam Young coming around a corner. Adam swung first, out of pure habit. The right fist connected with Cash's jaw. Jason wasted no time spitting in Adam's eyes. He super kicked Adam quickly. Adam fell in a lump on the floor.
Jason Cash: I always attack from the front you ignorant sumbitch.
Jason spit tobacco at the man one last time. He stumbled away whistling
Ethan King vs Adam Burnett
Zach Davis: Next up, we have Ethan King versus Adam Burnett! Two young guys, one of them looking to make his way back up the ranks, the other just starting his ascent in the WCF. This is sure to be a good one.
Freddy Whoa: You’re right Zach, a win for either one of these guys is great momentum as they look to build themselves up towards bigger and better opportunities.
Zach Davis: Indeed. Adam Burnett already holds a shot at the Alpha Championship, this could be a statement win for Ethan should he manage to come out on top.
Freddy Whoa: The same could be said for Burnett, should he submit the former United States Champion!
The start to “Become A Legend” plays triumphantly throughout the arena, extracting a mixed reaction from the crowd, split between the short-lived memories of Ethan King’s former persona, and the darker one the now rules over him. The lights gradually begin to dim, coming down to a dark hue that places extra emphasis on the stage. Large, golden letters flash over the black titantron.
THE FUTURE KING...
A quick montage of Ethan King’s in-ring exploits take place, showing him hitting flashy combinations of Moonsaults, Diving Neckbreakers, Pele Kicks and Sling Blades.
The image turns to grey as footage of King hoisting the United States Championship in a pose of victory, a cocky grin spread over his face, the image transitions to one of Ethan King, alone in darkness.
A flash of golden pyro goes off as “The Revealed’ makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage area, all-knowing smile spread over his face as he holds both arms out in a welcoming gesture, bathing in both the adulation and spite from the crowd. The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, arms still held out by his side as he ignores the few hands of fans reaching over the barricade to try and get a touch of the sensation.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California. Standing at six-feet two inches, and weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds… ETHAN… KING!
He bounds up onto the apron of the ring, mouthing the words “Showtime” to the camera arrogantly before leaping and swinging himself over the top rope, he lands elegantly and spins around, holding his arms out once more before coming to a complete stop in the centre of the ring.
He smiles once more before retreating to his own corner of the ring, sitting down with a look of amusement on his face as he awaits for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: Ethan looks relaxed as he comes into his second match since return.
Freddy Whoa: The first one didn’t go exactly how he planned, although that could be put down to just bad luck. He’ll be looking to remedy that tonight.
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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent! From Reynolds, Nebraska, standing at six-foot three inches and weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds! ADAMMM BURNEETTTTT!
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.
Freddy Whoa: Boy, are the fans loving Adam Burnett! This man has been on a roll since making his debut at the tail end of 2016!
Zach Davis: Another win here, and I think we can confidently say we’re looking at one of the rising stars of 2017, Freddy.
DING DING DING
The bell sounds, and this match is set to go underway. Ethan King gets up from his seated position in the ring, while Adam Burnett makes his way out of the corner. Adam Burnett offers a lock-up, Ethan smiles and reaches his hand out… before slamming his boot into his gut.
The crowd jeer Ethan as he sends hard blows crashing off the forehead of Burnett, who eats a one-two combination that forces him back into the turnbuckle. Ethan digs his shoulder into his gut, keeping him locked into the corner as he continues to throw fists into both the body and face of Burnett, who is doing his best to protect himself in this situation!
Zach Davis: Ethan King pressing his early advantage here. I think Burnett is looking for an opening of some sort.
Freddy Whoa: You won’t find many when facing this man, Ethan King has turned himself into one of the most technically sound men in the company, I don’t think-
As he says that, Adam ducks underneath a wild, mistimed swing from the overeager Ethan, getting behind him and locking him up from behind… before levelling him with a violent German Suplex! Burnett bridges for the early cover.
Kick-out by Ethan King, who looks annoyed that he got caught with that. He stumbles up to his feet, only to eat a dropkick from Burnett, who is already up to his feet! Now it’s Ethan’s turn to fall into the turnbuckle corner, Burnett charges him, leaping into the air…
Freddy Whoa: Leaping Clotheslines! God, that thing had some impact behind it.
Ethan stumbles out of the corner, visibly winded from the move, as Burnett hits him with a hard fist that sends him crashing back down to the mat. He goes for another cover.
TW-NO! Early kick-out by King once more.
Burnett grabs Ethan by the hair, a determined look in his eye as he wraps his arm around his head, whilst hooking Ethan’s over his own.
Zach Davis: Looks like he’s setting up for a suplex of some sorts…
As he attempts to lift Ethan, the latter hooks the leg of his opponent, stopping him from executing the move. Ethan throws two hard rights into the ribs of Burnett, causing him to relinquish his hold of him. Ethan swoops forward, locking Burnett’s head and hooking his leg upward, before bracing himself and throwing Burnett behind his head, sending him careening into the canvas with an Exploder Suplex! Burnett bounces off the mat hard, but Ethan barely allows him time to recover. Picking him up off the canvas and leaving him standing in the centre of the ring. He throws a kick which connects to the gut, doubling Burnett over. Ethan runs to the ropes and as he reaches Burnett, executes a Cut-Under Neckbreaker!
Freddy Whoa: Ethan King is linking together some nice offense now, this isn’t looking good for Burnett. We know what happens when this man gets on a roll.
Zach Davis: King with the cover, could this one be over?
Kick-out by Burnett, right at the count of two. Ethan smiles, picking himself right up to his feet… before jumping and flipping backward all in one motion, hitting a Standing Moonsault on the downed Burnett!
Freddy Whoa: Impressive athleticism being showcased by Ethan here! Could this be enough?
Ethan glares at Burnett with a smirk, before going down for another cover.
NO! Kick-out by Burnett once more. Ethan shrugs and begins to pick Burnett up to his feet once more, but Burnett is fighting back! One, two, three elbows to the abdomen, followed by a clothesline which King ducks under. King runs to the ropes, but as he reaches Burnett…
Zach Davis: Back Body Drop! Holy shit, did you see how high Burnett just launched King?
King’s back slams on the canvas, his face contorts in pain as he holds onto the lower back, bringing himself back up to his feet… only to get scooped up by Burnett and slammed straight back down to the mat. Burnett with the cover this time!
Ethan King kicks out, although not with the ease he did on his previous attempts. Burnett is getting fired up now, he pumps his fist once, the crowd roaring back in adulation of the young man. He makes his way to the turnbuckle corner, bounding up onto it in one athletic leap, before turning his back to Ethan King.
Zach Davis: Is he doing what I think he’s doing…?
Freddy Whoa: Burnett’s going high risk!
In one fluid motion, Burnett leaps off the turnbuckle and executes a picture perfect moonsault, one-upping the standing variation of Ethan King as he lands directly on top of him, immediately hooking the legs for the cover!
Freddy Whoa: King pops the shoulder up before the count of three… and he looks pissed!
Zach Davis: That he does, Freddy. But does he have any idea where he is?
Ethan begins to stumble to his feet, looking less than impressed with the recent turn of events in this match. Adam Burnett is sizing him up from behind, and just as he gets to his feet, Burnett charges in for his patented Chop Block…
And King spins around in one quick motion and absolutely floors him with a devastating Rolling Elbow!
Zach Davis: What in the world was that?
Freddy Whoa: He calls that one “Identity Crisis”… and we can see exactly why! I don’t think Adam Burnett knows where he is right now.
Ethan King chuckles as he looks towards the audience, putting his hands together and dusting them off. The crowd continues to boo him loudly as he goes for the cover.
NOOOOOO! Burnett gets the shoulder up just in time, even after eating the vicious Rolling Elbow! The crowd pops, cheering their favourite on wildly, who has glazed over look in his eye as his head falls back down to the ring mat.
Zach Davis: Incredible kick-out by Adam Burnett after taking that shot Freddy but… I don’t think he has anything left after that.
Freddy Whoa: That seems to be the case, Zach. And look at Ethan, he’s unfazed.
The smile never leaves the face of Ethan King as he scoops Adam Burnett off the canvas, locking him in the positioning for his Inverted Lifting Single Underhook DDT… and he hits it, slamming the back of Burnett’s head hard off the mat.
Zach Davis: FLATLINE! And I think we can call this one, Freddy.
Ethan King soaks in the silence that has washed over the audience, as he drops over Burnett for the cover.
The bell sounds, as Kyle Steel steps up to make the result announcement.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen… the winner of this match, via pinfall… ETTTTHAANNN… KIINNNGGG!
“Become A Legend” begins to sound loudly throughout the arena as Ethan King gets his hand raised by the official, he looks down at the prone body of Adam Burnett with a smirk, before rolling out of the ring, strutting up the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: Take away nothing from Adam Burnett here, this was a brilliant match. Right from the very beginning. Hotly contested, exactly what you want to see from two young guys looking to push themselves up the ranks.
Freddy Whoa: Exactly right! A great win for Ethan King here, but there is no doubt from anyone here tonight that Adam Burnett won’t bounce back from this. He’s been working hard his entire life, this is but a minor setback for an athlete of his calibre and work-ethic!
Zach Davis: That being said though, where does his opponent, Ethan King, go from here?
Freddy Whoa: Only time will tell!
Slam fades out to commercial break, as Adam Burnett begins to make his way to his feet, receiving applause from the audience in attendance here tonight.
Adrian Archer vs Vinnie Jones
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 viewers 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, and fog fills 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 stops at the apron and arms extended turns to the crowd and proclaims "BEHOLD..THE BASTARD!"
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 he looks around at the crowd and smiles. He raises his arms in the air and waits for the pyro to happen before starting to punch in the air before walking to the ring. The fans cheer 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 stares into the eyes of his opponent.
Zach Davis: Adrian Archer used to be a member of Zero Tolerance, but those days are done and now Archer seems to be after them. Tonight he's got Vinnie Jones.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: The two men meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading blows!
Both men trade blows to the face, neither one giving an inch for several moments. Archer eventually gains the upper hand and hits the ropes, but as he comes back Vinnie Jones executes a Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: DAMN! HUGE Spinebuster to start this off!
Vinnie quickly pins Adrian.
No!, Archer shoots the shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: He may be a bastard but he's tough as nails.
Jones lifts him up and lifts him up into a Vertical Suplex but Adrian shifts his weight and lands behind him. Archer Dropkicks him. He goes down on one knee and Adrian hits the ropes and takes him down with a Lariat as he's begun to get up. Vinnie Jones won't stay down and begins getting up again; this time Archer grabs him and executes a Scoop Powerslam. Right into a pin.
No, kickout by Jones now.
Zach Davis: Vinnie Jones is the newest Zero Tolerance member, which means he has the most to prove.
Freddy Whoa: Well, not necessarily more than Adrian Archer, who is still fighting to find his footing here.
Archer lifts Jones up and throws him to the ropes. As he comes back Archer kicks him in the gut before executing a Swinging Neckbreaker. Archer then begins climbing to the top.
Zach Davis: Adrian Archer, going high risk...
Archer flies off with the Diving Crossbody! He lands on Jones and goes for another pin.
No!, another kickout by Vinnie.
Freddy Whoa: Vinnie Jones needs to get back in the driver's seat here if he wants to win this.
As if on cue, Vinnie Jones begins punching Archer in the gut while Archer begins lifting him up. Jones is able to block a few strikes from Archer. Archer goes to throw him to the ropes but Jones reverses the irish whip attempt; as Archer comes back Jones kicks him in the gut and executes an Empaler DDT!
Zach Davis: Archer works his way up but Jones has him in his sights...
Jones drops him in the Kimura Lock!
Freddy Whoa: KIMURA LOCK! KIMURA LOCK APPLIED!
Archer flails around, trying desperately to find a way out of it.
Zach Davis: This is it! Vinnie Jones has got him!
NO!, Archer is able to grab a rope! The ref forces Jones to break the hold!
Freddy Whoa: The damage has been done, Archer is hurting!
Vinnie Jones isn't done with submissions; as Archer gets to his feet he grabs him from behind.
Zach Davis: KOKINA CLUTCH!
NO!, Archer pushes his body backwards and smashes Jones into the turnbuckle before he can drop toe and lock in the hold. Jones gets a kick from Archer before Archer drops him with a Swinging Neckbreaker.
Freddy Whoa: Adrian Archer back in control!
Jones starts getting to his feet as Adrian runs to the ropes.... Springboard...
Zach Davis: THE DROP! ADRIAN HITS IT!
He quickly lifts Jones up.
Freddy Whoa: KILLSHOT!
NO!, as he locks in the Reverse Russian Legsweep this allows Jones the chance to grapple him....
Zach Davis: KOKINA CLUTCH! KOKINA CLUTCH APPLIED!
Archer lasts several moments but he has no chance of escape; after a few moments he's out.
Freddy Whoa: This one is over. Vinnie Jones walks out victorious!
The bell sounds. Vinnie Jones gets to his feet to have his arm raised as medics check on Archer.
Zach Davis: The Magnificent Bastard wouldn't give up, wouldn't tap out, but in a move like the Kokina Clutch, it doesn't matter.
Archer rolls out of the ring of his own power and begins heading to the back as Jones celebrates.
Champion vs Champion
Teddy Blaze vs Jason O'Neal
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first . . .
The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat echoes throughout the arena, signalling the arrive of Teddy Blaze! The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp.
With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Blaze appears before them, holding his hands out over his head and bathing in the applause. He takes a deep bow and walks towards the ring, waving to the fans along the way. He wears an almost cocky grin as he rolls between the ropes, offering 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.
Kyle Steel: From Houston, Texas, standing at six feet and weighing in at one hundred and eighty-eight pounds . . . he is your WCF Internet Champion, Teo del SOL!
Zach Davis: Teddy Blaze has had a rough few last weeks, with his most recent defeat coming at the hands of the newly formed coalition of Lilith and Dag Riddik.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, I think a lot of people here in the Wells Fargo Center are wondering whether tonight will be the night he pulls out of this rut. Certainly not the easiest opponent to try and break a streak against
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, your WCF Alpha Champion . . .
“#1” by Nelly hits as Jason O’Neal steps out to the stage. He saunters to the ring while Kyle Steel continues the introduction
Kyle Steel: From New Orleans, Louisiana, standing at six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds . . . he is “The Real Deal,” Jason O’NEAL
At ringside, Jason hands his Alpha title off to a stagehand as he slides beneath the ropes into the ring.
Zach Davis: And here is the Alpha Champion, who has just recently eclipsed a two month reign. This means he can cash in for a match for any of the secondary titles here in the WCF, or wait an extra month and make yourself eligible for the World Title. Which would you do, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: You know, Zach, I’d wait. Between Steven Singh and David Sanchez, Joey Flash is pulled enough directions that you may very well slip in between his defenses and steal one away. Not to say that Joey Flash will be caught off-guard easily.
Zach Davis: Needless to say, a win against fellow champion Teddy Blaze would be a good step in the right direction for showing the WCF universe that Jason O’Neal belongs in the Main Event. And that match is about to begin.
The referee for the evening was not one to delay. Looking at the two competitors before him, he gives them two thumbs up before calling for the bell to start the match
DING DING DING
The two men begin to circle one another, sizing each other up in the first few moments of the match. Jason O’Neal throws a quick kick that hits only air as Teddy dances back out of the way. O’Neal steps forward again, but Blaze dives in and grabs the Alpha champion by the arm, Irish whip in the mind. O’Neal reverses and its Blaze shooting into the ropes. On the rebound, Jason drops to his stomach and Blaze steps over, hitting the opposite ropes. A leap frog follows on the rebound, and Blaze leaps from the mat to the second rope, a springboard technique ready in the back of his head. O’Neal had this well-scouted, and follows up behind Blaze, kicking the middle rope with his leg. Blaze loses his balance and falls hard on his back and neck on the mat.
Zach Davis: Jason O’Neal taking control early.
Without delay, Jason O’Neal drops down for the first pinfall of the night.
Freddy Whoa: Gonna take more to put the Internet Champion away.
O’Neal throws Blaze into a side headlock, looking the keep the high flyer grounded. The fans get behind their Internet Champion, though, and begin to clap and chant as Blaze pushes himself to his feet. O’Neal shoves him forward into the ropes, and on the rebound leaps in the air with a spinning heel kick. Blaze sides underneath the kick on his knees, and pops to his feet as O’Neal lands facing away from him. Jason turns, and Blaze throws a kick of his own
Zach Davis: Habanero Hurricane! We haven’t seen that in a long time.
But Jason O’Neal ducks underneath the kick as Blaze lands away from O’Neal. Teddy whips around, only to see a boat flying at his face lightning quick.
Zach Davis: The Sensation!
Freddy Whoa: But Teddy Blaze catches O’Neal’s foot!
A look of shock crosses his face as Blaze somehow catches his boot in mid-air. Blaze is a little surprised too as he whips O’Neal leg away from him, forcing O’Neal into a one-eighty. With his back open, Teddy Blaze leaps onto Jason’s shoulders and shifts his weight at an attempt for a Reverse Frakensteiner. O’Neal keeps his balance and moves over to the ropes, hoping to dump Blaze out to the outside. Blaze grabs onto the top ropes and uses O’Neal’s momentum to drag the Alpha Champion over the top rope to the outside. Then, with a big display of athleticism, he skins the cat so that he returns to the ring to a pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: There’s the show stealer we’re used to seeing from the Texan. And it doesn’t look like he’s done.
Freddy Whoa: Teddy Blaze shoots the ropes, just as Jason O’Neal turns to face him on the outside of the ring. Blaze leaps . . . SUICIDE DIVE over the top rope, sending both men crashing into the barricade.
Adrenaline was pumping in Blaze’s veins as he pops up immediately, hopping up onto the barricade and pointing at the crowd as they chant “Teddy Blaze, Teddy Blaze.” Match awareness quickly takes over as he pulls O’Neal back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Diving in behind him, Blaze administers the pin
Blaze shakes his head as he finds his feet. He glances to the top turnbuckle, and the crowd pops. It wasn’t difficult to see his thought process as he moves onto the ring apron.
Zach Davis: Teddy Blaze springboards up. Habanero High Dive!
Freddy Whoa: But Jason O’Neal is on his feet!
LAGNIAPPE! The RKO out of nowhere spikes Teddy Blaze on his head as the crowd gasps. Jason O’Neal pushes himself to his feet. He points at Teddy Blaze, calling for him to get to his feet again, shouting at him.
Zach Davis: Teddy Blaze is barely stirring. Jason O’Neal could probably take the victory right now.
Freddy Whoa: This is more than just ‘taking the victory.’ There are some who’d probably argue that this was Teddy Blaze match until the last moment. He wants to take away any doubt about who won tonight.
Slowly but surely, Teddy Blaze pushes himself to his feet. And Jason O’Neal was there waiting for him, with a second RKO.
Zach Davis: A second Lagniappe, and Teddy Blaze is barely moving now.
Freddy Whoa: Jason O’Neal with the pin.
Zach Davis: Jason O'Neal is one step closer to challenging for the WCF World Heavyweight Title, Freddy!
The cameras cut backstage as we see Psychopomp entering the backstage cafeteria. Psychopomp wastes no time in going straight over towards the dessert cabinet where they have a wide range of all different types of cookies. He eventually picks out a couple of white chocolate chip ones and places them onto a plate ready to pay for his selection.
Voice: I hope you choke on that fucking cookie you worthless son of a bitch!
Before Psychopomp can even turn around to see who just said that a steel chair comes into the shot and SMASHES the wrestler HARD into his skull. The wrestler immediately collapses straight down onto the floor as Lilith and the red head now know to be Cheyenne step into the shot. Lilith has a wicked grin on her face and immediately steps up to the downed Psychopomp as Cheyenne stands back looking rather unphased by what was going on. Lilith reaches down and wraps her hands around Psychopomps throat, picking him up off the floor and staring angrily into his semi conscious face.
Lilith: You like your fucking cookies, huh?! Here… have some fucking cookies!!!
Lilith throws Psychopomp directly into the dessert cabinet, sending cookies and cake flying everywhere as she begins to throw hard left and rights into his face, busting open the wrestler. Psychopomp stretches out his arm trying to grab hold of something, anything he could reach to try and defend himself but Lilith immediately stops him from doing so.
Lilith: What? You want this one?! Yeah this cookie looks quite nice doesn't it! Here… try it!
Lilith grabs hold of some nearby red velvet cookies and begins to shove them down Psychopomps open mouth, causing the man to choke on them as Cheyenne laughs just behind Lilith with the steel chair still in her hands. Lilith continues to beat down Psychopomp for several more minutes before finally letting go of him, his body falling lifelessly onto the floor.
Lilith: You know what? I'm bored of this worthless piece of shit now. Chey, be a babe and rip his fucking arm off would you?
Cheyenne nods her head just happy to have been of assistance and immediately steps up to Psychopomps unconscious body, grabbing his arm in her hands. She takes one final look at Lilith who approvingly nods her head and Cheyenne locks Psychopomp in an aggressive armbar ready to break his arm just like she did with Kidd Krazzy and Zander only the week before. Lilith smiles wickedly down at them as she just waits for that satisfying pop.
Voice: Let him go, Cheyenne!
Lilith turns around to see who had just said that, Cheyenne stops applying so much pressure to see who had just said that as well. Standing there mere feet away was People's Champion, Kevin Bishop, accompanied by his wife Karma Bishop and Dion Necurat. All three of them look like they're ready to explode with anger.
Kevin Bishop: I said… LET … HIM … GO!!
Lilith looks at the three of them before finally bursting out laughing. She taps Cheyenne on her shoulder telling her to break the hold as the redhead does so and joins Liliths side. Cheyenne takes a step towards Kevin Bishop looking like shes ready for a fight before Lilith puts up her hand stopping her.
Lilith: Cheyenne watch out! Kevin might ask you to make a sandwi.....
Lilith's quip was cut off, as Dion's face turns red with anger and he charges at the brunette. Lilith steps back as Cheyenne lunges at Dion, only to be launched into the nearby wall by the wrestling warrior.
Karma instantly bolts after Lilith who has turned tail and ran away, as Dion stands over the fallen ginger. Completely ignoring Cheyenne, Kevin simply checks on his brethren who although now semi conscious again was clearly in a lot of pain.
Dion Necurat: These pests need to be dealt with before they become an infestation.
Kevin nods before looking to where his wife was last seen, a worried look upon his face.
Winner is ZT Champion For A Year
Jaymz vs Erik Black
Special Guest Referee: Jay Wonderful
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the winner of this match will be named ZT champion for the year!!!
The arena lights dim, the music begins to play and Jaymz silhouette appears at the top of the ramp. As the music picks up, the lights come on and dark blue sparks shoot from both sides of the ramp and Jaymz casually makes his way to the ring showing no emotion
Kyle Steel: The first wreslter to enter the arena stands in at 7’2, weighing in at 313 pounds!! Hailing from Noble, Oklahoma!!! Jaymz!!!!
Death Trend Setta by Cross fade hits on the PA system as the lights go dark. A spotlight shines on the entrance stage as Erik walks out. He has a black towel over his face. He stops at the ramp and looks around before darting to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest turnbuckle. He climbs it. He does a black flip off of it while throwing the black towel into the crowd. He then simply waits for his opponent
Kyle Steel: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6’0 and weighing in at 215 pounds!! Hailing from Los Angeles, California!!! Erik Black!!!!
Kyle Steel: And for this match we will have a special Guest Referee!!! The Hardcore Champion!!! Crazy J!!!!
Crazy J’s music hits as the hardcore champion walks out to the ring wearing a striped shirt. He enters the ring, he then checks on Jaymz and Erik Black for weapons in their tights before calling for the bell.
Zach Davis: Okay, this is going to be an interesting match. The first ever ZT championship match on SCW television.
Freddy Whoa: To be honest?? I just want to see them kick their asses and get it over with!!
Erik circles the big man, who stares Erik down with a glee of confidence before he moves into Erik as he wants to wrap his arms around him. But Erik manages to sidestep and hits Muy Thai kick in the back of Jaymz his leg and when Jaymz kicks him in the midsection before moving out of the way. Causing Jaymz to give him the nod before the two circle each other again.
Zach Davis: Obviously Erik has to stay out of the strength of this giant and use his speed!!
Freddy Whoa: I want him to just show me his wrestling skills that he has been boasting about. To me he is a punk!!
Crazy J tells them to get it on as they are anticipating each other’s move and first mistake. Finally the two lock arms as Black is being pushed in the ropes before being thrown in the air and lands hand on the canvas. Jaymz wraps his arm around his throat with a reverse chinlock on Black as he puts all of his weight on top of the back of Black. Crazy J is checking on Black if he wishes to give in to the pressure that Jaymz has put on him. But Black says no before grabbing the head of Jaymz as he slowly gets to his feet and then drops hard on the canvas and delivers a jawbreaker on Jaymz. Causing him to free the hold that Jaymz has put on him.
Zach Davis: Great move to get out of the hold!!
Jaymz staggers backwards where we see Black get to his feet and wraps the arms of Jaymz between the top and middle rope before driving his knees in the midsection of Jaymz before elbowing him in the head several times. Finally Crazy J gets in between, pushing Black aside as he starts to untie Jaymz on the ropes. We can see Black run the ropes just as Crazy J has untied Jaymz and checks on, he gets leapt over by Erik Black as he puts his hands on J’s shoulder and executes a cross body block on the big man. Who surprisingly catches him on the final moment and tosses Black to the outside by tossing him over his head.
Crowd: Holy shit!! Holy shit!!!
Zach Davis: Good God!! That was a game changer for sure!!!
Jaymz steps over the top rope and to the outside, where he grabs Black and starts to pound away on him before whipping him hard in the barricades. Crazy J starts a methodical ten count on both men as we see a replay of the move that send Black to the outside. Jaymz has grabbed the throat of Black and whips him hard into the ring apron with his spine hitting the hard cover. Jaymz slides in and out of the ring to break the ten count and rolls Black back in the ring with his chest hovering over the apron before getting on the apron and drops a leg across the back of Black before rolling him back in the ring.
Zach Davis: Good God!! That must be it!!!
Freddy Whoa: That’s what you get with a high risk dumb move like that!!!
Jaymz rolls Black up for the cover, but only gets a count of two as Black got his shoulder up. Jaymz lifts him up and sets Black up for a Powerbomb move, hoisting Black up in the air as then sets him up for the drop. But Black drives series of elbows in the forehead of the big monster before poking his eye for good measure out of sight of Crazy J. This causes Jaymz to let go off him, causing to fall to the canvas as Black catches the head of Jaymz in the way down and drops Jaymz hard with a big time DDT before trying to roll him over on his back and covers him as he hooks his leg.
Crazyy J: One!! Two!!
Jaymz kicks out, sits up as Black gets behind him and locks him in a reversed chinlock before forcing him to the canvas again on Jaymz’s side. Wrapping his arm tight around the chin as J has a good view whether it is a choke or not. Black puts extra pressure on the neck and back of Jaymz by pushing his upper body off the canvas before jumping upwards and landing hard on the canvas while maintaining the grip on the chinlock. Causing the impact of the blow to be send to the neck and head of Jaymz, who grabs J as to try to break it as J pushes his hands off of him. Jaymz slowly tries to get to a sitting position as Black alters his move quickly from a reverse chinlock to driving his knee into his spine and pulling back on the massive arms of the big time seven footer.
Zach Davis: Black wants to make a point by making the big guy submit.
Freddy Whoa: I doubt it he gets this big idiot in a submission hold for too long!!
Jaymz is pounding his leg on the canvas several times before slowly managing to get to his feet as he uses his strength and balance to fight out of it. Black kicks him in the back before setting him up for a German Suplex, but it is blocked by the bigger and more powerful man Jaymz. Who grabs the hands of Jaymz and breaks the hold that he has on Jaymz before spinning Black around and levels him with a huge clothesline. Jaymz signals that he has enough as he rakes his throat. He grabs Erik by the head and picks him up and sets him up for another Powerbomb attempt, this time he manages to drop Black and goes for the cover.
Crazy J: One! Two!! Thr…
Somehow Black manages to get his shoulder off the canvas in shock to everyone in the arena but mostly for Jaymz. Who grabs him by the head and starts to pound away on his chest with clobbering forearm shots. He follows it up with grabbing his strong hand around the throat of Erik Black and lifts him up to his feet before setting him up for his finishing move.
Zach Davis: This must be it!! He is going for the Silence chokeslam!!!!
Freddy Whoa: HE HITS IT!
Jaymz drops down and pins Black one more time.
Crazy J: THREE! WE'VE GOT A NEW ZT CHAMPION!
Jaymz's music hits and he rolls off, laying on the mat for several moments.
Zach Davis: What an unbelievable match! Only once a year does someone get the chance to become the Zero Tolerance Champion, and this was the first time ever in WCF!
Freddy Whoa: Truly historic, Zach! And Jaymz has done it!
Jaymz fights to his feet and gets his arm raised to a respectful ovation from the crowd.
Crowd: ZER-O TOL-ER-ANCE! ZER-O TOL-ER-ANCE!
Jaymz raises his newly won belt in the air as we go to commercial before our main event.
Andre Holmes Segment
The Wells Fargo Arena has been sold out three times in a row for the Sunday Night Slam legendary show. WCF is proud of these numbers especially the 20,000 fans going wild for the show. The cameras shift around to Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis seated behind the announce table ready to call the action for the night.
Freddy Whoa: Hello ladies and gentlemen! Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam where we've seen some crazy matches happen on this episode. Our main event features the WCF Tag Team Championships on the line where Damian Kaine and Joe Smarts will challenge Cap N' Crook. This is what I like about this Slam, all the new guys taking up the torch and proving their worth.
Zach Davis: Well, we just came off from another great year of XIII. We've seen crazy matches such as Age of Ultron and the main event where Corey Black remained victorious. Pantheon dominated XIII so a little rest is in order.
"Relentless" by New Years Day cuts off Freddy from responding back to Zach. Andre Holmes' presence in Wells Fargo was not expected but he's out center stage wearing all Reebok black gear even with the hoodie covering his head. Only his face is shown to the crowd and it's damn sure not a cute one. He starts walking down to the ring with his eyes never leaving the ring, ignoring all the hateful fans on his walk down the entrance path.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU ANDRE! FUCK YOU ANDRE! FUCK YOU ANDRE!
Zach Davis: Andre became successful in the Age of Ultron match but wanted to make sure that he's going after Crazy J for the WCF Hardcore Championship. If you read our Twitter, Crazy J feels that Andre Holmes is too entitled and needs to earn a shot before making a challenge.
Freddy Whoa: And racistly saying it.
Climbing up the steel steps, he picks up a microphone along the way before walking down the apron. Andre swoops through the ropes then stands in the center of the ring. A few moments after his music fades, he rolls his eyes at the disrespectful Philadelphia crowd and speaks loudly into the microphone.
Andre Holmes: ...There is a fine line between being tactical and being a coward. Ever since I made my return to WCF, I've had two things on my mind. The WCF World Championship and MY WCF Hardcore Championship. That championship I was wrongly stripped of when a certain man got into his alcohol just a little bit too much and fired me from the company.
Andre Holmes: So now, I've been told that I had to wait in line and earn my shot by the champion, Crazy J of Zero Tolerence, who knows that he's scared of me. He's seen what I've done with the WCF Hardcore Championship and he knows that he can't handle the performance, talent, skills and sadism I will bring inside the ring. So what does he do best? He brings the cheap heat. Aligning himself with Zero Tolerance, Lilith, Dag Riddik and all the worst talent in the back to form some racism committee and downplay my chances of getting a championship match I so rightfully deserve?
Zach Davis: That's also true. The level of racism backstage has been very high.
Freddy Whoa: We need to sue for him.
Andre Holmes: That type of behavior is unsuitable for the Hardcore Champion. Crazy J is a coward and has no honor in this company. I did what I had to do last week because I was tired of being in the status quo while inconsiderate fucks like Crazy J were given free passes to be the absolute trash of this company.
Andre turns to the camera for a mere moment then instead turns to the stage. He walks forward to lean on the ropes and raises the microphone up to speak into it.
Andre Holmes: Seth Lerch. You know damn well I deserve my Hardcore Title belt. You owe me for what you did in Mexico. My Age of Ultron match at XIII proved more Hardcore and more entertaining than anything he has done with the belt. Seth Lerch. I want my WCF Hardcore Championship match at Rise against Crazy J of Zero Tolerance!
Freddy Whoa: No way! You heard it here, Andre has laid down the challenge and now we're waiting on Seth Lerch's reply!
Seth Lerch: Enough!
Seth Lerch walks out from the back to center stage having enough of Andre's demands. He doesn't pay attention to the booing crowd but speaks into the microphone.
Seth Lerch: I've had to deal with you whining, complaining, demanding and acting like you were robbed. What happened in Mexico was because of you and Rebellution! Blame that on yourself.
Seth Lerch: But you do have a point. You were the last Hardcore Champion before Nathan Chambers, Zombie McMorris and you never got your rematch. So after reviewing that Age of Ultron match on that B- show, XIII.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU SETH! FUCK YOU SETH! FUCK YOU SETH!
Seth Lerch: Tell you what. I thought you were just another common mid carder but after you showed some personality two weeks ago by taking out Dion, CJ and doing the same with John Gable in the mix. I'll give credit where credit is due. You haven't lost your touch. You want the match? You got it!
Zach Davis: IT'S OFFICIAL! ANDRE HOLMES WILL FACE CRAZY J FOR THE WCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP AT RISE!
Seth Lerch: Oh and Andre, one more thing. If you don't beat Crazy J for the Hardcore Title, you'll never get a shot at the belt again. Good luck.
Andre Holmes: I don't need it. Crazy J does. Bitch!
Seth rolls his eyes and leaves while Andre walks around the ringing raising his arms.
Freddy Whoa: Let's get back to these commercial messages. This is too much!
Tag Team Titles Match
Damian Kaine/Joe Smarts vs Cap 'N Crook
Freddy Whoa: Tag Team Title time, Zach! Are you ready?
Zach Davis: Ready, willing and Gable.
Freddy Whoa: What?
Zach Davis: John Gable! Isn’t that his catch phrase?
Freddy Whoa: Who knows, he barely shows up anymore!
The crowd cheers when 'Vertigo' by U2 comes on the speakers. Captain Bruddahood comes rushing out and sprints down the ramp. He slides into the ring. The crowd goes wild! He gets up and jumps on the 2nd Rope. He soaks in the cheers with a Randy Orton style pose. The crowd once again cheers. He flips back onto the canvas. He is ready.
Every bit of illuminating technology goes out in the arena as the crowd falls dead silent. Becky Hanson's version of "I started a Joke" echoes throughout the arena.
"I started a joke....
That started the whole world crying....
But I couldn't see....
That the joke was on me...."
The silence creeps in again as the music cuts, and then...
"I torture you-oo-oo-oo"
Damian Kaine walks out onto the stage with his hood up. He stands straight and still at the top of the ramp.
"Take my hand through the flames.
I torture you-oo-oo-oo.
I'm a slave to your games. (I'm just a sucker for pain.)
I wanna chain you up. I wanna tie you down...
I'm just a sucker for pain!"
As the bass drops, Damian throws his hood off and the crowd pops. He walks down the ramp, high-fiving fans. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and climbs into his corner.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know if you saw this week, Zach, but Kaine is none too happy with having Joe Smarts as his partner.
Zach Davis: Well, I didn’t see that but I also don’t really see how it’s applicable since Captain Bruddahood is clearly his tag partner.
Freddy Whoa: Zach….that’s Joe Smarts.
Zach Davis: What?!
Freddy Whoa: You’ve got to be kidding.
Zach Davis: Wow. What a twist.
Freddy Whoa: God, you’re dumber than…
Zach Davis: Joe Smarts?
Freddy Whoa: Captain Bruddahood.
“Been Caught Stealing” by Jane’s Addiciton blasts over the loudspeakers as Captain Pantheon comes sprinting out from the back followed shortly by Steven Singh. Cap stops halfway down the entrance and strikes a superhero pose as Singh stands in the middle the stage and raises his tag team title high over his head and gold pyros shoot to the ceiling. Cap springs the rest of the way down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope as Singh saunters casually down. Cap dutifully hands his title to the referee with a bow. As the ref goes to take it out of Singh’s hand, he turns away and raises it in the air one more time turning first to his opponents while yelling incoherently then to the crowd who showers him with boos. Singh then shoves the title belt into the chest of the referee who hands them off and immediately calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: Singh slaps Cap on the back and steps out of the ring while on the other side, Damian Kaine sternly orders his partner to the apron.
Zach Davis: That’s probably a good thing. Who knows where Smarts would end up otherwise.
Kaine flies at Cap with a flying forearm and then a flurry of punches. He backs the tag champ all the way towards the turnbuckle where he continues pounding the champ with lefts and rights. Finally, the referee steps in to break it up and Kaine backs off with his hands up. Just as the referee steps back out of the way, Kaine comes diving back in with a dropkick. He pulls Captain Pantheon out of the corner by his mask and then whips him into another corner...where Singh is?
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is he doing?
The arrival of Cap surprises Singh who had been jawing with a front row audience member, completely unaware that his partner was being pummeled. Singh gives a confused look to Kaine.
Zach Davis: Kaine is pointing at Singh! He wants the number one contender!
Singh looks behind him, feigning disbelief that Kaine is pointing at him. Kaine gives him the two handed “bring it on!” gesture and a chest thump to boot.
Freddy Whoa: Kaine isn’t scared of Steven Singh one bit and this crowd is jacked!
As the crowd cheers Kaine’s aggression, Singh steps through the ropes slowly with a shit-eating grin covering his face. The two men circle for a moment but Kaine come flying in with a clothesline which is ducked under by Singh. Singh with a rear waistlock into a big release german suplex.
Freddy Whoa: No! Backflipped out of by Kaine! What agility! And Kaine follows it up with a clothesline to the back of Singh’s head who goes down hard!
Singh is back up but driven back down by a dropkick. Singh slaps the mat, gets up again and goes running at Kaine who leapfrogs him, waits for Singh to bounce off the far ropes then hitshim with a hurricanrana on the way back. Singh is down hard again and then rolls immediately to the outside of the ring to regroup.
Zach Davis: And our number one contender needs a breather here as this Brotherhood member is giving him all he can handle.
Freddy Whoa: He’s not gonna get it!
As Singh takes a walk on the outside, he doesn’t notice Damian Kaine FLYING over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha driving Singh to the mat. Kaine is on his feet and pumped. The crowd is on their feet and pumped! Singh tries to shake it off Damian hops up onto the guardrail behind him, waiting for him to turn around. Seeing him out the corner of his eye though, Singh lunges towards the opponent, knocking out one of his legs and sending him bouncing off the rail and into the front row crowd, which cheers in response. Kaine quick back up to his feet but Singh hits him with a quick right from the other side of the rail then suplexes his opponent onto the floor outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Referee at a five count now as Singh pulls Kaine over to the stairs...Oh what’s he doing?
Singh then applies a leg grapevine on Kaine over the steel stairs and Damian writhes in pain. Smarts looks, tilting his head to the side like a dog that isn’t sure how to react to the situation then finally hops off the apron and walks over. Before he can break the hold though, Cap is there with a bulldog to Smarts! And now the referee has stopped the count to get outside to try and restore some order. He gets in Singh’s face who finally breaks the submission applied to Kaine before rolling back in the ring. Both Captains return to their corners as the referee checks on Kaine who struggles to his feet and then hops back into the ring, seemingly on one leg. Acting quickly, Singh grabs a double leg takedown on Kaine before tagging Captain Pantheon in
Freddy Whoa: Thievin’ Steven sends Kaine off the ropes, follows him, Captain in the ring now BIG BOOT! CHOP BLOCK!
Zach Davis: They call it Lower the Boom, Freddy, and it just turned Kaine inside out!
Freddy Whoa: A cover from Captain as Singh hits Smarts off the apron with a knee lift.
NO! NO! He kicked out! I don’t know how but Kaine kicked out of that devastating move!
Singh heads back to his corner and out of the ring as Cap grabs the near lifeless Kaine. Cap whips him into the turnbuckle Kaine comes stumbling out as Cap moves towards him. On instinct alone, Kaine grabs Cap and falls backwards with a reverse STO into the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: What a move from Kaine! Both men are down!
Freddy Whoa: Kaine is straining to get to his corner….Cap is looking to get to his as well. Kaine makes the tag to Captain Bruddahood!
Smarts cuts off Captain Pantheon before he can get to his partner and puts the boots to him hard. He drags Pantheon to the corner where he nails him with a Tornado DDT. Smarts to the apron and then hits a springboard leg drop.
Zach Davis: The Brotherhood is on fire! A pin!
Zach Davis: What the hell? Smarts just stood up? He’s running around with his arms raised after a two count like he’s the new tag champion.
Freddy Whoa: He thinks he won on a two count. Come on.
As Smarts heads towards his partner to celebrate a victory that doesn’t exist Kaine is screaming at him, pointing at Captain Pantheon who’s gotten back to his feet. Smarts turns around slowly as is met by an ear clap and a scoop slam. Captain sends Smarts into a corner and follows up with a big stinger splash. He sends Smarts off the ropes and drop toe holds him onto the second rope. Tag to Singh, Cap heads to the apron.
Freddy Whoa: I think we’ve seen this before also as Singh slaps on a camel clutch aaaaaaand...NASTY dropkick to the face of Joe Smarts!
Zach Davis: It’s the Clutch ‘n Kick!
Freddy Whoa: That’s a terrible name for a move.
Zach Davis: Uhhh, NO. It’s a great name. It’s perfect for Cap ‘N Crook!
Freddy Whoa: Also a terrible name.
With a smirk on his face Singh releases the camel clutch over the second rope and then smacks Smarts on the back of the head. He backs off as Smarts begins crawling over to his corner on all fours. As he reaches towards Kaine’s outstretched hand, Singh grabs his fingers and bends them back before rolling him up with a mahistrol cradle.
Freddy Whoa: One….two….Kickout by Captain Bruddahood!
Zach Davis: So...does he think he just LOST on two also?
Freddy Whoa: I have no idea, Freddy.
Both men get back to their feet but Singh locks Smarts into a high clinch then a rough judo hip toss. The referee slides into position for a count as Singh has both Smarts’ shoulders down but the number one contender releases the hold and just stands up. The referee and Joe both look at Singh confused. Singh signals for Joe to go tag his partner as Kaine bounces excitedly in the corner. Smarts gets to his feet and walks slowly to his corner but with his back turned and before he can make a tag, Singh slithers in behind him with a half and half suplex. The Tag Champ lets out a laugh and then leans heads to the corner to jaw at Kaine. Smarts is back up but on wobbly legs. Singh turns around and--
Freddy Whoa: Superkick! Superkick from Captain Bruddahood onto Singh! But the Captain goes right back down!
Both men are down for a moment before they each begin to stir. Singh is up and dragging himself to his corner while Joe Smarts, wobbly-legged and dazed is heading for...a neutral corner?
Zach Davis: What the hell is he doing?! Where is he going?!
On his feet, Singh makes the tag to Captain Pantheon and sees Smarts in the neutral corner, confused while Damian Kaine screams the Brotherhood’s corner. Singh signals to Cap who climbs to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Smarts just realized where his partner is! He’s bolting towards Kaine! No! He’s intercepted by Singh with a lungblowe--OH MY GOD!
Zach Davis: As Singh hit that lungblower, Captain Pantheon hit his Banzai splash from the top! They call it the Banzai Blower!
Freddy Whoa: Seriously, these guys have the worst names for everything.
Zach Davis: A pin!
Kaine hops the rope to break up the pin!
No! Kaine is caught with a high knee from Singh as he tumbles out of the ring!
THREE! And STIIIIIIILLLLLL WCF Tag Team Champions!
Freddy Whoa: Wow, they got away with one here. Singh did not look like he was on his A game tonight and Damian Kaine was a house of fire.
Zach Davis: Yeah, you might even say they stole this one.
In the ring, Singh demands the tag titles and a microphone. Smarts writhes on the canvas as Singh hands his partner a title and then pulls Smarts to his feet before slapping him in the face.
Freddy Whoa: Come on!
Steven Singh: Captain Bruddahood, huh? You think so? My partner here doesn’t think you can captain a fucking bathtub and would like to show you how the only REAL Captain in the Dub discharges imbecile impostors like yourself!
Singh pulls Smarts arms behind him, holding him open for an attack and Captain shakes his head.
Steven Singh: C’mon! Hit him!
Captain Pantheon shakes his head again and turns away. Livid, Singh throws Smarts to the mat as he rolls out of the ring to where Damian has now recovered. Singh spins his partner around by a shoulder and is barking at him off mic.
Freddy Whoa: Some partner. Now look at The Brotherhood on the outside, that’s a partnership.
Smarts is struggling to his feet, tugging at Kaine on his way up. Kaine pushes his hand away and slaps the guard rail in frustration. Smarts then throws an arm around Damian.
Freddy Whoa: Frustrated with the loss sure but still there to support each other!
Kaine pushes Smarts’ arm away again and walks ahead just a bit. Confused, Smarts jogs after him and grabs him by the shoulder.
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT! Gunpowder Treason from Damian Kaine on his tag team partner! He just beheaded Captain Bruddahood with that superkick!
The crowd with a collective gasp and a smattering of boos as Kaine pulls at his hair with both hands and yells something at the downed Smarts before heading up the ramp. In the ring, Singh has turned his attention to the fracas outside while Captain Pantheon watches the action, slackjawed. He pulls the microphone back to his mouth.
Steven Singh: Best move you’ve ever made, Damo.
Kaine stops on the stage and turns to face Singh.
Steven Singh: Personally, I’d have KO’d HPV or Bitchup but go ahead and punch down. This shitpile is more your speed anyway. Oh and I saw your precocious stunt during your promo and heard that cute little challenge you threw out. Now as fighting champions--and I’m sure Captain will back me up here--we gladly….REJECT your pathetic rematch request! Maybe next time, don’t shit all over your partner and start counting losses before your mom sings. Maybe do something to earn another title shot...You know, like I did. Speaking of which…
Another week, another 7 days of R & R for the WCF’s favorite fuckchop Joey Flash while I come out here entertaining the mongrel hordes and having to pretend The Brotherhood could ever possibly matter. Spoiler: they don’t. And your month-long vacation leading to Rise Up doesn’t matter either. Every week you’re not here is another week that trinket on your shoulder tarnishes. It’s another week you remind the entire WCF Galaxy that you were never here to “save it,” that you don’t love this place and you never will. Shit, you don’t even love wrestling. You’re a paper champion who continues to sully the brand of World Champion by jerking off on your couch at home while I do the dirty work of carrying this company Slam after Slam after Slam. 14 days and that gold begins its return to prominence, value, and meaning here in the WCF. 14 days and The Golden God ascends to his throne where he’ll piss golden showers down unto the heads of ye unwashed masses. 14 days and I’ll have done it BY MYSELF and FOR MYSELF. 14 days and I’ll have plucked the the fucking cherry from the shit sundae of Pantheon, tied the stem in knot with my tongue, and then shoved it up Lerch’s ass. 14 days, JoJo. Til then…stay ducking.
Slam fades to black.