01/22/2017
Live from the Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania


Slam Intro

Spontaneously, “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by The Rolling Stones comes on the sound system throughout the arena and all the LED boards display TRUMP/PENCE signs.

Zach Davis: This can only mean one thing…

Freddy Whoa: Time for a celebration! Take a bet on how long until this gets out of hand?

Zach Davis: Too late.

Dagvald Riddik struts onto the stage covered from head to toe in Trump gear. He has a Trump hoodie, a Make America Great Again hat, Trump track pants, a Trump tee, Trump bracelets, Trump rings, Trump shoes, Trump pins all over, #MAGA face paint on his forehead, and to top it all off, a big Trump flag hanging from his shoulders like a cape. He pauses at the top of the ramp as waves of pyro go off, sending star shapes to the roof of the arena.

He continues down the ramp, making the smug Pepe gesture with his hand to people on each side of the ramp. When he reaches the ring, he does a perfect triple rotating backwards corkscrew inverted upside down face-first reverse flip, sticking the landing right over the ropes and onto the mat, with thunderous pyro erupting from all four ring posts when he lands. Confetti cascades from the ceiling, and an absolutely unreasonably gigantic American flag with Trump’s face as all fifty stars and a huge Trump face in the middle unravels down from above the ring. Suddenly three dozen men wearing Pepe the Frog costumes climb out from under the ring and start dancing around and slapping people in the front rows.

Zach Davis: This is an absolutely bizarre sight, ladies and gentlemen, and quite frankly I feel obligated to apologize. Hopefully it doesn’t get anymore ridiculous.

Suddenly a group of people jump over the barricades at one corner of the ring, wearing costumes made to look like famous SJW’s like Trigglypuff, Smuglypuff, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” guy, “YOU’RE FUCKING A WHITE MALE!” guy, Reza Azlan, Anita Sarkeesian, Brianna Wu, Zarna Joshi, Justin Trudeau, Laci Green, Franchesca, and George Takei. They act like they are going to fight with the Pepes, but Dag shoots a confetti cannon at them, disorienting them long enough for the Pepes to start beating the shit out of them. On the titantron, a loop of the SJW protestor screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” from Trump’s Inauguration is being played on a loop as the SJWs are beaten up and thrown out of the ring area into the crowd. Dag begins shooting #MAGA hats into the crowd, aiming for people who look pissed off or like SJWs.

When he finally runs out of hats and the Pepes threw out all the SJWs, Dag takes his microphone to his mouth and exclaims,

Dag Riddik: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, INTRODUCING, YOUR FORTY FIFTH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, DONALD JOHN TRUMP!

The official picture of Trump in the Oval Office is thrown up onto the titantron to a deafening chorus of boos.

Dag Riddik: THAT’S RIGHT! AS OF FRIDAY, JANUARY TWENTIETH, DONALD J. TRUMP IS IN CHARGE OF THIS COUNTRY, AND THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!

A chant of Not My President begins to catch on in the crowd. Dag laughs hysterically, almost falling over from the lightheadedness. He pulls out his phone.

Dag Riddik: Hey Siri: Who is president?”

Dag’s phone is linked to the titantron, where the google results are displayed depicting “Donald J. Trump is President of the United States.” He falls on his back laughing, tears in his eyes and holding his stomach. People try to throw trash into the ring but the Pepe Patrol goes into the crowd to find and punish them physically.

Dag climbs back to his feet and yells: DONALD TRUMP IS PRESIDENT OF THIS COUNTRY! DONALD JOHN FUCKING TRUMP! AND THE BEST PART IS, IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT'S YOUR FAULT! AND YOUR FAULT!

Dag goes around the ring pointing at every single person booing or whining.

Dag Riddik: Your fault! And your fault! And your fault! You all did more to get Trump elected than the people who voted for Trump! Your whining, bitching, complaining, threatening, violence, rioting, hating, condemning, acting holier than thou, all that, that is what won us the election! And to thank you for all your amazing work, I present to you all, gifts!

Now fake checks for “A small loan of one million dollars” are falling from the ceiling alongside $1,000,000 bills with Trump’s face on them. Dag bursts out laughing gleefully again and steadies himself against a ring post.

Dag Riddik: I told each and every single one of you that Trump would win, and now he won, and I was right as always, and you special snowflakes can’t accept it! Now you march, riot, and light trash cans on fire as though you can reverse history! It’s gloriousLY PATHETIC! I LOVE EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF IT! I WILL NEVER STOP RUBBING THIS IN YOUR FACES FOR THE NEXT EIGHT YEARS BITCHES!

The ceremony devolves into Dag saying Trump won over and over again for three minutes straight as roving Pepe deathsquads round up anyone who looks Mexican, Arabic, or feminist/cuck/SJW for deportation. They march them out of the arena.

Dag waves them goodbye shouting: I JUST MADE WCF GREAT AGAIN! I MADE ----

Much to Dags surprise his microphone is cut out preventing him from finishing whatever he was going to say.

The lights in the arena begin to flicker before going off completely, the live crowd cheering loudly although they do not know who or what this could be. The large screen in the arena lights up amongst the darkness and shows a single rose, which is clearly time lapsed as the petals soon begin to fall and we watch the rose decay just as quickly as it came up on the screen. The time is restored to normal as a woman's hand is on screen reaching in and grabbing hold of the now decayed rose, squeezing it tightly as the ashes fall from her grasp. Finally the lights come back on as “Tore My Heart” by OONA begins to play loudly over the PA system.

The camera zooms into the ramp as we see Lilith, with blood still down her face, wearing the exact same blood soaked clothes she was wearing last week, walking slowly down the ramp, playing with her dirty hair between her fingers. Dag just stands in the middle of the ring looking like he has just seen a ghost as Lilith comes closer to the camera and you can now clearly hear her singing along to the song which continues to loudly play in the arena.

Lilith: Somewhere you’re fast asleep, I hope you’re terrified! One long nightmare, because you tore my heart!

Without hesitation Lilith slowly climbs up the steel steps and into the ring, standing amongst the confetti, still singing to herself with her head down facing the floor. Dag tests his microphone again and it seems to be restored to operating condition.

Dag Riddik: What the HELL do you think you’re doing? This is my very own Deploraball and you DARE interrupt it?! I’ll gladly give you a repeat of what happened last week! I’ll--

Lilith stops in her tracks as she looks up at Dag, a sick wicked grin spreading across her face which just looks even more terrifying than normal as the blood was encrusted onto her face. And then she leaps at Dag, claws outstretched aiming for Dag’s face. Lilith tackles Dag onto the floor and immediately pounces down on top of him, straddling him and lashing out at his face and upper body with her black, sharp nails. Dag attempts to cover up, but this just causes Lilith to claw his arms as well… finally pushing them aside and wrapping her hands around his neck and smiling down at him.

Dags legs continue to flail wildly as Lilith continues to apply pressure around his neck, now smiling even more evilly than she ever has done before. Lilith finally lets go of Dag, who instantly starts coughing and trying to catch his breath… claw marks clearly visible all over his face. Lilith climbs further up Dags body and sits down on top of his abdomen, pushing her hands down onto his shoulders and pinning the man down onto the mat.

Lilith: You and me, Daggy, honey. We’re meant to be! The way you killed those bears just so you could smear blood all over my walls back then… I knew at that moment… I knew that we’d ALWAYS be together!!! AND WE WILL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER!!! YOU WILL NOT BE ANOTHER SCARECROW OR ANDRE HOLMES!!! YOU’RE MINE!!! MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE!!!!!! FOREVER!!!!!!!!!

Dag Riddik: You… can’t be serious… *cough cough* you aren’t Lilith… you’ve been Katherine Phoenix this whole time!

Katherine smiles down at Dag as if she had just heard him say the sweetest words she had ever heard.

Katherine Phoenix: I KNOW!!! Did you miss me?! I bet you did! But don't worry, honey… I’m back now and I will NEVER leave you ever again! EVER!!!

Katherine once again grabs Dag around his throat, however this time she doesn’t choke him, she pulls him up into her and plants a long, hard, kiss right down onto his lips… sucking the air right out of his lungs. The kiss lasts several minutes before Katherine finally lets go of Dag, who instantly falls back down onto the canvas. She smiles one more time before pushing herself up off the floor, grabbing Dag by his ankle and dragging him across the ring towards the ropes. She pushes him through the bottom rope, as he falls down onto the floor below them, Katherine soon following him.

A commotion is heard up in the corner of the arena, and the crowd turns to see the roving Pepe Death Squads descending onto the ring en masse. Five dozen masked alt-righters threaten to storm the ring, leaving Katherine with no option but to forget Dag and speed walk arrogantly up the ramp. She blows one final kiss before ducking out off the stage. The Pepes pick Dag up and check on him, but he isn’t doing very well. They carry him up the ramp to the back.

Amber Lynn Segment

Zach Davis: I'm being told that Hank Brown has a guest backstage.

Freddy Whoa: Could it be related to the opening match?

Zach Davis: Your guess is good as mine.

Cameras cut to the backstage area. Hank Brown is standing, holding the mic up to a VERY tall Amber Lynn.

Zach Davis: HA-HA-HA!!! Hank is so small compared to Amber Lynn!!

Hank Brown: Amber Lynn, tonight you debut against HB and Dark Angel. What are your thoughts?!

Amber Lynn: As everyone, in WCF, saw earlier, I'm not much of a talker. I let my fists and my feet do my talking and I do my talking in the ring.

Hank Brown: What does that mean for HB and Dark Angel?

Amber Lynn looks deep into the camera.

Amber Lynn: DEFEAT!!!

Hank Brown: What does that mean for you?

Amber Lynn: VICTORY!!!

Amber leaves the backstage area, pushing the diminutive Hank Brown.

Amber Lynn vs HB vs Dark Angel

Zach Davis: And now we’re set to begin with our opener for tonight! Three young talents will be squaring off in a triple threat match. What does a win here do for any one of these three competitors, Freddy?

Freddy Whoa: A win here provides a great place to build from Zach. Whoever walks away from this match not only comes out with rookie bragging rights, but can carry on their early momentum toward further opportunities down the road.

Zach Davis: And here comes out first competitor, Dark Angel. And boy, does he look like he means business.

'Judas' by Perfect Circle plays as the big screen lights up with footage of Dark Angel standing on a building next to a stone gargoyle looking at the people below with spite before switching over to showing him in the ring coming off the second turnbuckle curb stomping a chair on an opponent's head and keeps going with footage of him viciously beating opponents. The lights in the arena go out before a strobe light starts to flash and a dark purple smoke rises from the entryway, Dark Angel comes out lowering his head while slowly raising his arms to shoulder length to his sides giving the impression of him having wings before stepping out of the smoke and heads down the ramp scowling at the fans as he proceeds down the isle then rolls under the bottom rope.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first... from Parts Unknown, he stands at six-foot four inches, weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds… DARRRRRKKKKK… ANGEEEEELLLLL!

He climbs the turnbuckles with one foot on the middle turnbuckle while resting the other on the top rope, looks at the crowd with disdain before removing his trenchcoat and throwing it towards the first row intentionally just barely hitting the guard railing instead, finally jumps down ready for his match.

The Stage lights go out. "Trip the Darkness" by Lacuna Coil plays. A lit fuse appears on the video screen leading down the enterway. As the fuse expires at the bottom of the vidoe screen, the drums in song kick in and the stage ignites in pyro. HB flys out of the entryway doing a super hero landing. He pulls his goggles of his eyes an up onto his head. He casual makes his way down the ring. High fiving and mingling with the fans.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! From Green Bay, Wisconsin. Standing at five-feet, seven inches, weighing in at one-hundred and eighty five pounds… HB!

Freddy Whoa: Out of the tree people in this match, HB is by far the smallest. In terms of both height and weight, he’ll be fighting an uphill battle here tonight – that’s for certain.

Zach Davis: Size doesn’t matter.

Freddy Whoa: Something you need to share with us, Freddy?

Zach Davis: No… why would I?

Freddy Whoa: No reason.

As he reaches the ring, HB leaps into the fans warm embracing arms over the rail. Someone from the crowd pours two beers down his throat. The crowd sets HB back over the rail. HB climbs the turnbuck and does flip into the ring. He runs to and up the opposing turnbuckle. Grabbing his googles and aviator cap, he tosses one off the left of the turnbuckle and one of the right of it into the crowd. The music quits when he jumps from the turn buckle.

"Sick like me" by In this moment begins to play. Lavender fog begins to roll out onto the entrance stage. Blue lasers proceed to flash. Amber Lynn begins to walk out. Amber Lynn stops at the edge, of the entrance stage, pyrotechnics explode at both corners as Amber throws her arms up. "Babygirl" continues her way down to the ring...

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Tampa Bay... Weighing in at 325 pounds... She is Babygirl Amber Lynn!!

Amber Lynn spins around with her arms extended outward. Babygirl walks up the ring steps an enters the ring. Amber thrashes along with the music.

Freddy Whoa: This woman is absolutely huge.

Zach Davis: Freddy! Manners.

Freddy Whoa: What? I’m stating a fact. It’ll be a tall task just to take her off her feet – let alone get a pinfall on her!

The bell sounds, and HB is the first to make his move! Dwarfed by the far taller opposition he is faced with, he begins throwing wild punches back and forth between Dark Angel and Amber Lynn. He attempts to mix in a kick, but it is caught by Dark Angel, HB quickly shifts his momentum and throws up the opposite foot, connecting with a resounding enziguri to Dark Angel, who stumbles back into the ropes, leaning on them for support after being partially rocked by the heavy kick.

He turns around to spot Amber Lynn winding back for a powerful strike, he ducks under the hooking blow and throws a side kick into her thigh, but she is hardly affected by the blow. She throws another punch, which HB barely sways away from, before throwing another kick to the thigh. Realizing the kicks are not bringing in the intended results, he backs up into the turnbuckle corner, telling Amber to bring it!

Zach Davis: Taunting a woman of that size? That may be a mistake.

Freddy Whoa: You’re telling me.

Amber complies, charging forward with a primal roar, trying to slam HB with her shoulder straight into the corner, but HB drops to his feet, hooking Amber’s leg with his own and hitting her with a drop-toe hold, right into the middle turnbuckle! She clutches onto her mouth in pain as she staggers back up to her feet, and HB leaps up and connects with a dropkick, sending her into the corner instead!

Zach Davis: For those of you who may have expected HB to back down from these bigger athletes, you were mistaken!

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but how long can he keep this pace up?

Dark Angel, recovered from the blow to the head he took earlier, destroys HB’s momentum with a devastating axe kick that rockets off the back of his skull. His eyes roll up to the back of his head as he drops straight down, face-first into the canvas. Dark Angel rolls him over onto his back, hooking the leg for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Freddy Whoa: HB powers out at two. Even without the kickout, Amber Lynn was there for the break-up… and now she’s picking Dark Angel up by the hair.

Amber has Dark Angel by the hair, but he chops her hand away and then connects with a spinning heel kick into the gut, she staggers back only a pace, as Dark Angel rushes her with a clothesline, it slams off her chest/neck area, but doesn’t send her down to her feet. Frustrated, he attempts another clothesline…

WHAM!

Zach Davis: Dark Angel gets demolished by a stiff lariat from Amber Lynn! That might be all she wrote.

Rather than attempt a cover, Amber picks up Dark Angel once again by the hair, and wraps her arms around him, ensnaring him in her grasp, before he can attempt to struggle out, she sends him crunching back into the mat with an impactful belly-to-belly suplex! This time around, she hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick-Out by Dark Angel, who still has a lot of fight left in him. As the two of them get back to their feet, he begins his fight back, throwing close-fisted punches into the forehead of Lynn, who gets forced back into the ropes from the force of the blows. He goes for an irish-whip, but Amber reverses it, sending Dark Angel into the ropes instead. Amber Lynn sets up for a back-body drop, but receives a harsh kick right to the shoulder for her troubles! He follows up with continuous knees, progressively moving her closer and closer toward the turnbuckle corner. Incensed by this rapid offense, Lynn screams and shoves Dark Angel away, throwing him down to the centre of the ring. She breathes heavily, attempting to recover from the loss of breath caused by the knees…

Freddy Whoa: And here comes HB!

Zach Davis: Sliced Bread #2! He got all of it!

Freddy Whoa: And for the first time this match, Amber Lynn is down!

Zach Davis: And HB is going for the cover! This could be it!

ONE!

TWO!

Emphatic kickout by Amber Lynn, who throws HB off of her with force! HB goes rolling back into the ring ropes, but he’s clearly not done with the now kneeling Amber Lynn, who he rushes back over towards, wrapping his arm around the head, looking for a DDT…

But Lynn lifts him up, and pushes him into the ropes, he bounces off and comes back toward her…

Zach Davis: SUPERKICK by Amber Lynn! Who would’ve expected that?

Freddy Whoa: Second kick HB has taken tonight, Zach. I think he may be out.

Amber Lynn is lumbering over toward the now near-unresponsive body of HB, but Dark Angel swoops in from behind her, after biding his time patiently , waiting for the moment to strike!

Zach Davis: Brilliant strategy by Dark Angel, allowing the two of them to fight it out until he could take advantage!

Freddy Whoa: What in the world is he setting up for?

Dark Angel locks Amber Lynn up in a full nelson hold, before lifting her up and snapping her backward, releasing her behind him in one vicious motion! Amber Lynn’s back and neck take the full force of the Full Nelson Release Suplex.

Zach Davis: He calls that Angels Fall! Can he capitalize on the huge impact of that move?

Momentarily slowed by the amount of effort he expended on lifting up the huge Amber Lynn, Dark Angel takes a few extra seconds to throw an arm over her and meekly hook the leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOOO!

Zach Davis: Lynn kicks out at quite literally the LAST possible moment… and now all three of these rookies are down! Who will be the first to rise?

Lynn rolls out of the ring. Dark Angel gets to his feet but quickly rolls out of the ring and goes on the attack, beginning to brawl with Amber Lynn on the outside.

Freddy Whoa: HB heading to the outside now too! All three are out there!

HB swings at Dark Angel and connects with a forearm to the back of the head. He spins him around and kicks him in the gut before going to DDT him. Dark Angel won't let him and instead rams him into the nearby guard rail. Amber Lynn then runs at HB and goes for a Hip Attack.

Zach Davis: Butt Bounce!

HB moves out of the way and Amber Lynn crashes into the guardrail instead!

Freddy Whoa: All of these wrestlers are proficient brawlers, and-

The bell, seemingly out of nowhere, rings.

Zach Davis: What the!?

The fans begin to boo.

Kyle Steel: The referee has declared this match a NO CONTEST DUE TO COUNT OUT!

The crowd boos.

Freddy Whoa: I don't think things are over between these three!

HB and Dark Angel continue brawling until security comes to break them up.

Vic Vegas Segment

Zach Davis: That was quite the match Freddy!

Freddy Whoa: When you can lead the show off with that type of a match, you know you're in the big leagues of wrestling.

Zach Davis: Speaking of big leagues, the WCF has a new "big leaguer" by the name of Vance... uh, wait...

Zach Davis has to scroll through his notes to find the name.

Zach Davis: Vic Vegas! Sorry about that folks. I'm told he is supposed to be joining us for the following match, but he's nowhere to be found, nor has he been spotted backstage.

Freddy Whoa: Hold on a second Zach, I'm being told he's somewhere outside of the Wells Fargo arena. Actually, we have a camera outside, let's go live to see what's going on...

Camera cuts to the VIP Security Gate outside of the arena where Vic Vegas can be seen having a heated confrontation with security. The Pit Boss is off to the side also glaring at the security guard.

Vic Vegas: Listen here simpleton... I've told you five times, I'm Vic Vegas, Vic "The House" Vegas! Check your stupid list one more time.

Security guard gives his list a flippant look.

Security Guard: Nope... nothing here Mr. Venice.

Vic Vegas: Vegas! Jesus, you people are brutal! If the WCF superstars are as incompetent as you people it won't be long before I'm holding a belt in this place. Now do me a favor and get Seth out here. I need the owner to escort me into my locker room. You tell him I'll return this Rolex watch I plan on giving him as a gift if he's not out here in 10 minutes.

Security Guard rolls his eyes.

Security Guard: Got it Mr. Venice. I'll go find the "Owner" since you know, he's probably not busy or anything considering we're in the middle of Slam right now. But you wait here... I'll be right back.

Security Guard turns and snickers as he has no intentions of coming back with Seth for Vic Vegas. Camera switches back to the live action camera inside the arena.

Freddy Whoa: Who was that again Zach?

Zach Davis: I was told earlier that he's the newest star around here, but he's off to quite a rough start.

Freddy Whoa: ...

Zach Davis: What's with the look Freddy? What are you thinking?

Freddy Whoa: I'm thinking I'm about to go outside, tell him I'm Seth and snag me a Rolex!

Zach Davis: Stop it! Let's get back to the action...

Jay West vs Captain Rump vs Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso

Freddy Whoa: After a great showing from our newest set of rookies, we’re here with our second match, AND our second triple threat match, of the night! This match will be showing off some more established talent than the last, although all three of these guys have something in common.

Zach Davis: Right. All three of them have struggled in recent weeks to pick up victories, but that works both ways! One win here, and the entire landscape of these men’s careers can change in an instant.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Captain Rump will be the first one to come out here tonight.

"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.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first! From El Paso, Texas. Weighing in at four-hundred and ninety-five pounds… CAPPTTAAIINNN… RUMMPPP!

Captain Rump stands proudly at the entrance wearing his normal attire, which consists of a red and black mask, skin tight full body red spandex, masked by a pair of black briefs, black boots, and black gloves. A black cape wraps around and hangs down a few inches away from the floor. He turns himself around and shakes his massive rump for a few seconds which causes the crowd to boo once more. He smiles at his own action and soaks in the crowd's hateful energy as he makes his way down to the ring. Captain Rump makes his way toward the center of the ring. He removes his cape and drapes it over the nearby corner turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: And here comes Jay West!

‘I’m A King’ begins to play as the lights begin flashing gold before the lights go out, then Jay walks out and turns his jacket on.

Kyle Steel: His opponent! From Macon, Georgia. Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds… JAAAAAYYYYYYYY… WESSSSSSTTTTT!

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, he continues to the ring and gets and down the AJ Styles taunt from TNA.

Freddy Whoa: And now, the man with the hardest name to pronounce in the entire federation…

Zach Davis: Are you going to attempt it?

Freddy Whoa: On second thought. No. No I won’t, Zach.

Fuego comes down to a cacophony various of fire alarms doing somersalts and flippy moves showing off, occasionally stopping and showing off his fire skills by shooting a stream of fire through the air.

Kyle Steel: And finally, their opponents! From Parts Unknown, he stands at six-feet, zero inches… FUEGO… DEL ETERNO… INFIERNO SILENCIOSO!

Before Fuego can even step into the ring, Jay West rushes out from his corner and starts striking him with violent knees and clubbing forearms, pulling the unsuspecting Fuego through the ropes and proceeding to pound his head with a flurry of punches! The referee attempts to pull Jay West away from his opponent, but cannot stop the aggressive assault being performed upon Fuego. Captain Rump joins the fray, locking up West from behind and levelling him with a German Suplex! The referee sighs and abruptly calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Zach Davis: And we’re off! Although the participants didn’t seem to eager to wait for the bell on this one.

Freddy Whoa: Jay West’s attack and failure to watch his back has put Captain Rump in complete control of this one from the get-go, this is not a good spot for Fuego OR West right now.

With Jay West momentarily out of the equation, Rump picks Fuego up and wraps him up in his near unbreakable grasp, before lifting him up almost effortlessly and slamming him back into the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. Fuego goes flying halfway across the ring, bouncing off the ring mat before crashing into the middle and bottom ropes. Captain Rump lumbers over toward him, positioning his body between the middle and top rope, before pulling back on his head and exposing his chest. Captain Rump looks to the crowd and taunts them, inciting a barrage of boos as he begins his own barrage of clubbing forearms to the chest of Fuego!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!

Zach Davis: Ten clubbing forearm blows later, and the result is a near dead looking Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso.

Freddy Whoa: Did you… did you just nail the pronunciation?

Zach Davis: You know it. Rump looks like he’s done with Fuego for the moment, leaving him to hang on the middle rope. He’s turning his attention to Jay West now…

Freddy Whoa: Run, Jay. Run!

Jay West is up to his feet, still trying to stretch out his back a little after taking the German Suplex from before, he walks forward… right into the outstretched hand of Captain Rump, who grabs him by the neck and immediately hoists him up for a chokeslam!

Zach Davis: But West lands on his feet! Great agility being showcased to get out of that one.

Jay West rushes to the ropes, rebounding off them and coming back toward Rump, who throws out an arm to catch him, West ducks underneath it. His forward momentum continues to carry him forward to the opposite ring ropes, he bounces off of them, picking up speed, Rump turns around at the last second to see West flying toward him…!

Freddy Whoa: Superman Punch! West got all of that one.

The fist ricochets of Captain Rump’s jaw, sending him staggering backward into the ropes Fuego is still sprawled over. West charges him once more, but Rump lowers himself and sends West flying over the ropes with a back body drop…

Zach Davis: No! Once again Jay West shows off his agility by hanging onto the apron, Rump thinks he’s dumped him over the ropes, he’s walking to the center of the ring…

Once again, Rump turns around to see Jay West flying towards him, smashing him in the face after leaping off the ropes, connecting with a Springboard Forearm! Captain Rump falls to the mat with a heavy crash, West stands over him, knowing that won’t be enough to put the big man down. But before he can unleash more offense on the downed Rump, Fuego grabs him by the shoulder, drawing his attention. Instinctively, West fires off a lightning quick Superkick!

Freddy Whoa: Royal Kick by Jay West!

Zach Davis: No! Fuego ducks under it! He rolls West up!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! Jay West barely escapes from the quick pin, rolling out of it and popping back up to his feet, he fires off the superkick once more… but Fuego sidesteps it and boots West in the gut, doubling him over. Fuego positions West’s head between his legs, before wrapping his body up with his hands and lifting him over his head, he holds him there for a moment… and then dumps him straight on his back with a sit-out powerbomb! He holds down on him, keeping the shoulders pinned to the mat for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! West with another kick-out, just in time once again!

Fuego shakes his head in disappointment, he gets up and begins to help Jay West up to his feet, he signals to the crowd, grabbing him around the head in a side headlock. He points to the outside, before rushing along to the rope, carrying Jay West along with him!

Freddy Whoa: Fuego is looking to hit The Supernova! This could literally kill Jay West!

Zach Davis: Here they go…

Freddy Whoa: NO! Captain Rump comes through in a big way for Jay West, dropping Fuego with quite possibly the most vicious lariat I’ve ever seen.

Zach Davis: I don’t think he did it with the intention of saving West, Freddy.

The follow through of Captain Rump’s lariat also connects with Jay West, causing both Fuego and Jay to hit the floor in a heap. Fuego, taking the brunt of the force, is completely laid out, while West is already beginning to stumble back up to his feet. Rump is there to meet him, and latches onto his throat for the second time, he lifts West up… and this time, he hits it! CHOKESLAM!

Freddy Whoa: He caught him this time. This one might be through.

Captain Rump drops down for the cover, his huge body laid out over the unresponsive Jay West.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Zach Davis: Jay West has shown his resiliency here tonight, brilliant performance by him here tonight!

Freddy Whoa: The same can be said for the other two men in this match, Zach.

In dismay after the kickout, Captain Rump slaps the mat and pushes himself back up to his feet, he looks to the turnbuckle, and the back down toward the prone body of Jay West, which is positioned relatively close to the corner. He smiles and slowly begins to make his way up to the top rope, taking each step carefully as he eventually sets both feet on the second rope, balancing on it as he looks down on Jay…

Who pops back up to his feet lighting quick, and cracks Captain Rump with his patented Royal Kick!

Freddy Whoa: Royal Kick! I think that loosened some of the screws in Rump’s head.

Zach Davis: Or turned the switch off in his brain, either or.

Stunned, Rump drops down to a seated position on the top rope, West admires his handiwork for a moment too long however, as Fuego swoops in from behind and dumps him on his back with a backdrop driver! Too tired to make an attempt on the cover, Fuego makes no movement, his limbs spread out in a ‘X’ shape as he looks up toward the ceiling.

Freddy Whoa: Both men are laid out here, this could be Rump’s chance!

Zach Davis: But he too is still recovering from that superkick, this could go anyone’s way.

Captain Rump is shaking his head, trying to get rid of the cobwebs after eating the kick that sent him into a daze. Through the eyeholes in his mask, he can be seen blinking rapidly. He slaps his head multiple times, and as he surveys the scene, he finally seems to realize where he is.

He looks down on the prone form of Fuego, and smiles…

And then leaps off the second rope, with no hesitation!

Zach Davis: Ass Drop! Rump just put that ass to good use.

Freddy Whoa: Pause.

Zach Davis: No, no pause! Rump is going for the cover! Fuego might be dead after all that weight crashed down on him!

Freddy Whoa: You’re missing the point.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOO! Fuego pops the shoulder up, and all three men are down.

Zach Davis: That move had an impact on Rump too, it seems. All three men are down!

The bell mysteriously rings.

Freddy Whoa: What now!?

The fans boo.

Kyle Steel: This match has been declared a NO CONTEST due to a TIME LIMIT DRAW!

The fans boo more.

Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!

Kyle shrugs, nothing he can do about it.

Zach Davis: We're two matches in and we had one countout and one time limit draw.... Let's hope our next match actually has a winner!

Adam Burnett/Sebastian Knight Segment

Slam cuts to Adam Burnett walking in the backstage area towards Seth who is talking on his cell phone. Seth sees Burnett coming and hangs up immediately. He knows what is coming as Burnett arrives.

Adam Burnett: Seth! I've been calling you man! I need to know what's going on next week at Rise Up. Am I getting my shot at Jason O'Neal or not?

Seth looks at Burnett nonchalantly and shrugs his shoulders with indifference.

Seth Lerch: It's not looking like it Burnett. I just don't think you're there yet and Jaice Wilds won the match last week and is on a roll.

Burnett's face falls and the immediate look of disappointment turns to anger.

Adam Burnett: But I won that match at One to become the number one contender! I earned that fair and square!

Seth Lerch: This is the WCF Burnett, everything isn't always fair.

Voice: He's got that right.

Both men turn towards the voice and Burnett rolls his eyes. The voice turns out to be Sebastian Knight. Knight walks up with the Television Title on his shoulder.

Sebastian Knight: Just don't take it to heart, kid. Not everyone has what it takes.

Adam Burnett: I have what it takes. I've showed that every week I've been here.

Sebastian Knight: Apparently Ethan King didn't bother to slow down to notice.

Burnett just stares a hole in Knight as Seth looks at both men.

Seth Lerch: I may have an idea.

Seth pauses and Burnett's head drops at the finality of the words.

Seth Lerch: Sebastian, you don't have a match yet for the Television Title at Rise Up.

Knight looks at Seth, recognition slowly crossing his face

Seth Lerch: And now neither does Adam Burnett. I think it makes the most sense to let you two fight each other.

Sebastian shakes his head, but doesn't interrupt the boss

Seth Lerch: And since you need to defend the belt at every show...that match will be for the Television Title!

Adam Burnett: Yes!

Burnett is now the one smiling as he and Knight exchange glares as Seth walks away and we cut to commercial.

Tom Frost vs Menaki

Zach Davis: Interesting match-up coming next. These two men have competed against one another before.

Freddy Whoa: Yep. Tom Frost takes on Menaki here. The last time these two met, Tom Frost out-lasted Menaki to come out on top in a Battle Royale. Does that give him the mental edge here tonight?

Zach Davis: Maybe, Keep in mind, Tom Frost was not the one to eliminate Menaki. Even so, take nothing away from Frost – he has been impressive since debut, another win here would certainly cement him as one of the up and coming talents here.

Freddy Whoa: A guy that’s 41 can still be considered up and coming?

Zach Davis: You know what I mean.

The lights dim as "Green Onions" hits over the P.A. A spotlight shines on the stage, and old Tom Frost parts the curtain. He dons a well-worn suit and a loose tie beneath an old trilby hat. A lit cigarette dangles from his mouth, and he wears a mean, no-nonsense look on his face. He turns toward the ring, takes a deep drag from his cigarette, and exhales a cloud of smoke. He starts down the ramp, snapping his fingers and bobbing his head as he glares forward.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...standing 6'3" tall and weighing in at 231 lbs...TOOOM FRRRRRROOST!!!

He climbs the stairs and enters the ring through the middle rope. He takes one last drag from the cigarette before flicking it into the crowd. He removes his hat, coat, tie, and shirt and hands them to an official at ringside. The music begins to fade as he finds his corner.

Zach Davis: Even in his relatively old age in comparison to many of the athletes on this star-studded roster, Tom Frost looks to be in incredible shape!

Freddy Whoa: He definitely needs to be, especially considering who he is facing here tonight. Speaking of, here comes Menaki!

Menaki walks out about five seconds after Not Gonna Die by Skillet starts playing, gesturing to the crowd, usually by pointing out, nodding in approval, before staring down at the ring, making a beeline for the ring, all business the second his gear is on. Not even bothering to use the steps, he steps up onto the apron itself and over the top rope, glancing at his opponent over his shoulder as he gestures to the crowd again, raising both hands before turning to face his opponent, waiting on the bell.

Zach Davis: He certainly looks ready to get started.

The bell sounds, and the referee gestures for both men to begin. They give a respectful nod toward one another, before pacing toward the centre of the ring, Menaki offers a lock-up, to which Frost hesitantly accepts. Almost immediately, he becomes overmatched by the seven-footers strength, who begins backing him toward the turnbuckle corner. Frost breaks the hold, spinning around the bigger man, as Menaki turns around he gets lit up by a one-two punch combination by Frost, who then ducks in and hooks him hard into the ribs. The big man is slightly winded by the punch, but fights through the pain and shoves Frost away from him, sending him back first into the middle of the ring.

Zach Davis: Pure power from Menaki right there!

Frost rolls up to his feet, just in time to see Menaki charging toward him, Frost manages to catch Menaki with a hard hook to the cheek, before circling away from the clubbing blow that the big man unleashed moments after being hit by the forearm.

Freddy Whoa: Frost is doing a good job of maintain his cool here, get it?

Zach Davis: That was terrible. But yes, while he is calm right now, you can tell he’s weary of his adversary’s strength.

Menaki closes in on Frost once again, who throws a knee this time, the blow crunches off of Menaki’s core, but the latter is unperturbed by it, grabbing onto Frost and throwing him up onto his shoulder, before running forward and then exploding downward to the mat, ramming Frost back-first right into the mat with a Running Powerslam. He immediately hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kick-out by Frost, right at the count of two. His face bears a stunned expression, surprised by the sudden explosion of power by his much bigger opponent. Menaki pulls himself up to his feet, dragging Frost along with him, he locks him into a front face-lock, before draping his own arm around Frost’s neck, he braces and powers Tom up into the air, holding him in a delayed vertical
suplex.

Zach Davis: Menaki is absolutely man-handling Frost right now, how long has he held him up there?

Freddy Whoa: It has to be at least ten seconds by now.

Almost mercifully, Menaki drops down to his back and in turn, once again sends Frost’s back into the mat with a hard impact. Frost’s face contorts in agony as Menaki holds him down once more for the cover.

ONE!

TW-NO! Frost with an early kick-out, this time.

Zach Davis: He’s got some resiliency to him, hasn’t he? That’s sending Menaki a message. ‘It’s going to take more than that to get rid of me.’

Freddy Whoa: Or maybe he just wants Menaki to finish him off quicker, hence the earlier kick-out.

Zach Davis: That doesn’t even make sense.

Freddy Whoa: Sure it does.

Menaki by now has already propped Frost up toward the corner, and he is running with him toward the corner, looking to drop him face-first onto the top turnbuckle…

NO! Frost writhes out of his grasp, landing lightly beneath him and proceeding to kick out the back of Menaki’s knee, the big man falls to a knee, allowing Frost to grab him by the head and viciously spike the back of his head into the canvas. Frost with the cover this time.

ONE!

Zach Davis: He kicked out of that one early, but Menaki has clearly been stunned.

As Menaki begins to get to his feet, Tom Frost halts his progress by bringing him back down with a neckbreaker. Rather than attempt another pinfall, he stomps away at the big man, trying to wear him down through the blows. He then kneels down beside his prone opponent and begins throwing punches into the face, Menaki covers up as best he can, but some of the blows still make their way through. Eventually, he gathers up enough strength to throw Frost off of him once more, similar to the start of the match, but his face is bruised, nose bloodied from the barrage of blows.

Freddy Whoa: Frost has taken the fight to Menaki, he’s drawn blood here tonight.

Menaki stumbles into the corner, wheezing heavily, the earlier blows to the body seeming to have slowed him down somewhat. Frost glares at him from the opposite end, and flashes a smile to the crowd before charging him in the corner.

Zach Davis: SPEAR! Menaki explodes from the corner and snaps Tom Frost in half with a brutal Spear!

Frost is hardly moving near the left side of the ring, not too far from the ring ropes themselves, the impact of the spear sending him flying backward. Menaki is moving, albeit slowly, still affected by the damage he has taken throughout the match. He crawls towards Frost, rolling him over onto his back, placing his arm over his chest.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! Tom Frost gets his foot on the rope.

Freddy Whoa: Smart! Great ring awareness by Frost there, getting his foot on the rope just in the nick of time.

Zach Davis: But that Spear must have taken a lot out of him, how much more does Frost have left?

Menaki looks distraught after realizing his mistake, he slowly brings himself up to his feet, wiping away at the blood which had begun to trickle down from his nose, down toward his mouth. He grabs Frost by the hair, bit by bit pulling him up to his feet, he points to the crowd and nods knowingly, before setting him up for the Drop Zone!

Zach Davis: If he hits this, it’s all over!

Freddy Whoa: Drop Zone! Here we go!

Zach Davis: NO! As Menaki set him up for the powerbomb, Frost managed to push himself up off of Menaki’s shoulders and land behind him!

Frost lands on his feet and stumbles forward, turning around to witness Menaki running toward him, he throws out a wild kick that stops the big man in his tracks, connecting into the mid-section once more, causing him to double over. Frost, seeing his opportunity, locks him by the head and using his strength, which is quickly starting to run on fumes, he lifts Menaki up off the mat and spikes his dome into the canvas, hitting the…

Zach Davis: FROST BITE! Tom Frost got all of it! Here’s the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOOOOO! Menaki powers out at the last possible second, Frost can’t believe it.

Freddy Whoa: Menaki is showing that he’s not to be taken lightly around here, he’s been beat to a pulp and he’s still going strong. But Frost might be looking to put an end to that now…

Zach Davis: We saw him hit the Tom Bomb last week, a devastating move that picked him up the win quite handily. But will he be able to execute a move on such an imposing figure as Menaki?

Frost braces himself, using Menaki’s hair to slowly bring him up to his feet, who can barely stand after the offense he has come under in tonight’s match. Tom Frost looks tense as he sets up for the delayed vertical suplex, he grunts as he lifts the three-hundred pounder up and off his feet! He holds him there momentarily, before transitioning right into the sit-out piledriver! Menaki’s head crunches off the canvas with disgusting impact, his eyes glazing over and his body going limp as Frost hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Tom pulls himself up to his feet wearily as the referee grabs his arm and raises it into the air, much to the appreciation of the fans who cheer wildly for this impressive competitor. Green Onions hits the P.A as the crowd continues to cheer, as Frost climbs to the second rope and raises his arms into the air.

Zach Davis: Three matches, three wins. Tom Frost is on a roll.

Freddy Whoa: You have to think that this win raises his stock in some form or another. Perhaps a shot at the Television or Alpha Title is in line for this rising star?

Zach Davis: Well, we may be getting ahead of ourselves here. But Frost has certainly impressed within his short time here! We’re excited to see where he goes from here.

Slam fades to commercial break, as Tom Frost begins to make his way back stage, clapping the hands of several fans in the front row up the ramp.

Greybeard Segment

Kyle Steel: Welcome back! We have a -real- treat for you folks...he requested a segment this week, let's bring him out! Greeeeybeard!

Greybeard's generic booty bass music fills the place. He comes through the smoke, wasting no time, stomping angrily toward the ring. The Alchemist is disappointed by the lack of dancing but follows him down, lagging behind naturally

Freddy Whoa: I've never seen Greybeard this focused, he usually twerks for at least 15-20 minutes before making it to the ring!

Zach Davis: Thank God.

Greybeard stomps up the steps and enters the ring without wiping his several hundred year old boots. He climbs inside and walks up to the interviewer and stands impatiently, hands on hips.

Kyle Steel: Hello there Greybeard! We haven't seen you in some time...why come back now?

Greybeard snatches the microphone and addresses the camera directly

Greybeard: To the boys in the back...I'm issuing a warning!

Greybeard is hyped up, spit flying through his fake beard as he shouts

Freddy Whoa: Wow! Greybeard really means business!

Greybeard: Whoever ate my f#$ing sandwich! I'm going to kill you! You will be stabbed directly in the heart you piece of shit!

Interviewer grabs the mic back quickly

Kyle Steel: Greybeard everybody!

Greybeard tries to get the microphone back but can't, however, his voice still echoes through the arena.

Greybeard: I know you're out there you coward! Show yourself!

Security wrangles Greybeard to the back

Lilith/Cheyenne vs Dag Riddik/Psychopomp

Kyle Steel: This next match is a tag team match! Introducing first The Sisters Of Fate, Cheyenne and Lilith!!

Halestorm - Daughters of Darkness blares through the speakers, When the words start Lilith comes out and throws her arms to the side, followed by Cheyenne crawling through her legs, satchel in mouth. AS Cheyenne crawls to the ring apron Lilith walks beside her bad mouthing the crowd. Upon reaching the apron Cheyenne climbs onto it and hangs upside down on the top ropes as Lilith climbs into the ring, then Cheyenne flips over the ropes into the ring, and crawls over to Lilith hugging her leg as Lilith poses.

Zach Davis: These two harlots have been attacking the Brotherhood last few weeks, last week was one of this week's opponents, Psychopomp.

Freddy Whoa: And the other Opponent is Dagvald Riddick the man whom wrapped a chair around Lilith's skull last week!

Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents, first he is the international champion, Dagvald Riddik!

Heil Odin by Burzum plays as Dag Marches out in viking gear, poses on the ring ropes and turns to stare daggers at Lilith.

Kyle Steel: And his partner 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. Psychopomp immediately gets into Liliths face and refuses to step away as Dag just shrugs his shoulders and climbs through the ropes remaining in his corner.

Zach Davis: Looks Like Pomp and Cheyenne are going to start this one off, and Lilith had a huge smirk on her face Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: Yea she does! Oh but that might wipe it off her face, as Pomp spears her lackey and is now pummeling her.

Cheyenne manages to roll over and strike back a few times but pomps rolls the red head back over and strikes a few more times. Pomp rolls into a face lock, and Cheyenne moans in pain as reaches for her partner.

Zach Davis: Looks like Cheyenne gets of on the pain Freddie.

Freddy Whoa: My kind of woman Zach.

After struggling for few minutes Cheyenne makes it to the ropes and the hold is broken. Psychopomp stands Chey up and whips her into the ropes, Cheyenne ducks the clothesline and attempts to hit one of her own. Pomp also ducks and nails the woman with a enziguri, dropping her to the bottom rope.

Zach Davis: Oh Pomp with a slingshot leg drop!

Freddy Whoa: And Pomp rolls back into tag Dag, But Dag refuses the tag. Looks to be differences in opinion here.

While Pomp argues with Dag,Cheyenne throws Psychopomp back with a belly to back suplex. Pomp gets to his feet and nails a rapid fire drop kick on the red head. She crawls backwards into a neutral corner laughing as she pulls herself up. Pomp goes for a corner splash but Cheyenne reverses it into a tarantula hold,and the ref begins to count to get her to break the hold.

1

2

3

Cheyenne bites onto Pomp’s ankle.

4

She breaks the hold and Pomp attempts to crawl to his corner, but Chey grabs his leg and drags him to her corner.

Zach Davis: Oh Pomp hits the strange woman with a dragon kick,!

Freddy Whoa: Lilith and Dag have both dropped from the apron and are now brawling all around the stage area all hell has broken loose!

Cheyenne gets up, pissed off and goes for a spear but is planted with a DDT, by Pomp. Cheyenne stalks Pomp who is trying to tag Dag yet again and yet again Dag Refuses. Cheyenne locks in a rolling knee bar on Psychopomp and the match begins to wear on the man as he yells in pain.

Zach Davis: Dag rams Lilith into the guardrail on the outside, he goes to hit her with a boot!

Freddy Whoa: He misses and now is draped across the barricade! Ouch!

Lilith:I LOVE YOU YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!

With that Lilith kisses Dag long and hard then kicks him into the lap of an obese fan with a Kidd Krazzy Otaku shirt on.

Freddy Whoa: Luckily i have dementia and won't remember any of this!

Zach Davis: Ummm Mean while Cheyenne has Psychopomp locked in a crossface!

Pomp is able to reverse the crossface into a rollup pin out of nowhere!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That was totally out of nowhere!

Lilith storms backstage as Pomp celebrates his big victory.

Salem Shepard Segment

The Zero Tolerance locker room was loud. Cash was hollering about something in his redneck slang to Jaymz, who seemed to be very unamused and kinda pissed off – which was nothing new. Jaymz wasn’t the goofing around type. Jaymz was all business all the time. Cash knew this and he always got a kick getting the big man all pissed off. Crazy J sat in front of the massive mirror applying the last touches to his facepaint as Salem kept walking by and smudging it. J swung at Shep in a non-serious action and missed.

Crazy J: Homie, you do that again and Im gonna fuck you up!

Shep: Well, you already fucked my sister, soooo……

Crazy J: No I didn’t!!!! Why would you say that!?

Salem could see the look in Crazy J’s eyes change

Evil: Yeah, I fucked the shit out of her….and she loved it. I filled her full of little Crazy-babies.

Shep: ugughghuuughh…..gross.

Evil turned around and continued putting on his paint as Salems phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the text he had just received.

Shep: …ahhh fuck…

Evil: What!? Shes pregnant!? Why the fuck did she tell you and not me!?

Shep: ….no….

Evil: Andre got scared and doesn’t want a shot at the Hardcore Champion!?!?

Shep: …no again….

Evil: Good, I’ll split his fuckin head like I split your sister’s snatch.

Shep: …Oh God! …Stop!! That’s worse than the text I just got…

Jason Cash had overheard the conversation and stopped messing with Jaymz

Cash: What happen? That bitch Adam Young die from the cancer yet?

Shep: NO!!! It’s a text from Seth. He wants to see me, right now…

Cash: Well, hell son, ya better get goin!

Shep nodded and put his phone back in his pocket. He told the rest of the men he would be back shortly as he walked out of the room, down the hall and across the arena to Seth’s office. Shep knocked on the door one time and poked his head inside. Seth was sitting behind a desk talking on his phone and he waved Shep over and motioned for him to sit down. Seth finished his conversation and looked at Salem with a glare that suggested he wasn’t a happy man.

Seth Lerch: Salem, we have to talk. I don’t know what you did, but this is a problem.

Shep: Huh? I haven’t done anything!! I’ve been in the lockeroom all night!! Wait, is Adam Young mad I been calling him a Chemo patient all week?

Seth Lerch: What!? NO!! Who cares!? Salem, I’ve had detectives coming by all week…I don’t know what in the fuck you did, but they keep asking me if I can verify where you were the week of War. And I can’t, I can only prove that you were in the arena for the match that week. What the fuck is going on!?

Shep: Man…I just got back from Houston a few days ago and I already talked to them cops…It’s the same issue boss, they keep trying to frame me for something that I didn’t do. Some fuckin scum drug dealer in Houston ended up dead and they keep trying to pin that shit on me just because that was Claire’s dealer and she was fuckin him for free dope…But I didn’t have shit to do with that!!!

Seth Lerch: They said you were there that week.

Shep: Well yeah, …I was. I mean, there’s millions of other people in Houston that week too – does that mean they all suspects?

Seth Lerch: I don’t have time for this shit, Salem. I already have enough on my plate running the WCF and dealing with all you assholes and your giant egos.

Shep: Well, my dick is bigger than my ego.

Seth Lerch: This not a fuckin joke, Salem!!! I’ve been dealing with detectives all week and your legal problems are getting in the way of everything else I have to do. ..What happens if you go to jail?

Shep: Im not going to jail, Seth.

Seth Lerch: Well let me tell you something: I don’t care if you do or not. Sometimes I think you all are more trouble than your worth. But, at the same time, the merch and ticket sales suggest your group is worth the constant headache….

Shep: People love to hate ZT.

Seth Lerch: Just get rid of the legal problems Salem, because this isn’t my problem and Im tired of dealing with it.

Shep: I got it!! I got it!!! It’s all good!

Seth Lerch: NO!!! It really isn’t ‘all good’!! Do you not understand how fuckin serious this is!? Quit playin around for 5 minutes and really think about the position that you’re in. They are ON YOUR ASS, SALEM!!! They want you in jail for this!!! It doesn’t really matter if you did it or not, they want YOU in jail for it. Stop goofin around for 5-fuckin-minutes and actually think about this situation. How is this going to affect your sister?

Salem put his head down and looked at the floor. He hadn’t thought about Claire’s future if he was in jail. He was the reason she was clean and sober and had been living a good life the last several months. He nodded and looked back at Seth

Shep: Alright, boss. I’ll make sure it gets taken care of. Like I said, I was just in Houston this week and they didn’t throw my ass in jail….

Seth Lerch: ……Yet. You can go now, I have other more important shit to deal with.

Salem only nodded and stood up from the chair and walked out of the office. He had managed to forget about his legal troubles for a moment as his match with BTJ was approaching and his focus was on that. ..But not now, thanks to Seth. Worry and fear crept back into his mind. He knew Seth was right, he knew the law wanted to lock him up for what had happened in Houston. He had made many mistakes in his life, but he was having a hard time climbing out of the hole he had dug for himself this time around.

Jaice Wilds/Ethan King vs Adam Burnett/Jason O'Neal

Zach Davis: Tag team action up next, and this match features an interesting mix of athletes!

Freddy Whoa: Yep. Adam Burnett, who is contending for the Alpha Championship, will be teaming up with his rival, the current Alpha Champion, Jason O’Neal.

Zach Davis: Not to mention, Jaice Wilds, who will be teaming with Ethan King tonight, is also in contention for the Alpha Title himself! A win here for him could give him huge momentum going into his title match at Rise Up.

Freddy Whoa: Here comes Adam Burnett.

"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: Making his way to the ring! Standing at six-feet, three inches, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… ADAMMMMMM BURRRRNNEEEEETTTTTT!

He slaps hands with fans who have stuck their hands out on his way and slides into the ring. He runs up one of the turnbuckles and poses at the top with his arms extended. He's smiling the whole time and the fans can sense his intensity and passion.

Zach Davis: And as always, he looks fired up and ready to go.

Freddy Whoa: He’s going to need it. His opponents tonight are no joke.

Zach Davis: And out comes his rival now. The last time these two teamed up, O’Neal laid Burnett out, think they’ll be able to put their differences aside and coexist here tonight?

Freddy Whoa: Guess we’ll have to wait and see.

#1 by Nelly hits and Jason O'Neal walks arrogantly walks to the ring.

Kyle Steel: And his partner! Making his way down to the ring, he stands at six-feet, two inches, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… he is your ALPHA CHAMPION, JASSSSSOOONNNNN OOOOO’NEEEEEAAAAALLLLL!

As Jason O’Neal steps into the ring and dumps his title to an officiate outside the ring, he and Burnett exchange glares.

Zach Davis: There’s visible tension already between these two men, this one could get out of hand quickly.

Freddy Whoa: But they’ve got bigger things to worry about, here comes Jaice Wilds.

“Side of a Bullet” by Nickleback hits and Jaice Wilds begins his descent down the ramp, towards the ring, crowd giving him mixed reactions along the way.

Kyle Steel: Introducing their first opponent! He stands at five-feet, six inches, weighing in at one-hundred and eighty four pounds, JAAAAIIIIICCEEEEE… WILLLDDDDSSSSS!

Zach Davis: Tense stares being exchanged by all three men in the ring right now. This match may not be for the championship, but there are clearly some stakes here.

Freddy Whoa: A win for Wilds gives him a small edge over both of these men. If Jason O’Neal picks up the win for his team again, then he has bragging rights over Burnett, and if Burnett picks up the win, then he’s sending a message to O’Neal.

Zach Davis: And finally, here comes Ethan King.

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.

Devilish grin.

Wild eyes.

ETHAN KING

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: Introducing his partner! He stands at six-feet, two inches, weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds. He is, ‘The Future King’… ETTTHAAANNNNN KINNNGGGGG!

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 King looked relaxed as ever, though you can see him smirking in the direction of Adam Burnett, he believes he has this guys number after last week.

Freddy Whoa: And while yes, he did come out on top, Burnett put up a good fight. This match could go either way, especially with the added variables of Jason O’Neal and Jaice Wilds being added to the mix.

Ethan King, already seated in the corner, dismissively waves a hand in the direction of Wilds, suggesting that he would like to start this match-up. Over at the other end, Jason O’Neal is jerking his thumb toward the ring, implying that he wants Burnett to start. Burnett shrugs and leaps over the top rope, landing lightly in his own corner, staring down at Ethan King, who is languidly bringing himself up to his feet, smile still playing at his lips.

The referee calls for the bell, and both King and Burnett make their way to the center of the ring, King is mouthing off as per usual, while Burnett stares at him with a serious expression. Burnett, seeming to have enough of King’s trash talk, levels him with a dropkick that crashes off his chest, King falls to the mat and pops back up to his feet, only to be hit with another dropkick!

Zach Davis: Burnett, not dealing with King’s antics here tonight!

Burnett waits for King to get back to his feet, and starts to hammer fists off the top of his head, forcing him closer and closer towards the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Now, this isn’t the smartest moves. King is one of the better striker’s in the game today, as he proved last week.

Burnett throws a jab which King reads and sways away from, coming back with a one-two combo before rocking him with a European Uppercut! Burnett staggers backward a bit, and eats another European Uppercut from King, who then rushes him and drops him with a Running Double Axe-Handle! Burnett hits the mat, and King wastes no time in leaping up into the air and crashing his knee right off of Burnett’s dome, executing a beautiful jumping knee drop. He pins Burnett’s shoulders to the mat.

ONE!

Zach Davis: Quick kick-out by Burnett, who is already back up to his feet. King whips him into the ropes, but Burnett comes flying back at him with a Forearm Smash!

Freddy Whoa: King is back up, and Burnett comfortably scoops him up and slams him into the mat! His turn for the cover.

ONE!

Ethan King powers out, touching his lip lightly from where the forearm smash crashed off his face. Burnett already has him back up to his feet, clutching him from behind, he goes for a German Suplex but King lands on his feet! As Burnett turns around, he sends a spinning heel kick crashing into his gut, before rocking backward and nailing him with a pele kick!

Zach Davis: Spinning heel kick into Pele Kick combination! King calls that one the ‘Revelation’.

Freddy Whoa: And now he’s thrown Burnett into the corner, calling for the Alpha Champion to tag himself into the match.

King has backed up into his own corner, gesturing for O’Neal to join the match. The Alpha Champion obliges, tagging his rival on the back and stepping into the ring. Burnett reluctantly moves to the apron, though he doesn’t appear too happy about it. Ethan King smiles, ready to get his piece of the champion, but Jaice Wilds tags himself in!

Zach Davis: Wilds, tagging himself in. That may not have been the smartest move if he doesn’t want to upset his partner.

Ethan King however, appears amused by this. He concedes, shrugging nonchalantly as he steps out of the ring. Wilds, on the other hand, is all serious as he rushes the Alpha Champion, leaping into the air and throwing the arm out for a Jumping Clothesline!

O’Neal recognizes this at the last moment and dodges out of the way, Wilds shows off his agility, rolling back up to his feet immediately, before jumping onto the ropes and springboarding off, hitting a kick right off the jaw of O’Neal, who drops straight to the canvas.

Freddy Whoa: Disaster Kick! Damn, O’Neal might be out. Here is Wilds with the cover.

ONE!

TW-NO! Early kick-out by the champion, who doesn’t look too pleased at having taken that kick. Wilds already has him up and is setting for a neckbreaker, but O’Neal is having none of it, he throws a hard, brutal elbow into the back of Wilds’ head, forcing him to stagger forward and relinquish his grasp of O’Neal’s head. As he turns around, he gets hit by a running crossbody from the champion, who proceeds to pick up the downed Wilds and hit him with a snap suplex. He transitions right into the cover.

ONE!

TW-NO! Wilds with a kick-out this time, and both men are back up to their feet. O’Neal goes for a roundhouse kick, which Wilds ducks out of the way of. He rears backward, and then explodes forward with the X-Treme Dream!

Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!

Freddy Whoa: NO! O’Neal has it well scouted, he catches the leg and spins Wilds around, locking him up from behind and nailing him with a back suplex! He bridges for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOOO! Wilds was nearly caught off guard by the quick counterattack, but he gets the shoulder up! Ethan King on the apron is watching on with a frown on his face, as is Burnett in the opposite corner.

O’Neal seems unperturbed by the multiple kick-outs, he brings Wilds back to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Wilds hangs onto the ropes though, O’Neal rushes him, attempting to clothesline him over the rope, Wilds side-steps him, as O’Neal turns around Wilds catches him with a step-up enziguri! It crashes of O’Neals skull, causing him to stand stunned momentarily. Wilds senses he has an opportunity here and springboards off the ropes once more, hitting a springboard back elbow! He attempts another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Zach Davis: Another kick-out by Jason O’Neal this time, he won’t be taken down that easily.

Freddy Whoa: Burnett really looks like he wants in this match, Jason O’Neal is down not too far away from his corner… what’s this? He’s telling Wilds to throw him over so he can tag himself in

Zach Davis: But Wilds is having none of it, he wants to pin the champion!

He bounds up to the top rope, calling for the Aerial Ace! Wilds quite literally, flies as he attempts the corkscrew senton leg lariat!

Freddy Whoa: Jason O’Neal has the wherewithal to roll out of the way, just in the nick of time!

Zach Davis: And he wastes no time in locking in the Money Maker! He’s got the sharpshooter locked in, and Wilds has nowhere to go!

Wilds is screaming in pain as the referee is right by his side, questioning if he wants to quit. Valiantly, Wilds shakes his head, beginning the long crawl towards the ropes, making sure to get towards the ones closest to his own team’s corner. O’Neal has the lock held in to perfection and is screaming for his adversary to tap, Wilds continues to refuse as he edges closer and closer towards the ropes, and Ethan King who is awaiting him in the corner.

Freddy Whoa: Tagging in the relatively fresh Ethan King here could do wonders for their teams chances.

Zach Davis: Will he make it?

Wilds, after clawing his way from the middle of the ring, hooks his arm over the bottom rope, continuing to groan in pain as Jason refuses to relinquish the Money Maker until a four and a half count. O’Neal lets go of the hold, moving up to his feet and attempting to drag Wilds back to the ring, but Wilds holds onto the bottom rope, and then uses both his feet to push O’Neal by the chest, forcing him backward! He tags in Ethan King, who immediately climbs to the top rope…

Freddy Whoa: PANACEA! King hits the Blockbuster to perfection!

Zach Davis: Here’s the cover, this one could be over!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOOOOOO! The Alpha Champion pops the shoulder up at two and a half, King is relentless in his assault and brings O’Neal back up to his feet, catching him with a Fisherman Suplex and hooking the leg once more!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK-OUT!

Zach Davis: O’Neal isn’t going down! How much is it going to take?

Freddy Whoa: I’m not sure Zach, but he has to be worn down now. He’s been in the match a long time, and Burnett has just been sitting out there on the apron. He can’t be happy with the way things have gone tonight.

Zach Davis: Right, multiple times tonight, off-camera, we've seen Burnett calling for O'Neal to tag him in, but the champion has wanted all the glory for himself tonight!

Freddy Whoa: Could this be his undoing?

Zach Davis: King looks like he wants to put an end to this. He’s setting up for the Flatline here, the same move that he beat Adam Burnett with last week!

Freddy Whoa: But Jason O’Neal is fighting out of it! He spins out of King’s grasp… THE SENSATION!

Zach Davis: Not quite! King ducks out of the way of the superkick, he shoves O’Neal into the turnbuckle corner… Adam Burnett has tagged himself into the match!

Burnett ducks a Clothesline attempt from King and executes a swift Release German Suplex. King works his way up and Burnett runs at him and hits a Dropkick. King is sent flying into the corner. He stumbles out of it into an Atomic Drop by Burnett. He then drops him with a Swinging Neckbreaker!

Freddy Whoa: Adam Burnett on fire here, and he has him positioned for a top rope, high risk move.. There he goes!

Burnett climbs to the top..

Zach Davis: MOONSAULT!

NO!, King gets his knees up!

Freddy Whoa: Burnett rolls away, he gets to his feet, but King intercepts him with some kicks, getting him in position.. You know what's next.

Zach Davis: LONG. LIVE. THE. KING!

King hits the move!, he drops down and pins Adam Burnett.

One.

Two.

Three.

Freddy Whoa: HE'S DONE IT! King pins Burnett!

Zach Davis: I believe Jason O'Neal could've gotten into the ring to break it up but he didn't even bother.

Jaice Wilds enters the ring to celebrate with his partner. King celebrates for a few moments before leaving the ring.

Freddy Whoa: ALPHA TITLE TO THE BACK OF JAICE WILD'S HEAD!

Jason O'Neal just struck his Rise Up opponent in the back of the head! O'Neal raises his Title up overtop his number one contender.

Zach Davis: Jason O'Neal better watch out - he NEEDS to retain this belt at Rise Up and he doesn't want to piss Jaice Wilds off, does he?

We go to commercial with Jason O'Neal standing tall.

FPV Segment

True North hits the P.A, and the crowd pops as Frank Patrick Venable emerges from the curtain. He is dressed in his ring attire, but has a microphone in hand as he saunters down the ring.

Zach Davis: Safe to say this man has been having a rough couple of weeks in the Dub.

Freddy Whoa: From his reign as Television Champion Of The Year coming to an end, to that painful loss to Jared Holmes at One, Frank looks here to get back up on his feet, I would say.

FPV stands in the ring, a solemn look on his face. He doesn't seem to respond to the cheering coming from the crowd.

FPV: If I may be frank with you for a minute...

He pauses. The crowd chuckles at his pun, although some groan.

FPV: Hehe. I did want to start this off lighthearted, cause it's no lie that January hasn't been my best month. I won't bore you with the details, you all can tell by the fact that my TV title is no longer over my shoulder.

The crowd begins to boo, with one brave soul yelling "FUCK KNIGHT" into the echoes of the Wells Fargo Arena.

FPV: But I shall not let that deter me from my job as a WCF wrestler. Y'see when some people lose as much momentum as I've lost, they get discouraged, they whine, and then they "take a sabbatical to get my mojo back" and promptly fuck off forever. Not me though. I already did that once and lemme tell you, I ain't NEVER doin that shit again!

YUUUUGE pop from the crowd!

Crowd: FRANKY! FRANKY! FRANKY! FRANKY!

FPV: I know my stock ain't too high, especially after that punk Jared finally decided to make himself a real competitor and definitively pinned me at XIII. Honestly, I'm proud of the kid. He didn't take the bitch route and not show up. If he would do that every week he'd actually make something of himself, but for now he's still in that idiot Flash's shadow. Now as for me, things are a bit nebulous. I don't have anything scheduled for Rise Up at the moment, so you know what, let's change that. Anyone wants a shot at mee next week, come right on out!

Another pop from the crowd...until suddenly, the opening riff to "Out of the Black" cuts Frank off but before the song can flourish, David Sanchez walks out onto the stage; already dressed for in-ring competition due to his place in the main event, the Mayor walks from side to side on the stage. His Final Destination briefcase tightly clutched in his left hand as the other brings a microphone to his lips.

David Sanchez: Frankie old boy; I think you could be onto something here, you sorry sack of shit.

He points at FPV, who looks a mixture of offended and intrigued as he stares deep into the skyline-blue eyes of this intruder who had interrupted his heartfelt autopsy. The crowd boos Sanchez, but he doesn't mind; their hatred was his bread and butter.

David Sanchez: You're coming off a pretty shitty month; where-as I am coming off probably the best month of my entire career. You lost a title, and had to bend over for some bear named Kevin or whatever. Now; you're out here talking about how you're not going to bite the twin-barrel just quite yet because you could turn it all around with that big victory at Rise Up. Well, here's what I propose...

The crows boos the idea of this match; or any match where Sanchez states his own terms.

David Sanchez: I'll bet you this little briefcase in my hand, and it's contents - that you can't beat me; on any night. Let-alone when I'm in my prime and you're going through THE CHANGE. All you have to wager for me though Frank, is an admission of respect. You must shake my hand after the match, announce me as the better man and lift my arm for the world to see.

Frank pauses for a moment, mock looking to the crowd for suggestions like he's on the fucking Price is Right, before answering the Mayor of Chicago.

FPV: Sounds like a reasonable bargain to me. If you can beat me fair and square, I'll do it. And since I was unable to compete in Final Destination because I was too busy defending my TV Title, how about we make this little thing a ladder match!

The crowd ERRRRRRUUUPPPPPTS in chants!

Crowd: BOOK IT SETH! BOOK IT SETH! BOOK IT SETH!

Sanchez only nods once more to Frank before calmly walking back into the curtain, as Slam cuts to commercial.

Television Title Match
Captain Pantheon vs Sebastian Knight

Captain Pantheon runs from the back as soon as his music hits, straight to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He then gets in the middle of the ring and does a super hero pose before running to his corner.

"Guardians at the Gate" by Audiomachine fills the arena via the PA system as Sebastian Knight 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: Both Captain Pantheon and Sebastian Knight are booked for Rise Up already. If Captain Pantheon were to win the Television Title here tonight, his match against Joe "Captain Bruddahhood" Smarts would become a Television Title match, while Sebastian Knight's match against Adam Burnett would become a non-title affair.

The bell sounds. Captain Pantheon rushes Sebastian Knight, but Knight throws him out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Knight had Captain's enthusiasm scouted there.

Knight plays to the crowd rather than staying on the attack. Captain Pantheon hasn't missed a beat, he's quickly up on the apron and by the time Knight turns around, Cap is able to Springboard in and hits a Dropkick!

Zach Davis: Why won't people learn? Don't underestimate this man!

Captain Pantheon quickly pins the Champ.

One.

Two.

No!, Knight quickly gets the shoulder up and rolls away. Captain Pantheon lifts him up but Knight hits a few jabs to him, sending him reeling. Knight spins him back around and takes him down with a Short Arm Clothesline. He picks him back up and puts him in an Abdominal Stretch.

Freddy Whoa: The Champ wearing down the challenger now.

The fans get restless.

Crowd: LET'S GO CAPTAIN! CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP! LET'S GO CAPTAIN! CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP!

Sebastian Knight hits a few clubbing blows against Cap before shoving him into the ropes, releasing the hold. Captain Pantheon looks to get some offense in by going for a kick as he comes back, but Knight grabs his leg and is able to reverse it with a Dragonscrew Legwhip.

Zach Davis: Sebastian Knight really in control now.

Knight lifts Captain up from behind and pushes him into the ropes. He hits the ropes and backs up only for Knight to hit him with a clubbing forearm to the back. He then lifts him up into the Electric Chair position.

Freddy Whoa: We've seen this before, vicious Electric Chair Driver coming up!

No!, Captain Pantheon starts jabbing Knight in the head! Captain is able to drop down behind Knight and then lift him up and hits an Atomic Drop!

Zach Davis: Captain Pantheon back on track perhaps!?

Knight stumbles forward but doesn't go down. As soon as he turns however he's caught with a Cartwheel Kick from Captain Pantheon! Captain Pantheon drops down and pins the Champ again.

One..

Two..

No!, another kickout from Knight.

Freddy Whoa: The Television Title has forged some of the most unstoppable Champions this company has seen. Sebastian Knight is looking to follow in that legacy.

Zach Davis: Captain Pantheon is already a Tag Team Champion himself!, and has managed to cling to that Championship through thick and thin.

Captain Pantheon runs to the ropes and executes a Leg Drop on his way back. He lifts Sebastian Knight up and hits an Ear Clap, sending the Champ reeling yet again. Captain Pantheon plays to the crowd for a second, giving Knight a second to recover.

Freddy Whoa: You've gotta wonder if this is wise. Stay on the attack, Captain!

Knight comes to enough to run at the Captain, but Captain knew he'd be coming; he's able to catch him and execute a Hip Toss!

Zach Davis: Guess he knew what he was doing after all!

Knight gets back to his feet and this time Captain Pantheon takes him down with a Scoop Slam. He's in position now.

Freddy Whoa: CAPTAIN PANTHEON GOING UP TOP!

Zach Davis: BANZAIIIII!!!

No!, before Captain can jump off, Knight throws himself on the ropes and causes Captain to crotch himself. Knight quickly grabs him off the top into a Powerbomb position....

Freddy Whoa: THE PINNACLE!

Knight pins Captain Pantheon.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

DING DING DING!

Zach Davis: Sebastian Knight retains his belt! And he's headed to Rise Up to face Adam Burnett!

Freddy Whoa: Meanwhile, we have the battle of the Captains! I can't wait!

Knight's music plays and he grabs his Title and leaves the ring.

Brotherhood Segment

The camera shifts to backstage, where Dion Necurat and Joe Smarts stand. Joe is pacing and mumbling incoherently as Dion tries to calm him down.

Dion Necurat: Dude, he’ll be here! He promised, and Damian isn’t the type to break a promise!

As if on cue, the creaking of a door is heard and Damian Kaine walks into the shot. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd, and silence among the brothers. Finally, Dion speaks up.

Dion Necurat: DK… You came.

Damian Kaine: Yeah.. Congrats on running the Hood bro. Hey, can you give me and Joe a bit to talk?

Dion Necurat: Yeah, sure…

Dion walks out of the shot, leaving Damian alone with “Captain Bruddahood.”

Damian Kaine: Joe, I wanted to say-

Joe Smarts: Don’t! I know I aren’t a smart man, Deejay. But I do knows why yous did what yous did. I forgives you.

A smile stretches across Damian’s face and the two hug as the camera cuts back to the crowd.

People's Title Contendership Match
Adrian Archer/Stalker/Udy vs Damian Kaine/Dion Necurat/Captain Bruddahhood
If The Brotherhood Team Wins, Kevin Bishop Picks His Opponent; If The Opposing Team Wins, They All Get Shots in a Four Way Match at Rise Up

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a six man tag team match, where if the team of the Brotherhood wins Bishop gets to choose his opponent for his Peoples championship at Rise Up!! But if any of their opponents pin any member of the Brotherhood they all get the shot in a fatal four way match!!!

The Undertaker’s theme hits as Stalker emerges as the Stalker emerges and slowly walks towards the ring

Kyle Steel: The first wrestler to emerge to ringside stands in at 6’5 and weighs in at 298 pounds!! Stalker!!!

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

Kyle Steel: His tag team partner!! Standing in at 6’0 and weighs in at 196 pounds!! “The Demon Wolf!!” UDY!!

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".

Kyle Steel: And their partner!! Standing in at 6’3, weighing at 235 pounds!! Adrian Archer!!!

The crowd cheers when 'Vertigo' by U2 comes on the speakers. Joe comes out and is followed by Damian Kaine and Dion Necurat. They are walking to the ring as the crowd goes wild! They get up in the ring and stare at their opponents as the referee tells them to get to their neutral corners.

Zach Davis: Interesting match this one!! Three men fighting for an opportunity for a title shot as the other team is trying to give Bishop the chance to pick his opponent!!!

Freddy Whoa: I would pick the vender guy that is selling shitty popcorn in the back!!!

The bell has rang as we see Damian Kaine start off the match against Udy, the two circle each other before locking arms before Damian Kaine locks Udy in a standing side headlock before Udy manages to push him in the ropes before kicking Damian in the midsection as that causes Damian to lean forward holding his midsection before Udy grabs him by the head and drives series of forearms to the side of his head before whipping him in the corner and tags in Adrian Archer. The two grab Adrian and delivers a double suplex in the middle of the ring before Adrian goes for the cover, but only gets a count of one as Damian gets his shoulder up in time. Adrian grabs him by the head as he locks him in a reverse headlock putting pressure on his neck as Damian manages slowly to get to his feet and elbows him in the midsection before grabbing Adrian by the waist and delivers a Side Suplex before managing to get a tag in to his partners as Captain Bruddahood comes to the ring and jumps to the turnbuckles before executing a springboard crossbodyblock of the second turnbuckle onto Archer as he drops him for the pin, but Adrian manages to kick out at two. Captain Bruddahood runs to the ropes and executes a moonsault towards Adrian, who catches him and delivers a Powerslam in the middle of the ring before he tags in The Starlker.

Zach Davis: Sea saw match so far, none of them can get a long time advantage!!

Stalker grabs Captain Bruddahood by the hair and lifts him up to his feet before whipping him in the turnbuckles before running towards him with a running clothesline. He lifts him back to his feet again before driving series of elbows to the side of the head before whipping him into the other side of the ring for another running clothesline, but this time Captain Bruddahood manages to jump to the outside and then follows it up with a kick to the head of Stalker as that causes him to stagger backwards. Bruddahood jumps up the top rope and executes a Hurricanrana on Stalker as he goes for a pin. The referee goes for the count, but it is broken up as Udy charges in and kicks Captain Bruddahood in the chest. Causing him to let go off the pin hold that he was having on Stalker. Causing the two to go into a fistfight as all the other wrestlers get in the ring and start an all out brawl. We see Damian ducking a clothesline from Adrian and executes kicks in the midsection before driving series of stiff forearms to the face of Stalker. As on the other side of the ring we see Dion battle the legal wrestler Stalker as he delivers a hiptoss to Stalker before delivering a boot to the face to Stalker. The fans go wild for Dion as he turns around and is confronted by the referee that he should get out of the ring as he is not the legal man. Leaving Captain Bruddahood and Damian Kain to be finally a two on three situation as Stalker slowly gets to his feet and nails Captain Bruddahood with a German overhead released suplex. Dropping him hard on the canvas as his head bounces off of the canvas before he holds his head in pain.

Freddy Whoa: Damn!! That was huge!!!

Stalker grabs the head of Captain Bruddahood as the camera moves towards Adrian Archer and Damian Kaine who have gotten to the outside of the ring brawling with each other. Archer reverses an Irish Whip that Kaine put on him before whipping Kaine into the ring post. Archer takes his eyes off Kaine for a few moments as he looks at the crowd before he puts his attention back to Kaine. He charges in on him with a flying forearm to Kaine’s head. But Kaine sidesteps as that causes Archer to hit his shoulder and arm into the steel ring post hard, causing him to drop on the concrete while holding on to his arm.

Zach Davis: Wow!!! That gotta hurt!!!

We move back to ringside as we see Stalker hoisting Captain Bruddahood up for his finishing move the Tombstone Piledriver, but just as he hoists Captain Bruddahood over his shoulder, it is the Captain that manages to flee the grip of The Stalker as he lands behind him and has the head of the Stalker before dropping him with a neckbreaker. He starts to crawl over to his corner where we see Dion extending his hand out to tag himself in as Damian Kaine is still on the outside, he hoists Adrian Archer up into a Snap Suplex before dropping him hard on the concrete before getting back on the apron as we see Dion tag himself in as Captain Bruddahood managed to tag him in. Dion runs in and ducks a clothesline from Udy that ran in the ring and drops him with a huge Spine Buster after Udy turned around. He then sees Stalker charge in on him and grabs him as he delivers a huge overhead German suplex and goes for the pin on Stalker. The referee goes down for the count but it gets broken up as somehow out of nowhere we see Adrian Archer come into the ring at the final moment. Kaine charges in as he goes for a cross body block. But sidesteps and lets Kaine hit the ropes before Archer clothelines him to the outside with his good arm as he stares at him with a grin on his face before being spun around by Dion and gets slapped across the face before whipping him in the ropes as he sets him up for a Spinebuster. Only to have Udy jump off the turnbuckles and drop him with a clothesline before rolling Stalker on top of him for the three count.

Freddy Whoa: One!! Tw….

Another kick out as Stalker looks at the referee while asking whether it was a three count or not, but the referee shows it was merely a count of two. Stalker shrugs his head as he sees Adrian back on the apron as he tags his partner in and he puts Dion in a powerbomb position, but Dion manages to execute a back body drop before pushing in the ropes as that causes Adrian to hit the turnbuckles hard as he has gotten on top of the turnbuckles. Dion struggles to get to his corner and tags in Damian Kaine before Kaine runs in the ring and grabs Archer from the second turnbuckle and executes a German Suplex from the second turnbuckle before covering Adrian, who gets his shoulder up at the count of two.

Zach Davis: Adrian needs to make the tag!

Indeed, Archer drops Kaine with a Jawbreaker before diving and tagging in Stalker!

Freddy Whoa: Here comes Stalker!

Stalker enters the ring and rushes Kaine, Clotheslining him down. Kaine gets back up and then ducks another Clothesline attempt from Stalker - who runs into the referee.

Zach Davis: Uh oh!

Joe Smarts already saw that coming and is gathering something from out from under the ring.

Freddy Whoa: He's got the People's Title!, on loan from Kevin Bishop apparently!

Smarts slides into the ring and runs at Stalker and smacks him in the face with the belt! Archer and Udy enter the ring but Udy gets a belt shot as well as Dion Clotheslines Archer out of the ring. Smarts quickly rolls out as Kaine pins Stalker and the ref wakes up.

Zach Davis: Come on!

One..

Two!..

Three!

Freddy Whoa: The Brotherhood steal it!

Smarts, Kaine and Dion quickly leave the ring and backpeddle up the ramp, Captain Bruddahhood taking back Bishop's People's Title.

Zach Davis: These three men deserve more than this! Archer, Stalker and Udy did their best and got screwed.

Archer apparently feels the same way, he has a mic.

Adrian Archer: Kevin Bishop, you coward! You and all of the rest of the Brotherhood have been ducking me, AND you cheat to avoid putting your People's Title on the line against me!?

The crowd cheers for Archer. Stalker and Udy are getting up in the ring themselves.

Adrian Archer: Bishop, you got what you wanted, you can pick your opponent or opponents at Rise Up. But if you have any balls, you'll give us our chance!

Archer throws down the mic as we go to commercial.

Texas Deathmatch
Jason Cash/Salem Shepard vs The Big Time Jerks

Hillbilly Deluxe hits on the PA system. Jason Cash walks out of the curtain with a huge smirk across his face. He looks around to the crowd before taking a large drink of his beer. He then makes his way down to the ring. Once inside, he reaches into his boot and takes out his can of cherry skoal. He gets himself a dip and he is ready to fight.

Kyle Steel: Your next match is a Texas Deathmatch and your first entrant part of Zero Tolerance from Braxton, MS, is Jason Cash!

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

Kyle Steel: And his partner from Houston, TX, is Salem Shepard!

Freddy Whoa: Zero Tolerance in the ring for this Texas Deathmatch right here in the city of Brotherly Love.

Zach Davis: This one could be a real blood bath seeing how these two members of Zero Tolerance have been showing their jealousness of WCF's ICON, Adam Young.

Kyle Steel: And now making their way to the ring the former two time WCF World tag team champions and the 2009 WCF tag team of the year, the Big Time Jerks!

Voice: WCF would like to issue a Parental Advisory at this time.

"Why can't we be friends" by WAR starts playing as a video package of the Big Time Jerks startd playing on the video tron. White lights and smoke start covering the entrance.

Crowd: BTJ! BTJ!

Out walks Austin Adams without Adam Young. He walks up to the ring and wipes his feet before climbing in and whispering something in Kyle Steel's ear.

Kyle Steel: Due to a travel issue Adam Young is still in Berlin, Germany.

Zach Davis: I guess Adam was having one too many beers to make his flight.

Freddy Whoa: Adam was in Germany promoting WCF as we are now on TV there for our German fans now.

Kyle Steel: Replacing him will be "The Toast of the Coast" Andrew James!

"I want it all" by Queen starts playing and out steps this figure in what can only be described as the wildest entrance wear ever in WCF. He walks towards the ring and when he reaches it he calls for two of the security to help him up on the apron. Andrew wipes his feet and then climbs into the ring when he reaches the middle of the ring he opens up his arms into what can only be called peacock feathers style cape.

Freddy Whoa: The Toast of the Coast in his ten thousand dollar entrance gear.

Zach Davis: Ten thousand dollars?

Freddy Whoa: Jason Cash yelling at the refree that this was suppose to be Adam Young, but what he is forgetting it was billed as Cash/Salem versus the Big Time Jerks and Andrew is a member of the BTJ.

Zach Davis: Wow let's get this match going then.

Cash turns around and Andrew James is standing in the middle of the ring all cocked and locked for action. Cash jumps back and starts yelling at Andrew. They lock up and Andrew snapmares Cash over and then hits a basement dropkick to the back of Cash.

Freddy Whoa: Cash better learn to chain wrestle as Andrew James has had the best wrestling coaches money could buy.

Cash gets up and charges at Andrew to only get a back body drop. Andrew locks in a hammer lock and Cash fires a back elbow right into Andrew's nose. Cash up on his feet nailing several boots to the mid section of Andrew. Cash starts yelling out into the crowd and when he turns around is nailed with a overhead belly to belly suplex.

Zach Davis: Andrew teaching Cash to stay in the fight.

Andrew waiting on Cash and nails a STO into a Dragon sleeper.

Freddy Whoa: Wow Andrew James is a wrestling machine Zach.

Cash is fadeding as Salem rushes in almost kicking Andrew's head off. Salem grabs Cash and pulls him over to their corner as the refree is keeping Austin in his corner.

Zach Davis: Hot tag to Salem.

Salem starts stalking Andrew. Andrew gets up and gets clotheslined down by Salem who is yelling out at the crowd. Andrew back up and is hit with a belly to belly suplex.

Freddy Whoa: That shook the ring like a Amy Schumer blow job.

Zach Davis: You got that number?

Salem setting Andrew up for a Irish whip but it's reversed into a spinning spinebuster. Austin is calling for the tag as Andrew is crawling closer and closer as Salem is crying out in pain from the perfect move of Double A.

Freddy Whoa: Look out the bull is running wild now.

Austin hits a backdrop flapjack on Salem. Austin then nails a slingshot legdrop.

Zach Davis: The pace has picked up.

Austin hits Salem with a gutwrench suplex. Austin has the crowd in the palm of his hand as he whips Salem into the turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Stinger Splash from Austin!

Austin hits a hanstand dropkick right in the kisser of Salem. Cash is trying to get back in the match but the refree has him stopped but Andrew is in with a double team diving European uppercut/spinebuster combo.

Zach Davis: They just hit Spindletop on Salem.

The refree back over and they convince him they made a tag as Andrew stays in the ring. Andrew trying to execute a delayed vetical suplex but Salem slips out the back and into a tag with Cash.

Zach Davis: Running clothesline that caught Andrew off guard.

Cash is stomping away at Andrew before Andrew can roll over to the ropes. Cash picks him up and goes to hit a vertical suplex but Andrew reverses it to send Cash crashing to the ringside area.

Crowd: That was awesome!

Freddy Whoa: That is painful.

Andrew rolls outside and now we got all four men going at it now. Andrew rams Cash into the ring post head first as Salem slams Austin into the guard rail on the other side. Andrew is now got Cash locked into a STF.

Freddy Whoa: Anything goes until one team can not continue folks.

Zach Davis: Oh my God look at what Salem is doing to Austin.

Salem hits a DDT on the floor to Austin busting him wide open. Salem reaches over and wipes the blood from Austin onto his own face.

Zach Davis: What a sick twisted man.

Andrew now hits a Tiger Driver on Cash right in front of the time keepers table. Andrew is laughing as Cash is screaming in pain.

Freddy Whoa: Seems to me this is going to come down to Salem and Andrew tonight.

Andrew is back in the ring calling for Salem to join him. Salem starts to climb in when Andrew hits a overhead belly to belly suplex on him. Andrew locks in a Romero Special.

Zach Davis: Andrew has been training with Adam Young with all these moves he is pulling out of his hat tonight.

Freddy Whoa: Indeed.

Cash is getting up on the outside trying to get his whits about him again as is Austin. Andrew hits Salem with a release butterflu powerbomb on Salem.

Freddy Whoa: Coastal Headliner by Andrew James, this one could be over right here.

Cash hits a big boot to the back of Andrew's head sending him out of the ring. Cash checks on Salem for a second and then heads back out of the ring to continue beating on Andrew. Cash picks Andrew up and hits a powerslam on the floor.

Zach Davis: This one is getting brutual.

Cash is kneeling next to Andrew catching his breath when a fan in the front row stands up and spits a red mist into Cash's face.

Freddy Whoa: That's Adam Young!

Crowd: You Sick Bastard!

Zach Davis: The mind fucking is strong with him.

Adam jumps over the rail and walks over to the announce booth with Freddy and Zach. Austin hits Salem with a slingshot catching cutter.

Adam Young: Austin City Limits baby!

Freddy Whoa: How was your trip?

Cash is wiping his eyes and crawling towards the announce table when Austin hits a springboard plancha onto Cash.

Zach Davis: NO! CASH STEPS OUT OF THE WAY!

Austin stumbles up and Cash indicates for him to bring it. Austin runs at Cash.

Freddy Whoa: REBEL YELL SPIENBUSTER THROUGH OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!

Salem Shepard is outside and has Andrew in his arms, he lifts him up...

Zach Davis: NIGHTMAREZ THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!

From behind Adam Young ducks Salem Shepard in the back of the head. He then comes up behind Cash, spins him around, and hits his version of last rites.

Freddy Whoa: Fuck Off by One Sick Bastard.

Adam rolls Cash into the ring who is now bleeding from his forehead. Adam Young stands over Cash laughing.

Adam Young: Jason Cash this is your notice that at Rise Up your challenge has been accepted and it will be Adam's Rules.

Adam drops the mic right on Cash's chest as the BTJ's are up and exit the ringside area.

Freddy Whoa: Guess Jason Cash is learning the hardway why Adam Young is known threw out the world as one sick bastard.

Zach Davis: Zero Tolerance may have won the battle but what about the war?

Zero Tolerance Segment

Salem Shepard and Jason Cash walked through the hallway back to the ZT lockeroom from their match with BTJ; as the door opened and the seven foot-two giant known as Jaymz stepped out, ducking his head from hitting it on the doorframe. He looked down both sides of the hallway, seeing nobody and grabbed Salem by his jersey, lifting him from his feet.

Shep: HEY!! Woah!!! What the fuck Jaymz!?

Salem tried to pull away from the giant but he didn’t have a chance. Cash grabbed Jaymz by his other arm, stopping him.

Cash: The fuck ya doin, big ugly?

Jaymz: Salem has to leave. He needs to get out of here, …now.

Cash: Why? What’s going on?

Jaymz: He’s the target. They’re here….

Shep: Who’s here!?!?

The monster Jaymz looked down the hallway again making sure nobody was around, still holding onto Sheps shirt.

Jaymz: Our attackers. I can feel them…Two of them are here somewhere and they want Salem.

Anger and fury built up in Cash’s face as he balled his fists soo hard his knuckles went white.

Cash: I’ll find them sumbitches!!!

Jaymz: No… Stay here with J. Im taking Salem to a place.

Shep: A place!? What the fuck is a place!? You gonna lock me in a closet or something!?

Jaymz: No….Gemini Battle will be watching over you until I come back for you.

Shep: Battle!? Hes fuckin dead!

Cash: Yeah, he is…but Big ugly here, he knows where to find him.

Jaymz: Jason, stay here with J. I’ll be back in a few minutes and we’ll fly back to Michigan.

Shep: What about me!?

Jaymz: I’ll come back for you after we get to Michigan.

Shep: …I don’t understand…

Jaymz: You will….

The monster Jaymz grabbed Shep by his jersey again and pulled him down the hallway as Salem protested. They disappeared around the corner as Cash watched them go, …and he waited. A burst of hot air shot through the hallway, almost strong enough to blow Cash’s cowboy hat off his head. The overpowering smell of burning wood and the stench of death filled the hallway with the distance sound of screaming and people in intense pain could be heard around the corner. Cash had never seen it for himself - so he jogged down the hallway and around the corner where Jaymz and Shep had gone; hoping to get a glimpse of the power that Jaymz had. The screaming was gone, the hot air that had rushed down the hallway had passed. The only thing that remained was a charred black spot on the floor – and the two ZT members were gone. Cash shook his head in awe as he stared at the black spot on the floor. He had never seen Jaymz, the King of the Underworld, travel to a different realm. After what he smelt and heard, he wasn’t sure that he ever wanted to see it. Cash shook his head in disbelief and walked back to the lockeroom where Crazy J had just ended a call.

Crazy J: Hey, that was Erik. He said the cops are at Shep’s house taking Claire in for questioning. Man, they’re on his ass…

Cash: Jaymz just took him out of here and ---

Crazy J: I know, Jaymz told me. These guys are either gonna kill my homie or put his ass in jail.

Cash: His legal problem is being pushed by the same people….I think we should go lookin for ‘em…Big Ugly said two of ‘em is here in the arena.

The door to the room opened and it was Jaymz.

Cash: Shit man, that was fast!

Crazy J: How did Salem take it?

Jaymz: He pissed himself. He didn’t understand who I was until he was in my world….Lets go. The plane is here.

Crazy J: We cant…My match is up next!! I gotta get to the ring!! After that we’ll go..

Cash collected his things and Crazy J threw his Hardcore Title over his shoulder and headed through the arena going to his match flanked by Jaymz and Jason Cash. The attack at the ZT tower and the pressure this attacker was putting on Shep’s legal problem was on their minds as none of them spoke as they headed to Crazy J’s match.

Damian Kaine Segment

The camera shifts to the Brotherhood locker room, where all 8 members sit in the living area in dead silence. Damian Kaine gets up to speak.

Damian Kaine: “Guys, you all have been tremendous. You’ve helped me through so much, and I could never repay you. But I can do something that I feel can make up for everything. The Brotherhood has so much going on, and the shit I pulled last week, well it didn’t need that. My anger problems need not be shoved onto anybody, nor taken out on anybody either. So.. I’m taking sabbatical. I may or may not be back. I don’t know yet. But i’m going to fix myself. And I’m going to be happier with myself than I’ve ever been. And I know how to do that because of you all.

Damian’s eyes begin to well up with tears, causing the likes of Joe Smarts and Psychopomp to cry as well. Kevin Bishop stands and walks over to Damian. He places one hand on Damian’s shoulder, then hugs him. Pomp and Joe and Kidd follow suit. Then CJ. And Dion and Frank. Now there is a huge Brotherhood group hug in the middle of the living area, with sound effects of sobs and sniffles. As it breaks, Frank heads to the bar and grabs out eight shot glasses.

Dion Necurat: I Don’t Drink.

FPV: There’s club soda, too.

And within minutes, all eight glasses were filled and in the hands of the Brotherhood. Almost simultaneously, FPV and Kevin Bishop both raise their glasses and exclaim:

“To Damian Fucking Kaine!”

And they cheered as they said goodbye to their brother.

Wade Moor/Andre Holmes vs Crazy J/CJ Phoenix

The Wells Fargo Arena has been sold out again for another episode of Sunday Night Slam. Every seat has been filled by a passionate and loyal WCF Fan. The cameras pan around the arena showing different diversities in the 20,000 populated area with fans from all around the world going crazy and even holding up signs they made. After that 360 degree shot of the interior of the arena, the audience watching at home are introduced to Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis sat behind the announce table.

Freddy Whoa: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Sunday Night Slam! I am Freddy Whoa alongside my own commentary partner, Zach Davis. You’ve come back at a great time for our next Tag Team match featuring CJ Phoenix and current WCF Hardcore Champion Crazy J against the challenger Andre Holmes and Wade Moor of #BeachKrew.

Zach Davis: Man. This is a match where we have so much history and so much hatred. Crazy J is scheduled to defend his WCF Hardcore Championship against Andre Holmes at Rise Up but Wade Moor wants to put down Crazy J for talking about him on social media.

Freddy Whoa: The real issue here is will CJ Phoenix and Crazy J get on the same page. Both men have lost to their opponents before and Wade Moor with Andre Holmes are friends.

Zach Davis: I don’t wanna wait! I wanna see, let’s take it to Kyle Steel ready to begin with the introductions of the match.

The cameras turned to Kyle Steel standing in the center of the ring dressed in his signature black tuxedo. He raises the microphone up to lips after receiving the cue from the production truck to begin with the introductions of the match.

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Tag Team match scheduled for one fall!

“Re-Education Through Labor” by Rise Against starts playing with the camera's panning around the Philadelphia audience. Once the song actually begins, CJ Phoenix runs out to the center stage as the beat drops. He takes a moment to look at the crowd booing him until he starts walking down the entrance path with his arms outstretched. Bobbing his head side to side to the beat of the song.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Wearing a black T-shirt with a golden cross on the front with the word "FOR" written inside the cross horizontally and "GOD" written vertically with the "O" in the middle of the cross to connect both words as well as golden angel wings on the back. Black pants with gold flames at the bottom. Black shoes with gold stripes. (Outside of matches, he wears a sleeveless black hoodie with the words "Talon Kick loading... Please Wait" written in gold on the back with a black and gold yin-yang sign in the middle)

Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Hailing from Baton Rouge, Louisana! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 205 pounds. He is CJ Phoenix!

CJ stops in his path and spreads his arms out cuing the stage to erupt in flames. He charges down the rest of the path before sliding under the bottom rope. Once getting back up on his feet, CJ arrogantly struts all the way to the corner and leans back against the turnbuckles thinking he has this in the bag alongside his “partner”, Crazy J of Zero Tolerance.

Freddy Whoa: CJ Phoenix, the former WCF Alpha Champion, has been on a downward spiral as of late but is looking to make a great comeback over one third of the Trios Champion and current WCF Hardcore Championship contender.

Zach Davis: Yeah. CJ was pissed off from the Age of Ultron match. He got Powerbombed through a table at the hands of Andre Holmes suffering the pin so expect him to target the man who has embarrassed him on multiple occasions.

“Erbody But Me” by Tech N9ne featuring Krizz Kaliko & Brizzy cues all the lights to shut off leaving a red strobe light to shine center stage. Crazy J appears in the midst of that red strobe light with the stage covered in fog. He holds the WCF Hardcore Championship strapped over his right shoulder then walks down to the ring leaving the lights to flash red colors around the entire audience.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Crazy J does not give a flying crap about Philadelphia’s crowd booing him and throwing insults on his way to the ring. He waves his hand off and even goes far enough to flip off the fans behind the barricade. Wearing black gray and white cargo shorts and black zt shirt or zt Hockey jersey. Crazy J climbs up the steel steps then onto the middle turnbuckle outside of the ropes.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 325 pounds. He is the WCF Hardcore Champion, representing Zero Tolerance, Crazy J!

Crazy J hops over the top rope to the inside of the ring. The lights return back to normal and highlight all the booing fans in the arena. Crazy J hoists the belt up high above his head before waving CJ to get out of his way. He doesn’t stand on the apron, rather stands at ringside leaning against the barricade with his arms folded. No intentions of being in this match at all.

Zach Davis: I wonder how Crazy J will do in this match. He’s up against a former WCF World Champion and current WCF Trios Champion teaming with a former WCF Hardcore Champion who never lost the title in a match. Wade Moor and Andre Holmes are two men you don’t want to face especially when they’re pissed.

Freddy Whoa: Crazy J made a bold statement last week that he feels Andre Holmes has an entitled attitude and doesn’t deserve a championship shot. He believes that Andre Holmes has been pulling the race card and using that as a way to sneak into a rematch without proving he is hardcore in the first place.

A famous guitar riff spreads darkness around the arena leaving grey colored video images of Andre Holmes preparing backstage. “Relentless” by New Years Day spirals the lights to flash everywhere while leaving a single spotlight to emerge Andre Holmes on the stage dressed under that black leather hoodie only exposing his face. He surveys the crowd before nodding his head and walking down to the ring.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Philadelphia somehow still respects him but Andre’s focus is going after Crazy J. He stops in his path down to the ring and takes a moment to bow his head when the lyrics are heard. “Tear Me Down, It Won’t Build You Up…”, the lights return back to normal when he assumes that lone wolf stance and emits a primal scream. A flash of white fireworks fire up from the stage simultaneously.

Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “Relentless” Andre Holmes!

Wearing a simple black, and red design underwear with a long sleeve black arm wear covering his right forearm with "Holmes" engraved in red across it. His MMA gloves sponsored by tap-out representing his striking background. Along with that, "Relentless" is tattooed down his spine, and his black knee pads are custom-made with his insignia of his graphically designed initials on each pad. Finally, his leg padding covers the lower part of his legs, and his boots are striped in red, and black together.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Andre is already standing on the middle turnbuckle outside of his corner covered by smoke rising from below. The entire arena is darkened until a spotlight emerges behind Andre to produce that visual effect of his silhouette. He hops over the top rope into the center of the ring pacing back and forth but he never breaks eye contact with Crazy J mocking him at ringside. Andre's dead set on getting back that WCF Hardcore Championship.

Freddy Whoa: He made his return to the WCF and immediately demanded a shot for the WCF Hardcore Championship. Crazy J denied it but Andre took it straight to Seth who loved the idea but the catch was that if he cannot defeat Crazy J, he would forfeit all future shots at the WCF Hardcore Championship.

Zach Davis: At Rise up, we will witness possibly one of the biggest grudge matches for the WCF Hardcore Championship. Crazy J and Andre Holmes absolutely hate each other and this match I warn you people is something you never want to miss.

“21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson is the final entrance music taking the audience’s attention away from all three wrestlers in the ring. Wade Moor walks out with his arms outstretched, smiling to his loyal fans of #BeachKrew while also displaying the WCF Trios Championship around his waist. The camera circles around him slowly, giving that eerie feel of a God in their midst.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

That walk of Wade personifies a God who is hungry. Every step has a chill running down a man’s spine but he doesn’t care. Moor continues on his way down to the ring nodding his head and smiling to CJ Phoenix and Crazy J. Andre in the corner nods his head to his partner, Wade Moor, who is ready to take the souls out of these #fuccbois who dare to stand in his way.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from The Everglades! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 255 pounds. He is one third of the WCF Trios Champions, representing Pantheon, Wade “Godnilla” Moor!

Wade hops onto the apron then stands on his feet before entering the ring. Center of the ring, he proudly raises his championship belt in the air while laughing maniacally at CJ Phoenix and Crazy J. Once his music fades and the lights return back to normal, he stands side by side with his partner Andre Holmes and both men look deadlier together. The atmosphere in this arena are solidly behind the veterans and Philadelphia’s loyalty never fades.

Zach Davis: The former WCF World Champion and now one third of the WCF Trios Champions alongside Johnny Rabid and Jared Holmes of #BeachKrew. Wade Moor’s career has only been nothing but surprises and no one can deny his skill and talent inside that WCF ring.

Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor and Andre Holmes are practically a Tag Team in order to get their hands on CJ Phoenix and Crazy J. They both want to bring the pain and suffering to their opponents as much as they can. CJ will be starting along with Wade Moor with Andre Holmes on the apron and I guess Crazy J at ringside.

Ding Ding Ding!

Wade and CJ are both moving around the ring at the same pace. CJ isn’t too pleased that Crazy J refuses to get involved with the match neither does Andre who wants to rip him apart. The two lock up in the center of the ring and Wade Moor easily overpowers CJ into an unoccupied corner. With his back pressed against the corner, Wade starts tearing his ribs apart with back to back Shoulder Barges.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The Shoulder Barges leave CJ sat in between the top and middle turnbuckles. Wade charges into the opposing corner and uses the turnbuckles as an added spring into the acceleration of his sprint. With enough force into the weight, he nearly squashes CJ in the corner who collapses chest first into the canvas. CJ holds onto his chin before Wade drops to a knee and starts hammering his skull with multiple forearms.

Zach Davis: The match has already started and Wade Moor is showing exactly the performance of a WCF World Champion. Back to back Shoulder Barges then finishing it off with an Avalanche. Look at Crazy J, he doesn’t even care about the match. He’s over there just relaxing on the barricade.

Moor already picks CJ up and whips him into his corner. His back slams against the turnbuckles leaving Wade to tag in Holmes. Andre hops over the top rope and Wade spins CJ into him. A Rolling Elbow into CJ’s head nearly knocks him unconscious until Wade takes CJ’s head under his right arm pit. He holds onto the tights before vertically holding him a Suplex. Andre Roundhouse Kicks the head before Wade Brainbuster Phoenix, spiking him in the center of the ring!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Freddy Whoa: Jesus Christ! Wade and Andre are enjoying this match but Crazy J refuses to even compete! CJ suffers a Rolling Elbow from Andre then when Wade holds him up in a Vertical Suplex, a Roundhouse Kick into the head before getting Brainbustered! Andre is telling Wade to get back on the apron for another tag! Enough guys, let CJ be alone!

Wade does as requested and stands on the apron of his corner. CJ gets whipped off after being helped up, glued against the turnbuckles. He can barely struggle to stand up as he relies on holding onto the top rope on both sides. It’s not long before Andre charges in and uproots his right foot to drive against his chin with a sick Yakuza Kick into the temple. CJ collapses into the corner and Wade tags himself in.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Zach Davis: YAKUZA KICK! WE’RE GONNA SEE A PHOENIX SPLASH- WAIT NO! LOOK OUT CRAZY J!

Instead of climbing to the top rope to finish his signature move, Andre charges behind him to shoot his body through the middle and bottom rope thus Spearing Crazy J in the chest. A Heat Seeking Missile crashes both men against the barricade but inside the ring, Wade charges into the sat down Phoenix and flips himself forward to crush his weight against the body of Phoenix!

Zach Davis: CANNONBALL!

Freddy Whoa: Andre Holmes blindsided Crazy J and he’s already getting back inside the ring to accompany Wade Moor and finish this off! Wait, Crazy J has a steel chair, he’s had enough of Andre’s antics!

Crazy J gets up from the Suicide Dive and already picks up a steel chair before sliding into the ring with it. Wade Moor and Andre Holmes are standing in front of egging him to balls up. CJ Phoenix manages to get up barely on wobbly knees but Crazy J smashes that steel material on the top of his head putting Phoenix out of his misery before diving out of the ring. He takes the Hardcore Title and walks around the ring flipping both men off leaving Andre to kick the ropes in anger.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, due to Crazy J’s actions, the referee has ruled this match in the favor of Wade Moor and Andre Holmes!

Zach Davis: Oh you gotta be kidding me! We expected a great match and Crazy J shows no ounce of respect to Wade Moor and Andre Holmes! That’s being a coward, if he even tried he could have won but no, he let his ego shine more than his own talent!

Freddy Whoa: Wait, what’s Wade saying to Andre?

Andre nods his head at Wade and Wade picks up the nearly unconscious CJ Phoenix. With Phoenix bent down and his back turned to him, the Reverse Double Underhook is locked in while Andre climbs up onto the top rope with his back also facing CJ Phoenix.

Freddy Whoa: GUYS NO! IF THIS IS WHAT THEY’RE DOING, THIS COULD KILL CJ PHOENIX!

Wade nods his head and Andre points his finger up to Crazy J watching them with the WCF Hardcore Championship hoisted over his shoulder. Andre leaps backwards in the air corkscrewing into a 450 degree flip to Phoenix Splash his ribs onto the back of Phoenix thus pushing Wade even more to drop Phoenix’s face into the mat with the Unleash the Leviathan!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Zach Davis: MEDICAL ATTENTION NOW! THAT WAS UNNECESSARY BUT THEY WANTED TO SEND A MESSAGE TO CJ PHOENIX!

Freddy Whoa: DEADLINE TRAP COMBINED INTO THE UNLEASH THE LEVIATHIAN! YOU SICK FUCKS NEED HELP! COMMERCIAL NO!

Johnny Rabid/Jared Holmes vs Kevin Bishop/FPV

“Avenged Sevenfold: A Symphonic Tribute” hits as the arena bursts into a chorus of approval. The fans ear busting screams for the Brotherhood are momentarily drowned out however as the music reaches it's rousing crescendo. Red spotlights now illuminating the steel and canvass stage as Bishop and FPV's custom Jumbotron shows scenes from a violent and twisted narrative, a war for the hearts and minds of a fragile community of homeless and lost souls that has been raged between Johnny Rabid, Kevin Bishop, FPV and Jared Holmes; we see Andre Holmes's betrayal from last week, a cruel twist that cost The Brotherhood a shot at retribution. We see #beachkrew beating The Brotherhood, but failing to gain the TV championship. A war of words and action that has reached fever point tonight as these two titanic factions face each other once more.

Frank Patrick Venable and Kevin Bishop appear now though a plume of red tinted smoke; each dressed for combat as they march down along Slam's cruel steel ramp towards the ring, focused and determined to succeed as they step over an ugly dark red patch, instinctively making the sign of the cross as they do so.

For this was the very spot where Gemini Battle died.

Zach Davis: Sleep well. Bienvenue, Gemini Battle.

As their journey continues Frank and Kevin's grimaces recede, to be replaced now by an air of focused confidence as they climb though the green and black ring ropes; their arrival announced by the silky, dulcet tones of one Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty pounds! This is “The Plague”, Kevin Bishop. “Mr. Headshot” Frank Patrick Venable...They are, The Brotherhood!

The tag team stand poised and ready as....

“Aquaberry Dolphin” (Mysterious Pantheon/Aphex Twin: The Mad Bastard remix) hits as the lights suddenly plummet. We hear a scuffle in the darkness as a strobe effect from a sea of camera phone flashes catch sporadic glimpses of the action--

Rabid and Holmes both jumping the barrier in civilian clothing!

FLASH!

They throw chairs into the backs of Frank and Kevin, catching them off guard!

FLASH!

#beachkrew drag The Brotherhood outside and start throwing hard lefts and rights!

FLASH!

The Brotherhood hold their ground as the two factions begin to trade punches as--

The arena lights return. No ring bell as #beachkrew haven't entered the squared circle to officially begin the contest! Irish whip by Rabid as Kevin crashes into the side of the steel barrier. Rabid charges, looking for the Yakuza kick as Kevin bends down to administer a back body drop into the crowd; but Rabid has learned his lesion from last week and instead baseball slides into the scene while delivering a huge thunderclap of an uppercut!

Kevin arches back as Rabid goes for another uppercut, only to be met with a clothesline from The Plague who hits a hatch suplex on Rabid, the lower half of the rippers torso bouncing off the unforgiving steel steps!

Zach Davis: All's fair Freddy, this match hasn't officially begun yet! Now here comes the ref!

Stanley Moser slides out of the ring, pulling Jared and Vic apart as--

Bishop charges forward and goes for a spear on Holmes who--

Pushes Stanley Moser into harms way! Both Bishop and Moser crash into a barrier as it implodes on impact!

Zach Davis: Moser is down! Bishop is down!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! It's one on one!

Holmes and Venable exchanging hard lefts and right as Holmes goes for the Dolphin Driver early! Frank wriggles free and back body drops his spiteful opponent, move countered however by the former Los Tiburones who gracefully exhibits his formidable athletic prowess as he lands elegantly on his feet! Frank however realises the counter and unleashes a BOOM HEADSHOT!

FPV: BOOM! HEAD--

But Holmes ducks and slams Frank's knee into the side of a steel barrier with a sickening THUD! Jared snatches a bottle now from a hapless fan and smashing it over Franks head! Blood now running down Frank's face as Holmes spits vile phlegm into his eyes!

Frank is temporally blinded as Jared Irish whips Frank into a waiting Johnny Rabid who goes for a Release German Suplex! But as Frank is released, mid revolution from the move, he's caught by Bishop! Bishop spins Frank around and uses him as a human battering ram, clattering into Rabid and leaping forward to deliver an incredible flying forearm smash, connecting dead on with the Sixgod!

Zach Davis: The Brotherhood are fighting back from #beachkrew's sneak attack!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! We need another ref out here!

Bishop lifts up Rabid and tries to roll his dead weight into the ring. Mid manoeuvrer however, Bishop's valiant efforts are met by a sneaky thumb to the eyes, followed by a low blow! Bishop staggers as Rabid Irish whips Bishop towards the ring apron, then leaps forward and delivers a bulldog that rams Bishop's skull into the outer edges of the mat.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Rabid grabs Zach's headset and wears it as he begins to do self commentary.

Johnny Rabid: Incredible move there by Johnny Rabid! Clearly, he has all the skills necessary to be WCF's next World Champion. The looks! The charisma! A legendary figure in his own lifetime, who's about to become the youngest ever knight of the realm (modern era of course) and your first and only King of America! Yes! Bow down, bow you worthless dogs, bow before King---OH FUCKING SHIT!

Frank Venable has launched himself off the top turnbuckle with a heart stopping leap, he completes a top rope double-foot stomp, aka the 'Goomba Stomp' which sends Rabid crashing into the Armenian Announce Table!

Zach Davis: The Armenians are DOWN! The Armenians are DOWN!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The place is Carnage 2099 out here!

Crowd: King-Oh-Fucking-Shit! King-Oh-Fucking-Shit!King-Oh-Fucking-Shit! King-Oh-Fucking-Shit!

Rabid and Frank are down as Holmes and Bishop stagger to their feet, Bishop with a wide off the mark forearm as he goes for clothesline; but his timing is way off while still recovering from that last devastating attack. This allows Holmes to manoeuvrer himself behind Bishop, lifting the Plague up onto his shoulders as he goes for the Babymaker!

Zach Davis: If Jared drops Bishop, and hits that vicious punt kick on the way down, we can all kiss the Plague's promising career goodbye!

Holmes drops Bishop forward as--

Kevin leaps from Jared's shoulders, lands with both feet on the top portion of the barrier, spins and hits a double footed drop-kick that sends Jared into and through another section of the guardrail!

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Bishop crawls slowly to his feet as he turns and throws an arm over Frank's shoulder, removing the cold corpse of...I mean sleeping torso of an Armenian announcer. Kevin and Frank rise to their feet as--

Terminator like, Rabid shoves aside some of the busted table as rises to his feet. Twin sets of flame burn brightly in his eyes as he hits a double chop block on Bishop and Venable! Bishop's head bounces off the ring post as he crashes back down to the floor. Venable staggers then collapses as Rabid reaches under the ring and grabs a 16' foot high ladder!

Zach Davis: Okay, now it's time to leave!

Davis and Freddy wisely scatter as Rabid drapes Bishop over the American Announce table. He sets up the ladder and begins to climb.

Rabid is clearly suffering from the effects of the conflict as he takes his time in the ascent; he grabs a huge intake of breath as he reaches the zenith of the climb and looks down; he twists his thumb left and right, as if a painter observing a sunrise over a landscape. Then shouts “PHOENIX SPLASH!” as--

Venable scrambles up the ladder and jaws Rabid! Rabid's balance wobbles somewhat but holds firm as the two wrestlers trade hard lefts and rights. Soup bowls are the order of the day as Jared gets to his feet; he enters the ring and shoulder charges forward as--

Rabid leaps, he dives down and connects with the splash on Bishop as--

Jared super-kicks the ladder away! as--

The ladder gives way! Frank leaps at that very moment and hits a pitch perfect moonsault that connects with Jared Holmes as both men crumble inside the ring!

Rabid and Bishop are wiped out as Frank staggers slowly to his feet, he uses the ring ropes to guide his battered and bruised body to an upright position; looking down with evil intentions at the fallen 6ix god as thoughts of chaos and mayhem cross his mind. Frank slides out of the ring and grabs a table from beneath the apron; he returns and sets up the table up across the corner ring ropes. Frank then drags Holmes over towards his newly built alter of pain, then proceeds to fireman carry Holmes up onto the top turnbuckle.

FPV: BOUDLEDRIVER!!!!

Frank lifts Jared up as he goes for the blue thunder bomb set up but--
Jared blocks the move; thumb to the eyes and a larynx chop that sucks the air from Frank's lunges; Frank's on dream street now as Jared signals for the Dolphin Driver!

Jared locks in one arm...

Then the other....

He's about the begin the rotation that will lead to certain doom as--
Frank fights out, pushes Jared back down to the mat. Frank steadies himself as--

DAVID SANCHEZ!

Appears from nowhere and clocks Frank across the back of the skull with the Final destination briefcase!

Frank falls!

And crashes headlong into the table! It obliterates on impact as Frank ends up a crumbled and quivering mess in the center of the squared circle. Jared nods and exits the ring as Sanchez waits and stalks Frank once again, waiting for Frank to valiantly drag himself back to his feet.

Frank is up as Sanchez charges again and delivers another shot with the briefcase!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!

Sanchez observes the mess he's created. He smirks as he sets the ladder back up in the middle of the ring and climbs the edifice, briefcase in held high above him. Sanchez calmly sits at the top of the ladder and watches the EMT's arrive; smiling at the destruction all around him, tapping the briefcase like he's nurturing an infant as we cut to a commercial break.

David Sanchez vs Steven Singh
Special Guest Referee: Joey Flash

Periphery by Mile Zero kicks in, the arena lights dim and out walks the WCF World Champion; Joey Flash.

Zach Davis: Here comes Joey Flash, who’s got more than a little interest in our main event tonight.

Freddy Whoa: How do Pantheon keep getting allowed to officiate their own matches? Is Seth really this easy to buy-out?

The crowd buzzes with electricity. The music booms and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory lifts the World Championship high into the air.

Zach Davis: That World Championship is glistening extra-bright tonight.

Freddy Whoa: It’s never looked brighter Zach, but nor has it ever looked harder to pry from one man’s hands.

He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.

Zach Davis: I remember when nobody used to want to shake this man’s hand. Now there’s grown men stepping on their fat girlfriends just to get close.

Freddy Whoa: That’s respect Zach. Flash has earned the admiration of the people through his wars with some of this company’s best allums.

He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance, and the match. Even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring, handing his belt to Kyle Steel and dusting down his black and white pinstriped shirt as the ring announcer gives him a rather unnecessary introduction.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first - from the Bronx, New York. He is the WCF World Champion and your special guest referee for tonight’s main event. Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds… He is The One Punch Man…. Joeeeeeeeeeeey Flaaaaaaaaaaashhhh!

Zach Davis: Flash looks happy enough tonight. Let’s face it, this is practically a rest day for him.

Freddy Whoa: Another rest day. Much to the chagrin of Steven Singh who has been given no days off by Seth in the lead-up to their match at Rise Up.

Zach Davis: We’ve all seen the internet Freddy. Dude’s salty about a bias booking schedule. Suck it up son. That sort of thing gets earned around here; not given.

Flash takes position in the center of the ring, just in time to hear “Out of the Black” by Royal Blood booming through the speakers for the second time tonight. This time though, it is allowed time to play, to build into a thunderous din before finally the vocals kick in and Sanchez steps out from the curtain, a shit-eating grin on his face as he lifts the Final Destination briefcase he’d had emblazoned purple to match his combat shorts high into the air, receiving only boos from the hostile crowd.

Zach Davis: David Sanchez stepping out from the curtains for the second time tonight after interrupting FPV’s dramatic explanation of recent events and winding up booked to defend that briefcase he won’t shut up about against him at Rise Up.

Freddy Whoa: So, interestingly enough. David’s whole involvement with the world title picture could end up being an exercise in futility after this Sunday when he could lose that right to Frank Venable in a ladder match. Which isn’t exactly a match the Mayor would say is up his street.

Walking confidently, Sanchez completely blanks the fans. Allowing two pitiful smoke generators to create a slight purple fog on the ramp; again to match his ring-gear. The Colombian strolls with purpose down the ramp, his eyes fixated on Joey.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is to be contested under a thirty minute time-limit. The first of our competitors hails from Bogota, Colombia and weighs in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds. He is the current Final Destination contract-holder and the Mayor of Chicago---- David Saaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnchez!

Zach Davis: Sanchez is out here on a hell of a roll that he’ll only be looking to extend tonight with a win over Thievin’ Steven.

Freddy Whoa: Let’s not forget, Sanchez has a habit of taking the wind from the sails of people in the position to challenge for the World Championship.

Zach Davis: He toppled Thomas Bates and took his United States championship right before Revenge in twenty-fifteen, leaving him worn thin to be utterly crushed by Dune the next week for the World Championship.

Sanchez rolls under the bottom rope, shaking hands with Joey before climbing to the second turnbuckle and raising the briefcase into the air once more as Royal Blood plays on. The music finally dies down, leaving the two Pantheon members to strategize as they await Steven Singh.

Zach Davis: The champion and the Final Destination contract holder sharing the ring as two friends now, waiting on the odd man out in this little love triangle to make his entrance.

Freddy Whoa: Singh’s been rallying the Stevenites on Twitter all week; well, he’s been having his assistant do it, but still. The Superstar is outraged that he’s having to compete tonight and Flash isn’t.

Zach Davis: Well, Singh’s been in action every Slam since One. Flash defended against Gravedigger on week one and he’s been doing pretty much nothing since. Would you be happy with that?

The menacing beat of the Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain fills the arena, gold fountains line the stage, but still; after nearly two minutes of music - there is no sign of Steven Singh. Growing restless in the ring, Sanchez looks to Flash for answers; the champion simply shrugging his shoulders in response. The crowd boos even louder now as instead of Steven Singh, a young woman of no great reputation walks out from the curtain, feeling the public eye searing her flesh as if she were an ant under their magnifying glass.

Freddy Whoa: That… does not look like Steven Singh. Unless he did some pretty hardcore experimental dieting through the week.

Zach Davis: Dumbass. That’s Erica Baringer; Singh’s assistant.

The young lady is star-struck and walks to the center of the stage like Bambi on ice, lifting a microphone for what seems like the first time in her life and speaking in a petrified hush.

Erica Baringer: L-Ladies and gentlemen. My client Steven Singh has asked me to come out here at this m-moment and announce that while he will not be competing in this match. He has prepared a video package for the other man in the ring. It is his wish that David Sanchez, henceforth to be known as “Jungle Fever,” be removed from the ring so that Joey can provide the Golden God with his full, undivided attention.

Freddy Whoa: Does this chick think Sanchez is just going to walk? He came here tonight for a fight.

Zach Davis: If I was heading into a high stakes match with a Grand-Slam winner I’d be taking every shortcut I could find. Maybe David would appreciate an extra rest-day.After-all that seems to be the Pantheon

In the ring, Joey and David exchange a few words; before on the ramp, Captain Pantheon now walks passed Baringer, telling the assistant to get out of harm’s way as he builds speed and charges towards the squared circle. Meanwhile, Flash asks his friend to secure the area; sensing the oncoming threat. Something which Sanchez manages with relative ease; uncharacteristically launching himself through the middle rope and into the cheekbone of the approaching Captain with his elbow in a smashing motion. As the crowd pops ever so slightly, Flash is handed his belt back; just in time to see Steven Singh’s face occupy the entire big screen at the top of the ramp.

Freddy Whoa: Sanchez with a suicide dive, taking out one half of the tag-team champions!

Zach Davis: just as he leapt from the ring though, Steven Singh’s million dollar smile has appeared in the center of the screen.

Steven Singh: Let me make clear what seems to be so wildly misunderstood: I get what I deserve. One way or another, I get what I deserve. I deserved a title: I took the Tag Team Championship. I deserved a number one contendership: I took the victory at the New Year Bash. I deserve one single, solitary fucking week off from carrying Slam: I took this week off, as I said I would. I also deserve that World Title you refuse to restore to relevance by actually appear on television. So next week, I take that and I take it back to the forefront of this company. And you Joey Flash? You deserve--

Freddy Woah: Look out Joseph!---

Zach Davis: He’s beeeeeeeeeeeehind you!

Flash studies the image on screen, and it’s musings for but a few minutes, unimpressed with the speech, before he tastes the canvas. The back of his skull having been bludgeoned with the other half of the tag-team championships, courtesy of Thievin’ Steven who had jumped the barricade and rolled into the ring relatively unnoticed, barring the gasps of fans.

Freddy Whoa: Hellacious title shot with the tag belt from Singh!

Zach Davis: Flash looks like he’s out cold. That hit him right in the sweet-spot. Someone get a ring doctor and call that man a taxi; he’ll not be cleared to drive tonight..

The crowd pops once more as Steven Singh stands tall above Joey Flash for a moment, lifting the discarded World Championship, as well as his tag belt into the air as the Slam licensing logos are shown and the rest of Pantheon rush the ring, chasing Singh through the crowd. With the dust now clear, and another communication breakdown within Pantheon now in our midst, Sanchez is left to exit the stage on his own. Leaving Jared, Wade and Rabid to help Flash back to his feet, the Mayor feeling he had done enough.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Amber Lynn Segment

Amber Lynn vs HB vs Dark Angel

Vic Vegas Segment

Jay West vs Captain Rump vs Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso

Adam Burnett/Sebastian Knight Segment

Tom Frost vs Menaki

Greybeard Segment

Lilith/Cheyenne vs Dag Riddik/Psychopomp

Salem Shepard Segment

Jaice Wilds/Ethan King vs Adam Burnett/Jason O'Neal

FPV Segment

Television Title Match: Captain Pantheon vs Sebastian Knight

Brotherhood Segment

People's Title Contendership Match: Adrian Archer/Stalker/Udy vs Damian Kaine/Dion Necurat/Captain Bruddahhood

Texas Deathmatch: Jason Cash/Salem Shepard vs The Big Time Jerks

Zero Tolerance Segment

Damian Kaine Segment

Wade Moor/Andre Holmes vs Crazy J/CJ Phoenix

Johnny Rabid/Jared Holmes vs Kevin Bishop/FPV

David Sanchez vs Steven Singh

Of The Week

Wrestler:
The Brotherhood
Match:
Lilith/Cheyenne vs Dag/Pomp
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Joey Flash
Television:
Sebastian Knight
Hardcore:
Crazy J
People's:
Kevin Bishop
Internet:
Teddy Blaze
Alpha:
Jason O'Neal
Tag Team:
Cap 'N Crook
Trios:
#beachkrew