02/05/2017
Live from the Bankers Life Fieldhouse in Indianopolis, Indiana


Slam Intro

Sunday Night Slam pops on air, and the first thing to happen is "True North" hitting the airwaves. The crowd goes bananas as their hero Frank Patrick Venable emerges from behind the curtain. In one hand is aa microphone, and in the other is the brand new Final Destination briefcase...which is exactly the same as before when Sanchez held it, only with the letters "FPV" spray-painted over Sanchez's logo in bold red letters.

Crowd: EFF-PEE-VEE! EFF-PEE-VEE! EFF-PEE-VEE!

The crowd is still chanting as FPV slides into the ring, and refuse to stop even as he brings the mic up to his mouth.

FPV: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...BOYS AND GIRLS...AND OF COURSE, FRIENDS BEYOND THE BINARY...WELCOME TO SUNDAY NIGHT SLAM!

YUUUUGE pop from the crowd.

Crowd: SUN-DAY SLAM! SUN-DAY SLAM! SUN-DAY SLAM!

FPV: That's right everybody, it's my privilege to welcome you all here tonight. Because without you, I'd be nothing. Without you all, I would probably still be holed up in Japan fighting for my own survival. Without you're support, I would not be back here in the Dub as not only your Television Champion of the Year, or the undisputed Ace of the Brotherhood, but also your NEW...MR. FINAL DESTINATION!

Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

FPV: Sanchez put up a good fight, I'd expect nothing less from him. But I found his weak point, that banged up knee, and I exploited it for all it's worth. Now that is just one more Pantheon fuck down and out for the count. Jayson Price...Zombie McMorris...and now David Sanchez. Earth's Mightiest Stable is crumbling, and it's because of guys like me who oppose them. But taking out Sanchez is useless, if my goal is to stop Pantheon once and for all. After all, he's just a lackey in the grand scheme of things. Nah, if I wanna slay this beast, I gotta chop it off at the head. SO LISTEN UP MALIGNAGGI!

A hushed silence falls over the crowd. Murmurs of "oh damn, he used his real name" pop up around the crowd.

FPV: This briefcase I hold in my hand allows to cash in a World Title shot whenever and wherever I want. You already know the power of this briefcase. This is what ended your second reign as World Champion. Well that power is in MY hands now. Sanchez may tried to be sneaky about it, but fuck that shit, you already know your score with me. Rest assured that when I cash this bad boy in, I WILL beat you and I WILL become the new WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMP-

Zach Davis: THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!

Zach Davis was making an observational statement rather than leading an FPV cheerleading chorus as sliding in to the ring behind the oblivious Frank Patrick Venable is our WCF World Champion Joey Flash - ball bat in hand. Flash doesn't wait on ceremony and proceeds to tee off straight across the skull of the blindsided FPV. Frank drops immediately and is smashed in the face for his troubles. The crowd explodes in boos as Flash raises the bat and then takes a bow. He plucks the microphone from the limp hand of FPV.

Joey Flash: Shut it, faggot.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Joey Flash: You're booing me now? What happened? You rode me into beating Bates and now you remember just who the fuck I am, is that it?

Flash grins.

Joey Flash: So yes, I cheated to beat your big hope Singh - just like I said I would. I'm nothing if not an entertainer. Then I bashed poor ol' Frankie's head into mush, look at the poor sap.

Flash blasts another shot into Frank's ribs.

Joey Flash: No one is coming to save you Francis. Your crumbling Brotherhood aren't even in the building yet, you are mine and I am going to have a little fun I think. So you do what you do Frank, get the crowd hyped and interested in this match; this is not a match anyone thinks you can legitimately win, by the way. Just cash in one week when I'm booked lightly and snatch a free World Title reign. That would be smart. The other option ends with you humiliated and beaten like the little bitch that you are. You don't want a straight up match with me, no one does.

I'm not even going to mention no one's name.

No one returned last week. No one underwhelmed like only no one can and no one had the most dull blaise return in recent memory. Way to go no one you absolute spastic. When Adam Young's return has more hype than you...bro, just stop. This guy is the only mongoloid who can make a potential earth shattering epic return confirming a certain match...only to challenge a completely random guy on the roster. I don't even.

It would be like if I came back before War and rather than focus on Bates and War announced I would be challenging Torture to a match. What the fuck? This shit makes me want to smack myself with a baseball bat - but seeing as I can't...sorry Frank.

Flash blasts the prone FPV once more.

Joey Flash: Pathetic ignorant cowardice. Challenge rescinded. You want to ever step in the ring with me Fly? You're going to have to earn it.

As far as my next move? I think I'm going to take this whole month off, I'm getting clearance from Lerch to begin filming on the new WCF Film as the starring role of the epic 'Anonymous Penis: Welcome to the Family'. So sorry. You won't be seeing me in the ring at all this month and-

Zach Davis: STEVEN SINGH!

Zach Davis with another astute observational exclamation as Steven Singh had slipped into the ring behind Flash completely unnoticed before thwacking the World Champion in the back of the head with a cricket bat. The World Champ crumples into a heap over the back of the still-out FPV. The crowd cheers for a moment for someone having shut Flash up but as Singh triumphantly holds the bat overhead with a wide smile and one of the WCF Tag Team Titles gleaming on his waist, the boos come pouring back in. Singh's smile fades and in response to the boos he takes a cheap and fully unnecessary crack at FPV's ribs.

Steven Singh: Johnathan, my good man, you really need to be more careful where you leave your stuff lying around. I mean, a man of low moral fiber could just snatch up your favorite cricket bat and crack one of your friend's skulls with it.

With a smirk, Singh rubs the handle of the cricket bat down the front of his tights before tossing it nonchalantly onto the two downed men.

Steven Singh: Now, I apologize for interrupting another one of your "Notice me SenFly!" diatribes but it's time to change the fucking vinyl, Flash; this tune is played out. At least this time you namechecked another WCF Legend who will assuredly ignore the shit out of you as you stomp your feet and throw your little tantrums. But let's spin it back a bit here: you're absolutely right, you cheated me out of my title shot. While that...that...

Singh struggles to hide his anger at his tag partner.

That masked mook was on the apron, you scooped up a foreign object and used it to get the win. Congratulations Flash, you took advantage of Craptain Pantheon's absolute lack of loyalty to his tag partner, his co-champion, his Golden God. You are man with absolutely no scruples and no future that doesn't include getting back into the ring with me. And while YOUR friends are who-knows-where doing lines off each others' dicks, I'm commandeering this ring until I get--

Suddenly CaramellDansen hits the speakers and out dances the other half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, Captain Pantheon, flanked by none other than Seth Lerch. The music stops and the Captain pulls a microphone to his mouth.

Captain Pantheon: Hello WCF Galaxy! Hello Stefan Sing! Hello Jory Splash! It is a great honor to be in opening segment of WCF Sunday Night Slam!

Huge pop from the crowd for the Captain.

Captain Pantheon: But I am here for serious business: Stefan, I did not mean to cause trouble at your match! I thought you had won WCF World Title and was excited to celebrate with other half of Cap 'n Crook, best tag team ever! But don't worry! I talk to Supreme Ruling Galactic Overlord Seth Lerch and he has announcement to make!

Seth Lerch: Since you two sports enthusiasts can't seem to get enough of each other, I've decided that you're going to be taking another swing at each other at TimeBomb for the World Title. And the third wheel to your little love triangle has even convinced me to allow him to be the special guest referee.

The crowd pops as the only man out here that they actually like gives them a big thumbs up and a smile.

Captain Pantheon: Now I prove that I am total and complete impartial referee for Stefan and Jory!

Seth Lerch: You sure will, Cap. And since these two seem to have absolutely no respect for the rules of MY company and they also can't seem to get enough of foreign objects, it's going to go like this: if Joey Flash gets disqualified, Steven Singh is the new champion. And if Steven Singh gets disqualified, he is barred from competing for the world title...ever again!

The crowd lets out a huge roar at the thought of Flash losing the title or Singh never getting another shot. "Master of Puppets" hits the speakers as Singh throws an absolute fit in the ring and heads up the ramp to have words with his partner.

Freddy Whoa: What a way to start Slam! We've got our main event for TimeBomb set!

Zach Davis: And it looks like the two dirtiest players in the game are going to have to actually wrestle a clean match!

Freddy Whoa: Something tells me, they'll find a way to avoid that!

Sister Sin vs Justin Turner

"Dead Man's Road" by Doc Holiday starts playing and Aces and Eights playing cards start falling from the rafters with the Dead Man's Hand logo on the other side.

Voice: This circus that's advertised to show and furnish a little amusement for us heathens is owned by a woman, one whose pluck catches my sympathy every time.

Zach Davis: Uhhh, what was that about?

Freddy Whoa: I have no idea. Let's just get to our match.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is your opening match; with a thirty minute time-limit. Introducing first - already in the ring, from St. Louis, Missouri; and weighing one-hundred and thirty five pounds. She is... Sisterrrrrrrrr Sinnnnnnn!!

“Relax” by Peaches echoes around the arena as the debuting young lady eagerly warms up for her first match in the ring; stretching out her calfs and quads on the middle ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Seth’s latest acquisition set to make her debut tonight in Indiana against somebody we’ve not seen for quite some time in Justin Turner.

Zach Davis: We don’t know a whole lot about the good Sister. She’s coming into this contest as a relatively unknown entity. Which - we’ve seen people use to their advantage more often than it’s bit them on the ass. So I guess that’s her edge coming into this thing tonight.

Freddy Whoa: Personally Zach; I like the looks of this chick; and not in the perverted way Gravedigger used to mean that. I’m calling this one - Sister Sin is winning this one.

Zach Davis: You could be onto something Freddy. There’s a fire behind those eyes.

"The Gunslinger" By Shooter Jennings hits the speakers and the Lights in the arena go out, then a few gunshots are heard over the P.A.

Freddy Whoa: Well, it’s take two for Justin Turner here in the WCF. Let’s just see if he can make it stick this time.

Zach Davis: He’s coming into this match with drive tonight Freddy. He’s got kids don’t you know.

Freddy Whoa: Most people do Zach, that’s hardly a gimmick - it’s a burden.

We see the flashes of cameras before a camo background lights up as the words "The Freak" are posted on the titantron. After a moment "The Gunslinger" by Shooter Jennings hits and the fans lose their shit.

Kyle Steel: His opponent; from Crystal River, Florida. Weighing in tonight at one-hundred and ninety-five pounds. He is the Freeeeeeeeeeak - Jussstinnnnnnn Turnerrrrrrrr!!!

From the back, comes out a confident Justin Turner with Jennifer by his side as the crows applaud his return.

Zach Davis: I don’t know too much about Justin, but that chick is a solid nine point three.

Freddy Whoa: That’s his wife Zach, so… I dunno. Maybe tone it down a bit?

Zach Davis: I’m just saying Fred. Words are harmless.

Freddy Whoa: That always the way it starts Zach!

The fans scramble to their feet and cheer as they make their way down the ramp. Justin rolls under the bottom rope before posing for the crowd as the two combatants engage in a staredown; neither blinking.

Freddy Whoa: Well, both fighters are in the ring, let’s do this damn thing already.

Zach Davis: Someone’s a little impatient tonight aren’t they?

Freddy Whoa: I’m still buzzing after Rise Up, Zach.

Inside of the ring, the official checks in with Sister Sin who gives him the nod. Looking over to Turner, the official gets one instantly from the Freak; who has been chomping at the bit in the run up to this match. The junior official then throws his hand in the air and signals for the bell in the first match of the evening.

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

The two then walk to the center of the ring where Turner looks for a handshake but is denied this much by Sin. After the formalities are over, they step back from one another and before you know it, Sin spins around and catches Turner in the side of the head with a enziguri. Off balance, Turner stumbles backwards but maintains his footing and doesn't go down to the mat. Sin then rushes in and hits him across the chest with a chop. Not satisfied with just one, she hits him with another and another before going all out and unloading with a fury of chops across the chest, the crowd starting to stir into life as this newcomer takes the first advantage.

Freddy Whoa: Sister Sin coming out of the gate with fire in her belly tonight. That’s what we like to see. We’ve seen Justin Turner before though and know what he’s capable of.

Zach Davis: That we have Freddy, but it’s only ever been a brief stint he’s had here. Who knows if he can contribute enough to be a consistent part of the roster. If that’s something he wants, then he’s going to have to find a way to come out on top here, or else it’s another year in the independents for Clan Turner.

Turner then lunges towards her to lock up but comes up empty handed as she side steps out of the way and positions herself behind him. Sin lifts him up from his feet and hits him with an inverted atomic drop, her slight frame straining as she lifts the bigger man. Turner's body seizes up as he takes a couple of steps forward with the pain centered on his groin. Sin then grabs him by the back of the head and trunks and walks him towards the corner before throwing him into it with a crash against the turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: This isn’t what we were expecting tonight. With the amount of excited posts Turner’s been making on Twitter I was expecting a lot more.

Zach Davis: It’s still early days in this one Freddy. Lots of time for the Freak to turn the tables on this young lady. Personally I’m having a hard time concentrating with Mrs. Turner being out here at ringside.

With Turner back in the corner, Sin rushes in and hits him with a forearm shot to that rocks his jaw, whipping his head back. She then latches onto the top rope with both hands and uses it for leverage as she begins kicking him in the stomach time and time again, until slowly he sinks down into a seated position. She then places her foot on the side of his face and extends her leg, dragging her foot from one side to the other. After pulling her leg back, she pulls him up to his feet, away from the corner and then nails a standing front dropkick to his gut, slamming him back into the ‘buckle with force.

Freddy Whoa: Seriously Zach, this chick means business.

Zach Davis: Nobody ever said she was just some scrub Freddy, maybe Turner should’ve done his homework instead of pandering to his kids all week.

Freddy Whoa: I’m staying true to my guns, Zach - Turner’s still going home with a win tonight.

Zach Davis: Well, if this match keeps going in this direction Freddy, I highly doubt that.

Quicker than a hiccup, Turner latches on to Sin’s head before she can continue to capitalize on her pre-emptive assault and then spins around, slamming her into the corner this time. After planting his foot into her midsection, he then pulls her away from the corner and lifts her onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Walking to the center of the ring, Turner then drops her with a modified Samoan neckbreaker right across his knee; effectively turning the momentum into his own favor. Shuffling to his feet, he then crushes her with three consecutive leg drops that land across her throat.

Freddy Whoa: Finally, we’re seeing something from Turner besides his ability to take a beating from a girl.

Zach Davis: I’d keep those words sweet Freddy; she might hear you.

Freddy Whoa: Bitch, please. These newbs love them some Whoa.

Reaching down and grabbing her by the head, Turner pulls her up to her feet and then whips her towards the ropes. Before he can let go however, Sin reverses the throw and goes to whip him instead. The crowd then pops as Turner reverses this reversed whip once more and pulls her into a short-arm clothesline. Sin quickly gets back up to her feet swiftly but before she can make a move, Turner moves in and drops her to the canvas with a sit-out vertical suplex; vaguely reminiscent of a Falcon Arrow. He then covers her for the pin as the official slides in for the count.

One!!

Tw--

Kickout!!

Standing to his feet, Turner pulls Sin up from the mat only to catch a stinging, handed slap across the face as Sin suckers him in. Shaking it off, as his wife loses her mind and tires not to prolapse at ringside. turner then fires back with a European uppercut but Sin rolls out of the way and avoids the blow. Popping back to her feet, Sister then slides in behind Turner and locks him up. Lifting him up from the mat with strength beyond her slender frame and crunching Turner into the canvas with a Tiger Suplex.

Freddy Whoa: That was a seriously impressive deadlift from this young lady. Who knows, she could go places if she keeps up this tenacity.

Zach Davis: Capping it off with a picture-perfect Tiger Suplex that’s left Turner folded up like lawn furniture in Winter.

With Turner on his back, Sin quickly gets back up and then turns her back to face him. She then leaps high into the air, dropping the point of her knee into Turner’s skull. Hooking his leg, she goes for the pin as the referee drops to the mat with enthusiasm; checking that both of Turner’s shoulders are down.

ONE!!

TW--

Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Turner breaks the pin. Sin then delivers a forearm shot to the side of his face before standing him back up, ultimately knocking him back down simultaneously. Grabbing him by the head, she rolls Turner over to his stomach and then pulls him up to his knees once more. She then pulls his head in while lifting her knee upwards and driving it into his face. Not letting go though, Sin holds Turner up and then pulls him to his feet, finally. Locking her arm around his head, she then grabs ahold of the back of his trunks and lifts him up. Slamming him down again in a flash with a snap suplex.

Freddy Whoa: Turner just can’t get out of the gate tonight. Everything he’s tried to do, the good Sister has had a counter for.

Zach Davis: I just can’t take my eyes off his wife Freddy, it honestly worries me that you’re able to concentrate on the action.

Freddy Whoa: Well, that’s kind of what we’re being paid for Zach.

Zach Davis: You might be. I’m paid to make you seem interesting.

Freddy Whoa: Little bit harsh there Zach, not gonna lie. I’m a little hurt.

On her feet, Sin paces the ring with Turner still down on his back. She then turns to the corner and rushes to it, climbing to the top. As soon as she stands and turns around to face the inside of the ring, a disappointed look comes across her face as she spots Turner slowly climbing to his feet, a little miffed that she continues to evade his line of sight. Waiting patiently, she watches until he finally stands starry-eyed in position and then leaps from the top and goes straight for his head with a missile dropkick.

Freddy Whoa: Sister Sn taking a page from her opponent’s handbook here and going high risk

Zach Davis: You know what they say though Freddy. This is a decision that could either make or break her chances in this match.

Summoning all of his agility Turner is able to get out of the way, avoiding the drop kick and pushing her down to the mat, with force. Sin rolls around the mat in pain, holding her lower back after the hard fall. Grabbing her by the head, Turner then pulls her up and steps in beside her before dropping her back down with a Northern Lights Suplex.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Turner’s found a way to get his head above the water

Zach Davis: It’s about time. Since the opening bell he’s been eating offence like Oreos.

Turner first rolls through, and then pops back up. Pulling Sister Sin up as well before locking in a double underhook. He then lifts her up from the mat and slams her down with a butterfly suplex. He rolls across the ring before pushing himself onto the top turnbuckle then looking down at Sin who is getting up as well. Zooming into his face, a slight smile is seen as he motions to the crowd for some sort of flipping attack.

Freddy Whoa: What’s Turner looking for here?

Zach Davis: Who knows Freddy. We know he’s right at home on the top rope. Let’s just hope he has better luck than his opponent.

Turner leaps in quickly before she can fully stand, hitting her over the top of the back with a somewhat phenomenal forearm smash. Locking onto her head as she tries to get up, he then wraps his arm around it and grabs the back of her pants. Lifting Sin into the air vertically, Turner goes for a suplex but before he begins to even drop her to the mat, she slides out of his grip and lands to her feet behind him.

Zach Davis: There’s something insatiable about a chick who doesn’t know when to stay down.

Freddy Whoa: Really? Imagine the domestic arguments Fred. Ain’t nobody got time for that shit.

Sin hits him hard in the back of the head with a forearm of her own and then grabs ahold of his shoulders, spinning him around. After a kick to the stomach, Sin then latches onto his wrist and whips him to the far corner. After watching him crash against the corner, Whisper stomps the floor; awaiting the ricochet which will bring Turner back to her as she sets up for a superkick.

Freddy Whoa: The good Sister signalling for Sinful Pleasures; her primary match-ender.

Zach Davis: No, WAIT!

Before Sin can close in, Turner rolls out of the way, leaving nothing but air for her to connect with. Sin then stumbles forward from the corner, off balance as Turner quickly gets back to his feet. Seeing an opportunity, he stalks her as she stumbles forwards, stunned. Knowing this is his moment, he jumps and spins around in the air; landing a 540 degree corkscrew kick to Sister Sin’s jaw.

Freddy Whoa: Blackout! This one’s over. Someone call this chick a cab, or an ambulance.

Zach Davis: Where’s Kyle Kemp when you need him? It’s Back to the Minors for this bish

Turner then rolls Sin over to her back and makes the cover as the official slides in for the count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

The bell sounds and Turner slumps out of the pinning predicament as his music fills the arena; feeding the hungry fans. He clambers up to his feet and has his arm raised as his wife applauds from ringside and his kids watch on from home as daddy wins his first match back in the big leagues.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by pinfall, The Freeeeeeeeeeak - Justin Turner !!!

Vinnie Jones Segment

Vinnie Jones can be seen standing backstage talking to himself in the mirror.

EV: Okay Vinnie, you fucked up because you showed compassion to Ethan King last week. But no more, no more!! I’m taking over and I am not allowing you to take center stage!!!

Vinnie spots the camera looking at him from behind and turns around.

EV: Ethan!! I’ll sure will cross paths with you again!!! But this time I have something in store with someone of my past that apparently keeps creeping in and gets opportunities that I am not getting!! Well, after tonight people will understand that I will not tolerate hand outs to others that I should deserve… you just have to wait and see what I am talking about

With that Vinnie walks off as the camera turns around and follows him until the shot fades.

Corey Black Segment

The lights go out.

Zach Davis: Uh oh. This isn't good.

“Spit Out the Bone” by Metallica hits with purple lights, and out walks Corey Black to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He basically shrugs it off and walks down to the ring. He’s in casual clothing, black hoodie, camo pants, not dressed to wrestle on this day.

Freddy Whoa: Here’s a guy with a lot to address, Zach.

Zach Davis: A shocking return at Rise Up, a Retirement Tour, and a man that seems to be out for his blood. Not a good time to be Mr. Black.

The King of All Wrestlers rolls into the ring, swiping a microphone from the ring announcer inside.

Corey Black: Ghosts of WCF past, they all seem to haunt me. Which is perfectly fine, I created these ghosts. I put these men in the ground and now their broken spirits walk among the living.

The crowd begins chanting for Jonny Fly, Corey hushes them with his hands.

Corey Black: See, Jonny Fly sees his history here in WCF through rose tinted glasses. He minces words and creates sentences full of lies straight through his fucking teeth. Jonny is absolutely in the upper echelon of this company, I will never take that way from him. He’s done things men can only dream about, and it was all so effortless. His skill is astounding. He can sit there and call me an accessory all he wants, but the fact remains – while I was here to simply help this man become what he is now, he saw me as a puppy dog he could keep in his purse. This entire company has put me on blast saying I used Jonny Fly to stay in the spotlight. Now the words finally come out, Jonny Fly used me. I thought I was helping Pantheon, the men I called friends – brothers. Jonny, Steve, Jeff, and Jay. Every last one of them turned to me and said they didn’t need me anymore in one way or another. So I hunted them. I picked my spot, I made damn sure they knew who The Pantheon really was.

A small smattering of cheers, and almost no boos.

Corey Black: But at the end of the day … Jonny Fly didn’t retire as he so claims.

A snarl forms on Corey’s face.

Corey Black: Jonny Fly didn’t retire at all.

The energy picks up, Corey shouts to the heavens!

Corey Black: COREY BLACK RETIRED JONNY FLY.

There’s the boos that was expected in this promo, the crowd firmly behind their hero Jonny Fly.

Corey Black: I took all of this away from him, the same way I created him. I’m the Doctor, I plunged my golden sword into the Monster and I sent him to obscurity for over a year. Now he’s back, groveling at my feet, asking for ME to put HIM back in the spotlight. Jonny Fly needs ME to be relevant.

Boos and boos, but some cheering. This crowd can't decide what to do.

Corey Black: Welcome back to my show, bitch. I’ll see you at War – and I’ll see you in a –

The lights drop again.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa..?

Commotion is heard within the ring, flashbulbs going off illuminate a figure towering over Corey Black with its hand around Corey’s throat! The Shape lifts Corey high into the air and throws him back down at the mat in a massive chokeslam!

Zach Davis: That’s Scarecrow! He’s here to put Corey Black in his grave!

Flashbulbs from cell phones stop for just a second, and the lights come back on, Scarecrow gone from the ring. Corey Black lays there with a Dictaphone on his chest. Unsure of what exactly just happened, Corey rolls over to grab the microphone from the mat and accidentally presses play on the machine resting upon him. From the speaker, a deep grunting laugh is heard. Slow, haunting. Corey’s face nearly turns white. The Dictaphone clicks off, and a faint gong rings out. Then a second, louder. Corey begins scrambling for the ropes. He stands as the sound gets louder and louder each time it happens, until it’s near Earth shattering!

Freddy Whoa: Man you weren’t kidding Zach, it is NOT a fun time to be this Hall of Famer!

As suddenly as it all began, it ends. Silence. Not even the crowd is making a peep. Corey drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, half angry, half terrified, all confused. We go to a commercial.

Adrian Archer vs Psychopomp

The lights go out and the introductory synthetic sounds of Europe's Final Countdown are accompanied by flashing lasers and strobes.

Freddy Whoa: Next match, next talking point. Adrian Archer, Zach. Former Zero Tolerance failure and recently rejuvenated upstart tonight looking to exact a small measure of revenge on the Brotherhood after his exercise in futility last weekend where he failed to take the People’s Championship from Kevin Bishop.

Zach Davis: Always the pessimist Freddy, you miss so much when you look over things. Archer had a strong showing at Rise Up. Winning back some of the credit he’s lost lately by holding his own in a match that could have went either way.

The epic synthesizer we all know so well kicks in as a spotlight illuminates Alan Wayne with a mic in the center of the stage.

Alan Wayne: Ladies and gentlemen, direct your eyes and ears to me. For I am here to introduce a man among boys. The personification of perfection.Ladies and gentlemen… Behold!

Alan Wayne holds the mic out and the crowd yells “THE BASTARD!” just as the driving bass line of the song and house lights hit. When the words start, Adrian Archer cavalierly steps from the curtain in his Magnificent robe, arms outstretched, eyes closed.

Freddy Whoa: Wayne; the radio host. Accompanying his boy to the ring tonight; as has become customary lately.

Zach Davis: Let’s just hope he stays out of this one, Freddy.

He opens them, smirks, and walks with an air of elegance to the ring..he steps onto the stairs, wipes his feet on the outside apron, and enters the ring..

Freddy Whoa: Such a confident young man is Adrian. I think we’re yet to see the best out of this guy yet.

Zach Davis: Who knows, maybe tonight’s the night he turns some heads.

Pyro shoots from all ring posts as Archer opens his arms wide to the cheering masses. Alan Wayne helps him with his robe as the music fades and Kyle Steel covers the introduction.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time-limit. Introducing first to my left, already in the ring. He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-two pounds and comes to us from the City of Angels. The Magnificent Bastard… Adriannnnn Archerrrrrrr!!

The lights goes out and Bleed Well of H.I.M starts playing from the speakers.

Freddy Whoa: Psychopomp coming out here now, likely with a Kevin Bishop’s guide to victory speech still ringing in his ears.

Zach Davis: I wouldn’t write off Pomp’s chances of doing this one on his own. We’ve seen a lot from this young man; but so far he’s not exactly brought what we would call fire since stepping out of the indies and into the big-boy’s ring.

Beams of lights of different color starts going off to the rhythm of the guitar and Psychopomp jumps in the middle of the entrance ramp.

Freddy Whoa: The crowd seem to like him though Zach. Either that or Seth fucked up the card details again and we’re actually in the Great White North.

Zach Davis: I wouldn’t totally count it out Freddy. We used the same airline to get here, and it is pretty cold.

The lights turn back on and he walks towards the ring and his match with Archer as Kyle Steel introduces him to the fans…

Kyle Steel: Introducing now, his opponent; from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-three pounds. He represents the Brotherhood… PSYCHO-POMMMMMP!!

*Ding Ding Ding*

The bell sounds and immediately Archer shoots forwards, dragging Pomp down to the canvas with a single-leg. He celebrates too soon though; sharing a smile with his manager at ringside as his opponent maneuvers and sweeps him to the mat with a drop-toe hold. Archer hits the floor face-first and bounces back to his feet at the same time as Pomp; both men regaining verticality just in time to exchange an armdrag with their counterpart; Archer’s looking the more effective of the two.

Freddy Whoa: Standard feeling-out process at the start of what promises to be an energetic match-up between two stars who could be on the rise.

Zach Davis: That’s right Freddy, I wouldn’t be surprised if we see Archer try to slow this match down a little, like we’re seeing with this rest-hold.

Archer slips back to his feet with cat-like agility, applying a side headlock before Pomp can catch his breath. The referee becomes distracted momentarily by Alan Wayne stepping onto the apron; much to Adrian’s advantage who uses this to his advantage by keeping the headlock applied and jabbing a few closed-fisted rabbit punches right into the bridge of his opponent’s nose. The crowd boos Archer, and he thanks them for it before his manager steps back down from the lip of the ring and applauds his client’s go-behind as Acher wrenches a hammerlock before delivering a high-angle belly to back suplex.

Freddy Whoa: Archer’s looking to make a statement tonight with this kind of assault.

Zach Davis: Beautiful back suplex there from the Magnificent Bastard, who now looks for an early pinfall.

1

2

Archer is thrusted from his pinning position by Pomp who gets his shoulder up before the three-count. Lifting Pomp back up to his feet, Archer leaves his abdomen exposed. Something which the Brotherhood’s Cookie Monster takes advantage of by driving a knee into his opponent’s gut. Breathless, Archer takes a few steps back for composure but winds up being the recipient of a running clothesline; his back hitting the canvas hard but his own adrenaline shooting him back up to a standing position - only to be knocked down again by an identical lariat. When Archer gets back up for the third time though and attempts to duck what he assumes will be the final blow in a trifecta of clothesline, Pomp telegraphs the counter; instead surprising his opponent with a spinning neckbreaker.

Zach Davis: Archer showing his youth there, allowing Pomp to telegraph that move.

Freddy Whoa: The fans are firmly behind the brotherhood in this one Zach. Every move Archer makes is being met with a boo or a jeer of some sort.

The two men roll away from one another to create some distance, each eyeing the other as they get to their feet. Pomp races at Archer but the Magnificent Bastard reverses into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Shouting something obscene and gesturing rudely at his opponent as he slumps from an out-stretched knee and onto the mat. Archer drops a hard elbow right into Pomp's chest. Giving his opponent no time to recover, AAA quickly follows by leaping into the air and landing right on Pomp's chest with a double foot stomp!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Archer is trying to make an impression tonight. Maybe having someone like Wayne in his ear has been all he’s needed this whole time.

Zach Davis: With as deep as the talent pool is here in WCF, you have to make yourself stand out. If Archer keeps up this level of commitment - he’ll get there sooner or later.

Freddy Whoa: I didn’t know you were an Archer fan, Zach.

Zach Davis: Really? I tweet about it all the time. That show’s hilarious shit man. Do you even read my newsfeed?

Freddy Whoa: No.

Pomp holds his chest as he writhes in pain on the mat, kicking his foot into the canvas several times to channel his agony into anger and ultimately momentum. He pops to his feet with authority and immediately locks Archer, who had been busy pandering to his seven fans in attendance into a precarious position before planting him with an emerald fusion. Pomp sits for a moment panting then quickly tangles Archer up on the mat, going for an STF, but Archer gets his hands on the ropes before Pomp can lock it in. His hands still clutched on the ropes, Archer drives his boot up into Psychopomp’s stomach from a defensive position as the referee breaks the submission attempt.

Freddy Whoa: School in summer from Archer there. Absolutely no class.

Zach Davis: Taking every shortcut imaginable, Archer will do anything he can to pick up a win tonight and get back on track.

Still grounded, Pomp grabs a handful of Archer’s dyed blonde hair and yanks himself up to his feet, the referee allowing it based on Archer’s underhanded tactics moment ago when the rope break was dishonored. He throws his arms around Archer and flips him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex that shakes the ring. Pomp spares no time for theatrics, closing in on his opponent once more but as he aproaches, Archer slams him on the mat with a double leg take-down, laying into him with a series of wild mounted punches and forearms to the face.

Freddy Whoa: Again, vicious mounted offense by Archer Archer tonight. He means business in this match Zach and I don’t know if Pomp’s going to be able to weather this storm

Zach Davis: Don’t count him out Freddy. Psychopomp might not be a name that strike fear into the hearts of men but he’s no rest-week either. It’s going to take more than this to put him away, and Archer knows it.

After one last hard strike, Archer gets up to his feet and backs across the ring; all the way to the ropes. He confides in Alan Wayne for a moment, seeking out a strategy on how best to proceed. Running from the opposite side of the ring now, a plan in place; Archer throws the extra momentum behind a knee drop that lands accurately, his body-weight driven like a lawn dart into Pomp’s skull. He floats in for the cover and hooks the leg, the official moving in for the count.

Zach Davis: Another pinfall attempt from Archer here. He’s not wasting any time in trying to put his opponent away tonight.

Freddy Whoa: Nor should he be. They’re not being paid by the hour Zach. It’s pretty common practice to try and get the match over with in quick fashion.

Zach Davis: I hate you sometimes Freddy.

One..

Two..

KICKOUT!!!

Freddy Whoa: Not quite enough from Archer to get the job done just yet. I hate you all the time though Zach; since we’re sharing.

Zach Davis: I told you. Pomp might be a silly name, but he’s far from laughable between those bells.

Pomp gets the shoulder up after just two and climbs to his feet as Archer pounds the mat in frustration, but gets to his feet as well. As Archer runs in, looking for a clothesline however, Psychopomp unleashes a spinning heel kick that takes him down. Archer is back on his feet in a matter of seconds, his eyes burning a hole through Pomp’s retinas. Pomp catches a second incoming clothesline before it can connect, pulls back and unloads a furious European uppercut into Archer's face.

Freddy Whoa: The tables are turning now. We’re seeing Psychpomp start to take the upperhand.

Zach Davis: We’ve seen Archer’s drive tonight already, now it’s time to see if his endurance has what it takes to get the job done.

As Archer staggers back Pomp hooks an arm around his opponent's throat; looking for another spinning neckbreaker, that serves him well once more. With Archer laid out on the mat, Pomp hits him with a standing leg drop, spinning one-hundred and eighty degrees as a precursor to his finisher. His leg connects across Archer’s throat and he quickly hooks the leg for another pin attempt.

One..

Two..

Thre-No!!!

Freddy Whoa: Close! But Archer just managing to power out of that pin.

Zach Davis: If Psychopomp can keep his cool and keep up what he's been doing though, he could very well walk out of this one victorious.

Archer gets his shoulder up before the three. Pomp pounds the mat once more, fighting back the urge to argue with the ref. While he is battling with himself though, Pomp allows Archer too long to recover and winds up paying dearly for his preoccupation. While Pomp is distracted with his own shortcomings, Archer hooks him up and launches him with a half-nelson suplex. With Pomp folded like an accordion, Archer moves forward and closes the distance between himself and his opponent once more. He grabs both of Pomp's legs, twisting them up and locking a sharpshooter which he leans back on, occasionally grabbing the ropes for extra torque as Pomp growls in pain, distracting the official.

Freddy Whoa: Archer’s got that sharpshooter locked in pretty tight in the center of the ring. Is Pomp going to be able to get to the ropes?

Zach Davis: I don’t know Freddy; as you can see, Archer’s not exactly playing fair - he’s using the ropes for extra pressure every time the referee looks away. If there’s a reprieve in this match for Psychopomp, I certainly don’t see it.

Psychopomp stretches both of his arms out, fingers coming up short of the ropes as he claws his way ever-closer. Digging deep, he pulls himself forward, so that he now lies mere inches from release. Noticing this though, Archer drags him forward, back toward the middle of the ring and applies even more pressure, now leaning back so that Pomp’s lower-lumbar now holds the brunt of both men’s weight. Pomp's screams of agony fill the arena as he tries again to get to the ropes, somehow managing to get his fingers around them this time, much to Archer’s chagrin. The official calls for the break, but once again the Magnificent Bastard holds on for a few extra seconds, getting his money’s worth out of every passing instance.

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know how he forced his way out of that one Zach. I thought for sure it was over.

Zach Davis: It all just comes down to Psychopomp’s resolve now in this match, and I don’t think he’s got a lot of change left in the meter if you catch my drift.

Pomp holds his back as he gets to his feet, clutching at the savaged base of his spine but as soon as he lays eyes on Archer he races across the ring, knowing that his opponent will show him no mercy. He exhales loudly with a grunt before blasting Archer in the face with a running dropkick. Wasting no time, he then drives Archerinto the mat with a Russian leg sweep, much to the dismay of Alan Wayne who makes his presence heard at ringside by slapping on the apron; willing his client to get up. As Archer gets back to his feet Pomp closes in for a forearm smash but Archer ducks under his arm and attempts to steal one with a handful of tights firmly in his hand as the roll-up gets the ref’s attention.

One..

Two..

Kickout!

Both men are back on their feet at the same time, Pomp having used the forwards momentum from the school-boy to sail out of the pin and pull up his tights. Pomp is first to act. He grabs Archer and heaves him up in an impressive show of strength before slamming him into the canvas with a stalling vertical suplex that leaves Archer clutching his own spine in pain. The Brotherhood member starts to go for another pin but Archer kicks out before the referee can even move in.

Freddy Whoa: Pomp’s going to have to hit him with a little more than a vertical suplex to get the win tonight; Archer looks hell-bent on coming out of this one shining.

Zach Davis: Both men are really giving this one their all. Whoever win this has definitely got to be looking to a future match with Sebastian Knight; who I’m sure is paying close attention to the monitor backstage before preparing to defend his Television Championship later on in the show.

As both men get to their feet the former Trios champion hooks his arms beneath Pomp's from behind for a tiger suplex that once more folds Pomp up like a travel-cot, bridging for the pin. The official is there in a flash for the count.

One..

Two..

Thr—KICKOUT!!!

Freddy Woah: Another near-fall by Archer, but Psychopomp manages to keep his head above the water once again.

Zach Davis: We’re seeing a tremendous amount of endurance being displayed by the young Canadian tonight but so far, this math has been mostly Adrian Archer.

Psychopomp gets the shoulder up for what seems like the millionth time, but doesn't begin moving right away on this occasion. Archer leaves him there on the mat, slowly trying to find the energy for something other than defending himself. Heading for the corner and hopping up onto the top rope, Archer smiles out at Alan Wayne who points up at his client with pride, telling him to finish it. Pomp struggles to his feet slowly, and Archer bides his time atop the turnbuckle before launching himself from the top-rope as Pomp finally stands. Diving with a missile dropkick, Archer is still cocky mid-flight; right up until the point his opponent side-steps the collision and causes AAA to connect with nothing but ring-mat.

Freddy Whoa: This could be Psychopomp’s last chance to get himself into this match as we approach the ten minute mark here in Indiana.

Zach Davis: Cheap pops don’t work on a headset Freddy; learn a thing.

Pomp forcefully drags himself up to his feet with determination and exhaustion in equal measure as Archer stands again as well, looking a little less fatigues than his opponent. Archer acts first, starting to lay into him with several right hands, but Pomp powers back with a barrage of his own punches. Eventually, Psychopomp gets the advantage. Stunning Archer just long enough to lock-in and then execute a double underhook DDT Both men lay on the mat now, the referee watching with baited interested, beginning the count as neither man moves a muscle.

Freddy Whoa: Ouch! You know that had to hurt.

Zach Davis: No doubt there Freddy. But Pomp’s just too worn down to take advantage. I don’t see either man making the ten-count.

One! … Two! … Three!

Pomp is the first to start moving, dragging both arms across the mat and trying to get them beneath himself while Archer remains still but for a nursing hold where the back of his head was driven into the mat with the DDT.

Four! … Five! … Six! …

Pomp pushes up onto his knees, running a hand over his face in exhaustion as Archer rolls onto his stomach and begins to follow suit; a few seconds behind but a little less fatigued by the match thus far.

Seven!…

Pomp gets to his feet first and throws himself forward towards Archer. Seemingly out of nowhere though. Just as Archer springs to his feet, the intended clothesline misses wildly; AAA having stepped aside and hooked his opponent for a Russian leg, falling forwards instead of back to execute his primary finisher.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! How did Archer have the ring-awareness to turn that to his advantage? He could barely get to his feet moments ago.

Zach Davis: It's instinct Freddy, and after that inverted Russian leg-sweep. It's going to be enough to call this match concluded.

Archer falls to his knees and throws his arm across Pomp's chest, not even able to hook the leg. The referee swoops in for the count and subsequently brings the match to an end.

One..

Two..

Three!!!

Freddy Whoa: ADRIAN ARCHER WINS IT!

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Adrian Archer's war on the Brotherhood continues. He still hasn't gotten his one on one match with Kevin Bishop, but you know he's coming for him!

Archer rolls out of the ring and begins heading to the back.

Attack!

After the match is over we can see Adrian Archer get to the back as suddenly he is being ambushed from behind by someone.

Zach Davis: What the???

Freddy Whoa: Who is this guy???

The camera shot looks up from Adrian Archer and we see Vinnie Jones, he grabs Archer by the head and bashes him into the concrete wall and grabs him by the head and pushes his face into the concrete wall with lots of force. Archer tries to struggle against him, but Vinnie is too sgrong as he starts to talk to him.

EV: You thought you could get away with everything huh??

Adrian Archer: What are you talking about??

EV: Oh you know exactly what I am talking about!!!

Vinnie pulls him away from the wall and kicks him in the midsection before delivering a blast across the back as he grabs him by the head from behind as he sits on his back.

EV: I beat you and you get an opportunity to fight for a title?? And then you actually compete for it after you lose?? What the hell son?? You didn’t deserve any title shots!! I do!!!

Archer tries to push Vinnie off of him as Vinnie kicks him in the ribs after getting up.

EV: I hope you enjoyed your little run Adrian, because from now on. I will be on your case, I will make sure that everything that is positive will turn into negative by yours truly. Enjoy while it lasts, because in the end… Vinnie of Zero Tolerance will break you!!!

With that he drops the face of Adrian Archer before walking off.

Vic Vegas vs Rumpke

Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

"Flashing Lights" comes on over the PA, but Vic Vegas is nowhere to be found.

Zach Davis: Soooo is Vic not coming out for this one?

Freddy Whoa: Maybe he's scared?

Zach Davis: Actually I'm getting word that there's a camera back in the locker room. Let's cut to that.

The camera comes into the locker room where Vic Vegas is sipping on a glass of champagne with the Pit Boss.

Vic Vegas: Cheers Pit! It feels good to win without even having to show up to the ring.

Pit Boss: ...

Vic Vegas: Thanks Pit! Yes, I owe a lot to Tom Frost for the assist.

WCF Referee barges in to the locker room.

WCF Referee: Hey! What the hell are you doing back here? Get your ass out there! You've got a match with Rumpke, right now!

Vic Vegas: Slow your role simpleton... did you not see the fight last week? Rumpke went out on a stretcher...

WCF Referee: What's your point? Did you not see... he's alive and well and ready to kick your ass if you don't hurry it up. You've got one minute!

Vic Vegas: What?! He's alive?! Crap... ummm uh, give me two minutes at least!

A flustered Vic Vegas throws the half empty bottle of champagne against the wall and starts pacing back and forth as the Pit Boss rubs his shoulder to calm him down.

Zach Davis: Well, uh, Rumpke is gonna enter this match first I guess, hopefully that gives Vic Vegas enough time.

“Last call for Alcohol” by Hardcore Superstar hits the P.A. System. Moments later, Rumpke emerges from behind the curtain drinking a bottle of Kentucky Cornshine and a second bottle in his other hand.

Kyle Steel: From Odon, Indiana… Weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds… he is RUMPKKKKE!!!

Rumpke continues to walk down to the ring and kills the one bottle before he reaches the steps. Rumpke stands at the bottom of the steps. He looks down momentarily and then looks up at some nearby fans before the second bottle is opened. Rumpke raises the bottle up briefly before he goes into a long chug. Before we know it the second bottle is gone and Rumpke is walking up the steps as he glares at the referee. From there, Rumpke climbs into the ring and waits for his opponent.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent…

"Flashing Lights" by Kanye West hits as flash bulbs go off all over the arena. Vic "The House" Vegas struts out slowly, closely followed by The Pit Boss. Vic rubs his chin as he slyly smiles at the crowd. The Pit Boss rubs his hands together with a scowl, ready to pounce as needed. Vic jaws at a few fans that are taunting him on his way to the ring.

Kyle Steel: From Las Vegas, Navada… weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds… he is VIC VEGASSSSSSS!!!

As Vic approaches the ring apron, he waits for The Pit Boss to clear the ring so Vic can have center stage. Once The Pit Boss signals for the all clear, Vic rolls in and stands in the middle of the ring with his arms up in the air, eyes closed, soaking in the music and spotlight. The Pit Boss gives him a pat on the back and slowly exits. Vic walks over to his corner and spends an obnoxious amount of time removing his suit jacket, cufflinks, perfectly pressed shirt and pants. He folds them neatly and hands them over to the Pit Boss, before cracking his neck and softly bouncing in the corner to prepare for the match.

DING… DING… DING!!!

Zach Davis: And this thing is under way!

Vic Vegas watches Pit Boss as he steps away from the ring, but as he's distracted Rumpke climbs back into the ring, runs up to his opponent and shoulder tackles him into the corner of the ring. Rumpke turns Vic around and begins unleashing hard left and rights into his upper body as Vic does all he can try and defend and block the oncoming assault.

Freddy Whoa: Rumpke already the aggressor here, Vic Vegas could not have expected this…

Vic finally makes to reverse one of Rumpkes uppercuts and sends one of his own into his opponents jaw, causing him to stumble back quite a bit. Vic quickly follows Rumpke and hits him with a belly to belly suplex, sending the large brawling crashing into the canvas.

Zach Davis: Vic is going for the cover… could this be over so soon?

ONE…

TWO…

Freddy Whoa: No, just a two count. You really can't blame Vic for wanting to get this thing over and done with as soon as he can… Rumpke has proven to be quite the dominant brawler thus far…

Zach Davis: Absolutely. I wouldn't like to get into the ring with either one of these men.

Vic picks Rumpke up off the canvas, as the big man wobbles a bit on his legs as Vic runs over to the ropes, rebounds off of them and hits the brawler with a STRONG running clothesline! He rebounds off the ropes again and hits him with a legdrop…

Freddy Whoa: Vic is going for the pin again…

ONE…

Zach Davis: No, just a one count! Vic looks to be getting quite frustrated here…

Vic calls for the Royal Flush as he picks Rumpke up off the floor again, he hooks his arms under his opponents…

Freddy Whoa: No! Rumpke reverses the move… HANGOVER!!! Rumpke just hit Vic Vegas with the Hangover!!! He's beating the tar out of Vic Vegas! The man is too out of it to cover up…

Zach Davis: The referee needs to stop this… Vic is going to get hurt…

The referee steps in to check on Vic Vegas as Rumpke continues to pummel him. The referee pushes Rumpke away from Vic so he can check on the wrestler but Rumpke immediately steps back in to finish what he had started. Rumpke continues to fire shots straight into Vics face as the referee finally manages to once again push Rumpke away again.

Freddy Whoa: The referee is checking on Vic Vegas… he looks completely out of it…

Vic Vegas doesn't respond quickly enough to the referees questioning to see if he was okay as the referee puts up the X signally that this thing is over.

Zach Davis: The referee just called for the bell! This thing is over! Rumpke just beat Vic Vegas via knock out! Whoa!

Freddy Whoa: Unbelievable. Rumpke is just… whoa.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner… by knock out… RUMPKE!!!

Rumpke lifts his arms into the air celebrating his victory as he referee continues to check on Vic Vegas, who is slowly coming to.

Menaki vs Stalker

The next match is for one fall and making his way to the ring weighing at 300 lbs, hailing from San Francisco, CA, Menaki..

Not Gonna Die-Skillet starts playing as Menaki walks out 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.

Undertaker’s theme plays on the PA.

And his opponent weighing at 298 lbs, Stalker..

Stalker walks out and slowly makes his way to the ring. He enters and takes off his hat and rolls his eyes as light comes back.

Ding Ding Ding

Menaki and Stalker comes face to face for a staredown.

Zach Davis: Look at these two behemoths staring at each other.

Freddy Whoa: Two big men measuring each other up. And Stalker takes the first shot..

Stalker continues to pummel at Menaki pushing him to a corner. He walks back a bit and runs in for an avalanche but Menaki moves.

Zach Davis: Menaki moves fast for a big man.

Menaki hits a big right hand. He scoops up Stalker and slams him down. But Stalker rises up and goes to a corner. Menaki runs and goes for a jumping body splash but this time Stalker moves. He immediately drops Menaki with a clothesline. Stalker picks up Menaki and hits another clothesline. Stalker looks at the crowd and does a cut throat gesture.

Freddy Whoa: Stalker is stalking his opponent.

Zach Davis: he is going for the kill.

Menaki stands up and Stalker picks him up for the tombstone but Menaki slides out and hits a big boot dropping Stalker. He runs to the rope and hits a leg Drop and goes for a cover.

One

Two

Thr….

Kick out

Zach Davis: That was close.

Freddy Whoa: Menaki feels it. He is closing in on Stalker.

Menaki is going for the Cobra Clutch..

Freddy Whoa: Iron Gate is getting locked..

But Stalker reverses it into a DDT. Both men are down as referee goes for the count.

One..two..three..four..five..

Stalker stirs and starts rising using the ropes..

Six..seven..eight..

Menaki is also up and both men meets in the middle of the ring and starts exchanging blows before one sends Stalker reeling to the ropes and he bounces back into Meaki who hits the sidewalk slam. Menaki goes to hit the powerbomb but Stalker blocks.

Freddy Whoa: Stalker is too big to hit the powerbomb.

But before Stalker can take advantage Menaki locks in the iron gate…

Zach Davis: second time is the charm.

Freddy Whoa: Will Stalker tap out? Will he tap out..

Stalker tries to wiggle out but Menaki tightens the hold. Stalker starts to faint as the referee raises his hand and it falls..

One..

Referee rises his hand againa and gain it falls….

Two…

Freddy Whoa: Stalker has gassed out I guess..

Three…

Zach Davis: Menaki secures a victory..

Ding Ding Ding..

Kyle Steel: And Winner of this match by submission Menaki..

Not Gonna Die-Skillet plays as referee raises his hand

Dag Riddik/Katherine Phoenix Segment

The cameras cut backstage as we see the self proclaimed “Worlds Greatest Internet Champion in WCF History” walking through the backstage corridor in somewhat of a hurry. Katherine looks at a new WCF employees in absolute disgust before finally reaching her locker room, which has a gold star on the door reading “Internet Champion, Katherine Phoenix”. Katherine pulls down the door handle and steps into the room…

Voice: Hello Katherine.

Kat is somewhat startled and turns around to see who’s in her locker room. As soon as she starts to do so, Dag Riddik grabs her shoulder, spins her all the way around, and thrusts the tip of a large sword right against her neck with his other hand.

Dag Riddik: I’m glad you could join me today.

Although startled, Katherine clearly doesn't recognise the danger she is in as she forces a smile onto her face trying to avoid looking at the steel blade which was pressed against her neck.

Katherine Phoenix: Ummmm… Daggy… hi… you know if you wanted to spend some good quality time with me you didn't …

Dag cuts Katherine off, pressing his blade even harder against her windpipe.

Dag Riddik: Oh I know. I know exactly what you want. You want me. At Timebomb, you get me. I am coming for you to take that belt from you then leave you behind. You get what you want, and I get what I want. So there’s no reason to bring anyone else into this.

Dag steps a little closer to Katherine.

Dag Riddik: I’m warning you right now.

Dag thrusts himself right against Katherine’s chest with the sword putting a bit more pressure against her veins.

Dag Riddik: Leave Isabella out of this, or I’ll take you out of it.

Katherine looks at Dag, clearly confused.

Katherine Phoenix: Who? Ohhhhhhh you mean that cute little redhead? Come on, Daggy, you know she'd love this! How could she not? I...

Dag Riddik: I’m serious Katherine. You will stop stalking her and stay out of her life. She is a good woman who doesn’t need brought back into my life or to be held accountable for my actions. We haven’t seen each other for a long time. We went our separate ways years ago, and I refuse to let you fuck with her for no reason. What reason do you have to go after her?

Pressed against the wall, Katherine begins to laugh hard at Dag, still trying her hardest to ignore the weapon she currently has digging into her flesh.

Katherine Phoenix: Hahahahahahaha, Daggy! Don't you understand?! I'm doing this FOR you! You should be thanking me! You will be thanking me… when I kill her. I saw your tweets, I know you knew what I was doing, I know you want me to. And I will, I will because I love you.

Dag Riddik: Jealousy! You can’t handle the idea that I don’t love you back, just like everyone you’ve ever loved. I can promise you this, Kat, Isabella is not the obstacle between our life together. Even without her, I would never love a psychopath like you. What is there to love? There is Katherine Phoenix, only a shattered array of personalities which hopelessly vie for attention all at once. I couldn’t love you if I tried. Killing Isabella would not bring me closer to you, so I’m going to warn you one last time: back off.

By this Katherine grows quite visibly angered. She pushes herself harder against the blade, the steel cutting into her flesh and causing her to bleed quite a bit. She practically growls into Dags face.

Katherine Phoenix: YOU WILL LOVE ME!!! YOU WILL LOVE ME BECAUSE I SAID YOU WILL!!! I WILL GET WHAT I WANT!!! I'M KATHERINE PHOENIX!!! I ALWAYS GET WHAT I WANT!!! I WILL FUCKING MURDER EVERY WOMAN IN THE WORLD UNTIL IM THE ONLY ONE LEFT!!! YOU WILL LOVE ME!!!

Dag is very frustrated that Kat is doing her typical routine and ignoring the pain she is in from the small puncture wound in her neck. He scoffs and decides to dig in where the damage can be dealt more efficiently. A massive smirk takes over his face as he gets a really bad idea.

Dag Riddik: That still wouldn’t be enough. I’d love Logan before I loved you.

Katherine Phoenix: HA!!!! DIDNT YOU FUCKING HEAR, DAG?!!! LOGAN IS FUCKING DEAD!!! I KILLED HIM!!! I MURDERED THAT DISGUSTING PIECE OF TRASH JUST LIKE IM GOING TO FUCKING MURDER SWEET LITTLE IZZY!!!! I WILL DANCE IN HER FUCKING BLOOD!!! YOU'RE BOTH MINE!!! I WILL FUCK YOU ON TOP OF HER COLD DEAD CORPSE!!!! I…

Dag loses the mental advantage and flips Kat over with a powerful tackle, slamming her on the hard ground and punching her before regaining control of his sword and raising it high, then bringing it rushing down pointed right for her heart. Just before he plunges the blade into her chest, Kat manages to raise her hands into the air just in time stopping the blade in its track, slicing open both of her palms.

Katherine Phoenix: STOP!!! Stop it! You can't do this, Dag. You do this and you'll be no better than him… you'll be no better than Andre Holmes! This is what he'd do! He’d do this! And you aren't him!!! I love you! Andre is not you!!!

Dag isn’t quite satisfied with the begging, but he knows he can’t just stab her anyway and this is better than nothing. He firmly presses the sword longways across her neck this time and practically lies down to get his face right against hers as he gravely whispers his next words to her.

Dag Riddik: You can fantasize all you want, I don’t give a shit about that. But you will leave Isabella out of this. If I see you talking about or taking pictures of Isabella one more time, I won’t hesitate to slice your head clear off. This is your final warning. Leave WCF in WCF, or I’ll take you out of WCF and everything else entirely. Understood?

Katherine smirks as she looks over at Dag.

Katherine Phoenix: Okay, I promise that I won't talk about her or take pictures of her…

Dag Riddik: Just leave. Her. Alone. Good. You’re free to do whatever stupid bullshit you have planned for tonight.

Dag retracts the blade and shoves it in its sheathe. He keeps his eyes on her as he backs out of the room. He slams the door with her still on the ground, some blood trickling from her wounds.

Katherine Phoenix: I won't talk about her or take pictures of her… but I didn't say anything about recording her death. Hahahahaha what an idiot.

Katherine looks down at her wounds and tries to wipe the blood from her hands.

Katherine Phoenix: Ouch. Urghhhhh I don't believe he did that to the girl he loves, what a psycho!

Katherine finally pushes herself up off the floor as the scene cuts out.

Amber Lynn Segment

Zach Davis: Well, it seems we are having another event filling episode of Slam!!

"Another brick in the wall" by Pink Floyd begins to play.

Zach Davis: What the Hell?!

Freddy Whoa: We're not scheduled to introduce a new individual into Wrestling Championship Federation.

The song continues to play on, as Amber Lynn walks out, slowly down the entrance ramp.

Zach Davis: It' s "Babygirl" Amber Lynn!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!

"Babygirl is wearing a black WCF T-shirt, cut up, almost exposing her pink bra and enormous breasts and faded blue jeans, along with black boots.

Zach Davis: There are children behind her!!

Freddy Whoa: And they're wearing Halloween sheep masks!!

Children singing: WE DON'T NEED NO... EDUCATION!!

Amber Lynn keeps walking with her head down, but her arms out, at an angle. Palms up. " Babygirl" enters the ring as the children surrounds the ring, continuing to sing...

Children singing: WE DON'T NEED NO EDUCATION!!! WE DON'T NEED NO THOUGHT CONTROL!! ALL IN ALL YOU'RE JUST A BRICK IN THE WALL!!

Amber Lynn: HB!! You try to manipulate children!! You know who else manipulated children.... BETTER THAN YOU!!! Ironically someone I never met. Never knew!! Everything I know of him, its just of rumor and of film and archives. WCF has a wonderful film archive, especially of "The Monster" Oblivion! Yes!! Oblivion is my twin brother!!

The Bankers Life Fieldhouse goes completely crazy! The crowd plays along.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HO!Y SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Amber Lynn: And this "Hate-boy" wants to take my brother's olkd schtick and do what The Monster USED to do. So, in other words little man, its been done before by someone else. You're game is stale... ALREADY, like your ring skills!! Both you and Dark Angel are in the sights of "Babygirl"!! HB.... Dark Angel... Always remember... Resist if you must!! But, the temptations are too hard to resist!!

Amber Lynn drops the mic, the arena's lights go out, come back on after two seconds. Children are gone and Amber is positioned in the center of the ring, standing like an X.

HB/Dark Angel vs Udy/Fenris

Zach Davis: It's about time, we have our next match.

Freddy Whoa: What's next match?

Zach looks over his papers.

Freddy Whoa: YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME?! YOU CALL YOURSELF A PROFESSIONAL?!

Zach Davis: I... I... I...

Freddy Whoa: The match is HB and The Dark Angel verses Udy and Fenris!! Get it together, man!!

Zach Davis: We will see who is a more of a cohesive unit, of a tag team.

"Trip the Darkness" Lacuna Coil begins to play, the drums in song kicks in and the stage ignites in pyro. HB flies out of the entryway doing a super hero landing.

Kyle Steel: From Green Bay, Wisconsiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!!! Weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds... Here comes the free spirited rebel!! HB!!!

Crowd: HB!! HB!! HB!! HB!! HB!! HB!! HB!!

HB stops at the entrance stage.

"Judas" by Perfect Circle plays and The Bankers Life Fieldhouse begin to boo with thunder-like effect. Both gentlemen stare at one another.

Zach Davis: What an unusual pairing.

Freddy Whoa: Well, they're gonna need to get along if they're going to win.

Zach Davis: Indeed.

HB and Dark Angel walks down the entrance ramp, as the song continues. Once HB and Dark Angel reaches the ring.

Kyle Steel: This match is for one fall. Coming to the ring, from Parts Unknown... Weighing two hundred and pounds!! This is... Dark Aaaaaaanngeeeel!!!

HB goes one way as Dark Angel goes the other way. Both gentlemen slide into the ring, HB wearing goggles and a aviator cap. Once standing, he climbs a turnbuckle and does a flip. He tosses his aviator cap and goggles into the crowd. The Dark Angel 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 removal his trenchcoat and throwing it towards the first row intentionally, just barely hitting the guard railing instead, finally jumps down ready for his match.

Zach Davis: Both HB and Dark Angel are in the ring and ready for their opponents.

The Wolf Moon by Type O Negative. As Udy stands on entrance stage, he howls. Debris stands behind him. After a couple of seconds, they proceed down the entrance ramp.

Kyle Steel: Their opponents, with a combined weight of five hundred and forty one pounds. "The Demon Wolf" Udy and Fenris... ULRIC!!!

Fenris just follows Udy into the ring. Inside the ring, Udy kneels and howls.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!! That's interesting!

Fenris stands behind Udy.

[DING-DING!!]

Zach Davis: Aaaaaaand this match is underway!!

Freddy Whoa: Udy and HB starting off for their tag teams.

Udy and HB circle the ring...

Zach Davis: The competitors crash into each other!!

Freddy Whoa: They lock up in a collar and elbow tie up.

Both push and pull, trying to gain an advantage... Udy let's go proceeds to slap HB rapidly, but not before kicking him with lefts and rights, catching HB off-balanced.

Zach Davis: The slaps and kicks has HB on his heels.

HB roars, then pushes back.

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: DROPKICK!!

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Another dropkick!!

HB grabs Udy...

THWACK!!!

Zach Davis: Demon Wolf chopped HB in throat!!

Udy grabs HB...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: German Suplex!!

The impact of the suplex has HB bounce a couple of times. But, the momentum only caused HB get closer to Dark Angel.

Zach Davis: There's a tag!!

Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES DARK ANGEL!!

Dark Angel comes in.

Zach Davis: Both competitor's crash into each others. Dark Angel let's go...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

Freddy Whoa: ROUNDHEAD KICK TO THE FACE!!

Udy collapses. Dark Angel picks him up....

Zach Davis: UDY ROLLS DARK ANGEL UP!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEE!! NOOOOOO!!

KICKOUT!!!

WHAM!!!

Freddy Whoa: EXPLODER SUPLEX!!

TAG!!

Zach Davis: Udy just made the tag!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! HERE COMES FENRIS!!

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Fenris nails Dark Angel with an clothesline!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: A powerslam on HB!!

Fenris goes after Dark Angel throwing him into the ropes. Dark Angel boiunces off the ropes and gets nailed with a big boot. Fenris grabs Dark Angel, but the "Dark One" rakes his eyes and Dark Angel hits Fenris with an enziguri.

Zach Davis: Dark Angel makes the tag to HB...

HB Slingshots himself himself through the ropes and drops Fenris with a Spear!

Freddy Whoa: Fenris stumbles up...

MONGOOSE COMBO!

Zach Davis: Crosschop into Jawbreaker into Codebreaker! He hits the Mongoose!

HB pins Fenris!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: Despite their dislike of one another, HB and Dark Angel win it!

They celebrate separately as HB's music plays.

Crazy J Segment

The arena lights go dark and above the entrance area, a video starts to play. We see Crazy J he has shaved his head bald and his face paint is light and a smeared mess. He walks down the streets of Detroit and his hardcore title is gone… J stops and sits on a park bench its cold out and you see his breath. He pulls out a pill bottle and takes a couple of pills and he just sits on the bench looking out as cars drive past. A little kid and his mom walk past and J tries to say hello and the mother grabs her child and walks faster past him. Crazy J looks down and he just sits for a minute.

Crazy J: So the world wants to know how Crazy J feels about losing his Hardcore title to Andre Holmes… I feel nothing… everything Is dead… everyone is dead… I am dead… and I don’t care.

Crazy J takes another pill out of the bottle and he takes it as he walks back down the street the camera man follows him. J walks past a trash can and he reaches into his coat and he throws the Evil mask into the trash.

Crazy J: People around you tell you they care… but why didn’t they tell me I was Evil… Why didn’t they tell me I was Jay Wonderful…

Crazy J throws a match in the trash can and the flames shoot up as the video ends.

The arena light turns on and the fans have a shocked look on their face.

Freddy Whoa: What did we just see….

Zach Davis: I think Crazy J has hit rock bottom… Is this the end of Evil? What about Wonderful?

Freddy Whoa: Maybe Crazy J is gone as well…. This was not what we normally would have seen from Crazy J.

Jaymz/Erik Black vs Bishop/Priest

Kyle Steel: The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!! The first team currently already in the ring is the team of Bishop and Priest!!!!

The fans react to them with a mixed reaction as Kyle Steel turns his attention to the entrance way.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents!! Representing Zero Tolerance!!!! Jaymz and Erik Black!!!!

The arena lights dim, Hanz Zimmer’s The Kraken starts to play and Jaymz silhouette appears at the top of the ramp. As the music picks up, the lights come on and dark blue sparks shoot from both sides of the ramp and Jaymz followed by Erik Black casually makes their way to the ring as either men are showing no emotion.

Zach Davis: The ZT champion and the man that he beat for the title are now on one team against the men called Bishop and Priest. I….,

Jaymz and Black charge in on both Bishop and Priest before the bell has even rang, the giant Jaymz has got his hands wrapped around the throat of Priest while Black is kicking away at Bishop before whipping him in the ropes and delivers a Spine Buster as the fans are booing the two members of Zero Tolerance. The referee tries to get some order restored in the match as he forces Erik Black to get on the apron as well as Bishop is being helped to the outside.

Freddy Whoa: Well these two have made their mark so far in this match!!

The big monster Jaymz drives series of elbows into the forehead of Priest before whipping him in the ropes and drops him with a big boot to the face. Jaymz tags in Erik Black as the giant holds Priest by the head as Erik Black delivers a kick in the midsection before setting him up for a snap suplex as the giant steps over the top rope as the referee was using the five count. Erik Black starts to pound away at the face of Priest before driving a knee into the side of Priest. He then tags back in Jaymz as the big monster steps over the top rope and grabs Priest by the face and lifts him up by the throat to his feet

Zach Davis: He sure is strong this giant!!!

He pushes Priest into the turnbuckles before driving elbows to the side of Priest his head, he then executes an Irish Whip into the other turnbuckle and charges in on him with a shoulder tackle in the midsection. Jaymz turns his attention towards Bishop as he runs his thumb across his throat for a signal of warning before turning back to Priest. He grabs him by the head and drags him to his corner as we see him tag in Erik Black.

Freddy Whoa: So far it is all ZT dominating this match!!

Erik gets back in the ring, where he Irish Whips Priest. Setting him up for a Back Body Drop. But Priest blocks it by dropping a knee across the back of Black. Giving Priest the chance to tag in Bishop and turn the match around. He finally tags in Bishop as the man enters the ring as he grabs Black by the head and starts to pound away at him before whipping him in the ropes and sets him up for a Spine Buster. He drops Black before going for the cover, but only gets a count of one as Jaymz gets in and kicks him in the back of his head. He then charges in on Priest on the apron as he delivers a big boot to his face. Jaymz gets to the outside as he starts to pound away at his opponent as the referee is warning him from inside the ring. Jaymz looks at him before shrugging his shoulder as inside the ring Bishop has Erik Black in a reversed standing chin lock, twisting on his neck as Black raises his arms and grabs him by the head before dropping him with a jawbreaker. Causing Bishop to stagger backwards before Black manages to deliver several stiff kicks to the midsection and legs before grabbing him by the head and drops Bishop hard with a big time DDT in the middle of the ring. He then gets to his feet and sees Jaymz getting back on the apron as Black tags in the big monster.

Zach Davis: I shudder to think what this monster is going to do next!!

Jaymz stares at Bishop with a sinister grin upon his face, he grabs him by the throat and chokes him out.

Freddy Whoa: I think Bishop and Priest have had enough!

Bishop shoves Jaymz away and then roars forward and drops him with a Clothesline. Jaymz stumbles up and get another Clothesline from Bishop before getting up one more time. This time Bishop lifts Jaymz up and drops him with a Sidewalk Slam!, into the pin.

One..

Two!...

NO!, kickout.

Zach Davis: Zero Tolerance dominated this match so far but they may have awoken sleeping giants.

Jaymz stumbles up and Bishop runs at him and kicks him in the face. He lifts Jaymz up who tries to make a comeback with a Lariat of his own but Bishop catches it and drops him into a Crossface!

Freddy Whoa: SUBMISSION APPLIED!

Jaymz screams in pain.

Zach Davis: Seeing a man as huge as Bishop apply a submission hold is always crazy but he has it locked in tight!

Jaymz flails and gets to the ropes after several moments. Bishop goes and tags in Priest.

Freddy Whoa: Bishop got the opening, can Priest follow it up?

Priest runs at Jaymz and goes for a Leg Drop but Jaymz rolls away and tags in Erik Black. Black comes in and runs at Priest but Priest catches him with a Powerslam into a pin.

One..

Two..

Kickout by Black.

Zach Davis: It's a good thing Gravedigger isn't in this match, you know how he feels about people with that last name.

Priest lifts Black up and throws him to the ropes before executing a Back Bodydrop. He then applies an STF!

Freddy Whoa: Another submission!, this time by the giant Priest!

Black yells out in pain.

Zach Davis: Can he reach the ropes like Jaymz did!?

After several moments.. yes! He does. Priest is forced to release the hold. Priest lifts him up and throws him to the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: He has him up on his shoulders... HERE COMES HEAVEN BOUND!

NO!, Black slips off his shoulders and lands behind him. He shoves him into the corner where Priest accidentally knocks Bishop off the apron.

Zach Davis: Jaymz is in the ring and hits Priest with a devastating Spinebuster as Black is up top!

Black flies off with his Overload of an Unbelievable Experience leg drop! Into the pin!

One!

Two!

Three!

Freddy Whoa: ZERO TOLERANCE WIN IT!

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: These aren't new members of ZT but they're largely new to the WCF audience and they walk away with a win tonight!

Bishop and Priest regroup as ZT heads to the back.

David Sanchez Segment

“Out of the Black” by Royal Blood brings the crowd to a half-life; the deafening chorus of boos and jeers from the fans who immediately spark up a new chant as Sanchez steps out from the curtain; his wrestling gear abandoned in favor of a grey, Prada three-piece suit and an expression of conclusive rage.

Crowd: YOU FUCKED UP!!! YOU FUCKED UP!!! YOU FUCKED UP!!!

Barely able to hold his head up; that weighted pride having been dented to say the very least, he eventually manages to get his chin level and stare out at the fans on either side of the stage with nothing but abject disgust. An aura of self-pity resonating from his husk, he paces the width of the ramp without ever taking a step closer to the ring. As he walks a slight limp becomes evident; but nothing like the internet rumors may have suggested. His music plays on now as a small collection of still photos from Rise Up are displayed.

FPV and Sanchez squaring up before the match, FPV German suplexing Sanchez from halfway up the ladder, Sanchez delivering a butterfly suplex to FPV against a ladder propped up in the corner, FPV hitting an inverted hurricanrana on David from the ring and through a table. Then finally two photos that Sanchez has to look away from as they are shown on the big screen. The first shows FPV on top of the ladder; briefcase in-hand mid-freefall into the audience. The second; a shot of him crowd surfing around the 2300 arena with his prize.

Freddy Whoa: Are the guys in production serious? They do know these images appear on the titantron right?

Zach Davis: Sanchez can’t even look at the last two. What’s the deal though? I thought he’d twisted his knee or something? He looks fine to me. That’s… unfortunate.

The highlight reel of action shots ends and Sanchez is left fuming, his eyes frozen on the final photograph of FPV celebrating. The microphone hanging loose and limp in his hands as the Indiana crowd continues to mock him. To pry and poke for every agonizing detail in regards to his damaged knee. They were getting to him tonight, visibly. Everything was. He stood today a mortal man; humbled by his own God complex and a man named Frank.

Crowd: YOU FUCKED UP!!! YOU FUCKED UP!!! YOU FUCKED UP!!

He lifts the microphone to speak; but as he does so - the crowd just shouts louder. Doing everything in their power to prevent him from using that forked tongue to do anything besides apply moisture to his cracked lips. He paces back and forth at the top of the ramp impatiently. Hoping all-the-while that eventually the crowd’s banter will subside and he can address the public.

Sanchez: ...

One final time he tries to bring the microphone to his lips, this time though he sets off the rabid fans into a frenzy. The chant is amplified, trash is thrown in his general direction and not a single set person in attendance is holding their tongue. He drops the talking stick with a crackle of static and doesn’t even wait for his music to sound again before walking back through the curtain with a minor limp and the look of a child who has just been grounded for the entire Summer holidays.

Freddy Whoa: The fans tonight have just eviscerated David Sanchez. By the looks of things, he’s decided not to share whatever he was going to say with this Indianapolis crowd tonight.

Zach Davis: He couldn’t get a word in there edgeways Freddy. This crowd is hot as hell on his big-match-losing ass, and rightfully so. That’s no reason to throw a huff and walk off-screen, he’s supposed to be a veteran; a professional.

Freddy Whoa: This crowd just went up in my books, Freddy. Sanchez heading to the back now for a cold shower and an anti-depressant. He was probably just going to go on a tangent about FPV being lucky for one night and challenge him to a rematch anyway; so no great loss.

Zach Davis: Next!

Television Title Match
Captain Rump vs Jack Timbers vs Sebastian Knight

After a commercial for Cialis airs, Slam Returns Live with Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa behind their announce table at ringside.

Zach Davis: WELCOME BACK TO SLAM! The reverberations of Rise Up have been felt here tonight.

Freddy Whoa: Speaking of which, we’d to thank our newest sponsor Cialis for their generous support..RISE UP..With Cialis!

Zach Davis: After a classic Pay Per View, and an Earth Shattering card so far, we get to see the TV STRAP UP FOR GRABS! 3 Men who tasted victory at the Pay Per View..2 of them looking to achieve gold for the first time in WCF!

The theme song from the littlest hobo starts. After a shot while, Jack Timbers wakes up somewhere in the middle of the crowd. The lights points towards him and he runs to the ring, while stealing some beers and food from the fans.

Freddy Whoa: And here comes WCF’s resident hobo Jack Timbers!

Zach Davis: An inspiring story but..gotta say not the most..Polished competitor..

"Ass Man" fills the arena as Captain Rump's titantron appears on the stage. Various clips appear across the stage showing some of Rump's previous matches. The crowd boos as he makes his way out from backstage and into the arena. Captain Rump stands proudly at the entrance wearing his normal attire, which consists of a red and black mask, skin tight full body red spandex, masked by a pair of black briefs, black boots, and black gloves. A black cape wraps around and hangs down a few inches away from the floor. He turns himself around and shakes his massive rump for a few seconds which causes the crowd to boo once more. He smiles at his own action and soaks in the crowd's hateful energy as he makes his way down to the ring. Captain Rump makes his way toward the center of the ring. He removes his cape and drapes it over the nearby corner turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: And Here is The Ass Man Captain Rump! The sight of him just made Jack Timbers toss his…

*Thunk*

Zach Davis: Drumstick...You okay partner?

Freddy Whoa: YOU FUCKING JERK! THESE HAIRPLUGS COST A FORTUNE! THROW YOUR GREASY ASS CHICKEN SOMEWHERE ELSE!

"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: AND HERE IS OUR TELEVISION CHAMP! Quite a size disadvantage out there but we’ve seen him overcome incredible odds to do the impossible! But can he keep his strap on?

Freddy Whoa: Uh...Zach?

Kyle Steel announces the competitors the usual way..weight, height etcetera..The bell rings..Both challengers go for the champ but Knight is ready, hitting both with strikes to the midsection. Then, from between them, Knight starts peppering Rump and Timbers with ferocious chops which gives him space..Knight then levels a stiff back kick to the enourmous Rumps midsection, staggering him slightly. Timbers uses the slight distraction to deliver a vicious elbow to Knight, which sends him to the corner. Timbers delivers a hard elbow to the throat of Knight, then another..Followed by a whip to the far corner and a hard lariat that sends Knight reeling.

Zach Davis: Well Knight came out like a house on fire, but Timbers has extinguished the Blaze momentarily.

Rump dashes across the ring with great quickness for a man of his girth and squashes Timbers in the corner, Knight barely staggering out of the way. From below, Knight begins to work on Rump, on one knee Knight delivers series of forearms and elbows to Rumps belly, each shot causing his flesh to ripple. Finally to his feet, Knight executes a picture perfect Enziguri sending Rump to the canvas.

Zach Davis: TIMBERS WITH THE COVER ON RUMP But Knight delivers an elbow breaking the count!

Freddy Whoa: Bit of a cluster so far one man not really taking advantage

Knight grabs Timbers by his stringy hair, sets him into a front facelock and executes a snap suplex..

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Zach Davis: Yeah this guy has Ant Strength..Hit Lester Parish with the Pinnacle like it was nothing!

With Timbers on the mat, Knight goes to work with rights and lefts but Rump has recovered and hits a stiff knee to the head of Knight. Knight reels across the ring, and Rump knocks him over with a shoulder block. Rump hits the ropes and goes for a Legdrop but Knight Moves! While Rump is sitting up, Knight delivers a standing Blockbuster!

Zach Davis: Cover!

1

2

NO!

Knight turns his head only to be met with a boot from Timbers, who proceeds to mash him into a corner with boots., With Knight Prone, Timbers takes a moment to let out a groggy yell, to which the crowd responds by booing. Just as he does that, Captain Rump turns him around and starts peppering him with right hands! The crowd starts to rise in volume as Rump whips Timbers across the ring against the Ropes..Rump Ducks..Timbers stops, levels him with a stiff kick, then tries to lift Captain Rump into a bodyslam, which Rump Reverses into ring shaking Belly to Belly Suplex! Now Rump taunts the crowd while Knight sneaks up from behind and hits an RKO Style neckbreaker to Rump..But this causes Rump to Land On Timbers ASS FIRST!

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! KNIGHT JUST INADVENTANTLY HELPED RUMP HIT AN ASS DROP ON TIMBERS!

Timbers rolls out of the ring as the Ass Drop merely grazed his head..Rump stands to be met by a series of strikes from Knight..None of them can knock the guy down..Then..

Zach Davis: POI! KNIGHT HAS HIT POI!

With that spinning discus elbow, Rump tumbles into the ropes ass first, but his arms get tangled..Knight seizes the opportunity and hits Rump with more strikes to the body.

Freddy Whoa: MY GOD! LOOK AT KNIGHT GO! Wait..From behind..

Timbers attempts a huge Axehandle on Knight which sends Knight and the freshly untangled Rump through the ropes...Timbers climbs onto the floor and starts pummeling Knight while the ref starts counting..He then grabs Knight and tosses him like a sack of potatoes into the ring steps. Knight flips over them..Then Timbers turns his attention to Rump..

Zach Davis: OOOH...Timbers is slamming Rumps head onto our Announce table..and hes rolling The Massive...Wait...No…

Timbers scales the table...Hooks Rump into a front facelock..Somehow gets the huge man up in Suplex position!

Zach Davis: THIS COULD BE TREEFALL..WAIT…

Just then Knight nimbly climbs the table and Executes a Lungblower on Timbers..This sends all three men down..Breaking the table, ump crashing and burning head first as Timbers lost his grip on the Quarter Ton man..All three men lay admidst the wreckage..

Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

Knight is the first to move and escapes the carnage, he grabs Captain Rump and shoves him into the ring. Rump stumbles up as Knight enters and swings, hitting the big man with his Discus Elbow.

Freddy Whoa: POI!

Knight falls onto Rump, pinning him.

ONE..

TWO..

THREE!

Zach Davis: There you have it! Sebastian Knight retains!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: Hell of a hardfought match there!, but Sebastian Knight did it.

Zach Davis: Just like when any Television Champion gets on a roll, you've got to ask yourself: who is going to stop Sebastian Knight?

Knight grabs his Television Title and heads to the back.

Return Segment

“With our hands held high we're screaming..."

Zach Davis: Is that… is that whose music I think it is???

The crowd explode and scream ‘whoa-oh, whoa-oh oh’ recognising a familiar entrance theme. The arena lights all go out and the music which normally follows doesn’t play – only silence, save for the excited murmurs from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: I dunno. We might be getting psyched out here-

“Hands” by The Almost bursts back into life through the arena speakers, the lights return, the pyro goes off and the crowd go crazy as SKYLER STRIKER stands in the middle of the stage!!!

Zach Davis: Well now! That’s a face I wasn’t expecting to see tonight! That’s former World Champion and WCF Hall of Famer Skyler Striker!

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know what he’s doing here, but the crowd are going absolutely mental for him!

Zach Davis: Striker hasn’t been seen around these parts for ages, so it’s only natural they’d respond like that!

Striker, dressed in jeans and a football shirt, makes his way to the ring, hi-fiving fans and basking in the aura of a WCF crowd. He even makes his way over to Freddy and Zach and gives both a firm handshake.

Zach Davis: A consummate professional if there ever was one.

Eventually Striker grabs a mic and manages to find his way into the ring. There are chants of ‘wel-come back, wel-come back’ and Striker acknowledges them with a raised hand.

Skyler Striker: Man oh man is it good to be BACK!

Cheers from the crowd.

Skyler Striker: Every time I get back in this ring, without fail, it feels like home. Faces come and go, but there’s three certainties in life, and those are death, taxes, and Seth Lerch’s ugly mug sitting behind a desk in the WCF offices.

Freddy Whoa: Man, you can’t just insult a man’s coffee-drinking utensils like that! That’s straight-up rude.

Skyler Striker: As I’m assuming most of you have guessed, I didn’t just drop by to say hello. You see, I’ve been keeping track of the ol’ Slam on the television box, and that old itch started to return once I watched a familiar face. One that I faced in a WCF ring at One, four years ago, in a two out of three falls No DQ match – GRAVEDIGGER.

Zach Davis: I remember that match. A brutal legends match which Striker won.

Skyler Striker: It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a WCF ring, but there’s something about this place that keeps you coming back. The more I thought about that match, the more I wanted to relive it and outdo it. So I thought I’d come out here and make my intentions very, very clear: Gravedigger. I’ve watched you. When we faced off at One, we bled for our pride. These days, you seem like you’ll bleed for anything and anyone. There are a lot of ‘L’s in your column lately, so I’m calling you out – come and catch me, if you can. Show me that you’re still worthy of the title of ‘Legend’. I’ll be waiting.

Striker’s music hits and the crowd give a welcoming reaction to the returning Legend. Striker ascends the turnbuckles and interacts with the fans, soaking up the atmosphere.

Freddy Whoa: Bit ambitious for a grandad, isn’t it? I mean, when was the last time Striker had a winning run in this company?

Zach Davis: It’s been a while, you have to admit, but if you ever watched Striker in his prime, you know you just don’t count him out. If he’s back for a real go at this, he shouldn’t be underestimated. And if he’s got his crosshairs on Gravedigger, he’s really going to have to make sure his game is at one hundred percent. Either way, keep an eye on this one!

We go to commercial with the fans chanting Striker's name.

Trios Titles Match
The Big Time Jerks vs #beachkrew
Adam Young/Austin Adams/Andrew James vs Jared Holmes/Wade Moor/Johnny Rabid

The scene fades back into the Slam! arena.

Zach Davis: This arena is jam packed tonight!...and it's no wonder considering our main event tonight!

Freddy Whoa: It was announced earlier this week that #beachkrew would defend their Trio Championship belts against none other than The Big Time Jerks!

Zach Davis: Both of these teams have already garnered storied careers throughout their impressive run in the WCF, all culminating here tonight on Slam!

"I Need A Hero" by Bonnie Tyler starts playing and crazy multicolored lights fill the entrance. A video package of the Big Time Jerks plays on the big screen as the boys walk out into the arena. The fans are going crazy as the boys begin to prep themselves before they head towards the ring.

Kyle Steele: Introducing first...from deep in the heart of Texas...THE BIIIG TIIIME JEEEERKS!!!

They start walking to the ring trying not to be grabbed by the females and a few males in the crowd who are extremely hot for their bodies.

Crowd: BTJ! BTJ! BTJ!

They boys circle the ring in different ways before they hop up on the ring apron. Each one of them wipes their feet before climbing into the ring. They walk into the middle of the ring and start taking their t-shirts off and the crowd gets even louder. They throw the t-shirts into the crowd and get ready to wrestle.

Zach Davis: The Big Time Jerks are here, and they look title match ready!

Freddy Whoa: Hopefully #beachkrew can say the same thing! Last week, Jared Holmes and Johnny Rabid looked to be on opposite pages in their match!

Zach Davis: You know BTJ are looking to capitalize on the confusion here tonight...could they be walking out as Trios Champions?

“Aquaberry Dolphin” (Mysterious Pantheon remix) by Riff Raff hits the P.A. And the crowd absolutely lfires up as their signature light show plays on the stage. Bright neon fish corral as the three men walk out onto the stage, standing erectus as the three shining fucking Gods they are. Wade holds his championship belt high in to the air, Rabid stares around at the hot crowd, and Jared texts nonchalantly on his massive iPhone.

Kyle Steele: And introducing the champions...hailing from unduh da' muddafukkin' sea...#BEACHKREEEEW!!!

They make their way down the ramp, Rabid and Moor both staring intently at Jared Holmes, who appears to be right swiping some hard bodies on Tinder. Wade shrugs as Rabid runs and slides into the ring, Wade hopping up on the apron behind him. Jared makes his way up the stairs and takes his spot on the turnbuckle, leaning his head against the turnbuckle while he scrolls through Facebook. Johnny unsnaps the belt from around his waist before he and Wade hand theirs over to the referee.

Zach Davis: Jared Holmes seems removed entirely. It's like he didn't even show up this week!

Freddy Whoa: These three have to get their act together if they plan on successfully retaining those championship belts!

Johnny takes Jareds belt from him, which Jared completely ignores, and then takes his spot on the turnbuckle. The Big Time Jerks all grin fiendishly in the corner; this is their night, and they're going to seize it. Wade starts for #beachkrew, Austin Adams for the BTJ.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Zach Davis: This one's off!

Austin Adam's lets out a powerful war cry and charges The Leviathan...only to be met with a stiff lariat that causes him to backflip and hit the mat with a sick thud. Wade drops to the mat and covers him for the pin.

ONE...

TWO...

Zach Davis: Adams with the shoulder up and The Big Time Jerks are still in this one!

Freddy Whoa: You have to be careful bringing the fight to Moor...his ability to perceive and counter attack are nearly unmatched in the WCF.

Zach Davis: Adam's war cry didn't help matters either.

Freddy Whoa: That was foolish...and a mistake Adam's will never make on Moor again.

Moor lifts Adams to his feet and throws him into his corner, urging Jared Holmes to make the tag...but Holmes ignores him and goes about his business on his phone, waiting for his energy to recharge on Clash of Clans. Rabid takes the tag instead and moves in on Austin Adams. He drives his knee into his gut before flipping him with a double underhook suplex that rocks the ring. Adam's hits the mat hard, holding the small of his back as he reaches desperately for his corner.

Zach Davis: Rabid wasting no time knocking the ring rust off of Adams!

Freddy Whoa: He's definitely getting a crash course of what it takes to succeed in this new era!

Rabid lifts Adams and throws him into their turnbuckle again, also insisting that Jared Holmes makes the tag...but Holmes turns around and sits down with his legs hanging over the edge of the apron. Wade takes the tag instead and climbs in to take Rabid's spot. Rabid holds Adam's arms behind his head as Wade drives his hammy fist into the center of Adam's stomach, doubling him over to the mat. Rabid climbs outside of the ring as Wade lifts Adam's to his feet...where Adam knocks Wade silly with a sneaky uppercut.

Zach Davis: Austin trying to get something going here!

Freddy Whoa: He needs to make the tag to one of his team mates! That lariat at the beginning of the match must have taken a lot out of him!

Wade bounds towards the center of the ring as Adams bounces off the ropes and comes back at Wade with a hard right forearm. The shot knocks Wade off balance as Adam's bounces off the ropes yet again and comes back at Wade with another shocking forearm. The crowd starts to heat up as he goes for a third crippling forearm...but Wade counters Adam's with a hard crossbody that nearly sends the motherfucker rolling clear out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Wade's shaking off the impact from those shots by Adams!

Freddy Whoa: Look, Adams is crawling towards his own corner!

Adams, using the bottom rope to pull himself along, reaches desperately for a tag to his partner...but Wade catches him by the ankle and pulls him back to his own corner, where he goes for the tag in on Jared Holmes...but he is still completely ignoring the match at hand. Johnny, angrily, makes the tag. He climbs into the ring and takes Adams by the head, driving knee after knee into the face of Austin.

Zach Davis: This is uncalled for!

Freddy Whoa: You have to imagine Rabid's frustration continues to grow with Jared Holmes every time he refuses to tag in!

Zach Davis: What about Wade Moor? That's Jared Holmes' supposed best friend?

Freddy Whoa: Midst all the chaos, #beachkrew has been able to keep Adam's isolated to the corner...Andrew James and Adam Young are ready to make their mark on this match!

Johnny Rabid drops Austin Adams to the mat and walks back to his corner, slapping Jared as hard as he can on his bare shoulder, causing Jared's iPhone to crash to the floor below. Jared stands and turns towards Rabid, arguing with him as loud as he can. Wade's attempts to calm the two fall on deaf ears, the tension is beginning to spill over the top.

Zach Davis: What's happening?

Jared Holmes drops off the apron and crosses his arms at Johnny Rabid. Wade urges him to come back, but Jared Holmes turns his back and walks up the ramp towards the back.

Freddy Whoa: Wait...what the hell?! We're in the middle of a title match damn it!!!

Meanwhile, Austin Adams is scrambling towards his corner as Rabid turns towards a reassuring Wade Moor. He leaps...and tags in Adam Young to a massive pop, who blasts into the ring and drives Rabid into the turnbuckle. He turns on Wade and connects with a right straight, sending him sprawling to the mat below. Adam Young continues to plant Rabid into the corner with stiff kick after kick, knocking him into next Sunday.

Zach Davis: Just like that, The Big Time Jerks are on top of this match!

Freddy Whoa: Like I said, they're capitalizing on the confusion here! #beachkrew is one man down! They look like they're in dire straits right now!

Adam Young goes for another stiff boot...but Rabid catches his leg and rhythmically climbs to his own feet, before throwing Young's leg out from under him, sending him sprawling face first to the mat! Adam Young rolls out of the ring. The referee looks over the top rope to check on Young as Andrew James and Austin Adams rush in the ring with a vicious two on one assault to Johnny Rabid.

Zach Davis: They want those belts...badly! They'll do anything to get them!

James and Adams start wailing on Rabid as Wade starts to climb back to his feet, as does Young. Wade gets up and rolls into the ring. James turns towards Wade.

Zach Davis: BROSEIDON PUNCH!

Adams turns towards Wade.

Zach Davis: ANOTHER BROSEIDON PUNCH!

The crowd starts to light up as both men roll out of the ring. Wade turns around...to get met with a kick from Adam Young, square to the mid section.

Zach Davis: DEATH BLOW!...

But as Young stretches his arms out before lifting Wade off his feet, Rabid leaps over both Wade and Young...

Zach Davis: KINGDOM DESTROYER!!!

Adam's head is driven directly into the mat as Rabid rolls over to cover Young for the three count.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“Aquaberry Dolphin” (Mysterious Pantheon remix) hits the P.A. As Wade lifts Rabid off of Adam and to his feet. The referee hands both of them the three Trio's Championship belts as Young rolls out of the ring to join his fallen compatriots. Wade wraps his arm around Rabid for a hug, kissing the side of his head, before asking him to clear the ring. Rabid grits his lower jaw and abides, sliding out of the ring and heading towards the back.

Zach Davis: What's Wade doing? The match is over! Go to the back! Celebrate!

Freddy Whoa: It looks like he has some business to attend to tonight.

Wade calls for a microphone, which the ring hand obligingly hands to him.

Wade Moor: …

The crowd waits silently in anticipation, random cheers and jeers floating through space and time to land upon his ears.

Wade Moor: ...ODIN BALFORE!!!

The crowd lights up as the legends name is uttered from Wade's lips.

Wade Moor: I know you're back there. Watching. Waiting. Planning your next move, your next circumvention of the #BeachFather SpongeBob KAIJEW, but I'm delighted to inform you that he isn't actually here tonight.

Wade waits as the crowd boos the Godfather's absence.

Wade Moor: But worry not, dear Allfather...the man your anger, your hatred, your bloodlust should be aimed at is standing right...here.

Wade points down towards the mat.

Wade Moor: I want you to know that Bobby Cairo orchestrated next to nothing on the betrayal unleashed upon you. You'd be surprised how easily World Leaders can be swayed...No. He was only a God's right hand. He delivered the RCAIRO heard around the world, but I was the one who sent the message, and the message is clear; you're finished. Your time in this realm or otherworldly is ticking like a clock, coming to it's immediate, halting end.

The crowd starts to heavily BOO Wade as he runs down The Allfather.

Wade Moor: I only want one thing from you, Odin: come down to this ring, and face your death like only a man of Tried and True Thickness can. You and me. No Bobby Cairo. No ISIS. Walk down this ramp and...

The blast beats of fucking “With Oden On Our Side” by Amon Amarth hits the PA, cutting Wade off as the arena lights dim, one central light focusing on the stage...but the lights immediately cut back on and Odin stands in the ring, a golden pillar of dickness, his arms crossed and his eyes glaring down at Wade. Wade turns as the crowd lights up even louder, but before he can react, Odin has his hand wrapped tightly around the throat of Wade. Odin says something indiscernible, causing Wade to lose his focus, as Odin lifts him off the ground.

Zach Davis: RAGNAROK! HE'S GOING FOR IT!

Wade struggles against the Allfather's might...before landing a lucky kick to Odin's midsection! Wade backs up a few steps, edging towards the ropes...

Zach Davis: This is what you wanted Wade...go for it!

...but Wade falls to the mat and rolls out under the bottom rope, away from The Allfather. He grabs the microphone on the edge of the apron and puts it to his lips.

Wade Moor: No...not here. Not yet. You're time is coming soon, Odin. ON MY TERMS!

Wade throws the microphone to the ground as Odin edges towards the ropes, beckoning for Wade to make his way back to the ring, but Wade walks away from Odin, never stripping his gaze away from The Nordic Tank as the wet mark appears and the show fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Sister Sin vs Justin Turner

Vinnie Jones Segment

Corey Black Segment

Adrian Archer vs Psychopomp

Attack!

Vic Vegas vs Rumpke

Crazy J Segment

Menaki vs Stalker

Dag Riddik/Katherine Phoenix Segment

Amber Lynn Segment

HB/Dark Angel vs Udy/Fenris

Crazy J Segment

Jaymz/Erik Black vs Bishop/Priest

David Sanchez Segment

Television Title Match: Captain Rump vs Jack Timbers vs Sebastian Knight

Return Segment

Trios Titles Match: The Big Time Jerks vs #beachkrew

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Returning Star
Match:
Vic Vegas vs Rumpke
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Joey Flash
Television:
Sebastian Knight
Hardcore:
Andre Holmes
People's:
Kevin Bishop
Internet:
Katherine Phoenix
Alpha:
Jason O'Neal
Tag Team:
Cap 'N Crook
Trios:
#beachkrew