02/19/2017
Live from the Bankers Life Fieldhouse in Indianopolis, Indiana


Slam Intro

We begin backstage as Corey and Nikki are flanked by a contingent of Pantheon. Corey is leaning on the edge of a table, he has the Frost mask still in his grip as he turns it over in his hands again and again, wondering how this trinket can even exist. Eventually he looks up and sees that both Rabid and Jared are missing.

Corey Black: Where are they?

Flash steps forward, pushing past an irate Wade who was about to answer.

Joey Flash: They've both been told two separate stories. Rabid has been promised a re-enactment of his impending knighthood; while Jared has been promised another Sarah Twilight squash match.

Nikki Venus: Sarah Twilight is dead!

Joey Flash: This is WCF, who the fuck ever stays dead?

Corey glances down at the mask.

Corey Black: Yeah, who does?

Wade can't listen to this anymore, he has to act.

Wade Moor: This isn't Pantheon's business. It's #beachkrew's. When we signed up to your little wrestling power struggle, we were promised full autonomy over our affairs. You said that #beachkrew's business was it's own. You care to elaborate to me, Corey what the fuck this is?

Corey Black: This? This is an intervention because you can't control the situation. You had your shot last week to fix this and it cost you and your “brothers” the Trios Championships. Belts equal power, Wade. If Pantheon is to remain a force we need everyone pulling in the same direction. And we need to start watching each other's backs, understand?

Wade Moor: They wont listen to you. You don't know.

Corey leaps up from the table holding back an unexpected burst of rage as best he can:

Corey Black: I know well enough. I've known how to handle situations like this since before you could execute a fucking armbar. So don't you tell me shit! Understand, swamp thing?

Wade doesn't blink, he simply steps up into Corey's face. Close enough so that they can hear each other's heartbeats.

Corey Black: Oh, I understand. And now you're going to understand something. You let me deal with this. Or you'll have to deal with us.

Flash steps into Wade's field of vision...

Joey Flash: We are dealing with you. Now, shall we head to the ring? “Brother Wade?”

Wade exhales as they depart.

Wade Moor: Oh, lead on...

"The Ballad of Maxwell Demon" by Shudder to Think hits the PA as the lights go dim in the arena. A golden Eye of Horus lights up the jumbotron as "#AllHail6ixGod" appears beneath in gold lettering. A single stage light hits the center of the ramp as the music swells and booing from the crowd reaches a fever pitch. From the curtain steps Jared Holmes dressed in a full-face mirror ball mask topped with a diamond encrusted crown of thorns and long navy wool coat with gold accents, Thursday by his side.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds.... "THE SIX GOD" JARED HOLMES!

Jared steps into the spotlight, the mirror ball mask reflecting the light in a dazzling display of colors. His hands slowly raise from his sides into the air as sparks descend from the ceiling. Bringing his arms down swiftly, he continues down the ramp, his eyes concealed behind the mask but undoubtedly on the ring. The posse moves with purpose, and upon reaching the bottom of the ring, Jared ascends the stairs and steps between the ropes. His hand coming to the back of his head, he removes the mask and raises it in the air to a chorus of boos.

Jared asks for a microphone as he addresses the crowd:

Jared Holmes: Last week, a brother stabbed me in the back. A brother who I had grown to trust since my return to the WCF. A man who I was close to considering as an actual friend. But that dream is shredded now. It's history. A lesson well and truly been learned. In hindsight, I should have listened to my instincts about Rabid from the start. I should have stayed true to my gut since the day he super-kicked Andre Aquarius through a fucking wall. But I was blinded by the charm offensive. Convinced by Wade and Flash to trust the serpent. I will not make that same mistake again. You can all count on that, you sea of fucking beta bitches.

The crowd boos.

Zach Davis: Is this the end for #beachkrew?

Jared Holmes: A lot of people are wondering “what next?” Truth is, I don't need trust. Never have. But I do need respect. I need my leadership of #beachkrew to be honored. If Rabid can't honor me? Then--

“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see John Rabid standing tall; arms out stretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as John's name appears on a Slam Graphic.

Jared immediately reacts to this; he arches his back forward as he readies to face off against his former friend. Clenching his fists for battle. Eyes never blink. Wide and black and empty of compassion.

Rabid circles the ring, eyes locked with Jared's. He smirks a sinister grin as he rubs his chin thinking over the situation. He makes a move to enter the ring as Jared darts forward, Rabid steps back. Tries again as Jared once more darts forward. The third time Rabid feints the move catching Jared out of position, sliding in, giving himself time to spring to his feet before Jared can pounce.

Jared and John circle each other now. We see them tuning up the bands; each looking for a chance to hit the other with a superkick. It's like a pair of gunslingers waiting for that perfect moment to strike.

Rabid has a microphone now as he circles like a vulture.

John Rabid: Well, I take it the knighthood was a ruse then.

Jared Holmes: I was promised Sarah Twilight.

John Rabid: She's dead.

Jared Holmes: When has that ever mattered?

John Rabid: Good point. Y'know, everything that happened to you last week you damn well begged for. You know that, right? You're a snot-nosed little brat that cries when he can't get his own way. You call yourself a leader? I call you a child.

Jared Holmes: And I'll call you an Ambulance when I'm done.

John Rabid: I won't waste time with the formalities when I though dissecting you, how about I just call you a coroner.

The Ripper and the 6ix God look poised to strike when “Mysterious Pantheon Theme” (Classic Mix) hits as out walks Corey, flanked by Joey Flash and Wade Moor.

Corey Black: Enough!

All three men enter the ring now as they get in between Rabid and Holmes. Corey holds court as he addresses the ring.

Corey Black: When I reformed Pantheon I knew this day would come. You two have always held a grudge for each other. Since that very first day Rabid walked into the #beachkrew locker room there's been nothing but mistrust and seething hatred. You two want power, it's obvious. Well, guess who holds that power, its--

Flash grabs the microphone from Corey's grasp as he taps the World Heavyweight Championship belt slung over his shoulder.

Joey Flash: Me. Clearly. It's me. Let me tell you something. Let me tell ALL OF YOU something. It's pointless thinking you can face me. The choice of Pantheon Heavyweight Champion has already been made. And neither of you have a chance of taking my seat at the table. Not now, not ever. So maybe it's time for you two to just shake hands and be done with it. After all....there's nothing left to fight for, now is there?

Both Jared and Rabid unleash a pair of incredulous looks towards Flash as Joey wonders why they're both not agreeing with him. Wade eyes roll.

Joey Flash: Shake hands...DO IT!

Jared sighs, he extends his arm and opens his palm. Rabid shakes his head, but Corey glares at him. Rabid eventually offers his hand. They move closer, closer...then the handshake as--

Jared snatches his hand away and slaps the face of Rabid!

Crowd: Booooooooo!

Jared turns, smiling as --

he feels a tug twisting his arm and pulling him right back to face John. It's Rabid, he has hold of Jared's hand as he pulls Holmes in close; wiping a slither of blood from his lip onto Jared's squirming face as Rabid smirks, Jared wrenching his arm away as Rabid leers at his foe.

Wade Moor grabs the microphone from Flash! His face is crimson with absolute rage.

Wade Moor: Everyone that isn't #beachkrew....GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS RING, NOW!

Wade stands now between his brothers. Just the three of them with Pantheon outside on the ramp.

Wade Moor: This is our business, and we'll decide how to settle our differences...OUR WAY! At Timebomb, it will be Jared Holmes, verses Johnny Rabid.....LAST MAN STANDING!

Jared and Rabid both glare at each other...nothing for a few seconds....then they both nod in agreement.

Wade Moor: You're both going to beat some respect into each other. And then, afterwards? We'll decide who sits at the table.

Joey Flash reacts to this from the ramp as he looks cold into the hearts of #beachkrew.

Zach Davis: My gawd what a match! Jared Holmes verses Johnny Rabid in a last man standing match!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Justin Turner vs Jack Timbers vs Adam Bass

The Lights in the arena go out then a few gun shots are heard over the P.A.

We see the flashs of cameras before a camo background lights up as the words "The Freak" are posted on the tron. After a moment "The Gunslinger" by Shooter Jennings hits.

From the back comes out a confident Justin Turner with Jennifer by his side.

The fans raise to their feet and cheer as they make their way down the ramp. Justin rolls under the bottom rope before posing for the crowd.

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.

“Amazing” by Kanye West plays over the arena speakers. A white limousine slowly pulls into the arena. The driver opens the back door, and a brief glimpse of the inside is revealed. Several women are seen at varying degrees of intoxication. Adam steps out of the limousine with a glass of champagne in hand. He slowly makes his way to the ring, clearly appalled at the WCF universe as he passes them. When he makes it to the ring, he goes to the corners one by one, raising his glass to the crowd. After the fourth corner, he faces the hard cam and drinks the champagne with an arrogant smirk on his face.

Zach Davis: And away we go!

Adam Bass runs at Timbers and Spears him down before starting to hit him with a barrage of punches. Justin Turner grabs Bass from behind but Bass elbows him away. Bass throws Turner to the ropes and as he's coming back, Bass hits him with a Blue Thunder Bomb!

Freddy Whoa: Into the pin!

One..

Two..

No!, broken up by Timbers. Timbers lifts Bass up and hits him with a few forearms before following up with a punch to the throat. Bass turns, holding his throat in pain and Timbers runs at him and Bulldogs him. Justin Turner spins Timbers around and kicks him in the gut before running to the ropes, coming back and hitting a Shining Ninja!

Zach Davis: What an insane maneuver!

The High Flying Freak pins Timbers.

One!

Two!

No!, broken up by Bass now.

Freddy Whoa: This match has been fast and furious so far, high impact moves all around.

Bass lifts Turner up and drops him with a Backbreaker. Timbers has gotten to his feet too and runs at Bass.

Zach Davis: Hobo Fight!

No!, Bass avoids the Lou Thesz Press and Turner flies into the corner. As he stumbles back Bass takes him down and locks it in.... Cattle Mutilation!

Freddy Whoa: BILLION DOLLAR DREAM APPLIED!

Jack Timbers has no choice, he taps out!

Zach Davis: There's the bell, and Adam Bass walks out tonight with a win!

Adam Bass gets to his feet and celebrates his win!

Andre Holmes Segment

Pulling up to the arena in Indianapolis, Indiana. A black SUV is parked at the garage section of the large arena. Opening the door is Andre Holmes in a full black suit holding the WCF Hardcore Championship over his shoulder. When he gets his luggage, he pulls it with him all the way to the backstage area. There is nothing better than Huston Meeks showing up at that exact moment with the camera crew ready to ask what is the WCF Hardcore Championship Announcement Andre preached about on WCF social media.

Huston Meeks: Andre. Sorry to bother you but how are you feeling with your match tonight?

Andre Holmes: I feel amazing. Totally going to get a victory.

Huston Meeks: Can you trust Rumpke as your partner?

Andre Holmes: I think he has no choice if he wants to win.

Huston Meeks: Better question Andre and I think it's one we all want to know. Who exactly do you want to face at Timebomb? Who is the next challenge you're looking for?

Andre smirked and paused before revealing who his eyes are on next.

Andre Holmes: Well if that's the case. I'll say it right here. You have exactly one week to answer the challenge. I want you at Timebomb where I'll defend my WCF Hardcore Championship. The match I want. Andre Holmes versus...

Odin Balfore.

Peace.

He leaves Huston Meeks and the camera crew who are all shocked. Once he's gone out of the camera's vision, the scene fades to black for commercial.

Jason O'Neal Segment

Number One by Nelly hits and Jason O’Neal walks arrogantly down to the ring with the Alpha Title over his shoulder.

Zach Davis: What business does he have out here?

Freddy Whoa: He’s the Alpha Champion and the Number One Contender for the World Title, he can be anywhere he wants…

Zach Davis: We don't really know if he's the Number One Contender per se, Freddy. But let's find out!

Jason makes it to the ring and demands a microphone. The stage hands oblige and Jason begins talking…

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: For weeks now, I have been carrying this anchor over my shoulder and trying to shake it off. I’ve left it in porta-potties. Pawned it on Ebay. Gave it to a handicapped fan. Let it free in the audience one night. It always keeps coming back. After three months....

Tthe crowd cheers!

"The Real Deal" Jason O'Neal: I now get the opportunity to get rid of it once and for all and aim for the fences.

Crowd: You deserve it…

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Well no shit… I’m me, afterall… I deserved it on day fucking one.

Crowd reacts with a mixed reaction…

Zach Davis: This arrogant asshole.

Freddy Whoa: Hey watch your mouth…

Zach Davis: But he can say fu…

Freddy Whoa (interrupting): Zach control your tongue.

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: I hereby Vacate the Alpha Title!

The crowd pops!

Zach Davis: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! He's officially cashing in!

"The Real Deal" Jason O'Neal: And I announce my intensions to compete for the World Title at a later date!

Crowd erupts.

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: That’s not all, I am also announcing the first ever Real Deal tournament to crown the next Alpha Champion. Eight of the brightest newcomers in a tournament to decide who will attempt to do what I did for the first time, be the champ and cash in.

Zach Davis: He can’t do that can he?

Seth Lerch’s music hits the PA system and out comes the face that runs the place. He has a microphone in hand…

Freddy Whoa: We are about to find out.

Seth Lerch: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry, Freddy. But anyway, whoa, whoa, whoa. You think you can just cash that belt in and demand a World Title shot?

The crowd is puzzled. A WCF staff members comes up to Seth and whispers in his ear.

Seth Lerch: ....Oh yeah! Yeah, that's right! You totally CAN do that! Alright, O'Neal, you've got me there.

Jason shakes his head.

Seth Lerch: But that said, you can't just dictate some kind of tournament to decide who wins the new belt. We already have the Trilogy Cup Tournament going on, O'Neal. So as far as what happens to the Alpha Championship-

O'Neal is back on the mic.

"The Real Deal" Jason O'Neal: You know what, Seth? Just stop. I've got my Title shot. Do what you want with the belt, and as far as I'm concerned, Singh or Flash can just keep Big Gold warm for me.

With that, O'Neal's theme music hits and Seth stares at him for a brief moment before exiting. O'Neal hands the Alpha Championship to Kyle Steel, staring at it for a few seconds before turning and heading out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Well Jason O'Neal officially does become the Number One Contender to the WCF World Title! He's breathing down the neck of Steven Singh and Joey Flash!

Freddy Whoa: But who knows what'll happen! And Seth never got to decide what is going to happen to the Alpha Championship either. We have a belt up for grabs, folks!

We go to commercial.

American Carnage vs Udy/Amber Lynn

Zach Davis: Alright! It's time to get to it!!

Freddy Whoa: You know Zach, leading up to this match Udy and Amber Lynn did a lot of talking. Let see, if they can back it up in the ring.

Zach Davis: It was total opposite for American Carnage. Not a single word. Maybe they will do they're talking inside the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Or maybe The Demon Wolf and Babygirl just simply intimidated them.

Zach Davis: Whatever the case may be, we're going to find out, in a few minutes.

"Left behind" by Slipknot begins to play. There are no pyrotechnics. Bannon and Conway walk down the aisle slowly and menacingly.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, with a combined weight of four hundred and ninety pounds. From Parts Unknown... Bannon... Conway... AMERICAN CARNAGE!!

Both individuals just slide into the ring and wait for their opponents.

Zach Davis: Hank Brown has Udy and Amber Lynn backstage.

Freddy Whoa: Take it away Hank!!

Hank Brown: Alrighty!! Thank you, Zach and Freddy!! Right now, I have with me, "The Demon Wolf" Udy and "Babygirl" Amber Lynn!!

Amber Lynn: If Udy doesn't mind, I'll just take this. American Carnage you have kept quiet all week. You didn't say one word! Some may say, that's actions of cowardice. We're going to see tonight!! Hope you put up a fight.

Udy: I don't think they will!!

Babygirl and The Demon Wolf walks away. Amber walks back...

Amber Lynn: I KNOW they won't!!

"Sick like me" by In this Moment begins to play. Lavender fog begins to roll out as Amber Lynn walks out onto the entrance stage with blue lasers flashing. Lights darken, as blue pyro explode. Wolf Moon by Type O Negative begins to play. He howls... Both Udy and Amber, along with Udy's manager Fenris walk down the entrance ramp.

Kyle Steel: With a combined weight of five hundred and twenty one pounds... This is The Demon Wolf Udy and Babygirl Amber Lynn!!

Udy's manager Fenris stands ring side.

Zach Davis: It looks like that Conway of American Carnage and Udy are starting off.

Both competitors go in to lock up...

FWAPP-FWAPP!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Two quick jabs by Conway on Udy!!

Zach Davis: The Demon Wolf doesn't look too happy!!

FWAPP-FWAPP-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: UH-OH!! This time Bannon is celebrating because of connecting two more strikes then a kick to the midsection of Udy.

The Demon Wolf is shaking with rage.

Zach Davis: Bannon has his back to Udy...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOA!! Bannon did NOT see that exploder suplex coming!!

Udy picks up Bannon, tossing him into the ropes...

Zach Davis: Bannon bounces off the ropes...

WHAM!!!

Udy nails Bannon with a running knee. Udy grabs Bannon...

RAAAAAKE!!!

Freddy Whoa: Bannon rakes the eyes of The Demon Wolf.

Zach Davis: Bannon tags in Conway.

Conway charges at Udy, who tags in Amber Lynn.

Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES BABYGIRL!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: CLOTHESLINE FROM BABYGIRL!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: BUTT-BOUNCE-HIP ATTACK!!

Amber Lynn grabs Conway bounces him off the ropes...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: SMELL MY FEET!!

Freddy Whoa: BIG BOOT!!

TAG!!

Conway stands up, looking woozy. Udy standing in the corner, grabbing the ring ropes, stomping down. Conway turns around...

Zach Davis: NO! NO! NO!

Freddy Whoa: YES!! YES!! YES!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: SUPER KICK!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! UDY IS GOING FOR THE PIN!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEEE!!

[DING!! DING!! DING!!]

Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... This Demon Wolf Udy and Babygirl Amber Lynn!!

Stephen Anderson Segment

Slam returns to commercial with Stephen Anderson in the ring, smiling and waving at the crowd. He has a microphone in his hand and continues to rev up the crowd.

Zach Davis: The crowd is really taking a liking to this Anderson kid.

Freddy Whoa: It's the only good thing Adam Burnett has done for us.

Stephen Anderson: What's up WCF nation!? I can't tell you how excited I am to be out here talking to you all for the first time. For those of you that didn't see my debut last week with Adam Burnett, my name is Stephen Anderson. I have been traveling those same roads as Adam the last few years and he got me up here. I'm very grateful for this opportunity to be out here with all of you!

The crowd cheers and there's something about this guy that grasps their attention.

Stephen Anderson: I know that many of you are wondering what's next for myself and Burnett after last week and while he is in the back right now, I can speak for both of us when we say that we are going to come hard for those Tag Team Titles! You all deserve a fun new spark in the tag team division and we are here to bring that to you. We have a lot of doubters in the back including that douchebag Sebastian Knight.

The fans boo at just hearing Knight's name. Anderson smiles at the boos.

Stephen Anderson: Knight is nothing that we have not encountered before. We have proved people like him wrong before and we will again when we are holding those Tag Team Titles high in the air! Thank you and we will see you soon!

Anderson tosses the microphone to a guy outside and climbs the turnbuckle to acknowledge the fan. However the fans begin to boo as Anderson doesn't notice Sebastian Knight sliding into the ring with a chair. Anderson hops off the turnbuckle and turns to see what the fans are booing about but it's to late as Knight blasts him in the face with the chair. Anderson is immediately busted open and laid out on the ground. Knight takes the chair and starts to place Anderson's right leg in the chair. He climbs the turnbuckle and is smiling down at Anderson who is so out of it that he can't move.

Zach Davis: This is the same thing he tried to do to Burnett at Rise Up!

Burnett bursts through the curtain and is charging down towards the ring but he is to late. Knight jumps off the turnbuckle and smashes Anderson's knee in the chair. Anderson immediately starts screaming in pain and rolling on the ground. Knight immediately slides out of the ring as Burnett slides in. Burnett kneels next to Anderson as Knight backs up the ramp as EMT personnel run past him. The camera cuts to commercial as Burnett and Knight are staring holes into each other.

Adam Young/Dark Angel/Jay West vs Stalker/Menaki/Captain Rump

Once all six competitors were in their respective corners, they discussed briefly who would start the match. For team Adam Young, they came to an agreement that Jay West starts. While on Team Stalker, Rump was selected, the remaining four combatants stepping out onto the apron to await being tagged in.

Collar and elbow tie up, Rump easily backs West into a neutral corner with the referee starting the count for the break, Rump breaking it up at 3 before backing up to the middle of the ring, begging West to come get some more. West stalks back to the center of the ring and gets right in Rumps face before starting to unload right hand after right hand, stunning the big man.\

West goes for a clothesline and connects, staggering Rump, who is still on his feet. Then, West bounces off the ropes for another clothesline but is cut off with a body block, the sheer mass of Rump like a brick wall, sending West crashing to the mat.

Staggering and shaking his head slightly from the right hands, Rump backs up far enough into his team's corner for Menaki to tag himself in. Rumps head snaps up and he shouts "What're you doing?!?" to which Menaki shrugged and can be seen mouthing "My job" as he stepped over the top rope and picking West up with relative ease, dropping him again with a short arm clothesline, going for a quick cover.

1...

2...

Kickout

Shrugging, Menaki brings West into a sitting position and stood over him, putting him in the Shoulder Claw, looking to wear the man down before he can build any momentum, keeping himself between West and his partners. West struggles to get back to a vertical base, back elbow shots to Menaki's abdomen to break the hold before a dropkick out of nowhere, right in Menaki's face, staggering the seven footer long enough for West to leap and make the tag to Dark Angel who immediately seizes control with a side headlock to Menaki.

Menaki shoves Angel off into the ropes, connecting with a shoulder block. Picking Angel up, he shoves him into his teams corner, allowing Stalker to tag himself in. Menaki holds Angel in place so Stalker can lay in a stiff kick before Menaki steps over the top rope out onto the apron, Rump shooting him a glare.

Stalker goes right to work with a snapmare and reverse chinlock on Angel, wearing him down while taking Menaki's example of keeping himself between Angel and his corner. Angel struggles his way back to his feet with back elbows of his own, shooting himself off the ropes once out of the hold and hitting a well placed Spinning Heel Kick right to the forehead of Stalker, sending the man crashing to the mat with a cover soon after.

1...

2...

Kickout

The look on Stalker's face said that he was stunned pretty well from the kick, but Angel wasn't done, bouncing off the ropes again and driving his knee into Stalker's face, causing Menaki to wince as he got a good look at that. A second cover.

1..

2...

THR...Kickout.

A sigh of relief from Menaki and even Rump, with groans of frustration from Young and West, with Young reaching out for the tag which Angel grants him, rolling out of the ring to catch his breath afterwards. Leaping over the top rope to the mat, almost immediately after Young catches a getting up Stalker with a beautiful dropkick to the face, before quickly locking in the Cross Armbreaker.

Stalker struggles to make it to the bottom rope to break the hold which he does. Young breaks the hold at 3 before dragging the much larger Stalker back to his half of the ring with pure might, twisting his arm before driving several elbows into Stalker's shoulder joint, zeroing in on his right arm.

Shooting Stalker off the ropes with his bad arm, Angel drops him with the Drop Toe Hold, immediately after going for the Fujiwara Armbar, Stalker quickly sliding out of it, despite his size and leveling Young with a boot to the face right after, shaking the feeling back into his arm, before making a tag to Menaki, much to Rump's frustration.

Not waiting a moment later, Rump tags himself in before Menaki even takes a step. Menaki looking ready to deck Rump before deciding better of it, taking a deep breath, the cameras catching his mouth saying 'You're right, you're right. Teamwork. He's all yours" before stepping back out of the ring.

Young catches a turning Rump with another beautiful standing dropkick, staggering the big man before attempting to bring him down into either the Armbar or the Crossface, grabbing at Rumps large right arm to bring him down. Rumps sheer power shrugs Young off into a neutral corner. Rump attempts a running body splash into the corner but Young moves out of the way, quickly making a tag to West who ascends his teams turnbuckle, connecting with a picture perfect Missile Dropkick, knocking the big man off his feet! Immediately after, West connects with a Standing Moonsault for the cover.

1..

2...

Kickout

Rump, clearly stunned, rolls to his side and shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, West immediately on the attack after glancing at the referee. Bringing Rump back down onto his back, West mounts the big man, laying in right hand after right hand, going for another cover.

1...

2...

Kickout

West, getting frustrated, smacks the mat, indicating to the ref he thought it was three before turning and getting caught with a massive Belly to Belly Suplex by Rump and another cover!

1...

2...

Kickout, but barely with West getting his shoulder up.

Rump bounces off the ropes and hits a massive leg drop, getting up and going for it a second time with West rolling out of the way in the knick of time, Rumps large...well...rump, causing the entire ring to incave on itself just slightly from the impact. The crowd stards clapping and stomping their feet, willing West to make a tag, though a few of those "heel lovers" doing the same with Rump, urging him to make a tag.

Two hot tags are made, one to Menaki, one to Young. Menaki being the slower of the two, goes for a clothesline which Young ducks before quickly turning and nailing Menaki with a dropkick to the chest, sending the big man back a few steps. Quickly tagging in Angel, the two men set up and execute an impressive Double Team Suplex on Menaki, sending the big man crashing to the mat. Angel with the quick cover.

1...

2...

Stalker in to break up the count, all hell immediately breaking loose. West in with a flying forearm, sending Stalker into the ropes where West and Young send him up and over with a double Dropkick. Rump in behind them both to send them out with a double Clothesline to the back of the head.

Angel, given time to recover from Stalker's boot to the back of the head, delivers a Roaring Elbow right to the side of Rumps head, sending the big man crashing through the second rope, taking out the other four competitors in the process. Staring at his handiwork and regret for taking out his teammates, Angel gives Menaki enough time to recover and nail Angel with a running Big Boot as he turns around. A quick cover

1...

2...

Thr- Kickout.

Menaki, with an incredulous look on his face, runs a hand through his hair with a look, wondering what it's going to take. Picking Angel up on his shoulder, Menaki attemps to deliver the first part of his Snake Eyes/Discus Clothesline combo. Angel sneaks out the back, sliding down the seven footers back and quickly attempting to lock in the Cobra Clutch.

Menaki being just too big and strong, backs Angel back first into the opposite corner quickly, turning around and delivering the Discus Clothesline as Angel staggers out of the corner before bringing his hand up, signaling for the Chokeslam. Grabbing Angel by the throat, Menaki lifts him up with somewhat ease and drives him down with said Chokeslam, a quick cover immediately after

1...

2...

Thr- Young in for the save right in the knick of time

Clearly getting frustrated, Menaki brings Young up, kicking him in the gut and setting him up for the Drop Zone Powerbomb. Bringing Young up, Menaki lets go on the way down, sending Young freefalling to the mat back first. The maneuver gives Angel enough time to clock Menaki in the back of the head with his forearm, staggering him into the turnbuckle, turning him around and hitting the Hitting Bottom maneuver, locking in the Koji Clutch.

Being seven feet tall, Menaki's legs gave him the advantage to easily get the ropes for a ropebreak. Angel now showing his frustrations, signals that the end is near, thinking of hitting Worlds End, ascending to the middle turnbuckle, waiting for Menaki to get up. Rump climbs up onto the apron and levels Angel off with a vicious forearm to the side of the head, sending him down into the waiting boot of Menaki. Boot to the gut, turning quickly, Menaki delivers the Drop Zone powerbomb a second time, practically falling into the cover.

1...

2...

3...

Rolling off Angel quickly, Menaki stands up, exhausted after the bell rings, helping both Rump and Stalker into the ring, the three embracing quickly after the victory before their arms get raised by the referee. Menaki glances down and helps Angel back to his feet, West and Young sliding into the ring, all six men staring each other down, before Menaki nods in approval and grabs Angels hand, raising it up as a sign of respect, patting his back afterwards with the camera catching hs mouth "Well done. Almost had me there."

Dag Riddik Segment

Zach Davis: I’d like to turn the fans’ attention to the Titantron as we present a clip from a press conference conducted earlier today by WCF Owner Seth Lerch regarding the Dagvald Riddik/Katherine Phoenix debacle last week.

On the big screen, Seth is standing at a podium addressing a crowd of reporters.

Seth Lerch: Last week, the actions of Dagvald Riddik against one Katherine Phoenix were totally unacceptable and against the policies of Wrestling Championship Federation and the agreement regarding acceptable content which may be broadcast on our cable network. I condemn his recklessness and disregard for human life. However, his actions were not random. Katherine Phoenix has also been a despicable human being in regards to her actions towards an innocent young woman whom Dag appears to care for.

Seth Lerch: In WCF, the conflict between competitors often spills outside the ring and into the personal lives of those involved, but this is beyond the typical scope of what is acceptable in a heated rivalry. The actions of those involved, while they will not be tolerated, are not disproportionate to the actions taken by each other. Therefore, I reacted appropriately when I threatened to fire Dagvald should he continue his rampage on Slam, and that threat still holds. If Dagvald in any way attacks Katherine tonight on Slam, his contract will be immediately terminated. As of now, the same goes for Katherine.

Seth Lerch: However, in keeping with the traditions of this company allowing its competitors to settle their differences in the ring, I did not find it necessary for Dag to be imprisoned awaiting charges. The WCF legal team has arranged for Dagvald to be released from holding on the condition he agree to the aforementioned terms. Also, with regards to their match at the Timebomb Pay Per View, I hereby declare it will be a Hell in a Cell Match with the following stipulations for both competitors. If Dagvald wins, Katherine must turn over Isabella from wherever she is keeping her. If Katherine wins, the ban on Dag attacking her will be extended indefinitely. We at WCF believe handling things internally is the best way to ensure a positive work environment for all our employees.

Seth pauses, and the crowd of press representatives begin chattering loudly, pointing microphones at Seth and trying to have their questions asked. Suddenly, a hooded figure in a camouflage jacket storms the stage and brushes off security, shoving himself right up to Seth. He pulls his hood down, revealing a #MAGA hat. He points angrily at the liberal press outlets, ignoring Seth.

Dagvald: No questions! You’re fake news! To hell with you failing piles of garbage! This is a travesty! I got out of prison specifically to annihilate Katherine and now you, Seth, lay this bullshit on me? Your legal team spoke to my legal team, you never talked to me directly! You’re lucky I injured Katherine beyond all reasonable recovery for the foreseeable future so she can’t be here tonight, or I guess I’d be fired!

Dagvald: Let me address everyone here directly! I am losing my mind with every second that passes wherein I am not throttling Katherine to death with my bare hands! What she has done is far beyond the realm of typical wrestling rivalries, and she will pay the price! I will not let some stupid match determine the fate of my dearest Isabella! Katherine, you listen to me! At Timebomb, there won’t be a match, there will be a slaughter! I will disassemble your every limb, every joint, every single bone in your body will be physically disconnected until you are a gelatinous sludge I can consume and shit into a toxic waste dump! I don’t care if we even make it to the ring, inside the cage, or if the bell even rings! When I see you next Sunday, it will be the last time anyone sees you alive, I will make sure of it!

Dag kicks over the podium, and it lands directly on Jim Acosta, making this the second time he has been disemboweled on live television. The feed ends.

Freddy Whoa: We really should vet these things better.

People's Title Match
Bishop vs Kevin Bishop

The lights in the arena go black and a hush falls upon the fans when the tron lights up pure white. “Unholy Confessions” by Avenged Sevenfold blares over head and white strobes beam down on a group of people in black hoods and Plague doctor masks, as the lights beam down on them, the move away to reveal The Plague Kevin Bishop holding out his arms taking in the roar of the crowd. He wears his black studded leather vest and his hair drips wet as he shakes his head to the music. Kevin applies his wrist tape as he makes his way down the ramp with the fans reaching out to him. Towards the end of the ramp Kevin runs to the ring and slides in. He stands in the middle of the ring for a second with a grin on his face as he takes in the roaring of the crowd. Finally he lifts his arms and a barrage of sparks rain down onto him and the ring. He makes his way to the far corner and awaits his opponent.

The lights dim. A drumbeat picks up! Bishop emerges from the stage! Spotlights flare! They center on the dark figure! It’s him! It’s the most intense, intimidating entrance in WCF!

Kyle Steel: Horrifying everyone on the way to the ring, BISHOOOOOOPPPPPP!

Zach Davis: Horrifying is a subjective term.

Kyle Steel: The following match is a People’s Championship match! Between the challenger, Bishop! And the champion, The Plague, Kevin Bishop!

Both men are in the ring, and the bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: Both men lock up! Bishop- er, the challenger is a big brute, and he seems to have the advantage! He gets in a hammerlock, then an armbar, he twists him around-

Zach Davis: Kevin slips down, ducks a clothesline, and hip tosses the man clutching his arm!

Bishop thuds to the mat, releasing his grip. He stands up and goes for another clothesline, but Kevin ducks again. Bishop bounces off the ropes, going for a big boot. Kevin dodges, grabbing the boot and throwing Bishop to the mat again. The big man gets up in frustration and dodges a punch, returning with his own. He rattles the skull of Kevin, kicks him in the gut, and hits a suplex.

Kevin shoves off the big man and stands up, ready to confront him head on. Bishop charges, but Kevin uses his momentum for a scoop slam. He nails it and locks in a bridging arm triangle choke!

Bishop crawls and squirms but can’t seem to get out of it. He reaches for the rope, but Kevin flips him over and back to the center of the ring. The ref is close up and focused on the man in the hold, so he can’t see when Priest sneaks up and pulls Bishop’s foot to the rope! He then catches his attention and the ref forces Kevin to let him out of the hold.

Kevin gets in the ref’s face about it, allowing Bishop to land a vicious big boot. He picks him up and hits a suplex. When he doesn’t think the ref is looking, Priest elbows Kevin hard. But the ref looks over, and see Priest taunting the downed man with his elbow. He boots him from ringside!

Bishop now gets in the ref’s face about it. Priest skulks away, and Kevin runs to the ropes. Bishop turns around....

THE BLACK DEATH!

Kevin Bishop pins regular Bishop.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: KEVIN BISHOP RETAINS!

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Only the best of the best become People's Champion and Kevin Bishop showed once again why he is, indeed, one of the best!

We go to commercial.

Vinnie Jones Segment

Ich Will hits as Vinnie marches out to the arena, some of the fnas boo him as others cheer the member of ZT, he stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd in the arena.

Vinnie: The PEOPLE!!!! The people are here!! The people of nice and cozy Indiana!!!!

The crowd cheers as they are getting a cheap pop from the member of Zero Tolerance as Vinnie raises his hand to get them all calm.

Vinnie: The Indy 500!!

Crowd pop.

Vinnie: The Indiana Pacers!!

More cheers

Vinnie: The Colts.

The crowd is cheering the loudest as Vinnie is grinning widely.

Vinnie: And yet they have achieved nothing!!

The crowd suddenly boos Vinnie Jones as they are feeling being dissed by the member of ZT

Vinnie: Nothing that gets your blood pumping more than exactly what Vinnie Jones is willing to do for the People!! The fine people of this fine city with Sports mentality beyond everyone’s wildest dreams!! And the people from Indiana, Indanapolis deserve a new thing in life that they could be proud off!! And that’s the violence that I bring, that’s the truth that I speak off. And the truth is that I want to destroy Adrian Archer at the next week’s show. For the Trilogy Cup!! And you know why?? Because the PEOPLE that’s including you, the PEAOPLE deserve something much better than someone that could feel happy about a hard fought fight and lose to a better man… NO!!! That’s not the way!! you can’t just shrug your shoulders and say I did my best?? NO!! You deserve someone that will keep fighting until he gets what he deserves… and that’s where I come in to save YOUR lives and MINE!! You are MY people!! And you people are ME!!! And for that!!!

He suddenly takes off his shirt and reveals a Paul George Indiana Pacers shirt, causing the fans to cheer him on….

Vinnie: And for that… I thank you!!!

With that Ich Will hits as Vinnie walks to the back.

Television Title Match
Vic Vegas vs Sebastian Knight

Zach Davis: Our next match is the Television Championship match and Kyle Steel is in the ring.

Kyle Steel: The following match is for the WCF Television Chaaaaaaaaaampionship!!

"Flashing Lights" by Kanye West hits as fash bulbs go off all over the arena. Vic "Thew 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.
As he approaches the ring apron., he waits for The Pit Boss to clear the ring of any opponents or referees 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 Babylon hands them over to The Pit Boss, before cracking his neck and softly bouncing in the corner to prepare for the match.

Zach Davis: The Challenger is in the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Now, all we need is the Television Champion!!

"Guardians at the Gate" by Audio machine fills the arena via the PA system as Sebastian Knight steps through the curtain with noticeable lack of theatrics. His gait was focused as new moved down the entrance ramp, ignoring the calks 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 lift 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 iinto 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.

Kyle Steel: In the ring... The challenger... From Las Vegas, Nevada... Weighing two hundred and ten pounds... Vic "The House" Vegas!!

Zach Davis: The challenger looks ready!!

Kyle Steel: To my right, the champion... Hailing from Manhattan, New York... Weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds!! This is your defending WCF Television Champion... Sebastian Knight!!

The Television Championship is handed to Kyle, as he leaves the ring.

(DING-DING!!)

Zach Davis: Aaaand this championship match is underway!!

Both champion and challenger circle the ring. The crowd stomp their feet and clap their hands with encouragement and anticipation of the action they are about to see.

Freddy Whoa: Both Sebastian Knight and Vic Vegas crash hard into one another into a collar and elbow tie up.

Both competitors push and pull, trying to gain an advantage. Instantly, from the get go Vic Vegas is meaning business.

*EYE RAKE*

Zach Davis: OUUU!! Vic Vegas had his fingers deep in Sebastian Knight's eyes!!

*SCRAPE*

Freddy Whoa: DAMN!! First the eye rake, then the champ gets his face and eyes rated over the ring rope. This Vic Vegas is being pretty nasty!!

Zach Davis: Well.. it IS for the WCF Television Championship!!

Freddy Whoa: Now, wait a second!! What the Hell?!

Vic Vegas stumbles into the referee. The Pit Boss stands on the ring apron...

WHAM!!

Sebastian Knight falls down...

Zach Davis: Hey!! That's not right!!

Vic Vegas let's go of the referee and makes a pin cover.

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TW-...

KICKOUT!!

Freddy Whoa: It looks like the champion is getting furious by the tactics of Vic Vegas!

Sebastian proceeds to furiously nail Vic Vegas with several forearm smashes, before nailing Vegas with a knee strike on his bending head.

Zach Davis: The champion goes behind the champion...

With in a blink of an eye...

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THRE... NOOOO...

KICKOUT!!!

Knight grabs Vegas nailing him with a spinning back fist, that causes the challenger to stumble back into a corner.

Zach Davis: Uh-oh dangerous situation here!!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Sebastian Knight is going to set up for superplex.

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Nope!! Vic Vegas just popped the champ in the mouth!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Vic just flew off the middle rope with a dropkick, connecting with the champion!! The challenger is making a pin cover...

Crowd: ONE!!!

Crowd: TW- NOOOO...

KICKOUT!!

As they both stand up...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: POI!!

Freddy Whoa: DISCUS ELBOW!!

ENDING OPTION #1:
Zach Davis: That elbow knocked Vic Vegas silly!!

Vegas, wobbly on his knees, the champion grabs the challenger...

Freddy Whoa: The Champ is calling for The Pinnacle!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!!!

A powerbomb into a double knee back breaker.

Zach Davis: The referee slides into position...

Crowd: ONE!!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEEE!!!

[DING-DING-DING!!]

Kyle Steel: The winner of this match and STILL WCF Television Champion... Sebastian Knight!!!

David Sanchez/Kevin Bishop Segment

The camera opens up on the backstage corridor, just outside of the Brotherhood locker room. Some banter is heard from within; although this is not where the lens finds focus. Instead we are shown Frank Patrick Venable walking towards the aforementioned door, in his hands the Final Destination contract; encased in it's usual brushed steel briefcase. With a spring in his step, he places his left hand around the cold handle and swings the door ajar.

Just as he steps over the thresh, another figure becomes visible - this one belonging to David Sanchez. The former holder of the Final Destination mantle walks edgily; sneaking down the hall in stalk of his prey. Closer and closer the Definitive edges to Frank, an iron bar now becoming visible, the tip glimmering under the fluorescent lighting tubes. The door slams closed, and gone is FPV - his stalker now left to approach the wooden door-frame bearing the Brotherhood emblem.

Sanchez takes a few more steps now and lets the iron-bar fall completely into view, his knuckles turning white as they grip around its unforgiving mass. He places this hand behind his back; half-heartedly hiding the weapon from sight before pounding his other hand three times on the wood. At first, no answer comes and anxious grows the predatory Mayor of Chicago. Surely Frank would be the one to answer - he had to be the closest to the knock, given he had only entered the room a split second ago.

Worried now, he forces the metal weapon back inside the sleeve of his oversized sport's jacket; worn for the simple purpose of assault. The door opens once more, but instead of FPV; Kevin Bishop now stands before Sanchez. Plague to Plague they stand, their eyes meeting for what felt like the first time.

Kevin Bishop: David! Always a pleasure. We were expecting you to come a-skulking sooner. What took you so long.

His plan for squaring things up with FPV now foiled, Sanchez lets the iron length fall to the floor where it lands with a clash on the corridor flooring. He studies Kevin for a moment before allowing a sly smile to form. That same shit-eating grin he had been known to don now shines as he exposes his intentions and finds himself face to face with his first-round opponent in the Trilogy Cup tournament. The same man who ended his unpinned streak with a little assistance from the late Gemini Battle.

David Sanchez: The Fuhrer!? As I live and breathe! It's an honour to meet you.

Kevin Bishop: Hitler jokes... hilarious as always. Can I help you with something, or are you just here to "fix the ironworks?"

Sanchez lets out a small, almost inaudible laugh before turning on his heels. Disrespectfully showing his back to the People's Plague.

David Sanchez: Oh jeepers no, Kev... I was just stopping by to wish you luck in your defence tonight! I hope you don't I dunno, die or something---

The two Plagues smile awkwardly at one another for a few moments before Sanchez adds another veiled insult to the broth of sarcastic well-wishes being boiled.

David Sanchez: ...Oh, and sorry to hear about the Trilogy Cup draw. I had you picked to get to the second round before you shit the bed.

Kevin Bishop: Yeah... did you get my condolences card after you completely failed in defending your hard-earned Final Destination case against Frankie? That shit must have been humbling.

Sanchez smiles further and starts to walk away, thoughts of mutilating the People's Champion dancing joyously in his mind as Bishop firmly closes the door, flipping the former Plague the bird and muttering something under his breath as we return to in-ring action.

Andre Holmes/Rumpke vs Tom Frost/Ethan King

The Bankers Life Fieldhouse has been sold out once again. Indianapolis, Indiana truly loves the atmosphere that Sunday Night Slam brings to the table. With fans from all around the world watching and the local Indianapolis fans in the arena, this show is going to be one for the ages. The cameras cut to Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis behind the commentary table.

Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to another episode of Sunday Night Slam! We are ready for some Tag Team action tonight as our next match features former WCF United States Champion, Ethan King, teaming up with Tom Frost!

Zach Davis: Not to mention their opponents, Rumpke teaming up with the current reigning Two-Time WCF Hardcore Champion, Andre Holmes.

Freddy Whoa: You’re in for a lot of action with all four of these competitors in the ring. Let’s talk about what happened when Andre called out Odin Balfore to defend his championship at Rise up. If Ethan King or Tom Frost manages to pin Andre, would they be in contention for a title shot?

Zach Davis: When there is a singles champion in a Tag Team match, each member of the opposing team wants the pin attempt or the submission. They want a title shot no matter what however don’t let that confuse you. Ethan King and Tom Frost are looking for a victory here tonight. Let’s take it over to Kyle Steel!

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen! This is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall!

“Become a Legend” by Instrumental Core starts playing around the Fieldhouse arena. All lights around the audience slowly dims to illuminate the stage with golden lights. Once the words “Ethan King” appear on the titantron, golden colored fireworks explodes. A spotlight shines over Ethan King holding his arms out in a welcoming gesture.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

He walks down to the ring waving his right hand to the boisterous fans behind the barricades. Ethan King is very confident about his chances in the Tag Team match especially against his opponents. That slick smile on his face is not for show, it’s a clear example of his confidence for this match.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing the first team! First! Hailing him from Los Angeles, California! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 210 pounds. He is “The Eminent” Ethan King!

Zach Davis: The former WCF United States Champion is looking forward to adding Andre Holmes and Rumpke to his resume. A win over those two would surely prove to Seth Lerch that he made a mistake in not putting him in the Trilogy Cup.

Wearing black and gold wrestling tights, golden chain/cross. Ethan hops on the apron with his back leaned against the ropes. He faces the fans at ringside and cups his hands over his mouth to scream “SHOWTIME”. The response isn’t too negative but King doesn’t care. Ethan is inside the ring preparing in his corner as the lights return to normal and his music fades.

Freddy Whoa: Last week, Ethan King lashed out against Tom Frost. He felt disrespected by management and betrayed by the WCF. Tonight, he wants to render all those who are in the tournament unsuccessful in even making it to Timebomb.

“Green Onions” by Booker T & The M.G.s is the second entrance music to blast from the speaker systems. Already a bright spotlight shines center stage showing Tom Frost appearing from the backstage area dressed in a well-worn suit, loose tie and an old trilby hat. He smokes a lit cigarette between his lips, no emotion shown on his face whatsoever.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

On his strut down to the ring, he flicks the lit cig over his shoulder. Tom Frost might be the underdog for his team but he’s never one to be out of the action. Frost wants to win this match just as badly as Ethan King so the two will be on the same page. However, Frost still owes Ethan for last week’s drama as he continues to walk down to the ring with his eyes dead set on his partner.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his partner! Hailing from Darling, Washington! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 321 pounds. He is Tom Frost!

Tom climbs up the steel steps and at the last step, he takes off his hat, tie and well-worn suit. Wearing a well-worn, faded black slacks and leather boots and completely Shirtless, revealing his heavily tattooed upper arms and chest. Frost moves through the ropes and waves off Ethan King as he stands in the corner. Ethan remains on the apron.

Zach Davis: Tom Frost, one of the newest top prospects and heavily under careful surveillance. He’s very impressive in the ring and although the tension might be thick with Ethan, they need to put their differences aside because their opponents will be looking for victory!

“Last Call for Alcohol” by Hardcore Superstar changes over the atmosphere in the arena. Rumpke explodes out from the backstage area downing an entire bottle of Kentucky Corshine in his hand. He is skipping his way to center stage as he’s already killed the bottle. Rumpke smashes the glass before him and walks down to the ring smelling completely of alcohol.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

It’s kind of awkward to see a wrestler drinking a full bottle of alcohol seconds before his match. Rumpke doesn’t really care and he’s very proud of himself. Slapping hands with fans behind the barricade, he stops before the apron to look at his opponents in the ring.

Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents! First! Hailing from Odon, Indiana! At five feet, ten inches tall, weighing in at 245 pounds. He is Rumpke!

Rumpke stops before the steel steps. He picks up another bottle at the side, pops the cap open and downs the entire bottle in one chug. He smashes the bottle before climbing up the steel steps. Wearing a darker green shirt with his name on the front, on the back of it there are letters "One Drink at a Time". Right below that saying is a bottle of Kentucky Cornshine.

Freddy Whoa: Rumpke came off a huge loss against Tom Frost at Rise Up and now wants to avenge that loss. The problem is how can he avenge it when he’s trying to get himself drunk?

Rumpke almost throws up but he rubs his lips. Pacing back and forth in the corner, the nearly drunken bastard is prepared for another match of his life. Tom Frost points at Rumpke and laughs while Ethan King has no words. Once his music fades, the lights return to normal as the crowd starts chanting for Andre Holmes.

Zach Davis: Rumpke once again coming to the ring an alcoholic mess. We really need to embrace the code of conduct around here.

A known guitar riff cues all lights to shut off. The only light is the titantron showing grey colored video clips of Andre Holmes preparing backstage. “Relentless” by New Years Day is the last entrance song of the match to play cuing all the lights to flash and dance around the audience. A major spotlight covers Andre who is wearing the dark leather hoodie over his head with the championship belt around his waist.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Andre walks down to the ring with his eyes locked onto his opponent. He pauses in his walk to the ring once the lyrics are heard. “Tear Me Down...It Won’t Build You Up.” Posing in his lone wolf stance, he emits a powerful primal scream. All lights shine brightly with the stage flashing with white fireworks in a simultaneous single line fashion. After that show, he continues on his way down to the ring.

Taylor Lorde: Introducing his partner! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is the WCF Hardcore Champion, Andre Holmes!

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

Freddy Whoa: He made an excellent comeback and followed on his words. Andre defeated Crazy J at Rise Up to regain his WCF Hardcore Championship. Now is it truly confirmed that Odin Balfore shall be the one to face him? He made the offer next week seeking out the best competition and the best threats to his title reign.

Andre is stood on the middle turnbuckle outside the ropes raising the WCF Hardcore Championship belt in his right hand. Smoke covers his body from below with a spotlight to shine behind him. A visual effect of his silhouette is perfectly seen as the arena comes into complete darkness. Once that visual done, he hops over the top rope and walks over to his corner.

Zach Davis: A fighting champion and a true testament to backing up your words. Andre Holmes may have suffered a great blimp in his momentum last week but with the help of Rumpke, he may be able to regain the momentum tonight in this match.

Once his music fades away, Rumpke and Tom Frost shall be the ones to start off the match. Ethan King and Andre Holmes are in their respective corners standing on the apron. The referee waves his arm signalling the match to begin.

Ding Ding Ding!

Tom and Rumpke both leave their corners and circle the ring. Once they get into the center of the ring, they both lock up with each other. However, Tom Frost is the large opponent so he manages to just shove Rumpke face first into the canvas. When Rumpke tries to get up, he eats a Clubbing Blow down on the back that puts him on his chest again.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

He helps Rumpke back up to his feet again then uproots a knee into his ribs. Bent over, Tom scoops Rumpke off the canvas and tries to go for a Scoop Slam but Rumpke slips off the right shoulder. A good Dropkick to the back shoves Frost into the ropes where rebounds back into Rumpke. He gets up in time and nails him into the canvas with a Spinning Back Elbow into the nose!

Zach Davis: Oh my god! Brutal Spinning Back Elbow and I think Tom is knocked out from the blow! Talk about his striking background!

One!

Two!

Tom Frost kicks out and Rumpke is just getting started. He gets back up and runs into the ropes behind him until Ethan grabs him by the head. The referee warns Ethan never to do it again which opens a window for Tom to get back into the ring. After Rumpke turns around, he suffers a brutal Lifting DDT into the canvas. The signature move of Tom Frost, “Frost Bite”!

Freddy Whoa: FROST BITE! ETHAN KING MANAGED TO DISTRACT THE REFEREE LEADING TOM FROST TO HIT THE FROST BITE! HERE’S THE PIN!

One!

Two!

No! Rumpke kicks out before the hand is made and Ethan King tags himself in. He slapped the back of Tom Frost to get in on the action and already Rumpke is dragged up to his feet. Rumpke suffers a High Knee uppercutting the chin and then gets turned around. With his back facing his opponent, Ethan King hugs him from behind to nail a Bridging German Suplex!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

One!

Two!

Rumpke kicks out again and Ethan’s becoming pissed off. He gets up and slowly picks up Rumpke who breaks the hold. One great spin and he knocks Ethan down with a sick Elbow Smash almost knocking him out on the canvas.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Zach Davis: DENIED! HOW DID HE MANAGE TO KICK OUT OF THE HIGH KNEE, A GERMAN SUPLEX AND LAND THE DENIED ELBOW SMASH ON ETHAN KING?! OH MY GOD, HE TAGGED IN ANDRE HOLMES!

Tag! The Indianapolis crowd explodes for the tag of Andre Holmes. He leaps over the top rope into the ring where he immediately lands a Savate Kick knocking Ethan down into the canvas again. Tom Frost gets inside the ring and tries to swerve the cruiserweight with a Lariat but Andre ducks under it. One great leap off the canvas and Tom is knocked back with a Pele Kick on top of his head!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Tom falls down through the ropes onto the apron and Andre sees Ethan King rising on the canvas in his corner. Tom tags himself in as payback and gets inside to knock Andre Holmes out again. However, the WCF Hardcore Champion stops it with a Spinning Back Kick into the ribs. A quick Soccer Kick to the shoulder blade stands him up then a Tornado Kick into the temple knocks him into the mat!

Freddy Whoa: Look at the STRIKING of Andre Holmes! He’s going absolutely mad on him!

While Tom Frost is trying to get up in the center of the ring, Andre Holmes is standing in his designated corner preparing for the Thrust Kick. Suddenly, Frost explodes from playing possum into pushing Andre Holmes that Rumpke is tagged in by mistake. Ethan King gets tagged in and he uses that opportunity to shove Andre out of the ring.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

He takes Rumpke from behind and bends him down in a Reverse DDT. With a hook on the right arm, he lifts him up before landing that Single Underhook DDT. Rumpke is spiked on the back of his head then Ethan rolls over to pin him in the center of the ring.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach Davis: FLATLINE! FLATLINE! IT’S OVER!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, Tom Frost and Ethan King!

Freddy Whoa: Very well played tactics by Ethan King. His ambition to pull whatever trick he has under his sleeves was the reason his team succeeded tonight on Sunday Night Slam!

Adrian Archer/Adam Burnett/Jaice Wilds vs Jason O'Neal/Vinnie Jones/Jaymz

The lights go out..the introductory synthetic sounds of Europe's "Final Countdown" are accompanied by flashing lasers and strobes. The epic synthesizer we all know so well kicks in as a spotlight illuminates Alan Wayne with a mic.

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..the crowd yells THE BASTARD! just as the driving bass line of the song and house lights hit. When the words start, Adrian Archer cavilierly steps from the back in his Magnificent robe, arms outstretched, eyes closed. 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..

"IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN"

Pyro shoot 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 the next poor sap to face him is introduced with less flair and substance.

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

"Side Of A Bullet" by Nickleback hits the speakers as the Mid-Card Masterpiece enters the arena!! There are cheers and whistles and applause and those dollar store noisemakers!! Jaice makes the most epic geberic entrance you have ever seen, and sonuva bitch, are people excited!! More cheers! More applause! More noisemakers! Jaice hugs people and high fives motherfuckers and gives the fans all the love they give him!! Then he's in the ring and peoplr are STILL going nuts! The ring announcer gets a fist bump!

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

Ich Will can be heard as it echoes through the arena, the spotlight will shine on the entrance way as the arena goes black. The fans stand up as they anticipate the arrival of Vinnie Jones and not knowing what split personality it will be. He comes walking to the arena as he looks around at the crowd and smiles. He raises his arms in the air and waits for the pyro to happen before starting to punch in the air before walking to the ring. The fans cheer this version as he gets to the ring and jumps up and down before jumping on the ring apron and gets in the ring. There he takes off his sweater and prepares for his match/stares into the eyes of his opponent.

The arena lights dim, the music begins to play and Jaymz silhouette appears at the top of the ramp. As the music picks up, the lights come on and dark blue sparks shoot from both sides of the ramp and Jaymz casually makes his way to the ring showing no emotion.

Zach Davis: Here we go-

All hell breaks loose immediately as the six men begin fighting! Archer brawls with Jones, Jaymz brawls with Burnett, Wilds brawls with O'Neal!

Freddy Whoa: Archer Clotheslines Jones out as Burnett CLotheslines Jaymz out, this leaves Wilds and O'Neal as our legal men!

Zach Davis: Earlier tonight Jason O'Neal gave up the Alpha Title and now has a guaranteed World Title shot. But when will it be!?

Jaice Wilds throws O'Neal to the ropes and executes a Disaster Kick as he comes back. He stumbles up and Wilds takes the former Champ down with a Jumping Russian Legsweep!

Freddy Whoa: Jaice Wilds pins O'Neal!

ONE!

TWO!

No!, O'Neal kicks out.

Zach Davis: Jason O'Neal was the Alpha Champ for over three months, he's one of the men to beat here in the WCF.

Wilds tags in Archer. Archer lets O'Neal roll away and tags in Vinnie Jones. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and trade a bunch of rights and lefts.

Freddy Whoa: These two are going to go one on one at Timebomb as part of the Trilogy Cup Tournament!

Vinnie Jones gains the upper hand and throws Adrian Archer to the ropes but Archer reverses it and Jones goes to the ropes instead. He comes back and Archer hits a Dropkick. The crowd pops as they both get to their feet and Archer drops him with a Scoop Powerslam. He pins him.

One..

Two..

No!, Jones kicks out.

Zach Davis: Things aren't over yet for Zero Tolerance!

Archer picks Jones up but Jones shoves him away. Archer charges in and Jones grabs him in a Bearhug.

Freddy Whoa: Listen to this crowd!

They begin to chant.

Crowd: LET'S GO ARCH-ER!

Crowd: ZERO TOL-ER-ANCE!

Crowd: LET'S GO ARCH-ER!

Crowd: ZERO TOL-ER-ANCE!

Archer claps his hands across the ears of Jones and breaks free, diving and tagging in Adam Burnett!

Zach Davis: This young man hits the ring and rushes Vinnie Jones!

No!, Jones stops him dead in his tracks with a kick to the gut and a vicious BRAINBUSTER! Jones pins him.

One..

Two!..

NO!, kickout from Burnett.

Freddy Whoa: Adam Burnett and our Television Champion, Sebastian Knight, have a hell of a rivalry going on.

Jones picks him up and grapples him for a DDT but Burnett jabs his way out of it. Burnett takes Jones down with a Swinging Neckbreaker!

Zach Davis: He's in the driver's seat now, and you know Sebastian Knight is watching from backstage.

Jones gets to his feet and Burnett grapples him, going for a German Suplex, but Jones lands on his feet and then tags in Jaymz. Jaymz enters the match and goes for a Big Boot as Burnett runs at him but Burnett ducks under it, hits the ropes and comes back with a Dropkick. Jaymz stumbles up and Burnett drops him with an Atomic Drop. He then climbs up to the top.

Freddy Whoa: High risk incoming!

Zach Davis: MOONSAULT!

NO!, Jaymz gets the knees up! Jaymz quickly pins Burnett in and lifts him.

Freddy Whoa: No..

PILEDRIVER TO ADAM BURNETT! Jaymz pins him!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Burnett kicks out!

Zach Davis: How in the hell!?

Jaymz angrily picks him up but Burnett drops him with a Jawbreaker and then tags in Jaice Wilds! Wilds enters and runs at Jaymz and hits another Disaster Kick. Jaymz stumbles up and Wilds catches him with a Sprinboard Back Elbow. Jaymz still won't stay down but this time Wilds hits a Pele Kick!

Freddy Whoa: The Pele connects!

Jaice Wilds drops down and pins Jaymz.

One..

Two..

No!, kickout by Jaymz!

Zach Davis: Zero Tolerance sure has something to prove tonight!

Both men are to their feet and Wilds runs at him; Jaymz drops him with a Spinebuster. He rolls away towards his corner and Adam Burnett tags himself back in.

Freddy Whoa: Adam Burnett is still hurting but he's got the heart, he runs at Jaymz-

Jaymz catches him with one hand and lifts him up.

Zach Davis: Uh oh.

Adrian Archer enters the ring but so does Vinnie Jones, and the two collide and brawl out of the ring. Jason O'Neal runs at Wilds and Clotheslines him out as Jaymz drops Burnett with the Silence!

Freddy Whoa: Jaymz with the pin.

One..

Two..

Three.

Zach Davis: ZERO TOLERANCE WINS IT!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: And there you have it! The odd pairing of The Real Deal and Zero Tolerance pick up the win.

Jaymz and Jones celebrate in the middle of the ring. O'Neal goes to get his Alpha Title until realizing his vacated it earlier, not quite used to not being Champion yet.

Odin Balfore/Wade Moor Segment

In the back of the area, Wade Moor is getting ready for his match as Odin Balfore walks down the hall towards him.

Odin Balfore: Where you goin’, son fish? I think that me and you have some unfinished business to take care of.

Wade Moor: Balfore, our business will never be finished.

Odin Balfore: We’ll see about that.

Odin runs and hits a bicycle kick that knocks Wade to the ground. Odin picks Wade back up and throws him into a wall before laying the boots to him while prone.

Odin Balfore: You think this is a game Wadesmith; hmm? You think this is a game? Get up.

Odin grabs Wade and throws him back first into the other side of the hallway like a toy.

Zach Davis: Odin Balfore letting out some of the rage that has been building for weeks now. Wade Moor has gotten the upper hand on the All Father for weeks and we don’t know why Wade is targeting Odin but it looks like Odin has had enough.

The All Father picks up Wade again and choke slams him onto an equipment trunk as security rushes to the scene to try and split the two up.

Freddy Whoa: I think Wade is laughing. I think he enjoys this.

Zach Davis: I think he knows he’s getting to the All Father.

Freddy Whoa: I don’t think that’s smart.

Zach Davis: Well Wade thinks it is.

Wade Moor: Whats wrong, Balfore; have you had enough yet? HA.HA. HA. Your judgement day is coming. You’ll see. It’s all part of my plan.

The All Father throws security around to try and fight through them to get to Wade but he has already slipped out of view as the All Father yells in frustration.

Teddy Blaze vs FPV vs Spencer Adams

The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat echoes throughout the arena, signalling the arrive of Teddy Blaze! The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp.

With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Blaze appears before them, holding his hands out over his head and bathing in the applause. He takes a deep bow and walks towards the ring, waving to the fans along the way. He wears an almost cocky grin as he rolls between the ropes, offering his opponent an extended handshake before shrugging and walking to the turnbuckle.

He holds his arms over his head and yells out "WCF Forever!" as he does so, eliciting a cheer from the audience as the music reaches its zenith. He turns and steps back into the ring, waiting for the bell.

The lights dim to a blood red, as glitchy electronic noises fill the arena. Many suspect that "Ghosts n' Stuff" is about to play...until instead they get a snippet of multiple songs. First "You Know My Name," then "Mountain Song," "Ghosts 'n Stuff, "The Scott Pilgrim Anthem," and finally "Professional Griefers." This snippets play seemingly at random until all sound stops, and the lights go off completely, until three words pop up on the titantron, in big white letters.

"FRANK PATRICK VENABLE"

The crowd explodes in applause as "True North" hits the P.A and Frank Patrick Venable finally makes his entrance, dressed in a dark red hoodie and wrestling tights, ready for a fight. He runs down to the ring at an almost inhumane speed, sliding into the ring from underneath the bottom rope. He panders to the always appreciative crowd before removing his hoodie and entering his corner, waiting for the bell.

A video feed of a single light swinging back and forth is seen on the titantron as the camera zooms towards the stage. As the swinging stops, all goes black as the fans begin to cheer in anticpation.

The opening riff to Supremacy by Muse hits the PA as strobe lights flicker and a blue smoke fills the stage. As the song picks up, Spencer steps onto the stage and lifts his right arm high into the air.

Spencer makes his way down the ramp, jumping up onto different spots on the barricade and high fiving fans before charging into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He motions for the fans to make some noise before leaping down and waiting for his opponent.

Zach Davis: What a match we've got here.

Freddy Whoa: The People's Choice. Vic Venable, Teo Del Sol, and Spencer Adams. This isn't quite that Trio but.... well, it's damn close.

Zach Davis: It goes to show what these men have been through in the past several months and years. Teo Del Sol became Teddy Blaze. Vic Venable is no longer in WCF but Frank Patrick Venable is the Final Destination contract holder. And Spencer Adams... he's returning almost literally out of nowhere!

The crowd is responding before any of the three men do anything.

Crowd: PEOPLE'S CHOICE! PEOPLE'S CHOICE! PEOPLE'S CHOICE!

Freddy Whoa: Who says WCF doesn't have strong faces?

Teddy Blaze is the first to make a move, he runs at Spencer Adams and Dropkicks him. Adams didn't see it coming and flies into the turnbuckle, slumping into it. FPV runs at Blaze but Blaze kicks him in the gut. He grabs FPV by the head and then runs towards Adams, still against the turnbuckle; he Dropkicks Adams and then as he's flying, drops FPV with a Tornado DDT!

Zach Davis: Amazing!

Blaze quickly pins FPV.

One!

Two!

No!, FPV kicks out. Blaze gets back to his feet as Spencer Adams rushes him; Blaze hits him with a Roundhouse Kick before hitting a Hurricanrana into a pin.

One..

Two..

No!, kickout from Spencer Adams now.

Freddy Whoa: Teddy Blaze is a man in the shadows. The shadow of the People's Title, the shadow of the Internet Title, the shadow of WCF itself. He's got a lot to prove.

FPV is up and Blaze fires off a Dropkick but FPV swats him away. FPV hits a series of quick jabs chopping him in the chest against a turnbuckle.

Crowd: WHOOO!

FPV goes to throw him into the opposite corner Spencer Adams pops up out nowhere and drops Blaze with a Flapjack. Blaze rolls out of the ring and FPV runs at Adams, taking him down with a Sling Blade. FPV keeps the momentum going and hits the ropes before coming back.

Zach Davis: I HERD U LIEK FIST DROPS!?

Freddy Whoa: Fuckin' memes and whatever.

FPV pins Adams.

One..

Two..

Kickout by Adams. Both men are to their feet but turn as they see something out of the corner of their eye - Teddy Blaze Springboards into the ring and Dropkicks down both men!, one with each leg. FPV rolls out but Teddy grabs Spencer before he can; Blaze pins him.

One..

Two..

Another kickout by Adams.

Zach Davis: These two men fighting to make sure Spencer Adams' return is not a successful one.

Blaze lifts Adams up but Adams shoves him away. Adams goes for a quick kick, Blaze catches it and Adams snaps off an Enziguri! Blaze quickly gets back to his feet but Adams runs at him and executes a Running Neckbreaker. FPV has re-entered the ring and runs at Adams, Adams executes a Hurricanrana that sends FPV flying out of the ring. Adams measures FPV up as FPV gets to his feet...

Freddy Whoa: Here we go....

SUICIDE DIVE!

Zach Davis: Perfectly executed!, Spencer Adams crashes to the outside on FPV!

Teddy Blaze is up on the outside. He runs to the opposite ropes then runs towards FPV and Adams.

Freddy Whoa: TOPE CON WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!

Teddy Blaze hits a crazy high flying move that the annoucners don't even have a name for!

Zach Davis: We're lucky this is on TV because I can't describe that whatsoever!

All three men lay on the outside breathing heavily. Teddy Blaze is the first one up and lifts FPV, rolling him back into the ring. Blaze gets back onto the apron and Springboards in, hitting a Splash onto FPV and going for the pin.

One...

Two...

No!, kickout by FPV.

Freddy Whoa: This is a PPV calibur match. We're not going to see it end with anything but a finisher.

Zach Davis: Don't spoil it for them, Freddy.

Blaze gets up-

Freddy Whoa: Running Bulldog into the ropes from Spencer Adams!, who came back out of nowhere.

FPV has stumbled up and Spencer Adams hits him with a Running Knee to the gut. FPV goes down and Adams hits the ropes and comes back, hitting a Running Senton Flip. He pins FPV.

One..

Two..

Freddy Whoa: Is this it?

No!, kickout from FPV.

Freddy Whoa: What'd I tell you? Nothing but finishers will finish this.

Zach Davis: Shut up!

Spencer Adams positions himself on the middle of the top rope.

Freddy Whoa: We've seen this before... Flying Knee Plancha!

No!, before he can fly off Teddy Blaze runs at him - no!, Adams knees Blaze in the face! Blaze spins away before turning back to Adams, Adams jumps off.

Zach Davis: Flying Knee Plancha! He hits it!

Adams pins Blaze.

One..

Two..

No!, broken up by FPV!

Freddy Whoa: That could've been it! It wasn't a finisher but close enough!

FPV lifts Adams and hits a Snapmare before kicking him in the spine. He then runs to the ropes and hits a Natural Selection style Neckbreaker. He waits for Adams to get to his feet.

Zach Davis: The dynamite is about to go off.

FPV fires off his kick.

Crowd: BOOM!

Adams ducks the boot from FPV.

Crowd: HEADSHOT!

FPV connects with an unsuspecting Teddy Blaze! Blaze collapses like a sack of po-ta-toes and FPV pins him!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, broken up by Spencer Adams!

Freddy Whoa: Okay, even a finisher won't end this!

FPV rolls away and motions for Spencer Adams to come at him, which Spencer does; Spencer executes a Flying Headscissors. FPV rotates his body so he lands on his feet. Adams didn't see this coming and the surprise allows FPV to run at him with a Clothesline.

Crowd: FUS ROH DUH!

Adams gets back to his feet quickly but FPV lifts him up and hits a BRAINBUSTAH outta nowhere.

Zach Davis: FPV WITH THE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Blazing Kneeto FPV's head from Teddy Blaze!

Freddy Whoa: HOLY SHIT!

Blaze pins FPV, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, FPV kicks out!

Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE HOLY SHIT!

Teddy Blaze slides out of the ring and positions himself.

Zach Davis: HABANERO HIGH DIVE!

NO!, Spencer Adams jumps into the fray and catches Teddy Blaze.

Freddy Whoa: He's got him in position...

Zach Davis: SPENCER ADDAMS HITS THE VACCINE!

PIN ON TEDDY BLAZE!

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Freddy Whoa: NO! NO! FPV BREAKS IT UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

The crowd erupts!

Crowd: This is awesome! Clapclapclapclapclap! This is awesome! Clapclapclapclapclap!

FPV quickly lifts Blaze up and throws him to the ropes.

Zach Davis: BOOM!

No, Blaze has it scouted and ducks it; he hits the ropes and comes back.

Freddy Whoa: BLAZING KNEE!

Spencer Adams is up, he runs at Teddy Blaze.

Zach Davis: ANOTHER BLAZING KNEE!

NO!, Spencer Adams ducks it and Teddy Blaze is sent flying out of the ring! He lands on the apron. Adams runs at him but Blaze pulls the ropes down, sending Adams crashing violently to the outside. Blaze turns his attention into the ring and Springboards.

Freddy Whoa: HABANERO HIGH DIVE!

HE HITS IT! ONTO FPV!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: TEDDY BLAZE WINS IT!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: This is a match we never thought we'd see - and Teddy Blaze walks out victorious here tonight!

Zach Davis: FPV has his hands full when he is the first stop on the Corey Black Retirement Tour at Timebomb, while Teddy Blaze faces Crazy J.

Freddy Whoa: Zero Tolerance may be the Next Big Thing still running roughshod over the WCF but Teddy Blaze just proved, one more time, that no matter what anyone has to say - he is here to say.

We go to commercial with Teddy Blaze celebrating.

Skyler Striker Segment

“With our hands held high, we're screaming...”

Zach Davis: He's not booked tonight but I had a feeling we'd be hearing from Skyler Striker and here he is!

“Hands” by The Almost bursts into life and Skyler Striker walks onto the stage dressed in his traditional football shirt (this week Roma) and jeans. He hi-fives the fans on his way to the ring and bounces along with his music.

Freddy Whoa: Big match for Striker against Gravedigger next week at Timebomb.

Striker grabs his microphone and plays to the crowd for a few more seconds before he speaks.

Skyler Striker: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, wrestling fans of all ages: it is good to be BACK! Jumping back into a WCF ring last week on Slam and winning that tag match brought back all the good memories of my time here many years ago and the best part of it all is? I don't feel a single day older.

The crowd pop and Striker eats it up, continuing.

Skyler Striker: And that is bad news for my opponent at Timebomb next week, Gravedigger. You see, while I was winning last week, Digger was continuing his losing streak. And I've gotta say, I'm a little concerned. Not for the wellbeing of my foe, but for the chance that the fans might not get the entertaining match they were hoping for from us.

Freddy Whoa: Big talk from the returning vet here.

Zach Davis: If anyone can back it up, Striker can, but I agree – I'm not sure that aggravating a man like Gravedigger is the best course of action here.

Skyler Striker: The way it's shaping up, I'm going to wipe the floor with Gravedigger. I'm considering drawing up a list of my next opponents. I'm thinking, in no particular order-

BANG. Striker hits the mat hard thanks to a hard chairshot.

Zach Davis: Gravedigger! Gravedigger from behind with a steel chair!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like he's finally had enough of hearing Striker run his mouth, and who can blame him!

BANG. BANG. BANG. Every time Striker tries to get onto a knee or back to his feet, Gravedigger sends him back down with another chair shot. BANG. Drops of blood hit the mat as Striker's forehead is busted open. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. By the time Striker can't get up again he has taken roughly fifteen chair shots. The crowd shout their disapproval but it doesn't stop Digger from throwing the chair to the mat and hoisting a woozy Striker to his feet.

Zach Davis: Uh oh... I don't think he's helping him up out of generosity here.

Freddy Whoa: I think this is a case of 'what goes up must come down'.

Gravedigger lifts Striker up onto his shoulder and the boos ring out as Digger delivers a brutal sitting piledriver to his opponent.

Zach Davis: Death Driver on the steel chair! Striker has sent Digger off the deep end here and he's paying for it in blood!

Gravedigger grabs the microphone Striker was using and unfolds the steel chair, sitting in it right next to Striker's prone form.

Gravedigger: Man, you really need to learn to shut your mouth. You walked in the door two weeks ago, win one match and all of a sudden you think you're the shit again? You don't deserve the respect of a good match with me. I'm the one lowering myself to your level and I'm doing it for one reason: to remind you why you couldn't hack it here.

Boos from the crowd. Gravedigger pays them no attention, lazily kicking Striker's limp arm with no response.

Gravedigger: I don't need to waste my time babysitting a corpse here tonight so I'll be brief. While I think you talk a lot of crap, you did spit out one truth – the fans are looking forward to seeing Gravedigger versus Skyler Striker. They do want an entertaining match. So I vow to you, Mr. Striker, they will get one. At Timebomb, they can bring their own chairs for me to hit you over the head with. Hell, they can bring whatever weapons they want, and I'll use each and every last one of them to remind you why they call me 'The Epitome of Hardcore'.

Digger drops his mic, picks up his chair and slams it down on Striker one more time before letting out a primal roar and leaving the ring. Medical officials come down to tend to Striker.

Zach Davis: Looks like we're in for a Fans Bring The Weapons match at Timebomb between Gravedigger and Skyler Striker! If anything's for certain, this will be entertaining!

Freddy Whoa: Absolutely. Striker's gonna have a hell of a job even making it there next week though after that brutal attack, he's not walking out tonight on his own legs!

Zach Davis: Who wins that one is anyone's guess!

Steven Singh vs Wade Moor

The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." and golden pyros form 5 ft high fountains across the stage. The menacing beat of the Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain fills the arena and The Superstar Steven Singh steps out with tag title around his waist to an enthusiastic, if mixed, reaction. Stopping on the stage he smiles wry and smug, right arm raised in the air, back of his hand to the crowd, left hand behind his back. As the gold fountains shrink back into the stage, The Superstar lowers his hand, twirling his wrist and half-bowing his head with faux gratitude to the fans. He smiles, heading down to the ring and jawing with the crowd as his name is announced over the PA. Singh climbs the stairs to the apron, wipes his feet, steps through the ropes and then bounces up, arms extended to his sides with his palms up soaking in the alternating adulation and animosity.

The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back - and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 255 lbs….WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!

Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides his guitar in, and then slides in himself, slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.

“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”

He removes his straw hat and hands his effects to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. He starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits the start of the match.

Zach Davis: Wade Moor can't be of sound mind after everything that happened earlier.

Freddy Whoa: What about Singh? He has to watch his Tag Team Championship partner team with another man later tonight. I believe that makes him what the kids these days are referring to as a "cuck."

The two men don't waste any time and begin brawling in the center of the ring, throwing caution to the wind!, each hitting the other with whatever lefts and rights they can get in.

Zach Davis: Looks like they've decided to take out their frustrations on each other!

Singh gains the upper hand and throws Moor to the ropes, and as Moor is coming back he's able to Clothesline Singh down. Singh gets back up and Moor runs into a Hip Toss from Thievin' Steven. Moor gets back to his feet and Singh hits a series of Muy Thai kicks. He ends the sequence with a Snap Suplex, floating over into a pin.

One..

Two..

No!, kickout by Moor. He goes to put Moor into a Spinning Toe Hold but Moor kicks him away.

Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor is not only a former World Champion, but a former One main eventer as well. If Singh can win here, it'll add a lot of credibility and shut Flash up a little bit. Maybe.

Zach Davis: Not a chance.

Moor is to his feet and Singh runs at him only to get an uppercut. And another, and another, a series of very watery uppercuts! Singh is sent into the ropes and Wade whips him across the ring. As Singh comes back Moor executes a High Lift Spinebuster and goes for a pin of his own.

One...

Two...

No!, kickout from Singh.

Freddy Whoa: Singh rolls out of the ring now, but Moor isn't far behind.

SUICIDE DIVE FROM WADE MOOR!

Zach Davis: Jesus!

Moor quickly gets back to his feet and picks Singh up, throwing him into the ring steps. Singh crashes into them with a THUD!

Freddy Whoa: No matter what is going on with Pantheon, if they have any chance of staying together, Joey Flash retaining that World Championship is definitely in their best interest. I don't know if Wade is trying to injure Singh on purpose here, but it wouldn't surprise me.

Singh has stumbled up and Wade goes to throw him to the guardrail, but Singh reverses it and sends Wade into the guardrail instead! Wade stumbles away and clutches his back in pain. This allows Singh to kick him in the gut before hitting another Snap Suplex!, this time on the cold, hard concrete!

Zach Davis: OOF.

Singh gets back up and starts stomping away at Moor, viciously. Moor tries to crawl away but Singh lifts him up and puts him onto his shoulders.

Freddy Whoa: What strength... Fireman's Carry.. What does he have in mind?

Whatever it is, Moor slides behind him and shoves him face first into the turnbuckle! Singh's head clangs against the buckle. He backs up into a sharp elbow from Moor to the back of his head, dropping Singh.

Zach Davis: These two have been stiff as all hell with each other, just taking out all of their frustrations.

Singh gets to his feet and Moor runs at him, Clotheslining him and sending both men flying over the guardrail and into the audience!

Freddy Whoa: The ref has thrown this one out!

Singh and Moor continue brawling through the crowd as we go to commercial.

Corey Black Segment

We fade up on Corey Black, backstage inside his Pantheon locker room; he's dressed in casual black clothing, loose back tee with combat pants, standing opposite him is his long time confidant and former girlfriend, Nikki Venus. Nikki brushes aside a lock of long straight black hair away from her pale skin before speaking; her purple Lycra under armor top and tight jeans garnering a testosterone fueled whoop from the mostly male crowd in attendance.

Nikki Venus: You can't go out there tonight, Corey. That's what Crow wants. He's hounding you into making the same mistake week after week, and we can't allow that. You have to take charge of this situation now, before it's too late.

Corey Black: I don't run from anyone, Nikki. Especially insects like Crow; thirsty plebs that have forgotten their place on the ladder. Fools that need a wake up call. Crow needs to realize whose world he crawls on. If it takes a Burning Hammer into a barbed wire table to wake him up? Then so be it. I'm though running from my ghosts. It's time I dealt with them. In person.

Nikki Venus: Please, Corey--

Nikki reaches out for Corey, but he pulls back. Walks out an exit and into a corridor.

Nikki Venus: Damn it!

We follow Corey as he passes some tech guys as he marches purposefully towards the stage. Corey turns a corner into a deserted part of the backstage area. Above Corey are some luminous tubing that winks sporadically. As Corey continues to walk, his steel toed shoes clatter against the cold limonium floor beneath.

Corey shuffles to a stop as he sees something happening up ahead. The lights above are winking out. One by one, a wave of incoming darkness is inbound as the sounds of distant cries encroaches upon the confusion.

A shape is moving within the dark.

Corey Black: Who is this? Crow! This that you? Say something you bastard!

We see a bloodied luchador approach as he crawls on his hands and knees. A snail's trail of crimson bringing up the rear. The mysterious wrestler is masked with a familiar disguise from Corey's past.

Corey Black: F-Frost? But you can't be...I assumed your identity. You disappeared long ago. You can't be...

We hear muffled cries as the Frost phantom reaches out for Corey. Instead of making purchase with Frost's shaking, fear gripped hands, Corey goes for the strangers mask instead. Snatching it away to discover--

Corey Black: HOLY FUCK!

There's nothing beneath! The mask that was ripped away the body of the luchador becomes little more than an elaborate empty suit, as it's carried away on a sudden gust of wind; back into the darkness. Merging with the void.

We hear a cackle...a deep, rasping voice that can only belong to one man.

Corey Black: Crow....

Corey looks at the mask in his hand as his veins run cold with fear.

Roll Slam Sting.

Crazy J/Erik Black vs Joey Flash/Captain Pantheon

The arena lights go dark then the red strobe light plays and co2 cannons spray out fog. Crazy J walks out Erbody but me by Tech N9ne plays. J walks towards the ring and he simply doesn’t give a fuck he just slowly walks to the ring and doesn’t even notice the crowd is there he doesn’t address those that cheer for him or the ones that boo him.

Death Trend Setta by Cross fade hits on the PA system as the lights go dark. A spotlight shines on the entrance stage as Erik walks out. He has a black towel over his face. He stops at the ramp and looks around before darting to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest turnbuckle. He climbs it. He does a black flip off of it while throwing the black towel into the crowd. He then simply waits for his opponents.

Zach Davis: Zero Tolerance is here! They were successful in their match earlier tonight... can they own this Slam and win the main event?

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

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

Freddy Whoa: It seems like Zero Tolerance is ready to get this show on the road, but Captain Pantheon is "marking out" as the kids say over Joey's entrance.

He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foes with both apathy and disgust.

Zach Davis: You've got to wonder what the mindset of Joey Flash is. He's got a lot going on. On one hand, not only Pantheon but #beachkrew itself seems to be imploding. He's got the former Alpha Champion, Jason O'Neal, with a shot at his belt. He's got FPV with the Final Destination briefcase. And his partner tonight, Captain Pantheon, could be the deciding factor on if he walks out of Timebomb as the WCF World Heavyweight Champion at all.

Freddy Whoa: .....whoa.

The bell sounds and Captain Pantheon asks Flash who Joey wants to start. Joey lets the Captain start the match for his team. Crazy J starts for his.

Zach Davis: Finally, here we go!

Crazy J runs at Captain Pantheon and gets a Hip Toss for his trouble. J gets back to his feet and Captain Pantheon yells for J to bring it again. J does and this time the Captain ducks away from him and then hits an Ear Clap. Captain looks over to Joey to ask if he's doing good. Joey nods, but the distraction allowed Crazy J the chance to get back to his feet and grab Captain from behind; J executes a Belly to Back Suplex and Joey winces.

Freddy Whoa: Captain Pantheon can't forget, as much as he may love Joey Flash, er, Splash, whatever, his Tag Team Championship partner is Steven Singh.

Zach Davis: A man can have more than two friends, Freddy. He's allowed to admire Joey and Steven at the same time.

Freddy Whoa: I wish my wife had the same philosophy.

Zach Davis: Your wife doesn't let you admire both Joey Flash and Steven Singh?

Freddy Whoa: ....exactly.

Crazy J runs to the ropes and as Captain Pantheon gets up, Crazy J drops him with a Spear! J goes for the pin.

One..

Two..

No!, Captain Pantheon kicks out. Crazy J tags in Erik Black. Erik Black grabs Captain Pantheon by the leg and puts him in an Ankle Lock!

Zach Davis: Captain Pantheon may not make it to Timebomb!

Captain Pantheon is still relatively fresh and scurries to his corner.... and Joey Flash tags himself in. Flash enters the match and hits Black with a swift punch right to the money maker, breaking the Ankle Lock. Erik Black rolls away and gets to his feet. Flash goes for another punch, executing a boxing combo, and Black hits the mat and stays down. Flash pins him.

One..

Two..

No!, kickout by Black.

Freddy Whoa: No love lost between Zero Tolerance and Joey Flash, that is for sure.

Flash lifts Black up, lazily, cockily. He goes for a Neckbreaker but Black is able to push Flash away, surprising him. Flash hits the ropes and as he comes back Erik Black hits him with an Exploder!

Zach Davis: EXPLODER SUPLEX TO THE WORLD CHAMPION!

Erik Black quickly goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, kickout by Flash.

Freddy Whoa: Can you imagine if a member of Zero Tolerance pinned Joey Flash!? It would be as crazy as the Big Time Jerks winning the Trios Titles!

Zach Davis: I don't think that is a fair comparison, Freddy, but it WOULD be crazy!

Black lifts Flash up and puts him in a Headlock as he tags Crazy J back into the match. Crazy J gets onto the top rope and hits an Axe Handle Smash onto the back of the Champ. Joey stumbles away in pain as Black gets back onto the apron. Crazy J lifts Joey up and throws him to the ropes before dropping him with a vicious Spinebuster!

Freddy Whoa: Arn Anderson style!, he just drove the Champ to the mat.

Crazy J waits for Joey Flash to get to his feet and hooks him for a Reverse DDT. Joey Flash elbows him a few times and switches behind him. He goes for a German Suplex but Crazy J is able to hold onto the ropes. Flash rolls away and then rushes J but J elbows him, turns around, and grabs a stunned Joey Flash by the throat.

Zach Davis: CHOKESLAM!

J goes for another pin on the Champion!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Flash kicks out again!

Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash isn't the World Champion because he gets pinned by Chokeslams in tag matches, Zach. He's the best in the company and every match he shows it.

Crazy J waits for Joey to get to his feet again and this time begins stomping his foot.

Zach Davis: Superkick incoming!

Crazy J fires off his Superkick but Joey ducks it!, rolls him up in a Schoolboy!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Crazy J kicks out! Both men are to their feet and Crazy J snaps off a Superkick again!

Freddy Whoa: IT CONNECTS!

Crazy J quickly tags in Erik Black. He runs and Clotheslines Captain Pantheon off the apron as Black lifts Joey up and takes him back down.

Zach Davis: FADE TO BLACK! FADE TO BLACK!

Freddy Whoa: GUILLOTINE CHOKE APPLIED!

Erik Black has it locked in! Joey Flash is right in the middle of the ring!

Zach Davis: HE'S GOTTA TAP!

Captain Pantheon jumps onto the apron. Crazy J runs at him and Captain Pantheon grabs his head and drops down, breaking his jaw on the ropes. Captain Pantheon slides back into the ring and Crazy J runs at him again, this time Captain Pantheon is able to throw him over the top. The Captain then runs at Erik Black and drops an elbow on him!, breaking the hold!

Freddy Whoa: Captain Pantheon saves Joey Flash!

Zach Davis: If you ask Joey, I'm sure he'll tell you he was about to break out of it anyway.

Erik Black angrily gets to his feet and kicks Captain Pantheon in the gut before taking him down with a Sambo Suplex. He rolls out of the ring. Joey Flash is still out. With Captain Pantheon neutralized, Black begins climbing to the top.

Freddy Whoa: Here it comes....

Erik Black flies!

Zach Davis: OVERLOAD OF AN UNBELIEVABLE EXPERIENCE!

NO!, Flash rolls away! Black stumbles up and tags in Crazy J. Crazy J runs at Flash to take him out before Flash can get back into this but Joey catches him with a few swift kicks to his legs before a few more boxing combo punches to the face.

Freddy Whoa: Crazy J fires back with lefts and rights of his own!

Crazy J pulls Flash in for a Sleeper.

Zach Davis: DISTURBED DREAMS!

NO!, Flash rans himself backwards, squashing Crazy J into the turnbuckle. He quickly turns as Crazy J stumbles out.

Freddy Whoa: SUDDEN FLASH!

Flash hits his patented punch! Captain Pantheon is marking out on a nearby corner when Joey Flash tags him.

Zach Davis: WWHHAATT!!

Joey Flash tells Captain Pantheon to climb to the top. Excitedly, the Captain does.

Freddy Whoa: BANZAIIIIIII!!!!

Captain Pantheon lands on top of Crazy J!

Zach Davis: ONE!

Joey Flash Dropkicks Erik Black out of the ring as he tries to break it up!

Freddy Whoa: TWO!

Zach Davis: THREE!

Freddy Whoa: CAPTAIN PANTHEON WINS IT!

The bell sounds. Captain Pantheon hops to his feet and hugs Joey Flash. Flash gingerly shoves Captain Pantheon off, not wanting to anger the referee for the Timebomb main event.

Zach Davis: Joey Flash took a hell of a beating tonight, and at the end of the day he made sure that it was Captain Pantheon that walked away getting the glory. Simple minds would see this as a selfless act.... but knowing Joey Flash as well as we do, it was the exact opposite.

As Zero Tolerance regroup on the outside, Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain plays. Joey Flash looks towards the entryway, anger creeping onto his face. Captain Pantheon has been handed his Tag Title, and Joey now has his World Title as well. Steven Singh marches towards the ring, his own Tag Title over his shoulder.

Freddy Whoa: ONE WEEK FROM TONIGHT!, Steven Singh and Joey Flash go one on one, one more time... to determine the WCF World Heavyweight Champion.

Captain Pantheon is still marking out, but now it is for Steven Singh entering the fray.

Zach Davis: With THAT goofball as our referee.

Steven Singh enters the ring and goes to step up to Joey Flash. Singh raises his Tag Title in the air and nods to the Captain to do the same. Before he can, Flash shakes his head, telling him not to. Captain already had the belt half up and doesn't know quite what to do with his two heroes standing face to face.

Freddy Whoa: He'll have to decide at Timebomb. And speaking of time... we're out of it!

The confusion in Captain Pantheon's face is evident even beyond his mask as Steven Singh and Joey Flash stand face to face, the perplexed and torn Captain standing between them as we fade to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Justin Turner vs Jack Timbers vs Adam Bass

Andre Holmes Segment

Jason O'Neal Segment

American Carnage vs Udy/Amber Lynn

Stehen Anderson Segment

Adam Young/Dark Angel/Jay West vs Stalker/Menaki/Captain Rump

Dag Riddik Segment

People's Title Match: Bishop vs Kevin Bishop

Vinnie Jones Segment

Television Title Match: Vic Vegas vs Sebastian Knight

David Sanchez/Kevin Bishop Segment

Andre Holmes/Rumpke vs Tom Frost/Ethan King

Adrian Archer/Adam Burnett/Jaice Wilds vs Jason O'Neal/Vinnie Jones/Jaymz

Odin Balfore/Wade Moor Segment

Teddy Blaze vs FPV vs Spencer Adams

Skyler Striker Segment

Steven Singh vs Wade Moor

Corey Black Segment

Crazy J/Erik Black vs Joey Flash/Captain Pantheon

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Jason O'Neal
Match:
Teddy Blaze vs FPV vs Spencer Adams
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