the Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, New Hampshire
Corey Black is loitering in his dressing room; his usual attire is stretched over a somewhat nervous frame as occasional manager/confidant/girlfriend Nikki Venus stands opposite him. TMNT Security have been hired for the night; Calzone smiles as he pops his head inside the room, giving the strained couple a thumbs up. Nothing to report.
Nikki Venus: Crow isn't going to attack Kaz's idiot friends tonight, hiring them as security was a master stroke.
Corey Black: Yeah, congratulations. Remind me to hit ebay and pick you up a medal.
Nikki Venus: Some gratitude wouldn't go amiss; after all, you're about to have your first quiet night in over a month.
Corey Black: Oh yeah love of my life? And just how many chickens have you counted so far? That fucking bastard is going to show up. Crow's possessed.
Nikki Venus: He's a McMorris. Nothing more. We can handle--
Corey Black: Handle what? Do you actually know what's happening here?! Do you realize who the voice on the tapes is?
There's a long pause before Nikki speaks.
Nikki Venus: Get it together, Corey. What you're saying. It's impossible.
Corey Black: This is the WCF. Impossible is usually someone's famous last words.
Corey's smart phone rings, the ring tone is “Bad Blood” by Taylor Swift. Nikki is non too pleased as Corey answers.
Corey Black: Hello, its...
A video message appears on the phone: It's a dark night in Iowa. A single burning torch illuminates the face of an ageing John Drok, Corey Black's old wresting coach from the genesis of his career. Drok is dressed in a red flannel shirt and faded jeans. He has a haunted expression etched across his mid fifties face. Distant. It's as if his strings are being puppeteered by the hands of the devil.
Corey Black: Mister Drok? John...are you okay?
Nothing for a beat, then John speaks.
John Drok: Everything you've touched, Corey. It's corrupted. Wrong. You're a disgrace. To this business. To the WCF. To me. You've corrupted my legacy, Corey. And now, I have to burn that legacy away. Burn it all down. Because of you.
Corey Black: JOHN! NO!
John lowers the torch and ignites a trail of flame that leads to Drok's empty wrestling school in the distance, setting it ablaze. A silent Corey watches as his old mentor's world is engulfed with a plume of bright orange flame. The madness rises into the night air as the phone screen cracks under the strain of Corey's grip.
Corey Black: Crow is going to die for this, Nikki. Permanently.
Black drops the phone to the floor as we cut to a commercial. The imagery on screen becoming distorted as we hear inhuman, haunting laughter.
Stalker/Udy vs American Carnage vs Menaki/Captain Rump
We make our way to the ring for the first match of the night and can see the 3 teams already waiting
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Sunday night Slam my name is Freddy Whoa joined as always by Zach Davies
Zach Davis: Freddy lets not waste our time here folks we kick off our show with classic WCF triangle tag action lets send it up to Kyle for the introductions
Kyle Steele: Ladies and Gentlemen this first match will be a traditional WCF Triangle tag team match!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first in the corner to my right, The team of Stalker and THE DEMON WOLF UDY!
Both men Acknowledge the crowd
Kyle Steel: And their opponents in the corner to my left BANNON AND CON WAY! AMERICAN CARNAGE!
Niether man moves the converse in the corner ignoring the crowds reaction completely
Kyle Steel: And Finally! Standing in the far left MENAKI! AND RUMPKE!
Freddy Whoa: AMERICAN CARNAGE JUMP ON THE OTHER 2 TEAMS RIGHT FROM THE START!
Bannon and Conway somehow manage to take down 2 men each with a simultaneous attack dumping their opponents from the ring and standing tall before hitting the ropes to follow them out with stereo suicide dives on opposite sides of the ring but things dont end the way they plan,
Freddy Whoa: Bannon gets caught by the 300 pound menaki who tosses him in to the ring apron then Rumpke knocks him for 6 with an Elbow smash as he rebounds back out!
Zach Davis: On the other side Conway took an enzugiri to the face from Udy and and big boot for desert from Stalker! What a way to open this show!
The crowds already screaming WCF as Menaki and Rumpke Slide into the ring to face off with Udy and Stalker, they sound off on each other and decide to just have a tag match letting things commence with Udy and Menaki in the ring
Zach Davis: I dunno how wise it was to let Udy in the with big Menanki this early in the match, unless the plan is to tire out the 300 pounder this is gunna be a long climb for the wolfman
They go into a lock up but Udy drops to his knees and goes through Menaki's legs and up onto his feet hitting the ropes and nailing a drop kick to the big mans back stumbling him forwards towards stalker who unloads with a forearm smash as Udy nails a sprinting dropkick too Rumpke knocking him from the apron then dives into a roll up
Freddy Whoa: HERE IT IS!
Kyle Steel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YOUR WINNERS! STALKER AND THE DEMON WOLF UDY!!!!!!!
Isao Oja Segment
The camera clambers away from the theatrics of the arena momentarily and soon we find ourselves watching the car parking structure attatched to the left-side of the arena, particularly three freshly marked parking spaces. If we strain our eyes enough, a faint outline of a wheelchair is still visible underneath the new logo upon the tarmac which reads "Everest Use Only" in bold, capital letters. After a brief moment, the middle of three spaces is pulled into by an entirely black Range Rover with a private registration plate. The suspense builds as the automobile shifts from neutral to idle and the audience begins to wager if this vehicle belongs to Ethan King, David Sanchez or perhaps even Steven Singh.
Isao Oja: ... I know honey, but these bookings are how it starts. Think of it like building blocks babe... babe?... babe?!
Perhaps somewhat preooccupied by the domestic discussion with his newlywed spouse, it is not a member of the illustrious Everest stable who exits the car, but instead the figure of Isao Oja; a newly signed Asian talent that had a successful debut; defeating now-Alpha champion Adam Bass before flying back out to Kyoto where he married his childhood sweetheart. Obviously distracted by the lack of reception in the concrete paring structure he completely overlooks the designated markings and begins lifting his iPhone Seven aloft; trying to see if maybe an extra few inches of elevation will allow him to finish this conversation with his wife.
Isao Oja: ... Hello?!... can you hear me?...
Finally, he gives up on the call and slips the phone into the pocket of his stonewashed black jeans. Walking around the four-wheel-drive at a brisk pace, he is quick to retrieve his sports bag from the trunk, before finally locking the rental car and starting to walk towards the elevator which would take him into the belly of the arena where he could prepare for tonight's hotly anticipated, and sure to be career-defining, return contest with the Billion Dollar Man who many have suggested he fluked out against during their first meeting. Just as he locks the doors and makes to leave though, he is caught off-guard by Hank Brown, microphone in-hand.
Hank Brown: Isao Oja! Could I have a few moments of your time?
Isao Oja: ...
Before the young man can respond however, a second vehicle comes into focus - this time a brushed silver BMW X5 with a personal registration that all-but gives away the identity of its driver. Visibly enraged, the Mayor of Chicago steps out of the passenger's side door; suited and booted in a Prada suit blacker than the Ace of Spades with only the slightest flash of a turquoise necktie to add some contrast. Fuming, Sanchez approaches the in-progress, impromptu interview with a completely taken aback look in his eyes. Hank Brown abandons his originally intended interview immediately; drawn to the bigger payday.
Hank Brown: David Sanchez! Now we're talking...
David Sanchez: Fuck yourself Hank! My beef's with Black-Bean Sauce over there, not your barely employed ass.
Isao Oja places his index finger on his own chest and points to himself, as though he were currently standing in a crowded room where he was maybe not the only person of Asian descent.
Isao Oja: Can I help you? We've not all got three hours before our match starts, I really should get upstairs and hunker down...
Taking the full weight of his gear into one arm, Isao makes to leave; brushing shoulders with the man in front of him in an attempt to pass without any further delay.
David Sanchez: ... I don't think so, slant.
Before Oja can completely pass him by, Sanchez slaps the faux-leather hold-all out of the young upstart's clutches. The bag falls to the tarmac now and some gear spills out slightly, including the keys to the aforementioned Range Rover - which just so happen to tumble the furthest; falling to unreachable depths as they vanish between the grid of a drain-cover, never to be seen again. Hank Brown takes a few steps back, sheltering from harm behind the chassis of a Toyota Yaris.
David Sanchez: You gooks never hear of reserved parking?
Isao Oja: Not for elitist assholes and one-percenters. If you had like maybe a seeing-eye-dog or even a cane, then sure. But not just because you fancy yourself as better than me, dick. There's a free space just over there, next to the fire assembly point. I'm sure the extra thirty yards will do you some good in the long-run.
Hank Brown gulps back his fear of a showdown inbetween bumpers, and tries at this junction to resolve the situation, only to find himself being silenced immediately by two pairs of almost identical aquamarine eyes burning a hole through his skull.
David Sanchez: Neat values, guy. Now... be a doll and move your piece of shit car out of my space.
Isao Oja: That's going to be a bit difficult now. Considering you just slapped the only set of keys down a storm-drain. Ingenious.
With a dash of fake laughter, Sanchez studies the rookie up and down...
David Sanchez: Hank... Get out here.
Immediately, the announcer extraordinaire creeps back into view.
David Sanchez: You're a gobshite... right?
Hank nods, obediently.
David Sanchez: Good. Spread the word; one-hundred grand to whoever brings me this Chink's scalp.... preferably tonight, but I've got a busy evening so, yeah just whenever. Enjoy your night fuckbags, some of us have worlds to shape.
With those sentiments, he walks back to his own vehicle and sits back in the passengers seat as the driver reverses out of view.
Greybeard vs William the Behemoth
We head to the ring where we find Grey beard and William the behemoth squaring off the ring announcer is exiting his job already done
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and Gentlemen what a match up we have for you right now in what could only be classified as a clash of styles we have the tech wizardry of Grey Beard taking on this Adonis that recently appeared here in WCF in the 6 foot 11 William the Behemoth
Zach Davis: True Freddy this is a clash of style but we have seen through pure wrestling acument and talent in the technical style an opponent can be manipulated the same way a 5,9 200 pounder can
William poses in the corner for a bit as Greybeard measures the task in front of him then as the bigger man turns round the Mage hits the ropes and nails a running knee strike right to the nose of Behemoth knocking him flat on his ass, the beard follows up with a pin really quickly
Zach Davis: OR MAYBE HE'S JUST GUNNA SNATCH AND GRAB IT RIGHT NOW!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Out at 2 and Greybeard clears out of the ring his opponent is in a word massive and that will of done nothing less than angered him
Beard makes his way up to the foot of the ramp watching William rise and swallowing hard as he sees the fury in the big mans eyes
Zach Davis: Greybeard you took a shot, it was a good idea but you my just die my friend you just took a shot at a 500 pound mans faveourite face, his own
Williams voice can be heard from the ring screaming at Grey beard asking why he would do that he then throws him self under the bottom rope and gives chase to the much smaller and faster opponent, Greybeard runs round the ring using his advantage to get far enough ahead and up onto the apron waiting for William to come round the post and then
Zach Davis: BANG! ANOTHER KNEE TO THE.....
Freddy Whoa: Nope! Not this time that big man may be a little into himself but he is solid he just caught a 185 pound man out of the air while running and drove him back first into the ring steps with the momentum!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The ref leaps from the ring and several more come down too to check on both competitors, the crowd waits and watches to see if either man will be able to continue until eventually William gets to his feet.
Zach Davis: WILLIAM THE BEHEMOTH WINS IT!
The scene as surveyed by the camera can only be described as carnage, the ring steps have been split into their 2 parts with the base dented into the shape of Grey beards back
Freddy Whoa: Either way this is a shame folks we are gunna go to commercial we will be right back
Joe Smarts Segment
As we tune back into Slam, we see Joe Smarts in the middle of the ring, next to a stool with a black cloth covering something.
Joe: Well, as you is aware, Adam Lace won the Owlpha Title, after elimatesing me.
Freddy Whoa: All true. What is Joe up to here? And what is on that stool?
Joe: So, I, Cap'n Bruddahhood, challenges Adam Lace for the Owlpha Title.
Zach Davis: Freddy, I think we all saw that one coming.
Freddy Whoa: Is this the 2nd time he's challenged someone for the Alpha Title?
Joe: Oh, I forgets to mansion, I are challenging Adam right hair, right know.
Zach Davis: Come on! Adam has only held the title for one week.
Freddy Whoa: Say that to Rey Mysterio. Fuck you Cena.
Crowd: Bass vs Sma-arts *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Crowd: Bass vs Sma-arts *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Suddenly, Adam walks out on stage with his classy V-neck sweater.
Adam: Now why should a billionaire face a dumb-ass like you for myyy title?
Joe: I think you might have said that.
Joe walks over to the stool with the black cloth to reveal...
Zach Davis: What is under that cloth?
Freddy Whoa: IT'S A... champagne bottle?
Joe: Oh my gajeezus... It are your $4752 champ pain
bottle! And, boys, it looks delicious!
Adam Bass stares at Joe like he is the devil.
Crowd: Bass vs Sma-arts *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Adam Bass shakes his head and clings onto the title.
Joe picks up the champagne bottle and takes off the lid, without hurting anybody, luckily.
Joe sniffs the bottle.
Joe: Ooh, smell nice too!
Adam Bass: Fine! I'll challenge you!!
Joe: And admits that Joe Smarts are gooder than you!
Adam Bass: Never!
Joe goes ahead and sculls the whole champagne bottle.
Freddy Whoa: Well, Adam's $4000 champagne goes down the drain.
Zach Davis: Down Joe's throat, to be precise.
Joe: Well, at leasts you acceptsed the challenge! Come to these ring and fights me!
Adam Bass calls for a butler to carry him to the ring, and when he arrives, the match starts immediately.
Joe runs towards Adam, only to trip and fall over face first on the mat.
Freddy Whoa: I think sculling that champagne was a bad idea. He's drunk!
Zach Davis: At least it's not Joe's worst idea. This is funny as fuck!
Adam Bass flips Joe's body and places are mere foot on him.
Freddy Whoa: And Adam Bass retains the title!
Zach Davis: That wasn't even a match! Don't put this on your Win/Loss record, Adam!!
Freddy Whoa: It's a Lose-Lose situation here for Joe. He was squashed, and Joe has a hangover to look forward to tomorrow.
Vic Vegas vs Jay West vs Rumpke
"Flashing Lights" by Kanye West hits as flash bulbs go off all over the arena. Vic "The House" Vegas struts out slowly, closely followed by The Pit Boss. Vic rubs his chin as he slyly smiles at the crowd. The Pit Boss rubs his hands together with a scowl, ready to pounce as needed. Vic jaws at a few fans that are taunting him on his way to the ring. 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 and hands them over to the Pit Boss, before cracking his neck and softly bouncing in the corner to prepare for the match.
lights go out, then Jay walks out as the song starts, then the lights turn on with the dark blue tint and Jay walks down the ramp stopping halfway looking out at the crowd before continuing to the ring. Once there he slowly crawls in as blue smoke appears at ring. Then he stands up snatching the mask off then covering his face with hood before revealing his face.
Last call for Alcohol by Hardcore Superstar hits the P.A. System. Moments later, Rumpke emerges from behind the curtain drinking a bottle of Kentucky Cornshine and a second bottle in his other hand. He walks down to the ring and kills the one bottle before he reaches the steps. Rumpke stands at the bottom of the steps. He looks down momentarily and then looks up at his opponent before the second bottle is opened. Rumpke raises the bottle up briefly before he goes into a long chug. Before we know it the second bottle is gone and Rumpke is walking up the steps as glares at his opponent. From there, Rumpke climbs into the ring and awaits the beginning of the match.
Zach Davis: And we've got a match!, with the undefeated Vic Vegas!
Freddy Whoa: He, uh, isn't REALLY undefeated, but whatever he wants to say.
Rumpke runs at West and takes him down with a jab. No, just kidding, took him down with a vicious uppercut. West rolls away and Rumpke turns to Vegas and goes to elbow him but Vegas ducks it and then hits Rumpke with a Dropkick. Rumpke rolls out and Vegas follows up with a Dropkick to West as well. Vegas goes for a quick pin.
No, kickout by West. Vegas transitions into a Chinlock but West works his way to a vertical base and elbows himself out of it. He runs to the ropes as Vic turns to face him and then hits Vic with a Superman Punch - no, Vic sidesteps it. Vic goes for a Running Clothesline but West ducks that and then executes a Floatover DDT! He pins Vic.
No!, broken up by Rumpke, who is back in the match.
Zach Davis: Lots of nearfalls to start us off.
Rumpke lifts West up and hits him with a series of strikes before throwing him to the ropes. As he comes back he hits a stiff haymaker. West wobbles but won't go down, and Rumpke notices the ref isn't paying attention so he kicks Jay in the junk.
Freddy Whoa: Come on, ref. Geez.
West collapses and Rumpke pins him.
Zach Davis: No!, Jay West somehow gets the shoulder up!
Rumpke gets back up but he's rollen up from behind by Vic Vegas!
No!, another kickout.
Freddy Whoa: Rumpke is up, as is Vegas, and as is West - all three of them are brawling now!
Rumpke takes a wild swing at West but West throws him over the top. West then avoids an eye rake attempt by Vegas before throwing him to the ropes and executing a Powerslam into a pin.
Kickout by Vegas!
Zach Davis: This man wants to remain "undefeated."
West picks Vegas up and grabs him, executing a Belly to Belly Suplex, planting him firmly in the middle of the ring. He then grabs him and puts him into an Ankle Lock!
Freddy Whoa: Ankle Lock! Ankle Lock applied!
Vic Vegas crawls towards the rope like nobody's ever crawled before, yelling in pain. He reaches them but West basically refuses to break the hold.
Zach Davis: You'll get DQed man!
Eventually West breaks it at the last second. Vegas gets to his feet after rolling out onto the apron but West quickly grabs him and hits a Rope Assisted DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Jay West is on fire! Not literally, thank God - but you never know in WCF!
West pins Vegas again, hooking the leg this time.
NO!, broken up by Rumpke! Rumpke pulls West in and spins him around...
Zach Davis: SNAKEBITE! He just spit alcohol into the eyes of West!
Vic Vegas shoves Rumpke out of the ring and spins West around before hitting him with the Royal Flush! Vic quickly pins West!
Freddy Whoa: There it is!
Zach Davis: Vic Vegas is going to get heat from Steven Singh because he just STOLE this one!
The bell sounds and Vegas gets to his feet, met by the Pit Boss. Both men celebrate like they just won the Olympics or the Superbowl or the One main event.
Freddy Whoa: Hot damn! Vic Vegas got lucky tonight!
We go to commercial.
Cheyenne vs Amber Lynn
Zach Davis: As we come back from commercial break, our next upcoming match we have Cheyenne going up against "Babygirl" Amber Lynn.
Freddy Whoa: Right now, Kyle Steel is in the ring with Cheyenne.
Kyle Steel: The following match is for one fall and for ten minute limit. Already in the ring... standing at five feet six inches, from Chicago, Illinois.... Cheyenne!! Cheyenne throws both arms into the air, as she stands on the second turnbuckle. The Manchester, New Hampshire crowd boos.
Freddy Whoa: Its apparently shows how this crowd feels for Cheyenne.
Zach Davis: Apparently!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Listen to their thunderous boos!!
"Sick like me" by In this moment begins to play. Lavender fog begins to roll out onto the entrance stage. Blue lasers proceed to flash. A!mber Lynn begins to walk out. Amber Lynn stops at the edge, of the entrance stage, pyrotechnics explode at both corners as Amber throws her arms up. "Babygirl" continues her way down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Tampa Bay, Florida... Weighing in at 325 pounds... She is "Babygirl" Amber Lynn!!
Amber Lynn spins around with her arms extended outward. Babygirl walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. Amber thrashes along with the music.
Zach Davis: This match is underway.
Freddy Whoa: Clothesline from Cheyenne...
Zach Davis: And Babygirl doesn't even budge!!
The clothesline attempt caused Cheyenne falls flat on her backside. Babygirl picks up Cheyenne...
Zach Davis: Amber Lynn just slammed Cheyenne practically through the mat with a picture perfect belly to belly suplex.
Freddy Whoa: Amber Lynn goes in for the pin!!
Crowd: THREEEE... NOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: Amber Lynn picked Cheyenne's head up before the three count.
Babygirl proceeds to pound fists down the face of Cheyenne. Amber grabs Cheyenne and growls as she throws her opponent into the corner.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Cheyenne hits the corner so hard, the momentum causes her to bounces off!!
Babygirl grabs Cheyenne and proceeds to toss her into another corner...
Zach Davis: The back of Cheyenne must be battered by now!!
Cheyenne staggers out from the corner. Amber nails Cheyenne stuns Cheyenne with a double slap, then nails her with a enzuigiri.
Freddy Whoa: Cheyenne is about to fall down...
Zach Davis: Amber Lynn is charging towards Cheyenne!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! SMELL MY FEET!!
Zach Davis: Big boot!! Cheyenne is knocked out of the ring!!
Cheyenne is standing in between the ring and the announcement team table. As Cheyenne is struggling to stand up as Amber Lynn rushes out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Cheyenne is slowly standing up, turning around, in the direction of Babygirl...
Zach Davis: BUTT BOUNCE!!!
Freddy Whoa: Hip attack!!
Amber Lynn grabs Cheyenne...
Freddy Whoa: Oh-no... Watch out Zach!!!
Zach Davis: SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.......
Amber Lynn throws Cheyenne towards Zach Davis, which both men colliding together. Babygirl grabbing Cheyenne...
Freddy Whoa: Amber Lynn just violently threw Cheyenne into the steel ring steps!!
Babygirl picks up Cheyenne then dead dropping her right on the steel steps. Amber Lynn drags Cheyenne by the hair into the ring.
Zach Davis: Cheyenne doesn't even know where she's at!!
Amber Lynn picks up Cheyenne...
Freddy Whoa: "SHUT YO MOUTH"!!
Zach Davis: Babygirl is going for the pin!!
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... "Babygirl" Amber Lynn!!
Isao Oja vs Adam Bass
Zach Davis: The fans have been looking forward to this next match all week.
Freddy Whoa: People have been hysterically shaking in anticipation for a rematch between two of the WCF's hottest new talents.
First, a booming evil laugh, followed by the loss of lighting. Panic at the Disco hits and the crowd erupts into a buzz of bewilderment; like a beehive rocked by a rogue football. A man in a white masquerade mask steps out of the curtain first, playing the trumpet along with the brass portion of the song, a lone spotlight illuminating him and him alone.
Freddy Whoa: This guy's skills seem to be a little off since the last time we heard him.
Zach Davis: Keep your Yelp reviews to yourself Whoa. Have you ever tried playing a brass instrument, it's exhausting. It's been three weeks since the last time we saw Isao wrestle on TV. Clearly this guy is just a little rusty from all the time off.
The musician plays on, eventually drowned out by the song. The lyrics shift to "Taking back the crown!" and suddenly a larger, blood-red spotlight falls on Isao, halfway down the ramp; having passed the trumpet-player in the darkness. He laps up the cheers from the crowd and pries his left eye as wide as it will go as the crowd loses their minds.
Before the crowd can regain their composure, from outta nowhere Isao is blasted in the back of the head with the solid brass trombone.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god, that trumpet player just attacked Isao. Why on earth would he do that?
Zach Davis: Are you some sort of idiot Whoa? Obviously he's tired of being Oja's sideshow and is ready for an early retirement courtesy of Everest. With a reward like that, he's lucky I don't run down there and take him out myself.
The rogue musician continues hammering away at Isao as he's laid out on the ramp. By the time he's finished the trumpet looks like nothing more than a bent up piece of scrap metal. He throws the trumpet to the side and begins to lift Isao to his feet. He twists and contorts Isao behind his back and drops him skull first into the ramp.
Zach Davis: Jesus Christ! With an unprettier like that, Seth may want to consider signing this guy to a full time contract of his own.
The trumpet player stands over the motionless Isao. He slowly pulls a set of car keys out of his pocket, and clicks them a few times. Suddenly from the darkness outside the spotlighted area, a single set of headlights light up on the ramp. The musician slowly removes his mask.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god Zach, that's Adam Bass! Adam Bass just took out Isao!
Bass glares down upon Isao with a look of disgust on his face. He glances at the mask in his hand, and then kneels down and places the mask over Isao's face. The crowd is going absolutely insane with nothing but pure hatred at the realization that Adam Bass has put a stop to this match before it could even begin.
Adam walks over to his limousine and pops the trunk wide open. He retrieves his Alpha Championship and an unopened bottle of Champagne. As he makes his way back down toward Isao, he notices Isao has begun to stir and make his way back to his feet. Before he can get up off his knees, Adam plants his head into the ground a second time. This time utilizing a devastating curb stomp.
Freddy Whoa: There's no way Isao doesn't have a concussion at the bare minimum. His skull just bounced off that cold hard steel for the second time in a matter of minutes, and Adam is clearly wearing those steel toed Timberlands of his.
Zach Davis: Adam plans out every single aspect of these things ahead of time, especially his footwear. But Isao's not moving at all.. we better get the medics out here as soon as possible.
Adam straps the title around his waist and pulls a microphone out of his pocket, lifting it to his mouth.
Adam Bass: Before I get out of this god forsaken town, I want to make a quick toast. A toast to someone that you idiots all seem to love. A toast to Isao Oja.
The crowd continues booing at Adam's words and the sight of Isao's seemingly lifeless body.
Adam Bass: I think it goes without saying that this had nothing to do with the bounty that's been placed on you. That type of money is nothing more than pocket change to someone like me. Hell, this bottle of champagne cost me more than that. I attacked you Isao, because a peasant like you doesn't belong in the same ring as social royalty like me. I am better than you, and I have been since the day we both walked into this company. You beat me because you're a liar and a cheater. And the worst part of it all, is that these people eat it up. They stuff their faces with hot dogs and disgusting cheap popcorn, and they cheer. They cheered as you robbed me of everything that I worked so hard for. They jumped in joy, as high as their gross overweight bodies would allow, as you spit in my face both literally and figuratively like the mangy street rat that you are.
The crowd begins chanting.
FUCK YOU ADAM
FUCK YOU ADAM
FUCK YOU ADAM
Adam turns his attention to the crowd.
Adam Bass: No, you know what? Fuck you guys. You don't seem to get it do you? You don't get that I could buy this entire company without a second thought, and give myself every single fucking title if I wanted to. But I didn't do that... I won this Alpha Championship by myself, and do you know why? I did it to piss each and every single one of you off. Because now every week, you'll have to watch as I destroy all of your heroes and icons that you hold so close to your heart. And you'll have to continuously watch me hold this title high above the eviscerated bodies they leave behind.
Adam turns his attention back to Isao, still lying motionless.
Adam Bass: Every second that I'm alive, my net worth increases by more than you'll be worth in your entire life. To put it in the terminology of the common man, you're simply not worth my time. I won't allow you to take several weeks off, just to come back and kiss asses right into another match with me. Oh that's right, congrats on your wedding by the way! I knew you were a fan of Panic, but I didn't think you'd marry a WHORE just as a tribute to them. That's real dedication. On that note though, Isao, tonight I drink to you.
Adam lifts the bottle of champagne to his mouth and drinks a few gulps before spitting out a mouthful onto the lifeless Isao.
Freddy Whoa: That's disgusting.
Zach Davis: Bite your tongue, Whoa! Adam's backwash is worth more than every fan in this arena's annual salary combined.
Adam then dumps out the remainder of the bottle onto Isao's assumed corpse. He returns to his limousine and it slowly exits as a thunderous level of boos overwhelm the entire Verizon Wireless Arena.
Vinnie Jones Segment
Vinnie Jones can be seen backstage, reading a comic book as he notices the camera crew and signs for them to come in. The crew enters the room as the member of ZT places the comic book back on the table next to him as he puts his hands behind his head and grins.
Vinnie: First off I want to thank the people for all the congratulations they have send me after winning the first round of the Trilogy Cup and ridding them of the now former burden of their presence... Adrian Archer. And even though I feel humbled for the appreciation from the fans, I do want to point out that my job is far from done.
Vinnie sits right up as he grabs the comic book and points at the three super heroes on the cover of the comic book.
Vinnie: The people have long been portrayed as idiots to believe that men like Adrian Burnett, Spencer Adams and Teddy Blaze is the standard of what is to cheer for. Just like Batman, Superman and …..
Vinnie looks at the cover and scratches his head as he realises the third superhero is Robin
Vinnie: Oh well and Boy Blunder. And thanks to yours truly, your eyes have been opened!! And with yours truly we will put a hold to so called heroes that you refuse to cheer for from now on!!! As my name is Vinnie Jones... The man of the people... The People's Vinnie!!!
With that Vinnie gets up as he throws the comic book away as the shot fades
Hardcore Title Match
Adam Young/Austin Adams vs Andre Holmes
The Verizon Wireless Center in Manchester, New Hampshire has been very welcoming and great to host another episode of Sunday Night SLAM. The Manchester fans have waited for the upcoming WCF Hardcore Title match featuring Andre Holmes against Big Time Jerk. We cut to Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa ready to commentate on the action.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to another episode of Sunday Night SLAM! We are now ready for our Hardcore Championship Match. Andre Holmes will defend the title against Adam Young and Austin Adams representing Big Time Jerks in a Handicap Match!
Zach Davis: Seth decided to test Andre on his words. Putting him against the new Trios Champions, Big Time Jerks, where whoever scores the pin becomes the new Hardcore Champion. Andre never hesitated, he went straight into the gym and trained all day.
Freddy Whoa: This defense is right after his first against Odin Balfore at Timebomb. The pain and fatigue must weigh a huge factor but a huge advantage for the Big Time Jerks. Adam Young especially wanted this match to add another championship in his Hall of Fame career.
Zach Davis: He’s already up for the discussion of Greatest of All Time. Winning the Hardcore Championship could solidify his spot as the true official top wrestlers in WCF History. Enough with the commentary, let’s switch to Kyle Steel standing by!
The cameras switch over to Kyle Steel standing in the center of the ring with a microphone under his chin as he gets the cue to begin the introductions.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen! This match is a Handicap match scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF Hardcore Championship!
The guitar riff everyone knows starts playing around the arena cuing all lights to go dark as the titantron displays some grey video clips of Andre preparing backstage. “Relentless” by New Years Day cues the lights to flash and dance around to the beat of the song then Andre appears under a spotlight displaying his leather hoodie covering his face.
Andre walks down to the ring with the WCF Hardcore Championship around his waist. He stops halfway the entrance path to bow his head as the lyrics are heard, “Tear Me Down...It Won’t Build You Up”. Removing the belt and raising it high, he assumes the lone wolf pose signalling a flash of white fireworks to explode behind him on the stage.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is the WCF Hardcore Champion, “Relentless” Andre Holmes!
Wearing a simple black, and red design underwear with a long sleeve black arm wear covering his right forearm with "Holmes" engraved in red across it. His MMA gloves sponsored by tap-out representing his striking background. Along with that, "Relentless" is tattooed down his spine, and his black knee pads are custom-made with his insignia of his graphically designed initials on each pad. Finally, his leg padding covers the lower part of his legs, and his boots are striped in red, and black together.
Freddy Whoa: He came off a successful defense at Timebomb after challenging Odin Balfore. What an incredible match that took both men to the limit but in the end, Andre Holmes walked out still the Hardcore Champion. Can he replicate the same success in a Handicap match?
He’s positioned on the second turnbuckle outside the ropes. Andre raises the championship high while a spotlight shines behind him, the entire audience becomes dark as smoke covers his body. The visual effect of his silhouette is seen to all at ringside then Andre hops over the top rope into the ring.
Zach Davis: One of the best wrestlers to ever be in the Hardcore Division. Andre fought through hell and back to gain so much in his second championship reign. He would never let this opportunity go to waste.
He removed his black leather jacket and punches his MMA gloves into each other. Standing in the corner with his championship held over his shoulder, the music fades letting the crowd take control of the atmosphere. Andre is in his corner preparing for the Handicap Match.
Crowd: ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES!
Scary Voice: Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.
The Verizon Wireless Center shatters in darkness. “Big Time Jerks” starts flashing repeatedly on the titantron then all of a sudden, “Shot’Em” by [Q]Brick starts playing around the interior of the arena. What could be seen as Reggie stepping out from backstage in a black sport coat labelled “Big Time Jerks” graphically designed in a skull. He raises his arms and the lights slowly fade.
Reggie: Stand up you lonely dogs and pay your respects to the two time WCF World tag team champions and 2/3 of the current World six-man champions, Adam Young and Austin Adams the O.G. Big Time Jerks!
Huge bursts of purple pyro go off all over the entrance and "Demi-Gods" by the Lab-Rats starts playing as Adam and Austin step out in their new "BTJ" purple and gold ring gear wearing their six-man championship belts. Adam steps out walking backwards with his championship on backwards.
Crowd: BTJ! BTJ! BTJ! BTJ! BTJ!
They stand next to each other and Too Sweet each other right before Adam turns around. Adam turns his championship belt the right way just before he takes off his new "BTJ 1 Sick Bastard" t-shirt.
Crowd: REAL INTERNET CHAMP! REAL INTERNET CHAMP! REAL INTERNET CHAMP!
Adam is making the fans even crazier. He motions for the music to stop and "Death is my best friend" by Jim Johnston starts playing as the Big Time Jerks get serious and two female valets come up from behind and rip off the purple wrestling tights revealing the old school black wrestling gear of the BTJ's. They return to walking towards the ring ignoring the fans peering right into the ring.
Zach Davis: Adam Young and Austin Adams, the WCF Trios Champions, representing Big Time Jerks! The two have been rewarded in a Handicap Match to add another championship to their stable.
They circle the ring and then climb up onto the apron and the jumbo-tron which is still showing the "Big Time Jerks" logo has the logo know dripping blood. The cameras pan back to Adam and Austin who are wiping blood onto their faces. Reggie motions for them to get into the ring and they do laughing.
Freddy Whoa: This isn’t looking too good. He’s facing off against a well oiled machine and has no one to rely on. Andre Holmes is in a very bad predicament so what could he do to avoid losing the Hardcore Championship? Let’s get this match underway!
Austin Adams and Adam Young are both in their corner while Andre Holmes hands the championship belt off to the referee. Under Hardcore rules, no tags have to be made. He hands the belt to a ringside crew member to wave his arm off!
Ding Ding Ding!
Andre moves in and out while his two opponents separate and form a parameter around him. He’s stuck in the center of the ring trapped like a deer in the corner. Looking back and forth between Adam Young and Austin Adams, he bolts forward and tackles Adam Young into the mat leaving Austin to jump him from behind.
Crowd: LET’S GO ANDRE! BIG TIME JERKS! LET’S GO ANDRE! BIG TIME JERKS!
Adam Young is getting battered by elbows but Austin Adams saves him by pulling Andre off of him. He drags him up back to his feet but the champion lands a nice Spinning Back Kick into the ribs. Andre runs back into the ropes then rebounds to land a Basement Dropkick into the temple of the bent down Sexy Adams.
Zach Davis: Andre Holmes starting out explosive. Trying to wear down his opponents before they have any chance of getting offense in.
When Andre turns around, Adam Young clocks him with a Dropkick in the face. His body slams down on the mat as Austin gets back up and helps his partner stompdown on Andre. The Handicap match is truly in their favor. Young helps the champion back up to his feet then whips him into a corner.
Freddy Whoa: Dropkick straight into the face! X Marked the Spot and Big Time Jerks have what they wanted all along. They have the advantage and could do whatever they want to get the WCF Hardcore Championship.
Austin Adams lands a beautiful Lariat across his opponent’s chest. He throws Andre into Young who scoops his body off the mat, spins him around and lands a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker across his right knee. Not releasing the position, Austin gets the cue by charging forward then landing an Elbow Drop to flip him off Young’s knee. Adam drops onto Andre’s chest and hooks the leg up for the pin!
Zach Davis: Ooooh! That was a close call! Andre got hurt by a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker into an Elbow Drop by the Big Time Jerks! He’s rolling out of the ring while they both follow him!
Andre drops down to the outside mat and Big Time Jerks follow him outside the ring. While Adam Young is searching under the ring for a few chairs, Austin chops the champion in the chest. He holds onto Holmes’ arm and whips him into the steel steps but it ends up in a futile attempt. Austin’s back gets glued against the steel steps as a loud BANG echoed around the arena.
Young senses the change of plans and charges to Andre with the chair. The champion ducks under the swung chair and clocks Young in the back of the head with a Roundhouse Kick. Before he lands on the mat, he is picked up via Back Suplex and his body slams against the edge of the ring apron.
Zach Davis: Oh God! Back Suplex into the ring apron! Big Time Jerks is down and Andre Holmes looks pissed off!
Freddy Whoa: Oh he’s got a chair- no. He’s looking under the ring, why?!
Andre digs under the ring and drags out two tables. He starts setting them up beside each other blocking the aisle between the ring and the announce table. Andre walks around back to Austin Adams with the chair in hand and smashes the cold steel on his spine. Austin lands down on his chest screaming until another chair shot from above digs deeper into the spine.
He throws the chair into the ring and rolls Austin Adams in as well. Before he gets inside, he throws in a few more chairs before getting inside the ring. Austin gets up and is met with a Side Kick into the ribs bending him over. Andre runs into the ropes but Adam Young grabs the foot to stop him. The champion turns around only to get hugged from behind and German Suplexed on his neck by Austin Adams!
Freddy Whoa: German Suplex by Austin Adams! That’s the advantages in a Handicap Match! You have to have eyes everywhere or else you don’t know what could happen!
Adam Young is inside the ring and Austin needs a moment to recover. Young keeps the pressure by unfolding a chair in the center of the ring. Andre gets helped up and gets lift up into Young only to get Pumphandle Slammed flattening the steel chair out. The champion cries out in pain before Young attempts another pin!
Kick out! Andre would never give up knowing how much is on the line. Austin needs to do whatever he can to secure the victory for the team. He points to the two tables lined up together side by side outside the ring. A sick smirk appears on both their faces then they drag Andre Holmes over to the ropes. Austin Adams is on the apron while Adam Young stands in the ring.
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
Freddy Whoa: Ugh oh! Looks like those tables were a bad idea to begin with! The Big Time Jerks have an idea and this could end Andre’s career!
They’re trying to set up a Double Powerbomb but Andre fights back by pushing Austin Adams all the way to the turnbuckles. He blocks a forearm shot by Adam Young and counters with a Gamengiri nearly knocking Adam Young out. As he falls onto the canvas, Austin charges back to Andre only to get a Savate Kick into the chin!
Austin hangs onto the top rope for dear life while Andre gets an idea. He shoves his opponent’s head between his thighs before under hooking both arms up. His legs are tangled before Andre lifts him up in a Package Piledriver position. Shaking his head like a mad man, Austin Adams starts screaming for dear life.
Zach Davis: ANDRE NO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING?!
Freddy Whoa: NO! NO! NO! INCOMING!
One great leap for the WCF Hardcore Champion and Andre Package Piledrives Austin Adams through both tables. Both men lie down at ringside in a broken heap of wood and maybe broken bones. Manchester, New Hampshire explodes out of their seats for such an amazing spot.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: PACKAGE PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLES!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
Andre fights through the pain and rolls back inside the ring to view Adam Young stood up in the corner. He charges forward and uproots his leg to Yakuza Kick him in the skull. Young rolls down to the mat while Andre climbs up all the way to the top turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: YAKUZA KICK! ADAM YOUNG IS DOWN AND ANDRE HOLMES IS READY TO COMPLETE THE SIGNATURE SEQUENCE!
He leaps backwards to corkscrew into a 450 degree flip. On the way down, Adam Young rolls out of the way letting Andre to land on his feet and roll forward from the momentum. He gets back up then charges back into Adam Young with a lariat thrown. Young ducks under it and sneaks behind him to lift him on his shoulder before spinning him around into a Blue Thunder Bomb on the steel chairs!
Freddy Whoa: BLUE THUNDER BOMB ON THE STEEL CHAIRS! THIS IS IT! WE HAVE A NEW WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
Kick out! Reggie White is on the outside trying to get Austin Adams who can barely stand up in the ring but Austin suffered too much damage off that dangerous spot. Adam Young can’t believe Andre Holmes kicked out of the Blue Thunder Bomb. He’s completely taken off guard.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Zach Davis: ANDRE HOLMES SURVIVED THE BLUE THUNDER BOMB BUT IS STILL STUCK ON THE CHAIRS! ADAM YOUNG SEES AN OPPORTUNITY AND IS GOING FOR IT! GET READY FOR THE BASTAD BOMB!
Adam Young barely walks over and holds onto the top rope in a corner. He hops his feet onto the middle turnbuckle then jumps onto the top rope. One giant Moonsault in the air but Andre shifts his body around to have Adam Young be caught in the Gorilla Clutch. Legs wrapped around his waist, arms trapped the legs and now squeezing his body in the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: GORILLA CLUTCH! GORILLA CLUTCH! IT’S LOCKED IN!
Adam Young stretches out his arm while Austin Adams can barely get back inside the ring. It’s too late as Young taps out due to the pain coursing in and Andre releases the hold as the referee waves his arm to signal the match is over.
Ding Ding Ding!
Andre rolls out of the ring while the Big Time Jerks recuperate back inside. The referee hands him the Hardcore Championship belt as he stands back on his feet.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and STILL the WCF Hardcore Champion, Andre Holmes!
Zach Davis: Andre Holmes has proven once again why he is the Hardcore Champion. He went through hell and back to achieve this opportunity and he is not going to waste it. Well done to Andre Holmes and congratulations on the title retain!
Teddy Blaze/Spencer Adams/Adam Burnett vs Vinnie/Erik Black/Crazy J
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a six man tag team match!!!
Ich Will can be heard as it echoes through the arena, the spotlight will shine on the entrance way as the arena goes black. The fans stand up as they anticipate the arrival of Vinnie Jones and not knowing what split personality it will be. He comes walking to the arena as his focus is upon the ring. He looks around at the crowd and spits at the fans as he waits for the pyro to happen before walking calm to the ring. The fans boo this version as he gets to the ring and jumps up and down before jumping on the ring apron and gets in the ring. There he takes off his sweater and prepares for his match
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 final tag team partner
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
Kyle Steel: Currently in the ring!! They are the team of Vinnie Jones, Erik Black and Crazy J!! Zero Tolerance!!!
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 staring at his opposition
"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.
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.
Zach Davis: Another six man tag match!! Where we have opponents in the ring, perhaps future opponents as well as possible feuds to be rekindled or started.
Freddy Whoa: Wow, big words Zach. This match has Trilogy Cup written all over it!!!
The bell has rang as we see Erik start off against Adam Burnett, the two men circle each other before locking arms. Where the slightly bigger Adam Burnett pushes Black in the ropes before going for an irish whip into the other side of the ring as Black comes off the ropes of the other side. Burnett tries a hiptoss, but is blocked by Black who drops Burnett with a big time clothesline before grabbing him by the head before tagging in Crazy J. Black holds Burnett by the arms as J comes off the ropes and delivers a running kick into the midsection of Burnett. Causing Burnett to fall into the ropes before being levelled by a Crazy J clothesline that sends Burnett to the outside as J follows over the top rope and lands on the ring apron sitting. He hops off the ring apron and grabs Burnett before rolling him back in the ring.
Zach Davis: So far it is all ZT in the early going
J tags in Vinnie as the two start an argument whether Vinnie is sane or not, giving Burnett the chance to get to his feet before Vinnie turns his attention towards him. charging in on Burnett, who catches him and executes a Belly to Belly suplex before going for the cover. The referee starts to use the three count, but Vinnie manages to get his shoulder off the canvas at the count of two. Adam tags in Spencer Adams. Who gets in the ring and grabs the rookie member of ZT. He locks the arm of Vinnie in a wristlock while having his knee into the shoulder blade of Vinnie Jones. The referee checks if Vinnie is suffering due to move as Vinnie slowly gets to his knees as Spencer changes the move into a Hammer lock behind the back of Vinnie as he now has his head between the shoulder blades of the much larger opponent. Who is trying to reach for the head of Spencer Adams behind his back, but Spencer is out of his reach. Vinnie finally gets to his feet and somehow manages to reverse the move and then whips Spencer into the ropes, there Spencer jumps off the ropes with a springboard back elbow. Hitting Vinnie in the face as the member of ZT staggers backwards. There Spence tags in Teddy Blaze, as Spencer gets on his hands and knees before Vinnie Jones, as Teddy Blaze runs the ropes and jumps off the back of Spencer and jumps off of him with a cross body block. Only to be caught by Vinnie, who drops Teddy with a Sidewalk Slam. Giving him some time to shake off some cobwebs before tagging back in Crazy J as the two heavyweights grab Teddy and deliver a double snap suplex before Vinnie slides out of the ring. J goes for the cover as the referee starts to use the three count, but Teddy manages to get his shoulder off the canvas in time.
Freddy Whoa: Both teams have not really being able to get a real advantage on the other. Perhaps now!!
J grabs the head of the man that beat him in the first round of the Trilogy Cup as he starts to pound away on the back of the much smaller Blaze. Before locking him in a standing side headlock, pulling the head sideways in both hands as he stands over him. J screams at him to give up, but Teddy refuses as he slowly tries to get to his feet driving his elbows into the midsection of J before running to the ropes and to be levelled by a knee in the midsection. J grabs him and sets Teddy up for a Powerbomb, but Teddy manages to escape his clutches and slides out of his grip at the height of the move and slides over the back to the canvas for a small package. The referee goes for the three count, but J kicks out at one. Both men get up at the same time, J goes for a clothesline but is ducked by Teddy. Who runs to the ropes near his corner as Burnett slaps him on the back out of the sight of J as he tags himself in. J catches Teddy and executes a Spine Buster as Burnett gets on the turnbuckles and delivers a leg drop across the back of J’s neck. He then sets him up for a cover, but is broken up by Vinnie Jones who delivers a knee drop across the back of Burnett’s head. This causes all the other members to run into the ring as we start to have an all out brawl.
Zach Davis: The ref has lost control over this one!!!
Freddy Whoa: Here we go!!!!
Suddenly out of nowhere we see Jaymz, he gets ringside as we see Blaze being whipped in the ropes. There the top rope is pulled down as Blaze falls to the outside out of sight of the referee. There Jaymz grabs him by the throat and executes a silence chokeslam before throwing him back into the ring and getting in the corner of his buddies as the fans boo the big monster.
Zach Davis: Damn that big giant!!!
Freddy Whoa: What happened?? My monitor went out!!
Zach Davis: Crazy J is pinning Blaze - I don't think the ref caught the tag from earlier?
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Zero Tolerance wins this one!
Blaze rolls out of the ring as the trio celebrates, each man climbing separate turnbuckles to do so.
Bishop/Priest vs Wade Moor/Captain Pantheon
The lights goes and the sound of drum banging and a spot light follows Bishop and Priest to the ring.
Zach Davis: Here they are, the WCF legends themselves, Bishop and Priest. Always a force to be reckoned with.
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.
The CAPTAIN 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.
Freddy Whoa: He's no longer Captain WCF, he's no longer Captain Pantheon, this man is now known simply as The CAPTAIN! Can you hear in my voice that I'm saying that in all caps?
Zach Davis: I can, and it's because The CAPTAIN means serious business!
The CAPTAIN runs at Bishop and starts pummeling him.
Freddy Whoa: There is the bell and the match is officially underway!
Bishop is able to shrug off most of the CAPTAIN'S offense and shoves him away. CAPTAIN gets back to his feet and runs at Bishop but Bishop gets the boot up, sending CAPTAIN reeling. Bishop lifts the CAPTAIN up and drops him with a Sidewalk Slam into a pin.
No, CAPTAIN gets his shoulder up.
Zach Davis: The CAPTAIN is still technically a Tag Team Champion with Steven Singh, but I sure can't imagine either of these two men ever teaming with the other again.... Who knows what'll happen!?
Freddy Whoa: Seth has an idea, hopefully? It's kinda his job, right?
Bishop lifts CAPTAIN to his feet and hits him with a few forearms to the face, pushing him into the ropes. He then launches him across the ring and hits a kick to the face as he comes back!
Zach Davis: The CAPTAIN may be distracted by the recent betrayal by Singh, but he needs to get his head in the game here - before it gets kicked off!
Bishop drops down and pins him.
No!, CAPTAIN shoots his shoulder up. Bishop lifts him up again and boots him in the gut, doubling him over. He lifts him.
Freddy Whoa: Powerbomb!
No!, once he's up CAPTAIN punches Bishop several times and the big man falls backwards!, CAPTAIN landing on top of him and into a pin!
No!, Bishop powers out. CAPTAIN staggers over and tags in Wade as Bishop tags in Priest. The two meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading blows.
Zach Davis: Priest gets the advantage on Wade. They're in the ring with Godnilla himself now, they have to take every advantage they can get.
Priest goes to throw Wade across the ring but Wade reverses the irish whip attempt. As Priest comes back he goes for a Lariat but Wade ducks it and follows up with a sharp elbow to the back of Priest's head. Wade hits the ropes himself as as he comes back executes a Running Crossbody!, taking the big man down.
Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor is in the driver's seat now!
Wade rolls away and Priest won't stay down. He runs at him and executes a Discus Clothesline, but Priest stays up. Wade fires off a series of Very Watery Uppercuts and Priest is dazed. Wade grabs him for a Scoop Slam!
Zach Davis: What strength - wait, no, Priest is too big!
Wade holds his back in pain and stumbles away. He turns back and rushes Priest but Priest catches him in a Powerslam. Instead of going for the pin Priest hits the ropes and hits a Leg Drop.
Freddy Whoa: No!, Wade rolls away!
Priest stumbles up and Wade runs at him and Clotheslines him over the top rope! The crowd gets to their feet as Wade bounces off the opposite end and runs..
Zach Davis: Suicide Dive!
Wade crashes into Priest! This brings CAPTAIN and Bishop back into the match as the legal men. CAPTAIN ducks a Big Boot attempt and then Bishop with a Big Boot of his own!
Freddy Whoa: BOOM! OUTTA NOWHERE!
The CAPTAIN quickly goes to the top.
Zach Davis: BANZAIIIIIIII!!!
He hits it!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Captain Pantheon - er, excuse me, THE CAPTAIN - wins the match for his team!
Zach Davis: He's surely looking to show Steven Singh exactly what he's capable of, and pinning a giant WCF legend is one way to do that.
Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor is headed back up the ramp, done with this whole affair - I don't think he was too into teaming with the man formerly known as Captain Pantheon, but he worked his ass off to get the win too, as he always does.
The CAPTAIN goes to grab his Tag Team Title, but it is apparently nowhere to be found.
Zach Davis: What the..
CAPTAIN turns towards the VeryBigTron as it lights up, revealing a grinning Steven Singh. The crowd boos mercilessly, and even moreso as they see that he has both Tag Titles draped over his shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: The CAPTAIN had the belt when he came out here - how did Steven find a way to steal it from ringside without anyone noticing!?
Zach Davis: It's what he does!
After the fans have calmed down a bit Singh speaks.
Steven Singh: Captain, Captain, Captain. I want to make it clear that as I say your name, I am NOT saying it in all caps, because no matter what you're calling yourself, you don't deserve that. Just like you don't deserve this Tag Team Title... MY Tag Team Title. Cap 'n Crook is done, this much is obvious, and as such, I'm declaring myself the sole owner of the Tag Team belts. And unfortunately, there's nothing you can do about it.
The VeryBigTron goes to black as The CAPTAIN seethes in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Nothing THE CAPTAIN can do about it? We'll see about that.
Slam goes to commercial.
The camera cuts to backstage.
Burnett is backstage after his gruelling match up and is getting ready for a shower.
All of sudden a massive figure attacks him and beats him down..
Zach Davis: What the hell? After weeks of attacking Menaki, now the UlRic has set the sight on Burnett!
Freddy Whoa: But why him??
Fenris unloads and then shoves him towards Udy, who was standing silently.
Udy catches him in a headlock and hits multiple knees as Burnett tries to fight back.
Zach Davis: Hold on..its not over.
Fenris drops Burnett with a chokeslam on an equipment box as referees and personells try to separate them...
But Udy stands up on the box and locks in the Curse of The UlRic, his version of arm trap crossface.
Freddy Whoa: This guys are like a pack of wild animals..
Zach Davis: Pack of Wolves Freddy and they are relentless..
It takes four personels to remove Udy as he resists to let go go of the submission even after Burnett looks passed out...
Udy finally lets go and Fenris and he backs off.....
Menaki is also there amongst few other superstars who had gathered due to the commotion...
Television Title on the Line
John Rabid/Jared Holmes vs Sebastian Knight/Katherine Phoenix
“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. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's The Ripper hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the boo's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and waving his hapless opponent on with a cocky smirk on his face.
"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.
The house lights go down as purple lights start flashing all around the arena. "Desire" by Meg Myers begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled thigh boots. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowds energy.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 134 pounds.... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times taking the time check out her surroundings. She then runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and bouncing up onto the ring apron, glancing over at the crowd but still not really paying them much attention. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth whilst waiting for the match to begin.
"Guardians at the Gate" by Audiomachine fills the arena via the PA system as Sebastian Knight steps through the curtian with a noticeable lack of theatrics. His gait was focused as he moved down the entrance ramp, ignoring the calls and jeers the closest fans tossed at him, while the music increased intensity around him. Once at ringside, Knight uses the steel steps to climb onto the apron. He grabs onto the top rope and lifts his leg to step through, before hesitating a moment. He finally acknowledges the crowd, panning the sea of faces for a brief moment. The chorus kicks in, and Knight completes his entrance into the ring, moving to the corner with his focus turned inward once more. The music fades out a few moments later as Knight waits, stony-faced, for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: Our Television Champion is here and we're ready to begin!
Knight lets Katherine Phoenix start the match. John Rabid starts for his team. Phoenix rushes him but he sidesteps her and sends her into the Pantheon corner before hitting a series of chops to her chest.
Phoenix stumbles out from the corner and Rabid hits the ropes and then takes her down with a Fameasser. She hits the mat and Rabid goes for the pin.
No, she kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: A short while ago we thought Rabid and Holmes would be murdering each other for the next several months - we didn't at all expect them to come together as a team after all!
Rabid lifts Phoenix up and throws her to the ropes. As she comes back Rabid catches her and executes an Arm Trap Exploder Suplex! He turns to Holmes and tags him in, inviting him to one-up him.
Zach Davis: Pantheon better be careful. They're toying with her, but she CAN be dangerous.
Holmes comes in and lifts her up and hits a series of European Uppercuts before throwing her into a neutral corner. He runs at her and hits a Stinger Splash before lifting her up and climbing up with her.
Freddy Whoa: The 6ix God going high risk...
He executes a Hurricanrana! He quickly follows up by jumping up top and flying off with a Moonsault into a pin!
No!, Kat kicks out again.
Zach Davis: You have to assume Sebastian Knight wouldn't mind Katherine Phoenix losing the match, it would mean his Television Title would be safe.
Freddy Whoa: Funnily enough, Jared Holmes could have been the Television Champion right now - if Sebastian Knight hadn't beaten him to the punch and defeated FPV before XIII. This is kinda Holmes' chance at revenge.
He lifts Katherine Phoenix up and grapples her from behind, but she switches behind him and grapples him! He elbows his way free and switches back behind her and lifts her up.
Zach Davis: He has her up in the Electric Chair position.. BABYMAKER!
No!, before Holmes can hit his move he second guesses putting his foot anywhere near Katherine Phoenix's genitals. The moment of hesitation allows Katherine to wriggle free and drop Holmes with a DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Katherine Phoenix dives and tags in the Television Champion!
Knight comes in and takes Holmes down with a Clothesline. Holmes gets right back up and Knight hits him with a Spinning Backfist. Holmes is sent spinning into his corner and Rabid tags himself in. Knight runs at him before he can climb into the ring but Rabid grabs his head and drops down, snapping his jaw into the rope. Rabid quickly rolls back in as Knight stumbles up and Rabid grabs him from behind and executes a German.
Zach Davis: He keeps him hooked, brings him back up - second German Suplex! Keeps him locked in...
Freddy Whoa: He pulls off the hat trick!
He keeps the third German bridged into a pin attempt.
No!, Knight escapes it. Rabid hits the ropes as Knight struggles to his feet and takes him down with a Chop Block.
Zach Davis: The Television Champion seems to be in trouble here..
Knight stumbles up again, and again, Rabid hits the ropes and hits a Chop Block. The fans boo as Knight slowly works his way to a vertical base one more time and Rabid hits the ropes yet again, this time snapping off a Shining Wizard!
Freddy Whoa: INTO THE PIN!
NO!, Knight gets the shoulder up!
Zach Davis: This man hasn't held the Television Championship for as long as he has without being tough as nails, and he's proving it here against Pantheon.
Rabid tags in Holmes. As Holmes enters the ring he immediately Superkicks Katherine Phoenix off the apron. He turns back to Knight who miraculously has gotten up one last time - BOOM, Cliche Kick!, he pulls him in -
Freddy Whoa: DOLPHIN DRIVER!
Holmes tags in Rabid, who was waiting on the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: PHOENIX SPLASH!
Into the pin.
Freddy Whoa: It took THREE huge moves in a row and some amazing, if not surprising, teamwork between Holmes and Rabid... but we've got a new Television Champion and he is The Ripper!
The bell sounds as Knight rolls out and Holmes rejoins Rabid in the ring. Holmes is handed the Television Title, which he glances at briefly before raising it in the air.
Zach Davis: Pantheon picks up another piece of gold, after Holmes was denied his opportunity at the belt when FPV had it, Rabid has gotten retribution for that! Next up, we have-
Freddy Whoa: Wait, hold up there Zach, look at the titantron!
On the titantron, a video feed comes through of a super close up awkward shot of Seth at his desk with a very nervous look on his face and he is sweating profusely.
Seth Lerch: It has come to my attention that due to the way the Internet Championship match ended at Timebomb, Dagvald Riddik deserves his rematch… right now.
The camera zooms out slowly to reveal a sword to Seth’s throat, and then more to reveal Dag standing there holding it. His eyes are red, his body is horribly bruised and battered, and spit is dripping from his mouth.
Dagvald Riddik: Get ready Katherine. I’ll be down to the ring in just a moment. And don’t worry… I have made a few new connections since you last met me at Timebomb. They have agreed to work out a deal… a deal, to free my Dearest Isabella… Everything is still going according to plan.
Katherine Phoenix manages to stand up in the ring, noticing she is the only one left. She leans against the ropes and shakes her fist at the titantron, and the feed ends. She waits expectantly for Dag to come storming down the ramp. She doesn’t expect when Dag jumps over the barricade behind her, slides in the ring, and nails her in the back of the head with his viking shield. She tumbles over the top rope to the mat. Dag climbs out and shoves her back in the ring and demands the referee ring the bell. The ref hesitates, until Dag shoves his sword at his chest
Zach Davis: The bell has rung! Is this really an Internet Championship match we are witnessing, right here, right now?
Dag picks up Katherine and hits the Societal Collapse. She lands hard on the ring post and flops down onto her neck, and Dag rolls her over violently. He goes for the pin.
Kyle Steel: And your newww, Internet Champion, Dagvald Riddik!
Freddy Whoa: I can't believe what we have just witnessed... Dag is the new Internet Champion!
Zach Davis: In a manner which really undersells and undercuts the significance of the moment, but what can you do.
Dag stands triumphantly with his psychotic glazed over look still not changing. He yanks the championship belt out of the ref’s hands and holds it high above his head, then clutches it to his chest and collapses to his knees; crocodile tears escaping his bloodshot eyes and mixing with the dried blood on his lips. He gets up and kicks Katherine out of the ring, then grabs a microphone.
Dagvald Riddik: I’m sorry everyone… there will be no time to celebrate tonight. The plan must move forward, and I can’t waste any more time of those involved. Next week… you will all see the fruits of my labor...
Slam goes to commercial.
FPV/Dion Necurat/Joe Smarts vs Everest
The beginning of "Alone With All The World” plays triumphantly throughout the arena, enticing a raucous wave of boos from the crowd. The lights gradually begin to dim, coming down to a dark hue that places extra emphasis on the stage. Large, golden letters flash over the black titantron.
THE FUTURE KING...
A flash of golden pyro goes off as Ethan King makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage area, all-knowing smile spread over his face as he holds both arms out in a welcoming gesture, bathing in both the adulation and spite from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring, from Los Angeles, California. He stands six-feet two inches, weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds. Representing Everest, he is 'The Eminent'... ETHAAAAAANNNN... KIIINNNNGGGGGGG!
The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, arms still held out by his side as he ignores the few hands of fans reaching over the barricade to try and get a touch of the sensation.
He bounds up onto the apron of the ring, mouthing the words “Showtime” to the camera arrogantly before leaping and swinging himself over the top rope, he lands elegantly and spins around, holding his arms out once more before coming to a complete stop in the centre of the ring.
He smiles once more before retreating to his own corner of the ring, sitting down with a look of amusement on his face as he awaits for the match to commence.
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 arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the screen does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches..
The song plays on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears center stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with cut-off, black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present, as well as the everyday struggles and politics of being the mayor, this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing their hatred towards him, even as he rebuilds their city, he was still always known as the bad guy. He begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lens of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring, causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
‘Got a bullet with your name on it.
As the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo, David Sanchez slides under the bottom ropes and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
The opening beats of 'Catgroove' plays throughout the arena as the crowd goes silent. As the music continues, a faint voice echoes around the arena. The only words that are understandable are
'Dams it, the mic is toos quiet.'
Then a deafening voice can be heard over the arena saying
'HERE COME... OH FUCKS, IT TOOS LOUD!!!'
Finally, as the final part of the opening beats of Catgroove plays, a reasonably loud microphone can be heard throughout the arena.
'Here come the World Smartsest Man, Captain Bruddahhood, JOE SMAAAAAARTS!!!!
Then the crowd realises that Joe fiddled with the mic volume, and they cheer out loud when he struts out on stage, doing a Scotty 2 Hotty dance down, I suppose, as the main part of Catgroove plays.
Joe climbs up the steps, and falls over the ropes into the ring. He then taps his head, as he fails to try and display his 'intelligence'.
"Domination" by Symphony X begins to play throughout the Arena. "The Legion", 20 Centurion guards march down the aisle, lining up 10 on one side and 10 on the other leading down to the ring and stand at attention.
A quadriga of four Clydesdale horses pulling a chariot made of gold appears carrying "The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat and makes its way down the aisle as if entering the Roman Colosseum ready to do battle and circles the ring and stops.
As Dion enters the ring, the quadriga of four Clydesdale horses pulling a chariot made of gold makes its way back up the aisle and disappears followed by The Legion.
"The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat, standing in the middle of the ring, drawing a Gladius from the hip and starts banging the hilt against a custom made Vibranium/steel alloy Spartan shield calling out his opponent to engage him into a fight to the death.
Dion's fans stand in unison to cheer their warrior as gold coins in Dion Necurat's likeness rains down on him in the center of the ring. He looks out to his fans, who give Dion the thumbs up and gives his opponent the thumbs down, meaning "Death!"
Dion raises both arms holding the Gladius and custom made Spartan shield wide out over his head in praise to the crowd and let's out a Gladiator bloodcurdling scream.
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.
All three men now in the ring, the ref calls for the bell!
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: And we're off ladies and gentlemen. Tonight is the end of The Brotherhood, as they have their final official match together here on Slam.
Freddy Whoa: But as one door closes, another opens, as tonight is the FIRST official team up of Everest. David Sanchez. Steven Singh. Ethan King. Three very strong competitors as individuals, but they can function as a team? Let's find out.
Starting for the Brotherhood is Dion, starting for Everest is Ethan King. The two lock up, as King takes the early advantage when he unhooks one of his arms and jabs Dion in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. King then gets to work hitting a devastating combo of rights and lefts to Dion, before ending with an unceremonious slap to the face. He then gets in a scoop slam as the crowd boos his early domination of the match. With Dion now on the ground, Ethan gets to stomping on his arm with alarming verocity.
Zach Davis: Ethan King getting early hits in for Everest, and the crowd is hating it!
Freddy Whoa: They know that Dion will make the comeback eventually, but now he's in deep trouble.
Having sufficiently deconstructed Dion, King makes the tag to Singh, who wastes no time getting right to the downed Dion...but NO, Dion gets back to his feet, perhaps surprising Singh a bit. Dion, still a little hazy, runs with force as he hits Singh with a clothesline. The move connects, but Dion hit the move with the arm that got stomped, and takes a moment to recover. This is all the time Singh needs, as he gets back up to hit Dion with a snap suplex, but Dion sees it coming and quickly spinebusters The Superstar. His energy all spent, Dion rushes to make the quick tag to FPV, who comes in like a house of fire, with multiple strikes to Singh. He then follows up with a double-knee gutbuster! The tide is quickly turning to the 'Hood's favor as FPV makes the cover.
TW-kickout by Singh.
FPV looks to continue his offense, looking to pick Steven up for a brainbuster, but just before he hits the move, something happens at ringside. Singh's compatriots start complaining to the ref about...something, we don't know what. They start mouthing off to the ref, distracting him long enough for Singh to LOW BLOW THE FUCK out of FPV, sending him right to his knees as he releases the hold on Singh. The crowd is livid...
Freddy Whoa: Oh c'mon! There's just no need for that.
Zach Davis: Yeah! Get in there ref, for fuck's sake!
It's now open season for Singh, who knees the downed FPV in the face. Frank now fully on the ground, Singh starts to stomp a proverbial mudhole in his ass, leaving him wide open for punishment. He picks FPV up, gives him an eye poke for good measure, then goes to make the tag to Sanchez. BUT WAIT! Joe Smarts reaches over the ropes, and manages to touch Frank's back, making the tag and saving Frank from certain doom. Now it's Joe Smarts vs. David Sanchez, and while Joe does a pose trying to show Sanchez he's not afraid, it's to no avail as Sanchez roundhouse kicks him in the gut, as as he bends over, grabs his head and hits a single underhook spike DDT.
Zach Davis: Central Nervous Shutdown from Sanchez! This doesn't look good!
With Smarts now vulnerable, Sanchez gets down and locks in a straight jacket camel clutch.
Freddy Whoa: Quickly following up with a Castro Clutch! Smarts needs to get something done here or his teams dreams of victory are over!
He's got no choice.
Zach Davis: Everest wins it.
Sanchez releases the hold and is immediately joined by Ethan King and Steven Singh. The trio stare into the camera as the fans boo.
Freddy Whoa: In their first official match, they've dispatched with the remnants of the Brotherhood. What's next for these men?
Seth Lerch Segment
Master of Puppets hits the airwaves and the crowd mostly boos as Seth Lerch makes his way out from behind the curtain. At least 30 heavily armed guards walk behind him as Lerch walks down the ramp, in his usual attire except he keeps opening his suit jacket to show a black t-shirt with white font that reads "CoolWearSux". The sold out arena is not impressed and Seth makes his way into the ring as the heavily armed guards walk around the ring to completely surround it to protect Seth Lerch.
Zach Davis: This is just outrageous. This HAS to put a huge dent into the budget.
Seth Lerch: I told you, I told you, I told you!
Seth Lerch: I TOLD you, Torture, that you were going to be SCREWED for life, pal! I told you, you were banned from Wrestling Championship Federation, you were BANNED from MY ring and you didn't listen. Heh, you never listen! And now you're going to pay the ultimate price! Buwaha.
Seth Lerch: I know some of you have been reading the rumors on TMZ, or following Tortures stupid twitter account, so I'll fill the rest of you in and give you all the FACTS about what's really happening. I told Torture before Timebomb if he was to step foot inside MY ring he wasn't just going to be BANNED for LIFE.. he was going to be SCREWED for life, and guess what? That dumb, over-rated, has-been never-was, stupid, son of a bitch got in MY ring, and put his hands on ME!
Crowd cheers for Torture attacking Seth.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, eat it up you dumb rednecks, the POINT is because he put his hands on me, he's not only banned.. he's SCREWED! So let me tell you what's happening in Tortures sad pitiful life. He's sitting at home right now because I dropped a five hundred million dollar lawsuit on his ass!
The crowd boos as loud as possible.
Seth Lerch: The lawsuit language also states that Torture be suspended until the lawsuit is settled, but I'm going to wrap up so much of the courts time, it'll be YEARS before anything even gets moving on it! That's what you get, Torture, you hear me? That's what you get! Sit at home eating Pizza Rolls you dumb bastard! Buwaha!
Seth Lerch: In addition to his suspension from his own company, the FIVE HUNDRED MILLION dollar lawsuit, and Torture being banned from WCF FOREVER, I've decided to bankroll a very cool project for all you fans! I've decided to release a box-set Blu-Ray of every ONE pay per view in the highest of definitions at the low cost of $99.99, and that's not all, folks! A part of this special box-set Blu-Ray is THE WCF Exclusive LIMITED-EDITION ONE presented by LucasFilm where I paid for the best CGI editors and producers in the business to change the Torture-Jayson Price tag team match to where Price pins Torture and beats him at ONE! Buwahahahaha! That's right! I changed the finish! Torture doesn't win.. HE LOSES! HAHA!
Crowd boos. We're now seeing footage of the match where Price hits Torture with a stiff finisher and Price hooks the leg. Ref counts the three. Price beats Torture at ONE. All in CGI of course.
Zach Davis: This has to be a joke.
Freddy Whoa: Did you see that quality? Lucas Arts does not mess around! That looked like it really happened!
Zach Davis: Oh my god, I'm getting word, that this is in-fact real, and we're going to ship them to every retail store tomorrow morning. What the hell is going on?
Freddy Whoa: This is a game-changer!
The fans are booing like crazy.
Seth Lerch: This boxset Blu-Ray will be available to purchase on our website tonight, and at every major box store in America tomorrow morning! I'm doing this for you!
Seth Lerch: That means one thing... Price pinning Torture at ONE means that Price is now one of the few wrestlers in the world to have ONE HUNDRED WINS! MAKE SOME NOISE FOR PRICE! Great job, Jayson!, You did it, man! You're welcome!
Zach Davis: Oh my god, I didn't even think of that..
Freddy Whoa: WOOOOOOAAAAA. THIS IS INSANE.
Zach Davis: Is there any level Seth won't go to, to screw Torture!? ...Seth is such a dick. He KNOWS Jayson Price has to hate this, this farce... he's killing two birds with one stone, pissing Price off like this.
Freddy Whoa: This is on Torture! He showed up at Timebomb, he should have just stayed home.
Zach Davis: Damn it, Freddy, no one would have stayed home! If ANYONE was in Tortures position, every single person would have showed up and fought for what is right! That's all Torture has been doing! Seth is a monster and I'm.. I'm just going to shut my mouth so I don't end up fired, but I'm not happy about this!
Freddy Whoa: Look, I'm not either, but there isn't much we can do about it.
Seth Lerch: Torture has been suspended from his own billion-dollar company, he's tied up in a FIVE HUNDRED MILLION dollar lawsuit, we are now releasing ONE where Price has pinned Torture, and Price is now at one hundred wins in his career, and Torture is BANNED from Wrestling Championship Federation FOR LIFE!
Seth Lerch: And I'm not done yet..
Crowd boos even louder as Seth grins at the camera.
Zach Davis: Oh god, what now!?
Seth Lerch: Now for the fun part. You see, as owner and creater of WCF and Tortures career, buwaha, it is my duty to inform you: Because of Tortures terrible behavior as a banned employee who did not follow strict protocol at Timebomb, I must revoke Torture's Hall of Fame status.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?!
Freddy Whoa: YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!?
Seth Lerch: That's right! Stop booing for one second so I can say this! It's not easy for me!
Seth grins pissing off every single person in the building.
Seth Lerch: I officially revoke Torture's Hall of Fame status as he is no longer a part of Wrestling Championship Federation, and certainly will NEVER be in the Hall of Fame for as long as I live. That is all, ladies and gentlemen, GOODBYE AND F
Master of Puppets hits the speakers and the crowd is half shocked and half depressed about what they just heard.
Zach Davis: I don't get it, Freddy. Torture is now no longer in the Hall of Fame, he's being CGI'ed out of his last One match, he's banned, he's suspended from his own company!
Freddy Whoa: Don't forget Price now has 100 wins! What the hell, Zach?
Zach Davis: Oh my god, WCF just got flipped upside down if you ask me. What next? Strip Champions of their titles?! Ban more workers?
Freddy Whoa: Don't give him anymore ideas, Zach, he can hear us!
Zach Davis: We're going to a commercial break, and I need a minute to process everything that just happened.
Freddy Whoa: We'll be right back on WCF Slam!
World Title Match
Jason O'Neal vs Joey Flash
Zach Davis: And here we go Ladies and Gentlemen; the main event of the evening. You’d have to say that this is one hell of a mountain for Jason O’Neil to climb. Even if he can survive the Sudden Flash and the World, he'll still have to contend with one almighty maneuver
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! “Bite The Dust” has proven to be the alpha dog of all Superkicks; this is as close to Jason actually versing Goliath as you can possibly get.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger…
#1 by Nelly hits and Jason O'Neal walks arrogantly to the ring. No fuss from the challenger as he climbs the ropes and enters the squared circle, ignoring the boos of dissent from the arena.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent! Hailing from The Bronx, New York! At six feet, two inches tall. Weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED WCF CHAMPION OF THE WORLD! Joey Flash!
“Mile Zero” by Periphery hits as the arena lights dim. The crowd is abuzz as the atmosphere builds to fever pitch. There’s a beat before Joey Flash, in all his magnificent glory, emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
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 the crowd with both apathy and disgust as he eventually hands over the World title to Kyle Steel.
Both men start by circling each other, Joey demands a test of strength. O’Neil thinks twice, but eventually steps up with a confident swagger as both sets of hands are locked. They push forward, leaning their bodies into each other as they search for an opening. O’Neil decides to apply more torque by lifting his arms high, Joey lowers his center of gravity and uses his natural ability to unbalance the real deal as O’Neil tumbles backwards. Joey releases his grip as Jason cannons back into a nearby turnbuckle while Joey springs to his feet, prancing around the ring with a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eye.
Zach Davis: Flash as confident as ever. Nobody performs better in a big match situation than Joey Flash!
O’Neil takes a powder as he shakes off the encounter. On the count of five O’Neil re-enters the ring and cannons forward, he baseball slides under a clothesline attempt and delivers a set of knife edge chops that rock Joey; his all white boots backpedaling with every strike!
Joey slams on the breaks with the impact of the fourth chop and retaliates with a series of his own! O’Neil cries in agony as Flash steps up the attack with some nifty lefts and rights to the body as the world suddenly remembers just how good of a striker Mister Malganaggi actually is. The boxing blows knock the wind out of O’Neil as Joey delivers a snap suplex and hooks the leg.
Stanley Moser: One! Two!
Way too early in the game for a three as O’Neil kicks out. Joey goes up top and goes for a diving elbow as O’Neil scouts the move and rolls out of the way. Flash however lands on his feet, a gut kick is followed by an attempt to lock in the, “Pain is Love”, Italian arm bar on O’Neil, who spins and lowers his centre of gravity, twisting and countering the move with a Saito suplex on Flash!
Zach Davis: Shades of Flash’s very first match with Occulo and Taz Taylor, that match was all the way back in November 2015! To think, In just a few short years, Flash has become a worldwide household name to millions of wrestling fans. What a meteoric rise!
Flash to his feet before O’Neil can make the cover, O’Neil goes for a Hurricanrana but the move is blocked and countered into “The Lightning Bolt”, Flash goes for a cover after administering the spiked German!
Zach Davis: Spiked German, we haven’t seen that move in a while!
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Moser drags Flash away as Joey stands and belittles the referee. This gives O’Neil time to gather his senses; dragging himself to his feet by the turnbuckle as O’Neil goes for a low blow on Flash! Irish whipping the champ over the top rope!
O’Neil feels energized as he takes a run up and suicide dives though the second rope at a crumpled Joey as--
Flash was feigning the injury as he delivers a SUDDEN FLASH OUTTA NOWHERE! The punch connects with explosive force as O’Neil cannons backwards from the straight right hand! O’Neil recoiling now into the unforgiving steel turnbuckle which opens up a nasty cut above his right eye. Joey is still winded from O’Neil’s previous attack but catches his breath now as he lifts up his challenger, rolling O’Neil inside the ring on the count of six!
Flash joins him soon after as he hooks the leg
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Zach Davis: Again! This guy has the devil’s luck!
Flash drags O’Neil into the center of the ring and goes for the cover again as O’Neil hits an eye rake and rolls to his feet, locking in the “Money Maker”, Sharp Shooter; Flash reaches for the ropes as O’Neil leans back and locks in the submission maneuver still further. Flash shakes his head as the ref asks. Flash reach for the ropes as--
O’Neil drags Flash to the center of the ring! O’Neil screaming for the submission as Flash flips O’Neil over with his sheer lower body strength and counters the move with an ankle bar! O’Neil scrambles for the ropes as Flash lets go of the submission and stamps on O’Neil’s fingers!
Flash Irish whips O’Neil into the turnbuckle and follows up with a almighty dropkick! Back stabber into a german suplex as Flash is on fire! He senses it, this is the end!
Zach Davis: Here it comes. Bite..The..Du-
As Flash steps up to deliver the finishing blow, the arena lights shut off rendering the ringside area in patch blackness. The lights illuminate our scene once more as we see Joey Flash and Jason O’Neal encircled by the three members of Everest. Sanchez, Singh and King look in at the top competitors from the ringside apron.
Freddy Whoa: This could be big trouble here!
David Sanchez steps through the ropes and immediately turns his wrath on the third man in the ring, dropping Stan Moser with a right to the chops. Flash shoots a glance at Sanchez before deciding to finish through on his maneuver, unleashing a ferocious Bite the Dust to Jason O’Neal sending him crumpling into the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: What is Joey thinking here?! More importantly what the hell are Everest doing?
Flash wheels round onto the approaching David Sanchez and ducks a rushing clothesline before springing off the ropes and nailing Sanchez with one of his own. The Everest monarch drops to the canvas momentarily as his partners jump into the ring for the kill. Flash sets...loads…
Freddy Whoa: THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As Flash prepares to unleash the devastating maneuver on all three members of Everest, he is blasted from behind by a man in a bizarre lizard mask with a crowbar. The World Champion drops to his knees before being blasted a second time. The lizard masked man looks at O’Neal, then at the incredulous Everest before finally looking down at Flash. He drops the crowbar outside the ring and hops over the ropes to the outside.
The man with the lizard mask retreats up the ramp and exits through the curtain as the crowd is tectonic in its fury.
Zach Davis: I don’t think anyone was expecting...this, even Everest.
Flash’s prone body lays on the floor, blood pooling around his cranium. The three members of Everest take stock as David Sanchez motions toward the referee, then toward Jason O’Neal. Sanchez rouses the referee with a couple of slaps around the face as Singh grabs his old nemesis The Real Deal and flops him on top of the unconscious World Champion.
Zach Davis: Oh no. Please god.
Stanley Moser groggily makes his way toward the pinfall, dropping to the canvas…
Freddy Whoa: No!
Freddy Whoa: This can’t be happening, somebody...stop this.
Zach Davis: Not like this..
*DING DING DING*
Freddy Whoa: WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION! The man who has been nigh on undefeatable in his two and a half year career has been...has been…
Zach Davis: Has been screwed!
Immediately Everest are in the ring once more, Sanchez blasts Moser once more - taking great joviality in felling the weak official. Ethan King, having procured the WCF World Championship from ringside waits for Jason O’Neal to rise before handing him the belt, a grin on his face.
Zach Davis: Jason O’Neal is our new World Champion and is he…
As the three Everest members share a look, Steven Singh places a hand on O’Neal’s shoulder...then blasts him straight in the face. All three Everest members begin putting the boots to the new World Champion as Jason O’Neal manages to grab his belt in the melee before rolling out of the ring. Jason stares up at Everest and gives them the stank face before making the ‘throat slit’ gesture toward the three men as he stalks back up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: At war with Everest? You’re damn sure he is.
As the champion lifts his newly won title up toward the crowd, the crowd’s boos mixed with the chants of ‘bullshit’ ring out across the building turn into a hush as the scene starting to unfold in the ring takes precedence as Sanchez, King and Singh loom above the prone, bleeding legend in the centre of the ring. David Sanchez confiscates the microphone from Kyle Steel, who in his incredulity still hasn’t announced the result of the match.
David Sanchez: How does this feel?! Hey Joe. Wake up you fucking punk, I want you awake to see what I’ve done. What I’ve done...to you.
King and Singh grab Flash each by an arm and the Italian begins to blink away the blood as he groggily stirs himself conscious. His eyes fixed only on David Sanchez.
David Sanchez: You might be the best wrestler to ever step through the ropes - but know this much: you lost tonight. You lost, and this is it for you. From Colombia, with love. I guess in the end...The World is not enough-
The intensity on The Plague’s voice is cut short as ‘The Mysterious Pantheon Theme’ hits across the speakers much to the euphoria of the crowd.
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: Here we go.
Stepping out from the curtain are Wade Moor, John Rabid and Corey Black - the three men stand at the top of the ramp as the crowd begin to lose their shit. In response, Sanchez barks at his stablemates to load Joey into a piledriver position as he clambers through the ropes and prepares to ascend the top rope.
After a few moments, another figure emerges from the curtain. The lizard masked man who caused so much havoc earlier. The man strides past the other members of Pantheon and holds a hand up as if to stop their advance. Sanchez, now on the top rope looks out across at the ramp at his enemies.
Zach Davis: What the hell-
With his left hand the man wearing the lizard mask deftly plucks the veil of masquerade from his face as his blonde locks cascade from within, a look of pure hatred wrenched across his features as he stares at the bloody, beaten leader of Pantheon.
Freddy Whoa: THAT SON OF A BITCH!
Zach Davis: It’s Jared Holmes!
Holmes raises his hand toward the sky and turns the ‘stop’ palm into a sign of defiant usurpation.
Jared Holmes: Long live the king.
Thumbs down. Spike piledriver. End of The World.
Fade to black.