the Verizon Wireless Arena in Manchester, New Hampshire
Zach Davis: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, around the world to WcF Slam!! With one more week to Explosion we have an action packed line-up for tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Tonight’s first match is a tag team match chaulked full of competitors looking to find traction in the WcF. Without further ado, let’s get the show on the road.
#1 by Nelly hits the PA system and out comes Jason O’Neal to a highly mixed reaction from the crowd. He wears a finely tailored Armani suit and the World Title over his shoulder. He soaks it in arrogantly and then makes his way down to the ring.
Zach Davis: Just like his World Title Reign, not scheduled, nobody wants it, and we are all praying it’s short.
Freddy Whoa: This man did what only five other people have ever done in the ring. Give him a break. He is your World Champ.
Zach Davis: Hashtag not my champ.
Jason gets to the ring grabs a microphone. He gets to the center of the ring and soaks in the atmosphere. Half the crowd is ecstatic to have a real champion and the other half is pissed off about the way he obtained the title.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Roll the footage…
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The megatron recalls the events of last week…
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!
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Zach Davis: Expert editing there…
Freddy Whoa: That was the important part, Zach give him some credit.
Back in the ring. The crowd erupts knowing that it didn’t happen that smoothly. Jason adjusts the title on his shoulder.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Like it or not, I am the World Champion. (The crowd explodes in a variety of responses) To those of you who are happy: You’re Welcome. To those of you are hoping this title reign ends next week.
Jason simply holds up a middle finger which causes another eruption from the mixed crowd.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: One full week, seven days… Joey Flash’s name and photo still highlights the front page of the website as the World Champion. Tech support said that since the title will be defended next week at Explosion and I am likely to lose it will be a onetime transition instead of changing my name for Flash and then to FPV, they can go straight to FPV.
Half of the crowd applaudes…
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I have no idea why there is a segment of the population in and around the WcF who applaud Flash and the like who had the week off before and directly after the pay per views and title defense. Then had the nerve to call himself the best ever. You people fucking applauded part-time. You worshiped it.
A “Flash is God” chant erupts from half the crowd.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: See what I mean, you accepted mediocre shit polished to be Flash. It doesn’t matter how I obtained the title, the fact of the matter is I have it and you all should be happy that someone who doesn’t pick his own matches and is a real superstar has risen.
The other half of the crowd erupts in applause.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I’ve seen twitter, I’ve seen the message boards, I’ve seen the exclusive interviews with superstars around the WcF… shock, disappointment, disbelief, a hope that FPV can get the title into the hands of someone who “deserves it.”
Half boos and half applause.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I’ve been saying since I got here, the WcF is all about a select few a chosen minority who spend their time in the ivory tower and control the lives of the other 95% of the roster. I am the weed that fucking round up didn’t work on. Bates beat the hell out of me in the first couple of weeks here… I didn’t leave. Battle and I went toe to toe… I didn’t back down. I kept calling them out. Flash pinned me by the skin of his teeth. I pinned Price… I fucking PINNED FLASH!! I am the fucking World Champion!!!
Applause from the pro O’Neal side.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: To all those in the back who stupidly think you control your own destiny. Who naively think you have a shot at anything. There is still a select few who would take a crowbar to the head to make your title reign look illegitimate. Those who would make it seem like a person needs seven other people to interfere to win. All to make it seem like he stole it and he is a pussy and FPV should be the true World Champion.
Boos from the pro O’Neal side of the crowd.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: I take nothing from Frank, he is a hell of a competitor and everyone is in for a show next week. However, Flash was a dirty underbelly of an establishment that would put the World Champion in a six man match with four guys that want to kill him, the week before he defends the title. All because he was never supposed to get there in the first place. I am supposed to be here, regardless of what those never-have-beens in the back spew. Frank, all I can say is see you next week.
The crowd pops in totality.
“THE REAL DEAL” JASON O’NEAL: Now let’s get this show on the road.
Flashing Lights by Kanye West hits and Jason rolls out of the ring and walks back up the ramp past Vic Vegas as he makes his way down…
Trey Carter/Vic Vegas vs The Very Big Alliance
The lights dim through the brief intro of the song. As soon as the beat picks up after, "Ya'll n***** got me hot", the arena is filled with red, white and black stars as Trey Carter slowly walks in with his usual self absorbed swagger. He takes him time coming down to ring, and isn't shy about telling off fans on his way down. He gives a cocky smile as he walks up the steps and ducks under the second rope to climb into the ring. The lights all meet him in the center of the ring in a mix of red, white and black before he throws his arm up in the air and the turnbuckle fireworks shoot off.
"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.
Rock Out-Motorhead Plays as they both come out Roaring and shouting at the crowd, they turn to each other and high five. When their hands touch pyro is fired. They then slowly walks down to the ring once there they catch their breath.
Zach Davis: Tag team bout to start off Slam, here we go!
The newcomer Trey Carter starts the match for his team. He ties up with William the Behemoth but William pushes him into a neutral corner and then Clotheslines him into it. William runs back and then towards him, hitting a big Splash!
Freddy Whoa: Very painful move coming from the big man!
The fans boo as Trey stumbles forward and William is able to lift him up and execute a Military Press! William goes for a pin.
No!, Trey kicks out.
Zach Davis: We don't know much about Trey Carter yet except that he won't give in, even after such impactful moves!
William picks Trey up and Trey stuns him with a Jawbreaker before kicking him in the gut and taking him down with a DDT! Trey goes for a pin of his own.
No!, kickout from William.
Freddy Whoa: We spoke to see, we also know that he can do a mean comeback!
Carter stomps at William a few times before turning him over and putting him into a High Angle Boston Crab!
Zach Davis: Submission applied! But here comes Ainsley Ivanovic.
Ivanovic kicks Carter off. Vic tries to enter the ring and the ref tells him not to, giving the Very Big Alliance the time to grab Carter, both of them getting him by the throat....
Freddy Whoa: Comedy Gold!
Ivanovic leaves the ring as William pins Carter.
No!, another kickout from Carter. William now grabs Carter by the legs and goes to lock him in a Texas Cloverleaf.
Zach Davis: If he can get this locked in, the match will be over!
But no!, Carter kicks him away and rolls and tags in Vic Vegas! William has stumbled to his corner and tagged in Ivanovic. The two meet in the middle of the ring and begin brawling.
Freddy Whoa: Not a good idea, Vic.
Indeed, Ainsley Ivanovic quickly gains the upper hand. The four hundred pounder sends Vic reeling into the ropes and then throws him across the ring. As Vic comes back, Ivanovic kicks him in the gut, doubling him over, and then Powerbombs him!
Zach Davis: Such power!
Ivanovic picks him up and knees him in the gut several times before positioning him.... Pumphandle Slam!
Freddy Whoa: Another pin attempt!
Vic gets the foot on the ropes!
Zach Davis: Vic Vegas is nothing if not resourceful!
Ivanovic picks Vic up and whips him to the ropes. Somehow Vic reverses it and Ivanovic goes to the ropes instead. As he's coming back Vic executes a Drop Toehold and then puts him into a Headlock, but Ivanovic fights out of it almost instantly. Both men are to their feet and Vic goes for a Dropkick but the 400 lbs Ivanovic shrugs that off and goes for a Standing Lariat. Vic ducks it and goes for ANOTHER Dropkick. He still won't go down. Vic goes for one more Dropkick but Ivanovic swats him away. Ivanovic shoves him into the corner and William enters the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Huge Combo!
Vic moves out of the way as William goes for his Splash! The ref yells at him to get out of the ring and this gives Vic the opportunity to low blow Ivanovic!
Zach Davis: Carter flies off the top with a Leaping Superman Punch, he calls that his Knox!
Freddy Whoa: This allows Vic to grab him and execute the Royal Flush!
Vic drops down and pins Ivanovic.
Zach Davis: Wow, Vic Vegas and Trey Carter have done it!
The bell sounds!
Freddy Whoa: What a start to Slam! Trey Carter and Vic Vegas may not be big, they may not even be an alliance, but they won here tonight!
Lachlan Rhodes vs Jaice Wilds vs Jay West vs Menaki vs Bishop vs Katherine Phoenix
Kyle Steel: The following match is a Battle Royal elimination match in which the only way you can be eliminated is by being thrown over the top rope… introducing in the ring… JAICE WILDS… JAY WEST… MENAKI… BISHOP… AND LACHLAN RHODES!!!
Zach Davis: A solid fan reaction for the guys in the ring… no doubt that will change in just a moment…
Freddy Whoa: Haha, right. I mean let's be honest here, at this point Adolf Hitler himself could return from the dead and the fans would view him as the “face” against her. She's just that hateable.
Kyle Steel: And the final opponent…
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.
Zach Davis: Errrrrr, what is she wearing? She does know that she's got a match right now, right?
Katherine stands at the top of the entrance ramp, instead of her usual ring attire however she is wearing an extremely tight body fitting black business suit, tight black miniskirt and black high heels, her white shirts top buttons undone to reveal her cleavage. Katherine proceeds to march down to the ring, ignoring the fans who are giving her the usual heat she now fully expected. She steps round to the announce table, glaring at both the ringside commentators before grabbing a microphone and climbing up into the ring. Katherine steps in the middle of the wrestlers already in the ring, standing next to Kyle Steel and whispering a few things into his ear before smiling sweeping at all the men standing in the ring with her.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner… the greatest wrestler and ONLY true Hall of Famer in WCF history… MISS PHOENIX!!!
Zach Davis: Wha?! Miss Phoenix?!! What the hell is going on?! How is she the winner… the match hasn't even begun?!
Freddy Whoa: I have a bad feeling about this…
Remaining in the ring with her, each wrestler just stares at the brunette and Kyle Steel not moving. Growing tired of this though Katherine finally lifts her own microphone up to her mouth whilst scowling at each of the men surrounding her.
Katherine Phoenix: Didn't you hear what he said?! This match is over! I won! You're all fucking terrible! NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF SETHS RING!!! NOW!!!
Before any of them can even make a move Katherine turns her attention onto the nearest wrestler, who unfortunately for him, happens to be Lachlan Rhodes and BOOTS him between his legs before grabbing him around his head and tossing him over the top rope, crashing down onto the floor below them. Katherine laughs, wickedly, before turning her attention onto the remaining men.
Katherine Phoenix: Unless you want to end up in the same place as that piece of gutter trash I suggest you do as I say! And that is me asking nicely…
Crowd: FUCK YOU PHOENIX… FUCK YOU PHOENIX… FUCK YOU PHOENIX!!!
Katherine Phoenix: Yeah, I'll get to you inbreds in just a moment. Okay, security I'm getting tired of this…
Before Katherine can even finish what she was saying a whole task force of security jump into the ring and begin to viciously beating down Jaice Wilds, Manaki, Jay West and Bishop. Finally all four men are dragged from the ring as Katherine just rolls her eyes at the men as they're forcefully escorted from the arena.
Katherine Phoenix: Now don't tell me I didn't ask nicely… because I so did! Next time you should all just do what I say, when I say it… wait what am I saying?! “The next time”?! Hahahahaha! There won't even be a next time… why?! BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL FIRED!!!
Katherine shrugs her shoulders.
Katherine Phoenix: Probably. Probably not… who knows?! All I know is, everything that is going to happen to EACH OF YOU who attempted to make my life a misery… yeah, it will be Andre Holmes fault! He's definitely the one to blame here, not me! Speaking of which… Andre signs, chants, and even fans are hereby BANNED!!! from all arenas!
The fans immediately begin an Andre Holmes chant, which quite quickly grows quieter and quieter as security begins to lead each Holmes fan away from the arena.
Katherine Phoenix: I am sick of you basement dwellers and disrespectful pieces of trash treating this place like it is your own personal playground! None of you show Seth Lerch the admiration he deserves and quite frankly I am SICK of it! Last week Dagvald Riddik even held a homosexual, unthreatening, pony loving, fag boy sword up to his precious neck and threatened him! He threatened Seth Lerch! The guy who built this place! That was unacceptable! And it would not have happened if he had been around people who appreciate him for everything that he is! And that is why, from this moment on, I am no longer Katherine Phoenix the wrestler… I am Miss Phoenix, Seth Lerchs right hand, and EXTREMELY satisfying, woman! It's about time each of you got in line and respected him for the GENIUS that he is! And I will make sure exactly that happens from here on out!
Katherine Phoenix paused before stepping over to the steel steps at the other side of the ring.
Katherine Phoenix: Oh and one more thing… you thought I was bad when I was the Assistant of Talent Relations?! You have NO IDEA how bad I can be!
Katherine begins to laugh maniacally to herself as she exits the ring.
Zach Davis: I don't believe what we have just witnessed. She doesn't actually have any power, right?!
Freddy Whoa: Oh god I hope not…
Isao Oja vs Sebastian Knight
Zach Davis: Moving right along, we have the former Television Champion Sebastian Knight, coming up against Isao Oja. This is a showcase of two bright young talents, I can’t wait, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to be a good one, Zach. But you have to think Knight must be a little peeved that he dropped his title last week – some extra motivation going into this match, surely.
Zach Davis: We’re well aware of the young man’s track record so far in WCF, and thus far it can only be described as being almost flawlessly dominant. Only time will tell if he’ll get back on track after what happened last week.
Freddy Whoa: Enough of that though, here comes his opponent for tonight – Isao Oja!
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 small Asian 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.
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 prys his left eye as wide as it will go as the crowd loses their minds.
Dressed in black combat shorts with his shoulder length black hair sporting a neat, red streak at the swept back fringe he runs forwards, rolling under the bottom rope and simply lying there for a moment; perfectly still as if paralyzed by his own introduction.
Kyle Steel: From Osaka, Japan. Weighing in at two-hundred and two pounds... The EYE-OPENAHHHH! ISA-OH OJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
After being introduced, Isao picks himself up to his feet and stands in the corner, awaiting for Sebastian Knight to make his way out to the ring.
"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.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! From Manhattan, New York. Weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-five pounds… SEBASTIAN… KNIGHT!
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.
The bell sounds, both men step out from their respective corners.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Isao Oja pulls up his arms, offering a lock-up, Knight appears unimpressed and hangs back, looking loose and relaxed as he awaits for the foreigner to approach him instead. Oja complies and takes a pace forward, only to be rocked by a hard forearm from Knight, who launched forward with surprising speed and caught The Eye-Opener with surprising speed. Isao Oja staggers back a pace, but not far enough to prevent Knight from grabbing the back of his skull and pushing his head straight into another vicious forearm, followed by another.
Freddy Whoa: Sebastian doesn’t want to waste time tonight, this isn’t looking good for Isao.
The Japanese native already has a busted lip as the force of the blows backs him up into the ropes, another forearm sends him dipping in between the top and middle rope – this doesn’t prevent the former Television Champion from continuing to hammer away, a look of disgust evident over his face. The referee tries to jump between the two, trying in vain to force the ruthless Knight from backing away. Unable to, he begins a count.
Sebastian Knight backs away, releasing his hold of Oja’s head and standing in the middle of the ring, now once again stone-faced as he watches his opponent fall to his knees, holding his mouth and checking for blood. The crowd lets out a light cheer as The Eye-Opener makes his way back to his feet, now frowning toward his opponent.
Zach Davis: Isao looks unhappy with the way this match has started, he’s already taken a lot of this – some of which were unnecessary. That won’t sit well with him at all.
Once again, Isao steps forward, offering another lock-up. This time, Sebastian Knight entertains the idea, locking his arms over the shoulders of his opponent and attempting to overpower him, his forward momentum is immediately used against him as Isao slips his arm around the head of Knight and clasps his hands together, putting The Mimic into a side headlock.
Before Knight can even react, Oja transfers his weight to the other side and swings Knight over his head, taking him down and holding him against the floor, he keeps him there momentary before nailing him with a hard punch directly on the forehead. Knight squirms underneath him, but Oja is resilient and holds him in that position, landing another blow to the top of the skull this time.
Gradually, he begins to bring himself back up to his feet, carrying Knight along with him, still having him held in the side-head lock. Knight goes to throw a right hand into the ribs, but before he can Isao changes his position, pulling himself forward which causes him to end up behind Knight, whilst still holding his head with both his hands. He snaps down to the canvas, crushing the back of Knight’s skull to the mat with a neckbreaker.
Freddy Whoa: Caught him! Isao starting to take control now.
Zach Davis: He better be careful though, Knight can and will take of any slight mishap that his opposition commits.
He drags Sebastian over toward the bottom left turnbuckle corner, before pacing backward and waiting for the young star to stumble up to his feet, still holding the back of his head. He is unable to react in time to the charging Isao Oja, who leaps into the air and nails Knight with a single-legged dropkick, sending him careening into the turnbuckle corner and bouncing off it hard – hard enough to drop him straight back down to the mat, face first. Isao wastes no time in scrambling up to his feet and rolling his opponent over, hooking the inside leg. The referee slides in to make the count.
TW-NO! Quick kick-out by Knight, no real sign of weakness being shown by him yet.
Zach Davis: It’s going to take a lot more than that to rid The Eye-Opener of his opponent here tonight, though I’m sure he already knows that.
Isao props himself up to his knees, grabbing at Sebastian’s hair and pulling the other man up with him as he pushes up to a standing position. He hooks Knight’s leg and brings it upward, preparing for an Exploder Suplex, but before he can execute the move he receives a sharp elbow to the head, followed by a repeated elbow which makes him relinquish his grasp. A scowling Knight now hangs his arm around Oja’s neck, bracing his feet against the canvas as he lifts him and promptly sends him back-first into the mat with a snap suplex. He floats over for a cover of his own.
TW-NO! Kick-out by Oja.
Knight is unperturbed by this, he cradles his arm around the head of Oja once more and brings him up to his feet, winding him with a quick knee to the mid-section, before…
Zach Davis: Setting up for another suplex? He has him up…
Freddy Whoa: BRAINBUSTER! He just knocked him out cold!
Zach Davis: Here goes the cover.
Kickout by Oja, Sebastian Knight sits up, frowning slightly.
Zach Davis: He’s looking a little agitated now, but it seems he’s still keeping his cool. Sebastian Knight is in complete control at the moment.
Freddy Whoa: He’s backing up now, probably looking to set up for something that can put Oja away for good this time.
Isao Oja is just beginning to stir, holding his skull in agony, some of the blood from his lip dripping down onto the canvas. He digs his fist into the mat, gradually working his way up to his feet. He stands there for a moment on spaghetti legs, as Knight winds up for his patented Discus Elbow…
Zach Davis: POI!
Freddy Whoa: Not quite! Ducked by Isao!
As Knight turns around, he is greeted with a Spinning Wheel Kick by Isao, which crashes off his skull and drops him to the canvas. Incensed, he pushes himself back up to his feet, taking one step forward, but Isao bends down and catches him by the leg, putting him back down with a Dragon Screw. Once again, Knight is back up to his feet in a heart-beat, but before he can mount any offense he is halted by Isao, who this time secures him perfectly and nails him with the Exploder Suplex! The crowd cheer wildly for The Eye-Opener as he goes for the cover.
THR-NOOO! Knight powers out at two and a half. The crowd boo, but quieten down as Isao, now running of some sort of second wind, brings his opponent back up to his feet. He locks him up into a double-underhook, and brings him to the centre of the ring, before screaming as he pulls Knight up into powerbomb position!
Freddy Whoa: It’s time! BuckleBombardment!
Isao runs with Sebastian Knight propped up over him, charging toward the corner. But before he can get close enough to launch, Knight slips out from his grasp and turns behind him. Without wasting a moment, he begins the discus motion, expecting Oja to turn around at just the right moment…
The Discus Elbow sounds like a gunshot throughout the arena.
Zach Davis: POI! This time he got all of it!
Isao Oja crumples down to the canvas, eyes glazed over to the back of his head after being levelled by the violent elbow. Rather than pin him right away, Knight lingers over his limp body momentarily, before methodically picking up what is now the dead weight of Isao.
He takes a deep breath, before putting Isao Oja in position for the final blow.
Freddy Whoa: THE PINNACLE! This one is done and dusted.
Zach Davis: Didn’t that seem kind of unnecessary? He had the match won.
Freddy Whoa: Better safe than sorry.
Sebastian Knight waits a moment, before hooking the leg.
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: Your winner of this match, by pinfall… SEBASTIAN… KNIGHT!
“Guardians at the Gate” by Audiomachine begins to play throughout the arena triumphantly, the referee makes to raise Knight’s hand, but the young superstar shoots him a disgusted look and swats his arm away, holding his own arm up for the crowd to see. His sound of his theme music is almost equalled by the amount of boos coming from the crowd.
Zach Davis: A competitive match-up, but Knight comes away with the win here. He looked impressive, especially coming off a harsh loss last week. Don’t you think?
Freddy Whoa: I can agree with that, but right now it doesn’t look like Knight’s quite done yet…
Indeed, Sebastian Knight is now looming over the still unresponsive body of Isao Oja now, who still hasn’t even realized he has lost the match. The look of disgust he had earlier on in the match has now returned, an apathetic scowl forming over his features.
He leans down and grabs his defeated opponent by the legs, dragging him closer towards the ring ropes. He now let’s go of the left leg, while propping the right leg up on the bottom rope, a few inches up off the ground. The referee is getting up in Sebastian’s face, telling him to exit from the ring, but he is having none of it.
Zach Davis: Someone needs to stop this. Ref! Get him out of there!
Freddy Whoa: Evil intent in the eyes of Sebastian Knight. Maybe the loss hit him harder than we thought?
Knight stands before the prone body of Oja, with the leg still propped up on the rope. He can be seen breathing in deeply once, and then exhaling, before raising his boot and…
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
The crowd share a collective gasp, as Knight strikes downward with a vicious stomp that crushes into the shin of Isao, slamming into the bone and causing it to snap in what appears to be two pieces. The breaking of the bone brings Isao out of his slumber, as he lets out blood-curdling screams that cause the audience in attendance to fly into commotion.
Crowd: FUCK YOU KNIGHT! FUCK YOU KNIGHT! FUCK YOU KNIGHT! FUCK YOU KNIGHT!
Sebastian has no reaction to this, he simply revels in the moment, a small smirk now playing at his lips. Upon closer inspection from the camera, we can now see that one piece of the shattered bone is literally jutting out from Isao’s leg, the brutal image is short-lived however as medical staff have already rushed down to the ring, trying to tend to him.
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen… things have just taken a turn for the worse.
Freddy Whoa: Everest are here.
The opening riff of Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” has sounded throughout the arena, and the hysteric jeers of the crowd only grow louder, as David Sanchez, Steven Singh and Ethan King appear on the entrance ramp. David Sanchez holds both a cheque and a microphone in hand, while he is flanked by his two accomplices.
Zach Davis: What is the meaning of this?
The Everest trio make their way down to the ring slowly, soaking in the hatred of the crowd. One by one, they file into the ring, Sanchez regards the prone figure of Isao with a devious smile, while Ethan and Steven begin to force the medical staff out of the ring.
David turns his attention away from Isao toward Sebastian Knight, who now has a smile on his face too.
David Sanchez: I didn’t expect anyone to have the balls to take up my bounty in such a quick and brutal manner. I’ll admit, I’m impressed.
He takes another moment to regard Knight’s handiwork, the wounded Eye-Opener now barely consciousness anymore as the pain begins to overtake his body. Blood has spilled out from where the bone has exited through the skin. He audibly chuckles before taking a step closer to Knight, offering him the cheque in his hand.
David Sanchez: One-hundred grand, just as I promised – not like you need it.
Sebastian takes the cheque from the out-stretched hand of Sanchez, who now stands directly over the body of Isao, while looking out to the crowd.
David Sanchez: I want you all to take a look at this sight right before you. This pathetic sight right here? This is what awaits any and all who have the audacity to stand against the combined might of Everest.
He pauses, kneeling down over the now unresponsive Isao Oja.
David Sanchez: This Chink? Meaningless. No-one will care for his departure, but let us all show some gratitude toward Sebastian, for ridding us all of this insignificant ant. This is the fate that will be swiftly brought down against all our foes.
With a snarl, he brings back his boot and slams it into the ribcage of Isao, who is leaning on his side and is so out of it that he has no reaction to the cheap shot. The crowds boos for the four men in the ring only grow louder. This only seems to heighten Sanchez’s sense of amusement.
David Sanchez: What are you all getting worked up about? What Knight did to him? He brought it upon himself. The disrespect he showed me has assured that he will receive just what he is owed. And now? It’s time to make the final repayment.
He looks towards Singh and King, and motions for them to pick the limp body of The Eye-Opener up. The do so in a rough manner, with little regard for the man’s previous injuries. For a moment, it seem as though the two are going to hand him to Sanchez, to set up once again for the devastating spike piledriver that they ended The World with the previous week…
But instead, they hand him to Sebastian Knight…
Who begins to set up for the exact same move.
Freddy Whoa: Oh hell no.
Zach Davis: Is this what I think it is?
David Sanchez watches with glee as Knight holds Isao in position for the Spike Piledriver, his smile grows as Singh and King each grab one leg.
A hollow, dull thud, as the head of Isao Oja is crushed directly into the centre of the ring, the medical staff at ringside immediately make a move to enter the ring, but they are halted by King, who threatens them with a raised fist.
Meanwhile, Knight is now shaking hands with Sanchez, and then Singh, and now King. The latter two raising Sebastian’s arm simultaneously as Sanchez stands before the three, microphone in hand.
David Sanchez: Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Everest in its purest, most dominant form, and to its newest member – Sebastian Knight.
He grins, much to the dismay of the crowd, who can do nothing but continue to boo and cuss out the four men that now stand in the ring, united under one banner.
David Sanchez: You thought it couldn’t get any worse. You believed that your heroes still stood a chance, but The World has now fallen and the time for chaos to ensue has arrived.
With one last glare into the front camera, Sanchez now stand alongside his Everest companions.
David Sanchez: The operation has commenced. The end is fast approaching. For all of you. And as my friend Steven Singh once said…
He pauses, and now he is no longer smiling.
David Sanchez: Be humbled at the foot of Everest or die in your attempt to ascend.
And with that, he drops the microphone, and along with their newest addition in Sebastian Knight, Everest departs from the ring, leaving the broken body of Isao Oja behind them.
Zach Davis: With Sebastian Knight added into the fold…
Freddy Whoa: Everest just got a whole lot scarier.
Slam fades to commercial break.
Buddy Roman Segment
Zach Davis: We’re back here on Slam, gearing up for this next contest – wait what is this?
Freddy Whoa: I don’t have him scheduled for a segment right now!
Out from the backstage area struts Buddy Roman. He enters the ring with a wide grin on his face.
Buddy Roman: If you have yet to hear the news, I am here to announce that next week – LIVE on pay-per-view – you will all witness the death of this fabled ‘retirement tour.’ Corey Black has run through both Jeff Purse and Frank Patrick Venable but he stands face to chest with the one they call The Scarecrow next week.
The crowd pops at the mention of this marquee matchup.
Buddy Roman: Rule number one, Mister Black. Everything is possible....”Even though I walk though the valley of the shadow of Creeping Death, I fear no evil. For thy Crow McMorris is with me. His Murder of Crows and Chokeslam protects me. His Masterplan, it comforts me. For this ring shall be his kingdom, his power and his glory, crushing you. Forever and ever. Amen. Amen....AMEN!
Freddy Whoa: Things just keep getting weirder.
As soon as Freddy finishes his statement, the crowd begins parting. The side the camera is pointing, people begin splitting apart and walking through the masses is Corey Black. His black hoodie covering his head, but the sleeves pulled up reveal his tattoos. He reaches the guard rail, hopping over it. Buddy Roman welcomes Corey into the ring with gusto, even handing him the microphone.
Corey Black: I don’t know what you lunatics have planned, but know this – it ends next week. The Haunted, whatever your masterplan is, it’s DONE when I drive this elbow through Scarecrow’s skull and put him back in hell.
Corey steps toward Buddy and the lights drop as the crowd gasps. Shuffling inside the ring, the announcers seem flustered trying to find words. When the lights come back up, Buddy Roman is gone, standing in the ring is The Scarecrow. His arms stretch out, he stands before Corey Black inviting him to make the first move. But Corey doesn’t flinch.
Corey Black: You and your followers have plagued me for weeks, Scarecrow. After everything I did for you, this is what it has come to?
Shouting toward Corey, Scarecrow can be heard “you’ve done nothing for me yet, Corey!” This sets Corey off, he begins screaming as well, inaudible banter thanks to the crowd gaining energy and clamoring for this battle to begin. Instead, Corey calms himself. Scarecrow looks on in amusement.
Corey Black: I agreed to fight you Scarecrow, what more can you want?
Crow laughs directly in Corey Black’s face. Laughing over and over, inviting this showdown to come to blows. Corey drops the microphone, lunges backward like he is going for a superkick and the lights once again drop out.
Zach Davis: Here comes the cavalry!
But no cavalry has come. There is a bit of shuffling in the ring again but there isn’t more people inside it. There’s less. The lights come back on and left alone in the ring..
...is Crow McMorris.
Corey Black stands on the stage, microphone in hand. His eyes piercing Scarecrow from many yards away. His hands and face trembling as he brings the microphone back to his mouth.
Corey Black: YOU DID THIS SCARECROW! YOU BROUGHT THIS WRATH UPON YOURSELF! NEXT WEEK, YOU AND I WILL DO BATTLE TWENTY FEET ABOVE THE RING – I ACCEPT YOUR TERMS OF BATTLE, AND THAT BATTLE WILL BE A SCAFFOLD MATCH!
Once again the lights in the arena drop to black for just a few seconds, and when they come back on, both wrestlers are gone.
Freddy Whoa: What in the flying whoa was that?1
Zach Davis: I think someone might need funeral arrangements next week, Freddy.
Winner Gets Non-World-Title Match of Their Choice
Stalker vs Amber Lynn vs Skyler Striker vs Erik Black
Zach Davis: Our next match is a contendership match.
Freddy Whoa: The winner of the match will get contendership of ANY championship of their choosing.
Zach Davis: Except for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship!!
Freddy Whoa: Yes, except for the World title.
Zach Davis: It looks like we have a wide array of talent in this match!!
Freddy Whoa: That includes that returning WCF Hall of Famer Skyler Striker.
Zach Davis: Kyle Steel, in the ring with the match introductions.
Kyle Steel: Already in the ring.... From Salisbury, Maryland... weighing two hundred and ninetyeight pounds!!! This is... The Stalker!!
Freddy Whoa: I just realized something!!
Zach Davis: What iis that?!
Freddy Whoa: If this competitor calls himself The Stalker, why would he be from Salisbury, Maryland? If he's a stalker, wouldn't he be anonymous. Not THE AnonYmous!! But, wouldn't you think he would be from Parts Unknown?! Not, some place in some state. This dude doesn't seem like a very good stalker.
Zach Davis: Freddy... I think you're just over thinking it.
"Sick like me" By In This Moment begins to play. Lavender fog begins to roll out onto thgthge entrance stage. Blue lasers proceed to flash. Amber Lynn begins to walk out. "Babygirl" stops at the edge, of the entrage 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 three hundred and twenty five 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: Looks like Amber Lynn got a little too close to Stalker.
Freddy Whoa: The rambunctious thrashing was too much for Stalker, who hightailed it to the ringside area.
The crowd laughs at Stalker for reacting to Amber Lynn's in-ring thrashing.
Death Trend Setta by Crossfade hits on the PA system as the lights go dark. A spotlight shines on the entrance stage as Erik walk out. He has a black towel over his face. He stops at the ramp and looks around, before darting to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Lois Angeles, California... Weighing Two hundred and ten pounds... This is Erik Black!!!
He takes a mic.
Erik Black: Y'know. Tonight..After I beat Amber Lynn, Stalker and Skyler Striker...I will get a title shot of my choosing. The only question is....Who? Who will I go after? Adam Bass and his Alpha Title? Rabid and his TV Title? Or will it be Andre Holmes and his hardcore title. Or could it possibly be Adam Young and his trios titles? There are quite a few possibilities here. And each of those people better be very nervous....because tonight...They will see the man who will take that belt by force. Tonight...Is only a stepping stone to greater things. Be warned gentlemen. Im coming for one of you...be warned.
Erik slides under the bottom ring rope and runs to the furthest turnbuckle. He climbs it. He does a back flip off of it while throwing the black towel into the crowd. He then simply waits for Skyler Striker.
Zach Davis: We have three quarters of the match participants. All we need now is Skylar Striker!!
Freddy Whoa: The competitors, already in the ring, are ready to fight.
Zach Davis: Erik Black and Amber Lynn shouting insults at one another!!
The crowd begins to scream...
Crowd: WHOA-OH!! WHOA-OH-OH!
"Hands" by The Almost begins to play. Skyler Striker makes his way to the ring in his usual fashion, focused and determined.
"With our hands held high, we're screaming."
Kyle Steel: From Perth, Australia... Weighing two hundred and twenty pounds. This is... WCF Hall of Famer Skyler Striker!!!
Once inside, he stands in the center of the ring and bows his head, his arms, outstretched and his fists clenched. He then opens his palms to the audience, causing a white pyro to explode from the ring posts. Striker throws his effects out of the ring and prepares for the match.
Zach Davis: And all four competitors are in the ring for this huge Contendership match...
Freddy Whoa: Wait a minute Zach, who is this coming down to the ring?
Zach David: Not quite sure Freddy, but it looks like this scrawny chump has a dozen red roses.
The camera cuts to the ramp and it's a 1-800-Flowers delivery man who looks visibly nervous as he approaches the ring. He checks the note on the flowers, once, twice and then a third time as he's certain they are for Amber Lynn who is already in the ring. The young man points to Amber Lynn and asks her to come over. Amber doesn't look too happy as she's mentally prepping for this big opportunity. The 1-800-Flowers guy hands her the dozen roses and Amber reads the note. She looks at the delivery guy and smashes the vase over his head. The young man goes down in a heap and the medics are quick to arrive.
Zach Davis: Holy hell! That's one bad ass bitch in the ring!
Freddy Whoa: Get women flowers they said. They will enjoy them they said.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute? You sent her those?
Freddy Whoa: Hell no! You nuts?!?
Zach Davis: Big girls need love too, ya know?
The camera cuts back to the poor guy that's getting strapped to a gurney and then pans down to the shattered vase on the ground. The note is face up and the camera zooms in to see the writing 'Dear Amber, you with all those curves and me without no brakes. - Your Secret Admirer'
Freddy Whoa: Oh god, I think I'm going to puke... *Hurls*
Zach Davis: Wow... apparently there's someone out there crazy enough to try and "pin" Amber Lynn and I don't mean for the 1-2-3. Curious to see who that ends up being, but in the meantime, let's get to the ring for some action!
In fact, everyone charges at each other.
Freddy Whoa: The referee didn't signal Kyle Steel to ring the bell!!
The referee looks to take order as he tells Kyle Steel to ring the bell.
Zach Davis: Amber Lynn and Stalker hook up as Skyler Striker and Erik Black collide into a collar and elbow tie-up!!
Zach Davis: Amber Lynn connects against Stalker with a double slap!!
Freddy Whoa: Stalker misses with a clothesline!!
Zach Davis: Erik Black has the right arm of Skyler Striker.
Freddy Whoa: Skyler Striker striking with a forearm shiver. Striker grabs Erik Black tossing him in the ropes...
Black bounces off the ropes and knocked Striker down with a shoulder block.
Zach Davis: Striker gets picked up....
Freddy Whoa: GERMAN SUPLEX!!
The momentum of the suplex causes Skyler Striker roll up backwards towards the ropes. Striker jumps up towards the ropes....
Zach Davis: SPRINGBOARD DDT!!
Freddy Whoa: Skyler Striker is going for the pin!!
Crowd: THREEEEE... YESSSSSSS!!!
Zach Davis: Amber Lynn breaks up the pin!! The Verizon Wireless Arena just exposed from the save!!
"Babygirl" grabs Stalker....
Freddy Whoa: Short-arm clothesline!!
Amber-Lynn grabs Stalker tossing him into the ropes...
Zach Davis: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Freddy Whoa: OUT OF NOWHERE!!
Zach Davis: ZABAYAGA ON BABYGIRL!!
Freddy Whoa: Superman Punch on Amber Lynn!!
Zach Davis: Erik Black is going for the pin!!
Crowd: THREEEEE!!!! NOOOOO!!!
Freddy Whoa: Skyler Striker breaks up the pin with a handspring splash!!
Erik Black grabs Amber Lynn...
Zach Davis: Muy Thai kicks to the body and legs!!!
Freddy Whoa: I don't wanna be funny or be too disrespectful... Buuuuuut, Erik Black is being unrelenting.
Skyler Striker runs towards an unaware Stalker...
Zach Davis: SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA!!
The momentum causes both Striker and Stalker to fly over the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Erik Black strikes Babygirl a couple more times, before Amber Lynn bounces against the ropes for support.
Amber bounces back...
Zach Davis: NO WAY!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Erik Black lifts up Babygirl Amber Lynn for...
Zach Davis: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Freddy Whoa: OOOOOHH MY GAAAAWD!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Amber Lynn bounces off the mat and rolls herself out of the ring.
As Stalker is laying near the ring, Striker runs over to the commentator desk clearing the top part, throwing it out of the way. Striker quickly hops up on the desk as Stalker gets up and walks around in a confused manner...
Zach Davis: FLYING LEG LARIAT!!
Erik Black quickly runs to the corner, wanting to take advantage of the situational when he can.
Freddy Whoa: Erik Black can sense that Babygirl is hurt. High risk maneuver here.
Zach Davis: But, if Erik Black can execute this... then he will have Amber Lynn down and out!!
Erik Black flies off from the top rope...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: 1-2-KICK!!
Erik Black collapses. Skyler Striker has Stalker in his hands as they run around the ring...
Freddy Whoa: Striker just threw Stalker into the ring steps.
With continuing momentum Skyler Striker jumps up on the ring steps on flies off, executing an standing moonsault on both Erik Black and Amber Lynn.
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!!! [CLAP-CLAP!!][CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!!] THAT WAS AWESOME!! [CLAP-CLAP!!][CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!!]
Zach Davis: It looks like all four competitors are in the ring...
Freddy Whoa: Amber Lynn kicks Stalker in the midsection...
Zach Davis: SHUT YO MOUTH!!!
Freddy Whoa: Stalker is down!! Erik Black is climbing up!!
Erik Black is on the top turnbuckle...
Zach Davis: Erik Black nails Stalker with a Shooting star Lag drop!!
Freddy Whoa: OVERLOAD OF AN UNBELIEVABLE EXPERIENCE!!
Striker runs over double under hooks Black,executes a reverse Russian leg sweep. This flips Erik Black 180 to land on the back of his head and neck.
Zach Davis: Oh boy!! Here comes trouble!!!
The crowd claps, stomps their feet and cheers as they witness a staredown between Amber Lynn and Skyler Striker!!
Freddy Whoa: This is getting good!!!
Both Amber and Striker eyeball each other as they charge each other...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! NO WAY!!! *CHUCKLES*!!!
Zach Davis: DOUBLE SUPER KICK!!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT A MATCH!!
Something seems seriously wrong with Striker; he clutches his head as he rolls out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Amber Lynn's boot REALLY connected, and at a nasty angle..
Lynn struggles to her feet but Erik Black comes out of nowhere with his BABAYAGA!, a Superman Punch. Stalker runs at him but Black sidesteps him and grabs him in a quick Muy Thai clinch before quickly dropping him...
Freddy Whoa: SYMPHONY OF VIOLENCE APPLIED!
Stalker has no choice.
Zach Davis: Stalker taps out and Erik Black picks up the win!
Medics are attending to Skyler Striker.
Freddy Whoa: We'll keep you updated on Striker, but it doesn't seem like a concussion is out of the question here..
Slam goes to commercial as Erik Black yells pro Zero Tolerance stuff to the crowd.
Battle of the Adams
Spencer Adams vs Adam Young vs Adam Bass vs Adam Burnett
Zach Davis: Coming up next we have a guaranteed five star Meltzer Driver of a match predicted to be match of the year. As per the stipulations, Seth has banned everyone without “Adam” in their name from ringside.
Freddy Whoa: As a token of appreciation and respect for his opponents, Adam Bass has paid for Adam Levine to sing the entrance music of the competitors. Except, however, Adam Young, whom Adam Bass has no respect for and therefore American Idol Season Eight runner up Adam Lambert will be performing the song without monetary compensation.
Zach Davis: But think of the publicity!
"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.
Voice: Who's ready to get sick?
“Let You Down" by Seether starts playing as the lights fade down to just one single white light at the entrance and smoke filtering threw it. Out steps Adam.
Crowd: You sick bastard!
Adam smiles as the music kicks in and several white lights start flying around the arena. A single spot light is right on every move of Adam as he heads towards the ring with Reggie right behind him with Adam's pet Anatolian goat, Pepe.
Adam stops and pets Pepe just before kissing him on the top of his head right between his horns. Pepe is wearing a "1 Sick Bastard" placard. Adam circles the ring twice and then climbs up on the apron where he wipes his feet before stepping inside the squared circle.
A video feed of a single light swinging back and forth is seen on the titantron as the camera zooms towards the stage. As the swinging stops, all goes black as the fans begin to cheer in anticipation.
The opening riff to Supremacy by Muse hits the PA as strobe lights flicker and a blue smoke fills the stage. As the song picks up, Spencer steps onto the stage and lifts his right arm high into the air.
Spencer makes his way down the ramp, jumping up onto different spots on the barricade and high fiving fans before charging into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He motions for the fans to make some noise before leaping down and waiting for his opponent.
“Amazing” by Kanyeezus plays through the speakers.
A white limousine slowly pulls into the arena. The driver opens the back door, and a brief glimpse of the inside is revealed. Several women are seen at varying degrees of intoxication. Adam steps out of the limousine with a glass of champagne in hand. He slowly makes his way to the ring, clearly appalled at the WCF universe as he passes them. When he makes it to the ring, he goes to the corners one by one, raising his glass to the crowd. After the fourth corner, he faces the hard cam and drinks the champagne with an arrogant smirk on his face.
Freddy Whoa: I’m calling it now, an Adam is winning this match tonight.
Zach Davis: Wow Freddy, you’re the first person to ever make a joke like that in history. Congratulations on your new comedy genre.
The bell rings and immediately three of the men turn their heads toward a single competitor. Adam Young has rolled out of the ring and is seen asking a girl for her number.
Zach Davis: That girl’s gotta be like, fourteen…?
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but when you’re famous, they just let you do it, they don’t care. Kiss them, grab ‘em by the-
Zach Davis: Freddy! This isn’t the locker room!
The girl declines Young’s advances, however he’s not one to take no for an answer. Out of nowhere he lifts the prepubescent sensation up over his head and delivers a devastating Mental Health Check.
Zach Davis: I’m receiving word from guerilla to not acknowledge any of that in lieu of impending legal action.
Young rolls back into the ring where Bass has his hand in position for a high five. Young goes for the brotherly gesture, only to be turned around into a awe inspiring backbreaker. As Young flies back into the air, he is met by a dropkick from Adam Burnett, which sends him right in front of Spencer Adams. Spencer hurricanranas Young to the outside of the ring.
Burnett and Adams then shift their focus to the Alpha Champion. Sensing danger, Adam Bass turns to the crowd and gives a hand gesture motioning someone in. A tall woman with long wavy hair jumps the barricade and enters ringside.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa whoa whoa! There’s no way this is legal! What woman is named Adam? She’s banned from ringside!
Zach Davis: This is (CURRENT YEAR) Freddy, you cis scum! She can be named anything she identifies as! Maybe her slave name is Adam on her ID but her true name is Adamina, and she’s ready to start the transition!
The large woman slides into the ring and attacks Spencer Adams! Some vicious punches are exchanged between the two while Adam Bass laughs in the corner. Spencer ducks a blow, then goes for a tit punch, only to feel jiggly silicone soften his blow. The mystery woman sucks up the damage and lands a powerful right hook, knocking Spence off balance. Adam Burnett needs to choose to attack the mystery woman or attack the man responsible for her. He charges at the woman and grabs her hair, but it comes right off. Adam Bass begins laughing uncontrollably.
Freddy Whoa: That’s… that’s Adam Sandler in drag!
Zach Davis: When isn’t Adam Sandler in drag, Freddy?
Burnett locks Adam Sandler in the calf crusher! He’s wrenching it hard! He just broke his leg!!!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Get medical staff out here now!
Zach Davis: I’m afraid we don’t have anyone named Adam in our medical department. We’ll have to wait until the match is over. How ever will the film world recover from losing the least talented actor this side of Shia Labeouf?
Freddy Whoa: HE! WILL NOT! DIVIDE! US! HE! WILL NOT! DIVIDE! US! HE! WILL NOT! DIVIDE! US! HE! WILL NOT! DIVIDE! US! HE! WILL NOT! DIVIDE! US!
Burnett rolls crippled Sandler out of the ring and returns his gaze to Bass, who is sitting on the top turnbuckle playing Candy Crush on his unreleased iPhone 7s 6 gig 12 modom 700 horsepower waterproof bendable microwave charging non-hair ripping out 9G. Out of the corner of his eye he notices his plan has master plan has been foiled. He pulls a flashlight out of his tights and shines it up onto the arena ceiling.
Freddy Whoa: Is that… the bat symbol?
Zach Davis: Of course not! It’s the uncopywritten Placental Mammal Symbol!
Out in the crowd, blazing lights suddenly flicker on and the crowd turns their gaze onto the large vehicle they hadn’t noticed sitting there the entire time. Its engine roars and it charges through the audience, running over and killing several dozen innocent bystanders in its wake. It makes its way to ringside and barges through the barrier. The ejection seat feature activates and launches a flabby and out of shape Adam West dressed fully in the 1960s Batman outfit into the air, and in midair he shoots his grappling hook at Adam Burnett. He hooks him and is sent hurdling towards him, landing a vicious dropkick as he collides with him.
On the ground Adam Young is beginning to stir. Just as he makes it to his feet, the ejection seat falls right on his head and knocks him back out.
Back in the ring, Adam West begins using the wide array of weapons stored in his utility belt to his advantage. First he pulls out the notorious Bat-Cane and begins whacking Burnett while telling him to get off his Bat-Lawn.
Zach Davis: There are so many gimmick infringements going on right now.
The cane breaks over Burnett’s back and West pulls out the illustrious Bat-Catheter. He wraps it around Burnett’s neck several times and begins wrenching away.
As this public lynching occurs, Adam Bass begins to upload footage of the whole ordeal to his snapchat story. Spencer Adams attempts to save Burnett, but West has him scouted. West pulls out his signature Bat-Werther’sOriginalButterscotchHardCandies, and launches one directly at Spencer Adams. Like a drunk freshman on prom night, Spencer is left with an unplanned item lodged in his esophagus. He begins choking.
Suddenly, Falling Higher by Helloween begins playing through the arena soundsystem!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Oh my god could it be?!
Zach Davis: No WAY!!!
The titantron lights up with the familiar image of Gemini Battle’s entrance video!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, it is!!!!
Zach Davis: But where is he?!
The face on the titantron instantly catches Adam West’s attention. He turns from the downed Burnett and Adams and carefully makes his way out of the ring. He begins heading towards the image of who he believes is the Joker. He very gingerly walks with his Bat-Cane up the ramp, but he begins wheezing from the intense exercise and collapses to the ground! He pulls out his Bat-LifeAlert!
Adam West: I’ve Bat-Fallen and I can’t get Bat-Up!
The titantron turns off, clearly having done its job, set up by someone frustrated with Adam West’s intervention.
Zach Davis: Aw, damn. I thought we were going to see Gemini Battle make his return.
Adam Burnett and Spencer Adams are both choking and laid out from Batman’s attack. Adam Young sees this, and notices Adam Bass laughing hysterically while playing Ancient Egyptian Vegas Slots 2. Adam Young, feeling sympathy for Adam West due to his own old age, climbs to the top rope in an attempt to blindside Bass.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa my god! That sounds like… the duck bomb! That must mean---
Zach Davis: You’re goddamn right! Adam Savage is in the building! He’s here! He’s here in Manchester!
Adam Young looks over and sees Adam Savage in a 10 foot tall Mechanized Exo-Suit. Young realizes he has to deal with this threat before he can take out Adam Bass. He watches the massive mech march into the ring and assesses his options. Because he is weak and pathetic, he knows he can’t face it head on. Thinking quickly, he decides on a master strategy. He puts his fingers to his mouth and whistles, and out from the back, trampling right over Adam West, comes his loyal steed Pepe. He hurdles over the top rope and Young hops aboard his mighty mount.
He turns to face the machine, and boots his goat to charge at full speed. The mech fires a barrage of missiles, but since the Mythbusters only know how to blow things up, they all immediately explode in the barrel of the launcher, destroying the robot’s right arm and stunning Savage. He can’t dodge the incoming Goat attack, which collides with the control center and crushes the optics. Savage swings wildly with the clawed left hand, but only swipes at the front row of the crowd, maiming them horrendously.
Young turns around and reaims Pepe. He goes for another charge and the horns collide directly with the power storage unit, sending sparks flying. Young hurries off before the mech breaks down and explodes. Adam triumphantly sends the goat galloping to the back.
Zach Davis: Adam Young could really get a rub from being this close to huge celebrity Adam Savage.
Freddy Whoa: Rub rub rub rub rub rub rub rub rub rub.
Adam Young turns around to face his ultimate opponent one on one. The two men with such a heated, legendary rivalry. The man who has gone toe to toe with him before and both men end up worse for wear in their brutal battles. Of course, he is looking at none other than… the Magnificent Millennial Adam Bass.
He looks closely at his sworn enemy. He walks closer to him, and stands on the ring apron. He wearily inspects the young man for any more signs of summoning a new surrogate to fight on his behalf. He notices, just barely, that in his hand, he has a tiny Norwegian Flag.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa my god, Dagvald Riddik just blindsided Adam Young from the crowd! But this can’t be allowed! His name isn’t Adam!
Zach Davis: That’s where you’re wrong, bucko. For a limited period of time, Dag was well known Swamp Dweller, Adam Cooper. I see he is cashing on in that notoriety and using this opportunity to get a jump on his Internet Champion opponent!
Adam Cooper swipes Young’s legs out from under him and he lands on his shoulders. He shifts his weight and lands Wrath of the Gods into the barricade, horrendously adjusting his spine. He reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a kendo stick, and starts laying into his head until he busts his forehead open.
Zach Davis: Adam Young is bleeding like a stuffed pig!
Freddy Whoa: Kill the pig! Cut her throat! Bash her head!
Adam Cooper picks up Young and hits Societal Collapse. He looks down and is satisfied with his work, and leaves.
Adam Bass is in the center of several bodies, basking in the boos of the WCF crowd. His plan has worked and everyone knows it. He climbs the top rope and looks over at the demolished Adam Young, conveniently left laying on his stomach. He leaps into the air and delivers the most brutal Unchecked Ambition of his career so far.
He stands up laughing, and returns to the ring. He lifts Spencer Adams up and twists him around, dropping him on his head with The Power Trip. Finally he looks over to Burnett, with the Bat-Catheter still wrapped around his neck. He flips over Burnett’s body locking him in the Billion Dollar Dream while also choking him with the Catheter.
Burnett begins squirming and twisting as much as his contorted state will allow. He begins to fade as the Referee watches on intently.
Voice: WHOA WHOA WHOA
Freddy Whoa: What?
Adam Bass releases his hold and looks up at titantron, where Seth Lerch is sitting in his office with an aggravated look of disgust on his face.
Seth Lerch: Sorry about that Freddy, but WHOA WHOA WHOA. I would’ve came out there sooner, but I literally couldn’t because my name is not Adam. And considering the tech guys here at WCF can rarely even start the show on time, this was asking a lot.
Adam Bass just smiles arrogantly at him, knowing Seth is powerless to come out and put a stop to his insanity.
Seth Lerch: As of right now, I would like to announce that for ONE NIGHT ONLY I have personally signed this man to help me.
“YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME??!!”
Zach Davis: HOOOOOOLEEEEEEEEEEE SSSSSHHHHHHHHIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT
Freddy Whoa: THE RATER R… SUUUUUUUUPERSTAR!!!!
Zach Davis: IT’S ADAM FUCKING COPELAND!!!!!! SETH HAS BEEN CUTTING THE BUDGET BACK FOR YEARS FOR THIS ONE NIGHT!!!!!
Adam Bass looks absolutely thrown off his game. When Edge finishes humping the canvas upon entering the ring, he meets Adam Bass face to face. Bass nods his head in disapproval, and looks him dead in the eyes. Bass immediately tries to grab and twist Edge into the The Power Trip.
Zach Davis: I don’t know what Bass is thinking, Edge knows that move like the back of his hand.
Freddy Whoa: Seth has clearly thrown Bass off his game. Bass has always been an opportunist, but this is the ULTIMATE OPPORTUNIST.
Edge flips Bass over him and charges toward him.
Zach Davis: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
Edge leaves Bass lifeless in the center of the ring. He poses for the crowd a few more times before heading to the back
Zach Davis: Well with his broken neck I guess that’s better than nothing.
Freddy Whoa: Our entire hiring budget went into one move. We’ll have to stop hiring Adam Young’s friends for a week or two.
Adam Young rises to his feet from beside the ring. Covered in blood and irrelevance, he crawls into the ring and drapes his body across the chest of Adam Burnett.
Adam Burnett rolls through.
Freddy Whoa: No one made it out of this match on top. They’re gonna be feeling this one tomorrow. UUUUWAAHHHHH Adam Burnett.
The CAPTAIN vs Ethan King vs Wade Moor vs Jaymz
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.
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 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.
Hanz Zimmer - The Kraken plays. The arena lights dim, the music begins to play and Jaymz silhouette appears at the top of the ramp. As the music picks up, the lights come on and dark blue sparks shoot from both sides of the ramp and Jaymz casually makes his way to the ring showing no emotion.
Zach Davis: There's the bell!
The CAPTAIN could barely contain his rage as he tackles down Ethan King, who wasn't quite expecting so much energy from him. CAPTAIN rains down punch after punch on the surprised Everest member. He rolls off and allows King to get to his feet before hitting an Ear Clap. He then lifts him up....
Freddy Whoa: Bodyslam!
The CAPTAIN quickly climbs to the top rope!
Zach Davis: Oh my God! Could this be it!?
CAPTAIN yells for Kyle to bring him a mic, which Kyle does, confused.
The CAPTAIN: STEFAN SING! Are you watching!? You bring me back my Title or this will be you! BANZAIIII!!!!!!!!!!!
The CAPTAIN throws away the mic and then jumps!
Freddy Whoa: BANZAI!.... no. The CAPTAIN's emotions got the better of him and he gave Ethan King WAY too much time, King rolls away with ease.
King pulls in the disgruntled CAPTAIN and executes a T-Bone Suplex. By now Wade Moor and Jaymz are ready to join the fray; Moor grapples King from behind but King is able to switch behind him and execute a Backstabber!
Zach Davis: Jaymz grabs King now - oof, vicious headbutt to the back of King's head.
Jaymz spins King around and throws him to the ropes before catching him with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Jaymz goes for the pin.
No!, King kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: For one reason or another, Ethan King hasn't quite been able to break the glass ceiling, so to speak, here in the WCF yet. He hasn't had a ton of Championship opportunities and hasn't been booked in as many high profile matches as many are saying he deserves. A win here could change all that.
Jaymz lifts King up and lifts him up for a Jackhammer. He goes for a delayed variation, but the CAPTAIN is on the top rope; the CAPTAIN flies off with a Dropkick onto King, and as he does, Jaymz drops him with the Jackhammer!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Into the pin!
NO!, broken up by The CAPTAIN. He apologies for one brief second to Jaymz, saying he's not a thief, but Jaymz probably isn't listening as the Captain goes for a pin of his own.
No!, another kickout from Ethan King.
Zach Davis: Even though CAPTAIN hit that big Dropkick he surely didn't want any comparisons to Steven Singh there.
Wade Moor picks the CAPTAIN up and the two men that recently teamed begin to brawl.
Freddy Whoa: The CAPTAIN first suffered betrayal from Steven Singh and then suffered the retirement of his hero Joey Flash. It's been a rough couple of weeks. And now the former Captain Pantheon is doing battle with one of the top Pantheon members!
CAPTAIN ends up with the upper hand, sending Wade reeling. He throws Moor to the ropes and then executes a Hip Toss. He turns back to Ethan King then, setting his sights back on the Everest member. CAPTAIN runs at him and executes a Leg Drop.
Zach Davis: He's trying to send a message here, that's for sure.
Freddy Whoa: I don't blame him. The CAPTAIN first won his Tag Team Championship back in August of last year. He was partnered with Tomohawk for about two months, until Steven Singh ended up his new partner back in October. It's been a long reign.
The CAPTAIN sees Wade Moor getting back into the ring and he runs at him and hits a Discus Punch. Jaymz goes to attack him but gets a Cartwheel Kick for his trouble. Ethan King is up and runs at him...
Zach Davis: BOOM! BIG BOOT!
CAPTAIN drops King! CAPTAIN climbs to the top once more!
Freddy Whoa: Hurry up this time, you dummy!
HE HITS IT! PIN TO ETHAN KING!
Zach Davis: NO! BROKEN UP BY JAYMZ!
The crowd boo Jaymz, but he saved the match. Jaymz lifts the CAPTAIN up and grabs him by the throat with one hand.
Freddy Whoa: THE SILENCE!
Jaymz drops down and pins The CAPTAIN.
NO!, broken up by Moor! Moor lifts Jaymz up and goes to throw him to the ropes, but Jaymz reverses it and as Moor comes back, he hits his patented Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: No one does it like Jaymz!
As Jaymz turns to survey the ring he's hit with a Spinning Heel Kick to the gut from King, followed by a Pele Kick!
Freddy Whoa: REVELATION!
Jaymz rolls out of the match as Ethan King sets his eyes on Wade Moor, who is pulling himself to his feet with the ropes. King runs at him...
Zach Davis: SHATTER THE CLOUDS!
He hits it! He drops down and pins Moor, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: Ethan King and Everest take the victory!
King gets to his feet and rolls out of the ring. The CAPTAIN looks on with anger and disgust.
The crowd suddenly begins a chorus of boos as Singh trots down the ramp in a pair of track pants and an Everest shirt.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is he doing out here?
Zach Davis: He’s probably just coming to check in with his stablemate, Ethan!
Freddy Whoa: I highly dou--Oh come on!
Singh has immediately begun attacking THE CAPTAIN. Singh puts THE CAPTAIN in a clinch and connects with several short, stiff elbows on his already-exhausted ex-partner. The boos get louder but suddenly Captain has a burst of energy and shoves Singh away. He fires back with a knife edge chop and then a throat strike. Captain nails a roundhouse kick at the crowd is in a frenzy!
Zach Davis: Here comes Captain! He’s firing back! This crowd loves it!
Freddy Whoa: Dammit! Ethan King with Revelation on THE CAPTAIN.
The Pele Kick drops Captain like a bag of flour as Singh nods at Ethan in approval. Singh lifts Cap back up and then drops him with a rolling cutter.
Zach Davis: Thief in the Night!
Freddy Whoa: That’s exactly what smelly Stefan is, Zach! Nothing more than a thief!
Singh bounds up and mounts the second rope, taunting the crowd as his ex-partner lay in waste. The crowd boos as Singh points to the “Everest” logo on his shirt. Steven then says something to King who lifts Cap back to his feet.
Zach Davis: What is this now? What are they doing? This man has no stable to come out and save him from these goons!
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on...STEVEN SINGH HAS JUST UNMASKED THE CAPTAIN! WHAT IN ALL HELL IS HE DOING THIS FOR?! He’s already got the Tag Titles! He’s just humiliating The Captain!
As Singh rips the mask from THE CAPTAIN’s face and holds it overhead to an overwhelming din of boos, “Master of Puppets” blares over the PA system and the crowd pops for anyone to interrupt this assault. Momentarily startled, THE CAPTAIN breaks free of the men and covers his face with both hands, sprinting to the back. Seth Lerch strides purposefully out the top of the ramp and hands to the retreating star a denim jacket airbrushed with the image cover of a recent WCF comic book featuring THE CAPTAIN himself.
Seth Lerch: You’re a real tough guy, aren’t you Singh, out here double teaming THE CAPTAIN again like the coward you are?
Singh throws his arms up in celebration and the crowd showers him with boos as Ethan King golf claps for his associate. Meanwhile, THE CAPTAIN has placed the jacket over his head and--unwittingly or not--managed to drape in such a way that the airbrushed version of his head is directly where his face would otherwise be. He stands with his hands proudly on his hips.
Seth Lerch: Normally I’d just keep booking Cap ‘N Crook until you managed to cost yourself those tag titles, Singh, but you’ve been driving down merchandise sales for THE CAPTAIN of cash sales here for quite some time. And unlike Danny Anderson, Seth Lerch does NOT approve. Plus, I’ve got a bunch of ACTUAL tag teams in the back knocking down my door for a title shot so we’re ending your little cycle of sneak attacks and petty theft, Singh. Next Sunday at Explosion, it’s THE CAPTAIN versus Steven Singh for The Tag Team Titles with the winner to choose their permanent partner the following week at Slam!
The crowd pops as THE CAPTAIN strikes his patented superhero pose, jacket still draped over his face. Singh slaps the turnbuckle, yelling about those tag titles being his.
Seth Lerch: Possession may be nine tenths of the law, Thievin, but I’m twelve tenths of the WCF law and you’ll get no sympy from me! Oh and to take it all the way back to where this failed experiment started: it’s going to be a ladder match!
Another huge pop from the crowd as THE CAPTAIN hugs Seth and Singh kicks the bottom rope in frustration. Ethan King tries to reassure his associate as CaramellDansen hits and Lerch pats THE CAPTAIN on his back. Calming down slightly, Singh holds the mask of his former partner up to the camera then slides his thumb just below it in a throat-slitting motion. He then tosses the mask into the crowd and the two Everest members exit the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What an announcement from Seth! At Explosion we’re going to get a definitive Tag Team Champion and see the final breath of Cap ‘n Crook….with a ladder match!
Ethan King Segment
As we come back from commercial, Ethan King has a mic.
Ethan King: Seth... hey Seth? GET BACK OUT HERE!
The crowd buzzes.
Ethan King: I just won in YET ANOTHER totally unimportant match you've put me in. We're going into Explosion, and I've got nothing planned. Isn't it about time you stop booking me in these kinds of matches and-
Dagvald Riddik hops the barricade behind the ring and charges in to blindside the unsuspecting Ethan King. He grabs him from behind and whips him around, busts his face in with his shield, then drops it on the mat and delivers a brutal Wrath of the Gods right on top of it. He tilts up his shield and scrapes Ethan off, then kicks him out of the ring like trash.
Dagvald: This is week three of my unchallenged reign of destruction across WCF. First I put out of commission, then I liberated MY Internet Championship, and now, I overthrow the King. As of last week, there is a vacancy in the God position, and who better to fill it than the Vessel of the Souls of Valhalla? I have been handpicked by Odin himself to take over where the Literal God failed. I have been reborn out of fire, the inferno of Helheim, and my evolution was completed last week when I took what belongs to me. I am closer now to my ultimate destiny than I have ever been, and I am destined to take my place with the Norse Gods!
Dagvald: But to be a God, you must become the King of Kings. That’s where you come in, Ethan. Ever since the first day you set foot in this company, you’ve made your name off myself. I managed to run your trio out of WCF before, piece by piece, but now you’ve come straggling back like a lost dog looking for its bone. Your prize is gone, Ethan. There is no more US Championship, at least not in the way you remember. Now it's nothing but a worthless strap that signifies Adam Bass is the least-worst undercard jobber. It’s legacy, including your reign, is forever rendered irrelevant, meaning your entire run in this company is meaningless.
Dagvald: Speaking of being undercard, it’s about damn time I get moved up the fucking card. I haven’t had a high-stakes match since when I teamed with Logan. Look at my next PPV match: Adam fucking Young. Well that ends there. Ethan, you’re trying to claw your way out of the Alpha division, but tonight you learn there is only enough room at the top for one. I refuse to let the man who made a name off calling me Adam Cooper on Twitter ascend the ranks before I do. You want to start winning championships? You really think you belong in the upper echelons instead of me? HUH?!
Dagvald: Then next month, at Aftermath, I say we settle this the way it started: with insults and bullshit thrown around Twitter. I want you as my first real opponent for this belt- allow me to specify since I am a double champion, the Internet Championship. Things have changed in that division, Ethan. Is it still too intimidating for you to have the balls to accept my challenge? Or is there still a flicker of the flame you once had when you first joined the dub? I know you’re a bit incapacitated at the moment, but the challenge is laid out, just like you, and I await your response as soon as you get yourself together.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Dagvald just challenged Ethan King to be his next opponent for the Internet Championship! If he wants to move up the ranks, that’s a great way to start.
Dagvald: Well everyone, that’s the final step in the preparation process. Tonight, the plan will finally be put into action. Every cog has fallen into place, and I will become more powerful than any of you could have imagined. I will be one step closer to filling the role of God.
Zach Davis: What could he be talking about?
Dag Riddik is in the ring when a eight year old little boy in a red choir robe steps out from behind the announce table with a mic in hand.
Little Boy: Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
Are you washed in the blood of the Goat?
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
Are you washed in the blood of the Goat?
Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Goat?
Are your garments spotless are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Goat?
Lay aside your garments that are stained with sin
And be washed in the blood of the Goat.
There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean.
O, be washed in the blood of the Goat!
Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Goat?
Are your garments spotless are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Goat?
The little boys holds his arms out and tilts his head back as the arena goes pitch black. Let you down" by Seether starts playing and a single red light hits the entrance where Adam Young is standing.
Crowd: 1 Sick Bastard! 1 Sick Bastard!
Adam smiles at the crowd.
Adam Young: Well Mr. Dag Riddik seems as if you have gotten rid of the dirt bag bitch, Katherine Phoenix and are in need of someone to take that weight off your shoulders. So you pick another dirt bag Ethan King. I got nothing to do on March 26, and I'll be in Las Vegas at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. Seeing how we are both going to be there why not put that Internet championship on the line against the man they made that championship for but have never given me a chance to hold it instead of a nobody like Ethan King!?
Crowd: Yes! Yes!
Adam Young: Are you ready Dag to be washed in the blood of the Goat?
The red light goes out.
Little Boy: Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?
Are you washed in the blood of the Goat?
Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?
Are you washed in the blood of the Goat?
Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Goat?
Are your garments spotless are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Goat?
Lay aside your garments that are stained with sin
And be washed in the blood of the Goat.
There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean.
O, be washed in the blood of the Goat!
Are you washed in the blood,
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Goat?
Are your garments spotless are they white as snow?
Are you washed in the blood of the Goat?
We go to commercial.
People's Title Match
Joe Smarts vs Kevin Bishop
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 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'.
Freddy Whoa: Why does he do his own intro? Doesn’t he know Kyle Steele gets paid to do that?
Zach Davis: True, I guess, but haven’t you ever noticed he just takes half the matches off?
Freddy Whoa: Fair enough I guess…
The lights in the arena go black and a hush falls upon the fans when the tron lights up pure white. “Unholy Confessions” by Avenged Sevenfold blares over head and white strobes beam down on a group of people in black hoods and Plague doctor masks, as the lights beam down on them, the move away to reveal The Plague Kevin Bishop holding out his arms taking in the roar of the crowd. He wears his black studded leather vest and the People’s Title around his waist; his hair drips wet as he shakes his head to the music. Kevin applies his wrist tape as he makes his way down the ramp with the fans reaching out to him. Towards the end of the ramp Kevin runs to the ring and slides in. He stands in the middle of the ring for a second with a grin on his face as he takes in the roaring of the crowd. Finally he lifts his title overhead and a barrage of sparks rain down onto him and the ring. He makes his way to the far corner and waits for the ring bell.
Freddy Whoa: The referee calls for the bell and here we go!
Zach Davis: The former leader of The Brotherhood facing their self-proclaimed “Captain Bruddahood!”
Freddy Whoa: Who is he now? He’s a man without any real affiliation now that the Brotherhood is effectively dead, isn’t he?
Zach Davis: He doesn’t even know how to spell affiliation; I’m sure he’s not too worried about it.
The lanky Smarts rushes Bishop immediately who steps out of the way and shoves his opponent into the turnbuckle. As Smarts stumbles back, Bishop locks him into a rear waistlock.
Freddy Whoa: Huge german suplex! Bishop is holding on and pulling the challenger back up to his feet! Another german suplex!
Bishop rolls through again and nails another.
Zach Davis: ANOTHER suplex and he’s still got a hold of him!
He rolls through again and then tosses Smarts halfway across the ring with a final, release german suplex.
The crowd roars their approval of the People’s Champion who quickly slides into place for a pin
Zach Davis: One
Kickout by Smarts!
Freddy Whoa: Bishop is now dragging his opponent back to his feet. You know, Joe has a slight height advantage but gives up nearly a hundred pounds to the champion.
Zach Davis: And the majority of the 150 pounds he does weigh, is in his brain!
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of which, snap brainbuster from Bishop! The champion and member of The Haunted is really taking it to his former follower here.
Bishop again picks up Smarts and sets him up for an exploder suplex but the challenger begins to elbow his way out of it. Dazing Bishop, Smarts bounces off the ropes and fires back with a big running elbow. Bishop is stumbled backward and Smarts comes firing back with another one. Bishop now leaning back against the ropes and here comes Joe again.
Freddy Whoa: Back body drop by Bishop sending Smarts all the way to the outside!
Zach Davis: Smarts landed on his feet though! He’s now pointing at his head, touting his supposed intelligence, and has his back turned to Bishop.
In the ring, Bishop signals for the crowd to get up before bouncing off the opposite ropes and diving over the top with massive tope suicida!
Freddy Whoa: NOBODY HOME! Just as Bishop came flying over the top rope, Smarts tripped over his own feet and went tumbling forward, avoiding the impact! And The Plague went flying all the way into the guard rail! What an impact!
Smarts, confusedly looking at the downed Bishop scratches his head while the referee’s count reaches two. Smarts realizes he needs to take advantage of the situation as he climbs up on the apron and comes off with a huge springboard moonsault from the second rope.
Zach Davis: What a move by Smarts! He’s stalking Bishop now...waiting for him to get back up....
Freddy Whoa: BLACK DEATH! He’s stealing Bishop’s finisher!
Zach Davis: No! Bishop caught him! And slammed Smarts into the ringpost! Bishop tosses the challenger back in the ring!
Bishop whips him into the turnbuckle and as Smarts stumbles out catches him with a double-leg suplex rolled through into an elevated half crab.
Zach Davis: Cast out! Cast out! He’s got Smarts locked in!
Freddy Whoa: But he’s right by the ropes! He could easily grab them...but appears not to be?
Zach Davis: He’s going to tap instead?! He’s reaching out to tap….he’s...he’s….he’s tapping!
Freddy Whoa: No! He touched the bottom rope on the way down! The referee is breaking the hold!
Bishop drops the hold and throws his arms up victoriously. The referee explains that it was a rope break to Kevin as Smarts uses the ropes to get back to his feet. As Bishop questions the referee, Smarts flies in with a jumping side kick sending The Plague to his back. Kevin is back up fairly quickly but Smarts with a burst of energy, nails him with a northern lights suplex and a bridge into a pin.
Freddy Whoa: ONE! Are we about to see an upset?!
TWO! Is there a new champion?!
Zach Davis: No! Bishop just BARELY managed to get a shoulder up, likely surprised by that sudden barrage from the challenger!
Freddy Whoa: Oh but Smarts of course thinks he won….He’s running to the second rope now, arms raised in victory!
The referee now has to explain to Smarts that he didn’t win and also possibly the entire hindu-arabic numbering system, giving Bishop enough time to slide in silently behind his opponent who turns and hops down off the second rope into….
Freddy Whoa: BLACK DEATH! BLACK DEATH!
Zach Davis: The pin!
Freddy Whoa: And stiiiiiillllll…...your People’s Champion….Kevin Bishop!
Zach Davis: Who in the HELL is ever going to stop this reign?
Freddy Whoa: I'm not sure anybody will...
Adam Burnett Segment
The camera cuts to back stage and we see Adam Burnett with a kendo stick in hand looking for The UlRic. He looks pissed off...
Zach Davis: Burnett looks pissed!
Freddy Whoa: He has reasons to be pissed...
Burnett opens a non-descript door and peeks inside. He goes inside bu the room is empty...
Suddenly Fenris appears in the doorway.
Freddy Whoa: Watch out...
Burnett turns around and fuming in anger attacks the big man and hits him with the kendo. Burnett continues pummelling Fenris down but he gets attacked by Udy.
Zach Davis: Where did he come from?
Freddy Whoa: Outta Nowhere!
Udy kicks Burnett but gets caught and takes a kendo in midsection. But he turns around to a huge uppercut from Fenris.
Zach Davis: The number games catches up again.
Udy hits a low blow on Burnett. Udy then takes a step back and gestures at fenris.
Fenris picks up Burnett and locks in a standing elevated triangle choke. Udy measures up and hits the superkick on his face.
Freddy Whoa: That was sick and un called for..
Zach Davis: Someone stop this monsters...
Fenris tilts his head and still holds on a limp Burnett. He again tightens the hold as Udy hits him with a second superkick.
Fenris then drops him on the butcher table that was in the room with a transitioned Uranage.
Udy walks up to the table with a butcher's knife and rubs it along Burnetts chest and neck and then looks up with that black demonic eyes.
Freddy Whoa: This is getting dark and uncomfortable...
Udy The sacrifice is ready and the blood is waiting to be spilled. The altar is set for your mangled body, unclean blood and broken soul Adam. Like Adam who was banished, you will be destroyed and banished to the limbo of Oblovion by The Demon Wolf.
A Pause as the camera pans at Fenris standing motionless.
It turns back at Udy as we hear noise of backstage staff and medical personnels approaching..
Udy At Explosion, the end comes!
Udy and Fenris slowly back out into the shadows as the staff runs in...they look for the perpetrators but the room is empty...
Zach Davis: ladies and gentlemen, Burnett looks hurt. We will keep you updated about his condition.
Battle of the Holmes
Andre Holmes vs Jared Holmes
Zach Davis: Fans, we're back live..An Amazing Slam tonight for sure, but pretty much nothing can hold a candle to what happened last week!
Footage from the end of Slam plays over the announcers voices.
Zach Davis: Where Jared Holmes by his actions changed the very landscape of the WCF!
Freddy Whoa: And up next, we see the "Lizard King" tangle with the tough as nails Hardcore Champion Andre Holmes!
Zach Davis: And fans, back live here on Slam, one has to wonder; what is going to transpire in the Battle between the Holmes tonight..Andre vs. Jared!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall!
"Relentless" by New Years Day suddenly begins with lights flashing, and dancing around highlighting different sections of the arena.
Kyle Steel: From Houston Texas, Weighing in at 201 lbs..He is the WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION..ANDRE HOLMES!
He walks out from the back wearing the black hoodie over his head, his ring attire on with the WCF Hardcore Championship hung over his right shoulder. Dialogue continues as Holmes makes his customary entrance to the ring.
Zach Davis: Andre Holmes..The Relentless..The brutal..One has to wonder what his thoughts are tonight!
Freddie Woah: Probably the same as any match Zachary..Dominance..Pain..Doesn't matter who..Doesn't matter when..Andre is the epitome of focus!
Kyle Steel: And his opponent..
"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 Lizard mask 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.... JARED HOLMES!
The commentary speaks over Jared's customary opulent entrance..
Zach Davis: Last week, it was Jared wearing that Lizard Mask, attacking Joey Flash, applying the death blow that ensured a victory for Jason O'Neal!
Freddy Whoa: I thought I'd seen everything in my time..But I never thought I would see the likes of what happened last week..
Zach Davis: One thing is for sure..Jared will not be counting on #beachkrew or Pantheon for any back up tonight against an opponent who he may need it with..
As Holmes reaches the ring, he removes the infamous Lizard mask with a smirk and gives it to Thursday..As Andre glares at Jared from inside the ring, Jared laughs and taunts Andre..
Freddy Whoa: Here we go, boys!
The two Holmes of the WCF step up to each other, talking a bit of trash.
Zach Davis: The WCF universe has been waiting for this one all week, and-
The two simply hug rather than beginning to fight in a loose, bro type embracec. They shake hands afterwards much to the chagrin of the crowd, who is booing mercilessly.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is this!?
Crowd: BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!
The two men clearly don't care as they leave the ring.
Zach Davis: This was going to be a classic match, and maybe it will be one day, but for tonight... nothing but bullshit.
Adrian Archer Segment
Zach Davis: We're back live and..
"The Warriors Code" by Dropkick Murphys starts to play.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute..what the..this is'int...
Freddy Whoa: Part of the script? Expect THE UNEXPECTED IN WCF BAYBAY!
From the entrance ramp comes a well dressed man in a fine grey suit, newsboy cap, and aviator sunglasses. The man looks around to a stunned crowd.
Zach Davis: WAIT! THATS...TRIPLE A?
Freddy Whoa: OH JESUS CHRIST! NOT THIS AGAIN! FUCKING A!
Zach Davis: Well, whatever the original Adrian Archer has to say, hopefully it can shed some light on the confusion caused by Alan Wayne and his multiple Archers!
The man steps in the ring and asks for a microphone, which Kyle Steel hands him. With a throat slit gesture, the music cuts and we hear from the first man to go by Adrian Archer.
Adrian Archer: Well well...Looks like while I was on the shelf, Seth Lerch decided to let some no talent fuckboys use my name! Now it is true one is hurt, and hurt bad, and I suppose that should be revenge enough. But I'm here to tell the WCF Universe That I am the one...the only...ADRIAN ARCHER!
Freddy Whoa: And by the crowds reaction, it appears the lines at the bathrooms have grown huge...
Adrian Archer: No more Magnificent Bastard...No more gimmicks or quirks...And No more Alan Wayne or personalities projects! As repayment, Seth has made me an offer I can't refuse..And though you may not see me...you will feel my presence in this very ring..And when the time is right, I will come back to Purge this federation of its avarice and fuckery! Until then..Enjoy the chaos!
Zach Davis: What..the...You mean to tell me..the original triple a..is now somehow...
Freddy Whoa: I don't even know...But judging by the cut of that suit...Whatever it is he's doing...He's making a hell of a lot more money..
FPV/Vinnie Jones/Teddy Blaze vs Jason O'Neal/David Sanchez/Dionysus
Zach Davis: Can you say clusterfuck? We've got our number one contender, FPV, teaming with two members of the Trilogy Cup Tournament to take on our new World Champion, teaming with two other members of the Trilogy Cup Tournament!
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.
Freddy Whoa: Frank Patrick Venable has had a hell of a return since coming back to the WCF. That said, he hasn't worn the World Title since 2012, five years ago!
Zach Davis: But he hasn't appeared this motivated in quite a while, either, not to compete at the level he has been competing at. One week from tonight we will see just what FPV is made of.
Ich Will can be heard as it echoes through the arena, the spotlight will shine on the entrance way as the arena goes black. The fans stand up as they anticipate the arrival of Vinnie Jones and not knowing what split personality it will be. He comes walking to the arena as he looks around at the crowd and smiles. He raises his arms in the air and waits for the pyro to happen before starting to punch in the air before walking to the ring. The fans cheer this version as he gets to the ring and jumps up and down before jumping on the ring apron and gets in the ring. There he takes off his sweater and prepares for his match.
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.
Freddy Whoa: Say what you want about FPV, but Teddy Blaze or Vinnie Jones, his partners, could end up being number one contenders themselves within a month's time or so.
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.
Zach Davis: David Sanchez has to be hating life just a little bit right now. As huge as Everest may be, FPV has cashed in his Final Destination contract to take him to Explosion. The contract that Sanchez won.. and the contract that Sanchez lost. Sanchez could be the one fighting O'Neal at Explosion.
Freddy Whoa: That said, Sanchez does have the opportunity to win the Trilogy Cup Tournament and head to Mexico City! But then again, so could his partner here tonight, Dion Necurat.
"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.
#1 by Nelly hits. The crowd immediately begins to boo.
Zach Davis: It is one of the biggest upsets in Slam history, but at the hands of Pantheon, Jason O'Neal was able to defeat Joey Flash and take his WCF World Heavyweight Championship. The same Championship that Flash fought Dune over, that Flash went through War for, that he climbed a Mountain for.
Jason O'Neal walks arrogantly walks to the ring, with one notable difference than usual: the World Title is around his waist.
Freddy Whoa: Everyone is here, and here we go!
FPV and Jason O'Neal are both in the ring to start the match off and the crowd buzzes like crazy.
Zach Davis: We may not have seen this coming, but this is certainly a fresh matchup, that's for sure; these two competing for the most prestigious belt WCF has to offer. Two men that arrived here via two very different means, but who deserve it nonetheless.
Freddy Whoa: You think Jason O'Neal deserves that belt?
Zach Davis: ....Point taken, but we'll see how he fares here! The proof will be in the pudding.
O'Neal shakes his head and tags in David Sanchez.
FPV shakes his head in disappointment, having been looking forward to lock up with the World Champion; he turns to the crowd to ask "can you believe him?" but that opening was all David Sanchez needed, and he's on FPV like white on rice. He hits him with series of clubbing blows to the back. FPV stumbles forward, trying to shake them off, but to no avail. Sanchez pushes FPV into the ropes and then sends him flying forward. FPV bounces back and Sanchez drops him with a Shoulderblock. Sanchez drops an elbow but FPV rolls out of the way. Both men are to their feet and Sanchez runs at FPV, but FPV catches him with a Frankysteiner!
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez stumbles to his feet, not staying down.
FPV takes Sanchez over with a Hip Toss, and follows up with a Dropkick to his face. FPV pins him.
Zach Davis: In a match like this a pin could come from anywhere at any time, you never know.
FPV tags in Vinnie Jones. Jones enters and quickly lifts Sanchez to his feet and lifts him for a Brainbuster!, but Sanchez adjusts himself and lands behind Jones. Sanchez spins him around and hits a series of European Uppercuts before finishing with a palm strike to the solar plexus. He turns and tags in Dionysus.
Freddy Whoa: Dionysus, Dion Necurat, whatever you want to call him - he's going into Explosion for one of the biggest matches of his career.
Dionysus stomps away at Vinnie Jones. He eventually lifts him up and tosses him to the ropes, before knocking him right back down with a Big Boot. Dionysus goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: Vinnie Jones isn't the only Zero Tolerance member we have to worry about; we also have Jaymz, who could take the place of any of these men at any time if they'd drop out.
Dionysus lifts Vinnie Jones up again but Jones has had enough; he kicks Dionysus in the gut and is able to execute an Impaler DDT out of nowhere! Jones with the pin now.
Kickout from Dionysus.
Freddy Whoa: This match is all about momentum with both teams. Whoever wins walks into Explosion with all the momentum on their side.
Jones lifts Dionysus up again and again throws him to the ropes. This time he catches him in a Bearhug.
Zach Davis: Vinnie Jones, wearing the former Brotherhood member down now... The Brotherhood, which has seemingly been vanquished for the time being. Zero Tolerance have to love that.
Dionysus is eventually able to free his arms and clap them against the head of Jones; however Jones quickly shoves him away and into the ropes. Dion bounces back and Jones hits a HUGE Spinebuster!
Freddy Whoa: Another pin attempt!
Zach Davis: And another kickout!
Jones tags in Blaze. But as Blaze enters the ring, Jones immediately grabs him from behind and drops him with a Rude Awakening Neckbreaker!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell!?
As soon as that happens, Jason O'Neal tags himself into the ring. The Real Deal measures the confused Teddy Blaze as he gets to his feet...
Zach Davis: LAGNIAPPE!
O'Neal pins Teddy, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: FPV was too busy on the outside asking Vinnie Jones what his problem was, and Teddy Blaze ate two finishers one after another, he had no chance!
Zach Davis: And look at our World Champion, celebrating like he just won the World Championship all over again!
As Blaze rolls out of the ring, JAYMZ emerges, chair in hand. He grins as Blaze stumbles to his feet .... THWACK!, huge chair shot right to the head of Teddy Blaze!
Freddy Whoa: Come on! What the hell - oh. Oh, I see what's going on here.
Jason O'Neal is already headed up the entryway, wanting no part of whatever is going on here.
Zach Davis: Run while you can, O'Neal - at Explosion, it is going to be put up or shut up time!
FPV glares at him but turns back to the Zero Tolerance situation.... only for O'Neal to come sprinting back down the ramp, blasting FPV in the back of the head with the Title!
Freddy Whoa: COME ON!
Both members of Zero Tolerance now are stomping away at Teddy Blaze as FPV is out cold. Jason O'Neal looks down at him, holding the belt up and yelling YOU WANT THIS SO BAD, HUH FRANKY!? YOU GOT IT!
Zach Davis: David Sanchez is nowhere to be found, and Dionysus now trying to grab the chair away from Jaymz-
No!, Jaymz THWACKs Dion right in the face too. With both Dionysus and Blaze out, Jaymz and Vinnie Jones get into the ring, with Jaymz taking a mic.
Jaymz: First of all, Zero Tolerance? We're TIRED of hearing about Pantheon, we're tired of hearing about Everest, we're tired of hearing about whatever god damn stable happens to pop up next. WE are the ones that have been dominant ever since stepping foot in this company. And speaking of dominance, as far as I'm concerned? I'm not waiting for Seth to tell me either Dion or Teddy can't compete at Explosion. I don't care about his little tournament rules, I'm entering myself in this goddamn match whether anyone likes it or not! I'll fight Dion, I'll fight Teddy, it can be a Triple Threat if neither of them chickens out for all I care! And if anyone has a problem with it? Try and stop me!
The crowd boos as Jaymz drops the mic, and he and Vinnie Jones make their exist.
Freddy Whoa: What.. what the hell was that?
Zach Davis: Vinnie Jones and Jaymz attacked both Teddy Blaze and Dionysus in an attempt to get Jaymz into the tournament, but it looks like Jaymz is taking matters into his own hands... he's saying he's entering no matter what!
Freddy Whoa: Well that's what I call a wildcard. What a development!
We go to commercial.
A promo for an upcoming WCF event begins to play on the jumbotron when suddenly the lights in the arena go out. Production crew quickly begin to scramble to fix the problem when “Get Born Again” by Alice in Chains hits the P.A. system.
The crowd erupts in cheers as Mikey eXtreme steps onto the stage. He looks around the arena in disgust before making his way down the ramp and rolling into the ring. Freakshow slowly follows him down to the ring and climbs in with him.
The lights stay off as a small spotlight hits the ring.
Mikey eXtreme: You know, a few months ago I was sitting in the back waiting for my music to hit so I could come down to this ring and WIN War.
I sat there watching the match on a monitor, and it finally hit me. Not only do you idiots in this arena not deserve me, but this company doesn’t deserve me. I put on the best matches the WCF has ever seen. I’ve elevated championships and made them matter.
And what do I get?
The WCF gets rid of the United States championship.
All the hardwork that I put into that belt to make it matter. All the work I put in to make that belt actually mean something and they just erase it.
The fans begin to boo.
Mikey eXtreme: Shut up. You idiots didn’t even care. You just sat there and let the WCF feed you this Alpha title bullshit.
The fans begin to boo louder.
Mikey eXtreme: Boo hoo! You think I care if you like me? I couldn’t care less about any of you. The same way this company feels about me.
Entrant by entrant, I sat back watching all these so called great wrestlers come out. Return after return of people that didn’t care enough to stick around in the first place. Returns of guys that should have stayed in the past.
People have been asking me ever since, ‘Why did you let FPV pin you?’
I laid down and took myself out of that match because I was the only one who was capable of taking me out that night and NOBODY in that match deserved to be in there with me. It just wasn’t fair to me to compete with the likes of them.
So I took myself out and I went home. Because the WCF did not deserve Mikey eXtreme. The WCF did not deserve the caliber of competitor that I am.
But, here I am. The KING of eXtreme. The KING of Darkness and I deserve to be worshiped. I deserve everything that this company has to give. I am the greatest competitor in WCF history and you idiots will worship me. You will cheer me, and you will like it. These morons in the back will bow down before me, they will accept me as their ruler.
Mikey laughs as he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring as a commercial begins to play.
Television Title Match
Steven Singh vs John Rabid
Zach Davis: Our main event is here!
Freddy Whoa: A meeting between Steven Singh and John Rabid, Everest and Pantheon. We didn't really see this coming, but I feel like we're on the edge of a new war brewing.
Zach Davis: Tonight, we're witnessing the opening shots.
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.
Freddy Whoa: Thievin' Steven emerged in early 2017 as THE star to watch, battling Joey Flash in back to back Pay Per View matches. Not many men can walk out of that and still have the will to compete, much less at a high level!
“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.
Zach Davis: John Rabid liberated the Television Title from the grasp of Sebastian Knight just last week, and this is his first defense. We've see Television Title reigns last either very long or very short - which will Rabid's be?
The two men tie up immediately, each trying to assert their will; neither giving an inch.
Crowd: LET'S GO PAN-THE-ON!
Crowd: LET'S GO PAN-THE-ON!
The two men continue battling, Singh getting the upper hand and pushing Rabid towards a corner, Rabid fighting back and using all of his strength to push Singh back towards his.
Freddy Whoa: Don't be fooled, neither of these groups are fan favorites, but one thing is for sure: everyone in the crowd has an opinion, they want to see one group overcome the other, and they're split about fifty fifty here tonight.
Eventually the Champion tires of the battle and instead of trying to control the grapple, goes to irish whip Singh instead. Singh reverses the irish whip attempt and pulls Rabid in, executing a Double Leg Takedown. He immediately puts Rabid into a Side Headlock which Rabid flips out of. Both men get to their feet, Rabid rushes Singh but Singh executes a Arm Drag. Rabid gets back to his feet and Dropkicks Singh. Singh gets back to HIS feet and goes for a quick kick but Rabid catches it. He's ready for a Dragonscrew Legwhip but Singh somehow uses the momentum to flip instead, somersaulting and landing on his feet. Rabid goes for a Clothesline but Singh ducks it and hooks him for a Half Nelson Suplex. Rabid quickly drops down, escaping the Half Nelson and quickly switches behind Singh. He goes for a German Suplex but Singh lands on his feet! As Rabid turns Singh goes for a vicious Muy Thai strike, but AGAIN Rabid catchis his leg and this time he's able to execute the Dragonscrew Legwhip he went for earlier! Singh clutches his leg in pain as Rabid has come out of the sequence on top!
Zach Davis: What an amazing back and forth!
Rabid quickly covers Singh, going for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: No!, kickout from the challenger.
Rabid lifts Singh to his feet and shoves him into the corner. He pulls him in and knees him in the stomach, doubling him over. He backs into the ropes, comes back and executes a Fameasser. Singh rolls over onto his back as Rabid ascends to the top.
Zach Davis: The Ripper looking to make quick work of the Superstar here tonight...
Whether he was going for a Moonsault or the Phoenix Splash, Rabid adjusts in midflight as Singh rolls away. Rabid is able to land on his feet. Rabid runs at Singh but Singh takes him down with a Drop Toehold, causing Rabid to fall face first right into the bottom turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Oof!, nasty fall there, Singh in the driver's seat now.
For the time being the light seems to have gone out of Rabid's eyes, and no one seems to be home; Singh seizes the opportunity and lifts Rabid to his feet and hits a Snap Suplex, again sending Rabid into the turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: Twice in a row!?
Singh pulls Rabid into the center of the ring and pins him, hooking the leg.
Kickout from the Champion.
Freddy Whoa: Due to the nature of the belt and how long some men have held it, the Television Title remains one of the most prestigious belts in the company. No one, especially a man such as John Rabid, is going to let it go so easily.
Singh hoists Rabid to his feet and tosses him to the ropes. As Rabid comes back Singh executes a Fireman's Carry Takedown into a Kimura Lock!
Zach Davis: KIMURA LOCK! KIMURA LOCK APPLIED!
The crowd gasps as Rabid screams out in pain. He lunges towards the rope, unable to reach.
Freddy Whoa: Could this be it!? A Kimura Lock has finished many an opponent throughout pro wrestling, oftentimes out of nowhere just like this!
No!, no, Rabid makes it! He just barely grabs the bottom rope. The ref yells for Singh to release the hold, which Singh does at the last second, naturally. Singh pulls Rabid back into the middle of the ring and runs to the ropes. He comes back, going for an elbow drop, but Rabid rolls out of the way. Singh goes for another elbow drop but Rabid rolls away again. Rabid is to the ropes and Singh fires back with some strikes to keep him down, but Rabid begins blocking them, readying a comeback. He drops Singh with a Jawbreaker, stunning him, before bouncing off the ropes and executing a Spinning Heel Kick! Singh goes down but quickly gets back up. Rabid goes to throw Singh to a corner but Singh reverses the attempt and sends Rabid into the corner instead. Rabid is able to quickly hop up onto the turnbuckle in a sitting position. He gets his leg up as Singh runs towards him, stunning him; Singh turns around and Rabid jumps off the top with a Blockbuster!
Zach Davis: John Rabid is The Stuff!
Rabid throws himself on top of Singh, going for a pin as quickly as possible after completing the move.
No!, kickout from Singh.
Freddy Whoa: As we mentioned before, Singh went toe to toe with Joey Flash two months in a row. That said, Flash surely confided in Rabid and the rest of his former Pantheon cohorts about Singh and his strategies for him.... so Rabid is certainly prepared.
Rabid boots Singh several times before climbing once again to the top rope.
Zach Davis: We saw Rabid go high risk earlier and it didn't pay off. Does he have Singh sufficiently worn down yet?
Rabid makes it to the top and flies off....
Freddy Whoa: PHOENIX SPLASH! INTO THE PIN!
Zach Davis: NO! Singh gets his foot on the ropes!
The ref notices it at the last second. Rabid is already up and waiting to be handed his Television Title, raising his arm in the air. The ref quickly tries to alert him that no, the match isn't over, but it's too late; Singh rolls Rabid up from behind.
Freddy Whoa: SINGH STEALS ANOTHER ONE!
Zach Davis: Wait, no, Rabid had his foot on the ropes just like Singh did earlier... But it doesn't seem like the referee saw it!
THE CAPTAIN has hit the scene! As Singh is asking for the belt to be handed to him The CAPTAIN is telling the referee that Singh hasn't really won. The referee doesn't even need to ask for a replay as The CAPTAIN's integrity is beyond reproach, he simply takes his word for it and doesn't call for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: I'm not sure if it is wise for The CAPTAIN to be out here just this second, I don't think Rabid is necessarily the biggest fan of him either most likely.
His job done and with no plans to actually interfere, The CAPTAIN leaves the ring. Steven Singh is just now realizing that he hasn't ACTUALLY won yet and curses. Rabid is up and Singh runs at him, looking to put him down with a KINSHASA!~!, but Rabid sidesteps it and as the two men turn to face each other Rabid snaps off a vicious Shining Wizard!
Zach Davis: Rabid takes his head off!
Rabid measures him up, he's licking his lips, he's ready to put him away.
Freddy Whoa: Here Rabid comes as Steven gets back up... KINGDOM DESTROYER!
NO!, SINGH HAS IT SCOUTED! Singh grabs a hold of Rabid as Rabid is near his shoulders and hoists him up onto his shoulders completely in the Fireman's Carry position. He transitions the Carry into the Rolling Cutter!
Zach Davis: THIEF IN THE NIGHT!
NO!, once Singh is about to hit the Cutter, Rabid rams his body backwards and squashes Singh into a turnbuckle. As Singh stumbles out from the corner Rabid hits the ropes again..
Freddy Whoa: KINGDOM DESTROYER! HE HITS IT!
Rabid falls on top of Singh and hooks the leg.
Kyle Steel: And STILLLL, WCF Television Champion, John Raaaabid!
Rabid triumphantly raises his hand as the referee straps the belt around his waist. On the stage, Jared Holmes and Wade Moor saunter out clapping their hands with approval. Rabid nods to them, then looks down at the defeated Singh leaning against the corner ring post. Then he looks back at Holmes and Moor, and all three exchange an evil smirk as they begin to close in on the final member of Everest yet to receive an attack.
Zach Davis: Hold on… I think the pieces are starting to come together! Could this mean…?
Just as Holmes and Moor approach the end of the ramp, two men hurtle the barricade on either side wearing black hoodies and ski masks. They barrel into the ring between the Pantheon members, not taking much notice, and zero in on Singh. They lift up the exhausted wrestler, and one masked man takes hold of him to hit a Steenalyzer into the corner.
Zach Davis: Oh no… it can’t be…
The first man backs off as Singh barely manages to make it to his feet in the corner. The second masked man lifts up their victim, turns around, and delivers a brutal running powerbomb into the opposite corner, all while Pantheon watch in satisfaction.
Freddy Whoa: There’s no way! But it has to be…!
With that, the men back off as the rest of Pantheon rush in and start laying into Singh. They beat him down viciously for a few moments, then start an exhibition of their finishing maneuvers. After a Poseidon Punch, Kingdom Destroyer, and Dolphin Driver, Singh is all out for good. With their work finished, Pantheon gather around their accomplices in the middle of the ring.
Jared Holmes: Last week, I cemented the longevity of this, as one fellow wrestler called it, Empire. The so-called God who was leading us around thought he could use us as his pawns, and he was certain we were too far beneath him to rebel against his almighty guidance. But just as in ancient mythology, through to the Revolution of 1917, there is no self-proclaimed God which is invulnerable to the wrath of those he perceives as inferior. Be it the Titans overthrown by the Gods, or the Monarchy overthrown by the peasants, the power of many united will always outweigh the power of one, no matter how strong that individual is.
Jared Holmes: Tonight, Pantheon grows stronger than it has ever been with the addition of two new members. You’ve already met one, and indeed, it is the Relentless One, Andre Holmes!
One of the masked men rips off his mask and hoodie, and Andre basks in the renewed boos from the crowd still soured at his actions earlier tonight. To his right, the other masked man seems caught off guard as he stares at Andre.
Jared Holmes: Now, it’s time to reveal the identity of our second new member. It wasn’t easy getting on the same page with this guy, but it’s a wonder what you can get someone to agree to when you have something they want. And so, if you will…
Jared motions to the remaining figure to reveal himself, and do so he does. The hood comes down, the hoodie ripped off, and the ski mask falls to the ground. The t-shirt which can now be seen clearly reads, “Dag Riddik Gang.”
Freddy Whoa: WHOA DAGVALD RIDDIK HAS JOINED PANTHEON!
Zach Davis: These two have bitter history since Dag’s earliest days in the company! How did they get him to agree to this?
Dag continues glaring at Andre Holmes, clearly disgusted to find out he also joined Pantheon, and the sentiment is reciprocated by Andre. Jared waves them off and continues speaking.
Jared Holmes: Dag thoughtfully pondered the fate of all great Empires once their leaders are overthrown. Well, I assure you all, The Empire of Pantheon will dominate the landscape of WCF until we simply don’t feel like it anymore. It’s that simple. Regardless of our differences, we won’t let petty disagreements stop us-
He shoots a glare at the tense Andre and Dag-
Jared Holmes: from destroying the competition, starting with these fuccin queers in Everest. You want a turf war? You got it. First point to Pantheon you scrubs, now it’s your move. Tearing you three randos apart will be easier than tearing Kat’s legs apart. Three upper midcarders who all want the world title? Yeah, that’ll hold up after one month. As for us, well, corny as it may sound, I don’t give a fuck, we’re bound by family.
Dag glances back at Jared, clearly impatiently waiting for something. Then, on the stage, Thursday slowly comes out on the stage, leading someone by the hand. The woman gingerly steps out, some bandages dotting her tiny body. She turns to the ring, her red hair flowing and waving. Her green eyes see the man she is looking for, and they light up through the pain. Dagvald is in disbelief: Jared followed through on his promise. Dag hurtles over the rope and rushes up to his Dearest Isabella. They embrace, as Dag kneels down and wraps his arms around the angelic young woman. Thursday puts her hands to her mouth and makes cooing noises at what she perceives as an adorable display.
Jared Holmes: A good king keeps those who follow him very happy. We have no weaknesses to exploit, no thoughts of disloyalty, no reason to fight eachother… We have been through the fire, become stronger for it, shed off our excess weight, and added new pillars of strength. The transition of power was not peaceful, but it is eternal. I dare anyone to challenge what I’ve said as just words. We’ll be waiting to answer.
Fade to black.