04/09/2017
Live from the Nationwide Arena in Columbus, Ohio


Slam Intro

Sunday Night Slam kicks off with an explosion of pyro, the camera panning around the arena getting a good look at the rabid crowd in attendance. Before long, these rabid fans are on their feet as "True North" begins to play, signaling the arrival of their new World Champion...Frank Patrick Venable. FPV takes his time coming out of the curtain, dressed in his usual street clothes. He has two new accessories with him: the WCF World Heavyweight Championship, and the biggest smile we've seen on him since he's come back. He slaps the hands of a couple of fans as he makes his way down the ramp, eventually sliding into the ring and grabbing a mic from the timekeeper, as his music fades out. He waits a moment before speaking, soaking in the appreciation from the fans.

Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! *clap clap clapclapclap* YOU DESERVE IT! *clap clap clapclapclap*.

Humbled, FPV finally brings the mic to his lips.

FPV: Ladies and gentlemen...boys and girls...

Crowd: FRIENDS BEYOND THE BINARY!!

Frank can only smile at that before continuing.

FPV: From the bottom of my heart, I just to say thank you. For everything. When I came back here not too long ago, I knew deep down it would only be a matter of time before I held this giant hunk of gold again. Not everyone out there in the back thought I could. Most of them were new guys who said I was past my prime, that I couldn't hold any more gold cause I didn't have what it took to be the top guy, and that I never did. Well after becoming Television Champion of the Year, the undisputed Ace of the Brotherhood, a short stint as Mr. Final Destination, and now becoming World Champ and one of only THREE Double Grand Slam Champs OF ALL TIME...I just gotta ask...yall think I still don't have what it takes now?!

HUGE pop from the crowd!

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

FPV: Now I should've had my victory celebration right there and then when I won the belt at Explosion. And there's one reason why my celebration got cut so short...

IMMEDIATE BOOS FROM THE CROWD.

FPV: Because of an impatient little roach and his pathetic band of merry menn. It's funny, right before I got jumped I said I had only two words to say. Well, as I was saying before I was interrupted at the pay per view, I still only have two words...

A silence comes over the crowd, intent on hearing what Frank has to say. And like he promised, he only has two words.

FPV: JARED. HOLMES.

A LOOOOOUD pop from the crowd! They can feel Frank accepting the challenge.

FPV: JARED! You wanna lay out the challenge for MY belt? A belt I had to earn myself! Well if that's the way you want it to go...YOU'RE FUCKING ON BUDDY!

Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!!!

FPV: Now get the fuck over here and say it to my face you fucking LEECH.

A few seconds pass before the titantron begins to flicker. It turns to static before going black, a green cursor flickering gently on the screen. Words appear across the screen: "Transmitting for New Jalaxaritkatusa..." Booing fills the arena as the image of an immaculate chrome and gold hall, a line of columns leading to a marble throne. On the right, John's Rabid stands flanked by Dag Riddick. On the left, Wade Moor sits flanked by Andre Holmes. Upon the throne sits the King in Yellow, Jared Holmes. Reaching up, he pulls the diamond mask from his face as he giggles, raising another hand to wiggle his fingers at the camera.

Jared Holmes: Champing at the big, #fuccboi? Heh, don't get too excited; we still have PLENTY of time.

Jared drops the mask to the floor as he kicks his legs up on the armrest of the throne, turning in his seat to recline perpendicular to the camera as he rubs his chin.

Jared Holmes: Not that I blame you for being too excited for your own destruction; I'm sure the gang stomping we gave you last week scrambled your brain.

Frank can only laugh at this notion.

FPV: Scramble my brain, Jared? You mean like how Sanchez tried to scramble my brain with that briefcase? The same briefcase I TOOK from him a week later? Or how O'Neal tried to concussion me with this belt one week before I kicked him right out of the main event scene? You should by know Jared, je suis tetu. It's not that easy to put me down

Jared giggles again, stretching across the throne like a cat before turning over on his stomach.

Jared Holmes: Franky. Buddy. I'm not Sanchez. Nor O'Neal. You know that.

Jared's smile expands into a shark-like grin as he puts his thumbs and pointers together to make a mocking diamond at the screen. He sits bolt upright in an instant, leaning forward at the camera with crazed eyes.

Jared Holmes: And at Aftermath? I'll show you. If... you got the moxie to go 0-3.

Frank's gaze turns deadly serious as he matches Jared's super sized stare on the titantron.

FPV: Jared, you're one of only three men to pin me since I've come back. At Aftermath, I think it's high time I paid you the fuck back.

Jared drops the diamond and claps his hands together.

Jared Holmes: Bless! Yes. Don't let me stop your great demolition.

He giggles again to himself as he leans back in his throne.

Jared Holmes: That's a Jesus Christ Superstar reference, by the way.

He laughs again at his own wit before leaving his fingers together. His grin slowly faded as he matches Frank's deadly seriousness.

Jared Holmes: at Aftermath... I'm going to eat your heart.

The transmission suddenly turns to static, as Frank is left standing in the ring, contemplating the conversation that has just taken place. The feed soon after cuts to a commercial.

Damien Young/Alexander LaVey vs The Very Big Alliance

Summer Shudder by AFI starts to play as Damien explodes out from behind the curtain, full of energy as always. He walks down to the ring, hi-fiving fans and pumping up the crowd. He gets down to the ring, and hops up onto the apron.

Damien Young: SAY MY NAME!

Kyle Steel: Introducing first: He hails from Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in at 191 lbs., DAMIEN "THE GUN" YOUNG!

Damien throws his right hand upward, his fingers in the shape of a pistol. He brings his arm straight out in front of him, and fires a single shot towards the camera. He climbs into the ring, and heads to his corner

"Nihil" by 3TEETH begins to blast over the house speakers. The rhythmic bumping of the first few notes sends near death vibrations throughout the audience with violent alternating flashes of white and red spotlights to match. As the beat drops, the lights stop flashing. A spotlight hits the center of the entrance as Alexander LaVey blasts through the curtain to the start of the vocals. The crowd reacts with a mixture of boos and cheers as Alexander marches to the ring with his head slightly cocked up. The light follows him as his focus and determination outshines the violent industrial metal. He puts both his hands up on the middle rope to pull himself onto the apron. He enters the ring through the middle and top ropes and begins violently circling the ring with the spotlight following him. After a few paces around he puts his hands on the top rope in the center of the rope facing the camera side of the ring. He props his left foot on the middle rope and his right foot on the bottom as the spotlight changes from overhead to behind. He lowers his head and lets out a primal yell as he flings his head back, removing the hood from his head.

Rock Out-Motorhead Plays as William the Behemoth and Ainsley Ivanovic, the Very Big Alliance, 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: And Slam has begun!

The bell sounds. Damien Young starts the match and runs at Ivanovic, hitting him with a series of forearms, catching him unaware. The stunned Ivanovic is then sent to the ropes. Young executes an Arm Drag. Ivanovic gets back up and runs at Young, who hits another Arm Drag. He gets up one more time and Young runs at him and hits a Shining Wizard!

Freddy Whoa: What a way to start a a match from this young man!

Young goes for a quick pin.

One!

Two!

No!, kickout from Ivanovic. He powers out of it. Young quickly stays on the attack though and goes for a Spinning Lariat as Ivanovic gets back to his feet!

Zach Davis: The Tank ducks it!

Ivanovic kicks Young in the gut before hitting a Stunner!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

The Tank quickly pins Young, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Young gets the shoulder up!

Zach Davis: Unbelievable! He kicked out of the Stunner!

Ivanovic hits the ropes then hits a Running Senton - no, Young rolls out of the way. Young gets to his feet and hits a Dropkick but the Tank doesn't go down, just stumbles back. Young goes for the Spinning Lariat again, but no, Ivanovic still sees it coming and once again ducks it. Ivanovic grapples Young from behind but Young quickly switches behind him and executes a Snap German Suplex!, popping the crowd and going into the bridged pin.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, The Tank once again escapes!

Freddy Whoa: Young rolls away and tags in his partner Alexander LaVey, and Ivanovic takes this opportunity to tag in William!

The two meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading rights and lefts. William the Behemoth comes out on top and sends LaVey reeling. He throws him to the ropes and then lifts him up.

Zach Davis: Military Press!

William climbs to the second rope and does a Diving Leg Drop!

Freddy Whoa: Falling Continent! How can a man that big do that!? He's almost 600 pounds!

William nods to his partner who re-enters the match and runs towards Young, knocking him off the apron. As he does that William puts LaVey into his Texas Cloverleaf. The Tank runs at LaVey nd Punt Kicks him!

Zach Davis: GIANT PUNT!

LaVey has no choice - he taps out!

Freddy Whoa: The Very Big Alliance takes the victory!

The bell soudns and Rock Out by Motorhead plays once again.

Zach Davis: Big win for them here tonight - LaVey may not have been able to overcome The Behemoth, but we did have an awesome showing by Damien Young, very impressive debut!

The CAPTAIN's Announcement

Zach Davis: Later tonight we have THE CAPTAIN taking on the mastermind of Everest, David Sanchez! But first it looks like we have a special appearance from our new, lone, tag team champion!

Freddy Whoa: We sure do! It's been hotly rumored all week on social media that THE CAPTAIN will be naming his new tag team partner, right here, tonight!

A marching band drum line emerges from the back and begins to bang on their drums. From behind them, the horns section circles around the drum line on either side, playing the familiar tune of The CAPTAIN'S anthem. Just as the audience begins to get fired up, The CAPTAIN and his dancing robot assistant, Jeeves, appear from the back and stop behind the drum line. CAP, with a tag title belt slung across each shoulder, waves to the crowd that is now all standing and cheering. The crowd roars with applause at their costumed hero, as the drum line splits and The CAPTAIN walks through them and over towards the time keepers table to grab a microphone. CAP and his robot assistant enter the ring, the masked warrior waving and blowing kisses to all of his admirers.

CAPTAIN: Thank you everyone! Thank you so much, it really great to be your tag team champion!

The crowd continues their raucous applause, eventually breaking out into a 'CAP-TAIN! CAP-TAIN! CAP-TAIN!' chant.

CAPTAIN: Now that I beat Stefan Sing and become tag team champion again, I once again left without partner! My robot butler, Jeeves, and I did a lot of soul searching about issue and we come up with best tag team partner, not named Jory Splash or Ronny Shy, that we could think of!

The audience starts yelling random superstar names out as the CAPTAIN pauses for a moment.

CAPTAIN: Ha ha, I know you all have ideas about who best to team with CAPTAIN, but I assure you, I not only have good dealings with this person in the past, but he help get rid of interference at Explosion!

The crowd quiets back down and begins whispering among themselves, wondering if CAP is about to make the announcement they think he's going to.

CAPTAIN: Without further ado, CAPTAIN'S new partner... MR. R!

“Heroes” by David Bowie is played now by the marching band, as a somewhat familiar looking wrestler, wearing a black bespoke suit and a “Crazy 88” style face mask, enters the arena and stands at the top of the ramp. The mysterious figure twirls a sheathed black sword cane engraved with a silver serpent motif, a black and red “Mr.R” badge fixed neatly to the mystery man's lapel. Mr. R tips the brim of his black fedora before walking towards the ring, a confident swagger in his cheery, confident steps.

Zach Davis: Say Freddy, does that wrestler look familiar to you at all?

Freddy Whoa: Can't say that he does. Why? Who does he look like to you?

Zach Davis: Well I think he looks like John Ra...

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Easy there, Zach! This is Mr. R, CAP'S new partner! Not John Rambo! Jeeze, Zach!

Zach Davis: No, I meant John Rab--

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Easy there, Zach! This isn't Guess Who! We leave that nonsense for Wednesday Night! This is MISTER R! OUR NEW TAG CHAMP BY GAWD!

We see Freddy counting a bribe just off camera as the frame quickly focuses on Zach Davis.

Zach Davis: I...I suppose so, Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: Damn right.

Mr. R makes his way down to the ring and jumps up on the apron and climbs through the ropes. The new masked wrestler walks over to CAP, as the two men stare each other down for a moment. All of a sudden, the two thrust their right arms at each other and embrace in a super hero style handshake, as the crowd goes wild. The CAPTAIN then hands Mr. R the belt over his left shoulder and the two hold their respective belts up to the audience for another round of applause.

Zach Davis: Well there you have it folks, your WCF Tag Team Champions, The CAPTAIN and... Mr. R...

Freddy Whoa: You better believe it, Zach! This super hero duo could be the champs for a long time to come!

Zach Davis: And, hey, at least it isn't MR. F!

-MISTER F!-

Adam Young/Austin Adams vs Amber Lynn/Bishop

Freddy Whoa: Our next match should be a very interesting one.

Zach Davis: Yes Freddy. It's the Big Time Jerks going up against "Babygirl" Amber Lynn and Bishop!!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like The Big Time Jerks are already in the ring!!

Zach Davis: So is the ring announcer Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: Already in the ring... Weighing a combined weight of 475 pounds... They are two-thirds of the reigning WCF Six Man Champions! "Sexy" Austin Adams... "One Six Bastard" Adam Young... Big Time Jerks!!!

Freddy Whoa: One team down. Now we need the other team for our match.

Zach Davis: This other team doesn't see eye to eye, but if they did... GOOD GOD!!

The light goes and the sound of drum banging and a spotlight follows him to the ring. Bishop stops at ringside looking at the Big Time Jerks.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring... From Miami, Florida weighing 310 pounds!! This is Bishop!!!

"Sick like me" by In this Moment begins. Lavender fog begins to roll out onto the entrance stage. Blue lasers proceed to flash, along with strobe lights. Everyone is looking around, including Adams and Young. The Nationwide Arena begins to go ballistic when Babygirl Amber Lynn flies through the crowd and climbs over the barrier the same time Bishop climbs into the ring...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!! WHOOSH-WHAM!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

Freddy Whoa: Bishop nails Austin Adams with a double powerbomb... The Last Sermon!!

Zach Davis: Amber Lynn connects with Adam Young with go to sleep... Shut Yo Mouth!!

DOUBLE PIN!!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWOOOOOO!!

Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Kyle Steel: The winners of the match... Bishop and "Babygirl" Amber Lynn!!

Doc Henry vs Trey Carter vs Captain Rump

As The Devil In I begins, the arena goes dark and small flames appear on the stage. With the first drum hit, the small fires turn to pillars of flame and Doc emerges from under the stage through a circle of fire. Stepping through the flames, Doc slowly stalks towards the ring and his opponents. He doesn't even acknowledge the crowd, and climbs into the ring and simply stares and waits...

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.

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

Zach Davis: So we have Doc the Cock, we have the Ass Man, and Trey Carter is stuck in between. Does that make him the taint?

Freddy Whoa: Don't let Trey Carter hear you say that!

Trey Carter and Doc Henry run at Captain Rump and he grabs them both by the throat. He lifts them for a Double Chokeslam but they both escape it and hit Dropkicks, causing Rump to drop and fall out of the ring. Carter and Henry then tie up.

Zach Davis: Carter and Henry got the bigger man out and now they're focused on each other.

Henry puts Carter into a Back Armlock, but Carter elbows his way out of it and switches behind Henry before dropping him with a Reverse DDT. Carter goes for a pin.

One..

Two..

No, Captain Rump pulls him out of the ring. Captain Rump takes a wild swing at Carter but Carter ducks it and hits a series of punches to Rump. The two brawl until..

Freddy Whoa: DOC HENRY WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! WHOA!

Henry gets up and rolls Carter back into the ring, not wanting to try and lift Rump. He slides in and pins Carter.

One..

Two..

No!, kickout from Carter.

Zach Davis: Trey won't stay down, he's already fighting to his feet.

Trey Carter is up but Henry hits him with a series of forearm shots, pressing him into the ropes and then whipping him across the ring. As he comes back Henry hits a Spinning Heel Kick, doubling Carter over. He then pulls him in for a Pedigree.

Freddy Whoa: NO!, Trey Carter reverses it with a Back Bodydrop!

Henry gets back up and rushes Carter, who catches him and hits a Belly to Belly!

Zach Davis: Trey Carter is fired up!

He climbs up to the top rope...

Freddy Whoa: KNOX! HE HITS HENRY WITH HIS LEAPING SUPERMAN PUNCH!

Trey Carter pins Doc Henry, hooking the leg!

One..

Two!..

Three

Zach Davis: No!, broken up by Captain Rump!

Rump lifts Carter up and throws him out of the ring. He turns back to Henry, who has gotten to his feet but is stunned. Rump throws a Clothesline-

Freddy Whoa: Henry ducks it, HE HITS THE GAMBLER'S HAND!

Henry dives on top of Rump and pins him.

One..

Two..

Three!

Zach Davis: Trey Carter couldn't break it up fast enough, Doc Henry wins his return match!

The bell sounds as Doc the Cock gets to his feet to celebrate.

Alpha Title Contendership Match
Adam Burnett vs Jaymz vs Jaice Wilds vs Udy

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a fatal fourway for the number one contender spot for the Alpha Title!!

The crowd cheers in anticipation for the coming match.

The arena lights dim, Hanz Zimmer’s The Kraken 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

Kyle Steel: The first wreslter to enter the arena stands in at 7’2 and weighs in at 363 pounds!! Hailing from Noble, Oklahoma!!! Jaymz!!!!

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

Kyle Steel: His first opponent!! Standing in at 6’0 and weighs in at 196 pounds!! Hailing from Wasteland!! Udy!!!

"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

Kyle Steel: Their opponent!! Standing in at 6’3 and weighing In at 223 pounds!! Hailing from Reynolds, Nebraska!!!! Adam Burnett!!!

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

The bell has rang as both Udy and Adam Burnett realize that their chances of winning will grow immensely when they eliminate the big man Jaymz. Jaymz first throws Jaice Wilds out of the ring. Reluctantly as they are enemies of each other, Udy and Burnett join forces as they both attack the big man. Trying to execute an Irish Whip, but the big man refuses to leave his place as he grabs them by the throats and sets them up for a choke slam

Freddy Whoa: Double chokeslam coming up!!!

But both Udy and Adam kick Jaymz in the knees, causing the big man to drop to his knees and let go off their throats. Burnett starts to pound away at the face of Jaymz, while Udy runs to the ropes and executes a running clothesline. This only wobbles the big man on his knees as he doesn’t fall down, Udy goes to the ropes one more time and the same result. You can see Burnett say to him to do it again as Udy runs to the ropes. But this time it is Jaymz that drags Burnett in front of Udy as he has grabbed him by the throat. This causes Udy to hit Burnett with a running clothesline that sends him into the waiting arms of Jaymz. Who then quickly gets to his feet and delivers a Belly to Belly suplex that sends Burnett down to the canvas. Jaymz then turns around to see Udy, who delivers a dropkick to the knee of the big man and then runs to the ropes and executes a Sprngboard Cross body block. Only to be caught by Jaymz and drives him down hard with a scoop slam. He goes for the cover, but it is saved by Burnett that delivers a double axhandle to the back of the big man as he then starts to wear the big man down with a reverse chinlock.

Zach Davis: Will this be enough for Adams to wear the big man down so that he and Udy can have a one on one confrontation??

Jaymz gets to his knees as Burnett puts more and more pressure on Jaymz as he is slowly fading. The crowd are cheering him on when suddenly out of nowhere we see Udy getting behind Burnett and delivers a German overhead Suplex before going for the cover as the referee starts to use the three count. But it is stopped by the big man that drops an elbow on them. He picks up Udy and whips him in the ropes and drops him with a big boot to the face before turning back his attention to the man that locked him in the reverse chinlock. He grabs him by the throat as he sets him up for the Silence chokeslam.

Freddy Whoa: He escapes it - but here comes Jaice Wilds!

Jaice Wilds Springboards into the ring but Jaymz catches him and hits a huge Silence Chokeslam! Jaymz pins him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: Jaymz has won contendership for the Alpha Title! Watch out, Adam Bass!

Freddy Whoa: Or perhaps Joe Smarts? We'll find out next!

Alpha Title Match
Joe Smarts vs Adam Bass

Freddy Whoa: People have been anticipating this match all week?

The opening beats of 'Catgroove' plays throughout the arena as the crowd goes silent. As the music continues, a faint voice echoes around the arena. The only words that are understandable are

'Dams it, the mic is toos quiet.'

Then a deafening voice can be heard over the arena saying

'HERE COME... OH FUCKS, IT TOOS LOUD!!!'

Finally, as the final part of the opening beats of Catgroove plays, a reasonably loud microphone can be heard throughout the arena.

'Here come the World Smartsest Man, Captain Bruddahhood, JOE SMAAAAAARTS!!!!

Then the crowd realises that Joe fiddled with the mic volume, and they cheer out loud when he struts out on stage, doing a Scotty 2 Hotty dance down, I suppose, as the main part of Catgroove plays.

Joe climbs up the steps, and falls over the ropes into the ring. He then taps his head, as he fails to try and display his 'intelligence'.

Zach Davis: “If there's one negative quality Joe Smarts is known for, it’s his morbid obesity.”

“Amazing” by Kanye West plays over the arena speakers.

A white limousine slowly pulls into the arena. The driver opens the back door, and a brief glimpse of the inside is revealed. Several women are seen at varying degrees of intoxication. Adam steps out of the limousine with a glass of champagne in hand.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa, Adam doesn’t look like he’s dressed to compete tonight. He’s got one of his ten thousand dollar suits on.

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.

The bell rings to start the match, but Adam pulls a microphone out of his pants, and begins to address the crowd.

Adam Bass: Ladies and gentleman, waifus and senpais, let’s all be 100% honest with ourselves. Nobody wants to see this match. So for one night only, I am going to give this man the opportunity of a lifetime.

Adam turns his attention toward Joe Smarts.

Adam Bass: I have a one million dollar check with your name on it, Joseph. All you have to do is answer one simple trivia question.

Joe Smarts: A million dollars? That’s like 12 dollars. I’m in.

The arena lights dim and a lone spotlight illuminates Joe Smarts. His early onset dementia clearly leaves him a little bit frazzled by the whole situation, but after a solid minute he has regained his composure.

Adam Bass: Alright Joseph, for one million dollars.. Who is the greatest Alpha Champion in WCF history?

Adam proudly smiles at the camera and deep into the hearts of the tens upon tens of hardcore WCF viewers.

Joe is clearly confused by the question. After a few seconds of “thought”, he gives his answer.

Joe Smarts: Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm……….. Jason O'Neal.

Freddy Whoa: OOOOOOOHHHH WHATCHA SAYYYYYY!!

The camera fades to black and gray as Adam is visibly disheartened by the answer given. With a disappointed facial expression resembling that of a suburban father who’s son has opted out of the yearly youth soccer league for the first time, Adam steps in closer to Smarts. Smarts still curious if he can afford a new muffler for his Pontiac Sunfire, waits eagerly.

Adam removes a single slice of white bread from the pocket he usually carries his one of a kind hand sewn neckerchiefs in. He places the bread up to his mouth, gently kissing it, knowing that slice will die for him this day. In one swift motion he slaps Joe across the face with the bread slice, causing smarts to let out an excruciating autistic screech.

The referee calls for the bell.

Kyle Steel: The winner of this match via disqualification, Joe Smarts.

Adam exits the ring and makes his way back up the ramp. Joe Smarts is celebrating in the ring, and then he asks the referee for his new title. The referee begins to attempt to explain what happened.

Kyle Steel:BUT STILL YOUR WCF ALPHA CHAMPION, ADAM BASS!!

Joe sees Adam being handed his title and is infuriated. Using a burst of the infamous retard strength, he hoists the referee up and delivers a devastating World’s Smartest Slam.

Vinnie Jones Segment

Ich Will blasts across the sound system as the member of ZT Vinnie Jones comes out to a rather large reception from the WCF Universe, the rookie walks down the entrance way towards the ring as he slides in. He spreads his arms as he is wearing a black t shirt that reads Vinnie Jones Army of the People. He grins as he looks around the arena to the fans before signalling them to calm down as he is about to speak.

Zach Davis: Will Vinnie do another wish granting tonight??

Freddy Whoa: Who cares!!!

Vinnie chuckles as the fans are chanting his name and applauds them before signalling to calm down one more time.

Vinnie: Thank you people, it’s a great honour to be in front of you all and talk to you about something that the PEOPLE have been talking about for quite some time since the semi-finals of the Trilogy Cup. And that is of course, who will be advancing to the finals to meet the champion… and who may the champion be???

The crowd is chanting "Trilogy Cup" and "Let’s Go Vinnie!!" A few fans are even doing a small Dion chant, but are quickly cut off by the larger sum of people of the arena.

Vinnie: Yes, Dion Necurat vs. Vinnie Jones. Now that is already half true as it is Dion facing Vinnie and Vinnie’s entire army of the People!!!

The crowd erupts as they are chanting the People over and over again as Vinnie is pointing towards his shirt.

Vinnie: And you can order this shirt for only $9.99 at VinnieJZT.com. And if you order using the action code Vinnie, you will get $4.99 off the price and get it just for $5.00!! But that’s for later. You see after celebrating my victory over David Sanchez and answering all of your questions, I did get the messages of Social Media talking that FPV would rather face Dion Necurat over me!! And you know why???

The crowd boos after hearing the statement from Vinnie Jones as they are doing a Vinnie chant that’s even louder than the last ones they did a few moments ago.

Vinnie: I hear ya, I hear ya. But the statement of FPV was that he would rather face his friend, because he is longer in this federation and deserves a shot at the championship belt!!! So I guess I’m here just for the show right???

Crowd: NOO!!!!!

Crowd: This Sucks!! This Sucks!!!

Vinnie: Now don’t be hasty with your judgment on this matter, as I am the man of the people!! I have send an invite over social media last Wednesday towards the WCF champion to get over here and explain to us what truly is going on and if indeed that why he will not face the man of the people!! Because in my book, if this is the case then Frank is just another example of how much of an excuse he is for being a world champion!!!

With that Vinnie is cut off by the sound of "True North" hitting the P.A, as FPV walks out to the ring, holding a microphone in his hands and shakes his head as he gets in the ring.

FPV: Vinnie, Vinnie, Vinnie. I didn't take you as the type to believe baseless internet rumors as fact. There's a reason I'm barely on twitter these days, and that's cause of stupid gossip like this. Now if I am getting this straight, you think I prefer facing Dion over you just because he's my buddy?? Oh yeah sure, Dion and I are friends. But I will face ANYONE that wins the Trilogy Cup finals and beat him for the championship belt, Dion or not. I just don’t think you have got what it takes to win it in the first place.

Vinnie turns his head for a few moments as Vinnie's fans boo FPV who puts the championship belt across his shoulder and pats it.

Vinnie: At least the cat’s out of the back people!! The champ thinks that I can’t beat Dion!! And who knows, who knows he may very well be better than me.. but tell me Frank, will he beat the combination of the representative of the People Vinnie Jones alongside the ever growing fans of Vinnie Jones Army of the People???

Some fans jump up as they are sporting the same shirt that Vinnie is wearing after they notice that the camera has zoomed in on them. Causing the crowd to chant for Vinnie even louder as FPV wants to say something, but is cut off by Vinnie.

Vinnie: Nah ah, not this time champ. You see, it’s quite obvious that you will say that Dion will still beat me. And for that I give you props that you stand up for your priorities and all, but I have my own believes. I would not beat Adrian Archer in the first round and I humiliated the crying bitch to a few weeks of retirement before he realized he has to pay off child alimony. Then it was David Sanchez, who in the minds of the many around here was better than me and I beat him. So if you want to be just like each and every one out there that thinks that I am just a one hit wonder?? The flavor of the month?? Then go ahead and be my guest, but don’t come running over to me and cry like a bitch when I am your number one contender and not Dion.

He turns his attention towards the champ as he awaits the answer of FPV

FPV: Look, what you do is catchy. I admit, I like your stuff. But you are new here, you haven’t done anything special besides getting lucky over Sanchez. I mean, at least when I beat him it was as decisive as a ladder match can get. Reverse Rana through a table plus damaging his knee and all. You? You just rolled him up. Whoopty doo. Besides, the last time you and Dion were in the ring I was there and The Brotherhood beat your ass didn’t we???

The crowd goes into an "Ohhhhhh" chant as Vinnie grins as he waves his finger in his face before turns his attention back on FPV as he taps him on his championship belt.

Vinnie: Perhaps you should be paying attention to what me and the people can do inside the squared circle when me and my brothers of ZT take on those guys who laid you to waste last week. And who knows, I may this very week take home my first piece of gold champ, a belt YOU held for almost a hundred days! Perhaps then you will understand the power of the PEOPLE!!!

Vinnie stares at FPV as he awaits his answer.

FPV: Vinnie, why don't you do as you say and focus your energy on something useful like getting your brothers in ZT a win and not bickering with me all night. I've got a match to prepare for, but trust me...I'm keeping my eye on you.

FPV breaks his gaze from Vinnie as he begins the walk back to the locker room.

Andre Aquarius vs Stalker

Zach Davis: Alrighty!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Did you just say alrighty?!

Zach Davis: Yes, I did!! Okay ladies and gentlemen!! Are next match could be considered an odd one!!

Freddy Whoa: Why?! You always do that!! You know people watch you!! You know that, right?!

Zach Davis: WHAT?!?!

Freddy Whoa: What exactly!! You're being watched Mr. Davis. And I don't mean just by these great fans here.

Zach starts becoming really nervous.

Zach Davis: Um... *gulp* um... who's watching me?!

Freddy Whoa: Don't know their names. But, there's a post match podcast that talks about us.

Zach Davis: There are people... talking about WCF?! THAT IS AWESOOOOME!!!

Zach leaps up from his seat, but in the process...

CLANG!!!-WHAM-ZAP!!

Papers go flying, as Zach trips over cables.

Freddy Whoa: I think we should go ringside.

Multiple cameras pan down to the entrance stage. The Nationwide Arena goes dim.

Zach Davis: OH SH(beep)T!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!

The arena's lights turn blue. Fog rolls onto the entrance stage and rolls down the ramp. Stalker slowly walks out. Ominous music plays. Wearing his long black leather trench coat and a black undertaker/grave-digging hat. Stalker walks to the end of the ramp.

Kyle Steel: From Salisbury, Maryland... Weighing in at two hundred and ninety eight pounds!! This is... Stalker!!!

He takes a left, walks several feet to the nearest steel steps. Stalker walks up the steps. Once up the steps, on the top step, Stalker raises his his arms the lights of The Nationwide Arena slowly lighten up.

Zach Davis: Quite eerie!!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Stalker flicks his coat before entering the ring.

Zach Davis: This match will be quite interesting. How will this Stalker deal with the new attitude of "Prince Light skin"?

Freddy Whoa: The real question that should be asked is will Andre Aquarius be ready for Stalker?

U Mad by Vic Mensa hits the arena as a video of a man's shadow back and forth with his arms to his sides goes along to the sound of blaring brass. As the beat drops, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, continuing to hype himself up to a chorus of boos. Blinking lights go along with the beat and Andre makes his way down the entrance ramp.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring... From Berkeley, California... This is Prince Light-Skin... Andreeee... Aquariuuuus!!!!

The Arena shakes with thunderous boos as Aquarius pounds his chest with a fist. He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, mouthing the words to the song before dropping down and leaning against the ropes. Stalker takes off his coat and hat.

[DING-DING!]

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Andre Aquarius connected with a vicious dropkick to the back of the legs of Stalker!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: ANOTHER DROPKICK TO THE LEGS!!

Stalker becomes wobbly as he leans against a corner.

Zach Davis: Stalker is already in trouble!! Andre Aquarius is about to charge Stalker...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

Freddy Whoa: CLOTHESLINE!!!

Stalker staggers from the corner.

Zach Davis: It looks as if Prince Light-Skin is stalking Stalker.

Freddy Whoa: No comment.

Aquarius creeps in...

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Enzuigiri!!

Stalker falls down the mat and rolls out of the ring. Stalker stumbles around the ring, Andre watches his opponent, who is now standing trying to catch his breath between the ring and commentary desk.

Freddy Whoa: I see Andre Aquarius climbing to the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: I see your point. We better move, before this gets REALLY ugly!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

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

Zach Davis: Andre Aquarius flew off the top turnbuckle with a crazy moonsault!!

Prince Light-Skin grabs Stalker, throwing him head first into a nearby barrier.

CLANG!!

Andre Aquarius: MOVE GOD DAMN IT!!

Zach Davis: I think we should move.

Freddy Whoa: I think so too!!

Aquarius removes the desk barrier then removes the cables from the monitors, then tossing the monitors. Andre Aquarius goes to Stalker, grabbing him dragging him to the commentary desk laying him there. Andre runs back to the ring, climbing up to the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: What does he have planned?!

WHOOSH-WHAM-KABLAMMIE!!

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

Zach Davis: I think Andre Aquarius just killed Stalker!!

Freddy Whoa: The fun part is dragging a half-dead...

Zach Davis: HALF DEAD?! STALKER'S DEAD!! TRY DRAGGING HIM INTO THE RING!!

Freddy Whoa: Exactly!!

Andre Aquarius rolls Stalker towards the ring. Lifting him up against the ring apron, then rolling Stalker under the bottom ring rope.

Zach Davis: Is Andre Aquarius serious. Stalker is out of it!!

Aquarius puts Stalker in a surfboard submission.

Freddy Whoa: #12YearsAWave!!!

Zach Davis: Stalker isn't even moving!!

Freddy Whoa: The referee is calling the match!!

Zach Davis: But, Andre Aquarius isn't letting go!!

Andre Aquarius let's go of the submission move. Several paramedics come into the ring to check on Stalker. Andre Aquarius begin to assault a few of the paramedics.

Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... Prince Light-Skin... Andre Aquarius!!!

Katherine Phoenix vs Adrian Archer

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Slam...Adrian Archer is already in the ring awaiting his..uh...date with destiny...Against Katherine Phoenix..

Freddy Whoa: And judging by his promo this week, he seems a little distracted by her feminine wiles..Could be his downf…

Katherine Phoenix: HEY!

Zach Davis: And lo and behold, there she is Kat Phoenix..Though she does not appear to be in her wrestling gear...And as usual, she has a microphone…

Katherine Phoenix: Adrian Archer….my goodness, who knew you could be such a gentleman...I mean...After all this...You still have trouble hitting a woman...Even a woman who has vowed to destroy your pathetic, useless career...Well, though everybody knows I could wipe the floor with your disgusting creepy ass..Since I call the shots around here, I have a better idea...FREDDY WOAH!

Freddy Whoa: Yes ma’am?

Katherine Phoenix: You like your job?

Freddy Whoa: Uh...its allright..

Katherine Phoenix: Well, tonight, I am giving you a promotion!

Freddy Whoa: YES! Finally! Hey Zach, enjoy being the new Hank Brown baby! Lead commentator Freddy Woah..I like th..

Katherine Phoenix: Uh...stop right there...Zach isin’t going anywhere...In fact, you are getting an even bigger promotion!

Zach Davis: ..Here comes Katherine down from the entrance ramp..Miss Phoenix..Please take your breasts off my notes..

Katherine Phoenix: Can it Twerp...Hey Freddy….Come closer...I want to tell you…

Freddy Whoa: Yes Miss Phoenix….

Katherine Phoenix: Closer..

Freddy Whoa: Woahh….

Katherine Phoenix: YOU ARE NOW PART OF THE ROSTER AND YOUR FIRST MATCH IS RIGHT NOW AGAINST ADRIAN ARCHER! RING THE DAMN BELL !!!!

Zach Davis: Well to quote my esteemed partner..WOAH! Freddy is freaking out and Miss Phoenix has just torn off his headset and is pushing him into the ring! This match is official...Its Archer vs Woah! This is insane! Freddy is not a competitor and Archer looks like he wants none of this circus..

Archer steps out of the ring and heads right towards Phoenix..She walks right up to him..They stare at each other..Katherine, mic still in hand..

Katherine Phoenix:Oh and did I mention..This match is No Disqualification!

With that she drops the mic, kicks Archer stiff in the balls, and drops him with a Ddt to the floor! She quickly rolls him into the ring and yells into the mic

Katherine Phoenix: COVER HIM FREDDY GODDAMNIT!

Freddy obliges...1-2-3

Zach Davis: I can't believe it! No matter how it came about, Freddy Woah goes down in the record books as the winner of this match!

The CAPTAIN vs David Sanchez

“CaramellDansen” blares over the speakers and out runs THE CAPTAIN to an ENORMOUS pop. Wearing his WCF Tag Team Title around his waist, he sprints his way to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: The crowd is ecstatic to see THE CAPTAIN here tonight, Zach after his resounding defeat of Steven Singh at Explosion!

Zach Davis: After some unsanctioned chicanery from Everest and Pantheon, THE CAPTAIN made himself the sole holder of the Tag Titles only to reveal his partner tonight as The Ripper himself….JOHN RABID!

THE CAPTAIN strike a superhero pose in the ring as the crowd chants his name. He hands the Tag Title over to the referee as the crowd’s applause is broken up by 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 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.

Freddy Whoa: David Sanchez is all business here tonight, folks. He’s been bounced from the Trilogy Cup and his Everest cohort Steven Singh lost the Tag Titles to the man he faces here tonight.

Suddenly “Supervillain Theme” blasts over the speaker.

Freddy Whoa: Oh now what in the hell? He’s not in this match.

Steven Singh steps out from the back to a chorus of boos from the crowd voicing their disapproval of the current stablemate of one competitor and former Tag partner of the other.

Zach Davis: He’s probably just coming down to make sure Rabid doesn’t ruin this match like he did the one at Explosion!

Freddy Whoa: What are you talking about? Singh is down here to help Everest steal a victory I’m sure.

Singh struts down the ramp in his wrestling gear and a t-shirt that reads “GET HUMBLE OR BE HUMBLED” over an Everest logo, heading right for the ring. He locks eyes with Sanchez for a moment and they exchange a nod and a smirk. The referee is scolding Singh about being at ringisde but Singh throws his hands up and makes his way over to the commentators’ table.

Zach Davis: What a treat!

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, what a treat.

Steven Singh: Gentlemen, contain your excitement please. I’m simply out here to provide some much needed insight and analysis to this David and Goliath match-up where David is actually Goliath.

Freddy Whoa: But David wins….

Steven Singh: Yes, David Sanchez wins, I agree.

Freddy Whoa: No I mean in the story, David wins, not Goliath. So why would you want him to be Goliath?

Steven Singh: Listen, I’ve never read Grimm’s Fairy Tales or whatever that’s from.

Freddy Whoa: It’s from The Bible. Nevermind.

Zach Davis: The referee calls for the bell and we’re underway! THE CAPTAIN stretches a hand toward Sanchez who...kicks it away and then follows that up with a front kick right under THE CAPTAIN’s jaw!

Steven Singh: A predictably pathetic start from my former partner.

Freddy Whoa: Cap stumbles back and Sanchez is all over him. Hard rights and lefts! A european uppercut! A muy Thai clinch with stiff knee strikes!

Steven Singh: What a man of the world! It’s a geography lesson AND a wrestling clinic all rolled into one!

Cap has been backed into the corner now and Sanchez is unrelenting with those knee strikes as the referee counts for a break. At five, Sanchez backs off but takes a cheap shot at Cap’s solar plexis as he does so..

Freddy Whoa: What a cheap shot!

Steven Singh: What an intelligent, ruthless competitor! And what kind of fucklet leaves himself open for that strike?!

Freddy Whoa: One expecting a clean break.

Steven Singh: One who doesn’t want to win.

The referee issues Sanchez a warning who smirks back at him before turning away and leaning over the top rope to face the booing crowd. The referee goes to check on Cap but he’s already back on his feet and comes flying in at Sanchez, nailing him with a cartwheel kick to the back of the head. Sanchez stumbles forward and is given in ear clap by the Cap.

Zach Davis: THE CAPTAIN getting his licks in.

Steven Singh: All moves I taught him.

Freddy Whoa: I’ve literally NEVER seen you do anything near a cartwheel kick.

Steven Singh: That’s because you barely watch the matches you no-talent ass-clown! Now do your job and call the action!

Freddy Whoa: Cap whips Sanchez off the ropes and then picks him up for an inverted atomic drop but no! Reversed by Sanchez into a guillotine choke!

Zach Davis: Sanchez doesn’t get it locked in though and Cap breaks it up by ramming the Mayor into the turnbuckle.

THE CAPTAIN follows up with another few shoulder thrusts to the stomach of his opponent before climbing the second turnbuckle and peppering Sanchez with right hands that crowd--and Freddy Whoa--counts for him.

Freddy Whoa: Four! Five! Six!

Steven Singh: SEEVEN! EEEET! NEEEEN! TINE!

Freddy Whoa: That’s racist.

Steven Singh: Nah. If I’d pretended he were counting puppies to feed his family, that’d be racist.

Cap hops off the second rope and waits for Sanchez to stumble out. As the Mayor comes towards Cap, he gets picked up for a scoop slam which he floats over, landing behind Cap. Sanchez then quickly connects with a roundhouse kick to the stomach doubling over Cap and follows up with a butterfly suplex. Sanchez pulls Cap back up, sends him off the ropes, then drops him back down with a tiltawhirl gutbuster into a pin.

Freddy Whoa: One….two…..

Steven Singh: THREE! That’s it and that’s all!

Freddy Whoa: No, it’s not. He very clearly kicked out.

Sanchez wastes no time though and slaps CAPTAIN into a straight jacket camel clutch.

Zach Davis: Castro Clutch!

Sanchez has him locked in but his legs are clearly already under the ropes as the referee calls for the break and gives another five count. Sanchez back to his feet, frustrated and looking to put THE CAPTAIN away,he heads to the top rope.

Steven Singh: Crown of Thorns time. Bury him, Sanch.

Before Sanchez can come off the top with his diving headbutt however, Cap stumbles to the ropes and shakes them, crotching Sanchez on the top turnbuckle. Cap acts quickly and climbs the ropes, standing on the middle turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: SUPERPLEX BY THE CAPTAIN! He floats over into a cover….ONE! TWO!

KICKOUT!

Zach Davis: Both men are down and nearly out! They’re putting everything they’ve got into this one!

Steven Singh: Craptain might be but David’s still in first gear; any higher than that and the poor little Hentai fan would be dead by now.

Both men get to their feet simultaneously but Sanchez is first to strike with a running Yakuza kick.

Steven Singh: Medusa’s Touch!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! NO! Ducked under by Cap! Who turns around and…..BOOM! What a big boot! He took Sanchez’ head off!

Steven Singh: No.

Freddy Whoa: A cover! ONE!

Steven Singh: No!

Freddy Whoa: TWO!

Steven Singh: NO!

Freddy Whoa: THR--

Steven Singh: NOOOOO!

Zach Davis: A kickout by Sanchez!

Steven Singh: See? Like I said, no way that keeps down my brother in arms.

Freddy Whoa: THE CAPTAIN can’t believe it! And it looks like he’s ready to end it as he heads over to the corner and begins ascending the turnbuckles...He’s looking for his patented Banzai splash and is up on the top turnbuckle and...appears to be pointing at you, Steven Singh!

In response, Singh pops up and throws aside his headset. In the meantime, Sanchez has gotten to his feet and collected his bearings. Seeing this THE CAPTAIN leaps off the top rope looking for a double axehandle but is met instead with--

Zach Davis: MEDUSA’S TOUCH! He just kicked a hole through THE CAPTAIN! A cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: This one’s over and David Sanchez has done what Steven Singh failed to do at Explosion: best THE CAPTAIN. But now what the hell is he doing?! Why is Singh sliding into the ring? And why does he have THE CAPTAIN’S tag title?!

Zach Davis: He’s just looking to congratulate his stablemate, Freddy!

Just as Davis makes the excuse, Singh pulls THE CAPTAIN to his feet, yelling in his face and holding the tag title an inch from his nose. Singh pulls Cap backwards, in position for an inverted DVD but then drapes the tag title across his ex-partner’s face and…..

Freddy Whoa: THIEF IN THE NIGHT! That rolling cutter with Cap’s face bouncing off that belt!

As Sanchez smirks in the corner, Singh continues verbally berating Cap and lays the tag title across the downed competitor’s chest. David rolls out of the ring to head up the ramp when suddenly the crowd lets out a roar.

Freddy Whoa: Rabid! Rabid is here for his new tag partner! And he’s got a cricket bat in hand!

Before Sanchez even turns around, Rabid drops him with the bat and slides into the ring, stalking Singh from behind. Thievin Steven turns around and Rabid swings for the fences but Singh ducks under and immediately rolls out of the ring where Sanchez is recovering on his way up the ramp. Singh points to the newly formed duo in the ring and gestures around his waist for the titles as the Everest members head back up the ramp.

Freddy Whoa: Well it certainly seems that all is not settled between Everest, THE CAPTAIN and one John Rabid!

Television Title on the Line
Erik Black/Crazy J/Vinnie Jones vs Andre Holmes/Dag Riddik/John Rabid

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

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

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.

A slow but assuring guitar riff broken up in a DJent pattern starts playing with the lights in the arena shutting off to illuminate gray colored images of Andre Holmes on the titantron. "Relentless" by New Years Day suddenly begins with lights flashing, and dancing around highlighting different sections of the arena. 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. Cheers are increasing like giant waves on the beach to him as he stands on the center stage surveying the crowd with a big smile on his face. Walking down the entrance path, he pauses until hearing the lyrics "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up...." Removing his belt from off his shoulder, he raises the championship in the air while releasing a thundering primal scream. A flash of white, and red colored fireworks emerges behind him in single-line fashion.

Afterwards, the lights return back to normal, and he walks down to the ring keeping the title in his right hand while mingling with some of his fans at ringside. Climbing up onto the apron, he quickly runs to leap onto the middle rope. Taking both straps of the title in each hand, he raises the belt high while a spotlight emerges behind him to cloak him in a silhouette with smoke pushing upwards for that shadow effect. Hopping over the top rope, he lands inside the ring to stay in an unoccupied corner where he removes his hoodie, and tosses it to the outside. There, Andre warms up while his championship hang on the top rope, and he tightens the strap on his MMA Gloves waiting for his opponent to come out.

The slow intro to Cemetery Gates by Pantera begins playing as the titantron first displays just a waving Norwegian Flag, then the image zooms out and shows it tattered, flying over a war torn battlefield, dead bodies strewn about. Then the heavy (and totally badass \m/ ) guitar riff starts, and the camera pans to the right until burning fires engulf the screen in smoke, and real fog machines cover up the stage. A short moment later it clears, and Dagvald is standing in the middle of the stage in full Viking chainmail, his Internet Championship on his right shoulder, his International Championship on his left, his sword in his right hand, and shield in his left.

Dagvald: Hail Odin, and to Valhalla, we rise!

On the titantron, the dead bodies come to life, soldiers of the gods reincarnated to fight again. They fall behind Dag as he marches to the ring. He climbs the steps and poses at the top of the ringpost, his sword pointed to the sky like Conan. He sheathes his sword and places his shield on his back then hops down to the mat. He soaks in the boos and ignores the ref’s demands he disarm himself, but after a moment he takes off his gear, setting it aside.

“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: These Television Title tag matches are always crazy. John Rabid has to be pinned to lose the belt, which really doesn't give him much reason to tag in - but most men worthy of Championship gold are too prideful to take the coward's way out.

In fact, John Rabid starts for the Pantheon team; Erik Black starts for his.

Freddy Whoa: The two men are tieing up and Black takes Rabid down... He wants a quick upset victory here to take that belt home to Zero Tolerance!

The two men trade quick wrestling holds with the exchange ending with Black having Rabid in a Headlock. Rabid works his way to his feet and shoves Black off. Black hits the ropes, bounces back and takes Rabid down with a Shoulder Block. Black goes for a quick Elbow Drop but Rabid rolls away. Both men are to their feet and Rabid runs into a Standing Dropkick. Rabid gets back up and charges at Black, but Black catches him with an Exploder Suplex! Black quickly goes for the pin.

One..

Two..

No!, kickout by Rabid.

Zach Davis: None of Pantheon even tried to break up the pin - they're confident they're better than Zero Tolerance. That cockyness could end up being their downfall.

Black lifts Rabid up but Rabid fires off a few stiff right hands, sending Black reeling now. Black goes for a kick but Rabid catches his foot and executes a Dragonscrew Legwhip. As Black holds his leg in pain Rabid kicks away at it, grabs it and pulls Black into his corner before tagging in Dag Riddik.

Freddy Whoa: And here comes the Internet Champion. This entire Pantheon team is made up of Champions!

Dag enters the ring and grabs Black's leg, dropping an elbow onto it. Black yells out in pain. Dag grabs his leg again but Black kicks him away. Dag angrily rushes him but Black takes him down to the mat with a Drop Toehold. He rolls away and tags in Crazy J!

Zach Davis: Here comes the former Hardcore Champ!

Crazy J enters and takes Dag down with a Clothesline. Dag gets back up and boom, another Clothesline. Dag gets up again and Crazy J takes him down with a Spear! Crazy J goes for the pin.

One..

Two..

Freddy Whoa: Another kickout from Pantheon.

Crazy J stomps Dag Riddik a few times before lifting him up and irish whipping him to the ropes. Dag Riddik reverses it and sends J into the ropes instead. As J comes back Dag lifts him up and executes a Blue Thunder Bomb into the pin!

One!

Two!

Zach Davis: No!, Crazy J still alive!

Dag rolls away and gets to his feet as Crazy J stumbles up. Dag runs at him but Crazy J throws a mean right hook, sending him reeling. Dag runs at him again and this time Crazy J catches him in a super impactful Spinebuster!

Freddy Whoa: Tag in to Vinnie Jones now!

Vinnie stops Dag from tagging anyone from Pantheon, pulling him back into the center of the ring. He stomps Dag a few times before lifting him to his feet and throwing him to the ropes, then catches him in a Bearhug.

Zach Davis: Zero Tolerance has isolated Dag, they're wearing him down...

After seveal excruciating moments, Dag is able to get his arms up and clap them against the head of Vinnie Jones, escaping the hold. Dag kicks him in the gut and then drops him with a Neckbreaker before tagging in Andre Holmes!

Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Relentless one himself!

Zach Davis: For some reason I don't think Holmes would like being called "the Relentless one." Just not feeling it, Freddy. Just not feeling it.

Vinnie has stumbled up and Holmes runs at him and Dropkicks him into a neutral corner. He follows up with a Clothesline, squashing Vinnie into it. Holmes finishes by grabbing his head, sitting himself on the turnbuckle and then executing a Tornado DDT! Holmes pins him.

One!

Two!

Freddy Whoa: No!, another nearfall.

Holmes lifts Vinnie up and pulls him in for a Liger Bomb but Vinnie flips over. He takes him down into the Kimura!

Zach Davis: KIMURA LOCK! KIMURA APPLIED!

This brings Dag and Rabid into the match, kicking Vinnie off, which of course brings in Black and J. Black and J run at Dag and Rabid and Clothesline them out of the ring and begin brawling on the outside.

Freddy Whoa: I'm surprised it took this long but all hell has broken loose!

Holmes has gotten to his feet and glares as Vinnie begins getting to his feet...

Zach Davis: THRUST KICK!

Holmes goes for the pin after the Thrust Kick outta nowhere.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: Pantheon steals it!

Zach Davis: The distraction from Dag and Rabid coming in after the Kimura Lock lead way to Holmes getting the pin there, but a win is a win, and - wait! Look outside!

Ethan King and Steven Singh have come out from the crowd, as out of nowhere as the Thrust Kick that just happened. Rabid had just thrown Black into the ring stairs, but Singh and King spin him around and both kick him in the stomach.

Zach Davis: What are these two doing out here!?

Freddy Whoa: ...Isn't it obvious?

Steven Singh pulls Rabid in for a Piledriver as Ethan King jumps onto the apron. He jumps off..

Zach Davis: SPIKED PILEDRIVER TO THE OUTSIDE! GOD DAMN!

Rabid's head hits the floor and Singh rolls away. He and King look down at their handiwork for a brief second before they see Holmes and Dag about to attack; Singh and King hop the guardrail and head up into the crowd before Pantheon could get to them.

Freddy Whoa: Zero Tolerance backpeddle up the ramp, watching the carnage, as Holmes and Dag check on Rabid on the outside... Our Television Champion isn't looking too good after that. He could be concussed, or worse!

We go to commercial.

Steven Singh vs Kevin Bishop

Zach Davis: And now ladies a gentlemen, a very anticipated match which is sure to be an instant classic, "The Plague" vs The "Superstar"!

Freddy Whoa: I am all set for this bout! The people's champion against the former one half of the tag team champions...

Zach Davis: Former is right...

Freddy Whoa: That's right after Singh lost to former partner and friend The Captain, he is no longer a tag team champion.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen! This match is set for one fall! Introducing first from "The Center of the Universe", New York, New York....standing at a 6'3" and weighing in at a 245 pounds...former tag team champion Superstar Steven Singh!!!

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. 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.

Zach Davis: What must be going through his head as he makes an entrance without the title?

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: This is a MUST WIN for the "Superstar". Losing those prestigious tag team titles was bad enough, but losing immediately after to the People's Champion would make his week that much worse.

Zach Davis: It certainly would Freddy.

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

Freddy Whoa: Here he is!!! This is gonna be a good one!!

Kyle Steel: Already making his way to the ring...also from New York, New York....standing at 6'3" and mirroring his opponent at a 245 pounds...your People's Champion, The Plague Kevin Bishop!!!!!

Bishop wears his black studded leather vest and his hair drips wet as he shakes his head to the music. Kevin applies his wrist tape as he makes his way down the ramp with the fans reaching out to him. Towards the end of the ramp Kevin runs to the ring and slides in. He stands in the middle of the ring for a second with a grin on his face as he takes in the roaring of the crowd. Finally he lifts his arms and a barrage of sparks rain down onto him and the ring. Singh immediately confronts Bishop. Both men stand tall with no hint of backing down.

Zach Davis: Kevin Bishop made it crystal clear that he has no respect for Singh. He went as far as to call him a theif!

Freddy Whoa: Well let's see if he could "steal" himself a victory tonight on Slam!

Zach Davis: rolling his eyes I should've seen that pun coming...

The ref calls for the bell while the two continue to stare eachother down. Neither one of them seem to budge. Singh smiles and raises his right arm in the air, back of his hand to the crowd, left hand behind his back to get his usual mixed reaction from the crowd. He repostures himself and gives Bishop a smug look. Bishop nods and slowly lifts his arm in the air, taking in the excitement of the crowd

Freddy Whoa: That must be the benefit of being the People's Champion!

Zach Davis: Well last week The Captain was cheered for more than his former partner during their altercation. I'm sure he's hoping it isn't a trend.

Singh hits Bishop with a hard right, which backs him into the rope

Zach Davis: This match is officially underway!!

Singh hits Bishop with a flurry of rights before Bishop blocks a shot and rains down a few of his own. They go at eachother until both land a hard right and they simultaneously hit the mat. They both scramble to their feet, but Bishop is a second faster and hits a hard clothesline

Freddy Whoa: Damn near took his head off!

Bishop stands Singh up and hits a Snap Brainbuster

Zach Davis: What a thud!!! Its like he cracked open his skull with that one!!

Bishop again picks Singh up and whips him to the ropes. Singh comes back and Bishop immediately grabs him for a overhead belly to back suplex. Bishop feeds of the crowd as he stomps the downed Singh and picks him off the ground for the third time

Freddy Whoa: What more can he possibly do to him?!!

Singh breaks free with repeated hard rights to the stomach. He sees an opening and hits an arm drag, which he quickly tries to turn into an arm bar

Zach Davis: Could this be the match?!!!

Freddy Whoa: He's gonna win or break his arm trying!!

Bishop breaks free and scrambles to his feet. He smashes the rising Singh with a hard right. Singh trades blows with him

Zach Davis: This has turned into a slugfest!!

As Bishop starts to get the best of the blows, Singh pokes Bishops eyes

Freddy Whoa: That's one way outta that situation!

Singh hits a Snap Suplex and quickly goes for the cover

1.......

2.......

no!!!!!!!

Singh curses at the ref as he gets to his feet. He stomps at the downed Bishop. The crowd starts chanting for Bishop, which only makes Singh more hostile. He helps Bishop to his feet only to hit him with a spinning fisherman suplex. He stands up and plays to the crowd, feeding off the mixed reactions. Singh drags Bishop to the corner to that his legs are facing the ring post. He exits the ring and grabs Bishop's legs

Freddy Whoa: I think he's going for the....

Singh locks in the Leg Grapevine and applies tremendous pressure. The referee tries to break the hold, but to no avail. He starts his count and Singh lets go at the very last possible second. Singh slowly lurks into the ring while Bishop tries to come back up to his feet. Singh waits for his moment and hits a double leg takedown, which he strategically stands up and turns into a spinning toe hold

Zach Davis: This has got to be it!! I don't see him getting out of this one with his legs in tact!

Singh applies as much pressure as possible but Bishop once again feeds off his fans. He reaches the ropes just in the nick of time. Singh is clearly pissed as he releases the hold and stomps Bishop's legs. Bishop tries to use the ropes to stand up, but Singh takes that leverage away with a few well timed strikes. He drags Bishop into the middle of the ring

Zach Davis: He's got an advantage with his opponents legs weakened. I'd be surprised if he doesn't try the 15 Minutes of Fame here!!

Singh attempts his signature submission only to be kicked in the face by Bishop, which sends him to the mat. They both scramble to their feet where Singh attempts a clothesline. Bishop ducks it and it sets him up for the Iron Maiden. He reverse suplexes Singh on the top rope and bounces him overhead for the Dragon Sleeper.

Freddy Whoa: Iron Maiden!!!!!!

Zach Davis: Seemingly out of nowhere!!

Bishop continues the hold. Singh, out of desparation, uses his feet to catapult off the rope and land on top of Bishop. The hold is broken and once again both men scramble to their feet

Zach Davis: What a back and forth we are seeing here tonight!!!

Singh clinches Bishop

Freddy Whoa: There's not too many fighters better than this man in the clinch!!

Singh his him with repeated knees strikes. Bishop absorbs a few, but it starts to take its toll. As Singh looks for a judo trip, Bishop uses his powerhouse strength to break the hold. He hits a butterfly suplex seemingly out of nowhere

Zach Davis: This is it!!!!

NO!, Steven Singh twists his body and is able to grapple Bishop from behind.

Freddy Whoa: THIEF IN THE NIGHT!

Singh drops into the pin.

1.....

2.....

3!!!!!!

The bell rings and an exhausted Singh gets to his feet.

Kevin Steele: Your winner....The Superstar, Steven Singh!

Freddy Whoa: What a match!!!!

Zach Davis: I wouldn't be surprised if I see these two competing for the WCF World Title one day, sooner rather than later.

Nikki Venus Segment

We're inside Nikki Venus's dressing room; there's a sea of discarded coffee cups that are littered across the small, confined space. Newspaper clippings are pinned, dotted across a large landscape cork-board mounted on the wall behind her that recount the disappearance of Corey Black at Explosion: his plunge into the flames from the forty foot scaffolding, Scarecrow seemingly alive. Yet Corey's body has still not been found. The headlines are clear as Venus paces, her agitated body shaking with rage as she conducts a heated conversation on a smartphone.

Nikki Venus: What do you mean, “You can't put me though to Dethfort?”. Look, I've received delicate information that a very real threat exists there now. We need to evacuate the townspeo--

Nikki's sexy form is draped in a slender black PVC catsuit that extenuates her lithe, catlike figure, yet there's a set of dark rings under the eyes of the stunning valet. This ordeal has obviously been hell for her.

Nikki Venus: What? Say again? “The castle has NEW RESIDENTS?” Who? What the fuck is going on?

Nikki motions away from the cork-board as a long, full length mirror comes into shot. Nikki paces in front of the mirror....

Back and forth....

Back and forth....

SCARECROW!

Is reflected back now in the mirror, a huge towering form of evil. The audience GASPS!

Zach Davis: Oh my God, NO!

Back and forth....

Back and forth....

Crow is GONE.

Nikki feels a sudden chill as she turns. Sees nothing. A tear rolling down her cheek.

SMASH!

The mirror shatters suddenly! Nikki stumbles away from the scene. Turning back to face the broken glass and the hint of a looming shadow upon the wall.

Nikki Venus: Crow?

Jason O'Neal/Jared Holmes vs Ethan King/FPV

(DING DING DING)

Zach Davis: Main event time!

Freddy Whoa: This should be a fairly interesting matchup. On one side, we've got the new World Champ and the former champ colliding once again in the ring, but we've also representatives from two of the most controversial factions in the business today. Should be a good one!

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!

Zach Davis: Everest didn't have the best start on pay-per-view Freddy, and that's saying it lightly.

Freddy Whoa: Homies lost all of their matches. Including this one, who didn't even participate in his Internet Title match. For shame!

Zach Davis: Nevertheless, we'll see if Ethan can get the ball rolling for his group here tonight.

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.

At the entrance ramp, fans eagerly await the man slated to appear. "True North" hits the P.A for the third time tonight, and FPV comes out ready for a fight...UNTIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, JARED HOLMES APPEARS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE BEHIND HIM! The fans gasp in shock but it's too late, as Jared brutally attacks Frank over the back of his head as the boos start to commence.

Zach Davis: Oh COME THE FUCK ON NOW.

Freddy Whoa: Really though. There's just no excuse for this. Fuck Jared.

Ethan sees what's happening at ringside and rushes over to the entrance ramp as Jared continues beating Frank down. Ethan tries to get involved until Jared stops him. Holmes then halts his attack, and makes room for Ethan, giving him the command to continue the assault. Ethan only stares back.

Zach Davis: Does...does Jared think he can control Ethan?

Apparently he can, as Ethan begins kicking the shit out of the downed FPV, as the boos continue to crescendo.

Crowd: FUCK THIS SHIT!! FUCK THIS SHIT!! FUCK THIS SHIT!!

Finally, Ethan picks Frank up, lines him up and BAM! Hits the Revelation on him, sending him back down to the ground.

Freddy Whoa: This is just fucking wack, yo.

Before long, Jason O'Neal emerges from the curtains looking to get in the frey. Still thinking he can order Ethan around, Jared tells The Eminent to attack Jason as well. Only this time, Ethan gives Jared a look, then follows it up with a shove. Before long, THOSE two are brawling it out on the entranceway, both of them failing to realize that O'Neal is still there and has actually climbed onto the guardrail.

Zach Davis: O'Neal has something up his sleeve, Freddy!

Jason waits for the exact moment both Ethan and Jared notice him, and then leaps off the guardrail and catches both off them with a single crossbody!! All four men are down!

Freddy Whoa: So much for our main event tonight.

FPV is the first one to make it back to his feet, followed by Jared. Frank, now SUFFICIENTLY PISSED OFF, mouths off to Jared whilst brandishing the belt like a weapon, and before long the two are back to brawling, laying in MASSIVE rights and lefts at each other. Ethan tries to get back in on the action, but gets SPEARED BY JOHNNY FUCKIN RABID OUT OF NOWHERE.

Freddy Whoa: WHAT THE FUCK?! Rabid has no business being out here!

Rabid then gets Ethan down and starts to lay in with the elbows, but out of the curtain comes STEVEN SINGH to break it up, clubbing the back of Rabid's head with a forearm shot. Singh and Rabid stare each other down until Ethan gets back up and lays a massive shot to Rabid, but The CAPTAIN soon joins the fray to even out the odds. These four men begin to brawl while FPV and Jared are preoccupied with each other near the bottom of the entrance way. Meanwhile, O'Neal tries to escape the carnage but is stopped by the emerging David Sanchez, and is forced to fight him off at the curtain!

Freddy Whoa: THIS IS PANDEMONIUM HERE ON SUNDAY NIGHT SLAM LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. ABSOLUTE. PANDEMONIUM.

Zach Davis: AND YOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS? WE'RE OUT OF TIME, FANS.

Freddy Whoa: ARE YOU FUCKING SERI-

The copyright info appears at the bottom of the screen, and Slam fades to black in thee middle of Freddy's sentence, as everyone battles it out on the entranceway.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Damien Young/Alexander LaVey vs The Very Big Alliance

The CAPTAIN's Announcement

Adam Young/Austin Adams vs Amber Lynn/Bishop

Doc Henry vs Trey Carter vs Captain Rump

Alpha Title Contendership Match: Adam Burnett vs Jaymz vs Jaice Wilds vs Udy

Alpha Title Match: Joe Smarts vs Adam Bass

Vinnie Jones Segment

Andre Aquarius vs Stalker

Katherine Phoenix vs Adrian Archer

The CAPTAIN vs David Sanchez

Television Title on the Line: Erik Black/Crazy J/Vinnie Jones vs Andre Holmes/Dag Riddik/John Rabid

Kevin Bishop vs Steven Singh

Nikki Venus Segment

Jason O'Neal/Jared Holmes vs Ethan King/FPV

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Jaymz
Match:
Steven Singh vs Kevin Bishop
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
FPV
Television:
John Rabid
Hardcore:
Andre Holmes
People's:
Jared Holmes
Internet:
Dag Riddik
Alpha:
Adam Bass
Tag Team:
The CAPTAIN/???
Trios:
The Big Time Jerks