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


Slam Intro

The arena lights fade down to nothing more than blue strobe lights filtering threw low smoke as "Come, Little Children" starts playing and a figure in a full length white fur coat, black top hat, white umbrella, black suit and white long beak bird mask steps into the arena. The figure stands there spinning his open umbrella.

Eerie Child's Voice: Just so you know it's your turn to die.

The arena lights flicker and fade back up with no one standing where the figure was before.

Zach Davis: Wait, the lights are out again. We're beginning the show for real, the lights are back on...

Crazy J is holding a microphone and he stands in the center of the ring. The fans are waiting to see what he is about to say.

Crazy J: Ladies, Gentleman, sluts and douchebags my name is Crazy J and I wanted to take a minute to say that we Zero Tolerance are proud to announce that the following video is coming straight from Gay Camp.

Jaymz hits J in the arm and shakes his head.

Crazy J: What? Gay camp sounds much nicer then prison don’t you think? Ladies and gentleman The tag team of Freekshow was killed off way to early… But my Brother Salem Shepard has had a lot of stress lately. But you know, so have I… I mean Seth Moved into my home and brings back my Ex girlfriend …and now I am dealing with that shit all the time. That’s soo stressful.

Jaymz hits J arm once more and tells him to just introduce the video.

Crazy J: Ladies and gentleman, I already watched the video you will love it… So LIVE from Houston!!!! …….Salem Shepard!!!!!

Freddy Whoa: Did he say “live?” I thought he watched it already he said?

Zach Davis: Im just not sure we need to be promoting this guy from jail!

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but I always kinda liked him. He was fun!

The lights in the arena dimmed down and the videoboard lit up to Salem in his pillowcase, this one with a big smiley face drawn on.

Salem Shepard: Hello everyone!!!!!!! It’s just fucking fantastic to see you all again!!!! I know you all missed me, and I know a lot of you have been worried about my anus – but I assure you it is just fine!!!

Zach Davis: See, ….we don’t need this guy on here. Can we turn this off?

Salem Shepard: But that is NOT why Im here tonight…..or well, recording this…..I have a better reason for this!! You know, I’ve had a lot of time to think…and I know my sister was a whore, so I can’t go around totally blaming my ZT brothers for my sister’s mistakes.

The crowd booed and Crazy J ran over to the ropes trying to shoosh them – but ended up flipping them off.

Salem Shepard: ….Everyone makes mistakes….and I’ve made a lot of them. So I made them a deal!!!!! I told them if they could do me one thing……just ooooooone little thing…..I would be willing to give them a second chance. And guess what? They got it done!!! OH SHIT IM EXCITED!!!!!!! I knew that they were my friends!!! I knew I could count on them!!! Do you know what they got me!?

Zach Davis: I wish he would just tell us and get this over with….

Salem Shepard: I don’t think you guys are going to believe this. I got….ME …Salem fuckin Shepard ….Getting an eight-hour trip out of jail….to face off against that loser ….Jared Holmes ….At slam….THIS COMING WEEK!!!!!!!!

The crowd erupted in cheers and confusion as Salem jumped around in his cell on the video

Freddy Whoa: WHAT!? NO WAY!!!! That’s not possible!!!

Zack Davis: No, I don’t believe it!!!

Salem Shepard: Yes!! Its FINALLY going to happen!!! I challenged that bastard to a fight many, many months ago and Seth never booked it!! How does this happen, you ask? Well, I knew that Erik could pull some strings and with Seths help – who agreed to the match – they came up with a way to get me out for eight hours just to beat the shit out of Jared Holmes!!!! You see, my ZT brothers made it up to me…..They gave me what I wanted….Hows that for a nice surprise? And it isnt going to be the only surprise tonight….Life is about to be hell for Pantheon….. So, Jared, I’m coming….and, just…. WAIT UNTIL I GET OUT OF THIS FUCKIN CAGE!!!!!

Salem smashed the small camera in the room to the floor and the feed went to static as Jaymz and Crazy J made their way to the back as the crowd was in shock!

Battle Royal
Captain Rump vs Jay West vs Alexander LaVey vs Raymond Roars vs Taylor Wright vs Adam Bass

As we come back from commercial, all entrants are already in the ring.

Zach Davis: Well, let's get started-

Freddy Whoa: Wait! What is that theme.. is that...

BIOHAZARD RUNS TO THE RING!

Zach Davis: Oh shit!

Biohazard enters the ring and the bell sounds. He puts his head up and spits ooze everywhere, literally all around the ring. All of the other competitors have no choice but to run for cover and evacuate, leaving Biohazard the only wrestler in the ring. Despite his burns from all of the ooze that landed on him the referee is able to call for the bell. Medics immediately check on him and promptly shoot him in the head to put him out of his misery.

Kyle Steel: Your winner... BIOHAZARD!!!!

Biohazard pulls a microphone out of thin air.

Biohazard: I just beat everyone in WCF all at once and I am inviting two people to join me for king of trios cup tournament classic. my partner tyler walker is currently walking for the cure for cancer for wcf and so he isnt here right now so that is why i need new partners. so i are inviting most anyone from wcf to partner with me for the turnament besides those jobbers i just beat up because fuck them biohazard out

Biohazard is indeed out as he leaves the arena via instant transmission.

Zach Davis: Wait, look at that! Taylor Wright made sure his feet only landed on top of other wrestlers, they never technically touched the floor!

Wright rolls back into the ring, careful not to step into ooze. He stands up. Another ref runs into the ring since the old one is dead and calls for the bell.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I guess Taylor Wright wins!

Taylor Wright's music hits and he begins to celebrate. But it is cut off as Tyler Walker's music plays and he runs to the ring. He grabs a mic.

Tyler Walker: HEY YO WCF UNIVERSE! TYLER WALKER HERE AND I'M JOINING THE TOURNAMENT!

Zach Davis: But I thought Biohazard said he was.. oh.. whatever, nevermind, I don't know.

Tyler Walker: I'M GONNA GO TO MEXICO AND WHEN I'M THERE I'LL BE THE BEST THREESOME MAN TO EVER BE IN A THREESOME. TRES-SOME THEY CALL IT IN MEXICO. SO WHOEVER WANTS TO JOIN ME-

Wright tosses him over the top.

Freddy Whoa: Did the match restart again, or... ?

Zach Davis: I don't know.

Wright's music begins to play but again is cut off. This time Biohazard runs out again and gets back into the ring.

Biohazard: I already won this match who is this Taylor Wright garbageman

Taylor Wright yells for Biohazard to bring it. Biohazard goes to spit up ooze but Wright chops him right in the throat, causing Biohazard to accidentally swallow. Wright then hits the Wright Stuff!, a flying knee strike to his head. Wright pins Biohazard.

One..

Two..

Three!

Zach Davis: But.. this was a battle royal! Wasn't it? Or did a new match start? Or..

Freddy Whoa: Why are we even trying to explain this again?

Zach Davis: Either way, Taylor Wright has won a match or two here tonight. I don't know what the hell is going on.

Tyler Walker has a mic outside the ring.

Tyler Walker: LOOK BUDDY AFTER WHAT HAPPENED ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT THIS ISN'T FAIR!

Taylor Wright looks at Tyler Walker with confusion.

Tyler Walker: THE FANS HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT THE VARIOUS EVENTS OF WEDNESDAY NIGHT ALL WEEK AND TO BE HONEST I WANT TO ADDRESS THE CONTROVERSY RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. THAT IS WHY THIS MATCH IS RESTARTING AND-

We go to commercial before the match can actually restart again.

Erik Black Segment

Death trend Setta hits the PA stem to a chorus of boos. Out steps Erik Black wearing a charcoal grey suit and a smile.

Freddy Whoa: Erik Black? What the hell does he want?

Erik makes his way down to the ring wear he grabs a mic.

Erik Black: Y'know...ever since Pantheon came back, Zero Tolerance has done nothing but play second fiddle. They knocked us down a peg, I'm afraid.

The crowd cheers loudly.

Erik Black: But the end of all that starts tonight. And it starts with Andre Holmes. He's run his mouth for far too long. Later tonight...he will be relegated to picking his teeth up off the floor. Our rise..begins there. But that isn't the reason Im out here. No. I have a title shot of my choosing in my back pocket. And I've been contemplating when to use it..and on which title. Hardcore? Trios? Tag? Tv? IT? Peoples? Most of those aren't my style. I'll take Andre out via submission without the use of weapons. So....John Rabid. I want you to understand something. I could have attacked you back stage or during a match. But Im a man of honor and respect. I handle things in this ring. Your TV title is not yours for long. Im cashing this shot in. Prepare yourself. Next week at Slam, Im bringing that belt home.

Freddy Whoa: Oh my God! Erik Black versus John Rabid next week at Slam!

Zach Davis: That is IF John Rabid retains tonight!

Death Trend Setta hits on the PA and Erik leaves the ring.

Damien Young/Hazel vs Jordan Rayburn/Marco Daniels III

Zach Davis: Damien Young debuted last week in a tag match where he was unsuccesful after his partner got pinned. Let's hope he has more luck this week as he teams with Hazel to take on Jordan Rayburn and Marco Daniels III., who are all debuting.

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!

Crowd: SAY MY NAME! IF NO ONE IS AROUND YOU, SAY BABY I LOVE YOU!

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

"Numb" by Linkin Park ft. Jay-Z blares in the arena. A cute brunette flaunting a leather jacket steers on-stage riding a Honda Rebel 250, pausing for a moment to hype the crowd with several engine revs that nearly drown out the sound of her own theme music. She kicks it back into gear, speeding down the rampway, coming full circle around the ring before parking it at the foot of the ramp. Hazel collects her keys from the engine, placing them in her jacket pocket, prior to ascending up the steel steps and entering the ring under the middle rope; from inside she approaches the nearest turnbuckle to showboat for the crowd.

The opening riffs of Kurt by Dadaroma begins to play as Jordan comes out from the back.He pauses at the middle of the ramp way and stage and bangs his head to the beat softly wording the lyrics of the song.He looks at the crowd before he starts walking down the ramp way.

He slaps the hands of his fans as he makes his way down the ring.
He walks around the ring and takes in the energy from the WCF faithful before slapping the steps and hoping over the ropes landing on the bottom turnbuckle.He climbs it and points up to the sky as he closes his eyes wording the lyrics again.

Rather be dead than cool.

ah.

He gets down from the top turnbuckle and heads to the other four.He gets down from the last and pretends to play a guitar as he mouths the words of the song one more time with much emotion.

フェンダージャガーをかき鳴らして

此処でもっと もっと もっと ねぇ

星が死んだ夜に歌を歌おう

どうせだったら心も犯してくれ

He gets down on his knees before singing out the final words of the song with all of his heart.

犯してくれよ!

He gets up and walks over to his corner as he waits for the match to start.

Take On Me blares and MD3 dances like an idiot down to the ring, in time with the music.

Freddy Whoa: What is with this guy?

Marco Daniels III starts the match for his team, as does Hazel. The two tie up and Hazel immediately gains the upper hand. She kicks him in the gut and is able to bust out a Fisherman's Suplex right away, right into the bridge pin.

One..

Two..

No!, Daniels is able to kick out. He stumbles to his feet and begs off, before trying to tell Hazel how to properly execute the move and referencing some Meltzer rated Mr. Perfect matches. She gets annoyed and goes to punch him but that is what he was counting on, he sidesteps her and rolls her up from behind.

One..

Two..

No!, she kicks out. They both get to their feet and she runs at him - he blocks her with a Headbutt. He yells out to the audience to try and get them to chant for Shibata, but most of the WCF audience isn't sure who that is. Once he realizes the fans he's wrestling for don't appreciate NJPW he tags out.

Zach Davis: This guy sure does have some attitude...

Jordan Rayburn enters the ring as Hazel tags in Damien Young. The two meet in the center and tie up, vying for control. Damien Young gains the upper hand and pushes Rayburn into the ropes, he then whips him across the ring and executes an Arm Drag. Rayburn gets back up and Young fires off a Dropkick before going for a quick pin.

One..

Two..

No!, kickout from Rayburn. Young lifts him up and takes him down with a quick Scoop Slam before backing up...

Freddy Whoa: Here it comes.. Shining Wizard!

Damien Young goes for another pin.

One..

Two..

No!, another kickout. Young goes to pick him up but Rayburn fires off a series of kicks. Young throws a wild Clothesline but Rayburn ducks it and hits a German Suplex! He then tags Marco Daniels III back into the match.

Zach Davis: Mister "smark" versus the puroresu enthusiast... This will be interesting.

Marco Daniels III enters the ring and ties up with Young, but Young breaks it up with a stiff forearm to Marco's face. He then pulls him in and hits a Northern Lights Suplex! Instead of bridging for the pin, he releases it, and then sits himself up on the top turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Here he goes - Sweet Dreams!

Young hits the move! He pins Marco, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, broken up by Rayburn. The ref yells at Rayburn to get out of the ring, but as he's distracted Marco is able to low blow Young. Marco Daniels III then grabs him by the throat.

Zach Davis: Here it comes - MARK DRIVER!

Freddy Whoa: I don't get it - his name isn't Mark! It's Marco! Shouldn't it be the Marco Driver!?

Zach Davis: ...

Marco Daniels III pins Damien Young.

One..

Two!...

No!, Young is able to kick out. Marco stomps around angrily before lifting him up and throwing him to the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: The Over Cyclone!

No!, Young is able to leapfrog over him. On his way back Young turns Marco inside out with a Lariat!

Zach Davis: This could be it! Young gets in position..

Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE TAP! BUZZSAW KICK!

Hazel tags herself in. Young glares at her as she measures Marco Daniels III!....

Zach Davis: HAZEL CUTTER!

NO!, Marco is able to push her away, pushing her into Young and knocking him off the apron. Hazel turns and walks right into The Over Cyclone from Marco Daniels III. He quickly tags in Rayburn, who enters and runs to the ropes.... and hits the See You Space Cowboy!

Freddy Whoa: Right into the pin! One!, two!...

Zach Davis: Three! Jordan Rayburn and Marco Daniels III pick up the win!

The bell sounds as Hazel rolls out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Another week of bad luck for Damien Young - he had a great performance but Hazel tagged herself in and that spelled doom for the team apparently.

Hazel and Young argue on the outside, Young is especially angry, as Rayburn and Daniels III celebrate separately on the inside.

Stalker Segment

Stalker is sitting on an equipment box with a soda in hand.

Suddenly the light flickers....

Stalker: What the hell!

Blue smoke fills the area and Fenris walks in...

Fenris stands there as Stalker stands up and comes face to face with him...

Suddenly, Udy is standing behind Stalker...Fenris tilts his head..

Stalker turns around...

Udy: Its either us...or death.....

Stalker looks at him and smirks and turns towards Fenris....

Fenris drops him with a chokeslam.....

Udy kneels down and howls....

Andre Aquarius/Bishop/Pries/Udy vs The Very Big Alliance/Trey Carter/Stalker

Freddy Whoa: Time for a classic WCF eight man team up, Zach!

Zach Davis: Of course! The teams are always pretty random but that could serve as a great preview for the Trios tournament where the teams will be divided evenly and all will be given a chance to truly shine!

Freddy Whoa: That’s not happening.

Zach Davis: What? Why not? We have random team ups like every week on this show…

Freddy Whoa: Zach, it’s a dumb idea and you’re dumb for thinking it. That might sound harsh, but that’s the truth. No one wants random teams in trios.

Zach Davis: I bet some people do!

Freddy Whoa: Jobbers like you and retired guys are probably the only ones advocating for it.

Zach Davis: Don’t call me a jobber because of that chicanery that you pulled off last week.

Freddy Whoa: Freddy is One and Whoa baby.

Everyone watching at home thanks their personal deities as the idiotic banter is interrupted by the sounds of “U Mad” by Vic Mensa and a video of a man's shadow bouncing 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, pounding a fist against his chest. He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turn buckle, mouthing the words to the song before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as he waits for his opponents.

Zach Davis: Prince Lightskin is a bit lower on the card than he’d probably like to be this week.

Freddy Whoa: Another W this week and I’m sure his stock will rise with the BeachKrew tide.

The music cuts and the sound of drum banging echoes through the arena as Bishop and Priest step out from behind the curtain and make their way to the ring, illuminated the whole time by a spotlight.

Zach Davis: Former Tag Champs Bishop and Priest join their partner in the ring and now await the final member of their team…

Lights darken. Blue fire/pyro explode as Type-O negative's Wolf Moon plays. Blue smoke fills the arena when a spotlight focuses on a figure on one knee. Fenris stands behind him arms outstretched. 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.

Freddy Whoa: The DemonWolf is here!

Andre Aquarius is shooting his partners some very untrusting side eye when suddenly “Rock Out” by Motorhead plays over the PA and The Very Big Alliance walks to the ramp and lets out a roar followed by some pyro. The duo slowly walk to the ring before climbing in across from their opponents.

Zach Davis: This is what the people paid to see, Freddy! This isn’t just an Alliance. Nor is it just a Big Alliance...This….This is a VERY BIG ALLIANCE! And they’re going to do Very Big things here in the WCF!

Freddy Whoa: Well they’ve already got a pay per view match lined up against Bishop and Priest at Explosion, Zach.

Zach Davis: Very Biggest match on the card!

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.

Freddy Whoa: And now Trey Carter, another young up and comer with a lot of potential!

The organ hits and Undertaker’s theme music fills the arena as the crowd pops for Stalker.

Zach Davis: Wait...where is he? I don’t see him at all...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! He just came out from under the ring! Stalkers be stalkin’! And he is all over Andre Aquarius!

Zach Davis: He is absolutely laying into Prince Lightskin with rights and lefts! Big time body slam on the outside!

Stalker gets Aquarius back up then irish whips him into the steel stairs before AA’s teammates for an evening, Bishop and Priest, get out of the ring and Stalker stalks back to his corner. The eight competitors split into their two separate corners as Udy gets into the ring to start things off against Trey Carter.

Freddy Whoa: This one’s underway and the Diabolic Lobo wastes no time getting after Trey Carter!

Udy comes firing out with a flurry of rapid fire kicks. He catches Trey Carter in the gut with a roundhouse, doubling him over and then nails him in the mouth with the follow up, standing him up straight. Another swift kick to the knee and Trey is down to one knee where Udy drills him with a running knee and Carter goes down hard.

Freddy Whoa: A cover! One...two….Kickout from Trey!

Udy picks Trey back up for and gets him in a rear waistlock for a german suplex but Trey throws a couple back elbows followed by a low blow to force the break. With Udy doubled over Trey quickly drops him with a DDT. He drags Udy back to his feet only to drill him back to the mat with a reverse DDT. Udy crawls toward his corner for a tag but Carter grabs him by the leg and slaps on a high angle boston crab.

Freddy Whoa: Could he tap!

Zach Davis: NO! Aquarius with a stepping sidekick to the back of Carter’s head breaks the hold. And what the hell? Aquarius drags Udy to the corner and tags himself in.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like the referee is going to...allow it? I guess?

As the referee signals the tag, Carter dives and makes a tag to William The Behemoth.

Freddy Whoa: Five foot nine inches and 170 pounds versus 6 foot eleven and 567 pounds! This isn’t right, Zach!

Zach Davis: This….is VERY BIG!

Aquarius smirks at the big man and flings himself off the ropes. William takes a big swing with a clothesline but AA ducks under and continues off the ropes. He comes back again and William goes for a big boot which AA rolls under this time and bounces off the opposite ropes before coming flying in with a cross body block.

Zach Davis: NOPE! Caught by The Behemoth!

The big man hoists AA up into the air with a military press and throws Aquarius back into his own corner!

Freddy Whoa: William is pointing at Bishop! He wants a piece of the big man before Explosion!

Aquarius is happy to oblige with the tag and Bishop steps over the top rope and the two giants stand face to face, eye to eye. Suddenly they start unloading on each other with fierce right hands and the crowd goes crazy! The two huge men are trading haymaker after haymaker.

Zach Davis: And it looks like their partners are reading for their match at Explosion too! Here comes Priest and The Tank!

The four yuuuuuuge men brawl in the ring and the referee is seemingly unable to get control of the situation. As The Very Big Alliance begins to take control of the situation, Andre Aquarius gets back into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: #Pepekick to William! What a shot! The Very Big man goes down! But Stalker is in and flying at Andre! #Pepekick to Stalker who rolls back out of the ring!

Zach Davis: Meanwhile The Tank has dropped Priest with a nasty running clothesline! Just as Aquarius turns his attention to The Tank, Carter grabs him from behind…#Pepekick to Trey Carter!

Freddy Whoa: I think it’s officially a #Pepekick party!

With The Behemoth down, The Demon Wolf decides to join the fracas and nails Fall of Angel on him fro the top rope! Feeling himself, AA doubles over Ainsley with a boot to the gut and goes for the #DankInfusion version of a fame-asser but Ainsley stands up at the right moment, launching him into the air and then powerbombing him down to the mat before AA rolls out of the ring. The DemonWolf then comes spearing The Tank through the ropes and we’re left with only the two legal men, William The Behemoth and Bishop back in the ring. Bishop makes a tag to Udy The Demonwolf as The Behemoth gets to his corner and reaches out to Stalker for the tag.

Freddy Whoa: What the hell?! Stalker just popped off the apron as The Behemoth needed a tag!

A smile comes over Udy’s face and just as The Behemoth reaches to tag his partner The Tank, Stalker pulls The Tank off the apron.

Zach Davis: What is going on here!?

Freddy Whoa: I’m not sure but it sure looks like Stalker isn’t part of this “team” any more. And he’s purposefully not getting into the ring against Udy!

On the outside, Stalker drills The Tank with a Big Boot just as Carter hops down off the apron to get in his “teammate”’s face. In the ring, Udy begins peppering the big man with chops, slaps, and kicks.

Freddy Whoa: He’s doing everything he can to chop this big man down to size!

Suddenly, the bell rings.

Zach Davis: Looks like the referee has thrown this out due to the teams breaking down! It was kinda a clusterfuck from the beginning, to be fair.

Stalker and Udy start brawling with the Very Big Alliance on the outside as Andre Aquarius bounces out of the whole situation. Bishop and Priest join the brawl with Stalker, Udy, and the Very Big Alliance as we go to commercial.

Zero Tolerance Segment

The camera cuts to the feed coming from a WWE style vague source backstage. Is there a camera guy? Is this a movie-style scene? Who knows?

Jaymz and Crazy J are talking over their match against Adam Burnett and Vic Vegas later tonight.

Jaymz: Alright J, we got this shit in the bag. No point in wasting more time on those bottom-tier fucks. I’m going to catering for some damn food, all this thinking has me starving.

Crazy J and Jaymz slap each other on the back and J heads to the locker room as Jaymz walks to catering. He sets himself up with a nice plate of snacks and is pouring a glass of soda when he gets clubbed from behind with a massive blunt object. He stumbles and trips over the table, falling on top of it. The figure who attacked him comes into view, and it’s none other than Dagvald Riddik. Dag steps to the table and punches Jaymz before he can sit up, then steps back and lifts up a huge locked crate, turns and dumps it on top of Jaymz, sending him crashing through the table as he is crushed by it. Dag climbs on top of the crate, unsheathes his sword, and impales it barely a millimeter away from the head of his victim.

Dagvald: Here we are, another week, another vicious attack from the Viking warrior without any repercussion. Listen Jaymz, you aren’t special, you’re just another victim. That being said, you do have something I want. Pantheon has systematically disassembled your shitter faction piece by piece, member by member. Now it’s my turn to cast the final stone. You’re the last member of ZT I haven’t buried, and while the rest of Pantheon finishes off Everest, I’ve been tasked with ending your miserable career once and for all.

Dag: You thought you could escape by hiding in the fucking Alpha division? You really took the opportunity to fight Adam fucking Bass for a rookie championship so you could finally, maybe, win something and feel accomplished for once? You disgust me, quite frankly. Listen you worthless piece of shit, I know you want to run from me and Pantheon because you can’t handle a challenge, so I’m going to make this worthwhile. I’m going to sell you the rope with which you hang yourself. I’m offering you the chance to upgrade that “title” shot of yours to something which is actually recognized by the Official WCF Title Stats record.

Dag: Think about this, Jaymz. What do you get from an Alpha Championship reign? Three months of fighting the absolute bottom of the barrel WCF has to offer and then getting jobbed out to the World Champion Jared Holmes? Hell, that sounds like your normal position in the company anyway. Look at this week, fighting two Alpha contenders who lost their opportunities! I’m offering you the illusion of a chance to progress your miserable career, Jaymz. I want you to go to Seth and demand he give you an Internet Title match at the Pay Per View, and I’ll accept it hands down.

Dag: This will be the final nail in the clown shaped coffin for you jokers, and another example of me always getting what I want. I have all the power in the world with these dual championships,and you have nothing to lose. If you want to deny me the ability to end your career, I can just as easily do it next week with nothing on the line for you, so consider your options here kid. I look forward to your answer when you’re fully conscious.

Back in the arena, Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis weigh in.

Freddy Whoa: Dag just challenged Jaymz to an internet title match!

Zach Davis: He wants to single handedly beat all of ZT. I guess we’ll just have to wait for Jaymz’ answer.

Crazy J/Jaymz vs Adam Burnett/Vic Vegas

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a tag team match!!!!

Freddy Whoa: It’s about time we got ourselves a tag team match tonight!!!!

Zach Davis: Like the one we just had Freddy??:

Freddy Whoa: Don’t tempt me!! I may just return to in ring competition brother!!!!

Zach Davis: Oh boy….

The bell rings as the fans are awaiting the arrival of the first team.

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: Standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 220 pounds!! Hailing from Reynolds, Nebraska!! Adam Burnett!!!!

"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 as he ignores Adam that wants to high five him.

Zach Davis: These two are obvious on the same page.

Freddy Whoa: They better be, because the next two surely are!!!

The arena lights dim, the music of Hanz Zimmer 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: Standing in at 7’2 and weighing in at 363 pounds!! Hailing from Noble, Oklahoma!! Jaymz!!!!

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

Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner!! Standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 325 pounds!! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan!! Crazy J!!!

The bell rings as both members of ZT immediately attack the other two, Burnett tries to fend off the bigger Jaymz, but gets overpowered as he reverses an Irish whip before pulling Adam back to him and drops Burnett with a Sidewalk slam. Crashing his body hard on the canvas as on the other side of the ring we see J clothesline Vegas to the outside. The referee orders J to get out of the ring for the match to continue or else get disqualified. J gets to his corner as we see Jaymz push the smaller Burnett into the corner as he lifts his leg and starts to choke him out with the big boot across the throat. Listening to the five count from the referee before letting go and tagging in his tag team partner. There we see Crazy J enter the ring and start to punch away at Adam before whipping him out of the corner and follows it up with a running avalanche. Dropping Burnett down in the corner before putting his kneepad covered knee in the side of Burnett as the referee starts to use the five count once more. Crazy J stops after the count of four as he grabs the head of Burnett and whips him to his own corner where Crazy J stares him down and grins as Vic Vegas tags himself in. brash and cocky he trash talks the big guy as Crazy J tags back in the big monster. Causing Vic Vegas to turn around and about to tag back in Adam Burnett, but is not allowed as he has not been active inside the ring. He tries to run off to the back, but the big monster grabs him by the neck and drags him to the back before dropping him hard with a big time body slam. He then tags in Crazy J as both men grab an arm of Vegas as if they are going to whip him towards his opponent, but then pulls him back to theirs before driving a double elbow into the face before J grabs Vic Vegas by the head and drives him down with a running Bulldog. He then tags back in Jaymz as the big man grabs him by the throat and delivers a big time Silence chokeslam

Zach Davis: HE HITS IT!

Jaymz goes for the pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Zero Tolerance gets up and get their arms raised.

Freddy Whoa: We're heading towards Mexico and the Trios Cup Tournament, could this be the time for Zero Tolerance!?

Katherine Phoenix vs Amber Lynn

Freddy Whoa: What in the blue Hell are you doing?!

Zach Davis is strapping his self down with seatbelts.

Zach Davis: I'm strapping myself down!!

Freddy Whoa: Why?!

Zach Davis: With these two psychos?! This match could end up anywhere!! I suggest to you Freddy... get under the desk!!

Freddy Whoa: Nonsense!! Trust me!! We have the best officials!! Nothing will go wrong!! Besides, what could go wrong?!

"Sick like me" by In this Moment begins to play. Lavender fog begins to roll out onto the entrance stage. Blue lasers proceed to flash. Amber Lynn begins to walk out. Babygirl stops at the edge, of the entrance stage, pyrotechnics explode at both corners as Amber throws her arms up. Amber Lynn continues her way down to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Tampa Bay, Florida... Weighing in at 325 pounds... She is Babygirl Amber Lynn!!

Amber Lynn spins around with arms extended outward. Amber walks up the steel steps and enters the ring. Babygirl thrashes along with the music. Half the crowd boos, but some of the crowd chants her name...

The crowd: BABYGIRL!! BABYGIRL!! BABYGIRL!! BABYGIRL!!

Freddy Whoa: It seems that Amber Lynn has developed a small following in her short stay, so far!!

Zach Davis: Once that Amber stepped on WCF grounds, everyone started talking... What would a Amber Lynn- Katherine Phoenix be like? Everyone can stop thinking!! Here in a few minutes...

Freddy Whoa: IT WILL BE EXPLOSIVE!!

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 entertainment ramp. She is wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet leggings, extremely tight low cut tank top and black heeled thigh boots. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring, taking in all of the crowd's energy...

Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California... Weighing in at 134 pounds... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!

Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times, staring at Amber Lynn. Katherine runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it, jumping up and down on the ring apron, when she glances over to the crowd...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!

Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix was COMPLETELY blindsided!!

Freddy Whoa: She did NOT see that coming!!

As Katherine Phoenix was entering the ring, she was pretending to look at the crowd. She was halfway in the ring, when a charging 325 pound Amber Lynn crashed right into a 134 pound Katherine Phoenix, who crashed a few feet away from the ring.

Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix collided hard with the ringside mats!!

Freddy Whoa: Amber Lynn rolls out of the ring to go after her!!

WHAM!!

Katherine tries to defend herself with a strike to the abdomen of Amber Lynn.

FWAPP-FWAPP!!

Amber Lynn nailed Katherine with a double slap.

WHOOSH-WHAM-CLANG!!

Katherine Phoenix: UNNGH!!

Zach Davis: Babygirl throws Katherine Phoenix into a nearby security railing. The referee is still counting and I believe Freddy...

Referee: SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT!!

Amber rolls in the ring and rolls out of the the ring.

Freddy Whoa: That was smart!!

Amber walks back to Katherine...

EYE-RAKE!!

Amber Lynn turns around to try to adjust her eyes.

WHOOSH-WHAM-CLANG!!

Zach Davis: RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Katherine Phoenix didn't get all of that!! Amber Lynn sits up!!

Babygirl grabs Katherine...

WHOOSH-WHAM-CLANG!!

Zach Davis: GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Freddy Whoa: Katherine Phoenix was bent in half!!

Referee: SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!!

Amber Lynn rolls into the ring and rolls back out.

Zach Davis: It seems as if the referee is getting frustrated.

Babygirl walks back over to Katherine Phoenix who is moving around on the steel ring steps. Amber walks over to Katherine, grabbing her...

WHOOSH-WHAM-CLANG!!

Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE-ARM DDT!!

Amber picks up her head two strands of blood streams down her face. She takes her left hand and checks. Amber looks at her middle fingers...

Zach Davis: I don't think this will be good.

Amber Lynn: ROOOOOAAAAARRR!!!

Amber Lynn grabs the back of Katherine Phoenix's head...

WHAM-CLANG!! WHAM-CLANG!! WHAM-CLANG!! WHAM-CLANG!!!

Katherine Phoenix's face is now covered with blood. Amber Lynn grabs Katherine Phoenix while still on the steel steps...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Amber Lynn: OOF!!

Katherine Phoenix: OOF!!

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

Freddy Whoa: GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Referee: FIVE!! SIX!!

Both competitors are crawling to the ring and reaching up to the ring apron. Both stand up.

Amber Lynn: ARRRRGH!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Amber Lynn slams Katherine Phoenix into the ring side security railing.

Katherine Phoenix: UNNGH!!

Katherine Phoenix: ARRRRGH!!

And Katherine Phoenix cannot move Babygirl.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Short-arm clothesline!!

With Katherine Phoenix down on the mats, Babygirl moves to the ring. Amber Lynn rolls in and rolls, but...

Referee: NO!! STAY IN THE RING!!!

Amber grabs the referee and...

MWAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Babygirl just gave the referee a big wet kiss!!

Amber Lynn grabs the referee's head and shoves it between her boobs as she shakes them.

Freddy Whoa: BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRBR!!!

The referee stumbles around then falls down. Amber Lynn rolls out of the ring...

WHOOSH-CLANG!! WHOOSH-CLANG!! WHOOSH-CLANG!! WHOOSH-CLANG!!

Zach Davis: Oh my God!! Katherine Phoenix has a chair!!

Freddy Whoa: I always wondered what Amber Lynn looked like in a face full of blood.

Zach Davis: You're a sick man Freddy Woah.

Freddy Whoa: You said my last name wrong, Zach!!

Zach Davis: From what we've seen tonight...

Zach stands up...

Zach Davis: I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!

The referee stands up.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!

Amber Lynn screams through the dripping blood as she watches as one more chair comes at her. Babygirl punches at the chair....

CLANG!!

That makes Katherine Phoenix drop the chair. The referee calls for the bell.

[DING-DING-DING!!]

Zach Davis: Why did the referee call the bell?

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix just got punched in the face!!

WHOOSH-BOOM!!

Crowd: SMELL MY FEET!!

The blood that was trickling before is now FLOWING down Katherine Phoenix's face!! The force of the kick, caused Katherine to spin around and crash into the commentary desk. Amber shakes her head no!! Babygirl grabs a mic.

Freddy Whoa: Um... We didn't expect this?! Seth!? Seth?! What's going on?! Why does Babygirl have a mic? That's not planned here? I don't understand...

Zach Davis: Amber has dragged Katherine Phoenix into the ring.

Babygirl places the mic in her waistband as she Irish whips Katherine Phoenix into the ropes...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: BUTT BOUNCE!!

Babygirl viciously grabs Katherine by the hair and whips her into the corner...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Katherine Phoenix's body slams hard against the turnbuckles.

Amber Lynn: ROOOOAAAR!!!

Babygirl starts to run but flips and crashes right into Katherine Phoenix!!

Zach Davis: BOOOOOOOM!!

Amber Lynn grabs the bloody hair from the dead weight of the near broken body of Katherine Phoenix... When the lights go out. The Nationwide Arena shakes with thunderous cheers!! "Oblivion" by Mastodon begins to play. The Arena erupts!!

Zach Davis: NOOOOOOOO!!!

Freddy Whoa: I think I just crapped myself!!

Zach Davis: OBLIVION IS BACK!! OBLIVION IS BACK!! BUT, HOW?!

Freddy Whoa: Yea, how?! He's dead!! The Monster was shot... In the head!! By, oh my God... Katherine Phoenix!!! WHO IS IN THE RING!!!

The Monster walks, shuffles slowly to the ring. No response to no one. Just a COLD STARE looking straight ahead with a tilted head. Long hair in his face. More muscular, toner. One leg looks like it drags than the other. While in the ring...

Freddy Whoa: What is Amber Lynn doing to Katherine Phoenix?

Katherine Phoenix is facing the ropes in the shapes of a very large X. Her right side is facing the commentary table and she is facing the crowd.

Zach Davis: I just realized something. Oblivion is carrying a bag. And Katherine Phoenix is Katherine Phoenix tied up to the ropes?

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! WHOA!! WHOA!! FREAKY SHIT HERE!! Am I seeing things or does Katherine Phoenix have a black mask over eyes?

Katherine Phoenix: UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!! YOU FREAKY FREAK!!

Zach Davis: It's about to get worse as The Monster Oblivion has entered the ring!!

Katherine Phoenix: Obi!!! Stay away from me!! Obiiiii!!

Freddy Whoa: OH MY GAWD!! AMBER LYNN JUST PULLED DOWN KATHERINE PHOENIX'S PANTIES!!

Oblivion slithers up behind Katherine with a wooden paddle, similar you would see at college or in the principal's office.

WHOOSH-WHACK!!

Katherine Phoenix screams!!

WHOOSH-WHACK!!

Katherine Phoenix screams!!

WHOOSH-WHACK!!

Katherine Phoenix screams!!

Zach Davis: There are welts on Katherine Phoenix's bare ass!!

Freddy Whoa: I have this sickening there's more to this...

Oblivion grabs a mic.

Oblivion: Katherine Phoenix!!

Katherine Phoenix: OBLIVION?!

Oblivion: You couldn't even kill IT correctly, you stupid bitch!! IT's somewhat alive... But, The Monster IS alive despite your futile attempt to kill Oblivion!! You'll never kill The Hardcore Icon!!! Say it, bitch!! Say that you'll never take another shot at the Monster again!! Next time bitch...

Oblivion grabs Katherine by her throat!!

Oblivion: ...You'll be dead for a SECOND time!! Next time... you WON'T rise from the dead!!l

Oblivion let's go of Katherine Phoenix. Lightning strikes as thunder rolls. "Oblivion" by Mastodon begins to play. Oblivion exits the ring, slowly walking back up the entrance ramp. Amber Lynn stands ringside staring at Katherine Phoenix.

Andre Holmes vs Erik Black

The Nationwide Arena of Columbus, Ohio is once again the selected locale for the great weekly episode of WCF’s Sunday Night Slam. The war from last week between Pantheon and Zero Tolerance has yet to be settled as Andre Holmes will face off against Erik Black. We cut to Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis seated behind the counter.

Freddy Whoa: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen from the commercial break. I am Freddy Whoa alongside my broadcast partner, Zach Davis. This next match features the aftermath of Bad Blood between Pantheon and Zero Tolerance. Andre Holmes faces off against Erik Black.

Zach Davis: I feel bad for Andre. He’s worked so hard for the WCF Hardcore Championship to have it stolen by Andre Aquarius and now he’s being disrespected by Erik Black. Erik feels Andre isn’t a true competitor unless under Hardcore Rules. Andre would rather beat Erik and prove him wrong.

Freddy Whoa: Erik, however, feels that Andre should not be in his class. This is not only a Pantheon vs Zero Tolerance chapter but two men who absolutely do not like each other.

Zach Davis: Let’s move over to Kyle Steele so we can settle this. Take it away Kyle!

The cameras cut over to Kyle Steel standing in the center of the ring wearing his signature black tuxedo and holds a microphone under his lips to begin with the match introductions.

Ding Ding Ding!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen! This match is scheduled for one fall!

“Death Trend Setta” by Cross Fade is the first out of the two entrance music to start playing around the interior of the Nationwide Arena. Sparking a negative reaction of boos and insults, Erik Black walks out from the back as a spotlight emerges center stage. A black towel covering his head as all lights shut off, helping him to ignore the disrespectful raucous audience.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Erik walks down the entrance path ignoring the fans. Clearly his focus is on dethroning the current WCF Hardcore Champion and completing his mission to go through Pantheon members one at a time. He moves away from the fans behind the barricade, disregarding their plea as they stretch their hands out to touch him.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Hailing from Los Angeles, California! At six feet tall, weighing in at 210 pounds. Representing Zero Tolerance, He is Erik Black!

He takes a pause in front of the ring apron facing the stage. Erik goes into a sprint before sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. He gets up off the canvas then runs into his corner’s turnbuckles where he jumps onto the middle one for refuge. Erik throws the black towel into a ringside fan’s face then leaps backwards off the middle turnbuckle in a back flip. Perfect form and sticks the landing.

Zach Davis: One of the newest members of Pantheon who has a very controversial voice on social media, especially one that rubbed Andre the wrong way. Erik has publicly said he is the best wrestler in the WCF and the Hardcore Division means nothing.

Wearing a blood red wrestling singlet with a black dragon pattern covering it. Erik’s music fades away allowing the audience to shower the atmosphere with boos. He paces back and forth in his corner waiting for his opponent to come out.

Freddy Whoa: Erik Black is confident and could be argued as cocky. To go this far and disrespect one of the best WCF Hardcore Champions in WCF history, it takes a lot of balls. Let’s see if he can back up his words tonight.

The infamous guitar riff plays and all lights shut off while the titantron displays grey video clips of Andre Holmes preparing backstage. “Relentless” by New Years Day blasts around the interior cuing the lights to start flashing and dancing around the audience. A single spotlight shines center stage highlighting Andre Holmes wearing that leather hoodie over his head. Columbus, Ohio goes wild.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Andre walks down the entrance path having Erik Black in his sights. On the pause, the lyrics are heard; “Tear Me Down...It Won’t Build You Up.” He removes the hoodie over his head, assumes the lone wolf stance and all lights are brightened. A flash of white colored fireworks shoots up from the stage behind him then he continues. What’s noticeable is the lack of the WCF Hardcore Championship from around his waist.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Houston, Texas! At five feet, nine inches tall, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is the WCF Hardcore Champion! Representing Pantheon, “Relentless” Andre Holmes!

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

Freddy Whoa: It’s been a very stressful time for Andre Holmes since Explosion. Andre Aquarius made his return and stole his WCF Hardcore Championship claiming that title belonged to him in the first place. Ever since, Andre Aquarius has demanded Andre relinquish the championship.

Standing on the middle turnbuckle outside of his corner, smoke rises from below while the lights shut off again. A spotlight shines behind Andre Holmes to produce that visual effect of his silhouette to the fans at ringside. As the lights return to normal, the smoke clears and he jumps over the top rope into his corner taking off his jacket. He throws it out of the ring.

Zach Davis: You can bet Andre Holmes is going to take his anger out on Erik Black especially after the Andre Aquarius incident. Well, here we are! Erik Black faces off against WCF Hardcore Champion, Andre Holmes! Here we go!

Ding Ding Ding!

Both men leave their corner at the same time and circle the ring. Erik Black keeps distance by walking alongside the ropes while we see that Kickboxing footwork as Andre goes into his prestige southpaw stance. As both men get into the center of the ring, they lock up with each other and Andre is at a disadvantage of height and weight.

Crowd: ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES! ANDRE HOLMES!

Erik locks his head in a sudden Side Headlock before sweeping the right leg to take him down then reapply the submission hold. Andre shakes his head, refusing to give up so early on the match. He reels his legs around the neck of his opponent and pulls Erik down into a Scissors Choke. Erik manages to free his head out and both men are back up until Andre catches Erik in the same Side Headlock!

Zach Davis: This is fast paced action going in the match already. What we call this is the feeling out process but these are two men trying to establish early dominance in the match.

Both men are backed up into the ropes leaving Erik to push Andre into the opposing ones. The rebound gives Andre more speed until he gets Shoulder Barged into the canvas. Erik smirks then runs into the ropes at his right side. He rebound and jumps over the turned body of Andre before making another rebound where Andre gets back up then Dropkicks Erik down into the mat.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Freddy Whoa: Beautiful Dropkick by the Hardcore Champion. He damn sure got some height on that Dropkick.

Both men hit the mat but Andre is the first to get back up. Erik gets back on his feet and suffers a few Leg Kicks followed by a Spinning Back Kick keeping him bent down. Andre runs to the ropes at the side then rebounds before dropping to his back with his feet; A Basement Dropkick to Erik’s temple forces him out of the ring.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Freddy Whoa: God Damn! Those deadly kicks by Andre Holmes. We always talked about his Mixed Martial Arts background playing a great factor in this match.

Zach Davis: Yeah and Erik needs to know how versatile Andre is as a competitor! Oh no! He’s looking ready to fly!

While Erik Black gets up at ringside, Andre Holmes charges to the ropes behind him. He springs off the ropes then runs into the opposing ones before shooting his body through the middle and bottom rope. He spears Erik Black in the chest thus his back slams against the barricade; Both men are down on their feet and Columbus, Ohio goes insane for that great dive.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Zach Davis: Heat Seeking Missile! One of the trademarked moves of Andre Holmes! A Suicide Dive through the middle and bottom rope takes out Erik Black. The referee starts the count out, both men should get back in the ring immediately.

One!

Two!

Andre Holmes gets up first via the aid of the barricade. He slowly leans onto Erik sat against the barricade before taking his right arm. He drags him up onto his feet then uses that same arm to launch him into the steel steps. However, Erik spins around and uses his strength to launch Andre; The Hardcore Champion barrages through the steel steps letting them fly off each other.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Three!

Four!

Freddy Whoa: My God! His body became a battering ram as Andre Holmes nearly destroyed his entire body through the steel steps. Erik Black has him now and is pushing him into the ring. Oh, here is the pin attempt!

One!

Tw-

No! Andre kicks out and Erik gets off his feet. He stomps down on his chest before helping Holmes back up again. Holding onto that right arm, Andre is sent into the ropes and off the rebound, Erik displays his strength with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Andre flies nearly halfway across the ring before landing down on his back. Erik bows to the booing fans at ringside.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Andre crawls over to the corner. He holds onto each side of the top rope before standing himself up in the corner where he leans back against the turnbuckles. Charging in is a raging Erik who lands a Running Elbow then grapples Andre by the arm over his shoulder and the leg. He turns around then nails an Exploder Suplex into the Turnbuckles. Andre hangs for a while until slipping off to the mat!

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Zach Davis: Oh! Exploder Suplex into the turnbuckles! Targeting that back is making it worse for Andre Holmes to get back into this match! Here comes the pin attempt!

One!

Two!

No hope. Andre kicks out from the pin attempt yet again and Erik is getting frustrated. He immediately turns his opponent down on his chest before getting on top. Locking in that Body Triangle, he applies the Rear Naked Choke. Andre holds down onto the arms, controlling his breathing while Erik tries to flatten him out on his stomach. The referee leans down to check on the submission.

Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!

Zach Davis: Rear Naked Choke applied and position is a terrible one for Andre Holmes! Erik Black has his entire weight on his back making it really hard for Andre to go anywhere!

Andre’s eyes are slowly fading so he manages to roll over where Erik is on his back. He bridges his body up a little to have Erik pin his own shoulders down thus the referee counts the pin.

One!

Tw-

Erik keeps him back in that original position. He manages to roll Andre onto his back where Holmes places both his hands and knees on the canvas. Andre finds the courage and digs deep; He carries the extra body weight on his back as he gets back up on his feet for a few seconds. Falling back into the turnbuckles, Erik’s back is slammed against the turnbuckles thus releasing the hold.

Freddy Whoa: He managed to break free from the Rear Naked Choke! Very beautiful strategy done by the Hardcore Champion!

Andre walks forward allowing him some space between the two. He charges back into Erik who is in the corner but eats a Back Elbow in his mouthguard. Holmes steps back allowing Erik to get some offense by bursting out of the corner. Unfortunately, Andre scoops his body off the mat and plants his head on the canvas with a Michinoku Driver II!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Freddy Whoa: Michinoku Driver II out of nowhere! Andre Holmes has come back into this match!

He’s back up on his feet and Erik holds the back of his head. Erik stands up on his knees which is now the place you want to be. Andre stands off at his side then starts firing back to back Roundhouse Kicks into his chest. Each kick stings harder and harder, lighting that chest up until he turns around.

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

The last kick he backs off and takes a few steps back as he lets out that primal scream. Andre spins around attempting a Tornado Kick but Erik Black ducks right under it. He gets on his feet catching Andre from behind and lands a brutal German Suplex nearly breaking his neck in half!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Zach Davis: FUUUUUUUCK! GERMAN SUPLEX COUNTERING THE TORN- NO! ANDRE HOLMES IS BACK UP!

Andre landed down on the back of his head but he rolled backwards onto his feet. As Erik got up and turned around, he charged into his opponent then spun on his feet. A great leap in the air and Erik is clocked in the temple by a Tornado Kick putting him down on his chest.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Freddy Whoa: TORNADO KICK! Andre Holmes nearly killed him! Oh, he’s getting ready to commit to the Deadline Trap as Erik Black crawls into a corner. This is the signature move we all know and love!

Erik Black’s vision is blurry and he’s rocked. He holds onto each side of the top rope to prevent himself from falling but the worse happens. Andre charges from the opposing corner and uproots his right leg to Yakuza Kick Erik up in the chin. Erik walks from the corner and drops down onto his back while the Hardcore Champion climbs up to the top rope.

Freddy Whoa: YAKUZA KICK! HE’S GOING TO COMPLETE THE SIGNATURE BY LANDING THAT DIVING PHOENIX SPLASH!

Rightly so, Andre leaps backwards off the top rope corkscrewing his body into a 450 degree flip. On the landing, Erik shifts his body to wrap his legs around the waist and pull his head underneath his pit. The Phoenix Splash lands into his signature Guillotine Choke submission locked in the center of the ring!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Zach Davis: THE FADE TO BLACK SUBMISSION! THE FADE TO BLACK SUBMISSION! THE SIGNATURE SUBMISSION COUNTERING THE PHOENIX SPLASH! ERIK BLACK IS TRULY ONE OF THE MOST TECHNICAL MEN IN THE RING!

Freddy Whoa: WILL ANDRE HOLMES TAP OUT?!

Andre can’t move, Erik leans back to add more torque to the submission. Screaming and pulling the head back while each breath of his opponent is getting shorter and shorter. Andre starts clawing down on the mat, dragging their combined weight over to the ropes inch by inch.

Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!

As he is near the ropes, Andre stretches out his fingers. His hand is shaking and it slowly descends down on the canvas. The referee kneels down observing this action very slowly as Andre is only inches away from grabbing the bottom rope. Erik keeps pulling back with the throat, trying his best to choke him down on the canvas.

Freddy Whoa: HE’S ALMOST THERE. IT’S LITERALLY NEXT TO HIM! ERIK BLACK MAY HAVE CHOKED ANDRE OUT!

No! Andre grabs the bottom rope and the referee begins the count.

Zach Davis: ROPE BREAK! HE GOT IT!

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Erik releases the hold and he can’t believe it. Andre is down on his chest coughing, relieved to get his breath back but his opponent is on his feet smashing his hand on the mat. Erik wants to put an end to this match so he gets back up on his feet.

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Andre uses the top rope to help himself back up to his feet. He leans back against the ropes and Erik shoves the referee aside to interlock his hands behind his head. Keeping Holmes’ in that Muay Thai clinch, the Hardcore Champion starts eating knees. Back to back knees are uprooted into his chin as Erik goes to work with his Muay Thai background!

Crowd: OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!

Freddy Whoa: HE’S BURYING HIS FACE IN WITH THOSE KNEES!

He drags Andre Holmes over to the center of the ring and takes a good look at the crowd. Switching over the positions, Erik attempts a Swinging Neckbreaker but Andre spins out of it in the nick of time. He faces Erik before putting him on his shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry until throwing him off in front to land a sick Death Valley Driver onto his right knee. Erik’s neck nearly cracks across his thigh.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Zach Davis: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ONTO THE KNEE! THE TRADEMARKED MOVE, HOLMES ON THE RANGE, HAS BEEN HIT!

Dropping off from the knee, Erik sits down on the canvas completely rocked. Andre rolls over to his side, gets up a few spaces before shuffling on his right knee to Superkick Erik Black in the temple. The impact of the boot sends Erik down on his back knocked out!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

Freddy Whoa: THRUST KICK! THE THRUST KICK! ANDRE HOLMES HAS KNOCKED OUT ERIK BLACK WITH A THRUST KICK INTO HIS TEMPLE! HERE IS THE PIN!

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding Ding Ding!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Andre Holmes!

“Relentless” by New Years Day takes off again around the interior of the Nationwide Arena while Andre Holmes gets back up on his feet. His right arm is raised by the referee and Erik Black is helped out of the ring. Andre leans back on the ropes to help support his balance.

Zach Davis: Andre Holmes has done it again and backed up his words. He defeated Erik Black thus proving to him that he can win under any circumstance. Hardcore Rules or not. An amazing performance by Erik Black and I know he’ll come back from this loss. Congratulations to Andre Holmes on another victory here on Sunday Night-

Freddy Whoa: Hold on. We got an issue on the titantron.

His entrance music is stopped as the titantron is showing a shadow of a man backstage. A light switch clicks and Andre Aquarius is shown in a back room with the WCF Hardcore Championship now displayed as the WCF Fartcore Championship. He smiles at Andre leaning back against the ropes infuriated by what he did to the title.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Andre Aquarius: What up lil’ bitch. Good match you had but nobody really gave a shit my nigga’. I heard you mad as fuck I took yo title b, don’t hate. You ain’t been a real nigga ever since you brought yo unwanted ass back. I been gon’ for a long time and I been holdin’ it down ever since I came back. Yeah, you look my new title? The #Fartcore Championship is the new trend hittin’ round the block.

Andre Holmes steps forward to the ropes and leans onto them.

Andre Aquarius: Alright Andre. You wanna’ shot? You gotta earn the Dub. That’s why at Aftermath. You facin’ off against Mikey eXtreme with yo’ imaginary Hardcore Title on the line. You win, you get to face me, you take the L, you ain’t get shit. Now fuck outta’ here bitch ass nigga!

The titantron shuts off and Andre Holmes is livid. He storms around the ring kicking the ropes and throwing a tantrum.

Zach Davis: Okay! We need to go to commercial before Andre kills us! Aquarius has laid down the challenge! What will happen next week?!

Kevin Bishop/Mikey eXtreme vs Dion Necurat/Vinnie Jones

Kyle Steel: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head tilted back as he looks to the ceiling. Vidalia and Freakshow flank him as they make their way ringside.

Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring being accompanied by Vidalia and Freakshow, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 225 lbs, Mikey eXtreme!

Mikey ignores the fans trying to reach out to touch him. He throws the kendo stick into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, crawling to the corner where he sits laughing and rocking back and forth. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Mikey's opponent(s) as Vidalia whispers some kind of plan into Mikey's ear.

Zach Davis: Mikey made a somewhat successful return at Explosion, in a triple threat match against Adrian Archer and Spencer Adams. He pinned Adams at the same time that Archer did, resulting in a draw. Maybe Mikey can coexist with his partner tonight like he accidentally did two weeks ago!

Kyle Steel: And his partner, from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 245 pounds! He is the “Plague,” Kevin Bishop!

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

The music settles. Bishop and Mikey stare each other down as they await their opponents.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents! Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 270 pounds! The Crimson Gladiator, 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.

Kyle Steel: And finally, his partner! Representing Zero Tolerance, and weighing in at- Wait, shit. My bad.

The crowd are in anticipation of what will happen next when suddenly Ricardo walks out to the entrance way as he stares at the crowd before he puts the microphone to his mouth and does his announcement.

Ricardo: Damas y caballeros de Columbus, Ohio !! Bienvenido a la demostración del hombre de la gente !! ¡¡El hombre de la hora!! El hombre de la gente !!! Vinnieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Jones !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(translation) Ricardo: Ladies and Gentlemen of Columbus, Ohio!! welcome to the show of the man of the people!! The man of the Hour!! The man of the people!!! Vinnieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Jones!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Ich Will hits as Vinnie Jones walks out to the ring, wearing a jacket with hood over his head while holding the Peoples Cactus in his hands. He walks over to the corner of the ring and places the cactus in the corner before sliding in the ring and starts to throw jabs in the ring while staring down his opponents.

Zach Davis: This is very typical of Seth, Freddy. Vinnie and Dion are set to go head to head in the Trilogy Cup Finals at Aftermath, so he decides to force them to coexist here tonight.

Freddy Whoa: What a cuck.

Zach Davis: Yeah Seth is a bit of a cuck, eh?

Freddy Whoa: Oh, I meant Vinnie.

Zach Davis: You still wanna join ZT, don’t you?

Whoa is cut off by the ringing of the bell. In the ring stand Mikey eXtreme and Vinnie Jones.

Zach Davis: Vinnie springing from the gates like a determined racehorse! Clothesline to the King of Darkness!

Vinnie wastes no time trying to take out Mikey, sending several open fists to the skull of the former US champion. The crowd counts the punches.

Crowd: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8!

As Vinnie goes for the 9th, Mikey grabs his wrist and shoves him away. Mikey quickly gets to his feet. He runs after Vinnie, bringing him down with a swift leg sweep.

In the far corner, Bishop has his hand extended for a tag. Mikey acknowledges this and makes it.

Freddy Whoa: IN COMES THE PLAGUE!

Bishop climbs into the ring and charges. He kicks Vinnie square in the side of the head.

He pulls Vinnie up by the hair and hooks his leg to deliver a T-Bone Suplex!

Bishop tries for a pin.

1…

2- No!

Quick kickout from the man of the People. Bishop again lifts Vinnie up, but Jones sends stiff blows to Bishop’s abdomen. Vinnie sends Bishop across the ring, enabling Vinnie to dive for a tag to Dion.

Dion steps in the ring, and Bishop stares him down.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Crowd: Brotherhood! Brotherhood! Brotherhood! Brotherhood!

Zach Davis: THIS IS THE EXACT MOMENT THAT THE WCF GALAXY HAS BEEN WAITING FOR IN THIS MATCH!

Freddy Whoa: These two men have fought alongside each other for months. Kevin Bishop and Dion Necurat, the Plague and his best soldier!

Zach Davis: This is a fucking dream match!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! Out BROTHERHOOD! HOLY SHIT! BROTHERHOOD!

And they’re off.

Zach Davis: Bishop and Necurat pummeling away at each other! There is no stopping these men!

Bishop Irish whips Dion to the far side of the ring, clipping him with a shoulder block on the rebound. He waits for Dion to get back to his feet, and punts him in the side of the head with his shin. Bishop goes for a quick pin again.

1..

NO! Dion kicks out.

Bishop quickly gets to his feet and kicks at Dion! Meanwhile, Vinnie has recovered, and is begging for a tag.

Bishop backs away, allowing for Dion to rise to his feet. He charges at Dion, but Dion dives out of the way, sending Bishop headfirst into the turnbuckle. Dion jumps on the back of Bishop, wrapping his arms and legs around tightly. To break the hold, Bishop drops Necurat to the mat.

Dion is shaken, but not for long, as he carefully maneuvers his limbs to lock Bishop in a Pentagram chokehold.

Zach Davis: BONDS OF GLORY! WILL WE SEE KEVIN BISHOP TAP OUT RIGHT HERE TONIGHT?

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know! Dion has it locked in tightly! The Plague is turning red!

Bishop appears to have passed out. The referee grabs his wrist and lifts it.

Drop.

1!

Drop.

2!

Drop.

NO!

Bishop stops his hand from hitting the mat a third time. He struggles, but he gets to his feet.

Freddy Whoa: PURE BRUTE STRENGTH FROM THE FORMER PEOPLE’S CHAMPION!

Bishop has Dion on his back still. He runs backwards into a corner post, but Dion holds on!

One more time! And Dion falls off. Bishop spins around and nails Dion in the face with a closed hand punch, causing him to stumble into the corner post.

Kevin lifts Dion up to the top rope, and climbs up to be level. He hooks Dion’s leg and clasps his hands.

Zach Davis: OH NO!

Freddy Whoa: A nightmare! Reminiscent of the scaffold match had between Bishop and FPV at Helloween of last year!

EXPLODER SUPLEX! Bishop and Dion crash to the mat. They are motionless. The ref begins to count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

Dion turns over to his stomach, and begins crawling to Vinnie, who looks as though he’s a racecar at the starting line.

6…

Bishop is also turned over, and crawling toward eXtreme.

7…

Both men are inches away…

8!

TAG TO VINNIE! TAG TO MIKEY!

Both men enter the ring with enthusiasm and they take solid strikes at each other. Mikey pushes Vinnie away, and goes for his signature X Marks the Spot!

NO! Vinnie ducks… and Mikey hits the referee.

Vinnie turns immediately, and sweeps Mikey’s leg causing him to fall to the mat. Vinnie walks to his corner and picks up his cactus.

Meanwhile, Bishop is sliding Mikey his signature kendo stick. Both men go to stand up…

Vinnie swings at Mikey, but he is too slow, as the cane comes flat against Vinnie’s skull. As Vinnie turns in agony, Mikey drops the stick, and grabs Vinnie by the back of the neck.

Zach Davis: eXPLOSION!

Bishop wakes the referee and Mikey goes for the pin.

1…

2…

3!

Ding!

Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, the team of Mikey eXtreme and Kevin Bishop!

Bishop slides into the ring and has his hand raised with Mikey.

Vinnie and Dion slowly make their way to the back.

The lights flicker. When they come back on, absent is Mikey eXtreme. Kevin Bishop stands alone in the ring. Suddenly, a slim figure in a Jason Vorhees mask slides into the ring and attacks him with a lead pipe. The scene cuts to commercial with the man staring down at the beaten body of the Plague.

Zach Davis: What the-

Freddy Whoa: We have a commercial break... but..

Dion stand in the ring as we see Vinnie extends his hand as in to shake the hand of Dion as Dion accepts it.

Zach Davis: We're back, and look atthis!

Dion then turns his attention to the crowd as Vinnie applauds him.

Zach Davis: Did you ever expected this??

Freddy Whoa: No.

Vinnie walks over to the corner, he grabs the cactus of the people and extends it towards the crowd, pointing at it as the people are chanting his name before Vinnie suddenly turns around and blasts the pot that holds the cactus in the back of Dion’s head. Dion drops down hard on the canvas as Vinnie stands over him as he is breathing heavily and has a weird look on his face before he leans down and starts to talk to Dion.

Vinnie: I have been funny, I have been gracious. Hell I have even made wishes for the people to cheer about, but this time it is my time to pick out that what is best for ME!! Good Vinnie is now taking a backseat for Bad Vinnie…, the only true Vinnie that will emerge victorious and will take names. And you?? The only thing you can do is look on and loving it!!! And if you don’t like it?? Well that’s too bad Dion.

He drops the cactus next to Dion as he chuckles

Vinnie: So if I were you, I would hold on to this cactus galactic warrior. Because it will remind you how easily it was for me to fool you. Just accept it okay??

We go to another commercial.

Television Title on the Line
Ethan King/Steven Singh/David Sanchez vs Dag Riddik/The CAPTAIN/John Rabid

“Mysterious Pantheon theme” plays as the esteemed Dagvald Riddick strides proudly out onto the stage, he's wearing his new “Isabella: A love squeezed from Stone” t-shirt (available now from Seffwear.com) The Internet champion proudly soaks up the mixed reaction from the crowd for a few precious bars before...

“Heroes” by David Bowie plays. Two Pantheon searchlights criss cross the arena like a scene from Gotham city, plumes of dry ice roll upon the stage as THE CAPTAIN and John Rabid abseil gallantly down the Jumbotron; entering the scene like a pair of focused, streetwise urban vigilantes.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Cap and Rab seem like a veteran tag team already! Shades of “The Thickness” with that bombastic entrance!

HUGE POP from the crowd as they finally land next to their tag partner, uncoupling themselves from their harnesses before matching towards the ring as Kyle Steel covers the introductions and announces the match we’re about to witness.

Zach Davis: Yes, but can they dominate like that legendary team? Everest are out to gain momentum this week! Speaking of which!

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, where the man to make the deciding pinfall will become the WCF Television Champion. Introducing first; at a combined weight of--

A sample of Battle Without Honor; made famous in Tarantino’s Kill Bill movies brings the audience immediately to a confused murmur. The lights dim, and then black--out before being replaced it would seem with xenon lights that flicker in a Wintery ice-blue. After twelve to fifteen seconds, the sample crackles, cuts and chops before stopping indefinitely. The pale-blue, blinding lights continue to pulse like a violent strobe at a teenager’s first ecstasy rave; though now they do so to a very different beat. Rising out of nothingness, the bass kicking in from beneath it all - Crystal Castles’ “Untouch Us” plays now at full-volume as three silhouettes are cast on the stage, their outlines easy to identify them as Everest.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Everest have finally settled on some entrance music, and look! If I’m not mistaken; those are cricket pads they’re all wearing! Drastic gimmick overhaul or a subtle jab to John Rabid? You decide!

Zach Davis: I think you’re right Freddy; I guess they’re tired of Rabid having the upperhand with that cricket bat. Oh look, Sanchez has a microphone too. The joys…

Both Alice Glass of Crystal Castles, and Zach Davis of WCF Commentary fame are cut-off by David Sanchez who lifts the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak before Kyle Steel can even get a look in. Singh and King remain stationary behind him; each of them receiving their own barrage of boos from fans around the ramp.

David Sanchez: Take a knee Kyle, I’ve got this shit...

The three man team of Everest poses for a few moments as Sanchez prepares his Bruce Buffer routine. Singh folds an arm behind his back, raising the other in the air and waving at the hostile, Ohio crowd as King simply studies them as though they were some disgusting, new species of worm.

David Sanchez: ...Introducing their opponents! At a combined weight of six hundred and seventy-five pounds: “The Superstar” Steven Singh, “The Eminent” Ethan King, and yours truly - “The Transcendent” David Sanchez. We are Everest ladies and gentlemen, and you all look like ants from up here.

The lighting having been restored as Sanchez began to speak, the cricket padding that Everest has opted for now looks even more ridiculous as the three men struggle to bend their knees walking down the ramp. They sport equally bemused expressions as they stride with purpose; led now by Steven Singh who overtakes Sanchez, the Mayor having stopped dead in his tracks to laugh at a fan with a Zero Tolerance sign and a receding hairline.

Freddy Whoa: Well, these guys have got off to a bit of a rocky start, but so far they’ve had nothing but success as a team; despite Singh and Sanchez having recently suffered severe losses in their singles careers.

Zach Davis: That’s a different ball-game entirely, and these three have proven they can get the job done as a unit when it matters. Pantheon though, are riding on a high as of late that seems unstoppable, so this match should be one for the record books.

Freddy Whoa: A loss for either team could be fatal this close to the Trios Cup and our annual trip to Mexico, so it’s not just John Rabid with something to lose tonight folks, in professional wrestling; momentum is everything, and in this situation - one team has buckets of it, and one team needs it in spades.

Singh and King both hop onto the apron on either side, each holding a ringpost as they wipe their feet before stepping between the ropes. Pantheon take their place on the farthest apron, The CAPTAIN having nominated himself to start the match for their side already and therefore remaining inside the squared circle. The Superstar and The Future King shoot their opponents a glance that rings somewhere between belittlement and unbridled hate as Sanchez; microphone in hand finally steps through the ropes to a chorus of boos and a chant more aimed at himself and Singh than it is Ethan King.

Crowd: You guys fucked up! *claps* You guys fucked up! *claps* You guys fucked up…

A sarcastic smile forms on the face of all three men as the senior official demands they remove their protective padding; something they all gladly do, the cricket gear hindering their ability to move around the ring. Rabid simply lifts and swings his trusty bat through thin air; sending a message without ever opening his mouth. Now stripped down to their usual wrestling attires respectively, a quick meeting of the minds ensues before Ethan King steps out of the huddle towards the Captain as the others take a hold of the tag ropes, Sanchez still with microphone raised back to his lips.

David Sanchez: John… how’s things?

The Ripper mouths something quietly, under his breath at his former associate.

John Rabid: Tip Top, David. Funny Story, I'm the Tag Champ now. Which means...

David Sanchez: Humph… anyway! Let’s get this over with so we can all get back to playing pin the tail on Corey Black and passing around Bonnie Blue around like a neighbour’s wifi code! Oh, and this guy in the front row can finally give birth to the twins he’s carrying...

The obese gentleman at ringside’s head sinks into his hotdog, his “Got Your Ticket” t-shirt, and then finally his perky manboobs - deflated and thoroughly ashamed of himself.

David Sanchez: Anyway… best of luck; Diet Pantheon. Now... let’s make some pocket change gentlemen.

As Sanchez drops the microphone the bell sounds and all but Ethan King and the Captain take their rightful places on the apron as the referee signals that this contest is now underway. The crowd warms to Cap’ immediately, getting firmly behind the tag champ before the bell rings.

*DINGDINGDING*

Freddy Whoa: Ethan King starting this match off for Everest, the CAPTAIN doing the same for Pantheon. Interesting strategy, I’d have expected Sanchez to take the lead here given his singles win over Cap’ last week.

Zach Davis: They’ll have a plan Freddy, you can bet on that. These three men are as crafty and sly as they come. However, tonight - their opponents are willing to sink just as low as themselves in search of a win, which always makes for an interesting match.

The crowd comes to life, spurring on Cap’ as he locks up with King in a classic collar and elbow which Ethan quickly gets the better of, sending the CAPTAIN into the ropes with an Irish whip; only to be knocked down with a shoulder block on the rebound. King hits the mat, though only momentarily - the force combined with the adrenaline lets Ethan bounce back to his feet, where Cap laps up the crowd’s applause briefly, before dining on a flurry of forearms from the Future King. The Eminent smiles, turns his back to Pantheon and prepares his next attack.

Rocked and staggered by the shots, Cap stumbles back to the Everest corner where he sinks as both Sanchez and Singh force their will on The CAPTAIN, restraining him as Ethan charges in at full speed with a running back elbow before being tagged by The Superstar. Thievin’ Steven smiles a wry grin as he steps through the ropes to a plethora of boos and jeers from the audience. Cap’ crumbles to the canvas, allowing King and Singh to make full use of the five-count - five seconds they spending stomping a proverbial hole into the bread basket of Steven’s former partner.

Freddy Whoa: Everest taking an early advantage tonight, isolating The Captain in their corner. Remarkable teamwork from such a new faction.

Zach Davis: Steven Singh smiling as he continues to drive his boot into the pit of Cap’s stomach, ignoring the ref’s warnings as King steps back onto the apron.

Freddy Whoa: That’s just intelligent team wrestling Zach, and that’s exactly what you can expect from Everest with three of the most cunning and crafty competitor's currently signed to the WCF.

Finally taking heed of the referee and his reprimands, Singh backs off, allowing his former partner to reach his knees before driving a single kick to Cap’s skull. The crowd boo religiously; their support firmly positioned with the masked, Asian sensation. Once more the CAPTAIN reaches a knee. This time Singh has taken to brushing the filth the last kick had left on his boot off though and wastes a precious few seconds before attempting to repeat the same strike. Knowing him as he does, the CAPTAIN is able to grab the leg as it comes in, getting to his feet with Singh’s leg caught in his right hand as the crowd begins to cheer once more.

Singh tries to wave THE CAPTAIN away, pleading on his knees with Cap before receiving a stiff, overhand right. The CAPTAIN takes hold of Steven by the trunks, tossing him into the Pantheon corner before tagging in John Rabid, who sails over the ropes, connecting with a rolling, rope-assisted senton. Singh exhales harshly, the breath knocked from his lungs and the wind from his sails as the Ripper delivers a clothesline, then another to a waiting King who tries to run interference. Rabid tags in Dag who lifts Singh up and hits a snap hatchet suplex with authority. Tag by Rabid, who goes for a springboard 450 splash of The Superstar!

Pin attempt....

1....2....

Kickout!

Zach Davis: He might be out of the pinning predicament, but he’s a long way from home in that Pantheon corner, and with the The Ripper coming in fresh, he’s going to be looking to get across the ring and tag in Sanchez or King.

Quickly cutting the ring in half; Rabid positions himself between Singh and his intended destination; walking with immunity so that he is an inch out of Everest’s reach before running back to the middle of the ring and unleashing a beautiful spinning wheel kick on on the Superstar. Clutching his jaw, Singh falls back to the canvas and rolls to his stomach in order to protect his face from further abuse. Like a shark smelling blood, The Ripper closes the gap between the two, dragging Steven up to his feet, only to feel his feet leave the ground as Singh opportunistically executes a snap suplex. Rabid is propelled into his corner, just as The Superstar; still holding his jaw, manages to tag in David Sanchez.

The Mayor steps through the ropes, just as does Dag Riddik on the other side of the ring. Having never crossed paths before; the two take a moment to size one another up - neither man garnering anything but hate from the Ohio crowd. After a short while, the two lock-up, Riddik gaining the upperhand with a go-behind into an attempt at a back suplex. Sanchez, a veteran of fifteen years in the sport however rolls through with the momentum and lands behind Dag, drawing the nails and palms of his hands in a raking fashion down his opponents back - the friction causing the Neo-Nordicist to cringe away from him.

Freddy Whoa: Sanchez going old school with a back-rake there folks, and for all the kids watching at home thanking that might not look like much. Try it on your friends!

Zach Davis: Works as good now as it did in 1970. Friction burns are a bitch, and that shit’s timeless.

Dag turns, only to receive a European uppercut from his Colombian counterpart. Sensing the worm was turning in his favour; Sanchez loads up for Accidentally on Purpose - his trademark discus lariat to the back of the neck. Fortunately for Riddik though, he is able to duck the blow, sweeping his opponent’s legs in the process so that Sanchez lands on his posterior with a thud. Wasting no motion, Dag hoists the Mayor back to his feet and delivers a pumphandle slam that causes the ring to shake as David hits the mat.

Zach Davis: Riddik, taking the advantage now for Pantheon with that Trumphandle Slam… see what I did there?

Freddy Whoa: Booooooo! Tryhard.

Zach Davis: I couldn’t help myself Freddy, I’m weak! Dagvald though, looking for the pinfall.

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Sanchez is able to roll his right shoulder from the canvas, shifting Dag’s weight as he does so, rolling fluidly into a Fujiwara armbar that he only uses to restrain Riddik for long enough to get back to his feet. Quickly stepping away, he lets Dag get up to a vertical base before pointing directly at John Rabid on the apron, clearly requesting his former friend enter the match and face him. The crowd loses their shit for a few minutes as Dag makes it so; tagging The Ripper who quickly obliges Sanchez. The two exchange words for the briefest of moments before engaging in a test of strength.

Alarmed by his own stupidity, given that he knew of John’s inhuman strength before the bell even chimed. Sanchez is quickly to stumble backwards, hooking his legs around the ropes and forcing the referee to intervene. The Ripper releases his crippling grip on David’s fingers, the digits having turned purple, followed by white-hot as Rabid bent them back. Smiling, John motions for Sanchez to try again. However this is clearly not something the Mayor looks to make habitual, as he instead simply turns his back to The Ripper, tagging in Ethan King.

Freddy Whoa: Sanchez wanting no part of a square fight with the Television Champion, maybe he’s keen to save some face after what happened to Sebastian Knight.

Zach Davis: Or maybe he’s just sticking to whatever strategy Everest have in place for this match. Either way, David’s massaging his knuckles after that test of strength; and probably kicking himself for falling into that trap in the first place.

King rushes into Rabid, knocking him down with a clothesline before he can adjust his footing. Seizing the advantage, Ethan then lifts him back up to his feet and proceeds to apply a front facelock before executing a tornado DDT, using the ropes in the Everest corner to aid his spin and also allowing Sanchez to blindly tag himself back into the match; unknown to Rabid. King pulls The Ripper back to his feet as Sanchez steps through the ropes and the referee begins the count of five.

Thinking King to still be legal, John recovers and unleashes a series of right hands to Ethan, as the fifth punch lands though; Sanchez grabs Rabid from behind with a rear waistlock and nails a bridging German suplex that folds the Ripper up like an accordion. Just as the referee is about to begin counting the pin though, Sanchez rolls his hips, keeping the hold locked tight. Switching to a full nelson, Sanchez seeks only to further cement Everest’s control of this match with a Dragon Suplex, which Rabid evades by dropping out of the hold and simultaneously hitting a backpack jawbreaker on The Transcendent.

Freddy Whoa: Rabid able to slither free and hit a modified jawbreaker. Sanchez is stunned in the middle of the ring. The Serpents over to the Pantheon corner now, and The CAPTAIN tags into the match!

Hard rights and lefts by THE CAPTAIN as he unleashes a super-heroic volley of body shots to a reeling Sanchez before the Mayor counters with an eye rake and a hip toss into a chokehold, Cap reaches out for his corner as Sanchez rolls himself and his opponent away from the Pantheon contingent, laying in a series of stiff elbow shots to the hero's skull as he does so. CAPTAIN starts to lose consciousness. Fading...Fading....

Crowd: Lets go CAPTAIN! *Clap! Clap! Clap! Lets go CAPTAIN! *Clap! Clap! Clap! Lets go CAPTAIN! *Clap! Clap! Clap! Lets go CAPTAIN!

ARM UP! CAPTAIN feeds off a cheering crowd as he pivots his body back onto his feet and hits a fireman's carry slam. Follows this up with a rolling senton and finally a spinning leg drop over the chest of Sanchez! David dives to his corner and tags in King as CAPTAIN tags in Dagvald!

Dag runs the ropes and ducks a spinning elbow! Leaping lariat by Dag! King is up! Standing dropkick by King! Dag falters, rebounding off the ropes as King goes for his “Revelation” combination, King lands the spinning heel kick, but as he goes for the follow up Pele, Dag ducks the attack and twists King's leg in mid air at an awkward angle, snapping the wrestlers twisting body down onto the mat with a vicious modified dragon screw!

Dag tags in Rabid, who goes to work on the leg. Rabid with a leg snap, follows that up with a knee drop on the joints. Another. And another. Rabid with a blitzkrieg of punches and kicks aimed at the knee before dragging King's leg around the ring like a slab of meat, kicking those thighs repeatedly. Rabid flips King onto his front now as The Serpent folds him over, then locks his opponent into a vice like Texas Cloverleaf!

King in obvious pain now as he tries to summon all his strength and courage to crawl over to his corner. Rabid's having none of it however, wrenching King's legs back and dragging the young lion away before Sanchez snaps, the Mayor thundering into the ring; unleashing a diving clothesline to break the hold. Tagging himself in.

Rabid and Sanchez face off, the crowd are on their feet as they circle each other. The two are engaged now in a shouting match for a few moments before...

An explosion of rights and lefts. The ferocity of the punches rocks the arena as Rabid Irish whips Sanchez into the ropes, leaps and hits a Lou Thesz press on the rebounding Sanchez, delivering more punches as Sanchez rolls the attack, now the Mayor has the advantage before unloading a canopy of raining soup bowls down on his former friend. Rabid shoves Sanchez aside with authority as the crowd reacts. Rabid up on his feet as Sanchez back-peddles to his corner and tags in...

Steven Singh! Rabid about to surge forward when he feels the tap on his shoulder...

THE CAPTAIN is now the legal man as he runs at Singh; Cap ducks a lariat by before rebounding off the ropes and meeting head on a Belly to Back Leg Hook Suplex! Steve soaks up the hate from the crowd as he rains down Muy Thai-style leg and body kicks.

Sanchez up on the apron now as Singh removes a pair of knuckledusters from his tights as the distracted ref is forced to deal with a raving Mayor.

Singh mounts THE CAPTAIN and winds up a straight right to Cap's prone face; about to disfigure the hero with the knuckledusters as--

THACK!

Singh stumbles forward as he's blindsided by a vicious shot from Rabid's nefarious Cricket bat! Rabid throws the bat out of the ring before crumpling to the mat himself, pretending he's caught up in the agonizing throes of pain as Dagvald points excitedly at the “fallen” Rabid. Dag is screaming that Sanchez has attacked him! Sanchez shakes his head as the ref turns and begins to jaw-jack with Sanchez!

Freddy Whoa: Amazing! Pantheon are outsmarting Everest here with the classic Guerrero manoeuvrer!

Dag however gets caught up in the moment, becoming too emotionally charged in his role; shoving the official in a bid to grab his attention. The official hits the floor with a thud, Moser points at both Riddik and Sanchez before gesturing at the ramp, roaring for both of them to be ejected from the match. Dag is furious, he kicks the ropes as he jumps off the apron and raises his hands in innocence. Sanchez snatches the cricket bat which had been used to brain his partner moments ago and throws it out into the crowd before stepping out of the ring, spitting his frustration as the fans inside the Nationwide arena, who crowd-surf the wooden bat back down from the rafters, over the railing and into the hands of Cap; the hero places it back under the bottom turnbuckle pad in the Pantheon corner with a thumbs up from the Ripper.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen; I’m receiving word in my headset that Dagvald Riddik and David Sanchez have been ejected from this match. As such; this contest is now to be restarted and contested under regular tag-team rules!!

Security swarms the ramp, splitting into two huddles; one for Dag, one for David, their collective influence enough to usher both men through the curtain and out of the public eye. Back in the ring; Rabid takes stock of the variables around him. Singh is starting to stir, but Ethan King was nowhere to be seen, until out of nowhere John’s jovial mood is shat upon - courtesy of a vaulting forearm from The Eminent who had sprung from the apron mere seconds before.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa, what!?

Zach Davis: The landscape of this match just got flipped on it's head! It’s down to two versus two now. Ethan King and Steven Singh against The CAPTAIN and The Ripper. You’ve gotta know that Seth’s paying close attention to this match when it comes to deciding which team is going to get the first shot at those straps.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! After the events of Explosion, Steven Singh probably feels a tag title shot should rightfully be his.

Zach Davis: He lost the match fair and square, Freddy. Now though, Singh’s crawling back to the apron. Leaving King and Rabid as the legal men for their respective teams, and after that flying forearm, it’s looking like Everest might finally have found a way to counter the onslaught from Pantheon’s playbook.

The bell rings again, signalling that the tag-team portion of this merry little war has begun. King wastes little time in altering his game plan to suit the situation, dropping a sharp knee into Rabid’s skull before wrenching a rear chin lock around The Serpent’s neck, dragging him back over to Everest territory. King expects to find his partner’s hand extended, but instead Ethan is merely brushed aside by the Superstar, who has now collected a steel chair during his brief spell of suffering on the outside of the ring, Singh's ears still ringing after the assault from that dreaded cricket bat, welded by the slithering Englishman.

Freddy Whoa: Well! There goes any hopes of a sound, decisive outcome folks.

Zach Davis: You can’t blame Steven Singh for fetching a chair. He just ate the business end of a bat.

Freddy Whoa: I wasn’t blaming him, I was blaming our Television Champion for getting weapons involved in the first place!

Zach Davis: But Singh was going to hit Cap’ with brass-knuckles until…

Freddy Whoa: Semantics, Zach... semantics.

Singh cruises by the already stressed referee, swinging the chair wildly at his former partner who was previously minding his own business on the apron. Able to jump away from harm at the very last second, Cap lands on the ringside padding with a thump, and looks back into the ring as Singh stalks The Ripper. Knowing that if he does not act now; Singh will set about his partner’s skull with the folding chair. The CAPTAIN sees no other option but to chance his arm once, leaping onto the apron, then back down again as his former partner lashes towards him violently with the chair; again connecting with nothing but air as Cap leaps back down again.

Zach Davis: The CAPTAIN starting to get frustrated. He can’t get back into the ring and if he doesn’t manage - well, his old partner’s going to lay waste to his new partner with a steel chair.

Freddy Whoa: Ethan King’s still hanging around the Everest corner too. With the ref busy trying to get that damn weapon from The Superstar, this match is starting to take a turn for the worse.

Zach Davis: Well, at least Cap’s managed to buy The Ripper a precious few seconds. That can count for a lot in this sport Freddy.

Just as Rabid reaches his feet, Singh unleashes a devastating chair shot, this time the steel finally knows the satisfaction of colliding with a human skull. Singh's smile changes to a grimace immediately though, as he opens his eyes to see the senior official now in a crumpled heap; but no trace of the slippery Ripper. King screams something from the apron, but it’s too late. Despite the warning from his partner; Steven turns into a magnificent SUPERKICK, the boot of John Rabid connecting flush beneath his confused chin.

Unfortunately for Pantheon though, amidst the chaos Ethan King has slid into the ring and retrieved the downed folding chair; tossing it with reckless abandon, the brunt of it colliding with Rabid’s brow as he admires his work on the fallen Superstar. Next, The Eminent charges across the ring and picks up momentum, rebounding twice from the far set of ropes and picking up a decent speed. He makes to dive through the ropes in with a suicide elbow, but at the very last second, Cap swings a second steel chair from the outside; an attack which Ethan dives into head-first. The impact leaving him a ruined body on the floor.

THWWWWWWACK!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That was one hell of a chair shot!

Zach Davis: I guess the timekeeper’s seen enough! That’s the universally known signal for “SOS.” This match is over folks!

DING! DING!

Kyle Steel: This match has been declared a NO CONTEST!

Boos from the crowd ring out across the arena. The negative outcome however is tempered by the arrival of THE CAPTAIN who enters the ring, standing tall with Rabid as the hero hands the serpent his trusty Cricket bat and both championship belts. Rabid smiles as he licks a palm of crimson that's bleed from his scalp onto his hand. Snarling with a visceral, sinister joy. Rabid now climbs a turnbuckle and raises the gleaming straps above his head to a decent pop from the crowd. Meanwhile, Singh and King make a waist gesture that can only mean one thing, the two Everest members are coming for those tag titles!

Freddy Whoa: Well-

The match is done as suddenly Vinnie charges from the crowd and towards the ring with another pot cactus in his hand, he assaults Dag Riddick from behind with the cactus as he blasts it across the back of Dag’s head. Just like he did earlier the show against Dion and stands over him, he holds the almost broken pot in his hand with a sickening smile on his face.

Zach Davis: Not again!!!

Freddy Whoa: Vinnie is getting vicious!!!

We see Rabid and Holmes charge in on Vinnie as the member of ZT sees them coming and flees through the crowd as both men stare him down. Vinnie turns halfway the arena as he stares them down with a microphone in his hand.

Vinnie: Oh did I interrupt your little party boys?? You see guys, before I set my sights on taking home the championship belt. I want to make the world understand why I am the one that is going to take home the gold in a month after I beat Dion. And I know that I will have a bullseye on my back… So instead of you guys coming after me and the people?? The mad Vinnie and his people are going after YOU!! Oh and Dion?? You and me… next week… you got what it takes??

With that Vinnie laughs as he walks off leaving Pantheon an angry mess

World Title Match
Doc Henry vs FPV

Zach Davis: Our next match is for the World Championship!

Freddy Whoa: Frank Patrick Venable defends his WCF World Title against one of the longest reigning members of the roster, Doc “The Cock” Henry!

As The Devil In I by Slipknot 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. He doesn't even acknowledge the crowd, and climbs into the ring and simply stares at the stage and waits.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa, what has gotten into Doc Henry?

Zach Davis: I’m not sure Freddy, he has been very vocal about the happenings in Denmark. He’s almost.. excited? Something flipped inside Doc, he’s not the same man anymore, that is for sure.

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 tron, 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 with the WCF World Title draped over his shoulder. 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 handing off the belt, removing his hoodie and entering his corner, waiting for the bell.

Zach Davis: Our Champion, FPV! His first defense since defeating Jason O’Neal three weeks ago at Explosion. We’ll see how Frank handles this new form of Doc Henry.

DING DING DING

Immediately out of the gate, Frank walks forward and is met with resistance from Doc Henry. FPV stands in the middle of the ring, looking for a lock-up but Doc hasn’t moved. Stoically staring at Frank, almost daring him to advance. As FPV takes one step over the middle of the ring, Doc Henry runs right at him and lands a huge European Uppercut sending Frank reeling all the way back to the corner. Doc unloads with a barrage of attacks, unleashing a guttural growl that amplifies every strike until finally Doc is basically screaming at the top of this lungs! All Frank can do right now is cover up and hope for a rope break, which doesn’t even come. The ref counts at Doc up tto 4 and then has to physically pull him away!

Freddy Whoa: Dang what is up with this dude?

Doc is peeled off long enough to break the count but he spins and comes lunging back at Frank! FPV moves though, shaking the cobwebs loose and stunning Doc Henry in the buckle with a standing dropkick. Frank closes in and lifts Henry to the top rope, climbing after him. Both men are not standing on the top rope, jockeying for position!

Zach Davis: It is far too early in this match for what is happening!

In one motion, Frank leaps up and backward, locking his legs around Doc Henry’s head and ripping him over in a huricanrana! Doc Henry soars through the air and crashes past the middle of the ring! Doc absorbs it though, he arches his back in pain but somehow manages to stand up and is met with a running clothesline! RUS ROH DAH! Frank with a quick cover!

1!

2!

NO Doc Henry kicks out!

Zach Davis: Looks like FPV is going all in on this, he wants to end it early.

Frank quickly retreats to a corner and waits for Doc Henry to get up. FPV loads up and charges, RUS RO- CAUGHT! Doc catches FPV coming in and hits The Gambler’s Hand! Rock Bottom plants Frank right in the middle of the ring! Doc spits at Frank and climbs up the ropes, to the top once again!

Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry is a good-sized dude, this shooting star of his is remarkable! If he hits it, Frank is done!

Doc Henry flies off the top rope in a Shooting Star Press! He’s going ALL IN! Frank repositions and catches Doc Henry in a triangle choke as he lands! FPV starts unleashing elbow strikes to the head as Doc is trapped! The ref is checking on Henry but he’s fighting out of it.. by lifting FPV into the air! POWERBOMB!

FRANK HOLDS ON!

DOC LIFTS HIM AGAIN AND DUMPS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE! FPV falls to the floor and lands in a sick thud! Doc Henry gives chase, hitting a few stomps on the floor before positioning Frank’s head on the apron and against the ring post. Doc climbs up to the apron and goes to kick Frank but FPV moves! Doc Henry’s foot smashes into the ring post! FPV spins and kicks Doc’s other leg out from under him, Doc lands in a sitting position on the apron – Frank jumps up and hits a bit enziguri! Henry is stunned, Venable climbs up and gets in position with Doc on the apron.. here it comes.. TIGER ’85 ON THE APRON! LIMIT BREAK! Henry spikes on the apron! The crowd, going nuts since the bell, unleash a “HOLY SHIT” chant!

Zach Davis: They’re right!

FPV rolls Doc into the ring and hooks the leg!

1!

2!

NO Doc kicks out again! Ever the veteran. FPV rolls out of the ring and grabs two steel chairs, sliding them in. The ref pleads with him, but Frank ignores the rules. He sets the chairs up facing each other in close proximity, and sits down – inviting Doc to sit as well. With both combatants now sitting on steel chairs in the ring, the crowd noise swells.

Freddy Whoa: Frank asking the ref to ignore the rules, so he and Henry can have a sit?!

FPV WITH A RIGHT HAND! Doc staggers.. and unloads one of his own! Right from Frank! Left from Henry! Forearm from Venable! Uppercut from Doc! They’re going all out! Strike after strike! Slowly they stand up and it’s a full on boxing match! Frank catches Doc with a good one on the chin, comes in for the kill and is blocked! Doc Henry scoops Frank up and drops Frank balls-first on the back of a chair! Doc then steps off the seat and pulls Frank off in a Codebreaker! Southern Aggression! The pin!

1!

2!

NO FPV kicks out somehow! Doc is pissed off, he pulls Frank up and throws him into a corner before hitting a back elbow. Doc backs off and rushes in but Frank catches him in a back body drop! Doc Henry catches himself on the ropes and goes to vault over but BOOM HEADSHOT! DOC HENRY GOT CAUGHT WITH THE SUPERKICK UPSIDE DOWN IN THE CORNER! DOC LOSES HIS GRIP AND FALLS HEAD FIRST ONTO THE MAT!

Zach Davis: Oh goodness no!

Possibly out of sheer instinct, Doc Henry pulls himself to a sitting position on the bottom turnbuckle, ref in his ear asking if he’s okay. Doc nods and says he’ll continue on, BUT FRANK HITS A LOW HEADSHOT AGAINST THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE! Doc Henry is done, Frank pulls him out of the corner and covers!

1!

2!

3!

FPV does it1 He has – wait a minute.

Freddy Whoa: Look at this! Goshdarn veteran!

Doc Henry’s foot is on the bottom rope.

Zach Davis: This match will continue!

Frank is beside himself, Doc has pulled himself to the apron to get a reprieve. Frank closes in and clubs Doc in the back. Frank then turns Doc so he’s facing the crowd and pulls him through the top and middle rope in a reverse headlock – Doc’s feet fall to the mat and FPV spins out – TORTURE’S DEVICE! HE PLANTED DOC! THE PIN!

1!

2!

3!

No foot on the rope this time, Frank Patrick Venable has won this contest!

FPV stands up. His music plays - and he lifts Doc Henry up, the two men sharing a quick embrace. Henry drops down and rolls out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: These two may not like each other - but they respect each other. Doc Henry put on one of the best matches I've ever seen him do here in the WCF here tonight. We respected him already - but I think we've all upped our opinion after this match.

Zach Davis: He really took FPV to the limit. That said, FPV has a World Title defense against Jared Holmes two weeks from now at Aftermath... Can he deal with this kind of fight week in and week out and expect to retain there!?

Freddy Whoa: We have one more week to find out!

Slam fades to black as Frank Patrick Venable celebrates.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Battle Royal: Captain Rump vs Jay West vs Alexander LaVey vs Raymond Roars vs Taylor Wright vs Adam Bass

Erik Black Segment

Damien Young/Hazel vs Jordan Rayburn/Marco Daniels III

Stalker Segment

Andre Aquarius/Bishop/Pries/Udy vs The Very Big Alliance/Trey Carter/Stalker

Zero Tolerance Segment

Crazy J/Jaymz vs Adam Burnett/Vic Vegas

Katherine Phoenix vs Amber Lynn

Andre Holmes vs Erik Black

Kevin Bishop/Mikey eXtreme vs Dion Necurat/Vinnie Jones

Television Title on the Line: Ethan King/Steven Singh/David Sanchez vs Dag Riddik/The CAPTAIN/John Rabid

World Title Match: Doc Henry vs FPV

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Doc Henry
Match:
Kevin Bishop/Mikey eXtreme vs Dion Necurat/Vinnie Jones
Roleplay:

 

Champions

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