05/14/2017
Live from the Mexico City Arena in Mexico City, Mexico


Slam Intro

Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai is playing as we go to our announcers.

Freddy Whoa: WELCOME TO SLAM! To start off our show-

#1 by Nelly hits the PA System, interrupting Freddy’s comments…

Zach Davis: This guy has a knack for causing aggregation. He lost the World Title to FPV and hasn’t been here since. He chooses now to show up?

Freddy Whoa: If I am going to be interrupted by anyone, Jason O’Neal is that anyone. A former World Title Holder and a true man of distinction.

Jason O’Neal comes from backstage to a barrage of cheers and boos…

Zach Davis: He gained it by capitalizing on a beaten Joey Flash and only held it for, what two weeks?

Freddy Whoa: Best two weeks in WcF History.

Zach Davis: Shut up, Freddy. What’s he got on his shoulder? Is that a title belt?

Indeed Jason O’Neal does have a glistening new title draped over his shoulder. A close up reveals that the title reads “WcF Elite Champion.” Jason soaks in the boos and the cheers as if it was pure music to his ears to be such a polarizing figure. Jason O’Neal calls for and receives a microphone.

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: How the hell are you, Manchester?

The crowd pops.

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Just like a wrestling arena. Mention the town and you get 10,000 people cheering like Sanchez’s people on Taco Tuesday. Manchester!!

The crowd pops.

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Like fucking clockwork. Now I know, it’s been a while since I graced you with my presence. I’m back and you’re welcome.

Mixed reaction from the crowd.

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: I’ve sat back these past two months and given a lot of thought to the business. There’s one thing I know, the show is not the same without Jason O’Neal. Ratings have been in the tank for four weeks straight. Dion VS Holmes at the Pay Per View? You people are even smart enough to know that card sucked, right Manchester?

The crowd goes to pop then realized they just got mindfucked by a backhanded compliment. They have no idea how to react.

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: I read the blogs, I listened to the fans and I’ve decided to take action. Something Seth Lerch has never done in his life. I hereby crown myself the first ever WcF Elite Champion.

The crowd has a mixed reaction.

Zach Davis: He can’t do that.

Freddy Whoa: He just did. Didn’t he?

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Obviously, the World Title is the biggest prize of them all. However all the other titles have some sort of gimmick attached to them. This this strap will be a title with no gimmick and it will be for the Elite Superstars who are steps away from the World Title. I also propose that the Alpha Title culminates with an Elite Title Shot and not a World Title Shot in three months. The Elite Title, my title, is the true stepping stone.

The crowd is generally pleased by this news.

Zach Davis: He can’t do that.

Freddy Whoa: Doesn't he know we already had an Elite Champion? That belt history is convoluted as all hell, but either way, the balls on this guy.

“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: With this said, as a champion in the WcF, I hereby insert myself into Ultimate Showdown!!!

The crowd reacted with a violent outburst of cheers and jeers…

Freddy Whoa: There you have it Jason O’Neal has claimed a spot in Ultimate Showdown!

Zach Davis: He can’t do that. Can he?

Seth Lerch’s music hits.

Freddy Whoa: Seems like you are about to get your answer.

Seth steps out as Master of Puppets plays, microphone in hand. He's shaking his head.

Seth Lerch: Jason, Jason, Jason. Just who do you think you are?

Jason is about to answer.

Seth Lerch: No, no, I know who you are, don't worry. You're the Real Deal, blah blah blah. But why would someone called the "real deal" walk in here with a made up belt - a made up belt we already had, by the way... and try to cheat his way into Ultimate Showdown?

"The Real Deal" Jason O'Neal: Now listen here, Seth. I-

Seth interrupts again.

Seth Lerch: Don't worry, Jason. Despite my annoyance here, I don't dislike you. And, in fact, you have some points - you're a former World Champion, and as far as I'm concerned, you deserve a rematch.

Jason's eyes light up now.

Seth Lerch: HOWEVER...

O'Neal is annoyed now.

Seth Lerch: There is the small matter of David Sanchez, the winner of the the Trios Cup Tournament!

The fans boo.

Seth Lerch: He's won a right to fight for the World Title as well. And, don't forget, we have Dion Necurat!, who technically had his shot at the belt after winning the Trilogy Cup Tournament - but who was screwed out of it.

Jason shakes his head, not particularly caring about anyone else's problems.

Seth Lerch: So the way I see it, we have three guys with legitimate claims towards the World Title contendership. At Blast, there's only one thing to do: a four way match for the belt!

The crowd pops!

"The Real Deal" Jason O'Neal: You know what? That's just fine with me. Looks like I'll be heading into Ultimate Showdown anyway - but as the World Heavyweight Champion.

Seth's music plays again as he leaves, leaving O'Neal in the ring.

Zach Davis: Our main event at Blast is official! A four way match for the belt, hot damn!

Freddy Whoa: Before heading into Ultimate Showdown, Jared Holmes has THREE competitors to deal with - two tournament winners and a former World Champion! Does he have what it takes?

We go to commercial.

Five Minute Battle Royal
Anyone That Lasts Five Minutes With Andre Holmes Gets A World Title Shot
Death Dealer vs White Trash Maniac vs Cheyenne vs Stalker vs CJ Phoenix vs Sahabid Lawal vs Andre Holmes

"I'm the King" by Eminem starts to play as the arena lights fade down to total darkness. White strobe lights filter threw smoke coming from under the stage area. The Death Dealer logo appears on the jumbo-tron just before Damian Manson steps out into the arena. The arena gets colder as he stands there with his white fur coat on. He begins to point his umbrella towards the ring and the arena lights come back on. Damian starts towards the ring making sure the fans can not touch him. He walks around the ring pointing the umbrella at the fans. He climbs up the ring steps and walks the ring apron before climbing to the second turnbuckle outside. He holds his arms wide open taking in the hatred of the fans. He drops down and walks the apron to the middle where he wipes his feet before climbing in between the second rope. He circles the ring and the stands in the middle where he orders the ref to take his fur coat off carefully. He stands there with his umbrella in his right hand and then points it towards the fans. He takes his sunglasses off and holds them out for the ref to take. He places his umbrella in his corner.

The lights get turned off in the arena. A bonfire starts on the top part of the ramp." Anything goes" by Big Smo plays a man holding a mason jar of moonshine comes out to the bonfire. He takes a drink as he looks at the bonfire and than looks at the crowd. He starts to yell at the crowd as they boo him as he walks down the ramp and gets in the ring. He goes to one of the turnbuckles and stands on it and finishs the jar of moonshine as the lights come back on.

The Video from the Ring plays on a large screen. Then it shows a red headed woman in a figure shrouding tattered black and moss colored floor length Overcoat climbing from a well and shambling towards the screen ever slowly. The woman blinks in and out getting ever so closer, then blinks right up against the screen. The screen then rips open as the Ring theme song plays and the Woman crawls to the ring with a small brown satchel hanging from her mouth. Upon reaching the ring, she backbends over the toprope flipping into the ring. Holding the bag high above her head she drops the coat revealing underneath a tightly fitted dark green and black top and tight green pants with knee high black boots.

Stalker stalks to the ring.

"Re-education Through Labor" begins to play as the cameras pan through the crowd. Then, 13 seconds into the song, Phoenix runs out onto the stage as the beat drops. He stretches his arms out as he looks at the crowd before running down the ramp with his arms stretched out and flames following him on each side until he reaches the end of the ramp. He slides into the ring and runs up one of the turnbuckles. He then does a cross sign with his hands before pointing upward and hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring.

*Blue by Eiffel 65* hits the system as the lights flash white at every beat. The crowd cheer loudly as their favorite "Islamic Bad-ass" makes his way out onto the entrance ramp bobbing his head with every bass drop. Smoke erupts either side of him as he raises his right arm in the air. He has no fear, he has no remorse. He is only here to kick ass and ass kicking is what he is going to do...

He steps in through the middle rope and walks towards the ring post, proceeding to climb it and raise his fist once more. Then jumps down, ready for his bout in the squared circle...

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

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

Zach Davis: Alright, so this is the story. Anyone that can last with Andre Holmes for five minutes in this match gets a World Title shot.

Freddy Whoa: I've received word that that World Title shot will be NEXT WEEK!, so talk about instant gratification!

Zach Davis: This isn't really fair for Andre Holmes, who doesn't really get anything for winning.... And, hell, what happens if Andre is eliminated!?

The bell sounds and Sahabid Lawal is the first to run at Holmes, but the Hardcore Champion tosses him right over the top. Stalker grapples with Holmes as the rest of the guys in the match begin brawling. Holmes gains the upper hand and executes a Snap Suplex before picking Stalker up and throwing him to the ropes. As Stalker comes back, Holmes grabs him in a Belly to Belly and Suplexes him over the top!

Freddy Whoa: Stalker is eliminated!

Cheyenne spins the Hardcore Champion around and hits a series of knife edge chops, then throws Holmes to the ropes. Holmes reverses the irish whip attempt and kicks Cheyenne in the stomach as she comes back. He then lifts her up and drops her with a Brainbuster!

Zach Davis: OOF!

White Trash Maniac runs at Holmes and Holmes ducks a Clothesline, runs to the ropes, Springboards and hits a Clothesline of his own! White Trash Maniac stumbles back and Holmes hits a Roundhouse Kick, sending him flying out of the ring next.

Freddy Whoa: We're only two minutes into this match and Holmes has been, well, relentless.

Zach Davis: He's going to make Jared Holmes' life easy if he can eliminate everyone in this match, that's for sure.

Death Dealer grapples Holmes and shoves him into the ropes. Holmes bounces back and Death Dealer lifts him up for a Death Valley Driver!

Freddy Whoa: Wow!

Death Dealer lifts Holmes up and goes to throw him over the top but Holmes reverses that and throws Death Dealer over instead!

Zach Davis: There he goes!

Cheyenne runs at Holmes next but Holmes hits a Back Bodydrop sending her flying over the top and landing on top of Death Dealer!

Freddy Whoa: There she goes! There she goes again!

Zach Davis: Racing through my brain!

Andre Holmes turns - and goes face to face with CJ Phoenix.

Freddy Whoa: CJ Phoenix just has to last two minutes to get a one on one World Title shot against Jared Holmes!

Andre and CJ begin trading rights and lefts.

Crowd: LET'S GO ANDRE!

Crowd: C-J PHOE-NIX!

Rights and lefts!, rights and lefts! Phoenix gets the upper hand and throws Holmes to the ropes. Holmes leapfrogs over him, comes back, Phoenix drops him with a Spinebuster! Phoenix then runs to the ropes and hits a Lionsault!

Zach Davis: Thus far, Andre Holmes has been untouchable, but CJ Phoenix may have his number! He's just gotta survive!

Phoenix measures Andre and runs at him, going for a Running STO!, but Holmes snaps off a Dropkick outta nowhere. Phoenix stumbles up.

Freddy Whoa: SPEAR!

NO!, Holmes leapfrogs that! Phoenix crashes into the turnbuckle. Holmes pulls him in.

Zach Davis: BAD LANDING! POWERBOMB INTO THE CORNER!

Phoenix somehow stays on his feet and Holmes bounces off the ropes and runs at him, hitting a Yakuza Kick, sending him over.

Freddy Whoa: Andre Holmes wins!

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Not only does he win, but he ensures that Jared Holmes goes into Blast without having to defend his belt!

Holmes' music plays as he's handed the Hardcore Title which he raises in the air.

Freddy Whoa: Hell, Andre has his own belt to worry about. If none of these guys could stop him, who can!?

We go to commercial as the announcers ponder the question.

Teddy Blaze Segment

The crowd goes wild as “When the Levee Breaks” Suddenly echoes throughout the arena, exploding in a frenzy of cheers!

Zach Davis: You know what that music means, Freddy!

The crowd begins chanting loudly, echoing out calls of “Welcome back” mixed in with “WCF”…and after a few moments, a familiar face appears on the entrance ramp. Decked in Blue Jeans and a long white jacket, the man once known as Teddy Blaze stands in a WCF arena for the first time in months.

Freddy Whoa: We hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Teddy Blaze since Explosion when he fell in the WCF Classic, but last Sunday he made his presence known, saving that tournament’s winner from a vicious double team attack at the hands of Jared Holmes and Wade Moor!

Zach Davis: Anyone who knows anything about Teddy Blaze recalls the hellacious rivalry that took place between him and Holmes, and it would seem that there was just a little bit of bad blood left over!

Blaze takes a moment to high five the fans in the front row, taking off his signature glasses and handing them to a lucky child before rolling under the ropes. He calls out for a microphone, and waits for the “Welcome back” chants to subside before proceeding.

Teddy Blaze: Well it’s nice to see you too, WCF.

The crowd responds with a raucous laugh, but Blaze holds his hand out, calling for silence.

Teddy Blaze: Ladies and Gentlemen, there is a lot to get through tonight, and I know you’re eager for action, so I promise I’m going to keep this as short as possible. Ever since I made my return last week in Mexico, there has been one question that everyone in the world has asked. One simple word that has followed me. That word, that question, is “Why?”

There are those who would tell you I was trying to seek out a world title shot, to somehow jump the proverbial line. There are those who will tell you that I was trying to lie, manipulate, or otherwise stick myself where I had no business being.

To anyone who would make such claims, I would like to offer a rebuttal. When you take one of the most anticipated matches in WCF history, when you treat that world championship like an afterthought, when you try to deny these fans a fair contest for the most valuable prize in all of sports entertainment?

Well Jared, you make it…my business.

Jared, I know you’re listening, I know you’re upset. I know you were looking forward to taking a DQ and lounging on some beach somewhere. Well, if I have ruined that little plan of yours at least you can take a little peace in knowing that you have complete control over whether it happens again.

You see Jared, I may not be perfect, but I’m a damned sight better than you are. I don’t mean in terms of talent, I don’t mean in terms of looks. I mean in terms of heart. Honor. I may have done some things recently that I am not proud of, but I never stooped to the levels that you have in pursuit of that belt.

So let me lay it on the line, nice and simple. Last week, Jared tried to carry out a hit against a man who through his blood and sweat had earned a title shot. Let me say that again- earned a title shot. I took it upon myself to intervene because I did not want to see Dion laid low by the plans of a coward.

Jared, I am here for two reasons. Reason the first is to see you exposed for the miserable, bottom feeding leech that you are, to show the whole world that without your bag of tricks, without your sycophants, without your friends to hide behind, that you are nothing more than a scared little child. You had the chance to keep me away, all you had to do was hold that belt like a true champion. Just like everything else, you pissed away that chance, so it falls to me to rectify the situation.

The second reason that I have returned…is to challenge for the WCF World Heavyweight championship. I don’t care if it’s tomorrow, I don’t care if it’s six months from now- that belt is too precious to keep falling into the hands of self-absorbed and manipulative bastards. I said it before and I’ll say it again, these people deserve better than that!

I don’t care what it takes, I will see that belt restored to its former glory, even if I have to carry it with my own two hands, I will see it done, or I will die trying!

Blaze holds out the microphone and breathes heavily, caught up in the emotion of his own words, finally however he holds the microphone back to finish:

Teddy Blaze: This is not from the mouth of Teddy Blaze Jared. My name is Teo del Sol. And mask or no mask, I am back because the WCF needs a hero. I hope you’re ready Jared, because one way or another, I’m coming for you, and that belt you’re clinging so desperately to.

Teo drops down the microphone, holding his hands up proudly as the familiar chord rips through my arena, “Kickstart my heart” blasting on every amplifier as the crowd goes wild.

Freddy Whoa: I…I think we might have seen the last of Teddy Blaze in WCF, Zach.

Zach Davis: I’m not sure what happened in that Mexican desert, but it sounds like Teo del Sol is back and ready for a fight!

All of a sudden, Master of Puppets hits!

Freddy Whoa: Uh oh! What does Seth have to do with this?

Seth steps out from the back, microphone in hand! Teddy, much like Jason O'Neal before him, is clearly annoyed.

Seth Lerch: Teddy, Teo, whatever you're calling yourself these days - it's good to have you back, buddy. Honestly. I mean it.

Seth claps for Teo, but he's not buying it.

Seth Lerch: No matter what your name is, no matter what you're doing - your masks sell like hot cakes, and I've missed that revenue stream!

The crowd boos Seth's greediness.

Seth Lerch: Now, Teo, as you surely heard, we have our World Title match for Blast all booked. You claim all of these high and mighty ideals for the WCF World Title and everything, but somehow... I have to wonder what you REALLY believe.

The crowd buzzes.

Seth Lerch: So I'm offering you a choice, Teddy. And I want an answer next week. The fate of the World Title hangs in your balance. You see, with such a combustible main event, the way I see it, a special guest referee to keep order may be to my advantage.

Pop for that!

Seth Lerch: OR, Teo, I offer you this: a number one contender's match against a competitor of my choosing. You can either be the man to make sure the Championship ends up in the right hands at the end of the night, OR you can take the first step to ensuring your shot at the belt I know you want.

Teddy raises the mic to his lips, but Seth cuts him off.

Seth Lerch: Don't answer now!, Teo! Answer next week. I'll see you then.

Master of Puppets plays again as Seth leaves the arena. His music is quickly replaced by Teo Del Sol, who begins to celebrate with the fans in the front row, all of whom are now chanting “Teo! Teo!”

Danny Gordy vs Sunday Ikodu vs El Fedora Blanco

After Andre Holmes’s comprehensive mauling of half the undercard, the Verizon Wireless Arena gathered it’s thoughts as the blood was mopped up and the wreckage stretchered away. Yet there was no time for reflection as a haunting instrumental piece featuring a violin duet begins to play through the PA system. Sunday Ikoku ducks through the curtain onto the stage. He begins to make his way to the ring to little fanfare, striding purposefully down the ramp with a subtle grace behind his large stature. Once ringside, he moves around to the steps and quickly makes his way into the ring. Striding to his corner, he turns to look back at the 'tron, waiting for the match to begin.

Kyle Steel: Standing at 6'6" and weighing in at 285lbs... Sunday Ikoku!

Zach Davis: Sunday Ikoku, Ladies, and Gentlemen. This giant has a lot of grace.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Giant, he may be, but he is far from gentle. Something tells me this match isn’t going to be a Broadway.

Kyle Steel: Standing 5’7, weighing 199 lbs…El Fedora Blanco!

Thunder rumbles as a traditional Mexican guitar play a few notes then transitions into, ” Imagine Dragons -Thunder” as outcomes El Fedora Blanco, marching down to the ring whereupon he ditches the gimmicks and sits atop a random turnbuckle, awaiting the bell with his fedora mostly pulled down, hiding his face.

Zach Davis: At 5’7, Blanco is giving away a lot of height advantage. It could cost him.

Kyle Steel: And finally, Standing at 6'5. Weighing in at 300lbs

“ Motorhead - Electricity” Hits as the badass biker, Danny Gordy, bounds crazily down the aisle. Danny is jaw jacking at fans, threatening some with hopping over the rail and getting into it with them. Danny throws a few chairs into the ring before he enters. A few seconds later, the chairs are summarily removed by staff. The whole scene seems sad somehow.

Zach Davis: Danny’s a hardcore acolyte, a throwback to a bygone age.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Sunday’s gonna knock this hairy cat all the way ta Tuesday!

Ding! Ding!

Danny Gordy runs towards El Fedora Blanco, but El Fedora takes him down with a kick to the gut followed by a Scissor Kick!

Zach Davis: What a kick!

Sunday Ikoku grabs El Fedora from behind and picks him up, dropping him with a Backbreaker. He then grabs him on the ground and drives several knees into the back of the big man. El Fedora Blanco stumbles up, clutching his back in pain. Ikoku rushes him and Clotheslines him into a corner. He goes to whip him to the other side, but El Fedora reverses it, sending Sunday in instead. Sunday hits the corner and El Fedora runs at him. Sunday gets his boot up, however, sending Ikoku reeling; he runs at him and takes him down with a Bulldog before going for a pin.

One..

Two..

No!, broken up by Danny Gordy.

Freddy Whoa: This guy is as oldschool as it gets.

Gordy picks Ikoku up and throws him out of the ring. He then starts kicking away at El Fedora Blanco. He picks him up and hits a few punches before throwing him to the ropes and hitting a Powerslam into a pin.

One..

Two..

No, kickout by El Fedora. He picks him up again and throws him to the ropes again, this time going for a Spinebuster - but El Fedora Blanco is too heavy, and he's able to reverse it and take Gordy down with a Russian Legsweep. Pin attempt from El Fedora now.

One..

Two..

kickout from Gordy!

Zach Davis: These three guys are all new to the WCF, and a win here could set their career on fire!

Freddy Whoa: Or it'll amount to nothing like so many other new guys who end up disappearing! No way to tell really.

Zach Davis: Shut up, Freddy.

El Fedora picks Gordy up and throws him to the ropes. As Gordy comes back El Fedora kicks him in the gut and hooks him for a DDT, but Gordy jabs him in the side and breaks out of it. Gordy hits a Gordbuster!

Freddy Whoa: Perfectly executed! Here's another pin!

One..

Two..

Broken up by Sunday Ikoku!

Zach Davis: Sunny's back!

Ikoku lifts Gordy to his feet and hits a series of kicks before a stiff forearm that sends Gordy out of the ring. He then turns to Fedora Blanco, who runs at him. Sunday is able to execute a High Angle Flapjack. Sunny grabs him again..

Freddy Whoa: Oh my God... Can he hit this?

Sunday Ikoku executes a Deadlift German Powerbomb with 180 degree rotation!

Zach Davis: SUNSET DRIVER!

Sunday goes for the pin.

One..

Two..

Three!

Freddy Whoa: Sunday Ikoku walks out of this one with the victory!

The bell sounds as Sunny gets to his feet, the crowd cheering for the newcomer.

Zach Davis: One win down, and I smell great things for this man's future!

Freddy Whoa: You can smell the future? I've heard of fortune telling but this is ridiculous!

Internet Title on the Line
Lilith/Trey Carter vs The Very Big Alliance

Zach Davis: Our next bout is about to begin... and I've just been informed that if Lilith is pinned, she loses the Internet Title!

Rock Out by Motorhead Plays as both William the Behemoth and Ainsley Ivanovic both come out roaring and shouting at the crowd, they turn to each other and high five. When their hands touch, pyro is fired. They then slowly walks down to the ring...

Kyle Steel: Coming down to thee ring... Weighing in a combined weight of... NINE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS!!! WILLIAM THE BEHEMOTH AND AINSLEY IVANOVIC... THE VERY BIG ALLIANCE!!

Once there they catch their breath.

Zach Davis: These two are three hundred and thirty five pounds under a half a ton.

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOAAA!!! NO!!! I MEAN DAAAAAMN!! THESE SUM BITCHES ARE HUUUUUUUGE!!!

Zach Davis: Don't talk like that!! Those two could come over here and eat us both!!

Freddy Whoa: No worries!!

Zach Davis: Why?!

Freddy Whoa: Coming to the ring.... Lilith will save us!!

Zach Davis: HAHAHAHAHA!!!! No, seriously, how?!

Freddy Whoa: No, really!! Lilith has something bigger than The Very Big Alliance, that could REALLY swallow them both up!!

Zach Davis: What?

Freddy whispers in Zach's ear...

Zach Davis: Oh... My... God... You're Disgusting!!

Freddy Whoa: HAHAHAHA!!!

Zach Davis: I think I'm about to get sick!!

The cameras pan to the entrance way...

The lights dim as the wind chimes sound through the arena. As soon as the beat picks up, the arena is filled with red, white and black stars as Trey Carter slowly walks in with a focused, yet self absorbed demeanor. He takes his time coming down to ring, and isn't shy about telling off fans on his way down.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring... From Anaheim, California... Weighing two hundred and twenty pounds... The Incomparable Trey Carter!!

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.

Zach Davis: Mr. Carter is here and looks prepared!

Freddy Whoa: What about Lilith?! She's always unpredictable!! She's the wild card in all matches!!

The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Boom Clap" by Charli XCX begins to play...

Zach Davis: We're getting word is that no one has seen Lilith!!

Freddy Whoa: Not good!! Lilith is bat shit crazy! But, she would never not show up!! "Oblivion" by Mastodon begins to play. The Verizon Wireless Arena explodes with a combination of boos and cheers.

Freddy Whoa: Oblivion and Oathbreaker is coming from the crowd. What do they have with them?!

Zach Davis: They look like they're carrying something.

Once they get to about six feet away from the security railing...

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! THEY'RE CARRYING LILITH!!

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring...

Freddy Whoa: Ooooohh, that's just too funny!!

Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California... Weighing in at one hundred and fifty two pounds... Lilith!!!

Oblivion rolls Lilith into the ring.

Zach Davis: It looks like both The Monster and Oathbreaker are taking chairs, unfolding them and sitting ringside, watching The Very Big Alliance!!

The Very Big Alliance rushes over to Trey Carter, knocking Lilith out of the ring.

WHAM-BAM-STOMP-WHAM-BAM-STOMP-WHAM-BAM-STOMP!!!

Freddy Whoa: Those two are completely annihilating Trey Carter!!

William the Behemoth and Ainsley Ivanovic pick up Trey Carter...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

Zach Davis: COMEDY GOLD!!

Freddy Whoa: Double Chokeslam!!

But they're not done. Ivanovic rolls out of the ring and gets Lilith, sliding her in. They grab her by the throat too.

Freddy Whoa: COMEDY GOLD AGAIN!

Zach Davis: They're making a double pin...

Crowd: ONE!!!

Crowd: TWO!!!

Crowd: THREE!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: HOLY CRAP!

Zach Davis: THE VERY BIG ALLIANCE HAVE BECOME INTERNET... CHAMPIONS!?

The crowd doesn't know how to react!

Zach Davis: HERE COMES OATHBREAKER AND OBLIVION!!!

Oblivion and Oathbreaker come into the ring with steel chairs...

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

William the Behemoth: AAAAARRRRGGHHH!!!

Ainsley Ivanovic: AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!

WHOOSH-CLANG!!

Zach Davis: Oblivion drops The Behemoth with a DDT on the chair!!

WHOOSH-CLANG!!

Freddy Whoa: On drops Ainsley Ivanovic with a DDT!!

Oblivion and Oathbreaker walks out of the ring celebrating!!

Sidney J. Warwick/Oblivion/Oath Breaker vs Damian Kaine/Jaice Wilds/Udy

Zach Davis: We should have ourselves a decent bout. What do you think Freddy?

Freddy Whoa: Both sides seems pretty balanced. But, I give the team of Warwick, Oathbreaker and Oblivion the edge.

"Two Hands" by Ani DiFranco starts to play over the arena's sound system. Sidney J. Warwick enters. There is no pyro. There are no flashing lights. There is not even video playing on the big screen. Sidney walks down the aisle with a mild sneer on his face as he looks at the audience.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring from Poughkeepsie, New York weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds... Sidney J. Warwick!!

He wipes his boots on the ring apron before entering through the ropes, then takes of his necktie and carefully folds it before handing it to the ring. attendant.

Zach Davis: Sidney J. Warwick is ready. All we need is Oathbreaker and Oblivion!!

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed Verizon Wireless Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and the crowd is cheering. "Do you trust the voices inside your head?" by Silver Star Mashups begins to play for a minute then slowly fades out into "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play.

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...

BOOM!!

Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly comes, with a dead stare. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.

Oblivion and Oathbreaker slowly begin to walk down to the edge of the entrance stage, bringing in the cheers, of the crowd...

Zach Davis: The Monster is officially back in WCF!!

Freddy Whoa: God helps us all!!

Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!

Past the entrance stage there are sixteen hooded cloaked individuals, eight on each side of the aisle, with their heads down. Chanting...

Hooded individuals: A-WHOO!! AWHOO!! AWHOO!!

Kyle Steel: From The Deepest and Darkest Side of a Sick Man's Mind... Weighing in at 325 pounds... IT is The Monster... Oblivion!! From The Four Corner Reservation in Neveda... OOOOOOAAAAATHBREEEEEAAAKEEEER!!!

Oblivion drags IT's right leg as drags along a sledgehammer. The Monster snears at a nearby camera, right before Oblivion slowly​ run up the steel steps and climb the turnbuckle from out the ring, once again throwing up IT's massive right arm

Crowd: OATHBREAKER!! OATHBREAKER!! OATHBREAKER!! OATHBREAKER!! OATHBREAKER!!

Oblivion leaps into the ring, stomping around, taking long strides, barking, shaking the top ring rope.

"I Started a Joke" by the Becky Hanson/ "Sucker for Pain" by various artists.

Every bit of illuminating technology goes out in the arena as the crowd falls dead silent. Becky Hanson's version of "I started a Joke" echoes throughout the arena.

"I started a joke....
That started the whole world crying....
But I couldn't see....
That the joke was on me...."

The silence creeps in again as the music cuts, and then...

"I torture you-oo-oo-oo"

Damian Kaine walks out onto the stage with his hood up. He stands straight and still at the top of the ramp.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring from Statesboro, Georgia... Weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds... This is Damian Kaine!!

"Take my hand through the flames.
I torture you-oo-oo-oo.
I'm a slave to your games. (I'm just a sucker for pain.)
I wanna chain you up. I wanna tie you down...
I'm just a sucker for pain!"

As the bass drops, Damian throws his hood off and the crowd pops. He walks down the ramp, high-fiving fans. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and climbs into his corner.

Zach Davis: Damian Kaine is in the ring, we need Jaice Wilds and Udy.

"Side Of A Bullet" by Nickleback hits the speakers as the Mid-Card Masterpiece enters the arena!! There are cheers and whistles and applause and those dollar store noisemakers!! Jaice makes the most epic geberic entrance you have ever seen, and sonuva bitch, are people excited!! More cheers! More applause! More noisemakers!

Kyle Steel: Walking down the aisle... From Puerto Vehlo, Brazil... Weighing in at one hundred and eighty four pounds... This is The "Xtreme Aerialist"Jaice Wilds!!

Jaice hugs people and high fives motherfuckers and gives the fans all the love they give him!! Then he's in the ring and people are STILL going nuts! The ring announcer gets a fist bump! Okay, now for other things!!

Freddy Whoa: Now we need Udy!!

Lights goes out. Demonic Chants mashed with a howl is heard before blue pyro explode. "The Evil within/psycho break theme song Long Way Down" by Gary Numan starts plays (titantron shows weird demonic signs and figures). Blue smoke fills the arena and spot light focuses on a figure on one knee. Fenris stands behind him arms out stretched.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring... From Deep within the Lost woods... Weighing in at two hundred pounds... This is The "Demon Wolf" Udy!!

Udy howls by 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.

The referee signals for the bell...

[DING-DING!!]

Without any warning a quick nod from Sidney J. Warwick to Oblivion to Oathbreaker and all three charge towards Udy, Jaice Wilds, and Damian Kaine!!

Zach Davis: Sidney J. Warwick goes right after Jaice Wilds...

Warwick grabs Wilds, tossing him towards the ropes...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Jaice Wilds violently squirms around screaming as he grabs his face.

Freddy Whoa: Apparently that jumping knee strike did MAJOR damage to his face...

Sidney Warwick picks up Jaice, who nose been busted up, blood looting. Sidney throws Jaice into the ropes, who bounces off the ropes...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

Zach Davis: Spinebuster!! The Monster and Oathbreaker charge towards Damien Kaine, knocking him down with a double shoulder tackle.

The Monster picks up Kaine...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Double military press gutbuster!!

Oathbreaker grabs Udy as Oblivion grabs Jaice Wilds and they throw them out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Sidney Warwick grabs Damian Kaine throws him into the corner...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Mr. Warwick sends Damian Kaine into the other corner...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Damian Kaine hits the turnbuckles HARD!! then falls to his knees, then collapsing to his face.

Oblivion: ARRRRRGGGH!!

The Monster, with a fistful of head of hair from Jaice Wilds...

WHOOSH-WHAM-CLANG!!

Freddy Whoa: The Monster threw Jaice Wilds into the ring steps like a dart!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Oathbreaker threw Udy into the ring barrier near the time keeper area.

CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG-CLANG!!!

Oblivion smashes the head of Jaice Wilds, causing a small laceration, which is making a small amount of blood trickle down the face of Jaice Wilds.

Sidney J. Warwick grabs Damian Kaine...

Zach Davis: OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE!!

Oblivion gets the stunned, bleeding Jaice Wilds in an inverted suplex position...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

STUNNER!!

Freddy Whoa: SOULTAKER!!!

Jaice Wilds spat blood everywhere!! The Monster picks up Wilds, dragging him to the commentary table. Oblivion runs to the ring, climbing to the top turnbuckle...

Zach Davis: NO!! NO!! NO!!

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

WHOOSH-WHAM-KABLAMWHAMMMOOOO!!!

At the same time... Oathbreaker charges towards Udy, who was leaning against the padded security railing.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!!

Zach Davis: THE TOMOHAWK BUSTER!!

Freddy Whoa: A charging shoulder tackle!!

The charging shoulder tackle was so forceful is knocked Udy through the padded security railing.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! THIS IS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!! THIS IS AWESOME!!

Zach Davis: The entire ringside area looks like a tornado has hit it!!

Freddy Whoa: Yes three tornadoes!!

Inside the ring, Sidney J. Warwick grabs Damian Kaine in a inverted DDT position. Warwick grabs the side of Kaine's trunks, picking him up slightly, as he goes backwards towards the mat. Kaine's head is implanted into the mat...

Zach Davis: PRIVILEGE CHECK!!

Freddy Whoa: Sidney Warwick makes the pin!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEE!!

Kyle Steel: The winners of this match... Sidney J. Warwick, Oathbreaker, and Oblivion!!!

Television Title Match
Marty Barrett vs John Rabid

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Television Championship!!

Survival by Muse hits and the arena goes black. Gold Sparks shower down the entranceway as Belinda appears,wearing a black glittery mini dress and smoking a cigarette from a long filter. Behind her comes the Bastard in a black sparkling robe. They slowly make their way down to the ring, Belinda flicking her cigarette into the crowd, The Bastard arms out welcoming the crowd reactions with a sneer.

Freddy Whoa: And it is time for our Television Championship match, ladies and gentlemen! I have to tell you Zach, I’ve been impressed with what we’ve seen from Marty Barrett so far.

Zach Davis: Well, it’s one thing to be impressed, it’s another to walk into the ring with a vicious fighter like John Rabid. To say he’s got his work cut out for him would be a massive understatement.

Upon reaching the ring, the lights go up and the Bastard climbs to the apron back to the camera revealing golden lettering Marty Barrett and hails to the sky as more Sparks shower down. He enters the ring with Belinda opening the ropes for him as he continues to soak in the moment. Belinda helps him disrobe, revealing long black tights with gold trim and golden boots.

The referee eyes his manager carefully, wondering whether to ask her to take a seat by the announcers, but before he can come to a decision, new music begins playing.

“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see John Rabid standing tall; arms out stretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as John's name appears on a Slam Graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's The Ripper hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight”.

Freddy Whoa: Love him or hate him, you can’t argue with the results. He is the WCF Television Champion, and until someone dethrones him, even if you don’t like it, you have to accept it.

Zach Davis: And that’s exactly what Barrett hopes to do tonight. I tell you, I love these kinds of matches, truly anything could happen when it comes to the Television Title!

Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the boo's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and waving his hapless opponent on with a cocky smirk on his face.

Barrett seems unfazed by Rabid’s arrogance, cracking his knuckles with an exaggerated motion as Rabid hands the belt calmly to the referee. The referee holds the title over his head and calls for the bell.

Rabid begins circling with a deliberate motion, not unlike a viper, keeping one eye on Marty and one eye on Belinda, who leans against the apron trying her hardest to look innocent. Barrett circles around slowly before holding out a hand to signal for a lockup.

Zach Davis: And we’ve heard Barrett described as somewhat of a technical wrestler, and these reports look accurate, as he’s hoping to start with some grappling.

Rabid’s face curls into a pointed grin, and he slowly approaches his opponent, reaching out to clasp his open hand…

But suddenly he grabs him by the wrist and yanks Marty forward into a hard chinlock! Marty stumbles awkwardly from the unexpected tactic, and Rabid wrenches the move, pulling his opponent’s head at an awkward angle!

Freddy Whoa: Someone call a chiropractor!

Barrett manages to keep his feet, but Rabid’s grip is cinched in like a vise, and he squeezes tightly.

Zach Davis: I think that Barrett is turning blue!

Freddy Whoa: This all started when Rabid took advantage of that lockup!

Zach Davis: Some would call it a veteran tactic, but I can think of a few better words!

Although the lock is quickly wearing Barrett down, it’s still early in the match, and he manages to pull himself slightly loose with a tremendous effort! Rabid tries to adjust his grip, and Marty uses the opportunity to grab him around the midsection! With a heave, Rabid is thrown up!

Zach Davis: Back suplex! What a counter!

Freddy Whoa: But wait!

Rabid is forced to let go of the hold as he’s picked up for a back suplex, and rolls, landing on his feet behind Barrett! He grabs him around the waist and seems to be looking for a German Suplex, but Barrett is able to rush forward, grabbing the top rope!

Rabid’s grip fails and he rolls backwards to avoid falling, but as he makes it back to his feet Barrett springs into action with a crossbody! He takes Rabid off of his feet, hooking the leg as they slam into the canvas!

The ref is there immediately to count the stunned Rabid!

1!

2!

No! Rabid is able to regain his senses despite the crossbody, rolling Barrett over with a small package!

1!

2!

No!

Barrett is able to kick out with an oomph as both men separate. Rabid is first to his feet, but Barrett charges forward, pushing into Rabid’s midsection and shoving him into the turnbuckle. Rabid tries to hold onto his opponent’s head with a headlock, but he leaves his midsection open, and fires a few hooks to the midsection!

Zach Davis: And some dirty boxing now from the challenger!

Freddy Whoa: Rabid’s going to need to ice those ribs for sure!

Rabid realizes that he needs to stop the strikes, and so releases the choke, shoving Barrett away, but the challenger is relentless now, grabbing Rabid to connect with a hard European uppercut! Rabid is shoved back into the corner, trying to recover from the assault. Barrett moves forward and tries to rake Rabid’s eyes, but Rabid sees him coming and spits right in his face!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Zach Davis: What a despicable tactic!

The referee immediately tries to chastise Rabid for his actions as Barrett turns away to wipe his face, but the distraction gives Rabid the opportunity he’s been waiting for, exploding out the corner with a boot to the spine! Barrett calls out in agony, his knees buckling as the crowd boos!

Freddy Whoa: I’ve never seen such despicable tactics!

Zach Davis: Well, not since Rabid’s last match.

Barrett turns towards his opponent, reeling from the kick, and Rabid runs forward, grabbing him by the head into a running bulldog! To make matters worse, he holds onto Barret’s head as they land, turning the move into a tight crossface chinlock!

Zach Davis: And now Rabid is turning this match back in his favor! What’s going to happen next??

Freddy Whoa: Knowing Rabid, it won’t be something good.

Rabid pulls hard on the move, twisting Barrett’s head at an awkward angle. The newcomer cries out but manages to keep his hands forward and crawls towards the rope! Rabid holds tight, but he’s not able to keep Barrett from moving forward! Barrett reaches out, his fingertips are inches away from freedom!

And Belinda grabs the rope, pushing it into his hand! Rabid’s eyes widen in surprise, but the referee fails to notice the motion, caught up in making sure the hold is legal! Rabid furiously rises to his feet, shouting swears at the top of his lungs towards Belinda, who backs up with her hands held up and a coy look on her face.

Freddy Whoa: I guess all’s fair in love and war.

Zach Davis: and Rabid doesn’t really have a chance to complain.

Rabid’s distraction has allowed Barrett to make it to the second rope, but Rabid turns around towards him. Rabid rushes him and Barrett gets the boot up. He flies off with an Axe Handle Smash attempt but Rabid catches him with a Dropkick! Barrett backs into the ropes, dazed, and Rabid runs at him.

Freddy Whoa: KINGDOM DESTROYER!

Rabid drops down and pins Barrett.

One..

Two..

Three.

Zach Davis: THE CHAMPION RETAINS!

The bell sounds and John Rabid stands up, breathing heavily after a hard fought matchup.

Freddy Whoa: The Bastard showed us what he brings to the table, and it was impressive - but it wasn't enough to defeat John Rabid here tonight, though I wouldn't be surprised if he had his number next time!

Rabid taunts to the camera as we go to commercial.

Andre Aquarius/Wade Moor vs Steven Singh/Bale Pascal

Freddy Whoa: We've got one helluva match up for you up next!

Zach Davis: DO we?

Freddy Whoa: Oh yeah, we've got BeachKrew vs Everest!

Zach Davis: Oh!

Freddy Whoa: The current People's Champ and current Tag-Trio champ against the next People's Title challenger and the former People's AND World Champ!

Zach Davis: Easy, Fred.

Freddy Whoa: Moore and Aquarius! Singh and Pascal! RIGHT NOW!

Zach Davis: Calm down, Freddy!

Freddy Whoa: DREAM MATCH! FIRST TIME EVER! PAY PER VIEW QUALITY!

Zach Davis: Good god man, you're going to have a heart attack.

U Mad by Vic Mensa hits the arena as 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 as Andre begins his descent down the ramp. With a smirk, he stops half way and points to the entry as the lights in the arena dim and the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp. Andre and Wade stride to the ring together and as Andre steps between the ropes, Moor puts his hand on the apron, slides his guitar in, and then slides in himself, slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.

Wade Moor: UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!

Freddy Whoa: BeachKrew is here and they are hungry! Wade can't be happy after dropping the People's Title to a newcomer and Aquarius has been on a tear as of late!

Zach Davis: Everest winning The Trios Cup means nothing to these men it would seem!

As he hands his effects to Jim Thuggin and the BK members ready themselves for the match, a sample of Battle Without Honor, made famous in Tarantino’s Kill Bill, brings the audience immediately to their feet with boos, hisses and general hate. 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’ “Untrust Us” plays now at full-volume. Out steps "The Superstar" Steven Singh--with the Tag Title around his waist and a Trios Title over his shoulder--followed immediately by Bale Pascal and Aapo Nikula--the manager sporting The People's Title over one shoulder and a Tag Team Title over the other. A pre-recorded voice over from David Sanchez bellows through the arena as they start toward the ring.

David Sanchez VO: WE ARE EVEREST....And from up here...You all look like ants.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like they're dragging both Tag Titles out here for no purpose other than lording it over BeachKrew. Bale isn't even a tag champ!

Zach Davis: Well maybe not technically but upon winning the titles, Everest did declare that they'd be defending under FreEverest Rules so who knows what the hell they're doing.

Freddy Whoa: FreEverest Rules? Can they do that?

Zach Davis: I have no idea, it would seem Seth was either too drunk or too busy hate-masturbating to pictures of Tort to notice!

Freddy Whoa: Either way, it doesn't really matter because drunk Seth also said they're not defending those titles until AFTER Ultimate Showdown!

Zach Davis: God, who did they blow to get that kind of protection?!

As Singh takes his time getting to the ring, jawing with fans as he sees fit, Bale strides with purpose toward the ring. Before they can enter however, Wade Moor has produced a microphone.

Wade Moor: Cut the music! I look down at the ring and you know what I see Andre?

Andre Aquarius: What's that bruh bruh?

Wade Moor: Just a couple of #fuccbois asking for some #wrestlinggenocide

Andre Aquarius: Straight up, my cracka!

Wade Moor shoots a furious look at the Least Favorite Earth Child.

Andre Aquarius: My nigga?

Wade slaps Andre brotherly on the chest and they refocus their attention on the ring.

Wade Moor: Bale, I gotta say, that People's Championship looks pretty good over your shoulder...it symbolizes pure mediocrity in this business. You actually did me a favor when you blindsided me at Asesinato...

Crowd oohs.

Wade Moor: Yeah, when you blindsided me...you unshackled me from a division that doesn't deserve my talent or prowess. I am the God of these People, the best of Pantheon and #beachkrew wrapped in one vicious package...but I have my eye on a new prize.

Andre smiles and licks his chops.

Wade Moor: My boi Andre and I...see, two young thuggas straight outta Murdertown always have their eyes on the prize.

Andre Aquarius: and we see those tag titles that Everest is running into the ground...and uh, we want them. So what do you two pussies say? You putting them on the line tonight or nah?

Crowd starts to heat up.

Wade Moor: That is, if you FrEverest plebs aren't too busy hiding behind Seth's skirt?

Bale Pascal: I'll embarrass you for any title, any time. And there is no time like the present.

Aapo Nikula: Bale, hold your tongue! Under no circumstance will Everest be putting any titles on the line!

Steven Singh: Now Aapo, you certainly didn't earn any of those titles so let's just take it easy with all the orders. You guys want this to be a Tag Title match?

Wade Moor: The Ocean demands new Tag SEAm Champions!

Singh hands his Trios title off to Aapo and climbs into the ring, holding his tag title out in front of him.

Steven Singh: And how about you Faithful Stevenites?! Do you want your Golden God and The People's Champion to grant these fuckchops a Tag Title shot?!

The crowd roars approval as outside the Aapo waves his arms frantically as Bale rolls under the bottom rope, always read for a fight.

Steven Singh: Well then you're all in luck. Despite the fact that we are under absolutely NO obligation to defend these titles until after Ultimate Showdown, let it never be said that Everest are not FIGHTING champions!

Singh shoves his title into the chest of the referee as Aquarius and Moor smile and the crowd reaches a pitch.

Steven Singh: Because starting NEXT WEEK we will be defending these titles under FreEverest Rules in an open challenge format! You're all welcome! Maybe try back then, mulkies.

The tide of his rage cresting over, Moor rushes Singh and levels him with a flying forearm before mounting him with right hands. Bale goes to pull him off but is dropkicked away by Andre Aquarius. Aquarius stomps Bale out of the ring as Beachkrew begins working over Singh. It’s two on one as Wade smacks Singh with a very watery uppercut stumbling him backwards right into a side russian leg sweep from Aquarius. They pull Singh back up, Moor picks him up and bends him over his knee with a backbreaker then Andre comes springboards off the middle rope with a knee drop across the throat of Singh.

Freddy Whoa: It looks like if Everest won’t ‘bend the knee’ Moor is going to bend their back!

Finally, the referee is getting control of this match as he escorts Wade Moor out of the ring while Aquarius stomps away at Singh. The referee backs Aquarius up as Singh pulls himself up with the ropes and Bale has finally made his way to Everest’s corner. With just two men in the ring and both on their feet, the referee finally calls for the bell. Immediately upon it, Andre comes flying at Singh, grabs him by the head and.

Freddy Whoa: #SLICEDBREHNUMBER 2! Right off the bat! A pin from Andre!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT BY SINGH!

Zach Davis: That was almost it already! Between that efficient prematch pummeling and a quick slicedbrehnumber2, Aquarius almost had Singh!

Aquarius follows it up with a series of three quick leg drops to the downed Singh.

Zach Davis: Prince Lightskin is on fire! And now he has Singh back up and slaps on a headlock.

Singh fights toward his corner but falls to one knee.

Freddy Whoa: Andre Aquarius has been on quite a tear since his return and is making a statement here controlling the action.

Singh musters his strength and lifts AA overhead with a side suplex but Aquarius flips out of it, landing on his feet. Before Singh can fully recover, Aquarius dropkicks him in the back of the head sending Singh sprawling.

Zach Davis: Aquarius kicked Singh right into his corner! He tags Bale Pascal in! This is the man Andre Aquarius will face next month for The People’s Title!

Andre smiles at Pascal as he enters the ring and the two men circle each other in a preview of the People’s Title match to come. Wade Moor is slapping the top turnbuckle, yelling to his partner to tag him in.

Freddy Whoa: Moor wants revenge for his upset loss at Asesinato! And he’s going to get it!

Andre obliges Broseidon with a tag and he comes in like a house of fire. He floors Bale with a flying cross chop. Bale is quick up and then sent down with a flying shoulder tackle. Bale up once more and Moor drops him with a high lift spinebuster.

Zach Davis: The combination of speed and power that Wade Moor possesses is not natural!

Moor now stalking the downed Bale, readying for a Po or Bro-seidon punch. Seeing him set his sights on Bale, Singh rushes the ring only to get caught by the former World Champ with a flapjack into the turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Three Sheets to the Wind on Singh! He rolls back out of the ring where he belongs and this match has been ALL BeachKrew!

Just as the words leave Freddy’s mouth, Bale blindsides Moor with a roaring elbow. Moor slumps to the mat and Bale falls on top of him for a pin.

ONE

TWO

Zach Davis: NO! A kickout from Moor!

Moor makes his way back to his feet as Bale slaps on a front face lock and begins punishing the big man’s midsection with knees. Bale pushes Moor back to the Everest corner and makes the tag to Singh. As Singh enters, Bale puts the double underhooks on Moor and lays into him with the headbutts while Singh sneaks behind. Bale releases him and then Singh drops Moor on the back of his head with a half and half suplex.

Zach Davis: A pin from Singh!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: NO! Broken up by Aquarius! Aquarius

Aquarius with a basement dropkick to Singh’s head prompts Bale to climb into the ring only to be met with a pele kick.

Freddy Whoa: #Pepekick from Aquarius! Singh back up and Aquarius throws a kick at him but it’s caught by Singh! Singh with a dragonscrew takeover which he holds on to and drags Aquarius back up.

Zach Davis: Singh levelled by Godnilla! Wade with a Broseidon Punch out of nowhere! Wade falls to the mat next to Singh!

Freddy Whoa: This one is over! Moor just needs to pin Singh!

With both men down Aquarius grabs Moor and drags him to their corner steps back out onto the apron and then tags himself in.

Zach Davis: Can he do that?

Freddy Whoa: Too late! He already did!

He heads right over to Singh who has since rolled to his stomach and is crawling towards the Everest corner. Aquarius, however, kicks Singh’s outstretched hand away and then begins stomping on the back of his head ruthlessly. Aquarius waits for Singh to get up, bounces off the roeps and comes back with a cross body block but is caught by Singh. Singh lifts him for a Snitchinoku Driver but AA floats over his shoulders and then drills him between the legs with a low blow. Singh stumbles into the corner and Aquarius follows it up with a step up knee to the Tag Team Champion.

Freddy Whoa; #Wipeout! Aquarius is nailing everything tonight!

Singh slumps to the mat as Aquarius points to his partner and tags the most recent People’s Champion in. Aquarius gets back to the apron as Wade measures Singh for a.

Freddy Whoa: CAAAANON BALL! NO! Nobody’s home and Wade goes bouncing off that bottom turnbuckle! And Singh is crawling to his corner as Wade gets back to his feet!

Zach Davis: Wade trying to keep Singh from making the tag...He’s got ahold of Singh’s foot...Singh fights back but Moor has him...but Singh stretches and just makes the tag to Pascal!

Freddy Whoa: Moor pulls Singh in for a clothesline but it’s ducked by Singh leading Wade right into a bicycle kick from Bale!

At the exact same moment, Pascal’s manager Aapo Nikula has climbed up on the apron and is yelling to the referee. The referee turns around to scold the manager off the apron, providing Singh with a perfect moment to pull those golden knuckles out of his tights and drill Moor right on the button with them.

Freddy Whoa: Midas Touch! Moor is out but before he can collapse, Bale jumps on top of him with a cross face chicken wing! And of course now Aapo hops off the apron! The ref is checking on Moor!

Zach Davis: Here comes Aquarius again!

Freddy Whoa: NO! He’s….Aapo Nikula is holding onto Andre’s foot for dear life! Moor is out and the referee has to call it! He’s signalling for the bell just as Aquarius kicks Nikula off of him and comes charging at Bale Pascal!

Zach Davis: The match is over, Everest has stolen this one with a hearty assist from Aapo Nikula!

Freddy Whoa: But Andre Aquarius is all over Bale! A flurry of rights and lefts forcing the man to break the hold!

Moor his the mat as Aquarius mounts Pascal who wriggles and squirms to get away and into a better defensive position as AA tries to rain blows down upon him. Singh manages to pull Aquarius off his partner before both Everest members slip out of the ring, victorious. Aapo has wheezed his way over to collect all their titles as “Battle Without Honor” hits and the three men make their way up the ramp.

Kyle Kemp/Mikey eXtreme vs Dion Necurat/Teddy Del Sol

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 falsh 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 nd 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 slides into the ring and instead of getting up, crawls into his corner and rocks back and forth while laughing. Freakshow circles the ring while Vidalia begins whispering into Mikey's ear.

"Better Than You" by Sammy Adams plays as Kyle Kemp walks out onto the stage and looks out at the people with a sneer. He slowly walks down to the ring and sees a fan holding a Teo Del Sol sign. He rips it out of the fans hand and rips it in his face while laughing. The fan starts screaming obscenities at him and Kemp flips him off before walking to the ring. He climbs inside and looks at Mikey rocking back and forth and rolls his eyes at him. Mikey looks up at him and Kemp just ignores him as he walks over to another turnbuckle and leans against it.

Kyle Steel: And his partner from Chicago Illinois Kyle Kemp!

Kemp just keeps looking forward and not saying anything.

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

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

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

Kyle Steel: And their opponents, introducing first, Teo Del Sol!

"Leaving Dionysus" by Leaving Dionysus 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, raising a scepter of Dionysus toward the crowd and starts banging the shaft 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 scepter 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 his partner, Dion Necurat!

Dion slides out of the ring to put his shield down at ringside while Teo Del Sol looks at him with a smile. He turns to their turnbuckle and begins to hype himself up when Kyle Kemp runs and crushes him in the turnbuckle.

Ding Ding

Zach Davis: That's a punk move by Kyle Kemp!

Freddy Whoa: Have you not forgotten who he is?

Kemp quickly pulls Teo away from the turnbuckle as Dion tries to get into the ring. The referee quickly stops Dion from getting into the ring, turning his back on Kemp who mounts Teo in the middle of the ring and starts to hit him with stiff rights to the jaw. The referee finally turns around and Kemp gets off of Teo. He pulls up Teo and holds onto him while he tags in Mikey. Kemp continues to hold onto Teo while Mikey punches Teo in the ribs who doubles over in pain.

Zach Davis: Kemp and Mikey are quickly trying to cut Teo off here.

Mikey quickly pounces on Teo with kicks to the ribs. Teo continues to scream out in pain as Mikey stomps away, laughing while doing so. He finally pulls up Del Sol and whips him into the turnbuckle where Kemp is standing. He runs forward and slams Teo into the turnbuckle who then falls down into a sitting position. Mikey tags in Kemp who starts kicking Teo and then he tags in Mikey who does the same. This goes back and forth a couple of times until Kemp stays in. He pulls Teo up and talks trash to him as Teo holds his ribs with one arm. Kemp quickly grabs him in a hug and hits a belly to belly suplex.

Zach Davis: Kemp is going for the pin!

1...2...kickout!

Freddy Whoa: That was so close!

Kemp looks up at the referee, clearly annoyed. He turns as he stands up and talks trash to Dion. However his trash talk is interrupted by Teo rolling him up from behind.

1...2..kickout!

Freddy Whoa: That's what happens when you don't keep your eye on the prize.

Kemp quickly stands up and punches Teo in the face who crumples to the ground. He takes a step back when he is surprised by a slap to the back. Mikey has tagged himself in. Both men look at each other with Mikey giving Kemp that pyschotic look. Kemp puts his hands up as if to say alright and steps out. Mikey goes over to Teo who is starting to get up. As Mikey reaches for Teo he is hit with a surprise Enziguri from Del Sol!

Zach Davis: This is a chance for Del Sol and Dion to get back into this matchup!

Teo quickly dashes over and dives to his corner, tagging in Dion. Dion runs forward and hits Mikey with a clothesline. Mikey pops back up and gets hit with another. Now Kemp gets in and goes for a clothesline but Dion ducks and then hits Kemp with a clothesline. Both men are down but struggling to get up as Teo climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and hits a dive onto Mikey and Kemp. However after hitting them Teo starts grabbing his ribs.

Zach Davis: What a move by Teo Del Sol!

Dion quickly goes to pin Kemp but the referee tells him he is not the legal man. He stands up and turns to go to Mikey but Kemp grabs his leg. Dion looks down at Kemp and then back up in time to see Mikey hit him with a spear. Dion slams to the mat and Kemp quickly pops up and runs forward and knocks Teo out of the ring. Dion is down and Mikey pulls him up and smiles at Kemp who is motioning for Mikey to throw him his way. Mikey whips him over to Kemp who immediately hits him with a stun gun and Dion hits the ground. Kemp quickly runs and bounces off the ropes on the other side and hits Dion with a punt on the way back.

Freddy Whoa: Back to the Minors!

Kemp quickly slides out of the ring while Mikey lays down on top of Dion. Kemp holds Teo from getting back into the ring.

1...

2...

3!

Zach Davis: I can't believe this!

Freddy Whoa: How did Kemp and Mikey eXtreme work so well together?

Zach Davis: What a terrible week for Dion Necurat! First the shenanigans at Asesinato and then this!

Dion rolls out of the ring as Mikey and Kemp both hold their hands up in the ring. Mikey and Kemp turn and look at each other. Mikey is laughing maniacally and Kemp just looks at him with disgust. With the match no over Kemp just rolls his eyes at Mikey and slides out of the ring. He walks back up the ramp, taunting the fans while Mikey, Freakshow and Vidalia gather in the ring.

David Sanchez vs Kevin Bishop

Zach Davis: IT'S TIME! IT'S TIME!

Freddy Whoa: IT'S MAIN EVENT TIME!

The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the screen does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches..

The song plays on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears center stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with cut-off, black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present, as well as the everyday struggles and politics of being the mayor, this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.

David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing their hatred towards him, even as he rebuilds their city, he was still always known as the bad guy. He begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lens of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring, causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.

I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
‘Got a bullet with your name on it.

As the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo, David Sanchez slides under the bottom ropes and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.

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

The two men meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading punches instantly!

Freddy Whoa: A lot of heat between these two! Many predicted that either Kevin Bishop or David Sanchez would walk out of Asesinato as the number one contender, and David Sanchez was the one to do it. Kevin Bishop must feel like he has something to prove!

Sanchez gains the upper hand and pushes Bishop into the ropes. He sends Bishop across the ring and executes a Tiltawhirl Gutbuster as he comes back. He then starts stomping away at him.

Zach Davis: Kevin Bishop, a few weeks ago, was on top of the wrestling world but he's suffered a lot of setbacks as of late - tonight is his chance to get back on top.

Freddy Whoa: What about David Sanchez? Since winning Final Destination at One he's suffered setback after setback himself!

Sanchez lifts Bishop up and hits a series of European Uppercuts before tossing him out of the ring. He then climbs out with him and throws him into the ring steps!

Zach Davis: OOF! We know Sanchez is tough, he doesn't need to resort to this!

He lifts him up again and goes to whip him all the way to the other side - but Bishop reverses the irish whip attempt and sends Sanchez into the steps instead!

Freddy Whoa: Bishop getting the first taste of control in this matchup!

Bishop runs at Sanchez and executes a Dropkick, ramming Sanchez's body into the steps. He grabs him and executes an Exploder Suplex into the guardrail!

Zach Davis: God DAMN! Bishop is on fire!

Bishop lifts Sanchez up and rolls him into the ring before sliding in and going for the pin.

One..

Two..

No, kickout from Sanchez.

Freddy Whoa: We already have enough contenders for the World Title, Sanchez doesn't want to let himself get beat here and have Bishop stake a claim.

The Plague lifts Sanchez up and executes a Snap Brainbuster!, before going for another pin.

One..

Two..

Another kickout.

Zach Davis: Everything Bishop does is crisp and done to perfection. These two men are the pinnacle of WCF - but only one can walk out as a winner tonight.

Freddy Whoa: Uh, Zach, I think Jared Holmes would lay claim to being the one and only pinnacle in our company.

Bishop lifts Sanchez up and grapples him for a German Suplex, but Sanchez elbows his way out of it. Bishop runs at Sanchez and Sanches catches him with a palm strike to the solar plexus. He follows up with a Kitchen Sink knee to the gut, doubling Bishop over. Bishop stumbles up and Sanchez grapples him from behind... Dragon Suplex!, into the pin!

One..

Two..

Bishop gets the shoulder up!

Zach Davis: How does anyone survive their neck getting destroyed like that!?

Sanchez lifts Bishop up and goes to irish whip him, Bishop reverses it and sends Sanchez to the ropes instead. Kevin goes to catch him for the Cast Out but Sanchez has it scouted and leapfrogs. Sanchez hits the ropes, bounces back, and hits a Bicycle Kick to the back of Bishop's head!

Freddy Whoa: REARVIEW MIRROR! RVM!

Sanchez drops down and pins Bishop.

One...

Two...

No!, kickout from Kevin Bishop!

Zach Davis: This match could main event a PPV for the World Title, and both of these men know it.

Sanchez lifts Bishop up and Bishop stuns him with a Jawbreaker. He then pulls him in and hits a Plagueinoku Driver out of nowhere!

Freddy Whoa: Sanchez's back and neck driven into the mat!

Bishop pulls him up and hits a Butterfly Suplex. Then another one.

Zach Davis: We all know what's coming, it's Inevitable...

As Sanchez is lifted up for the third time he's able to see the Butterfly Suplex coming and reverses it, sending Bishop flying. Bishop lands on his feet and runs to the ropes, Springboards.

Freddy Whoa: THE BLACK DEATH!

Zach Davis: DOWN BOY! STRIKE TO BISHOP'S THROAT!

Sanchez reverses the Black Death attempt with the Down Boy! Bishop stumbles to his feet and Sanchez pulls him in...

Freddy Whoa: HOLLOW DREAMS!

Sanchez pins Bishop after completing the move, hooking his leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE!

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Hell of a win here for David Sanchez!

Sanchez stands up and gets his arm raised.

Freddy Whoa: He's a few short weeks away for the biggest match in his WCF career, a match he's been waiting YEARS for! And it looks like he's as focused as he's ever been!

Zach Davis: I can't wait. I really can't! I CAN'T, FREDDY!

Freddy Whoa: Calm down, Zach. Jesus.

Sanchez grins into the camera as we fade to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Five Minute World Title Contendership Battle Royal

Teddy Blaze Segment

Danny Gordy vs Sunday Ikodu vs El Fedora Blanco

Lilith/Trey Carter vs The Very Big Alliance

Sidney J. Warwick/Oblivion/Oath Breaker vs Damian Kaine/Jaice Wilds/Udy

Television Title Match: Marty Barrett vs John Rabid

Andre Aquarius/Wade Moor vs Steven Singh/Bale Pascal

Kyle Kemp/Mikey eXtreme vs Dion Necurat/Teddy Blaze

David Sanchez vs Kevin Bishop

Of The Week

Wrestler:
The Very Big Alliance
Match:
Marty Barrett vs John Rabid
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Jared Holmes
Television:
John Rabid
Hardcore:
Andre Holmes
People's:
Wade Moor
Internet:
Lilith
Alpha:
Sidney J. Warwick
Tag Team:
Everest
Trios:
Everest