the WesBanco Arena in Wheeling, West Virginia
This Week's Theme Song: Wonderwall by Oasis
The lights in the WesBanco arena flicker as a sample of Battle Without Honor plays for a few seconds before being replaced by Crystal Castles’ Untrust Us, signalling that the arrival of Everest is near. The crowd boos almost religiously; but for a rogue scattering of smarks who know true talent when they see it. Aapo Nikula is first to emerge from the curtain; followed by his client, the People’s Champion, Bale Pascal. Then follows the Tag Champions, Ethan King and Steven Singh; each with a belt on either shoulder, followed finally by Taylor Wright, who carries the remaining Trios gold for some unknown reason.
Freddy Whoa: Another strong pay per-view showing for the team of Everest. Ethan was able to kill some jobbers, Pascal retained the People’s Championship against Prince Lightskin and David Sanchez; mysterious by his absence-- almost captured the World Championship in one hell of a fatal four-way main event.
Zach Davis: Almost? He might not have actually won the belt; but he damn sure took it with him when he left Madison Square Garden. According to my sources, he’s been travelling with the belt in his possession since New York.
The entirety of Everest walks the length of the ramp; led into the ring by Aapo Nikula who takes position in a far corner; where he’s handed six separate championships individually as each wrestler enters the ring to zero fanfare and some weird-ass music. Each man is wearing the same plain black t-shirt; emblazoned with the slogan: ‘You Deserve It.’ The four competitors soak up the heat for a moment before they each take a corner; Bale heading to the one Nikula had been keeping warm for him. With Pascal now in place, Aapo moves to the spectator’s corner where he stands stationary next to Mr. Wright; covered in other people’s gold. Before long, the beat of the electronic drum dies and each individual insult can be heard echoing throughout the West Virginia arena. Mostly they consist of nazi-based humor directed at Nikula. But the odd ‘boring!’ or ‘you guys suck eggs’ still manages to be heard. All four begin a slow clap now; which almost sparks up the same effort from the crowd. Almost…
David Sanchez: You’ll forgive me for wanting to savour this moment alone; it’s just, I’ve been waiting a long time to make this walk to the ring. The least you fuckin’ Dancing Queens can do is let me enjoy it.
David’s voice comes from somewhere off-camera; getting closer, until finally arriving in the form of a sharply dressed Columbian nearing forty at the top of the ramp. Complete with the World Championship draped over his right shoulder; a rare sight given his usual mistreatment of the titles he feels to be worthless and tainted. He smiles out at the crowd who in turn, spurn his advances. He shifts the weight of the belt onto his other shoulder; revealing his own t-shirt, this one reading: ‘I Deserve It.’
David Sanchez: Is it just me, or does this right here just feel, uh I dunno… right?
He taked the championship into his arms now before cradling it in front of him; raising the front to his face and planting a gentle, yet passionate smooch on the faceplate. It’s with a crushing realization in his eye though that he then places the belt facing down on the center of the ramp and continues down it; stepping over and leaving the belt behind. Before finally reaching and subsequently entering the ring, where he’s still being applauded by his Everest brother in arms. Without so much as a second glance at his own Trios Championship that was adding to Aapo’s current image; the company coathanger, or belthanger as it were.
David Sanchez:Do not adjust your hired purchase televisions, you slavering shower of Costco cashiers and fat-camp failures. Neither your eyes, nor your cable provider are lying to you. It’s true… the unthinkable has happened-- ladies and gentlemen; your new World Champion… the new face of the WCF… Dion ‘Not Homeless Anymore’ Necurat!!”
With a lot of hand gesturing to somebody in the production truck; Sanchez opens his arms and allows for a giant, unflattering picture of Dion’s face superimposed onto a garden variety hobo enjoying a forkful of warm beans from the tin to cascade down, creating a backdrop for him now as he speaks. This generates a lot of boos, but probably makes Seth a lot of money; those beans product placements can be big bucks. Next to Kraft Mac ‘n’ Cheese, that was pretty much the dream.
David Sanchez: Can’t say I seen that one coming. Could’ve probably called Flash; if I hadn’t been-- oh I dunno, actually coming to fucking work for the month leading up to the PPV? But that’s not really my bag to carry. I think he and Jared are finally go fuck at One; maybe it’ll open the show? Who knows. At this point; that’s where I’d have them. Anyway, as I was saying, the way things went down last week have led us to where we are right now-- right here in West Massachusetts!!
The West Virginia crowd boos louder than ever, one lady throws her prosthetic leg towards us; but it simply bounces off the ropes and lands in front of a disinterested Steven Singh. Who, in turn signs it in Sharpie; another sterling marketing move, and sinks back into his cellphone. Dumping it onto the mats at ringside carelessly.
David Sanchez: West Virginia… whatever. If it’s outside of North Avenue these days it might as well be Bosnia or Baghdad. There’s just no end to the depths of these backwoods slums Seth drags us to. Sorry, it can get a little confusing on the road-- that’s an insider expression wrestlers use for the life lived travelling between shows; something which I can actually fuckin’ relate to unlike oh… EVERYBODY ELSE!!!... present company excluded, of course.
The Mayor nods with a smile at Singh, who doesn’t even notice.
David Sanchez: See, I’m the guy that’s meant to be out here right now; talking about how taking two years worth of unsatisfactory and handsy, anal play was all worth it because I’ve finally… blah blah blah… heart-warming sentiments… yada yada yada… looking towards Showdown to leave my mark. Et cetera, et cetera..”
The crowd pops, cheering for the first time since Everest arrived. The Ultimate Showdown match was shaping up to be a five-star; unlike last year’s who’s who of nobodies.
David Sanchez: That’s just not the case though, but I’m not mad Dion. You did what any hobo does when he’s hungry for something he can’t afford… he fuckin’ takes. And boy did you take the big piece of chicken with this one. Right out from under dad’s nose too, no-less. That takes balls man, and a certain level of skill in this craft, I guess-- both of which combined have earned you the right to come out, pick up your belt and make some poxy celebratory speech about how you’re going to defend the belt with valor and how it’s not going to change you… even though you’re not fuckin’ booked tonight and even Jared showed up for the odd jobber kill. Start as you mean to go on though, eh lads. How disappointing; another part-time, placeholder to fill the void until I finally seal the deal. Come now, Dion. Let us all share in celebration… fans, rejoice and chant with me!
Everest do their best to encourage the crowd; but only serve to rile them further.
David Sanchez: I DESERVE IT!! I DESERVE IT!! I DESERVE IT!!
The fans, as always make up their own minds.
Crowd: DION!! DION!! DION!!
As though to answer the call of the fans, “Leaving Dionysus” began to play throughout the arena. The crowd roared as Dionysus, The Master of Revels, walked out to crash David Sanchez’s pre-victory party with the title he stole. Dionysus was dressed in his usual purple suit, but that was under a pristine white toga, strapped over one shoulder. He stood on the stage, staring down David Sanchez and the rest of Everest…as he snapped his fingers. He stood, arms at his sides, as four of his legion stepped out from backstage as well. They lined the stage as Dionysus walked methodically towards the faction, as he requested a microphone from a stage hand.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes Dionysus, confronting Everest…on his own?
Zach Davis: He’s either incredibly bold, or incredibly stupid.
Freddy Whoa: My guess? He’s both!
Dionysus climbed into the ring, looking directly at David Sanchez. He paid no mind to the other members of Everest. Dionysus kept within arm’s reach of Sanchez as the faction surrounded the two.
Dionysus: I believe…you have something that belongs to me.
The crowd cheered, and even moreso as he slapped his hand on the belt plate. The other members of Everest started to step forward, but Sanchez held up a hand to stay them. Slowly, contemplating what he wanted to do next, Sanchez slid the title off of his shoulder. He held the title with two hands, looking over Dionysus as the other members of Everest took a step back. Sanchez suddenly stepped forward, as though he were going to hit Dionysus with the belt. Dionysus stood, unmoving as Sanchez did so.
Zach Davis: Confidence showing on the newly crowned World Heavyweight Champion!
Freddy Whoa: I wouldn’t mess with him now.
Sanchez clicked his tongue, handing the belt over to Dionysus. Dionysus grinned, graciously accepting his new gold, to the crowd’s approval. He felt the weight of the belt again as he draped it over his shoulder.
Dionysus: David, you and I both know that if I hadn’t won this last week, it should have gone to you. You are absolutely right; you DO deserve it!
The crowd started to boo, but Dionysus held his hand up.
Dionysus: You do deserve it…once you win it.
The crowd cheered again, as Dionysus’s focus was completely on Sanchez’s gaze. He pointed his microphone back at the homeless image behind him.
Dionysus: You see…the difference between you and I is that I know who I get in the ring with week in and week out. I know I am not a caliber wrestler like so many others backstage. I know that I could have just as easily lost that match last week, and I’d be back in the lowcard, making some other competitor look better. However…
He was drowned out by the crowd’s combination of boos and chants.
Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! YOU DESERVE IT!
He held the microphone up again to get the crowd to calm down.
Dionysus: Over the last several months, I decided that this was not who I would end up being. I wanted to make a name for myself; I wanted to come out from the shadows and finally show who I am and what I am capable of. And through my own hard work and determination…I now stand here, as your WCF World Heavyweight Champion.
As the crowd cheered, Dionysus lifted the belt off his shoulders, holding it aloft while Sanchez stared daggers at him.
Dionysus: I am a man of my word, David. I said I would honor a title match with you, and you will most certainly get one…but only after The Ultimate Showdown. After all, you DO have a chance to win the title from me there, yes? …Then again…so do the rest of Everest….well, this ought to be interesting.
Dionysus nodded to each member in kind as he made his way out of the ring, and started walking up the ramp.
Dionysus: And as for not being booked tonight…well, I would LIKE to compete, but there is the matter of some…religious business I must attend to.
He turned toward the big screen, revealing a room filled with bottles of wine, a thin layer of steam, and several women wearing loose-fitting clothing as they celebrated their leader’s victory. The crowd cheered, hooted and hollered as they saw the women dance and twirl around, one stepping forward into full view of the camera.
Muse: Come, Dionysus…the revelry is about to begin.
A loud wolf whistle cut through the crowd’s cheering, as Dionysus cackled like a madman.
Dionysus: I shall be with you shortly!
He turned back toward the crowd, their cheers getting louder.
Dionysus: Good people! I encourage each and every one of you to join us in our grand revelry in celebration of my victory! All are welcome! Even you, Everest!
Zach Davis: Well screw calling the matches, I’m going with him!
Freddy Whoa: Sit down, Zach.
Zach Davis: An equally strong presence from the new World Heavyweight Champion, Dionysus to open up Slam!
Dionysus walked backwards up the ramp, holding his title in the air, as Everest looked on, eagerly awaiting their moment to claim the belt from him.
Marty Barrett vs Troy Wilson
The crowd explodes into cheers as “Not Afraid” by Eminem begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Troy “The Golden Boy” Wilson steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is our opening contest and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York-- “The Golden Boy” … TROY WILSON!!!
His eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: A rare newcomer to the WCF making his debut tonight, but he’s got his work cut-out for him against the second generation superstar, Marty Barrett.
Zach Davis: Word on the street is that this kid’s the next big thing. How many times have you heard that in this job, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: It’d be easier to the list the guys who haven’t been dubbed as the next wrestling savant, can we do that instead?
Seth Lerch: I'll start! Jayson Price.
Zach Davis: Where'd you come from!?
Seth Lerch: Bye!
A large wooden horse is pushed to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What.. what is this?
Several WCF workers push the horse all the way to ringside. Annoyed, Trey gets out of the ring and begins snooping around it, seeing what the deal is.
Zach Davis: This feels kind of familiar-
As Trey nears the door, Marty pops the door open and it hits Trey in the face!
Freddy Whoa: What the?!
Zach Davis: The bell didn't ring, there's no disqualification for that!
Marty quickly throws Trey into the ring and then climbs in himself. The bell quickly rings.
Freddy Whoa: After that sneak attack the match is on!
Marty stomps Trey several times before lifting him to his feet. Trey has had enough and he snaps off a pele’ kick that misses
Marty Barrett by a matter of mere inches. Brushing off his early walk so close to the edge, Barrette regains his footing. Allowing Both men to meet in the center of the ring. Troy quickly lunges forward, and ties up with Marty. In the lock up though, the bastard takes a quick advantage as he pulls Troy’s head in further, and locks him into a headlock. Troy quickly finds a way out, and pushes Barrett into the ropes. Dropping him with a hip toss that he fluently follows with a cartwheel and finally a low dropkick to the chest of a seated Bastard; much to the distaste of Belinda.
Freddy Whoa: Great athleticism from the new kid on the block tonight Zach. There was no wasted motion in that last sequence.
Zach Davis: A quick Google search on the guy’s not giving up much information but if this is anything to go by, then Troy Wilson could be something for our Alpha Champion; SJW to start thinking about.
Troy shows his inexperience, getting a little caught up in the fanfare he’s receiving and gives Marty enough time to get up, charge and deliver him a shoulder block. With Wilson lying on his back in the center of the ring, Barrett runs back towards the ropes, on the rebound though, Troy flips over to his stomach; forcing Marty to jump over him and run towards the ropes across the ring. He comes sprinting back though, just as Troy gets up from the mat. Barrett comes back with too much momentum though and bulldozes through him, flattening the Golden Boy with a Lou Thesz press before unleashing a plethora of rights and lefts.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Barrett unloading those closed-fist punches into the face of this rookie. Welcome to the Dub Troy!
Zach Davis: The referee’s started his count of five; warning Marty that if he doesn’t cease this barrage of illegal strikes in due time, he’ll be disqualified.
Freddy Whoa: WCF is having a recruitment drive right now, as we enter the Summer and the fans start wanting to see some fresh faces. I’ve gotta think that maybe outright punching those faces probably isn’t the best marketing ploy.
Belinda shouts for her man to keep it up; ensuring that he uses the entirety of the the count before he pops back to his feet. Troy stands up from the mat and is immediately reintroduced to the canvas courtesy of a vertical suplex. Marty springs back from the mat, and retakes his vertical base, leaving Troy to crawl towards the ropes for assistance in getting there himself. With his footing established, Troy quickly turns around as Marty comes back in and blasts a sharp spinning elbow to the face of the Bastard. The strike rocks Barrett and sends him down to the mat. Where he also gets a sharp kick to the stomach. Before Wilson takes to the air and executes a standing moonsault before hooking the outside leg.
Freddy Whoa: Nope. There’s a lot more fight in Marty Barrett than that kid. Keep it coming.
Zach Davis: So far, he’s holding his own. But the longer this one goes, the more it’s gotta favour the Bastard. Add to that Belinda’s presence on the outside and it’s a tall mountain for anyone to climb.
Barrett quickly powers out of the pinfall attempt. Troy quickly makes his way back up to his feet with the Bastard not too far behind him. Eating another sharp blow to the stomach, Barrett is bent over once again. Troy then pulls Marty back up and places his arms around his waist. Then, he places Barrett’s arm around his head, and prepares for the northern lights suplex. Unfortunately though, this all takes place a little too close to the ropes and Belinda is able to grab ahold of Marty’s legs, the extra weight proving too much for the Golden Boy. Straining his back, he gives up on the move and steps away, only to be kicked directly in the gooch with tip of Marty’s wrestling boot as the referee warns Belinda for interfering.
Freddy Whoa: Can we retract that earlier welcome to the WCF? This seems a lot more fitting.
Zach Davis: Marty Barrett isn’t looking to become somebody’s Cherry Poppins tonight Freddy. He’s doing everything he can to keep this energetic kid grounded.
With Troy down on the mat, turning pale and nursing his taint Marty looks down at his opponent with disdain before jumping up, and landing an effortless knee-drop to the brow of Troy Wilson, he then rolls over and back to his feet. The Golden Boy holds clutches his forehead as he begins to stands up from the mat. When he gets there, Marty lands a stiff boxing like jab to his face. The shot sends Troy back a bit, before Marty lands another sharp right to the face. As he attempts a third jab though, Troy ducks under. Then when turns back around from the missed punch, he is hit by a step up enziguri from Troy!
Freddy Whoa: Troy Wilson has got the advantage here after that enziguri, but is he going to be able to capitalize after that dick-kick and a fw punches to the face?
Zach Davis: I think this is going to be a make or break moment for the rookie from Brooklyn. Give ‘em hell kid. Make your mark!
When Barrett slowly begins to get up from the mat, the Golden Boy takes hold of his hair, returning the dirty tricks. He pulls him up and grabs onto his tights, attempting to take him over the top rope. As he runs towards the ropes though, Barrett turns the momentum around going behind Troy and throwing him out of the ring above the middle rope. As he falls out of the ring, he falls onto his feet. Wilder quickly runs across the ring and rebounds off of the ropes, feigning a suicide dive before simply stepping through the ropes and posing for a moment on the apron.
Troy pops up to the apron, trying to throw a right hook at Marty, who stops taunting him just in time to catch the fist as it comes in. He tosses the arm aside. Instead hooking a front facelock and drilling Wilson into the apron with a DDT. Partially stunned, Troy rolls back into the ring, while Marty climbs the turnbuckle. Stalking the Golden Boy until he finally stirs before jumping towards him and executing the somersault neckbreaker he calls the BastardBuster, floating through and into a lateral press.
Zach Davis: Wati! No! Troy shifts his weight!
Zach Davis: Who won? I'm sure I saw Troy with the reversal?
Freddy Whoa: Are you kidding? Barrett had him!
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match by pinfall....
Everyone is on the edge of their seat.
Kyle Steel: NOBODY! This is a draw!
The fans boo.
Zach Davis: I guess they both pinned each other, they were equal today!
Freddy Whoa: I smell a rivalry and possible pay per view match brewing....
Seth Lerch Segment
Master of Puppets hits the airwaves and the crowd starts booing hard. Seth tries to high five some fans but no one wants to. He taunts at the kids who are pissed off about the Seth/Tort match at Blast. Well, it wasnt a match. It was Seth vs. Cofeve dressed as Torture. Seth stands in the ring with a microphone. Crowd finally dies down.
Seth Lerch: I did it! I told you I was going to beat that two-timing, old ass, broken piece of trash Torture AND THATS WHAT I DID!
Seth Lerch: I'm not just out here to gloat and soak in the celebration from you and everyone watching on television, I'm here to make sure each and everyone of you understand that I'm the boss, the man, the El Jefe, and if you do not like it or agree with it then you'll be quickly scrubbed and erased from WCF history in a quick second!
Seth Lerch: Don't believe me? Take a look at our WCF history on our websites! Try to search Torture on the WCF Network! Try to search for him on any WCF affiliated website or merchandising store! You'll never find him! Ive officially stripped Torture of all past accolades and achievements!
Seth Lerch: No longer will we recognize Torture as a past World Champion, nor Hardcore Champion, nor Tag Team nor Peoples Champion! Screw all of that! Torture isnt any of those things! BECAUSE I'M ALL OF THOSE THINGS!
Crowd boos again.
Seth Lerch: All of Tortures wins are now belong to me!
Seth Lerch: I'm one of the greatest wrestlers in WCF History, get used to it, bitches!
Seth Lerch: Now, I need to get down to something serious and it's about someone disrespecting me and I'd like to call Zach Davis in the ring.. right. Now.
Zach Davis: Wait what?
Freddy Whoa: What's happening?
The camera pans to the announcers who are confused. Zach stands up and takes his headset off and walks into the ring.
Seth Lerch: Now, while I was beating Torture one on one at Blast last Sunday Night, I do recall on the live feed you saying some very disrespecting things, is this true?
Zach Davis: I.. I..
Seth Lerch: IS. THIS. TRUE?!
Zach Davis: I..
Seth Lerch: Roll the footage!
We cut to Blast images. It's a Freeze Frame of Seth Lerch vs Covefee dressed as Torture however the audio is crystal clear from Zach and Freddy's commentary.
Zach Davis: We never will, Freddy. Seth Lerch is an asshole and I'm sorry to say it. He's an asshole. He's pushed this too far now and I don't know what else to say other than he's a giant asshole!
Freddy Whoa: Easy, Zach, you can't say that stuff about our boss.
Zach Davis: Right now, Freddy, I don't give a damn! I just don't! Seth Lerch is an asshole and he knows it!
We then end the feed and are shown back to Seth Lerch in the ring with Zach Davis who is no regretting some of those words))
Crowd is booing Seth, but still in support for Zach.
Seth Lerch: So, Zach. Did you mean those things?
Zach Davis: I.. I..
Seth Lerch: DID YOU MEAN WHAT YOU SAID!?
Zach Davis: It was the heat of the moment..
Seth Lerch: Zach. Answer me, honestly. Did you mean it?
Zach Davis: I .. I, yes. Yes.
Crowd cheers for Zach though because they all agree that Seth is an asshole.
Seth Lerch: Zach, do you like your job?
Crowd boos assuming the worst.
Seth Lerch: Tell me you're sorry.
Crowd boos. Zach is mouthing "come on, boss."
Seth Lerch: TELL ME. YOU ARE. SORRY. RIGHT GOD DAMN NOW!
Zach Davis: I'm.. sorry.
Seth Lerch: Hmm. Nah, I don't like it.
Seth Lerch: I want you to get on your knees, put both of your hands together like you're begging me to not put your ass in the unemployment line and send you packin' back to your shit hole little town I found you from. THEN, I want you to say you're sorry.
Crowd boos. Zach is not wanting to do this. Freddy talks to the TV audience.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on, don't do this!
Zach is shaking his head pleading to just drop it.
Seth Lerch: DROP TO YOUR KNEES, ZACH. DO IT NOW!
Crowd boos again while Zach is visibly shaken up and embarrassed. Zach still pleading his case.
Seth Lerch: Get on your knees, Zach.. OR YOU'RE FIRED!
Crowd HEAVILY boos. Zach is super pleading. He drops to one knee and the crowd is shaking their heads no and booing.
Seth Lerch: Get on with it, damn it!
Zach drops to both knees and puts his hands together. His head hanging in shame. He lifts up with glassy-eyes and Seth puts the microphone to Zach's lips.
Zach Davis: Seth. I'm sorry.
Crowd boos as Seth smiles like an egotistical son of a bitch.
Seth Lerch: That's my boy. Get back to the announce table you weak little bitch and this goes to anyone in the back who even thinks about disrespecting me, not only will you bow at my feet, you'll be fired and will never be heard from again! Get used to it, bitches!
Seth throws down the mic and taunts as Master of Puppets screams over the loudspeakers. We fade to a commercial.
Bonnie Blue vs Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso
As we come back from commercial, the ring already has been occupied by the first of the two competitors in the next match. Hellfire climbs one of the turnbuckles, performing a backflip to land in the middle of the ring as he’s introduced.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time-limit. Introducing first, already in the ring. Fuego Del Eterno Infierno Silencioso!!
The slow beat of Rihanna's "Same Ol' Mistakes" rolls through the arena as blue and white spotlights, synchronized to the music, flare on and off against a darkened stage. Bonnie Blue appears, the UCI World Championship slung over her shoulder, peering at the audience over the rims of a pair of teal shutter shades. A mixture of boos and cheers pours forth from all directions as she surveys her domain, a defiant smirk on pink-glossed lips.
I can just hear them now / "How could you let us down?"
They don't know what I felt / Or see it from this way round
Sliding the shades back up, Bonnie makes her way along the aisle with a confident swagger, posing for a few selfies with fans as she reaches ringside. Playing to the crowd, the Daughter of Time slips her shades off and tosses them to an excited young fan before resuming her approach to the ring.
Feeling it overtake / All that I used to hate
Wonder what if we trade / I tried but it's way too late
Freddy Whoa: An all-new entrance tonight for a brand-new Bonnie Blue, back in WCF action for the first time since Asesinato!
Zach Davis: And with two successful defenses of her title at that other place already, tonight's match promises to be fairly one-sided.
Bonnie's steady pace takes her in a complete circuit around the ring. Without hesitation, she leaps up onto the ring apron and kneels to strike a cocky pose, leaning against the middle rope, arms outstretched to her sides. She gazes out across the audience for a moment, then gets into the ring.
All the slides I don't read / Two sides of me can't agree
When I breathe in too deep / Going with what I always longed for...
Lifting the UCI World Title high, she parades with it around the ring until settling into her own corner, where she flashes her opponent a cocky grin and a backward peace sign.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Hellfire wastes no time in bursting into life; knocking down Bonnie with a clothesline just as she relinquishes her hold on her UCI World Championship; surrendering the strap to senior official Stanley Moser on the opening bell. She hits the ground with a thud, but bursts back up immediately, only to be dropped again with a scoop slam. This time, she seems to be smiling as she gets to her feet; laughing at the man in front of her as he cocks back his arm and plants a stiff right on her jaw; firmly removing said smile.
Zach Davis: This is a new attitude from Bonnie Blue, she’s not even pretending to be taking this match seriously.
Freddy Whoa: Vaporwave’ll do that to you, Zach.
Licking her lips, she watches as he pulls his arm back again; but this time she leans back as the fist comes towards her; hooking her opponent around his neck and pulling him forwards into a Codebreaker as she does so. Rather than release the hold though; she simply starts to move her legs; looking to apply the triangle choke that would signify the end of this match in it’s infancy.
Freddy Whoa: Well, I hope nobody doubled down on their bathroom break. This one’s as good as over.
Zach Davis: We’ve seen the Daughter of Time use this submission before. It’s just a matter of… WAIT!!!
The crowd boos heavily as David Sanchez walks out from the curtain for a second time, his eyes falling firmly on Bonnie who releases the hold at once. She gets to her feet, fists turning white-hot with rage as her rival makes his way to the ring. However, as she watches him; Hellfire seizes the opportunity and rolls her up with a small package.
Amidst all the rolling and wriggling, Bonnie is somehow able to contort her slender frame in such a way that she’s able to use her opponent’s momentum and break the pin by rolling and lifting her legs simultaneously; lifting one shoulder as she locks in the triangle choke from before, thus completing the Timestopper sequence. Before too long, Hellfire’s body goes limp and he’s forced to slap his hand on her hip three times in succession. Awarding her a win by tapout.
*Ding Ding Ding*
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match by submission; the Daughter of Time… BONNIE BLUE!!
Hellfire crawls out of the ring and falls to the floor, trying to catch his breath; just as Sanchez reaches the timekeeper and takes her UCI World Championship into his hands before roling into the ring and presenting it to Bonnie as she gets to her feet. Visibly confused, she double-looks David up and down before snatching the title away from him; the second time he’s given up a World Title in one evening.
Bonnie Blue/David Sanchez Segment
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez is back out here now, like what? Ruining one World Champion’s moment of celebration wasn’t enough for him?
Zach Davis: Nothing’s ever going to be enough for him Freddy; he’s a succubus. He just wants, and wants and wants until the end of time.
Freddy Whoa: Well, right now-- it look like Bonnie’s the one who wants some answers. It looks like Sanchez was just going to walk away after he handed her the belt, but Bonnie’s positioned herself between him and the exit.
Zach Davis: You’re right Fred, and it doesn’t look like she’s budging an inch until she gets some answers!
Bonnie Blue: Hey, wait a minute. Where ya goin' Dave? Hm? Did ya think you was just gonna walk out here, damn near cost me this worthless-ass match, paw all over MY World Title with your grubby fingers -- an' then just walk away?
She hesitates, her gaze shifting from David to the crowd -- now solidly behind her. A slight smile plays across her lips.
Bonnie Blue: Aw HELL naw! Y'ain't got nothin' worth sayin', but you damn sure gonna listen up right now. You an' me, that was OVER back at Aftermath when I put your shoulders on the mat for the three count. You wanted me, you got me. Then you found out I was more'n you could handle after all. All them months, fantasizin' about gettin' your hands one me in the ring, thinkin' you'd dominate, humble me -- again. But that ain't how it played out. I showed you up, I proved you wrong, an' that shoulda been the end of it.
Yet here we are again, David Sanchez chasin' after Bonnie Blue like a little lost puppy. What is it you want, Dave? Still got your sights set on this?
Bonnie holds up the strap for the world to behold.
Bonnie Blue: I mean, #SpenceMcMahon been handin' out title shots like they was candy. He's so desperate for challengers, he brought in the man who LOST the Dubya-SEA-Eff belt to Jared Holmes -- Frankie V. Sends the wrong kind of message, though, don't ya think? It reinforces the notion that my comp'ny is somehow less, that MY Championship means LESS than the one Dion Necurat is undeservedly totin' around. Spencer would do anything to get this title off my waist, an' that includes degradin' the reputation of his own promotion... But unlike you, at least Frank actually won that strap, even if he couldn't defend it. You, on the other hand, get a huge assist from a guy who was recently in a coma -- an' still failed to pick up a win. So if you think I'm gonna let you anywhere near a shot at my title, you better think again, Dave.
Again she lifts the belt, this time right in the face of Sanchez who meets it's metaphorical gaze by spitting a wad of saliva that lands flush on the golden faceplate. Rather than add to this though; he simply smiles and drops to his back, rolling out of another side of the ring and leaving Bonnie to mull over what has just happened as Rihanna rocks the WesBanco once more and Sanchez walks slowly away; leaving her to lap up the applause she's earned after such a convincing victory.
If Udy/Oblivion/Oathbreaker/Carter Win, They Get a Hardcore Title Match
Udy/Oblivion/Oathbreaker/Trey Carter vs Andre Holmes
Zach Davis: Here we go... Here we go!!
Freddy Whoa: What the Hell are you going through?!
Zach Davis: Nothing!! I'm just hyping myself up for this match!!
Freddy Whoa: We are all!! This up match is a handicap match.
Zach Davis: Not just a handicap match... A four on one handicap match!!! If Udy, Trey Carter, Oathbreaker and The Monster Oblivion wins, they get a Hardcore Championship opportunity.
Freddy Whoa: Not what Andre Holmes said. The champion said in his best Pantheon demeanor... Looking past these four. Looking ahead towards Ultimate Showdown.
Zach Davis: Even towards Oblivion?!
Freddy Whoa: Yes, even towards The Monster Oblivion!! You forget Zach... It's NOT what you have done overall in your career!! People can care less!! It's obvious to that!! It's what you have done lately!! People are fickle!! But, lucky for The Monster the fans are blood hungry. They know that Oblivion will saris their hunger for violence!!
Zach Davis: Maybe Oblivion is considered by some as The God of Hardcore.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe, if Andre Holmes quit being so busy being in denial and not concentrate on this match. The champion is too busy thinking this is just a easy, joke squash match!! Go in... Joke around. Don't take it seriously.
Zach Davis: I totally agree!! The champion is TOO focused on Ultimate Showdown!! Even the most devoted fan and all those who hate Udy, Oathbreaker, Trey Carter and especially Oblivion, these men will put in one hundred percent despite all efforts from the Hardcore Champion.
Boss Mode by Knife Party begins to play. 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 down to the ring... From Anaheim, California... Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds... This is The Incomparable Treeeey Caaaarteeeer!!!
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: Trey Carter looks confident!!
Freddy Whoa: He has a four on one advantage!! But, based on his lack of training this week, I believe he is relying too much on his partners.
Zach Davis: We believe that his partners are going to resent his lack of training and his "don't give a damn for this match".
Freddy Whoa: That may be true!!
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: Standing with Fenris... From Deep within the Lost woods! Weighing in at two hundred pounds... This is The Diabolic Lobo... Uuuuuudyyyyyy!!!
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 house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed WesBanco Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and the crowd is cheering. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The Monster barrels out...
Silver Star Mashup "Do you trust the voices inside your head" began to play. ‘Trust me’ echoes from the auditorium speakers. Oath Breaker steps out onto the rampway standing there to soak in the audience reaction. 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... Oathbreaker raises his arm, his sacred tomahawk raised high in a show of defiance against everything.
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion and Oathbreaker slowly comes, with a dead stare in their eyes. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring... From the 4 Corners Reservation in Nevada and From The Deepest and Darkest Side of a Sick Man's Mind... With a combined weight of six hundred and two pounds... Oathbreaker and The Monster Oblivion!!!
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!! OBLIVION!! OATHBREAKER!! OBLIVION!!
Oblivion leaps into the ring, stomping around, taking long strides, barking, shaking the top ring rope. Oathbreaker steps up to the mat from the floor, leans back against the top rope and backward-salts into the ring over the rope. Centers himself in the ring and raises one hand high in the air.
Zach Davis: We have one team. Now, we just need the champion.
Freddy Whoa: You mean the strongly over arrogant... Over confident champion?!
Zach Davis: Why not?! He's Andre Holmes!! He's from Pantheon... He pisses platinum and craps thunder!! He's untouchable!! Not even God could beat him!! Seth would make sure of that...
Zach Davis: Right? Don't they control absolutely everything? EVERYTHING?!
Freddy Whoa: Dude... I'm not gonna touch THAT one!!! People are gonna flip out!!
Zach Davis: When aren't people uptight around here?!
Freddy Whoa: That is SOOOOO true!!
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.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring... Residing in Houston, Texas... Weighing Two hundred and one pounds. He is the current and reigning WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION... "RELENTLESS" ANDRE HOLMES!!
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.
Zach Davis: This match is underw-...
And immediately all four charge towards Andre Holmes, but the referee stands in front of the champion.
Freddy Whoa: WHAAAAAAT?!
Andre Holmes is comfortably leaning against the turnbuckles, laughing and pointing at his opposition. The referee asks for the mic.
The referee: I will maintain order in this match-up!! Andre Holmes laughs.
The crowd becomes agitated.
Crowd: BUUUUULLSHIIIIT!! BUUUUUULLSHIIIT!! BUUUUULLSHIIIIT!!
The referee: I will make sure a fair match for the champion!! WCF is all about fair competition.
The group of four gather...
Trey Carter: I'll start for our team!!
The champion stretches and yawns.
Zach Davis: Andre Holmes doesn't look thrilled to be in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Didn't you hear? The champion said, this match will be easy. Now, I'm paraphrasing, but he's looking past this match.
Both competitors lock-up...
Freddy Whoa: Standing dropkick!!
Both men stand up quickly, Trey Carter grabs the champion...
Zach Davis: Reverse atomic drop!!
Freddy Whoa: DDT!! Pin cover!!
Zach Davis: Not even a one count!!
Carter grabs Holmes, picking him up...
Freddy Whoa: The Hardcore Champion caught Trey Carter off-gaurd with a German suplex!!
Zach Davis: Trey Carter rolls and yes...
Freddy Whoa: Makes the tag!!
Zach Davis: Here comes The Demon Wolf!!
Udy charges The champion...
Freddy Whoa: Andre Holmes nails Udy with a lariat!!
The champion picks up Udy and quickly nails his opposition with a devastating spinners heel kick!!
Zach Davis: Look at that smug grin!!
Freddy Whoa: Told you!!
The champion takes his time grabbing picking up The Cursed Crusader.
Andre Holmes: I got this!! This "puppy" is no problem!! When is Ultimate Showdown coming around? HAHAHA!!
Holmes picks up Udy...
Zach Davis: ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!
Udy grabs the champion and tosses him with an exploder suplex...
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?!
Andre Holmes lands HARD, but rolls out of the ring through under the ring ropes...
Zach Davis: The champion is flying off the top turnbuckle...
Freddy Whoa: Moonsault!!!!
Zach Davis: WHAT AN IMPACT!!
Freddy Whoa: Going for the pin!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT THE HELL?!
Crowd: YES!!! YES!! YES!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!
Zach Davis: OBI SAULT!! IT STOPPED THE PIN!!
Oblivion drags Udy over...
Freddy Whoa: BOTH Oblivion AND Oathbreaker tag in!!!
The crowd laugh as they notice the facial expression on Andre Holmes. The referee tries to stop both Oathbreaker and Oblivion, but can't. The ring official tries to protect the WCF Hardcore Champion.
Both Oathbreaker and The Monster take Andre Holmes out of the ring, towards the commentary table.
Zach Davis: Um...
Freddy Whoa: Um... Yeah?!
Zach Davis: I think we should evacuate!!!
Freddy Whoa: I agree!!
The loud sounds of their headsets echo, as Oblivion and Oathbreaker arrive, removing the cover of the desk, as they forcefully shove the hardcore champion across the commentary table, length wise...
Oblivion and Oathbreaker grab Andre Holmes, picking him up...
They hold him while Carter climbs the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: What are they thinking?
Oblivion and Oathbreaker lift him up with a Chokeslam as Carter flies with a Leaping Superman Punch to the outside!
Freddy Whoa: SUPER KNOX DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!
Carter falls on top of the body of Andre Holmes.
Zach Davis: IT TOOK FOUR MEN, BUT ANDRE HOLMES IS DEFEATED!
Freddy Whoa: And we've got a hell of a Hardcore Title match set for next week!
The bell sounds. Carter gets to his feet, looking down at the Hardcore Champion he just pinned - and then looking to two of his opponents, Oblivion and Oathbreaker.
Zach Davis: WAIT! HERE COMES UDY!
Udy begins brawling with Trey Carter! This brings Oblivion and Oathbreaker into the fight!
Freddy Whoa: All of these guys are going at it and we're going to commercial! We'll see all five face each other for the Hardcore Title on Slam!
Television Title on the Line
Bishop/Priest vs Andre Aquarius/John Rabid
All of the lights in the arena take on a pink hue as Aqua's "Barbie Girl" blasts over the sound system. Bishop and Priest walk out from the back, with Priest looking supremely annoyed while Bishop subtly mouths a few of the lyrics to the song while he walks down to the ring.
Zach Davis: It looks like Bishop and Priest still haven't gotten their entrance music into the production crew, so, much as we saw at the pay per view, a completely random 1990s pop hit was chosen for them.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a tag team match for the WCF World Television Championship. Introducing first, the challengers. They weigh in tonight at a combined 590 pounds. They are Bishop and Priest!
Zach Davis: Here come the WCF veterans, taking a brief break from their pursuit of tag team gold to see if one of them can bump off TV Champion John Rabid.
"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 Aquarius walks out on to the stage. Normally, he would continue to the ring, but, for tonight only, he stops at the midpoint of the stage while the lights cut back out.
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me the Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, John Rabid stands tall, arms outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid drops his pose and he and Aquarius give each other a look of respect before exchanging a left-handed handshake. The two walk down the aisle together thereafter.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents weigh in tonight at a combined 396 pounds. They are "Prince Lightskin" Andre Aquarius as well as your reigning - and defending - World Television Champion, "The Ripper" John Rabid!
Zach Davis: We've got an interesting matchup in the ring right now, with the WCF Television Title being put on the line in a tag team bout, as John Rabid and Andre Aquarius seek to retain Rabid's championship against Bishop and Priest.
Freddy Whoa: I guess Bishop and Priest saw the Very Big Alliance running around here with the Internet Championship and thought, "Hey, if that overweight tag team won a championship named after a communication medium, we can probably do the same thing!"
Zach Davis: We've got Aquarius and Priest kicking things off for their respective teams, and you have to wonder if Andre will be seeing a lot of ring time tonight, because, as I understand the rules here, Bishop or Priest will have to pin John Rabid in order to win the Television Championship. If they pin Aquarius, they do win the match, but no title changes hands.
Freddy Whoa: If that’s the case, then Rabid might as well just call it a night, head to the hotel bar, and order a extra-Bloody Mary or whatever freaks of his nature drink.
The two men circle each other, and Aquarius runs in close to hit a kick to the side of Priest's left leg. Priest lunges at him to try to get some revenge, but Andre dodges and lands a similar kick the right leg. The process repeats itself several times until Priest finally retreats back to his corner to regroup a bit.
Zach Davis: Andre Aquarius is proving to us that, even though he's outweighed by more than 100 pounds by Priest, he is still capable of making an impact in this match.
Freddy Whoa: And Priest is the smaller member of his team.
Priest comes back out of his corner and reaches towards Aquarius as if to lock up with him, but Aquarius ducks down underneath the man's arms and somersaults away from him. Priest tries the lockup a second time, and the same thing happens. Priest tries the lockup yet again, but, as Andre tries his somersault this time . . .
Zach Davis: Oh no! Aquarius rolled a little bit too close to Bishop and Priest's corner that time, and Bishop reached in off of the apron and clubbed Andre over the back of his head and neck with a massive forearm!
Freddy Whoa: Aquarius stumbles forward from the blow . . . SIDEWALK SLAM by Priest!
Priest kneels over his downed opponent and yells, "Not so fast now, are you!" He stomps the prone Aquarius several times before running the ropes.
Zach Davis: And a massive leg drop from Priest connects! The big man goes for the cover . . .
Zach Davis: But, no! Priest pulls Aquarius up off of the mat before the referee can register the three count! He knows that victory wouldn't have given him the title!
Freddy Whoa: Priest is pointing at John Rabid over in the corner and telling him that he needs to get into the ring.
Priest takes the somewhat limp body of Andre Aquarius and hiptosses it over into the Aquarius/Rabid corner.
Zach Davis: Priest is actively creating an opportunity for John Rabid to enter into competition, which is not something that you often see in tag team matches.
Freddy Whoa: Of course he is - he knows that it's the only way that he can win the Television Championship.
Andre looks up from the mat, and he and Rabid exchange a knowing glance at each other. Andre nods, and John Rabid hops off of the ring apron and, while standing on the floor, raises his hands over his head as if to say, "Nope, not going there."
Zach Davis: The crowd is showering John Rabid in boos, as they don't appreciate his apparent lack of a competitive streak here.
Freddy Whoa: If you're John Rabid, you can't care what these simpletons think. You have to care about doing what you need to do in order to remain the World Television Champion.
Priest grabs Andre Aquarius again and pulls him back to the center of the ring, applying a massive camel clutch.
Zach Davis: Oh no! Imagine having a man of that size sitting on your back and bending it at an unnatural angle! This is a very compromising situation for Aquarius!
John Rabid suddenly hops back up on the apron and begins yelling at his partner.
John Rabid: Tap! Tap out! Tap right now!
Zach Davis: And now Rabid is actively encouraging his partner to throw the match in order to save the TV Title!
Freddy Whoa: Priest does something intelligent for once in his life and realizes what's going on, immediately releasing the hold, and now he's getting up in Rabid's face . . .
Seeing an opportunity, John Rabid enters the ring, though he doesn't walk too far away from his corner. Referee Stanley Moser, seeing an illegal man in between the ropes, walks over and starts to work to remove Rabid. Priest continues to chew out Rabid while this is going on. Meanwhile, Andre Aquarius gets up on to his hands and knees and begins crawling over to his opponent, when suddenly . . .
Zach Davis: LOW BLOW! BLOW BLOW!
Freddy Whoa: By distracting the referee, Rabid just created an opportunity for his partner to bust out the oldest yet most effective trick in the book, and Priest has crumpled up on the mat, looking for all the world like he's trying to pry his family jewels back out of his pelvis!
Zach Davis: You have such a way with words.
Priest, nursing the injury to his manhood, begins to slowly crawl his away over to the corner of the ring that Bishop is standing in. Andre Aquarius, who is still down from the beating that he has taken in this match, begins to crawl towards his corner of the ring as well.
Zach Davis: Which one of these men is going to get a tag to their partner first?
Freddy Whoa: I'm going to put my money on Priest, because Rabid isn't going to tag in for Aquarius, and, if he thought about it, Andre probably wouldn't expect him to, either. He's most likely just crawling over there on sheer instinct. An accomplished wrestler like Andre knows what to do in a scenario like this without thinking. He's out of it but on auto pilot.
Zach Davis: And Priest gets the tag in to Bishop!
Freddy Whoa: On the other side of the ring, Andre Aquarius is pulling himself back up to his feet using the ring ropes, while John Rabid is keeping just about as far away from his partner as he possibly can.
Bishop, having become the legal man in the ring, runs up to Andre Aquarius, who is facing away from the center of the ring and towards John Rabid. Bishop grabs Aquarius from behind, and . . .
Zach Davis: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! I don't know how much of this Andre Aquarius is going to be able to take!
Freddy Whoa: Hopefully a lot more, because Bishop and Priest have shown no legitimate interest in pinning him up to this point.
Zach Davis: Wait a second, what is Priest doing . . .
While Bishop props up a limp Andre Aquarius in a standing position in a neutral corner and begins choking him with his boot a la Kevin Nash, Priest has regained his composure and is walking along the floor over to John Rabid's corner.
Zach Davis: Priest has grabbed John Rabid's leg . . . and he's just holding on to it?
Freddy Whoa: The Television Champion is confused about what is going on as well, and he's yelling at Priest while trying to shake his leg loose, but getting yourself out of the grasp of this almost seven foot tall monster is easier said than done.
Seeing what is going on between Rabid and Priest, Bishop pulls Aquarius out of the corner and scoops him up, carrying him over his shoulder as though he is setting up for a snake eyes. While Rabid is distracted by Priest, Bishop drops Andre in the corner, which not just causes Aquarius's neck to snap down over the top rope but also causes his hands to slap down on Rabid's shoulders.
Stanley Moser: THAT'S A TAG!
The crowd lets loose a massive pop realizing that Bishop and Priest have managed to finally outsmart Rabid and Aquarius.
Zach Davis: Priest lets go of Rabid's leg, while Bishop grabs him by the hair and throws him over the top rope and into the ring!
Freddy Whoa: Wait a second, that's not all. Priest just picked up Andre Aquarius and is walking down the aisle with him! What's he doing now?!
After flying into the ring and landing on his back, John Rabid sits up sharply winces in pain, only for Bishop to plant a big kick in between his shoulder blades. Bishop quickly follows it with a second kick, this one connecting with Rabid's chest and sending him back down to a prone position on the mat.
Zach Davis: John Rabid is not looking particularly good his first few seconds in the ring, but the big story might be what's going on right now with Priest and Andre Aquarius, as Andre has been carried all the way back to the stage by his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: OHHHHH NOOOOOOOO.
Zach Davis: Priest just hoisted Andre Aquarius as high into the air as he possibly could and brought him crashing back down with an enormous chokeslam on to the stage!
Freddy Whoa: That's a sold steel platform that Andre's back just splattered all over!
Zach Davis: If there was any question about whether Aquarius was going to be a factor in the rest of this match, I think we can now definitively say that he's done with.
Back in the ring, Bishop has Irish whipped John Rabid into the turnbuckles and attempts to follow him in with an avalanche, but Rabid slips out of the way, causing his opponent to crash chest-first into the pads.
Zach Davis: John Rabid is heading up to the top rope now, trying to reestablish some momentum for his team after what has been a pretty disastrous run up to this point.
Freddy Whoa: Missile dropkick by Rabid!
As soon as his body hits the mat, the Television Champion gets back up to his feet and runs to the opposite corner, climbing the ropes and fling himself off with a second missile dropkick.
Zach Davis: John Rabid connects again! His strategy may have been foiled, and he may be at a disadvantage, but this man is not going to go down without a fight!
Freddy Whoa: Things just got a lot worse for him, though, as Priest has returned to the ring apron and is waiting there patiently. Bishop now has a partner who he could tag in at any point at time, while Andre Aquarius is still lying face down on the stage.
John Rabid looks to slow things down, having placed Bishop into a rear chinlock.
Zach Davis: Now Rabid looks to wear the big man down, placing all of his weight on the upper back, shoulders, and neck of Bishop, who claims to be wrestling tonight for a Television Championship that he never really lost after holding it several years ago.
Freddy Whoa: The crowd here in West Virginia is calling for Bishop to get back up on his feet, and I have to say that it's rare to hear this much fan support for Bishop and Priest.
Zach Davis: Is it really that surprising after just how big of a prick John Rabid has been this evening? I mean he basically threw Andre Aquarius to the wolves and had to be forced against his will into competition!
Freddy Whoa: Threw him to the wolves? I don't see Udy out here anywhere . . .
Zach Davis throws up his hands and lets out an exasperated sigh while, in the ring, Bishop slowly makes his way up to his feet with John Rabid hanging off of his back.
Zach Davis: Look at this power here! Bishop is actually able to walk forward while still in Rabid's chinlock, and he reaches out to make the tag to Priest!
Priest comes into the ring as the legal man.
Zach Davis: Rabid sees Priest coming and lets go of the chinlock on Bishop, sliding off on the big man's back and landing on his feet.
Rabid grabs Bishop in a waistlock from behind, and, in an unorthodox move, runs backwards into the ring ropes, bouncing off of them and then running forward, slamming Priest into Bishop in the process.
Zach Davis: The giants collide, and it looks like their foreheads cracked into each other! That could be concussion inducing!
Freddy Whoa: Spinning heel kick to Priest that sends him rolling out of the ring!
Zach Davis: Bishop seems quite groggy from that impact with his own tag team partner . . . Rabid maneuvers in behind him . . . and he's caught him in a schoolboy!
Freddy Whoa: WITH A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, Andre Aquarius and John Rabid, and, as a result of that victory, STILL your WCF Television Champion is JOHN RABID!
Freddy Whoa: The tactical genius of John Rabid allows him to win a match that should have, by all rights, been over before he even tagged in!
Zach Davis: Tactical genius along with a willingness to pull out a few dirty tricks.
Jason O'Neal vs Jaice Wilds
Zach Davis: And now ladies and gentlemen we move on to a match that pits the unorthodox Jaice Wilds against the former world champion Jason O’Neal.
Freddy Whoa: I’m really excited for this one Zach! Jaice is just an awesome guy! The fans love and respond to his generic energy and he is the fan favorite in literally every match he’s in!
Zach Davis: Yeah I agree, but is that enough to take out the former world champion though?
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Coming first into the ring…standing at 5'6" and weighing in at 184 pounds…
"Side Of A Bullet" by Nickleback hits the speakers as the Mid-Card Masterpiece enters the arena!!
Freddy Whoa: Woooooo!!!!!! The arena is in a frenzy!!!
Kyle Steel: From Puerto Vehlo, Brazil… Jaice Wiiiiiilds!!!!
There are cheers and whistles and applause and those dollar store noisemakers!! Jaice makes the most epic generic entrance you have ever seen, and sonuva bitch, are people excited!! More cheers! More applause! More noisemakers! Jaice hugs people and high fives motherfuckers and gives the fans all the love they give him!! Then he's in the ring and people are STILL going nuts! The ring announcer gets a fist bump!
Zach Davis: The signature fist bump!!
Freddy Whoa: He meant it when he fist bumped me though! Yours was more of a, “well he’s there” kind of thing.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent from New Orleans, Louisiana…Standing at 6’2” and weighing 220 pounds… former world champion Jason O’ Neal!!!!
#1 by Nelly hits and Jason O'Neal walks arrogantly walks to the ring.
Zach Davis: This is the man that everyone on the roster needs to look out for. The man on a mission. Once you’ve reached the top and tasted the gold, you do anything and everything in your power to get back to that status. I don’t think Jason will stop at anything to be right back on top of the company again.
Freddy Whoa: As long winded as that was, I think you’re right!
The two men stand in the middle of the ring and face each other as the bell sounds. Jaice looks to the crowd and signals for them to make noise. Jason O’ Neal uses the opportunity to kick Jaice hard in the gut. He then grabs Jaice’s head and smashes it with his knee.
Freddy Whoa: That is an epic cheap shot right there!
Jaice hits the mat hard and Jason doesn’t hesitate to jump on top of him and hooks an armbar. Jaice wisely grabs the ropes, but Jason doesn’t release the hold. The referee gets in between the two until Jason finally lets go. Jaice gets to his feet, pissed off but Jason relentlessly hits a spin kick, knocking him off his feet again.
Zach Davis: He certainly has a mean streak tonight. He is expressionless right now ladies and gentlemen!
Jason picks up Jaice and starts yelling in his face, much to the fans dismay. He whips Jaice to the ropes and does a Tilt a Whirl Back breaker on Jaice. He looks at the crowd, again with no expression, and goes on the mat trying to choke out his opponent.
Zach Davis: I’m sorry folks, this is getting brutal. Jason is sending a message to everyone with this match.
The referee checks on Jaice, who refuses to tap out. Jaice angrily pounds on the mat as he fights to stay conscious. The crowd is being Jaice, screaming for him. Jaice finally finds the momentum to fight to his knees. Jason tries to lock the hold on tighter but Jaice is able to time a few elbow shots and finally breaks the hold. Jason grabs Jaice, but Jaice fights off his hold and drop kicks his opponent. This sends Jason backwards, where he leans on the ropes. Jaice charges at him and hits a flying clothesline that knocks them both out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Now that’s what I call a clothesline!
Both the wrestlers scramble to their feet and exchange blows. Jaice shoves Jason out of nowhere and then runs away. Jason is confused but chases him. Jaice jumps on the barricade and catapults off of it to hit a hurricanrana on the bigger man. The crowd erupts as Jason hits the floor.
Freddy Whoa: What a move!! The momentum has definitely swung back in Jaice ‘s favor after that.
Jaice fist bumps the crowd a bit before getting back to Jason. He stands Jason on his feet, only to be hit in the stomach. Jason presses Jaice over his head and throws him into the ring. Jason climbs the ropes to get back in, but Jaice quickly gets up and dropkicks him, sending Jason through the air and hitting the barricade. The crowd pops as they see Jaice measure Jason from inside of the ring.
Zach Davis: Oh my god! He’s about to do something crazy!!
When Jason gets up, Jaice runs and pounces off the ropes and attempts a corkscrew moonsault. Jason is able to catch him in the air and reverses it into a powerbomb. Jaice is out cold.
Zach Davis: I think that might be the last of Wilds…
Freddy Whoa: He killed him in front of an entire arena!!
Jason throws Jaice back into the middle of the ring. Jason stands over Jaice and patiently waits for him to get to his feet.
Zach Davis: Oh no, I don’t like the look in his eye!
Jason sdrops him with the Who Dat!
Freddy Whoa: Here's the pin!
Zach Davis: Jason O'Neal with the victory!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: O'Neal getting his arm raised now.
Zach Davis: By the way, WCF is sponsored by Arms, on the Nintendo Switch!
Freddy Whoa: Anyway, Jason O'Neal is successful here, and you've gotta wonder what he has in store next!
David Sanchez/Ethan King/Sidney J. Warwick vs Teo del Sol/Mikey eXtreme/Kyle Kemp
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.
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 beginning of "Alone With All The World” plays triumphantly throughout the arena, enticing a raucous wave of boos from the crowd. The lights gradually begin to dim, coming down to a dark hue that places extra emphasis on the stage. Large, golden letters flash over the black titantron.
THE FUTURE KING...
A flash of golden pyro goes off as Ethan King makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage area, all-knowing smile spread over his face as he holds both arms out in a welcoming gesture, bathing in both the adulation and spite from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring, from Los Angeles, California. He stands six-feet two inches, weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds. Representing Everest, he is 'The Eminent'... ETHAAAAAANNNN... KIIINNNNGGGGGGG!
The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, arms still held out by his side as he ignores the few hands of fans reaching over the barricade to try and get a touch of the sensation.
He bounds up onto the apron of the ring, mouthing the words “Showtime” to the camera arrogantly before leaping and swinging himself over the top rope, he lands elegantly and spins around, holding his arms out once more before coming to a complete stop in the centre of the ring.
He smiles once more before retreating to his own corner of the ring, sitting down with a look of amusement on his face as he awaits for the match to commence.
"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. 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.
Style (Technical, hardcore, brawler, powerhouse, high flying, etc.): He is an old school technical wrestler who will initially try to win matches with unique pinning combinations/rollups and submission holds. However, if his is angered or in a high intensity situation, he will switch to big impact moves . . . and is not above the occasional dirty trick.
The Crowd explodes as a roaring guitar riff tears throughout the arena, signalling the arrival of the one and only 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, Teo del Sol springs onto the entrance ramp, a white and gold jacket with a Luchador's mask emblazoned across the back. He walks forward, holding his hands out over his head and bathing in the applause.
He takes a deep bow and walks towards the ring, high fiving the fans along the way. He wears a happy 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 a cry, which the fans all join in on, eliciting a cheer from the audience as the music reaches its crescendo. He turns and steps back into the ring, waiting for the bell.
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 titled 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.
"Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and Kyle Kemp walks out slowly to the top of the stage. He stands with his arms out and soaks in boos from the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down to the ring, taunting the fans. He walks up the steps and gets in the ring with a smile and just leans on one of the turnbuckles, indifferent to anything that anyone is saying to him and waiting for the match to start. The fans hate how he's not responding to them and continue to boo louder.
Zach Davis: Unlikely combinations all around. Ethan King, David Sanchez, and Sidney J. Warwick will all be opponents once we get to Ultimate Showdown.
Freddy Whoa: Meanwhile, Mikey eXtreme and Kyle Kemp have quite a history - and seemed to work together well up until recently. But add Teo del Sol into the mix? Who knows.
Kyle Kemp starts the match for his team, Sidney J. Warwick for his. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and tie up.
Zach Davis: Have we ever seen such a meteoric rise like we have with Sidney J. Warwick?
Freddy Whoa: It may be a case of right place, right time, Zach - he won the Alpha Title right when he's perfectly placed to make it into the Ultimate Showdown match!
Zach Davis: The official ruling is that the Alpha Title, and Sidney J. Warwick himself, will be wildcards in the match - if Warwick is able to win the WCF World Title, the Alpha Title will be vacated. Otherwise, Warwick will retain the belt no matter when he is eliminated - no one else will have the opportunity to take it from him due to the stipulations surrounding the Championship.
Freddy Whoa: So either SJW wins the World Title or he retains his chance to eventually compete for it?
Zach Davis: Exactly.
Kemp gets the upper hand and puts Warwick into a headlock. Warwick shoves him off and Kemp is launched into the ropes. As Kemp comes back he hits Warwick with a beautiful Dropkick! Warwick rolls out of the ring. Kemp turns to tell him to get back in, but Ethan King is in the ring and immediately clubs him from behind.
Freddy Whoa: As with most six man tags in WCF, this will be fought under lucha rules, which means that leaving the ring is the same as making a tag.
Kemp quickly elbows Ethan King and then turns to face him. Kemp hits a Chop, then another, then another. King rushes him and Kemp drops him with a Spinebuster! Kemp dives and tags in Mikey eXtreme.
Zach Davis: Here comes the King of eXtreme!
Freddy Whoa: To say he and Ethan King don't get along would be an understatement.
Mikey taunts King who runs at him. Mikey sidesteps him and rakes his eyes before kicking him in the gut, backing up, and hitting a Shining Wizard!
Zach Davis: Sometimes you've gotta fight dirty with dirty!
Freddy Whoa: Somebody call Christina Aguilera!
Zach Davis: 1999 called, they want their references back.
Freddy Whoa: Indeed they do, Zach... Indeed, they do.
Mikey goes for a quick pin.
No, Ethan quickly gets out of it. Both men are to their feet and Mikey kicks Ethan in the gut as he runs at him. Mikey goes for a DDT but Ethan rams him forward, right into the Everest/SJW corner. Sanchez tags himself in. He grapples Mikey from behind and executes a quick Dragon Suplex!, into a bridge pin!
Mikey escapes. He stumbles up and backwards, into his corner, where Teo tags himself in. Teo Springboards in and hits a Flying Crossbody on Sanchez, taking him down. Both men are to their feet and Teo runs at Sanchez. Sanchez launches him with a Slapjack but Teo uses the momentum to launch himself into the ropes, Springboards backwards and drops Sanchez with a Stylin' DDT!
Zach Davis: Whoa! Er, uh, I mean, wow!
Teo pins Sanchez.
Teo gets to his feet and tags Kyle back in. Kyle grapples Sanchez as he gets to his feet and then hits a German Suplex, he keeps it hooked for a bridge pin.
Freddy Whoa: Can you imagine if Everest and SJW lost here? What effect would that have on Ultimate Showdown?
The two men get to their feet and Kemp goes after Sanchez but Sanchez flails away and tags in King. King gets into the ring and runs at Kemp, who hits a Dropkick. Kemp immediately lifts him up and throws him to the ropes, and then executes a Spinebuster as he comes back and drops into the pin.
No!, King gets his shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp, really taking these guys to school.
Kemp lifts him up again. He throws Ethan King to neutral corner and runs at him but King gets the boot up. He then sits himself on the turnbuckle and jumps off.
Freddy Whoa: PANACEA! HE HITS THE BLOCKBUSTER!
He quickly throws his arm over Kemp.
No!, broken up by all hell breaking loose in the ring as both Teo and Mikey go to break it up and SJW and Sanchez enter to stop it. All six men begin to brawl!
Zach Davis: We knew order wouldn't really last for long!
Sidney J. Warwick takes aim at Mikey eXtreme and takes him down with a Jumping Knee Strike. Mikey rolls out of the ring and, looking to incapacitate him for the rest of the match, SJW runs through the ropes and hits a Suicide Dive!
Freddy Whoa: I've received word that Sidney J. Warwick has requested that due to sensitivity issues, we refer to that move as the "Get Help, You're Not Alone, Everything Is Going To Be Okay." Dive.
Kemp and Teo go for a linked Clothesline against Ethan King but King ducks it. He hits a Spinning Heel Kick to the gut of Teo before hitting a Pele Kick to Kemp!
Zach Davis: Revelation!
Sanchez runs at Teo and hits a Yakuza Kick.
Freddy Whoa: MEDUSA'S TOUCH!
This spins him into the waiting arms of Ethan King.
Zach Davis: SHATTER. THE. CLOUDS.
Teo drops like a sack of potatoes and King drops down and pins him.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: There it is! Team Everest wins it!
The fans boo.
Zach Davis: Why Team Everest? Why not Team Social Justice?
Freddy Whoa: Well, Ethan King won it, so....
Sidney J. Warwick retrieves the Alpha Title and heads up the ramp, looking back up at his eventual adversaries. Ethan King and David Sanchez celebrate - both knowing that in a few short weeks they will be enemies.
Zach Davis: Ethan King getting the glory of the pinfall tonight. Is David Sanchez jealous?
Freddy Whoa: Everest? Never.
Teo del Sol/Kyle Kemp/Mikey eXtreme Segment
As we come back from commercial, the three men from the losing team are arguing. All three seem to be blaming each other for the loss. After several moments, Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: I believe Seth is ready to get this show on the road!
Freddy Whoa: Obviously, his favorite wrestler is wrestling next.
Seth steps out from the back, mic in hand.
Seth Lerch: You know, it isn't a secret I like to book people into tag matches... to set them up for failure. I'm sick, I'm a bit of a sadist, I like to see people forced to team together when they don't want to do it. So color me surprised when you two, Kyle Kemp and Mikey eXtreme, managed to co-exist for a second there.
The crowd murmurs.
Seth Lerch: That said, I shouldn't have been surprised - in the last few weeks you proved my initial thoughts wrong. You can't work together, just like I thought. And upon adding Teo del Sol to the equation, we've reach the inevitable conclusion. You're not teammates, any of you. You're all individuals, and you're individuals that find yourself outside of the upcoming Ultimate Showdown match.
Seth begins facing as the fans wonder what he's leading towards - as well as Teo, Kemp, and Mikey.
Seth Lerch: All three of you have carved out your own legacy here in the WCF. All three of you have been fighting, clawing your way up through the cards one way or another for a while now. And yet, you haven't made it. You don't have belts, not even a tag belt! Despite being, according to social media, some of the most popular acts we've got.
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: At Blast, we saw four of the best fight for the World Title. At Ultimate Showdown, we'll see ten of the best go at it. But after that, at Revenge, whoever walks out of Ultimate Showdown will need a challenger. And you three? Maybe one of you has something to prove.
Now Seth REALLY has their attention.
Seth Lerch: If you can't be teammates... Maybe you can be opponents. At Ultimate Showdown, three of the biggest WCF stars to never "make it" will compete to find out who main events Revenge against the winner of Ultimate Showdown!
The crowd pops! Master of Puppets plays again as Seth exits, leaving Teo, Mikey, and Kemp to look at one another.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa? .... WHOA!
Zach Davis: Whoa, indeed! Seth just announced a number one contender's match for Ultimate Showdown!
Freddy Whoa: As per usual, I can't wait to see what happens with these three!
People's Title Match
Jayson Price vs Bale Pascal
All of the lights in the arena drop as the crowd silences with anticipation. Moments pass before "Explosia" by Gojira hits the arena speakers at a near deafening volume. The crowd lets loose with boos as a lone spotlight comes on and shines on the stage. Jayson Price walks out from the back to near nuclear heat from from the crowd, a grin on his face. He waves the crowd on from the top of the ramp, trying to get them to be louder.
Zach Davis: And as I try to speak over this raucous crowd, it is time for our WCF People's Title Match!
Freddy Whoa: Jayson Price looking to become the first person in WCF history to win the People's Title three times, but he's got a task in front of him because Bale Pascal has been dominant as champion since winning the belt last month.
Zach Davis: Let's just pray that continues so we don't have to deal with Jayson Price holding a title again.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF People's Title! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 245 pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...JAYSON PRICE!
Price then starts down the ramp, avoiding the grubby and dirty hands of the few fans that try to show him love, before stopping to knock the phone out of the hands of a fan trying to take a selfie. After laughing at the fan, he'll steal a beer, enjoy it in front of the unlucky fan and then throw the empty cup in their face before rolling under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He heads over to the corner and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle as he stares down the stage, waiting on Bale Pascal.
“Voids” by Apollyon’s Visage creeps onto the sound system, creating a bassy rumble in the arena as the lights dim into darkness. The stage lights all focus on the entrance. First, out comes Aapo Nikula, the white of his face is blown out due to the overpowering nature of the focused lights. His arms are spread wide and he is grinning from ear to ear as he receives a wave of boos from the crowd. After yelling inaudible statements - presumably something of praise for his fighter- Mr. Nikula steps to the side, holding his hands out toward the entrance in a presenter’s fashion when finally, Bale Pascal steps out onto the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-six pounds, from New Shoreham, Rhode Island...BALE PASCAAAAL!!!
Bale saunters down the ramp; the stage lights following along as he descends. After climbing up the side of the ring, he crosses his arm over the top rope, rests his head on top, and swings his legs over to sit on the second rope; a spotlight shines overhead. A moment passes before he slides off and through the ropes, into the ring where his faithful Manager stands while continuing to praise his fighter.
Zach Davis: Bale will be looking to knock off one of his biggest challengers to date tonight while at the same time making a name for himself by beating a former 2 time World Champion. Keeping Price out of Ultimate Showdown would certainly earn this man some followers.
Freddy Whoa: But that shot at Ultimate Showdown could be what gets Price over the hurdle tonight. Everyone knows he's looking to regain the World Title and build his Hall Of Fame resume.
The referee takes the People's Title from Pascal and hands it off to Kyle Steel before he leaves the ring. The referee checks with both men and then he signals for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Price comes out of his corner, looking to tie up with Pascal, when Bale suddenly decides to drop to the mat and roll out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is this?
Bale motioning for Aapo to go retrieve his title as he's heading for the ramp, seemingly ready to get counted out.
Zach Davis: Champion's advantage! He's saying to hell with this match, he's going to take the loss and keep his belt without having to take a punch. Brilliant Maggle!
Freddy Whoa: The hell did you call me?
Zach Davis: I mean brilliant Freddy!
The referee does what he can to keep Price back but he gets by him and slides out of the ring. Bale waving Aapo to hurry up with the belt as he's backpedaling up the ramp. Aapo rounds the ring post, belt in hand, when Price grabs hold of the end of the strap. Aapo screaming that he'll sue if Price touches him as Pascal is warning Price to rethink things.
Zach Davis: Do it! Do it! Punch him and go to jail!
Price and Aapo playing tug of war with the People's Title as Bale is slowly making his way back to help his manager, warning Price. Price cocks back his free fist and starts to throw a punch when he pulls it back and lets the belt go, letting Aapo fall backward to the ground with the title in hand. Bale tries to help him up when Price grabs him by the head and lays into him with a right hand. The referee in the ring still counting and up to 8 as Price finally remembers the bell rang already. Price runs back and rolls under the ropes and then back out before 10, breaking the count.
Freddy Whoa: Price not about to get his chances screwed up by Bale playing the champions advantage card. He's going to make Bale earn a win tonight.
Bale trying to pull Aapo back up when he catches a forearm to the back. Bale pushed up against the announce table as Price hits him with a european uppercut that shakes the table. Price looks back at the ring as he grabs Bale by the head and leads him to the apron. A quick bounce of the face off the apron and Price shoves him into the ring under the ropes. Price starts to climb up onto the apron when Aapo grabs hold of his boot from out of the referee's view.
Freddy Whoa: That damn Aapo Nikula is again interfering in this match. Get him out of there ref!
Zach Davis: He has every right to be out here Freddy! He's just doing the job that he was hired to do!
Price finally able to pull his foot free and climb up onto the apron. He steps through the ropes and Bale immediately attacks him with a stiff running knee to the side of the head. Price tumbles to the mat as Bale antagonizes the crowd, mocking Price as he holds onto his head. Pascal pulls Price back up to his feet and shoots him into the ropes before hitting him with a roaring elbow. Price goes down again and this time Bale covers him for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Not even a two count but that was a nasty looking elbow and Bale looks to be in control.
Pascal rolls off of Price and back up to his feet as he watches the challenger try to push himself back up. Pascal lets him get most of the way up before he locks him in a double underhook. Bale with a series of brutal, slow headbutts, targeting the same spot he's kneed and elbowed already. Bale finally delivers a final shot and then shoves Price away and into the corner as he's left to try and hold himself up.
Zach Davis: Look at this old and washed up piece of crap. Where's your tough talk at now?
Aapo on the outside of the ring calling the shots, telling Bale to finish this. Pascal nods and goes after Price, looking to hit a bicycle kick to the face. But Price ducks away at the last minute! Bale gets caught up on the top rope with his leg and ends up hitting himself in the groin with the top turnbuckle. Aapo up onto the apron as Bale falls to the mat holding himself in pain. Price still using the ropes to keep himself up as he holds onto his head with one hand. Price staring down Aapo and then he looks down at Bale. Price grabs Bale by the head and pulls him up before starting to throw him into the ropes before reversing it and sending him into Aapo. Aapo goes tumbling off the apron and to the mat as Bale bounces chest first off the ropes and right into a german suplex from Price. Price bridges it into a pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout at one!
Zach Davis: Forget the kickout, we need medics! Aapo Nikula has been assaulted by Jayson Price!
Freddy Whoa: Technically he was hit by Ba-
Zach Davis: IT WAS ALL PRICE DAMN IT!
Price back up to his feet signaling for the Downfall as Bale is trying to get back up.
Freddy Whoa: If he hits this it's over!
Bale up and Price goes for The Downfall. But Bale counters! Bale locks in the chickenwing from a standing position and is trying to force Price to the mat for the crossface.
Zach Davis: This is it! THIS IS IT! TAP OUT PRICE! TAP OUT!
Price shifts his weight and gets Pascal's shoulders onto the mat for a pinfall.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: WHAT!
The bell sounds.
Seth Lerch: WWHHAATT?!?!
Bale Pascal rolls out of the ring. Jayson Price looks up at the ref, barely believing it himself, before being handed the People's Title.
Freddy Whoa: WHAT HAVE WE JUST WITNESSED!?
Jayson Price stands up, holding the People's Title high in the air.. and pointing towards the Ultimate Showdown banner. We can see Seth Lerch lurking near the announcer's booth, openly weeping.
Zach Davis: You know what it means, Freddy! WE'VE WITNESSED JAYSON PRICE HEADING TOWARDS A WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE SHOT!
Price points towards the Ultimate Showdown banner before pointing down at Seth, still literally crying like a baby.
Internet Title Match
Gravedigger vs The Very Big Alliance
The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and out from the back walks Gravedigger, escorted by Adrian and JJ.
Zach Davis: Here is Gravedigger. He was the fifth ever man to hold the WCF World Heavyweight Championship, after Mace, Steve Carr, Hellz Angel, and Logan. He has held the belt three times, most recently in 2010... and would love the opportunity to compete for it once more.
The crowd boos heavily and the trio stops on top of the ramp as Gravedigger looks around smiling. They then walk down the ramp and over to the ring steps. Adrian walks over to the side of the ring, reaches up and pulls himself up onto the apron with one of the ropes and then climbs into the ring. Gravedigger climbs the steps first and turns to JJ, pulling up the middle rope and stepping down on the bottom one, as she steps through the gap into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: He has also won the Hardcore Title, Television Title, United States Title, and Tag Team Titles!
Gravedigger steps through the top and middle rope and walks over to one of the turnbuckles and stands on the middle pad and smirks out at the crowd as they rain boos down upon him.
Rock Out-Motorhead Plays as they both come out Roaring and shouting at the crowd, they turn to each other and high five. When their hands touch pyro is fired. They then slowly walks down to the ring once there they catch their breath.
Zach Davis: All of Gravedigger's accolades may not mean anything when he's in the ring with these two giant men!
Both William and Ainsley run at Gravedigger and begin clobbering him! The fans boo as they ignore the referee and shove the Hall of Famer into a corner and both begin stomping mudholes in him.
Freddy Whoa: Despite all the shit talking, I guarantee you all three of these men know the kind of battle they're in for.
Ainsley picks Gravedigger up and throws him to the opposite corner. William runs at him and hits a Clothesline into it, crushing Gravedigger's body between his own and the turnbuckle. William shoves Gravedigger forward into the waiting arms of Ainsley Ivanovic, who lifts him and executes a Backbreaker! He quickly pins him!
Zach Davis: The ref is refusing to count until William leaves the ring!
William quickly - or as quickly as he can, anyway - exits, and the ref makes the count.
No, kickout from Gravedigger.
Ainsley angrily gets in the referee's face for not counting sooner before turning back to Gravedigger. Gravedigger has stumbled up but The Tank runs at him and Clotheslines him back down.
Freddy Whoa: I'll never understand why anyone argues with the referee. You want him on your good side!
Zach Davis: Wrestlers are hotheads, Zach.
The Tank follows up with a Running Senton to Gravedigger before going for another pin.
No!, another kickout from Gravedigger.
Freddy Whoa: The Very Big Alliance is going to have to bring everything they've got if they want to defeat this man!
The Tank backs off and measures up Gravedigger, who is getting to his feet once more.
Zach Davis: This match has been ALL Very Big Alliance, Gravedigger needs to get back in the game!
The Tank runs at him and goes for the Running Knee into Neckbreaker combo that he calls the Eastern Front, but Gravedigger sidesteps him! The Tank's knee hits the turnbuckle and Gravedigger takes him down to the mat with a Russian Legsweep! Gravedigger with the pin now!
No!, broken up by William.
Freddy Whoa: We can't forget, this IS a handicapped match, and Gravedigger will be forced to have eyes in the back of his head.
William gets back on the apron as both The Tank and Gravedigger begin slugging it out. Gravedigger gets the upper hand and goes to irish whip The Tank, but the Tank uses his bulk to reverse the irish whip and sends Gravedigger to the ropes instead. As Gravedigger comes back Ivanovic hits a Shoulder Block, putting all of his weight into it and dropping Gravedigger.
Zach Davis: Never before have we seen Gravedigger manhandled like this.
Freddy Whoa: Seth told me that he thought there was some manhandling going on with he and Jayson Price since they've been so buddy-buddy, but I can't confirm that.
Zach Davis: Well, in any case, I haven't seen it.
The Tank tags in The Behemoth. William comes in as Gravedigger has willed his way to his feet and is resting against the corner. William runs at him and hits a Running Splash - no!, Gravedigger sidesteps him and William crashes into it! Gravedigger goes for a Belly to Belly - but William is too big. William headbutts Gravedigger, breaking free, before DDTing him and going for a pin.
Kickout from Gravedigger.
Freddy Whoa: WCF has had a lot of wrestlers come through its doors, but very rarely do we have superheavyweights that are the stature of the Very Big Alliance. We have big guys, don't get me wrong, but not quite like these two - and Gravedigger hasn't found a way to stop them yet.
Zach Davis: He's used to being the biggest man in the match, and he hasn't quite been able to adjust yet.
William measures Gravedigger and goes for an Elbow Drop, but Gravedigger rolls away. William doggedly goes for another one, but Gravedigger again rolls away. William goes for ANOTHER one... and Gravedigger again rolls away. William acts like he's going to go for another but stops short, going to stomp on Gravedigger instead. Gravedigger avoids the stomp and grabs his leg. He trips William, bringing The Behemoth crashing to the mat!
Freddy Whoa: The bigger they are, the harder they-
Seth Lerch: Are enjoyed by Jayson Price!
Freddy Whoa: I was going to say "fall." Would you please go away?
The Epitome of Hardcore begins stomping away at William now that he's grounded, vicious shots. Kicks to the head whenever William tries to get up. Gravedigger turns him over and locks in the Camel Clutch!
Zach Davis: BREAK HIS BACK! MAKE HIM HUMBLE!
Freddy Whoa: I'm expected Seth to pop in with an Iron Sheik style promo on Jayson Price for no reason here.
Zach Davis: No time for that, Freddy, William is in serious trouble here!
The Tank immediately comes in to break it up. He runs at Gravedigger to give him a big kick - but Gravedigger lifts William up so that William receives the kick! Gravedigger then rolls William up with a pin!
Freddy Whoa: What a trick! Gravedigger has it here!
Zach Davis: Almost!
Gravedigger is to his feet and he runs at The Tank, Clotheslining him over the top and out of the ring! He then turns towards William and runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: GRAVEMARKER!
Zach Davis: THE BEHEMOTH DOESN'T GO DOWN!
The crowd gasps.
Freddy Whoa: I'VE NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE!
Gravedigger angrily grabs him and hooks him for the Respecto Rock Bottom but William elbows his way out of it. Both men turn to face each other and run at one another.
Zach Davis: Complete Shot from Gravedigger, SOUTH OF THE BORDER!
Gravedigger drops down and pins William!, hooking the leg!
Freddy Whoa: NO! The Tank pulls Gravedigger out of the ring, breaking up the pin!
Gravedigger smacks The Tank in the face with a strike before throwing him angrily into the guardrail. The giant man almost collapses the guardrail into the fans. Gravedigger runs at him and hits another Grave Marker!, squashing him into the guardrail even more! Gravedigger turns back towards the ring and rolls in - only to get a stiff kick to the face from William.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger so close.. but so far away from victory.
Gravedigger is back up but quickly taken down with an STO! William locks in the Texas Cloverleaf!
Freddy Whoa: Submission applied between two giants!
Gravedigger crawls towards the ropes...
Zach Davis: He grabs em!
No, from the outside The Tank punches Gravedigger right in the knuckles, causing him to let go of his hold on the ropes - and allowing The Behemoth to pull him back into the center of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Is Gravedigger going to tap!?
Zach Davis: Has he ever tapped - ever - in his career!?
Gravedigger, full of fury, grabs the ropes again. Again, The Tank punches his knuckles, but Gravedigger won't let go until the ref forces William to break the hold!
Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger just barely surviving there! And his knuckle has got to be shattered!
William lifts Gravedigger up and throws him to the ropes, Gravedigger reverses. William comes back, and out of nowhere-
Zach Davis: DEATH DRIVER!
Gravedigger tries to get him up, but he can't. William again throws Gravedigger to the ropes and this time GD hits them and comes back. William lifts him up.
Freddy Whoa: Military Press-
No!, Gravedigger shifts his weight and lands behind him. William turns around and Gravedigger hooks him.
Zach Davis: RESPECTO! HE HITS IT!
The Tank hits the ring and runs at Gravedigger but GD catches him.
Freddy Whoa: ANOTHER SOUTH OF THE BORDER!
The Tank rolls out as Gravedigger quickly climbs to the top....
Zach Davis: DEATH FROM ABOVE ONTO WILLIAM!
He lands right into the pin.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: WE'VE GOT A NEW INTERNET CHAMPION!
Gravedigger slowly tries to get up, but he's spent.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger had to give it all that he got to take down these two! What a hell of a match, incredibly hard hitting! I'm not sure we've ever seen anything like it.
Gravedigger rests for a few moments before he wills his way to his feet before being handed the Internet Championship.
Freddy Whoa: Somehow, both Gravedigger and Jayson Price have worked their way into Ultimate Showdown.... I can't believe this!
Zach Davis: Watch out, Everest - things just got a lot more dangerous.
The Very Big Alliance regroups on the outside, glaring at Gravedigger as we go to commercial.
Corey Black vs Kevin Bishop
"Spit Out the Bone" by Metallica hits the PA as the lights drop and purple lights illuminate the arena. A few moments later Corey Black emerges from the backstage area wearing a worn looking black leather vest with "ALL HAIL" - a skull with a crown - and "THE KING" on the back of it. The crowd cheers along with great appreciation, a few boos scattered in as Corey makes his way to the ring, little interaction with anyone, just focus on the squared circle. Black slides into the ring and lifts his right elbow to the sky as most of the crowd loses their mind. Corey
The entire arena falls into complete darkness, all lights have been taken. The audience left in darkness until a booming sound explodes out of the public announce system, taking control over the speakers. Words, the words of a woman's voice are seen on the titan-tron as the introduction begins.
See, the world from afar...
Every time that harsh drop of the bass pounds on the stereo system, the lights shine in synchronization of the beat.
Like dust from a star...
"Event Horizon" by Sttiched Up Heart officially begins as the drums start picking up along the song. A single spotlight emerges center stage exposing Kevin Bishop's back to the crowd, the design of his jacket the only thing seen to the audience's eyes. With the hoodie over his head, he slowly turns around to look at the disloyal fools booing him, slandering his name in their sheer ignorance. The chorus of the song begins which he expands his arms out to the side and a flash of golden fireworks explodes on each side of the stage. After that sequence has finished, he removes the hoodie from on top of his head then marches down the entrance path assuming that glorious posture in his walk. He ignores the fans' arms as they stretch out in a futile attempt to touch the King.
He takes a few moments to walk around the ring, eyeing down the crazy booing fans behind the barricades. When he climbs up the steel steps, he also takes his place on the middle turnbuckle outside of the ropes. Kevin Bishop raises his arms. The lights instantly come back to life, lighting every detail of the interior of the stadium. Kevin drops over the top rope down into his corner, hanging the belt on the top rope as he removes his hoodie then tosses it at ringside.
Zach Davis: Here. We. Go.
Freddy Whoa: This isn't just Corey Black versus Kevin Bishop, this is Corey Black versus Creeping Death.
The two men meet in the middle of the ring. No words. They just begin brawling.
Zach Davis: HERE! WE! GO!
Corey Black gains the upper hand and sends Kevin Bishop to the ropes. Bishop comes back and Corey drops him with a perfectly placed Dropkick. Corey runs to the ropes, Springboards, hits another Dropkick. Bishop rolls out and Corey runs to the ropes after him..
Freddy Whoa: SUICIDE PLANCHA!
Corey gets to his feet and lifts Bishop, but Bishop drops him with a Jawbreaker. Bishop quickly grabs Corey's head and slams it into the turnbuckle. Repeatedly.
Zach Davis: You can argue about what we've seen, about the nature of mental illness, about what Creeping Death is or isn't.... But Kevin Bishop is especially vindictive here.
Eventually Corey is busted open and Bishop throws him to the ground. Corey rolls towards the apron as Bishop soaks in the booing.
Freddy Whoa: This is a Tables match, remember, only one way to win. And-
Corey seemingly reaches what he wanted - a light tube! He grabs it and swings it towards Bishop, connecting with his face!
Zach Davis: WHAT!
Bishop drops down, holding his face in pain. Corey angrily lays the kicks to Bishop, who is bleeding profusely. Corey pulls a table out from underneath the ring and slides it inside.
Freddy Whoa: This escalated quickly.
Corey pulls out another light tube and raises it above his head before breaking it across the back of Kevin Bishop - creating millions of tiny cuts, all bleeding, and all infected with whatever is in light tubes. Corey slides into the ring and sets up the table.
Zach Davis: We knew this would be a table match, but it has taken quite a turn.
Bishop, barely conscious, has thrown himself towards the apron. Corey pulls him in. He looks him in the eyes before lifting him up onto his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: BURNING HAMMER!
NO!, Bishop slides behind Corey. Bishop spits out a fireball.
Zach Davis: How in the hell-
Corey ducks the fireball. Unbelievably, it lands on the table.. setting it ablaze.
Freddy Whoa: Is that a Creeping Death thing, or....
Zach Davis: Who knows!
Corey pulls Bishop in and lifts him up one more time.
Freddy Whoa: BURNING HAMMER ONTO THE BURNING TABLE!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: The King of the Deathmatch reigns victorious!
Freddy Whoa: This match was short but ... well, sweet isn't the word... ! Short but vicious?
Medics and firemen storm the ring to put out the fire as Corey Black stands tall, having defeated his demons... for now. Slam fades to black.