the Wesbanco Arena in Wheeling, West Virginia
We open to the screaming crowd. The camera pans from the top of the arena down to the ring.
Zach Davis: Hello fans, we are live from Wesbanco Arena in Wheeling, West Virginia! Thank you for joining us, let's go to the ring with Kyle Steel!
We cut to the ring where Kyle Steel is all smiles and the crowd begins to die down from chaos to listen. There's also a small podium in the ring with something on it covered by a red cloth.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the man who is now UNBANNED FROM WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION, TORRRTTUUURREEEEEEEEEE!
Everyone's(no ones) favorite pop rock band Kings of Leon hits the airwaves and as Crawl smashes through the sold out crowd in Wheeling, West Virginia and Torture steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. Torture ripped to the nines in his custom CoolWear Inc suit. He taunts a few times to the sold out crowd as he makes his way down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: It's good to have him back, Zachy!
Zach Davis: Damn right! The Board of Directors made the right move! Seth was out of line and Torture is back!
Freddy Whoa: Let's not forget that Torture and Seth Lerch will go one on one at WAR!
Zach Davis: Let's also not forget that Torture has some sort of announcement here tonight thanks to Duece, the head of the Board of Directors! What can this be?!
Freddy Whoa: What is under that cloth?
Zach Davis: Guess we're going to find out!
Torture stands in the ring and takes the microphone from Kyle Steel just as he exits. Torture stands in the middle of the ring taking in the "TORT-URE TORT-URE TORT-URE" chants. They die down and he begins to speak.
Torture: First things first, it's GOOD to be back HOME!
Torture: Second of all, until WAR, I can't get my hands on Seth Lerch.
Torture: I know, I know, I didn't like it either. There is nothing in this world that I want more than to wrap my hands around his tiny, skinny, little neck and choke his ass out.
Torture: And of course, Seth isn't going to come out here now, nah, because he's a pussy who has gotten off on attacking me from behind or using his dozen or so bodyguards, but whatever. Either way, at WAR, I get what I deserve and that's beating Seth Lerchs ass right here in the middle of this ring and taking back everything I've worked hard on my entire career that he's ripped away from me!
Torture: Now, for the last hour or so as you guys settled into your seats this.. thing.. behind me has sat here. It's been teasing you. Hell, the tweets have been teasing you for a week! I think it's time I finally feed you the information you've been waiting to hear!
Torture: On August 30th in 2009 at Revenge I won the WCF World Heavyweight Championship for a third time and that Championship belt has meant a lot to me. I've had it hanging in my office for years to remind me of how hard I've fought to get where I am today, to remind me that there's a huge payoff in the end if you put in the work, the commitment and the time, you can achieve huge success in Wrestling Championship Federation.
Torture: It was the last time I ever captured the World Title, and for the last few months I've done some thinking. I've been looking at that World Championship I won at Revenge in 2009 a while in my office while I was nursing my bruises from all the Seth Lerch attacks and I've thought, I have to do something for this roster. I have to continue helping the WCF boys in the back who bust their ass and never get anywhere because Lerch is an idiot who runs things into the ground.
Torture: So I took that World Championship off the wall and took it to a good friend of mine recently and we tweaked some changes on the gold plating and I was in meetings with the Board of Directors last week after they lifted that stupid ban off of me and ensured all lawsuits were dropped, and I told them my idea and they were so happy about it that neither they at WCF nor myself could wait any longer to introduce this and announce this going forward.
Crowd stands to their feet intrigued.
Torture: So without further ado, I introduce to you one of the most prestigious Championships in Wrestling Championship Federation history! A brand new title belt!
Crowd begins to cheer with excitement.
Torture: This will push the bar higher and higher putting pressure on the World Heavyweight Champion, this belt will arguably be just as good as the World Championship.. Here, let me show you..
Tort takes the cloth and drags it off the glass podium showcasing the new Championship belt.
Torture: This is the Omega Championship!
Crowd oooh's and awe's.
Torture: This Championship is as high as you can go on the singles ladder before you enter into the World Champion discussion. This Omega Championship has the leather straps from my third World Title win, still the same gold plating with some tweaks and adjustments, this Championship means a lot to me and now I hope it means a lot to you, the fans!
Torture: And that's not all! I won this Championship belt back in 2009 at Revenge, so I'm officially announcing that this Championship will be up for grabs at Revenge!
Zach Davis: Whoa!
Freddy Whoa: Hey, that's my line!
Torture: The Omega Championship will be on the line as Mikey eXtreme will go one on one against Kyle Kemp at Revenge!
The jumbotron lights up as a graphic shows up featuring the two men with the Championship logo and everything.
Zach Davis: Wow! Revenge is looking REAL good already!
Freddy Whoa: Whoooaaaa yo! Kemp and Mikey for the Omega Championship? That's huge!
Zach Davis: This is fantastic news, Freddy! The WCF Roster has needed a great singles Championship to push the World Champion and keep him on his toes and now we have just that!
Freddy Whoa: The Omega Championship looks sick!
A baritone bellow of “COLD GETTING DUMB” cuts off Torture as “Supervillain Theme” hits and out steps the new WCF World Heavyweight Champion. Steven Singh smiles ear to ear in a neatly fitted blue three-piece suit accented by a gold tie that sets off the shimmer of the WCF World Title draped over his shoulder with pride. The boos rain down on the allegedly illegitimate champion who meets them with winks and some blown kisses to the crowd. He strides down the ramp toward Torture and pulls a microphone up to his mouth.
Steven Singh: This, WCF Galaxy….THIS is part of the problem. It’s part of the problem with Slam, part of the problem with the WCF and part of the problem with this once-glorious Championship that I intend to return to its proper pedestal atop this popsicle stand from the depths of irrelevance that every so-called champion before me condemned it to. After a new Champion is crowned, after the most competitive Ultimate Showdown in WCF History, after a surefire match of the year candidate, The Board hands over the opening segment allowing this half-wit wanker to continue pushing their little dramedy. Seth tells me to bring proper prestige back to this title one moment and then the rest of the suits let this mook attempt to steal my thunder the next.
By now, Singh has made it to the ring and walked up the stairs. He wipes his feet on the apron, steps between the ropes, and addresses the WCF Hall of Famer more directly.
Steven Singh: But I do all the stealing now. This is 2017, The Year of The Thief. So shoo, mothballs! Limp on back to a time when you were relevant; maybe slip back into hibernation until Seth has Logan jump you in a few months.
For his part, Torture has been completely nonplussed by The Superstar’s insults, simply chuckling as the crowd pours hate down onto Singh. Torture suddenly takes a step forward and puts himself nose-to-nose with the World Champion and the crowd EXPLODES.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Singh shrugs the World Title back into its proper spot on his shoulder, holding Torture’s stone-faced glare as neither man gives an inch and the crowd continues toward a fever pitch. Just as suddenly as he stepped into his face, Torture suddenly smiles at the new Champion and gives him a seemingly congratulatory pat on the arm. As Torture rolls out of the ring, Singh wipes his suit jacket off where Torture touched it and raises the microphone back to his mouth.
Steven Singh: Now that I’ve handled that bit of business...Faithful Stevenites!
The crowd roars their disapproval as Singh waves a hand and a rat-faced, balding man in an expensive suit comes bumbling out from the backstage, carrying a briefcase. As Singh continues, he waddles his way into the ring.
Steven Singh: Please hold your applause until the end, we have a lot to get through and I know that mongoloid already bored half my audience to sleep by now. As many of you are aware, Steven Singh was banned from competing for the WCF World Heavyweight Title due to an unfair and unreasonable stipulation put forth by Seth Lerch. Aware of the stipulation, I ordered David Sanchez down to the ring to choke the air from the lungs of one Joey Flash, disqualifying Steven Singh from both the match and from competing for the World Title. This was a display of unity and sacrifice for the greater good. Your Golden God founded the WCF’s new superpower, its new religion with a concept called “Generous Orthodoxy.” That...and, of course, a back up plan.
The World Champion extends a hand and the portly man next to him hands him a thick manila file folder.
Steven Singh: By the very next Slam after my loss at Timebomb, my lawyers had dotted every i and crossed every t on the papers in my hand. These papers confirm that Steven Singh was indeed banned from ever competing for the WCF World Title.
The crowd pops.
Steven Singh:Stephen Singh however….was not.
A slightly confused murmur from the crowd.
Steven Singh: You see, simpletons, since the twelfth of March I have competed inside this very squared circle not as the hopelessly banned S-T-E-V-E-N Singh, but instead as the free and clear S-T-E-P-H-E-N Singh. Same great talent! Brand new name!
As understanding sets in, the boos pick back up.
Steven Singh: The paperwork was filed with The Board that very week, my name was legally changed and I….my Faithful Stephenites...I was free to compete for the grand prize that I now hold in my hands. The morning of Ultimate Showdown, the paperwork finally made its way onto Seth Lerch’s desk. He could only sit backstage--one hand scratching his ass, the other coiled around a bottle of cheap whiskey--as I claimed my prize and his stipulation was proven as limp and toothless as Teo’s run as Teddy Blaze.
With a mention of his name, the crowd begins a “TEEEO! TEEEEO! TEEEEO!” chant. Singh hands the file back to his lawyer and adjusts the belt again.
Steven Singh: While we’re on the topic of bans, I’ve had my lawyers begin drafting papers on some more appropriate and iron-clad bans that I’ll be presenting to the Board shortly. Specifically, all competitors in The Ultimate Showdown will be BANNED from competing for my World Title! Save for Sanchez since we all know he’d choke it away anyways, right? Kidding, Dave! I’m just kidding. John Rabid? BANNED for spreading lies and slander about Your World Heavyweight Champion! Gravedigger? BANNED for being too hideous and misshapen to be the face of a company! Sidney Warwick? BANNED for having only defended the Alpha Title once--that’s right, just once!--prior to Ultimate Showdown! In addendum to all Ultimate Showdown participants being banned, as of this week, my lawyers have begun working on a proper ban on Teo del Sol, Teddy Blaze, and all his associated likenesses from comp--
At that moment, “Kickstart My Heart” takes over the sound system and the crowd LOSES their minds as the number one contender, Teo del Sol steps out from behind the curtain.
The number one contender begins making his way down to the ring, slapping hands with a few of his adoring fans on the way. Just outside the ring, the roar finally begins to quiet and he produces a microphone.
Teo del Sol: Cute tricks, Champ. But you know as well as I do, that our contract is already signed, your reign is already in danger, and…
He rolls into the ring and stands face to face with the WCF World Champion.
Teo del Sol: There is no escaping me.
Steven Singh: Escape you? I’m simply looking to not waste my Faithful Stephenites’ time. These people pay good money for good matches, not a squash where pobre Teo taps out in two minutes before disappearing back into the void of part-time poonbags where he belongs.
Teo del Sol: Cling to your doubt, Steven. But be warned: the comfort it provides you now will only give way to regret after I take that title at Revenge. See you then, Champ.
With that, Teo drops his microphone and extends an open palm to Singh who scoffs at the prospect of a handshake. With a shrug and a smile, Teo turns to leave the ring but Singh grabs him by the shoulder and turns him back face to face and swings a right hand.
Freddy Whoa: The Champion looking for a cheap shot! But it’s blocked by Teo who is now laying into Singh with elbow strikes!
The World Title falls off of Singh’s shoulder as his lawyer cowers in the corner and the crowd roars their approval of the beatdown. Singh has stumbled back to the corner and without a moment’s hesitation, Teo del Sol drops him with a Tornado DDT. As Singh struggles to get back up, Teo measures him for a moment before….
Zach Davis: BLAZING KNEE! He just coldcocked Singh and he is OUT! Where is Everest?! The Champion has just taken a beating from Teo del Sol!
Teo reaches to the mat and holds the World Title in his hands for a moment. He stares at what has eluded him for so long in the WCF. As the crowd cheers, Teo tosses the belt across the downed Stephen Singh and steps between the ropes as “Kickstart My Heart” blasts through the speakers again. His lawyer scurries over but Singh shoves him away, clutching tightly to the World Heavyweight Title as he attempts to regain his bearings.
Atomic Rockers/Johnny Alpha vs Tall, Tuff, & Stuff/Chris Cardell
“Johnny B. Goode cover” by The Atomic Rockers booms out over the Wesbanco arena speakers as The Rockers (Jukebox Rocker Rock Roll and Too Dope for VHI Boom Box Empson) are joined by an enthusiastic Johnny Alpha as all three bust out a full on air guitar concert as they strut and shimmy down towards the ring.
Zac Davis: We got ourselves a freebird revival on our hands here, Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
The beginning of "The Kill" by 30 seconds to mars plays over the Public Announce system, as Chris cardell makes his way onto the stage. Not much emotion on his face, his eyes seem focused and prepared for the task at hand as he makes his way down the ramp. This action syncopates into the team of Tall, Tuff, and Stuff, microphones in hand, arriving on stage. Led by Derrick Tuff, the three stroll to the top of the ramp where they stop. Tuff raises his mic to speak. "My name is Derrick Tuff! And I am a certified thief and a bonafide gimmick stealer and you can't. Teach. That! And this right here, this is Big Tan and he's seven foot tall and you can't. Teach. That! But you can teach someone how to lie about their height... And this is right here, this is Nick Stuff and he's... he's just kinda there.... and you can't. Teach. That! Bada Boom, most unoriginal dudes in the room! How you doin'??"
Cardell shakes his head as he offers his hand to The Rockers and Alpha. The Rockers shake while Alpha swats Cardell’s palm away to a spattering of boos.
Zach Davis: This is going to be a three on three match, Freddy. Cardell and his crew seem to have the advantage with their height and power!
Cardell bounds out of the gate with a lariat that catches Too Dope. Half nelson backbreaker for a quick pin, broken up at two by Alpha who retreats as Cardell stands. The distraction allows Jukebox to springboard off the turnbuckle as he performs a 450 splash that connects with Cardell! Jukebox clutches his ribs as he rolls out of the ring, while a groggy Too Dope begins to stir.
Too Dope draps his hand over Cardell for a count.
Cardell, is up as he hits an Atomic drop followed by a Biel throw on Too Dope.
Zach Davis: Atomic drop on Too Dope, irony engaged.
Cardell in early control of the match as he connects with a gutwrench suplex on Too Dope.
Zach Davis: The man is fair, but methodical.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! He’s a silent killer!
Cardell with a Argentine Backbreaker Powerbomb on Two Dope as Cardell goes for the cover!
Johnny Alpha out of nowhere with a basement dropkick followed up with a rolling thunder on Cardell. In comes Jukebox with a running leg lariat to the back of Cardell’s skull which bounces off the mat. The fluidity of the Rocker’s movement is impressive as Cardell is isolated while Alpha directs traffic.Tanner Tall and Derrick Tuff are chomping at the bit to get into the fray as Alpha has tagged himself in, slowing down the pace with a series of well executed kicks to Cardell’s stomach. The boos increase now for Alpha as he eye pokes the Terre Haute hero before spitting in his eye.
Zach Davis: Alpha has turned on the crowd!
Alpha drags Cardell to his feet and hooks his opponent's head between his legs for the powerbomb lift, but Cardell drops to his knee and puts on the breaks. As Alpha attempts to lock the move back in, Cardell hits a back body drop out of nowhere, diving for his corner as--
Jukebox hits a springboard elbow drop that cuts Cardell off at the pass, Too Dope in now, dragging Cardell back to their corner as the boos increase. The rockers and Alpha start applying boots to the slumped Cardell who’s helpless now in the enemy’s corner. Alpha, Too Dope and finally Jukebox go for running cannonballs as two of the three connect on Cardell. Two Dope prepares to execute his run as--
Too Dope is lifted up off his feet, Boot of Doom (fireman's carry flapjack & dropkick) annihilates Too Dope as Nick Stuff runs interference on the ref, shielding his vision from Tall and Tuff’s actions.
Zach Davis: Stuff to the rescue!
Cardell drags himself to his feet and takes out an incoming Jukebox is a spinning Lariat, Johnny Alpha dives in but meets a backstabber counter from Cardell for his troubles! Cardell is so close now, almost at his corner...can he make the tag?! So close...so close…
Cardell on his knees now, exhausted, he reaches out, hand tantalisingly close, almost there…
Tanner Tall is in and explodes like a house on fire! The crowd cheer as Tanner hits a Powerbomb counter on Alpha. A backdrop on Jukebox and a DDT on Too Dope. Tanner coves Cardell back in.
Freddy Whoa: He's ready, here we go!
Cardell lifts Too Dope up and hits the Side Death Valley Driver.
Zach Davis: THE FLATLINE!
Into the pin.
Kyle Steele: And here are your winners: Tall, Tuff, & Stuff. with Chris Cardell!!!
Zach Davis: Tall an’ Tuff raise Cardell’s hand in victory as all three stand, well...tall at the end of the match! Great win!
Corey Black vs Biohazard
"Spit Out the Bone" by Metallica hits the stereo system 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. He expands his arms out receiving praise from the crowd!
Zach Davis: The man himself, Corey Black, ladies and gentlemen.
Freddy Whoa: Can I just say that this match is ridiculous? Why in the world is Corey Black on Slam to wrestle Biohazard?
As the announcers debate the merits of Black’s appearance tonight, he strolls down the ramp. Hitting ringside, Black slides into the ring to await his opponent, the not-so-venerable Biohazard. Black’s music subsides and a hush falls over the crowd. The wait lingers. Biohazard’s entrance music does not play. Black walks to the front of the ring, staring up the ramp with a puzzled expression on his face.
Zach Davis: Initial thought: Biohazard is too drunk to wrestle.
Freddy Whoa: Well damn, they better get some other dude out her to take his spot. You don’t bring Corey Black out here to wrestle nobody!
The titontron spring to action with live footage from right behind the curtain. We see Biohazard sprawled out on the ground face down in the staging area. A tinge of blood has trickled out of his nose, presumably resulting from impact with the ground. A pair of high-end patent black leather shoes enters the shot and casually steps over the motionless body of WCF’s longest-tenured jobber, heading toward the curtain. We switch back inside the area.
Corey Black is looking over at the referee and shrugging his shoulders. It’s clear both men don’t know what’s going on. But they’re about
to find out. The lights in the area go dark and…
“300 Violin Orchestra” hits over the PA system.
A low spotlight illuminates the silhouette of a man on the stage. The crowd EXPLODES. They already know. As the music slows momentarily, and then hits again…the lights come on.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
Inside the ring Corey Black takes a half step backward, revealing a fleeting moment of shock as the glaring face of Jonny Fly stares down at him from the stage of the Westbanco Arena. Fly, wearing his customary black three-piece suit that cost more than Seth Lerch makes in a year, holds a microphone in his right hand.
Zach Davis: This is just about the last person we expected to see tonight. The rare appearances from Fly over the last couple of years have always happened at larger events.
Freddy Whoa: Remember Fly’s appearance in January? Seeing him out here with Corey Black in the ring makes sense. These two have some unfinished business scheduled.
Right now, throughout the arena, grown men are crying tears of joy. The women are pinching their nipples in unrelenting pleasure. The adolescents are hurriedly grabbing their phones out of their vaginas to snapchat their friends that they’re witnessing THE Jonny Fly live, in person. Suffice to say, Fly’s appearance has caused emotional pandemonium throughout the arena. At the center of it all, is the man himself.
The star of WCF stars. The man who won so much during his run that the term ‘Flyjobber’ is now a permanent fixture in wrestling lexicon. Fly hasn’t appeared on Slam in well over a year, so he takes a moment to soak up the rare positive reaction from the crowd. Finally, he brings up the microphone to address his long-time friend/rival.
Fly: Well, now, would you look at that. Corey Black, loyal company soldier, out here in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere West Virginia at the beck and call of the powers that be to wrestle the most worthless piece of shit who’s ever been privileged to step foot on the same canvas as yours truly.
…and just like that, the crowd turns on Fly. Always hated during his career, the boos begin to rain down. As always, he feeds off it. Smirking now, Fly continues…
Jonny Fly: Of course, for those of us who TRULY know Corey Black, and who’s opinions of him aren’t shaped by nubile ignorance, this is the exactly the type of match that’s allowed him to retain some modicum of relevance for the last 7 years. CD, it’s truly amazing how you’ve continued to warp the minds of generation after generation of WCF wrestlers. This delusion you’ve crafted that not only are you a GOOD wrestler, but a historic one – if not the greatest ever! – is a momentous sham.
Jonny Fly: Yet, these fuckin’ idiots backstage bite at it every time. You always manage to find people who want to group up with you. There’s always some dumb fuck out there ready to drop down to your level and do some nonsensical midcard program. Just listen to people ‘shoot’ on you. Fuckin’ Christ. There’s no fire in their voice. That competitive juice is bottled up and saved for someone else. Instead, we get this mind-numbing concoction of acknowledgement and respect in its place. They try to hide it and put on a superior front, but it’s always there. FPV’s out there calling you the ‘master of the Burning Hammer’ and asking politely to see the Corey Black of old. Spoiler alert: the Corey Black of old wasn’t worth a shit either. He won titles in an era of 10-15 wrestler rosters - inferior wrestlers at that. I’d have 36 World Titles if all I had to do was wrestle Logan or some other jobber every week for an entire motherfuckin' decade.
Fly drops the microphone slightly, pausing just long enough to turn his smirk into a grin.
Jonny Fly: Nah, scratch that. I’d have one, with a 3,650-day title reign.
More boos from the crowd follow the comment.
Jonny Fly: What’s worse? My dude FPV is out there doing it better than most. I’m only calling him out because his comments are recent, and I don’t have to worry about the innovator of ‘Vagina Feud’ being a vagina about my criticism. The fact remains, in a company owned and operated by the shadiest and most unstable man alive, it is you - Corey Black - who architects WCF’s largest and longest con.
Inside the ring Black shouts something back at Fly that we can’t decipher through the audio feed.
Jonny Fly: Easy now, CD. You know me. I love a good con. Like the con I pulled on you when I invited you into my stable, Pantheon, to serve as our resident old guy. The Era of Jonny Fly was about moving this company forward and out of the dark ages. Removing ourselves from that persistent desire to reach to the past. OF COURSE, I had to bring in some decrepit motherfucker to serve as my lackey. But you went along with it, willingly, because you needed that spotlight. Like any middle-aged man slut who’s been put out, you needed the comfort and warmth of a rub. So, you were more than willing to come whorin’ to Jonny Fly and Pantheon. Unfortunately, for all of us really, you’re the bitch who won’t go home in the morning. You’re still laying in my bed asking anyone, literally anyone, if they want to give it another go with your dusty ass. I’m long gone, but you remain. Stuck in the past. Not sure what else to do. This retirement tour is nothing but another cry for attention. Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong…
Fly brings the microphone down and points it forward toward the ring, as if to ask Black for a rebuttal. CD looks around, trying to find someone with a microphone at ringside. He motions for one, but before it’s delivered Fly continues and Black redirects his focus to the stage.
Jonny Fly: Do you know why I’m here, CD?
Black nods his head slowly, confirming.
Jonny Fly: We have a match scheduled for WAR, and I thought it best to make sure you knew that I haven’t forgotten. Your retirement tour cannot possibly be complete without another loss to yours truly. I simply can’t allow you to slink out of this company, if that’s even going to happen, without adding one last final chapter to our story. I’m sorry my friend, but you don’t deserve to leave this place on your own volition or terms. These other people around here, none of them simply care or are capable enough to go into that ring and give you the awe-inspiring beating you so richly deserve. These fuckers half-ass matches against Corey Black because they’ve learned from Corey Black over the last seven years that half-assing is perfectly acceptable. You can half-ass the entire second half of your career and still be a Hall of Famer, Six-Time World Champion, and get a grand retirement tour when the decision is made to remove life support from your stagnant and stale career!
Fly shakes his head in disgust.
Jonny Fly: Our match next month is signed and sealed. I’m here, and I’m not going away until I’ve butchered you and then mutilated the perception that your name is of significance in the history of this company. You know me well enough to understand I’m not kidding, either. These are not just words. This is fortunetelling. At WAR, you will feel, in every bone and muscle fiber of your being, the full Jonny Fly experience. I will destroy you physically, mentally, emotionally – in every sense you can imagine. I will take my vengeance and your career in one match, on one night, in less than one hour.
Fly pauses one last time. He takes a quick glance around the arena, giving the crowd another chance to pelt him with boos. Fly cares not, and proceeds to finish up.
Jonny Fly: My suggestion would be for you to stop wrestling jobbers and get down on your arthritis-ridden knees and pray to your god to bestow upon you the strength and skill you've never possessed. But, that won’t help because he god of wrestling is Jonny Fly – and I don’t save anyone. I exist only to consume. This is the end of the line for you, CD. One and a half months. That’s your timeline. I suggest getting your affairs in order.
With that, Fly casually tosses the microphone into the crowd and simply turns and walks away. Quickly after, he disappears behind the curtain.
Freddy Whoa: …wow.
Zach Davis: …
Freddy Whoa: Zach, what are you doing?
Zach Davis: Sorry. I just sent my friends about two-dozen fire emojis after that speech from Fly.
Freddy Whoa: Well that’s a lie. We all know you don’t have any friends.
Inside the ring, Corey Black stares at the empty spot where Fly was just standings – a look of resentment on his face. He scoffs, just enough for us to see the reaction on camera. Then slowly, he ducks through the ropes and drops back down to ringside. Showing little other emotion, he makes his way to the back.
Udy/Oathbreaker vs Trey Carter/Big Sexy Bryan
Zach Davis: We have a card chalk full of great tag team matches for you today. And this next one promises to live up to the hype.
Freddy Whoa: That’s right! Udy and Oathbreaker need no introduction. They’ve been around for quite a while now and have established themselves as real contenders. I’m ready to see a solid match tonight!
Zach Davis: Solid is definitely the word here. Udy, Oathbreaker and Trey Carter have all proved themselves as solid wrestlers and there is no love loss. So expect these wrestlers to outperform each other tonight. And the newcomer Big Sexy Bryan is looking to make a name for himself.
Freddy Whoa: That’s right. He was a bit annoyed about the match, proclaiming that he deserved a one on one match to show his talent to management.
Zach Davis: Trey complained about the same. It’s all about proving yourself and not complaining every time you don’t get what you want.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah but they great complainers…
Zach Davis: Sorry I am getting word that there is something big going on backstage. We’re going to take you there right now and…
Udy and Oathbreaker are seen being attacked in a dressing room by Trey Carter and Big Sexy Bryan.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?! This match hasn’t even started!!
The four competitors continue to trade blows until Udy whips Trey into the wall and helps Oathbreaker beat down Big Sexy Bryan. The two men try for a double vertical suplex, but the big man is able to fight them off. Trey launches himself into the crowd of wrestlers and all four men break through the door.
Zach Davis: Can anybody bring some order into this match?!
The four men continue to fight, slowly heading towards the entrance. Trey pushes off Udy and reaches for a chair. He swings it at Udy, but Udy quickly ducks and Trey levels Big Sexy Bryan.
Freddy Whoa: Wow!! That looks like it hurt. I think you missed Trey!!
Udy and Oathbreaker stare at Trey. Trey looks to swing the chair again but Udy hits a solid kick to his gut, setting up Oathbreaker for a vicious Yakuza Kick. Trey goes down hard.
Freddy Whoa: Now that’s teamwork!!
Udy and Oathbreaker stomp Trey before a groggy Bryan breaks the attack. He swings at both opponents. Bryan absorbs incoming hits and keeps swinging right back at them.
Zach Davis: What’s it going to take to bring this 6’8’’ man to his knees?!
Oathbreaker attempts an Enziguri, but Bryan ducks it. But as Bryan stands back up, he’s left open for Udy to super kick him. The giant goes down hard. Udy sets up a table near the fallen wrestler and signals for Oathbreaker to pick Bryan up. Oathbreaker brings Bryan to his feet and sets him up for a powerbomb. Out of nowhere, Trey runs into the scene, launches off of the table and hits a flying clothesline on Udy and Oathbreaker. All the men hit the floor and writhe in pain.
Freddy Whoa: This is just reckless! I kind of love it!!
Trey slowly works his way to his feet along with Udy. Trey attempts a super kick but Udy blocks it with his hands. Trey attempts a back kick, Udy quickly responds with another block. Trey goes for a clothesline but Udy quickly ducks it. When Trey turns around, Udy hits a superkick that sends Trey going backward into a wall with a window. Trey’s back hits the window hard, but it doesn’t break. He leans against the window and holds his back in pain. Without hesitation, Udy runs to Trey and launches himself in the air in attempt to hit a Cannon ball on Trey. Trey immediately darts out of the way and Udy crashes through the window into the next room.
Zach Davis: Holy shit!!!
Freddy Whoa: I think he’s dead!! We just witnessed a death!!
Trey peaks through the window and laughs. He turns around and Oathbreaker kicks him in the gut and hits his jackknife backbreaker. Trey holds his back in severe pain and rolls on the floor. Trey rolls towards the entrance curtain before Oathbreaker catches up with him. Before Oathbreaker could do anything, Big Sexy Bryan hits a big boot that sends him through the curtain and down on the ramp. The audience screams in approval as the match is seemingly moving into the ring. Bryan drags Oathbreaker down the ramp before he spots a hot girl and drops Oathbreaker.
Zach Davis: Seriously! I know he likes to kiss women during his entrance but this is no time for…
Freddy Whoa: There is always time!!!!
Bryan licks his lips and winks at the female in the audience. She smiles seductively back at him and leans in. Bryan smirks and goes for the kiss. Oathbreaker pounds on Bryan’s back, causing Bryan to headbutt the woman and knock her unconscious. Bryan is irked, but Oathbreaker takes advantage and hits a ddt. Trey Carter quickly limps down the ramp to meet Oathbreaker, who is slowly getting up from performing the DDT. As soon as Oathbreaker is up, Trey hits a fisherman suplex. Trey slowly gets up and limps towards the ring. He rolls in and yells at the ref to start counting. The bell rings to start the match and the ref shrugs and starts counting.
Zach Davis: Well I guess this match is officially underway now?
Trey smiles until he sees Udy, bleeding and all, walk down the ramp. Trey yells for the ref to count faster.
Udy fights back the pain and at the last possible second, slides in. Trey takes advantage and hits the Street Cutter on Udy.
Zach Davis: What a cheap way to get a victory! Attack your opponents before the match and then sneak a quick pin! This is a disservice to our fans!
Trey gets on his knees to get the pin, Oathbreaker slides in the and hits the Wrath of the Ancestors.
Zach Davis: Oh my God!! Right on the temple!!!
Both Trey and Udy lay flat on the mat. Oathbreaker gets to his feet and his dragged out of the ring by Big Sexy Bryan. The two continue to trade blows.
Both Udy and Trey work their way up. Udy swings at Trey..
Freddy Whoa: Trey lifts him... STREET CUTTER!
Trey drops down and pins Udy.
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: What an upset! Trey Carter and Big Sexy Brian get the upset win!
Sidney J. Warwick Segment
Scene opens backstage as Sydney J. Warwick is chatting to two electricians working on moving some speaker equipment.
Sydney J. Warwick: Both white...AND MALE!? No, no….unacceptable! What’s going on here? I expressly ordered management to diversify all extras in attack scenes. We have to show the world that the WCF is on top of the rising problem of background misrepresentation during scenes of violence in Pro Wrestling. Unless of course …
Warwick begins to rub his chin...
Sydney J. Warwick: This could also mean that they DID get the memo and no actual attack is imminent. Okay, well...that’s a perfectly acceptable outcome then I suppose. Sorry to bother you Gentlemen, carry o--
A black hackney Taxi cab imported from London, England and driven by John Rabid cannons into the scene! It slams on the breaks as Rabid slides over the hood and hits Sydney with a dropkick! Sydney whooshes past the bemused electricians as he’s slammed against a wall as Rabid grabs a now bleeding Sydney by the hair and drags him towards the Gorilla position!
Electrician #1 speaks with a broken accent.
Electrician #1: Where are you from?
Electrician #2: Poland, you?
Electrician #1 Hungry, pleased to meet you!
Rabid now drags Sydney onto the stage and throws him down the ramp. The social justice warrior rolls towards the ring as Rabid (dressed in his ring attire plus leather trenchcoat and mirror shades) has a microphone now in hand
John Rabid: You probably think I’m mad at you, Sydney. I’m not mad at you. I certainly don’t hate you. Actually when you think about it, this is the last place in the world right now that needs anymore hate.
Huge POP from the crowd.
John Rabid: No, this isn’t about hate, this is about competition. Alpha title, verses Television title. You might think Sydney, you have a God given right to ride that strap of yours all the way to a WAR World Heavyweight title shot without a hitch. But I’m afraid, sir. I have some bad news on that front. I think it’s time you proved your worth. Not by sneak attacks or “iron clad” roll ups, but by facing someone of merit one on one. No distractions. No interference. John Rabid verses Sydney J. Warwick, at Revenge!
Zach Davis: That’s a match for the ages!
Sydney rubs his chin, he shoves a tech hand and snatches a microphone.
Sydney J. Warwick: No sneak attacks? Care to tell me what this is?
John Rabid: What this is, is simple. You intervened into my game. You placed your chess piece on the board, and now you have to play. You pinned me, Sydney. And there’s a very real consequence to that. Fellows in the lorry, roll the footage!
We see footage of last years WAR XV match, Gemini Battle is holding down John Rabid as Kevin Bishop makes the pin to eliminate the Serpent from the match. Rabid exhales as he turns back to face Sydney.
John Rabid: Gemini Battle and Kevin Bishop. The last two to know what it’s like to pin The Ripper for the three count. Now, one year on, Gemini is dead and Kevin Bishop has lost everything. No Brotherhood. No People’s title. He can’t even call himself The Plague anymore. Death. Disgrace. These are the consequences I speak of, Sydney. You play against the Serpent? The stakes are all, or nothing. So the question now is, do you accept?
Sydney places his microphone to his lips as--
“Supervillain theme” by Mad Villain plays as Steven Singh, with the World title slung over his dapper shoulder, enters the fray. Singh stands opposite Rabid, tapping the belt with a brash, arrogant nonchalance.
Steven Singh: Look closely, John. Look at your reflection in the strap. Know what you see? Your entire world, now trapped inside a new age, a new GOLDEN age. An age ruled by a Golden GOD!
The crowd drops a TON of heat on Singh.
Steven Singh: In this brave new world, there’s the peak of Everest, and then, shining down above that, is the majesty of my new Golden era. I am the sun that blesses this Federation with life. Or burns the careers of those I deem unworthy. You, John? You get option two.
John Rabid: You’re trying my patience, Steven.
Steven Singh: That’s because I’m infuriating. I know that, John. But here’s the stinger. I also now carry influence. The kind that can change stipulations on a whim. Take this purposed match of yours for instance.
Sydney J. Warwick: I’d just like to interject that I haven’t actually agreed to--
Steven Singh: What are the stakes, John? Pride? No, pride isn’t enough and you know it. Television versus Alpha, it’s unheard of, it’s unprecedented. Sounds to me, that if we’re to have a Champion vs Champion match, and you’re supposed to defend that Television strap every single week. That the belts should be on the line!
Sydney J. Warwick: WAIT? WHAT? I NEVER AGREED T0--
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
John Rabid: All or nothing.
Steven Singh: All or nothing, John.
Sydney J. Warwick: Wait, I think there’s been some kind of miscommunication here. Can--can someone check to see if my mic is on? Excuse me? Tech hand I insulted earlier, can you--
John Rabid: I accept!
Zach Davis: Holy Crap!
Sydney J. Warwick: WHAT?!
“Master of Puppets” by Metallica hits as Seth Lerch walks out onto the stage!
Seth Lerch: WAIT! Now let’s just consider what we’re all suggesting here.
Sydney J. Warwick: I’m not actually suggesting any--
Seth Lerch: Title versus title, I do believe we’re all in agreement is a great idea.
Sydney J. Warwick: We are? I don’t believe I’ve actually--
Seth Lerch: But….WHY STOP THERE?
Zach Davis: Wow. This is gonna be good.
Seth Lerch: Let’s take this to another level. Television title versus Alpha. If Rabid loses, he has to vacate the belt. But, what if he wins?
We see a devious smile creep across the Ripper’s face as Singh blood turns cold.
Steven Singh: We, erm… Hey, Seth..what if he gets a new car, or maybe--
Seth Lerch: A World title shot.
The crowd EXPLODES! Rabid is beaming.
Zach Davis: OH MY GAWD!
John Rabid: I agree to those terms.
Steven Singh shakes his head.
Steven Sigh: I’d, I'd like to raise some reservations.
Sydney J. Warwick: Excuse me? Is my mic still on? Hello? HELLO?
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Mix” By Bring Me the Horizon plays as Rabid raises his Television title high above his head as cut to a commercial.
Sydney J. Warwick: I feel marginalized.
Bonnie Blue vs Dawson Creek
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time-limit. Introducing first, the Daughter of Time-- BONNNNNNIE BLUEEEEE!!!
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. #ShutterShades pulled down to hide her eyes.
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: Bonnie Blue not getting quite the reaction she did the last time we came from the WesBanco, Zach.
Zach Davis: What? Like a month ago?
Freddy Whoa: Maybe two. But either way, those #beachkrew guys have got themselves a star on-board with Bonnie.
Zach Davis: Daughter of the legendary Johnny Reb, current UCI World Champion… yeah. I’m pretty sure she’s a keeper, Fred.
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.
Kyle Steel: And now; her opponent. Making his way to the ring now from Capeside-- DAWWWWSON CREEEEEEEK!!!
"I Don't Want to Wait" by Paula Cole plays over the speakers. Dawson Creek arrives from out back, slapping hands with fans as he makes his way to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Well, I guess tonight’s the night we get to see what this new signing brings to the table between those ropes.
Zach Davis: Right, you are Freddy. After suffering a mild back injury before Ultimate Showdown, Dawson was forced to reschedule his in-ring debut. Instead joining us on commentary-- and I’ve gotta say Freddy. Personally I’d have prefered the triple-threat.
Freddy Whoa: Ain’t that the truth Zach. This is going to be no easy task for the kid from Capeside tonight as Bonnie will be looking to make a triumphant return.
He takes the steps to the ring, enters through the middle rope, and raises his fists in triumph for the fans, who cheer loudly for Dawson as he retreats to the corner and stretches.
*DING DING DING*
The action is quick to explode into living colour. Bonnie comes rushing across the ring and floating through Dawson, grabbing him and executing a fluent armdrag that causes them to almost swap positions. Rolling through, Dawson repeats this; attempting to do the same back to her, only to find himself the recipient of flash pin attempt. Bonnie waits for him to drop his weight to the canvas with her wrist in his hands and simply kneels down on her opponent’s chest, forcing Dawson’s shoulders to the canvas with a pinfall attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie looking to end this match early, Zach.
Zach Davis: You know he kicked out when you were talking, right?
Able to pop his shoulders off the mat before the referee even makes it down to his own knees, Creek forces the slight of build female from top him and quickly springs back to his feet. This time managing the arm drag as she flies back in, looking for no more than a lariat. Caught off-guard, Bonnie takes stock for a second as she gets back up to her feet, only to be caught in a side headlock that Creek applies torque to as he drags her towards the centre of the ring and goes behind her with a hammerlock that Bonnie manages to wriggle free from; bringing them both down to the canvas with a drop-toehold.
Freddy Whoa: An excellent display of technical wrestling from these two tonight.
Zach Davis: It's been anybody's match so far, Fred.
The two athletes jostle for position for a moment or two before the UCI Champion takes the advantage and locks in a front facelock. However, Dawson’s raw strength is enough to allow him to power through, lifting them both up to their feet, still locked in front chancery before driving his shoulder forwards and ramming it into Bonnie’s gut; breaking the grip. From here, it plays out like poetry-- Creek grabs the back of her hair and hauls her forwards, planting her face-first on the canvas with an X-Factor style, split-leg facebuster.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That was one hell of a facebuster!
Zach Davis: ... but he's not going for the cover, Freddy. He might regret this...
Not wasting a moment’s thought, Creek quickly pulls her prone body over to a more suitable position on the canvas before turning out to look at the fans and beginning to climb the turnbuckle as their cheers spur him on. Now a mere footstep away from steady footing atop the turnbuckle, Creek turns back around to the ring. Only to find that Bonnie too is climbing the same corner; picking her spot. Shocked to see the spunky blonde behind him, Dawson stalls and finds himself being quickly flipped to the middle of the ring with a second-rope hurricanrana.
Freddy Whoa: Beautiful hurricanrana by Bonnie Blue!
Zach Davis: That's what happens when you don't seize your opportunities, Fred.
Bonnie keeps her position in one corner, watching as Creek gets up to his knees across the ring before she charges in, planting a foot on his arches back and using it as a platform to leap to the top turnbuckle and springboard back to Dawson who is now fully standing; only for the briefest of seconds before Bonnie flies back towards him, hooking him around the neck and pulling him down to the canvas with a vaulting bulldog she’d been known to call ‘Time’s Up.’ 180 degrees and a lateral press later, Stanley Moser starts to count the cover.
Creek forces his shoulder up again, this time though he’s not so fresh on his journey back to a vertical base, something Blue exploits by kicking his legs out from under him, chopping Dawson back down to the ground with a hard thump as he lands flat on his back. With a little posturing and posing, Bonnie sets up for a standing moonsault; perhaps pandering to the masses for a touch too long as by the time she flips back, Dawson’s knees are already up-- causing them to sink straight into her abdomen as she lands.
Freddy Whoa: Ouch, Dawson's knees just driven right into Bonnie's belly.
Zach Davis: That'll knock the wind out of anyone, Freddy.
Again showing wisdom beyond his experience, Dawson doesn’t waste time going for the cover but instead quickly scampers over to where Bonnie is now bent double, catching her breath against the ropes. The clean cut kid from Capeside clutches his hands around her waist and quickly executes a beautiful bridging German suplex that folds the Daughter of Time up like an accordian; her shoulders firmly sunk into the canvas as Dawson maintains the grip and lifts his heels to make it harder to kick-out.
This time it’s Bonnie who barely breaks the fall by thrusting her left shoulder from the mat to thwart a Dawson Creek debut win. Both competitors are feeling the effects of the early back and forth as they struggle to climb up to their feet and begin trading forearm blows in an exchange that benefits neither. After a brief few seconds of this, Dawson uses his initiative and feigns another forearm as he tastes one himself. Only to pull-off a double-leg takedown that he quickly works into a classical favourite, the Boston crab. With all of his might he pulls back on Bonnie’s legs, the pain rushing up and down her spine as the referee asks her if she’d like to submit.
Freddy Whoa: Dawson Creek has that crab locked in tight!
Zach Davis: Bonnie's already gotta be in a lotta pain. Is she gonna tap out?
Defiant, Bonnie claws her way across the ring, grabbing not the bottom rope, but instead the lip of the apron, using the solid edge to pull her body completely under the ropes, onto the apron and out of Dawson’s clutches. She grabs at the base of her spinal column as a gentlemanly opponent opts for some reason to let her get back into the ring before continuing his assault. Unable to quite believe this, she smiles to herself, even through the pain.
The crowd stands in silent awe as Dawson invites the Hardcore Queen back through the ropes and into this match, a sentiment she makes good use of; seizing the moment and climbing the first rope, taking a handful of Dawson's hair and pulling her towards both her and the ropes simultaneously from her position on the apron. The referee scolds her for doing so, but it turns out there's no need for his reprimands, he slaps Bonnie's hands from his hair and pulls her over the ropes from where she'd been reaching from the apron. The crowd pops for Dawson Creek now, his chivalry seeming to have won their hearts and his thwarting of Bonnie's plan just deeping the love. Shaking his head, he quickly drops his weight whilst ensnaring her arms, dragging her straight over the ropes and right into an air-tight small package.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match by pinfall... DAWWWWWSON CREEEEEEEEEK!!!
Shocked, Bonnie can barely believe her eyes as Dawson Creek, ever the gentleman offers her a helping hand up from the floor as his music plays them out to commercial.
“Change” by Deftones hits the speakers and the crowd starts booing as the WCF Legend, Hall of Famer, and newly crowned People’s Champion walks out from the back with Adrian and a couple of MS-13 thugs in tow. The People’s title is around the waist of Gravedigger as he walks down the ramp. He walks up the ring steps and dips in between the top and middle rope. Gravedigger perches on the second turnbuckle, raising his arms as the crowd continues to boo him.
He finally hops down and walks over to the side of the ring and holds his hand out for a microphone. He turns to the crowd as he lifts the mic to speak.
Gravedigger: In a matter of FOUR SHOWS I have now won TWO singles titles. I didn’t need a tag team. I didn’t need a Trios team. I didn’t need a faction. I won TWO singles titles ON MY OWN. Unlike the rest of the field in the Ultimate Showdown match, I don’t need to rely on anyone for success in WCF.
David Sanchez found out first hand that his numbers meant nothing as I gave him the Internet title. That’s right, David. You didn’t earn that belt. I gave it to you, I handed it to you so you wouldn’t go home with nothing like Dion did or with consolation belts like Andre or Price. I was generous to you. I could have taken you out earlier in the match and sent you home with nothing, but seeing you last just long enough to think you’d win, only to to take it away was worth it.
But onto more important people and more important things, I stand here before you tonight as the PEOPLE’S CHAMPION! I, GRAVEDIGGER, am the champion of the people!
“You Suck” chants start coming from the crowd in attendance. Gravedigger smirks. He then starts glaring as the faint sound of “Not My Champion” can be heard and eventually become the more dominant chants heard from the crowd. Gravedigger laughs.
Gravedigger: Did you think I meant I was the champion of YOU PEOPLE?
The crowd boos.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! Did he just say YOU PEOPLE?
Gravedigger turns to Freddy Whoa.
Gravedigger: Yes, Freddy, I said YOU PEOPLE!
Freddy looks like he’s ready to rip off his jacket and storm the ring but then realizes who he would be getting in the ring with. He sits back down as Gravedigger chuckles. Gravedigger walks over to the side of the ring and points out into the crowd.
Gravedigger: I’m talking about being the champion of THOSE PEOPLE!
The camera zooms in on a group of Hispanic fans wearing MS-13 and Gravedigger gear. The crowd boos.
Gravedigger: I’m the champion of MY PEOPLE! WCF, you are witness to the rise once more of Gravedigger here in WCF. In one month, I’ve held two singles titles and this will definitely not be the last one this year. Revenge is in two weeks and I’ll let Steven Singh, Teo del Sol, and whichever whiny bitch from Ultimate Showdown decides to cash in their singles title to be added to the match have their little fun. I’ll let them go on thinking they’ll be happy as world champion, whoever survives that fucking mess, but then AT WAR, I will once again win that match and go for the world title once more!
The crowd boos loudly.
Gravedigger: Speaking of Revenge though, there’s this matter of defending my People’s title once per month and so there’s no better time than pay-per-view! I have to wonder who would be a great matchup with me. Who can bring in the ratings like me? Who can bring in the pay-per-view buyrates like me? No one tuning in or showing up to the arena is doing so for Steven Singh or Teo del Sol. No, they’re going to be watching or attending WCF Revenge because of ME. To answer my own question though, there is NO ONE in WCF who can match up with me. There is NO ONE in the locker room that is capable of putting on a great match with me. So with that said, I propo---
Gravedigger is interrupted by the sound of loud drums banging as the lights dim. He turns around in confusion as a spotlight hits the entryway and out steps WCF veteran Bishop. Gravedigger grins as he sees a familiar face. The lights come back all the way on after a little bit and Bishop stands there with a microphone in his hand.
Gravedigger: Bishop. Old pal! What the hell are you doing out here?
Bishop: You just said you wanted to know who could match up with you. You asked who could put on a great match with you and so that’s why I’m out here.
Gravedigger: Bishop, this isn’t 2003. This isn’t the Dark Side vs. The Young Bloodz. This isn’t me defending my world title against you in a Hell in a Cell match. WCF isn’t the same. Clearly, from watching you the last few years, you’re not the same anymore either. Me? I’m still winning singles titles. Against guys you can’t beat.
Bishop smirks and nods.
Bishop: Oh so you think just because you’re winning titles occasionally again and I’m not that I can’t hang with you? You scared to face me, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: No, Bishop. I’m not scared of you. Just because you beat up your brother doesn’t mean that it’s a new and improved Bishop.
Bishop: So you saw me beat up my own brother, right? What do you think I’ll do to you?
Gravedigger laughs again and goes to speak but is cut off by Bishop.
Bishop: Shut up, Gravedigger.
The crowd OOOHS as Gravedigger glares.
Bishop: You always talk and run your mouth. Yeah, you’ve beaten me plenty of times and yeah you’ve had more success than me lately, but you forget. I’ve beaten you before.
Gravedigger gets a pissed off look on his face.
Bishop: You forget that what we have is a rivalry and when it comes to rivalries, you can never predict the outcome. You know the fans want to see this.
The crowd pops.
Bishop: So, I’ll see you at Revenge where I give you a Last Sermon and take your People’s Championship.
Bishop drops the mic and smirks at Gravedigger as the show goes to commercial.
Bale Pascal/Taylor Wright vs Jason O'Neal/Jaice Wilds
“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.
Taylor Wright enters the arena while "Hell Song" by Sum 41 plays. He walks to the ring with authority and slides under the bottom rope waiting for the match to begin.
#1 by Nelly hits and Jason O'Neal walks arrogantly walks to the ring.
"Side Of A Bullet" by Nickleback hits the speakers as the Mid-Card Masterpiece enters the arena!! There are cheers and whistles and applause and those dollar store noisemakers!! Jaice makes the most epic geberic entrance you have ever seen, and sonuva bitch, are people excited!! More cheers! More applause! More noisemakers! Jaice hugs people and high fives motherfuckers and gives the fans all the love they give him!! Then he's in the ring and peoplr are STILL going nuts! The ring announcer gets a fist bump! Okay, now for other things!!
Zach Davis: What other things are we ready for, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: I don't know!
The bell sounds. Jaice Wilds rushes Bale Pascal, who faceplants him nonchalantly. This pisses Jaice off, who gets back to his feet and tackles Bale down!
Zach Davis: As an entrant in the King of the Deathmatch tournament, this man proved himself one of the very toughest of the tough here in the WCF. He isn't someone you trifle with.
He hits a series of punches before rolling off of him. Bale is to his feet and he's been rocked, Jaice pushes him into the ropes and then whips him across the ring. Jaice follows up with a kick to the gut followed by a Neckbreaker. Jaice goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Jaice Wilds firmly in control now. He backs up, he has something in mind...
He runs at Bale and hits the Jumping Russian Legsweep!, before going for one more pin!
No!, another kickout.
Bale begins stumbling up and Jaice Springboards, going for a Disaster Kick!, but Bale sidesteps it. Bale irish whips Jaice into the ropes, but Jaice reverses that by executing a Handspring Back Elbow!
Zach Davis: NO! Bale grapples him from behind before he hits the elbow!
Freddy Whoa: CHICKENWING CROSSFACE APPLIED!
Jaice flails wildly towards his corner and Jason O'Neal is able to tag himself in. He climbs to the top and flies off with an Axe Handle Smash, breaking off the hold from Bale, who stumbles towards his corner and tags in Taylor Wright.
Zach Davis: Two fresh men and here we go!
O'Neal runs at Wright but Wright executes a Hurricanrana. Jason O'Neal stumbles up and Wright follows up with a Flying Headscissors. He runs to the ropes and Springboards as the former World Champion is to his feet once more, he executes a Springboard Corkscrew European Uppercut!
Freddy Whoa: Jesus, that really is an amazing move!
Jason O'Neal is really feeling it now and stays down. This gives Wright the time to cilmb to the top turnbuckle. Once O'Neal is in position...
Zach Davis: WRIGHT STUFF! FLYING KNEE STRIKES TO THE HEAD CONNECTS!
Wright immediately pins O'Neal, hooking the leg.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Well there it is, the Everest team gets the win!
Wright and Bale exit the ring as O'Neal holds his head in pain.
Zach Davis: But will Everest be victorious in our main event? Time will tell.
Matthew Drake Segment
Kyle Steel . Ladies and gentlemen, Matthew Drake.
Matthew Drake stands next to him, hands folded in front of him, looking smug, as usual.
Kyle Steel. Matthew, last week at Ultimate Showdown, you and Damian Simmons took each other to the limit, which ultimately ended in a draw. How are you-
Drake cuts him off.
Drake. Listen, I don't give a damn what the record says. I won last week. I beat that big loser within an inch of his life, again. I've proved that he's nothing more than a seven foot tall waste of space.
Kyle Steel . Well, many are saying that the two of you out on a great, match, that they want to see a rematch, what are your thoughts on this?
Drake. No, I have no need to face that... what the hell are you doing here?
Damian Simmons walks into view, standing in front of Drake.
Simmons. *putting his hands up* Easy, partner. I come in peace.
Drake glares at Simmons, not wanting to play his games.
Simmons. I just wanted to say, that was a fantastic match at Ultimate Showdown. You me to my limits. You really earned my respect.
Simmons extends his hand towards Drake, offering him to shake it. Drake looks down, then back up at Simmons. He just smirks and laughs as he walks off.
Troy Wilson/Marty Barrett vs Mushroom Mangino
The Wesbanco Arena in Wheeling, West Virginia have been sold out on this very special episode of Sunday Night SLAM. The fallout of Ultimate Showdown have led to the aftermath and the crowd is chanting like their minds have been taken over. The cameras cut over to Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa sat down behind the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome back to Sunday Night SLAM. Our next match features Troy Wilson and Marty Barrett having the opportunity to face off against the current WCF Tag Team Champions- Wait. “Mushroom Mandingo”. The hell does that mean Zach? You know about this?
Zach Davis: Hell no! Do you think I go out of my way to research porn words? Ever since Ultimate Showdown, Jayson Price and Andre Holmes have developed this weird bond on the basis of gigantic penises. It’s the most bizarre thing I’ve ever read in my entire life. My God.
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and Gentlemen. Our tag team has been taken hostage by two men who believe large penises are the only thing of worth in tag team wrestling. Marty Barrett and Troy Wilson have a lot to deal with tonight so what are we going to be in for?
Zach Davis: I don’t know Freddy but might as well get it over with.
The cameras cut over to inside the ring where Kyle Steel is standing in the center with Marty Barrett and Troy Wilson in the corner of the ring. He gets the nod and raises the microphone under his lips to begin with the introductions.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen! This is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, Marty Barrett and Troy Wilson!
Marty Barrett and Troy Wilson are discussing strategies while Kyle Steel stands beside the referee by the ropes in his signature grey tuxedo. The lights in the arena slowly fades away leaving the crowd in a coveted blanket of darkness. Silence surrounds the environment until the sound of a girl moaning becomes louder and louder. By the time her breaths and moans reach the loudest, the climax screams nearly shatters the eardrums of every audience member before a bunch of white fireworks explode from the stage.
Zach Davis: I really hope we do not become PG. WCF can’t afford the FCC shutting down another show thanks to Price.
Freddy Whoa: Never knew you were a UCI fan.
Zach Davis: Me neither… f
"My Dick" by Mickey Avalon officially begins with two spotlight shining over Jayson Price and Andre Holmes with the WCF Tag Team Championship belts hanging from their underwear over their massive dicks. They nod at each other then walk down the entrance path taking each step carefully so the tag title belts and their dicks do not lethally smack a nearby fan.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents! They are the WCF Tag Team Champions! The team of Jayson Price and Andre Holmes, Mushroom Mandingo!
Reaching the apron facing the stage, they take their sweet time getting inside the ring. Both member of the tag team stand on opposite corners on the middle rope and all eyes divert to the titantron.
Freddy Whoa: Are those cameras wrapped around their penises?
Zach Davis: We’re on the titantron! Let’s kiss Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: FUCK OFF YA’ FUCKING FAGGOT!
Their dicks extend out but thanks to their flexible underwear, the dick camera attached to the head shows random members of the audience making out with each other as they continue to thrust their pelvis around. Once they are finished, they return back to their corner and keep space between each other. The law of dicks never touching must be obeyed.
Crowd: MUSHROOM MANDINGO! MUSHROOM MANDINGO! MUSHROOM MANDINGO! MUSHROOM MANDINGO!
Kyle Steel leaves the ring after Mushroom Mandingo’s entrance is over. The tag team champions receive microphones and the referee leans back on the ropes letting this unfold. Marty Barrett and Troy Wilson are confused what’s going on so they stand before them trying to intimidate them but the champions dismiss them off with a wave of their right hands.
Crowd: LET’S GO BIG DICKS! (CLAPX5) LET’S GO BIG DICKS! (CLAPX5) LET’S GO BIG DICKS! (CLAPX5) LET’S GO BIG DICKS! (CLAPX5)
Andre Holmes: Today my friends, we celebrate the debut of Mushroom Mandingo featuring Andre Holmes and Jayson Price. As your new WCF Tag Team Champions, it is our responsibility to make sure the tag team division is the ONLY division that matters. After all, our size is the biggest in this company. Am I right?!
Freddy Whoa: ...What?
Jayson Price: In order to protect the integrity of our tag team championships, we need to see if this men in front of us up to the standards. So Marty and Troy. Drop your bridges and let's see if you pass the six inch test.
Zach Davis: ...We going to hell.
Marty and Troy look at each other then shake their heads. The crowd starts booing them and the tag team champions slowly remove their belts and hand it to the referee. Instantly, Jayson and Andre uproot their right legs and kick both men in the nuts. Their opponents fall down on their knees clutching their jewels before they both eat a Double Superkick!
Ding Ding Ding!
Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE SUPERKICK AND TROY WILSON IS OUT OF THE RING! WHAT IS JAYSON PRICE DOING?!
Jayson has already helped Marty onto his feet before scooping him up on his right shoulder. Holding him in that Tombstone Piledriver position, Andre runs over to the corner and climbs up all the way to the top rope. He leaps backwards off the top turnbuckle corkscrewing into a 450 flip and does a Phoenix Splash pushing down on Marty’s body for the Tombstone Piledriver!
Zach Davis: THE DOUBLE CLIMAX! HOLY SHIT! WHAT A FUCKING MOVE! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
Ding Ding Ding!
“My Dick” by Mickey Avalon replays around the arena and the champions collect their tag team belts again. They march around the ring waving their dicks holding the belts and the entire crowd is going wild.
Freddy Whoa: ...What the fuck?
Zach Davis: I need dick growing pills.
Alpha Title Match
Matthew Drake vs Jim Brantelli vs The Wolf vs vs Sidney J. Warwick
"Forever" by Drake starts playing strobe lights of all colors are flashing then the lights completely shut off and pyro at the stage starts and shoots down the ramp and Matthew Drake appears. He walks down the ramp with a very cocker swagger about him the women cheer because he is hot and the guys boo cause they wanna be him. He gets to the ring and climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms up in victory before the match even starts he knows how good he is he jumps down and walks to the middle of the ring and holds his arms out and shines his cocky smirk to the fans.
"We Are" by American Nightmare (Give Up The Ghost)
The light deems into a purple light hue and smoke fills up the ramp leading to the ring. Halfway on the ramp slowly The Hellraiser Jim Brantelli and Joey Tanner come from the ground up. The arena goes completely black for a couple second. As the light turn back on Jim and Joey on each turnbuckle posing with a arm raised up as the crowd cheers and woo.
"Supercharger Heaven" By White Zombie starts to blare over the speakers as The Wolf bursts out from the back. He spins around in a circle at the top of the ramp (or the arena entrance if there is no ramp) and after a few rotations around, he glares at the crowd, flipping off the fans as he walks to the ring.
"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.
Zach Davis: Sidney J. Warwick may be the luckiest man alive. He got to go into Ultimate Showdown with a chance to win the World Title, in the Alpha Title... and he got to walk out with it too!
Freddy Whoa: To be fair - he fought his way all the way to the end of the match, Zach. Luck may have SOME to do with it - but not all of it!
As the competitors in the match approach the center of the ring, Sidney J. Warwick is right there among them - until he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Wolf, Jim, and Drake all begin a three way brawl!
Zach Davis: He may not be able to win this match from outside the ring - but he can't lose the belt out there, either.
The Hellraiser drops Wolf with a Snapmare before kicking him in the spine. Drake then runs at Jim and Clotheslines him. Jim gets back up and Drake connects with a Superkick! Drake quickly goes for a pin.
No! Kickout by The Hellraiser.
Freddy Whoa: Sidney J. Warwick must have had a lot of confidence there, he didn't even try to break it up.
Zach Davis: Of course. As a minority - a neutral vampire biker from Alaska - SJW has the utmost faith in him.
Freddy Whoa: Are you saying people SHOULDN'T have faith in minorities?
Zach Davis: Uh, no? I'm just saying, SJW's whole thing is-
Sidney has heard some key words and comes over to start lecturing Zach that fans use wrestling as a safe space and shouldn't have to deal with real life troubles while they're trying to use pro wrestling as an escape.
Zach Davis: Sorry, sorry...
SJW turns back to the ring as The Hellraiser flies through the ropes with a Suicide Dive!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
SJW is sent flailing into the announce table. Wolf is outside the ring and runs at Jim Brantellit and takes him down with a Clothesline. Jim gets back up and Wolf DDTs him on the outside!
Zach Davis: DAMN! How does anyone survive that!?
Wolf picks Jim up and rolls him into the ring. Wolf re-enters and blocks a strike from Matthew Drake. Wolf headbutts him before hitting a German Suplex. Drake begins to get to his feet and Wolf runs at him and executes a Bulldog, but no!, Drake shoves him off. Wolf hits the ropes and Drake kicks him in the gut as he comes back. He pulls him in for a Powerbomb.
Freddy Whoa: POWERBOMB INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Drake quickly rolls him up in a pin after the Buckle Bomb.
Zach Davis: NEW CHAMP!
NO!, kickout. Sidney J. Warwick is ready to fight now and he's in the ring, he lifts Drake up from behind and hits a few forearms to the back of his head. He goes to grapple him but Drake elbows him and breaks away. Drake switches behind SJW and drops him with a Neckbreaker. He then goes to the top.
Freddy Whoa: Matthew Drake going high risk!
Zach Davis: High risk, but higher reward - the Alpha Championship!
Matthew Drake flies.
Freddy Whoa: PHOENIX SPLASH!
Drake pins SJW!
Broken up by The Wolf and The Hellraiser!
Zach Davis: We almost had a new Champion! So close!
Freddy Whoa: Quite frankly I'm surprised Steven Singh isn't out here trying to make sure SJW loses.
Wolf and Hellraiser, having formed a temporary alliance, stomp away at Matthew Drake before lifting him up. They execute a Double Suplex before he rolls out of the ring. They then lift SJW up and hit a Double Suplex on him too.
Zach Davis: No!, SJW reverses it and flips, he lands behind them. He.. rolls them BOTH up?!
Freddy Whoa: Sidney J. Warwick retains!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: That was a close call, I thought Matthew Drake might have it - but in the end, somehow, once again, SJW got lucky and retained at the last second!
SJW grabs the Alpha Title and scurries up the ramp as Matthew Drake seethes from ringside.
Television Title Match
VWA vs John Rabid
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Television Championship!!
The arena goes dark and gets noticeably cooler. "VMA" pops up on the jumbotron as "Idolatry" by Black Pegasus starts playing. Out steps Damain Manson and Jasper McCoy. Death Dealer starts spinning his umbrella and when he lifts it up a figure in all black with a mask covering its face is behind the umbrella.
Manson and McCoy climbs up to the ring and between the ropes. They give death stares towards Kyle Steel. Making him a bit uncomfortable.
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see John Rabid standing tall; arms out stretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman. Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle and just stares at the crowd.
The Crowd are cheering for Rabid.
Kyle Whoa: Rabid has a confused look on his face while staring at the crowd, He's not use to getting this type of reaction as they root for him to win this match.
Zach Davis: I'm starting to lose count how many times John Rabid defended his TV title in WCF. He keeps getting stronger and unbeatable and now in a handicap match for his title.
Joey Whoa: Rabid is trying to figure out who to attack first,
Damian Manson tells McCoy to go attack Rabid. Damian rests his body on the turnbuckle like he's about to take a nap.
McCoy is waiting for his opportunity to get a hold of Rabid. Rabid runs full speed and plants V Trigger Knee Kick to the side of McCoy head. Rabid jumps over the ropes getting ready for his opportunity to Springboard. McCoy slowly gets up and there's blood running down his forehead, Rabid springboard forearm smash on McCoy
Zach Davis: A "Greeting From London" from Rabid right there.
McCoy rolls out of the ring.
Damian looked shock, he looks over and screams at McCoy "GET UP!" but it looks like McCoy is not getting up any time soon. Damian turns around and looks at Rabid in anger.
Both guys get into their wrestling stance positions. They both lock up. Damian pushes John Rabid against the turnbuckle and just corners Rabid. The referee tells Damian to back off. But it looks like Damian is not planning to stop any time soon. The referee counts "1...2..3..4... let go! let go!" Damian let go with his hands raised.
Zach Davis: Damian should follow ref's order if he wants to win this TV Title.
Out of Damian sight Rabid kicks Damian in the stomach then knees him on the side of his face causing Damian to get down on one knee. Rabid runs towards the rope then plants a drop kick on the back of Damian head which put Damian face down on the mat. Rabid goes for the standing star press but Damian moved out of the way. Rabid lays on the mat holding his abdominal. Damian grabs Rabid by the hair and irish whips Rabid to the ropes, Damian does a tilt a whirl back breaker. Rabid arching his back in pain. Damian picks rabid up and does a scoop power slam. Damian starts to smile at the camera.
Freddy Whoa: Damian is really doing these power slam moves, I think tonight is the night Rabid might go home without gold.
Damian picks up Rabid, but Rabid elbows Damian in the stomach causing him to bend forward. Rabid runs to the ropes, But Damian jumps in the air and bionic elbow Rabid causing him to somersault. Damian grabs Rabid from behind and does a belly to back suplex.
Zach Davis: Damian is really doing some severe beating on Rabid.
Damian walks around the ring getting some heat from the crowd and looks over to check on his partner McCoy who is still laying on the floor knocked out with a pool of blood around his head. The ref looks over as well and calls out medic personals to go check on McCoy. Rabid slowly gets up to his knees and hand motions Damian to give him some more. This ticked off Damian, as Damian got close to Rabid, Rabid knees Damian on the stomach, gets him from behind and perform the backstabber. Rabid rolls up and does a elbow drop on Damian. Rabid picks Damian up and runs to the rope. Damian goes for a clothesline, Rabid ducks and runs to the other side of the ring. Rabid does the head scissors take down sending him down to the mat. Rabid kip ups then runs up to the turnbuckle. Damian gets up with fear in his eyes, Rabid does a missile dropkick from the top of the rope sending Damian down on the floor.
Zach Davis: Rabid goes for the cover
Freddy Whoa: Damian kicks out. Looks like there's plenty of juice in him.
This angered Rabid which lead him to start stomping on Damian. Rabid screams at Damian to get up. Damian sits up trying to get up on his two feet , Rabid lightly kicks Damian on the head. Out of nowhere Damian kicks the back of Rabid's heel sending him to the floor. Damian gets up and picks Rabid up and tried to do the hip toss but Rabid pulls Damian on to the corner, got his feet on to the second turnbuckle and plants a tornado DDT on Damian.
Zach Davis: Rabid is on a roll! He's pointing his finger towards the top rope, is he thinking what I'm thinking?
Freddy Whoa: Rabid jumps on to the turnbuckle and it looks like he is thinking what we're thinking! A Phoenix Splash!
While Rabid is half way in the air performing the Phoenix splash, Damian gets on his two feet as quick as the wind, Rabid lands on Damian shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!!! Damian has Rabid on his shoulder! The crowd is on the edge of their seats!
The crowd is screaming wondering what Damian is going to do. Rabid knees Damian on the side of his head which made Damian collapse on the floor.
Zach Davis: Rabid gets Damian with The Bite! his finisher submission move. The arena is going wild!
Referee is asking Damian "What do you say?! what do you say?!"
The crowd gets louder as they see McCoy out of nowhere gets up on the top rope. McCoy jumps and does a 450 splash on top of both guys. Seconds before he lands Rabid rolls away and Damian becomes a victim of the 450 splash. McCoy gets to his feet with a face of regret. Rabid taps McCoy on the back. McCoy turns around,
Freddy Whoa: Rabid kicks him on the stomach then performs the Clash of Kings!
Zach Davis: Rabid goes for the cover!
DING DING DING
Kyle Steel: AND STILL TELEVISION CHAMPION!
The Very Big Alliance vs David Sanchez
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a non-title, two-on-one handicap match; scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit! Introducing first… at a combined weight of over 970lbs. William the Behemoth and Ainsley Ivanovic-- The VERRRRRY. BIG. ALLIANCEEEEE!!!
‘Rock Out’ by Motorhead hits and the crowd pops as the two big men lumber down to the ring. They slap away the fans’ advances on their person, before both stepping over the ropes and into the centre of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Well, if the question was who will be first to get a shot at the Internet Championship post-Showdown, then we could find out the answer right here.
Zach Davis: Ain’t that the truth Freddy. A win over the champion, even in a non-title match is a pretty big statement, and one that Seth doesn’t normally ignore.
The Very Big Alliance soaks up what, by this point has mostly become jeers and cheap heat. Shouting over the ropes in the direction of some fans in the front row who had been mocking them.
Kyle Steel: Aaaaaand their opponent… from Bogota, Columbia. Weighing in at 225lbs-- he is the NEW WCF Internet Champion! The Choke Arteest, DAAAAAVID SANCHEZZZZZZ!!!
The overhead lighting drops, inviting a purple and and aquamarine cavalcade of light beams to flash at random across the stage as the opening riff to Royal Blood’s ‘Out of the Black’ powers out of the speakers and Sanchez steps through the curtain and begins to march his way to the ring. Behind him, he drags the Internet Championship so that the faceplate scrapes across every inch of ground he covers on his way to the apron. A blatant show of resentment for the belt he now holds and the legends in this sport who’ve held it.
Freddy Whoa: I would not want to be William or Ainsley right now. With how badly this guy bombed at Ultimate Showdown-- you’ve gotta know he’s in a foul mood already.
Zach Davis: Not that you’d know it to look at him, Fred. He’s never exactly been a radiantly happy individual. But you’re right on that front. Sanchez had his sights set on becoming the World Champion and wound up winning the belt he called the WCF’s ‘wooden spoon’ award.
Freddy Whoa: You’ve gotta laugh, here’s this guy who has been grinding himself down to dust trying to get that strap, then poof! The guy right next to him wins it clean outta no-- HEY!
The commentator cuts himself off; an audible crackle is heard as he drops the headset and scarpers as Sanchez, completing a loathsome lap of the ring lunges at Freddy Whoa with a fist and a smile; missing the announcer only by a fraction of an inch. He smiles, and pretends to have meant no harm as he slides under the bottom rope and backs himself into a suitable corner as the music fades out and the referee checks him for foreign objects. Still smiling, Sanchez allows this, but again feigns a punch as the official tries to take his Title. Laughing at the referee for falling over himself in fright, David simply tosses the belt towards the timekeeper’s area, where it lands on the dirty arena floor with a thud, furthering prompting the crowd to make their presence felt.
Crowd: ... YOU FUCKED UP!!! ... YOU FUCKED UP!!! … YOU FUCKED UP!!!
His smile now fading, Sanchez turns to address the two men across the ring from him but is immediately shocked as the chants turn to a general booing sound.
*DING DING DING*
Before the bell had even rung, William the Behemoth had taken his place on the apron and now the Tank, Ainsley Ivanovic was lying down in the middle of the ring. Screaming at the big man in confusion; Sanchez quickly shows his frustrations and grabs the referee by his shirt; shouting at the referee to make Ainsley get to his feet.
Zach Davis: Freddy? Welcome back. Are you okay? And are you seeing this?
Freddy Whoa: I’m fine Zach, can’t be too careful around that guy. He seems to hear everything. What’s going on in there?
Zach Davis: Ainsley Ivanovic is lying down and asking Sanchez to cover him-- but uh… Sanchez doesn’t want to, for whatever reason.
Freddy Whoa: Well, we’ve seen these types of stunts from Everest before Zach; I wouldn’t be surprised if David’s in on it and these two have turned to the slightly darker side.
Ivanovic continues to plead for Sanchez to pin him as the thunder of ten thousand boos shakes the WesBanco arena. Still confused though, and in no mood for fucking around, the frustration in David Sanchez hits boiling point. He slides back under the bottom rope, snatching the Internet Championship from the timekeeper and walking around to the foot of the ramp before stopping and staring back into the ring as the referee’s count reaches five.
Turning away from the ring, Sanchez throws the Internet Championship up to the top of the ramp from where he was standing, the Title landing just off-camera. As the count-out loss is made official he sulks off up the ramp himself; disappearing behind the curtain with an opportunistic Hank Brown hot on his heels.
Kyle Steel: The winners of this match as the result of a count-out… THE VERY BIG ALLIANCE!!!
William and Ainsley shrug off their music and high-five anyway. Not really knowing what to do now. They celebrate anyway, however briefly before climbing over the ropes and heading backstage themselves, looking puzzled.
The camera crew manages to catch up with David Sanchez, just as he crashes through the door to the Everest locker room, followed still by Hank Brown who mutters questions and tries to get the man’s attention from time to time. In a blind rage though, David searches the locker room, barely acknowledging Aapo Nikula, Bale Pascal and Taylor Wright.
David Sanchez: Where the fuck is that sneaky little prick, Steven?
Having been engaged in their own discussion, Taylor takes a moment then replies in kind.
Taylor Wright: Haven’t seen him since the start of the show. Shit, haven’t seen Ethan all night long.
Bale and Aapo both shake their heads and confirm this.
Hank Brown: David… a few questions… what did we jus--
Just as Hank had finally managed to get himself noticed, Ainsley Ivanovic and William the Behemoth enter the room, grabbing him by an arm each and stuffing him inside one of the lockers like this was an episode of Saved by the Bell.
David Sanchez: What the fuck do you two titanic retards want? I don’t know what you want from me!
Silently, the duo of giants walk off into the background without answering me, talking quietly amongst themselves once they get to a decent enough spot to loiter in.
Aapo Nikula: They probably have their own locker rooms. Bale should have his own locker room too for that matter, and another for Mr. Wright-- personally I’d be fine with an office. There’s a few things we’ve been wanting to talk to you about.
Heavy-blinking, as though unable to believe what he was hearing, Sanchez stands speechless before Aapo Nikula’s charmed tongue.
Aapo Nikula: We want you to use some of that sway you seem to have with the boss to get us a match with the Tag-Team Champions. Furthermore, we think a talk needs to be had about the overall structure of this group, and our individual role--
Cutting him off to save time, Sanchez throws him some generic bullshit and steers the scene back so to the true centre of the universe in his mind-- him. His problems, his wants and needs.
David Sanchez: We will be having no such discussion, do you understand me; you fuckin’ salesman? I’ll speak to Seth whenever I get the chance about you guys getting a stab at Price and Holmes, but I’m not exactly in the good books with management right now, so it might end up doing more harm than good.
Accepting this, given it was more than he was used to getting. Nikula takes a seat, and David turns his attention the man best known as his right-hand.
Taylor Wright: … I know, I know. ‘Go find Ethan and Steven before I kill you cat.’ this shit’s getting old, man.
With the stable he is meant to be the leader of all beginning to doubt him or otherwise engaged it is all David Sanchez can do to wait it out with Bale and Aapo. All the while aware that The Very Big Alliance was still lurking in the corner of the room. Now, with a non-title victory over the Mayor of Chicago. After a few moments, Taylor returns with Singh walking slowly behind him. Ethan nowhere to be seen. Instead of addressing the room, he approaches Sanchez and says but a few words as attention falls on the World Champion.
Taylor Wright: Ethan’s in his own digs and there’s a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door so I just left him to it. Steven was on his way here already. You’re welcome, dick.
Steven Singh: See how this works, Dave? You need something from me so I show up.
David Sanchez: Where the hell were you?
Steven Singh: My locker room. Top tier champions are afforded such luxuries. Where the hell were you when Teo was blindsiding me at the top of the show?
David Sanchez: You wanted that segment to yourself, remember? We got told the top of the show belonged to the World Champion.
Steven Singh: I would've thought, Fearless Leader, that you could've improvised after I got jumped by that no-talent ass-clown. But obviously I can't depend on you for such things. Which is exactly why these two fine gentlemen are in the Everest locker room.
With that The Very Big Alliance lumbers slightly out from the background and into the fray. Stephen Singh tosses them each a t-shirt that he'd "obtained" from a merchandise stand.
Steven Singh: Seeing that your attention is often divided as king of the Darknet and Teo is obviously a loose cannon, I decided that a World Champion could use a little additional insurance. Gentlemen of Everest, I present to you your newest cohorts, William and Ainsley...my Very Big Security!
The World Champion gestures grandly toward the duo who has pulled the XXL Everest t-shirts over their heads. The t-shirts, of course, do not fit; the Everest logos are stretched and distorted with Very Big midriffs are bared to the world. Sanchez
Aapo: Our new cohorts? So these men are Everest now? We did not approve this! It is--
Sanchez raises his hand to shush the outraged Aapo.
David Sanchez: That's why he was laying down.
Steven Singh: Yeah, I was trying to do you a favor.
David Sanchez: I don't need any favors.
Steven Singh: I'll make sure we don't do you any others. Gentlemen! Let's get out of your new compatriots' hair.
With that Singh gestures for his Very Big Security to take their places flanking him.
Ainsley: This shirt is for midgets.
Steven Singh: It's a double XL.
William: It's too small. You said we'd get shir--
Steven Singh: I know what I said! I'll take care of it. Just...be quiet a moment, we're supposed to be making a dramatic exit...
The trio steps out into the hallway and Singh calls back to his stablemates.
Steven Singh: Everest above all!
Sanchez hisses it back under his breath and through gritted teeth, slamming the door shut behind them. A soft tapping can be heard from inside the locker where Hank Brown was previously stuffed. Folowed by sigh from The Mayor, who signals for Taylor Wright to retrieve the WCF's stalwart 'journalist' before he asphyxiates or has a panic attack
Teo del Sol vs Bishop
The lights go out and the sound of drums banging can be heard. Out from the back walks WCF veteran, Bishop, and the crowd really lets him know how they feel with loud boos.
Zach Davis: This isn’t the first time we’ve seen Bishop tonight as he interrupted Gravedigger’s celebration as the new People’s Champion, challenging him to a match at Revenge in two weeks.
A spotlight shines on Bishop and follows the massive monster down the ramp as he makes his way to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Right you are, Zach! Speaking of first times, this is also the first time in years we are seeing Bishop without his brother Priest. This is all thanks to a brutal attack at the end of their match at Ultimate Showdown where we saw Bishop turn on Priest!
Zach Davis: Yes, Freddy. Tag teams come and tag teams go here in WCF, but Bishop and Priest are the oldest tag team so to speak here in WCF, dating all the way back to 2003 when they debuted here in WCF.
Bishop enters the ring and looks out at the crowd as they continue to rain boos upon him.
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.
Zach Davis: And here we have, Teo del Sol. The number one contender to the world title where he will face the newly crowned Steven Singh at WCF Revenge. Teo del Sol is no stranger to title gold here in WCF. He’s a former People’s Champion, Trios Champion, Internet Champion, and Television champion.
Freddy Whoa: Both men are decorated champions here in WCF. During his near 15 years in WCF, Bishop has held the tag titles and the TV title himself.
The referee signals for the bell and Bishop lumbers up to the center of the ring, towering over Teo del Sol. Bishop looks down and grins and then looks up as he raises one of his massive hands up into the air, calling for a test of strength.
Teo looks up at the hand far above his head and looks around at the crowd confused.
Zach Davis: What is Bishop doing? He knows Teo can’t jump that high! He may be a high flyer but that massive hand of Bishop is more than a foot above Teo.
Teo jumps up as high as he can and just narrowly misses the hand, even surprising Bishop. Bishop gestures for Teo to try again. Teo runs and bounces off the ropes. He uses the momentum to leap into the air, for Bishop’s hand, but Bishop catches him with his other massive hand, gripping him around the throat and chokeslamming him to the mat. The crowd boos.
Freddy Whoa: Bishop with the veteran instinct there. What was Teo thinking?
Teo slowly gets up, shaking the cobwebs loose. Bishop closes the gap and brings down a massive hand and hits Teo in the chest, sending him bouncing back across the ring. Bishop grins as he walks across the ring. He reaches down to grab Teo but Teo responds with an elbow to the midsection. Bishop exhales loudly and reaches down again but is met once more by another elbow. Teo is fighting his way to his feet but Bishop clubs Teo in the back, putting him on the mat once more.
Bishop steps a foot on Teo’s chest, grabs the ropes and puts the entirety of his 300 plus pound frame on Teo. The crowd boos and the referee tells Bishop to stop. Bishop turns and jaws at the referee. The crowd starts a Teo chant.
Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO!
Bishop hears the crowd and yells at them. He turns back to Teo and goes to stomp Teo, who rolls out of the way. Bishop turns and tries to stomp Teo again, but Teo rolls out of the way again. Teo deals a big kick to the leg of Bishop, causing him to stumble, but Bishop goes after him again. Teo dodges again and delivers another stiff kick to Bishop, hobbling him. Teo bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Bishop in that same leg, causing him to fall down to one knee.
Teo delivers a stiff kick to the chest of Bishop, who yells out in response. Teo bounces off the ropes again and leaps through the air and nails Bishop with a shining wizard, putting the giant down on the mat.
Teo doesn’t give Bishop time to breathe as he runs over and hits a senton splash. Bishop tries getting up, but Teo runs over and hits a dropkick right in Bishop’s face, flooring him again. Teo runs over to the nearby turnbuckle as Bishop slowly gets up. Teo scales the turnbuckle and leaps off just as Bishop turns towards him for a flying crossbody, but Bishop catches him! Bishop grins and falls to one knee with Teo hitting him with a huge backbreaker. Teo arches his back after Bishop tosses him to the mat.
Zach Davis: Bishop is no stranger to the ring. He may not have won many matches lately, but he still knows his way around the ring.
Bishop grabs Teo and lifts him up, dropping him for a sidewalk slam, taking the wind out of his sails. Bishop picks Teo up again and applies a bearhug. Teo yells out as Bishop grips his own wrist with his other hand, applying massive amounts of pressure to the spine of Teo del Sol.
Freddy Whoa: Teo is not in a good position right now. In between those massive arms and body of Bishop.
The crowd starts rallying behind Teo, but Teo is fading fast. The referee grabs Teo’s arm and raises it...only for it to drop. He picks up Teo’s hand a second time and once more it drops. The crowd in attendance starts chanting as they stomp their feet.
Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO!
Teo’s hand is raised a third time and just as it starts to fall, life starts returning to the body of Teo del Sol. He chops Bishop on the top of the head, but Bishop grins and shakes his head. Teo takes both hands and claps them together against the sides of Bishop’s head. Each clap, causes the grip of Bishop to loosen until finally he lets go.
Teo bounces off the ropes and leaps through the air, grabbing Bishop by the head and hitting a tornado DDT! Bishop gets up dazed and Teo runs at him. Bishop quickly gets his bearings and floors Teo with a huge right boot. He looks out at the crowd, grinning as he grabs Teo.
The crowd boos as Teo’s head is put between Bishop’s legs.
Freddy Whoa: Oh no! It looks like Teo’s about to go through The Last Sermon!
Teo is lifted up by Bishop, but Teo fights back, raining down punches and elbows on the head of Bishop, preventing him from starting the double powerbomb finisher. Teo pushes off and lands on his feet. He starts nailing kicks to Bishop, putting him down on one knee.
Teo runs back to the ropes, bounces off and goes for the Blazing Knee, but Bishop blocks it! Bishop grabs a surprised Teo and launches him into the nearby turnbuckle. Bishop gets up on his feet and walks over. He brings a huge meaty hand down onto the chest of Teo. Teo yells out in pain as a second open palm is brought down upon his chest.
Bishop walks across the ring and turns around. Bishop runs towards Teo to flatten him in the corner. At the last second, Teo deftly jumps between the top and middle rope to the apron outside. Bishop crashes into the turnbuckle and stumbles backwards. Teo leaps from the apron to the top rope and launches off, going for another flying crossbody and this time connects! He goes for the first pin on the match.
Referee: 1...2.kick out!
Bishop shoves Teo up into the air. Teo deftly lands on his feet. He nails Bishop with a stiff kick to the chest as Bishop gets up. This only makes Bishop angry as he is hit with another kick. Bishop shoves Teo away and gets to his feet. Bishop runs at Teo, who ducks out of the way of one of his big boots and Bishop lands on the top rope, crotch first. Teo scales the turnbuckles behind Bishop and dropkicks him in the back, causing Bishop to spill onto the outside.
Bishop is slow getting back to his feet and he looks up just as Teo launches himself over the ropes and puts Bishop down with a suicide dive. Teo again runs to the nearby apro and leaps off with a big elbow drop onto the giant.
The referee is already on the count of 3 when Teo slides back under the ropes and into the ring. The crowd cheers for Teo as the referee continues the count. Bishop slowly gets back up and just manages to enter the ring before the count of 10 by rolling under the ropes.
Teo looks out at the crowd and measures Bishop up. He runs at Bishop and floors him once more with a Blazing Knee! Teo goes for the cover again.
Referee: 1..2...kick out!
Bishop just barely gets the shoulder up. He’s pissed off though, but Teo believes he has this one in the bag. He runs over and climbs out onto the apron and signals for the Habanero High Dive. Bishop is on his feet and looks for Teo.
Teo flies through the air just as Bishop is in position, but Bishop just manages to get a large fist up and clocks Teo right on the chin, sending him crashing to the mat, out cold. Bishop raises his arm in the air, signaling victory as the crowd rains boos down upon him. Bishop grabs Teo and sets him in position for the Last Sermon. He grabs Teo and lifts him up into the air.
Teo reverses it with a DDT!
Zach Davis: Bishop is up, but Teo runs at him... BLAZING KNEE!
Teo immediately jumps to the top rope and jumps off, knowing he doesn't have much time.
Freddy Whoa: HABANERO HIGH DIVE!
He goes for the pin.
Teo Del Sol rolls off of Bishop.
Zach Davis: Hard fought match but the number one contender to the WCF World Title stands tall!
Bishop climbs out of the ring, looking out at the crowd, oblivious to people pointing behind him, when he turns around to eat a faceful of steel chair. The deliverer of steel is none other than Gravedigger.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! This is clearly in response for Bishop's interruption earlier tonight.
Bishop is staggered by the chair shot but doesn't go down. Gravedigger tosses the chair at Bishop who catches it only to eat the chair once more with a vicioius clothesline from hell!
Zach Davis: GRAVEMARKER!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!
Bishop is laid out on the ground. Gravedigger kicks the chair away and stomps away at Bishop. He finally reaches behind himself and unstraps the People's title. He gets down on one knee and leans in close to Bishop. He holds the People's title real close to Bishop's face.
Gravedigger: You want this belt? You don't have what it takes to beat me for this belt!
Gravedigger arrogantly rubs the title in Bishop's face and then gets up and walks up the ramp, holding the People's title over his head, the crowd booing. Bishop slowly stirs and looks up the ramp at Gravedigger, a deadly look on the giant's face.
Slam comes back on the air after another commercial break, and when it does "True North" hit's the PA, popping the crowd big time. Soon enough, FPV emerges from the back, dressed in street clothes with a mic already in his hand. He smirks, as confident as he's probably ever been, as he makes his way down to the ring.
Zach Davis: This man has, quite frankly, done it all here in WCF.
Freddy Whoa: Was the pun necessary Zach?
Zach Davis: You know it was, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: In any case, you're right. Ole' Frank here has done almost everything you would want to do in the WCF. Multi-time World Champion, US Champion, Tag Champion, and many more. And after our last PPV, he can now call himself the definitive King of the Deathmatch.
Zach Davis: After what many are calling one of the most brutal matches in recent memory, it appears Frank has used the time off wisely, and looks to be recharged and ready to get back into the ring. Let's go to the ring to see what he has to say.
The camera cuts over to the ring where the King of the Deathmatch is waiting for the right time to begin speaking. Once the "FPV" chants begin to die down, he brings the microphone to his lips.
FPV: Ladies and gentlemen...boys and girls...I...am your king.
The line pops the crowd big time as FPV smiles.
FPV: And I say that knowing damn well I've earned that title. I went through a week of hell, beating my peers and working my way into the finals of that godforsaken tournament. It brought great pain to my body, pain I've quite frankly never felt in my life. All for that one match against Corey Black. And you know what? All of that, just to say I can now call myself undisputed King...I'd do it again in a HEARTBEAT.
Another big pop from the crowd.
FPV: Now that brings me to what a lot of people have been asking lately. "What's next for Frank?" And I thought that a lot myself. Y'see, I DID think I was going to use this new title to get myself another shot at the World Title, like most others in my position would. But then I thought to myself, no. Teo earned his right fair and square, it's none of my business to intrude upon that. I did that already once this year, I don't need to do it again.
So what other options do I have? Well, now that Showdown is over, we have a fresh batch of champions to work with. So I thought about which one I'd challenge for. Maybe make another run for the TV Title? Or my old beloved People's Title? I thought of all of those belts. But then, I saw one name...
Ethan King to be precise.
The crowd starts to go a little crazy, knowing what's coming.
FPV: Just then, another thought occured to me. How ironic is it, that the King of the Deathmatch, has never once in his life earned the Hardcore Belt itself? Well at Revenge, I plan to change all of that. ETHAN KING, GET DOWN HERE AND ACCEPT MY CHALLENGE.
Cheers erupt throughout the arena as the King of the Deathmatch makes his challenge. However, for a few moments there is no sign of activity from the backstage area. Until... 'Alone With All The World' sounds loudly and proudly, and following that, the reigning WCF Hardcore Champion, Ethan King.
Zach Davis: And here he is, Ethan King! Not too far removed from his impressive performance in the Ultimate Showdown match, which netted him the Hardcore Title.
Freddy Whoa: You have to think that maybe, just maybe, if Steven Singh broke up that pin on him by SJW, Ethan could be the one standing here with the World Title strapped around his waist, preparing to face Teo del Sol at Revenge.
Zach Davis: Nevertheless, Ethan traded up from a tag title all the way to what is arguably the #2 belt behind the World Title, thanks to a dominant reign from Andre Holmes.
As the commentators speak of his recent performance, Ethan King swaggers down from the backstage area, wearing a white button-up with both sleeves rolled up, and a pair of black trousers held up by a brown belt. He wears his usual cocky grin, as he ignores the outstretched hands of the few front row fans who admire his ring work. The rest of the crowd however - while pleased that he had arrived to address this challenge - booed the Everest member relentlessly, as he held his newly acquired Hardcore Title over his shoulder, microphone in hand. He approaches the ring steps and climbs up them deliberately, before sliding gracefully in between the top and middle rope, positioning himself directly across from FPV.
Ethan King: I'm going to keep this short, considering that I'm ACTUALLY WRESTLING on at this event tonight - in the main-event, nonetheless. Somebody should really look into making this a more regular occurrence.
He smirks, enticing the crowd into showering him with boos once more. He basks in this reaction for a moment, before bringing the microphone to his lips once more.
Ethan King: I'll admit, what you did to become King of the Deathmatch 2017? It was impressive. Not as impressive as ending one of the longest Hardcore Title reigns in recent memory, or ending the hopes of a Hall of Famer looking to rise back to prominence, both in the second biggest match of the year... but it was impressive.
He purses his lips together, seeming to contemplate the challenge that was laid out for him.
Ethan King: You've done enough to get my attention, Frank. David may have taken you lightly, but me? I'm a different story altogether. Younger, hungrier, more concentrated than ever before... and just as savage and cruel when I need to be. Ethan King versus FPV for the Hardcore Championship at Revenge?
The smile from before disappears, transforming into a scowl.
Ethan King: You've got it.
Cheers sound once more through the stadium, something that wasn't often done for the not-so-beloved Ethan King. FPV smiles broadly at the acceptance of his challenge and nods, raising one fist into the air, much to the delight of the crowd who show their appreciation for their hero. Ethan drops his microphone and turns to make his way out of the ring...
Before spinning back around and attempting to hit his patented Rolling Elbow on FPV!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! SHATTER THE CLOUDS!
Zach Davis: NO! FPV DODGES!
FPV, expecting the cheap shot from the Hardcore Champion, cleanly ducks underneath the attempted blow. He waits for Ethan to turn around, before sharply throwing a superkick straight to the jaw of Ethan!
Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Zach Davis: Ethan ducks it at the last second!
Sensing danger, Ethan scrambles out of the ring with his Hardcore Championship in his hand. The scowl from earlier has deepened as he looks towards FPV with nothing but apathy, who meets his focused stare with a grin, as he begins to motion an invisible title belt around his waist, before pointing at Ethan.
Freddy Whoa: Frank Patrick Venable versus Ethan King, Revenge 2017! And the Hardcore Title will be on the line. I'm excited already, Zach. This has the potential to be a classic.
Zach Davis: You can say that again.
The cameras fade out to commercial break, as FPV begins to depart the ring, Ethan now nowhere in sight.
Kyle Kemp/Mikey eXtreme vs Steven Singh/Ethan King
"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. Once Kemp is in the ring, the lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head tilted back as he looks to the ceiling. Vidalia and Freakshow flank him as they make their way ringside.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring being accompanied by Vidalia and Freakshow, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 225 lbs, Mikey eXtreme!
Mikey ignores the fans trying to reach out to touch him. He throws the kendo stick into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, crawling to the corner near Kyle Kemp, rocking back and forth and laughing.
Freddy Whoa: These men have been a formidable tag team in recent months, Zach, and with their number one contender’s match at Ultimate Showdown not going their way, I’m sure they’d love to get on the hunt for tag team gold!
Zach Davis: You think they can take the Mandingos?!
Freddy Whoa: Can anyone take the Mushroom Mandingos?
Zach Davis: ...I heard your mom can take a mushroom mandin--
Freddy Whoa: You go to hell, Zach Davis! Mama Whoa is a saint!
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, Hardcore Title over his shoulder, 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.
Freddy Whoa: Doesn’t Everest usually come down to the ring together?
Zach Davis: Don’t stablemates usually break up pin attempts on their partners when they have the chance?
Freddy Whoa: Did Singh really have the chance to save Ethan?
The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." as the VeryBigTron flashes the word "EVEREST" in electric blue before being replaced by a gold-tinted montage of Stephen Singh brutalizing past opponents. The menacing beat of the Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain fills the arena, golden pyros form 5 ft high fountains across the stage, and The Golden God steps out with the WCF World Title strapped around his waist to an overwhelming chorus of boos.
Kyle Steel: And introducing at this time...The Excellence of Elocution....The Shakespeare of Shoot...The Sure Thing....
Stopping on the stage he smiles wry and smug, right arm raised in the air, back of his hand to the crowd, left hand behind his back. As the gold fountains shrink back into the stage, The Superstar lowers his hand, twirling his wrist and half-bowing his head with faux gratitude to his hissing "faithful Stevenites."
Kyle Steel: And YOUR WCF World Heavyweight Champion.....THE SUPERSTAR STEPHEN SINGH!
As it's announced, Singh looks down and strokes his title with pride and the boos rain down louder, the crowd now reminded that THIS is their champion. He smiles, heading down to the ring and jawing with the hateful, ignorant crowd. Singh climbs the stairs to the apron, wipes his feet, steps through the ropes and then bounces up, arms extended to his sides with his palms up soaking in the alternating adulation and animosity. He carefully unhooks the World Title from around his waist, folds its straps under the faceplate and kisses it before handing it to the referee with a look of stern warning. Ethan’s eyes are also glued to the World Title as it’s handed over to the referee.
Freddy Whoa: This match is a powder keg, Zach! Kyle Kemp looks to start for his team and the World Champion, Stephen Singh steps through the ropes and to the apron.
Zach Davis: Umm...it looks like Ethan isn’t on board with that plan and grabs the Champ by the shoulder, keeping him from leaving the ring.
Singh stops and looks at Ethan who quickly hops over the top rope and to the apron, pointing at Kemp, telling Singh to start the match. The annoyance on Singh’s face gives way to a smirk and a nod as the referee calls for the bell and they snap into a collar-elbow tie up.
Freddy Whoa: Singh snaps the tie up into a standing side headlock on Kemp and wrenches it tight. Kemp tries to push him off but Singh holds on tight. Another attempt shove and Singh slides to a knee then back up, holding the head even tighter. The Champ spins and releases the headlock but downs Kemp with a drop toe hold directly into a tight knee bar.
Kemp writhes for a moment but Singh immediately lets go, seemingly without reason, popping to his feet and then bowing to the crowd who showers him in boos. Kemp slaps the mat and gets back to his feet. The two square up and circle for another tie up but Singh ducks under and then struts towards the rope, arms up again. Kemp charges him from behind but Singh catches him with a mule kick then slaps on a front facelock. Singh wrenches it in tight but Kemp quickly counters with a bridged northern lights suplex.
Freddy Whoa: A pin!
He almost caught the champ sleeping!
Both men get back to their feet and Kemp runs with a clothesline which is ducked by Singh who grabs him around the waist and neck before tossing Kemp over with a half and half suplex. Kemp stumbles back up but is sent back down with judo hip throw followed by a series of right hands quickly stopped by Singh who rolls backwards and up to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: As Singh claps for his downed opponent, Kemp makes a tag over to Mikey eXtreme who springboards into the ring and levels Singh with a diving shoulder block!
Singh is quick back to his feet and swings at Mikey with an elbow which is ducked and answered with a standing dropkick which sends Singh bouncing off the ropes. As he comes back, Mikey boots him in the stomach and then drops him with a DDT.
Zach Davis: No cover from Mikey...Instead, he’s measuring Singh up...waiting for him to get back up and….X MARKS THE SPOT!
Freddy Whoa: No! Singh drops and rolls out of the ring.
The champion narrowly avoids having his head taken off by Mikey eXtreme and paces back and forth on the outside. As he starts to get back up onto the apron, Singh points at Mikey and yells to the referee to get him back so that Singh can safely enter the ring but every time Singh gets to the apron, Mikey charges, the crowd cheers and Singh pops back down to the floor. Finally, Singh rolls in near his corner where he immediately tags in Ethan King then rolls all the way out of hte ring.
Zach Davis: The Hardcore Champ is in!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah but it looks like he wasn’t exactly expecting that tag. Either way, King hops over the top rope and squares up with the King of Darkness, Mikey eXtreme.
Mikey comes running in with a clothesline which is ducked by Ethan who then hooks him and pulls him to the mat with a rolling crucifix into a pin.
Freddy Whoa: ONE! No! A quick kickout from Mikey!
Both men scramble to their feet but King catches Mikey with a spinning heel kick to the gut and then a pele kick.
Freddy Whoa: Revelation! And what is Singh doing?
As Mikey hits the mat, Singh golf claps for his partner and drops down off the apron with a two-handed “Oh you’ve got this” gesture. He grabs his World Heavyweight Title, slings it over his shoulder and heads right over to the commentary table.
Freddy Whoa: Umm….Don’t you have a match you should be concentrating on?
Steven Singh: Don’t you have a match you should be concentrating on calling? And look at the Eminent One! He’s got this! If I get back in that ring, it just overshadows what he’s about to do: beat both these mooks by himself.
At the moment, King is in control as he stomps Mikey before executing a standing moonsault. King pulls Mikey back up and cracks him in the elbow with a sidekick, setting up overhand right to complete the Sadistic 22.
Steven Singh: See look? He’s going to drop Mike right here and this one’s all over.
Zach Davis: The overhand right is ducked by Mikey who gets behind Ethan and then grinds his face to the mat with a bulldog. Mikey with a tag to Kemp who rushes at King and drops him with a spinebuster which Mikey immediately follows up with a leg drop from the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: It sure looks like your partner could use your help now…
Steven Singh: If I went running in there right now to save Ethan, it’d show absolutely no faith on my part, it would be an absolute INSULT to my partner!
Zach Davis: Kemp hooks the leg!
A kickout from Ethan!
Steven Singh: And you mooks were worried. He’s more than capable of handling these two. The Handsome Hardcore Hero!
Zach Davis: Is he going by that now?
Steven Singh: No, but he should be.
Kemp pulls King back up then drops him down with a neckbreaker. He then whips the Hardcore Champ into the corner and follows him in with a running shoulder to the stomach. Kemp chops King across the chest, welts starting to form. As King slumps over, Kemp smirks and hoists him to the top rope. Kyle steps to the second rope then takes a moment to point at Singh.
Freddy Whoa: This doesn’t look good for your partner, Champ.
Steven Singh: This looks fine, he was born on the top rope.
Just then Ethan manages to shove Kemp down and then immediately follow it with a blockbuster from the top rope.
Steven Singh: PAAAAANACEEEEA!
As The Champ oversells his partner’s signature move both men are down in the ring. Ethan crawls toward his corner, seeing for the first time that his former Tag Team Champion partner is not there. He shoots a dagger filled glare at Singh as Mikey eXtreme gets the tag in and runs nails the still kneeling King with a running dropkick.
Freddy Whoa: eXtinguished! A cover on the Hardcore Champion!
NO! His foot was on the rope! The referee saw it at the last possible second but his foot was on the ropes!
Zach Davis: So you’re really just going to sit here and give away a win? Not to mention let your partner get pummelled by two opponents?
Steven Singh: You two are like a broken record. I already told you, Ethan is going to pull this out and it’s going to make him look GREAT. This is exactly what he needs!
Mikey backs off for a moment, allowing King up to his knee before rushing back in with a nasty shining wizard. Mikey follows up with a springboard leg drop across the throat of King. Mikey with a tag to Kemp who comes in and double teams the former Tag Champion with a side suplex/neckbreaker combo driving King down again.
Freddy Whoa: Ethan King is really taking a beating here.
Steven Singh: I agree! What resilience! What a competitor! What a champion!
Kemp smiling now at Ethan who is struggling to his feet only be lifted for a stun gun across the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: No! Ethan catches himself on the ropes and uses them to springboard dropkick Kemp in the back, sending him into the Everest corner.
Steven Singh: If you’ll excuse me gentlemen…
Singh removes his headset and heads over toward Mikey eXtreme, yanking him off the apron and then bouncing his head off the steel ringpost before heading back to his own corner. Meanwhile, Kemp stumbles out of the Everest corner only to be absolutely leveled by a vicious rolling elbow from Ethan King.
Freddy Whoa: SHATTER THE CLOUDS! Kyle Kemp was just beheaded! Ethan to his feet and what? Singh just slapped Ethan on the back for a blind tag, scurries in between the ropes and hooks the leg on Kyle Kemp.
Zach Davis: Everest again bests Mikey eXtreme and Kyle Kemp but it didn’t look exactly as...fluid as it has in the past.
In the ring, Ethan gives Singh a “What the hell?” with both palms up, his glare following Singh who quickly rolls out of the ring and to the timekeeper where the WCF World Heavyweight Title is handed back to him. He also grabs the Hardcore Title and passes it to Ethan who stands in the ring as Singh can be heard giving him a “Good job in there, champ!” Ethan snatches the title out of Singh’s hands as “Battle Without Honor” plays and Singh makes his way up the ramp without his stablemate and tag team partner.
Freddy Whoa: Another victory for Everest but not without some friction between our World and Hardcore Champions. Is everything copacetic at the top of the mountain? Or is an avalanche inevitable?! We're out of time! We’ll see you next Sunday!
Seth Lerch decides we're not out of time and walks out with a mic.
Seth Lerch: So, the two men fighting for Torture's brand new Omega Championship LOST tonight!?
The fans give a mixed reaction.
Seth Lerch: Figures Torture would pick two LOSERS to enter the match for a new belt that's supposed to be one of the best belts in the company. You two aren't too great at triple threat matches, are you? Well too bad!
The crowd boos.
Zach Davis: Come on. Kyle Kemp versus Mikey eXtreme is a classic one on one match, why ruin it!?
Seth ignores the jeers.
Seth Lerch: At Slam next week, we'll have a contendership match to determine the one man that will EARN his shot at facing for the Omega Championship rather than just being given it by Torture!
Master of Puppets hits and Seth walks to the back.
Freddy Whoa: Okay seriously we're out of time now-
Slam fades to black.