the Wesbanco Arena in Wheeling, West Virginia
The VeryBigTron bursts to life with a one-shot of the WCF World Heavyweight Champion, Stephan Singh, dressed in a so dark blue it’s black suit that’s offset by an Everest blue tie beneath the vest. The Title belt rests safely over his shoulder as the crowd showers the image with boos. He smiles wide in response and booms his voice over the din.
Steven Singh: Calm yourselves, heathens! The Faithful Stevenites among you are currently having a life-changing experience as their Golden appears before them!
The boos grow in volume and intensity; Stephen’s smile grows in kind.
Steven Singh: Soak in my vivacious visage now, mooks, because as my new Director of Internet Communications informed you all earlier this week, your WCF World Heavyweight Champion will NOT be competing in tonight’s main event!
More heat from the crowd who should have grown accustomed to Singh worming his way out of things by now.
Steven Singh: After the barbaric attack from Teo del Slow last week, my lawyers filed and iron-clad restraining order on that mongrel. There will be no more opportunities for that lunatic to blindside me and gain an unfair advantage heading into this mockery of a title defense at Revenge. I demand a fair fight for you, WCF Galaxy, you deserve it!
The crowd roars their disapproval again, knowing a fair fight is the last thing Singh is ever interested in.
Steven Singh: I’ll actually be leaving this Golden God forsaken arena in a few moments but first, just fifteen minutes more worth of items to discuss--
Freddy Whoa: Actually fans, we’re being told there’s some pressing action we need to get to backstage so we unfortunately have to cut away from Stephen Singh and to…
The VeryBigTron snaps to an unexciting shot of Hank Brown scurrying along, holding a microphone out in front of him. The crowd murmurs, not sure why this was important enough to cut to but then the frame widens out and they EXPLODE as the image of a determined Teo del Sol takes over.
Hank Brown: Teo! Teo! Slow down! Where are you going!
Teo del Sol: If he doesn’t want to meet me in the main event, I’ll be meeting him now. He’s not worming out of a fight tonight.
The crowd roars their approval as Brown gives up trying to keep up with Teo while the camera follows after. The number one contender reaches Singh’s locker room door which is left ajar; he barges through it and finds...an empty room.
Zach Davis: But wasn’t Singh just broadcasting from there? Why is it empty?
Freddy Whoa: WHOAMYGAWD! VERY BIG SECURITY OUT OF NOWHERE!
William sucker punched Teo and got the upperhand before Ainsley dropped Teo with a shot to the head with a fire extinguisher. Teo hits the floor and Singh is suddenly outside the door, signalling for his Very Big Security to make a swift exit. They lumber out of the room and then at the Champ’s behest, jam the fire extinguisher in the door, locking Teo del Sol in the room. The two monsters--dressed in properly fitting shirts that read “Very Big Security” in Everest colors--high five and celebrate their success.
William: We got him boss!
Ainsley: Yeah, no way that midget can get out of there!
William: He probably couldn’t even reach the handle in the first place!
Ainsley: Yeah! Because he’s short!
William: Yeah! Right, boss?
Steven Singh: Yeah, sure. Listen, good work you two. Now Sanchez just has a one-on-one match with the corpse of Andre Aquarius so he can unbundle his chones. You guys hang around in case Everest needs any heavy lifting done, okay?
William: Well, I’ve still got that match too.
Steven Singh: What? Oh, yeah. What is that like a battle royale clusterfuck?
Ainsley: Actually, it’s for the--
Steven Singh: Yeah, good luck. It’s time for The Champ to leave the building. Who has the keys?
The two shrug, then look and point at each other in a true “Night at the Roxbury” fashion drawing a headshake and a stage left exit from The Champion.
Ethan King vs Johnny Alpha
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: Introducing now to you your REIGNING Hardcore Champion! Representing Everest, hailing from Los Angeles, California. He is 'The Eminent'... ETHAN KING!"
The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, Hardcore Title held 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 center of the ring. He shrugs his Hardcore Title off his shoulder, raising it high above his head with one arm - much to the annoyance of the crowd, who jeer him relentlessly - before handing it to the official.
He smiles once more before retreating to his own corner of the ring, sitting down with a look of amusement on his face as he awaits for the match to commence.
Freddy Whoa: After having the pleasure of watching Ethan King compete in the main-event two times in a row, we’re now watching him open the show.
Zach Davis: Do you think this half and half booking gets on his nerves a little, Freddy? One minute he’s up fighting the best of the best, and then he’s right back to inducting the new guys on the roster into the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe on any other night, but I have the feeling Ethan’s a little more concerned with his upcoming title defense against FPV at Revenge.
Johnny Alpha’s theme confidently begins to blast out, enticing a relatively mixed reaction from the crowd, who haven’t seen much of the young new talent yet. Out comes Alpha, who appears quite smug as he powerfully steps down towards the ring, eyeing the Hardcore Champion with a look of intensity as he slides underneath the bottom rope and gets up to his feet.
Zach Davis: Last week didn’t go so well for Johnny Alpha, his team lost – but he wasn’t the one that was pinned. And now he has the chance to prove himself against the reigning Hardcore Champion, Ethan King.
Freddy Whoa: You’re right, Zach. A win here would be absolutely huge, and could warrant him future title opportunities down the road… but with the way Ethan’s glaring at him right now? I think he’s about to have a very rough night.
The official standing between the two competitors confirms that both men are ready to start the match, before signalling for the bell to ring. Upon the bell sounding, Ethan King immediately bursts out of his corner with no hesitation, he slams the rookie straight into the turnbuckle corner with a brutal clothesline that sends him bouncing into the corner padding. Once there, Ethan fires off a barrage of overhands, hooks and uppercuts that crunch into Alpha’s jaw and body, pushing him further and further into the corner with no route of escape.
Zach Davis: Looks like Ethan REALLY isn’t happy about being in this match.
After delivering a European Uppercut, Ethan allows Johnny Alpha to stumble out of the corner, before leaping up and hitting him with a picture-perfect dropkick that connects right on the chest. He quickly drops over Alpha for the cover, hooking both legs.
Freddy Whoa: Early kickout by Alpha, but he’s looking a little stunned.
Shrugging to himself, Ethan brings himself to his feet, and then lifts Alpha up by his hair, which earns him a warning from the referee. Ethan ignores this and hooks his arm around Johnny, lifting him up in the motion of a vertical suplex. Without even wasting a second, he drops straight down to the mat, crushing Alpha’s skull directly into the mat with a deadly brainbuster!
Zach Davis: I think that may have just killed Alpha.
Freddy Whoa: Another cover by the Hardcore Champ!
Johnny Alpha powers out again, although this time he’s looking a little worse for wear. Ethan smirks to himself, smelling blood as he awaits for Johnny to bring himself to his feet. Once he does, Ethan boots him to the gut, doubling the rookie over, before running the ropes, rebounding off of them, and them coming in from underneath the neck area of Johnny, swinging him over and slamming him to the mat with a Cut-Under Neckbreaker. Upon doing so, Ethan immediately kips up to his feet, and then hits a Standing Moonsault on Alpha, connecting right in the stomach area!
Zach Davis: The crowd shares their appreciation for the athletic display… goes to show even if you’re as despicable as Ethan King, you can still be cheered for your talent at least!
Freddy Whoa: King now with the cover once again.
THR-NO! Johnny Alpha once again kicks out, and this time the crowd is giving loud applause for Alpha for the amount of resilience he is showing tonight! Ethan King ignores this, bringing himself to his feet and holding his arms out as he shouts to the WCF Universe…
Ethan King: IS THIS ALL YOU’VE GOT FOR ME?
Forgetting about his impressive performance from earlier, the crowd now begin to boo the Hardcore Champion loudly, as he simply stares into the sea of fans and continues to grin.
Zach Davis: Perhaps it wouldn’t be so wise to leave your competitor unattended to, Ethan…
Freddy Whoa: Roll-Up by Johnny Alpha ONE!
NO! Ethan barely kicks out from the surprise roll-up.
Zach Davis: Reminiscent of the victory roll that Sidney J Warwick caught John Rabid with at Ultimate Showdown!
Freddy Whoa: And we all remember what happened to Ethan King after SJW got that pin on Rabid…
Zach Davis: ALPHA CRUSHER by Johnny Alpha! The swinging jawbreacker catches Ethan flush!
Freddy Whoa: This might be it! Alpha with the cover!
Freddy Whoa: The Hardcore Champion powers out at the count of two!
Zach Davis: Ethan King has shown his fair share of resiliency over the last few months. He caught a two on one beat-down last week, and caught slams from the likes of Gravedigger at Ultimate Showdown… and even a Yakuza Kick from his own teammate!
Freddy Whoa: There’s a reason Ethan considers himself one of the top guys around here… but it looks like he’s in trouble now. Johnny Alpha has been impressive thus far!
Johnny Alpha prepares to attempt The Alpha Driver, he begins to lift Ethan up, but before he can get him in the full motion of the move, Ethan manages to catch him with a wild overhand right! The blow is only glancing however, and merely causes Alpha to stumble back momentarily.
Ethan rises to a fully vertical base, and throws a quick roundhouse kick which is ducked by Alpha! Alpha then takes advantage of the miss, connecting with a Stunner! Ethan staggers back into the ropes, and bounces off them lightly back in the direction of Alpha, who kicks him in the gut, then swiftly lifts him up and hammers him back into the mat with a Powerbomb! The ring shakes from the impact of the move, as Alpha drops down and hooks the leg.
Zach Davis: Another kickout from King, and this is looking bad for him. He WAS focused coming into the match, and he was looking great, but then he lost concentration and things started to take a turn.
Freddy Whoa: And you have to think that’s always been one of Ethan’s major issues. He grows to arrogant in big moments and lets himself make crucial errors. You better believe FPV will capitalize on those at Revenge if he mucks up.
Johnny Alpha picks the Hardcore Champion up to his feet and once again attempts to go for the Alpha Driver…
But before he can even get close to initiating the move, Ethan grabs both of Johnny’s feet from underneath them, and sweeps his legs out, dropping him to the floor. He then quickly wraps his arms tightly around both his ankles, before falling backward and sending Johnny flying into the turnbuckle corner. Stunned, Alpha stumbles away from the corner, right towards Ethan King…
Zach Davis: Ethan looks pissed.
Freddy Whoa: He knows he could’ve ended this much earlier had he not been so arrogant… and now it looks like he’s going to make Johnny pay the price.
Ethan revolves around once, before launching forth a devastating elbow that smashes directly into the jaw of Johnny Alpha, who drops down to the canvas like a sack of potatoes.
Zach Davis: SHATTER THE CLOUDS!
Freddy Whoa: Goodnight.
Watching his opponent fall straight down to the mat, Ethan shakes his head in disgust, before jumping up onto the top rope.
Zach Davis: What’s he doing now?
Freddy Whoa: Putting on a show? Making an example? How am I supposed to know? I’m not in his head!
Ethan King balances himself on the top rope, before raising one arm triumphantly over his head, he then leaps off the top rope, spiralling in the air beautifully before landing directly on Alpha, connecting with the Corkscrew Senton Bomb perfectly!
Zach Davis: I believe that’s a new addition to his arsenal which he calls… Insanity’s Inception!
Freddy Whoa: Whatever it was… here’s the cover!
‘Alone With All The World’ plays as Kyle Steel stands up at ringside.
Kyle Steel: And your winner of this match by pinfall… the Hardcore Champion… ETTTTHAAANNN KINGGGGG!
With a look of disgust evident over his features, Ethan King ignores the referee moving to raise his arm and snatches his Hardcore Title from a ring attendant. He rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp, paying no mind to the fans who continue to boo him as he shrugs his title up onto his shoulder.
Freddy Whoa: And another victory for the Hardcore Champion, who seems to have left his defeat at Ultimate Showdown behind as he prepares for Revenge!
Zach Davis: He seems to be on form, but will it be enough to take on the King of the Deathmatch? Only time with tell!
Udy vs The Wolf vs Jim Brantelli vs Troy Wilson vs Marty Barrett vs Super Mario vs Jukebox Rocker Rock Roll vs Damian Manson vs Jaice Wilds
As we come back from commercial, most of the competitors in this match are already in, with a few yet to come.
Lights goes out. Demonic Chants mashed with a howl is heard before blue pyro explode. "The Evil within/psycho break theme song Long Way Down" by Gary Numan starts plays (titantron shows weird demonic signs and figures). Blue smoke fills the arena and spot light focuses on a figure on one knee. Fenris stands behind him arms out stretched..Udy howls by as another set of blue pyro explode. Udy makes his way slowly before rolling in and kneels at middle of ring. Howls again as light comes back and music fades.
"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.
Zach Davis: Alright! The ring is a mass of humanity and here we go!
As the bell sounds, all hell breaks loose, as is customary in battle royals. The Outcast Legend and Udy immediately begin brawling!
Freddy Whoa: Wolf versus Wolf!
Zach Davis: AWOOOO!
Meanwhile, Jim Brantelli drops Troy Wilson with a Spinebuster. Marty Barrett runs at him but Hellraiser kicks him in the gut and hits a Swinging Neckbreaker. Super Mario starts clubbing Brantelli from behind.
Freddy Whoa: Please don't sue us, Nintendo!
Brantelli turns and blocks a strike from Mario before throwing him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Super Mario just went on an Odyssey!
Jukebox Rocker Rock Roll is brawling with the Death Dealer, Damian Manson. Manson sends Jukebox to the ropes before lifting him up and hitting a Popup Death Valley Driver!
Freddy Whoa: Damian Manson goes to the top rope now..
Jaice Wilds runs and jumps onto the top with him and Dropkicks him off the top rope to the outside!
Zach Davis: The Xtreme Aerialist with the elimination!
Cherry Kisses slides in a guitar and Jukebox Rocker Roll swings the guitar at the two Wolves who are still going at it!, but they duck away from the guitar shot. The guitar bounces into the ropes and then back into Jukebox's face. Udy and Wolf then throw him out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: Another elimination.. are these two gonna work together?
Nope, Udy throws Wolf right out next.
Zach Davis: NO! Wolf lands on the apron.
Udy runs at Wolf to knock him off but Wolf blocks the attempt and then Springboards in and goes for a knee to the face. Udy avoids that.
Freddy Whoa: Thank goodness because that move makes every wrestler bleed instantly!
Udy drops Wolf with a Discus Elbow. He then turns as Marty Barrett Springboards and hits him with an Enziguri! Barrett lifts Udy up and hits a series of strikes that Udy completely no sells before hitting some rapid fire kicks that culminate in Udy kicking Barrett right out of the ring!
Zach Davis: Elimination by the Demon Wolf himself!
Troy Wilson is attacking Wolf, but Wolf headbutts him. Repeatedly. He then switches behind him and hits a German Suplex, murdering Wilson's neck. Wilson stumbles back up and Wolf Clotheslines him out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: We're down to four!
Jaice Wilds runs at Jim Brantelli and Jim kicks him in the stomach before hitting a DDT. He then climbs to the top.
Zach Davis: He's going for the Raised Hell!
He sees Wolf running at him so he flies off with a Dropkick to Wolf instead. Jaice has stumbled up and Brantelli hits a Snapmare. Jaice gets to his feet and Brantelli Dropkicks him out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: So many Dropkicks tonight!
The Outcast Legend throws Jim Brantelli out of the ring!
Zach Davis: No! Brantelli lands on the apron!
Brantelli climbs to the top rope and Wolf runs at him but Brantelli punches him and then lifts him up to the top with him.
Freddy Whoa: What does he have in mind?
Zach Davis: BRAINBUSTER! FROM THE TOP!
The Hellraiser lifts Wolf up and goes to throw him out but Wolf reverses the irish whip attempt and then switches behind him as he comes back and executes a German Suplex. Udy goes on the attack now and hits a series of kicks to Wolf from behind before spinning him around and throwing him to the ropes. Udy hits a T-Bone Suplex on Wolf!
Freddy Whoa: This rivalry is really heating up!
Udy lifts Wolf upand hits another series of rapid fire kicks before throwing him over the top.
Zach Davis: Udy eliminates Wolf!
No!, Wolf lands on the apron and holds on. Udy runs at him and Wolf clubs him, he lifts him to Vertical Suplex him out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: No!, both men are on the apron now!
Jim Brantelli runs at them and knocks them both out of the ring.
Zach Davis: THE HELLRAISER WINS!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Wolf and Udy were too focused on each other and it cost them!
David Sanchez Segment
The crowd settles down to the point of a murmured whisper before being jolted back to life suddenly by the thunderous din of Royal Blood’s hit song: ‘Out of the Black’ comes crashing through the speaker system in the WesBanco. Bringing with it, a deafening surge of boos from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: This West Virginia crowd really letting the Mayor of Chicago have it tonight.
Zach Davis: All week this guy has been religiously bitching on the internet about having to fly down to West Virginia again to do this show tonight.
Freddy Whoa: The Darknet, Zach! Not the internet… don’t give him any reason to come over here. Sanchez has been in a foul mood since doing a lot worse than he’d expected to in the Ultimate Showdown match.
Zach Davis: It’s a Brave New World, Freddy. What’s worse is that last week, he suffered a count-out loss to Stephen Singh’s new Very Big Security when he walked out on the match; only to learn the guys had already been paid to lie down for him.
Finally, after allowing the boos to settle for a second and the song to creep into the first verse; Sanchez emerges from behind the curtain. Still in a shirt and tie, the Internet Championship being held on a trash-grabber in front of him, the Mayor glides down the ramp, afloat on a river of resentment for his surroundings. With every weightless step, the fans’ faces seem to further add to his frustrations which peak as he reaches the ring apron and slides both the grabber and belt under the ropes before joining them himself.
Freddy Whoa: There’s definitely been some signs of strife in the Everest ranks since Showdown… poor communications, separate dressing rooms. That’s how it starts, Zach.
Zach Davis: It’s easy to understand why, Freddy. Here’s Sanchez; who was supposed to be the unofficial leader of the group, but he gets outperformed by both Singh and King, that’s gotta cause some questions about the hierarchy of things on Mount Everest!
Circling the ring, Sanchez inhales deeply and sighs, shaking his head at the fans for neglecting to appreciate his raw athletic prowess. He picks up the trash grabber again, pinching his nose with his other hand as he displays the terribly scratched and mistreated belt to the entire crowd in a full revolution, before opening the claw and tossing the belt onto the pads at ringside.
Kyle Steel: Ladies an--
Sanchez snatches the microphone from Kyle Steel’s hands, just as he starts to introduce him. He shoves the ring announcer into the corner a few times, mostly for fun apparently because he’s quick to lose interest and pretend he wasn’t doing anything to begin with. Pacing now, from one side of the ring to the other, he starts to speak, not really to the crowd, but more just muttering to himself in a way everybody can hear.
David Sanchez: You know, I wasn’t gonna say anything… I mean, not on TV at least, but I don’t really see any other way around it, I’m afraid… Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand out here today, not a humble man in acceptance of his new place in the pecking order-- no. Before your very eyes I stand here, a victim.
The crowd boos the notion of Sanchez being a victim, or anything... other than a cunt.
David Sanchez: A Victim, West Virginia... of a man I once considered to be a close friend and stablemate.
The crowd pops now, was an Everest implosion imminent?
David Sanchez: Settle down, yokels. This isn’t about to be some big domestic scene, no. You’ve got it all wrong-- see, the man I’m talking about isn’t our new World Champion, no. Singh and I, we’re adults and any tensions between ourselves and Ethan won’t be paraded out here on live television. I mean, what are we, #beachKrew? come now Virginians, behave.
The booing returns now, having only been gone a brief moment or two.
David Sanchez: No, no, no… see, this World didn’t just start falling apart on me at Ultimate Showdown, did it? This string of bad luck I’ve been having; it dates back to Blast, and it’s blamed on one man. The same guy that’s always been there, keeping me down and keeping himself above absolutely everything else-- Joey Flash, the standard bearer for what success in recent times should look like, and the same one-winged, tone deaf songbird that simply won’t fuck off and leave this company to flourish without him.
More boos, this time a smile forming on David’s lips as the big screen displays a large screen picture of Joey Flash lying battered and broken as result of the infamous Everest piledriver earlier on in the year.
David Sanchez: As you can see… I’ve already tried to tell him once. But like most Italians, he’s as thick as he is loud. At first I tried not to let it bother me, you know? I mean it’s not like he came back to attack little old me. Shit, he barely acknowledged my existence at all. But, he shouldn’t have been there-- none of those men had any place in that ring. I made the deciding fall in the Trios Cup by LEADING Everest to victory over the Three Kings in Mexico.
The boos reach their loudest point.
David Sanchez: I won the right to a one on one match with the World Championship on the line line that I was NEVER given. Not once, not I. But amongst all these flailing intruders, Dion Necurat was able to win the belt as I stood fuckin’ slackjawed, watching Joey Flash steal the whole damn show.
A quick pop, that soon bleeds back into boos from the West Virginia crowd.
David Sanchez: I’ll cut to the chase shall I? See, Joe. I wasn’t joking all those months ago. None of this. Nothing that happens in the WCF is any of your concern anymore-- and yet, you still pop up from time to time; in person or on my Darknet, just to soak up some fuckin’ attention. But, what I want to do, Joe is change all of that, I want to make you matter again, buddy-- the faint, but certain smell of fear and vagina coming from the locker room is telling me I’m not gonna be getting a REAL challenge for that worthless pile of golden shit on the ground out there, so how about it, Flash? I know you still watch this shit, you over-rated ham. Help me give these fuckin’ mongoloids a match that’s actually worth my time…
The crowd immediately starts to lose their shit and chant for Joey Flash, led by Sanchez who claps his hands in the ring along to their shouts.
Crowd: JOEY FLASH!!! JOEY FLASH!!! JOEY FLASH!!!
Sanchez continues to egg on the crowd, who now, after thirty or so seconds have started to figure out that he’s not in the building.
David Sanchez: Hahaha… you guys are too much, stop. He’s not here, I don’t even think Alessandra lets him stay up this late on a Sunday, not since the head injury. I just wanted to--
Stopping mid-rant, Sanchez springs forward and rolls out of the ring, snatching a Series 6 Joey Flash action figure from a seven year-old boy at ringside. More boos follow, as he rolls back in, ignoring the child’s cries and angry advances of her father, who is immediately restrained by security. He holds the figure up for the crowd to see, before dropping it to the floor in the middle of the ring.
David Sanchez: Maybe he is here, I had no idea. Visual aids, baby.
He lifts his boot and smashes it down upon the figure, before dropping to the mat and demanding a referee. He pins the broken toy with one hand for another thirty or so seconds. But a referee never arrives. Losing interest in this, Sanchez quickly gets back to his feet and kicks the toy out of the ring, where it falls broken to the floor, next to the Internet Championship.
David Sanchez: I don’t care, you all seen it. I just beat Joey Flash in the middle of this ring. That’s 1-0 and that’s probably a closer contest than the real match could’ve ever been anyway. So… you’re welcome. As for you, Joe-- why not try again at Revenge? I’m all for second chances and I think it’s mandatory that I defend that piece of shit, the Internet Title every once in awhile. So why not try to even the score? It’s not like there’s a line of people with the balls to fuckin’ challenge for it. Shit, the things barely a belt anymore.
The camera zooms in on the scratched, tattered title that Sanchez won during the Ultimate Showdown match-- his hatred towards it, not exactly a secret. Furthering the boos.
David Sanchez: What now, yokels? If not Flash, then who? You think I need this lead weight around my neck? You find me anybody on the face of this earth. Anyone in the locker room, the indies or the fuckin’ unemployment line and I’ll do to them what I do to everybody else who gets in my way. I’ll take them, and make them inept. Not one person-- nobody in the back or online has challenged me, so I think it’s time I take the initiative and accept what I already knew in Richmond.
Sanchez stalls for effect, the crowd still half-expecting Joey Flash to burst outta nowhere and punch him in the mouth.
David Sanchez: it’s just a matter of time until this Title gets thrown in the trash where it belongs; where it feels most at home. Me? I’m just the guy who gets to drag it around for a while, this has been David Sanchez-- the Unchallenged, Undisputed… LAST WCF Internet Champion. Have a pleasant day.
Omega Title Contendership Match
William vs Trey Carter vs Big Sexy Bryan vs Dawson Creek
Zach Davis: And now a match that I personally am very excited for… the Omega Title contendership match!
Freddy Whoa: This match is featuring four men who could turn out to be breakout stars here in the WCF!
Rock Out by Motorhead plays over the PA and William the Behemoth walks to the ramp and lets out a roar followed by some pyro. He then slowly walks to the ring.
Zach Davis: William the Behemoth has been pretty successful as of late, hasn’t he Freddy? First he was a holder of the Internet Title, then he had an impressive showing in the King of the Deathmatch, where he almost won the entire thing!
Freddy Whoa: Yep. And now he’s an associate of the World Champion himself. More good things could be coming the way of William the Behemoth pretty damn soon if you ask me.
William The Behemoth enters the ring, towering well above the official standing in the ring. He stands next to one of the turnbuckle corners, a scowl over his face.
The lights dim as the wind chimes sound through the arena. As soon as the beat picks up, the arena is filled with red, white and black stars as Trey Carter slowly walks in with a focused, yet self absorbed demeanor. He takes his time coming down to ring, and isn't shy about telling off fans on his way down.
Zach Davis: One of the more technically proficient wrestlers in the WCF today… here comes the former Alpha Champion, Trey Carter!
Freddy Whoa: This guy has been impressive. He’s gone toe-to-toe with the likes of John Rabid before, and could potentially make himself one of the top stars around here if he continues with his upward trajectory.
Zach Davis: Indeed! If he puts out a similar performance to the one he put into his tag team match last week, he could be the one facing off against Mikey eXtreme and Kyle Kemp at Revenge!
He walks up the steps and ducks under the second rope to climb into the ring. The lights all meet him in the center of the ring in a mix of red, white and black before he throws his arm up in the air and the turnbuckle fireworks shoot off.
Freddy Whoa: But not if this next man has anything to say about it! The man who teamed with Trey last week… here comes Big Sexy Bryan!
Zach Davis: I seriously hope you’re just saying that because it’s his ring name, Freddy.
i'm too sexy -right said fred plays while he enters the arena. he gazes on the crowd, does a macho man savage spin as he blows kisses, does an ric flair strut twards the ring and as he hits the ring, he picks a "special" lady from the audience and kisses her.
Freddy Whoa: And finally, the man who pulled up quite the upset last week over Bonnie Blue… Dawson Creek!
"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. 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. Dawson retreats to the corner and stretches.
Zach Davis: You really have to think that this guy has the potential to be one of the fan favourites around here if he’s given enough time to work his magic.
Freddy Whoa: If his performance last week is anything to go by? I like Dawson’s chances in this match.
The official in the middle of the ring glances to every corner of the ring, making sure all four athletes are ready to begin the match. The bell is about to ring and - the lights go out.
Zach Davis: Oh what is this now?
A few moments pass, murmurs from the crowd, and then without warning the lights turn back on. Standing in the middle of the ring, right between all the men in this contest stands Corey Black.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA?!
Zach Davis: The King of All Wrestlers once again gracing us with his presence! It would appear as if he is holding a microphone!
Corey Black: Look at the humanity inside this ring. A bunch of men who have barely done anything to garner a shot at WCF championship gold. Not a single one of you is worthy of joining Kemp or eXtreme to compete for the Omega Championship. But alas, here we are, you're all ready to tear each other apart to go on to what once was a triple treat match for the newest title in WCF.
Zach Davis: WAS?!
Corey Black: The losers of this match, I ask you count your blessings - because the winner has to fight not only Kyle Kemp. Not only Mikey eXtreme. You also have to compete against Corey. Motherfucking. Black. I'm taking gold with me to War when I put the nail in Jonny Fly's coffin, and none of you can stop me.
A bunch of insider fans try to start a LOGAN! chant that quickly dies down. In the ring, everyone goes to lunge for Corey but BOOM as suddenly as it happened in the first place, the lights in the arena drop. They come back up a few moments later to a ring devoid of the intruder.
Freddy Whoa: We have a match to get to but the winner heads into yet another four way contest at Revenge!
Zach Davis: Corey Black plans to pick up some gold on his retirement tour, and make history while he's doing it! Corey Black put the Revenge pay per view on the map back in the day and this year's show will be no different!
DING DING DING
Dawson Creek, Big Sexy Bryan, and Trey Carter all immediately look toward the lumbering William The Behemoth, who lets out a menacing roar. The crowd start to give William their thoughts, jeering and insulting him loudly as he continues to roar. He steps into the middle of the ring, beckoning for any of the other three men to step up to his challenge.
And all three of them do.
Creek, Bryan and Carter start hammering away at William, who even manages to stand tall over Big Sexy Bryan. They attempt to hack away at his legs, causing William to stumble a little bit, but this isn’t enough to deter the big man. He grabs Dawson Creek by the head and throws him into the turnbuckle corner, smashing him face first into the top turnbuckle padding. Creek holds onto his face in agony, but is given no moment to recover as William The Behemoth rushes towards the corner – ignoring the other two men for the moment – and hits a running splash on Creek, mashing him between his large body and the turnbuckle corner.
Zach Davis: I think Dawson Creek just got flattened.
Immediately, Trey Carter and Big Sexy Bryan are back in the fray, keeping William in the corner as they dig their shoulders into him continuously, one at a time. Big Sexy Bryan holds William in place, while Trey Carter then begins to land a flurry of jabs, overhands and chops on the Behemoth.
Freddy Whoa: This is a relentless assault!
Zach Davis: And poor Dawson Creek is stuck in the corner, trapped by William The Behemoth… who himself is being held by Bryan!
Now incensed, William The Behemoth roars once more and blocks one of Trey Carter’s punches, before slapping him across the chest, causing Carter to recoil back in pain. William then lands two vicious clubbing blows to Bryan’s back, before holding him in a front facelock and then dropping him straight to the mat with a DDT!
Trey Carter bounces off the ropes, picking up speed to make an assault on William, who is clearly having none of it as he obliterates Carter with a running clothesline that sends him craning down to the canvas!
Zach Davis: He just made a six-foot five guy look puny! How is that even possible?
Not allowing William to gloat, Dawson Creek jumps up onto his back, and tries to pull him down for a backstabber… but William doesn’t budge. His eyes bulge outwards as he reaches over his back and locks his arm over Dawson’s head. He pulls him over and holds him in a fireman’s carry for a moment, before positioning his hands on his chest and stomach… and then raises him up into a Military Press!
Freddy Whoa: William’s looking like Thomas Uriel Bates right now… or stronger!
Zach Davis: Can you even get stronger than The Mountain?
William holds Dawson Creek high above his head, pressing him up and down. This continues for a few moments until Big Sexy Bryan hits a chop block on William’s right leg, who screams as he releases Creek – who crashes unceremoniously into the mat – and lands on one knee. Bryan rolls away as Trey Carter is back up to his feet, and rushes at the kneeling William…
Freddy Whoa: PAYBACK for that clothesline! Trey Carter just booted William directly in the jaw!
Zach Davis: But somehow… he’s still not down!
William The Behemoth is now on both knees, stunned and clearly shaken, but not down to the ground. Dawson Creek is now back up to his feet, and he runs at the Behemoth and clocks him with an enziguri kick to the temple! William reels around once more on his knees, but doesn’t not drop down.
Zach Davis: How much is it going to take?
Flustered by the resilience of William The Behemoth, Trey Carter rushes up behind Dawson Creek, locks his arms around his waist, lifts and slams him into the mat with a German Suplex. He then avoids a shot from Big Sexy Bryan, and drops him too, this time with a Reverse DDT. He glances over towards William, notices that he’s still only kneeling, and then quickly climbs up to the top rope.
Zach Davis: You won’t notice this technician going up to the top rope too often… but here he goes now!
Freddy Whoa: He’s going high risk, which is what you need to take out someone as big as William the Behemoth.
Trey Carter balances himself on the top rope… before leaping off and connecting with a sharp Superman Punch directly to the temple of William the Behemoth…
Zach Davis: The Behemoth is toppled!
William slumps down to the canvas after the superman punch, Trey Carter capitalizes immediately, going for the pinfall.
William kicks out! Trey Carter appears frustrated, slapping the mat once in anger… before getting rolled up by Dawson Creek!
THR-NOOO! Trey Carter kicks out of the roll-up!
Both men rush up to their feet, but Creek is one step quicker, he slips underneath a punch from Carter and ends up behind him, hitting him quickly with a German Suplex! Carter rolls out of the ring, holding onto his back.
Freddy Whoa: That’s revenge for what Carter did to him earlier!
Creek then notices William The Behemoth is still down… and something clicks. He quickly starts to scale up to the top rope, a smile appearing on his lips as he steadies himself on the top rope.
Zach Davis: Is he going for it?
Dawson Creek leaps off the ropes, to which the crowd responds by cheering, and lands a Frog Splash directly on William the Behemoth!
Freddy Whoa: HE HITS IT! CREEK SPLASH! THIS IS IT!
Creek remains atop of William, hooking his huge leg! The official slides in to count the pinfall.
Zach Davis: Not quite! Bryan makes the save, clobbering Dawson with a double axe handle to the back!
Big Sexy Bryan, having played possum to wait for his opportunity, sharply brings Dawson Creek up to his feet, and hits him with the “Kiss My Ass” DDT! He spikes Dawson’s head into the ring, and then quickly pins him.
Zach Davis: Bryan looking to steal one here!
Not yet! Dawson Creek powers out at the count of two. Bryan, not wasting anytime, now attempts to pin William The Behemoth, who is still grounded!
William also kicks out at two, much to the dismay of Bryan.
Zach Davis: William had just enough time to recover after that Creek Splash, but he’s clearly still reeling.
Trey Carter is heading through the middle rope, attempting to get back into the action, but Bryan is already there to intercept him. He smashes him with a right hook that cracks off his cheekbone, before pulling him into his clutches and executing a perfect snap suplex! Not giving Carter any time to recover or move out of the way, Bryan then gets back up to his feet and hits him with an elbow drop across the throat! Trey Carter coughs and splutters, as Bryan pins him!
Freddy Whoa: Kick out by Carter. None of these men want to go down without a fight in this one, this is there shot at the Omega Championship!
Zach Davis: You have to think it was the right decision to bring in a belt like this… now these four men are all getting a chance to ascend to stardom!
Dawson Creek is back up to his feet now, and before him he sees the six-foot eight Bryan, who towers well over him. Creek plays it smart, backing away cautiously, allowing Bryan to charge towards him, he drops down and catches Bryan with a drop toe-hold, causing him to fall face first into the middle turnbuckle. Dawson then waits for Bryan to stumble back up to his feet… before dropping him with a front face buster! The crowd cheers as their clear favourite in Dawson Creek goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: The cover is broken up by Trey Carter, who is already pulling Creek up to his feet…
Zach Davis: STREET CUTTER!
Freddy Whoa: No! Dawson Creek adjusts his weight at the last second… and he crashes down atop of Carter… right into a cover!
Zach Davis: ONE… TWO… NO! Carter kicks out.
Both men get up to their feet and begin to trade blows, but before they can mount any proper offense against one another…
Freddy Whoa: WILLIAM THE BEHEMOTH FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!
Zach Davis: He just levelled both of them with one of the hardest shoulder blocks I’ve ever seen!
Now recovered and no longer stunned by the constant assault that had been levied upon him earlier, William now stands tall with a scowl over his face. He grabs both Creek and Carter by the arm, dragging them relatively close to the top right turnbuckle corner. He slowly begins to climb up to the second rope, the audience in attendance begin to boo the Behemoth furiously, but he pays them no mind as he now stands on the second rope, sizing up both men who lay before him.
Zach Davis: Oh no… here he goes.
Freddy Whoa: FALLING CONTINENT! The diving leg drop lands clean!
Zach Davis: Carter and Creek were both just crushed by the immense weight of William the Behemoth!
Freddy Whoa: And here goes the cover on Creek!
THR-NO! Dawson Creek kicks out yet again, and the crowd go wild!
William shakes his head and rolls over toward Carter, pinning him this time.
Yet another kick-out!
Zach Davis: Each of these men want to win this one bad, Freddy! I don’t think there’s any sort of end in sight for this match.
William the Behemoth is up to his feet… and he is confronted by the Big Sexy Bryan, who is now hitting him with hard rights and lefts. The Behemoth responds in the kind, and now the two big men are engaged in a slugfest in the middle of the ring, giving Dawson Creek and Trey Carter ample time to recover and slowly make their way up to their feet…
Freddy Whoa: Trey Carter, ever the warrior, charges at William and Bryan!
Bryan sidesteps out of the way and Trey Carter runs full force into William, both men flying out of the ring. This gives Dawson Creek the time to lock Bryan into the Big Sleep!
Zach Davis: And as you close your eyes for The Big Sleep, I hope you think of me, yeaahh!
He has to release it fairly quickly so the other competitors don't get back into the match. Dawson Creek jumps to the top...
Freddy Whoa: CREEK SPLASH!
Into the pin.
Zach Davis: DAWSON CREEK IS GOING TO REVENGE!
Dawson Creek rolls out of the ring and quickly backpeddles up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: What a match!
Zach Davis: The Omega Title match is shaping up to be crazy. Torture tried to make it a good, clean singles match between Kyle Kemp and Mikey eXtreme. Seth ruined it by adding this match, and Corey Black added himself as well, and now we've got a four way!
Freddy Whoa: What a story, Mark!
We go to commercial.
Tag Team Titles Match
Damian Simmons/Matthew Drake vs Mushroom Mangino
The Wesbanco Arena in Wheeling, West Virginia have been sold out again for another episode of Sunday Night SLAM. Through everything that has happened, the show has now reached the WCF Tag Team Championships match featuring hateful rivals, Damian Simmons and Matthew Drake facing off against Mushroom Mandingo. The cameras turn to Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis sat behind the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to another episode of Sunday Night Slam and we have reached to another wanted match on the card. The WCF Tag Team Champions, Mushroom Mandingo, will defend their championships against Matthew Blake and Damian Simmons. A big opportunity for the two rookies huh’?
Zach Davis: You can say that again. Matthew Blake and Damian Simmons need to put their differences aside because this is an opportunity of a lifetime to become WCF Tag Team Champions. Many careers of legends and World Champions were started by becoming Tag Team Champions so who's to say they won’t take that chance?
Freddy Whoa: But last week, Mushroom Mandingo showed the world how dominant they can be against Troy Wilson and Marty Barrett. What says they can’t do the same tonight? They are looking to be extremely focused on retaining the Tag Team Championships on their first defense and will do anything to keep the belt.
Zach Davis: Well it’s time to see what the outcome will be as we switch to Kyle Steel in the ring for the introductions!
The cameras turns over to Kyle Steel wearing his signature black tuxedo in the center of the ring holding a microphone under his chin as he is ready to get the cue from production to begin with the introductions of the match.
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen! This match is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF Tag Team Championships!
“Forever” by Drake is the first entrance music to play around the entire interior of the Wesbanco Arena cuing the entire lights to dance and flash around the audience. Suddenly, the lights shut off producing a darkness in the arena then a flash of fireworks explode from the stage down the entrance path. They shine again to reveal Matthew Drake standing center stage with the cocky smirk on his face.
He walks down to the ring ignoring the fans behind the barricades. Obviously he does not care about where he is at, only the Tag Team Championships are on his mind. Matthew climbs the steels steps then stands on the middle turnbuckle outside the ropes. He powers his fists in the air mocking the fans at ringside who are tired of seeing this asshole every week on Slam.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first! Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 215 pounds. He is Matthew Drake!
Wearing a black compression sleeve on the right arm, black tape on his left wrist, tights that resemble Seth Rollins in Black and Blue. Matthew hops over the top rope into the ring and marches over to his corner. His entrance music fades away allowing the audience to consume the environment with ear shattering boos. Matthew keeps a tunnel vision on the gold through.
Freddy Whoa: A young athlete like him has such an attitude that rubs people the wrong way. Having a few victories and an Alpha Title match gives him the bragging right in his mind that he is the next top prospect but his partner tonight thinks otherwise.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena fade to black again and silence overcompensates for the lack of suspense in the entrance. After a few moments, the audience decides to illuminate the interior of the Wesbanco Arena with lights from their smart phones. An eerie voice sounds from the arena’s surround system garnering the attention of every fan in their seat.
"This... is a message for those of you who remain silent. This is for those who believe their opinion is meaningless. This is for those who were forced into believing they are nothing in the grand scheme of things... You are wrong. Your voice alone may be small, but as a group, you can be louder than a lion's roar. I am here to bring that out of you. I am here to represent the silent. Majority.”
“Silent Majority” by Nickelback comes into play illuminating the entire interior with red strobe lights shining across everyone and everything. Damian Simmons storms out from the backstage area to center stage with the spotlight on him. He raises his arms to the welcoming audience and smiles to their praise before changing a harsh expression to Matthew in the ring.
Walking down the entrance path, he mingles with a few fans behind the barricade. Damian doesn’t change that hateful facial expression every time he looks at Matthew who returns it with a smirk. He hops onto the apron and leans against the ropes before moving through them escorting himself to his own corner. Matthew steps aside letting his “partner” climb up to the middle turnbuckle.
Taylor Lorde: Introducing his partner! Hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin! At seven feet tall, weighing 205 pounds. He is “The Colossal Cruiserweight” Damian Simmons!
Wearing black elbow pads. Black gloves with red Y design on the backhand from the middle of the wrist to the pointer and pinky fingers. Black tights with a red stripe from both ankles leading up to form an arch, sort of an N on both the back and front of the tights. On the right side of the tights reads "Damian" in white letters, outlined in red. On the left, "Simmons", in white, outlined in red. Both words written in scratchy lettering. His boots are simple, black wrestling boots.
Zach Davis: This seven foot maniac is adored and loved for his fighting attitude but his emotions might get the better of him for this match. The size advantage could be a phenomenal factor in helping them get the WCF Tag Team Championships unless Mushroom Mandingo have a trick up their sleeve.
Powering his fists up in the air, the fans at ringside applaud along with the rest of the audience. Damian’s music fades letting the crowd chant his name as he drops down from the middle turnbuckle to stand on the apron letting Matthew be first. Damian notions for him to be the leading force and he doesn’t like it but Matthew says whatever.
Crowd: DAMIAN! DAMIAN! DAMIAN! DAMIAN! DAMIAN!
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.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MANDINGO! MANDINGO! MANDINGO! MANDINGO!
"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! Jayson Price, 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.
Zach Davis: Oh not this again!
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.
Freddy Whoa: Mushroom Mandingo are here and are making it very clear what their biggest assets to their tag team are. Many have questioned the dynamic of this duo but they have shut all questions and doubts last week on Sunday Night Slam. Tonight they make their first defense of the belts and we can’t wait!
Jayson and Andre hand over the Tag Team Championship belts to the referee who takes them and stands in the middle of the ring. He raises each belt to the camera then walks over to the ropes to hand them to a ringside crew member. Both teams are ready as Andre Holmes and Matthew Blake are the ones preparing for the match to begin!
Ding Ding Ding!
Andre and Matthew both circle the ring simultaneously keeping to the ropes. They two meet in the center of the ring where they lock up and Matthew uses his height to push Andre back into the corner. Once his back touches the turnbuckles, the referee makes the count up to four where Matthew backs off but then he steps forward for a quick shot until Andre ducks under the arm.
Andre spins around on his own two feet then throws a right Roundhouse Kick into the chest of Matthew stunning him in the corner. He repeats the kicks delivering a quick striking offense before taking the right arm and throwing him into the opposing corner. Matthew hits his back against the turnbuckles and Andre comes charging him to deliver a Corner Clothesline into the exposed chest!
Zach Davis: The match has started and already Andre Holmes is taking into the early offense with his fast paced striking and quick agility.
Matthew drops down onto his ass sitting down in the corner. Andre runs back into the opposing corner then rebounds off the turnbuckles returning to Blake. A right knee is lifted into his nose thus completing the trademark move of “Trapped in the Corner.” Once Andre pulls his opponent out of the corner, he immediately goes for the pin attempt.
Matthew kicks out and Andre helps him back up onto his feet. He whips him into his team’s corner and his back is slammed against the turnbuckles. Jayson gets the tag and enters the ring where he immediately lands a Double Underhook Backbreaker with Matthew hanging across his right knee. Andre runs into the ropes, leaps on it, and drives Blake down on the knee with a Springboard Moonsault!
Freddy Whoa: Double Underhook Backbreaker followed by a Springboard Moonsault! Mushroom Mandingo are creating some innovative tag team moves we’ve never seen before and here is the pin attempt again!
Jayson tags in Andre letting him take control and he is measuring up Matthew on the mat. Suddenly, Andre charges into Matthew who springs back up on his feet. A Superkick clocks the chin of Holmes keeping him standing on tip toes right before Matthew shoves his head in under his right arm pit securing the Suplex Position before transitioning into the Falcon Arrow!
Freddy Whoa: Holy cow! A Superkick into the Falcon Arrow! Matthew Blake with a beautiful combination stunning the champion out of nowhere and another pin attempt made as he hooks up the right leg!
Andre kicks out and Matthew rolls him over onto his back to lock in the Crossface submission. Matthew is leaning back with the hands locked under his chin pulling back on the neck as far as he can. Andre starts dragging their combined weight over to the ropes ahead of him, every drag takes a lot of energy before Blake rolls them both over into the center of the ring repositioning the submission hold!
Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!
Zach Davis: He rolled him back into the center of the ring starting from square one. The Crossface submission is locked in tighter than ever and Andre is on the verge of tapping out!
No! The strength of the Mandingo pushes him off the mat to his knees helping to carry both men back up to their feet. Andre slips his head and stands behind him where he leaps off the mat backwards wrapping his legs around his neck from behind. He flips Matthew backwards onto his neck with a Reverse Frankensteiner having both men down on the canvas!
Freddy Whoa: Reverse Frankensteiner! Reverse Frankensteiner! Both men are down on the canvas and they are trying to reach their tag partners! The tag is made! Jayson Price and Damian Simmons have entered the ring!
Both men charge forward into each other but Damian slams Jayson down on the mat with back to back Shoulder Barges. The final barge has Jayson stand back up on his feet where Damian spikes his head on the canvas with a Double Underhook DDT. Before you know it, the seven foot monster climbs up all the way to the top rope of an unoccupied corner and drops down on Jayson with a Diving Elbow Drop!
Zach Davis: ELBOW DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
Jayson kicks out and Damian drags him up to his feet. Jayson breaks the hold and starts delivering a series of back to back kicks in the thighs trying to distract him long enough for him to run back into the ropes. He does a Handspring jump where his back rebounds onto the shoulders of Simmons. Damian snaps down on his knees delivering the Argentine Backbreaker!
Freddy Whoa: SPINE SPLINTER! SPINE SPLINTER! WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
No! Andre gets through the ropes and makes the save just in time by jumping on the pin fall attempt. Matthew immediately gets inside the ring and tosses Andre through the ropes. After that happens, Matthew asks Damian to tag him as he gets back on the apron. Simmons hesitates but decides to put his differences aside this one time for the Tag Titles. The tag is made!
The moment Damian gets on the apron, he feels something grab his ankles. Andre trips him down onto the apron where his chin smacks against the edge of it. Before Damian can get back up to his feet, he eats a Busaiku Knee at ringside. Matthew turns around eating a quivering Superkick to the chin knocking Blake against the ropes.
Zach Davis: PRICE CHECK! SIMMONS GOT TRIPPED WITH HIS CHIN HITTING AGAINST THE APRON BY ANDRE THEN HITTING A BUSAIKU KNEE. OH NO, JAYSON PRICE HAS BLAKE IN HIS ARMS!
That’s right! Jayson catches Matthew off the rebound of the ropes. He scoops him on his right shoulder then holds him in that Tombstone Piledriver in the center of the ring. Andre climbs up on the apron then leaps onto the top rope. He springboards committing to a 450 Degree Flip landing on top of Matthew to complete the Tombstone Piledriver aka Double Climax!
Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE CLIMAX! DOUBLE CLIMAX!
Zach Davis: HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
Ding Ding DIng!
“My Dick” by Mickey Avalon replays around the arena again. Andre and Jayson stand on their feet receiving their WCF Tag Team Championship belts then get their arms raised by the referee.
Freddy Whoa: Mushroom Mandingo makes their first title defense defeating Damian Simmons and Matthew Blake. We’ll cut to the next match but congratulations to Mushroom Mandingo for an impressive victory!
Stephen Singh Segment
Freddy Whoa: We go backstage once more to the World Champion as he apparently LEAVES the arena!
In the parking garage, a cameraman stands in front of a white limousine with a longshot of Singh in the open door of a limousine, addressing the camera, Very Big Security and probably anyone who would actually listen.
Stephen Singh: THIS is the life of a Champion! Eliminating threats with your BRAIN instead of your brawn, hopping in the limousine a few hours, and STILL collecting the biggest paycheck on the roster! Truly a Golden Age!
With that, Singh nods to Very Big Security and slides into the car with his World Title in tow. Ainsley shuts the door behind him and then gives a pat on the side of the vehicle to let the driver now it’s okay to pull away. The limousine shifts into pulls slowly forward, the camera framing up the driver’s side window as it does which rolls down halfway to the roar of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: THAT’S TEO DEL SOL! Teo is driving the limousine!
The record-holding People’s Champion gives a quick wink to the camera and his fans as the crowd goes nuts with the limousine pulling off into the night.
Zach Davis: VBA didn’t see the driver! Singh has no idea he’s being carted around by the number one contender! How did Teo get out of that locker room?!
Freddy Whoa: I can’t answer that but it’s apparent now where Very Big Security left the keys. Here’s another question: did Everest see this?!
Zach Davis: If they did, would they even tell Thievin’ Stephen at this point? I’m not too sure, Freddy! And where to now for the number one contender, the World Title and the Champion?!
Television Title Match
Chris Cardell vs John Rabid
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the WCF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
"The Kill" by 30 Seconds to Mars plays throughout the arena, as Chris Cardell makes his way onto the stage. There is not much emotion on his face, and his eyes seem focused and prepared for the task at hand as he makes his way down the ramp. Stopping to pose at the top, he then simply makes his way under the bottom rope and pushes himself up, before walking to his corner to commence preparations for the match.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger, he hails from Terra Haute, Indiana, and weighing in this evening at 240 pounds . . . CHRIS CARDELL!
“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 outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp as his name appears on a Slam Graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's The Ripper hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, hearing some approval from the audience where there would usually have been boos. He takes off his black trench-coat and shades and waves his hapless opponent on with a cocky smirk on his face.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, he hails from London, England, and weighs in this evening at 226 pounds. He is the reigning and defending WCF Television Champion, a title that he has held longer than any man in history . . . he is . . . JOHN RABID!
Zach Davis: Here we go with the Television Championship on the line, as newcomer Chris Cardell has a golden opportunity less than a month into his tenure with the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: It's put up or shut up time for Cardell, as he faces off against . . .
Before Freddy can finish his sentence, "Two Hands" by Ani DiFranco fills the arena and Sidney J. Warwick appears at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos. He is wearing a red trucker cap and a grey sweatshirt, both with the word "COACH" printed on them in large block letters. There is a whistle tied around his neck with an old shoelace, and he wears the Alpha Championship belt on his waist while carrying a replica WCF World Title belt over his shoulder. With a free hand, he brings a microphone to his lips.
Sidney J. Warwick: Last week on Slam, we witnessed two miscarriages of justice. First, John "The Sore Loser" Rabid assaulted me when the only thing that I had done to possibly offend him was defeat him fair and square in an athletic competition at Ultimate Showdown. Second, somehow the unholy alliance of Rabid, Steven Singh, and Seth Lerch decided that they were going to put together a match for Revenge - totally without my consent - in which MY Alpha Championship is on the line, and, worse yet, if Rabid manages to defeat me, he also gets a shot at MY WCF World Championship at a later date!
Zach Davis: We would be remiss if we didn't fact check Sidney here. Despite what SJW has been claiming since Ultimate Showdown, Stephen Singh is the World Champion and will be John Rabid's opponent if Rabid can defeat Warick on pay per view.
Freddy Whoa: Careful, Zach, if you keep disagreeing with the Sidster like that, he might label you as a Nazi.
Sidney J. Warwick: I didn't get to be a dual champion in this company by just sitting back and letting things like this happen unanswered, no siree bob. So that's why I'm here to offer my services to Chris Cardell as his "coach" for the evening! That's right, Mr. Cardell, I know that you're used to taking direction from some great strategic minds during your time in the NCAA, but now you've got the best backer yet, and tonight you will become the NEW Television Champion, mark my words! Ring the bell!
Sidney begins walking down to the ringside area and obnoxiously blowing on his whistle as the bell rings. Chris Cardell, who is incredulously looking down on this scene from the ring, can be seen mouthing the phrase "What the hell?" Suddenly and without warning, John Rabid catches a distracted Cardell from behind and rolls him up.
Freddy Whoa: Chris Cardell kicks out at the last second!
Zach Davis: John Rabid almost took a page out of Sidney Warwick's book there, sneaking in from behind with the cradle!
Before Cardell can get back up to his feet, Rabid begins putting the boots to him, stomping him primarily in the small of his back. Meanwhile, Warwick has reached ringside, where he alternately blows on his whistle and slaps the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Sidney's plan appears to have backfired early on, because Chris Cardell is now in a bit of a perilous position, as you never want a man like John Rabid to maintain a vertical base over you.
Zach Davis: I'm not even sure that I know what Sidney's plan is.
Freddy Whoa: Clearly he thinks that, if Rabid loses the TV Title to Cardell tonight, the Warwick/Rabid match at Revenge will be off the books!
John Rabid transitions from stomping on Cardell's back to stomping on his left arm. After a few boots to that limb, he drops down to the mat and presses the entirety of his body weight down across the shoulders of Chris Cardell while applying a rear chinlock.
Freddy Whoa: That move is not flashy; it is not crowd pleasing, but it is time-tested, and it is effective.
While Chris Cardell looks for a way out of the chinlock, SJW pops up on to the ring apron and begins clapping his hands over his head while attempting to lead the crowd in a "Let's go Chris! Let's go Chris!" chant.
Zach Davis: Imagine trying to escape a hold being applied by a master professional wrestler while also having to hear this doofus chant your name.
Undistracted by the shenanigans on the ring apron, John Rabid effortlessly and seamlessly floats over and transitions the rear chinlock into an attempt at a cross arm-breaker.
Zach Davis: With those stomps to Cardell's arm just a few minutes ago, this hold could lead to a very quick championship defense for the Ripper!
Freddy Whoa: Cardell is managing to block the hold a bit, though, as he's clasped his hands together and is using every ounce of his grip strength to try to keep things that way.
Using his weight and strength advantage, the former NCAA star manages to roll things over so that, while John Rabid is still attempting to apply the cross arm-breaker, his shoulders are pinned to the mat.
Zach Davis: No! John Rabid has the presence of mind to shift his weight so that his right shoulder came up off the mat just before the count of three!
Freddy Whoa: He's still holding on and fighting for that cross arm-breaker, though!
With Rabid still hanging on to his arm, Cardell somehow manages to maneuver things so that he is standing flat on the top of his feet. Then, in an impressive display of power, Cardell uses his right arm to reach behind Rabid's back and lift him up high into the air as the Television Champion continues to hold on to the left arm.
Freddy Whoa: Shades of Bob Backlund there, as Chris Cardell has essentially deadlifted John Rabid while Rabid was attempting to go for the armbar!
Cardell runs forward as best he can while supporting his opponent's weight, eventually dislodging Rabid and launching across the ring in such a way that Rabid flops back-first into the turnbuckles.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Almost a modified version of a buckle bomb there, as the rookie sensation Cardell manages to free himself from the clutches of one of the WCF's most dominant champions!
Sidney Warwick slaps the mat while yelling, "Yes, I knew you could do it!" at the top of his lungs. Chris Cardell briefly sneers at him, confused and perturbed.
Zach Davis: Cardell now grabs Rabid as he is slumped in the corner . . . big hiptoss by Chris!
Freddy Whoa: And a second one!
Zach Davis: Rabid is somewhat groggily getting up to his feet now . . . and he's met with a Superman punch out of nowhere by Chris Cardell! The champion is rocked!
Perhaps working on sheer instinct, the prone John Rabid rolls out of the ring to the arena floor for a breather, momentarily forgetting about the presence of his rival.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like SJW is yelling something at Chris Cardell now . . .
Sidney J. Warwick: You keep the ref's attention!
Chris Cardell does nothing.
Sidney J. Warwick: Come on, you take the ref!
Zach Davis: Warwick is trying to get Cardell to create a distraction so that he can do god only knows what to John Rabid on the outside, but Cardell won't do it!
Somewhat frustrated, Warwick begins going after John Rabid anyway, but, before he can do anything to interfere in the match, Chris Cardell takes the Alpha Champion off of his feet with a baseball slide dropkick.
Freddy Whoa: Thanks for playing, Sidney, but I think Chris Cardell just told you want he really thinks of you!
Zach Davis: With both men out of the ring, the referee has begun his ten count.
Now on the floor himself, Cardell immediately turns his attention to his actual opponent, grabbing Rabid by the hair as though preparing to throw him back into the ring. However, before he can do so, Rabid reaches up, grabs the top of Cardell's head, and slams him jaw-first down across the ring apron.
Zach Davis: Oh, I hope the WCF wrestlers' union hasn't traded their dental plan away for a keg of beer!
Freddy Whoa: Lisa needs braces!
Rabid rolls Chris Cardell back into the ring and tries to climb in himself, but SJW, still laying on the mat from the baseball slide, grabs one of Rabid's ankle's and begins holding on to him.
Zach Davis: The TV Champion boots Sidney Warwick in the gut with his free leg!
Freddy Whoa: And John Rabid quickly snaps back into the ring, just beating the referee's ten count! Warwick came very close to costing him this match, though not necessarily the championship.
Zach Davis: That momentary distraction also gave Chris Cardell an opportunity to get back up to his feet, and it looks like he and Rabid are going to meet each other on a relatively even playing field.
Champion and challenger both have the same idea at the same time and charge forward, hitting each other with forearms to the jaw at the exact same moment. The two men both rock back momentarily before charging forward and doing the exact same thing again. The two men bull forward at each other again, but this time . . .
Freddy Whoa: Rabid ducks the forearm by Cardell!
Zach Davis: Rabid turns around . . . BIG DISCUS CLOTHESLINE BY THE CHAMPION! And down into the pin!
Freddy Whoa: SIDNEY WARWICK JUST PULLED THE REFEREE OUT OF THE RING! He saved the match for Cardell!
Zach Davis: John Rabid looks none too thrilled by this, and he hits the ropes . . .
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!
Zach Davis: John Rabid just attempted to take the Alpha Champion out with a tope con hilo, but Sidney grabbed the referee and used him as a human shield! Our Television Champion and our official are tangled in a heap on the arena floor!
Freddy Whoa: And Warwick immediately rolls Rabid back into the ring with a waiting Chris Cardell . . .
Zach Davis: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB BY THE CHALLENGER!
Freddy Whoa: But there's no referee!
Knowing better than to go for the cover when there's no possible way for him to win, Chris Cardell immediately lifts John Rabid off of the mat and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle, following him in with a big running avalanche.
Zach Davis: Wait a second, Sidney Warwick just pulled off the referee's shirt and is putting it on himself! He's getting into the ring!
Freddy Whoa: Is that even legal? I mean the shirt is at least two sizes too small!
Zach Davis: Meanwhile, Chris Cardell has just lifted John Rabid up by the throat . . . CHOKE BOMB!
Freddy Whoa: Cardell goes in for the cover! We may have a new champion!
Zach Davis: How could we have a new champion without a legitimate referee?!
Sidney J. Warwick drops down and administers a lightning fast count.
Freddy Whoa: Wait a second, Chris Cardell pulled off of John Rabid before Warwick could make the three count!
Zach Davis: He's an honest man! He doesn't want to win like that!
Freddy Whoa: Oh, like this match hasn't already been tainted enough?
Zach Davis: Now SJW is yelling at Cardell, telling him that he needs to get back down there and go for the cover again, but Cardell is refusing!
Freddy Whoa: Warwick is also blowing that damn whistle in his face. He'd better be careful, or that thing is going to be shoved into one or more of his orifices.
Zach Davis: Wait a second, while Warwick and Cardell are arguing, John Rabid is slowly getting back up to his feet . . .
Freddy Whoa: German suplex by the Ripper!
Zach Davis: And he's holding on, attempting to roll through for a second . . .
Freddy Whoa: But Sidney just grabbed Chris Cardell's arms, and he's pulled him out of John Rabid's clutches!
Zach Davis: Rabid charges in at his opponent . . . HIGH ANGLE KICK TO THE CHAMP'S TEMPLE BY CARDELL!
Freddy Whoa: And here comes a replacement, non-Sidney Warwick referee!
Sidney J. Warick: This is your chance, go for the big one!
Chris Cardell ignores SJW but isn't going to give up on the opportunity to win the Television Championship. He hercs up Rabid and sits him on the top turnbuckle, from there maneuvering things so that the champion is sitting on his shoulders in an electric chair position.
Zach Davis: I've heard about this move! If Cardell hits it, John Rabid's championship reign could be in more trouble than we've seen it in for a very long time!
Cardell drops Rabid off of his shoulders into a backpack stunner.
Freddy Whoa: THE AFFLICTION!!!!!
Zach Davis: Chris Cardell goes in for the cover, and he hooks the leg!
Freddy Whoa: John Rabid kicks out, but barely!
Zach Davis: Chris Cardell looks a little bit flustered, but he's been in high stress situations during his collegiate career, so he's not going to let this completely throw him off track.
Cardell stays on top of his opponent, hitting a couple of big clubbing forearms to the upper back and then putting Rabid up into a modified fireman's carry position.
Zach Davis: This could be his finish, the Flatline!
Before Cardell can attempt the side Death Valley driver that he normally uses to put opponents away, John Rabid begins elbowing him in the head. Eventually, the force of the elbows causes him to fall to one knee with Rabid still on his shoulders.
Deftly and expertly, the Television Champion shifts his weight in such a way that Cardell is manipulated down to the mat on his back and Rabid is executing the submission hold known in most circles as the Anaconda Vice.
Freddy Whoa: There it is, the Bite! The maneuver popularized by Hiroyoshi Tenzan but perfected by John Rabid!
Zach Davis: The referee is checking with Chris Cardell to see if he wants to submit, but Cardell's amateur background means that he is used to being down on the mat and having to come back from a seemingly unwinnable situation, so I don't think we'll see him give up so easily.
Using his powerful legs, Cardell manages to scoot forward towards the ring ropes while Rabid is still on top of him. He reaches out towards the bottom rope with his free hand, hoping to secure a rope break, but he can't quite get there.
Zach Davis: Wait a second, Sidney Warwick is pushing the bottom rope in towards Cardell!
Freddy Whoa: And Cardell grabs it! The referee is forcing John Rabid to break up the hold!
Zach Davis: Did Chris Cardell just flip-flop and start accepting help from SJW?
Freddy Whoa: Honestly, he was on his back in the Anaconda Vice, so I don't know if he could even see what Warwick was doing.
John Rabid, having let go of the submission hold, now grabs his opponent's legs and pulls him back to the center of the ring. He attempts to apply the Anaconda Vice again, but, this time, Cardell sees it coming and puts his amateur skills to use, sliding away from the hold and shifting his opponent into a pinning position that almost looks like a backslide.
Zach Davis: John Rabid kicks out again!
Freddy Whoa: Looking at it on paper, who would have thought that this match would be half as competitive as it's turned out to be?!
Zach Davis: And you can't just blame that on SJW. Chris Cardell is actually bringing it in his own right, too.
Rabid and Cardell, both somewhat worse for wear since the beginning of their match, simultaneously get back up to their feet and take a moment to stare at each other from across the ring. Both men run at each other and simultaneously attempt to throw dropkicks, both missing and collapsing in the center of the ring. They then both get up to their knees and begin trading forearm smashes to each other's faces while kneeling at center ring.
Freddy Whoa: Both men are looking for whatever competitive advantage they can get at this point. They're really going at it tooth and nail!
Out of nowhere, Sidney Warwick's replica World Title belt flies into the ring over the top rope and lands next to Chris Cardell. Distracted, Rabid and Cardell stop clubbing each other and stare at the belt.
Zach Davis: Warwick is trying to turn the advantage in Chris Cardell's favor once again, but Cardell is not picking the belt up!
Freddy Whoa: Maybe he's refusing because this is all going on in plain sight of the referee and would no doubt result in an immediate disqualification if he tried to do anything.
Zach Davis: You have to think that our officials have been cutting Cardell some slack in terms of not DQing him for Sidney's antics up to this point, because they realize that the two aren't actually in cahoots.
The official picks up the replica belt and walks it over to the ring apron, where he looks to hand it over to the ring attendant. However, while he is doing so, Warwick throws the Alpha Championship belt into the ring next to Cardell.
Freddy Whoa: Now Warwick is up on the ring apron, distracting the referee! I don't care that much about the cheating, but can we at least get him to stop blowing on that damned whistle so much?!
Zach Davis: Wait a second; Cardell is actually picking up the Alpha belt! Is he giving in to the pressure and taking the low road against the Television Champion?!
Rather than going after John Rabid, Chris Cardell takes the championship belt, runs forward, and smashes it directly into the face of one Sidney J. Warwick, sending him flying off of the ring apron.
Freddy Whoa: That's one way to get rid of a distraction!
Zach Davis: But John Rabid has grabbed Chris Cardell from behind!
Freddy Whoa: RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX!
Cardell manages to halfway roll through the maneuver but has still struck his head. He rolls back on to his knees but is apparently quite groggy as John Rabid pounces in for the kill.
Zach Davis: Rabid is lifting him up . . .
In the middle of the ring, despite Cardell's size advantage, the TV Champion manages to lift him and drop him with a picture-perfect version of the Styles Clash.
Freddy Whoa: CLASH OF KINGS! Rabid rolls him into the cover!
Zach Davis: The legendary Reign of the Ripper continues!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and STILL WCF Television Champion, JOHN RABID!!!!!!!!
A group of officials immediately hit the ring to tend to both Chris Cardell and John Rabid, who are both looking somewhat battle worn after an intense match. Of the two men, Rabid manages to show some signs of life first, as he assumes a crouching posture in the corner. After a few more moments, two trainers have determined that there is nothing particularly wrong with Chris Cardell and help him back up to his feet. Cardell, being propped up by the two men, starts to hobble over to John Rabid.
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh. You've got to hope that our collegiate golden boy isn't going to turn out to be a poor loser.
Chris Cardell extends a hand to John Rabid.
Zach Davis: And John Rabid accepts the handshake from Chris Cardell as the crowd goes nuts! Who would have thought that, just a few weeks ago, we would have seen something like this from Rabid?
Freddy Whoa: Hold on a second, it's Warwick!
Enraged, Sidney J. Warwick hits the ring and starts to head after John Rabid. However, before he can get there, somebody intervenes . . .
Zach Davis: Old school amateur double leg takedown by Chris Cardell on Sidney Warwick!
Freddy Whoa: And Cardell rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, yelling to Rabid, "He's all yours!"
Warwick, still groggy from the earlier belt shot and no worse for wear after being double legged, initially can only get to his hands and knees but eventually pushes himself back up to his feet. All the while, John Rabid stands behind him, stalking his rival like a big cat getting ready to pounce on a gazelle.
Zach Davis: Sidney is back up to his feet . . .
Freddy Whoa: AND HE WALKS RIGHT INTO A KINGDOM DESTROYER FROM JOHN RABID!
With Sidney J. Warwick laid out in the middle of the ring, John Rabid reaches down, rips the whistle off of his neck, and shoves it down the back of Warwick's throat.
Freddy Whoa: FINALLY! Thank you John Rabid!
Zach Davis: That's two weeks in a row that the Television Champion has left the Alpha Champion - and self-proclaimed World Champion - embarrassed and beaten. You have to wonder what this means for the match between the two coming up in just seven days at Revenge!
Kyle Kemp/Mikey eXtreme/Bishop vs Bale Pascal/Taylor Wright/Gravedigger
"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.
The lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head titled back as he looks to the ceiling. Vidalia and Freakshow flank him as they make their way ringside.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring being accompanied by Vidalia and Freakshow, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 225 lbs, Mikey eXtreme!
Mikey ignores the fans trying to reach out to touch him. He throws the kendo stick into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, crawling to the corner where he sits laughing and rocking back and forth. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Mikey's opponent(s) as Vidalia whispers some kind of plan into Mikey's ear.
The lights goes and the sound of drum banging and a spot light follows Bishop to the ring.
“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.
The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and Gravedigger emerges from the back with a pair of MS-13 bikers in tow. He throws his arms out and yells out with a look of rage on his face. The crowd drowns the Legend in boos and his face quickly turns into a smirk as he looks out at the crowd before finally focusing in on the ring.
Gravedigger starts slowly walking down the ring, the air still thick with boos as the smirk is etched on his hardened face. As the trio reaches the ringside area, the two bikers walk off to one side as Gravedigger jogs up the nearby ring steps. He steps in between the top and middle rope and bounces into the ring. He walks around the ring looking out at the crowd before finally stopping at one of the turnbuckles. He stands on the middle pad and smirks out at the crowd as they continue to rain boos down upon him.
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.
Zach Davis: A match full of WCF legends and/or soon to be legends, and here we go!
Kyle Kemp starts the match for his team, and Gravedigger for his. The two tie up, but Gravedigger immediately overpowers the smaller man, pushing him into a neutral corner. The ref calls for a clean break. Gravedigger obliges, but in his overconfidence he misses Kemp rushing him and hitting a Dropkick! Gravedigger flies across the ring and quickly gets up, but Kemp is on him with a second Dropkick. Gravedigger slumps into the corner and Kemp runs at him one more time, he goes for a Splash but Gravedigger catches him. Gravedigger executes a Belly to Belly into the corner!
Freddy Whoa: OUCH!
Kemp rolls out of the ring, and thanks to WCF lucha rules, this allows Mikey eXtreme to enter the match as the legal man. He runs at Gravedigger and hits a Clothesline to the back of his head. Gravedigger goes down and Mikey lifts him back up before kicking him in the gut, doubling him over, and hooking him for a DDT.
Zach Davis: No!, Gravedigger reverses it with a beautiful Release Northern Lights Suplex!
Mikey eXtreme stumbles to his feet and Gravedigger measures him up, runs at him and takes him down with a Grave Marker!
Freddy Whoa: He hits it!
Gravedigger goes for the pin.
No!, kickout from Mikey.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger, our new People's Champion, has been very dominant thus far!
Gravedigger turns and tags in Bale Pascal. The former People's Champion gets into the ring and runs at Mikey.
Freddy Whoa: Roaring Elbow!
No!, Mikey ducks away from it. He snaps off a quick Shining Wizard before tagging Kyle Kemp back into the match.
Zach Davis: Bishop pacing at his corner, just wanting to get his hands on someone.
Freddy Whoa: I bet Mikey and Kyle don't trust him. He's unpredictable.
Kemp hits Pascal with a few strikes before throwing him to the ropes and executing a Spinebuster on the way back! Kemp with the pin.
Shoulder up by Pascal. Kemp immediately lifts Pascal up and shoves him into a neutral corner before hitting a knife edge chop.
Kemp throws Bale across the ring. Bale hits the opposite turnbuckle hard and stumbles out from the corner, Kemp runs at him and hits a Running Neckbreaker. He goes for another pin.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp firmly in control now!
Kemp is looking to end this now, he lifts Bale up for the Stun Gun. Bale is able to shift his weight, however, and land behind Kemp.
Freddy Whoa: CHICKENWING CROSSFACE!
Kemp has it scouted and immediately rams himself backwards into his team's corner. Bishop hits Pascal with a vicious punch right to the head which immediately breaks up the hold. Bishop tags himself in. Pascal was able to roll away and tag in Taylor Wright.
Zach Davis: Two fresh men, here we go!
Mr. Wright Springboards into the ring, going for his Soulcatcher perhaps?, but whatever it is, Bishop is able to catch him and turn it into a Powerbomb. Bishop goes for the pin now.
No, kickout. Bishop lifts him up again and throws him to the ropes, but he again Springboards, this time hitting a Flying Headscissors! Bishop stumbles to his feet and Taylor Wright is able to hit him with a Dropkick. Bishop stumbles back, and Wright hits another Dropkick. He stumbles back again, Wright runs at him, Springboards, and executes a Flying DDT!
Freddy Whoa: No matter how big you are, having your head spiked to the mat is gonna do some damage!
Wright pins Bishop!
No!, kickout from Bishop.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger is saying he wants a piece of Bishop... and Wright is obliging, making the tag!
The two men meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading blows, vicious rights and lefts! Neither giving an inch!
Freddy Whoa: Besides Corey Black, these two men are the longest running members of the WCF roster. They terrorized the company as the Dark Side, and now they've become rivals, with the People's Championship hanging in the balance!
Gravedigger gains the upper hand and sends Bishop into the ropes, Bishop comes back and Gravedigger goes for a Grave Marker, but no, Bishop has it scouted and ducks it, keeps running; as the two men collide again Bishop drops Gravedigger with a Big Boot!
Zach Davis: GIANT BOOT TO THE FACE!
Gravedigger rolls out of the ring. Before anyone else can enter, Bishop goes right after him, rolling out. He picks Gravedigger up and throws him headfirst into the turnbuckle post. He then grabs the People's Title and blasts Gravedigger in the face with it!
Freddy Whoa: Hello, referee? Where are you?
The ref was distracted as Kemp, Mikey, Bale, and Wright have all entered the match and begun brawling with one another!
Zach Davis: Kemp and Mikey are competing in the first ever Omega Title match in one week's time, they've gotta be careful!
Freddy Whoa: Forget them, Gravedigger better be careful, he better get out of this. Look what Bishop has in mind...
Bishop lifts Gravedigger up and Powerbombs him through an announce table! Then keeps it hooked and hits another!
Zach Davis: LAST SERMON! OH MY GOD!
The other four men have cleared the ring and Bishop rolls Gravedigger back in and goes for the pin, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: WHAT AN UPSET! BISHOP DEFEATS GRAVEDIGGER!
Bishop stands up before leaving the ring and grabbing Gravedigger's People's Title. He stands over the Epitome of Hardcore, yelling that at Revenge he's taking the belt and cementing himself as the best member of the Dark Side to ever step foot in the WCF ring.
Sidney J. Warwick Segment
We are backstage at the Wesbanco Arena, specifically in the locker room. A man bursts through the entrance door. It is Sidney J. Warwick. He looks like an absolute mess. He still has a pilfered referee's shirt pulled halfway over the "COACH" sweatshirt that he was wearing earlier in the evening, though his trucker cap is long gone and his hair is disheveled. The right side of his face is swollen from Chris Cardell cracking him with the Alpha Championship belt. His breathing is extremely labored, almost to the point of a persistent wheeze. Seconds after he enters the room he collapses on a bench. He takes several more apparently painful breaths as he leans there.
After a few seconds, the body of a man wearing a sharp two-piece suit walks into frame and stands next to Sidney. Initially his head is just out of frame, but the camera eventually pulls back to reveal him as none other than Sean Spicer, former White House press secretary who has been serving as Sidney's director of communications since Ultimate Showdown.
Spicer: I saw how things went for you out there, champ. Pathetic.
Sidney: Oh, thanks. wheeze Not only do I have wheeze Cardell and Rabid wheeze double-teaming me wheeze and not only did I require wheeze medical attention to dislodge that whistle from my wheeze windpipe, but when I come back here to wheeze seek some sanctuary, I find myself wheeze berated by you, the guy who is wheeze supposed to be working for me!
Spicer: Cry me a river. Like I've been telling you from the beginning of our relationship, you need to toughen up. You need to grow a pair.
Sidney J. Warwick: That type of wheeze language wheeze unnecessarily and harmfully wheeze ties toughness to masculinity when wheeze women and non-binary individuals are wheeze just as capable of wheeze . . .
Spicer: I don't care what they're capable of! Look at me! I come from a team of winners! Do you think that our administration got to where they did by giving a crap about hurting anybody's feelings? Do you think that I backed down when the White House press corps challenged me with their fake news? Do you think that I'm sitting back and taking it as Anthony Scaramucci steals my idea of being the first high level government official to begin a professional wrestling career? Hell no! I'm going after him, just like I've gone after people my whole career!
The reason that you've gotten your ass handed to you every night since Ultimate Showdown - unless you're in the ring with scrubs like Jim Brantelli - is because you need to take things more seriously! You need a harder edge! You need to . . . do you remember the idea that we were discussing the other night?
Sidney J. Warwick: Yes, I wheeze do, but that wheeze is too wheeze extreme . . .
Spicer: Listen to yourself! You sound like a dying asthmatic weasel! Forget about winning your match with John Rabid, if you want to SURVIVE your match with a maniac like John Rabid, you need to pull the trigger on this!
Sidney sits contemplatively for a few moments.
Spicer: What are you, an indecisive little girl?
Momentarily forgetting about his injuries, Sidney bolts up from the bench, grabs Spicer by the throat, and shoves him back into a series of lockers.
Sidney J. Warwick: I am not wheeze a little girl.
Spicer: Then it's settled. We're doing it. Here you go.
With Sidney loosening his grip on Spicer somewhat, the former government official reaches into the inside pocket of his suit coat and produces a wooden box, stained a deep reddish brown. It is narrow and about six inches in length.
Sidney takes the box from Spicer, sliding off its lid and removing from it a handheld object. After slightly manipulating the object in his hand, it unfolds, revealing it to be an old fashioned straight razor of the sort that a man might have shaved with in the nineteenth century.
Sidney stares into the razor's blade for a bit, and the camera catches a perfect reflection of his face on the metal. He breaks out into an uncharacteristically sadistic smile.
Sidney J. Warwick: Yes, we're doing it. In seven days, we're getting . . . Revenge.
On that note, the scene fades to black.
David Sanchez/Steven Singh vs Andre Aquarius/Teo del Sol
U Mad by Vic Mensa hits the arena as a video of a man's shadow bouncing back and forth with his arms to his sides goes along to the sound of blaring brass. As the beat drops, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, continuing to hype himself up to a chorus of boos.
Blinking lights go along with the beat and Andre makes his way down the entrance ramp, pounding a fist against his chest. He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, mouthing the words to the song before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as he waits for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: And it is time for our main event, but guys, there’s 2 people missing in action!
Zach Davis: That’s putting it mildly! Singh tried to take the night off, but he’s riding around in a limousine driven by the last person he’d want!
Freddy Whoa: And what about David Sanchez? He’s been left essentially on his own! Is this the kind of teamwork that Everest wants to show the WCF Galaxy?
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the screen does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches...
The song plays on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears center stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing…but something is a bit off. Rather than his usual ring gear, Sanchez is dressed in a silk shirt and slacks, and walking towards the ring with a microphone.
Freddy Whoa: Wait a minute, I thought that maybe we’d have a singles match, but it looks like Sanchez isn’t even planning on competing!
The audience boos the former United States champion, who simply sneers with contempt as he rolls under the ropes.
David Sanchez: Go on, boo me. Like I give a shit.
David turns towards Andre Aquarius, who is leaning on the turnbuckle with a suspicious look in his eye.
David Sanchez: Listen up, High times. As much fun as it would be to beat your skinny ass until you can’t remember which cardboard box you live in, that would be giving the people something that they want to see. And frankly, I’m not in the mood. So go ahead and turn around, walk back up that ramp, and let the adults deal with this situation.
Aquarius seems to consider Sanchez’s comment, but throws up his hands in mock defeat, turning back and rolling under the ropes.
David Sanchez: Smart boy. Now then, as I was saying… Our…esteemed world champion…saw fit to run off and leave me to do his dirty work. Seems he’s gone on to greener pastures. Now as fun as it would be to put another crack in Teddy’s skull, quite frankly I see no reason why I should fight his battles for him. Partner or not. Nor am I going to stoop to the level of this smoke-addled-
Sanchez is immediately cut off as Aquarius slams a steel chair across his back! Sanchez’s knees buckle and he falls forward, keeping his feet by using the middle rope. Aquarius raises the chair over his head again and sprints forward!
But Sanchez suddenly springs to life, throwing everything into a hard Yakuza Kick! The blow lands right into the steel chair, slamming it across Aquarius’s face! He crumples like he’s been shot with a cannonball as the chair falls with a clank. Sanchez’s eyes seem to almost glow with anger, and he mounts Aquarius, driving punch after punch into the limp wrestler’s face! With every blow Aquarius seems to shake a little less, and finally he goes completely limp, unconscious. Sanchez breathes heavily, looking at his now bloodied knuckles, then stands up, spitting onto the fallen Aquarius.
David Sanchez: Word of advice, if you’re going to come for the king, don’t miss.
Sanchez goes to pick up the chair, standing over Aquarius.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god, he’s going to end his career!
Zach Davis: Sanchez has a wild look about him! I can’t watch!
Sanchez raise the chair over his head, preparing to deliver what can only be described as the final blow!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god!
Suddenly a loud car horn rings throughout the arena! The WCF Galaxy looks around in confusion, and suddenly up at the ramp, where a very familiar limousine is pulling into the arena!
Zach Davis: That’s Stephen Singh’s limo!
David seems to consider his prey, but decides the new intruder is more important. Chair in hand, he purposefully rolls from the ring and begins a march up the ramp! With a thunderous rev of the engine, the limousine slams forward, crashing into the stage! The windows crack from the force of the collision, and the audience gasps at the carnage!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god!!
Zach Davis: Do you know how much that Limousine must have cost Stephen Singh??
Suddenly, one of the doors explodes open as Sanchez reaches it. A dazed Singh comes forward, his suit covered in broken glass and spilled champagne, blood running from a gash in his forehead. Sanchez tries to pick up the World Champion, but the audience’s attention is drawn to the now opening sun roof! From the top of the car emerges…
Zach Davis: Teo del Sol!!
Indeed, the former People’s champion lets out a triumphant Roar as the audience explodes with cheers! He holds the world championship belt high over his head, having recovered it from the wreckage. Sanchez reaches forward, trying to strike at Teo with the chair, but he can’t reach!
Singh tries to stumble away, but he’s still groggy from the crash! Sanchez barely has time to help the champion to his feet, but Teo looks at his two worst enemies, then looks up at the light, tracing a cross over his heart….
Freddy Whoa: What is he thinking??
Teo sprints across the top of the limousine, throwing caution to the wind with a flying swanton onto both men! The collision takes Sanchez and Singh off of their feet, driving them to the concrete below as they slam across the barriers!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Teo is wobbled from the impact, but adrenaline seems to be driving him as he forces his way up, rolling onto the ramp to grab Sanchez’s fallen microphone.
Teo del Sol: Stephen Singh! I don’t care what you do to me…but if you ever!
Teo del Sol: Eeeeeeevveeeer!! Try to rob these people of a main event like you did tonight, I am taking every last bit of pain out of your hide.
You see that crashed limousine? Did you feel it when we crashed into that stage? Do you see now what I will do to get that belt from you??
You can try to bar me Stephen! You can use all the lawyers and all the threats you want! I do not give a damn! One way or another, I am coming for you this Sunday! So you better cherish every moment with that world title, because if you try to run from me again, you will be praying for another car crash!
Sanchez helps Singh to his feet, as Teo slams the microphone down and his music plays triumphantly. The last shot as Slam goes off the air is of Stephen desperately clutching the world championship.