the Wesbanco Arena in Wheeling, West Virginia
Sweeping crane shot over the Bank of America Arena in Seattle, Washington greets us as ten thousand screaming campus fans raise the roof off the tight, compact building while a dapper Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring, about to announce a very special guest.
Kyle Steel: Introducing at this time...The Excellence of Elocution....The Shakespeare of Shoot...The Sure Thing....
The menacing beat of the Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain fills the arena, golden pyros form 5 ft high fountains across the stage, and "Superstar" Stephen Singh steps out with the WCF World Title strapped around his waist to an overwhelming chorus of boos. Stephen is flanked on either side by William the Behemoth and Ainsley Ivanovic, the two five hundred pound man mountains of Very Big Security!
Kyle Steel: And STILL your WCF World Heavyweight Champion.....THE SUPERSTAR STEPHEN SINGH!
Zach Davis: Singh might very well be WCF heavyweight champion, but not without controversy. One week ago at Revenge, The challenger, Teo Del Sol, was arrested before a definite conclusion to the match could be reached! A moment of wrestling infamy that was one of the most controversial finishes to a World title match WCF has seen in sixteen years!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! And you have to wonder if perhaps Stephen Singh was behind the arrest all along. It’s certainly not beyond the realms of possibility!
Zach Davis: Singh is a crook and a thief unrivaled. However, there may be one man out there who can match “Thievin' Stephen” pound for pound in the devious department, and that’s the new number one contender!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! We know John Rabid is here tonight, still riding high after his win over Sidney J. Warwick that secured him a number one contendership spot for the World Heavyweight Championship! But what of Teo Del Sol? And how does the Serpent fix into the mix?
Stephen has entered the ring. A stage hand hands Singh his microphone as Very Big Security patrol menacingly on the outside, William and Ainsley are both dressed in neat suits, complete with shades and earpieces that they fidget with constantly.
Stephen Singh: It’s been one whole week since the travesty of WCF: Revenge. One whole week for me, Stephen Singh to contemplate and dissect the embarrassment that Teo Del Sol has harboured mercilessly upon this company.
Stephen Singh: Yes, you should boo, Teo! Very Good!
Zach Davis: I dont think thats what they meant, Freddy!
Stephen Singh: Teo Del Sol is a dangerous criminal who’s been off the deep end for years now. He might have been the King of all media once, but the days of Teddy Blaze are long gone and forgotten. What we have now is a shell of a man, a desperate and dangerous soul trying to revive the shattered image of a once fondly remembered and noble hero. Now, simply just another sad case of a Wrestling icon that can’t let go of the business, a business that has lapped him many times over. Teo gave it his all last Sunday night. Teo unleashed his Habanero High Dive and it got him nowhere. He locked in his Habanero Headlock, and it got him nowhere. That, my Faithful Stevenites, THAT is why he did what he did. He was floundering, losing ground, befuddled as his most reliable weapons failed him while I was confident and in control...
Zach Davis: Didn’t look like it to me.
Stephen Singh: So how did the great Teo del Slow save face since he couldn't hide behind a mask this time? How did he avoid the bald-faced embarassment of his own World Title flop? HE CALLED THE COPS!
Zach Davis: What crap!
Stephen Singh: Yes, I know! It’s all very distressing! Please, continue to boo this man!
Zach Davis: They’re booing you, you fraud!!
Stephen Singh: Teo deserves your indignation, he deserves your harassment and your scorn. What he doesn't deserve is another shot at YOUR WCF World Champion. It's so obvious now: he had informed the hard-working local police force that upon the predictable and unavoidable failure of his civilian-grade arsenal, they were to move in and remove him from the mortifying situation he'd put himself in. It's plain as the hook nose on John Rabid's face! Without a mask to hide his shame, Teo has opted to ride out that self-imposed sentence; if he weren't wallowing in his own dishonor and deficiency, he'd be here tonight!
Stephen Singh: And as for John Rabid? That’s just a lateral move, we’re replacing one low-minded criminal for another and personally--
“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, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman that seems strangely familiar. The cameraman follows Rabid as John’s name appears on a Slam graphic before reaching the foot of the ring and promptly facing a one ton roadblock of Very Big Security.
Stephen Singh: John! How good to see you...isolated and quarantined for the public safety!
John Rabid: Or, we flip the script and you’re the one who’s behind bars. Trapped and alone. No Everest to protect you this time, just Earthquake and Typhoon here. And for all their weight? They make a very poor second to Everest, Stephen. Seems to me you traded strength for loyalty. That’s one hell of a risk, Singh. And I don’t see it paying off.
Stephen Singh: And you? You traded #beachkrew for....nothing? For a smattering of cheers from these inbred imbeciles? You honestly think you can circumvent one ton of immovable object? I have the floor, John. And the title. And without your precious #beachkrew to back you, you’ll never get closer than this to the world heavyweight title. It will always elude you. Because unlike you, John. I’m a world builder. Very Big Security here? It’s just the beginning. Just the first step for a new Golden era, an era of--
John Rabid: Oh for once, you prat. Shut your fucking trap!
Crowd: Rabid! Rabid! Rabid!
John Rabid: Four weeks time at WAR, that world heavyweight title will be on the line. And it will be just me, and you. No interruptions. No wildcards or Police arrests. Me versus you. And the last time that happened? This title of mine...
Rabid raises his Television title to a huge pop that distracts Singh. That mysterious Cameraman with his back to us begins to sneak past Very Big Security on his way to the ring as Rabid continues to speak.
John Rabid: ..It stayed around my waist. Next time we face, it won't be a tag match with a masked goofball under my feet or a faction stitch up to boost your fragile ego. It will be an actual championship match. Just like the first time we met. I overran you then, this time at WAR? I’ll do it again. Only now, It’ll be for the World Heavyweight Title. And I promise you this, “Stephen”. Your sun will set. And this serpent will rise. Good Day….BITCH!
Mic drop by Rabid as the mysterious cameraman now stands behind Singh. Stephen slowly feels a chill running down his spine. Rabid and Very Big Security seem puzzled as the cameraman takes off a baseball cap and glasses to reveal himself to be…
Zach Davis: My God, it’s Teo Del Sol!
Sol attacks Singh as V.B.S are slow (as always) to react. Rabid smirks as The Ripper disappears into the crowd, receiving a huge reaction from the masses as he does so, while Teo and Singh brawl! V.B.S lumber up the steps into the ring as Teo waves security goodbye and exists too into the crowd while William and Ainsley attend to their bloodied client.
Zach Davis: Rabid earned himself a World Title shot at Revenge and Teo certainly deserves a better shake than he got last week! How is The Thief going to escape TWO ravenous challengers?! Book this match already Seth!
Jim Brantelli vs Dawson Creek vs The Wolf vs Jukebox Rocker Rock Roll vs Chris Cardell vs Johnny Alpha
As we come back from commercial, the ring has filled with most of the WCF stars that will be competing in this match.
Zach Davis: Another classic WCF battle royal, coming right up!
"We Are" by American Nightmare (Give Up The Ghost) plays. 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.
The bell sounds and Jukebox Rocker Rock Roll runs at Jim Brantelli, who catches him and hits him with a Spinebuster. Jim Brantelli gets back to his feet and The Wolf runs at him, but he sidesteps him and throws him over the top!
Freddy Whoa: Wolf eliminated!
Jim Brantelli next runs at Johnny Alpha and hits a knee to his face, busting him open and sending him over the top. He keeps running and then hits Chris Cardell with the same move, another knee to the face, sending Cardell out too!
Zach Davis: Holy moly, The Hellraiser is.. well.. raising hell!
Jim Brantelli climbs to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: What does he have in mind?
Jukebox has stumbled up from the Spinebuster, Brantelli flies off the top and hits him with a Dropkick which sends him flying out of the ring!
Zach Davis: Only one man left.
Dawson Creek grapples Jim Brantelli from behind but Brantelli is able to reverse it and switch behind Dawson before hitting a Reverse DDT. Dawson stumbles up and Brantelli runs at him and Clotheslines him over the top!
Freddy Whoa: Battle Royal over, and Jim Brantelli wins it without even breaking a sweat!
Zach Davis: Very impressive showing here tonight from The Hellraiser!
Brantelli celebrates as we go to commercial.
Freddy Whoa: Another commercial!? But that match was only like five minutes long!
Jay Omega Segment
Outside the office set aside for WCF Owner Seth Lerch, the camera pauses as the boss’s shouting voice can be heard coming from within, loud enough that we can clearly make out the words.
Seth Lerch: I don’t give a shit what you think, asshole! I made you an offer than was more than generous, and you spit in my fucking face! You want a fucking handout? You’re lucky I don’t have security lay the boots to you in the back lot! Don’t start crying, you whiny little shit; this isn’t a daycare! Get the fuck out of my office, and don’t you dare come back until you grow a fucking spine!
A moment passes before Jay Omega enters the frame, staring at the door with a worried expression. Jay throws a quick glance at the camera and raises an eyebrow as he jerks a thumb toward the door. Another second later and the knob turns; the door pulls inward to reveal a sobbing ten year old blonde girl in a Girl Scouts uniform, dragging a wagon of boxed cookies behind her. Omega slips by the child, dropping $50 in her wagon and grabbing two boxes of Thin Mints as he does so, and enters Seth’s office.
Jay Omega: ‘Sup, Seth?
Startled, the owner jumps in his seat, then resumes his angry muttering at a slightly louder volume while fishing through his desk.
Seth Lerch: This is not my day. Wake up with a fucking hangover? No surprise there. Making sure the show runs smoothly is a nightmare, then this prissy little bitch tries to shortchange me on a cookie deal I’ve had with the local troupe for six years - who does she think she’s fucking with? - and now you’re here for… whatever the fuck it is you want. What DO you want, Omega?
Jay Omega: Seriously? Have you already forgotten what we talked about last week?
Seth stops rooting through his desk long enough to fix Omega with an annoyed, bloodshot glare.
Seth Lerch: I don’t even remember talking to you last week, so yeah, seriously, what do you want?
Jay facepalms, then flops into a seat opposite Seth’s desk, and opens one of the boxes held in his other hand.
Jay Omega: Fuck’s sake. Okay, to jog your memory, I’m here because I want to be in WAR--
Seth Lerch: No. The name Jay Omega doesn’t hold as much weight as it used to, and there’s--
Jay Omega: Dude, stop, we’ve been through this already. And not in some weird Ranchero-related time loop dealy, either.
Seth pulls a bottle of Bacardi 151 from within his desk, as well as a square glass tumbler. As Seth sets the items on the desk, his memory seems to click, and his face visibly lights up.
Seth Lerch: Right! You were going to sign a two year contract in exchange for a spot in War.
Omega arches an eyebrow as he pops an entire cookie into his mouth, and speaks while chewing.
Jay Omega: It wa’ fix monff, affole.
Seth Lerch: Can’t blame a guy for trying. So what’s your decision; are you going to take the deal? Of course you’re going to take the deal; you’re an idi-- a fighter. You’ll take the deal because you’re a fighter, and this is what you do.
The WCF Owner pulls a second glass from within his desk, and fills both glasses to half. Seth raises one to his nose in order to breathe in the aroma, then offers the second to Omega with a questioning look.
Jay Omega: Yeah, Seth; I’m in.
Lerch grins broadly as Jay takes the glass, then the two men clink their tumblers together and seal the deal with a drink.
Seth Lerch: I’ll have head office send over the paperwork first thing in the morning and we’ll make this official. In the meantime, you should stick around, enjoy the show. You’ll want to get a feel for the competition early, since your humiliation begins next week.
Jay Omega: My what now?
Seth chuckles darkly and takes a long swallow from his glass.
Seth Lerch: Your humiliation. You can’t just come and go as you please, I don’t give a damn how much money or talent you have. This is my house, and if you want in, you play by my rules. You seem to think you’re special, that you can do whatever the Hell you want. Well that’s not the way it goes. I need to make an example for the rest of the roster, and you’re about as perfect a candidate as there can be. Like it or not, you’re going to help me show these savages that not even a War winner is immune to repercussions.
Omega sits in silence for a moment, then takes a sip from his glass.
Jay Omega: Well shit. I’ve got to hand it to you, Seth, that was almost devious. If I didn’t know better, I’d think there was a shrewd businessman pickling in all that alcohol. Keep in mind that I haven’t signed shit yet, so this could still fall through.
Lerch's grin slips a little, and the WCF Owner freezes, suddenly looking like a deer in the headlights as he realizes he may have just sabotaged his own plan. Jay laughs once, then drains the rest of his glass and stands up.
Jay Omega: Chill, dude; I’m still gonna sign the contract, if only because it’ll be hilarious to watch this shit backfire on you. A bit of friendly advice for ya; you’d come off a lot more intimidating, if you were actually intimidating. This drunk, pudgy, Mickey Mouse-sounding thing you got going on doesn’t really rate very high on the scare-o-meter, ya dig?
Seth just scowls, then finishes off his glass of rum before pointing Omega toward the door. Jay smiles sweetly as he places a box of Thin Mints on Lerch's desk and crosses the room, pausing in the doorway to look back at Seth with another smile, this one fond.
Jay Omega: It’s good to be back, Boss.
Bishop/Damian Simmons vs Gravedigger/Matthew Drake
Zach Davis: Our next contest has four hungry competitors in a tag team match that may just lead one team onto the path of tag title glory!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! No match in the WCF is throwaway, Zac. If one of these teams gell and produce. Seth might just give them a shot at the gold and a chance at redeeming the straps!
Ten thousand fans stacked tight inside the Bank of America Arena explode as "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 snatches Freddy Whoa’s headset and growls into the microphone.
Gravedigger: Standing 6'6 and weighing in at 258lbs, he is your People’s champ and your undisputed WCF badass motherfucker! Bow your heads like you mean it for your all time king of smooth criminal style, Gravedigger!
Gravedigger throws the headset down and 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.
Zach Davis: Sorry about that folks, our former color commentator still thinks he carries a WCF green card!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
"Forever" by Drake starts playing as strobe lights of all colors and descriptions are flashing. Sudden darkness for a beat before pyros shoot from the stage down the ramp as Matthew Drake finally appears. He walks down the ramp with a very cocky swagger about him. The women cheer because he’s hot (he wrote this, not me) the guys boo (because he writes his own entrance cues) Mathew gets inside the ring (finally) and climbs the turnbuckle, holding his arms up in victory before the match even starts. Matthew thankfully skips down and walks to the middle of the ring, holding his arms out with his trademark smirk to the fans.
Zach Davis: A man who does not lack confidence, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: Or a tag partner with a mean streak, Drake and Digger together could be formidable tonight!
The lights go out. The fans begin to use their phone flashlights, illuminating the crowd with bright orbs of white light.
After a few seconds, a voiceover begins to play, the words also being written on the tron.
"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.
The tron goes black. Everything is quiet until the music bursts to life, filling the silence. The arena is flooded with red light.
Simmons steps out from behind the curtain, a white spotlight cutting through the red and shines on him. Raising his fists overhead, he lets the cheers roar out before beginning his walk to the ring. This time joined by his tag partner….Bishop!
Zach Davis: Simmons and Bishop appear to be on the same page tonight. Talk about unholy alliance!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Great tag name! Book it Seff!
Simmons points high into the crowd. His voice is picked up on the camera saying: "Your voice is is not useless!" Bishop just smirks and jumps onto the apron.
All four men take their respective corners now as referee Stanley Moser signals for the bell to be rung as this match is finally underway!
Bishop and Gravedigger are the legal men to start!
Zach Davis: Massive history between these two!
Freddy Whoa: Former friends, now anything but!
Collar and elbow as Bishop gains the early advantage, irish whips Gravedigger into the ropes, Gravedigger rebounds with a big boot attempt that’s dodged, Bishop high kicks Gravedigger’s calf and goes to work on the right leg, pummeling the limb as Digger crumples down onto the mat! Vicious elbow drops as Bishop is relentless with kicks to the side of Gravedigger’s head. Bishop tags in Simmons as the 7ft, 205lbs genetic freak snaps Gravedigger’s leg at an awkward angle before climbing up top and busting out a Simmons Star Press!
Zach Davis: Wow!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That’s a rare sight to see!
Zach Davis: Moser with the count!
Gravedigger, grabs his right leg and attempts to hobble over to his corner, Simmons seems content with allowing the obviously injured Gravedigger to depart as Bishop slaps the back of Simmons and enters the fray. Powerbomb on Gravedigger, followed by a figure four! Gravedigger is desperate now, struggling to reach the ropes as his pain is tremendous!
Crowd: Tap! Tap! Tap!
Gravedigger crawls towards the ropes and just makes purchase. Moser and Bishop argue as Digger uses the distraction to drag himself to his feet, shoving Bishop into Simmons, which catapults both to the outside!
Gravedigger tags in Drake who cannons forward and hits a tope con hilo that flattens both Bishop and Simmons! Gravedigger in the outside now as he mudhole stomps simmons. Count at four as Gravedigger irish whips Simmons into the barrier and follows that up with a SPEAR!
Crowd: Holyee shit! Holyee shit! Holyee shit!
Zach Davis: Digger is down! Simmons is down! Bishop and Drake are staggering to their feet as Moser is trying to ascertain who’s the legal men.
Moser, reluctant to stop the match, eventually points at Bishop and Drake to climb inside the ring. Bishop canons forward, but Drake leapfrogs the bigger man and hits a sling blade on the flipside! Rolling thunder by Drake before going for a cover.
Drake climbs the turnbuckle looking for a Phoenix Splash. Bishop looks hurt as Drake calls for it. He leaps as Bishop is up and counters the dive into a diamond cutter that wipes Drake out on the way down!
Mounted punches now by Bishop as he’s determined to open Drake up. Bishop hits a strong irish whip as Drake’s head bounces off his opponents turnbuckle with noticeable color streaming down his face. Bishop’s in control as he starts to lay in soup bowls into the ribs of Drake who begins to crumple. Bishop tags in Simmons who lift’s up Drake for a powerslam. Drake fighting for his life now as he bicycle kicks his way out of the hold and low blows Simmons behind Moser’s back! Simmons falls down to one knee as Drake dives into his corner and tags in Gravedigger.
Gravedigger dives forward and connects with a Grave Marker clothesline from hell!
Zach Davis: But did Digger connect with all of it? His right leg is still busted up!
Gravedigger goes for the cover
Simmons gets the shoulder up as Digger lifts him by his hair to his feet. Still under the effects of the low blow, Simmons is unable to wriggle out as Gravedigger places Simmons over his shoulder and drops into a sitting position causing Simmon’s head to impact on the mat!
Zach Davis: Death Diver! Death Diver! Death Diver! This one is over!
Kyle Steel: And your winners of this match. Gravedigger and Matthew Drake! The team known as “DrakeDigger”
Zach Davis: "DrakeDigger? Was that your call, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Ease up, just doing my job!
Zach Davis: It’ll never catch on. I'm just saying.
Immediately, Bishop rushes Gravedigger and starts pounding him on the mat, using his giant fists and driving them into Gravedigger's head. Bishop lifts Gravedigger up before running at him and Big Booting him out of the ring. The timekeeper rings the bell repeatedly as if Bishop didn't know the match was over or something. Bishop picks Gravedigger up and delivers a Last Sermon onto the ring steps!
Freddy Whoa: WHOAAA!
Gravedigger summons his inner unstoppable hoss and gets back to his feet and roars at Bishop!
Zach Davis: OH SHIT!
The two begin brawling on the outside! Gravedigger literally rips part of the guardrail away and slams it into Bishop's face. Gravedigger angrily lifts Bishop up, grabs the guardrail AND BENDS IT AROUND BISHOP'S BODY so he's wrapped in a metal gueardrail. Gravedigger slams Bishop's head into the turnbuckle before hitting a Grave Marker into the wrapped up Bishop!
Freddy Whoa: That inexplicably hurt Bishop more than it did Gravedigger!
Bishop powers up now, his hoss level is over 9000, he rips the guardrail away from his body like Hulk Hogan would tear off a t-shirt. They begin brawling again! Literally every security guard in the state rushes the arena and pulls the two men away from another. Each of them overpowers literally every security guard in the state and begin brawling again before the security guards get control and we go to commercial.
Ethan King Segment
‘Alone With All The World’ hits the PA, and without any wasted time, Ethan King comes storming out from the back with a microphone in hand, with the Hardcore Title slung over his shoulder.
Zach Davis: Ethan King isn’t scheduled until later on tonight. What’s he doing out here?
Freddy Whoa: He looks like he wants to get something off his chest.
Ethan enters into the ring, still not wearing his ring attire, but instead opting for a regular dress shirt and trousers. He glances to each side of the arena, at the masses of fans in attendance for tonight’s show. He scowls at them, before bringing the microphone up to his lips.
Ethan King: I am going to get straight to the point, and I am going to make it blatantly clear for all of you, in case you’re too fucking stupid to get it. I’m done. I’m through with not being afforded my rightful opportunity at the World Title, and I am done having to be a fucking one-stop shop for legends, pummeling them into oblivion, getting an easy win out of it, and then never being advanced up into my deserved position. It’s over, no longer will I be a mere ‘Legend Killer’ for the likes of Steve Orbit, Gravedigger, and Frank Patrick Venable.
The crowd immediately begin to jeer as the names of three fan favourites pop up in Ethan’s speech. He shrugs them off, smirking to himself.
Ethan King: They're all just examples of the numerous 'top dog’ that I’ve taken out time and time again. They're all just examples of people that I have pinned, and they're all people I hope I never have to waste my time facing again. Speaking of people I’ve pinned, let’s look at where some of them were on the card at Revenge.
Pulling out an imaginary list, Ethan begins to list out a few names.
Ethan King: Kyle Kemp. He was in the Omega Title match, a reward he earned for being beaten not once, not twice, but three times by my hand. Oh, and it appears as though Mikey eXtreme was in that match too… a guy I currently hold a 5-0 record against. It’s already terrible enough that these two guys were somehow placed in the co-main event of a fucking PPV, but do you want to know what’s worse?
The crowd begin to drown him out with their boos, but he patiently waits, standing in the centre of the ring as he taps his foot against the canvas. Eventually, the masses halt their jeers and insults, allowing the Hardcore Champion to speak once more.
Ethan King: Teo del Sol, a man who I personally pinned about a month ago. A man who I have outperformed ever since I arrived here in the WCF... while he’s done little but emerge with some small-time victories, and been nothing but a bit player in a league made only for superstars, I have been competing in main-events, I have been taking out top level competition, and I have been the showstopper for the WCF ever since I came back.
He pauses, before speaking again.
Ethan King: And that’s why I’m out here today. I’m standing here right now, and Seth… I want you out here right now. I’m not here to ask a question, I’m here to make a DEMAND. I have been waiting long enough, I have earned my spot in the main event, and I am now without a doubt THE best wrestler on the roster. So whether it be next week, or at WAR… I am demanding that I be given a match for the World Title. I don’t care who it ends up being against. It can be Stephen, or it can be a bum contender like Teo. I want my damn match, and you’re going to give it to me.
Zach Davis: Our Hardcore Champion has just come down and demanded for a World Title shot!
Freddy Whoa: You’ve got to aim high if you want to achieve here in the WCF, Zach. He’s been a US champion, tag champion, a trio champion, and now… a Hardcore Champion. You have to think eventually, for a guy with as big an ego as King, that enough is enough.
Zach Davis: It definitely seems so, judging by this outburst.
In surprisingly quick fashion, Seth appears at the top of the entrance ramp, with a quizzical expression over his face.
Seth: Who told you that you’re allowed to demand ANYTHING from me in MY company?
Usually, at the sound of Seth’s voice, the crowd would descend into a frenzy of boos. But clearly, they dislike Ethan’s attitude as much as they do Seth, and thus they remain silent.
Seth Lerch: Listen, it’s not my fault that out of the founding trio of Everest, YOU’RE the one that everybody would like to see the least in the main-event.
Zach Davis: If I was Seth, I’d be watching it right now. Who knows what Ethan could do after this?
Freddy Whoa: Why would he care? He’s the owner of the WCF, for gods’ sake.
Seth holds up a hand, signalling for the crowd to quiet down.
Seth Lerch: At least… that’s what I once thought. But you know what Ethan? You’ve done a lot over the last few months, and it has been impressive, to say the least. The big question however, is has it been enough to warrant you a World Title shot, without winning an actual match to compete for the belt?
Ethan mouths the word ‘yes’, as he walks up to the edge of the ring with a scowl over his face. Seth smirks at him.
Seth Lerch: No, it hasn’t.
The crowd give a mixed reaction – some of them wanting to see what the young man could do in a high stakes match such as one for the World Title, while the others cheer due to their dislike of the Everest member.
Seth Lerch: But, I’m going to give you a chance. You never shut up about how you’re one of the hardest workers here, and how week in and week out, YOU’RE the one bringing in the tickets… so how about we put that theory to the test?
The crowd begin to buzz a little.
Seth Lerch: You will be booked on the next two Slams.
Immediately, the crowd begin to boo. Ethan smirks at this, as he raises his microphone.
Ethan King:: That’s all, Seth? That’s all you got? You think something like that wil-
Seth Lerch: You didn’t let me finish. In these two Slams leading up to WAR, I will be booking you into two Singles Match. And the stakes are these: Win both matches you’re put into, and I’ll pencil you in as the final entrant in WAR, giving you the greatest odds of winning the match, and earning a shot for that World Title that you’re so desperate to get a chance at.
Ethan King nods, liking the sounds of this challenge.
Seth Lerch: But if you lose either match, you will be entering FIRST!
The crowd begin to cheer, much to the annoyance of Ethan King, who frowns as he hears this news.
Seth Lerch: And who knows? Maybe I'll make one of them a Hardcore Title defense.
Seth winks at Ethan, who glances at the Hardcore Championship slung over his shoulder.
Ethan King: Fuck it. You’re on, Seth. You’re going to regret giving me such an easy ride to the main-event of ONE.
Seth bows mockingly towards Ethan, before departing to the backstage area. Ethan shakes his head as he himself leaves the ring, walking up the ramp and disappearing to the back.
Zach Davis: What an interesting turn of events! Ethan for the next two weeks will be fighting in the hopes of becoming the final entrant in the WAR match!
Freddy Whoa: This is a huge opportunity for the Hardcore Champion, Zach. If he manages to take out the two men Seth throws at him, then he’ll be in the prime position to win the biggest match of the year.
Zach Davis: Easier said than done, Freddy.
The camera fades out to commercial.
Television Title Match
Luke Force vs John Rabid
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, it has a 20-minute television time limit!!! And it is for the WCF World Television Title!!!!!
The lights in the arena go out, a mock 7-11 logo that says “kickin ass 24-7” appears on the jumbo screen. A singular green tinted spotlight shines to Luke “The Irresistible” Force standing on the entrance ramp as smoke surrounds him. “Irresistible Force” by The Too Skinnee J’s begins to play. As the beat kicks into high gear, pyro explodes as Luke busts through the smoke and down the ramp. The spotlight follows Luke to ringside where Luke pauses and surveys the scene. He hops to the apron, with his back to the ropes and facing the crowd, Luke raises his arms in concert with the pyro. Luke enters the ring with the arena stilled blacked out except for the spotlight on Luke. He climbs to the second rope and raises his arms again and the house lights flash on as the ring pyro explodes. As Luke stretches his massive arms out and extends his chest as if he were going to beat on it, we see him in on his glory against the house lights. The house lights go out, and Luke heads to the middle of the ring still in the spotlight.
The Bank of America Center erupts in a chorus of boos. Luke stands in the middle of the ring and takes it all in. Luke is wearing a black t-shirt with kickin ass 24-7 logo on it. He has on an orange stocking cap and all black sunglasses. On the left side of his chest Luke has “fu” tattooed in black ink. Luke also has a series of small “fu”s tattooed around his right bicep. His boots and pants are black. His pants are standard track suit bottoms with three white stripes running down the side. On his boots, in lower case cursive is written “irresistible” on the left and “force” on the right. Luke wears a thin armband on his right bicep. Luke has his FUTV title (replica TV Title with FU spray painted on it) over his shoulder.
Luke is smiling at the fans and blowing obnoxious kisses to attractive women. The fans are truly disgusted. Kyle Steel must wait for the boos to subside before it makes sense for him to speak. The boos are just too loud. The hatred for Force runs deep with these knowledgeable wrestling fans.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger……
(Steel is quickly interrupted by Force who grabs his wrist and lowers the mic. Luke leans down and whispers in Steel’s ear. Steel gives Luke an incredulous look, which he quickly wipes off his face when he sees the look Luke gives him. Steel slowly raises the mic and speaks unconvincingly into the mic without taking his eyes off of Luke. Luke is now standing smugly, looking over the audience, listening for Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first…(Steels swallows)…the FU…(he stares at FORCE who either doesn’t care or notice) Television.. Champion..he is from Virginia Beach Virginia. Standing 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighing 255 pounds. He is Luke “The Irresistible” Force!
Again the boos are heavy, at least they seemed heavy until met with the thunderous ovation from the crowd upon the first notes of Death Break pulse through the Bank of America Center.
“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, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as John's name appears on a Slam graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's The Ripper hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the cheer's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and waving his hapless opponent on with a cocky smirk on his face.
Again Kyle Steel Must pause to allow the crowd to quiet. Luke has moved out of the ring and Kyle Steel Seems to be enjoying this quite a bit more than his time with Luke in the ring. Steel allows the cheering to go on for quite some time before he speaks.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from London England..he is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 102.5 kilograms. This is your WCF World Television Champion. Ladies and gentlemen!!! This..is..Johnny Rabid!!!!!!
This eruption is louder than the last. Although he acknowledged the fans’ last ovation, throughout this one, his eyes have been firmly planted on Luke, observing his every move. The two combatants meet in the middle of the ring, Luke, still with his FUTV title over his shoulder, and John Rabid with his WCF World Television around his waist.
Head referee Stanly Moser motions for JOHNNY RABID to give him the belt, RABID does so, again with his eyes never losing their focus on Luke. Luke takes the FUTV Title off of his shoulder and attempts to hand it to Moser. Moser gives Luke an unbelieving look, as if to say “what in the hell am I supposed to do with that?”. Luke glances at Kyle Steel who approaches Stanly Moser. It appears from the body language that Kyle Steel is suggesting that Stanley Moser raise the FUTV Title or the match may not get started.
Stanley Moser accepts the belt from Luke and without raising it, immediately and dismissively hands it off to Steel. Moser then raises the WCF World TV Title high. FORCE gives Steel a look and Steel raises the FUTV title as well. Moser just shakes his head.
Zach Davis: Folks, this one should be a great one. JOHNNY RABID has held the Television Title for, are you ready? Over five months, five months, that’s incredible. Honestly, I would hate to see it end at the hands of class “A” jackass like Luke Force
Freddy Whoa: Easy Zack. What has Mr. Force ever done to you. In his short time here he has proven that he undoubtedly will be a Force to be reckoned with, pun intended.
Zach Davis: Maybe so, but JOHNNY RABID has been proving that every night in the ring for a long time.
The belts are now both at ringside. The WCF TV Title is at the time keeper’s table and the FUTV Title is slung over a folding chair near the ring bell. The bell sounds and Luke holds his hand high, the standard way to ask the opponent for a mercy lock-up. RABID surprises LUKE with a kick to the gut and then kicks to the thighs. The powerful slap, as the leather of the boot meets the skin of Luke’s thigh, can be heard throughout the arena and the crowd feeds off of it. Luke clearly was not expecting this fast of a start and ducks his upper body between the top and second rope for a reprieve. JOHNNY RABID wants no part of the reprieve and yanks LUKE back through the ropes. RABID serves some European uppercts. Luke is dazed and RABID takes the opportunity to get a running start and land a running knee strike that sendS Luke through the ropes and onto the floor. The crowd is beside themselves with excitement.
Zach Davis: there are people here tonight who paid the entire admission just to see that moment!
Freddy Whoa: There is a reason that JOHNNY RABID has been wearing gold for five months.
LUKE is stumbling around the outside holding his head. JOHNNY RABID looks anxious inside the ring and bouncing around like a ball of energy. Luke comes a little too close to the ring apron in his recovery effort and RABID nails FORCE with a baseball slide to the head. RABID never let’s go of the bottom rope so he slips back into the ring as Luke crashes into the barrier. The crowd is right there and they are all in Luke’s face pointing and jeering. Luke is clearly dazed and slowly drags himself to his feet. He looks defenseless.
Kyle Steel: fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes remaining.
Freddy Whoa: The look on LUKE’s face is one of hope.
Zach Davis: Yeah, he hopes JOHNNY RABID gives him a second or two to catch his breath. Hope just turned to crap real fast as JOHNNY RABID has come to ringside!!
RABID attempts a discuss lariat that LUKE is able to duck under and hit RABID with a punch to the gut that doubles RABID over. LUKE quickly slaps RABID with a DDT. Luke rolls himself back into the ring and crawls to a corner and gets a much needed rest as he waits for RABID to recover.
Freddy Whoa: I’m sure he would have liked to follow that move up with some sort of offense, but he just didn’t have it in him.
Zach Davis: He better get it in him quickly because JOHNNY RABID is coming back in the ring
Freddy Whoa No worries for Luke he just rolled out, bad news for Luke, RABID followed him.
Luke rolls back into the ring and RABID follows him there too, FORCE stops in the middle of the ring and looks to greet the following RABID with some stomps. RABID easily see LUKE’s plan and foils it by grabbing his ankle and administering an ankle lock. LUKE Hits the canvass hard and immediately begins looking for the nearest rope. LUKE is smack dab in the middle of the ring and RABID has the ankle lock cinched in. LUKE continues to twist and turn and eventually is able to twist onto his back and shove RABID away to the far corner. Like a wounded animal LUKE scoots back to the corner in retreat. His eyes on RABID the entire time. Luke is still on the ground when RABID arrives from the far corner. As RABID reaches down to pick Luke up, Luke is able to counter with devastating kicks to the ankle. This gets RABID off of his feet and LUKE uses a ground and pound technique in an attempt do some damage to the champion.
Freddy Whoa: Luke hobbles up to one knee and drops a quick knee drop. Maybe Luke wasn’t as hurt as he let on. He’s up now and RABID is paying the price.
Kyle Steel: ten minutes remaining
After successive knee drops, LUKE wraps RABID knee into a grapevine lock. LUKE tell Moser to ask RABID if he wants to give. By rule Moser has to ask, RABID doesn’t even dignify it with a response. LUKE lets the lock go and pick RABID up for a snap suplex. LUKE Holds on and hits a few more, each time rolling into the next. After the fifth and final, LUKE attempts a cover. MOSER is in position
LUKE picks RABID up and delivers a swift dropkick to the knee. The move flattens RABID. LUKE climbs to the middle rope and lands knee to RABID’s head. LUKE again with a pinfall.
Kyle Steel: 5 minutes..5 minutes remaining
TIME LIMIT DRAW!!!
LUKE is exhausted but RABID looks no better. After the kickout Luke retreats offensively to the corner and waits for RABID to recover. He does and LUKE heads in to attempt the Foot of Force. RABID catches a running LUKE with a superkick of his own as both connect simultaneously. As he falls back LUKE knocks into the ref and knocks him down and out. It is hard to tell whether it was done on purpose or not. Either way the ref is out, just like FORCE and RABID.
Kyle Steel: two minutes. Two minutes remaining.
RABID is able to crawl over to LUKE and apply a cover…
Kyle Steel: 30 seconds remaining
Still no count from Stanley Moser, he has made back into the ring and sizing up the situation. In the meantime, RABID has slight recovered and is able to set FORCE up for the Kingdom Destroyer. He hits it solid and attempts the pin. MOSER is in position quickly..
THR..DING DING DING
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen. The 2o minute time limit has expired , this match is a draw!
Zach Davis: There you have it’s a draw, but RABID is heading out as champion as he retains his title.
Freddy Whoa: LUKE FORCE retained his title too.
Zach Davis: Next match.
Kings of Leon's Crawl hits and the crowd goes crazy as Torture comes out from behind the curtain.
Zach Davis: Torture is here!
Freddy Whoa: LITTTTT!!!
Zach Davis: We're on the Road to WAR, and Seattle, Washington is ELECTRIC right now!
Torture makes his way down the ramp in his new Torture t-shirt, his dark skinny jeans and rolls into the ring. He high fives an official before taking the microphone. The music stops but the crowd doesn't. They continue popping like 6 year olds at Chuck E. Cheese. He finally gets them to quiet down.
Torture: Wow, Seattle, Washington we are LIVING IT UP tonight!
Torture: At what about Revenge!?
Crowd has a mixed reaction.
Torture: Congratulations to Mikey Extreme for that beautiful Omega Championship too, amirite or what?
Torture: And now that it's all behind us that means we are officially on the Road to WAR, yo!
Torture: And that means we are just a few short weeks away from me getting my hands wrapped around Seth Lerch's neck and FINALLY choking that little son of a bitch out, WHOSE WITH ME!?
Crowd pops insane. It's instantly ruined by Master of Puppets. After ten or so seconds, Seth Lerch appears on the top of the ramp and Seattle, Washington is letting his scrawny little ass have it. Seth soaks in the boos as his music fades. He continues making his way down the ramp and talking at the One and Only.
Seth Lerch: Torture, Torture, Torture. What is this? Your sixth or seventh time appearing on Slam in 2017? That's incredible! Look everyone, the old piece of trash half part-timer showed up!
Crowd boos as Torture rolls his eyes.
Seth Lerch: How is it that you still think you're over? How is it that you think you're good for MY Wrestling Championship Federation? You're not! You're a never was you old piece of trash! You're not even worth the hefty bag that I'm going to put you and your career in come WAR.
Crowd boos as Seth Lerch walks up the steps and into the ring, not flinching one bit towards Torture but that is 100% because of the no-physical interaction rule between the two until WAR.
Torture: You want to know how over I am for you? For Christ sake, Seth, all I did was show up a few times on Slam and Price has 100 wins, is Hall of Fame worthy, is relevant again, and is holding gold in your company! How over am I? I gave you a Championship worth a crap finally that gives opportunity to great young talent, hell, Seth, I'm so god damn over I'm carrying your dumb little ass through a 9 month feud with ease!
Crowd laughs and pops. Lerch tries to speak again but is cut off by Torture whose hamming it up.
Torture: HELL, Seth.. I'm so over you're even seeing Logan and Omega sightings now, and we all know I buried those jobbers YEARS ago!
Crowd laughs and pops again.
Torture: When Tort comes to town baby, all the wanna-be's show up to get some of the viewership pie! Tort is money, baby!
Seth Lerch: Shut up, JUST SHUT UP!
Seth Lerch: You can say all the dumb crap you want making these stupid people laugh, I don't give a damn about any of that, I want you GONE, for good, I want you to pay me back for all the years I protected you! I created you, I protected you, and at WAR, I kill you once and for all.
Torture: Sethy-poo, you never created me, and you sure as hell didn't protect me, and you won't even come close to killing me! Why would you protect me from Slickie T? You needed a hero, Seth, you needed a major super-star and what did I do? I beat his ass. Just like I beat Logan in his prime. Cradle in his prime. Corey in his prime. Reb in his prime. I beat Dake Ken without even blinking, Seth! I did it because I'm the best and that's what your'e forgetting, you see, I always told myself I would never be in a dumb match with Seth Lerch. I would never want to wrestle the owner of WCF, know why? Because it's stupid. You can't wrestle. You can't work a damn match. I'll be surprised if you can run the ropes, son!
Crowd laughs at the meta'ing.
Torture: I used to cringe when all the old vets used to try to work a match with you, and for what? Some pay day. They take you to 20 minutes inside your ring at one of your shows and they get a nice comfy hotel suite and a nice fat check, that sounds alright but it looked stupid. It was terrible and I always told myself I'll never be the guy at the end of his career who can stumble through twenty minutes with your skinny little ass for a nice check but you changed everything at One, Seth. You changed EVERY THING.
Seth Lerch: OH YEAH?!
Torture: Yeah, and you see, I recently realized the major difference between all those dumb matches you've worked and the fight you're about to lose in three weeks at WAR. You're scared.
Seth Lerch: THE HELL I AM!
Torture: I'm not some Hall of Famer who can't wrestle. I'm not too old. In fact, I'm just as fast, just as strong and in three weeks, I'll be just as GOOD as I used to when I pin your ass and take back everything that you have taken from me AND some. AT War, you're not getting some dying dog like Logan, or Rick Mad, or whoever else you worked a stupid match with, you're getting a Hall of Famer who is just as hungry as he's ever been, and I'll make damn sure after WAR you'll be on bed rest for the rest of the year!
Seth Lerch: Oh yeah? That's what you got? You're going to put me on bed rest? How, by doing all your dumb taunts, and your stupid signatures, and you're dumb catch phrases. You're so full of SHIT, that I could smell you from WCF headquarters! You're not who you say you are. You may have everyone in the back fooled, but I see through you, Torture.
You're not a Hall of Famer anymore, so let's get that straight! You don't have any championship accolades here anymore! You're a NOBODY in WCF because you ALWAYS were a NOBODY. I made you who you are and that's that. Hell, because of me CoolWear Inc is a multi-million dollar company, I OWN that. I own your family too, Tort! Without me, you would never have a hot wife like that! And those kids-
Crowd gasps and gets on their feet as Torture smacks the mic out of Seths hand.
Torture: You can break my face, you can spill my blood on this canvas, you can throw me through a window, you can beat my skull in with steel chairs. You can erase me from the company all you want, but you will WATCH your god damn mouth when it comes to my family.
Seth smiles as the intensity level jumps up a notch. Seth takes the mic from Tortures hand quickly.
Seth Lerch: I came out here to give you some vital piece of information face to face.
Torture doesn't blink, staring a hole right through Torture.
Seth Lerch: Now, boys!
The crowd reacts with boos as four men wearing black WCF logo t-shirts slide into the ring and attack Torture from behind knocking him to the ground. One man picks up Torture and throws him into a stiff lariat from another man!
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?
Freddy Whoa: That looks like the security guards we've seen all year!
Zach Davis: Those dudes have been in WCF developmental, I KNEW they weren't security guards!
Freddy Whoa: Look out, look out!
As Freddy yells that out, two men powerbomb Torture to the canvas just about knocking him out cold. The four men taunt as Seattle, Washington boos their asses off. Seth stands over Torture's body and kneels down.
Seth Lerch: At War, you and I will go one on one in a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH!
Crowd still booing. Seth stands to his feet and goes to walk off with his four large security guards but Seth stops and turns back to Torture who is still selling on the mat.
Seth Lerch: Go ahead and promo now, bitch.
Seth throws the mic down on Torture's gut and Master of Puppets hits. Seth walks off like a badass boss surrounded by his guards.
Zach Davis: Of course it's No-DQ! Seth isn't going into this match alone!
Freddy Whoa: He's the master of puppets, isn't he?
Zach Davis: Not a good time for that pun, Freddy. But you are right, Seth is just an asshole and that's that.
Freddy Whoa: The road to WAR is on, and it's only going to get more intense!
Teo del Sol/Mikey eXtreme/Sidney J. Warwick/Andre Holmes/Jayson Price/Trey Carter/Udy vs Steven Singh/David Sanchez/Ethan King/Taylor Wright/Bale Pascal/Very Big Security
Zach Davis: And now, the entirety of Everest is in action as a unit up against the best WCF has to offer!
Freddy Whoa: We questioned if Teo del Sol would be here after refusing bale, but he showed up earlier tonight to attack the World Champion! Very combustible match here tonight.
The Crowd explodes as a roaring guitar riff tears throughout the arena, signalling the arrival of the one and only Teo del Sol! The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: Speak of the devil, here he is! Teo del Sol!
With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Teo del Sol springs onto the entrance ramp, a white and gold jacket with a Luchador's mask emblazoned across the back. He walks forward, holding his hands out over his head and bathing in the applause.
He takes a deep bow and walks towards the ring, high fiving the fans along the way. He wears a happy grin as he rolls between the ropes, offering his opponent an extended handshake before shrugging and walking to the turnbuckle.
He holds his arms over his head and yells out a cry, which the fans all join in on, eliciting a cheer from the audience as the music reaches its crescendo. He turns and steps back into the ring, waiting for the bell.
The lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head titled back as he looks to the ceiling. Vidalia and Freakshow flank him as they make their way ringside.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring being accompanied by Vidalia and Freakshow, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 225 lbs, Mikey eXtreme!
Mikey ignores the fans trying to reach out to touch him. He throws the kendo stick into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, crawling to the corner where he sits laughing and rocking back and forth. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Mikey's teammate as Vidalia whispers some kind of plan into Mikey's ear.
Freddy Whoa: And here is the FIRST EVER Omega Champion!
"Two Hands" by Ani DiFranco starts to play over the arena's sound system. Sidney J. Warwick enters. There is no pyro. There are no flashing lights. There is not even video playing on the big screen. Sidney walks down the aisle not even paying attention to the fans, simply looking completely depressed. Instead of climbing into the ring, he sits himself dejectedly on the apron.
Zach Davis: What's the deal here?
Freddy Whoa: SJW had the world in the palm of his hands, and he lost it. I would't be too happy either.
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. "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.
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. 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 loaw of dicks never touching must be obeyed.
Zach Davis: And here are the Tag Team Champions! Ultimate Showdown makes strange bedfellows, and I'm surprised the bed is big enough with the size of these men's-
Freddy Whoa: Zach! Watch it.
Zach Davis: ....Egos.
The arena goes dark as the music plays. The silhouette of Trey walks down the ramp and stops in the middle. When "Doomsday" is heard in the song, the lights in the arena continuously flash red and the turnbucles shoot out a stream of fire. Trey has an evil smile on his face as he continues down the ramp and climbs into the ring. He stands in the middle and laughs maliciously.
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.
Freddy Whoa: And here are Udy and Trey Carter! Udy had a big victory over Wolf last week and this is just the match for Trey Carter to make a splash in!
The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." as the VeryBigTron flashes the word "EVEREST" in electric blue before being replaced by a gold-tinted montage of Stephen Singh brutalizing past opponents. The menacing beat of the Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain fills the arena, golden pyros form 5 ft high fountains across the stage, and "Superstar" Stephen Singh steps out with the WCF World Title strapped around his waist to an overwhelming chorus of boos.
Kyle Steel: And introducing at this time...The Excellence of Elocution....The Shakespeare of Shoot...The Sure Thing....
Stopping on the stage he smiles wry and smug, right arm raised in the air, back of his hand to the crowd, left hand behind his back. As the gold fountains shrink back into the stage, The Superstar lowers his hand, twirling his wrist and half-bowing his head with faux gratitude to his hissing "faithful Stephenites."
Kyle Steel: And YOUR WCF World Heavyweight Champion.....THE SUPERSTAR STEPHEN SINGH!
As it's announced, Singh looks down and strokes his title with pride and the boos rain down louder, the crowd now reminded that THIS is their champion. He smiles, heading down to the ring and jawing with the hateful, ignorant crowd. Singh climbs the stairs to the apron, wipes his feet, steps through the ropes and then bounces up, arms extended to his sides with his palms up soaking in the alternating adulation and animosity. He carefully unhooks the World Title from around his waist, folds its straps under the faceplate and kisses it before handing it to the referee with a look of stern warning.
Zach Davis: I still can't believe this is real life.
Freddy Whoa: Well, Singh better enjoy this while it lasts. Teo had him beat at Revenge, and now he has Rabid breathing down his neck as well.
Rock Out-Motorhead Plays as they both come out Roaring and shouting at the crowd, they turn to each other and high five. When their hands touch pyro is fired. They then slowly walks down to the ring once there they catch their breath.
Zach Davis: And these two big men may be part of the reason Singh is so confident - he's got backup.
Freddy Whoa: He's in Everest, of COURSE he has backup.
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the screen does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches..
The song plays on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears center stage, his eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with cut-off, black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present, as well as the everyday struggles and politics of being the mayor, this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing their hatred towards him, even as he rebuilds their city, he was still always known as the bad guy. He begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lens of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring, causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
As the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo, David Sanchez slides under the bottom ropes and leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
Zach Davis: Speaking of Steven Singh's World Title, in just a few short weeks David Sanchez will be entering War. Just saying....
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: And speaking of War!, we just learnt that Ethan King will be forced to defend the Hardcore Title the next two weeks leading up to the huge event! If he wins both, he enters last. If he loses... he enters FIRST!
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.
“Voids” by Apollyon’s Visage creeps onto the sound system, creating a bassy rumble in the arena as the lights dim into darkness. The stage lights all focus on the entrance. First, out comes Aapo Nikula, the white of his face is blown out due to the overpowering nature of the focused lights. His arms are spread wide and he is grinning from ear to ear as he receives a wave of boos from the crowd.
After yelling inaudible statements - presumably something of praise for his fighter- Mr. Nikula steps to the side, holding his hands out toward the entrance in a presenter’s fashion when finally, Bale Pascal steps out onto the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-six pounds, from New Shoreham, Rhode Island...BALE PASCAAAAL!!!
Bale saunters down the ramp; the stage lights following along as he descends. After climbing up the side of the ring, he crosses his arm over the top rope, rests his head on top, and swings his legs over to sit on the second rope; a spotlight shines overhead. A moment passes before he slides off and through the ropes, into the ring where his faithful Manager stands while continuing to praise his fighter.
Zach Davis: Bale Pascal and Taylor Wright are the two newest Everest members, and don't quite have the accolades that the other members do.. yet. Tonight could put them in contention for the Tag Team Titles, for instance!
With everyone assembled, Steven Singh decides to start the match for his team. He's cockily talking to William and Ainsley as the bell rings. He turns to see Teo del Sol across the ring from him as the legal man. Teo runs at him but he quickly tags himself out, bringing David Sanchez into the ring instead. Singh bails out to the outside. David Sanchez looks down at him, slightly annoyed, before entering the match.
Freddy Whoa: Well, Teo and Sanchez, here we go!
Teo and Sanchez tie up and both vye for control before Sanchez gets it, pushing Teo into the corner. The ref calls for the break and Sanchez slaps Teo across the face. Teo snaps off a Dropkick but Sanchez swats it away before hitting Teo with a series of European Uppercuts, pushing Teo towards the ropes. He then launches Teo across the ring and executes a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker as Teo comes back!
Zach Davis: Pin attempt by Sanchez!
Kickout by Teo.
Freddy Whoa: Do you think maybe Singh got Sanchez into the match in an attempt to wear him down before War, lessening his chances of winning?
Zach Davis: Come on, Freddy. Does that sound like something Steven Singh would do?
Freddy Whoa: So you agree with me!
Zach Davis: Well, it's also possible he just wants Sanchez to murder Teo for him.
Sanchez lifts Teo up but Teo hits a Jawbreaker. Teo then hits a Roundhouse Kick, taking Sanchez down. Sanchez quickly rolls back towards the Everest corner. VBS tag themselves in.
Freddy Whoa: Wait. Can they do that?
Both The Tank and The Behemoth enter the ring and the ref shrugs his shoulders. They grab Teo and lift him up but Teo hits a Dropkick, hitting each man with one foot. They stumble backwards and Teo runs at both of them and leaps, dropping them both with DDTs!
Zach Davis: Wow! Look at Teo go!
Freddy Whoa: Do you think Teo del Sol was trying to give them concussions so they can't interfere in Steven Singh's matches anymore?
Zach Davis: Come on, Freddy. Does that sound like something Teo del Sol would do?
Teo tags in Jayson Price. Jayson enters the ring, looks across at Very Big Security, and then turns and whispers something to Trey Carter. Jay tags Trey Carter in.
Freddy Whoa: Huh. What is this plan?
Trey Carter then tags in both members of Mushroom Mangino!
Zach Davis: HA!
Price and Holmes get into the ring and begin brawling with William and Ainsley! Both teams trade blows back and forth. Price is able to hit a Leaping Leg Lariat onto William, who stumbles back into the corner. Ainsley has the best of Andre and irish whips him into the same corner William is resting in - this allows Andre to hit William with a Yakuza Kick!
Freddy Whoa: RUN THE TRAIN!
William falls to the mat and Holmes pins him. Price runs at Ainsley and Clotheslines him, both men flying out of the ring.
No!, kickout by William!
Zach Davis: Andre Holmes going high risk now...
Freddy Whoa: DEADLINE TRAP! ANOTHER PIN!
NO!, broken up by King! King quickly lifts Holmes up and into the Falcon Arrow!
Zach Davis: CULTURE SHOCK!
Holmes rolls out of the ring as William stumbles up and tags in Steven Singh. Singh gets into the ring and kicks at King a few times. He then turns back to his corner and lifts his boot up onto the top rope. King tags himself in by slapping Singh's boot and Singh tags in Bale Pascal and David Sanchez with his hands.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on.
The three men enter the ring and start kicking away at Andre Holmes. The referee has decided maybe the precedent he set earlier wasn't a good one and tells them two of them have to get out, enough is enough. King stays in the ring as Sanchez and Pascal get back on the apron. King waits for Holmes to stumble up before hitting him with a Spinning Heel Kick to the gut.
Zach Davis: REVELATION!
No!, as he snaps off the Pele Kick, Holmes dives away and tags in Trey Carter. Trey Carter enters the ring and King runs at him and goes for a Clothesline. Carter ducks it and grapples King, hitting a German Suplex! He releases it, gets back to his feet and grapples King from behind again, dropping him with a Reverse DDT. Carter waits for King to get up once more before grappling him and hitting a Belly to Belly!
Freddy Whoa: Look at Trey Carter go!
Carter pins King quickly, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: He isn't the Hardcore Champion by chance!
Carter is feeling it and begins climbing to the top.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go....
He flies off.
Zach Davis: KNOX!
He hits it! Carter lands on top of Ethan King and pins him once more!
NO!, broken up by Steven Singh. Singh plants Carter with a Fisherman's Brainbuster before getting back on the apron.
Freddy Whoa: What leadership!
Zach Davis: If that's what you want to call it!
King is able to crawl over and tag in Bale Pascal. Pascal comes in and hits a Roaring Elbow onto Trey Carter before going for a pin!
Freddy Whoa: So much on the line as we head into War and Slam 400!
Pascal lifts Carter up and backs up. He goes for a Bicycle Kick, but Carter ducks it and hits an Atomic Drop! Carter keeps him close and drops him with a Backbreaker. He then tags in Udy.
Zach Davis: Here comes The Demon Wolf!
Udy runs at Pascal and hits a series of rapid fire kicks before finishing him off with a Savate Kick. Udy hits the ropes as Pascal gets up and goes for a Kitchen Sink knee, but Pascal catches it and traps him in a Front Headlock before kneeing him in the gut. He then transitions into a back grapple and ripchords into a Roaring Elbow!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Udy is dazed but won't go down, Pascal executes a Top Wristlock STO! He goes for a pin.
No!, kickout by Udy!
Zach Davis: Udy is coming off a big Revenge win, he's gotta follow it up here!
Pascal climbs to the top.
Freddy Whoa: Double Stomp!
No!, Udy rolls away and gets to his feet! As Pascal stumbles up Udy rushes him and Clotheslines him into the corner. Pascal slumps down and Udy follows up with a Cannonball into the corner. He then gets up and goes to tag in SJW.
Zach Davis: No... SJW, who has just been sitting on the apron, just walks away without taking the tag. What the hell?
Head down, not looking at the audience or at anyone else, Sidney J. Warwick begins walking up the entryway to the back. His teammates yell at him, wondering what the hell he's doing, but he ignores them.
Freddy Whoa: I knew the guy would take it hard, but THIS hard?
Zach Davis: Careful, Mushroom Mangino are in this match, don't let them hear you say that, they'll twist it around.
Udy instead tags in Mikey eXtreme. Looking angrily back towards SJW, Mikey enters the ring and heads towards Bale Pascal - who catches him with a surprise schoolboy rollup pin!
No!, Mikey escapes. Mikey hooks Pascal for a DDT but Pascal jabs his way free before dropping him with one more Roaring Elbow. Pascal then tags in David Sanchez.
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez stepping up to the Omega Champion!
The two begin brawling instantly. Sanchez gains the upper hand and throws Mikey to the ropes. As Mikey comes back Sanchez hits him with a kick to the gut before hitting a crisp Snap Suplex and floating over for the pin.
Kickout by Mikey.
Zach Davis: The non-Everest team has been in control most of the match, surprisingly, but David Sanchez looks to end that.
Sanchez lifts Mikey up and executes a Butterfly Suplex. He waits for Mikey to get to his feet before running at him....
Freddy Whoa: He's taking a drive today!
Zach Davis: Time to emancipate Mikey's head from his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: Bicycle kick to the back of the head! RearViewMirror!
Zach Davis: I guess it was the beatings that made David Sanchez wise, but he's not about to give thanks or apologize!
Sanchez puts Mikey into a Rearnaked Choke.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey can't breath, Sanchez is holding him down!
Sanchez releases the choke and taunts Mikey by grabbing him and smashing his face to the mat.
Zach Davis: Sanchez's hand is on Mikey's face, pushing him to the ground.
Mikey escapes it and drops Sanchez with the DDT he was looking for earlier! He stumbles back to his corner and the team tries to come up with a gameplan.
Freddy Whoa: Enmity gaged, they're united by fear now. They've tried to endure, but they can't forgive what Everest has done.
Zach Davis: OKAY!, can the bit be over now?
Sanchez is back to his feet and Mikey snaps off a X Marks The Spot Superkick!
Mikey dives on top of Sanchez, going for the pin!
No!, shoulder up by David Sanchez.
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez back to his feet, Mikey runs at him. Sanchez ducks a Clothesline and hits Mikey with the Clothesline to the back of the head! Colombian Necktie!
Sanchez climbs to the top and flies. He hits a Diving Headbutt!
Zach Davis: CROWN OF THORNS!
Freddy Whoa: You ever heard the story.. of Mr. Faded Glory?
Zach Davis: NO! No. We're not doing that again.
Sanchez gets up and tags in Steven Singh. Singh waits for Mikey to begin to get up, once he's partway there Singh runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: SSMMIIITTTTEEEE!!
No!, Mikey rolls away from it! Mikey grabs the World Champion by the back of the neck!
Zach Davis: eXplosion!
He drops Singh with it! He tries to go for the pin but Singh is quickly able to roll out of the ring. He holds his neck in pain and yells LUCHA RULES LUCHA RULES a few times to the ref, telling him that his leaving the ring should signal the same thing as a tag. Indeed, Bale Pascal enters the ring as Mikey, frustrated, tags in Teo.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Teo del Sol yet again!
Teo Springboards into the ring and hits a Flying Crossbody onto Bale Pascal. Pascal gets up right away and Teo runs at him, this time grabbing his head and hitting a Running Tornado DDT. Pascal gets up once more and Teo runs at him again, now hitting a Blazing Knee! Teo with the pin!
NO!, from outside the ring Singh puts Pascal's foot on the ropes. The ref doesn't count three. Teo lifts Pascal up and Pascal switches behind him and locks in the Chickenwing Crossface!
Zach Davis: Teo slams himself backwards and breaks it up!
Freddy Whoa: Bale Pascal has thrown everything he's got out in this match and he's getting frustrated!
Teo rushes Pascal but Pascal hits a blatant low blow, after his finisher didn't work. The ref, who is annoyed at this whole match by this point, calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: What!
All of Everest get into the ring and begin yelling at the ref, who quickly leaves the ring.
Kyle Steel: YOUR WINNERS, BY DISQUALIFICATION... THE TEAM OF GUYS THAT AREN'T EVEREST!
The crowd pops!
Freddy Whoa: Everest is handed their FIRST EVER defeat as a unit!
David Sanchez, Ethan King, and Steven Singh all begin yelling at Bale Pascal for blowing their perfect record. Pascal is about to apologize before Sanchez simply strikes him, a mean right hook.
Zach Davis: ...uh oh.
Sanchez fires off a Snap Medusa's Touch, taking Pascal's head off. Pascal hits the mat and all of Everest begins stomping on him.
Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES TEO!
Teo rushes Everest, trying his best to stop this vicious beatdown, but he's one man against six. Very Big Security is able to grab him by the neck and execute a Double Chokeslam.
Zach Davis: Comedy Gold!
This allows VBS to lift Bale Pascal up. They shove them towards Singh, who drops him with the SMITE! King then lifts him up as Sanchez climbs to the top.
Freddy Whoa: Is this all really necessary? It was just one match...
Sanchez and King drop him with their Spiked Piledriver.
Zach Davis: END OF THE WORLD!
The crowd boos as Everest, one man down, stand up and kick Pascal out of their ring.
Freddy Whoa: We're out of time. Everest didn't win the battle here tonight... but all they have to do is win the War.
Slam fades to black.