Live from the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas
Eighteen thousand inside the Toyota Center are plunged into darkness as a child’s voice rings out over an undulating sea of flashing smart phone lights, desperate to catch sight of the WCF world champion.
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
A sudden explosion of pyrotechnics roar all around the arena. An aerial shot outside the Center is captured by a high flying drone as the circumference of the stadium ignites with a shower of fireworks. While inside the arena, the fans are treated to an unique spectacle; victorian dressed “gentlemen” wearing Guy Fawkes masks flood the stage. “Battle Royale” by Apashe, Panther booms out over the speakers as the gents are joined by victorian harlots, each fire breathing fountains of flame!
The Jumbotron now plays a scene of victorian London on fire, the flames parting as a man dressed in a black cape and crooked top hat saulters through the inferno, the stage engulfed with smoke as--
JOHN RABID, dressed as a Guy Fawkes/Ripper hybrid creation parts the smoke with a wave of his hand, greeting the crowds with a doff of his hat! On either side of Rabid are Very British Security, each in victorian garb while carrying a strap!. Anisley has the World, while William brandishes the Television title!
Zach Davis: Greetings everyone to a very special Guy Fawkes edition of SLAM!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, Zach! Have you ever seen a start to a show like this? It’s amazing! It’s like Occupy: Slam out here!
Zach Davis: This isn’t occupation, Freddy! Tonight is about, liberation! At Helloween, John Rabid and Team WCF kicked UCI arses all over the shop and showed those bloody blighters what for!
Freddy Whoa: What?
Zach Davis: That’s United Kingdom-ish for we body-bagged UCI! The war to end all wars is over! And we have our World champion to thank for delivering the killing blow to Alex Richards!
Freddy Whoa: Richards, I always hated that fat blighter! What a Foozler!
Rabid leaps over the top rope and dive, rolls into the ring, doffing his top hat once again to a wave of rapturous applause!
Crowd: RAHBID, WHOOP! WHOOP! RAHBID, WHOOP! WHOOP!
Rabid is handed a microphone as he addresses the crowd, the music finally dying down.
John Rabid: Greetings and salutations, Houston!
Crowd: RAHBID, WHOOP! WHOOP! RAHBID, WHOOP! WHOOP!
John Rabid: It’s great to be back here in Texas! I hope you all enjoyed my slight indulgence to open the show. I thought it was appropriate to celebrate Guy Fawkes night the right way! Guy Fawkes night, it’s a time when the United Kingdom remembers how a great institution survived a plot instigated by a madman, a latter day terrorist who was intent on burning the House of Commons to the ground. Last week at Helloween, UCI came to burn our world down. To dismantle this great institution and to rob us of our heritage. But that day, did not come to pass!
Crowd: RAHBID, WHOOP! WHOOP! RAHBID, WHOOP! WHOOP!
John Rabid: Spencer Adams is our Guy Fawkes, a cold and calculating enemy of the WCF. But tonight? His threat is no more. His company, a memory...courtesy of TEAM WCF!
Crowd: Dub Cee Eff! Dub Cee Eff! Dub Cee Eff!
John Rabid: I’d like to thank Ethan King, Gravedigger and Sidney J. Warwick for fighting side by side with me through this struggle. Let’s hear it for them!
Crowd cheer TEAM WCF! As Rabid nods.
John Rabid: I would like to add Stephen Singh’s name to that list. I’d like to...but I can’t. Professors in the back, play the footage.
We see footage of Helloween’s Hellimination match..
Zach Davis: DEATH DRIVER!
Gravedigger hits it.
Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger is to his feet, and-
Zach Davis: The fuck?
Stephen Singh is in the ring and grabs Gravedigger from behind.
Freddy Whoa: THIEF IN THE NIGHT TO HIS OWN GOD DAMN TAG TEAM PARTNER.
The WCF crowd boos as Stephen Singh takes down Gravedigger. Blue, dazed after the Death Driver but to her feet, is able to hit the ropes and hit a Springboard Corkscrew Senton.
Zach Davis: SONIC SCREWDRIVER.
Bonnie Blue pins Gravedigger.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: The first elimination from Team WCF....
John Rabid: I don’t know what lunacy runs through your mind, Singh, but I know this. You almost cost Team WCF the match! Watching the footage back, it’s obvious to me that you’re a selfish, delusional dickhead who gave up on this company and these fans! When we needed unity? You couldn’t give a shit about anything else, but tearing Digger apart! Well, now you have an opportunity to do just that at ONE. Personally? I hope you both make it through to the other side, because I’ll be waiting there to break the pair of you!
Crowd: Rahbid! Rahbid! Rahbid!
John Rabid: And now, let’s talk about Sidney J. Warwick!
Mixed reaction from the crowd.
John Rabid: Sidney, you fought smart at Helloween. But let’s be honest with each other, we’re not friends. And we’ll never be friends. There’s a side to you that’s wrong, that’s twisted. I can hear it in your voice, Sid. A sickness that drives you. You despise this business, you despise the crowds, and you despise me. At ONE, that sickness faces the cure, Sid. John Rabid verses Sidney J. Warwick. Advocate versus accuser. And when the dust settles? Let’s see who’s left behind to hold court in 2018, and who rides the lightning.
Rabid drops the microphone as “Death Breath - Toxic Avenger’s mix” plays over the speakers as we cut to a commercial.
Daddy Schneider/ El Payaso Loco vs Comet/El Enigmatico
The lights don gold. The crowd go crazy (Particularly the ladies.). Livin' La Vida Loca blasts throughout the PA system. The camera pans towards the floor and begins to rise, slowly showing the boots, then the trunks, the ripped chest, the muscular pecks and most importantly of all, his handsome face.
Several ladies begin to faint, men begin to sweat. Schneider looks around at the adoring fans, gives them a little smirk. He catches the camera in-front of him, looks at it and winks. He points at the ring and shouts in the most sexiest voice possible, "Lock your doors! Turn the lights off! It's time for Daddy!"
He power runs his way to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope before getting back onto his feet, rebounding off the rope in-front of him, and then climbing the opposite turnbuckle. As he stands atop the rope dozens of screaming fans begin to flash their phones at him and it's quite truly a sight to behold. He lifts his head high in the air for everyone to see his chiseled jawline.
The opening riff of "Let's Go" hits the PA as the lights lower. Red, white and green spotlights flicker around the entrance ramp, falling onto one central space. At that point, they focus upwards as Payaso Loco descends from the rafters on a cord of some form, landing safely on the ground. He detaches himself from the cord, making a beeline for the ring and jumping from the floor, over the top rope and into the ring. He flies up to the nearest turnbuckle, his arms outstretched as he takes in the reaction from the fans.
Fans roar to a loud announcement, “Fellows of the Galaxy, we come in peace!” Music follows, “War” by Grandson, The area suddenly flashes bright green with a video of lunar surface, colored purple, rotates with the names “Comet” and “Maktak” in fluorescent red. Lasers lights flash to the appearance of Comet carrying Maktak the Galactic Warlord over his left shoulder. Comet flashes two fist forward, then takes a starting pose, before darting to the ring – Comet makes whooshing rocket noises as they rush to the ring.
At the apron, he removes the carrying basket before taking a seat on the apron. Comet then hoists Maktak above his head, whom in turn flashes his necklace “the Grand Core” to the crowd. Fans bow and chant “we are not worthy” until Comet lets his master back onto stable ground. He then rolls under the ropes and takes center stage to several firework flares streaking across the arena. Comet then goes to a corner in preparation for the bout.
The familiar cowbell intro of War's Low Rider draws everybody to their feet. As the drums come in, El Enigmático bursts through the curtain, sidestepping on the stage and down the ramp, vamping up the crowd.
Taylor Lorde: Making his way to the ring, one half of "La Casa de Diversión," hailing from El Circo de Diamante Negro, he is El Enigmático!
In the ring, he dances along with the trumpet motif, slowly dropping down to the mat with each measure, before jumping back to his feet.
Zach Davis: Big huge match! Here we go!
El Enigmatico starts the match for his team. He runs at Daddy and Dropkicks him. Daddy gets to his feet and El Enigmatico runs at him and executes a Flying Headscissors. Daddy rolls out of the ring and El Payaso Loco comes in. He gets a Hurricanrana!
Freddy Whoa: Into a pin!
No!, kickout. Both men to their feet.
Freddy Whoa: El Enigmatico tags in Comet.
Comet comes in and runs at Loco, he clotheslines him down. He then hits a snap jab combo with a giggly dance.
Zach Davis: Teehee!
He follows up with a Discus Clothesline. Loco stumbles up and Comet throws him to the ropes before popping him up and hitting a Spinning Double Axehandle.
Freddy Whoa: GRAVITY SURGE!
El Payaso Loco rolls over and tags in Daddy Schneider. Daddy comes in and hits a Lariat to Comet before getting back up and hitting a Hurricanrana. Both men to their feet and Comet hits the Betelgeuse before tagging in El Enigmatico.
Zach Davis: El Enigmatico flies off with a Senton Splash!
El Enigmatico then grabs Daddy's head and takes him to the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: END-PIECE!
El Enigmatico pins him.
Zach Davis: ONE! TWO! THREE!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: El Enigmatico and Comet win it!
The two men celebrate together as we go to commercial.
Agimat vs Munchkin vs Marshall Gates
'Rollin starts to blare across the PA system as the megatron lights up and shows highlights of Marshall's wrestling career from 15 years ago as well as his highlights as a no-holds barred cage fighter.
Fog begins to take over the entrance ramp and holograms of lighting strike down from the ceiling of the building. He emerges through the smoke throwing his arms back and howling like a wolf as pyrotechnics sound off across stage front. He takes a sprint down the aisle with pyrotechnics sounding off on either side of him as he makes his way to the ring. Once there he jumps onto the apron angrily grabbing the top rope and shaking them with a mad yell. He hopes over the top rope landing on two feet and runs to a corner turner buckle to jump on the second one and rant, rave, and talk bullshit before hopping down, waiting on his opponent.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his WCF debut, he hails from San Antonio, TX. He weighs 285 pounds and stands 6 feet 5 inches tall! WCFverse! This is Marshall Gates!
Some in the crowd recognize the entrance music and give Gates a nice round of applause as the first note hits. Others join in as they recognize his face as he comes through the fog. The whole Toyota Center erupts when Kyle Steel says San Antonio.
Zach Davis: Freddy this is a newcomer to the WCF, certainly not a newcomer to the wrestling scene. And our fans recognize a good talent when they see it.
Freddy Whoa: You’re right Zack, this guy has been cracking heads in this business for years, let’s see if he his past his prime, or just hitting it.
“Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance hits and the lights go out in the arena, a video package plays on the screen that’s above the stage, after a few moments a spotlight hits the middle of the entrance ramp at the top and the munchkin walks into it, after a few moments the rest of the lights come up, as the music kicks in the Munchkin focuses on the ring, he heads down the entrance ramp ignoring the crowd, he arrives at the side of the ring and climbs the steps, through the top and middle rope he stands in the middle of the ring looks around the arena heads over to a turnbuckle and climbs to the middle and looks out into the crowd. He jumps down to the opposite side of the ring as Gates and they both await the third opponent.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the next contestant stands at 6 feet and 1 inch tall and weighs 185 pounds He comes to us from Sheffield in the United Kingdom, this is Munchkin!
The crowd seems somewhat unaffected by Munchkin’s entrance. Many are still clamoring over the entrance of Marshal Gates.
As War Of Change by Thousand Foot Krutch plays, the lights go dim. As the third line is sung, Agimat enters with arms outstretched. White lights strobe in random places in the crowd in tune with the guitar as he makes his way to the ring, giving high-fives to some fans. By the time the chorus hits, Agimat's on the top turnbuckle, pointing to the ceiling before stretching his arms with eyes closed, as if to absorb the energy of the fans who came to see him.
Kyle Steel: Here is our third contestant, from Manilla in the Philippines, he weighs 187 pounds and stands at 5 feet 1 inch tall. This is Agimat!
The crowd cheers for Agimat. These are the same fans who have been cheering for him to get his first win since he got to WCF.
Zach Davis: These ferociously faithful fans refuse to fail their Filipino friend.
Freddy Whoa; Fo sho.
Zach Davis: But let’s see if he up to the task tonight, I know Gates is anxious to make a strong debut here in the top wrestling organization in the world.
Freddy Whoa: Let’s get to the action.
Agimat charges Munchkin, Munchkin plays matador and sends Agimat through the 2nd rope and onto the floor. Gates immediately hits Munchkin with a clothesline that floors him. Gates stomps on Munchkin’s head and chest and Munchkin can do is lay there and take it. Gates picks Munchkin up and tosses him through the 2nd rope and to the floor. Agimat rolls back in the ring and pumps up the crowd. He gets a decent pop. Gates turns around to see Agimat and he motions to the crowd to get pumped and the roof nearly comes off the place. Agimat is seemingly startled by the huge response and looks over the crowd.
Zach Davis: No Agimat, turn around, here comes Gates!
Freddy Whoa: And there goes Gates, right into Agimat’s gut with a spear. Gates is quickly to his feet and drops an elbow on Agimat.
Zach Davis: Now he tosses Agimat to the floor and as he lands he crashes into Munchkin and they both crash into the barricade!
Gates uses this opportunity to work the crowd and they are loving it! As Agimat and Munchkin stumble over each other on the outside, half of the crowd is chanting “Marshall” while the other half is chanting “Gates”. Agimat is up first and drills the grounded Munchkin with dropkick and follows with another. Agimat climbs the barrier and waits for Munchkin to stand, he hits him with a dropkick from the barrier.
Zach Davis: I’m not sure if anyone can hear it because of the crowd, but referee Stanley Moser has reached an 8-count on Agimat and Munchkin. Is Marshall Gates going to get his first win from a double count out?
Freddy Whoa: Not if he can help it Zack, I think he has realized the count and heads to the outside.
Agimat is aware of the count also. As Gates leaves the ring Agimat slides into the ring. Agimat counts to two and begins to celebrate. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms in victory. The crowd is going wild, but they are reacting to the powerbomb that Marshall Gates just delivered to Munchkin on the outside. He picks him up and slams him on the barricade. Munchkin is left face up draped over the barricade. Marshall looks perplexed as he notices Agimat on the turnbuckle celebrating.
Zach Davis: I’m not sure what Agimat is doing or why he thinks he’s won the match.
Freddy Whoa: the only thing I can think of is that he doesn’t realize that when Gates slid out to the floor, the count restarted. I think he thinks that Gates was counted out.
Zach Davis: If you are going to be successful in this business, you must know the rules.
Freddy Whoa: Gates enters the ring and is again looking at Agimat in disbelief. He walks over to the turnbuckle where Agimat is trying to engage the crowd from the second rope. Gates is able to scoop Agimat off the ropes and deliver a powerbomb!
Zach Davis: That is just not any powerbomb, he delivers a second, and a third!
Freddy Whoa: And a FOURTH! And this one a sit-out powerbomb! It’s the Gates of Hell! He has opened the Gates of Hell.
Zach Davis: That is his finishing move, the Gates of Hell. He goes for the pin and Moser counts.
Freddy Whoa: He did it! Marshall Gates wins his debut here in WCF! What an amazing debut!
Kyle Steel: Your winner! Marshall Gates!!!!
Johnny Alpha vs Jay West vs Dan Capello
As we return from the previous match and/or segment, Kyle Steel stands in the ring.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from New York, New York, weighing in at 203 lbs., Dan Capello!
The NFL theme hits as Dan Capello makes his way onto the stage, semi-awkwardly waving at the fans as he squints up at the bright lights. While making his way down the entrance ramp, Dan shakes his head a bit, questioning his own sanity and choices in life. He walks up the ring steps and steps through, careful not to trip himself up. He gives the opponent a nod as he takes to his corner and quietly tries to give himself a pep talk.
Freddy Whoa: Dan Capello is still a relative newcomer to WCF, but he’s got plenty of opportunity to grow!
Zach Davis: Hopefully, his inexperience won’t cost him…
Kyle Steel: Introducing next, from Macon, Georgia, weighing in at 220 lbs., Jay West!
The lights go out, then Jay walks out as the song starts, then the lights turn on with the dark blue tint and Jay walks down the ramp stopping halfway looking out at the crowd before continuing to the ring. Once there he slowly crawls in as blue smoke appears at ring. Then he stands up snatching the mask off then covering his face with hood before revealing his face.
Zach Davis: I won’t lie, Freddy; this man gives me the chilly willies.
Whoa: Who says “chilly willy” in 2017?
Kyle Steel: And finally, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 235 lbs., Johnny Alpha!
Johnny Alpha comes out as “Centuries” by Fall Out Boy plays. He brings a towel to the ring but when he enters the ring, he spits his gum into it and throws it to the fans.
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Alpha retaining his signature swagger, but his overconfidence could be his greatest enemy!
All three men involved in the contest approach each other, showcasing trash talk and bravado in attempt to solidify their respective standing in WCF. The staredown ends with Alpha throwing a punch towards Capello, who stumbles back into the corner. Alpha throws a back elbow towards West, who ducks under and drops Alpha with a German suplex. West screams at the crowd before he shifts his focus to the stunned Capello. What the newest recruit of WCF lacks in experience, he makes up for in luck, as he ducks under a punch from West and throws a knife edge chop. Due to his inexperience, he erroneously uses the back of his hand to dish out the chop. Capello holds his hand and West scoffs before tackling Capello to the mat and laying into him with forearm shots.
Freddy Whoa: You can hear those cheap shots from the cheap seats!
Zach Davis: Not exactly a cheap shot in my mind. Capello knew what he was getting into!
Alpha returns to the match in a big way with a big dropkick to the side of West’s head, allowing Capello to escape for the time being. Unfortunately, Alpha is there to stop him in his tracks, dropping Capello with a uranage slam, covering him for the pin.
1… 2… Kickout.
Zach Davis: Very forceful impact on that uranage.
Alpha pulls Capello up to a vertical base and goes for a Stunner. Capello manages to sneak out of it and push Alpha into the ropes, before answering with a clothesline. Capello brings Alpha up and hooks him for a suplex, at least to the best of his knowledge, anyway. Capello then tosses Alpha up in a suplex, but Alpha lands on his feet, all while still being locked in a front facelock. West returns to the ring and catches Alpha with a Superman punch, then dropping Capello with yet another German suplex. West covers.
1… 2… Kickout.
Freddy Whoa: West has showcased his dominance thus far in this contest; it’s only a matter of time before we see the Devil’s Calling.
Davis: Don’t underestimate Alpha or Capello though!
West then turns his attention back to Alpha, and scoops him onto his shoulder, dropping his rival with a powerslam before following it up with a standing moonsault, landing on Alpha for the pin.
1… 2… Kickout.
Freddy Whoa: Such athleticism!
Zach Davis: It’s always surprising to see a man of West’s size and stature pulling off moves like that!
West begins to show some frustration, but shows reserve as Alpha tries to get to his feet. West draws Alpha in for a belly to belly suplex, but Alpha turns the tables and instead lands a Stunner on West. Alpha slides between West’s legs and stands behind his opponent before leaping up and locking in the crossface chickenwing hold. He attempts to lock in the body scissors, but West is not going down easily. Capello re-emerges in the match by entering the ring and bouncing off of the ropes and landing on West with a Thesz press, which in turn squishes Alpha. He shifts his weight to pin both men.
1… 2… Kickout.
Zach Davis: What he lacks in experience, he definitely makes up for it in creativity!
Both men kick out and Capello snaps his fingers, disappointed in his inability to secure the win in that moment. Capello sees both men rising to their respective feet and dashes off the ropes once more. He attempts the E.O.W. on West, who sidesteps him and sends him through the ropes to the outside. West then takes his opportunity to bounce off of the opposite ropes and fly to the outside with a Tope Con Hiro on Capello, drawing a surprised response from the crowd. Alpha rolls under the ropes and hops to his feet on the apron before levelling West with a big soccer kick. Alpha hops down to the floor and throws Capello into the ring, looking to capitalize on West’s previous punishment. Alpha measures Capello and drops him with the Alpha Crusher before going for the pin.
1… 2… West pulls Alpha off of the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Just at the last second!
Davis: Talk about a lucky break.
As Alpha lands on his feet on the outside, West levels his opponent with a superkick! The crowd lets out a collective “Oooh!” as West hops onto the apron and ascends the ropes. With little time to waste, West flies off of the ropes, looking for the Devil’s Calling. Capello’s luck shines through once again and he quickly rolls to the corner before adopting a three point stance. Capello rushes towards West and delivers the E.O.W. with resounding (in his mind) effect. Capello then flips into a jackknife pin, looking for the victory.
1… 2… Alpha rushes into the ring to break up the pin, but he’s too late! 3!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Dan Capello!
Freddy Whoa: Unbelievable! Dan Capello picks up the win against two of the more experienced members on our roster!
Zach Davis: Dan Capello seems to have gotten his career here in the WCF off on the right start after tonight!
Leon Hayze/Ethan King vs Luke Force/Gemu
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 the 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: The Hardcore Champion is here, Zach!
Zach Davis: He is and tonight he’s the savvy veteran amongst a trio of relative newcomers here in this tag team match up!
Purple Haze starts playing over the PA, the lights dim dramatically low—nearly to total darkness—as smoke slowly starts building up on the stage and near ringside, and the ‘tron comes to life with Leon’s video package. At 34 seconds, when Jimmi starts in with his lyrics, an explosion happens at the pyro and as soon as Leon “Purple” Hayze first is revealed from the smoke, two single pillars of purple fire shoot to either side of him as he spins around twice with his arms outstretched. He lurches back and forth from side to side, as if stoned, slapping hands with the fans down the aisle. When he hits the ring, he hops up onto the apron in a smooth motion, springs up to the top rope, and jumps into the ring. As he lands to his feet, he runs over and hits the second rope on a turnbuckle that faces the ramp, Alpha Title in hand and lifts it to the rafters.
Freddy Whoa: The brand new Alpha Champion is here!
Zach Davis: And not long behind is the former Alpha Champ! Luke Force is pummeling Leon Hayze on the entrance ramp! Force with clubbing rights and lefts to Hayze before setting him up and….Russian Leg Sweep onto the entrance ramp! Did you hear the noise that made?!
Freddy Whoa: Well I heard and so did Ethan King because he is sprinting up the ramping and has taken out Luke Force with a flying knee! He stands over Force for a moment but here come Force’s partner Gemu from the backstage area! And now he and King are brawling their way back to ringside!
As King and Gemu exchanging strikes down the ramp, Hayze and Force recover simultaneously but Force catches the Alpha Champion with a low blow, doubling Hayze over. He grabs Hayze by the hair and whips him into the steel stairs and comes charging after him.
Zach Davis: Hayze moved out of the way and Force just smashed knee first into those steel stairs! He flipped right over the stairs with all that moment as the referee is out to check on him.
Trying to restore order back to the match, the referee orders Hayze back to his own corner. Force shoves the referee off of him and then heads back to his corner while the scrum between Gemu and King has made its way inside the ring which is good enough for the referee who calls for the bell to start this match.
Freddy Whoa: King grabs Gemu and whips him into the ropes but Gemu hops to the middle and comes flying back with a cross body which is slid under by King who bounces off the ropes and goes for a leaping clothesline.
Zach Davis: Which is ducked by Gemu as King bounces again off the far ropes only to come back to a flying head scissor from Gemu! No, King stalled him at the top and attempts to toss the high flyer onto his back but Gemu manages to over-rotate and land on his feet bringing him face to face with King.
The crowd cheers their momentary stalemate and show of athleticism but King doesn’t rest long as he bounces again off the far ropes then gets caught with an arm drag by Gemu. King back up, another arm drag sends him down. King up a third time, this time he’s met with a drop toe hold that Gemu quickly follows up with a dropkick right to the face of King. He then hits a flipping leg drop and goes in for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Kickout from the Ironheart! He was stunned by the flurry but this is the man that lasted over three hours in this year’s War!
Gemu knows that as well and grabs Ethan for his Endogēmu, acid drop neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: He’s looking for the End Game! NO! Ethan held onto the ropes and Gemu went flying off allowing Ethan to lunge toward his corner and make the tag to Leon Hayze!
Freddy Whoa: And Leon Hayze is ready to go! He just nailed a dropkick on Gemu as he was trying to get to his corner! Gemu back up and another dropkick right on his chin. Before Gemu can make it all the way to his feet, Hayze is quick to catch him with a short hurricarana, smashing his head directly into the mat! A pin!
NO! He just got his shoulder up. That was absurdly close.
Zach Davis: And Luke Force nowhere to be found. I’m not even sure he was watching what was going on in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think he exactly cares for tag matches, Zach.
Hayze is quick to pull up Gemu, scoops him and then hangs him in a tree of woe before backing off as the referee warns him. Leon is then quick to run back in with a nasty dropkick right to his upside down opponent’s face!
Freddy Whoa: SHATTER OG!
Zach Davis: That real sticky icky!
Freddy Whoa: What?
Zach Davis: That bubonic chronic!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t get it.
With Leon in complete control he heads to the top rope, setting up for his shooting star press.
Zach Davis: Is it time for Hayzed and Confused?! Gemu is down after that Shatter OG, this could end it!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Force just lunged at Hayze from the apron and drilled him with a forearm shot, sending Hayze FLYING to the outside of the ring!
Force gives a smirk and begins yelling at Gemu to get after Hayze. Gemu, logically, is crawling toward Force for a tag though.
Zach Davis: Gemu looking for a tag!
Freddy Whoa: And Force….wanting none of it?! He’s not reaching out his hand at all. In fact, he’s just barking at Gemu to go get after the downed Hayze!
Gemu is up to his feet and is arguing with Force who is still shaking his head, refusing to be tagged in. Finally Gemu grows frustrated and sprints towards the ropes absolutely launching himself up and over.
Zach Davis: Corkscrew plancha from Gemu onto Hayze! Both men down on the outside! Looks like Gemu is first to show signs of life, up on all fours now...FROG SPLASH FROM NOWHERE BY ETHAN KING!
Unbeknownst to the competitors outside, King had climbed to the top and has just driven himself down across the back of Gemu with a huge frog splash. Seeing the chaos outside, Luke Force now enters the ring.
Freddy Whoa: King is slow to his feet on the outside and Force bounces off the far ropes, running towards the three bodies on the outside….No? He just stops? And poses?
Zach Davis: Yup, he’s not going to dive into the fray out there, instead turning around and giving the crowd what they really want: a one-man pose down by the Irresistible Force!
Freddy Whoa: Springboard forearm from Ethan King! Force took his eyes off the competition for a moment and King made him pay!
Force rolls back to his corner to avoid any additional skirmish while Ethan helps his partner Leon roll Gemu back into the ring.
Zach Davis: Ethan King has been and done a lot of things here in the WCF but he’s always been able to work as part of a team here. The Pride, #BeachKrew, Everest, he knows how to get things done as part of a unit and looks like he’s trying to show the same to Leon here.
Leon smiles and pats Ethan on the shoulder earnestly thanking him while King points in the ring and tells him to get after Gemu. Leon gives a relaxed nod and a slow climb back into the ring allowing Gemu time to again reach for Force who this time hops off the apron to avoid the tag.
Freddy Whoa: What is Force doing?! He’s refusing to even get into this match! What a coward!
Zach Davis: What a strategist! These other three beat the holy hell from each other and then he just comes in fresh as a daisy! Win for him AND his team!
Gemu however follows Force outside the ring as the two begin arguing. Force grabs a beer from a fan and hands it to Gemu, telling him to cool it.
Freddy Whoa: Did he just take that beer from a fan?
Zach Davis: I think so. And now Hayze is taking flight! Hayze with a suicide dive through the ropes toward his bickering opponents!
Freddy Whoa: No! He’s met with Saporro Misutu!!!
Zach Davis: You mean….he spit beer in his face!
Freddy Whoa: And Hayze is blinded!
Zach Davis: It’s just beer why is he blinded?
Freddy Whoa: Because wrestling!
Hayze clutches at his eyes as the Saporro has totally harshed his mellow and now Force and Gemu both put the boots to Hayze. King storms the ring to launch himself again but the referee stops him.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like the referee is trying to get a handle on this one before it becomes another four-man pile up.
Zach Davis: So he’s stopping King but letting the double team happen on the outside? To restore order? That doesn’t make any sense, Freddy! Why would he do that?
Freddy Whoa: Because wrestling! You’re really the worst today, Zach.
Hayze has had a mudhole stomped in him by his opponents who finally roll him back into the ring. Force is up on the apron and Gemu climbs the turnbuckle in their corner, setting up for the shooting star ddt, Gēmuōbā!
Zach Davis: Tag from Luke Force!
Freddy Whoa: And Gemu has a look of disbelief! He was about to hit his finisher and secure this match but now Force finally wants in! Force slides in between the ropes and stalks Hayze who slowly, staggeredly gets to his feet...FOOT OF FORCE! What a superkick to Leon Hayze!
Hayze is sent flying back into his corner while Force turns his back to strike another bicep-flexing pose directed toward his own teammate.
Zach Davis: Force kicked Hayze so hard it sent him directly into his own corner and...Ethan King!
Seeing Force distracted Ethan has climbed to the top rope. Force turns around slowly, expecting to see a downed Hayze but instead gets a front-flipping Ethan King with a blockbuster from the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Panacea! Force is down but not for long; King snatches him back up and is going to end it with his underhook ddt….FLATLINE!
Zach Davis: NO! Force slips out and grabs The Iron Heart by the head! FU!
Freddy Whoa: NO! King has the RKO scout and shoves Force off, sending him careening into Gemu who hits the floor hard! Force stumbles back to the center of the ring and SHATTER THE CLOUDS! King coldcocks him! A pin!
Zach Davis: That’s it, The Hardcore and Alpha Champion take this one!
Freddy Whoa: A great win for Leon Hayze who worked smoothly alongside Ethan King. The bickering between Force and Gemu may have been the difference here tonight.
Zach Davis: Yeah, Ethan King put on a small clinic here on how to work WITH a tag partner but that’s part of that experience edge he’s has over these other three.
Freddy Whoa: Luke Force and Gemu are guys to watch here in the Dub to be certain though. Next time, things might turn out differently.
Tag Team Titles Match
Kyle Kemp/Teo del Sol vs The Risen vs Mushroom Mandingo
Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a three-way dance tag team match scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCF Tag Team Championship!
The crowd cheers at the announcement.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the challengers, first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 208 lbs, Kyle Kemp!
"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.
Freddy Whoa: It will be interesting to see these strange bedfellows try to cooperate in this WCF Tag Team Championship match!
Davis: No kidding, the events of Helloween must still be fresh on their minds as they gun for Mikey eXtreme and possibly the Omega Championship!
Kyle Steel: And his partner, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 188 lbs, Teo del Sol!
The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat 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. "The Pretender" by Foo Fighters echoing throughout the arena.
With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Teo del Sol springs onto the entrance ramp, the red and white scarred mask covering his face. The audience roars as he holds his arms out and bathing momentarily in the applause before heading towards the ramp with a sprint.
He makes a lap around the side of the ring high fiving the fans along the way. The mask wears a happy grin as he rolls between the ropes, staring out into the arena 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. Just as the lyrics hit their zenith, he stands atop the turnbuckle and removes the mask to reveal the wrestler beneath. He turns and steps back into the ring, waiting for the bell.
Zach Davis: Here comes del Sol, let's see how badly he wants the WCF Tag Team Championship, even if Kyle Kemp IS his partner.
Whoa: There's something about gold that drives mortal men insane.
Davis: Yeah yeah, "one ring to rule them all..."
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, making their WCF debut, accompanied to the ring by Theresa McShane, at a combined weight of 463 lbs, Kyle Madden and RH Marius, The Risen!
"Self Destruct" by This Cold Life enters the arena and The Risen makes their way from the back, with Madden having his back to the crowd and Marius walking out with a smirk on his face. They are soon joined by Theresa McShane, who looks on with a smile on her face and her arms folded. Madden turns to see the crowd, then stands in front of Marius, who throws his arms up repeatedly to hype up the crowd. Madden drops to one knee and lowers his head, and Marius stands behind him with his head lowered. At the :16 mark of the song, they both throw their heads up and spread their arms apart, making gun gestures with their hands. Theresa stands behind them, making the same gun gestures pointed forward. Madden springs up to his feet, and the trio then goes down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans they pass by. Madden and Marius soon enter the ring and hop onto separate turnbuckles, spreading their arms apart with the same gun gestures as before. The Risen hops down onto the ring and remove their vests, which are received by Theresa, before preparing for the match.
Zach Davis: Here come the newcomers to WCF! Let's see if they can back up their bravado!
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 443 lbs and *shudder* a combined measured manhood at 25 inches, they are the current reigning and defending WCF Tag Team Champions, “The South Street Menace” Jayson Price and “Relentless” Andre Holmes, Mushroom Mandingo!
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 law of dicks never touching must be obeyed.
Freddy Whoa: Poor Kyle Steel, having to announce 25 inches of manhood.
Davis: In Mushroom Mandingo's eyes, that should be an honor! But to most of us, it's a statistic we probably could have gone without hearing...
The referee collects the WCF Tag Team Championship belts from Mushroom Mandingo and holds them up high, representing the prize these three teams are fighting for. Madden and Price opt to start the match off as the other teams make their way to their respective corners.
Madden and Price circle each other in the center of the ring, each looking for an advantage at the start of the contest. However, Price brings his hands up and backs up into his corner. Holmes looks on in confusion, but he soon realizes what’s going on when he sees his partner point at Theresa on the outside.
Jayson Price: Who the FUCK is that…? Hey gorgeous, let’s see some tits before you witness greatness in action.
Theresa is initially taken aback by the comment, but soon forms a coy smile across her face. She reaches down for the bottom of her shirt and begins to pull it up… but instead lets go and turns her hand upwards, flipping Price off with a laugh. Price, annoyed at having his lustful desires go unfulfilled, heads over to the ropes where Theresa is, but the distraction allows Madden to catch him off guard with a school boy.
1… 2… Kickout.
Freddy Whoa: Price's urges are catching up to him!
Zach Davis: No kidding, we almost saw an upset right then and there.
Price pops up and points at Madden, who bats away his hand and goes for a shoot kick. Price sidesteps the move and trips Madden up, landing on him for a pin.
Madden then catches Price with an arm drag, but Price soon returns the favor with one of his own. The stalemate ends when both men attempt a dropkick, landing on the canvas before turning to face each other, gaining the appreciation of the audience. Price soon looks over at his corner and nods before tagging in Holmes, who enters the ring and immediately gets in Madden’s face. The two back off and circle around each other, but the tense moment is broken when Madden feels a slap on his shoulder. All signs point to Kyle Kemp, who enters the ring and demands that Madden leave. Madden begrudgingly complies, as Kemp turns and is met with a running elbow strike to the side of the head. Holmes rains down stomps and kicks to Kemp’s midsection before backing off and charging towards the corner. Kemp dodges a splash and delivers a thunderous knife edge chop, sending an echo throughout the arena. Kemp unleashes another chop before whipping Holmes off of the ropes. Kemp delivers a dropkick to Holmes and then goes for the cover.
1… 2… Kickout.
Zach Davis: Beautiful dropkick from Kemp! No matter how you feel about his attitude, his in-ring skills can certainly back it up!
Kemp then uses an arm wrench on Holmes and soon spots del Sol wanting a tag. Kemp scoffs at his “partner’s” attempt to get into the match and instead twists, slamming Holmes’ arm down on the canvas. Del Sol is not happy at Kemp’s strategy, but Kemp lets his partner’s anger wash over him like a cloud of gnats as he hooks a hammerlock in on the grounded Holmes. Price commands Holmes to rise using the power of his manhood, and Holmes seemingly responds in kind by forcing himself to his feet and going behind Kemp, hoisting Kemp up and slamming him down with a back suplex. Holmes makes it to the cover.
Zach Davis: Holmes with the back suplex! Will this do it?
1… 2… Kickout.
Freddy Whoa: Not even close, babyyy!
Kemp stumbles up to one knee and as he flails his arm, del Sol reaches out and sneaks a tag in. Kemp looks flabbergasted as del Sol rushes past his partner and leaps up, delivering a hurracanrana to Holmes. Del Sol delivers a flurry of kicks to Holmes, who manages to catch one and now holds del Sol by the foot. However, del Sol uses this as a chance to backflip out of the grip and deliver a roundhouse kick, falling on Holmes for the pin.
1… 2… Kickout.
Freddy Whoa: del Sol showing off his athleticism!
Zach Davis: And his striking ability! Even *I* felt that roundhouse kick!
Del Sol brings Holmes up to his feet, but is promptly met with an elbow to the midsection. Holmes ducks under another roundhouse kick before hooking del Sol for a half and half suplex, tossing del Sol to the canvas, which is met with an “OHH!” from the crowd. Marius reaches out and manages to tag del Sol to enter the match. Marius rushes towards Holmes and drops him with a clothesline, then throws another one once his opponent rises to his feet. Marius then whips Holmes off of the ropes and tosses him high with a big back body drop. Holmes goes towards the empty corner and Marius greets him with a charging shoulder thrust. Theresa applauds her client as Marius then takes Holmes down with a big back suplex. Marius hooks the leg.
1… 2… Kickout.
Freddy Whoa: Close call by the newcomers!
Zach Davis: Holmes is certainly no slouch in that ring, but Marius damn near compressed his spine with that back suplex.
Marius picks Holmes up, but Holmes sneaks in a quick kick to the shin of Marius, sending him down to one knee. Price tags in and Mushroom Mandingo use their manly powers to deliver a double dropkick to the face of Marius, sending him down. Price utilizes a series of stomps, then bounces off the ropes and drops his knee across Marius’ face. Price takes the opportunity to showboat, specifically pointing at Theresa, who encourages Marius to get to his feet. Price grounds Marius with a sleeper hold while talking trash all the live long day. Kemp and del Sol look on intently, ignoring each other in the process, as Holmes cheers Price on and Madden pounds the turnbuckles, wanting to get back into the match. Marius soon begins to rally the crowd behind him and makes it to his feet, elbowing out of the submission. Price, however, has other plans and instead tosses Marius with a release belly to belly suplex. Price pulls Marius towards the center of the ring and covers the newcomer.
1… 2… Madden breaks up the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Madden barely breaks up the pin off of that belly to belly!
Davis: One thing's for sure, Mushroom Mandingo's antics have certainly endeared them to certain sections of the audience.
Madden is told to return to his corner, which he does so. Price tags in Holmes and the two deliver a double vertical suplex to Marius as Holmes covers.
1… 2… Kickout.
Holmes then brings Marius up by the hair and decides to tag in Kemp, telling him that Mushroom Mandingo will allow him to prove his manliness to the champs.
Jayson Price: Spoiler alert, he can’t!
Kemp disregards the comments of the defending champions and drops Marius with a neckbreaker, covering him afterwards.
1… 2… Kickout.
Zach Davis: Close call off the neckbreaker.
Whoa: I'm still very surprised Kemp and del Sol have kept it together without erupting into World War 3 here!
Zach Davis: No kidding, I've seen Muslims and Jews who have a better sense of camaraderie than those two!
Marius tries to smack himself in the head to regain his senses, knowing he has his work cut out for him. Kemp then backs up into the vacant corner and signals that the end is nigh. Kemp rushes towards Marius and looks for the Stun Gun, but Marius elbows out of the move. Kemp throws a clothesline, but Marius ducks under and hits the Revolver spinning backfist. Kemp falls to the mat as Marius collapses at the same time. Madden pounds the turnbuckles to try and get a tag. Kemp looks over at del Sol wanting a tag, but decides he would rather tag in anyone BUT del Sol and instead crawls towards Mushroom Mandingo’s corner. Kemp tags in Holmes as Marius manages to tag Madden back in. Madden ducks under a clothesline and throws a series of shoot kicks to Holmes’ chest and leg. Madden finishes his flurry with a dropkick, knocking Holmes down. Madden spots Price entering the ring and delivers a big shoot kick to the chest, temporarily knocking the wind out of Price. Madden spots Holmes rising to his knees and soon hits a big kick to the chest before turning and hitting Price with one of his own. Madden exchanges kicks between the champs, which are ended when Holmes ducks under one intended for his head and rolls Madden up. However, with an impressive degree of strength, Holmes deadlifts Madden for a powerbomb, sending him straight into an enzuigiri from Price! Madden is then slammed to the canvas as Holmes stays on him for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: WOW! What strength from Andre Holmes!
1… 2… Kickout!
Zach Davis: I thought for sure that would have ended things!
The champs then bring a dazed Madden to his feet and attempt another double vertical suplex. However, Madden surprises Holmes with a knee strike to the top of his head, allowing the champ to release his hold on Madden, who then lands on his feet and hits a snap suplex on Price. Madden gets to his feet and tries to get the crowd on his side, but del Sol, itching to get into the match and knowing all hell was gonna break loose sooner or later, springs off the ropes and hits a crossbody on Madden. Del Sol spots Madden to the outside, where Price is as well. Del Sol runs and gains steam from bouncing off of the opposite ropes before launching onto Price and Madden with a running plancha! However, Holmes is back to his feet and he knocks Marius off of the apron before bouncing off of the opposite ropes as well. Holmes hits the Heat Seeking Missile on del Sol, gaining a big reaction from the crowd. Holmes re-enters the ring and sees Marius on the outside. Holmes then rushes towards him, but before he can hit the Heat Seeking Missile, Marius spins and nails Holmes with the Revolver! Holmes is on the ropes and Marius re-enters the ring, just as Madden re-enters and swings on the ropes, hitting Holmes with a tiger feint kick. The 6-1-NEIN is then completed with a fluid German suplex from Marius, causing the crowd to cheer. Madden hooks the leg of Holmes.
Zach Davis: Very fluid teamwork!
Whoa: Will this be it?!
1… 2… Kemp breaks up the pin!
Kemp ducks under a clothesline from Marius and delivers a German suplex of his own, sending the big man to the outside. Del Sol, having tagged himself in through Holmes, soon re-enters the ring and Kemp urges his “partner” to stand back and let him finish off his opponents. Del Sol correctly points out that he is the legal man and refuses to leave the ring, instead hooking Madden for a tornado DDT. He springs off the ropes, but Madden hangs on and swing del Sol into Kemp, knocking his partner down! Madden then hits a northern lights suplex and bridges for the pin.
Del Sol uses his strength to raise himself up from the pin and spins Madden around and into a backslide.
1… 2… Kickout!
Zach Davis: Del Sol's still the clear crowd favorite! The fans may not actively dislike The Risen, but they sure wanna see the Habanero High Dive take home the win!
Kemp returns to the ring, unhappy at the miscommunication, and tosses del Sol aside. Kemp is then surprised with a kick to the midsection from Madden, followed by Madden hooking Kemp’s arm and spinning him into the Clip Unload! Del Sol then leaps up and hits another big roundhouse kick, connecting with the side of Madden’s head. However, as Madden collapses, Price returns to the ring and levels del Sol with the Price Check! Price collapses on the canvas as all four men are down in the ring, with the crowd rising to their feet and cheering and applauding the match they’re seeing. Marius and Holmes soon re-enter the ring, with Holmes catching a charging Marius with a Samoan drop, followed by the standing shooting star press to complete the Shooting Star Samoan combo.
Freddy Whoa: Damn, welcome to WCF, RH Marius!
Holmes looks on and listens to the crowd’s reaction, but before he knows it, Kemp returns to the ring and drops Holmes with the Stun Gun. Holmes rolls to the outside as Price returns to the apron. He sneaks a blind tag in on Madden before forcefully tossing him to the outside. Price and Kemp soon exchange forearm strikes, which ends when Price hits a Price Check on Kemp! Kemp is staggering as Price then heads back to the corner and lunges at Kemp, nailing the Ten Ton Hammer with resounding effect. Price begins to showboat to the crowd, but del Sol rolls him up!
1… 2… Kickout!
Freddy Whoa: Wow! That was another close call! This is a very heated contest.
Zach Davis: No kidding!
Del Sol soon returns to his feet and dodges a kick from Price before springing off of the ropes and hitting a tornado DDT on Price! Del Sol hops to the apron and showboats for a bit before launching into the Habanero High Dive! Del Sol lands on Price and hooks both legs!
1… 2… Holmes tries to return to the ring, but Kemp nails him with Back to the Minors! 3!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners and NEW WCF Tag Team Champions, Kyle Kemp and Teo del Sol!
Zach Davis: Oh no! The most fragile friendship we've seen has done the unthinkable!
Whoa: Kemp and del Sol were ready to kill each other after Helloween, and now they're the WCF Tag Team Champions?!
Zach Davis: This is certainly an interesting situation! I don't think Kemp has realized what's happened!
Del Sol stands up from the pin and celebrates his victory, showboating to the fans. Kemp receives the WCF Tag Team title belt and holds it up, bragging about how better he is than everyone. Kemp soon looks down at the belt and his smirk fades as he realizes who he’s won the titles with. Kemp slowly turns and sees del Sol with the tag team title belt as well. Both men come towards the center of the ring as The Risen and Theresa McShane make their way to the back, disappointed at the outcome. Kemp raises his title and jabs del Sol in the chest with his finger, proclaiming himself better than del Sol, who responds by raising his title to a more positive reception. Outside of the ring, Holmes gathers Price and helps him to his feet, looking on in dismay. Mushroom Mandingo began going over a manly strategy to regain the titles as Kemp and del Sol continue to argue in the ring about who the better tag team champion is.
Television Title Match
Jacob Black vs John Rabid
Zach Davis: And here we go with this week's WCF Television Championship match, as John Rabid, also the World Champion, attempts to extend his record-breaking TV Title reign.
Freddy Whoa: But, in order to do that, he's going to have to get through Jacob Black, a promising newcomer who has explicitly made it his goal to tear down iconic professional wrestlers, and you have to imagine that there is no bigger metaphorical trophy that he could place on his mantle than a victory over John Rabid.
Zach: Of course, there would also be a literal trophy there . . . you know, the belt.
Freddy Whoa: I guess so.
The bell rings to kick things off, and the two men meet at center ring. John Rabid actually reaches out and offers a handshake to Jacob Black, but Black slaps the champion's hand away, drawing an audible "ooo" from the crowd. Rabid chuckles in response.
Zach Davis: A show of disrespect there from the upstart, but let's not pretend that John Rabid doesn't know how to deal with that sort of behavior. Heck, he practically invented it.
Black and Rabid engage each other in a collar and elbow tie-up at the center of the ring. They continue to grapple for an extended period of time, but neither one of them gets a clear advantage.
Freddy Whoa: These two are very evenly matched from a physical standpoint and both have strong technical wrestling backgrounds, though Black prefers to complement his technical prowess with some brawling, while Rabid leans a bit more towards the high flying side of things.
The lockup continues in a virtual stalemate for a few more seconds until, somehow, Jacob Black lets loose with a burst of energy and manages to push John Rabid back into one of the corners. The official reaches in between the two of them and calls for a break, but Black refuses, continuing to hold Rabid against the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: I'm not sure exactly what Black is going for here . . .
Freddy Whoa: He's not doing any physical damage here, but I think that he's trying to gain a psychological advantage over Rabid, just holding him place to show that he can.
Black's arrogance gets the best of him, though, as Rabid manages to climb up to the second rope as his back is up against the turnbuckles. This puts Black at a disadvantage in terms of leverage and gives Rabid an opportunity to slip out of the lock up. From there, the dual champion continues to hold one of his opponent's arms, then leaping off the ropes and flipping over Black's head, transitioning into an armdrag that sends Jacob Black flying into the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: A little bit of lucha libre-inspired action from the World Champion!
Freddy Whoa: We saw El Payaso Loco and El Enigmatico in our opener, but John Rabid just executed that maneuver as well as either of them could.
As soon as Jacob Black hits the mat, John Rabid bounces off the ropes and comes back with a basement dropkick to Black's ribs while he is still down.
Freddy Whoa: Rabid transitions into a chinlock now, holding the challenger to the mat in an effort to wear him down.
Zach Davis: Excellent technique on the chinlock here being demonstrated by the champion, as he's making Jacob Black carry the entirety of his weight, which cuts off his air supply all the more.
Freddy Whoa: This truly is an expert chinlock . . . do you think that he learned a thing or two from that pair of matches against the late, great Johnny Chinlock?
Zach Davis: Quite possibly.
Jacob Black continues to struggle in the chinlock for quite some time until he eventually gets an idea.
Jacob Black: Ref, his feet are on the ropes!
The official gets out of position to check on whether Rabid's feet are on the ropes, which, of course, they are not. However, in that split second, Black manages to reach back over his own head and thumb John Rabid in the eye, blinding him and breaking up the hold.
Freddy Whoa: Black uses a tactic there that would have been worthy of John Rabid himself just a few short months ago!
While the World Champion instinctively tends to his bad eye, the New Era sets upon him, unloading with several hard stomps to the torso. Rabid works to scoot away, but Black follows him, continuing to stomp, and ultimately corralling his opponent back in the corner, where he stomps a mudhole in the Brit.
Zach Davis: Jacob Black is showing some true ruthlessness, and . . .
Before Zach can complete his sentence, there is a disturbance at the announcers' desk, as Sidney J. Warwick has snuck up on Davis and Whoa, producing a spare headset kept at the table and placing it over his ears.
Sidney: Hello, Freddy and Zach!
Freddy Whoa: What are you doing out here?
Sidney: Let's just say that I'm out to do some up-close-and-personal scouting for the upcoming main event of ONE.
Jacob Black, having been admonished by the referee, yanks John Rabid out of the corner and launches him to the center of a mat with a big hiptoss.
Sidney: Ooo, that's gotta smart!
Zach Davis: Do I need to remind you what happened the last time that you were ringside for one of John Rabid's matches? You had a whistle shoved down your throat and nearly choked to death!
Sidney: Yes, Zach, but that wouldn't have happened but for the interference of a young man by the name of Chris Cardell, and where is Chris Cardell these days?
Freddy Whoa: I don't think that I've seen him since that match.
After the hiptoss, Black picks Rabid up off of the mat and shoots him into the ropes. When the dual champion approaches his opponent, Black grabs him snugly around the hips and tosses him skyward with a belly-to-belly suplex.
Zach Davis: Are you trying to imply that you had something to do with Chris Cardell disappearing from this company?
Sidney: Come on, Zach, let's focus on the action. Jacob Black is solidly in control of John Rabid right now! I like what I'm seeing from this kid!
Freddy Whoa: I'm pretty sure that he's older than y . . .
Sidney: Jacob Black waits for Rabid to get up to his feet and unleashes with a brutal spinning uppercut! He's measuring him . . . and there's a second spinning uppercut!
Rabid, in an effort to break his opponent's momentum, rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope to take a breather on the floor. However, as soon as he does, he sees that Sidney Warwick is now sitting at the announce table. Warwick does nothing to confront his rival, but Rabid's body tenses up, now knowing that he has to watch two opponents instead of one. However, as he walks towards the announce table staring down the Omega Champion, Jacob Black leaps off the ring apron and slams his fits into Rabid's back with a double axe handle that sends the champion spilling chest-first over the announce desk.
Sidney: Powee zowee!
Freddy Whoa: Powee zowee?
Sidney: Yeah, I'm trying out new announcer catchphrases. You like it?
Jacob Black, smelling blood - though not literally - Irish whips John Rabid towards the guardrail, but Rabid uses the momentum to his advantage, executing a beautiful vertical leap that puts him on top of the railing, which he then pushes off of in order to hit a moonsault body block on to a standing Jacob Black.
Zach Davis: And that right there shows you why John Rabid is one of the best in the game! He's always looking for a fresh opening that he can exploit!
Sidney: Just like most heterosexual men, am I right?
Zach Davis: Ugh.
Both men are down for a few moments to recover, while the official has reached a count of eight, periodically stopping to admonish the wrestlers to come back into the ring. Of the two, John Rabid is up first, and he rolls Jacob Black under the bottom rope, then climbing on to the ring apron himself.
Freddy Whoa: We'll see if the World Champion can build some momentum after an impressive run on offense by the upstart Jacob Black.
Instead of getting back into the ring himself, Rabid ascends to the top rope as Jacob Black slowly gets to his feet. The crowd begins to buzz in anticipation of what might be coming next.
Zach Davis: TOP ROPE SPINNING WHEEL KICK!
Freddy Whoa: Rabid goes in for the cover!
Zach Davis: But Jacob Black kicks out!
Sidney: I think his error there was going for the standard lateral press. A jackknife hold or an O' Connor roll would've distributed the wrestlers' weights in a manner more advantageous to Rabid, plus it would've gotten him some extra style points.
Freddy Whoa: There are no "style points" in professional wrestling.
Sidney: But there should be.
Zach Davis: Rabid is up substantially before Black, as you would expect him to be, and he is waiting on his opponent to get up . . .
Freddy Whoa: SLING BLADE! Jacob Black goes down from another high impact move by John Rabid!
Rather than going all the way down, Black falls down on to his hands and knees; this creates an opportunity for the World Champion.
Zach Davis: V-TRIGGER KNEE!
Sidney: Did you ever notice that this guy fights like the create-a-wrestler of a New Japan fanboy?
Zach Davis: I'm going to ignore that.
Freddy Whoa: Rabid goes for the cover again . . .
Zach Davis: Jacob Black kicks out once more!
Freddy Whoa: He's definitely worse for wear, though. He's barely moving after that kickout.
John Rabid signals to the crowd that he's going for the finish. He lifts a mostly limp Jacob Black up from the ground and sinks in a crossface chicken wing submission.
Freddy Whoa: The Confessor!
Zach Davis: We saw Teo Del Sol pass out from the pain of that hold two weeks ago on Slam, and, if Teo can't handle it, you have to wonder if Jacob Black will fare any better!
Freddy Whoa: Rabid is choosing to maintain a vertical base with the hold for the time being, but, if he falls back to the mat and bodyscissors Jacob, I can virtually guarantee that it will be the end of the New Era.
Before that can occur, Jacob Black again takes advantage of the positioning of the referee, waiting for a moment when he would be unable to notice and reaching back with his leg, mule kicking Rabid low.
Sidney: SMASH THE PATRIARCHY!
Freddy Whoa: Black took a calculated risk there. He could have been disqualified if the referee caught him, but he would almost have certainly lost the match and his TV Title opportunity if Rabid had that hold on much longer.
Though the Ripper is reeling from having his family jewels smashed, Jacob Black is not in much better shape after having taken several big offensive moves from his opponent. Black spends a few moments trying to catch his breath.
Sidney: Since we've got some downtime in the match, can I interest you in some information on my new political action committee?
Zach Davis: Shouldn't you be off preparing for your own title defense later tonight?
Freddy Whoa: Really, shouldn't you be doing anything take keeps you away from me and Zach?
Jacob Black, still staggered, walks over to the World Champion and catches him square in the jaw with a forearm. And another. And then a third. John Rabid is rocked and falls to his knees. Seeing an opportunity, Black bounces back into the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Dropkick by the challenger!
Rabid goes down but pops up quickly, only to be dropkicked by a waiting Jacob Black for the second time.
Zach Davis: I've read about this one, Freddy! Black likes to use a series of three dropkicks to wear his opponents down before a big finish, and we've just seen two of them . . .
With a look of amazement on his face, perhaps not quite believing how close he's come to unseating the World Champion, Jacob Black throws himself back into the ropes once more, this time coming off with a picture perfect dropkick, getting full extension with his right leg and putting the flat of his boot directly into John Rabid's nose. That very same nose then explodes with a massive spray of blood, which splatters across the referee's shirt.
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOAAAAAAA!
Zach Davis: The World Champion might have just suffered a broken nose!
Though this normally wouldn't be his finish, Jacob Black sees an opportunity and covers the Television Champion, taking his right forearm and grinding it against the bridge of Rabid's nose as he does so. The official, who was occupied wiping blood off of his face, is a bit slow getting down to make the count.
Sidney: I've got to do something!
Freddy Whoa: What?
Sidney J. Warwick shoots up from the announce table, throwing his headset to the side, and clambers up on to the ring apron.
Warwick begins yelling at the referee.
Sidney: This man has been injured and is entitled to a reasonable workplace accommodation under the Americans with Disabilities Act before this match goes any further!
Though Jacob Black wants the World Title and does not get off of John Rabid, the referee is distracted by SJW's antics and fails to make the three count. A few moments after the official's hand normally would have slapped the canvas for the third time, Rabid kicks out of the pinning combination.
Zach Davis: Jacob Black is rightfully pissed off! He's blowing his stack in the ring!
Warwick hops off of the apron and down to the floor, with Jacob Black shooting out between the ropes to go after him. SJW runs and a chase is on around the ring while John Rabid slowly gets back up to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: We were having a hell of a professional wrestling match until liberal elite idiot stuck his nose in! Now it's just a sideshow attraction!
The chase around the ring continues. Inside the squared circle, John Rabid has regained a vertical base and is trying to head to the floor himself, but the referee holds him back, perhaps thinking that he and Warwick are in cahoots. While the ref is busy with Rabid, Sidney stops running and plants his boot into Jacob Black's gut, doubling him over. He then grabs Black and lifts him in a gutchwrench position . . .
Zach Davis: SJW GIVES JACOB BLACK A WHITE KNIGHT ON TO THE STEEL RING STEPS!
Freddy Whoa: He did the same thing to Alex Richards at the conclusion of Hellimination!
Sidney rolls Jacob Black back into the ring.
Zach Davis: Black is totally out of it now!
Freddy Whoa: Did either Rabid or the referee see what happened out there? They both seemed pretty occupied with each other!
Zach Davis: V TRIGGER FROM RABID TO BLACK! That's the second one of the match!
Freddy Whoa: The World Champion covers in an effort to retain his Television Title!
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, and STILL WCF Television Champion, JOHN RABID!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell did we just see?!
Zach Davis: SJW and Rabid worked pretty effectively as a team at Helloween, but I assumed that, with the UCI feud over, they'd be back at each other's throats!
The camera crew catches a smirk spreading across Sidney Warwick's face as he heads back up the aisle, away from the ring. Meanwhile, inside the ring, John Rabid seems just as confused as our announcers were, though his facial expression also communicates that he's aware that, whatever is going on, SJW is up to no good.
Omega Title Match
Adam Young vs Sidney J. Warwick
Voice- Who's ready to get sick?
"Notorious" by Adelitas Way starts playing as the lights fade down to just one single white light at the entrance and smoke filtering threw it. Out steps Adam Young.
Fans- You sick bastard!
Adam smiles as the music kicks in and several white lights start flying around the arena. A single spot light is right on every move of Adam as he heads towards the ring with Reggie right behind him with Adam's pet Anatolian goat, Pepe. Fans- You sick bastard! Adam stops and pets Pepe just before kissing him on the top of his head right between his horns. Pepe is wearing a "1 Sick Bastard" plackard. Adam circles the ring twice and then climbs up on the apron where he wipes his feet before stepping inside the squared circle. Adam walks to the middle of the ring to await the entrance of Sideny Warwick.
Zach Davis: Coming off a loss last week at Helloween in the Clockwork House of Orange match, Adam Young is looking to make a big statement here tonight in singles competition taking on Omega Champion SJW.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, Zach, Adam has a big opportunity here. But he’s going to have to do more than he did in that match to take the championship from Warwick.
"Both Hands" by Ani DiFranco starts to play over the arena's sound system. Sidney J. Warwick enters. There is no pyro. There are no flashing lights. There is not even video playing on the big screen. Sidney walks down the aisle with a mild sneer on his face as he looks at the audience. He wipes his boots on the ring apron before entering through the ropes, then takes of his necktie and carefully folds it before handing it to the ring attendant. The crowd has a mixed reaction to him. As his music fades, Warwick stares intensely across the ring at Adam Young.
Freddy Whoa: Well it seems like the WCF crowd isn’t sure what to think of Warwick after he played a big part in getting the win for our team in that Hellimination match.
Zach Davis: I don’t expect it to last, Freddy! Take it away, Kyle!
The lights darken and a spotlight shines on the ring. The referee takes the Omega Championship from Sideny Warwick. He begins to pat both men down as Kyle Steele delivers introductions.
Kyle Steele: The following match is for the Omega Championship and is scheduled for one fall… introducing first. Hailing from Abilene, Texas, weighing in at 240 pounds, the challenger, ONE SICK BASTARD, ADDAAMMMMMM YOUNGGGGGGG!
The crowd cheers Adam Young, with portions chanting ‘Young! Young! Young!’ SJW dismisses them, continuing to stare a hole right through Young.
Kyle Steele: His opponent, hailing from Poughkeepsie, New York, weighing in at 265 pounds, the reigning OMEGA CHAMPION, The Prince of Poughkeepsie, SIDNEYYYYY WARRRRWICKKKKKK!
The referee holds up the title belt towards the crowd and shows it one last time to both Warwick and Young before the lights come on once again. DING! DING! DING!
Zach Davis: And here we go. Adam Young gets a shot to prove himself here outside of tag competition and the SJW of WCF needs to ward off taking any major damage before taking on John Rabid next month at One!
Freddy Whoa: Don’t get ahead of yourself, Zach, he needs to worry about what’s in front of him first – Adam Young!
Young and Warwick circle the ring a few times before Warwick slaps his chest and locks up with Young, walking him into the right corner turnbuckle. The referee steps into break them up and Warwick puts his hands up. Young begins to walk out of the corner and Warwick pokes him in his eye.
Zach Davis: A dirty move by SJW! That’s not very politically correct!
Freddy Whoa: Oh God, Za- Wait a minute! There’s a pin!
After the eye poke, Warwick rolls up Young, grabbing ahold of his tights.
Zach Davis: Young gets his shoulder up! Warwick almost won the match with an eye poke!
Warwick transitions right into a headlock on the mat, laying down for full effect. He snarls as the crowd boos the lack of action in the ring. He squeezes harder as the crowds disapproval grows. After a few moments, the crowd begins to stomp and clap to awake Young. He slowly gets up, throwing Warwick toward the ropes, breaking the hold. Warwick comes back towards young…
Zach Davis: EXPLODER SUPLEX!
Freddy Whoa: Woah!
Zach Davis: … yes, Woah, woah!
Young gets ahold of himself and pins SJW.
TW- NO! SJW isn’t having it and kicks out. Adam Young picks SJW up by his hair, punching him three times. He gives him a kick to the gut and runs towards the ropes. SJW counters with a HEEL TAKEDOWN! HE LOCKS HIM IN AN ANKLE LOCK!
Zach Davis: Unorthodox maneuver here by SJW, but this could be the end for Young!
Freddy Whoa: This is exactly what SJW wanted to do when he came into this match, make Young tap out right in the middle of that ring.
Young claws towards the bottom rope as SJW puts the pressure on. He crawls, inching his fingers closer to the rope...
Zach Davis: NO! WARWICK IS UP!
Warwick stops Young in his tracks, lifting up from the ankle lock and transitioning right into an STF onto Young, putting pressure on the same ankle further from the ropes. Young yells out in pain as SJW puts pressure on the hold!
Zach Davis: This could be it! How’s Young going to get out of this?!
SJW yells at Young, “tap! tap right now!” Young refuses to give up but continues to yell out in pain as the referee questions if he wants to continue. He tries to crawl towards the rope, but the grip of the hold doesn’t allow it. SJW squeezes harder on the face of Young… wait!
ADAM YOUNG TURNS OVER! HE FLIPS SJW OUT OF THE ANKLE LOCK! He’s out! YOUNG KICKS SJW IN THE ABDOMEN … DDT!
Zach Davis: A DDT TAKES SJW DOWN TO THE MAT! THIS COULD BE A COME BACK FOR ADAM YOUNG!
Freddy Whoa: This is it! He needs to do something big here, he’s hurt!
Young gets up to one fit and then begins to put pressure on the ankle SJW had the hold on! He falls back down to the mat unable to get up, holding his ankle. SJW tries to scramble back to his feet, still suffering the effects of the DDT by Young. He pulls himself up on the ropes, looking back toward Young who also begins to crawl toward the turnbuckle to get up.
Zach Davis: It seems like Warwick is lining up Young for something here! Warwick’s walking toward young…
Freddy Whoa: MY GOD!
SJW jumped up, striking Young right under his chin with a jumping knee strike. A huge blow to Young. He slowly falls toward the mat, but SJW rolls him up for the pin!
Zach Davis: HE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP! So close!
SJW goes to lift Young up… BUT YOUNG ROLLS UP SJW!
Zach Davis: NO! WOW! Adam Young nearly caught SJW with one of his own tricks!
The crowd popped for the switch-a-roo pulled by Young, but it wasn’t enough to put Warwick away and now both men are almost back on their feet. Young throws a punch at Warwick, but Warwick blocks it. HE HITS HIM WITH A THUMB TO THE THROAT! Young clutches his throat and stumbles into the corner!
Warwick takes a few steps back and charges towards Young… YOUNG COUNTERS! He scouted Warwick and threw him over his shoulder and over the top rope, onto the floor! He still falls to the mat, however, continuing to clutch his throat. The referee checks on him, asking if he’s okay as the crowd grows with anticipation. Young climbs back to his feet, finally able to catch his breath. Warwick climbs up the apron on the outside, but it leaves him vulnerable!
YOUNG GOES FOR A BASEBALL SLIDE… WARWICK DODGES! Young slips to the outside of the ring, but catches himself and remains on his feet. Warwick rolls back into the ring. Young goes to follow him. Warwick goes for a clothesline, YOUNG DODGES!
Young goes for a clothesline! WARWICK DODGES! Young turns around …
Zach Davis: SMALL PACKAGE BY SJW!
Freddy Whoa: That was 3!
Zach Davis: No it wasn’t, Freddy! Young’s still in this thing!
The crowd is nearly exasperated from all the pin attempts. Warwick looks shocked Young was able to kick out of the small package attempt. Warwick goes right back to Young and tries to put a sleeper-hold on him from behind… NECKBREAKER!
Zach Davis: What a move! SJW’s head snapped back like a spring!
Young gets back to his feet… punching Warwick, chopping Warwick, as the crowd responds with a ‘Woo’ every time.
Zach Davis: Man, look at SJW’s chest! It’s getting redder than a scolded dog!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell does that mean?!
Zach Davis: Well, Freddy, it- oh, here we go!
SJW dodged a fourth chop from Young. HE DODGED A PUNCH! OH! WARWICK DRIVES HIS SHOULDER INTO YOUNG’S KNEE!
Zach Davis: What’s this?! SUNSET FLIP COVER!
Zach Davis: HE GOT ‘EM! HE GOT ‘EM!
DING! DING! DING!
Kyle Steele: And the winner of this match by pinfall, and STILLLL OMEGGAAA CHAMPION, SIDNEEYYYYYYY WARWICKKKKKKKKKK!
Internet Title Match
Stephen Singh vs William the Behemoth
The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." as the tron formerly known as the VeryBigTron flashes the word "STEPHEN SINGH" in a shimmering gold before being replaced by a gray-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 a scowl spread across his face. He pauses for a moment at the top of the stage, looking to the booing crowd with disgust.
Kyle Steel: And introducing at this time...The Excellence of Elocution....The Shakespeare of Shoot...The Sure Thing....
As the gold fountains shrink back into the stage, The Superstar begins making his way down the ramp, snarling and angrily jawing with fans on the way. He finally gets to the ring stairs and stomps up them noisily, angrily before wiping his feet on the apron and stepping through the ropes.
Kyle Steel: THE SUPERSTAR STEPHEN SINGH!
Zach Davis: Stephen Singh has built up quite the resume here in the dub so far, but this is his first ever Internet Title match.
Freddy Whoa: This isn't even about the Internet Title itself, Zach. It's about Singh's betrayal by the Very Big Security, and him sending a message to Gravedigger.. and maybe to John Rabid too.
The lights in the arena dimmer as a spotlight is pointed towards the entrance ramp. The Republic of Irelands National anthem plays and William walks over to the spotlight. After listening to what he believes is the UK's national anthem he walks down to the ring.
Zach Davis: Stephen Singh has said that William the Behemoth is dumb and fat. And, well, uh. Er. I mean, at any rate, it wasn't very nice to say!
As William gets in the ring, Singh rushes him - but William knows its coming and is able to block the strike attempt. William hits a strike of his own, sending Singh flailing to the mat and the bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Main event time!
Zach Davis: And here.. we.. go!
William lifts Singh to his feet and runs at him, going for a Very Big Clothesline, but Singh ducks it. He Dropkicks William in the back of the knee, doubling him over. He then hits the ropes and executes a Shining Wizard.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Not something we usually see from Stephen Singh, but he knows he needs every trick in the book to take down this man. A stiff kick to the head hurts no matter how big you are.
Zach Davis: And Stephen Singh's book of tricks is a very, very big book - almost as big as Steve Orbit's book of tricks.
Singh lets William struggle to his feet and then Chop Blocks him from behind. Singh quickly grabs William by the legs and locks him into a Figure Four Leglock.
Freddy Whoa: Stephen Singh is a former WCF World Champion and that isn't by accident. The man held his own against Joey Flash two PPV main events in a row. He's a smart wrestler. He's starting this off by taking the big man off his feet - and making sure he STAYS off his feet.
William is still fairly fresh, and is able to use his considerable weight to overturn the Figure Four, reversing the pressure. Singh quickly escapes that and gets to his feet... And then thumbs William in the eye.
Zach Davis: Smart wrestling AND dirty tactics. Sadly, usually, a winning combination.
Singh takes a second to taunt William before running at him but William still has one eye and sees him coming. He catches Singh and lifts him up.
Freddy Whoa: MILITARY PRESS!
William drops down onto the Superstar and goes for the pin.
No!, Singh shoots his shoulder up. William hits the ropes and then executes a Running Splash!, going for another pin.
No!, Singh kicks out again.
Zach Davis: Wrestling a hoss like William has to be a warm up for a hoss like Gravedigger, and Singh knows that. He's gotta learn to overcome these kinds of moves.
William hits the ropes and goes for another Running Splash but Singh's earlier attacks on his knee come back to haunt him and William can't run as fast as he'd like, Singh is able to roll away. Singh gets back to his feet and runs and is able to take William down with another Chop Block. This time Singh rolls out of the ring and grabs William's legs, pulling him towards the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: We've seen this time and time again, shades of the Hitman.
Singh wraps William's legs, in the ring, inbetweenst his own, outside the ring, with the Figure Four through the ringpost!
Zach Davis: SO MUCH PRESSURE to William the Behemoth! This is an illegal tactic - but of course, Stephen Singh doesn't care!
The ref counts, and only at the last second does Stephen Singh relent. William holds his leg in pain before Singh rolls in and pulls him into the center before applying a Single Leg Grapevine.
Freddy Whoa: This match has made us forget - Very Big Security are the ones that turned on Stephen Singh, not the other way around. Stephen Singh shouldn't really be the bad guy.. but somehow he's made himself one.
William yells out in pain and is able to use his size to reach towards the ropes.. and grabs them! The ref forces the break which Singh again only gives at the last second. Afterwards he pulls William out of the ring and irish whips him into the ring steps.
Zach Davis: Stephen Singh takes another second to taunt the fans, he's really in control now.
Singh runs at William but William rolls away!, sending Singh crashing into them. The crowd cheers as Singh stumbles up, as does William. William goes to kick Singh but Singh grabs his leg and executes a Dragonscrew Legwhip.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on.
Singh then rolls into the ring and the ref begins to count.
Zach Davis: "Oh come on" indeed! Singh is going to win by count out!?
Singh backs up and lets the ref continue to count. He's up to five.
Freddy Whoa: Well, he won't win the Title if he wins that way. But escaping William the Behemoth is still a victory in and of itself.
The ref reaches nine and William is up, Singh lets him roll in.
Zach Davis: Do you think Singh would have broken the count to go after the belt? Did he just let William exert all the energy to make it back inside?
Singh lifts William up and grabs him by one leg, going for another Dragonscrew Legwhip, but William hops on one leg for a few moments AND THEN HITS AN ENZIGURI!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! ENZIGURI BY WILLIAM THE BEHEMOTH!?
Singh's eyes roll back into his head before he drops to the mat, dead on his feet for the half second he was on a vertical base. William pins him.
No!, kickout by Singh.
Zach Davis: Thievin' Stephen can escape most anything.
William hobbles up to his feet and lifts Singh with him, hitting him with a stiff series of forearm shots. He kicks him in the gut, doubling him over, before DDTing him!
Freddy Whoa: Singh's head SPIKED to the mat!
William quickly grabs Stephen Singh's legs and wraps him in a Texas Cloverleaf!
Zach Davis: WILLIAM THE BEHEMOTH WITH THE SUBMISSION APPLIED!
Stephen Singh yells out in pain, freaking out and flailing towards the ropes but unable to get anywhere.
Freddy Whoa: Stephen Singh getting a taste of his own medicine now!
Singh's eyes are closed tight in pain, but he refuses to give up. He crawls towards the ropes...
Zach Davis: Is he gonna make it? Every second is more damage done!
Eventually, he does! Singh grabs the ropes before being forced to tap. Singh uses them to get to his feet and William runs at him. Singh pulls the ropes down, intending for William to fly over the top rope, but William stops himself short before doing so and punches Singh in the face.
Freddy Whoa: WELP. Who's dumb now?
William pulls Singh in and knees him in the gut before lifting him up for a Pumphandle Slam!
Zach Davis: No pin attempt from William yet.. William rolls away and lets Singh get up..
William runs at him and hits an STO! But still, no pin attempt. Instead, he begins climbing to the top.
Freddy Whoa: We know what this is...
William gets up to the second rope and he measures Stephen.
Zach Davis: FALLING KINGDOM!
NO!, Singh rolls out of the way! Singh is to his feet quickly.
Freddy Whoa: SMITE!
NO!, William sidesteps it!
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT! William had it scouted!
Stephen Singh is sent flying into the turnbuckle and he hits it hard. This allows William to grab him and put him in the Tree of Woe position.
Freddy Whoa: Ohhh shitt... Here we go...
William backs up and then runs at Stephen and Splashes him!
Zach Davis: CONCUSSION CREATOR!!!!
Freddy Whoa: HE HITS IT!
William drops down and pins Stephen one more time!
Zach Davis: NO! Singh's foot on the ropes!
William angrily gets to his feet and kicks Stephen's foot off. He drags Stephen so that he can't reach the ropes and then begins climbing to the top once more.
Freddy Whoa: Time for another Falling Kingdom!
Once William is up Stephen grapples him before he can go for the Falling Kingdom again. William elbows him away, sending Singh sprawling - and into the referee! The referee is knocked unconscious. Singh turns, super dazed, back towards William, who elbows him again. Singh hits the mat and William turns.
Zach Davis: FALLING KINGDOM! HE HITS IT!
William pins Singh!
...Except only the crowd was counting, the referee was out. William goes to wake the referee up as Singh rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, come on. Singh has been beaten as far as I'm concerned!
Singh rolls back in and THWACKS William in the back with the chair. And again, and again. William goes down on his hands and knees... BOOM, another chair to the back. Finally, William goes down. Singh lifts William to his feet and then runs at him...
Zach Davis: SHIT! Chairshot right to the head! Well, according to Stephen, at least he couldn't get any dumber.
William drops to the mat. Singh is about to attempt to revive the ref before he's picked up from behind.
Freddy Whoa: GRAVEDIGGER IN THE RING!
Gravedigger hits Singh with the Embalmer!
Zach Davis: REVERSE DVD! He hits it!
Gravedigger picks the chair up and looks to give Singh another taste of his own medicine. He waits for Singh to stumble to his feet..
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Gravedigger.. CHAIRSHOT!
NO!, Singh ducks it! Gravedigger's chair connects with the head of William the Behemoth! Singh trips Gravedigger up so that he falls out of the ring, then is able to grapple William.
Zach Davis: THIEF IN THE NIGHT!
Singh drops down and pins The Behemoth.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: We... we've got a new Internet Champion.
Stephen Singh gets back to his feet and is handed the Internet Title.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger came out here to make sure Stephen DIDN'T steal this away!
Freddy Whoa: The best laid plans of mice and men, Zach.
Gravedigger is back in the ring and runs at Singh, going for a Grave Marker! Singh sees it coming and ducks it before running at him and hitting him with a stiff belt shot to his face!
Zach Davis: Gravedigger flies out of the ring now!
Singh stands tall with the Internet Title in hand before he sees William the Behemoth is ready to attack him. He quickly rolls out and begins backpeddling up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: No matter who you are, you can't withstand both Gravedigger and William the Behemoth for long!
Singh backpeddles quickly all the way up towards the entryway where he disappears.
Zach Davis: What a show folks, good night and as we begin the path toward One and-
A strange buzz and crack comes from the microphone of the WCF play by play stalwart as the arena is bathed in darkness. Where usually on the cloaking of an arena into darkness come cheers, this time the sound is different. Completely different. Men, women, children screaming and then...silence.
On the tron, the single word '6ix' is displayed and a single beam of light falls on to the ring where stood in the centre is a man in a bejewelled mask and a flowing golden cape, flanked by his manager Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. The Six God, Jared Holmes.
He motions with a hand and the lights around ringside illuminate as we see the camera crew bloody and unconcious on the floor, Zach Davis, Freddy Whoa and Kyle Steel share a similar fate. Thuggin hands a microphone to Holmes who raises it toward the base of the featureless mask.
Jared Holmes: This day was coming. This day was always coming. Yet...you didn't believe. I wonder why? Do you not whisper to your gods? Do you not pray and thank for every single small insignificant thing in your lives? You don't expect them to reply, why would you? But what then, happens when one does?
Holmes raises a hand toward his mask and removes it, revealing a sugarskull painted face of death. Piercing eyes and a white toothy smile.
Jared Holmes: Wrestling Championship Federation...this isn't about titles, or respect, or anything as petty.
He giggles and bites his lip.
Jared Holmes: This is about love.
He smiles once more.
The whole arena finally illuminates and we see...emptiness. Every single seat is vacant, no trace of life; no bodies - nothing. All that exists from the tens of thousands of people who were here in attendence are the food wrappers, bottles and signs that little the aisles. He motions to Thuggin to bring him one of the signs, he reads it for a moment before holding it up to the hard camera.
'Joseph Malignaggi is my hero!'
A sickening look of revulsion crosses his face.
Jared Holmes: Heroes don't exist.
He rips the sign in half.
Jared Holmes: The Galactic Prophecy starts now.
Holmes holds a gloved finger toward the hard camera and mouths the word 'bang' as the picture is replaced by static, then darkness.