08/13/2017
Live from the Wesbanco Arena in Wheeling, West Virginia


Slam Intro

Title card reads: Continued from last week…

We see a recap from last week’s Slam. Slow fade in on an empty Tingley Coliseum. Jared Holmes confronts John Rabid. Seth shooting Thuggin in the gut. The ultimatum. The return of the missing Toyota Center fans, now insane and screaming for their “savior”, charging headlong into a police roadblock outside. With only one name on their lips.

Crowd: SIX GOD! SIX GOD! SIX GOD! SIX GOD!

Police Captain: Ready your weapons…

Crowd: SIX GOD! SIX GOD! SIX GOD! SIX GOD!

Police Captain: ...and may God have mercy on their souls…

Crowd: SIX GOD! SIX GOD! SIX GOD! SIX GOD!

Police Captain: ...open FIRE.

Projectiles...of tear gas are launched into the rampaging crowds. The manic crowd is subdued, but a massacre is thankfully avoided. We hear inspirational music play over Seth Lerch as he shakes the hands of the SWAT teams in attendance outside the Tingley Coliseum. He hugs some of the survivors as the music swells. The audience cheers for Seth!

Crowd: Thank you Lerch! Thank you Lerch! Thank you Lerch!

Zach Davis: Well, now I’ve seen it all!

Back with the video package as Texas governor, Greg Abbott praises Seth for shooting a “Known Terrorist” in order to save the lives of thousands. Seth ends up on the cover of Newsweek, praised as a hero of Texas. The crowd continues to cheer as Seth meets various members of congress, eventually hugging it out with Trump. The crowd begin to boo…

The boos intensify as more Trump/Lerch photos emerge, they play Golf together, they give a tandem thumbs down to the N.F.L protesters in a selfie, the boos INTENSIFY as the motivational theme reaches a crescendo.

Crowd: Fuck you, Lerch! Fuck you, Lerch! Fuck you, Lerch!

Metallica’s “Master of Puppets” hits as the Chesapeake Energy Arena are up on their feet! Seth Lerch walks out onto the stage, he receives HUGE BOOS and an audible FUCK YOU from the crowd. Seth marches down to the ring and enters through the ropes. A stone faced Kyle Steel hands the WCF owner a microphone as Seth seems enraged by the experience.

Seth Lerch: SHUT UP!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO….

Seth Lerch: I’m going to make my inspirational speech, whether you like it, or not!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO….

Lerch paces around the ring like a caged animal as the heat continues. Eventually he decides just to talk over the distain.

Seth Lerch: For the last twenty years, this business has been my life. I wake to it. I sleep to it. I eat to it. I breath with it. Sometimes, I’ve betrayed it. Sometimes, I’ve betrayed all of you. Not that I care right now with this reaction...but that’s the truth. But through it all, this business has always run through my veins with pride. And I’ll be damned if an insane bastard like Jared Holmes gets away with murder inside my wrestling ring!

The crowd (for the most part) boo the mention of Jared’s name, but we also hear some cheers for the 6ix God.

Seth Lerch: I want to assure Texas and the rest of the civilised world, Holmes will be dealt with in due time...and permanently. But tonight, I want to introduce to you, your World Champion, your Television Champion. The man that will face WAR winner, Sidney Warwick at ONE….JOHN RABID!

Huge POP from the crowd as “Death Breath - Toxic avengers remix” hits, the track booming out over the speakers as John struts out onto the stage with a confident swagger, spinning on the spot as HUGE PYROTECHNICS explode across the arena! Rabid is dressed for combat as he adjusts his aviator shades and chews his toothpick, a title draped over each shoulder.

Zach Davis: For fifty seven days, Rabid has been our WCF World Champion! For two hundred and sixty days, Rabid has been our WCF Television champion! The Ripper hasn’t lost a singles match this year! He is a triple crown champion! A Hellimination MVP and a former CEO of the company. This is the mountain Sidney has to climb at ONE!

Crowd: Rabid, Whoop! Whoop! Rabid, Whoop! Whoop! Rabid, Whoop! Whoop!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Huge pop for the champ!

Rabid enters the ring and stands eye to to eye with the owner.

John Rabid: Congratulations, Mister Lerch.

Crowd: BOOOOOO!

Lerch taps Rabid on the shoulder, the act of friendship is not reciprocated.

John Rabid: Congratulations….you managed to take the goodwill of eighteen thousand fans and dump all over it!

Crowd: Rabid! Rabid! Rabid!

John Rabid: It takes a very special level of numpty to start the week the savor of seventeen thousand and end it with his name booed out the building. You can’t help yourself, can you Lerch?

Crowd: Seth’s a numpty! Seth’s a numpty! Seth’s a numpty!

Seth Lerch: I do what I do for the good of the people!

John Rabid: You what you do, for the good of Seth Lerch. Thankfully, I do what I do….for THEM!

Rabid points at the fans as a huge eruption of cheers splits the airwaves. Seth shakes his head.

Seth Lerch: I thought you were smarter than this, Rabid.

John Rabid: Likewise.

Seth stares down his WCF champion as Lerch slowly back pedals to the ropes and exits the ring. The WCF owner’s lower lip quivering with rage as he heads back up the ramp.

Zach Davis: That may have been a mistake, Freddy! You know the golden rule. “Don’t cross the boss!”

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

John Rabid: It’s great to be here..live at the Chesapeake Energy Arena!

Cheap POP.

John Rabid: Last week was perhaps the most traumatic Slam in this company's history. The WCF fought in an empty arena, knowing full well that last Sunday may well be our swan song. But we hung in, we persevered. And we triumphed. We did it for the business. And we did it for you, the fans. It just goes to show the resiliency of the talent in the back, and you rowdy lot, that seven days later here we are setting attendance records! Thank you, you scoundrels!

A cascade of noise. Rabid paces the ring as the adulation dies down.

John Rabid: Now, let’s talk about my opponent at ONE. Sidney J. Warwick.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

John Rabid: Last week Sidney, you gifted your Omega title to Kyle Kemp because he was a “historically oppressed group” You marginalized his talent. His ability. You painted Kyle as a “helpless minority that needed a handout from a white man”. And when he obliged your pleas and delivered a “Back to the minors” to your non gender specific skull? It excited you. You got off on it, because it proved your point. That minorities need charity. That gifting titles is the only way a minority can win. I look at you, and I see the worst kind of racist, Warwick, because you’re the kind of racist that likes to pat others “less fortunate” than you on the head and mother them with your patronizing attitude. You’re a cisgender who treats people like pets. You’re not desperate to create equality, you’re hungry to wallow in inequality, because it empowers you. On December 17th at ONE? I’m nullifying that power. Consider yourself marginalized, Sidney. Consider yourself victimized. On December 17th? Consider yourself...extinct!

Huge cheer.

John Rabid: Life, Sidney...it’s all about perception, right? You like to twist perception to suit your own needs. In your own way, you’re as much of a manipulator as Seth Lerch. But maybe tonight...I can deliver a dose of your own medicine. Professors in the back. Crank up the contraption and illuminate the screen!

On the Jumbotron:

We see Warwick post his Omega championship loss to Kyle kemp. Warwick pants hard for several seconds before reaching out and placing his hands slowly around a microphone while laying on his back, he clasps it tight as Warwick brings the mic slowly to his mouth. Tongue searching for extra oxygen.

Sidney J. Warwick: That . . . felt . . . so . . . good . . . uhhhhhhhhh.

With Rabid:

John Rabid: Now, with some tweaks here and there...add the PORN MUSIC!

Warwick pants hard as he clasps the stick. He licks his lips as he brings the large black rod to his face.

Sidney J. Warwick: That . . . feels . . . so . . . good . . . uhhhhhhhhh.

Porn guitar twangs as a wave of laughter breaks out across the audience. Rabid smirks.

John Rabid: Childish, it might be. But it proves my point. Anyone can twist perception to suit their needs, any narrative can be crafted. You’re a half decent sculptor, Sidney. But unfortunately for you, I’m better. On December 17th, freedom versus oppression. Sidney’s designs on creating a fascist state, versus the survival of democracy. In your world, Warwick? Everything burns down. In mine? individual freedom of expression endures. The United States, remains United. Under you? There’s nothing but fear. Exploited for your own sick ends. On December 17th, the greatest battle to face a generation will take place at ONE. A match for the ages. No talent in the back will outshine it. No talent in the back will out perform it. All you have to do, Sidney....is keep up. Because like it or not, you’re along for the ride. And that decision, “Sidney”...IS FINAL. GOOD. DAY!

Rabid drops the mic as he climbs the turnbuckles, the camera fading to a commercial.

Sythe vs John Tolly vs Jack Smith

Zach Davis: Here we go, folks, with this week's opening match, which focuses on three newcomers to the WCF!

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first, from San Bernadino, California, and weighing . . .

Before Kyle can get the rest of his introduction out, "Both Hands" by Ani DiFranco starts to play, and Sidney J. Warwick, the number one contender to the WCF World Title, begins making his way to the ring. Given that he has a fairly significant tag team match later in the evening, Warwick is already wearing his gear.

Freddy Whoa: Seriously? This guy again?

Zach Davis: This is the second week in a row that Warwick has cut off Kyle Steel in mid-intro, and last week it ended with Sidney throwing his Omega Title match against Kyle Kemp in a rather disturbing manner.

Freddy Whoa: What was disturbing about it?

Zach Davis: Did you see how SJW was acting afterwards? Not exactly PG, if you get my drift.

Sidney reaches the ring and lifts up its skirt, pulling out a spare steel chair, which he slides into the squared circle underneath the bottom rope. He sets the chair up at center ring and has a seat in it, next producing a microphone from his trunks.

Sidney: Oklahoma City, that was a microphone in my pants, but rest assured that I am also happy to see you!

The crowd boos heavily, in part because Warwick is a bad guy but perhaps moreso because that was the lamest, hackiest joke on a wrestling show in a long time.

Sidney: The reason that I'm here this evening is that I have decided to schedule a good, old fashioned sit-in in order to . . .

Before the Prince of Poughkeepsie can go any further, a rather unexpected person gets into his face. That person? Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: You know what? NO! You came out here and interrupted me last week to turn what should have been a legitimate wrestling match into one of your weirdo side shows, and, as a fan of the WCF, I'm not going to let you do it again! I may not have much real authority here, but I'm the guy who calls the wrestlers out to the ring, and that's what I'm going to do, whether you're "sitting in" or not!

Sidney: Don't think that you're going to intimidate me into leaving this ring, Steel! You aren't the first person who has tried to shut me down in the middle of a demonstration. Four years ago, I picketed the overfishing of salmon at an Alaskan river; a counter-protesting grizzly bear pepper sprayed me for thirty minutes. Now, I don't know how a bear learned to use pepper spray, but . . . what I do know is that, if you or any other WCF official tries to have me leave this ring before I am darn good and ready to do so, I will sue this company hard for denying me my free speech rights in the workspace. Trust me, I know a pretty good lawyer, and . . .

Kyle Steel, clearly fed up, rips the microphone away from the wrestler's hands and throws it into the audience.

Kyle Steel: I said that we're having a match.

Rather than continuing to fight with Kyle Steel, Sidney just folds his arms over his chest and continues to sit in the middle of the ring in the chair. Steel then stands directly in front of him, blocking Warwick out in the hard camera shot.

Kyle Steel: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, from San Bernadino, California, and weighing 210 pounds, he is SYTHE!

Explosions shake the stage, and "Night of the Living Dead" by The Misfits blares over the PA system. Sythe walks out with a huge smile, giving a peace sign as he chugs from a bottle of Jack Daniels. He tosses the half-full bottle to the crowd and raises his fist in the air. As the crowd begins the shout, orange and green pyro explodes down the ramp. Sythe runs down the ramp with the explosions, dives under the ropes and rolls into the ring. He raises his fist to the crowd one more time as he readies himself in his corner.

Freddy Whoa: Well, I guess we're going to have a wrestling match after all. Are the officials going to extract Sidney, or what exactly is going to happen here?

Zach Davis: Sythe certainly doesn't seem to care, but, if I got as far into a bottle of Jack as he just did, I wouldn't care much either.

Kyle Steel: And his first opponent is accompanied to the ring by Alina Murphy. He weighs in at 205 pounds and comes to us from Irvine, Scotland, "THE PROFESSIONAL" JACK SMITH!

"The Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engine plays as a hooded Jack Smith walks to the ring, accompanied by Alina. When the duo reaches the ring, Alina disrobes him and he throws some punches at an invisible opponent.

Zach Davis: Smith is making his WCF debut here, coming to us with a background as a prizefighter.

Freddy Whoa: Isn't ever wrestler a prizefighter, though? I mean "prizefighter" just means a person who fights for money, and every professional wrestler who I know does that.

Zach Davis: Touché.

Kyle Steel: And finally, coming to us from Champaign, Illinois, and weighing 245 pounds, here is JOHN TOLLY!

"Blind" by Korn fills the arena as Tolly comes out, sneering at the crowd. Kyle Steel flips off Sidney J. Warwick before leaving the ring, while Sythe, Tolly, and Smith stare at each other from separate corners. The referee, not entirely sure how to proceed under these circumstances, shrugs his shoulders and calls for the bell.

Freddy Whoa: And here we go! Three up and comers in the WCF are here to make a name for themselves, but they've got a certain unusual obstruction to deal with as they do so.

Zach Davis: Sythe is not going to let that get in his way, though, as he immediately goes after John Tolly with a flurry of chops!

In fact, Sythe chops Tolly all the way back into the neutral corner and then grabs him by the wrist, Irish whipping him out. John begins to run from corner to corner, but, when he gets close to the center of the ring, he puts on the breaks to avoid colliding with Sidney J. Warwick, who is still sitting there.

Freddy Whoa: John Tolly is caught off guard by Warwick!

Zach Davis: And that creates an opening for Jack Smith, who catches the distracted Tolly with a spinning capoeira kick!

With it being early in the match, Tolly does not quite go down, but Smith stays on him and scoops him up, ultimately dumping him down in to the lap of the seated Warwick with a bodyslam.

Zach Davis: And John Tolly is draped across the legs of the former Omega Champion!

Sidney raises his hands up over his head to demonstrate to the referee that he is not interfering in the match but is instead continuing with his peaceful protest. As Tolly continues to lay face up in SJW's lap, Sythe dives in and drops an elbow across Tolly's chest, causing him to flip over and land face down on the mat.

Freddy Whoa: Almost a modified version of the Demolition Decapitation there, and Sythe goes for the cover on John Tolly!

1………….

2………………………….

Zach Davis: Jack Smith breaks up the count!

Smith alternates between putting the boots to John Tolly and Sythe, and, after a few moments of that, he coaxes both of his opponents off of the mat and places one man's hand under each of his arms.

Zach Davis: Simultaneous DDTs by the Professional on both of his opponents!

Smith goes in for the pin on Sythe, and, in doing so, he lifts his legs up and places them on Sidney Warwick's shoulders, in a manner similar to what he would be doing if he were trying to use the ring ropes for additional leverage.

Freddy Whoa: Well, that's a new one!

1………………

2………………………………………………….

Zach Davis: No! The referee noticed that Smith was trying to gain an unfair advantage, and he shoved his feet off of Warwick, breaking up the pin attempt!

Not to be deterred, Jack Smith lifts John Tolly up off of the mat and lifts several knee strikes into his breadbasket from the clinch before sitting Tolly on the top turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like we might be initiating some high flying action here . . .

Smith climbs the ropes himself, grabbing Tolly in a front facelock.

Zach Davis: It looks like he's going for a superplex here, but that would result in Tolly and/or Sythe flattening Sidney Warwick!

Freddy Whoa: I don't think that the Professional really cares who he takes out in this match so long as he walks out with the victory.

Jack Smith does, in fact, lift his opponent up and falls backwards with a superplex. Warwick, realizing the eminent danger, immediately vacates the chair that he was seated in. This causes the small of John Tolly's back to crash down across the seat of the upright chair, which totally flattens the piece of furniture.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: I don't know what got the worst of that, the chair or John Tolly's spine!

Freddy Whoa: It looks like the referee is choosing not to disqualify the Professional because he did not bring the chair into the ring!

Smith rolls over in to a pinning combination on Tolly. Sidney J. Warwick drops to his knees and counts the fall in stereo with the official.

1………………………

2…………………………………………………..

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, as the result of a pinfall . . . "THE PROFESSIONAL" JACK SMITH!

Zach Davis: And Zach Davis is successful in his Wrestling Championship Federation debut!

Freddy Whoa: That's certainly a big story, but my question is whether we're going to have to watch every match on this show wrestled around SJW.

The referee goes in to raise Jack Smith's hand, but Warwick shoos the ref out of the way and instead raises the victor's hand himself. After he does so, he whispers something into Smith's ear. Smith rolls out of the ring to celebrate his victory, but he suddenly snaps out of cheerleading for himself and steals Kyle Steel's microphone, which he throws into the ring to Warwick.

Sidney: Thank you, Jack. You truly are what you say you are . . . a Professional. And what was up with that John Tolly guy? He claims that he's from Champaign, Illinois, and his entrance music is by Korn? Don't you think that's a little bit too on the nose, Tolly? You might as well just come out to "The Morrow Plots" by the Other Guys. And another thing, you call your signature move the "Soy City Special," but Champaign isn't even the Soy City. The Soy City is DECATUR, buddy. Stop faking your Central Illinois roots and admit to everybody that you're the Liberian expatriate we know you are.

But I'm not out here to protest John Tolly, oh no. I'm out here to protest what happened last week at the end of Slam. Granted, I missed it when it was occurring, but, as the result of a tip that I received from my tag team partner later tonight, Steven Singh, I went back and checked out the show, and I was appalled by what I saw. Seth Lerch, our proud leader, actually SHOT a man, MULTIPLE times, a level of extreme violence that has no place in the gentile sport of professional wrestling. I cannot abide by such extreme displays, as the entire reason that I came to this company in the first place was to bring the SPORT of wrestling back to the roots that we are all so proud of . . . back to the days of Jack Brisco, back to the days of Lou Thesz, and back to the days of George Hackenschmidt, when oiled up grapplers proudly attempted to demonstrate whose armlock was better with no focus on these inane "stories" involving all manner of drugs, misogyny, and excessive violence. That is where we, as a society, need professional wrestling to be right now.

I can't say that I blame Seth Lerch for this situation, though. There is one man who is to blame for the anarchy that ensued at the end of last week's show, not just when Mr. Lerch pulled his piece of Jim Thuggin but also when thousands of WCF fans were forced, apparently against their wills, to clash with Albuquerque police, resulting in the deaths of who knows how many people, untold injuries to others, and my having to play babysitter to one young fan of the promotion who is now a quasi-braindead shell of her former self, able only to regurgitate the phrase "Six God" over and over and over and over again.

The person who is responsible for all of this is, the person who I must take out of commission to restore the SPORT of wrestling to its former glory is . . . John Rabid!

Freddy Whoa: Wait, what?

Zach Davis: Jared Holmes is pretty obviously the one who unleashed all of this chaos into the world of the WCF, but SJW is laying the blame at the feet of Rabid?

Freddy Whoa: Maybe his head was still reeling from what Kyle Kemp did to him and he couldn't focus on what was going on.

Sidney: Yes, I know that there are some who will ask whether I ought to actually be targeting my fury at Jared Holmes . . .

Freddy Whoa: Well, he figured us out.

Sidney: But let's think about this logically for a second. Jared Holmes did return two weeks ago, and he did pull his odd Criss Angel-esque Mindfreakery in which he used smoke, mirrors, and whatever other optical illusions were handy to make it look like the audience for that edition of Slam had disappeared.

If John Rabid had just left well enough alone and treated that incident as what it was, a cool magic trick, then we wouldn't be where we are today. Instead, Rabid decided that he needed to freak out. He bought into his own hype and started to claim that there was some actual crime that went on and that people's lives were actually in danger. Here's the thing that John Rabid failed to realize, though. There are no such things as magical powers. There are no such things as prophecies. There is no god, and there is no "Six God," outside of it being a somewhat clunky ring name for Jared Holmes.

The other thing that Rabid failed to realize is that he is a professional wrestler. Instead of being a professional wrestler, he apparently deluded himself into thinking that he's a superhero from the bootleg version of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, like he's an off-brand Thor or a bargain basement Tony Stark. Somehow, Rabid took advantage of Seth Lerch's alcohol-addled mind and got him to buy into the hype, which is where our unfortunate shooting and riot to close out yesterday's show comes from.

John Rabid, you are moving the needle away from what professional wrestling used to be. You are perverting the sport that I grew up loving and still love to this very day. You are a toxic danger to the sport, and your influence needs to be limited. I'm going to do that next month at ONE, when I remove the World Championship from your waist.

I'm also going to take another step towards doing that next week, here on Slam. What will I be doing? I think it's best to keep you guessing. You'll all find out, though. You just have to join me . . . in the War Room.

With that, Sidney walks out of the ring and over to Kyle Steel. He briefly pantomimes handing the microphone back to the ring announcer, but, at the last second, he snatches it away from Steel and throws it deep into the audience, then smirking and walking away to the strains of "Both Hands."

Zach Davis: Strong words there from the number one contender to the World Champion, with Warwick claiming that Rabid is a danger to the continued existence of professional wrestling itself!

Freddy Whoa: But what about this threat for next week? It will be interesting to see where that goes.

Very Big Security/Luke Force Segment

As William the Behemoth and Ainsley Ivanovich walk into the wrestler’s entrance of the Chesapeake Energy Arena, Luke Force is waiting for them. Luke is wearing a velour sweatsuit with the ‘fu’ logo. Luke is in front of a room that is blocked off by a curtain, he is holding a box of steaming hot Fish ‘n Chips. He waves the food under the noses of VBS. They react like dogs wondering why there is steak in their bowls rather than Alpo.

Luke: Boys, I know you’re wondering why I’m standing here with a box of fish and chips flown in from Poppie’s Fish and Chips in London. Well let me be clear, this isn’t a peace offering or an attempt at some kind of friendship. This, gentlemen, is a good ‘ol American bribe.

Here’s what I need from you guys. You make sure Rabid loses tonight, and you make sure I’m the one that pins him. I’ve done all of this for you, so you guys can do that for me.

Luke brings the box of Fish ‘n Chips to eye level.

Luke: Now Boys, I’m not dumb enough to think that this one box of food would feed both of you so…

Luke whips open the curtain to reveal a room with 6 folding tables each filled with boxes upon boxes upon boxes upon boxes of Fish ‘n Chips. Easily enough to feed the entire WCF roster thrice, or enough to feed VBS once. Just think a shit ton of Fish ‘n Chips.

Luke: There you go boys a pre-match snack. Just take care of me tonight boys, and this will be our little secret.

A confident Luke walks toward the locker room.

Both members of VBS begin thinking hard about their choice, or atleast as hard as their small intelligent allows them. Ainsley's eyes light up in realisation and he walks towards the tables. William doesn't notice this and scratches his chin and begins to speak in his decent at best British accent.

William: Bugger! What a cruel dilemma we face here! I can only gleefully enjoy this huge meal that'll keep me full for like...A couple hours, but have to betray the trust of the man who saved me from my pointless life as a no good American citizen and introduced me to the gracious, beautiful, incandescent greatness of Great Britain. It pains me to say this but...but-! I can't eat this! The combination of my gut instict instructing me not to trust a shady individual like Luke Force and my knowledge of the clear and utter awesomeness of the UK is forcing me to painfully deny this bribe of food an- Goddamit Ainsley you stupid twat!

William turns around to see Ainsley devouring a box of fish and chips with two freshly emptied boxes behind him. Ainskey raises his head dumbfounded when hearing his name.

Ainsley: What?

William: Didn't you hear my heartbreaking decision to DECLINE the bribe?! You accepted the bribe!

Ainsley: Nah! Rabid's cool man, I didn't accept no bribe!

William: The bribe was to accept the food and then make sure Force wins, you accepted the food, so you've accepted the bribe, Dumbass!

Ainsley: Not all of it! The bribe was the whole table and that has about say like 39 boxes, and I've eaten like 3 so it's like... Uhm... 2...per-perce-no....Like uh....4....teen...per- It's not all of it! So I ain't guilty!

William: That's not how bribes work!

Ainsley: Well my bad, I didn't realise there was a fricking rulebook of bribes!

Ainsley threw his Box of Fish and Chips into the air and it splattred on to the ground. Ainsley clenched his fist tightly with a pained expression on his face, instantly regretting ruining the perfectly good meal and hung his head in shame rather quickly.

William: You should look it up, that kind of thinking only works on the crappy bribes that aren't very legita-....

Wait.

He said it was "Good ol' American Bribe", right?

Ainsley: I was looking at the food I Wasn't actually listening, I'm not a very good multi-tasker so I try to-

William: 'American'...

America isn't British...

Anything that isn't British isn't legitimate.

William and Ainsley both had a realisation. They noticed the the box of fish and chips on the floor and instantly realised it was now technically impossible to accept the nefarious bribe. Without a milisecond passing they grabbed as many boxes as possible and sped off, skipping and cheering in joy at their new found free meal.

El Enigmatico/Comet vs EVIL

“Scream for me” by One Bad Son blares over the speakers as EVIL Makes their way to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Chaos and Oz are here!

Zach Davis: They’re a relatively young team here in the WCF but something feels so familiar….so...right about them.

As Zach blathers, 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.

Freddy Whoa: Where the hell did Taylor Lorde come from?

Zach Davis: Who the hell IS Taylor Lorde?

Freddy Whoa: I believe they’re a popstar.

Zach Davis: The “Shake It Off” girl?

Freddy Whoa: No.

Zach Davis: The “Tennis Courts” girl?

Freddy Whoa: ….No

Zach Davis: Then who?

Freddy Whoa: Here comes Comet!

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.

Zach Davis: Can Comet and El Enigmatico co-exist?

Freddy Whoa: Um, Zach Comet is an intergalactic hero...I’m pretty sure they’ll be fine.

Zach Davis: I don’t see how that’s particularly relevant.

Freddy Whoa: Um, Zach, know who else was an intergalactic hero?

Zach Davis: Buzz Lightyear?

Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega. And I believe he did A-Okay for himself.

Zach Davis: Still doesn’t feel relevant.

Freddy Whoa: We’ve got Oz and El Enigmatico starting off this match!

As though they were waiting for the “witty” banter to end, the bell rings and they get it underway. The Righteous 1 Oz comes after El Enigmatico in fifth gear! Hard rights and lefts back EE back into a corner where Oz comes flying in after him and absolutely plants him with a tornado DDT. LOoking to immediately inflict more damage, Oz pulls him up, bounces his opponent off the ropes and drops him with a tiltawhirl backbreaker. Oz with a quick cover….

Freddy Whoa: ONE!

TWO!

Kickout from El Enigmatico!

Zach Davis: Oz is wasting no time at all and heads to the top rope as El gets to his feet and….DIVING BODY BLOCK MOONSAULT!

Freddy Whoa: Know what he calls that? MY HERO IS ADAM!!

Zach Davis: That move--or at least that name--should be in all movesets.

As the announcers agree on the legacy of Yung Adam, Oz makes a quick tag to Chaos who comes charging in with the boots to EE. Enigmatico can’t seem to get to his feet as Chaos is relentlessly attacking him and now is setting him up for a powerbomb.

Zach Davis: A momentary pause as CHAOS hisses at our sold out crowd here...El Enigmatico is up on the shoulders and...HURRACARRANA! Big time reversal from El Enigmatico! And he moves quickly to his corner to get the big man tagged in as the crowd cheers!

Freddy Whoa: Stopped short by CHAOS who grabs him from behind and tosses him across the ring with a german suplex! And now Chaos is picking him back up and seting him up for what appears to be an STO.

Zach Davis: Oh he’s looking to end it with Hotoke! But no! Elbows from El Enigmatico! And it drops Chaos to a knee and gives El Enigmatico enough time to hit the ropes and….RIDDLE BOX!

Freddy Whoa: Both men are down! El Enigmatico cold cocked Chaos but he’s taken a lot of damage already…

Zach Davis: Both men are stirring….Enigmatico is crawling to his corner….

Crowd: COMET! COMET! COMET!

Freddy Whoa: He’s gonna make the tag! NO! Chaos has him by the leg! He can’t reach!

Zach Davis: Enziguri from El Enigmatico! He’s free! TAG TO COMET!

The crowd roars their approval as the 7 foot monster steps over the top rope and hits the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Chaos comes charging at him! No! BOOT FOR CHAOS!

Zach Davis: Cross-body off the top from Oz! But he’s caught by Comet! Body slam!

Freddy Whoa: But here comes a flying forearm from Chaos stumbling Comet back! Followed by another forearm! And another! Comet is rocked! He stumbles backwards toward Oz who’s up and hits him with a dropkick spinning him around

Zach Davis: Discus clothesline to Chaos! Oz charges in! GRAVITY SURGE!

Freddy Whoa: Comet just launched Oz into orbit and then permanently grounded him with a spinning axehandle! Oz just flew out of the ring!

Zach Davis: But Comet doesn’t see Chaos coming with a Amaburakosagi lariat taking him off his feet! He took off his feet! Comet is down!

Freddy Whoa: Chaos with a wild shot to El Enigmatico knocking him off the apron! Comet is on his feet and Chaos has him with that STO! HOTOKE!

Zach Davis: NO! Comet reveres it into a chicken wing and...BETELGEUSE!

Freddy Whoa: He just hit that chicken wing face buster and a pin…

ONE!

Oz is up outside!

TWO!

Oz hits the ring!

THREE!

Zach Davis: He was too late to break it up! Comet and El Enigmatico pull it off!

Kyle Kemp Segment

"Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and the crowd stands up, awaiting Kyle Kemp. The crowd has a mix of boos and cheers.

Zach Davis: I don't know if you've noticed but Kyle Kemp has been getting a few more cheers over the last couple of weeks!

Freddy Whoa: Who cares? He's still a dick.

Kemp walks out onto the stage. He is dressed in white and blue Nike shoes, dark jeans and a white v-neck. The Omega Title is draped over his shoulder while his Tag Team Title is strapped to his waist. He slowly walks down the ramp to the ring. He lifts up the Omega Title with his right hand and smiles as he gets down to the ring. He climbs inside and poses in the middle with the Omega Title held high.

Zach Davis: What a rise for Kemp over the last few months. He had an amazing showing at War, won the Tag Team Title and the Omega Title. He's having an amazing back half of 2017.

Kemp signals for a microphone and one is tossed into the ring to him.

Kemp: Here it is ladies and gentlemen! A testament to hard work and superior talent. The Omega Title.

The crowd continues to give Kemp the mixed reaction.

Kemp: I told each and every one of you at Helloween that I would become the Omega Champion when I faced Sidney J Warwick and I did just that. I kicked his head nearly damn off and I now stand here with the one title in this company that matters. Confused? Let me fill you in.

Freddy Whoa: Has he forgotten the World Title? What an idiot!

Kemp: This is the most important title because this title is one that his held by workhorses. This title is held by the guys that are willing to work hard each and every week to put on the best show and be the best wrestler in this ring. The World Title is for guys that dream of fame and a little bit of fortune. The Omega Title is for those of us that want to be the best and I have said from day one that I am the best! I have said that I am Kyle Kemp and I am better than you each and every week and for the longest time, you all laughed at me. You thought that I couldn't cut it or you didn't like my attitude compared to the other guys here. You wanted to cheer guys like Teo Del Sol and I resented you for it. I thought it was all of you not paying attention to my true greatness and part of that was true but part of it is that I didn't present myself well. I was a dick and for that I apologize but I will not apologize that I earned this title. I worked hard for this!

A few more fans than before begin to cheer.

Kemp: I also worked hard for this!

Kemp takes off the Tag Team Title and raises it over his head.

Kemp: This shows that I have learned to play well with others and this shows that I know how to raise my teammates to my level. I did it with John Rabid and I am doing it with Teo Del Sol! Rabid has gone on to his fat cat perch as the World Champion and I commend him for that but I like where I'm at. I love the fact that I'm a dual champion and tonight I will not lose hold on this title! Teo and I are going to take down the Risen and we are going to continue to march towards One!

Kemp holds both titles over his head and "Better Than You" begins to play once more. Teo bursts out from the curtain and sprints down to the ring. Kemp looks at him annoyed as Teo pulls at his arm and raises it up, pointing at Kemp with the other arm. Kemp pulls his arm away but Teo tightens his grip and raises it up again. The crowd cheers and Kemp makes a surprised smile and lets him continue to celebrate him. Teo starts telling Kemp to listen to the crowd and Kemp smirks because there is actually a crowd this time to listen to.

Zach Davis: These guys are quite the odd couple!

Freddy Whoa: It's only a matter of time till Kemp gets so fed up and dumps Teo to the curb.

Both men are still in the ring when they are interrupted by "Self Destruct" by This Cold Life. The Risen emerge onto the stage with their manager Theresa McShane. Both men point down at Kemp and Teo and start motioning that the title is going to be around their waist. Kemp and Teo both walk to the side of the ring and point at The Risen. Kemp goes to get out of the ring and charge up the ramp but Teo grabs him. Kemp struggles for a second before composing himself as their opponents smile down at them.

Zach Davis: These two teams are going to get the chance to finish this later tonight!

The camera fades to black to the two teams staring each other down.

Dan Capello vs Tom Frost

The lights dim as "Green Onions" hits over the PA. A spotlight shines on the stage, and old Tom Frost parts the curtain. He dons a well-worn suit and a loose tie beneath an old trilby hat. A lit cigarette dangles from his mouth, and he wears a mean, no-nonsense look on his face as he scans the crowd. He turns toward the ring, takes a deep drag from his cigarette, and exhales a cloud of smoke. He starts down the ramp, snapping his fingers and bobbing his head as he glares forward.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...weighing in at 221 lbs...TOOOM FRRRRRROOST!!!

He climbs the stairs and enters the ring through the middle rope. He takes one last drag from the cigarette before flicking it into the crowd. He removes his hat, coat, tie, and shirt and hands them to an official at ringside. The music begins to fade as he finds his corner.

Freddy Whoa: Old Tom Frost looking dapper as usual.

Zach Davis: With every exhale from his cigarette, his power increases.

Steel: And his opponent, 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’s been on a bit of a roll as of late, hasn’t he?

Zach Davis: You said it! He not only defeated Jay West and Johnny Alpha, but he also won a battle royal last week! Can he keep it going?

Bell rings.

Capello and Frost circle each other in the center of the ring before locking up. Frost, having the slight size advantage, backs Capello into a corner and throws a knife edge chop. Frost throws a couple more chops before whipping Capello off of the ropes. However, Capello ducks under a clothesline attempt and throws one of his own. Capello begins pumping himself up as he picks Frost up and whips him off the ropes. This time, however, Frost returns with a clothesline of his own. The crowd shows their appreciation for the veteran as he picks Capello up and drives a forearm into his face, staggering the former football player. Frost follows up with a big forearm smash, knocking Capello down. Frost covers.

Zach Davis: OUCH! That’s why it’s not wise to trade strikes with Tom Frost!

1… 2… Kickout.

Frost waits for Capello to get back to his feet; when he does so, Frost draws him in for a spinebuster. With a stroke of luck, Capello turns it into a roll-up on Frost.

1… 2… Kickout.

Freddy Whoa: He could have got him then and there!

Zach Davis: Tom Frost is hopefully not underestimating Dan Capello here…

Capello rushes to his feet and drops Frost with a Lou Thesz press, throwing some punches for good measure. Frost is down on the canvas as Capello bounces off of the ropes and hits a kick to the spine of Frost. Capello drops down on Frost, going for a cover.

1… 2… Kickout.

Zach Davis: So far, Dan Capello proving to be the aggressor.

Capello then applies a chinlock on the downed Frost, who is trying to resist the pain of the submission hold. Capello wrenches on him as the crowd chants for Frost. Slowly but surely, old Tom Frost rises to his feet and elbows his way out of the hold, only for Capello to drive him down to the mat by the head. Capello then backs up into the corner and signals for his Field Goal kick. Capello rushes towards Frost, who surprises his opponent with a spinebuster! Frost lands on Capello for the pin.

Freddy Whoa: FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

Zach Davis: Where is Nowhere, anyway?

Freddy Whoa: Probably wherever Springfield is.

1… 2… Kickout.

Both men are beginning to get to their feet as the referee starts his ten count. Once both competitors are ready to go, Frost begins throwing punches towards Capello before whipping him off the ropes and catching him with a big forearm strike. Capello staggers backwards and Frost delivers a series of kicks to Capello’s midsection. Capello catches the last kick, but Frost stuns Capello with a big right hand before dropping him with a clothesline. Frost goes for yet another clothesline off the ropes, but Capello catches him with one as well, dropping both men to the mat.

Freddy Whoa: Both men down, who’s gonna get the advantage?

Both men struggle to get to their feet after this contest so far. Both Frost and Capello are now on their knees, exchanging strikes.

Zach Davis: Who’s gonna come out of this on top? It’s anyone’s match now!

The encounter ends when the more hard-hitting Frost drills Capello with a big forearm strike. Capello, however, manages to block another one and get to his feet. He tries to drop Frost to the mat to apply the Liberty Lock, but Frost kicks Capello off of him, sending him into the corner. Capello goes over to Frost once again, but Frost catches Capello with a seated Frostbite. Capello hops around on one foot and Frost gets to his feet and hits the Frostbite to Capello’s other foot. Frost then backs up and delivers the Face the Music, causing Capello to collapse like a tree. Frost hooks the leg of Capello.

1… 2… 3!

Bell rings.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Tom Frost!

Freddy Whoa: And just like that, old Tom Frost picks up the win!

Very Big Security Segment

Ainsley is seen backstage playing WCF 2k18 with a pile of Fish and Chips beside him. He seems to be having a great time. Ainsley begins to talk to the camera.

Ainsley: See the best part about this game isn't the music or the graphics or even the gameplay, it's the loot boxes. There's nothing better than beating all those cheap fucks in online play because I'm just that much better than them. See I just unlocked this loot crate let's see what I get.

Ainsley presses the controller and his face of joy soon turns to one of disgust. He sternly stairs at the screen for a good few seconds and slowly shifts his eyes to stare at the camera.

Ainsley: Heh... Excuse me real quick...HnnngghStupidpieceof...

The camera switches to the TV screen showing the viewers that Ainsley had gotten Luke Force, Marshall Gate and Jacob Black related items.

Ainsley: Yeah uh... Is this 2k Customer Service?

Ainsley nods his head before scoffing and holding the phone down so they don't hear him.

Ainsley: They don't even speak English! Good job 2k.

The phone is aggressively pulled back to Ainsley's head and he begins to speak.

Ainsley: You stupid foreigners are cheap assholes you know that?

...

Oh you understand English? You just can't speak it too well? You can't speak it at all! Dumbass!

...

I'd ask to speak to your owner but he probably sucks to much balls.

...

Mate I'm Ainsley Freaking Ivanovic, I represent the great United Kingdom and we're gonna blow you the fuck up!

...!

Your foreign threats are empty, you ain't gonna do shit about anything I say!

...!!

Mate if you keep shouting I will take your shouting ass to WAR!

Ainsley chuckles and puts the phone on speaker.

Ainsley: Listen to these guys haha! He's passed his phone to his foreigner friends.

A man with a Korean answer speaks decent English over the phone.

Man: Sir! Your insults go the supreme leader and threats of war will not go unpunished. The North Korean government will retaliate against your government with supreme efficiency. Goodbye!

Ainsley:...North Korean?.....I'M FROM NORWA- They hung up...

Ainsley breathed in heavily realising he must've mis-dialed. He gives out a fake chuckle and hold his head. His partner William walks into the locker room, out of breath. Ainsley doesn't move his head at all.

William: Ainsley! I've got a huge problem!

Ainsley: Yeah I think my problems bigger than yours...

William: I don't care! The Queen of England telekineticapathically contacted me in my sleep!

Ainsley:....Yeeeeep..

William: She told me that John Rabid is actually related to one of the founding fathers of the US!

Ainsley:...Yep....

William: Could all this be a facade? Could he be secretly working with American people? Have you seen Stranger Things yet?

Ainsley: What? No of course not.

William: You should man it's an awesome show-

Ainsley: No I mean just necause he's has an ancestor that's American doesn't mean he's conspiring with them or anything!

William: Well fine, you can just chill and do your Ainsley things I'm gonna be stealthy investigating to protect my country.

William began to march off.

Ainsley: It's not your country.

William: SHUT UP!

Ainsley picks the controller back up and begins to open more loot crates.

Ainsley:...dumbass...

Alpha Title Match
Agimat vs Johnny Alpha vs Jay West vs Leon Hayze

As the intro 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.

Johnny Alpha comes out to Centuries by fall out boy he brings a towel to the ring but when he enters the ring throw it to the fans but after spitting his gum into it

lights go out, then Jay West 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.

When 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, waiting for his opponent with a big grin on his face, randomly pointing to different fans until the match starts, whether he is out first or last.

Zach Davis: The Alpha Champion has a big defense here against three challengers! He doesn't need to be pinned to lose the belt!

Freddy Whoa: There's the bell.

Hayze runs at Alpha, Clotheslining him down out of the gate. He then turns to Agimat and hits him with a Dropkick, then a Dropkick to West as well. He pins West.

One.

Two.

Kickout!

Zach Davis: Looks like Hayze knows the odds are against him retaining and he's trying to get this match over as quickly as possible.

Agimat lifts Hayze up but Hayze elbows him a few times before executing a Pele Kick. Agimat flies out of the ring. Johnny Alpha grapples him next, spins him around and hits a Uranage!

Freddy Whoa: Alpha takes the Alpha Champ down.

Johnny doesn't go for a pin quite yet, instead he lifts him back up and hits a series of forearms forcing him into a corner. He then whips him across the ring to the other side where Hayze hits, stumbles out.. into a kick in the gut by Johnny.. and a Stunner!

Zach Davis: STUNNER!

Johnny pins Hayze!

One!

Two!

No!, kickout. Jay West lifts Alpha up and hits him with a variety of kicks before running to the ropes, Springboarding, and hitting a Cross Body. Alpha stumbles to his feet and West grabs his head, runs to the turnbuckle and hits a Sliced Bread #2!

Zach Davis: Pin from West to Alpha now!

One..

Two..

No, kickout from Alpha.

Freddy Whoa: Fast paced matchup so far, Agimat back in the ring too.

Agimat lifts West up and spins him around, going for a Superkick. West grabs his leg and spins him around, grapples him and hits a German Suplex. Agimat lands on his feet and hits West with a Superkick to the back of the head!

Zach Davis: DAMN!

Agimat is caught from behind by Hayze who gets him into an Octopus Stretch!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Submission applied out of nowhere!

Agimat yells out in pain.

Zach Davis: Is Hayze going to retain right here?!

No!, broken up by Johnny Alpha.

Freddy Whoa: Johnny Alpha has had a few chances at this belt and he wants it bad, Zach. You can tell, he needs this.

Alpha lifts the Champion up and kicks him in the stomach before delivering a Powerbomb!

Zach Davis: Here's the pin!

One!

TWO!

No!, kickout from Hayze.

Freddy Whoa: Hayze knows you only get one chance with this belt, and it's gotta be memorable. He doesn't want to lose it just as much as Alpha wants to win it!

Johnny Alpha grapples Hayze for the Alpha Crusher but Hayze shoves him away into the ropes before executing a Hurricanrana!

Zach Davis: More high flying offense from the Champ.

Jay West spins Hayze around and hits a series of European Uppercuts before throwing him to the ropes. As Hayze comes back, West executes a Belly to Belly. He then follows up with a Standing Moonsault into pin!

One!

Two!

Freddy Whoa: No! Kickout.

Zach Davis: They're really taking it to the Champ here tonight.

West backs up and tunes up the band...

Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!

Freddy Whoa: CODE OF SILENCE!

NO!, Hayze ducks it and West hits Agimat instead! Agimat flies out of the ring and Hayze rolls West up!

ONE!

TWO!

No!, another kickout. Both men are to their feet. West throws Hayze into the corner, and Alpha runs at him and Clotheslines him. Alpha and West lift Hayze up to the top rope.

Zach Davis: These two are working together now...

West and Alpha execute a Double Superplex!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

West is able to pin Hayze first!

ONE!

No, broken up by Alpha, who pins Hayze now.

ONE!

No, broken up by West. West and Alpha begin brawling before Agimat is back in the ring and runs at them, Clotheslining them out. Agimat is spun around by Hayze who drops him with a Drop Toehold.

Zach Davis: INTO THE STONE FREE!

STF APPLIED!

Freddy Whoa: AGIMAT HAS NO CHOICE! AGIMAT TAPS!

Zach Davis: LEON HAYZE RETAINS!

The bell soudns.

Freddy Whoa: Great match, and maybe Alpha or West could've pulled off the win if they could've worked together a little bit more!

Hayze gets to his feet and has his belt handed to him.

Zach Davis: The Alpha Champion lives to fight another day!

We go to commercial.

Luke Force Segment

Luke is in the locker room when Hank Brown and a camera catch up to him while putting a huge container of Ex-Lax laxative in his locker.

Hank Brown: Luke, what is going on? What is that you just put in your locker?

Luke: Don’t worry about that Hank, just know that I just gave VBS the shittiest meal of their lives.

Tag Team Titles Match
The Risen vs Kyle Kemp/Teo Del Sol

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: One Fall!

Kyle Steel: and it is for the WCF Tag Team Championship!

"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.

Freddy Whoa: And here we have two of the hottest young talents in WCF! They’ve been thrown in the fire here for the second time! On their first night, they came within inches of claiming tag team gold, and now they’re getting a second chance!

Zach Davis: Teo del Sol said he didn’t want any question marks, and I think that after tonight, we’ll have our answers.

McShane 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 McShane, before preparing for the match.

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.

Zach Davis: And here comes one half of the tag team champions! They said this pairing could never work, but you can’t argue it hasn’t reinvigorated del Sol.

Freddy Whoa: Reinvigorated is one word for it. But will it be enough to turn away the hungry challengers tonight?

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.

"Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and Kyle Kemp walks out slowly to the top of the stage. He stands with his arms out and soaks in boos from the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down to the ring, taunting the fans. He walks up the steps and gets in the ring with a smile and just leans on one of the turnbuckles, indifferent to anything that anyone is saying to him and waiting for the match to start. The fans hate how he's not responding to them and continue to boo louder.

Zach Davis: You talk about night and day, you talk about Kyle Kemp and Teo del Sol. Bitter rivals turned tag team champions, the question on everyone’s lips...can their partnership endure their differences?

Freddy Whoa: We’ll find out sooner than later I think, Kyle Kemp, the Omega champion, is ready to defend his second belt, and Teo looks eager to get started as well!

Marius and Madden confer with each other in the corner as to who should start the match, but after a brief discussion, Marius offers to begin with a thumbs up to his corner. Meanwhile, del Sol and Kemp are in the midst of a game of rock paper scissors.

Freddy Whoa: Heated debate here from the champions.

Del Sol comes up Rock to Kyle’s scissors, and Kyle rolls his eyes and gestures for Teo to start the match. Teo enthusiastically turns towards the ring as the bell rings.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Marius and Teo circle each other at a rather fast clip, sidestepping around the ring and looking for openings. After a few tense moments, they rush forward and lock up! The two grapple with each other, arms locked around the other’s head, but Marius’s strength soon gives him the advantage, grabbing Teo in a headlock!

Marius doesn’t have much time to hold onto the move though, as Teo throws himself backwards, sending both men into the ropes. Marius is forced to release the headlock, bouncing off towards the ring, Teo meanwhile hangs onto the middle rope, managing to keep still.

Freddy Whoa: But here comes Marius!

Sure enough, the imposing German uses the momentum to ricochet off the ropes and flies at the luchador with a titanic clothesline! Teo is sent over the ropes to the outside as the move connects!

Zach Davis: Such power from the challengers!

Marius turns to his partner and shoots him a thumbs up, but in the confusion he fails to notice that Teo has held onto the top rope! The former luchador jumps and launches himself just in time for Marius to turn around into a springboard crossbody!

Freddy Whoa: Vintage athleticism from del Sol here, and these people love it!

But wait! Despite connecting perfectly, Marius has somehow managed to keep his feet! He clings to the luchador, now in a very precarious position, and shifts all of his weight into a powerslam!

Zach Davis: Ouch! This is not going how Teo imagined!

Marius goes for the cover!

One!

Two!

No! Kyle Kemp breaks it up at the last second! Marius stands and glares at Kemp, who holds his hands up in mock innocence and returns to his corner.

But Teo takes advantage while Marius’s back is turned! He rolls the German up with a schoolboy pin, but rather than going for the cover, springs to his feet! Marius rolls backwards to his feet, but stands up into a flying forearm!

Freddy Whoa: Explosive offense on display off of the distraction!

Zach Davis: That’s the thing about tag team matches, you can never take your eye off the ball!

Marius stumbles back into his corner, and Madden hits a blind tag as he jumps off the apron.

Zach Davis: I don’t think Teo saw that tag!

Teo indeed seems to be preparing for a big windup, flying into the corner with a stinger splash! Marius drops down as Teo poses momentarily for the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: Ever the showman, del Sol! Listen to this crowd!

But Teo’s focus on Marius has allowed Madden to sneak into the ring behind the luchador! Teo turns around and walks directly into a running dropkick! Now it’s Teo’s turn to fall into the corner, as Madden rolls back and runs at the champion with a stinger splash of his own! Teo crumples like a ragdoll as Madden turns towards the crowd, mimicking Teo’s gestures in a mocking fashion.

Zach Davis: I don’t think The Risen has taken kindly to the champion’s showboating!

Freddy Whoa: It wouldn’t be the first time the fans have cost Teo a match, Zach.

Teo is in trouble now as Madden drags him roughly to his feet, unloading with a strong style chop to his chest! Teo falls back into the corner as Marius offers a tag. Madden slaps his partner’s hand and the big German almost immediately crushes Teo in the corner with another massive clothesline! He reaches out and tags Madden back in, and Madden prepares for another big splash!

Zach Davis: The crowd is hot for this one! They’re trying to will Teo back in, but the double team may prove to be too much!

Madden runs forward with yet another flying splash!

But no! Teo manages to get his wits about him at the last second! He sidesteps the move, grabbing Madden in midair and pushing him off course! He smashes into Marius, who was waiting on the apron! The German tumbles to the outside, banging off the ringsteps in an ugly crash!

Zach Davis: The referee is saying that didn’t count as a tag, but Teo has just bought himself some time!

Freddy Whoa: And he’s going for his corner, Kyle’s hand is out!

Teo lurches forward, crawling on the mat to his corner, inching ever closer to Kemp’s outstretched fingers… Finally he leaps forward towards the outstretched!

Zach Davis: And here comes Kyle!

But wait! Madden manages to grab Teo’s boot in mid-jump! The champion smacks down onto the ringmat as all of his momentum is halted, and Kyle looks like he’s going to run into the ring anyway!

But the ref pushes him back into his corner, and Kyle has little choice but to watch over the referee’s shoulder as Madden begins to twist Teo’s arm behind his back!

Freddy Whoa: Fujiwara armbar! Teo is trapped!

Teo cries out in pain, but manages to keep his face determined! Madden leans back on the hold as Teo’s face twists into a mask of agony. The people are cheering his name, but the hold is laser tight, and the champion is fading fast! He tries desperately to twist free, but has no luck as Madden sits down on the hold!

Teo’s hand finally reaches out, as if he is getting ready to slap the mat!

But the front row is cheering, calling for him not to do it! Not to give in! And instead of a tap, Teo instead reaches down and pulls himself forward, fighting through the pain to inch towards the ropes! Madden is ruthlessly applying pressure, but Teo’s determination is bolstered by the cheering fans, and he continues to inch!

Zach Davis: Can he make it?

Freddy Whoa: He’s got a long way to go!

Inch by inch, the once-masked man pulls himself forward, finally, he thinks he’s close, and puts everything into one last leap at the bottom rope!

But with expert timing, Madden twists up in the instant that Teo bursts forward! He manages to stall the former luchador’s progress just enough to keep him from hitting the bottom rope!

Zach Davis: Heartbreaking!

But in the focus on keeping him from the rope, Madden did not notice that while Teo was far enough from the rope, he was close enough…

To tag in Kyle Kemp! The barest fingertips meet, and the referee calls it legal! Kemp explodes out of the corner and frees his partner from the armbar with a hard stomp to Madden! Madden is caught off-guard by the sudden impact and tries to roll away, but Kyle is a house of fire, and follows it up with a baseball slide! Madden rolls all the way to the bottom rope, but manages to hold on, using the ropes to climb up slowly…

But Kemp runs forward with an all-too familiar kick!

Zach Davis: Back to the Minors! Madden is done!

But as big a shift in momentum as the move is, Kyle can’t capitalize, as Madden falls like a ragdoll to ringside. Kyle pursues, grabbing Madden to throw him back into the ring.

But out of nowhere Marius almost decapitates Kemp with a big boot! Kemp falls from the blow, and Marius quickly capitalizes, throwing his partner back into the ring.

Zach Davis: Marius trying to tag himself in here!

Marius manages to tag his partner, then jumps outside the ring and throws Kyle under the ropes. The big German slides in the ring and explodes towards Kyle as he gets up!

But Kyle suddenly comes to life, catching the big man and slamming him down with a spinebuster! Kyle rubs his jaw as the big man rolls to the ropes, then sets up for another baseball slide!

But no! Marius manages to roll out of the way as Kyle goes to the outside. He turns back and grabs Marius, delivering a clubbing blow to the German as he rolls back towards the center of the ring. Kyle steps into the ring and goes to the corner…

Freddy Whoa:Looks like another Back to the Minors may be on the way.

Marius gets to his knees, in perfect position for the move, and Kyle runs forward!

But wait! Madden has just barely managed to climb up to the apron, and catches Kyle’s boot! Kyle stumbles forward, trying to keep his balance, and walks directly into a big spear from Marius!

Zach Davis: The double team costing Kemp big here!

Marius looks like he’s going to go for a cover, but out of nowhere Teo comes flying into the ring with a crossbody from the top turnbuckle!

Freddy Whoa: I guess turnabout is fair play!

The referee starts to chastise Teo, but he’s already rolled out of the ring to deal with Madden! Teo goes for a big hook, and Madden answers back in kind! The crowd goes wild as the two slug it out at ringside!

But back in the ring, both Kemp and Marius are close to back on their feet.

Zach Davis: Who will be the first to take advantage?

Kemp runs at Marius..

Freddy Whoa: BACK TO THE MINORS!

Kemp pins him, hooking the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: The crowd is behind Kemp as he comes out victorious!

Kemp gets to his feet as Teo is able to roll back into the ring. Both men are handed their Tag Team Titles.

Freddy Whoa: They may be Tag Team Champions, but they have a date with Mikey eXtreme at One with the Omega Championship on the line.

We go to commercial.

Hardcore Title Match
Jayson Price vs Ethan King

Slam comes back from commercial just as "Judas" by Fozzy hits the arena speakers. The lights dim down until the guitars and drums kick in and pyro goes off from the titantron and stage. The crowd lets out a mixed reaction as a spotlight comes down onto the stage as Jayson Price steps out from the back. He pauses at the top of the stage and soaks in the crowd reaction, even waving them on so they'll get louder for him.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 243 pounds, hailing from Price Tower in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is the only man to win 9 different titles in WCF.....JAYYYYYYYYSON PRICE!

Price starts down the ramp, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans until he knocks the cell phone out of the hand of a selfie taking moron and then laughs. Finally, he'll climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes into the ring where he walks over to the nearby corner and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle where he takes a seat as he waits for the match to start.

Zach Davis: Well with the arrival of Jayson Price that means it's time for our next match!

Freddy Whoa: And it's not just any match...IT'S A MATCH FOR THE WCF HARDCORE TITLE! WHOA!

The beginning of "Alone With All The World” plays triumphantly throughout the arena, enticing a raucous wave of cheers 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, an all-knowing smile spread over his face as he holds both arms out in a welcoming gesture, bathing in both the admiration and awe from the audience in attendance.

Kyle Steel: Introducing now the REIGNING Hardcore Champion! Hailing from Los Angeles, California. He is 'The Iron Heart'... ETHAN KING!"

The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, Hardcore Title held over his shoulder, stopping occasionally to tag or shake the hands of the fans reaching over the barricade towards him.

He bounds up onto the apron of the ring, mouthing the words “Showtime” to the camera 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, before handing it over 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 waits for the match to commence. The referee holds the Hardcore Title up into the air, turns toward Price to show it to him, then to the crowd, then finally he hands it over to Kyle Steel outside the ring. Price hops down from his turnbuckle seat as the referee checks with both men and then signals for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Both men come out of their corners and circle the ring once before they move in and tie-up. King smaller and quicker than Price and he uses that advantage to transition to a rear grapple and tries to take Price down with a german suplex but Price counters it and elbows King off. Price with another elbow shot to the face before he runs for the ropes. He hits them and comes back looking for a clothesline but King ducks it! Price turns around and takes a stiff kick to the gut. King wastes no time and grabs Price before spiking him with a DDT. A hook of the leg for the quick pin attempt.

ON-

Zach Davis: Not even a one count after that DDT but Ethan King bringing it right at the challenger tonight.

King right back up to his feet but he's not allowing Price to do the same as he drops a knee across the back of the head, keeping him down. King now looking out of the ring toward the announce table.

Freddy Whoa: Zach I fear we may get hurt if we don't run.

King with a right hand into the back of the head before he rolls out of the ring and heads toward the announce table. Freddy and Zach get up and take a step back, but King is more interested in grabbing a steel chair. King folds it up and then throws it into the ring. King now looking toward where his Hardcore Title is and now he's demanding he be given it. Kyle Steel hands it over and King holds it up for the fans to see it.

Zach Davis: And King showing off for the fans, obviously feeling good about how things have been going.

King now rolling back into the ring as Price is trying to shake off the shots to the head. King now shoving the Hardcore Title into his face, screaming in his ear how this is his time. King drops the title to the mat and hooks Price for another DDT. But Price blocks it! Price lifting King up by the waist and he slams him back first onto the belt. King tries to curl up as Price lifts up and drives a knee into his gut. Price now with a forearm shot across the face before he rolls off of King.

Freddy Whoa: And the challenger looks like maybe he's turning things around finally.

Price looking toward the chair King threw into the ring earlier. He gets up to his feet and grabs the chair, quickly setting it up in the center of the ring. King rolling away, trying to escape the ring, but Price pulls him back in by the ankles and pulls him to his feet. King fights back with an open handed slap across the face but Price responds with a headbutt. King looking dazed as Price grabs a handful of hair and screams into King's ear "it's your time when I say it is" before he spins King around and then throws him headfirst into the set up chair. Ethan ends up with the chair around his neck as he's laid out on the mat.

Zach Davis: Nothing pretty about that, that was a straight up street fight kind of move.

Freddy Whoa: But rarely do we see a Hardcore Title Match that's pure wrestling.

Zach Davis: Still a thug move! Price is in there just trying to kill our Hardcore Champion and needs to be fired for that!

King trying to pull the chair off but Price puts a foot down and begins to push, trying to choke the life out of the champion.

Zach Davis: Come on! Stop this referee! Stop that barbarian!

Price screaming at the referee to ask King if he wants to quit. King waving him off but Price is slowly pressing down harder. The referee watching for any sign that King wants to quit when Ethan from out of nowhere goes with his only option and brings his foot up into the groin of Price. Price stumbles away and King quickly shoves the chair away from himself as he grabs at his throat. Price near the ropes holding himself as King is now sitting up, trying to get to his feet. Price hobbles over to him and tries to cut him off, pulling him in for a german suplex. But King again utilizing the classic kick to the groin to get some space from Price. King now scooping up the Hardcore Title and he spins around, blasting Price across the temple with the belt. King hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Freddy Whoa: Kickout!

King jawing at the referee that it was a 3 count but the referee is having none of that. Price rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up as King is setting up for something. Price to his feet and King connects with a spinning heel kick to the gut, followed up by the pele kick.

Zach Davis: Revelation!

Price stumbles and then falls over onto the mat as King is looking toward the top rope to finish the match. King headed up the turnbuckles to the top and the fans get to their feet. King leaps off effortlessly with a moonsault...but Price rolls out of the way! King somehow lands on his feet, but not gracefully as he nearly falls. Price out onto the apron and trying to pull himself upright as King goes after him. King grabbing him by the head and trying to suplex him back into the ring when Price jams a thumb into the eye. Price now dragging King to the corner and slams him face first into the turnbuckle. King still up and near the ropes as Price grabs him in the cravate.

Freddy Whoa: DOWNFALL!

Price tries to drop King across the top rope with the cravate cutter but King shoves him away and flying off the apron. King now at the ropes and he springboards over them with a cross body that takes Price to the ground. King using the barricade to get up as Price is trying to sit up. King the first to his feet and he pulls Price up as well. Price tries to fight back with an elbow but King blocks it. King with a knee to the gut and from out of nowhere he hits an STO that drives Price face first into the barricade.

Freddy Whoa: JESUS!

The crowd gasps at the violent collision of Price's head and the hard barricade. King not content though as he drags Price to his feet and then sets him up.

Zach Davis: FLATLINE!

King with his Inverted Lifting Single Underhook DDT onto the ground and then hooks the leg as the referee goes for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: And The King retains!

The referee quick to check on Price but King shoves him away and begins demanding he gets his hand raised. The referee begrudgingly does it and then goes back to checking on Price, who's bleeding badly from the nose. Kyle Steel brings King his Hardcore Title, which is immediately raised into the air. King now heading for the ramp as Slam goes to commercial.

Gravedigger/Andre Holmes vs Sidney J. Warwick/Stephen Singh

The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and Gravedigger emerges from the back with a pair of MS-13 bikers in tow. He throws his arms out and yells out with a look of rage on his face. The crowd drowns the Legend in boos and his face quickly turns into a smirk as he looks out at the crowd before finally focusing in on the ring.

Gravedigger starts slowly walking down the ring, the air still thick with boos as the smirk is etched on his hardened face. As the trio reaches the ringside area, the two bikers walk off to one side as Gravedigger jogs up the nearby ring steps. He steps in between the top and middle rope and bounces into the ring. He walks around the ring looking out at the crowd before finally stopping at one of the turnbuckles. He stands on the middle pad and smirks out at the crowd as they continue to rain boos down upon him.

A slow but assuring guitar riff broken up in a DJent pattern starts playing with the lights in the arena shutting off to illuminate gray colored images of Andre Holmes on the titantron. "Relentless" by New Years Day suddenly begins with lights flashing, and dancing around highlighting different sections of the arena. He walks out from the back wearing the black hoodie over his head, his ring attire on with the WCF Hardcore Championship hung over his right shoulder. Cheers are increasing like giant waves on the beach to him as he stands on the center stage surveying the crowd with a big smile on his face. Walking down the entrance path, he pauses until hearing the lyrics "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up...." Removing his belt from off his shoulder, he raises the championship in the air while releasing a thundering primal scream. A flash of white, and red colored fireworks emerges behind him in single-line fashion.

Afterwards, the lights return back to normal, and he walks down to the ring keeping the title in his right hand while mingling with some of his fans at ringside. Climbing up onto the apron, he quickly runs to leap onto the middle rope. Taking both straps of the title in each hand, he raises the belt high while a spotlight emerges behind him to cloak him in a silhouette with smoke pushing upwards for that shadow effect. Hopping over the top rope, he lands inside the ring to stay in an unoccupied corner where he removes his hoodie, and tosses it to the outside. There, Andre warms up while his championship hang on the top rope, and he tightens the strap on his MMA Gloves waiting for his opponent to come out.

"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 gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." 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: These two teams couldn't be more opposite. We've got the Epitome of Hardcore and the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time teaming up against two technical wrestlers with questionable moral codes in regards to in ring competition.

Andre Holmes starts the match for his team, and Sidney J. Warwick for his. The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: Everyone in this match looking for momentum as we get closer and closer to One.. Here we go!

The two men tie up and Warwick immediately switches behind Holmes before taking him to the mat with a Drop Toehold. Warwick immediately applies a Side Headlock which Holmes breaks free of and gets to his feet. Holmes runs at Warwick, who catches him in a Hiptoss. Warwick quickly rushes in and applies a Chinlock.

Zach Davis: We can see the strategy at play here right away - SJW is trying to ground Holmes and stop him from hitting any of the big moves he's known for.

Freddy Whoa: I mean... obviously?

Zach Davis: Shut up.

Holmes is relentless, of course, and works his way up from the Chinlock before lifting Sidney and executing a Backdrop Suplex. Holmes gets back to his feet and Sidney takes a wild swing at him, only for Holmes to catch him and execute a Uranage Backbreaker! Holmes goes for the pin.

One.

Two.

Freddy Whoa: Kickout by Sidney J. WarWinner.

Holmes lifts Sidney up but Sidney drops him with a Jawbreaker before going to tag in Singh. Singh enters the match and runs at Holmes, tackling him down and hitting a series of punches. Holmes rolls away and both men are to their feet, Singh runs at Holmes and gets a kick to his gut for the trouble. Holmes follows that up with a Snap DDT!

Zach Davis: Andre Holmes taking Singh down to the mat, spiking his head. Into the pin.

One..

Two..

Kickout from Singh.

Freddy Whoa: Everyone in this match has something huge going into One. We expect Andre Holmes to challenge Ethan King for the WCF Hardcore Title!

Holmes lifts Singh up and throws him into a neutral corner. He hits a series of chops before throwing him to the opposite corner. Singh stumbles out and Holmes catches him in a Belly to Belly Suplex!

Zach Davis: Andre Holmes now tags in Gravedigger!

Gravedigger steps into the match, staring down Stephen Singh, his opponent at One!

Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger has his One opponent in his sights - the one man standing between him and a World Title shot at One 2018!

Singh sees Gravedigger and immediately rolls away and tags in SJW.

Crowd: BOOOO!!

Zach Davis: They wanted to see One come early!

Sidney steps into the ring with Gravedigger.

Freddy Whoa: War wasn't too long ago, and I'm sure that is still fresh in Gravedigger's mind!

Gravedigger runs at SJW but SJW ducks away from him and then rolls him up.

One.

Two.

No!, kickout. Both to their feet. SJW rushes GD now but Gravedigger elbows him in the face before taking him down with a Russian Legsweep.

Zach Davis: We called SJW and Singh great technical wrestlers, but Gravedigger isn't a slouch himself. He can do it all.

Gravedigger stomps away at SJW for several moments before lifting him up and throwing him to the ropes. As SJW comes back Gravedigger catches him and executes a Running Powerslam!, into another pin.

One...

Two...

No!, another kickout by SJW.

Freddy Whoa: Sidney J. Warwick, for the first time in a while, is not a Champion. He's heading into One, but he's got a lot to prove.

Zach Davis: Surviving against Gravedigger is proof you're tough in my book!, let alone winning.

Gravedigger lifts SJW up again and shoves him into a corner. He hits a series of strikes before lifting him to the top.

Freddy Whoa: High risk time.

Gravedigger gets him up...

Zach Davis: SUPERPLEX!

Sidney J. Warwick crawls towards Stephen Singh to make a tag.

Freddy Whoa: SINGH AND GRAVEDIGGER! HERE WE GO!

As Sidney reaches out, Singh drops off the apron, denying him.

Crowd: BOOOO!!!!

Zach Davis: He's going to leave his own partner out to dry like that?

Gravedigger grapples SJW from behind. As he does, SJW struggles against him - which allows Singh to slide back into the ring and forearm Gravedigger in the head, breaking up the grapple. Singh quickly hits a Chopblock to the back of the knee. He and SJW then stomp away at Gravedigger before laughing at having fooled him.

Freddy Whoa: What did we just see?

Zach Davis: Sidney J. Warwick and Stephen Singh just pretended to have the typical wrestling "partners that don't get along" thing going just to trick Gravedigger. Wow. Diabolical.

Andre Holmes enters the ring and runs at Singh, Clotheslining him out and both men flying over the ropes. SJW lifts Gravedigger to his feet before hopping onto his shoulders and executing a Victory Roll!

One!

Two!

Freddy Whoa: Sidney has it!

No!, Gravedigger breaks free. Both men to their feet Sidney ducks a Grave Marker attempt as Gravedigger hits the ropes and bounces back - SJW rolls him up from behind.

One!

Two!

Both men to their feet again. They stand off, circling each other.

Zach Davis: For all we know, Sidney J. Warwick could beat Rabid, hold the belt for a year, and face Gravedigger at One 2018.

Freddy Whoa: I mean, feel free to quote me if that happens, Zach, but... I kinda doubt it.

Sidney runs at Gravedigger who ducks away and Clotheslines him down. Sidney gets back up and Gravedigger lifts him up for the Embalmer.

Zach Davis: Reverse DVD!

No, Sidney slides behind. Instead of going for another pin he Dropkicks Gravedigger, sending GD into his corner. Holmes tags himself in.

Freddy Whoa: Relentless!

Holmes runs at Sidney and hits him with a Shining Wizard. Sidney goes down and Holmes lifts him up before hitting a series of Kobashi chops before a series of roundhouse kicks before executing an Exploder Suplex into the corner!

Zach Davis: Dancehall Party!

Stephen Singh enters the ring and tears Holmes down with a Chop Block.

Crowd: BOO!

Gravedigger enters the match but the ref is checking on Holmes, Singh is able to low blow him. Gravedigger goes down as SJW lifts Holmes up and thumbs his throat. SJW hits a Jumping Knee Strike that sends him turning into Stephen Singh, who runs at him and hits him with a SMITE!

Freddy Whoa: KINSHASA!!!!

SJW crawls on top of Holmes, hooking the leg.

ONE..

TWO..

Kickout.

Zach Davis: It seems like Andre is really favoring that leg - that chop block did some damage.

Freddy Whoa: He may be seriously injured.

The two men lift Holmes up. Singh executes a Dragonscrew Legwhip before keeping the leg hooked and lifting Holmes up, he pulls him in takes him down again with a Leglock Grapevine before SJW begins stomping on the same leg.

Zach Davis: Come on! Andre is hurt. The ref has to do something!

But the ref doesn't want to call this high profile match. Andre screams in pain but won't give up.

Freddy Whoa: GRAVEDIGGER IS UP!

Gravedigger runs at SJW and Clotheslines him out of the ring, before turning to Stephen.

Zach Davis: GRAVE MARKER TO THE SUPERSTAR!

Gravedigger pins Singh!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, the ref realizes Gravedigger isn't the legal man and stops counting. SJW rolls him up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

SJW'S FEET ARE ON THE ROPES!

THREE

NO!, the ref again realizes Gravedigger isn't the legal man. He kicked out, anyway.

Freddy Whoa: This ref kinda sucks.

Both men are up yet again and SJW runs at Gravedigger and hits him with a Jumping Knee Strike, sending him out.

Zach Davis: Andre Holmes has stumbled up but he's favoring his leg. He's hurt.

SJW runs at him and boom, another Jumping Knee Strike. Singh is able to grapple him before he turns around and drops him with a Cognitive Dissonance!, spinning him around right into a Privilege Check from SJW.

Freddy Whoa: WELP.

SJW pins Holmes.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Aanndd there you have it!

Andre rolls out of the ring as SJW and Singh get their arms raised. Gravedigger watches on, looking pissed as usual.

Television Title on the Line
Luke Force/Jacob Black/Marshall Gates vs John Rabid/Very British Security

Kyle Steel:This next match is our main event of the evening. It is for the WCF World Television Title. This is a 3 on 3 tag match. If the Champion, John Rabid, is pinned by any member of the opposing team, the man who pins the champion will win the title!

Smoke begins to fill the entrance ramp as 'Eyes on Fire' by Zed as Dead begins to play. The arena goes dark for a few seconds, before a spotlight shines at the top of the entrance. Jacob Black appears in the spotlight with his head held down, wearing a mask resembling a dragon. As soon as the bass from the entrance theme drops, all of the lights in the arena come on and Jacob removes the mask to reveal his face. He begins walking down to the ring, glaring at fans as they reach their arms out at him, slapping them away from him.

Kyle Steel: Our first competitor hails from Seattle Washington. He weighs 220 pounds and stands 6 feet one inch tall. This is Jacob, New Era, Black!

the crowd’s response is negative but muted. Almost as if they can’t see him, almost like he didn’t show up.

'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: One of his teammates. He is6 feet 5 inches tall and weighs 285 pounds. He is from San Antonio Texas. This is Marshall Gates!!

Zach Davis: The Chesapeake Energy Arena has just exploded. The Oklahoma City crowd is quite familiar with Gates and they love him, they really love him!

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.

Kyle Steel: And their tag team partner, from Virginia Beach, Virginia. He stands 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighs 255 pounds. This is Luke “The Irresistible” Force!!

Zach Davis: The Chesapeake Energy Center has just imploded. The Oklahoma City crowd is quite familiar with Force and they hate him, they really hate him.

The Republic of Ireland National Anthem plays over the PA and William the Behemoth and Ainsley quickly marches down to the ring ignoring the crowds boos. They appear to be holding a box each of the pre-match fish ‘n chips provided by Luke Force

Zach Davis: These two are completely unaware that Luke Force added a special ingredient to their fish n chips.

Freddy Whoa: Based on what I know about laxatives, they are going to find out in about 10 minutes.

Kyle Steel: The first two members of the next team are at combined weight of 1005 pounds. William the Behemoth is from Miami, England and Ainsly Ivanovich, Budapest, Hungary. Ladies and gentlemen…. Very British Security!

Freddy Whoa: You know Zach, I have never understood why the WCF boo these two, but tonight they are cheering.

Zach Davis: I’m sure that has a lot to do with who their tag team partner is tonight.

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. The WCF Television is in the same place it has been for over 280 days, securely around the waist of John Rabid.

Zach Davis: Now this is what a pop sounds like. This is how the WCFiverse cheers for their champion!

Freddy Whoa: You mean Champions Zach. Don’t forget Rabid is not only defending his TV title tonight, he is the reigning World Champion, and William the Behemoth is the People’s Champion.

Zach Davis: Definitely a lot of gold in that ring tonight.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen. Our next competitor needs no introduction. He is from London, England. He weighs 226 pounds, he is six feet two inches tall. Oklahoma City, this is your WCF World Heavyweight and WCF World Television Title holder. John The Ripper Rabid!!

Another explosion from the crowd as Rabid hands his world title to a WCF employee at ringside and hands the WCF Television Title to head referee, Stanley Moser. Moser approaches the team of Force, Black, and Gates who are all standing in the ring, in their corner. He shows each one of them the belt. As each man looks at the belt, the other two look incredulous that the other would have the gall to even look at the title, as if they had a shot of winning it. Moser heads to the center of the ring and raises the belt high above head his head. He then hands the belt to that same WCF employee to places on the timekeepers table, next to the World title. Moser calls for the bell and William and Rabid head to the apron. Neither Gates, nor Force, nor Black even budge.

Zach Davis: These guys can’t even decide who is going to start this match? Not much a team are they?

Freddy Whoa: Not a team at all. This week Luke says he would kick anyone’s ass who gets in his way of the title.

Zach Davis: Yeah, and Gates said he would destroy anyone who came between him and the title. It’s look like William is offering advice.

Freddy Whoa: I think he is telling them how to play duck duck goose in order to choose who starts. The 3 look at each other as if to say who is this idiot?

William takes this opportunity to elbow Luke Force in the head sending through the ropes and onto the floor, and then clotheslining the big Texan over the rope onto the floor leaving just Jacob Black. William looks at Moser. Moser shrugs his shoulders and motions for the two men to fight. William starts an assault on Black with and elbow to the head that floors Black and then foot stomps to the head while he is grounded. William with a standing elbow drop followed by a running splash.

Zach Davis: All of this is happening directly in front of Luke and Marshall. They both are just standing on the outside. Neither of them appear willing to jump up and make a tag.

Freddy Whoa: These are two veterans. They understand that being in the ring with William the Behemoth is not advantageous. They pin him, they win the match, they don’t win the title.

Zach Davis: Behemoth just whipped Black into the far corner.

Freddy Whoa: Don’t let Sidney J Warwick hear you say that.

Zach Davis: Say what?

Freddy Whoa: Whipped Black. Black is now in the wrong corner and Behemoth makes a tag to Rabid.

Zach Davis: And look how quickly both Force and Gates hop to the apron and are cheering on their partner to make a tag. Luke just slapped Gates hand down and Gates slaps Luke down.

Luke again slaps Gates hand away and this time Gates returns with a punch to the head that sends Force flying toward the floor. Force is able to grab Gates and bring him with. Both men tumble to the floor and slide into the guardrail

The two men now are wrestling on the ground, or is it two snakes mating? Either Black is alone in the ring with Rabid and Rabid is on the offensive. An Irish whip with a V-trigger running knee strikes to the high knee on the rebound. Rabid picks Black up and drops him with a quick triple German suplex. Jacob Black swings at Rabid and Rabid easily avoids contact. The swing and the miss causes Black to fall to the canvas. Rabid looks to Force and Gates and chuckles. Rabid looks to the crowd and motions for them to keep quiet by pressing his finger to his lips. He motions for them to count by holding one, then two fingers in the air. Rabid then drops to the canvas and slaps it once the crowd counts in unison “one.”

Zach Davis: Wow! Those guys are moving fast as they slide into the ring! They think they are saving Black, they actually falling into Rabid’s trap!

Freddy Whoa: Rabid is back up and he stomps Luke on the back and does the same to Gates! They both roll out of the ring. Rabid is again chuckling.

Zach Davis: It looks like Gates and Force are having a discussion. It almost appears as if they have agreed to something.

Force and Gates both are now just lurking on the outside by their corner. They look like hyenas watching a wounded prey. Rabid tags Ainsley in and Ainsley applies an immediate Queen’s Permission sleeper hold. Force and Gates stare intently at the action. Moser raises Black’s arm, it falls

ONCE....

TWICE.....

THR. Force and Gates both slide into the ring and break the hold and then quickly slide out of the ring again.

Zach Davis: Ainsley picks Black’s limp body up and nails a quick running clothesline, followed by his Western Front, his running knee into a neck breaker!

Freddy Whoa: Here’s the cover.

ONE..

TWO...

THR..Luke Force and Marshall Gates slide back into the ring to break up the pin. They quickly slide back out and pace the outside.

Ivanovich with another cover

ONE...

TWO..

THR...Gates and Force slide back in and break it up. They slide right back out.

Zach Davis: It seems quite clear that Gates and Force have decided to let Jacob Black take the beating of his life, but not get pinned. It sort of reminds of Prometheus. It was ordered that his insides would be eaten by a bird, only to be grown back daily, and thusly eaten again.

Freddy Whoa: thank Zach for that lovely image. But I get what you are saying.

Zach Davis: Here is Ainsley look for a DDT. No wait. What is that look on his face.

Freddy Whoa: Zach, that is the unmistakable look of a man who is unsure if the thing that comes out of his ass will be gas or solid. It looks like the laxative that Luke snuck into the fish and chips are starting to take effect.

Zach Davis: Oh dear god, that sounded gaseous, and the smell is making me nauseous.

Freddy Whoa: Ainsley has rolled out of the ring near Force and Gates, they avoid him by jumping on the apron. Black is able to tag Gates making him the legal man!

Rabid and William both enter the ring and run toward Gates and Luke who have both entered the ring trying to avoid the stench of Ainsley. An exhausted and beaten Jacob Black rolls out of the ring, oblivious to the wretched odor. William stops mid ring with the same look on his face that Ainsley just had. It appears as if William has just figured out the answer as the look on his face goes from that of a man who is about to crap his pants, to a man who just crapped his pants. He rolls out of ring and joins Ainsley at ringside. Rabid is now facing Force and Gates and the three of them start exchanging blows. It starts out with Rabid punching Force while Gates punching Rabid, the Rabid would punch Gates while Force would punch Rabid. Eventually the pattern changed to where it became and all 1 v 1 v 1 slugfest. Rabid to Force, Force punches Gates, Gates punches Rabid. Rabid punches, Gates, Gates punches Force, Force punches Rabid. Rabid eventually and quite slips out and rests on the turnbuckle while the two teammates go at it with fists.

Zach Davis: You know Freddy, Force and Gates have done a pretty decent job of beating themselves up and Rabid is just enjoying the view.

Freddy Whoa: Every time he steps in the ring, he proves to be not just one of the most talented, but also one of the smartest wrestlers in the WCF. I guess that’s why he wears about 30 pounds of gold.

Zach Davis: It looks like Gates and Force have wised up to what they were doing and seem have decided to get back the same page. They both look like they have been through hell and 99.9 percent of it has been inflicted by themselves.

Freddy Whoa: Ainsley and William are busy collecting popcorn buckets and emptying them out. What on earth for. Oh no, that can’t be.

Zach Davis: Dear God and Baby Jesus don’t let this happen to us!

Ainsly and William have collected popcorn buckets and have each pulled up a side of the apron and are using it to cloak themselves. All we can see of these huge men are their heads poking out from the apron that is wrapped around them. Their faces look relieved to be relieving themselves. Behemoth quietly asked a fan at ringside if he could use his iPad, saying something about old habits. The fan wisely declined.

Zach Davis: It looks like this has boiled down to Rabid against Luke and Gates. Jacob Black is still motionless on the outside. Stanley Moser has directed Luke Force to the outside with protesting from Force.

Freddy Whoa: Gates looks thrilled as Luke is ushered to the corner by Moser. He knows this is best to win the title.

Zach Davis: I think Rabid recognizes it too. He goes in for a collar and elbow tie up but Gates avoids contact and pushes Rabid against the ropes and hits a vicious spear on the rebound. He picks him up for a powerbomb and goes lateral press style for the pin.

ONE..

TWO..

THR..

Freddy Whoa: Kickout by the champ who delivers a seated Pele kick to the top of Gates’ head. This stumbles Gates and Luke tris to tag but he is out of reach. Rabid is up and charging.

Zach; Again Gates avoids him he rebounds of the ropes and Gates catches him with a kick to the gut and a powerbomb. He holds it for another, this is a third!

Freddy Whoa: You know what comes next and here it is! The sitout powerbomb and the Gates of Hell have been opened!

Zach Davis: Luke has shit on the bottom of his wrestling boot and is trying desperately to scrape on the corner of the steel steps. He doesn’t see what is happening! Gates with a cover!

ONE…

TWO..

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Marshal Gates has done it, Rabid kicked out apparently a half second too late. Looked to me like he kicked out in time but I'm not the referee... We have a new Television Champion! The record is over!

Kyle Steel: Here are your winners.. BY FORFEIT... LUKE FORCE AND MARSHAL GATES!!

Zach Davis: Wait what?

Marshall Gates gets up and asks the ref what the hell is going on.

Freddy Whoa: I heard Very British Security yelling "WE GIVE UP" from ringside, feeling forlorn over their crappy situation... I'm pretty sure the referee accepted that as a submission!

Zach Davis: But...

Rabid rolls out of the ring after grabbing his Television Title, backpeddling up the ramp and looking happy that one of the shittiest Slams in history is over.

Freddy Whoa: Well... that's all we have for tonight, folks. Please don't let this turn you on our company, we hope to see you next week. We're sorry.

Zach Davis: Now let’s see if we can get some refunds for that popcorn and find some way to get Ainsley and William out of here. This is absolutely disgusting.

Slam fades to brown.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Sythe vs John Tolly vs Jack Smith

El Enigmatico/Comet vs EVIL

Dan Capello vs Tom Frost

Alpha Title Match: Agimat vs Johnny Alpha vs Jay West vs Leon Hayze

Tag Team Titles Match: The Risen vs Kyle Kemp/Teo Del Sol

Hardcore Title Match: Jayson Price vs Ethan King

Gravedigger/Andre Holmes vs Sidney J. Warwick/Stephen Singh

Television Title on the Line: Luke Force/Jacob Black/Marshall Gates vs John Rabid/Very British Security

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Luke Force
Match:
Force/Black/Gates vs Rabid/VBS
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
John Rabid
Omega:
Kyle Kemp
Television:
John Rabid
Hardcore:
Ethan King
People's:
William the Behemoth
Internet:
William the Behemoth
Alpha:
Leon Hayze
Tag Team:
Teo del Sol/Kyle Kemp