08/13/2017
Live from the Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma


Slam Intro

A wall of static greets us as faint, humanoid like imagery slowly congeals within the confines of an OLED screen. The face of Sidney J. Warwick is now seen forming from a swarm of rewinding staccato pixels; his slender, devious lips racking into focus like a twisted Rorschach test given maleficent life. This is the last scene from Sidney’s promo, aired on the WCF network seven days previously, the lens transfixed on Sidney’s odd delivery as Hank Brown is heard sheepishly interviewing the Social Justice Warrior off camera.

Sidney: I need to save him.

Hank Brown: You need to save who, exactly?

Sidney: I need to save . . . Dorian.

Hank Brown: Dorian?

Sidney: Dorian.

Freeze frame. Rewind. Play.

Hank Brown: Dorian?

Sidney: Dorian.

Freeze frame. Rewind. Play.

Sidney: Dorian.

Sidney: Dorian.

Sidney: Dorian.

KER-KRASH! The screen is suddenly obliterated before our eyes as we zoom out to reveal John Rabid standing next to Ainsley Ivanovic, William the Behemoth and Emily Rush. Rabid’s right leg is out stretched, having just delivered a devastating superkick to the screen. The Ripper is dressed in his customary wrestling attire; a gleaming WCF Television title strewn neatly over his right shoulder while Emily places her hand on his broad left, squeezing The Serpent’s upper biceps as John exhales a gust of focused anger from his shaking, enraged body as he adjusts his stance.

Emily Rush: What does he mean, “Save Him”, John?

Ainsley interjects.

Ainsley Ivanovic: Sidney’s a whack job sadomasochist, Ma’am. Who knows what he means? Right, John?

With both feet planted back on terra-firma, Rabid takes his time before finally answering. The Ripper’s face is like stone. Eyes still, impassioned instead with a quelled rage seething with horrific pragmatism. A machine, programmed to kill.

John Rabid: Everyone talks too much.

Rabid flips a coin, it lands on the shattered TV screen beneath his feet.

John Rabid: Tails, you lose.

Rabid exits the dressing room as Emily looks on, worried.

Jacob Black vs Johnny Alpha

Zach Davis: Tonight, Ladies and Gentlemen we are coming to you form Chesapeake Energy Arena, in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, the Tarheel state!

Freddy Whoa: That's right, Zach. And tonight we get things going right off with a great first matchup of Jacob Black versus Jounny Alpha. Both rising stars here in the WCF. It'll be interesting to see ehat these two superstars do here tonight.

Zach Davis: They are with a few others, the future of the company. And speaking of those others nearly all of them are in action one way or the other tonight!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, it's time for Wrestling Championship Federation, SATURDAY SLAM!! First making his way to the ring weighing in at 225 pounds, from Seatle Washington, The Leader of the 'New Era' Jacob Black!

Smoke begins to fill the entrance ramp as 'Eyes on Fire' by Zed is 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. Black climbs through the ropes and into the ring, there he waits for his opponent as Kyle Steele announces him.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, making his way to the ring weighing in at 235 pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia, he is, Johnny Alpha!!

As Fallout Boy's Centuries blares through the Chesapeake Energy Arena, Johnny Alpha jogs easily down the ramp and to the ring carrying a towel with him. As he climbs into the ring he whirls it and tosses it into the crowd after spitting his gum into it. The crwd boos it's disapproval as the bell rings and the match gets underway.

The two bad men meet at the center of the ring, Johnny Alphya moving a little quicker and getting a grp on the right wrist and forearm of Jacob Black. He pushes him back then flings him into the ropes, Black twisting to strike them back first and bounce off to come at Alpha who is preparing to attempt a back drop but telegraphs the move and Johnny Alpha is able to catch him by the shoulders and slam him face first into the mat, falling over him. Both men roll to their feet and start to more cautiously circle each other.

Zach Davis: These two wasting no time getting started. Those are some high energy moves out there!

Ever eager, Johnny Alpha isthe first to close the distance, Jacob black rewards him with a shorp right jab to the face. The two stand for a moment trading punches, before Black elivers a right handed uppercut to the point of Johnny Alpha's chin and sends him reeling. He follows up quickly with a scoop slam, the ring reverberating with the impact. Johnny Alpha lies still for a moment before slowly beginning to sit up. Jacob Black gets behind the seated Alpha and attempts a sleeper hold. Johnny Alpha is not beaten yet though and reaching up he flips Jacob black over his shoulders onto his back, quickly springing to his feet once the counter move is made.

Freddy Whoa: I don't think I've ever seen anyone get out of that kind of hold quite like that. The sheer power!

The quick counter had Jacob Black stunned for a moment, and Johnny Alpha manages to capitalize dropping a fist on the prone man. Both men are slow to get to their feet. They tie up at center ring once more, this time arms locked over each other's shoulders, in this test of strength, Johnny Alpha prevails and manages to push Johnny Alpha into the corner, he jumps up onto the second rope and begins to rain punches on the face and head of Johnny Alpha. Alpha slumps in the corner, his arms up over the top rope all that is holding him up for several moments, With effort Jacob Black lifts his opponent up to the top turnbuckle, sitting him there and then getting back up onto the second rope, the two struggle for a moment or two before Black delivers a Superplax, leaving Johnny Alpha sprawled in the center of the ring.

Zach Davis: Johnny Alpha may be in trouble here... if Jacob Black wins are we going to see him take apart another wrestler?

Freddy Whoa: I don't think so, but there better be officials on stand by...

Zach Davis: you know that's not a bad idea...

Jacob Black takes time to climb up to the top of the turnbuckle, intent on delivering a massive elbow to finish off his prone opponent. He coils and jumps ready with his extended elbow to drive it home into Alpha's chest but Johnny Alpha must have sensed the move, he rolls out of the way just in time, climbing to his feet as Jacob Black lies momentarily stunned. Black finally gets to his feet, but is bounced off the ropes by Johnny Alpha who builds momentum to sweep Jacob off his feet and plant him with a decisive powerbomb.

Johnny Alpha goes for the cover. The ref, Stanley Moser, slides into place...

Zach Davis: Johnny Alpha with a quick cover...

Before the ref can count, a masked figure slides into the ring. The shimmering diamonds speckling his face can lead the audience to surmise the identity of the intruder as only one man: Jared Holmes. Before either competitor can react, Holmes tears the mask from his head and unleashes a volley of boots upon both grounded competitors, his heel slamming violently into their mouths and temples in rapid success. The bell rings frantically to signal the end of competition… and the audience remains in stun silence. As both of the wrestlers lay beaten beneath the barrage, Jared turns to the crowd and drops the mask to the matt. Snapping a microphone from the hands of the referee, he sits upon the closest broken body.

Jared Holmes: I want everyone to see what I just did. I didn’t have to use any powers. No magic – no illusions – no fog and mirrors. I stepped into the ring and made two people bleed. This is what I do. Despite any misconception that I’m merely “a gimmick” or “more supernatural bullshit”, I am one of, if not THE, greatest talent to step into WCF.

Holmes lowers the mic. The audience remains in perfect silence – the drop of a pin could be heard, if anyone even dare make such an interruption.

Jared Holmes: Since the moment I entered this company, I wanted nothing but to be the best. I already knew I was – I didn’t have anything to prove to myself or those in the lockerroom. It didn’t matter if you were from the sandwastes or a war veteran or a fat biker with a history fetish or a gay British vampire who’s suddenly face despite actually mind-raping a person and drinking the blood of others – all that mattered was the recognition and acknowledgment. To be the best, you need to have the attention of the best. And that’s why when #BeachKrew, the most innovative and controversial stable in the history of this sport – a stable that was my personal brainchild – took WCF by storm, I still wasn’t content. It wasn’t that I couldn’t be proud of the achievements of Wade, my best friend. There was no jealousy or acrimony between him or me. What mattered is that my accomplishments went unseen. But perhaps none of that apathy and disbelief stung more than the apathy and disbelief of one man – a man who I admired and worshipped. That man was Joey Flash.

And despite the cheap moment of heat – still not a sound. A thin smile stretches across Holmes’ lips.

Jared Holmes: Joey Flash was everything I expected myself to be and wanted so desperately. He was a talent immediately recognized as a prodigy and groomed for such. He was immediately recognized by the legends of this company and had his phone ringing off the hook for collaboration. He was the hottest agent in the business. And there was no one who bought that hype more than me. You see, if there’s one admirable trait about Joey, it’s that his combination of P.T. Barnum-esque charisma and above-average looks can make him seem affable and charming to anyone. To the point where you find yourself wanting to be on his side, no matter how wrong he is. Where you find yourself burning bridges and sacrificing your own good graces to be in his circle. And how often I found myself doing just that at my own expense. How much I wanted nothing more than to fight alongside my idol and to be recognized, if not as his equal, at least as his peer.

Jared lowers the microphone again, his face twisting into a grimace of seething rage.

Jared Holmes: But in time, I realized that I would never be that. It didn’t matter what sweet nothings Joey Flash whispered into my ear. It didn’t matter that I was his muse – the man who gave him every bit of motivation and whose presence literally defined every career-making moment for him since Dune threw his son off a building – I would never reach that level. As much as he’d call me THE blue chip prospect of WCF, it was Johnny Fly or Corey Black who Joey turned to when he wanted a partner – old, decrepit losers who rode on the legacy and had momentary bursts of inspiration that would propel them on nostalgia runs for a month before they’d slide back into complete mediocrity. When Joey wanted a worthy fight – not that he every really wanted one – he never looked to me. He never faced me with fair odds, only a string of idiotic tag matches where I was handicapped by the sheer incompetence of my partners while he was paired with the best. Joey Flash’s record against me is 0-3… and every single one is a tag match.

And it was when I was turning this over that I realized something: Joey Flash will only ever be out for Joey Flash. And that’s why he buried Wade. That’s why he shafted Imperium. That’s why he ditched out on Pantheon. After over a year of slaving for my shot to prove myself – to reach the top of the ladder and force him to stare me in the eye… Joey Flash fled like a coward. He dropped the belt to O’Neil, who lost it to FPV. And when I finally held that belt, what did I feel?

He pauses again, the look on his face almost wistful.

Jared Holmes: Absolutely nothing.

It meant nothing to beat a man I’d beaten three times for that belt. Much like defending it against Hobo Necurwhatever wouldn’t have made me feel like a successful champion. It was hollow. Fucking pointless. What I wanted was to beat the best to prove I’m the best. And I don’t give a shit if it’s for the belt or not – the only victory that will satisfy me is against Joey Flash.

Silence. Still not a sound from the audience.

Jared Holmes: Joey. I am better than you. I have always been better than you. I knew it from the second I stepped foot in this company. It doesn’t matter who I am – I could be a psychotic rich frat boy or a depressed Nebraskan family man – I would destroy you. So now, I want you to finally suck it up and face a real challenger. I don’t give a shit what has been said in some chat room. I don’t give a shit about your bitchy wife. Give me a challenge. Don’t end your career on a whimper because your pride is hurt. Face me and take the loss you’ve deserved your entire career – one that doesn’t involve bowing down to some guy you’re in awe of to score brownie points. Or maybe you’ll sit this out, do nothing, and come back full throttle the second I’m gone. Either way, ONE will be my last match. So choose how it defines you.

You’re an arrogant coward. There’s no delusional narcissism from you, despite your façade – you’re simply weak and afraid. Face me. Make the biggest match at ONE – far bigger than the losers fighting for the belts. No gimmicks. No weird shit. Just the two best going hard. Or don’t and prove to everyone you’re a coward. And let’s see how that defines you.

By the way, The World was my idea. And you’re face to face with the Man Who Sold the World.

Jared drops the microphone. The speakers scream with a high pitched frequency as the camera shakes. The reception cuts momentarily before reconnecting and showing an empty ring.

Dune/Wade Moor Segment

Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa are front and center on screen, seated behind their table as those in the crowd behind them behave awkwardly during their brief moment of TV time.

Freddy Whoa: It’s been a hell of a show so far, Zach!

Zach Davis: No surprise there! We’re on the road to One, and we’ll keep pushing ahead with this next matchup. We’ve got -

Zach’s voice cuts off as the lights in the arena go black, and the crowd cheers in the darkness. After a few seconds, the faces of the longtime WCF commentators and the fans behind them are illuminated by the jumbotron, which they turn toward as we cut away.

CROWD: YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

The crowd pops hard as the half-masked face of Dune appears on the tron. The dim gleam of a light source above and off screen casts him in an eerie light.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! IT’S DUNE! What’s he doing here? Or...wherever he is…? Why’s he -

Zach Davis: Oh will you be quiet!

The crowd settles down as Dune’s deep voice booms over the P.A.

Dune: Last week, I showed my face in a WCF arena for the first time in almost two years.

The crowd cheers, but soon quiets down as he pre-recorded tape continues.

Dune: I entered the ring for the first time since Explosion 2016, when the reigning World Champion knocked me out of competition.

A few “Rabid! Rabid!” chants break out, but they’re unable to pick up momentum as the tape continues.

Dune: But no sooner had I entered the ring than I was pulled from it and carried back up the ramp by a mob of wrestlers and security alike. Because of them, I couldn’t get my hands on...him. I couldn’t save Wade Moor from his clutches. I couldn’t end him for good. The fools who kept me from the ring last week had no idea what was at stake. But that doesn’t mean they’re not fools for stepping between me and who they thought was the Leviathan. They had no right to do so, and their mistake may have cost Wade his life. He was right there - right in front of me! Last Sunday he was inches away. Now...he may as well be a world apart.

The jumbotron flickers once, twice...then static overtakes the screen.

Freddy Whoa: What the -

But before he can finish the static cuts away into pitch blackness. The crowd begins to buzz in the darkness, though they grow silent as another face fades in on the jumbotron.

Zach Davis: OH MY...THAT’S WADE MOOR!

Moor is surrounded by blackness, and he wears a sinister grin as he speaks.

Wade Moor: Hello again. Did you...miss me?

Moor lets out a haunting laugh as static overtakes the screen, and the crowd begins to buzz with confusion.

Freddy Whoa: What’s going on here, Zach?

Zach Davis: I don’t -

But he’s cut off as the pre-recorded tape of Dune fades back in, picking up right where it left off.

Dune: Tonight, I ask the WCF Faithful to not make the same mistake. You all saw him last week - the one you assumed to be Wade Moor - spewing deceits and falsities from the center of the ring. But the man you saw before you, that wasn’t truly Wade Moor...at least not as you’ve come to know him. It wasn’t truly Godnilla. It wasn’t truly the Leviathan. It wasn’t truly the former WCF World Champion. What? How can this be? You’d ask. And that’s what I’m here to tell you. You see, the man you saw before you for the vast majority of our encounter last week was Wade Moor...but only on the surface. Only in form.

Static interrupts the recording again, and this time the crowd begins to boo when they see Wade Moor’s laughing face fade back in through it. His laughter dies, leaving only a menacing stare that brings silence to the masses as he speaks.

Wade Moor: Did you miss your Leviathan? Your resident Monster of the Deep? If so, get used to the feeling, because he’s never coming back. Whether that’s welcome news or not is irrelevant. You’re powerless to change his fate...all of you. Even you, Dune.

The static interlude on the jumbotron separates Moor from Dune again, whose recording continues amidst the stunned audience.

Dune: Wade Moor - Godnilla himself, as you’ve come to know him - did make an appearance last week, but only for a moment. It was when he called out my name - when he called out for help. He’s bit off more than he can chew, and he’s drowning in the deepest recesses of his soul because of it. Because he’s back. The Jackal’s back. And because he’s back...so am I.

Again the static appears on screen.

Freddy Whoa: Ah man, not again.

Zach Davis: Afraid so...

Moor’s face overtakes the screen, and he continues to wear an expression that’s difficult to behold as he continues.

Wade Moor: He’s crying out now - shhhh...can you hear him? “Help me! Help! Let me out!” he shouts into the void that is his own decrepit soul. It’s a black place, and it’s all he knows. It’s all he’ll ever know. Though his remains a capable vessel, and I intend to wear it ‘til it’s threadbare - to use it until it’s utterly useless. I intend to break Wade Moor...just as I broke your precious Dune.

A flood of static again blots out Moor’s image, and it quickly disappears to reveal the half-masked face of Dune, whose pre-recorded message continues.

Dune: Now I speak directly to you, Jack. You’ve got my full attention. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? It’s why - of all the billions of vessels to choose from - you chose a fellow WCF wrestler, and one of the fiercest to ever step foot in the ring, no less. Your reasoning doesn’t elude me. Frankly, I agree: it’s been too long since you and I had some one-on-one time. And when we finally meet inside that ring again, it’ll be just like the old days. Ah, the memories. You look upon them fondly, I’m sure...at least the ones that saw you in control.

The picture flickers, then static overtakes the screen again. The crowd boos once more in expectance of Wade Moor.

Freddy Whoa: I’m freaking out, Zach. Look at the hair on my arms - it’ standing straight up!

Zach Davis: I’m sure yours aren’t the only ones…

Sure enough, the face of the Leviathan appears on the jumbotron, still grinning as if in on some joke only he could know.

Wade Moor: My children, take his words with a grain of salt! They’re those of a broken, joyless shell of a man. They’re those of a man devoid of all things that make one whole - namely hope...namely love. In him, you’ll find none. And for it, you have me to thank.

Another flicker of static - much shorter this time - before Dune’s face returns, as does his voice.

Dune: But what of the memories of you losing control, Jackal? Do you remember what it was like to realize you had no more power over me? Do you remember what it was like to have everything you so carefully constructed come crashing down? Do you remember what it was like to lose everything? Because I do. How could I forget?

Now there’s only a brief flicker of static before Moor appears.

Wade Moor: Your hero is gone. In his stead is a spectre - a deadman too fearful to realize it...

We cut right back to Dune - no static separates the two this time.

Dune: I’d ask you to leave Wade out of this, but it’s far too late for that. Now, he’s as much a part of this as me - as much a part of your demise as I am. And it’s coming, Jackal. Far sooner than you’d care to admit. It’s like they say: all good things come to an end.

The feed cuts directly to Moor, and continues to cut between them uninterrupted by static.

Wade Moor: ...too vulnerable to shake himself from the nightmare...

Dune: And it ends, Jackal.

Wade Moor: ...too stubborn to lie down...

Dune: It ends with Wade. It ends with me.

Wade Moor: ...too cowardly to accept his fate...

Dune: It ends at One.

Wade Moor: ...too foolish to realize that any challenge he issues…

Dune: That is, if you’re man enough to meet me on the battlefield one last time.

But instead of cutting away, the screen remains on Dune as the words of Wade Moor issue over the P.A.

Wade: ...I gladly accept.

The screen fades out, leaving the arena in pitch black once more. A few screams issue before the lights come on, and the camera cuts away to Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa in the booth. They, like the audience, are at a loss for words, before finally Zach speaks.

Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, I...uh...this is all very...disturbing...but it would appear that, if I’m not mistaken, Dune and Wade Moor will be meeting in the ring at One.

Freddy Whoa: Zach...hold me, Zach…

The two gulp hard and lock eyes, trying their best to get their shit together as we cut away.

Winning Team Joins the Alpha Title Match at One
Jay West/Comet/Jack Smith/Dan Capello vs Kyle Congdon/Charlie Rossi/Matthew Black/Marshall Gates

Kyle Steel: The following match is a 8 man tag team match to determine the contenders to the ALPHA CHAMPIONSHIP at OOONNNEEE… and introducing first…

'Rollin' hits across the PA system as Marshall Gates stops atop the entryway and throws up the middle finger as he walks down the aisle, the fans reaching out to grab him before he rolls in the ring. He gets a loud pop and motions for a microphone. The bell man tosses him one and he circles the referee in his ring gear looking him up and down.

Marshall began to speak but nothing comes out of the microphone. You can see him lean over the ropes yelling at the sound crew and throwing up the middle finger. He taps on the mic and brings it to his lips.

Marshall Gates: It's about Goddamn time this piece of shit got turned on.

Gates continued to circle the ring sweat beading off he body, his intensity through the roof.

Marshall Gates: I Love all my wrestling fans and WCF followers but it's time to flip the script. I'm bringing back what you all wanna see!

The crowd gives another loud pop.

Marshall Gates: I'm bringing the old school mentality, Mongolian, Barbary, no holds barred type of wrestling that's entertaining at any level and I will use any means necessary to get this title shot come hell or water! Yell out 'DAMN STRAIGHT' if you agree!

The crowd quickly begins the damn straight chant. The stadium becomes overwhelmed with intensity of the crowd.

Marshall Gates: Bring the sorry pieces of shit out, this is my ring!

He throws the mic out of the ring rashes to middle fingers clearly talking shit out loud and tanks a squatted stance waiting on the competitors to come down the ramp.

Zach Davis: Well ladies and gentlemen, looks like it’s time to find out who will be facing Leon Hayze for that Alpha Title, as the winning four man team here goes on to face the champion at One.

Freddy Whoa: The odds are certainly stacked against stoner boy Hayze, that’s for sure.

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.

Freddy Whoa: That was the first of eight entrances Zach; by the time all of them are done, I’m guessing it’ll be time for the Pay Per View!

Zach Davis: Wonderful observation there Whoa, damn. That was pathetic, even for your…Heenan is rolling over in his grave.

Freddy Whoa: Who?

Kyle Steel: Marshall Gates! And his tag team partner…

A quick shot of Zach Davis rolling his eyes is seen before cutting to the entrance way. Green Lights by NF starts playing over the PA as Kyle Congdon makes a no nonsense, stiff walk down to ringside, and when he gets to his corner, gets on the apron without a word to Gates.

Kyle Steel: Kyle Congdon…

The opening riffs of "Better Than Drugs" by Skillet starts up right after that, as the arena lights fade to a single white light shining in the middle of the wrestling ring. You watch as the crowd begins chanting GHOST! GHOST! GHOST! in unison. There in all his splendor is the blue orbs angel himself standing with his head tilted to the side as his royal blue and white pulpit robe hangs low to the ground. Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi pushes the satin robe opening reviling his thin chiseled frame and Charlie steps back to his corner as the arena lights come back up and the crowd continues its jeer as Ghost strikes a knowing grin to the several thousand fans in the arena.

Kyle Steel: And their tag team partner, Charlie “The Ghost” Rossi… And their final tag team partner…

“Root of All Evil” by CFO$ begins to play the arena is pitch black with a dim light on the ramp. All of a sudden a man appears under the light. Matthew Black looks up slowly towards the ring and his next target and slowly and meticulously walks to the ring. He gets to the ropes and flips over the rope and lands in a sitting position in the middle of the ring he peers towards the crowd and he slides to his corner and rises, as if possessed by a deeper and darker power.

Kyle Steel: Matthew Black!

Freddy Whoa: How are we doing on time Zach, I’m already concerned about that, to be quite honest.

Zach Davis: Will you be serious!

"The Greatest" by Sia plays as Jack Smith emerges onto the entranceway, looking around at the crowd as Alina Murphy skips down to ringside in converse sneakers and a half red, half black sports bra, spandex shorts outfit that is covered in cross bone skull patterns and broken heart designs, with Smith walking with fierce determination in his eyes down to the ring.

Kyle Steel: And introducing first, accompanied by his girlfriend Alina Murphy, the first man on the other team, Jack Smith!

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.

Zach Davis: This entrance always makes me a bit nervous, but never the less, this Capello here, despite looking reserved and nervous, could be quite a player here in the WCF.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, I guess. I mean, but to me that’s a lack of confidence. You’ve got to get in there and show the world you’re ready to rise to the top, each and every night you get into a WCF ring!

Kyle Steel: And his first tag team partner, Dan Capello!

The lights go out, then Jay walks out as Bring Me To Life by Evanescence 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.

Kyle Steel: And their tag team partner, Jay West!

Zach Davis: And this next man coming out is one of the strangest enigmas the WCF has ever seen, I have to think.

Freddy Whoa: Zabbagabbaut; I love this crazy bastard!!!

Kyle Steel: And their final tag team partner, 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.

The referee already looks a bit reserved, as all eight men eye each other, and there’s a bit of shoving here and there. As he’s moving over to the side of the ring and raises his hand for the bell, the lights go out in the arena again.

Zach Davis: Now what? We’ve got everyone in the ring alr…

“Purlple Hayze” by Jimmi Hendrix starts to blare throughout the arena, and a moment later, with twin purple pyro jets blazing up to either side of the entranceway, when Jimmi first says ‘ Purple Haze...’, Leon “Purple” Hayze emerges on the entranceway to a big pop.

Freddy Whoa: Oh good, rambling, incoherent Hayze is coming down here, what’s he doing?

Zach Davis: Rambling and incoherent, that sounds like you Freddy, quite frankly.

All the combatants in the ring look to Leon as he makes his way down the ring, with the Alpha Title slung over his right shoulder. He stares down his potential contenders for a moment, before skirting ringside, and eventually making his way to the announce booth. He stands up on their table and raises the Alpha Title above his head, to another big pop from the crowd. After he slaps it a couple of times, all the while looking from right to left at all eight men in the ring, he hops down and asks for and eventually gets another chair, and a pair of headphones.

L”P”H: Hey what’s up guys? Thought I’d do a little scouting mission man, ya know, before I go into that War I’ll be having to fight, ya know?

Zach Davis: Welcome Leon, welcome. I guess your joining us on commentary.

Freddy Whoa: Look here Hayze, there’s only room for one funny man on this commentary team, and that’s me!

L”P”H: There’s the ring bell, and this one’s starting off with Comet and Kyle Congdon, apparently…ooh sorry, don’t mean to step on your toes Zach, my dude—I’m just here for some additional color, the purple kind of color, ha ha ha. And ya know what Freddy, you do your thing, I’m just here to make some serious comments ya know, and like, ya know, scout out my competition, like I already said man. So just chill the fuck out, and let’s call this match, ammiright? Oooh an one last thing, I love this Comet guy! Bubbagumptrumpgut!

Both competitors circle each other a bit, before Comet gets bent down with a wrist lock by Congdon, but after flipping around a few times, he hops out of the clutch and raises his hand up in a flourish of flare. After that, he turns around and starts clapping his hands, which soon get the crowd involved, though by the time Comet turns around a moment later, Congdon rushes in with a dropkick to the left knee of Comet, downing him immediately.

Zach Davis: And you’ve got to be careful if your Comet , getting the crowd involved is all well and good, but he can’t underestimate Kyle Congdon or anyone else he might be in this match with.

L”P”H: Nice dropkick there to Comet man, and what a crazy cat this Comet is, I mean, weird shit man, just weird.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah well don’t take that weirdness for weakness Hayze, he just might surprise you at One, if he’s one of your opponents.

L”P”H: Oh totally man, I know. I mean, any of these men are a threat to my title. I don’t even have to get pinned, so I’ve got to really be on my toes at the Pay Per View, I’m not a stupid ma…WHOA, Comet just suckered Congdon into that neutral corner with a shinning wizard, and what a beauty!

Congdon’s head slams into the top turnbuckle as Comet indeed capitalizes on the over enthusiastic charge by Kyle Congdon. Comet is quick to capitalize, lifting Congdon up to that second rope and starts a slow, crowd reaction punch fest. ONE...TWO...THREE...FOUR...FIVE...SIX..SEV…, Congdon waking up, so to speak, delivers a few strikes to Comet’s face then, breaking up Comet’s offense, and then lifts Comet up and delivers a massive second rope, belly to belly suplex.

L”P”H: Wow man, great action here already Zach!

Zach Davis: I couldn’t have said it better.

Freddy Whoa: Oh stop kissing his ass Davis, shit he’s only the Alpha Champ. It’s not like he’s Rabid or Ethan King or something.

L”P”H: Man, be thankful right now that I’m pretty easy going, cause you ain’t ready Freddy, to deal with the headache I could deliver to you, if I wanted to.

Comet over to his corner and tags in Jack Smith, who bounds into the ring and attempts a running legdrop, though Congdon surprises Smith by bringing his knees up, which sends Jack Smith to the ground awkwardly.

Zach Davis: Good opportunity, as Congdon gets to his feet first, for that man to tag one of his partners in.

L”P”H: Damn right, that belly to belly took something out of him, that much is plain to see on the man’s face.

Freddy Whoa: I wouldn’t count him out just yet Hayze, geez, who do you think you a…

L”P”H: Ohh I dunno, the Alpha Champion, perhaps? Man, I’m just making some observations though, I’m not out here to crow about how great I am. I’ll say though man that, ya know, I’ll prove it once again at One! Now can we get back to this match Whoa?

Congdon to his side of the ring now, and tags in big Marshall Gates. Gates quick to meet Smith in the middle of the ring, and after an exchange of punches, Smith barely gets the upper hand with a kick right to Gate’s face. Jack immediately goes for a follow up roundhouse kick, but Gates catches the leg, spins the man around, and delivers a huge standing lariat that downs his opponent with authority. Marshall Gates is quick to capitalize, by grabbing Smith up and sending him crashing to the mat a moment later with a butterfly suplex.

Zach Davis: And you just might be starting up at the huge bulk and skills of that man Leon, what do you say to that?

L”P”H: We’ll see what happens man, we’ll see if he even gets to One tonight ya know. But I can handle any man that steps in the ring with me Zach. Big or tall, I can take down them all, ya know.

Freddy Whoa: Oh geez, and now the rhyming begins. I think I’m going to be sick.

Marshall Gates, with Smith in a headlock, walks him over to Gates’ side of the ring, and tags in Charlie Rossi, and the two perform a double snap suplex on Smith, sending him into the mat hard, as Gates climbs out to the ring apron. The Ghost with a falling fist attempt, but Smith rolls out of the way, and has the ring presence to lock in an arm bar submission out of nowhere, and the ref immediately gets down to the mat. Gates looks as if he’s going to submit a few times, before throwing some desperate kicks at Smith’s face, eventually freeing himself.

Zach Davis: And Jack Smith desperately needs to get to his corner and tag out, he's been on the end of some major punishment.

Freddy Whoa: Yes, and polar bears won't have a place to live if all the ice caps melt.

L”P”H: Bringing talk of climate change into commentary on a wrestling match, what are you fuckin Sidney Warwick or something? ANYWAY...

Both men a bit groggy as they get to their feat, though Smith is far worse for wear. As Gates goes for a running lariat, Smith somehow has the ring presence to duck it and throw a dropkick to the back of Marshall Gates' back, sending the big man to stagger into the ring ropes. As he shrugs it off and turns around, Smith runs and clotheslines Gates outside the ring, with the big man being forced into the guardrail, hitting it hard. This gives the beaten up Smith time to stumble over to his side of the ring and tag in Dan Capello. Looking a bit uncertain, with Gates still barely to a knee at this point, we see Capello run over to the turnbuckle and climb up it. He has a shaky grin on his face, as he looks to the left and right for crowd approval, and they give him the reaction he seems to want, in the promise of a high risk move.

L”P”H: From what I can tell thus far in his time here, I didn't think this football loving goof would go to the top rope.

Freddy Whoa: You're calling someone a goof? Huh, didn't expect that one...

Zach Davis: Never the less Whoa, Capello is very much a beat you up, ground based wrestler, just what the hell does he...HOLY SHIT!!!

Capello launches himself off the top rope in an attempt for a double axhandle from the top, which Gates simply sidesteps, sending Capello crashing hard into the guardrail, as the audience ooh's at the hard miss. Gates, after a couple of stomps to the gut and legs of Capello, gets back in the ring and goes to his corner, tagging in Matthew Black. The man wastes no time going to the outside and gets his opponent to his feet, and with a few punches has Capello wobbly as he's brought to the ringapron. Black throws his opponent into the ring, and hops up on the ring apron. He runs over to a neutral ringpost, hops to the second rope, gets on the top, and connects with a beautiful pheonix splash, and quickly goes for the cover.

ONE

TWO

T...

Not quite a three, as Capello weakly lifts his left shoulder up off the mat. Black looks pissed, and gets in the refs face, slapping his hands in a one, two, three motion, which the ref has none of, soon shoving the wrestler away from him. Taking his frustration out on his opponent instead, he gets Capello to his feet, and with a few hard knife edge chops to Dan Capello's chest, which is bright red at this point, Black has Capello slumped into a neutral ringpost. Backing up to the middle of the ring, Black runs in hard and hits a devastating...

Zach Davis: BLACK MASS, wow and what a beauty! And he turns Capello over on the mat, going for the pin!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Zach Davis: Wait, the referee is confused!

Randomly, totally fucking randomly, Jay West had been pinning Kyle Congdon at the same time.

Freddy Whoa: But.. how did that happen? What is the official result?

Zach Davis: The referee has declared this match.. A DRAW!

The crowd boos.

Freddy Whoa: So who gets into the Alpha Title match!?

Zach Davis: Jay West and Black have to be shoe-ins but who knows!

We go to commercial as everyone fights with everyone.

Hardcore Match
The Risen vs Very Big Security

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a hardcore tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 463 lbs, Kyle Madden and RH Marius, The Risen!

"Self Destruct" by This Cold Life enters the arena and The Risen makes their way from the back, with Madden having his back to the crowd and Marius walking out with a smirk on his face. The fans have noticed that they are adorned in their street clothes and Theresa McShane has not joined them tonight. 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. Madden springs up to his feet, and he and Marius 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 prepare for the match.

Freddy Whoa: Theresa McShane is absent from the ringside area tonight, presumably due to not wanting to be in the way of what is sure to be a brutal contest!

Zach Davis: Even without their lady friend at their side, The Risen are more than willing to take care of business on their own here tonight!

Kyle Steel: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 1011 lbs, Ainsley Ivanovic and the Internet and People’s Champion William the Behemoth, the Very British Security!

The lights dimmer as a spotlight shines towards the entrance ramp. The Republic of Irelands national anthem starts playing and The Very British Security walk into the spotlight and gleefully listen to the song they believe is the UK national anthem. After about 20 or so seconds the lights come back on and VBS march down to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Here comes the double champion!

Zach Davis: You think that John Rabid video package from last week got them fired up for tonight’s match?

Freddy Whoa: Possibly, but wouldn’t you be after seeing a video of that caliber?

Bell rings.

The Risen know they have a fight on their hands and waste no time in going after the big men. Ainsley is able to club Madden aside, but Marius comes at him with a shoulder thrust that sends him into the corner. Madden deftly rolls to the outside to avoid William’s offense and begins looking under the apron looking for weapons immediately. William is there to cut him off and he clubs on Madden’s back with force. In the ring, Marius goes for the Stronghand early, but Ainsley drives a double axe handle smash into Marius’ spine before grabbing the 240 lb Marius and tossing him aside with a vicious Biel throw.

Freddy Whoa: The sheer power of Ainsley Ivanovic is scary.

Zach Davis: Scarier than his receding hairline…

Ainsley calls out to the fans but soon spots Marius getting back to his feet. Ainsley attempts a knee smash, but Marius rolls out of the way and lunges at Ainsley, managing to take him down while on his knees. Outside, William goes to whip Madden into the steps, but Madden leaps up onto the steps and immediately springs off, nailing William with a twisting axe handle. William doesn’t budge, but is rocked from the move. Madden then reaches under the apron for a weapon, but William is there to pull him away. Unfortunately, Madden has already grasped a chair and as soon as William pulls him out, Madden swings the chair into William’s left shoulder. The big man cries out as Madden strikes the shoulder twice with the chair.

Zach Davis: That’s how you do it! The Risen may not be the biggest competitors in terms of size, but they do have some creativity to their offense.

Marius has joined Madden on the outside and the two pick up the steps, each taking a side. The Risen then rush at William and clobber him with the steps, sending him down to the ground. Ainsley has stepped onto the apron, undetected by his opponents. The Risen go around and take their time to taunt, with Marius even high fiving an equally eager fan. However, this has cost them as Ainsley runs through both men with a clothesline. Ainsley backs off from his opponents and grabs a garbage can full of weapons from under the ring, tossing it in much to the crowd’s delight. William has gotten back to his feet, although he is still feeling the effects of the step shot. Ainsley grabs Marius and brings him up for a powerbomb, with his focus directed on the crowd. As Ainsley tosses Marius towards a sea of unlucky fans, Marius cries out:

Marius: NOT AGAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!

Freddy Whoa: INCOMING!

THUD! Marius lands on the front row, much in the same vein as last week. With Marius temporarily out of the picture, Madden is left at the mercy of the VBS. William grabs Madden by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. William then hoists Madden up with a military press and hurls him back into the ring with force. Ainsley then puts his arm around William and the VBS holler to the fans:

VBS: GOOOOD SAAAAAAAAAVE THEEEEEE QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!

Zach Davis: Not to discredit their offense at all, but that’s more painful than having them try and list off all of the capital cities of the UK.

Their attempt at singing is met with laughter, groans, and scattered cheers as they turn their attention back to the ring. The distraction has bought Madden enough time to conceal a kendo stick. William enters the ring and goes to pick up Madden, who kicks out William’s knee. William collapses to one knee and then swings the kendo stick right into the side of William’s head, bending the weapon. The crowd gasps as William falls down to the mat. Ainsley is able to cut Madden off with a lunging clothesline, folding Madden like an accordion. He makes the first cover of the match as the unnamed referee who is not Pakistani-American referee Asif Oncue counts.

1… 2… Kickout.

Freddy Whoa: That clothesline definitely rung Madden’s bell!

Zach Davis: Maybe it’ll help him forget having to witness Comet’s French kiss on El Enigmático last week…

Ainsley brings Madden up by the hair and reaches into the trash can for a weapon. He produces a nightstick, a nod to his security work for John Rabid. Ainsley brings Madden up and swings the nightstick into his ribs, temporarily driving all the wind out of Madden. Ainsley then gets an idea as he pulls Madden up once more and places the nightstick on Madden’s throat before turning him for a neckbreaker, which connects. The added impact now drives the air out of Madden’s lungs as Ainsley covers.

1… 2… Kickout.

Zach Davis: Speaking of creative offense, the VBS are finding a way to ground their smaller opponents!

William has gotten back to his feet and he reaches into the trash can and produces a pair of brass knuckles. Ainsley holds Madden up and William prepares to strike. However, a rogue chair comes flying from out of the crowd and strikes William in the back of the head. Ainsley turns and spots Marius, having recovered from the powerbomb. It is revealed he borrowed the chair from a fan, and he scurries over the barricade into the ringside area. Ainsley goes to cut him off, but Marius cuts him off with the Revolver spinning backfist. Madden has gotten back to his feet and he swings on the ropes, nailing Ainsley with the tiger feint kick. Marius re-enters the ring and goes for the German suplex portion of the 6-1-NEIN, but finds lifting Ainsley to be difficult. Madden aides his partner by going behind Ainsley and helping Marius hoist the big man off the ground, completing the 6-1-NEIN with a devastating German suplex. Madden covers.

Zach Davis: That was no easy feat! What strength!

1… 2… William breaks up the pin!

Marius has exited the ring as quickly as he came and pulls out a table from under the ring, much to the crowd’s delight. However, William cuts him off and throws Marius into the barricade. William then grabs the table and sets it up on the floor. He then grabs Marius and hoists him up for a military press. However, Marius’ awareness kicks in and he grasps the top rope from the position before wriggling free and landing on the apron. Ainsley is too quick though, and he hip tosses Marius onto the prone Madden. Ainsley then steps onto the apron as William returns. The two call for the Giants’ Revolt as William whips Marius off of the ropes. He hoists Marius up for a flapjack, but Ainsley is distracted by Madden rising to his feet. Madden grabs the ropes and floors Ainsley with a big enzuigiri, causing Ainsley to fall backwards off of the apron and through the table.

Zach Davis: DANGEROUS! The VBS’ plan backfired!

William looks incensed, but before he knows what’s happened, Marius wriggles free and decks William with another Revolver backfist. Madden then comes up from behind William and grabs his arm before spinning him into the Clip Unload. William drops to both knees and Marius empties the trash can of its contents and harshly places it over William’s head. With little time to spare, The Risen each take opposite corners and rush towards William. Marius drives an elbow into William’s lower spine at the same time that Madden hits the single leg dropkick, completing a brutal version of the New Gun. Madden and Marius then dogpile onto William and the referee counts.

1…

2…

3!

Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, The Risen!

Freddy Whoa: UNBELIEVABLE! What a monumental upset by The Risen!

Zach Davis: If there were any signs of doubt towards The Risen after they failed in their recent quest for the WCF Tag Team Championship, they have been cast aside after tonight!

The crowd lets out a surprised reaction as The Risen have pulled off a monumental upset. Both of the Canadians roll to the floor from under the ropes and survey the carnage. They then raise their arms in the air in a triumphant manner before making their way up the ramp, greeting the fans with high fives as they do so. The referees tend to the VBS in the meantime.

Gravedigger vs Bonnie Blue

The slow beat of Rihanna's "Same Ol' Mistakes" rolls through the arena as blue and white spotlights, synchronized to the music, flare on and off against a darkened stage. Bonnie Blue appears, peering at the audience over the rims of a pair of teal shutter shades. A mixture of boos and cheers pours forth from all directions as she surveys her domain, a defiant smirk on pink-glossed lips.

I can just hear them now / "How could you let us down?"

They don't know what I felt / Or see it from this way round

Sliding the shades back up, Bonnie makes her way along the aisle with a confident swagger, posing for a few selfies with fans as she reaches ringside.

Feeling it overtake / All that I used to hate

Wonder what if we trade / I tried but it's way too late

Bonnie's steady pace takes her midway around the ring. Without hesitation, she leaps up onto the ring apron and kneels to strike a cocky pose, leaning against the middle rope. She gazes out across the audience for a moment before slipping through the ropes.

All the slides I don't read / Two sides of me can't agree

When I breathe in too deep / Going with what I always longed for...

Haughtily, she saunters to her corner, where she hands off her effects to the official.

Kyle Steel: Our first competitor weighs 132 pounds and stand 5 feet 8 inches tall. She is from parts unknown. Ladies and gentlemen, and WCF fans. Please give a warm Oklahoma City welcome to Bonnie Blue!

The Oklahoma City crowd boos in union as the introduction made. This is a knowledgeable crowd who is well aware of Bonnie’s past.

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.

Kyle Steel: And her opponent, standing 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 258 pounds. He comes to us by way of Phoenix, Arizona. This is Gravedigger!

The crowd responds very similarly to how they greeted Bonnie, a heavy dose of boos.

Zach Davis: The crowd has no love for either one of these two tonight.

Freddy Whoa: That’s what happens when you have the best fans in the world. They know what these two are about, and frankly, they don’t seem to care for it.

Zach Davis: Let’s get to the ring Freddy, these two are already going at it. Bonnie led things out with a quick series of Muay Thai style elbow strikes followed by four quick forearm strikes.

Freddy Whoa: You know Zach, people just tuning might look at Bonnie Blue’s size as a disadvantage. But I look at like it is an advantage. She is so quick, that she may get in 4 moves before a bigger opponent can even get in one!

Zach Davis: No doubt Freddy. But when the one move is a clothesline like Gravedigger just countered with, sometimes that is all you need.

Gravedigger follows the clothesline up with a belly to belly suplex and Bonnie is on the mat gasping for air. Gravedigger delivers boots to the chest, further exacerbating Blue’s shortness of breath. Blue is finally able to escape the boots by rolling out of the ring. She lands on her stomach and lays motionless on the concrete floor. Digger follows her to the outside. He is standing on the apron, as he hops off the apron to the floor, Bonnie is quickly to her feet and crushes Digger with a superkick to the face. Digger is to the ground and Bonnie is holding on to the ring post for support. She quickly ascends the ring post to the top turnbuckle and lands a beautifully place dropkick onto the skull of Digger as he tries to reach his feet.

Zach Davis: Digger and down and Blue tosses him back into the ring. She follows and lands a standing moonsault and follows that with a pin!

ONE…

TW..KICKOUT!!

Freddy Whoa: Digger kicks out, but Blue is still on the attack. She is again quickly to the top turnbuckle and lands a flying elbow!

Zach Davis: Without missing a beat she is right back up on the opposite turnbuckle and this time lands a moonsault leg drop. And again with a pin!

ONE…

TWO…

TH..KICKOUT!!

Zach Davis: She got a little closer that time. And again she is quickly to the top.

Freddy Whoa: Oh no. This time Digger was able to recover and he now has her by the throat as she sits atop the turnbuckle. He rips her off the buckle and lands a massive chokeslam. Now look at this!

Zach Davis: The 285 pounder is headed up top. He is setting up the his Death From Above frogsplash. This move has ended many a match! Here is is with the cover!

ONE…

TWO…

THRE..KICKOUT!!

Bonnie Blue slips out from the cover and Digger, sensing a weakness, he starts to focus on her back as he continues the attack. He starts with forearms, fists, and elbows to the small of the back. He then stands and delivers multiple knee drops to the same location. Picking her up by the hair Digger delivers a devastating Toluca Slam (powerslam). After a knee to the back he slaps on a camel clutch.

Zach Davis: Stanley Moser is asking Blue what she wants to do?

Freddy Whoa: I may not know much about women, but I know Bonnie Blue does not want to give up. But that doesn’t stop Moser from asking.

Zach Davis: No, but this will Blue just slipped out from under the clutch and nailed a surprised Digger with an inzuguiri to the back of the head.

Freddy Whoa: Digger is down, Blue is down, and Moser is counting.

ONE…

TWO..

THREE…

Freddy Whoa: Digger got about a third of the way up and fell back down, that won’t reset Moser’s count

FOUR…

FIVE…

Zach Davis: Now Blue is almost up but she stumbles and falls, again, that won’t reset the count either.

SIX…

SEVEN…

EIGHT…

Freddy Whoa: Incredible! As Gravedigger was standing up, Blue did a summersault to get a little closer and then leapt up and took Digger down with jumping stunner.

Zach Davis: Cat-like agility on display here tonight. Blue slips out to the apron and waits for Gravedigger to stand up. And there it is! Times Up, that is her signature springboard bulldog and she is looking for the win!

ONE..

TWO..

THRE..FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Freddy Whoa: Barely, just barely, did he get his foot on the rope. Blue looks undeterred as she stand and picks him up.

Zach Davis: This looks like Weeping Angel her version of the belly to back mat slam. It is! A quick cover by Bonnie!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Freddy Whoa: It’s over BONNIE BLUE IS YOUR WINNER!

Zach Davis: Hell of a match between two bona fide legends.

Stephen Singh vs Mikey eXtreme

Zach Davis: And we're back here on Sunday night Slam, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Next up is a contest that needs no introduction...

Freddy Whoa: That's right, these two men are well known to everyone here and watching at home.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for One fall...

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: Now making his way to the ring...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!

As Singh stands aside, bouncing from the ball of one foot to the other abd shaking out his arms to stay loose, the lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head titled back as he looks to the ceiling. Vidalia and Freakshow flank him as they make their way to ringside.

Kyle Steel: Now, making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Vidalia and Freakshow, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 225 lbs, Mikey eXtreme!

Mikey ignores the fans trying to reach out to touch him. He throws the kendo stick into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, crawling to the corner where he sits laughing and rocking back and forth. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Mikey's opponent as Vidalia whispers some kind of plan into Mikey's ear from a perch on the ring apron outside the ropes. As the house lights come back up, referee Stephen Moser checks each of the wrestlers and gives final instructions. The empty space is filled by the commentators.

Zach Davis: Well, Freddy, it appears this is the Battle of New York. Both men hailing from that fabled City.

Freddy Whoa: That's right Zachy boy, bt we haven't seen eXtrme in action since November the twelfth. You have to ask yourself, is there going to be any rust? On a guy who isn't around day in and day out. I'd say advantage definitely to Singh here.

Zach Davis: Zachy boy? Whatever. You're right about rust though, but I don't think the King of Darkness looks any worse for wear from his one month layoff.

Freddy Whoa: Get it right, Davis, we're two days short of a month!

Zach Davis: Hold on here, beforw thi match can start, Singh is asking for a Microphone...

In the ring, Stephen Singh has been handed the mic and faces Mikey eXtreme. The gold stripes on the sides of his tights glitter in the lights as he pushes his hair back from his face and begins.

Stephen Singh: Hold on, hold on, hold on here... Mikey, you and I are scheduled to do battle here. Perhaps I can persuade you, that here, discretion is the better part of valor. You see, I understand. I understand the pain, the frustration, the nbearable suffering...

eXtreme who had been standing listening seems to perk and slowly begins to nod, a rictus grin sprading accross his features.

Stephen Singh: I understand that it all takes it's toll. It makes it so getting up in the morning is harder and harder. So just dealing with people is a challenge... C'mere now... look around you, there is so much going on...

Mikey is now nodding wholesale, he has his hands down as he looks around and Singh has placed a hand on his shoulder and brught them to within easy arm's reach. Suddenly he throws themicrophone aside and executes a quick slingshotting of Mikey into the corner! As he stumbles back off the turnbuckle Singh jumps up and getting both hands on sXtreme's shoulders, delivers a Cognitive Disonnance!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! An explosive move by Singh! Cognitive Disonnance! COGNITIVE DISONNANCE! Oh-my-god!

Zach Davis: Could we see the Theif in the Night, right now? Can this possibly be a three move match!?

Singh tries for the Thief in the Night.

But sXtreme manages to twist out of the fscelock but he stumbles, groggy from the impact. Singh gets to his feet, with plenty of time and just as Mikey starts to mount an offensive, lands a quick series of right handed chps to the chest of the taller man. Mikey stumbles back against the ropes then puts an arm over them and pushes back against them, slingshotting himself at Stephen Singh. The King of Darkness leaps into the air and delivers a cross body block to Singh, knocking him backward to slam into the unforgiving mat.He gowa for a quick cover.

Referee Stsnley Moser slides into place and begins the count, slamming his hand with authority into the surface of the mat.

Stanley Moser: One... No.

Zach Davis: Singh gets the shoulder up. I don't know what he was thinking, Freddy. You just don't do that to -this- UCI veteran, in Mikey eXtreme.

Freddy Whoa: I'll tell you what he was thinking, Davis. He was thinking, 'The Golden God is going to win this!' That's what he was thinking!

Both men get to their feet, with Mikey eXtreme just a little quicker, he grabs Singh by the arm and this time with a lariat flings him into the corner back first! Mikey eXtreme follo quickly, jumping up onto the second turnbuckle and raining right and left hand punches to Singh's head in a massive flurry then slowing to punctuate it with ten adience counted right hands before Singh finally manages to push him off, sending him bounding back into the center of the ring. Stephen Singh takes a moment to gether himself before coming out of the corner. Whhen he does he does so with authority, trading chops to the chest in the center of the ring with Mikey eXtreme as Vidalia stands pointing and screaming on the outside of the ring, off the apron. Stanley Moser takes a moment to tell her to calm down but keeps his attention on the two men in the ring. Despite this Vidaia quiets for a moment but her face lights up, serruptitiousy she places Mikey's kendo stick at the side of the ring, just under the bottom rope.

Singh meanwhile has taken seeming control of the match, he caroms off the ropes and drops Mikey with a shoulder block. Mikey eXtreme quickly is up and raking the eyes of Stephen Singh as Singh moves to capitalize on the fallen superstar. Stanley Moser goes t check on Singh's eyes while Vidalia jumps up on the apron to scream at Singh, taunting him while he cannot see. Mikey meanwhile grabs the kendo tick and gives it a practice swing. Vidalia distracts Moser while Mikey extreme makes a show of preparing to hit Stephen Singh with the kendo stick. Vidaliia lets out a sceam at this moment.

Before Mikey eXtreme can hit the floor the three quarter twisting facelock is in place and....

Freddy Whoa: THIEF IN THE NIGHT!!!

Zach Davis: Stephen Singh with the lariat, then the Cognitive Dissonance followed by the Thief in the Night... Could this really be a three move match?

Stephen Singh neatly rolls Mikey eXtreme over and pins his shoulders to the mat. Stanley Moser slides into place and begins the count.

Stanley Moser: 1...2...3!

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, The SUPERSTAR Stephen Singh!

Stanley Moser climbs to his feet t raise Stephen Singh's arm in victory while Singh poses and celebrates his all too easy win. Vidalia and Freakshow crowd over Mikey eXtreme with Vidalia cradling him and berating Stephen as the camera cuts to the Announcers' table where Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis are waiting.

Tag Team Titles Match
Kyle Kemp/Teo Del Sol vs Ethan King/Jayson Price

Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the WCF World Tag Team Championship!

The crowd pops.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, one-half of the challenging team . . .

The crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat tears throughout the arena, signaling 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 starts echoing throughout the arena.

With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Teo del Sol springs onto the entrance ramp, the red and white scarred mask covering his face. The audience roars as he holds his arms out and bathing momentarily in the applause before heading towards the ramp with a sprint.

He makes a lap around the side of the ring high fiving the fans along the way. The mask wears a happy grin as he rolls between the ropes, staring out into the arena before shrugging and walking to the turnbuckle.

He holds his arms over his head and yells out a cry, which the fans all join in on, eliciting a cheer from the audience as the music reaches its crescendo. Just as the lyrics hit their zenith, he stands atop the turnbuckle and removes the mask to reveal the wrestler beneath. He turns and steps back into the ring, waiting for the bell.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in tonight at 188 pounds, Teo Del Sol!

"Better than You" by Sam Adams begins to play.

Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner . . .

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.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing 208 pounds . . . he is the reigning WCF Omega Champion . . . Kyle Kemp!

Zach Davis: Though they were never intended to be a long-term tag team, many were surprised by just how well Kemp and Del Sol gelled once they were thrown together by WCF management.

Freddy Whoa: We'll see if they can do the unthinkable tonight and win as a unit one more time.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents . . .

"Judas" by Fozzy hits the arena speakers as the lights dim down until the guitars and drums kick in and pyro goes off from the 'tron 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: First, weighing in at 241 pounds, hailing from Price Tower in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is the only man to win 9 different titles in WCF and one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions . . . Jayson Price!

Price slaps the Tag Team Title belt around his waist and rubs his hand over the face plate before he starts walking down the ramp, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans, until he knocks the cell phone out of the hand of a selfie taking fan and then laughs. Finally he climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes where he walks over to the nearby corner and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle where he takes a seat. He unstraps his Tag Title belt and throws it over his shoulder as he waits for the match to start.

Kyle Steel: And finally . . .

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 tron.

THE FUTURE KING...

A flash of golden pyro goes off as Ethan King makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage area, all-knowing smile spread over his face as he holds both arms out in a welcoming gesture, bathing in both the admiration and awe from the audience in attendance.

Kyle Steel: He is the REIGNING Hardcore Champion and one half of the Tag Team Champions! Hailing from Los Angeles, California, he is . . . "The Iron Heart" Ethan King!

The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, Hardcore and Tag Team Title belts held over his shoulders, 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 and Tag Team Title belts 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 awaits for the match to commence.

Zach Davis: Here we go with tag team action, as the former champions Kyle Kemp and Teo Del Sol attempting regain their titles from Jayson Price and Ethan King.

Freddy Whoa: Fortunately for Del Sol and Kemp, they've got one advantage over last week, namely the fact that Mikey eXtreme is not here to cost them the match . . . at least not yet.

Kyle Kemp and Jayson Price begin the matches for their respective teams. As soon as the bell rings, Kemp launches himself across the squared circle at high speed, catching the former World Champion off guard and unloading on him with a series of clubbing forearm blows to the chest.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Kyle Kemp showing some aggression right out of the gate by taking it to one of the men who cost him his Tag Team Championship last week!

Kemp's forearms have managed to push Price back into one of the neutral corners. The Omega Champion follows his opponent there and Irish whips him, shooting him into the opposite set of buckles. When Jayson bounces out of that corner, Kyle Kemp is right there to meet him with a . . .

Zach Davis: SPINEBUSTER!

Freddy Whoa: Kemp goes for the cover! He's looking to end this one early!

1…………………….

Zach Davis: Ethan King is not taking any chances, and he's there to make the save even though Jayson Price likely could have kicked out!

Freddy Whoa: And, not surprisingly, the presence of King draws Teo Del Sol into the ring!

Del Sol throws himself at the Iron Heart with a running cross body block. Though the move connects and succeeds in taking King down, but Teo comes up from the maneuver holding his back.

Zach Davis: Uh oh. That doesn't look good.

Teo rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, still nursing that body part. Though it is subtle, from the opposite side of the ring, Jayson Price notices this and smirks. Price is seated in a neutral corner, with his back against the turnbuckles. Kyle Kemp sees him there and runs towards him, looking for a facewash-style kick.

Freddy Whoa: Jayson Price moves out of the way!

In fact, he does, and Kyle Kemps leg shoots just over the top rope, leading to the Omega Champion crotching himself against the second turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Ooooooo.

Freddy Whoa: I guess there is such a thing as being too aggressive.

Jayson Price waits for Kyle Kemp, now wounded, to stagger out of the corner, favoring his junk.

Zach Davis: Kemp is essentially at the mercy of the man who so desperately wants to be in the Hall of Fame.

Price stalks Kemp, and, once he reaches him, he grabs him by the trunks and . . . throws him into the corner that Teo Del Sol is standing in.

Freddy Whoa: Huh?

Kyle Kemp pulls himself up by the ropes, and, not surprisingly, makes a tag to his partner, Teo Del Sol, who hits the ring and begins circling it, as does Jayson Price.

Zach Davis: Well, I have to say that I definitely didn't see that one coming. Why would Jayson Price essentially allow a free tag between his opponents when he apparently had Kemp right where he wanted him?

Del Sol reaches forward as though getting ready to engage Price in a collar and elbow tie-up. However, Jayson avoids his grasp and quickly rotates around so that he is behind Teo. When he does so, Price buries a knee strike into the small of his opponent's back. It would not be a particularly devastating knee strike in most other contexts, but, for some reason, Del Sol reacts like he was shot and crumples to the mat.

Freddy Whoa: What is going on here?

Zach Davis: There's a possibility that Teo was coming in to this match hurt, Freddy! We saw him take a brutal fall off of a ladder and through the Hungarian announce table thanks to Mikey eXtreme last week!

Price stays on his downed opponent and lowers a series of three short knee drops into the masked man's back before leaving the knee in place and wrenching back on Del Sol's with a chinlock.

Zach Davis: Version of a camel clutch now as Jay Price has honed in on the lower back of Teo Del Sol and may well be using it as his avenue to retain the Tag Team Titles.

Though his body is racked with pain and he is bearing the weight of a fully grown man, Del Sol attempts to crawl forward on his belly towards in the ring ropes. He makes a surprising amount of progress, but, unfortunately, in his desperation he gets a bit too close to the champions' corner of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: And Price reaches out from the mat to make the tag to the Eminent one!

While the referee applies a five count, Price continues to hold Del Sol in the submission hold, with King taking the opportunity to boot Teo square in the face. After that, Price takes his leave of the ring, moments before his team could theoretically be disqualified.

Zach Davis: Now the Hardcore Champion checks into the match to see what he can do against the man from Houston.

Rather than keeping his opponent grounded, King picks Teddy up off the mat and Irish whips him into the turnbuckles in a neutral corner. The Iron Heart then charges forward, looking to hit a jumping knee strike on the cornered opposition, but Del Sol still has the presence of mind to move out of the way at this last second, causing King's leg to collide with the top turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: And, just like that, our favorite luchador has created an opportunity for himself!

Ethan stumbles forward out of the corner and is met by Teo Del Sol, who tries to connect with an elbow strike. However, King has it scouted and ducks under then deftly grabbing his opponent and hooking him for an exploder suplex, which bounces Del Sol off of the mat.

Zach Davis: And Teo goes down once more on that injured back!

Freddy Whoa: King rolls Del Sol over on to his stomach now . . . and he applies the dreaded Muta lock!

Zach Davis: Though this hold looks like it is putting a lot of pressure on Teo's neck, that pressure actually travels down the entire spine and affects the lumbar region as well.

Kyle Kemp, being quite a bit more inclined to bend the rules than his partner, has had enough and tries to hit the ring to break the hold. However, before he can make it too far, the official runs interference and physically restrains him from going any further.

Freddy Whoa: This sort of thing never ends well for the team that tries it . . .

In fact, Freddy's words appear to be prophetic, as Jayson Price enters the ring while the ref is distracted with Kyle Kemp and hits the ropes for a baseball slide dropkick in to Del Sol's ribs while he is still in the Muta lock of Ethan King.

Freddy Whoa: Told you so.

Zach Davis: Great one, Kreskin. Next why don't you go out on a limb and predict that water is wet.

Eventually the referee convinces Kyle Kemp that he ought to go back to the corner, during which time Jay Price and Ethan King have pulled an illegal switcheroo behind his back, without making any tag. Price continues to stomp away on the prone Del Sol, again focusing on his back.

Freddy Whoa: It's interesting to see Ethan King engaging in these sorts of underhanded tactics when he otherwise seemed to have cleaned up his act once Everest dissolved.

Zach Davis: Well, when your partner is Jayson Price, you don't exactly have the best of influences being exerted over you.

Del Sol now finds himself scooped up off of the mat by his opponent. Price double underhooks Teo's arms and flings him up in to the air from that position, dropping him down with a . . .

Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!

Zach Davis: Price's shin just hit perfectly across Del Sol's back!
Freddy Whoa: That's not normally a move that I'd call a finish, but, given what we've seen up to this point, it could be in this case!

In fact, Price drops down and goes for the cover on Del Sol.

1……………………….

2………………………………………………..

Zach Davis: And Teo kicks out! He may be damaged, but you don't see a man like Del Sol go down unless he's nearly dead!

Undaunted, Jay Price picks Del Sol right back up off of the mat and double underhooks his arms for a second time. However, this time he pauses and holds Teo in position for a few moments, using the time to taunt and ultimately spit at Kyle Kemp.

Freddy Whoa: Well, that's just disrespectful.

Zach Davis: Like Kemp wouldn't do the exact same thing if he had the chance.

Freddy Whoa: Price hercs Teo up for the second backbreaker . . . .

Zach Davis: BUT TEO REVERSES IT INTO A HURICANRANA!

In fact, Del Sol grabs Price's head with his legs in midair and rolls forward, launching Price across the ring. Though Jay is not too badly injured, the move did create just the opening that Del Sol needed, as he somersaults forward and finally connects with a tag to Kyle Kemp.

Zach Davis: Here we go!

Still off balance from the huricanrana, Price gets to his feet and staggers around for a bit, finding himself quickly caught in a waistlock by Kyle Kemp.

Freddy Whoa: GERMAN SUPLEX BY KEMP!

Kemp releases rather than bridging, which is fortunate for him because Ethan King has hit the ring. For some reason, the referee doesn't care about this despite the fact that he prevented Kemp from entering illegally just a few minutes ago. How convenient. King looks for a lariat on Kemp, but it is avoided, leading to a . . .

Zach Davis: SPINEBUSTER ON ETHAN KING!

Jayson Price is back up on his feet after taking the German, and Kemp, still a house afire, sees him coming, grabbing him around the legs and elevating him before dropping him down throat first over the top rope.

Freddy Whoa: There's the stun gun! He normally uses that to set up Back to the Minors!

Zach Davis: Wait a second; it looks like Teo Del Sol is back up!

Freddy Whoa: BLAZING KNEE BY DEL SOL ON ETHAN KING!

Zach Davis: AND KEMP FOLLOWS IT WITH BACK TO THE MINORS ON JAYSON PRICE!

Freddy Whoa: The Omega Champion drops down into the cover!

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2……………………………………………..

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

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, and ONCE AGAIN, the WCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS . . . . KYLE KEMP AND TEO DEL SOL!

Stephen Singh/Gravedigger Segment

Before Slam has even come to a close, we see Stephen Singh briskly striding toward the arena exit. A buzz in his pocket stops him as he shifts the duffel bag over his shoulder and pulls out his phone to find a new email notification. He pauses for a moment considering whether or not to bother opening it at this moment but then sees it’s from gravediggerrules@hotmail.com with a subject is “OPEN ME BITCH”.

Thinking perhaps this is best opened ASAP so he can provide Digger with a face-to-face reply as necessary, he unlocks his phone, opens the email to find only a video file. A few more clicks and it’s playing; a shot from the front of a vehicle. In front of the vehicle are several motorcycles. The men on the bikes all wear MS-13 patches on their jackets. In the lead is the unmistakable physique of WCF’s Gravedigger.

The group is riding on the highway and eventually pass by a sign. Gravedigger points at it as the group veer onto an off-ramp. The sign reads “Welcome to Nekoosa, WI”. Singh’s brows furrow as he recognizes the name of his hometown. The video cuts to the front of a home and Singh freezes, unable to hide the concern from his face despite not having spoken with anyone in that house for nearly a year.

The front door to the home opens up and out walk two members of MS-13. A flash can be seen in one of the windows and it quickly becomes apparent that the curtains are on fire. One of the bikers glances back at the house before the pair leave the screen. The video is played in a faster speed as it shows the house being slowly burned down. Singh throws his phone against a wall in a sudden rage.

Stephen Singh: Digger! DIGGER!

Singh looks around and sees Hank Brown just coming out of the men’s room. Singh snatches him by the lapels and pulls him close.

Stephen Singh: Where the hell is Gravedigger?

Hank Brown: I...uh...I have no idea!

Stephen Singh: Where did you see him last?

Hank Brown: He took off after his match! He’s gone.

Stephen Singh: Son of a bitch.

Stephen Singh tosses Brown aside bouncing the frail man off the wall before hustling out of the arena.

Television Title Match
Sidney J. Warwick vs John Rabid

Inside the Chesapeake Energy Arena "Both Hands" by Ani DiFranco starts to play over the arena's sound system. After a few moments, Sidney J. Warwick enters without any pomp and circumstance. There’s not even a video playing on the big screen. Sidney walks down the aisle with an elevated level of sneer etched across his face as he looks disparagingly at the audience. Sidney wipes his boots on the ring apron, extenuating the action before finally entering through the ropes. Instead of removing his neck tie however, Sidney snobbishly turns his nose up at the jeering Oklahoma City crowd, making matters worse.

Zach Davis: Sidney’s recent actions have taken this rivalry to a very personal level, Freddy. The ONE main event began life as a World title bout, it may end as a battle for survival!

Sidney waves the crowds disapproval away with a flick of his wrist as his vision scours the stage for the arrival of the Champion. After a few moments we hear footsteps, but no music. Rabid walks out onto the stage to a huge pop, face still etched with a stone like expression as he silently begins his journey.

Zach Davis: No music or pyro tonight, Freddy. This feels ominous.

We can hear the clang of heavy boots against steel as Rabid marches down to the stage. The Ripper has his trusty cricket bat gripped tightly in one hand, while his TV belt is draped over a shoulder. John does not acknowledge the crowd, instead he vaults onto the apron and climbs inside the ring without eye contact latching onto anyone. Kyle Steel walks over and attempts to take the TV belt away from Rabid.

But is instead pushed aside! Kyle steps forward again, but this time he’s thrown to the outside over the top rope!

Zach Davis: This situation is heading south – fast, and the bell hasn’t even rang!

Rabid holds aloft the TV belt, examines it for a long beat as Sidney circles. Sidney waves Rabid on; expecting a tie up. Rabid tilts his head to one side, gazes at the Television title one final time…

….and smirks.

John Rabid: Oh well, bollocks to it.

Rabid drops the title unceremoniously and surges forward like a juggernaut, swinging the bat! Sidney’s eyes grow wide as he attempts to mount some offence but is struck across the back by the bat! THWACK! Sidney staggers to his knees as Rabid raises the bat again, brings it down like a scythe as Sidney bails to the outside. The referee, Stanley Moser, tries to interject but is struck across the back with the bat! THWACK! Stanley hits the deck as Rabid calmly steps over him. The Oklahoma City crowd CHEERS!

Zach Davis: Moser is down! We need help out here, Rabid has snapped!

Seth and a team of security bleed out onto the stage, running down to ringside as Sidney is skulking behind the timekeepers shadow. After a few moments, Warwick eventually grabs hold of a microphone, addressing his opponent with a sneering zeal.

Sidney J. Warwick: You don’t understand, John. I honestly only want what’s best...for Dorian.

In a blink of an eye Rabid drops the bat and plancha’s over security, crashing into the timekeeper and Sidney as a nearby Spanish announce table implodes!

Crowd: Holeee Shit! Holeee Shit! Holeee Shit! Holeee Shit!

Seth is in the ring now, cradling the television belt while observing disparagingly as Sidney staggers to his feet. Warwick is covered in splinters, hands searching under the devastation for Rabid’s bat as - -

WADE MOOR pushes Sidney aside while gorilla pressing Rabid over his head! Moor cannons Rabid forward like a human javelin, Ripper’s body slamming into the steel steps as Sidney attempts to seize his opportunity, raising the bat as--

DUNE SPEARS MOOR THROUGH THE BARRIER!

KERRRR-KRASH!

Zach Davis: Holy shit! Where did Dune come from?!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Dune and Moor are down as Sidney swings, but the intervention of Dune has given Rabid time to roll onto his front. Ripper kicks the steel steps into Sidney, who now staggers. Warwick’s aim missing Rabid by inches as Rabid is up onto his feet, the bat now seemingly discarded…

A tense beat as Sidney and John circle each other. Sidney throws the first punch, but Rabid ducks and grabs Sidney by the neck tie, slamming Warwick’s head into the apron before rolling him into the ring. Seth tries to intervene between Sidney and Rabid, but Rabid instead grabs the Television title belt away from the WCF owner and aims for square for Sidney!

As Rabid cannon’s forward however, Sidney ducks as Seth is blasted by the belt! Security now surround Rabid as they remove the belt from his grasp while a beaming Warwick high tails it up the ramp to safety. Blood pours from Seth’s scalp as he snatches a microphone from a tech hand.

Seth Lerch: That’s it, Rabid! Enough...ENOUGH! For Two hundred and seventy five days you’ve been Television champion. But as of now? It all ENDS TONIGHT! I’m stripping you of the title!

Zach Davis: Oh my God.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Rabid snatches the microphone from Seth!

John Rabid: Keep it! Keep all of it! The only thing that matters to me is my family! Some men, they talk their way into power. Some into obscurity. WARWICK? Last week you talked yourself into the earth! Take a good look, Sidney...this is how I dig a grave!

Rabid V-Trigger’s a security guard! Then another! And another! The guards fall like bowling pins as Rabid V-Trigger’s Moser, just as the EMT’s are helping the unfortunate man to his feet! Rabid now V-Trigger’s SETH to a HUGE POP! With the crowd cheering, Rabid rolls to the outside and drags Freddy Whoa out of his chair and V-TRIGGER’S WHOA!

Zach Davis: Whoa! Rabid, NO! PLEASE!

V-Trigger to Zach Davis!

Ringside is obliterated as Rabid snatches the headset away from the unconscious body of Zach Davis…

John Rabid: Is this thing on?

Huge POP as Rabid addresses the audience.

John Rabid: One...January 1st. Live from the Wells Fargo Center, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Book early to avoid disappointment.

Rabid drops the headset as Warwick scowls from the ramp, the scene slowly fading to black!

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Jacob Black vs Johnny Alpha

Dune/Wade Moor Segment

Winning Team Joins the Alpha Title Match at One: Jay West/Comet/Jack Smith/Dan Capello vs Kyle Congdon/Charlie Rossi/Matthew Black/Marshall Gates

Hardcore Match: The Risen vs Very Big Security

Gravedigger vs Bonnie Blue

Stephen Singh vs Mikey eXtreme

Tag Team Titles Match: Kyle Kemp/Teo Del Sol vs Ethan King/Jayson Price

Stephen Singh/Gravedigger Segment

Television Title Match: Sidney J. Warwick vs John Rabid

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Kemp/Teo
Match:
Gravedigger vs Blue
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:
Ethan King/Jayson Price