We open on Jordan Caliban and the other 3 members of Sequitus in a locker room somewhere in the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas, he is wearing a purple bandana over his face, Sinnesy is wearing a green one, Ciserano's is blue and Cormack has an arabian face scarf wrapped round his kneck. Caliban walks up and down in front of the troops
Jordan Caliban: Tick Tock goes the clock, creeping towards title reigns beginning and title reigns end, groups like Pantheon, S-pac, Shadows, they are all banding together in safety of the blast, Sequitus is the bomb itself and tonight we hit the detonator
He looks down at something in his hand off camera.
Jordan Caliban: Hey guys, funny thing about these Bandana's we seem to have one more.
Caliban holds a Yellow bandana up to the camera with a smile on his face and winks into the lens
Jordan Caliban: Incoming
The scene opens to Scott in his signature suit & tie combo meeting with Herbert in the corner of the garage area. Herbert is wearing his light grey wool overcoat over a black dress shirt with a black and red slant-striped tie.
Herbert Goldstein: You need to give me something to do. When I decided I was going to be your legal representative, I didn’t realize it would be sooooo boring!
Scott Savage: Patience old friend, good things come to those who wait.
Herbert Goldstein: I’m a lawyer, I know better than that. You want to talk Idioms? God helps them who helps themselves! You aren’t just going to be handed anything, everything S-PAC has gained has been fought for and will continued to be fought for but I need to be a part of that fight. I want to help make your world a bigger better place, that is my job basically and I get you are dark and stylish-y broody…I respect that but some of us go one hundred miles per hour in the world of business today.
Scott Savage: I am sympathetic to your cause. In fact, if you want to fight alongside us, here is what I want you to do…
Herbert Goldstein: Wait, are you sure you want to say this right in front of the camera? Seriously, it is literally impossible to get anything done around here with Cameramen running around filming everyone’s conversation.
Herbert raises an eyebrow towards the camera. Scott leans in to whisper into his ear. Herbert goes pale.
Herbert Goldstein: I don’t like this, I don’t like this one bit…
Scott Savage: Meet with Seth as soon as possible and get this match made.
Scott places an arm over Herbert’s shoulder and presses the points his free hand on Herbert’s tie.
Scott Savage:...But don’t do it for me, do it for you…I want to help make your world a bigger better place, that is MY job basically...But it means going for it.
Herbert and Scott walk out of frame as the sounds of rolling wheels and busy feet could be heard in the background.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentleman, the following is a four way match and is for one fall.
The lights completely go out in the arena, as soon as they arena is completely dark, "Lift Me Up" by Five Finger Death Punch Ft Rob Halford begins to blare over the PA system. A red rocket fires from somewhere in the stadium and explodes on the entrance ramp igniting a fire. The camera angle switches to get a view of the flames, and it's in the design of the symbol of chaos, in the center a man is rising. As he reaches the ramp the symbol burns itself out. The man rushes the ring, and slides in on his belly, eyeing the crowd, as the lights slowly raise.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first... from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 217 pounds, Khaos!
"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex plays. Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the fans to cheer louder. He jogs down towards the ring. Once he reaches the apron, he turns back, drops to one knee and points at the fans on both sides of the ramp, nodding his head to the music. Then he rolls under the ropes and does the Kurt Angle arms outstretched spinning taunt before heading to his corner.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Apache Junction, Arizona and weighing 236 pounds, this is Bryan "Buzz" Worthy!
Fuck The System by Cyberpunkers blast through the arena speakers.
Kyle Steel: Next, from parts unknown, weighing 219 pounds, Endorphin!
Roscoe Shame walks out through the curtain to no music but total focus.
Zach Davis: Interesting that we have a superstar with no entrance music. His name's Roscoe Shame.
Erin Robbins: I guess he's no thrills and distractions kind of guy. Or he forgot to submit his music to the production team.
Shame enters the ring.
Kyle Steel: And finally, from Kalamazoo, Michigan and weighing 265 pounds, Roscoe Shame!
Zach Davis: Debuts aplenty here.
Erin Robbins: Yes but we've seen many of these sort of matches. Too many guys get into the kitchen but can't stand the heat. Who will start cooking and who will burn? Maybe we'll get an indication tonight.
Zach Davis: Well, this is a tough environment but the opportunity to debut live on Pay Per View is too good to turn down.
The four competitors immediately break into two. Khaos and Buzz Worthy brawl while Roscoe Shame and Endorphin fight on the other side of the ring. Worthy throws Khaos out of the ring and focuses his attention on the other two. Worthy goes to clout Endorphin with a forearm smash but Endorphin blocks it and floors him with a standing dropkick. Sensing an opportunity, Endorphin quickly throws Shame out of the ring and onto the fallen Khaos.
Erin Robbins: Clever from Endorphin. He's isolating Worthy.
Endorphin picks Worthy up and hits the Endorphin Rush (tilt-a-whirl sunset flip powerbomb). He covers him.
Zach Davis: This should be all...
THR-NO! Shame gets back in the ring and breaks up the pin.
Shame lifts up Endorphin and executes a stiff spinebuster. He then turns his attention to Worthy and locks him in the ankle lock.
Erin Robbins: Khaos is still outside! Looks like there's no one to break this hold!
Worthy fights and skirmishes to try to get out of the ankle lock. He presses on his hands and spins his body to kick Shame with his other leg. He covers.
Worthy clotheslines Shame to the mat and punches Endorphin down every time he gets up. Suddenly, Khaos comes out of nowhere and hits a moonsault from the top rope. It catches both Shame and Worthy but, due to bad contact, also hurts Khaos in the process.
Zach Davis: Three men are down! The momentum is with Endorphin now.
Endorphin picks up Khaos and throws him to the turnbuckle. He also lifts up Shame and whips him into Khaos. The fans gasp at the sickening thud of Khaos and Shame clashing heads.
Erin Robbins: OUCH! Collision! Shame and Khaos are out.
Endorphin taunts Shame and Khaos with a vulgar gesture involving his crotch. Suddenly, Bryan Worthy hits him with a back kick. The impact sends Endorphin into the prone Khaos and Shame in the corner. Worthy grabs Khaos and hits the Buzz Bomb into the pin. The referee counts.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner... BRYAN "BUZZ" WORTHY!
Bryan Worthy celebrates as the others look on aghast.
Zach Davis: Well Bryan proved he was well 'worthy' of victory tonight!
Erin Robbins: Don't. Just don't.
As Worthy leaves, Endorphin taunts him rudely.
Zach Davis: Well, Endorphin lost out because he was too busy taunting Khaos and Roscoe Shame. He'll regret taking his eyes off Worthy like that.
Erin Robbins: I don't think that'll happen again. You can bet that Endorphin will be going for revenge very soon indeed.
Zach Davis: Well, I hope so. I hope he, Khaos and Shame stick around and try to avenge this loss.
Erin Robbins: Defeat can actually be a big incentive to step it up and prove yourself. Let's see if they can do it.
The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk ...Natural ICE Beckman!!
ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.
The lights begin to fade as smoke begins to rise from entrance. The thunder rumbles in the background to add dramatic affect and when no one sees it coming BOOM! Ice Ice Baby Starts and a line of red white and blue fireworks line my entrance. I walk down the stage with a moving ice cream cart as make my way down the strip i toss Ice cream bars in the shape of ice cream cones to the audience. Once the crowds reached their max of my creamy deliciousness, I'd jump in the ring and stare into the crowd and tear off my costume, revealing my Black thong with a strawberry Ice-cream cone imprinted on the front. Then I'd proceed to my side of the ring.
Zach Davis: Why was that in the 1st person? What did I just witness?
Erin Robbins: I don't get it either, but let's move on. Real clever booking here, ICE versus the Ice Cream Man, ha ha ha.
Beckman stares at David Grey and shakes his head in disgust. Grey grabs an ice cream bar and offers it to ICE.
Zach Davis: What.. what is this..
Beckman shakes his head and hits Grey with a Dropkick! The Ice Cream Man goes down and gets back up only to be thrown to the ropes. As he's coming back ICE hits a huge T-Bone Suplex!
Erin Robbins: Big moves from this newcomer to WCF!
ICE isn't looking to waste any time. As Grey is stumbling up, ICE pulls him into the Piledriver position and jumps..
Zach Davis: The Box Wine Hangover!, oh God. What a dangerous move.
As ICE spikes Grey's head to the mat, he transitions quickly into a Crossface.
Erin Robbins: COCKTAILED CROSSFACE!
Within moments, the Ice Cream Man taps.
Zach Davis: Impressive debut for Natural ICE Beckman here tonight!
The crowd cheers as Beckman gets to his feet and gets his arm raised.
Erin Robbins: Bunch of drunks..
We switch to the backstage area with 'The Shine' Brent Alpine sitting on a bench in his locker room. Percy Micro is sat at his feet. The crowd boos them appearing on the screen. Alpine's countenance appears heavier and more serious than usual. He takes his time to speak in order to let the jeers die down and to command attention from the people.
Brent Alpine: I told you all last week that I would be picking a WCF stable to join here at Timebomb. Well, unfortunately dingos... despite the deluge of offers, I have not deemed any groups worthy of The Shine. Not Pantheon, not Shadows, not Sequitus, not S-PAC. No one...
The fans start a 'they don't want you' chant. Alpine seems proturbed.
Brent Alpine: Oh they do want me. I AM THE TV CHAMPION! I AM THE HOTTEST COMMODITY IN THE BUSINESS! They bloody begged me! I had millions of offers.
Alpine gets up and kicks a water bottle across his locker room. The crowd 'ooh's sarcastically.
Brent Alpine: Sorry, sorry.
The feed cuts. The fans cheer and continue the 'they don't want you' chant.
Zach Davis: Looks like Alpine isn't wanted!
Erin Robbins: Can't you ever just take a man at his word? Brent says he had millions of offers.
Zach Davis: To save face! The fact is, for all his talent, Alpine rubs people up the wrong way a little too much.
Zach Davis: The following match will be featuring Artyon "The Soviet" going up against "Coldblooded" Tek.
Erin Robbins: Before we get this match underway, I would like to remind everyone of our epic main event, featuring six of the very best, WCF has to offer.
Zach Davis: Five former world champions will face off against the current World Champion Jonny Fly.
The lights go out and the National Anthem of USSR plays and the arena goes Red. Svetlana comes out and then Artyom comes out wearing a Russian Soldier hat with the Soviet logo on it. Artyom is also holding and waving a Soviet flag and wearing a Soviet Russia shirt. The Soviet makes his way down the ramp while waving the flag.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, being accompanied Svetlana... From Bolychova, Russia... weighing in at 330 pounds... This is "The Soviet" Artyom.
Artyom gets in the ring and stands on the turnbuckle and waves the flag as the crowd boos and Svetlana is standing outside the ring.
Zach Davis: This Artyom is one massive individual.
Erin Robbins: This Soviet outweighs Tek by over 100 pounds.
Zach Davis: It will be very interesting how Tek will fair against this massive Artyom.
The arena goes pitch black. “Edge Of Destruction” by Machine Gun Kelly begin to play. Blue neon lights come on and points to the stage, where Tek is at standing looking right at the ring. He makes is way down the ramp, to the crowd booing him.
Kyle Steel: From parts unknown... weighing in at 225 pounds... This is "Coldblooded" Tek!!
Tek stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around at the crowd, then walks to the ring. Tek gets on the apron and sits on the ropes looking at his opponent.
Zach Davis: This match is underway.
Both competitors circle the ring.
Erin Robbins: This Artyom towers over Tek!!
Artyom and Tek collide in the center, of the ring.
Zach Davis: Artyom takes the immediate advantage, by pushing tek back in a corner.
WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser is there to try to get in between the competitors.
Stanley Moser: Alright you two, let go of each other. Artyom back up. Disengaged... NOW!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!!
Artyom backs away, while raising up his hands.
Erin Robbins: Artyom went for a cheap shot, but Tek moves out of the way and The Soviet crashes into the corner.
Zach Davis: Tek lays into The Soviet with a quick jab, backhand chop, shin kick and finally a front kick.
Tek grabs Artyom's left hand with his own left hand.
Erin Robbins: Tek goes for an Irish whip!!
Zach Davis: A short-arm clothesline by Artyom on Tek.
The Soviet picks up Coldblooded and runs across the ring...
Erin Robbins: Running powerslam!!
Artyom stands there as Tek slowly stands up.
Zach Davis: Artyom grabs Coldblooded.
Erin Robbins: Exploder suplex!!
The impact causes Tek to bounce towards a corner. Coldblooded leans against the turnbuckles. the Soviet roars out.
Zach Davis: This doesn't look good for Tek!
Artyom charges, like a screaming locomotive, towards an seemingly unaware Tek.
Erin Robbins: Oh my God... Artyom is gonna kill Tek!!
The Soviet charges at Tek...
Zach Davis: Drop toe hold by Tek!
Artyom slams face first against the second turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Tek runs toward the opposite corner!! Coldblooded is charging right at Artyom!!
Zach Davis: A running knee, right against the skull of The Soviet!!
Tek runs back to the opposite end, of the ring and charges at Artyom...
Erin Robbins: What an amazing running flip kick!!
Zach Davis: Tek is all over the place in this match!! Tek is now back across the ring from the Soviet.
Tek charges at Artyom...
Tek nails his opponent with a shining wizard.
Erin Robbins: Except for a short moment, this match has been all tek!!
That last move knocked Artyom down onto the mat, looking up at the lights. Tek points to the corner.
Crowd: BOO-O-O!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
Tek runs to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Without any hesitation, Coldblooded leaps off the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: HOLY COW!! Tek leaps off the top turnbuckle and lands on the top rope, springboarding himself off the rope... 450 SPLASH!!
Erin Robbins: Coldblooded misses with the 450 splash!!
Zach Davis: The Soviet Artyom grabs a broken Tek and places him into a fireman's carry position.
Artyom releases the fireman's carry into a sit-out powerbomb. The ring shakes in the process.
Erin Robbins: A VERY powerful maneuver!!
The Soviet grabs Tek and positions him into a vertical suplex.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!! FIVE!!
Zach Davis: Great hanging time on the vertical suplex!!
Artyom releases the suplex into a massive side slam.
Erin Robbins: The Sickle!! That nearly broke Tek in half!!
Zach Davis: Artyom is going for the pin!!
The referee slides into position.
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... The Soviet Ar-aar-artyo-o-om!!
Erin Robbins: Practically an easy victory for The Soviet Artyom!!
Zach Davis: Up next we have a firecracker of a match! WCF’s favourite tag team Biowalker will be going up against two men who… seemed to have formed some sorts of alliance in recent weeks! The United States Champion Doctor Remus Micayle and Nathan von Liebert, now going by the name of Mark Dillinger, have decided to work together as a cohesive unit!
Erin Robbins: Erm, you best get your facts right Zach! Dillinger BEGGED the Doctor for help, and only after pathetic grovelling and persuasion did the champion decide to take him under his wing.
Zach Davis: If you wish to put it that way too. Micayle, having christened his crusade for a ethically correct America by the name of Team Science, decided late last week that Dillinger deserved a second chance at life. He now aims to use the power of science to help cure Dillinger of the so-called voices he was hearing in his head. I wonder if it’ll work.
Erin Robbins: Of course it will. Doctor Remus is a professional and a wonderful man. Dillinger should be happy that he even took the time to acknowledge his existence.
“Breakdown” by Biohazard plays, as Biohazard comes out. The lights in the arena flash yellow and purple as the fans start going crazy with cheers. He walks to the ring coolly, surveying the crowd and nodding his head to the beat.
Kyle Steel: The following tag team match is set for one fall! Introducing first... from Mexico City, Mexico... weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... BIOHAZARD!
Zach Davis: One of the WCF’s most popular wrestlers is looking good tonight. But you have to admit… do you think Tyler Walker and himself stands any chance against the formidable opposition that is Team Science?
And speaking of Tyler Walker, the man of the hour has arrived. "I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line, along with black boots and has his wrists taped.
Kyle Steel: And his partner... from Santa Monica, California... weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds… TYLER WALKER!
He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
Erin Robbins: You should know my answer by now, don’t you? Just let me maintain my silence for once and watch the demolition that’s about to occur, shall you?
Zach Davis: … fine.
A scream echoes throughout the arena, followed by the sounds of gun fire. This continues on for a few moments, and then silence. It is within this silence that Mark Dillinger steps out on the stage, watching the crowd with a confused and pained face.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent... from Sanford, North Carolina... weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… MARK DILLINGER!
He makes the rest of the way down in ramp in this silence, head down away from the eyes staring at him. He rolls into the ring without any fanfare and prepares himself for the match.
Zach Davis: Mark… it is honestly so bizarre to see him in this condition. The last time we saw him, he still had his red hand. I don’t know what happened, but it must be a traumatic incident to knock him off like this.
Erin Robbins: We all know Dillinger has mental issues. The bigger question to me is this… are we going to see Vlad? And if so… will the personality that has scared so many in the past reemerge back in him?
Zach Davis: Guess we’ll never know. Just keep an eye out for blood. That will be the sign.
The opening riff to "The Stringless Violin" by Adagio blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. The lights in the arena start to grow dimmer by a notch, as a sole spotlight appears on the top of the ramp. A geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle struts out from the back, his body illuminated from the slight darkness and his treasured championship wrapped snugly around his waist. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate him. The spotlight follows, giving him a regal appearance in the modest darkness.
Stanley Moser: From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... He is the WCF United States Champion... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin rolls into the ring, and the spotlight grows to an intensity that's almost blinding in brightness. Through the glare, however, it can still be seen by the fans that Micayle is loosening the strap around his waist. As he raises it up in the air, the spotlight slowly dims in strength, as the championship glitters proudly in the ring. He slowly walks to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, his mind only focused on the match ahead, as he walks over to the referee to hand over his title.
Erin Robbins: And it’s time! All four men are in the ring at this very moment! I can’t wait, and so can’t these fans!
The spectators are besides themselves. Half of them are jeering Team Science loudly, but the other half are trying their best to drown out the boos with their own cheers for Biowalker. The commotion goes on as the team members of both teams converse with each other. A loud cheer erupts from the crowd as Tyler Walker decides to start for his team, as Biowalker slowly walks back to the his corner. Micayle and Dillinger on the other hand, are working less cohesively. Dillinger is trying his best to talk to Micayle, but the Scientist is pointedly ignoring his words. He turns his back on the former World champion and proceeds to stand on the canvas, leaving Dillinger to start the match.
Zach Davis: Not very cohesive yet, are they?
Referee Nigel Martin calls for the bell, and the two men immediately lock up in the middle of the ring. The larger Walker quickly gains an advantage as he forces Dillinger against the turnbuckle. Nigel Martin pays close attention to the grapple, before finally deciding that the two wrestlers have to break it up. Dillinger immediately puts some space between himself and Tyler Walker, before the two men start circling each other, each waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Zach Davis: The stronger half of Biowalker is really using his strength against the lighter Dillinger tonight.
Erin Robbins: It’s not really the ideal situation for him right now, is it? He got both a limb AND a strength disadvantage.
The circling continues for several seconds, before Walker decides to move in quick for the kill. He attempts to catch Dillinger in another grapple, but this time, Dillinger manages to avoid the move! He takes advantage of Walker's miscalculation, quickly bringing the southerner to one knee with a series of kicks. Dillinger continues to push Walker about with a series of stinging left punches, before taking a breather and observing his dazed opponent.
Zach Davis: That ring rust is really hurting Dillinger. The old him wouldn’t have tired this easily.
Erin Robbins: It’s that or the lack of a right hand that’s hindering him. It’s really not easy fighting one-handed, just so you know.
Mark Dillinger stares at Walker for a moment or two, before running to the ropes and delivering a shining wizard to the head of The Beast. The jock crumples to the mat, stunned by the superior speed of his opponent. Dillinger doesn't let up though, as he immediately hoists Walker back up and throws him hard in a corner! Walker’s neck snaps back in to the pads from the force.
Zach Davis: Ouch! Looks like Dillinger is not holding back with his attacks tonight. That looked like it might have tweaked Walker’s neck badly!
Now firmly in control of the match, Dillinger’s face displays nothing, as he readies himself. Aiming at his still-groggy opponent, Dillinger dashes towards him and strikes HARD with a brutal one-handed axe handle! He follows it up with a snap DDT, bringing Walker’s head down to the mat. Dillinger jumps on to Walker's body. Nigel Martin at the ready for the count.
NO! Walker shoots his shoulder off the mat strongly after a two-count.
Zach Davis: Not enough to take down Tyler, it seems.
Perspiring in exertion, Dillinger stands up and surveys the downed Beast. Biohazard is gesturing wildly on the outside, anxious to get in to the action. Dillinger picks Walker up and kicks him hard in the gut, before hoisting him in a piledriver position. But before he could lock up the hold, Walker regains his strength and powers out of the vulnerable position, flipping Dillinger over his head!
Zach Davis: Walker is back in the game!
And he slumps back down, exhausted from the supreme effort needed to escape the piledriver.
Erin Robbins: Ha! Yeah right.
The referee looks at both wrestlers lying on the mat, before starting his ten-count.
Dillinger is awake, and slowly climbs up. Walker, however, is still on the mat.
Zach Davis: And Dillinger is back to his feet!
The crowd is jeering immensely as Dillinger once again approaches the downed Walker. However, as he reaches down to grab Walker, the Beast counters the attempt to trip Dillinger down! He delivers a couple of kicks to the torso of Dillinger for good measure, before dashing over the ring to tag Biohazard in!
Zach Davis: Biohazard is in! And he is looking nothing but eager to get in to the middle of the fray!
A slightly stunned Dillinger regains his footing, but is immediately met with a clothesline from the legal Biohazard. Dillinger pops right up, but is taken down again with another clothesline! Biohazard is hopping with excitement, and so are the fans! Dillinger tries to get up once more, but before he could do no more than sit-up, Biohazard runs to the ropes and delivers a third clothesline to the still-seated Dillinger!
Zach Davis: He’s going wild!
Biohazard hauls Dillinger back to his feet, and places him in a grapple hold. However, this time, before he could fully lock it in, Dillinger regains his bearings and responds with a hurricanrana out of nowhere! Biohazard’s head ricocheted back against the canvas with a sickening thud, and he grasps his head in pain.
Erin Robbins: Wow! That’s what I’m talking about. You go Dillinger!
Seeing the opportunity, Dillinger once again goes for the pin. Nigel Martin slides in to position.
NO! Biohazard manages to beat the three-count!
Zach Davis: Decent effort by Biohazard. Too bad Dillinger got him scouted though. Will he take advantage of the situation?
Erin Robbins: He better! Tyler Walker is still out like a light bulb! And look at Doctor Micayle on the sidelines, he’s livid at the quality of wrestling Dillinger is delivering!
Zach Davis: What for! Dillinger is doing all the fighting, and the good ole’ Scientist hasn’t even gotten in to the ring! He deserves better!
Shaking his head and mumbling to himself, Dillinger brings a groggy Biohazard back to his feet, before delivering a one-handed suplex to him. Young immediately follows it up on the canvas with a submission of his own, a koji clutch this time! He wrings the head of Biohazard back painfully, eliciting a few groans of agony from the masked superstar. The crowd jeers audibly, unhappy that momentum is back with the bad guy. A few ‘Biowalker’ chants break out in support of their favourite tag team.
Zach Davis: Koji clutch! Now, will Biohazard tap! It seems like things are changing so quickly in this match.
Erin Robbins: Biohazard seems to be fading! Will he go down!
Indeed, Biohazard appears to be weakening beneath the strong grip of the former World champion. His breathing is turning shallow, and his cries of pain are echoing around the arena. The audience is heavily booing. And then... Biohazard's head starts lolling about, almost as if he fell unconscious.
Erin Robbins: That's it, the match is over!
But just as she uttered those words, a revitalised Tyler Walker dashes in to the ring and breaks up the submission hold! He stomps hard on the stomach of Dillinger, forcing him to let go of the submission hold. Ever the opportunist, Walker also runs across the ring to deliver a punch to the face of Micayle, knocking the United States champion off the mat! He quickly turns around and picks Biohazard up, before nodding to each other ominously.
Zach Davis: Micayle is out of the match! It’s just Biowalker and Dillinger in the ring, and it isn’t looking good for him! A two-on-one scenario, and it looks like WCF’s favourite boys are planning something nasty!
Dillinger picks himself up and slowly turns around, unknowingly walking in to the waiting arms of Biohazard. The masked superstar jumps high up in the air and grabs Dillinger by the neck with a hurricanrana, pulling him close to Walker. The Beast is waiting eagerly, and as the incapacitated Dillinger nears him, he grabs him and places him in a pumphandle position. The fans know what’s coming!
Zach Davis: Can Biowalker do this! If he hits the Jock Jam, they might just win this match! And what an upset it would truly be!
Smiling broadly, Walker gestures proudly to the crowd, who return the gesture happily. But as he readies himself to slam Dillinger to the mat, the former World champion comes back to life and tries to wriggle out of the grip! His smile turning to a frown, Walker tries his best to contain the fight.
Erin Robbins: Come on Dillinger!
Walker lifts his body up in the air, but before he could slam it down, at the very last moment, Dillinger manages to get out of the pumphandle grapple, flipping behind the back of The Beast! Biohazard points wildly at the now-free Dillinger, but before Walker could do so much as blink, Dillinger has already spun him around, disorientating the Californian native. The former World champ kicks Walker hard in the gut, before SMASHING him with a vicious face-to-face stunner!
Zach Davis: Out of absolutely nowhere! He calls that the KIA, and that might just be Tyler’s fate! Look at him, he’s not even moving!
Erin Robbins: But Biohazard is still the legal man, and he is charging towards Dillinger!
But no! Dillinger saw Biohazard coming from a mile away, and lifts the incoming wrestler in a gorilla press, before absolutely ANNIHILATING him with a European uppercut with his own stump! The crowd boos heartily as they watch the scene.
Zach Davis: And that’s the Dishonourable Discharge! A terrible move to get hit with if if I ever saw one! Biohazard might be out!
A slightly bemused expression on his face, Dillinger drags Biohazard’s limp body all the way back in to his own corner, before moving over to kick the unconscious Walker out of the ring. He readies himself to pin Biohazard, but before he can do so, a smirking Micayle taps him on the back.
Zach Davis: Hey, it’s Micayle! He’s back in the mat… wait a minute, did he just tag himself in to the match?
Erin Robbins: I believe he did! Dillinger looks slightly shocked, he almost can’t believe that he got tagged out!
Zach Davis: Of course he can’t! What an asshole! Dillinger did all the hard work in the match, and now Micayle wants to steal the glory!
The pair talk for a while as a chorus of jeers emerge from the crowd. Micayle steps out to the canvas and starts jabbing rudely in to the chest of Dillinger, who seems to be unwilling to be tagged out. Unbeknownst to them, however, is Biohazard stirring slightly. Finally, as Dillinger’s shoulders slump in resignation and he exits to the outside of the ring, does Micayle turn back to the carcass of the masked wrestler.
Zach Davis: I can’t believe that Micayle just did that to his own friend!
Erin Robbins: Ha! Hey, the Scientist never said that they were friends, remember? Dillinger is merely his latest project, and he deserves to profit off it! Too bad that this victory comes at the expense of Dillinger pinning an opponent. Don’t like it? Don’t ask Doctor Micayle for help! Tsk.
A rabid grin on his face, Micayle walks over to lift Biohazard up. His body limp and unsupportive, Micayle carries him and drapes him on the ropes, while moving over to entangle both his arms and legs to the ropes, resulting in him being suspended in the air without additional support needed. A satisfied expression on his face, the United States champion walks to the opposite end of the ring, before lifts his right arm in the air triumphantly, as the catcalls from the Timebomb crowd threatens to blow the roof off the ceiling.
Zach Davis: The crowd is not liking this at all. NOT. AT. ALL.
His eyes narrowed in concentration, Micayle charges towards the vulnerable body of Biohazard, forearm ready to deliver The Formula.
Zach Davis: And he hits it! How disgusting!
Defenceless, Biohazard’s body ricochets out of his temporary bindings, flying out a slight distance from the force behind the blow. His arm still raised in victory, Micayle puts a foot across his chest, while the referee counts the pin.
The WCF Galaxy restart their incessant booing as Micayle’s arm is raised in victory. His face wide with delight, the Scientist signals for the still-panting Dillinger to join him in the ring. Though still a bit unsatisfied, the newest member of Team Science complies with this orders. The referee raises his hand in victory too, as Micayle starts pointing a finger to himself and gesturing to the crowd. Evidently, he thinks that he is the main reason why they won the match.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this bout… the team of MARK DILLINGER AND the WCF United States Champion… DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!
Zach Davis: Team Science won in what can only be described as a massacre. Not many expected Biowalker to win, but the way they did so was appalling! I expected more from our United States champion and Mark Dillinger!
Erin Robbins: Hey, hey. A win is a win, and they did so in dominating fashion. Good job boys, in this non-biased commentator’s eyes, you did very well. Kudos to you, and thank you for serving our country!
Zach Davis: Urgh. I can’t even…
The camera slowly moves to a backstage scene depicting an interview with a local celebrity enjoying the show, as the shot of Team Science standing tall over Biohazard ends the match.
Zach Davis: Well folks, up next we have a match between two people who hate each other, their hatred for one another began during their careers in the NWA…it’s going to be an all out brawl between these two…
Erin Robbins: Oh will you shut up already…
The camera cuts to the ring where Kyle Steel is standing there with a microphone in hand.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall…
‘Like a Drug’ by How I Bleed blasts out of the PA system as Dan DiStoner walks out onto the stage as the fans boo heavily, he then makes his way down the ramp ignoring the fans on his way.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, making his way to the ring...from Columbus, Ohio...weighing in at 260 pounds! 'The Innovator Of Extreme'...Dan...DiStoner!
DiStoner reaches the ring and he rolls under the bottom rope before climbing the turnbuckle and looks out at the booing fans, he smirks before climbing back down as 'Like a Drug' fades out.
Zach Davis: After DiStoner issued an open challenge to any other former NWA Superstar; it was accepted by none other than Matthew Robinson…
Erin Robbins: Will you shut up already about NWA…this is WCF…not NWA!
The opening to 'Face The Pain' by Stemm plays through the PA system as the arena plunges into darkness. When the song fully kicks in, 'The Outlaw' Matthew Robinson walks out onto the stage from behind the curtain smoking a cigarette and holding a can of beer in his left hand. He finishes his cigarette and drops it on the stage before stubbing it out with his foot, he then opens the can of beer and downs the entirety of it before smashing the empty can off his forehead, crushing it in the process before he tosses it aside and begins making his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, making his way to the ring... from Orlando, Florida...weighing in at 235 pounds! 'The Outlaw'...Matthew...Robinson!
Robinson heads towards the ring steps and begins climbing them, he grabs hold of the turnbuckle and looks around at the sold out crowd cheering him and smirks before walking across the apron and climbing through the ropes. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle, climbs it and raises his arms high above his head before then climbing back down as 'Face The Pain' fades out.
Zach Davis: This isn’t going to be any ordinary match up here Erin; this is going to be a fight…
Erin Robbins: After the disrespect I’ve suffered at the hands of Robinson, I hope DiStoner kicks his ass…
The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway as both men walk up to one another and start mouthing off at one another before DiStoner suddenly slaps Robinson across the face.
Zach Davis: Damn, that was a slap and a half…
Robinson smirks and slowly strokes his cheek before then suddenly nailing DiStoner with a hard right hand which sends DiStoner stumbling back; he strikes with another causing DiStoner to fall onto the ropes. Robinson then attempts to whip DiStoner off the ropes however it’s reversed and DiStoner whips Robinson off the ropes instead and when he comes back, DiStoner knocks Robinson to the mat with a shoulder tackle.
Erin Robbins: Beautiful takedown there by DiStoner…
DiStoner then quickly mounts Robinson and begins pummelling him with right hands, yelling obscenities at him as he does it. After suffering a lecture from the referee, DiStoner gets to his feet and lifts Robinson up with him, Robinson then suddenly nails DiStoner with a hard European uppercut followed by a swift dropkick to the jaw.
Zach Davis: Picture perfect dropkick from Robinson right there…
Robinson quickly gets to his feet and nails DiStoner with a quick knee drop to the face before going for a quick pin.
Erin Robbins: Robinson trying to end it early here but DiStoner kicks out…
Robinson grabs DiStoner and pulls him to his feet and is met with a stiff punch to the gut, DiStoner then bounces off the ropes and nails Robinson with a running knee lift before following that up with a neckbreaker and goes for a pin of his own.
Zach Davis: Great combination of moves there by DiStoner, but not enough to keep down ‘The Outlaw’…
DiStoner gets to his feet and measures Robinson, when he gets to his feet, DiStoner kicks Robinson in the gut and places his head in between his legs and scoops his arms up behind his back.
Erin Robbins: DiStoner going for the Cash-Out!
Robinson quickly flips DiStoner over his head and as soon as he gets to his feet, Robinson goes for a jumping cutter.
Zach Davis: Robinson going for The Silencer!
DiStoner pushes Robinson away and he bounces off the ropes, when he comes back, DiStoner attempts a clothesline but Robinson ducks it, bounces off the opposite ropes and comes back nailing DiStoner with a Lou Thesz press followed by mounted punches.
Erin Robbins: Come on ref! He’s using a closed fist…do your damn job!
The referee lectures Robinson about using a closed fist so he gets up off DiStoner and lifts him to his feet and delivers a swift knee to DiStoner’s stomach. Robinson then grabs DiStoner and throws him out onto the ring apron, still holding onto him, he traps DiStoner’s arms in the ropes and begins nailing DiStoner with multiple forearm clubs to the chest and the fans count along.
Crowd: One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight… nine…
Robinson pauses for a second before then striking DiStoner with one last forearm club.
Zach Davis: That was…new…
Robinson then pulls DiStoner back into the ring and then nails him with a wrist-lock sitout side slam before hooking DiStoner’s leg for the pin.
Erin Robbins: And DiStoner kicks out!
Robinson gets to his feet and puts his finger to his lips as he measures DiStoner.
Zach Davis: Robinson signalling that the end is near…
DiStoner slowly gets to his feet and as he turns around, before Robinson can attempt ‘The Silencer’, DiStoner delivers a swift kick to his gut, places his head between his legs and nails him with the two toke double powerbomb.
Erin Robbins: This match isn’t ending just yet…
But on the second trip up, Robinson is able to shift his weight and escape it, grabbing DiStoner's head on the way down.
Zach Davis: THE SILENCER! HE HITS IT!
Robinson quickly rolls on top of DiStoner as the referee gets into position.
Erin Robbins: ROBINSON WINS IT!
The bell sounds as Robinson stumbles to his feet, having just barely scored the win. The ref reaches his arm in the air.
The camera opens backstage as Doctor Remus Micayle and Mark Dillinger are walking backstage, still dressed in their fight attire with perspiration still on their bodies. An uncomfortable silence falls between the two, as the two wrestlers continue their journey down the hallway. Micayle hoists his WCF United States title on to his shoulder to a more comfortable position, before he finally breaks the ice.
Doctor Remus Micayle: How are you feeling right now, Mark?
Dillinger doesn’t respond immediately.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I know you must feel disappointed that you did not have the chance to destroy the pair of Biohazard and Tyler Walker, but you must understand your place in the whole world of things, Dillinger. Having entered in to the world of science means numerous things, all of which you may not understand, and thus I will only reveal to you when the time is right. One of those… stipulations is this - the true order of things in nature.
He glances towards his new apprentice, who is listening to every word he is saying, though still somewhat despondent.
Doctor Remus Micayle: The order of things in nature are complex, but follow a logical and intelligible format if one is able to discern the patterns well enough. The weak follow the strong, and no matter what the case, the strong will always devour the meals first. You can see this in numerous examples in nature. A pride of lions, a colony of bees, even the social hierarchy in the Middle Ages. The most powerful individual has his choice, before the rest of the tribe gets their share. It’s just simple science.
Suddenly, Dillinger stops in his tracks, his glum look replaced by an expression of slight confusion.
Mark Dillinger: I don’t really understand Doctor, how it ties in to the match just now when you tagged yourself in.
The Scientist halts as well, a sickening patronising look on his face.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I know you don’t, but no worries, it will all be clear in due time. Just think about it, in the heat of battle, the voices in the head don’t seem to be as strong as they did earlier in the day, am I right?
Dillinger slowly nods. A smile breaks across the face of Micayle as he does so.
Doctor Remus Micayle: It’s due to the powers of science, Mark. You have been living a life of depravity for too long, and when you finally decided to let things run the way they ought to be - such as just now, when you allowed me to be tagged in and win the match - your pain will subside and the voices might just stop one day.
Suddenly, Dillinger grabs hold of Micayle’s arm, a desperate look on his face.
Mark Dillinger: Sir! I am afraid that the voice will come back! Please, tell me how I can get him to get out forever! It’s so haunting!
The United States champion quickly wrenches his limb away from Dillinger, an affronted look on his face. It slowly dissolves to condescending musing as he puts a hand over his eyes - almost mockingly.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Let me think… just continue to obey the natural order of things and all will be fine. This includes making sure that I retain this United States title for as long as possible, for it is the one true representative of America, and what Team Science stands for. Is that understood?
Dillinger nods vigorously. Micayle takes a deep breath, and continues.
Doctor Remus Micayle: To be perfectly frank with you, I have yet to see a full demonstration of your abilities. Allow me to arrange a special match for you next week, so that I will be able to see your full potential. This will allow me to gauge you and see where you stand on the whole order of things. I will then know what I have to work with.
He dramatically flourishes his hand away from his eyes, before walking quickly ahead, leaving Dillinger behind.
Doctor Remus Micayle: It is settled! Prove yourself to be a wrestler of proper strength and wit. One that Team Science can depend on to serve its needs! Next week, live on Slam, your examination will begin. Now, leave me be!
The camera fades to black, with Dillinger’s determined face in focus, as Timebomb returns to full swing. We return back to the ring, where the next fight is about to take place.
Kyle Steel: Our next matchup is for the vacant WCF World Tag Team Championship. Introducing first at a combined weight of 480 pounds, Dex Zenith and Sid King. They are, The Kingdom.
Jefferson Davis Hilton steps out in a lime green suit with purple dress shirt and orange tie.
Jefferson Davis: You wanted the best you get the best, the hardest working band in the world KISS!
A side curtain drops and Nelly starts playing "E.I." as Dex Zenith and Sid King step out in matching lime green "Kingdom" t-shirts with orange wrestling pants on with lime green wrestling boots carrying the WCF World tag team titles. Right behind them in a all orange suit is Adam Young with black Oakley shades on. They all walk up to the ring but Adam takes his seat in the front row as JD and the Kingdom climb into the ring. JD takes the tag titles as the Kingdom throw their t-shirts out into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Next up, We have Zack Wild and Original Gangster. They are, The Wild Gangsters.
Rollin' by limp bizkit blares on the Jumbo-Tron. " keep rollin rollin rollin what! your gonna be lovin this shit right here" the music keeps playing red and black strobe lights fills the arena and Zack wild and the original gangster comes riding out to beginning of the ramp they both rev up there engines o.g pulls out an ak 47 points it in the air and fires a few rounds and zack wild leads the way down the ramp speeding they both hop off the bike zack wild grabs a couple beers that were in a cooler near the ring both members slide in the ring chugging the cold beer as they wait for their opponents.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next....
Before he has a chance to continue he is cut off as......
A simple guitar riff fills the arena for a few seconds and then a song suddenly explodes from nowhere as do Caliban and Ciserano, they make it about halfway down the ramp and Jordy holds up a hand pointing at Kyle Steel who completely out of the blue tosses his mike all the way up to Caliban on the ramp, their music shuts off at his signal
Jordan Caliban: Awwww boooo! booooo! booooo! Get fucked the lot of yee, you think those mouth breather noises you are all making right now actually matter to anybody here?
Jordan Caliban: LADIES! AND GENTLEMEN! INTRODUCING NEXT AT A TOTAL COMBINED WEIGHT OF 380, MAKING OUR WAY TO THE RING SHOWING A FIRM REPRESENTATION OF WHAT IT MEANS TO BE THE NEXT STEP IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, REPRESENTING SEQUITUS, FIRST, HE IS THE NORTHERN IRISH MOTORMOUTH MACHINE GUN, HAILING FROM COLERAINE NORTHERN IRELAND! THIS IS JORDAN CALIBAN!!!!!!!!!! AND HIS PARTNER HAILING FROM BUFFALO NEW YORK, YOURS, MINES, COREY BLACK'S AND ERIC PRICE'S NEW FAVORITE WRESTLER, THE FUTURE OF THIS BUSINESS, THIS IS JORDAAAAAAANNNNNN CISERANO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ciserano takes off running and Caliban waits bouncing on the spot, Cisrerano leaps up onto the ring apron setting off a pyro and then he slingshots high into the ring with Caliban diving feet first under the bottom ropes beneath his airborne partner, Caliban tosses the mike back to Kyle Steel and they climb the ropes displaying an S sign and Caliban stands on the turnbuckle and crotch chops his opponents
Kyle Steel: The final competitors in the match, Ladies and gentlemen. Representing the Shadows of Darkness. Denise D'Evil and The Night Rider, The Shadow Demons.
The house lights go down, as red spotlights go over the crowd, as "Light Em Up" by Fallout begins to play over the loud speakers. The red spotlight comes to a stop at the entrance way, as the tron comes to life showing what appears to be shadows with red and purple eyes, only to turn into shots of Denise and Night Rider. The two of them in matches, and quiet times together. The sound of a horse neighing in the darkness can be heard, as a solid black horse appears with Denise and Night Rider on it's back. The horse rears as flames shoot down either side of the ramp way, and continues in waves as they ride down to the ring, in a light canter. They reach ring side, and Night Rider hops off, and helps Denise down to the floor. The two of them kiss and she hands the reigns to a stage hand waiting. Night Rider gets into the ring, and holds open the ropes for Denise. The two of them stand in the middle of the ring and Denise raises her hands, as lightening hits all four posts sending flames up. She removes the long black trench coat and tosses it in the corner as they wait for the referee to ring the bell starting the match.
Suddenly the lights go down again. 3 small children voices start to whisper
1......2 There coming for you
3......4 Better lock your door
5......6 Grab your crucifix
7......8 Don't Stay up late
9.....10 It all begins again
Start Picture........ V......... Failed........ V......... Coming....... Shadows........ VNRDDO....... 4th......
Start Picture........ 4thShadow....... V........ VNRDDO........ SOD........... Return.......... Start........
Shadow............ Shadow.......... 4th.......... Coming........ Mastermind........ Leader........ Overtaken..... End Picture
Coming......... Week.......... Slam............ Next..................... Return................ Leader........ S............ O
PAIN SUFFERING VIOLENCE
A bell tolls twice as in time starts to play. When the the first bell starts the lights go out in the arena PAIN, SUFFERING, VIOLENCE appears on the titantron in blood red dripping letters the second bell pyros go off on the stage then fog fills the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena the music starts.
Vengeance walks out slowly staring at the ring. Vengeance then turns, walks over to the chair and sits down.
Zach Davis: What in the world is Vengeance doing here? This isn't fair at all.
Erin Robbins: There you go jumping to conclusions already. He's just here to watch the match like everyone else. He just wanted a good seat.
Zach Davis: Yeah, Sure he does. I wear dresses when i'm at home alone too.
Erin Robbins: That's your problem not his. All I know is this will be one hell of a match.
The referee calls for the bell starting the match. Wild, Ciserano, Zenith and D'Evil start it out for their teams. Zenith runs at D'evil and attempts a clothesline. D'Evil ducks as Zenith hits the ropes. He bounces off as D'Evil hits the mat. Zenith jumps over her toward the ropes on the other side. Night Rider grabs the ropes and pulls them down. Zenith flips over the ropes and manages to grab the top one just in time to steady himself. He turns around as D'Evil hits him with a clothesline that sends him to the floor.
Wild and Ciserano trade blows in the corner. Lefts and rights fly like bullets out of an AK-47. Ciserano gains the quick advantage and climbs the ropes as he continues pounding Wild. Wild, Out of nowhere grabs Ciserano as he shakes off the blows and slams him hard to the mat. Wild climbs the turnbuckles, Kneeling down and waiting just as Ciserano gets to his feet and turns around. BAM Wild connects with a crossbody splash and goes for the quick pin. Ciserno powers out before the ref can even get into position.
In the meantime, After working him over a little bit Night Rider picks up Zenith and tosses him back into the ring. D'Evil grabs him and hits him with a Tiger Suplex. Zenith grabs his back in obvious pain as D'Evil tags in Night Rider. Night Rider picks up Zenith and connects with a back breaker across his knees. Night Rider picks up Zenith and sends him into the turnbuckle. Zenith hits back first and Night Rider charges in. Zenith falls to the mat just in time as Night Rider hits the turnbuckle. Zenith rolls him up and goes for the pin. Night Rider powers out with his legs and sends Zenith back to the corner. Zenith tags in King as Night Rider backs off and waves him on.
Wild picks up Ciserano and sends him into the ropes. Ciserano slides under them and walks around the ring to where his partner is. Ciserano climbs back into the ring and tags in Caliban. Wild comes running after him and is greeted with a superkick to the face. Caliban picks up Wild and throws him across the ring, Right at Night Rider. Night Rider doesn't see it coming and is hit by the flying Wild. Both crash to the mat as Caliban walks over and kicks Wild off of Night Rider. Caliban picks up Night Rider and hits him with a couple of chops across the chest, backing him up into the ropes. Caliban sends him into the ropes on the other side and hits him with a shoulder block as he comes off. Night Rider hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. Caliban watches him and times it perfectly as he hits Night Rider with a Triple jump shooting star press.
Zach Davis: OUTGOING!!!!! He caught him perfectly with that move. Night Rider could be in trouble.
Erin Robbins: Don't look now but here comes D'Evil.
D'Evil runs over and covers Night Rider as Caliban gets up and moves in for the kill. As he gets close D'Evil kicks him in the stomach and hits him with a powerful clothesline. Caliban falls back hard against the outside of the ring. D'Evil helps Night Rider to his feet as Caliban slides back into the ring. Just as Wild makes it to his corner and tags in Original Gangster. O.G. jumps over the ropes into the ring as King picks up Caliban and hits him with a DDT. King goes for the pin but O.G. breaks it up by stomping on his head. O.G. picks up King and powerbombs him to the mat. King goes for the pin. Caliban makes it to his feet and dives over to break it up just as Night Rider climbs to the top rope and leaps off. They all collide in the middle of the ring. Night Rider and Caliban smack heads as they fall onto King and O.G. All four men are down.
Erin Robbins: What a fight every one of these wrestlers are putting up.
Zach Davis: Everything that this match promised to be and more. they are definitely giving it all they have out there.
The referee begins counting as neither man is moving. O.G. manages to get an arm across the fallen King and the ref quickly slides in for the count.
No! Somehow King barely manages to get his shoulder up. He rolls over towards the ropes and grasps blindly for the bottom one. Caliban slowly begins stirring as Night Rider rolls over onto his side. D'Evil stands on the apron across from him and yells at him, Encouraging him on as she stomps the mat. King finally gets a hand on the bottom rope and begins trying to pull himself up. Caliban has his arms around the middle rope and is holding on. Not quite strong enough to pull himself up yet. Night Rider gets to his knees and shakes his head back and forth. Trying to shake out the cobwebs. O.G.rolls over and out of the ring onto the floor below. Ciserano walks over and kicks him in the gut before picking him up and dropping him across the metal barricade. Zach Wild jumps down and runs over to help his partner as Caliban makes it to his corner and looks to make the tag, Only Ciserano is being hit from behind with a clothesline.
Night Rider finally pulls himself up with the ropes and makes his way over to a waiting D'Evil to tag in. D'Evil jumps over the top rope into the ring but is escorted back out by the referee who didn't see the tag made. Ciserano gets up and turns around swinging. He catches Wild with a right hook that send him reeling backwards. Ciserano grabs Wild and DDT's him onto the concrete. Ciserano finally runs over and onto the apron to be tagged in by Caliban.
Ciserano jumps back out of the ring and grabs the fallen O.G. and throws him into the ring. Right into the arms of a rested Night Rider who powerbombs him to the mat and tags in D'Evil. The ref allows it and D'Evil flips herself over the top rope. Hitting O.G. with a Guillotine Leg Drop.
Erin Robbins: The Quickening, This could be it.
Zach Davis: Not quite, Here comes Ciserano.
Ciserano catapults himself over the top rope. D'Evil moves out of the way and Ciserano hits O.G. D'Evil hits Ciserano with an elbow drop across the neck before picking him up. WHAM! She hits him with a sidewalk slam right on top of O.G. She covers both of them. The ref slides into position.
3 No, Caliban runs in and kicks her in the back of the head to break up the count. Night Rider charges in and begins pounding caliban. They slug it out in the middle of the ring as Wild makes it back in and hits Ciserano with a clothesline. D'Evil joins Night Rider and the two begin double teaming Caliban.
Erin Robbins: This is getting out of hand real quick. The ref has just about lost control of this match.
Zach Davis: Would you expect it to be any other way? Ow, That had to hurt.
D'Evil and Night Rider send Caliban into the ropes and hit him with a double clothesline sending him over the ropes to the floor below. Night Rider follows him out and slams him into the metal steps. Wild hits D'Evil from behind with a Russian leg sweep that brings her down. Wild grabs D'Evil and sets her up for a Suplex. D'Evil blocks it and counters with one of her own. Suplexing Wild over the top rope and down onto the arena floor. Zenith from out of nowhere jumps from the top rope and hits D'Evil with a drop kick. D'Evil hits the mat. Zenith gets up and grabs D'Evil. He picks her up and then drops her with a short arm clothesline. D'Evil angrily jumps back up and gets into Zeniths face. She pushes him backwards before jumping and spinning herself around, Connecting with a spinning heel kick. Zenith drops to one knee. D'Evil grabs him by the head and hits him with a DDT. D'Evil with the cover.
thr....no, zenith gets the shoulder up. D'Evil picks up Zenith and drags him over to her corner. She tags in Night Rider as she pick up Zenith into a fireman's carry position. She begins spinning herself around faster and faster before dropping him down hard to the mat. In the meantime Night Rider climbs to the top rope and as Zenith hits the mat he leaps and connects with a frog splash. Night Rider picks up Zenith and takes him back to their corner. He tags in D'Evil and the two send Zenith into the ropes. As he comes off they connect with a double clothesline that just about takes his head off. Zenith grabs his neck in pain and begins screaming. D'Evil picks up Zenith into a torture rack and applies the pressure. Zenith refuses as the ref asks him if he wants to quit. Wild makes it back into the ring and hits D'Evil from behind sending her into the ropes. She drops Zenith over the ropes and regains her balance just in time as Wild attempts to hit her with a clothesline. She ducks and flips him over the rope onto the top of Zenith. D'Evil slides out of the ring and grabs Wild. She sends him flying into the steel post. D'Evil picks up Zenith and throws him into the ring as caliban leaps from the top rope and hits Wild with a double axe handle. Caliban picks up Wild and throws him into the ring.
D'Evil climbs into the ring and picks up Zenith. She positions him perfectly and connects with a piledriver. She picks him up again and hits him with a snap ddt. She goes for the cover.
Caliban climbs the ropes and leaps onto the fallen King with a shooting star press. He goes for the cover.
The referee hits the mat in between them both and begins counting.
Ladies and Gentlemen we have new WCF World Tag Team Champions. Here are your winners..............
Zach Davis: THE SHADOWS! THE SHADOWS ARE OUR TAG TEAM CHAMPS!
The referee counted D'Evil's pin before Caliban's. Night Rider and Denise D'Evil get their arms raised.
Erin Robbins: Sequitus almost had it! It was a half second off... they were almost the Tag Team Champions!
Night Rider and D'Evil are handed the Tag Team Titles as Caliban begins arguing with the referee, saying that his pin should've counted first and he should be a Tag Team Champion.
Zach Davis: Well this match is over but not without controversy!
Herbert is seen walking down a hallway muttering to himself.
Herbert Goldstein: I can do this, I can do this, I can do this!
He walks up to a door with a name plate that read Seth Lerch. Seth is heard from beyond the door…
Seth Lerch: One moment…
Herbert takes a deep breath.
Herbert Goldstein: You are a winner Goldstein! You can do it…
Suddenly Benjamin Atreyu enters the frame.
Benjamin Atreyu: Herbert, I need your advice on something.
Herbert Goldstein: You need my advice on something or you want me to give you my advice so you can call it stupid then proceed to call me stupid again.
Benjamin Atreyu: No, but that sounds fun too.
Herbert Goldstein: Can’t this wait?
Benjamin Atreyu: Could, but I don’t feel like it.
Herbert sighs and rolls his eyes before responding.
Herbert Goldstein: Fine…
Benjamin Atreyu: So is Fight Club illegal?
Herbert Goldstein: The movie…?
Benjamin Atreyu: No, like an actual fight club.
Herbert furrows his brow.
Herbert Goldstein: You’re a god damn wrestler!
Benjamin Atreyu: Soooo…You’re saying I shouldn’t start a fight club?
Herbert rubs his forehead.
Herbert Goldstein:…Yeah…Might be a good idea…
Benjamin Atreyu: That’s stupid, you’re stupid.
Benjamin walks out of from as Herbert checks his gold watch as the camera fades out.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen you next match will be the fatal fourway wild card match for a possible spot in the Trillogy cup Title tournament, Introducing first
“Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, savoring the scowls of the audience. After breathing in their discontent he descends the ramp to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, self-proclaimed "God Given Greatness" Benjamin Atreyu!
He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet. He walks to the center of the ring, raising his fist in the air, as if announcing his victory was assured before the match even began. The crowd erupts in boos he steps back into his corner.
Erin Robbins: This guy has potential straight up and down
Kyle Steel: Introducing next
SR-71 They All Fall Down comes over the PA, Fatel sits at ringside listening to the crowed reaction and his own song, he then stands and jumps the barricade and slides in the ring,
Kyle Steel: Already in the ring, this is JAMES FATEL!
he sits in the nearest corner and waits for the match to begin
Zach Davis: This guy showed serious sparks of brilliance in a the last multi man match we saw him in and he was also at a considerable size advantage
Erin Robbins: Fatel is dangerous Ill give you that
The house lights dim and the crowd grows silent, but the silence is interrupted as a lightning bolt streams from the rafters and impacts into the titantron. A single spotlight shines on the stage and smoke begins to pour down from the titantron. This follows up with "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blasting throughout the PA system.
Zach Davis: SPEAKING OF DANGEROUS
"Sound of the drums
You've been - thunderstruck"
Jayden Thunder walks out onto the stage with his right arm and fist balled pointing towards the ring to a mixed reaction from the WCF Galaxy. The lights in the arena return to normal. After a few moments on the stage Jayden cups his hands around his mouth and yells THUNDER! before making his way down the ramp grinning to the fans in attendance.
Kyle Steel: "And weighing in at 218 pounds, from Knoxville, Tennessee, he is the LLLLLiiiightning Strrrriiikkerrrr, Jayyyyden Thunnnderrr!"
When he reaches the squared circle, he hops up the steel stairs that lead into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. Once again, Jayden raises his right arm in the air like before on the stage. As his lyrics fade off the P.A. System Jayden hops into the ring and throws some kicks and punches in the air and stretches using the ropes getting ready for the action about to take place.
Kyle Steel: And finally
The lights go out and the humming chant can be heard throughout the arena. The lights brighten to dim as the percussion begins as Michael Steele walks out onto the ramp. He doesn't pander to the crowd, but is singularly focused on going to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring THE FORESAKEN! MICHAEL STEELE!!!!!!!
He walks down to the ring with purpose, Fatel jumps thunder as Atreyu body checks Steele off the apron before he can enter the ring he follows him out leaving the smaller competitors alone, Fatel is beating thunder down in the corner of the ring, he runs looking for a face wash but thunder pulls himself up using the ropes and clotheslines Fatel to the mat, he grabs a leg trying to hook in a knee lock early, Fatel rolls and twists his way out coming back to his feet at a run, he tries to kick Thunder in the face but Jayden rolls through it and hits the ropes, Fatel spins round and nails a lightening quick step up enzugiri to the back of Jaydens head, both bigger gentlemen are beating each other up on the outside thunder runs the ropes
Erin Robbins: LOPES SUICIDA
Zach Davis: Both men still up, thunder back in the ring
He runs the ropes again
Erin Robbins: SUICIDE DIVE!
Zach Davis: Both targets nail the crowd barrier and Thunder hits the ring again
Runs the ropes one more time
Erin Robbins: TWISTING TOPE CON HALO TAKING OUT BOTH COMPETITORS!
Jayden is back to his feet quick and tries to reenter the ring, Fatel manages to stop him on the apron and hot shot him leaving him hung up on the top rope
Zach Davis: Whats Fatel got in mind here? Runs the ropes!
Erin Robbins: He speared Thunder with a suicide dive sending them flying into the 2 men regrouping on the floor!
Fatel quickly rolls out, grabs Thunder and rolls him back into the ring. He pins him.
Zach Davis: Whaaatt!?
Erin Robbins: Jayden Thunder eliminated already!
Fatel jumps up and begins celebrating like he'd just won the whole match. Atreyu slides into the ring behind him, smirking, waiting for him to turn around.
Zach Davis: Don't turn around Fatel!
But Fatel does, and gets a kick from Atreyu, stiff kick to the gut. Atreyu follows up by hitting a huge Pump Handle Suplex and pinning Fatel.
No!, Fatel kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Benjamin Atreyu is, of course, one of the best WCF has to offer, and he nearly won the Trilogy Cup Tournament last year.
Atreyu gets to his feet and he's met with a Throat Punch from the returning Steele. Atreyu is sent reeling and Steele follows up with a Roundhouse Kick.
Zach Davis: Very educated feet from The Forsaken there.
Steele quickly grabs Fatel and tries to lock in his Gorilla Clutch Hold!, but Fatel kicks Steele away repeatedly. Steele, frustrated, kicks Steele in the head before lifting him up and going for a Vertical Suplex.
Erin Robbins: Steele is wearing Fatel out now before going to reapply that submission.
But no!, Fatel drops behind Steele and executes a Reverse Falling DDT!
Zach Davis: SETTING SUN!
Fatel pins Steele, hooking the leg!
No!, Steele kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Fatel almost had his second elimination there.. This really could've been his night!
Fatel gets up and begins yelling at the referee, saying that it should've been a three. Atreyu is back up and he taps Fatel on the shoulder.
Zach Davis: Once again, Fatel, don't turn around!
But Fatel does, and BOOM! Black Eye Sonata!
Erin Robbins: Atreyu got him!
Atreyu connects with the Spinning Elbow right to Fatel, who collapses to the mat. Atreyu drops and pins him.
Zach Davis: Fatel eliminated !
Erin Robbins: We're down to Atreyu and Steele. Once again, one of these men could be entered into the Trilogy Cup, and that means one of these men could get a World Title shot.
Atreyu smells blood. He waits for Steele to stand up.
Zach Davis: Requiem in D Minor!
No!, Steele avoids it by sidestepping him and then jumps, hitting a spinning kick to Atreyu's face.
Erin Robbins: VAN DAMME SPECIAL!
Atreyu goes down and now Steele goes for a pin!
NO! ATREYU KICKS OUT!
Zach Davis: SO CLOSE! Steele hit that kick out of nowhere!, really caught Atreyu off guard.
Steele gets back up and goes to grab Atreyu's legs, but Atreyu grabs him and reverses it into a Small Package!
NO!, now Steele kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Another nearfall!
Both men get to their feet and Steele runs at Atreyu. Atreyu takes him down with a Side Headlock. Steele gets back up and he's met with a Big Boot from Atreyu!, sending him flying half way across the ring. But he doesn't go down. He turns and gets hit with a vicious forearm by Atreyu. God Given Greatness follows it up with a Snap Suplex.
Zach Davis: Every move Atreyu hits is done to perfection. Great Suplex there.
Atreyu gets up and begins stomping away at Steele, picking his spots and getting semi cocky about it. The crowd begins to boo.
Erin Robbins: Everybody hates S-PAC.
Atreyu backs up and waits for Steele to stand. Steele is up, Atreyu grapples him from behind..
Zach Davis: German Suplex!
No!, Steele flips and lands on his feet! Atreyu turns around, kick to the gut..
Erin Robbins: NO MERCY! He hits the Screwdriver!
Steele falls on top of Atreyu and pins him.
Zach Davis: Matthew Steele wins it!
The bell sounds as Steele slowly gets to his feet.
Erin Robbins: What an upset! Newcomer Michael Steele gets the victory here tonight and becomes the first man to enter the Trilogy Cup Tournament if someone else is unable to compete.
Zach Davis: And if something happens to Steele, or if we need two people, Atreyu is on tap there, remember that. You never know.
We go to a commercial for Explosion as Steele is finally to a vertical base and gets his arm raised.
The camera opens backstage in the communal locker room as Doctor Remus Micayle sits on a bench, already dressed in his casual outfit - a dress shirt, designer jeans, and loafers. He closes his open locker and proceeds to the door. But before he can take more than a couple of steps, the generic Apple ringtone sounds loudly from an undisclosed location. Micayle glances about the ring, before reaching to the source of the sound - his iPhone 5s in his pocket. He looks at the caller ID for a few long seconds, before finally deciding to pick it up.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Hello.
The gentle whispering of a person speaking is picked up by the camera. It sounds like a woman is on the other end. Micayle’s stoic face remains composed, as he listens to whoever is talking to him at the moment.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Yes please. I will be needing your assistance for next week. Bring the three… candidates to me. I’ll give you a call when I’m in a suitable enough location to pick them up.
A soft assent can be heard, before more unintelligible murmuring is heard. Micayle nods approvingly; obviously he is pleased at whatever he is hearing.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Perfect. I think he’ll be very pleased with the quality of opponents he’ll finally be able to face in this federation. I’ll let him know that. Thank you.
The Scientist brings down the phone and taps on the end call function. A small smile now forming on his face, Micayle turns his back to the camera and strides out of the locker room, closing the door behind him. The scene then fades to black as Timebomb goes back to the arena, ready for the next match on the card.
Herbert is still in the hallway waiting to meet with Seth
Herbert Goldstein: Is it a meeting or something. This is ridiculous!...Is he even in there? Did I just get Ferris Bueller’d?...No that’s stupid…I bet he is fucking with me. Making me wait on purpose! He is going to hear it from me!
Waylon runs into the frame.
Waylon Cash: Herbert, come quick!!! I blew up another mail box!
Herbert Goldstein: Really?!? Right in front of the camera!?!
Waylon Cash: C’mon, you gotta do some legal representin’, boy! We might end up with a riot!
Herbert struggles to think of a solution; then snaps to a realization.
Herbert Goldstein: Did anyone see you holding the explosive?
Waylon Cash: Most people actually…
Herbert Goldstein: Hmmm, did anyone else hold it?
Waylon Cash: Yeah. The guy I bought it from…
Herbert Goldstein: There, you were holding it for a friend, boom, Lawyer magic. It always works.
Waylon Cash: Nah, I know that shit doesn’t work.
Herbert Goldstein: Can we please settle this another time?!?
Waylon Cash: I don’t know, there was a lot of post men…They don’t like friendly none either.
Herbert Goldstein’s eye twitches as he could be seen visibly resisting the urge to choke Waylon.
Herbert Goldstein: Why did you blow up the damn mail box!!!
Walyon Cash: I thought it would be fun. Be Tee Double-U, thesis confirmed!
Herbert Goldstein: My advice to you is to just walk away or they will be distracted with a homicide case.
Waylon Cash: But, that sounds like the exact distraction I need, why would I…Oh, I see what you mean…
Waylon walks out of frame as Herbert checks his Gold watch once again.
Herbert Goldstein: Is this thing even working?
"Matter of Time" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion, standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak. They then slowly makes their way down to ringside before Chase rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting on his opponent.
Zach Davis: Chase Michaels. The kid's got a mean streak in him a mile long but we like that around here.
Erin Robbins: Yes he's the type of man that I'd like to spend some time with.
Zach Davis: For?--
Erin Robbins: To discuss his thoughts on the sports entertainment business and the world at large. Get your mind out of the gutter, Davis.
Suddenly the lights go out and static shows on the titantron as black smoke covers the stage and ramp. The static then turns into a black screen as blood drips onto the screen forming the words Seifer Black Armstrong causing the fans to go wild. Suddenly there is an explosion of fire on the stage and Step up by Drowning pool blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong runs onto the stage whipping the fans up into a frenzy, holding his World title and with his custom title fastened around his waist.
Dazy: And the champion...making his way to the ring accompanied by Chelsea Black Armstrong...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 250 pounds...'The Archangel of the WCF'...Seifer...Black...Armstrong!
Running down the ramp Seifer and Chelsea claps hands with the fans as he does a full lap around the ring before sliding into it under the bottom rope. Climbing onto the second turnbuckle, Seifer puts his arms out in the sign of the cross tipping his head back and spitting out silver mist before jumping down, handing his Coat to Chelsea before taking his t shirt off and throwing it out into the crowd before sitting in the corner waiting for the match to start as Step up by Drowning pool fades out.
Zach Davis: Seifer Black Armstrong. This young man has been so close to the brass ring on so many occasions only to see it slip from his grasp.
Erin Robbins: He can undo the pain and suffering tonight, Zach.
Zach Davis: It won't be easy. These men know each other so well. Sometimes friends but mostly enemies. The history between them supersedes WCF and dates back to their time together in NWA.
Erin Robbins: Personal animosity aside, the winner of this match advances in the Trilogy Cup Tournament, and that's a big deal.
Zach Davis: Yes ma'am. There's a nice pot of gold waiting at the end of the rainbow for whichever superstar can go all the way and capture the Trilogy Cup.
Referee Zip Wingdinger searches both men for both traditional weapons and Justin Bieber CDs (strictly prohibited per orders of the WCF Championship committee for their ability to cause instant death to all who listen).
Zach Davis: Zip says both men are clean and he calls for the bell!
Zach Davis: Here we go -- this match is underway!
Chase and Seifer circle a bit before locking up. The anger on their faces is palpable, so much hate inside of their souls for the other man, and the crowd is hyped all that much more because of it. Chase grits his teeth as he knees Seifer in the gut and locks him in a side headlock. Seifer backs both of their bodies into the ropes and pushes Chase off of him. Chase rebounds off the far ropes and eats a Koppu kick from Seifer, which pops the crowd. Seifer is feeling good as he rains down on Chase's skull with stiff punches and punctuates the flurry with a European style uppercut that snaps Chase's head backwards. Chase surprises his larger foe with a rake of the eyes and drags Seifer to the mat with a Neck-Tie Suplex, executed with lightning quick speed and pinpoint precision.
Zach Davis: Nice suplex from out of nowhere by Chase and he dropped Seifer hard with that one!
Erin Robbins: Zip just warned Chase about the eye rake but I don't think Chase minds taking a shortcut here and there if it helps him get ahead, especially against a noted foe such as Seifer.
Chase beats on Seifer with some hard strikes and then whips him into the ropes. Michaels tries for a strong lariat, but Seifer ducks just in the nick of time. Chase spins around and he's greeted with a barrage of elbow smashes from Seifer. Seifer is unloading on Michaels. Chase alertly continues with a strong knee to Black Armstrong's midsection and then stuns Seifer with an STO backbreaker.
Zach Davis: Oh wow! Chase is like a magician in that ring! A gnarly grizzled biker magician!
Erin Robbins: Seifer might be letting his anger get the best of him, giving Chase an opening to hit those grappling based moves of his.
Seifer quickly gets back to his feet but he's disoriented. Chase moves in for the kill with an attempted Legsweep DDT but Seifer has the wherewithal to spin out of it before countering with a reverse DDT of his own. The fans pop once again for The Angel Of Judgement after that big move.
Zach Davis: Seifer has some tricks of his own up his sleeve!
Chase gets back to his feet and Seifer quickly pounces, picking up The Lone Wolf and planting him with a gut-wrench slam. Chase, buying some time to gather himself, slides out to the floor. Seifer doesn't let his rival escape though-- Seifer shoots off the far rope and flies into the air with a tope con giro, landing on top of Michaels outside of the ring, the force of the maneuver driving both men into the fan barrier. A "Holy shit!" chant breaks out as the fans pop for the great show of athleticism that they just witnessed from Seifer.
Zach Davis: Seifer is pulling out all of the stops tonight, Erin! He not only wants to beat his rival Chase Michaels, he also wants to show that he's the man to beat in the Trilogy Cup Tournament!
Erin Robbins: Seeing is believing, Zach, and what I'm seeing from Seifer right now makes me believe that he's a legitimate contender to go all of the way, but it's still early in this match. Let's see if Chase can rebound.
Both men take a moment to recover on the outside of the ring as Zip Wingdinger institutes his mandatory ten count. Seifer is the first to get up and he brushes himself off before rolling Chase into the ring and attempting the cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Seifer thought he might be able to steal the victory there against a shellshocked Chase Michaels, but Chase has a little too much left in the tank to be finished at this juncture of the match.
Erin Robbins: Seifer is staying on him though. Landing some nice kicks.
Seifer continues to attack Chase with hard strikes before whipping him into the turnbuckles. Chase bounces off the turnbuckles after impacting them with authority and Seifer meets him with a belly-to-belly suplex that floors his opponent. Chase is down, not out quite yet, but obviously injured. Seifer stands poised in the corner, waiting for Chase to bounce to his feet. Michaels is up and Black Armstrong leaps into action with a forearm smash that staggers Chase, followed by a spinning clothesline. The impact drives Chase into the ropes and causes him to become tied up between the top and middle ropes. Seifer smiles at his opponent's predicament and positions himself on the far side of the ring. Seifer builds up a head of steam and uses his body as a torpedo as he tries to crush Chase with a running shoulder tackle, but Michaels frees himself from the encumberment of the ropes just before Seifer reaches him. Seifer misses Chase and ends up flying through the ropes and landing awkwardly on the floor outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: No! Seifer missed! He could be hurt bad outside of the ring!
Erin Robbins: I don't know if Chase was pretending to be caught up in the ropes or if he just got lucky, but Seifer went from being in charge of this match to being in a very precarious position.
Chase smiles wickedly as he slides out of the ring and immediately begins stomping at the crudely strewn body of Seifer Black Armstrong. Chase pulls Seifer up and whips him spine first into the steel ring post. Seifer groans in pain and drops to his knees. Chase scoops Seifer and drops him across the barrier as the fans howl in disgust and anger.
Zach Davis: The fans are solidly behind Black Armstrong, but that doesn't necessarily stop the pain from entering his cerebral cortex and thwarting his efforts to remain conscious and capture victory in this match.
Erin Robbins: He keeps getting beat up like this and he's not going to be able to walk, much less defeat Chase Michaels.
The Lone Wolf cups his mouth with his hands and lets out a howl, taunting Seifer and the fans. He temporarily rolls into the ring, resetting the ref's count and then finds his way back toward Seifer to continue his onslaught. Seifer's body is sprawled on the barrier, half on each side of it, as Chase runs and levels Seifer in the face with a bicycle kick to the face.
Zach Davis: Oh there you are, that's the Demon's Kiss and it could be goodnight, Seifer Black Armstrong!
Chase pulls the devastated Seifer from the barrier and rolls him into the ring before rolling in himself and quickly making the cover, his feet propped onto the ropes for leverage.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE..
THR--NO!!! FEET ON THE ROPES, BUDDY!!! DON'T TRY THAT STUFF HERE!!!
Zach Davis: The referee was on the ball that time or Seifer might have been cheated out of the victory.
Erin Robbins: To be honest, Zach, Chase might have cheated himself out of the victory. If he had pinned Seifer without his feet on the ropes he might have gotten the three count.
Zach Davis: Perhaps you are correct, Erin, but it could be a moot point if Chase Michaels hits this move!!
Chase sets Seifer up for The Devil's Delight, but Seifer alertly and amazingly flips out of the hold and lands on his feet, stunning Chase. Before Chase can react, Seifer thumps him in the crotch and hits a desperation pumphandle bomb, throwing the crowd into a frenzy.
Zach Davis: Dallas, Texas hasn't made this kind of noise since the last time the Cowboys were actually a good team!
Erin Robbins: These fans love the grit and the guts of Seifer Black Armstrong, Zach. You gotta give the man credit. He's a big heavyweight yet he moves like a lightweight and he wears his heart on his sleeve at all times, sometimes to a fault.
Zach Davis: Can Seifer dig deep and pull out the victory, exorcising a measure of those demons that have plagued his heart, mind and soul? Can Seifer Black Armstrong advance into the next round of the Trilogy Cup Tournament or will his rival The Lone Wolf Chase Michaels find a way to usurp his old NWA foe and crush Seifer's will once and for all?
Seifer musters the energy to drape an arm across the chest of Chase Michaels.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
The crowd lets out a gasp of frustration-- Seifer would join them if he had the energy or the wherewithal.
Zach Davis: Both men digging deep and refusing to be beat! This is what competition in the WCF is all about, ladies and gentlemen! Take your Randy Orton and shove him up your ass, Vinnie Mac!
Erin Robbins: Neither man is moving, Zach. The referee is counting them both down... could we have a double countout?!
The fans are beckoning for Seifer, or even Chase, to make a move, get to their feet and stop the count.
Zach Davis: Don't let it end like this! Please don't!!
Finally both men begin to stir as Zip's count is nearing ten. They first get to a knee and then all the way to their feet, albeit with both men looking worse for wear. The crowd cheers their efforts, appreciating the do or die attitude of these two great WCF superstars. Chase is the first to make a move -- he grapples with Seifer and attempts a suplex or throw of some kind, but Seifer grabs the ropes to counter and reels off a ferocious flurry of elbows to the face of Chase Michaels, busting The Lone Wolf's nose and drawing blood. Chase yelps in pain but he refuses to relinquish his grip on Seifer. Chase headbutts Seifer five times in a row like a man without a conscience or a soul to deter him from doing wrong. Seifer releases the ropes and is swiftly guided through the air and driven into the ring canvas with a sidewinder suplex. The fans gasp.
Zach Davis: The demons inside of Chase Michaels' soul know no bounds and no mercy!
Erin Robbins: I have never seen this side of Chase Michaels before. I knew he was capable of great things, special things, but he's bringing it like he's never brought it before tonight. This is his breakout moment, Zach. Chase Michaels is proving that he belongs in the upper echelon of WCF superstars tonight! Can he finish? Can he finish this indefatigable Seifer Black Armstrong, a man who has only been defeated by the elite, the cream of the crop of WCF superstars?
Chase finds a way to return to his vertical base. He eyes Seifer with the bulging glare of a man possessed before running toward his foe and drilling him with a Busaiku Knee to the grill. Seifer Black Armstrong appears to have been knocked unconscious. He's not moving. The crowd falls silent.
Zach Davis: Chase Michaels hits that devastating Finale of his and that might just be the finale for this match!
Chase confidently hooks Seifer's leg and cradles him for the pin.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THREE--NO!!! FOOT ON THE ROPE!!! NO PIN!!!
A roar goes up in the capacity crowd as Seifer Black Armstrong finds a way to stave off defeat yet again.
Zach Davis: The guts! The absolute honor and guts of Seifer Black Armstrong are on full display tonight!
Erin Robbins: What will it take? How do you kill the walking dead, Zach? Chase might have to put a bullet in Seifer's dome and set the mofo on fire!
Chase is beside himself, emotionally spent and physically fatigued. He slams the mat with his fists, the raw emotion of battle superseding his normally calm and confident demeanor. Chase takes a moment to calculate his next move. Finally he gets an idea and a chilling smile creeps across his face.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh. I don't like the looks of that smile on Chase's face. This could mean bad news for Seifer!
Chase gets to his feet and climbs out of the ring. He searches around under the ring for a moment and then finds what he's looking for. He pulls out a long, blunt object from under the apron.
Zach Davis: What in the world-- oh my, Chase just pulled a table out from under the ring! What's he thinking? This isn't hardcore rules!
Erin Robbins: Chase Michaels might just be in that Honey Badger mindset, Zach -- he might not give a flying Funk!
Chase sets up the table along the side of the ring and then climbs in through the ropes. He grabs Seifer by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He pulls Seifer out to the apron in front of the table and sets up for what appears to be a powerbomb.
Zach Davis: Goodness my gracious Lord in Heaven, I think Chase is setting up for The Conviction, right through the damned table! If he hits this he could end Seifer's career!
Erin Robbins: And if he does that he'll advance in the tournament just based on the fact that Seifer is too muffed up to continue. Devious little plan here by Chase Michaels, but what!? NOO!
As Chase Michaels lifts Seifer Black Armstrong into the air, Seifer adjusts his weight just enough to throw Chase off of his footing, causing The Lone Wolf to slip off the apron, and sending both men crashing horrifically through the table. The crowd falls into a stunned silence, as the referee immediately calls for the bell--
--and flags down the medics. A team of EMTs sprints to the ring and promptly begins tending to both of the debilitated and badly injured superstars.
Zach Davis: This match has been thrown out apparently and both men appear to be headed to the emergency room!
Erin Robbins: Crazy ending to what was truly a highly spirited and endlessly entertaining match. Hopefully both men can make a speedy recovery, but what does this mean for the tournament? Are both men out?
Master of Puppets by Metallica hits, and Seth walks out with microphone in hand.
Seth Lerch: Well, uh, that was some wild and unexpected shit right there. Uhm, what to do about the tournament... well, I guess if either or both men are medically cleared to compete, then they both advance in the Trilogy Cup Tournament!!
The crowd kinda pops, but is still very stunned and mostly silent.
Seth Lerch: Good job, gentlemen! You just earned yourselves a highlight reel finish. The YouTube kids are gonna be all over that. Which reminds me, I need to sue those little bastards for posting my videos on their accounts without permission...
As Seth mumbles to himself about pending civil litigation, his music once again hits and he walks backstage. The medics continue to tend to Chase and Seifer.
Zach Davis: There you have it -- Chase and Seifer BOTH advance in the Trilogy Cup Tournament and this match is a draw!
Erin Robbins: They both gave it their all, Zach. You couldn't pick a winner in this match unless you flipped a coin, and that wouldn't really be fair, now would it?
The show comes back from video hyping the main event featuring footage of each of the competitors winning the WCF World Championship and ending on an image of Johnny Fly with the WCF World Championship surrounded by the other competitors.
Erin Robbins: I'm looking forward to seeing The Champ retain his World Heavyweight Title once again!
Zach Davis: You mean the WCF World Heavyweight Championship?
All of a sudden a group of husky looking men dressed in black military fatigues and black balaclavas surround the ring causing Red to jump into the ring and join Michaels and they stand back to back looking at the mystery men.
Zach Davis: What the hell is this?
Erin Robbins: Trouble for Michaels?
The six men stand there and look at Michaels signals for them to bring it two of the men stand in the entrance way as the other four jump up on the apron. Michaels and Red manage to fend them off for several moments by preventing them from getting into the ring by knocking them off at the apron.
Zach Davis: Wow Red is actually pretty feisty! She isn't back down from these guys!
Erin Robbins: Who the hell is Red?
Zach Davis: The woman dressed all in red, that has been accompanying Michaels to the ring for the last while?
Erin Robbins: I wonder who she was, thought she was just some crazy groupie of Michaels!
Zach Davis: She's actually his valet and she also seems to be his bodyguard looking at her fighting these guys off... I mean most female valets would of run to the hills when these men surrounded the ring but not her...
Erin Robbins: That has to sexist...
Back in the ring the masked men strategize and then proceed to surround the ring and this time they all quickly enter the ring all at once.
Zach Davis: They're obviously trying to overwhelm Michaels and Red with sheer numbers.
In the ring Red nails on of the mystery men with a charging double knee strike sending him staggering into another guard. Meanwhile Michaels catches one of the guards with a stiff front kick to the knee cap and follows up with a stiff knee strike to the jaw.
Erin Robbins: Who the hell hired these guys, they seem pretty inept, I mean a man and a woman... Sorry a feisty woman are pretty much wiping the floor with them!?
Zach Davis: Now who's being sexist?
In the meantime one of the mystery guards grabs Red from behind trying to restrain her only her to drop out and nail him with an overhead kick to the side of the head. At the same time Michaels drops one of the mystery guards with a superkick before quickly dropping another with an overhead pele kick. As Red tries to get back to her feet she kicks another on of the mystery men in the groin before hand-springing over him and nailing another with an overhead kick.
All of a sudden ‘Prophecy’ by Judas Priest blasts out of the PA system as Joey Nitro and a few more masked guards walk out onto the stage.
Zach Davis: What the hell?
Erin Robbins: Ah I get it now Nitro warned Michaels and Robinson they will be consequences and I guess this is the consequence!
Nitro signals for the two guards accompanying him to get into the ring and as they charge down to the ring carrying nightsticks.
Zach Davis: Come on is this really called for? It's what eight on two now?!
They slide into the ring and one almost instantly gets speared in two by Michaels. But as Michaels gets back to his feet the other guard carrying the nightstick clips Michael in the back of the knee before blasting Michaels in the back of the head dropping Michaels instantly. Red gets distracted as she tries to check on Michaels but gets wrestled down and restrained as the security guards continue to pummel one a fallen Michaels.
Zach Davis: Nitro hired damn thugs to do his damn dirty work!
Erin Robbins: Wow calm down there, don't get your white y fronts in a twist!
Eventually Nitro gets into the ring and order the men off of Michaels who is still out cold on the mat. Nitro orders on of them to handcuff Michaels hands behind his back and another to handcuff Red before he walks over and calls for a microphone.
Zach Davis: Seems Nitro doesn't want to get his damn hands dirty doing his own dirty work.
Erin Robbins: Why should he when he can obviously pay someone else to do it for him?
Joey Nitro: I have to apologise for interrupting Time-bomb but as WCF Director of Operations it's part of my responsibilities to deal with troublesome talent such as Mister Michaels over there.
Nitro walks back over to Michaels who has been dragged back to his feet.
Joey Nitro: You see Mister Michaels is a known trouble maker not to mention degenerate piece of scum!
Nitro receives a harsh chorus of boos from the crowd which causes Nitro to shake his head.
Joey Nitro: He's part of a known criminal motorcycle gang and has an extended criminal record. You people really want to let your child watch this degenerate scum?... As Director of Operations I know I do not, I want people like the WCF Champion Johnny Fly to be representing this company not this scum bag. So while I may not be able to fire you Mister Michaels...
Nitro grabs Michael and slaps him across the face before grabbing him by the chin and holding Michaels head up so he can look in Michaels eyes.
Joey Nitro: I hereby indefinitely suspend you from all active competition in WCF... You and Robinson will both learn not to mess with me... Escort them both from this damn building!
The security guards lift Michaels back to his feet but Michaels manages to break free as he head-butts one guard and kicks the other guard in the side of the knee before launching himself at Nitro catching Nitro with a spear like move.
Erin Robbins: I bet Nitro didn't see that coming!
The security guards quickly pummel Michaels to the mat before a couple of them help Nitro back to his feet as Michaels can be seen laughing.
Joey Nitro: I've had enough of this shit! Officers can you come down to this ring.
Several Dallas Police officers make they're way from the back and enter the ring. As they enter the ring the guards back off Michaels.
Joey Nitro: I want him arrested for assault!
Two of the police officers go to pick up Michaels but while everyone is distracted Red who also has her hands handcuffed behind her back manages to shake free of the guard that was holding her and runs over and catches Nitro with a field goal like kick right to the groin.
Erin Robbins: Damn with a kick like that the Denver Broncos could of done with her when they played the Seattle Sea hawks!
Zach Davis: I think I saw Nitro cough up his genitals!
Nitro is helped to his feet again by his personal security and raises the microphone to his mouth as he speaks in a noticeably off tone.
Joey Nitro: Arrest her as well...
Nitro starts to cough as one of the police officers grabs a hold of Red and leads her from the ring while the other two lead Chase from the ring. The officers lead Michaels and up the ring still handcuffed as the camera pans back to Nitro who is quite visibly suffering from the shot to the groin.
Erin Robbins: He's going to feel that in the morning!
The show cuts to a promotional video hyping the upcoming match between Stacy Robinson and Chelsea Black Armstrong.
Fades into Herbert standing in a hallway outside Seth’s office, fidgeting with the insides of his gold watch while mumbling to himself.
Herbert Goldstein: Making me wait all show…What kind of business is this schmuck running?
Chelsea walks into frame. Herbert doesn’t look up and continues to pick at his watch.
Herbert Goldstein: hmm?
Chelsea Armstrong: I need to know about the legality of something.
Herbert eyes shift toward her in a quizzical glance. She leans in and whispers into his ear. Herbert’s expression changes to one of concern.
Herbert Goldstein: None...None legality, that will never not be illegal!
Chelsea Armstrong: As you know, I disappointed Scott and I feel like I need to make up for it and this is the only way I can think of that will help me in the eyes of Scott and keep everyone happy.
Herbert Goldstein: Objection: Impossibility, Scott will only be happy when everyone else is unhappy!
Chelsea Armstrong: What good are you if you aren’t going to help?
Herbert Goldstein: What? What do you want from me, I said I was a legal representative…I didn’t say I was a good one. But, I see this is important so I will help you, but we should go somewhere more private.
Herbert and Chelsea look at the camera. The camera shifts right then left before landing back on the two. The camera man takes a step back while Herbert throws him an annoyed glare. Just as Herbert leads Chelsea away, Seth’s door opens up as he sticks his head out.
Seth Lerch: I’ll see you now.
Herbert turns back and puffs his chest out.
Herbert Goldstein: I am insult! I have waited out here all show. I am so furious that I refuse to see YOU at this very moment! You will be hearing from my lawyer…and by my lawyer, I mean me…NEXT WEEK!
Then Herbert leads Chelsea away to discuss other matters.
Kyle Steel: the following contest is one fall, and it is a Trilogy Cup Tournament match.
Zach Davis: This should be a very physical matchup with two heavyweights going at it.
Erin Robbins: Let's hope it gets bloody!
Zach Davis: Erin!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from a classified location, weighing in at 284 lbs...he is Lupus Onyx!
The screen goes snowy before it flickers and we see a close-up of a man in a pointy goatee with a sinister grin whisper...
"This Monster Lives"
Metallica's "Some Kind Of Monster" begins and Onyx walks out, arms in the air flashing the Devil Horns. The man in the red suit follows behind him as he walks to the ring. Onyx slides in the ring, climbs each set of turnbuckles, and again flashes the Devil Horns to the crowd and sticks out his abnormally long tongue. Onyx paces around the ring awaiting the bell.
Zach Davis: While his opponent has stated he wants revenge tonight, Onyx has been strangely quiet.
Erin Robbins: Less I hear of that guy the better
Zach Davis: Fair and balanced commentary Erin!
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, weighing in at 265 lbs,he is Cormack MacNeill!
Zach Davis: MacNeill is a man bent on revenge tonight.
The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his fist into the air. Walking in stride with the music he heads to the ring, eyes locked on Lupus Onyx.
Erin Robbins: Very focused tonight. He'll make short work of Onyx!
Zach Davis: Erin...
Erin Robbins: Stuff it Zach!
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his fist in the air, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING
MacNeill charges out of his corner, Onyx does as well. The two men begin brawling in the center of the ring, with MacNeill gaining the advantage.
Zach Davis: Brawling with Cormack might not be the best strategy. He can really dish it out.
Erin Robbins: Educated fists right?
Zach Davis: Right Erin
He boots Onyx in the gut and hits him with a short-arm clothesline. Lupus rolls to his feet and launches a clothesline of his own, dropping Cormack to the mat. He rolls to his feet and both men lock up.
Zach Davis: Quick Exchange by the two big men. They are evenly matched in the strength department.
Erin Robbins: But Cormack does it better!
MacNeill knees his opponent in the midsection, and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip, catching him on return with a shoulder block, knocking him to the canvas. He straddles Onyx and begins raining rights and lefts down onto his head, shot after shot. Lupus rolls and covers his head, but to no avail as MacNeill drops bombs.
Zach Davis: When there's that much angry man on top of you, you can only cover up and wait. Right Erin?
Pulling Onyx to his feet, Cormack runs to the far ropes, coming back with a Brogue Kick, but Lupus falls back at the last second, sending MacNeill into the ropes. he rebounds and catches a shoulder tackle from Onyx, who grabs the downed man and flings him into the corner.
Zach Davis: Quick thinking by Onyx, using MacNeill's own weight against him.
Erin Robbins: Lucky shot. Mack will come back.
Zach Davis: Mack?
He charges, running up the side ropes and connecting with a twisting Enzuguiri-style kick to his opponents head, causing him to slump down in the corner.
Erin Robbins:(ignoring the comment) And a stiff kick to the head of MacNeill, dazing him.
Zach Davis: Don't ignore me Erin!
Onyx lays the boots to his dazed opponent, driving kick after kick to the chest. He picks up MacNeill, and places him on the top rope, setting him up for his trademark move...
Zach Davis: Looks like he's going for the 'Wolf's Bite'!
Erin Robbins: He can't do that to Mack!
Zach Davis: Again...Mack?
...but Cormack kicks him away. Lupus staggers back, and turns just in time to catch a diving clothesline from MacNeill.
Erin Robbins: (still ignoring the question) And a brilliant counter from MacNeill!
MacNeill gets up and grabs Onyx, dragging him to his feet and whipping him into the ropes again. This time as he rebounds Cormack hits a Brogue kick, knocking him head over heels to the mat.
Zach Davis: Instant Hangover! Wonder why he calls it that?
Erin Robbins: I've had a hangover that felt like a size 16 to the head.
Zach Davis: You know his shoe size? And you call him Mack?
The referee rushes in to check in Onyx, but MacNeill grabs him and shoves him away. The ref hits the corner and goes down in a heap.
Erin Robbins: And the ref is down. Clearly not intentional.
Zach Davis: I don't know about that! Wait, who's that?
He turns to check on the ref, and Onyx uses the time to roll out of the ring and fall to one knee.
MacNeill looks at him, and then turns back to the referee, trying to rouse him.
Zach Davis: Alpine is here! Alpine has come to save Lupus Onyx, he's...what?
Onyx regains his feet unsteadily, and a roar of cheers roll through the crowd at Brent Alpine charges down the ramp.
Alpine looks at Cormack's back, staring hard before turning to Onyx and helping him to his feet. He hits him with a Glow Worm, and rolls the nearly unconscious Onyx back into the ring just as MacNeill turns around.
Zach Davis: Alpine just nailed Onyx. What in the hell is going on?
Erin Robbins: Wrestling, Zach. We call this wrestling.
Alpine stretches his arms out to the side and mouths 'You're Welcome' as he retreats to the back.
Zach Davis: but it looks like MacNeill didn't know what happened. He looks pissed.
Erin Robbins: Never look a gift Glow Worm in the mouth Zach.
MacNeill looks confused and a little annoyed as he pulls Onyx to the center of the ring and covers him just as the ref regains his feet.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: And Cormack gets the win. He advances in the tournament with help from Alpine.
Erin Robbins: A win is still a win Zach.
Zach Davis: that may be true, but...wait what's he doing. It doesn't look like MacNeill is finished yet.
Erin Robbins: He said it was time to pay, and now Onyx is paying!
He pulls a semi-conscious Onyx to his feet and spins him around, hooking in the double chicken-wing and lifting him in the air.
Zach Davis: He's got him in the Citadel, but wait, what's he doing?
He runs at the far corner, and drives Onyx face first into it.
Erin Robbins: Making him pay, Zach.
Cormack slowly rotates 360 degrees, showing the crowd the bloody face of Onyx before dropping him face first to the mat.
Zach Davis: That's going too far! The match was over!
Erin Robbins: I guess it was time to pay the piper Zach.
He looks at the motionless form of Onyx, blood trickling out of his nose, and smiled. He exited the ring and headed for the back as the EMT's came to check on his opponent.
We cut backstage as we see Chelsea Black Armstrong making her way through the corridor; she passes one of the technicians and continues before suddenly stopping dead in her tracks.
Zach Davis: Well there we see Chelsea Black Armstrong who will take on her former friend, Stacy Robinson in a huge match later on tonight…
Erin Robbins: Question is what is she up to here?
Chelsea walks back over to the technician she passed earlier and leans against the wall.
Chelsea Armstrong: Well hello there…
The technician looks at her and flashes a small smile before going back to work.
Chelsea Armstrong: You must be new here; I’ve never seen you around before…
The technician stops working and looks back at her again.
Technician: Yeah, recently started here…name’s Paul…Paul Jones…
A sick smirk slowly grows on Chelsea’s face.
Chelsea Armstrong: Nice to meet you Paul, I’m Chelsea Black Armstrong…
Jones offers his hand for a handshake that Chelsea accepts.
Paul Jones: Ah yes, the woman who is facing my sister later on tonight…
Chelsea Armstrong: Does that bother you, Paul?
Paul Jones: Hey, whatever business my sister has with anyone is none of my concern and doesn’t involve me.
Chelsea Armstrong: Interesting…oh hey…you fix the electrical equipment around here don’t you?
Paul Jones: Yeah I do…
Chelsea Armstrong: I have a problem with the plasma in my locker room, would you be so kind to take a look and fix it for me?
Paul Jones: Uhh…yeah sure…no problem…
Both Chelsea and Jones disappear off camera as we cut back to ringside.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen this next match it a round one match up in the Trilogy Cup Tournament! Introducing first
‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as Stacy Robinson struts out onto the stage, she stops at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before she begins to make her way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds! Stacy…Robinson!
Erin Robbins: This woman brought a riot against Jordan Caliban last week
Zach Davis: And with the personal issues between her and her opponent this evening she is liable to bring a storm this week too
Stacy reaches the ring and she rolls under the bottom rope, she then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her hands before she unzips her jacket and hands it to the ringside official as ‘I’m Not Afraid’ fades out.
Kyle Steel: AND HER OPPONENT!
The lights in the arena dim as a thick fog takes over the entrance ramp causing those in the front row into seemingly disappear as Queen of Hell by A Sound of Thunder plays through the speakers. Bright emerald green lights shine through the fog as the music picks up and a figure walks out onto the stage in a glittering black cloak.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri and now residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada she is the Mistress of Darkness…Chelsea Armstrong!
Making her way down the ramp she allows the hood to fall back showing two bright green eyes staring straight ahead as her crimson lips show bright against the black mascara lines running down her cheeks.
Zach Davis: Stacy right through the ropes with a suicide dive before the bell rings!
Erin Robbins: Starting the same way as last week ow! whips her into the ring apron
Stacy backs up running in with a high knee on chelsea and landing up on the apron, she climbs the ropes and celebrates a little, Stacy tries to kick CBA in the face from the ropes but CBA catches her foot and pulls her down onto the apron face first
Erin Robbins: Stiff shot to the face from Chelsea, rolling Stacy back into the ring,
Zach Davis: Slingshot leg drop, Stacy evades it and is on her feet
Erin Robbins: RUNNING KNEE!
Stacy drops down into a headlock and transitions into a cravat and then a hammerlock holding her opponent on the ground face down, she paint brushes the top of Chelsea's head then stands up walking over her back and running the ropes coming back with a basement dropkick sending Chelsea out to the ring apron, Stacy pulls her up and tries to suplex her back in. Chelsea reverses and brings Stacy out to the ring apron
Zach Davis: This wont be good for anybody
They trades shots on the apron and chelsea desperately head butts her opponent then kicks her on the side of the head, she vaults back into the ring and hotshots Stacy all in one swift moment whiplashing her off the apron the to floor
Erin Robbins: Chelsea quick to the outside rolling her opponent back in, PIN!
Zach Davis: Not quite, these 2 are going for it
Erin Robbins: Lots of personal shit being worked out in the ring right now
Chelsea hauls Stacy to the corner and stomps a mudhole in her running back and hitting the ropes coming back with a face wash, and pulls her out of the ring muscling her up
Erin Robbins: Devil's wing neck breaker, PIN!
Zach Davis: NO STILL NOT ENOUGH TO KEEP ROBINSON DOWN
Chelsea backs up and begs Stacy to her feet, she makes it to her knees and Chelsea cuts behind and locks in the last goodnight
Erin Robbins: Here it is that sick Buffalo sleeper hold
Zach Davis: Stacy trying to fight back to her feet
Stacy makes it up and chelsea stands with her, she screams something in her ear
Erin Robbins: LAST GOODNIGHT SLEEPER SUPLEX!
Zach Davis: BRUTAL LANDING! PIN!
Erin Robbins: HOW DID SHE!
Zach Davis: Foot was on the ropes! How did she even know where she was at that point!
Chelsea getting angry goes out of the ring and up onto the top rope, Stacy lays perfect on the mat
Erin Robbins: FROG SPLASH ON THE KNEES!
Zach Davis: STACY WAS PLAYING POSSUM!
Erin Robbins: She has her in the last penance! Is this it!?, Chelsea trying to power her up!
Zach Davis: SPIKES HER ON HER HEAD!
Erin Robbins: She is rubbing her face back and forth across the mat but Stacy won't let go!
Chelsea gives one more attempt and hauls her up with one arm into a powerbomb in the turnbuckle
Erin Robbins: THIS IS IT!
Chelsea steps back catching her breath begging her opponent to step up, Stacy finally stumbles out of the corner
Zach Davis: LIGHTS OUT!
Erin Robbins: THAT HAS TO BE IT! PIN!
Zach Davis: Chelsea was in that triangle lock for a long time amazing resilience to counter it at the last second
Erin Robbins: World title shots don't grow on trees, Chelsea is in this to win it
Winner: Chelsea Black Armstrong
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is a round one contest in the Trilogy cup tournament, IT WILL ALSO BE FOR WCF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first
"Dead Beat" by Michale Graves echoes across the arena and the lights go dark. There is an eerie dark green light on the stage as Serbia emerges from behind the curtain, performing a seductive dance on the stage. When the chorus kicks in, the lights begin to flicker rigorously as Serbia struts down the ramp, still stroking and caressing herself as she taunts some nearby fans.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring Weighing in at a weight of 121 pounds, please welcome SERBIA!!!!
Once she reaches ringside, she seductively crawls onto the apron and slowly raises to her feet. She then wraps her legs around the top rope and hangs herself upside down facing the crowd, like a vampire, with her arms crossed around her chest and giving an evil glare to the fans.
Erin Robbins: She has been silent in her preperation for this one
Zach Davis: Focus, beyond all these antics she is focused you can tell
After this, she squeezes in between the ropes and climbs back to her feet. She hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and rubs her hands down her body once again before stepping back onto the mat and eyeing her opponent with a sinister stare.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next
A simple guitar riff fills the arena for a few seconds and then a song suddenly explodes from nowhere as does Jordan Caliban
Zach Davis: What the hell is he doing out here again
Erin Robbins: Considering what we have seen earlier tonight I have some idea
Kyle Steel tries to use his mike but Caliban tells him to shush and the mike shuts off, the sequitus theme song dies off and Caliban produces a mike of his own
Jordan Caliban: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND THE RAT IN THE RING I AM HERE TO PROUDLY
Jordan Caliban: Booo what? It's a noise you morons and no matter how loud you yell the 5 million people watching at home will still hear what I am saying and you will hear it all on DVD so fuck you, you don't have to listen to me.
Caliban makes his way to ringside walking around the outside before hopping up on the Announce table standing in front of Erin Robbins
Jordan Caliban: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND THE RAT IN THE RING I AM HERE TO PROUDLY INTRODUCE TO YOU ALL THE NEWEST MOTHER FUCKER IN THE GROUP OF THE GREATEST MOTHER FUCKERS YOU ARE ALL GUNNA WORSHIP FOR THE NEXT 10 YEARS. THIS IS YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION AND MINE!!!!! THIS IS THE SHINING STAR WHO WILL LIGHT THE NEXT STEP, THIS IS BRENT ALPINE!!!!!!!!
A ghostly synth breathes over the PA.
The first keyboard chord of Prince's 'Gold' blares as a red shooting star firework darts up from the entrance-way to the left rafters. The second chord chimes as the arena lights flash red. The third chord accompanies a light blue star shoots to the upper right of the arena. Blue lights flash to greet the fourth chord.
Percy Micro, a micro pig with an electronic voice-box, scurries down the ramp to laughs and an ironic pop from the crowd.
As the main tune commences, a yellow spotlight covers the entrance as 'The Shine' Brent Alpine steps out from the back to sneers. A shower of sparks surround him, eliciting a brief pop at the spectacle. Alpine keeps walking, slides into the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle. The pig 'speaks' in a robotic tone.
Percy Micro: Introducing my cherished commodity, from Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 227 pounds... 'The Shine'... Brent... Alpine!
Alpine struts down to the ring and then stops in the middle of the ramp, from the back strolls Caliban's Valet Sinnesy Rose, Brent stops and hugs her
Erin Robbins: IS IT OFFICIAL!?
He holds out his wrist and sinney produces a yellow bandana out of somewhere
Zach Davis: IT IS, OUR TV CHAMPION HAS JOINED SEQUITUS!
The crowd boos up a storm as Sinney goes to the back and Caliban stays on the announce table crotch chopping to the crowd
'The Shine' glares in comical intensity and lifts up the back of his suit jacket like a Batman cape. He dismounts and hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle. He leaps onto the opposite turnbuckle. He removes his tie and long white shirt and throws them into the crowd, now ready for the match ahead. Percy hides under the ring.
Zach Davis: Our competitors Eye each other up in the ring and from the looks of it for another week we will be joined by Mr Jordan Caliban on commentary
Jordan Caliban: Why yes Zach yes you will, look at our boy up there
Erin Robbins: Whats our TV Champ doing with you morons anyways?
Jordan Caliban: sitting on a rocket named The Sequitus on his way to the fucking glass ceiling thats where, him and his pig
The 2 meet in the ring and Brent gets a little fresh with his opponent, Serbia slaps him and Brent comes back with a short arm clothesline that knocks Serbia back but she rolls and comes up running catching Brent with a high knee to the chin and a kick in the gut she runs the ropes and up onto her doubled over opponents back dropping down on his head with a fame asser. Serbia bounces back up and runs the ropes, she runs over the top of Brent who then kips up into a dropkick catching Serbia in the face, he locks in an armbar and holds her on the ground, Serbia finds leverage from somewhere and spins herself into an enzugiri from her back
Jordan Caliban: Im stealing that that was a damn nice move
Erin Robbins: She's up!
Zach Davis: Basement dropkick to the face of Brent,
she rolls back into a crude camel clutch and starts delivering forearms across Brents face, she pushes him on the ground and stomps on his back walking over the top of him, standing on his back she goes for a moonsault, Brent rolls forward trapping her head and then twists his body around Serbia locking in his camel clutch
Brent: Normally I'd apologise but right now I think you should tap put
Brent leans foreward and locks in a dragon sleepr with the arms still cradled in camel clutch he walks backwards and throws her to the mat with a side russian leg sweep
Zach Davis: Flawless transition between maneuvers
Jordan Caliban: Excuse me this is my cue
Zach Davis: Where the hell is he going?
Caliban can be heard dropping the headset and next thing anybody knows he is on the top rope standing watching what is happening as Brent begs Serbia to his feet
Jordan Caliban: FINISH HER!
Brent Alpine pounces as Serbia stumbles up
Zach Davis: Glow worm!
Erin Robbins: PIN!
Zach Davis: Brent Alpine just bought himself a very convincing second round spot
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen your winner and STILL WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!! BRENT ALPINE!!!!!!
Erin Davis: And of course he keeps the gold he put on the line
Jordan Caliban jumps off the top rope and walks over hugging his new comrade, he grabs Kyle's Mike
Jordan Caliban: FLAWLESS VICTORY!
Sinney comes into the ring and raises both their arms
Kings of Leon hits the airwaves and the crowd flips their shit so hard that an EMT rushes to an elderly woman sitting in the 18th row. She finally saw a live WCF event to see her favorite wrestler Torture and she slowly made her way to heaven. The crowd still overly-cheering a dude who hardly is in WCF. Torture steps out onto the stage and the crowd continues to go ape shit. The wildlife zoo ape kind of shit.
Zach Davis: For more than a decade I've been calling Torture matches..
Erin Robbins: Yeah?
Zach Davis: And tonight... Tonight I watch him walk right into our Hall of Fame. He deserves it.
Torture walks down the ramp and into the ring where a podium stands in the center. He shakes a few hands at ringside and steps into the ring. Torture points out at the crowd for all the love and taunts with them on the corner turnbuckles. Torture steps down and walks up to the podium.
Torture: Tonight is the night!
Crowd loses their shit again. TOR-TURE! TOR-TURE! TOR-TURE! TOR-TURE! TOR-TURE! TOR-TURE! chant.
Erin Robbins: It's always impressive to see how Torture works the live crowd.
Zach Davis: There's a fourth wall up, Erin, let's not break it..
Torture: Tonight is the night and all I can truly say is thank you.
The crowd goes crazy again.
Torture: First of all I have to say thank you to Corey Black for always being there, I would have never been in this Hall of Fame if it wasn't for the drive and support of you my friend. From our classic tag team matches, our hilarious segments, our crazy drama, and of course our knock down drag out battles inside this ring, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here today.
Crowd goes crazy. "COREY BLACK! COREY BLACK! COREY BLACK! COREY BLACK!" chants.
Zach Davis: This crowd is HOT right now..
Torture: I have to thank Seth Lerch for all the work he gave me, the platform he allowed me to succeed upon, and the company he let me work for.. Thank you, Seth, we have had our ups and downs but you we're there for me when I needed it.. thanks for protecting me.
Torture gives a wink and a smile. Crowd chants "CAN'T BEAT THE STREAK! CAN'T BEAT THE STREAK! CAN'T BEAT THE STREAK!"
Erin Robbins: I can't quite make out that chant..
Zach Davis: You don't wanna know, Erin, let's just say it involved the Hardcore Championship and Torture having.. well.. the easiest of times and became one of the Longest reigning Champions in WCF History..
Erin Robbins: Oh, maybe I get it now..
Torture: I'd like to thank a few other wrestlers now because honestly without them I wouldn't be standing here today.. guys like Reckless Jack, PC Cradle, Hellz Angel, Gravedigger, and ...
Crowd chants LOGAN LOGAN LOGAN LOGAN..
Torture: And Bobby Cairo. Without this very talented group of men I would have never made it this far, or made it at all. Because of their greatness, I have a slimmer of light inside the Hall of Fame. I honestly mean it from the deepest part of my heart, thank you guys. I love you guys.
Zach Davis: One has to remember the amazing road to Torture's first World Championship which Torture beat Cradle, Angel, and then finally JJ Biggs to become Champion.. which of course set up the huge feud with Reckless Jack!
Erin Robbins: And if you're a smark on the dirtsheets then you know the detailed facts of Torture and Cairo's relationship.. Intense!
Zach Davis: Don't believe everything you read on some message boards, Erin, I still believe Bobby and Torture are friends. Stop breaking the fourth wall!
The crowd stops cheering for a second to let Torture continue.
Torture: I've done a lot in Wrestling Championship Federation. I've had a lot of accomplishments. Some were important to you...
Torture looks up and kisses his two fingers and points to the sky.. Torture takes a moment to gather his thoughts.. Crowd begins to cheer.
Torture: Some were of course important to me. I like to think in my small egotistical mind that I raised the prestige of the Hardcore Championship, the International Championship and the People's Championship. If I didn't however raise the prestige, then it wasn't my fault and you should blame Tekdude.
A small Thank you Tek-dude chant blows up.
Zach Davis: Oh the legitimacy of Tek..
Torture: I want to say congratulations to a few people. I'd like to say congratulations to Jay Price, D-Day and of course Corey Black. Price is brash, very annoying, and completely obnoxious but Price deserves to be here and when it comes down to it Price can be pretty clutch. I say to Jay Price, you've had a great career and I hope success continues to find you.
Zach Davis: Never a billion years...
Erin Robbins: Took the words right out of my mouth!
Torture: I've been pinned in this ring by two great men, D-Day and Corey Black.
Crowd chants "THANK YOU DAY! CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP! THANK YOU COREY CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP". Torture smiles and nods with the crowds chants.
Torture: It's been a tremendous journey... I came here from EWE in 2003, I had no direction, was losing more than winning, couldn't find myself, was dealing with a ton of drama from my past, and was just about to leave. It was early 2004, Spring time if I believe when two guys told me to stick with it and everything will work out. Seth Lerch and Corey Black told me to stay, put my head down and continue to work at it.. and here I am early 2014.. over a decade I busted my ass, I took my beatings, death matches, ladder matches, hell in a cell, cage matches, big time pay per view events with Slickie T, and Grave Digger, from Johnny Reb and Dake Ken, to Mike Maida and Howard Dean, and to top it off with Team of Torture and then back to back years at One with Jay Price and Corey Black I would not have changed a single thing.. I have no regrets.. I stand here, in this ring, not just a World Heavyweight Champion, a Hardcore Champion, Tag Team Champion, People's Champion, International Champion.. but a Wrestling Championship Federation Hall of Famer!
Crowd goes apeshit. Torture turns in the ring to ensure he faces everyone in the crowd cheering and applauding. Torture waves and smiles.
Torture: I just want to say good luck to Johnny Fly tonight, Corey Black too, I want to thank each and every one of you in the back who have heard many stories of me, most of them lies, some of them the truth, I want to thank everyone who put up with my shit, who stuck around during the time when Seth was on a sabbatical, and just know this.. at times I took my ball and went home.. but I never took WCF out of my heart... thank you, I mean it, thank you.
Torture again backs away from the podium as WCF officials slide into the ring and break down the podium and red carpet in the ring. Torture stands on each turnbuckle to salute and taunt with the crowd. Fans continuing to go apeshit. Torture looks around one last time and goes to exit the ring.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute.. what's up with this?
Torture ponders something and then turns back towards an official and asks for a microphone. Torture takes it and circles the ring scratching the back of his head... The crowd starts to cheer again wondering what he's up to..
Torture: You know my speech was supposed to be last month..
Crowd goes ape shit!!!
Erin Robbins: Oh yeah!! Is he going to talk about you know who and you know what!!
Zach Davis: One can hope..
Torture: I have this knot on the back of my head....
Torture turns to the hard camera and intently stares into it.
Torture: You want to attack me, Logan.
The crowd goes apeshit hearing Torture say Logans name. The crowd can't control themselves. One kid is showing passing out from screaming so loud.
Zach Davis: What's on Tortures mind?
Crowd begins to chant "ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!" the crowd then turns to another chant "TORT VS LOGAN" CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP "TORT VS LOGAN" CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP "TORT VS LOGAN" CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP "TORT VS LOGAN" CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP..
Torture slowly moves his hand from the back of his head and wipes his lip before looking directly back into the camera..
Torture: I don't want to beat your ass again in another one on one match... No, and to be honest, we're Hall of Famers now.. we should be offering something to the WCF roster.. not taking away from it..
Zach Davis: What's he up to here?
Torture: So rather than challenge your lame ass to another match, I challenge you to be competitive again. I challenge you to raise your game... I challenge you to be the Logan from your prime..
Zach Davis: Hmm...
Crowd is cheering..
Torture: In September of this year, there is a pay per view that I always seemed to skip... Well, why don't I be the first to throw my name in the ring so-to-say.. Logan, I'll say this; if you raise your game and get back to the Logan we all knew and "loved" then you can find me in September right here... IN WAR!!!!
Crowd. LOSES. THEIR. FUCKING. SHIT.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!!?!
Erin Robbins: NO WAY THAT JUST HAPPENED!
Zach Davis: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!
Torture drops the mic as Kings of Leon plays and high fives some front row fans as he exits up the ramp.
Zach Davis: DID TORTURE JUST ENTER WAR?? I... I.. WOW!!!!
Erin Robbins: HAS HE EVEN FOUGHT IN WAR??
Zach Davis: I don't think so.. This.. WOW.. September just got CRAZY!!!
Erin Robbins: So one last match for Torture.. and he wants Logan to enter it to!
Zach Davis: One last chapter to write in the book of Torture I suppose.. man, tonight is only going to get better!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
Massive pop from the crowd as Kyle is forced to pause until they die down.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...
All of the lights in the arena drop as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold kicks in over the arena speakers. When the guitar kicks in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a rather surprising reaction. "Fuck You Price" chants are still audible but there's a fair amount of cheers that can be heard, which apparently is news to Price as he looks a tad befuddled.
Kyle Steel: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, he is the current WCF People's Champion....JAYSON PRICE!
As the mixed reaction continues, Price heads down the ramp, mocking the few fans that actually try to slap hands with him, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before pointing to his official "#SupportTheFuckMovement" t-shit and then finally turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.
Erin Robbins: And something to keep in mind, as we get a look at the determined look on Jayson Price's face, is that this match is not only just for the World Title, but in a way it's for bragging rights. We're looking at match between the current World Champion and everyone else currently in WCF that has ever held that belt.
Zach Davis: Well except for Sarah Twilight.
Erin Robbins: Okay, everyone that's ever been World Champion except for Sarah Twilight.
Zach Davis: And Corey Black.
Erin Robbins: He doesn't really count seeing as how he only wrestles here when it's time for XIII.
Zach Davis: Well then this is all of them!
Erin Robbins: Which is exactly what I was trying to say! Anyway, as I was saying this is a fight for bragging rights as well. You're going to have to think that whoever walks out with this belt is going to have the right to call himself the best of the bunch.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next...
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed American Airlines Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the American Airlines Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority of the crowd jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner. Finally all of the smoke settles and Oblivion heads for a corner as Kyle Steel steps back to the center of the ring.
Erin Robbins: And there you see Oblivion, the monster that's currently holding the WCF Hardcore Title. You can just imagine how much he'd love to be one of the few people in WCF history to hold both the World Title and the Hardcore Title simultaneously.
Zach Davis: Well he's definitely got as good of a chance as anyone in this match. He's a big guy who we know can take some big hits as well as dish them out. You have to think the other five people in this match are going to be looking to keep the big man down.
Kyle Steel: And next out...
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind. He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, from Macon, Georgia, being accompanied to the ring by Scott Savage...WAYLON CASH!
They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. ore booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind as he walks to one of the two remaining corners.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash the next man to come out to the ring, as always with Scott Savage at ringside to play the part of coach. Although who knows how much he's going to be a factor as there's going to be some nonstop action going on all over this ring.
Erin Robbins: Savage is a smart man, he'll find a way to help his client somehow. I can guarantee you that.
Kyle Steel: And next...
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entrance way and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus piece, and a jewel encrusted cane.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, from Oakland, California...STEVE ORBIT!
He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ring hand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and walks over to where Price is standing to talk with his Pantheon teammate.
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit out here next and he's really been vocal, as has his Pantheon teammates Jonny Fly and Jayson Price, about wanting to keep the World Title in Pantheon's possession.
Zach Davis: And it's obvious why. Having that title in their possession gives them a measure of power in WCF. It's not just a status symbol for one guy with them, it's more of a representation of their combined ability as a unit. With that belt, they're saying "We have the best talent in WCF right here in Pantheon".
Erin Robbins: And that's definitely something that they like being able to say. Back to Orbit, I really feel like he is one of the guys that the fans are pulling for in this match. I know Fly has got his share of fans, as do Oblivion and Logan and apparently even Price and Cash have a few fans here tonight. But it really seems like Steve has the backing of the majority of this crowd.
Zach Davis: It's gotta be the shorts. Who can hate on a guy wearing gator skin?
Kyle Steel: And next...
A drum roll begins. "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception. Wearing a black leather vest, and the Hardcore Championship over his shoulder, Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, from Chesapeake, Virginia...LOGAN!
Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring along with the title and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Erin Robbins: And now we finally get to the most established members of WCF still around, Logan. I'm looking at my notes here and it sounds crazy to say out loud, but Logan won his first WCF World Title over 12 years ago. And now, in 2014, here he is once again with a chance to be the World Champion.
Zach Davis: Well it's a testament to his work ethic and his durability. Sure there's a lot of things people like to get on Logan about, but the fact that he's still here after all these years has to mean something. Especially when you think about the fact that he's still in championship form, having just been Hardcore Champion for three months before dropping the belt to Oblivion.
Kyle Steel: And finally...
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, from New York, New York, he is the current Wrestling Championship Federation World Heavyweight Champion....JONNY FLY!
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with each of his opponents before finally sliding into the ring. Everyone moves back either into a corner or against the ropes to give the champion a bit of space as he holds the World Title up in the air.
Erin Robbins: And last, but certainly not least, the current WCF World Champion, Jonny Fly. I don't know what we can say about this guy that hasn't already been said. He's been with the WCF for a little over two years now, and all he's done since coming here is win. And then win some more.
Zach Davis: He's definitely been consistent since day one and some wonder just how much more he'd have accomplished if it hadn't been for a few minor hiccups along the way, including that stint behind bars that ended his 3rd run as World Champion.
Erin Robbins: Personally I don't think he would have lost the belt. I could easily see him still being in that 3rd run, having shattered the record for longest World Title reign by a whole damn lot.
Zach Davis: I suppose it's not that far fetched to imagine.
Fly finally lowers the World Title and takes a final long look at the gold faceplate before he hands it over to the referee. The referee then takes the time to walk around the ring and show each of the five challengers the title belt before walking over to the ropes and handing the belt off to a ringside official. The referee then does his quick sweep of all six men for any foreign objects and finally signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Erin Robbins: Oh man I've been waiting all week for this one!
All six men make their way out to the center of the ring, taking the time to stare each other in the eyes. The fan's roar has dropped to a hush whisper as the anticipation for this battle builds. Suddenly it's Cash acting first as he rushes Orbit and takes him to the mat with a football tackle. Cash with lefts and rights to the face of Orbit as he's trying to cover up.
Zach Davis: And Cash taking it to his former tag partner right off the bat!
Price turns to help Orbit but Logan spins him back around and catches him with a stiff shot to the jaw. Price and Logan now trading shots as they make their way all over the ring.
Erin Robbins: Oh man, who could ever forget this rivalry!
Fly is left to take on the big man Oblivion. Oblivion wants to tie up and Fly obliges, although he doesn't have much choice as all the action going on around him is blocking any chance of escape. They tie up and it's Oblivion with a knee to the gut before he tries to get Fly up for a suplex. Fly however is able to drop down out of it and now he's behind Oblivion. Fly with a dropkick to the back that sends the big man into the ropes. Now it's Fly charging Oblivion, trying to clothesline him over the top rope. But Oblivion sees it coming and he ducks down before lifting Fly up and over the top rope. Fly though lands on the apron and he's able to connect with a forearm to the face. Fly now trying to pull the three hundred pounder over the the top rope but Oblivion is fighting back.
Zach Davis: Can the champ pull the big man over the top rope?
Meanwhile, Cash still Orbit down on the mat and he's standing on his chest as he holds on to the ropes. The referee with a five count and Cash gets off, but not before jumping up in the air and coming back down on top of Orbit. Orbit forced to roll out of the ring to catch his breath but Waylon slides out right after him.
Zach Davis: This match has started off better than I thought it would. This is great!
Logan has Price backed into the corner and is going to town on him with lefts and right, with a kick to the legs peppered in here and there. The referee is already losing track of everything that's going on as he rushes over to start a five count but in reality that passed about two minutes ago. Logan finally steps back at four and then from out of nowhere catches Price with the Impact Style.
Erin Robbins: Impact Style! Is this it already?
Price stumbles out of the corner and drops to the mat where Logan quickly rolls him over before going for the pin attempt.
No! Jonny Fly, having finally dragged Oblivion over the top rope from the apron, quickly slid back into the ring and broke up the pin. Fly now stomping on Logan as Price tries to catch his breath after the nearfall. Outside of the ring Orbit has finally turned things around on Cash and has him up against the barricade. Orbit spitting on his hand and then he slaps Cash across the face with authority.
Zach Davis: Watch out Steve!
Apparently Scott Savage has decided to take advantage of the distracted referee to help his client. Savage spinning around Orbit and he goes to slap him. Orbit blocks him and hits Savage with a forearm to the face. Orbit now with a knee to the gut before he sends the doubled over Savage headfirst into the gut of Cash.
Erin Robbins: Oof! That's sure to knock the air out of anyone.
Orbit has little time to celebrate though as Oblivion grabs him from behind and sends him chest first into the side of the ring. Back inside Fly has Logan up on his feet and he sends him into the ropes. Fly with a clothesline attempt but Logan ducks it. Logan now behind Fly and he slaps on a sleeper hold.
Erin Robbins: Connector!
But Logan never even gets a chance to go for it as Price is there to catch him with an elbow to the side of the head. Fly gets released and Price grabs hold of Logan before throwing him over the top rope. Fly spins around and we have ourselves a staredown between Jonny Fly and Jayson Price.
Zach Davis: Oh snap! Are we going to see the rematch from XIII?
The crowd is up on their feet and quiet as ever as they wait to see what these two are going to do. Price nods at Fly and then races to hit the ropes before launching himself over the top rope to take out both Logan and Waylon Cash.
Erin Robbins: I guess not! Maybe we'll get to see it later on.
Fly looks and sees Oblivion stomping on a fallen Orbit and he too hits the ropes. Fly coming back and he dives through the ropes, driving Oblivion back into the barricade. The silence from the crowd is no more as they're going absolutely nuts.
Crowd: DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF!
All six men down on the outside of the ring, almost all of them in a pile as they try to get themselves untangled from one another. Finally it's Fly up to his feet first and he tries to help Orbit and Price up as well. Now Fly looking like he's trying to throw out orders when Price chooses to go after Logan instead. Price pulling Logan up to his feet and he whips into the steel steps at the other end of the ring. Logan crashes into them and then flips over them onto his back. Price in pursuit as Orbit decides to go after Cash, clotheslining him over the barricade as he tries to pull himself back up. Scott Savage now grabbing Orbit by the legs and trying to get up but Orbit drops him with a stiff punch to the face.
Erin Robbins: You could see there Fly was trying to rally his Pantheon mates to work with him but they obviously have their own agendas in this match.
Orbit now dropping down and attacking Savage as Oblivion is pulling himself up on the apron. Fly catches him with a kick to the ribs and then follows it up with a European uppercut. Fly now trying to whip Oblivion into the barricade but the monster reverses it and sends Fly face first into the ring post.
Zach Davis: Holy crap! Did you hear Fly's skull connect with that post?
Down goes Fly as the action switches to near the announce table as Price is pulling Logan up to his feet. Price with a slap across the face and then he smashes Logan face first into the announce table. Logan sprawled out over the table as Price is yelling for the announce team to get the hell out of the way.
Zach Davis: We may want to listen to the man, Erin!
Price pulling Logan off the table and he's setting him up for a powerbomb. But Logan with the counter and he lifts Price up and over with the back body drop, depositing Price on the floor. Logan leaning against the announce table for a second as we go back to other action. Steve Orbit has Scott Savage up on his feet and he spots Waylon Cash recovering in the crowd. Orbit motions for the crowd to part and then he sends Savage over the barricade.
Erin Robbins: Look out!
Cash jumps out of the way to avoid being hit and then he checks on Savage. Orbit looks like he's going to hop the barricade when he sees Oblivion rolling Fly into the ring. Oblivion now trying to slide into the ring when Orbit grabs him by the leg and pulls him back out. Orbit now with a vicious backhand slap.
Erin Robbins: Pimp Slap!
Oblivion left holding his face and Orbit decides to go for the Crane Kick. Yes, that kick. Orbit with the pose and he snaps off the kick..BUT OBLIVION CATCHES THE LEG! Orbit left hopping up and down on one leg and Oblivion makes him eat a nasty clothesline. Back to Logan and he's had enough of a rest as he's now yanking monitors out of the announce table and tossing everything else out of the way.
Zach Davis: My fruit roll-up!
Logan now with a few punches to the head as Price is trying to get back up to his feet. Price still up though and Logan pulls him in for a suplex. Logan tries to snap one off when Price blocks it. Price now shaking his head no and he catches Logan with a European uppercut. Logan stumbles back against the table and Price clotheslines him up on top of it. Price now climbing up on top of the table as officials are waving for him to get off. Price not listening to anyone as he pulls Logan up to his feet and then drops him with the cutter.
Erin Robbins: The Downfall!
But the table doesn't give. Logan ends up sprawled across the table and Price ends up rolling off onto the ground holding his back.
Zach Davis: My god that had to hurt Price as much as it hurt Logan.
Erin Robbins: I don't know Zach, at least Price isn't out cold.
Back over to Oblivion as he's pulling Orbit back up to his feet. Orbit appears to be seeing double after that clothesline as Oblivion picks him up to roll him into the ring. Suddenly from behind it's Waylon Cash leaping off of the barricade with an axe handle to the back of the head. Orbit gets dropped onto the apron and Oblivion is taken to match as Cash is finally back into this match. Cash now like a rabid dog as he lays into the back of Oblivion's head with punch after punch. Now Cash looks like he's trying to choke out Oblivion as he sits on his back and wraps his hands around his throat.
Zach Davis: My god, Cash has absolutely snapped. And there's nobody around to stop him!
In the ring both Fly and Orbit are still on the mat but they're slowly coming around to getting up to their feet. Finally both are up but neither seems to know where they are or what's going on as they have their backs turned to each other. They end up bumping into each other and Orbit spins around and connects with a Pimp Slap to the face of Fly.
Erin Robbins: OH! OH SNAP!
You can hear crickets in the arena as Fly's hand shoots up to his cheek. Orbit appears to be trying to explain the situation when Fly retaliates with a slap of his own to Orbit.
Zach Davis: Uh oh.
Orbit now holding his cheek as he nods his head at Fly.
Erin Robbins: Something tells me it's on.
It does indeed appear to be on when Waylon Cash slides into the ring and hits a chop block on Orbit from behind. Cash now stomping on the knee of Orbit when Fly tackles him to the mat. Fly and Cash now trading shots as they roll around on the mat, meanwhile Orbit is trying to shake the pain out of his knee while he's down. Oblivion is pulling himself up with the apron outside of the ring while Price is up by the announce table. The only person not moving right now is Logan who still appears to be out cold on the announce table.
Zach Davis: Why isn't anyone out here checking on Logan? We haven't heard him say anything or do anything for a while now!
Cash finally getting the better of Fly as he catches him in the face with a forearm and then pushes him up to his feet. Orbit up but he's hobbling just a bit on his sore knee. Orbit looking like he's about to go after Cash when Oblivion from out of nowhere runs him over like a Mack truck with a spear. Cash spins around after hearing the impact and Oblivion kicks him in the gut before lifting him up in a fireman's carry. With a roar, Oblivion spins him out and drops him with a cutter.
Erin Robbins: 5150!
Oblivion starts to go for the pin when he sees Orbit coming after him. Oblivion goes after the bad leg, taking Orbit to the mat with a single leg takedown. Orbit now down on the mat holding his knee as Oblivion looks to be trying to go for a figure four leglock.
Zach Davis: This could end it! Steve's in a ton of pain already.
Orbit trying to fight back but Oblivion stomps down on the bad knee before locking in the hold. The referee drops down to check on Orbit who's trying his best to stay in this. Oblivion screaming for Orbit to tap and he misses Fly rolling out onto the apron. Fly now pulling himself up with the ropes and it looks like he's going up top.
Erin Robbins: What the hell is Fly doing?
Fly all the way up on the top rope and he leaps off with The Fly Swatter. Fly with the flying headbutt to Oblivion and the figure four ends up being broken. Orbit rolls off clutching his knee as Oblivion is left holding his ribs. Fly now crawling to Oblivion to go for the pin.
Zach Davis: Can he do it? Can Fly retain?
Fly throws an arm over top of Oblivion's chest and the referee moves in for the count.
Erin Robbins: Price!
Jayson Price grabbed hold of the referee's foot from outside of the ring and pulled him away, breaking the count. Price now sliding into the ring as Fly looks up at him pissed.
Zach Davis: Fly was so close to retaining. He had Oblivion down for the three only to have the count broken by Price.
Fly now getting up to his feet and we once again have a staredown between these two. Fly trying to talk Price into letting him win this but Price is shaking his head no. More words exchanged and suddenly it's Price with a right hand to Fly's face. The crowd goes nuts as Price grabs hold of the World Champion and throws him over the top rope. Price immediately dropping down on top of Oblivion for the pin and never sees Fly land on the apron. The referee goes for the count.
Jonny Fly dives on top of Price and breaks up the pin. Price back up to his feet and there's no staredown this time as Price and Fly lock up. The crowd on their feet as the two try to gain control of the other. Orbit is up and against the ropes when he sees the two going at it. And then he sees Cash down on the mat. Orbit with the pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: Cash got the shoulder up!
Orbit rolls off of Cash and looks up at the ceiling exhausted as the crowd no longer seems to know who they're rooting for. Theirs chants for all six of these guys coming from all over the place as the referee rushes to get out of the way as Fly shoots Price into the ropes. Price hits them, comes back and runs right into a spear. Price is left doubled over on the mat as Fly rolls off of him. Fly now trying to get back up to his feet when Oblivion hits him with a spear of his own. Oblivion catches his breath for just a second and then gets back up, pulling Jonny up with him. Oblivion shooting Fly into the ropes and then he takes him down with the Black Hole. Oblivion tries for the pin.
Steve Orbit manages to dive on top of Oblivion and break up the pin. Outside of the ring Logan has finally awoken on the announce table and manages to roll off onto the floor. Orbit back up to his feet and he's pulling Oblivion up. Orbit now with the Pimp Slap but it seems to piss Oblivion off more than hurt him. Oblivion with a kick to the knee and Orbit drops to one leg. Oblivion grabs him by the head and it looks like he's going for a DDT when Cash hits him with a chop block to the leg. Now it's Oblivion dropping down on one knee and Cash drops both Oblivion and Orbit with a double DDT.
Zach Davis: What a move! Cash might have just won himself the World Title!
Cash now hooking the leg of Oblivion for the pin attempt.
Oblivion gets the shoulder up before three and Cash looks shocked. Cash now rolling over on top of Orbit for the pin attempt.
Orbit gets the shoulder up! Cash now enraged as he gets to his feet and gets in the face of the referee. Fly is the first one back up to his feet behind Cash and he sees him going off at the referee. Fly spinning Cash around and he hits him with a European uppercut. Cash stumbles back across the ropes and Fly clotheslines him out to the ground. Logan is up to his knees and pulling himself up with the aid of the apron. Price now up and he catches Fly off guard from behind with the roll up.
Fly kicks out at two and a half as both men stumble to get back up to their feet first, but Oblivion beats them to it. Oblivion grabs Fly by the throat and then does the same to Price.
Erin Robbins: He's going for a double chokeslam!
But Fly and Price are having none of it as they both kick him in the gut and then take him down with a suplex. Oblivion hits the mat and clutches his back as both Price and Fly both get to their feet. They look at each and then go to lock up when Price shoves Fly off of him. Fly looking at Price trying to figure out what he's doing when Price points behind. Fly spins around and Logan connects with the Impact Style.
Zach Davis: I nearly forgot Logan was even in the match still!
Logan falls to his knees and tries to go for the pin when Price yanks him back up to his feet and then drops him with The Downfall!
Erin Robbins: Price is going to win it!
Price quickly drops down on top of Logan for the pin.
Zach Davis: ORBIT!
Steve Orbit managed to grab Price by the foot and yank him off of Logan at the last possible second. Orbit still hobbling a bit as Price gets back up to his feet. Orbit with the Pimp Slap and Price near does a three hundred and sixty degree spin. Orbit now grabbing Price and he spins him around. Orbit with the rear waist lock and he puts him in the half-nelson.
Erin Robbins: He's going for the Honey Dip!
HE HITS IT! HE PINS PRICE!
Zach Davis: WE'VE GOT A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
NO! NO! PRICE KICKED OUT!
Erin Robbins: WHAT!?
Zach Davis: JAYSON PRICE KICKED OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!
Orbit slaps the mat, frustrated, not sure what he has to do to win this match. He gets up and turns... face to face with Jonny Fly.
Erin Robbins: Face to face with the Champ.
Without even flinching for a second, Orbit Pimp Slaps the taste right out of Jonny Fly's mouth!, sending him reeling.
Zach Davis: Orbit just caught Fly unaware! Fly never saw it coming!
Fly spins around and this allows Orbit to clutch him from behind...
Erin Robbins: ANOTHER HONEY DIP! ORBIT HITS THE HONEY DIP ON JONNY FLY!
The fans are on their feet as Orbit, using up the last little bit of energy he has, climbs to the top rope.
Zach Davis: I don't believe it. Here he goes...
Erin Robbins: OAKLAND SPLASH!
Orbit lands on top of Fly!, connecting with the move perfectly! He turns over and pins the Champ, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Orbit's music hits and he simply rolls off of Fly, laying on his back and breathing heavy.
Erin Robbins: Tonight, at Timebomb... Steve Orbit has won the WCF World Heavyweight Championship for the second time in his career. Simply unbelievable.
Zach Davis: He beat not only Jonny Fly, but all the other active former Champions on our roster, Erin.
Slowly but surely, Orbit works his way up. The other competitors simply lay wherever they are, exhausted from the contest. Orbit is handed the World Title.
Kyle Steel: Your NEW World Champion.... STEEEEEEVEE ORRRRRRRRRRRBITTTTTT!
The fans cheer as Orbit thrusts the Title high in the air to a huge ovation!
Erin Robbins: What does this mean for the future of WCF, Zach? Jonny Fly has been dethroned!
Zach Davis: I have no idea, Erin. No idea at all.
We’re backstage after Timebomb. Jonny Fly is walking alone down one of the hallways of the American Airlines Arena. He’s still in his ring gear, so it can’t be too long after his match. A match that saw a new WCF World Champion crowned.
As Fly limps along he can be seen fishing through the pockets of his wind pants. Eventually he produces three quarters. Yes, Jonny Fly competes carrying change. Why not? He’s Jonny Frigging Fly. He probably goes to the ring with his smart phone and some prophylactics just in case. Fly walks past the camera so now we’re just looking at his back as he approaches a vending machines standing in an alcove off of the main corridor. Flyophiles everywhere know what the former champ is after: that spicy, spuddy solace only hot fries can bring.
Jonny Fly: The hell?!
Jonny glares at the offending machine as if it called him a rude name. But it’s worse. Much worse. For looking through the junk food dispenser’s plexi-glass window, while we can see it is well stocked, one key row is empty.
No hot fries for Jonny Fly.
Jonny Fly: Unacceptable. Someone’s getting fired over this.
Fly looks over the exterior of the machine until he finds the sticker that has the vendor’s name and contact number. He pats at his legs, probably in search of that phone we were hypothesizing about earlier. Or maybe it’s only a pen. Either way he wants to document that information. After some fruitless searching, he finally looks down to make a more thorough inspection allowing him to spot the next piece of evidence that proves this is not his day.
He reaches downward and picks it up: the wadded up remnants of a hot fries bag.
Jonny Fly: Licked clean. Damn.
Jonny shakes his head. He looks to the camera, as if he is finally ready to address the viewers, but something out of the shot catches his eye. When the cameraman pans left, we see what Fly sees: a perfectly straight and evenly spaced line of balled up hot fries packages.
With a shrug the Pantheon mainstay follows the trail. It takes him down a smaller side hallway and to a stairwell.
Jonny Fly: How many bags of hot fries were in that machine anyway?
Good question, Jonny. Enough to leave a path down three flights of stairs to a small landing. There’s another door there, likely leading to outside of the building.
Leaning against the door is a man.
The stranger is impossible to identify, since the area is only being illuminated by emergency lighting, and his facial features are concealed by a red scarf worn high around his neck and a green checkered flat cap with its brim tucked down over his eyes. He’s a big dude though, taller and thicker than Fly.
Jonny Fly: You wanted to see me?
Jonny asks from the stairs above. There’s a chuckle.
Man: Oi do indeed.
Reaching into the pocket of his black great coat, the man produces a package of hot fries. Jonny’s eyes narrow.
Man: This 'asn't been your night 'as it, Jonny? Foist, ya lose your precious WCF world championship, and na, sum bloke's gone and boosted aw of your meal of choice.
Jonny Fly: You’re going to have to stop doing whatever accent that is you’re trying to do. I can’t understand you.
The stranger doesn’t answer. He simply pours the contents of the bag onto the concrete floor.
Jonny Fly: That better not have been the last of the hot fries, pal.
Again, no reply. The big man lifts up his big shoe and dramatically stomps it down on the pile of potato and corn based snack food until it’s nothing more than orange dust. Jonny nods.
Jonny Fly: Alright. The hard way then.
He begins to make his way down the stairs towards the future Flyjobber, who finally starts speaking again.
Man: Ya 'ave nah idea 'a much worse its garn ter get for ya, Jonny. This was just the beginnin'. The era of Fly dies... by me own hand!
Jonny’s on the landing now. He keeps walking towards the hot fries thief, his expression an even mix of resentment and bemusement. The stranger sets his shoulders as if he’s going to square off with Fly, but instead mule kicks the door behind him open and, with a surprisingly nimble pivot of his bulky frame, he slips through the opening just before it closes. Jonny rushes forward to pursue him, but finds the door locked. He rams his shoulder against it, but can’t get it to budge. The scene ends with a perplexed Fly, hands on hips, staring at the powdered hot fries that now cover his shoes.