Heart Shaped Box covered by Father John Misty plays and Timebomb is on the air!
Gravedigger: What's with this theme song?
Zach Davis: Uh, we just passed Valentine's Day I guess? Welcome to TIMEBOMB!
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
Freddy Whoa: Guess we're starting the night off with our Television Champion!
Flash circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust.
Joey Flash: Welcome to Timebomb ladies and gentlemen!
Joey Flash: Here tonight we have an amazing card...
The crowd cheers reluctantly.
Joey Flash: ...nah sorry mothafuckas ya'll wasted ya fuckin money ya faggots!
Joey Flash: Ay real talk I'm gonna do my best for you folks, no longer will this be called Timebomb, the PPV is from henceforth known as 'Joey Flash presents: Timebomb'. Please change the graphics for the remainder of the show you spazzes in the truck. Thanks.
Joey Flash: So lemme give you a rundown of what's gonna happen tonight so you don't have to watch the rest of the trash on this card. You will be treated to a wrestling clinic by yours truly in the opening match, so please be quiet while I perform, give light claps when I do something impressive and generally respect my dominance. Thank you, be more Japanese ya daft cunts.
Joey Flash: However I think I'll be kind to you paying fans, don't say I don't treat you. I will be an ever present throughout the show, on that Where's Waldo tip, so please don't miss it. Time's ticking ya Trilogy faggots. Let the games begin.
Joey drops the mic and sits in the corner waiting for his opponents.
Trilogy Cup Wildcard Elimination Battle Royal
Zach Davis: Time for our first match of the evening - the Trilogy Cup Wildcard Elimination Battle Royal!
Freddy Whoa: Seth made this match to punish Joey Flash. Flash is in the ring with several of the men he has beaten recently.. several men that he's talked shit upon. Several men that want to tear him apart. That said, you've got to question Seth's wisdom a little bit - if Flash wins, he could conceivably enter the Trilogy Cup Tournament!
Gravedigger: No way. Flash is gonna get his tonight. But yes, the stakes in this match are high.
Eye of the Tiger by Survivor plays and Kenneth Raidon heads to the ring!
The words "Dampshaw" come on the screen in flashy, Victorian style lettering. Dampshaw III walks down, arrogantly waving his hand not unlike the Queen.
And did those feet in ancient time
Dampshaw looks around at the crowd while walking, giving the people looks of disgust as he truly believes that he is above them.
Bring me my Bow of burning gold
Reginald slowly enters the ring and lifts his arms up in the air, looking around the arena at all the fans, a look of pure contempt and dislike on his features. Gold smoke and gold sparks come tumbling down onto him as the fans boo the hated wrestler. Reginald is uncaring in this reaction, immersed in his own self love.
Rostro comes out to a classical Spanish beat on the guitar as he high fives the crowd and entertains them with a flip between the bottom and middle rope followed by a pose in the ring.
breakdown by biohazard plays and biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash
"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. Black boots and has his wrists taped. 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.
Ultimate Destroyer runs down comes down to air raid/police sirens jumping up the ring bounces around.
The arena goes pitch black.
Voice: Time to go to school.
Smoke fills the entrance and white lights filter threw as "Don't you" by Simple Minds starts playing. Out walks Adam Young in a black"Villain" t-shirt with white letters on it. He stands there for a moment and then starts towards the ring with boos ringing threw the arena. Adam looks around the arena with a evil smirk on his face and a icey stare in his eyes. A huge burst of pyro goes off back at the entrance as Adam circles the ring. Adam climbs into the ring and throws his tee into the crowd. Black and purple streamers fly into the ring from the crowd.
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises his fists in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he hands The Confederate Championship to Mary.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
The bell sounds. Immediately, everyone runs towards Joey Flash. Flash ducks away from a Clothesline from Ultimate Destroyer. He's grappled by Adam Young, but he switches behind him and escapes. Ducks another Clothesline from Doc Henry this time.
Freddy Whoa: The crowd wants to see SOMEONE get their hands on Joey Flash but he's evading everyone!
Flash sidesteps a Spear from Kenneth Raidon. Raidon keeps running and Spears Sin Rostro Jr. right out of the ring!
Gravedigger: First elimination!
Some of the men have given up trying to get the elusive Flash and have focused on eliminating each other. Biohazard and Walker are in the corner, simply trying not to be attacked. Young is brawling with Doc Henry. Dampshaw III runs at Raidon and hits him with a Bulldog from behind!
Zach Davis: The heat is off Flash!... for now.
Freddy Whoa: You spoke to soon, Zach. Here comes the Destroyer!
The Ultimate Destroyer runs at Flash, but Flash drops down and holds the top rope. Destroyer flies out of the ring!
Gravedigger: Second elimination!
Zach Davis: It's important to mention that there is importance to the order in which you're eliminated. If, for example, Doc Henry won and Joey Flash got second place... And then for some reason Doc Henry got injured.. Joey Flash would be next in line to take the spot. So even if you don't win, you want to last as long as possible.
Speaking of Doc Henry, he's just dropped Young with a Gutwrench Suplex. He turns his attention to BioWalker, who are still chilling in the corner. He runs at them and Clotheslines them both, squashing them against each other. They stumble out of the corner and Walker falls, face up. Biohazard is so disoriented he falls on top of him, mouth-to-genitals position. The crowd pops.
Freddy Whoa: Doc the Cock knows a thing or two about what Biohazard and Tyler Walker are doing there! But with chicks.
Gravedigger: This is disgusting. What are we, the Spice channel?
Zach Davis: Does that even still exist?
Henry picks Biohazard up and hits him with a few stiff shots to the head before throwing him to the ropes. As Biohazard comes back Doc hits a Spinning Heel Kick, doubling him over before DDTing him. Tyler Walker is up and he gets a German Suplex from Doc for his troubles!
Freddy Whoa: Doc is on fire!
Biohazard is back up and Doc thumbs him in the eye. Biohazard stumbles out of the ring, falling over the top. Tyler Walker, panicking, jumps out over the top rope after him.
Gravedigger: Two more eliminations! Tyler Walker, what a dummy.
Zach Davis: He's just loyal to his tag team partner! They were either going to win together or not at all.
Tyler Walker is upset after realizing he eliminated himself but Biohazard pats him on the butt for a job well done tonight. Like football players do, nothing weird. They head to the back. Meanwhile, Henry turns back to the ring and gets a huge European Uppercut from Reginald Dampshaw III!
Freddy Whoa: You've got to assume a man like Dampshaw hates a man like Doc Henry.
Dampshaw follows up with a vicious Snap Suplex. He then turns to Raidon and takes a wild swing, which Raidon ducks before dropping him with a Reverse DDT!
Gravedigger: By the way, we're now down to Kenneth Raidon, Reginald Dampshaw III, Adam Young, Doc Henry, and the Television Champ himself, Joey Flash.
Adam Young runs at Raidon and hits him with a Lariat. The crowd cheers the hometown hero as Raidon goes down.
Zach Davis: Adam Young getting cheers... only in Texas!
Young hits another Lariat to Doc Henry, taking him out of the ring!
Gravedigger: Adam Young just eliminated the Confederate Champion!
Young takes Reginald Dampshaw III down with a Lariat next. The crowd gets on their feet as Young grabs his legs.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go....
Crowd: ADAM YOUNG! ADAM YOUNG! ADAM YOUNG!
Zach Davis: ADAM YOUNG HAS THE TEXAS CLOVERLEAF APPLIED! You can't win with a submission but you sure can make sure that Dampshaw is incapacitated!
The crowd roars... until Joey Flash grabs Young and throws him over the top!
Gravedigger: These inbred hicks are going to riot! If they're not too busy making out with their cousins and drinking a cool glass of turnip juice!
The crowd boos Joey Flash like crazy for eliminating Adam Young, which is of course nothing new for Flash. They pop, however, as Flash turns and is thrown over the top by The Duke!
Freddy Whoa: KENNETH RAIDON JUST ELIMINATED THE TELEVISION CHAMP!
NO!, Flash lands on the apron much to the crowd's dismay. Flash quickly Springboards into the ring and hits a kick to Raidon as he does.
Zach Davis: We're down to three! Raidon, Flash, and Dampshaw!
Gravedigger: One of these men will not only be the Television Champion, but have the opportunity to possibly enter the Trilogy Cup Tournament!
Flash begins stomping away at Kenneth Raidon. Reginald Dampshaw soon joins him. The crowd boos as the two lay the kicks to The Duke.
Freddy Whoa: Kenneth Raidon hasn't been in WCF for long but he's gotten the support of the fans!
Dampshaw picks Raidon up, but Raidon elbows him several times.. only to get a forearm to his back from Flash. Raidon shrugs it off and hits Flash with a high knee. Flash stumbles away, and Raidon turns back to Dampshaw - only for Dampshaw to fly off the top rope and hit him with a Diving Dropkick! Raidon flies out of the ring!
Zach Davis: THERE GOES RAIDON!
Dampshaw turns and BOOM!, Flash dumps him out of the ring next!
Gravedigger: JOEY FLASH WINS IT!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Flash eliminated Dampshaw out of nowhere!
Flash is given his Television Title which he clutches close to him. Outside the ring, Dampshaw looks up angrily.
Zach Davis: Who is going to advance in the Trilogy Cup tournament proper? We'll find out later tonight.
Gravedigger: And once again we've got to ask ourselves.. who can stop Joey Flash?
We quickly cuts as we switch from a shot of the crowd to the backstage area. A door with a gold star reading "Seth Lerch" is seen with a man in a suit standing guard in front of it. The crowd pops as Jayson Price steps into the scene, an obviously fake smile on his face.
Jayson Price: Say buddy, any chance that the boss is in there? Kinda have a few things we need to talk about, you know, man to man.
The guard looks Price up and down and then shakes his head no.
Security Guard: He's out.
Jayson Price: Out? What do you mean out?
Security Guard: He's just out.
Jayson Price: Well can I wait inside for him? We really do-
The guard holds his hand up in Price's face, cutting him off. The crowd let's out an "Ooo" as the fake smile leaves Price's face.
Security Guard: I'll tell him you stopped by to talk.
Price continues to stare at the guard, face blank. Suddenly his face lights up as he lets out a laugh.
Jayson Price: Well hey, thanks for looking out my man.
Price reaches out and pats the guard on the shoulder before turning to walk away.
Jayson Price: Oh before I forget, I-
Price turns back around, firing off a right hand at the jaw of the guard. He drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes as Price snickers.
Jayson Price: God damn cheap ass Lerch.
Price looks around and spots a stagehand roaming the hall. He waves him over.
Jayson Price: Hey, kid, you wanna make $100?
Stagehand: $100? Look I've already told Mr. Lerch that I like girls, so if-
Jayson Price: Do I look like Seth? No, all you have to do is drag this guy over to that closet, put on his suit and then stand in front of this door here. If you see Seth, stall him. I don't care what you have to tell him, just stall him until I give you the signal. Got it?
Stagehand: Got it.
Price pulls open the door and ducks inside as the stagehand grabs hold of the guard's legs and pulls him toward the nearby janitor's closet. The door shuts and the hallways empty for a few minutes as we can hear crashing sounds from inside Lerch's office. The closet door then opens and out comes the stagehand, now dressed in the guard's suit that's at least two sizes too big for him. He takes his place in front of the door to Lerch's office as the crashing sounds continue.
Stagehand: I'm in place!
Jayson Price: I didn't tell you to talk!
Stagehand: I'm sorry, I-
The door is pushed open enough for us to see that Price has thoroughly wrecked Seth's office already. He sticks his head out and looks around.
Jayson Price: Seriously, are you still talking? Just stand there and keep your yapper shut until Seth shows up.
The stagehand makes a zipper motion across his lips and Price shakes his head before shutting the door. The smashing sounds resume as the camera picks up sight of Seth rounding the corner and heading down the hall.
Seth Lerch: What the hell? Where's my usual guy?
Stagehand: Uh...taking a piss?
Seth Lerch: Well who the hell are you? And why is your suit hanging off you like that?
Stagehand: Well I had to get it at Goodwill, you know, with the budget cuts you made.
Seth Lerch: Well it's not my fault you're poor! Now get out of my way, I've got a show to run.
Seth goes to reach for the doorknob but the stagehand steps in front of him.
Stagehand: Uh, you're going to have to wait.
Seth Lerch: Wait? Why the hell should I wait to go into my office?
Stagehand: Because...there's a gorilla in there?
Seth Lerch: A gorilla? Are you high? What the hell is going on here?
Stagehand: Did I say a gorilla? I'm sorry, I meant to say a girl. A hooker! Yeah, a hooker.
Seth Lerch: A hooker in my office? What the hell is a hooker doing in my office?
Stagehand: I..uh, well, don't know.
Seth Lerch: Well I'll tell you something, that way you can know something. You have exactly three seconds to get out of my sight before I fire you. One-
The stagehand turns and hightails it down the hallway as Seth watches him disappear.
Seth Lerch: What a moron.
Seth turns back to his office door and reaches for the doorknob. He shoves the door open and starts to take a step inside when he suddenly stops. The cameraman moves behind him to get a look. Price is squatted over Seth's desk, nude from the waist down and in the process of dropping a deuce. Seth lets out a horrified gasp as Price waves at him, a grin on his face.
Jayson Price: Heya Seth! Give me just a minute to finish up and then we can talk.
Price reaches beside him on the desk and picks up a picture of Seth and Torture from a broken picture frame. He shakes off the glass and proceeds to wipe himself with the photo before throwing it against the nearby wall.
Seth Lerch: What in the hell do you think you're doing?
Price hops down off the desk and pulls his pants back up.
Seth Lerch: Did you...did you just take a crap on my desk?
Jayson Price: Why yes I did.
Seth Lerch: What...why?
Jayson Price: Really? You've screwed me over my last two matches, cost me a title and brought Rage back into WCF, and you're asking me why I'm taking a shit on your desk?
Seth Lerch: Are you insane!? Do you have any idea how much that desk cost me?
Jayson Price: I really don't think that should be your biggest worry right about now.
Price takes a step around the desk toward Seth. Seth takes a step backward.
Seth Lerch: Price you really need to rethink what you're about to do. This is my company and I won't hesitate to fire you if you-
Price takes another step closer to Seth.
Jayson Price: If I what, Seth?
Seth starts to speak up again but Price takes another step and grabs Seth by his tie.
Jayson Price: Consider this me being friendly. If I see you at ringside during another one of my matches, if I even catch wind of you talking about trying to screw me over again, I'll rip your head off of your neck and take my next dump down your throat. Comprende?
Seth nods frantically as Price continues to pull up on Seth's tie, choking him with it. Price finally lets go and shoves Seth to the side as he leaves the office. Seth slumps down onto his debris covered floor as Price disappears from view. Moments later Seth's guard appears in the doorway wearing only his boxers.
Seth Lerch: Where the hell have you been?!
Guard: I got jumped! And then somebody stole my suit.
Seth Lerch: Well look what happened!
Guard: Boss, I-
From out of nowhere Price appears behind the guard. Price spins him around and connects with a Price Check that sends the guard spinning around and tumbling forward. The guard lands face first onto the desk as Seth looks on with disgust.
Jayson Price: Oh come on, that's just funny.
We quickly cut back to the announce table as everyone tries to comprehend what we've just seen.
Zach Davis: And, uh, that was certainly an interesting way to start Timebomb. Maybe we should go to commercial?
Gravedigger: How the hell does that man still have a job?
Timebomb goes to commercial.
Freddy Whoa: All right; it's time for some triple threat, new blood action!
Gravedigger: Oh, is it time for a nap already?
Zach Davis: Kyle Steel is apparently enjoying a hot dog break, wonder what that's all about?
Freddy Whoa: I'm guessing he doesn't have any info on Gemini Battle, Mr. Amazing, or Thomas Uriel Bates.
"Midnight Rider" by the Allman Brothers Band blares over the PA system as the titron begins showing clips of Bates working at his father's training center, with a focus on his in ring training. Thomas Uriel Bates walks through the curtains and walks towards the ring with a focused look. As he reaches the ring, he walks up the steps and climbs over the top rope, entering the ring. Bates walks around the ring before turning his attention to the ramp. He stretches out his arms and roars, waiting for his opponents.
Gravedigger: Jesus, look at this guy! He's gotta be, what, six eight? Six nine? He's built like a brick shithouse, too.
Zach Davis: From my notes, he is indeed the biggest man in this match. Standing six foot nine, and weighing a whopping four hundred thirty pounds, Thomas Bates has a definite size and power advantage over his opponents tonight.
Freddy Whoa: I think he's got a size and power advantage most nights.
"Symphony No. 9" by Dvořák begins playing, and Mr. Amazing comes out. When approaching the ring Amazing usually has his hands up in the air showing off.
Zach Davis: I'm not sure what exactly he's supposed to be showing off here.
Freddy Whoa: Dude sure can, uh, raise his hands. Not exactly the most amazing thing I've seen tonight, though.
Gravedigger: I like these quick entrances. Lets you know who's not going to last the night.
Zach Davis: Is that a prediction there, 'Digger?
Gravedigger: No prediction; everything about this guy screams jobberkill.
"Falling Higher" by Helloween plays through the Arena as it goes black with only a spotlight shining at the entrance curtain. A Duo of tattooed men burst through and take a look around. When they think the coast is clear they open the curtain and Vanessa Williams, a beautiful and tall black woman wearing a skin tight red dress, walks through. She motions towards the entrance and Gemini Battle walks through to a series of boos from the crowd. He looks straight forward at the ring, ignoring the jeers of the fans as Vanessa slaps away the hands that reach out towards him. She plants a huge kiss on the lips of Gemini before he slithers under the bottom rope and slides backwards towards the corner of the ring. He uses the ropes to get to his feet and removes his overcoat and hands it to Vanessa on the outside of the ring as he waits for the match to begin.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Zach Davis: Some interesting, uh, war paint on Gemini Battle.
Freddy Whoa: I like the suit. You don't see a whole lot of guys wearing purple these days; it's hard to pull it off.
Gravedigger: I wonder how he got those scars on his face; they look like they could tell some interesting stories.
The final ring of the bell is still hanging in the air as Amazing rushes toward Battle, firing off a series of forearm smashes that drives Gemini back into the ropes. Amazing tries for an Irish whip, but Battle regains his wits and reverses the momentum; flinging Mr. Amazing into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. As Amazing rebounds with a full head of steam, Gemini drops down, forcing Amazing to leap over him. Bates barrels in from the side, and takes Amazing out of the air with a Bates Boot. Amazing twists violently off course and lands in a heap; his momentum causing him to slide right out of the ring, and drop limply to the floor.
Gravedigger: And Mr. Amazing is dead! Called it! Can we get a clean up on aisle three?
Zach Davis: I don't think he's actually dead, but he's definitely not moving as far as I can tell from here. He may need medical attention.
Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle's not shedding any tears over him, he's still got a match to wrestle.
As Amazing was hitting the mat, Gemini was rising to a low crouch, and had nailed a dropkick to the knee of Bates before the bigger man had even started to turn back in his direction. Battle rolls away and climbs to his feet, then hits a second basement dropkick from a different angle. Thomas quickly shifts his footing and moves in as Gemini tries to roll away again, Bates narrowly missing with a thunderous stomp as Battle quickly adds an extra roll to avoid being crushed. Gemini hops quickly to his feet as Thomas closes in on him, Battle feints to his left then ducks right, and hits yet another dropkick to the knee of the bigger man. Expecting the attack, Bates takes the hit, then drops an elbow on Gemini before he can roll away again. Winded from the massive impact, Battle barely struggles as Thomas drags him up to his feet.
Gravedigger: He's got the little pipsqueak up for a powerbomb; I think he's gonna kill this one too. I like this Bates guy.
Zach Davis: No! Gemini Battle fighting back with a barrage of punches; raining fists down on Thomas Bates!
Freddy Whoa: And the big man goes down! Battle's not letting up, though!
Gemini continues to pummel Bates' skull, right up until the referee's count of four. Battle pulls back in a flash to shoot the ropes, and returns with yet another basement dropkick, this one aimed at the rising Thomas's head. Bates drops face down on the canvas, and Gemini goes right back on the attack, hammering the back of his head with forearm clubs. The ref gets right in Battle's face, backing him up as he chews him out, which allows Bates to push himself to his feet and shake his head clear. Gemini pushes past the referee and leaps at Thomas, intent on continuing his assault on the cranium, but Bates catches his arm, pivots, and hurls Battle into the ropes. Gemini comes back and drops right down, sliding under a Bates Boot that surely would have done the same to him as it had to Mr. Amazing, who was still motionless on the floor, save for the occasional twitch.
Zach Davis: Great instincts from Gemini Battle, avoiding contact there. That kick would have taken his head off!
Gravedigger: Yeah, sure would have been nice to see.
Freddy Whoa: And Battle's goin' right back to attacking that knee of Bates!
Zach Davis: A smart strategy, if you ask me.
Gravedigger: No one did.
Battle hits a chop block that brings Thomas down into a kneel, then Gemini tries to apply an abdominal stretch, but can't quite lock it in properly due to the size difference. Bates rallies his strength and forces himself back up to both feet, then heaves Battle over with a hip toss. Thomas attempts a leg drop as Gemini hits the mat, but the smaller man rolls out of range. Battle runs to the ropes again as Bates begins to rise, but the big Southerner explodes out of a three point stance and drops Gemini on his back with a running shoulder block. Thomas hits the ropes, and Battle flips over, forcing Bates to leapfrog him and continue to the other side of the ring. Gemini gets back to his feet and drills the damaged knee of Thomas with yet another low dropkick, this one hard enough to send the big man flipping head over heels to crash to the mat.
Zach Davis: Thomas Bates down again, and Gemini Battle going right back to assaulting the head.
Freddy Whoa: He's just stomping away on Tom's face! This is some ruthless aggression from Gemini Battle; the kind you need to get ahead in this business. And now he targets the knee with those stomps!
Gravedigger: Hey, check it out, Amazing's not dead!
Mr. Amazing pulls himself up to his feet using the apron, having finally regained consciousness, and rolls into the ring. Battle is too preoccupied stomping on Bates' battered knee to notice Amazing slowly dragging himself up to a vertical base in the corner behind him. Thomas kicks Gemini off, and pulls himself into the corner directly opposite Mr. Amazing; hobbling painfully up to one leg before Battle rolls to his feet and redoubles his efforts. Gemini charges right back to Bates, connecting with a flying forearm in the corner, then climbs up onto the second rope to grab a handful of Thomas's short hair and starts firing punches at the big man while the crowd counts along
Zach Davis: My God, the strength of Thomas Bates; he just threw Gemini Battle halfway across the ring!
Gravedigger: But in an impressive show of agility, Gemini rolls with it, and uses the momentum to smash Mr. Amazing in the opposite corner!
Freddy Whoa: Gemini now Irish whips Amazing out of the corner and WHOA! Another Bates Boot to the face of Mr. Amazing!
Gravedigger: Okay, NOW he's dead.
Bates staggers a bit as he lands on his wounded leg, and Battle hits him with dropkick that puts him even more off balance. Thomas hobbles in a small circle as he tries to catch himself, while Gemini hits the ropes and comes back looking for a running bulldog, but eats a back elbow that sends Battle stumbling back into the ropes. Gemini rebounds and comes back looking for more, leaping into the air with an attempt at a cross body block. Bates plucks him out of the air like it's nothing, and hoists him overhead with a military press. Thomas roars as he runs toward the ropes, and throws Battle clear into the third row.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Bates postures for the crowd for just a moment, flexing his powerful muscles, then turns his attention to Mr. Amazing. Thomas drags the unconscious man to the center of the ring, applies a full Nelson, then hauls him up to his feet. Bates then throws Amazing up into the air, and catches him around the throat on the way down, drilling Mr. Amazing into the canvas with a monstrous chokeslam. Thomas merely places a boot on the inert body of Amazing, while Gemini struggles to push his way back to the security railing.
Two... Battle clambers over the barricade and dives toward the ring.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Zach Davis: Frustration painted on the face of Gemini Battle, no pun intended. He was just a half second away from keeping the match going.
Freddy Whoa: Damn, this guy's strong. Did you see the way Gemini flew? And those kicks. Keep your eyes on this guy, he's gonna be big.
Gravedigger: He jobberkilled someone in his first match; he's got my vote!
Zach Davis: Getting word that the Hotdog Kings are arriving out front.
Freddy Whoa: Oh boy.
The jumbotron in the arena flashes to life showing a view of the front entrance. A hotdog shaped limo pulls up curbside.
Zach Davis: THE HOTDOG KINGS ARE HERE!
The limo driver steps out, walks over to the backdoor and opens it up. He rolls out a red carpet and out steps... The Great Catsy, wearing his tuxedo. On all fours, the cat prances to the end of the carpet and sits. The driver pulls a litterbox out of the trunk and places it in front of Catsy. The Great Catsy paws at the litter, steps inside. The driver unbuttons the back door on Catsy's slacks so he can squat and drop a shit. The Great Catsy kicks up some litter over the poo and waddles into the buildings front entrance.
Zach Davis: CATSY 3:16! OH MY GUAD! CATSY 3:16 SAYS I JUST SHAT IN YOUR LITTER BOX!
Marc Mayhem and Logan step out of the limo, walk over to the litter box and wave at their noses.
Logan: That stinks.
Marc Mayhem: Smells like Steeltoe Joe and Marco Valintine.
The Hotdog Kings carry off into the building.
Zach Davis: THE HOTDOG KINGS ARE HERE. BY GAWD. SLAM SMELLS LIKE SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: ...
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall...introducing first...from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 230 lbs...he is Mikey Extreme!!!
As "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to play throughout the arena, the lights dim low. Red lights begin to flash on the stage as Mikey eXtreme slowly walks through the curtain. Making as little eye contact with the crowd as possible and talking to himself/"Doc," he makes his way down the aisle and slides into the ring. He starts to run his hand through his hair, tugging and pulling every so often as he leans and bounces on the ropes.
Zach Davis: The winner of this match will be the new Number one Contender for the Television Title that was won earlier tonight by Joey Flash.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey Extreme has put great showing these last few weeks and he'll be looking to do the same tonight. But the man he's up against isn't no slouch either.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Denver Colorado and weighing in at 270 lbs...he is Grime!!!!
Sound of motorcycle engine starts up as the lights go out. From 'Down With the Sickness', "Do you feel that?" is heard as 'Down With the Sickness' begins to play. As the lights come on, Grime comes out with a black towel over his head and makes his way to the ring not paying any attention to the fans. He uses the steel steps the opposite side of the ramp to climb onto the apron and waits on the apron for his opponent to enter the ring. Stays there until the match is about to begin and takes his jacket off. When the bell ring he throws the towel towards the referee.
Freddy Whoa: Grime is coming into this with a dstinct size advantage ofver Extreme, but he's got to be aware of the speed he's facing.
Zach Davis: Speed, heart, and a total disregard for his own safety is what Mikey Extreme brings to the table tonight. And here's the bell.
DING DING DING
Extreme rushes in with several chops to the chest of the larger Grime, who steps back and returns fire with a looping right that staggers his opponent. He follows it up with several lefts and rights driving Mikey back to the ropes
Freddy Whoa: Trading blows with a dude that outweighs you by 50 pounds isn't a good way to start the match Zach.
Zach Davis: You're right Freddy, but Mikey Extreme knows no fear.
Grime sends Extreme across the ring with an irish whip, charging in to catch him with a clothesline on the return only to have Extreme baseball slide under the swinging arm and nail a standing dropkick on the large man's back staggering him. Extreme follows up with a chop block, driving his opponents legs out from under him and causing him to slam hard on the canvas
Zach Davis: And he goes for the quick cover!
Grime presses Extreme off of him, tossing him several feet away.
Freddy Whoa: You need to do more to put Grime away. Just too must size. You gotta wear him down.
Grime rolls to his feet, meeting a leaping Extreme with a punch to the gut, doubling the smaller man over nearly in half. Extreme sinks to his knees and Grime follows up with a clubbing shot to the back of his neck, knocking his opponent face down on the mat. He picks up the smaller man and irish whips him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a Running STO, driving him down again.
Zach Davis: Grime planting his opponent with an STO, using his size advantage here to wear down the smaller man.
Grime reaches down and pulls Extreme up, getting a thumb in the eye for his troubles. Seizing the advantage, Extreme kicks his opponent in the gut and executes a snap DDT on the bigger man. Rolling quickly to his feet Mikey scales the top rope as Grime staggers to his feet still dazed from the quick attack. Extreme leaps off head first, spearing Grime and knocking them both to the mat. He rolls over for a cover
Grime kicks out!
Zach Davis: Extreme with a two count. And look out, he's going up again!
Grime rolls to his feet in time to see Extreme launching off the top rope again, this time with a cross body dive.
Zach Davis: Mikey with a ...no! Grime caught him in midair!
Freddy Whoa: You know that saying about going to the well....well...
Grime smiles at the squirming Extreme and executes a fallaway slam, tossing his opponent over his head and bouncing him off the canvas. Grime takes a knee and looks at his opponent, who rolling over and clutching his back. Moving quickly for a big man, he grabs Mikey and tosses him into the near corner.
Freddy Whoa: He's setting him up for a beating in the corner.
Zach Davis: Getting ready to lay a beating....he calls this the wheels of pain Freddy.
Grime begins to work the body of a dazed Extreme, lefts and rights to the ribs and sternum, slowly working his way up. Extreme can only hold on and cover up as best as he can.
Freddy Whoa: Punches in Bunches is what he oughta call this, cuz thats what I'm seein
Grime finishes with a head snapping forearm to the chin and tosses his opponent out of the corner to the center of the ring. He stops to tell the fans what he really thinks of them, not realizing that Extreme has rolled to his feet and is bouncing off the far ropes and coming back.
Zach Davis: Taking his eyes off his opponent might have cost him here. Both men realizing whats going on, and Grime charges the rebounding Mikey Extreme!
Both men meet in the middle of the ring, and Extreme flashes a kick aiming for Grimes head.
Zach Davis: X Marks the spot! Hie's....wait! Grimes caught the leg!
Freddy Whoa: Had him well scouted! Look, he setting him up!
Grime spins the stunned Extreme around and lifts him up in a waistlock, releasing him before slamming him down face first on the mat
Zach Davis: Bad Wreck! He hit the Bad Wreck! And he rolls him over...
Grime rolls Extreme over and goes for the pin
The Arena Goes Dark, the entrance and stage area start to flicker with neon blue and white lights as "Cells" by the Sevant begins to slowly play through the PA system. Fog fills the entrance area and Steeltoe Joe comes walking methodically to the beat of the music out of the midst of the fog. The fans are going nuts as Joe pumps his muscles, takes of his sunglasses to look around the arena to the masses of fans cheering and chanting his name. He puts his sun glasses back on and starts to walk down the ramp. He makes his way to the ring steps and walks up them in a slow manner but then explodes through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle facing the camera. He raises his arms in his presumed victory, points to Heaven and jumps off the turnbuckle.
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: The following tag-team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Stockton, CA, weighing in at 272 pounds… STEELTOOOEE JOOOOOEEEE!!
Zach Davis: There he is! The Holy Flame!
Freddy Whoa: I loved his presence on Marco’s Love Pad.
Gravedigger: Listen to the ovation! The fans really like this guy.
The lights go out for a moment suddenly a load of Fireworks explode from the ramp as Rock you like a hurricane by The Scorpions blasts out of the speakers, the a spotlight shines on the stage and lasers shoot out bathing the arena wild with color and Marco leaps onto the stage as Michelle walks along by next to him, dancing in time with the music he strips out of his jacket and trousers with fireworks going off behind him.
Marcus: Introducing his partner, weighing in at 210 pounds and coming to us from Los Angeles California.... This is... The messiah of manliness, The doctor of definition, The sultan of sexual, The human temple of perfection, The emperor of epicness, The Senator of Sexiness, The Incarnation of Incredible, The ambassador of awesome, The titan of titillation, the embodiment of exceptional, the host with the most and The Quintessential Ladies Man. Marco Valintine.
Strutting down the ramp he claps the hands of the fans that are at ringside before leaping to the apron, after dancing a little more he leaps onto the top rope turning a 180 before moonsaulting into the ring landing on his feet as fireworks shoot out of the ring posts... He walks around the ring pointing at his fans as his music switches off he sits in the corner waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: Marco Valintine had a good performance last Slam but he got pinned by Occulo.
Freddy Whoa: I bet he will make sure that doesn’t happen again! He looks pretty confident.
Gravedigger: This guy is ridiculous. Who cares about love? This is a wrestling company! People want to see violence!!!
The Blue Dawns "I've Seen The Signs" strikes up on the speakers. The audience instantly approves of the Hotdog Kings, as Logan, and Marc Mayhem walk out onto the stage. The pair confidently heads down the ramp,sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring, and the music fades.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents… THE HOOOOTDOOOOG KINGS!!!!!
Zach Davis: I love those guys!
Freddy Whoa: They were close to win the main event last Slam.
Gravedigger: Let’s see if they win this time.
Steeltoe Joe and Logan start the match.
DING DING DING!
They start the lock-up and Joe hits a knee on Logan’s belly. He starts to punch one of the members of the Hotdog Kings and knocks him down. He gets Logan up… Clothesline! He tags with Marco Valintine, but holds Logan’s arms. Marco enters the ring and hits some Stiff Kicks on Logan! He gets down, Marco goes near him…
Zach Davis: Standing corkscrew moonsault!
Freddy Whoa: What a maneuver!
Gravedigger: Marco tags with Steeltoe Joe again.
Big Joe enters the ring and starts to stomp Logan. The crowd chants for The Hotdog Kings. Joe gets Logan up… Scoop Slam! Cover.
Logan kicks out. Joe starts a headlock. Logan tries to get out of it but he can’t as Joe pressure his head really hard. Half of Hotdog Kings slowly gets up… What an elbow on Joe! He breaks the headlock, Logan runs to the ropes… Spear by Steeltoe Joe! He tags with Marco again. Logan slowly gets up, Valintine goes to his back… Reverse Frankensteiner! Cover…
Logan lifts his shoulder! Marco runs to the ropes, puts his legs on Logan’s head… Hurricanrana! He tags with Big Joe. Steeltoe Joe runs to Logan… He lifts Joe! Samoan Drop!
Zach Davis: That’s what The Hotdog Kings needed to capitalize!
Freddy Whoa: Logan is crawling to make the tag with Marc…
Gravedigger: Tag made! The WCF fans go crazy!
Marc runs to Joe as he gets up and hits a Clothesline. He gets up again and eats Mayhem’s feet with a beautiful Dropkick! Cover…
Joe kicks out! Marc Mayhem goes behind Joe, lifts him up… Back to Belly Suplex! Joe is hurt! Marc tags with Logan. He grabs Joe’s head and arm and starts an Anaconda Vice! “The Righteous Juggernaut” starts screaming in pain. Marco tries to make the tag but he can’t so he enters the ring and hits a Tornado Kick on Logan! He breaks the submission hold, slowly crawls to Marc… Tag! But Joe tags with Valintine too!!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! MARCO APPLIES ANOTHER TORNADO KICK!!!
Freddy Whoa: Marc Mayhem is down…
Gravedigger: Cover by Valintine!
Marc kicks out! Marco gets near Mayhem… OH NO! He failed the Standing moonsault senton backsplash! Marc Mayhem lifts him up… Pumphandle suplex! He tags with Logan. This one enters the ring, stomps Marco for a while, then gets him up… Fallaway Slam! Cover!
Valintine lifts his shoulder! Logan starts an Abdominal Stretch.
Zach Davis: Marco is in trouble…
Freddy Whoa: He is screaming!!!
Gravedigger: Will he tap-out? Big Joe must help his partner!
Joe stretch his arm to tag with Marco but he is far away. Logan continues the submission hold so Joe enters the ring trying to intervene. Mayhem sees that and runs to Joe… He hits a Clothesline and sends him outside the ring! Logan breaks the maneuver, kicks Big Joe in the belly… DDT! Joe rolls to outside the ring. Marc Mayhem enters the ring slowly. He stands at Logan’s side, waiting for Marco Valintine to get up…
Zach Davis: HOT!DOG!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Double Superkick by The Hotdog Kings!
Gravedigger: This match will be over if Logan covers The Freaking Love man.
Logan covers Marco…
NO! BIG JOE ENTERS THE RING AND STOPS THE COUNTING AT THE LAST SECOND! Marco slowly gets up with the help of the ropes. Joe goes to his corner. Logan and Marco stare at each other for a bit but Valintine hits a Pele Kick out of nowhere! He tags with Joe but stays in the ring. Big Joe puts Logan in the position of a Powerbomb while Marco grabs Logan’s neck… POWERBOMB AND NECKBREAKER HIT AT THE SAME TIME! Cover…
Thr-No! Marc Mayhem breaks the pin. Joe tries to attack him with a punch but Marc dodges it, kicks him in the belly… LIGHTS OUT!
Zach Davis: Gutwrench Suplex by Marc Mayhem!
Freddy Whoa: Both legal men are on the ground!
Gravedigger: Marco asks for the tag as Marc goes to his corner…
Joe and Logan both crawl to their partners to make the tag… They do it at the same time! Marco runs toward Mayhem… Dropkick by Marc on Valintine! He goes near him… Clover Leaf! Marco Valintine is screaming in pain trying to reach the ropes... He walks a little… He reaches the ropes! The referee tells Mayhem to stop the hold… He doesn’t so the ref counts.
He breaks the hold. Marc gets Marco up, goes behind him… Belly to Back Suplex! He goes for the cover… MARCO REVERSES IT! ROLL UP!
Three… NO! Mayhem lifts his shoulder! It was almost over! Both men are to their feet. Marco runs at Marc, who jumps...
Zach Davis: TAP OR SNAP!
He hits the Headscissors Takedown before applying the submission hold! Steeltoe Joe enters the ring to break it up but Logan intercepts him and begins brawling.
Gravedigger: VALINTINE TAPS!
The bell sounds as Marc Mayhem releases the hold!
Freddy Whoa: The Hotdog Kings entered this match with a plan, and they executed it.
Joe is sent flying out of the ring as Valintine rolls out, hurting. Logan lifts his tag team partner up and the two raise their arms in the air, victorious.
Camera viewpoint sees a man knocking on a door that is marked Seth Lerch
Zach Davis: Who are they?
Gravedigger: OH CRAP!!!
Seth Lerch: Come i-...
Two gentlemen wearing black suits with black sunglasses barge in.
Agent Smith: Mr. Lerch, my name is Special Agent Smith and this is my partner Special Agent Jones. We are from the F.B.I. We have come, as a courtesy, first, to let you know of our presence.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! THE F...... B..... I!!!
Seth Lerch: Why are you two here? Who are you looking for?
Agent Jones: We feel it is time and the fact we have enough evidence to bring in a certain individual. We have been tracking this individual for years.
Agent Smith: This person, who has a personality disorder and committed horrible crimes... FELONIES while working for you.
Seth Lerch: Now... NOW, wait gentlemen. Who are we talking about?!
Agent Smith: Usually, we don't have to tell anyone who we have to pick up. Against protocol. Again, this is out of simple courtesy.
Agent Jones: We are here to pick up a Mr. Jakob Lister.
Seth Lerch: Who?! I don't have an employee here with that name.
Agent Smith: He also goes by Paul Jackson.
Seth Lerch: Um....
Agent Jones: He also goes by the name...
Seth Lerch: Um... WAIT!!
Agent Smith: By the name of....
Seth Lerch: Wait, damn it!!
Agent Smith:.... OBLIVION!!
Seth Lerch: NOOOOO!!! DAMN IT!
Agent Smith: We want your cooperation. If not, we will take Jakob Lister with force. If you or anyone else.
Agent Jones gets in close to the camera...
Agent Jones: ANYONE ELSE!!!
Agent Smith: We will take THEM down with force, as well!!
Seth Lerch: I assure you, WCF will accommodate the F.B.I with full cooperation.
Agent Smith: Thank you.
Agent Jones gets in the face of ASeth.
Agent Jones: YOU BETTER NOT GET IN OUR WAY!!
The FBI agents leave the office of Seth Lerch.
Seth Lerch: Assholes!! Noone will take anyone of my boys away!!!
Neuroma by Fuse starts playing and Jackson White walks slowly to the ring with the hoody looking down then he enters the ring and stretch both of his arms looking up and some pyrotechnics blast from the corners.
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is the first round of the Trilogy Cup! Introducing first, from Oporto, Portugal, weighing in at 247 pounds… JACKSOOON “THE FENIIIIX” WHIIIIIITE!!!
Zach Davis: Here we go for the first match of the Trilogy Cup!
Freddy Whoa: And what a match this is going to be! Occulo and White’s rivalry has been on fire!
Gravedigger: This feud got too personal when Occulo and Jackson started arguing last Slam.
The lights shine at their brightest and then shut off altogether. We see on the screen three white vertical bars on a black background. We hear Occulo speak
Occulo: The first step towards glory is done without lethargy and no physical exertion. Yet it is bloated with such dream and ambition. It weighs heavy on those who fear the journey ahead. We stand like Brothers in Arms on the start line. Feeling the heat of each other’s desire, and shivering in the cold of each other’s fear. Jayson Price, Chelsea Armstrong and Dune see the way is clear for them as they are aware of those already pitching their flag at the first milestone. Whether it is Alex Richards, Dan Van Slade, Jay Omega, Deuce Murdock, Jackson White or…
The titantron flashes Occulo’s face for a second
Occulo: Occulo. The darkest horse. The quiet one they should keep their eye on. I’m stood with you all on the line, and I am ready. Bets are on and speculation is rife. Predictions are made and experts have already sent heads rolling. The lights are shining, illuminating my way to the Holy Grail. For the rest of you though…
The first bar on the titantron turns red and the lights shine at their brightest. “For the Love of Life” by David Sylvian plays as Occulo makes his way to an electrifying reception by the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring; from Washington DC…weighing in at 220lbs…Occulo!!
He climbs over the barrier and up the steel steps. He stops and climbs the turnbuckle, standing on the top and staring at the titantron before the bell rings. But Jackson White attacks Occulo furiously with many punches while he is looking at the titantron!
Zach Davis: The match hasn’t even started!
Freddy Whoa: White pushes Occulo to outside the ring!
Gravedigger: Oh god! Jackson sends his opponent’s head to the barrier!
Jackson continues to punch Occulo. The referee tries to separate him but White keeps the assault on his opponent. He now hits a few elbow strikes in Occulo’s head, gets him up… “Irish Whip” against the steel steps! Occulo is down!
Referee: COME ON! STOP IT! ENTER THE RING!
Jackson stares at the referee and then at Occulo. He puts him in the ring and enters it. “The Fenix” tries to attack Occulo but the referee pushes him away. Occulo gets up slowly and tells the referee he is ready.
DING DING DING!
Jackson runs to Occulo and punches him hard many times. He sends his head against the turnbuckle and continues to punch him. He then chokes him. The referee tells him to stop and starts to count.
“The Fenix” stops choking him, goes back, runs… Clothesline against the corner!
Zach Davis: Jackson chokes his opponent again!
Freddy Whoa: He is really mad at Occulo, look at his eyes!
Gravedigger: The ref starts to count again…
Jackson breaks the choke and stares at the referee smiling. He grabs Occulo, applies a “Irish Whip” against the ropes… Big Boot! Occulo falls so he pressures his head and starts a Sleeper Hold.
Jackson White: DO YOU STILL WANT TO HELP ME OCCULO?!
Occulo tries to stop the submission hold by punching White but he can’t. Jackson continues to hold him, but Occulo manages to get up. He reaches the ropes and referee tells Jackson to break the hold. He doesn’t, so the referee counts again.
Zach Davis: Jackson breaks the Sleeper Hold!
Freddy Whoa: He is constantly taking the count to four!
Gravedigger: “The Fenix” is dominating the match the right way: he started to attack Occulo before the match so he could win it more easily.
Occulo kicks Jackson in the belly and grabs his head trying to apply a Swinging DDT but Jackson reverses it and rakes Occulo’s eyes! He can’t see nothing so Jackson hits him in the head. He grabs Occulo, lifts him up… Scoop Slam! Occulo is down, Jackson climbs the turnbuckle… ELBOW DROP! Cover…
Occulo kicks out! Jackson gets him up, grabs his arm and his leg… Fisherman suplex!
Jackson White: I WILL TORTURE YOU BEFORE YOU LOSE!
The crowd boos him hard. Jackson looks to the crowd, grabs Occulo and sends him to outside the ring. He follows Occulo, applies a Irish Whip… Occulo’s back goes against the barrier! The referee starts to count.
Jackson grabs Occulo’s head and sends it against the steel steps he then puts Occulo above it.
Zach Davis: Don’t do it Jackson!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! JACKSON STOMPED OCCULO’S HEAD AGAINST THE STEEL STEPS!
Gravedigger: Occulo is having a really hard time… He must counter-attack or he will lose the match.
Jackson gets Occulo up.
He pushes him… OH MY! OCCULO’S HEAD HITS THE RING POST!
Jackson sends Occulo to the ring. He covers him.
Occulo lifts his shoulder! Jackson gets really angry, gets Occulo up, pushes him against the ropes… He fails the Big Boot, Occulo runs to the ropes… HURRICANRANA! Jackson gets up, Occulo lifts him… Powerslam! Both wrestlers are down!
Occulo and Jackson get up slowly, at the same time. Occulo punches him hard twice and pushes him against the corner. He grabs his head and sends it against the turnbuckle. He then applies a Irish Whip against the other corner and sends White's head against the turnbuckle. He puts Jackson in the center of the ring, covers him…
Jackson kicks out. Occulo gets him up, grabs his head… Swinging DDT! He takes the advantage and starts a Sleeper Hold.
Zach Davis: Will this be over right here?
Freddy Whoa: Jackson is fighting to break the submission…
Gravedigger: Both of them get up, the Sleeper Hold is still locked in…
Jackson hits Occulo a few times and he breaks the maneuver. Jackson tries to apply a Vertical Suplex, but Occulo reverses it, goes behind Jackson… Belly to Back Suplex! Cover!
Jackson kicks out! Occulo puts him sit… OH! What a kick in White’s back! “The Fenix” screams in pain. Occulo applies a Headlock. Jackson tries to reach the ropes but Occulo locks the submission really hard. “The Fenix” crawls… He reaches the ropes! He breaks the maneuver, puts Jackson in the center of the ring… THE EPITOME LOCKED IN!!!
Zach Davis: Oh my god! Jackson White may tap-out!!!
Freddy Whoa: He is hopelessly trying to reach the ropes!
Gravedigger: And he does!!! If “The Fenix” didn’t reach the ropes he would probably give up!
Occulo gets Jackson up… He counters Occulo with a punch and a Clothesline! He goes behind Occulo as he gets up… Russian Legsweep! He rests in the corner while Occulo is slowly trying to get up. He does it and Jackson grabs him, climbs the turnbuckle with him… SUPERPLEX! BUT OCCULO’S FEET ACCIDENTALY HIT THE REFEREE! Jackson realizes that the referee is down and leaves the ring, looking for something. He grabs a chair!
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Gravedigger: Here we go baby!!!
Jackson White enters the ring and wait for Occulo to get up.
Jackson White: COME ON YOU FUCKING COWARD!
Occulo slowly gets up, turns to “The Fenix”… He hits him with the chair! He puts the chair down, grabs Occulo’s head…
Zach Davis: Don’t do it Jackson! Don’t hit The Destroyer through the table!
Freddy Whoa: He is pointing up… WHOA! THE DESTROYER!!!!!
Jackson pins Occulo and screams for the referee. He is still laid, so Jackson gets up and tries to reanimate him. The referee wakes up, White pins his opponent again and the referee slowly gets up. Jackson still screams for the referee and the crowd is booing him. The referee starts a slow count.
Zach Davis: NOT LIKE THIS!!!
Thr-NO!!!!!! OCCULO LIFTS HIS SHOULDER! Jackson can’t believe it! He is screaming at the referee saying it was a three count! He turns around to Occulo that is still down trying to recover and gets him up. He hits a Toe kick, lifts him up… Vertical Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Look at the strength of “The Fenix”!
Gravedigger: Shut up Freddy, that was just a regular move.
White gets his opponent up, pushes him into the corner, runs… Oh! He hits Occulo with his knee! He grabs his head, looks up… HE IS TRYING TO HIT THE DESTROYER! Occulo reverses it and hits a Swinging DDT!!! Occulo gets near “Fenix”… SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE OUT OF NOWHERE! The crowd goes crazy! Both of them are down, the referee starts to count…
Occulo crawls to Jackson and covers him.
Th-No! White kicks out!
Occulo gets up and gets Jackson up. He punches him many times, applies a Irish Whip against the ropes… He hits his shoulder on Jackson’s chest! He grabs Fenix… And pushes him outside the ring! Occulo rests by the corner as the referee counts.
Jackson gets up slowly and enters the ring. Occulo hits a Clothesline, and another one… Occulo lifts White… POWERSLAM! Cover…
Th-NO! How did Jackson lift his shoulder?! Occulo waits for Fenix to get up… He tried to hit Jackson on his throat but he dodged it! White goes behind his opponent… Belly to Back Suplex! Jackson slowly gets up with the ropes’s help, climbs the turnbuckle, stretch his arms looking up, waits for Occulo… MISSILE DROPKICK!!! He goes for the cover!
THR-NO! OCCULO KICKS OUT!
Jackson gets frustrated and gets Occulo up, pushes him against the corner… He failed the Clothesline! Occulo punches him twice… AND HITS HIM IN THE THROAT!
Zach Davis: You know what’s coming next…
Freddy Whoa: That’s it! Oesophagus Bureau!
Gravedigger: He is getting near White… SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE! COVER!
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: Here’s your winner… OOOOOOCCUUUULOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: Occulo goes to the next round of the Trilogy Cup!
Freddy Whoa: What a match! Jackson White was really close to win…
Gravedigger: Occulo deserved this victory, he is one strong candidate to win the Tournament.
JOEY FLASH HITS THE RING! Flash runs at Occulo and smashes him right in the face with the Television Title!
Zach Davis: What is Flash doing here?!
Flash stomps away at Occulo as the crowd boos like crazy.
Freddy Whoa: We saw an intense feud between Flash and Occulo a few months ago, looks like it is heating back up! But why!?
Flash lifts Occulo up and grabs him from behind... BOOM! LIGHTNING BOLT with Occulo's head crashing onto the Television Title!
Gravedigger: Joey Flash... what a competitor!
Flash grabs the TV Title from underneath Occulo's skull and rolls out of the ring with it, headking back up the ramp, looking satisfied with himself.
Zach Davis: Welcome back grapple fans as we’re about to begin the next round in WCF’s titanic Trilogy Cup Tournament. This one’s going to be an exciting match, full of guts, gore and bravado. A Match presented to you in a manner that only we here, at the ‘dub, can provide. But before we do, I just want to take a few moments out to address you all.
The camera pulls in tighter on Zac. Gravedigger and Freddy halt hostiles for a moment, allowing Zac space for his important speech that echoes across the arena sound system.
Zach Davis: One of the competitors in this match tonight is our resident Broken Hero, Deuce Murdock. Deuce is a fighter, a war veteran, and a true American hero. Right now, he is fighting a conflict against an enemy that knows no bounds, an enemy that is tenacious and insidious. If you’ve been following Deuce though his recently cancelled blog, then you know the unfortunate condition that has befallen him once again. We, at WCF, would like to wish Deuce Murdock all the best in his continued struggle against Cancer. And would like to ask all the fans in attendance tonight, to please join us here at the announce table in one minutes applause for THE BROKEN HERO, DEUCE MURDOCK!!
The stadium POPS HUGE, a full minutes applause reverberates across the fans as Deuce appears on the ramp, dressed for battle. He’s clearly taken aback by the moment, raises his arm and salutes the crowd.
Zach Davis: Real man, right there ladies and gentlemen.
As the applause continues, Deuce is joined on stage by Steeltoe Joe, who hugs him. That applause gathers strength as THE ENTIRE WCF LOCKER ROOM APPEARS ON STAGE. The Pack standing tall next to the Poondocks. The Vapors, right next door to the Hot Dog Kings. Roy Speede, wipes away a tear and hugs Deuce. The stage is completely filled now with stars; Scarecrow, Oblivion, Johnny Reb, Fenix, Occulo, Joey Flash. Even Seth Lerch appears on stage and shakes the hand of Deuce.
Crowd: DUB CEE EFF! DUB CEE EFF! DUB CEE EFF! DUB CEE EFF!
Jay Omega motions through the ranks and nods at Deuce, time to go to work.
The locker room dissipates back though the Gorilla curtain as both men march down the ramp together to Deuce’s theme: “Clint Eastwood” by the Gorilaz.
Both competitors slide through the ropes simultaneously as Kyle Steel announces the combatants:
Kyle Steel: From Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia, weighing in at two hundred twenty-six pounds, he is the Omega Man... JAAAY OOOMEEEGAAA!
Crowd gives a massive pop for the Omega Man! Followed by an O-MEG-A! Chant.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from The Borderland! Weighing in at two hundred thirty-four pounds, he is The Broken Hero... DEUCEEEEEEEEEEE MURDOOOOCK!
Crowd: YOU CAN BEAT THIS! Clap! Clap! Clap! YOU CAN BEAT THIS! Clap! Clap! Clap!
Jay joins in with the chant. Deuce nods. Thanks the crowd again and they collar and elbow tie up.
Zach Davis: And away we go people. Probably one of the most emotional matches this company has witnessed in a long time.
Freddy Whoa: Massive history between these two.
Zach Davis: Indeed. Deuce once put Jay out of action, and was himself the victim of an almighty taco fueled payback by the Omega Man. Their rivalry is the stuff of Dub Cee Eff Legend!
Gravedigger: Yup. Don’t mind me, Zac. I’m just checking the floor for egg shells.
Deuce breaks the hold with some Muay Thai Shin Kicks, follows that up with a Hip Toss as Omega lands on his feet and ducks an enzuguri attempt.
Zach Davis: Deuce going for the "Kick Murder Death" early.
Omega with a Spinning heel kick, Deuce staggers, Omega follows it up with a Float-over DDT into some brutal mounted elbow strikes. Deuce rolls out of the assault, and lays on some elbows of his own. Omega goes for an Arm-trap Crossface, which Deuce wisely powers out of, clamoring to the ropes quickly.
Omega decides to pick up the pace with a Gutwrench powerbomb attempt, but it’s elbowed out of by Deuce who tries to counter with a...
Zach Davis: Van Damme Special!
Freddy Whoa: Ducked!
Bicycle Kick by Deuce connects! But Omega didn’t get all of it and manages to duck a follow on Lariat, as Deuce sails past, Omega catches him in mid air with a sickening neckbreaker!
Omega Irish whips Deuce into a ring post and follows that up with a stinger splash! Goes for the move again, but is caught by Deuce in a powerbomb hold and sent sailing over the post and onto the floor!
Omega staggers to his feet as Deuce runs towards the ropes and sails over them, hitting a massive airtime plancha on Omega!
Zach Davis: Deuce putting it all on the line!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Never seem him do that before!
Omega and Deuce trade right hands. Back and forth. Omega whipped into the barrier, he puts on the breaks, leaps and spring boards off them into a cross body! Caught by Deuce! Who attempts a fall away slam! Omega lands on his feet and hits a Backdrop Driver on the outside!
Zach Davis: Deuce looks like that moves taken the wind out of him!
Deuce starts clutching his head as Omega whips him back into the ring. Sets Deuce up for a Jumping piledriver, powered out into a back drop by Deuce, who lands a leg drop over Omega’s throat.
Deuce goes for a Texas Cloverleaf, but Omega kicks Deuce into the ropes, as the Broken hero rebounds, Omega is up and lands a Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: Amazing back and forth here!
Omega climbs to the top rope and signals for the Imploding 450 splash!
Zach Davis: Welcome to area code 450, hang on to your hats!
Zach Davis: Four fifty connects!
Deuce staggers to his feet as a poised Omega lies in wait. He begins to rev up the feet as he signals for the...
Zach Davis: Check the forecast, Thunderclap on the way!
Omega pulls the trigger, spins, leaps as...
Zach Davis: Chuck Norris Special! Chuck Norris Special!
Deuce can’t believe it. Deuce stands and turns as Omega is trying to get to his feet. Deuce locks in the Gorilla Clutch Hold!
Zach Davis: Phantom Itch! Phantom Itch!
Deuce raises Omega’s prone body up, hooks the legs, and leans back, all the way down towards the mat, locking the move in. Deuce screams for Omega to tap as the pack alumni struggles to reach for the ropes. Arms frailing for purchase!
Zach Davis: Omega’s gonna tap! He HAS to tap!
Omega uses his upper body strength to slowly turn the move over. Deuce counters and keeps the pressure on. Omega attempts to turn again. Countered again.
Zach Davis: Omega MUST be fading!
Omega attempts to turn again, SUCCEEDS! SLIPS OUT OF THE HOLD!
Deuce can’t believe it. He’s caught in the rage of the moment. Frustration takes hold as Deuce Irish whips Jay into the ring post and lays on a, “Love Letter” to Omega!
Zach Davis: Gonzo is delivering a vicious “Love Letter” to the Omega man in the corner! Those kicks are lethal!
Deuce unloads a series of head butts, kicks, punches and elbows. Omega staggers for breath, but Deuce isn’t holding back and lifts up Jay for the sit out scoop slam!
Deuce shakes his head, stands and calls for:
Zach Davis: Bat Country! Bat Country!
Zach Davis: Deuce is calling for it again.
Deuce lists up Omega for the screwdriver, but Omega hooks his legs and goes for a sneaky roll up!
Zach Davis: The tenacity of Omega came through! Omega picks up the win and continues on in the tournament!
Both weary men stand and share a handshake. The crowd into this moment of mutual respect.... UNTIL JOEY FLASH ATTACKS THEM BOTH FROM BEHIND! He Clotheslines them both down and begins stomping away at them!
Freddy Whoa: OH GOD DAMNIT!
The crowd boos even more as the two men that just fought tooth and nail get the boots laid to them by Joey Flash. After several moments security is on him, pulling him out of the ring and hauling him to the back.
Gravedigger: We thought Joey Flash was re-igniting his feud with Occulo, but it turns out maybe he just wants to take out the competitors in the Trilogy Cup Tournament since he's the wildcard!
Zach Davis: Evil. Smart, I guess, but evil.
Flash is hauled to the back.
Freddy Whoa: Welp-
Gravedigger: HERE COMES FLASH AGAIN!
Flash has apparently escaped security. He rushes to the ring and slides in, taking aim at Deuce Murdock. He runs at Murdock and BOOM, another belt shot!, right to Murdock's head. Flash then sets his Television Title down, underneath Murdock's skull.
Zach Davis: What does this sadistic son of a bitch have planned now?
Flash angrily grabs the United States Title from ringside. He glares at Murdock before running at him... and BOOM!, dropping down, smashing the United States Title onto Murdock's face and crushing his skull between the two pieces of solid gold.
Freddy Whoa: Come on... Jesus. This is too much.
Finally, security arrives AGAIN to escort Flash out. Flash is yelling that this is what everyone else in the Trilogy Cup Tournament has to look forward to too.
Gravedigger: Deuce Murdock may be seriously hurt, guys. Concussed, who knows what, but he's hurt.
Medics begin to attend to Deuce Murdock.
Zach Davis: Flash is a dummy. Jay Omega is the one that advanced, why didn't Flash go after him?
Freddy Whoa: Maybe he's afraid?
Gravedigger: Nonsense. Joey Flash has proven tonight he's afraid of no man.
Flash continues to yell as he's escorted out.
We see Chelsea Armstrong walking backstage appearing be within her own world as when Hank Brown touches her arm he causes her to jump nearly resulting in a punch to the side of his face.
Chelsea Armstrong: Dammit Hank, don’t do that!
Hank Brown: Sorry Chelsea I know you’re busy but I wanted to get a word with you, last week before your match we all were witness to someone hijacking the titantron and leaving a rather eerie message for you. What are your thoughts on this?
Chelsea Armstrong: Clearly some coward is just trying to get inside my head, but it’s not going to work. Since I returned this company I have been dominating in every match I’ve been a part of and if someone hiding behind the keyboard of the titantron believes they can scare me well they have another thing coming.
Suddenly the lights suddenly go out sending everyone into darkness. Once again a piece of parchment appears on the titantron, words moving across it in a blaze of fire.
Oh Chelsea. You call me a coward, and yet it is your fear that is most obvious. You pretend not to know who I am, but deep down you know exactly the hell that is about to befall you. You see my face in your dreams. You wake in a cold sweat, praying to whatever god you believe in that I won’t come back. Sad to say it didn’t work. I’m coming Chelsea, and you’re in my crosshairs. Beware the coming of the spring. Not all it brings represents rebirth. It is death for the snow.
The lights come back up as Chelsea stares at the monitor in disbelief. Shaking her head she runs her fingers through her hair clearly trying to regain her composure.
Hank Brown: Chelsea…
Chelsea Armstrong: Don’t, I’m sorry I have to go.
Freddy Whoa: We’ve got what should be a real slobber-knocker coming up folks – “El Taimado” Dan Van Slade is set to square off against “The Archduke of Mass Confusion” Alex Richards.
Zach Davis: That’s right, Freddy. DVS and Alex Richards met in the ring last week in that 6-man tag match that ended with The Pack victorious.
Gravedigger: How many times am I going to have to remind you, Zach? It’s “El Taimado!” Don’t make this a trend tonight.
Zach Davis: You know what…
Freddy Whoa: Whoa there, hold your horses gentlemen. Everybody cool their jets. Let’s have the fight take place in the ring, not at the announcer’s table.
Gravedigger: Sure thing.
Gravedigger removes his headset and gets up from the table before Freddy calls him back.
Freddy Whoa: I’m talking about DVS and Alex Richards, not you and Zach.
Gravedigger: EL TAIMADO!!
RZA hits the poetry to a dubstep remix of 'Biochemical Equation', a collaboration with MF Doom. The fans' heads drift toward the stage where they see the image of Dan Van Slade deviously grinning on the screen. The screen flickers as a mask fades on-and-off Dan's face. Suddenly, his voice blasts through the speakers - 'EL TAIMADO!' Dan shouts as the thirteen second mark hits and RZA begins the epic clash between Dub trance and street slingin' Suddenly - Dan Van Slade - dressed in his best Lucha Libre threads - walks intensely slow from behind the curtain.
There is no love for this man. Fans boo, and react appropriately.
He's wearing a black and white luchadore mask - his hair pulled through an opening in the top, the jaw cut out so that his chin and mouth are displayed; it looks like an evil Mexican clown with it's red nose, nothing elaborate. He's in an all black tight suit separated by a white leather belt that keeps it together at the waist, and that's behind the WCF Hardcore Championship. The pants are tucked into shin-high white leather boots with black skulls air brushed on the ankle. 'EL TAIMADO' is read in bold white printed down the sides of his pant legs. There's a T printed in the Superman logo instead of the Super D once proudly displayed. The top is sleeveless. He dons white elbow pads and black tape around his wrists. The costume is topped with a bright, extremely thick, gold chain around his neck where brass knuckles proudly hang. There's a fresh tattoo on his left bicep, and underneath the bright yellow smiley face that says 'Harass A Nice Day!' The ink reads: 'EL TAIMADO!' in a plain, bold, black text.
Kyle Steel: Heading to the ring - and weighing in at 251 pounds! He is from MIS...
Kyle pauses as Dan Van Slade slowly walks toward the ring. If we could see his eyes under the mesh covers - they'd be direct and attentive. He eyes the ring as Steel corrects himself.
Kyle Steel: ...He is summoned from Dan Van Slade's INNER DEVIANT...
Steel extends an arm toward Dan's direction, and the Hardcore Champion pauses for a brief moment to slap the faceplate of the WCF Hardcore Title twice, and then his chest three times. Dan points forward toward the ring.
Kyle Steel: ...The WCF Haaarrrrrrrrrrdcoorrrrrrrrrrrrre CHAMPION...
Dan then shouts the following in unison while simultaneously jabbing his index finger toward the ring.
Kyle Steel: ...ELLLLLLLLL TAIMADO...DAN...VAN...SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADE!
Boos. A mass eruption of hate. The now masked hardcore champion walks methodically slow to the ring, and pauses at the apron while 'Biochemical Equation' continues to spit raw lyrics. El Taimado leaps and lands feet first onto the ring apron with ease, and without needing assistance. He then grabs the top rope and slingshots himself into the ring as Kyle Steel backs up - El Taimado dives, tucks, and rolls onto his feet as he stands in the center of the ring. He unbuttons the Hardcore Championship and whips it into the air. He then rips off his thick gold brass knuckle necklace and whips it into the air with his opposite hand.
El Taimado Dan Van Slade: EL TAIMADO!
Dan shouts as he displays his title proudly. He relishes in the moment, showered with disgust, as he then walks over and hands his title and chain to the referee.
Freddy Whoa: The reigning Hardcore Champion looks ready to go.
Zach Davis: Sure does! DV…El Taimado’s got a true challenge tonight though.
Gravedigger: DVS can take him.
Zach Davis: Hey, what the…I thought it was –
Gravedigger: Shut up.
The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title over his shoulder as a memorial to the days he was champion.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion”….ALEX RRRRRIIIIIIICHAAAAAARDS!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Freddy Whoa: The Archduke is in the ring.
Gravedigger: Hardcore Champ vs. Hardcore Champ – this should be good.
Zach Davis: Well, Alex isn’t technically the Hardcore Champ anymore…that’s El Taim…DV –
Gravedigger: What was that I said about shutting up?
Freddy Whoa: Cut it out, you too. Alright, it looks like we’re about to get underway!
DVS and Richards tentatively make their way to the center of the ring, eyeing one another. Richards lifts his arm in an attempt to lure DVS in for a test of strength, and DVS does the same in response. Just before they lock fingers, DVS kicks the big man in the stomach once, twice, three times – but Richards shakes each one off. When DVS goes for a fourth kick, Richards grabs his foot and pulls DVS toward him and wraps him up in a Bearhug, lifting the smaller DVS off the ground. DVS’s feet kick as he struggles to break free, but Richard’s grip is too tight. After a few seconds of squeezing, Richards performs a devastating Spinebuster in the center of the ring. DVS arches his back and clutches it in pain as Richards climbs to his feet. He then delivers a series of powerful kicks to DVS’s legs and torso.
Freddy Whoa: Oof! DVS in trouble early.
Zach Davis: The Archduke’s pounding away at his smaller opponent.
Gravedigger: Who isn’t smaller than Alex Richards?
Zach Davis: Fair point.
Gravedigger: Glad I have your approval.
Alex Richards lifts DVS off the ground and flings him into the ropes. He goes for a Big Boot when DVS comes back around, but DVS manages to duck in time and continues running. DVS then leaps to the top-rope, pushes off, and spins in mid-air, landing a Springboard Clothesline across the big man’s neck. Richards stumbles backward but doesn’t fall. DVS charges at him and leaps into the air once more, Head-butting Richards square in the nose. This time Richards goes down. The crowd boos as DVS throws his hands up in the air and taunts his opponent. Richards slides backward onto the bottom rope and shakes his head. Blood is running from his nose into his mouth and dripping down onto his chin, chest, and stomach.
Freddy Whoa: Holy! DVS busted Richards right open!
Gravedigger: Oh yeah, momma! The big guy can bleed!
Zach Davis: This match just got a little more…colorful…am I right, eh, eh?
Gravedigger: Damnit, Zach.
Richards wipes away some of the blood, sees it in his hand, and goes into a rage. He uses the top-rope to lift himself up and charges at DVS, whose back is still turned as he yells at a fan with sign that reads, “Confusion Always Reigns!” Richards grabs hold of DVS’s long hair and begins laying into him with a series of vicious Head-butts of his own. The crowd counts along: “1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9!”…Richards rears back and throws his bloodied face into the back of DVS’s head one more time…“10!” DVS stumbles forward and hits the ropes. He turns around just in time to take a Running Lariat from Richards that sends him flipping over the top-rope and out onto the floor. The crowd cheers loudly as Richards wipes off more of the blood that continues to flow from his nose.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my –
Zach Davis: You may not like him, folks, but you’ve got to feel for DVS after that one.
Gravedigger: You kidding me? He’s the Hardcore Champ…nothing can keep him down.
Sure enough, DVS is back on his feet, though he’s obviously dazed. He shakes off the cobwebs from the blow and walks around the outside of the ring in an attempt to regain his composure. Richards wild-eyes follow him as he stalks him from inside the ring. In a flash, DVS leaps onto the apron and then on to the top-rope, pushing off and wrapping his legs around Richards’ neck. DVS flips his body downward and sends the big man flying in a textbook Hurricanrana. He spins to his feet and runs over to the downed Richards, dropping a knee that keeps Richards from getting back to his feet. DVS drops another knee, an elbow…he goes for a leg drop but Richards manages to roll out of the way in time. DVS grabs his rear-end as Richards gets back to his feet. He reaches down and wraps both hands around DVS’ neck, lifts him from the mat, and throws him across the ring. The crowd goes wild.
Zach Davis: Your boy’s taking a beating, Gravedigger. Might have to run in and help him.
Gravedigger: If you don’t shut your yap, so help me I’ll –
Freddy Whoa: Look out! DVS is back on his feet!
DVS runs and jumps at Richards, catching his head underneath his arm and performing a devastating Evenflow DDT. Richards’ head hits the mat with a thud and DVS is quick to his feet. He rolls Richards over on his back and dashes for the turnbuckle, leaping to the top. He turns and leaps off the turnbuckle, hitting a Senton Bomb on Richards’ exposed belly. The big man sits up in pain as DVS spins to his feet. He hops over Richards, leaps to the top turnbuckle again, hits another Senton Bomb. The crowd boos as DVS once more raises his arms and taunts his opponent. Richards is slow to his feet but again is able to capitalize off DVS’ taunting and show-boating. He grabs DVS around the waist while his back is turned and performs a textbook Release German Suplex, sending DVS flying into the corner where his head is jarred against the middle-turnbuckle. DVS tries to get up but is too dazed, and he lies there in the corner as Richards walks slowly toward him. Richards is a bloody mess by now, and DVS too has Richards’ blood all over him. Richards pulls DVS up by his hair and delivers a series of hard chops in the corner as the crowd counts the strikes: “1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9”…Richards holds his hand high and looks out at the crowd. Just before he hits DVS for a 10th time, DVS ducks and slide under the big man’s feet. Richards’ grasps for him but he’s too slow. DVS kicks Richards square between the legs and the big man drops to his knees as the crowd boos loudly.
Freddy Whoa: Ooh…ouch. Low blow there by DVS
Zach Davis: Yeah he’s a real…nut..cracker…eh? Eh?
Gravedigger: Zach, if you don’t want me to tighten up my boots and stomp on your face for a while, you’d be wise not to try your hand at humor again…got it? Eh? Eh?
Zach Davis: …okay.
Richards is still on his knees when DVS lands a series of hard knees to the side of his head. Dazed, Richards his pulled to his feet by DVS. DVS puts Richards’ head beneath his arm, grabs hold of his pant-line, and in a true feat of strength he raises the big man up and over his head in a Delayed Vertical Suplex. He keeps him there for a three-count before falling backward and sending Richards’ slamming onto the mat. DVS is slow to get up though, holding the small of his back as he does. He leaps and attempts a knee-drop on Richards’ face, but Richards rolls away in the nick of time and pushes himself back to a vertical base. DVS charges and connects with a Running Lariat, but it has no effect on Richards. He runs back, bounces off the ropes, and lands another…but this one too has no effect on Richards. Again DVS runs back, bounces off the ropes, and charges at Richards. This time Richards catches DVS and presses him over his head. He holds him there, letting out a menacing growl as the wide eyes above his bloody face stares out at the cheering crowd. With a grunt he drops DVS, simultaneously bending down and sticking out his knee for DVS’ gut to land on. DVS gasps for air and flails about in the center of the ring. Richards goes for the cover.
DVS gets his shoulder up in time, much to the displeasure of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Almost had him there!
Gravedigger: Don’t kid yourself, Freddy. It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep El Taimado down.
Alex Richards lifts DVS to his feet and catches him in a Full-Nelson. DVS waves his hands and kicks his legs in an attempt to break free, but it is futile. Richards’ doesn’t hold on long though, as he spins and throws DVS across the ring. DVS lands on his back and arches it in pain. He rolls out of the ring and falls over the corner steps. The laughs of the crowd seem to seem to snap him out of his dazed state. He looks around, hollers some obscenities, then glares at Richards, who stands waiting in the ring. DVS slides back in and charges at Richards, leaping at him. Once more Richards is able to catch DVS in mid-air, this time by the throat. DVS kicks his legs before Richards falls backward, slamming DVS’ face onto the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Zim-Quila Hangover!
Zach Davis: I’m not sure how much longer DVS can hold out, Freddy! Richards is really taking it to him.
Gravedigger: You’re not sure of a lot of things, Zach. Don’t hurt your brain trying to figure it out.
Richards crawls over to DVS and applies the Crippler Crossface. The crowd cheers as DVS struggles to break free. Richards maintains the hold, well-aware of the ropes being nearby. Slowly, however, DVS inches toward them. He’s finally able to grab hold with his free arm, but Richards doesn’t let go. The ref starts to count, and gets to four before Richards finally relents. Richards stands and delivers a big kick to DVS’ torso before DVS rolls out of the ring. This time Richards follows him. He jumps down from the apron and goes to throw DVS into the corner steps, but DVS reverses it and sends the big man crashing into the steel. DVS climbs back in the ring and waits for Richards to get back on his feet. When he does, DVS grabs hold of the top rope and uses it to send himself flying over it and out of the ring onto Richards. His horizontal frame connects with that of Richards’ vertical one and the two tumble onto the floor. DVS mounts Richards and begins pummeling away at his bloodied face, reopening the wound that had finally stopped issuing blood. Inside the ring, the ref begins to count. He gets to 4 when Richards manages to throw DVS off of him, sending DVS into the air before his head smacks against the apron. The ref’s count is at 5…6….Richards gets back in the ring….7….8….DVS is on his feet….9….and finally both men have reentered the ring. A stream of red seeps down from under the back of DVS’ mask, staining blue and purple attire.
Zach Davis: Well, you said it Freddy. We’ve got ourselves a good old fashioned slobber-knocker here!
Freddy Whoa: We sure do.
Gravedigger: It’s beautiful…just, beautiful….
The two men meet in the center, exchanging blows to the face. Richards blocks one of DVS’ and takes the upper-hand, pushing the smaller man back with the force of his blows. He kicks DVS in the mid-section, causing him to keel over. Richards sticks DVS’ head between his legs and Powerbombs him much to the delight of the crowd. He wastes no time in lifting DVS up before he throws him onto his shoulders. He walks around the ring in a brief display of power before leaping and falling sideways, slamming DVS’ head into the mat with a Death Valley Driver. DVS twitches as he lies face up in the center of the ring. Richards rises to his feet, and again wastes no time in raising DVS up from the mat. He wraps his arms around DVS and lifts him up in what appears to be a Belly-to-Back Suplex, but when DVS is at his zenith, Richards grabs him by the throat and slams him down on his head. The crowd goes wild as DVS lies motionless on the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Final Enlightenment! Final Enlightenment! My god!
Zach Davis: My god is right, Freddy! This can’t go on much longer!
Gravedigger: What do you know, Zach! Not shit, that’s what! If you think that’s all for DVS, youv’e got another thing –
Richards lays over the top of DVS.
Freddy Whoa: NO! DVS gets his shoulder up in time! How in the –
Gravedigger: What’d I tell you Zach? You’re looking at the Hardcore Champ – the TRUE Hardcore Champ! El motherfucking Taimado!
Richards argues with the ref while DVS slowly gets to his feet. When Richards turns around to face him, DVS hooks both of his arms around his back and slams his head into the mat in a double-underhook DDT. The crowd rains boos down upon DVS, but this time he doesn’t taunt the crowd or his opponent. He drops a knee onto the back of Richards’ head before he lifts him to his feet. He whips Richards into the corner and meets him there with a series of knees to Richards’ mid-section. He stops and begins to fling Richards across the ring to the opposite corner when Richards reverses the move and sends DVS into the corner instead. DVS hits the corner with a thud. Richards runs at DVS and connects with a Big Boot to the face. DVS stumbles forward and Richards kicks him in the gut. Once more he sticks DVS’ head between his legs and goes for the Powerbomb. At the height of the move, though, DVS wraps his legs around Richards’ neck and shoots his body downward, sending Richards flying head-over-heels across the ring with a Hurricanrana. DVS is on his feet and dashes over to Richards. He lifts the big man from the mat, sticks Richards’ head between his legs, hooks both of his arms behind his back, and performs a devastating double-underhook Powerbomb on. Richards lands with a huge thud in the center of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Did he just…holy cow…I can’t believe it!
Gravedigger: Believe it, Freddy. This kid is for real!
DVS quickly leaps to the top turnbuckle and performs a textbook Senton Bomb onto the laid-out Richards. He’s quick to his feet and once more leaps to the top rope for another Senton Bomb.
Zach Davis: He’s tried for two in a row before, Digger…I don’t think he’ll be able to –
DVS lands a second Senton Bomb on Richards’ exposed mid-section. He spins to his feet and looks out at the crowd, who boo fiercely at the Hardcore Champ. He drops a knee onto Richards’ face, then lifts him from the mat. DVS exhales deep, then inhales and lifts Richards onto his shoulders as he pushes all the air out his lungs once more. Richards is lying face up on DVS’ shoulders as DVS shouts for all to hear, but the weight of the big man somehow doesn’t crush him. DVS leaps and falls sideways, slamming Richards’ neck onto the mat. The wind goes out of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: El Taimado Conductor! How the hell did he do it! Richards is out!
Gravedigger: EL TAIMADO! IT’S OVER FOLKS!
Freddy Whoa: NO! He kicked out! Alex Richards kicked out of the El Taimado Conductor!
Zach Davis: Yes…
Richards grabs DVS by his hair and uses DVS as leverage to pull himself up to a standing position. He reaches down and presses DVS over his head, then sends him hurtling over the top-rope and onto the floor below. The crowd is going apeshit as Richards climbs out of the ring. He kicks the downed-DVS and lifts him to his feet by his neck. He looks around before he positions DVS’ head between his legs, lifts him up for the Powerbomb, then runs toward the turnbuckle and slams DVS’ head into the exposed steel.
Freddy Whoa: Unconscious Truth! Unconscious Truth!
Zach Davis: Holy shi….there’s no getting up from that. I don’t care how hardcore you are.
Gravedigger: Yeah, well…you…ah, shut up, Zach!
Richards lifts DVS up and rolls him back in the ring. He follows him and drapes his massive frame atop DVS. The ref slides in.
Kyle Steel: Your winner…ALEX RRRRRRIIIIIIIICHAAAAAAARDS!
Freddy Whoa: My, oh my – what a brawl! Richards takes the day from the Hardcore Champ!
Zach Davis: Richards proved his worth against the young up and comer!
Gravedigger: El Taimado will rise again.
Alex Richards exits the ring to a chorus of cheers. DVS comes to in time to see The Archduke of Mass Confusion heading up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES JOEY FLASH!
This time security is able to tackle him down before he even reaches Alex Richards. They handcuff him and begin hauling him away as Richards waves goodbye sarcastically.
Crowd: NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!
Richards disappears to the back.
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is the first round of the Trilogy Cup!
All of the lights in the arena drop as "Explosia" by Gojira kicks in over the arena speakers. 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 massive pop from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighting in at 240 pounds… JAYSOOOON PRIIIICE!
Price pauses at the top of the ramp to let the crowd get themselves a good look before heading down the ramp, grabbing a beer from a fan trying to get a high five. He downs the beer, toss the empty cup into the crowd and then roll in under the bottom rope. He heads for the corner, climbs up to the second rope and gives the fans the finger before hopping down to the mat. He pulls off his shirt and throw it to the crowd and warms up for the match in his corner.
Zach Davis: This man lost a match to one of his opponents a few weeks ago.
Freddy Whoa: That’s right Zach, Dune got an impressive win!
Gravedigger: But don’t forget Price has a chance to fight for the World Championship if he wins tonight. He is certainly really focused.
I smell a Massacre by the Butcher Babies begins to roar through the speakers as a fog fills the stage and purple and gold pyros shoot from the top of the titantron. Suddenly a platform begins to rise from under the stage as Chelsea Armstrong starts to appear, a smirk lies on her lips as her metal chain swings freely within her grasp. Standing beside her is manager Genevieve Raquel who rests her arm on Chelsea's shoulder as then two focus on the ring.
Kyle Steel:"Hailing from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 157 pounds, she is the Sweet Nightmare, CHELSEA ARRRRMMSSTRRROOONNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!"
Walking down the ramp both of them stay focused on the ring as Chelsea slides under the bottom rope and Gen climbs the steel steps and gets into the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle Chelsea looks out over the crowd before jumping down and passing the chain off to Genevieve who takes her place on the ground in Chelsea's corner.
Zach Davis: I love Chelsea Armstrong! She’s great!
Freddy Whoa: Well, she has some tough competition tonight.
Gravedigger: Let’s see if she is capable of winning this triple threat.
The lights fade and “Heat Miser” begins in the darkness. Smoke pours out just beyond the entrance as two beams of golden light move slowly around the arena. Dune appears as the last burst of smoke issues. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds... He is the WCF Internet Champion… DUUUUUUUNE!
He slides into the ring and is quick to his feet in the center, where he raises his head to the rafters as each corner post issues a final hiss of smoke before the lights come on again.
Zach Davis: Dune has been surprising WCF since he joined it.
Freddy Whoa: He is one strong candidate to win this match!
Gravedigger: He is my favorite wrestler in this triple threat I’m sure he will have a fantastic performance.
DING DING DING!
The match starts and Dune quickly punches Price really hard, putting him against the corner. Chelsea Armstrong comes from behind and applies a Irish Whip to Dune against the other corner. She runs to Price… Clothesline! Jayson rolls to outside the ring, resting. She turns to Dune but eats a Big Boot on her face by the champion! He goes near Armstrong’s head and starts a Camel Clutch.
Gravedigger: Come on Dune, make her tap-out!
Zach Davis: The match just started Gravedigger, relax.
Freddy Whoa: Chelsea is fighting to reach the ropes!
Dune continues to hold the maneuver but Chelsea starts to punch him. He holds it for a while but then he is forced to break the hold because she hit his face too hard. He gets up, she does too… Arm drag by Chelsea! Dune falls. Price enters the ring again, runs to Armstrong… Rolling Elbow!
Zach Davis: Price recovers after being attacked by Dune!
Freddy Whoa: Look, he is getting the Internet champion up, grabs his head…
Gravedigger: One knee strike in Dune’s head! And another! Three! Four! Five!
Price goes behind Dune and applies a Russian Legsweep. He goes for the cover.
Dune kicks out! Chelsea hits Price in the head while he is still getting up and starts to punch him. She runs to the ropes… Flying Lariat! Impressive move by Chelsea Armstrong! Dune interferes and hits an European Uppercut on Chelsea. She gets up, he lifts her… Scoop Powerslam!!! And he sends her outside the ring! He looks at Price that is laid down. He starts to stomp him. Then he gets him up, hits a headbutt, goes behind him…
Zach Davis: Strong Release German Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Jayson Price gets knocked out…
Gravedigger: Dune takes advantage and goes for the cover!
Price kicks out! The Internet champion climbs on the turnbuckle and waits for Jayson Price to get up. He notices Chelsea is getting up outside… FLYING CLOTHESLINE TO CHELSEA! Everybody is down! Price gets up slowly and realize both of his opponents are outside. He hesitates a little but runs toward them… SUICIDE DIVE ON DUNE AND CHELSEA!!!!
Zach Davis: Price risking an injury jumping through the top rope!
Freddy Whoa: Everyone is down!
Gravedigger: Look, Price’s neck is in pain!
Price stays down, trying to recover. Chelsea gets up slowly and puts Dune in the ring. She runs to him… Shining Wizard! Cover!
Dune lifts his shoulder! She holds his head and applies a Sleeper Hold. He is trying to get out of the submission hold but he can’t. She holds it for a while and Dune starts to fade. The referee gets his arm up…
One! No answer from Dune.
Two! Dune is barely conscious.
Wait! Dune doesn’t let his arm fall! He starts to gain power… Punches Chelsea… She breaks the hold! Dune runs… Running Neckbreaker! Chelsea is down… Dune gets up slowly, climbs the turnbuckle, waits for her to get up… Missile Dropkick! He goes for the cover…
Chelsea kicks out! Dune grabs her head, gets her up… Inverted DDT! Nice move! He then starts a Dragon Sleeper.
Freddy Whoa: She may tap-out, Dune is making a lot of pressure…
Gravedigger: Price enters the ring… WHAT A KICK IN DUNE’S HEAD!
Price gets near Dune and applies a Single Leg Boston Crab. He holds it for a while but Chelsea gets up so he starts punching her. He lifts her up… Scoop Slam! Meanwhile, Dune is up, pushes Jayson to the ropes… Spear! And he sends him outside the ring! He leaves the ring, gets Jayson up, pushes him… Price reverses it! DUNE HITS THE RING POST! DUNE IS BLEEDING! Chelsea Armstrong leaves the ring, hits Price in the belly… Enzuigiri! Price falls, Chelsea runs towards him… Body press! She gets him in the ring, covers him…
Zach Davis: Almost three! Jayson Price kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Dune is still outside, his head is a mess.
Gravedigger: All we can see on Dune’s face is blood! He is in bad shape!
Chelsea Armstrong mounts Price and punches him many times. He then reverses it and punches her. She stops punching him, gets up, runs to the ropes, goes towards Price… Snap Powerslam! Nice counter by "The South Street Menace"! He gets near her and starts a Hangman's Clutch. She screams in pain, trying to reach the ropes… She does! Price breaks the maneuver. Dune is up!!! He manages to enter the ring, runs to Price… DUST DEVIL!!!!!!!!!! THAT MUST BE IT! Dune crawls and puts his arm on Price’s chest…
Thr-NO! CHELSEA INTERRUPS THE COUNTING! She gets Dune up applies a Irish Whip against the corner, runs towards him… Corner Splash! Dune gets dizzy, she runs to the ropes… Clothesline on Dune! He gets up, she grabs his neck and arm… DEVILS WING! She covers Dune!
Price kicks Chelsea! He gets her up, locks her head, grabs her arm… Snap Suplex! He then goes near Dune that is getting up… Enzuigiri! Dune rolls outside the ring, grabbing his head in pain. Price turns to Chelsea… ANOTHER ENZUIGIRI BY CHELSEA! Price falls she goes for the cover!
Zach Davis: Price lifts his shoulder up! Impressive!
Freddy Whoa: This match is being awesome!
Gravedigger: These three are showing what WCF is made of. What a brutal match!
Chelsea gets Price up… Legsweep! Price is in pain so Chelsea starts a Sleeper Hold. He tries to escape punching Armstrong but she holds the maneuver. Dune enters the ring, Chelsea breaks the submission hold… Short-arm Clothesline! She gets up… Reverse Roundhouse Kick by Dune!!!! She falls, he rests for a bit while she is getting up… She gets up turns to Dune… HOURGLASS!!!! COVER!
Thr-NO!!! CHELSEA KICKS OUT!!!
Zach Davis: I thought the match was over!
Freddy Whoa: How the hell did she lift her shoulder?!
Gravedigger: Dune is furious…
Dune sends Chelsea outside the ring. Price comes from behind, lifts Dune up… Atomic Drop! And Price sends Dune outside the ring too! He leaves the ring, grabs Dune’s head… He sends it against the barrier! But look! Chelsea runs to Price… Arm Drag! Price falls! They are fighting near the announcers’ table, Chelsea puts Price above the table, climbs the turnbuckle…
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOAA!!!! CHELSEA JUMPS TOWARDS PRICE AND HITS AN ELBOW DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!
Gravedigger: The crowd goes crazy!!! Listen to them!!!
Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome! This is awesome!
The three wrestlers are down for a while. Chelsea is the first one to slowly get up, puts Price in the ring, covers him…
Jayson kicks out!!!! Chelsea gets mad and complains to the referee saying he did a slow count. Price comes from behind… School Boy!
Chelsea lifts her shoulder! Dune enters the ring, goes towards Price… PRICE CHECK ON DUNE!!! OH MY GOD!!! He is knocked out but Chelsea starts punching Price and hits a strong Clothesline. She goes near his head… DEATH’S GRIP LOCKED IN!!!
Zach Davis: Price may tap-out right there!!!
Freddy Whoa: He is in a hard situation…
Gravedigger: Price is getting up!
Price gets up and interrupts the Death’s grip. He goes near Chelsea… Release Belly-To-Belly Suplex!!! He covers her…
She kicks out! Dune gets up, kicks Price… Cradle Piledriver!!!! He covers him...
He kicks out!
Dune gets Price up, kicks him in the belly… SANDSTORM!!!!! COVER!
Chelsea gets up, tries to break the cover…
DING DING DING!
Gravedigger: IT’S OVER! DUNE WINS!
Kyle Steel: Here’s your winner… DUUUUUUUNEEE!!!
Zach Davis: Impressive match by those three!
Freddy Whoa: Dune advances on the Trilogy Cup!
Zach Davis: Up next, two former members of Pantheon collide, as the Inveterate Confederate, Johnny Reb, seeks some measure of revenge against the returning Skyler Striker for his actions last week!
Gravedigger: I hope Reb crushes him good.
"Hands" by The Almost begins playing over the speakers; “With our hands held high we're screaming..." And a die-hard section of the crowd screams "whoa-oh whoa-oh oh", in doing so introducing Skyler Striker. Striker steps out from behind the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, soaking in the reaction from the WCF Galaxy.
Freddy Whoa: It's been a while since Skyler's been seen in the WCF, but it sounds like some people have missed him. You've got to wonder if ring rust is gonna be a problem, though.
Striker begins making his way down the ramp, a focused, determined expression on his face. Suddenly, Johnny Reb vaults over the barricade with a steel chair in hand, and comes up behind Skyler as he reaches the bottom of the ramp. A shot to the back drives Striker forward, and he falls against the ring apron. Dark Johnny moves in for another swipe with the chair, but Skyler fends him off with a kick to the gut. Reb staggers back and Striker explodes away from the apron, tackling the Dark Inveterate to the ground, where he begins to unload with a series of punches aimed at the ribs. Dark Johnny wallops Skyler with the chair to knock him loose, then opts to use his fists as well, and starts pummeling Striker. Reb stands up, dragging Skyler with him, then Irish whips Striker into the ringpost. Johnny gives chase, but Skyler reacts quickly, and takes Reb down with a drop toe hold.
Zach Davis: A vicious attack from Johnny Reb before the match had even begun has now degenerated into an all out brawl at ringside!
Gravedigger: Awesome! More matches should turn out this way.
Freddy Whoa: This ain't a match, it's a fight!
Gravedigger: I'm not hearing a difference.
Striker pounces, trying to lay in a few forearms clubs while Johnny's still down, but Reb rolls over and covers up, and plants a boot against Skyler's chest to shove him away. Dark Johnny kips to his feet as Striker hits the floor and rolls back to a vertical base, and the two collide amidst a flurry of punches that furiously flails its way around the outside of the ring. Skyler begins to take the upper hand, so to speak, when Reb jabs him in the eye with a thumb. Striker pulls back, but Johnny doesn't let him get far; the Dark Inveterate takes hold of Skyler by the back of the head, and drives him face first into the announce table. Then again, and then a third time. Striker blocks a fourth attempt, but Reb immediately switches tactics, and hits him with a knife edge chop that lights up Skyler's chest. Another chop backs Striker up a step, and Johnny whips him into the security barricade. Skyler leans heavily against the railing, and stands up just as Reb comes barreling in with a massive lariat that takes both men into the crowd.
Zach Davis: We haven't seen this level of aggression from Johnny Reb in some time; he's usually more of an aerial performer.
Gravedigger: I don't care if he's flying through the air, or using a Singapore cane; as long as he's beating the shit out of Skyler Striker, I'm happy.
Freddy Whoa: What's your problem with Striker?
Gravedigger: December, Twenty Twelve. Enough said.
Johnny pulls Striker up to his feet again, but Skyler throws off the Dark Inveterate's grip, and fires off a haymaker that sets Reb stumbling back against the security rail. Striker charges in, no doubt looking for a lariat of his own, but Johnny ducks down, and throws Skyler back over the barricade with a back body drop. Reb unseats a fan and folds up the chair, which he then throws onto the downed Striker. Dark Johnny climbs up onto the barricade, then leaps off with an elbow drop that drives the unforgiving steel chair down into the sternum of Skyler. Relentless, Reb drags Striker back up, and slams his face into the ringpost, then drags him around the corner of the ring, and slams Skyler's face into the apron, before spinning around and throwing Striker over the announce table. Anticipating such an action, Gravedigger is already out of the way, his Epitome of Commentary mug in one hand. Zach Davis manages to hit the deck in time to avoid injury, but Freddy Whoa gets clipped in the side of the head by an errant foot.
Gravedigger: Ha! Sucker! Too slow, Whoa!
The Dark Inveterate retrieves the chair he stole from a fan, while Skyler drags himself over the announce table. Striker pushes himself up, looking around for Reb, and takes a chair shot to the face that lays him out on the table. Johnny climbs up onto the ring apron with chair in hand, then takes things to another level as he climbs up to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! He can't be thinking what I think he's thinking! You think?
Zach Davis: Whatever he's thinking, it can't be good for Skyler Striker.
Gravedigger: In that case, I like it already.
The Dark Inveterate stands straight up on the top turnbuckle, chair raised over his head, then does the unthinkable and soars through the air toward Striker's prone form on the announce table. An inverted backflip, combined with a full horizontal barrel roll; the corkscrew Shooting Star Press lights up in a strobe effect from thousands of cameraphones snapping pictures of Johnny Reb dropping some Southern Discomfort on Skyler Striker. The chair-assisted elbow drop portion of the dazzling maneuver shatters the announce table, and possibly both men as well; neither man moves among the twisted wreckage. The referee who had been utterly useless up until this point, slips out of the ring to check on the two combatants, then has a few words with the timekeeper and Kyle Steel. Steel grabs a microphone, and climbs into the ring to address the crowd, as EMTs come down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a No Contest, as neither participant is able to compete in an official capacity.
Zach Davis: Well, I don't know about you, but I feel cheated. I was looking forward to seeing Skyler Striker back in action.
Gravedigger: You've got to be the only one. Far as I'm concerned, Reb did us all a huge favor.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe. But he sure didn't do himself any favors, tonight.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed American Airlines Arena. 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. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play. 13 seconds later the high-hats come through. Seven seconds later the drums are blaring through.
Gravedigger: YES!! Old school Oblivion!! Here we go. This is gonna get nasty!!
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 wearing gray stone colored psuedo-armor. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
I flew beyond the sun before it was time
There are twelve HUGE muscular individuals on each side of the entrance ramp. They look like as if they were carved out of stone. They are wearing leather armor and they have their left arm across on their chests. They hold, at an angle a long metal spear, at their side. As Oblivion walks down the ramp, The "Monster Troop" roars out...
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Freddy Whoa: Whooooooooaa.
Zach Davis: Exactly.
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion gives the camera an instant cold hard, but brief stare. Oblivion continues to walk down the ramp. until IT gets to the bottom, of the ramp. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm into the air. Lightning strike fill the American Airlines Arena. Thunder rolls.
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Gravedigger: Oblivion means business!!
Zach Davis: There's a different look in the eyes of The Monster.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow has brought something evil from deep inside Oblivion.
Gravedigger: God save us all!!
Zach Davis: When Oblivion gets creepy and demonic, there's no stopping The Monster... The God of Insanity!!
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 Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder continues to rumble and mock lightning continues to flash. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the screeching, but hypnotic sounds of the guitar comes through, the entire crowd seems to be in a trance and continues to sway along with the music, as some bounce their heads along with the music.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
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.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to be one epic battle
Zach Davis: A battle for the ages. Scarecrow and Oblivion have been at each other's throats, for awhile now. Playing mind games with one another. What do YOU think Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: ..... Rip his fucking head off Oblivion!
The house lights dim. The sound of crows cawing echoes throughout the arena, red spotlights dancing across the screaming faces of those in attendance. The ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo. Then, silence.
A moment later. Heeled footsteps, as Scarecrow’s manager, Roxxi Chainsaw strides onto the stage. She’s dressed in her traditional Gothic attire.
She recites the Scarecrow mantra, with some slight changes. The crowd joining in:
“A murder of crows is gathering, the fields are ripe to reap. The days of sin, follow the wind, with promises to keep.”
“And in those fateful hours, when his dawn shall duly rise. The Scarecrow shall guard us, from the monster’s lies"
“Men of straw they cower, fall and fear the flame. Yet Scarecrow is the one, who embraces the sun. Let Oblivion burn in flames.”
Roxxi raises her hands as the stage is engulfed in a synchronistic series of fireballs. As the impressive display of pyrotechnics subsides, A CHOPPER MOTORCYCLE, ridden by the Scarecrow, is revving up on the stage. Scarecrow is dressed in a hoodie; over which he’s wearing a leather biker waistcoat, on the back is the insignia of his fathers old gang, “The Iron Crows” Beneath this he’s dressed in cut off combat pants, black knee pads, wrestling boots and kick pads. His hands are tapped more than usual and he’s wearing pads on both arms as added protection.
Crow raises one hand as he begins to rev the bike down the ramp, now engulfed with red smoke.
The crowd breaks into cheers.
SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
To one side of the stage, a red spotlight appears. Gathered there is the band, “Mad at Gravity”, who begin to play a live rendition of the track, “Burn”.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time please welcome, live on stage, performing this matches title track, “Burn”, This is...Mad at Gravity!
“SET THIS PLACE ON FIRE, LET THE FLAMES RISE HIGHER!”
Plumes of red smoke follow the Scarecrow’s cycle as it guns out of “hell” towards the squared circle.
Crow stops at the foot of the ring. Revs the engine, his glare focused on Oblivion inside the ring. Crow doesn’t blink, simply stares. Cold. Emotionless.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty three pounds! From The lost highways of America! He is KING MURDAHHH, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
Crow begins to remove his waistcoat and jacket, points at Oblivion, synchronized with the music.
“LET IT BURNNNN! LET IT BURNNNN!”
Zach Davis: Chills running down my spine here, you could cut the tension with a knife. I've never seen Crow this focused before. I think he means to do it. I think he means to kill Oblivion.
“LET IT BURNNNN! LET IT BURNNNN!”
Gravedigger: Easier said than done. One is a God, the other’s just a biker's son with a mean stare.
Freddy Whoa: My money is on Scarecrow.
Gravedigger: They let you have money?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What the?!
Zach Davis: Gentlemen, Scarecrow has entered the ring, and is sizing up to the monster.
Freddy Whoa: So much at stake and they will be well done for sure with those flames!
Zach Davis: It’s hell on Earth here. Oblivion is right at home though and you have to wonder if he has an advantage.
Gravedigger: Of course it’s an advantage. Scarecrow’s doomed. Did anyone bring any BBQ stuff?
The bell rings and Oblivion’s red, sweaty face grins at Scarecrow who just responds with a stern glare. The flames on the ropes burn with great energy whilst the metal of the flamethrower reflects the flashes of thousands of cameras. Oblivion begins to laugh at Scarecrow with his tongue out, licking his fingers and holding them above the flames that hiss upon contact.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow is well and truly in the devil’s playground here
Zach Davis: It’s the stuff of nightmares but I think Scarecrow has the mental strength to fight through these mind games by the Monster
Gravedigger: Nah he’s fucked. Crow is getting incinerated.
Oblivion looks up at the military hardware and starts to drool. Scarecrow takes this opportunity quickly and lunges towards him, pressing him against the turnbuckle. The flames shoot up into the air and Scarecrow hits Oblivion with a few lefts and rights followed by a sharp elbow to his jaw. Oblivion responds with a headbutt. He shoves Scarecrow away and then clotheslines him to the mat. Scarecrow is quickly back up though and hits Oblivion with a dropkick who remains upright but staggers, until Scarecrow bounces off the ropes and floors Oblivion with a flying clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow wins the opening melee here
Zach Davis: All about sussing each other out. With so much at stake neither dare take too many risks early on
Gravedigger: Ah finally!
He looks over his shoulder as a guy with a carrier bag of various different meats holds it over the barrier and gives it to Gravedigger in exchange for a ten dollar bill.
Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger what are you doing?
Gravedigger: It’s barbeque time baby!
He takes out a packet of sausages and sticks one on the end of a poker. He then holds it above the flames on the bottom rope. Scarecrow looks up at the flamethrower and then back down at Oblivion who is getting up, he floors him back down with a Yakuza kick and starts to climb the ladder in the centre of the ring. The crowd cheer him on as he scales it rung by rung. Oblivion sits bolt upright and grabs the metal holding the two halves of the ladder together. In one motion he snaps it, and then does the same to the one on the other side. Scarecrow falls of the ladder and Oblivion catches him in a gorilla press position. He walks over to the ropes and simply tips Scarecrow onto them, he screams out in pain as the flames burn him and he rolls to the outside.
Freddy Whoa: Feel the burn. Ouch. Not over yet though, you need to set your opponent alight with the flamethrower to get the victory here!
Zach Davis: Yeah and that ladder is fucked. No way is Oblivion climbing that, it’ll just buckle under his weight
Gravedigger: Do you fucking mind Scarecrow? Trying to have a BBQ here.
Scarecrow gets up and grabs a damp cloth near a bucket next to the announce table. He holds it on his burns and looks up at Oblivion who is actually attempting to climb the ladder.
Freddy Whoa: No Oblivion! There’s no way!
He gets about two thirds of the way up and reaches for the flamethrower which is just beyond his fingertips
Zach Davis: So close! Can he get to it?
He takes one more step up and actually grabs the handle of the flamethrower
Gravedigger: He’s got it! Has he?!
The ladder then implodes from the top and Oblivion loses his grip.
Freddy Whoa: No!!
He plummets down and his face collides with the top of the ladder as it hits the ground. He bounces off it and rolls off clutching his nose
Zach Davis: That was pretty close but he was the victim of his own sabotage there
Scarecrow breathes a sigh of relief and picks up the bucket of water, before pouring its entire contents over him. He brings the bucket with him and carefully climbs the turnbuckle. His wet skin prevents him from being burned again. Oblivion gets to his feet and Scarecrow leaps, covering the Monster’s head with the bucket as he lands. He then grabs one half of the ladder which seperates easily and swings it brutally into the bucket on Oblivion’s head. He staggers to the side, and then Scarecrow throws the ladder in the air and dropkicks it into his head again causing the Beast to fall backwards with the ladder on top of him.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow the ever resourceful!
Zach Davis: What a way to gain momentum in this hellacious contest!!
Gravedigger: Okay hot dog up! You hungry Freddy? Zach?
They both nod and excitedly look at Gravedigger
Gravedigger: Sorry. No faggots allowed at Gravedigger’ Barbeque.
He stuffs the sausage in his mouth and gets another to roast whilst Scarecrow throws the ladder half over the top rope. He takes a few steps back and quickly slides under the bottom rope. He lifts the apron up and pulls out another ladder. Oblivion is still down under the ladder and bucket. Scarecrow takes out another ladder and slides this one into the ring, before setting the first one up on the outside. Oblivion starts to stir and lifts the bucket off his head before discarding it through the ropes. He shoves the ladder half away and gazes at Scarecrow who is climbing the ladder on the outside. Oblivion crawls forward and as Scarecrow leaps over the top rope he smacks him with an absolute haymaker of a punch, knocking him out instantly.
Freddy Whoa: Bam! What a punch by the Monster. Crow is absolutely outcold.
Zach Davis: Fucking hell. I wonder if Scarecrow even has a jaw left after that
Gravedigger: And it’s over! Who wants a celebratory steak?
Oblivion sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring but instead of climbing it he looks with great lust at Scarecrow’s fallen body. He grabs the ladder and straddles it over the burning ropes. He then closes it just enough for it to remain upright. With ease, he lifts up Scarecrow and drapes him over the top of the ladder. His upper half draped over one side, his lower half the other. He then motions to the officials on the outside for the gas to be turned up. They shake their heads and protest against him.
Freddy Whoa: Holy fuck! It looks like Scarecrow is going to be the celebratory steak!
Zach Davis: Someone needs to stop this damn match! This is sick! This is masochism!
Gravedigger: This…is fucking tasty.
He takes a bite out of a barely cooked steak whilst the officials continue to argue with Oblivion, who yells at the top of his voice and simply climbs over the top rope, not flinching at all. He grabs one of the officials around the throat and chokeslams him to the ground. The other one runs away before he can suffer the same fate. Oblivion grabs the controls for the fire and turns them up full blast, Scarecrow is enveloped in flames but regains consciousness in time to wriggle off the ladder and hit the ground, where he squirms in agony. Oblivion laughs loudly and returns the flames back to their normal state
Freddy Whoa: Oh my God! He really is a monster!!
Zach Davis: I told you. Oblivion is in his own front room here
Gravedigger: He’s not cooked enough Obi!! Another five minutes at that heat should do it!
Oblivion looks down at Scarecrow, whose clothes have burned away in patches revealing dark red blotches on his skin. He lifts him up on to his shoulders and powerbombs him against the hard surface of the apron. He laughs again and lifts up the apron, revealing a 2x4 with a rag on one end tied up tightly. He holds it above the flames and it sets alight instantly.
Freddy Whoa: Oh…my God
Zach Davis: Oh shit. Oblivion has fire in his hands now.
Gravedigger: Pork chop?
Oblivion waits for Scarecrow to stand, which he does with extreme effort. He then whacks the flaming 2x4 right into the back of his head, and as he hits the ground he sends another blow to his spine.
Freddy Whoa: Well that’s it. No way is Scarecrow recovering from this
Zach Davis: Oblivion is getting a World Title Shot. Can you imagine if he becomes World Champ? This place will be burned to the ground…
Gravedigger: Hey Obi come and get some!
Oblivion throws the 2x4 down and it is quickly extinguished by an official. He walks around the ring to where the announcers are and looks under the apron, taking out a canister of petroleum.
Freddy Whoa: Oh no, no! No! No! Oblivion come on!! Just get in the ring and get the flamethrower! There’s no need to carry on with this…this evil!
Zach Davis: You’re wasting your breath
Gravedigger: Oh shut up Freddy, you didn’t wanna see a guy get burned you should have stayed at home!
Oblivion returns to Scarecrow…who has disappeared. He shouts at a nearby official demanding him to tell him his whereabouts. He shrugs his shoulders and receives a boot to the face for his trouble.
Freddy Whoa: Hey..hey! There he is! It’s Scarecrow!!
Scarecrow crawls out from under the apron behind Oblivion with another 2x4. He sets it alight and swings it straight in to the petrol can.
Zach Davis: HOLY…
The resulting explosion is massive and causes the first few rows of audience members to fall backwards. The explosion snaps the ropes and the attached turnbuckles fall to the outside, leaving just one side of the ring with ropes. The fireball reaches the ceiling and fizzles out. Oblivion and Scarecrow lay absolutely motionless. The Monster with severe burns down one side of his body.
Freddy Whoa: …Shit!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
The apron on one side is ablaze and is quickly extinguished.
Freddy Whoa: Well Ladies and Gentlemen if you are just joining us, this has literally just happened. Oblivion was carrying a can of petroleum and Scarecrow, in one desperate…attempt to well, save his life exploded it with a burning 2x4 and this scene of utter devastation is the result.
Zach Davis: This match must be called off surely. Ring the damn bell!
Gravedigger: It’s a no DQ Inferno match you idiot! This is just part and parcel!
Zach Davis: Half the damn ring is destroyed!!
Medical staff start to bring equipment down the ramp including stretchers and oxygen machines. They lift the competitors on to the stretchers and fit them with oxygen masks.
Freddy Whoa: Well I’m afraid this…well this entire night might be over folks. Sorry to disappoint you. I can’t see any way that this can continue. It’ll take them enough time to rebuild the ring.
Zach Davis: You’re right. Have we even been informed that Scarecrow and Oblivion are even alive?
Gravedigger sits on the announce table and munches on a pork chop watching the events unfold. The crowd applaud rapturously on their feet as Scarecrow and Oblivion are carried up the ramp towards the stage and out of sight. A couple of officials exchange words in the time keepers area. One of them moves his hand in a cut-throat motion at his neck to the announcers.
Freddy Whoa: Well sadly that’s it folks.
Zach Davis: There was just too much at stake. I think that was the crux of it. People like Oblivion and Scarecrow are willing to do anything…ANYTHING it takes to achieve their goals and if it means utter destruction then so be it. I think-
Freddy Whoa: Sorry Zach I think we can go backstage to Hank Brown who has just arrived at the ambulance where Scarecrow and Oblivion will leave the arena. Hank?
The titantron shows Hank who is short of breath arrive in a crowd of medical staff
Hank Brown: Thanks Freddy. There any barbeque left Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: As I said. No faggo-
Freddy Whoa: You wanna tell us what the fuck is going on Hank?!
Hank snaps to attention
Hank Brown: Well we’ve just arrived at the scene and there is some real commotion here. I’m going to try and get a little closer to the ambulance. Excuse me
He barges his way through and then stops at the stretchers…that are both empty
Hank Brown: Where the fuck did they-
The crowd absolutely erupt in excitement as Oblivion and Scarecrow appear on stage exchanging blows. Their clothes burnt to ribbons.
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD!! IT’S THEM!! IT’S THEM!!!
Zach Davis: How the…
Gravedigger just chews on a piece of fat with a massive smile on his face.
Oblivion and Scarecrow continue to just land blow after blow at each other until they are both on the side of the stage. Oblivion runs at Scarecrow, who with incredible strength, manages to flip him up and over his head, leaving Oblivion plummeting off the stage and into a skip filled with pieces of broken table. He lands with a crack.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS AWESOME!!
Freddy Whoa: This…
Zach Davis: Is…
Gravedigger chews and swallows the fat and clears his throat
Scarecrow looks up at the fans and raises his arms who stand and do the same.
Crowd: LET’S GO SCARECROW!! LET’S GO SCARECROW!!
He lowers his arms and makes his way to what’s left of the ring as quickly as he can. He climbs on to the canvas and in his absolute exhaustion forgets he needs a ladder. He exits and pulls one out before sliding it into the ring. Oblivion staggers down the ramp and crawls into the ring.
Scarecrow sets the ladder up and starts to climb the ladder as smoke starts to appear from under the ring. Officials lift the apron up and a big cloud of smoke exits from underneath it.
Freddy Whoa: Oh Christ now what??
Zach Davis: Something’s on fire under the ring
Gravedigger: Uh oh
He hops over the announce table and crouches down behind it. Oblivion starts to climb the other side of the ladder as Scarecrow nears the top. There is an almighty explosion under the ring and a jet of flame bursts through the canvas revealing a gaping hole which looks like a door to hell.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is under that ring?!?!
Zach Davis: Christ knows but I think we need a damn auditor in soon!!
Gravedigger: Is it safe?
Oblivion and Scarecrow exchange blows and reach for the gun at the same time. Scarecrow headbutts Oblivion and then slaps at his heavily burned skin causing the Monster to scream in agony. He then wraps his hand around his throat…
Freddy Whoa: No..not the Crowbreaker!?! Off the top of the fucking ladder?!
Zach Davis: Do it!! Come on Scarecrow!!
Gravedigger: No!! Come on Oblivion!!
He chokeslams Oblivion off the top of the ladder and he lands in the burning hole in the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD!!!!!
Scarecrow absorbs the crowd’s elation and takes down the flamethrower. He awkwardly hops down and blasts Oblivion with the flames as finally…finally the bell is rung. He throws the flamethrower aside and just falls to the ground exhausted.
Ding Ding Ding!!
Freddy Whoa: He did it!! He did it!! Scarecrow will face Odin Balfore at Explosion, and my God has he won at Oblivion’s game here. Incredible
The crowd are on their feet as Kyle Steel composes himself
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner…Scarecrow!!
Zach Davis: What an absolutely incredible match. Unbelievable. Oblivion has lost out on a title shot and I dread to think what monster we are going to see arise from those ashes in the next couple of weeks.
Gravedigger: Well I never thought a Gravedigger Barbeque would be upstaged but fuck…it has!
An absolute army of officials and medical staff storm down the ring and rebuild as we fade out.
We cut backstage to Seth Lerch.
Seth Lerch: Fans, I regret to inform you that due to the injuries sustained earlier tonight at the hands of Joey Flash, Deuce Murdock is indeed injured. Indefinitely.
Booing and disappointment from the live crowd.
Seth Lerch: Which means I must unfortunately strip him of the United States Title.
More booing. Seth is using sad words but he's obviously not sad at all.
Seth Lerch: That said, as much as I love tournaments, there will NOT be a tournament to crown a new Champion. Instead, we're going to cut right to the chase. I'm going to be booking a match for Slam with the vacant United States Championship on the line! Who's going to be in it?
Seth does his best Lex Luger impression.
Seth Lerch: I DON'T KNOW! But we'll crown a new US Champion and that's what matters. See you at Slam!
We go to a hype package for our main event.
Freddy Whoa: Coming up next... is about as WHOA as it gets.
The lights in the arena go black. A cheer comes up from the crowd and then mates with a chant, a MASSIVE IRREPRESSIBLE chant from every corner of the arena, from every poon and thick in attendance tonight.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall... and whoever scores the pinfall in the match will become the WCF WORLD CHAMPION! Not only that, but the winning team will become the WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
Crowd: POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS!
The excitement reaches a fever pitch. The fans froth at their collective mouths in anticipation of the thick shit that's bout it bout it, ready to cum in mere moments, though they're still shrouded in darkness save for cellphone flash bulbs so y'all can't really see it but y'all can feel it. The giddy aura of the WCF Universe is instantly impregnated by the sound of a gunshot.
"Natural Born Killaz" by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube tears through the PA system like the thickness does the poon. Simultaneously, the lights come back up in full-on strobe mode with red and green flashing all about the building in every which way. White people be dancin' the Jitterbug, but hey-- at least they gettin down to them thick gangsta rap sounds. The entire crowd is vibing, smoking phat blunts, tippin them forties, motorboatin' the biggest and baddest titties.
Kaz Mazy and Bobby Cairo emerge in the crowd, being led toward the ring by their manager Bolts Quackenbush, who's waving that Old Glory Poon Guinean Flag with the hammer and sickle and them fifty stars and thirteen bars.
Zach Davis: The Poondock Saints are in the house!
Freddy Whoa: Thickest entrance in this business today, Zach. Look at them white folk dancin' the Jitterbug. Crazy ass white folk.
Bitches be gettin their twerk on as Dre and Cube pay tribute with homicidal lyrics. Bolts hurdles over the fan barrier, never wavering from that flag but waving it like the proud military veteran that he be. Cairo and Mazy hop over the barrier and present a united front as they wait for their match to begin.
Crowd: POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS!
Bolts whipping that flag into a frenzy to accommodate the patriotic legions in attendance.
Zach Davis: Godfatherdamn, I'm proud to be a Poon Guinean.
Freddy Whoa: Me too, Zach. Me too. Ain't no Poon Guineans ever held my ancestors as slaves. Just smashed that molten nigress poon, and that's alright with me. Hell, I do the same Godfatherdamn thang. Not with my ancestors, but you catch my drift.
Zach Davis: Yeah I do, Freddy. Yeah I do, and I wish I was as thick as you.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first... they are the WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... KAZ MAZY... BOBBY CAIRO... THE POONDOCK SAINTS!
The crowd collectively orgasms.
Freddy Whoa: Uh... cleanup in aisle one, two, three-- shit, all the aisles.
Gravedigger: Isn't that your job?
Freddy Whoa: No! I'm a full-time commentator now, Diggy. You know that. My janitorial days are behind me.
Zach Davis: You were a WCF janitor?
Freddy Whoa: I dunno. Maybe. Who cares? Cuz I'm black?
Zach Davis: Uh... aren't most janitors Hispanic?
Gravedigger: Watch it Zach!
The opening sample of "So Whatcha Want" by Beastie Boys fills the arena as the lights dim. When the song kicks in, strobelights flash throughout the arena and a spotlight hits the entrance. Buddy Roman takes the stage, followed by Natural ICE Beckman and Zombie McMorris. Buddy stands before them with a proud smile. The two men taunt the crowd for a few moments until a series of pyros explode and they are led to the ring by Buddy. Buddy opens his suit jacket to reveal a "#TEAMSTEVEN" t-shirt, and he's also carrying a framed photo of Steve Orbit as a child which he hugs onto tight.
Zach Davis: The Vapor Kings team entrance, rarely seen.
Freddy Whoa: If you ask me, it's a show of unity. Z-MAC could win the World Title here tonight, and this is there way of sayin' it ain't no thang.
Gravedigger: Not with Buddy Roman at the head of the table. With his mentorship, the Vapor Kings are indestructable as a team. They have a familial bond that cannot be broken.
Freddy Whoa: Uh... what about Steve Orbit, though?
Gravedigger: What about him? He's taking a well-deserved break.
Freddy Whoa: But he walked out on the Vapor Kings at Payback, and he's been seen in New York with Jonny Fly!
Gravedigger: Do you believe everything you read on the Internet?
Freddy Whoa: Well... no, but--
Gravedigger: Very insensitive, Freddy. Buddy Roman is a grieving father. Just shut the hell up for once, you black asshole.
Zach Davis: Whoa Digger!
Freddy Whoa: Stop stealing my lines, Zach!
In the ring, the ref takes the Tag belts from the Poondock Saints, and takes the World title from ICE. He holds up the Tag belts with one hand and the World title belt with his other.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents... "THE COKED UP MAD MAN" ZOMBIE MCMORRIS... and the WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... NATURAL ICE BECKMAN!
The ref calls for the bell-- but before it can ring, both teams collide in the center of the ring!
DING DING DING
Kaz goes straight for Z-MAC and Bobby towards ICE. They collide swinging fists. Furious fists. Fast and furious fists are being thrown with reckless abandon. Z-MAC thumbs Kaz's eye and drops him with a clothesline, meanwhile Bobby Cairo and ICE tumble over the top rope.
Zach Davis: Looks like Kaz Mazy and Zombie McMorris will start things off.
Z-MAC with another clothesline as Kaz gets up but Kaz ducks it and hits a series of kicks to Z-MAC's side and legs, followed by a dropkick. Z-MAC stumbles back towards the ropes, bounces off, and Kaz catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex! Kaz hops up and throws his arms in the air as the crowd cheers.
Freddy Whoa: Kaz Mazy is ready to do this!
Mazy pulls Z-MAC up and hits him with a right jab, left jab, kick to the leg. Right jab, left jab, kick to the leg. He goes in for another punch but Z-MAC blocks it, and the two men lock up. Z-MAC puts Mazy in a front facelock, but Mazy slips out and goes behind Z-MAC with a waistlock-- release German suplex! Both men roll back to their feet-- Z-MAC with a kick, but Mazy catches the leg and takes him down with a dragon screw!
Gravedigger: Damn, come on Zombie!
Freddy Whoa: Mazy's got a counter for everything Z-MAC has tried so far.
Z-MAC gets up to a knee-- Mazy charges forward with a running knee to the face!
Zach Davis: Hanging Dong!
Gravedigger: NO! Zombie dives out of the way!
Mazy stops short and turns around but Z-MAC catches him with a big boot! Mazy drops and Z-MAC tags ICE Beckman.
Zach Davis: Here comes the World champion!
Freddy Whoa: For now. He's got to have a lot weighing on his mind. His own Tag partner, his fellow Vapor King, could walk out of here as World champion tonight-- let alone Kaz or Cairo.
Gravedigger: Right, and he doesn't even have to be pinned in order to lose the belt. Not a good position for the World champ to be in. But the other side of that is, there's an opportunity to win Tag gold as well. It truly is Winner Takes All.
ICE enters and goes to work on Mazy with elbow shots. He follows up the elbows with a scoop slam... and a legdrop. ICE mounts Kaz Mazy and begins to hammer him with right hands.
Freddy Whoa: ICE is all business tonight, and for good reason.
Zach Davis: This is truly a fatal four way disguised as a tag team match. It's a four-way with two championships on the line. As Digger said, Winner Takes All.
Gravedigger: ICE isn't about to see his historic World title reign get taken away from him. Not like this. See that look in his eye? He's here to win at any cost.
ICE pulls Mazy off the mat and hits a swinging neckbreaker before covering for a pin.
Freddy Whoa: Mazy kicks out before two.
Gravedigger: Look at Bobby C, he was ready to run in. He's not letting this opportunity slip through his fingers either. So much hunger in this match.
ICE rolls to his feet, bringing Kaz up with him. He goes behind with a waistlock-- but Kaz with a back elbow. ICE stumbles back and Kaz with an enzuigiri! Kaz capitalizes, throwing ICE into the corner and hitting him with kicks to the ribs.
Freddy Whoa: Kaz Mazy has come into his own in the past couple of months. 2015 is gonna be a big year for this kid.
Gravedigger: Maybe, if he can step out of Bobby's shadow.
Kaz with a snap mare out of the corner, follows it up with a kick to the back. Still, ICE gets to his feet and Kaz charges at him, but ICE with a knee to the midsection that sends Kaz flipping over onto his back. ICE with a falling headbutt, followed by another. He drags Mazy by the leg into his corner where Z-MAC is waiting for a tag, and the tag is made. Z-MAC with an elbow drop to the inside of Kaz's leg before ICE lets go and exits the ring.
Zach Davis: We're still going to see some great Tag team wrestling tonight even with the title ramifications. I can tell you one thing, ICE would rather see Z-MAC take the World title than either of the Poondock Saints, and I'm sure Bobby and Kaz feel the same way about each other.
Z-MAC climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a knee drop to Kaz's skull. He covers him for a pin.
Freddy Whoa: No, Kaz kicks out at two. Two count.
Z-MAC pulls Kaz up and whips him into the corner. He puts his boot across his throat for a boot choke as the ref counts. Z-MAC takes his boot off at four to break the count, but then puts it right back. After another four count, he pulls Kaz up and lifts him vertically, stalling for a moment... he then drops him across the top rope, completing a slingshot suplex.
Gravedigger: Vapor Kings are tearing Kaz apart.
Z-MAC hits the ropes and comes back with a senton splash--
Zach Davis: Kaz rolls away!
Z-MAC gets back up but it's too late! Mazy dives for the tag to Bobby Cairo. Cairo runs into the ring and ducks a clothesline from Z-MAC-- Bobby hops up and rolls Z-MAC with a crucifix pin!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Almost got him, two count.
Gravedigger: How about that Coke on a Poll match last month at Payback between these two? Instant classic.
Both men roll to their feet but Cairo catches Zombie with a super kick! But Z-MAC doesn't go down. Cairo goes in and lifts him for a fallaway slam-- but Z-MAC lands on his feet. Cairo turns around and Zombie throws a right hand, Cairo ducks and slips behind him, locking in the Million Dollar Dream!
Freddy Whoa: Cairo going the submission route!
Gravedigger: I gotta say about Bobby Cairo, his technical prowess is underrated. Underrated.
Zach Davis: Underrated by who?! He's universally regarded as one of the greatest in-ring performers in WCF history. His nickname is the Godfather of Professional Wrestling!
Gravedigger: Yeah, but-- shut up, Zach.
Z-MAC flails around trying to break the hold, to no avail. After a few moments, he goes down on a knee, and he appears to be fading.
Freddy Whoa: Is Cairo gonna win the World title right now?!
But Z-MAC gets a second wind! A cocaine-feuled second wind, no doubt. He stands back up and begins to wiggle around... he's able to slide his chin under Cairo's arms, and he drops down to a seated position for a jawbreaker!
Gravedigger: Great reversal!
Freddy Whoa: Cocaine's a hell of a drug, amirite?
Z-MAC is weary but slowly gets up. Cairo rolls to his feet-- and goes for an R-CAIRO!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA-- NO! Z-MAC shoves Bobby Cairo away.
Cairo throws a right hand, but Z-MAC catches him and whips him to the ropes-- he catches Cairo with a corkscrew Tombstone on the return! And Z-MAC drops down for the pin.
Zach Davis: NO! Cairo kicks out at two.
Z-MAC pulls Cairo to his feet and hits him with clubbing blows to the back. He walks Cairo over to his corner and makes the tag to ICE Beckman. Beckman enters and the two men hit a double suplex to Cairo before Z-MAC exits.
Freddy Whoa: Here it is, rematch from One! ICE vs Cairo!
ICE throws Cairo into the corner and pummels him with body punches, before taking step back and hitting a running back elbow. The impact jars Cairo out of the corner and he stumbles forward into a dropkick from ICE. ICE pins Cairo off the dropkick.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout at two!
ICE gets to his feet and goes to pull up Cairo-- but Cairo with a rolling wheel kick from the mat!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
With ICE stunned, Cairo gets up and runs towards him, grabbing his head for a running bulldog. ICE shows his resilience by popping right back up, but Cairo grabs him for an inverted atomic drop! ICE stumbles, holding his groin. Cairo exits to the apron and springboards in with a Yazuka kick!
Gravedigger: Bobby C floored ICE with that kick!
Cairo scales the turnbuckles and yells out--
Bobby Cairo: OHHHH YEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!
He connects with the Macho Man elbow drop! And covers ICE for a pin.
Zach Davis: KICKOUT before two.
Freddy Whoa: Even after that series of offense from Cairo, not even a two count. ICE Beckman is superhuman. Or high and drunk as shit.
Gravedigger: That's the Vapor Kings' secret weapon. They've developed the perfect cocktail of booze and drugs to feel absolutely nothing yet still heighten awareness. Tons of guys have tried it throughout history, it's never worked-- until now.
Freddy Whoa: ... Interesting theory.
Gravedigger: Yeah. "Theory."
Cairo drags ICE to his corner and tags in Kaz Mazy. Cairo holds up ICE and Kaz enters the ring with a springboard roundhouse kick that sends ICE tumbling to the mat. Kaz rebounds off the ropes and as ICE gets back up... Kaz hits a dropsault! ICE falls to his knees, Kaz slips behind him with a waistlock and hits a Northern Lights suplex for a pin attempt!
Freddy Whoa: ICE kicks out at two!
Zach Davis: You know, Kaz Mazy has done a lot to make a name for himself here in WCF-- but tonight is his biggest test yet. It's all on the line here and he is in there with the absolute best that WCF has to offer.
Freddy Whoa: Right-- and just like the Tag Team titles match against Orbit and Z-MAC, Mazy will prove his worthiness tonight. He's doing it right now. Win or lose, this kid has all the tools of a bonafide main eventer. A couple years from now, people will look back at matches like this one and say-- that was where Kaz Mazy got hot. That's where he put in the work and became a legend.
Gravedigger: Jesus, why don't you go to the Poondocks locker room after the match and jerk the kid off. Get it out of your system. God. Yeah, the kid's good. He's alright. It's on him to make a name for himself, all I've seen is him riding on Bobby Cairo's coat tails. Let's see how he does when the stakes are high and there's no Godfather to lean on. Before we start throwing the word "legend" around.
Kaz with stiff kicks to ICE as he tries to get back up. Kaz whips ICE to the ropes and hops up for a Frankensteiner-- but ICE catches him and instead hits a running sitdown powerbomb!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Reversed into a running Beer Bong!
Gravedigger: This is why ICE Beckman has been the World Champion for almost a YEAR.
ICE rolls away from Kaz, catching his breath and shaking out the cobwebs. He slowly gets up and makes it to his feet. Kaz gets up and ICE hits him with a right hand. Kaz responds with a kick to the side. ICE with another right hand... Kaz with another kick to the side. ICE grabs Kaz and they lock up-- ICE goes behind Kaz and tries to lock in the Cocktailed Crossface!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Kaz slips out-- PELE KICK!
Kaz rocks ICE with a Pele kick! He hops up and grabs ICE's head and goes for a spinning Unprettier!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
But ICE is able to shift the momentum into his favor, he grabs Kaz mid-spin and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Zach Davis: What a counter by the World champion!
ICE dives, making the tag to Z-MAC. McMorris enters the ring and measures up Kaz as he gets to a knee-- Z-MAC charges with a punt kick!
Gravedigger: BOOT PARTY! Z-MAC almost kicked his freaking head off!
Freddy Whoa: Here's the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Cairo breaks up the pin-- and here comes ICE Beckman!
ICE pulls Bobby off of Z-MAC and the two men trade right hands before the ref gets between them and forces them to leave the ring. Meanwhile, Z-MAC drops a fist on Kaz, followed by another... and another. He pulls Kaz up and presses him over his head-- he goes to dump him over the top rope, but Kaz grabs the rope and holds on! And the struggle ensues.
Freddy Whoa: Good instinct by Kaz-- WHOA!
Kaz locks in a headscissors and launches Z-MAC through the ropes to the outside!
Zach Davis: Amazing counter by Kaz Mazy!
Freddy Whoa: I gotta say, these teams are evenly matched. As soon as one team gets the advantage, the other one counters and takes it back. This is what a main event should be, especially with so much at stake.
Gravedigger: Eh, it's just a matter of time before the Vapor Kings walk away with all the gold.
Z-MAC gets to his feet outside-- Kaz with a moonsault off the apron to the outside! Both men crash into the gaurdrail. Kaz slowly gets up... he pulls up Z-MAC and slams his head into the guardrail. The ref starts a ten count.
Kaz whips Z-MAC into the ring post. Kaz hops onto the steps-- and hits an Asai DDT into the ring steps!
Freddy Whoa: REPTILIAN ONTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Three... four... five... six...
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris is laid out-- but Kaz doesn't want a countout here.
Kaz rolls Z-MAC into the ring and follows him in, breaking the count. Kaz pins Z-MAC.
Gravedigger: NOT ENOUGH! Z-MAC kicks out before three!
Freddy Whoa: But that was close. Kaz Mazy was a half-second away from becoming World Champion.
Kaz drags Z-MAC into his corner by the legs. He tags Cairo who slingshots in with a legdrop across Zombie's throat. He pulls up Z-MAC and climbs the turnbuckles-- Tornado DDT! Cairo covers Z-MAC.
Freddy Whoa: NO, kickout at two!
Cairo pulls up Z-MAC and makes the tag back out to Kaz. Kaz enters and they lift Z-MAC... for a double brainbuster!
Zach Davis: This is where the Poondock Saints are so dangerous. They've been tagging for months.
Freddy Whoa: Well yeah-- they ARE the Tag Team champions, and they wanna keep it that way.
Gravedigger: Cairo has a love for tag team wrestling. Whether it's a rookie like Kaz or a vet like Odin Balfore, he's been responsible for breathing life into the Tag division more than once. He's here to protect that for sure.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, the World title wouldn't hurt either, right?
Kaz stomps out Z-MAC before rebounding off the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: COLD SUN-- NO!
Z-MAC rolls away from the front-flip double stomp! But Kaz lands on his feet-- and tags out to Cairo. Cairo enters the ring as Z-MAC gets to his feet--
Zach Davis: R-CAIRO! CAIRO NAILS IT!
Cairo drops down and pins Z-MAC.
Freddy Whoa: ICE BECKMAN BREAKS IT UP!
Zach Davis: He's not about to let the World title slip through his fingers!
ICE pulls Cairo off of Z-MAC and hammers him with forearm shots. Kaz enters the ring but the ref has already pulled ICE off and gives him a stern warning.
Gravedigger: Could anybody blame ICE if he took a DQ victory here? I mean, if it comes to that.
Freddy Whoa: That's a coward's way out!
Gravedigger: Hey, living to fight another day as World champion is something you couldn't understand Freddy. ICE is no coward, he's faced and defeated every challenge put in front of him.
Z-MAC and Cairo both slowly get up. They trade right hands in the middle of the ring. Z-MAC gets the upper hand, and Cairo is reeling--
Freddy Whoa: FALCON PUNCH!
Cairo is sent into the corner from the impact of the step-in straight punch.
Gravedigger: I think Bobby Cairo is seeing butterflies right now.
Z-MAC charges into the corner-- but Cairo gets his a foot up and kicks him in the face! Z-MAC stumbles backwards... and Cairo charges out of the corner and floors him with a roaring elbow!
Freddy Whoa: Cairo pins Z-MAC! Everything on the line!
AGAIN, ICE breaks up the pin. This time, Kaz is already in the ring and he pulls ICE off of Cairo before he can do much damage. The two men trade a few blows before ICE kicks Kaz in the gut-- and hits the spiked DDT!
Gravedigger: HANGOVER DDT TO KAZ MAZY!
Mazy rolls out of the ring. But when ICE turns around, Cairo is there--
Freddy Whoa: R-CAIRO! R-CAIRO TO THE WORLD CHAMPION!
ICE rolls out of the ring. But when Cairo turns around, Z-MAC kicks him in the gut--
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: YES! AXE WOUND! Z-MAC WITH THE PIN, NOBODY TO SAVE HIM!
Zach Davis: KICKOUT!!
Gravedigger: How did Bobby Cairo kick out?!
Freddy Whoa: Determination. Determination of a man who has been chasing this World title for a long time, Digger, only to see it slip away when he gets close. NOT TONIGHT.
Z-MAC pulls up Cairo. He hits him with a jab. Another jab and an uppercut. Cairo is reeling but he puts his fists up, he wants more. Z-MAC with another big right hand and Cairo falls to a knee, but gets back up. Cairo with a SLAP across Z-MAC's face!
Zach Davis: These two had a WAR last month at Payback. They both agreed it wasn't over between the two of them.
Freddy Whoa: It all gets settled tonight!
Z-MAC throws a right hand but Cairo ducks and hits Z-MAC with a body blow! Cairo with a flurry of punches to Zombie's midsection! He grabs Z-MAC and hooks his leg--
Gravedigger: IRRESISTIBLE BLISS!
Freddy Whoa: The PerfectPlex! Cairo might even do it more PERFECTLY than the originator! Here's the count!
Gravedigger: KICKOUT! Z-MAC KICKS OUT!
Freddy Whoa: What is it going to take to finish this match?!
Kaz and ICE are both back on the apron. They both want in. Cairo and Z-MAC are each spent. Z-MAC crawls towards ICE... and Cairo towards Kaz.
Zach Davis: Who's gonna get there first?
Z-MAC tags ICE! Z-MAC enters... just as Cairo tags Kaz! Kaz enters and charges towards ICE with a shoulder block! ICE shakes it off and Kaz goes to the ropes again, rebounding off with a crossbody-- but ICE counters with a snap powerslam!
ICE grabs Kaz's legs and wishbones them, before stomping him in the groin. He holds on to the legs and attempts to turn over Kaz--
Freddy Whoa: He's going for the Sharpshooter!
But Kaz shoves ICE away with his feet! Kaz kips up-- only to be caught by ICE and thrown across the ring with a T-Bone suplex!
Gravedigger: Damn! That hurt.
ICE grabs Kaz and viciously slams his head into the turnbuckle over and over again. Kaz stumbles out of the corner, ICE grabs him from behind and hits a German suplex, bridging for the pin.
Zach Davis: Kaz rolls out of the pin!
But ICE is right there to kick him in the head as he gets back up. ICE hits him with a couple of stiff punches before kicking him in the gut and putting him in a standing headscissors. He lifts him up like a piledriver...
Gravedigger: Box Wine Hangover, here it comes!
But Kaz shifts his weight! Kaz regains his footing and back body drops ICE!
ICE stumbles back up, Kaz grabs his head--
Freddy Whoa: LUBRICATION TWIST! Mazy with the pin!
Gravedigger: ICE KICKS OUT!
The crowd is on their feet. Cairo and Z-MAC are still resting outside the ring, nowhere near a tag. Kaz scales the turnbuckles...
Freddy Whoa: If this is what I think it is... we could have a new World champion right now!
Kaz leaps off with the corkscrew shooting star press!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: WHY WON'T CAN'T LET ME-- NO!
Gravedigger: ICE GETS HIS KNEES UP! YES!
Kaz rolls off of ICE, holding his gut. ICE shakes out the cobwebs before getting to his feet, bringing Mazy with him. He puts Mazy in the standing headscissors once again... lifts Mazy--
Gravedigger: BOX WINE HANGOVER! THERE IT IS!
ICE drops down, pinning Mazy.
Freddy Whoa: BOBBY CAIRO BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Gravedigger: Damn, he came from outta nowhere!
Cairo pulls up ICE--
Freddy Whoa: R-CAIRO!
But ICE blocks it, shoving Cairo away! Z-MAC is about to enter the ring, but the ref blocks him. Cairo exits to the apron just in time for Kaz to leap and tag him in!
Zach Davis: Cairo distracted ICE just long enough for Kaz to recover and tag out!
Freddy Whoa: Good strategy right there by the Tag Team champions. And once again we have the anticipated matchup of ICE Beckman and Bobby Cairo in the ring.
Cairo enters and goes on the defensive, as ICE attacks furiously with rights and lefts. ICE connects with a few body shots and then rocks Cairo with a headbutt. ICE rebounds off the ropes and takes Cairo down with a running back elbow.
Gravedigger: This is the beginning of the end. I can feel it. This is where ICE pins Cairo, AGAIN, and finishes this Poondock/Vapor Kings war once and for all.
ICE pulls Cairo off the mat and puts him in a standing headscissors--
Freddy Whoa: Cairo's in trouble!
But Cairo slips out and rolls up ICE Beckman!
Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT!
Zach Davis: That was close! Bobby Cairo almost won the World title with a roll up.
ICE and Cairo both get to their feet. They lock up, Cairo puts ICE in a front facelock. ICE twists out and wrings Cairo's arm. Cairo does a front flip to escape, drops to the mat and takes ICE down with a drop toehold-- and he starts to lock in the Cairopractor!
Freddy Whoa: ICE is fighting it!
Gravedigger: Come on Beckman!
But ICE scurries towards the ropes on his hands and grabs the ropes before Cairo can fully lock it in! The ref instructs Cairo to break the hold. Both men to their feet, Cairo with a superkick! But ICE ducks and takes Cairo down with a chopblock-- and he locks in the Cocktailed Crossface!
Zach Davis: What an amazing back and forth match. These are two of the greatest of our time-- of ANY time.
ICE barely has time to lock it in before Cairo grabs the bottom rope, and ICE is forced to break the hold.
Gravedigger: These guys are throwing everything they got at each other.
Freddy Whoa: They already had a five-star match at One. They know what to expect from each other. This is not going to be an easy win, not for anybody in this match.
Both men get to their feet once again. Cairo with a right hand, connects. ICE with a body blow, connects. Cairo with a headbutt, ICE returns it with a headbutt of his own... followed by another. ICE whips Cairo to the ropes-- Cairo ducks a clothesline and keeps running, rebounding off the ropes with a running knee attack!
Freddy Whoa: Right in the dome peice!
Freddy Whoa: Uh... in the head I mean!
ICE stumbles up--
Zach Davis: R-CAIRO!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! HERE'S THE COVER! NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Z-MAC runs into the ring...
But he's intercepted by Kaz Mazy!
Gravedigger: YES! KICKOUT! ICE BECKMAN KICKS OUT!
Freddy Whoa: Hell, he took what-- two, three R-CAIRO's at One?
Zach Davis: ICE Beckman is truly a World class competitor, no matter how you slice it.
ICE slowly gets to his feet. Cairo lays in with strong style kicks to his body as he tries to get up. Finally, he pulls ICE up and puts him in a headlock... he hooks the leg--
Freddy Whoa: IRRESISTABLE BLISS-- NO!
ICE slips out and lifts Cairo for a quick fallaway slam!
Gravedigger: Nice counter! Desperation kicking in right there.
Both men lay on the mat, breathing heavily. Cairo is the first one up. He approaches ICE and goes to pull him up... but ICE with an elbow to the gut! And another! Cairo is doubled over--
Freddy Whoa: HANGOVER DDT!
ICE spikes Cairo's head into the mat, dead center of the ring. He drops down for the pin.
Kaz runs into the ring..
But Z-MAC clotheslines him down!
Gravedigger: ICE RETAINS--
Freddy Whoa: NO!
Zach Davis: KICKOUT! BOBBY CAIRO KICKS OUT!
Both men lay on the mat, exhausted. Kaz and Z-MAC are back on the apron, ready to tag.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. That's all I can say... is whoa.
Zach Davis: This has been an incredible match-- but how will it end? Cairo's not giving up. ICE isn't giving up. Kaz and Z-MAC are hungry, they aren't giving up.
Both Cairo and Beckman crawl towards their respective corners...
Gravedigger: Whoever makes the tag first could win the match!
Freddy Whoa: It could also mean giving up the World Title if you're not the one to make the pin.
Both Beckman and Cairo make their tags! Mazy and McMorris meet in the center of the ring and begin trading blows. Despite being fresh, both men are worn out from a hard fought matchup. Eventually the strikes slow down. McMorris is able to throw Mazy to the ropes, and as Mazy comes back, McMorris lifts him up.
Zach Davis: ZOMBIE DROP!
No!, Mazy shifts his weight and is able to land behind McMorris.
Gravedigger: He's in position! HERE COMES THE LUBRICATION TWIST!
No!, McMorris shoves Mazy off, sending him into the ropes. Mazy comes back and McMorris goes for a FALCON PUNCH!, but Mazy ducks that. As Mazy is down for the duck, McMorris runs at him and goes for a Curb Stomp!, but Mazy avoids that too and runs to the ropes. Springboards.
Freddy Whoa: REPTILIAN!
He hits it! Mazy then quickly begins climbing to the top.
Zach Davis: HE'S GOING TO FINISH IT!
Once Mazy reaches the top, Beckman runs over and shoves him off! Mazy crashes to the mat. He rolls through and tags in Cairo.
Gravedigger: HERE COMES THE GODFATHER!
Cairo enters the ring, which brings Beckman in. Beckman runs at Cairo and Clotheslines him down. Cairo gets back up and Beckman runs at him - Cairo catches him and hits a Complete Shot!
Freddy Whoa: The Poondock Saints are in the driver's seats now!
Zach Davis: There can't be more than one driver's seat.. but yes!
Beckman rolls out of the ring. McMorris has stumbled up and turns to Cairo-
Freddy Whoa: And Mazy is perched up top!
MAZY FLIES OFF WITH THE COLD SUN!
Zach Davis: LIBERATION!
McMorris is planted in the middle of the ring. The Godfather of Professional Wrestling makes the pin.
BECKMAN PULLS THE REF OUT!
Gravedigger: WE ALMOST HAD A NEW WORLD CHAMPION! But Beckman did all that he could do to stop that from being the case!
Beckman slides in, World Title in hand. He glares at Cairo and runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: World Title straight to Cairo's head!
NO!, Cairo ducks it and Beckman turns around.
Zach Davis: ANOTHER R-CAIRO!
McMorris is up.
Gravedigger: ANOTHER R-CAIRO!
Cairo drops and goes for another pin as Kaz shoves the ref into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!
Cairo's music hits and the crowd is in disbelief.
Gravedigger: CAIRO HAS DONE IT! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN ALMOST EIGHT YEARS, BOBBY CAIRO IS THE WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
From outside the ring, ICE can't believe it. He looks on as Bobby Cairo is handed the Championship. Mazy joins Bobby in the ring, hugging his tag team partner before rolling out, letting the Godfather have his moment.
Freddy Whoa: We've seen Cairo scratch and claw his way back up to the top, guys. We've seen him win a War, we've seen him main event One. And now, finally, we've seen him once again become the WCF World Champion.
Confetti begins falling from the sky as Cairo climbs up one turnbuckle and raises the belt to the air, holding his ribs in pain, but still taking it all in.
Zach Davis: I can only imagine the kind of celebration this man is going to have... dear lord.
The Vapor Kings are backpeddling up the ramp, also nursing their various injuries. Cairo hops down and climbs up the opposite turnbuckle, which happens to be facing the entryway. He points to ICE Beckman as he raises the belt up again to a huge pop.
Gravedigger: Bobby Cairo has stopped the ICE Age in it's tracks here tonight. Bobby Cairo... is our Champion.
With that, Timebomb fades to black.