Time Bomb by The Format plays as we are live!
Zach Davis: Welcome, fans-
Zach is cut off as we go to a black screen with a hauntingly melodic guitar tune permeating your ears. The camera focuses in as a spotlight trickles down, bringing to light Wade Moor strumming his six string, smiling from ear to ear. He quits playing as the camera focuses directly on him, setting the guitar to the side and looking straightforward at the screen.
Wade Moor: Tick Tock...Tick Tock...
Wade laughs as the camera unfocuses and shifts.
Wade Moor: That's the sound of your life running out.
The camera refocuses on Wade, who is holding up his gauntlet covered hand, rocking his finger slowly back and forth like a pendulum.
Wade Moor: You think you have all the time in the world...and then BOOM!
His once calm, collected voice rings out in a pitch of fury and menace. His eyes change to match the backdrop of the room, and you no longer know if you're staring into the abyss...or the abyss is staring out at you.
Wade Moor: Your world is destroyed by a bomb so furious, and in an instant, everything is gone!
Wade recollects and eases his posture a little.
Wade Moor: But for #BeachKrew? This is our world. It's indestructible. We're indestructible. We will sweep you all up in desolation, leave your bodies lying bloodied and broken along the way.
He chuckles a little, as if imaginary voices were piping up, ready to stand to the menace that is #BeachKrew and The Leviathan.
Wade Moor: You're probably telling yourself - somewhere in your infantile, fragmented mind - something like "But Wade Moor doesn't even have a match on the card? How can we take him seriously if he can't even book himself a spot on Timebomb?"
But this is just a delusion, my children! A fantasy world your plebeian minds have created to cope with the astronomical amount of loss you've incurred since we began sweeping through this federation! Thoughts like this would be implying that every show that #BeachKrew is a part of isn't their show. That would be wrong, my children. Tonight will be no different.
Wade begins to count down on his fingers.
Wade Moor: Tick Tock, Tick Tock...that's the sound of your life running out. And the end begins...
The screen cuts to black once more.
Scene immediately cuts out.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF People’s Championhsip!!
Violins begin to rise slowly throughout the arena getting louder and louder, as the drums kick in Marx sticks his Umbrella out of the curtain and uses it to sweep the fabric aside, he walks to the centre of the stage and then places the umbrella beside him, then turns and reaches behind the curtain, pulling out a steel chair.
Zach Davis: And there is the would-be challenger, Andrew Marx!
Freddy Whoa: And it looks like he’s got that chair from Wednesday night, Zach!
Zach Davis: Talk about tasteless! Teo del Sol is barely out of the hospital, and here Marx is bragging about it.
The audience rains down boos and throws garbage as Marx cups his hand to his ear, relishing in the chorus of disdain like a sweet melody. After a few moments he takes a deep breath, and with a gigantic, self-satisfied grin, makes his way to the ring, chair in tow.
Kyle Steel: NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! Hailing from Camden Market London Town UK! Weighing in at 200 Pounds, he is the devil on your shoulder! ANDREW MARX!
He gets to the bottom of the ramp and brings the umbrella back down slamming the point into the ground next to him and surveying the crowd before winking to the camera and crawling slowly under the bottom rope into the ring and back to his feet all in what seems like one motion, but rather than taking his spot in the corner, he snatches the microphone out of Steele’s hand. Steele looks for just an instant like he is about to object, but Marx cocks an eyebrow at him and the announcer quietly slips out of the ring.
Andrew Marx: You all can go ahead and cut the music back there. Look around, there’s not a single face in this arena that doesn’t know what happens next. There’s gonna be some doctor coming down that ramp with some two bit clipboard and half bit medical note, and he’s gonna let the world know that Teo del Sol, the alledged “People’s Champion” isn’t going to make it tonight.
The crowds disapproval turns to fury, the chorus of boos transforming into a borderline animalistic roar of outrage.
Andrew Marx: You people, look at how easily you get fooled. You spend months coming to these shows and cheering on Teo del Sol. You buy the t-shirts, you buy the masks, you buy the ice cream cones, and now, after a couple measly chair shots, your so called “champion” has abandoned you. Pa-thetic.
Zach Davis: Guys, we may want to cut his mic, I think that we may have a riot if he keeps going…
Andrew Marx: So even though I know for a fact that Teo del Sol is watching this show from the comfort of a hospital bed, and now he doesn’t even have to put up that precious bit of tinfoil that he calls a title. Hey Teo….you’re welcome.
The fans begin leaning against the barriers, reaching over and flipping middle fingers towards Marx, calling him every name imaginable.
Zach Davis: Thank Lerch this is live, or the censors might be on our case.
Freddy Whoa: Security, I hope you’re on standby.
Andrew Marx: Even though I know that he is not in here tonight, I refuse! To walk out of this arena until each and every one of you realizes that I, Andrew Marx, beat! “Your” People’s Champion. And I can think of no better way than by having one of you lucky people come into this ring…and raise my hand in victory.
The audience all roars and pushes at the barricade as WCF officials try to contain the madness at ringside. Marx arrogantly beckons them on, brandishing the chair as a diabolic reminder of the brutality that he put Teo del Sol through. Finally, one fan, his face obscured by a hoodie, strings pulled tight, jumps over the barrier and slides into the ring. Marx nods at the newcomer with a cockeyed grin, then holds his arm out.
The fan hesitates, seeming to be torn between throwing a punch or doing as the would-be challenger asked. Finally though, he grabs Marx’s arm, and slowly raises it up.
Zach Davis: Just despicable.
Marx basks in the glory, but as he does, the look on his face suddenly changes from one of satisfaction to one of suspicion. He turns towards the mysterious fan and gives him a hard shove!
Andrew Marx: Oh no, I’ve seen this one before, I know who’s under that hoodie! Trying to cheap shot me del Sol, huh?
The fan backs up slowly towards the corner as Marx brandishes the chair.
Andrew Marx: It looks like somebody needs another dose!
Marx brings the chair up over his head, ready to strike down!
But stops mid-swing! He realizes that someone has grabbed the chair, and slowly turns around…
Just in time to catch a punch right in the jaw from one of the ring crew! The crowd explodes as the figure tosses off his WCF baseball cap!
Zach Davis: It’s Teo del Sol! I didn’t even recognize him without the mask, but there’s no question!
Marx struggles to recover from the blow but Teo is on him like lightning, delivering a thudding roundhouse kick to the stomach as the fan rolls to safety! Marx doubles over and tries to escape as Teo picks up the fallen chair!
Freddy Whoa: The People’s Champion is looking for some Vengeance here!
Marx desperately dives between the ropes as Teo brings the chair down as hard as he can, barely missing his foe but smashing against the turnbuckle with an earsplitting CRASH!
Marx stops on the entrance ramp, desperately trying to recover from the attack, but Teo sees an opportunity and runs full tilt, throwing himself over the ropes with a suicide dive to the outside!!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my god!
But no! At the very last second, Marx grabs a cameraman and throws him in the way! Teo smashes into the innocent bystander as Marx stumbles up the ramp!
Zach Davis: What despicable tactics!
Teo makes his way to his feet, but stops to check on the cameraman, and after a few seconds realizes that Marx is getting away! The cameraman gives him an affirmative thumbs up, which is all the reassurance he needs to bolt full speed after Marx! Marx tries to make it up the ramp, but Teo is faster and tackles the challenger from behind! The two spill onto the steel with a crash as the audience cheers Teo on!
Teo pulls Marx roughly to his feet, and Marx finally comes to life, throwing a hard right hook that catches Teo across the jaw!
The Luchador clutches at his face, spitting out blood as he answers back with a backhand chop across Marx’s chest!
Marx winces but grabs the luchador by the hair and drives his knee up into the Luchador’s nose! Teo’s knees buckle momentarily but he manages to keep his balance and drives a thudding elbow into Marx’s face!
Zach Davis: This isn’t a wrestling match, this is a street fight!
The two keep trading varied blows, neither willing to give up ground, and the vicious melee quickly moves towards the edge of the ramp!
Freddy Whoa: Watch out guys!
Finally, a picture perfect right cross from Marx staggers Teo, and his eyes roll back as he stumbles against the stage, clinging desperately to the setup to stay standing.
Marx goes back towards the curtain and quickly grabs the umbrella, stowed there earlier, and walks towards the injured luchador.
He smiles like a batter stepping up to home plate, holding the umbrella and taking a few swings. Teo sees him but still seems staggered from the brawl!
Marx measures Teo up and with a run forward swings the umbrella with bad intentions!
But Teo with one burst of energy ducks down and tackles Marx around the midsection! Screaming like a furious savage, Teo pushes forward with all his might, lifting Marx into the air and hurling both himself and his foe off of the entrance ramp!!
Gravedigger: Oh my god!
Zach Davis: Whoa!
Freddy Whoa: Who-hey…
The two men slam into the electronics setup with a sickening crash! Sparks fly everywhere as the men crash through countless wires, panels, and tables! The audience roars with excitement and concern, but neither man is moving! WCF medical staff quickly rush to the area and begin attending to the fallen enemies.
Zach Davis: Teo del Sol sacrificing his body to take out Andrew Marx, guys!
Freddy Whoa: I guess he had heard enough of Marx’s talking!
Gravedigger: These two are nuts! I wouldn’t be surprised if Seth puts out a restraining order!
Zach Davis: At any rate, I think it’s safe to say that the People’s title match will have to wait for another night.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah but if it gets any crazier than that..?
Gravedigger: You gotta love WCF, Freddy!
Zach Davis: Next up, we have a clash of three newcomers. Warbird has been making a few enemies but scored an eye catching victory last week in his debut.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah but what about this Emeka Nnamani guy?
Zach Davis: The Concept.
Freddy Whoa: He's definitely something. A strange guy for sure. We know even less about A.J. Knight.
'Ladyflash' by The Go Team blares out to a ripple of glee from the capacity crowd. An idiot in a lion costume prances to the top of the ramp and raises his arms while bellowing an unearthly battle roar. It swiftly stalks up the aisle and arrives before an obviously planted child in the front row. The youngster wails and shrieks as the 'lion' is about to strike.
SUDDENLY, Emeka Nnamani runs out to a colossal, pee-inducing pop and clotheslines the shit out of the lion. The lion's head comes off, exposing a random crew member's ugly face. Emeka gives the lion head to the lucky child who wears it for the rest of the night. He turns and gestures to the entranceway. Several other costumed jungle creatures of many breeds come out and carry the fallen lion off on a stretcher. Emeka continues to run to the ring before leaping in and shaking the ropes like a warrior who could be described as ultimate.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from a land far, far away... The Concept... EMEKA NNAMANI!
Freddy Whoa: What is he wearing?!
Zach Davis: I believe it's a singlet made out of... stuck on candy wrappers.
The sounds of 'Evil Angel' by Breaking Benjamin fill the arena. The lights go down until a spotlight comes up on the ramp, with A.J Knight standing there in a black ring jacket. He walks down the ramp before coming to the top turnbuckle where he poses laying across the top rope as the lights return to normal.
Kyle Steel: Next, the second participant in this Triple Threat match, from Harrisburg, PA, here is A.J. Knight!
Zach Davis: Big opportunity for this youngster. Let's hope he seizes it.
The house lights go out plunging the arena in darkness, before they begin to strobe to the music as Sabotage hits the PA....
The fans look towards the entranceway but Warbird is conspicuous by his absence.
Kyle Steel: About to enter the ring, is the final participant. He hails from... err, 'Fuck off', here is Warbird!
Freddy Whoa: Where is he?
Zach Davis: Look... sliding out from under the ring!
As the commentators observed, Warbird has sneaked out from under the ring and creeps inside behind his waiting opponents. He ambushes them from behind with forearm smashes. Both Nnamani and Knight go absolutely flying.
Freddy Whoa: Clever from Warbird. This could be over quickly.
Warbird assaults both men with stomps, kicks and elbow drops. He appears to spit on both men.
Zach Davis: That's disgusting.
Warbird continues his relentless attack and keeps both opponents grounded with strikes. He grabs Nnamani's right leg and Knight's left leg and pulls them together. He curls them both over into a simultaneous half Boston crab on both men.
Freddy Whoa: Innovative. Who will tap first?
Both Nnamani and Knight are shouting in pain as Warbird arches their legs backwards to places they shouldn't bend. They each try to use their free leg to kick their aggressor but that proves fruitless. In the middle of the ring, they are helpless. A.J. Knight, realising he cannot free himself, raises his arm as if to tap.
Zach Davis: A.J. is tapping out! Warbird's going to win!
Just as Knight's palm is about to hit the canvas, Nnamani slides his arm across and blocks Knight's hand from connecting with the mat.
Freddy Whoa: No way, Emeka stopped A.J. Knight from tapping!
This seems to galvanise Nnamani who gets a sudden burst of strength in his lower back and free left leg. He springs Warbird and propels his foot into his face. This sends Warbird off both opponents. Warbird quickly gets up and locks back the half Boston crab on Knight. As he goes to hook in Nnamani again, the young Nigerian connects with a mule kick again. This time, Warbird is floored. Nnamani gets up. He rushes to the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a senton that impacts on both opponents. He covers A.J. Knight for the pin.
Nnamani lifts Knight up and attempts a standing hurricanrana. Knight holds his legs and counters into a stiff powerbomb. He covers.
Knight turns his attention to Warbird and spits on him in revenge for earlier. He stomps his head brutally. He picks him up and performs a half nelson suplex. On the way down, Warbird crushes into the prone Nnamani. Knight covers Warbird.
This incenses Warbird who recovers unnaturally quickly and decks Knight with several roundhouses. Blood trickles down Knight's nose.
Freddy Whoa: Warbird is pissed.
By this time, Nnamani is back up and waits for Warbird to turn around. As he does so, Emeka launches himself into a spectacular hurricanrana into a pin.
Zach Davis: Nnamani's going to do it here!
Thr... NO! Warbird flips Nnamani into a pinfall of his own.
A.J. Knight renews himself and breaks up the pin with an elbow drop.
Freddy Whoa: A good showing from these newcomers so far!
All men are standing now. Knight runs to the ropes and prepares to double clothesline Nnamani and Warbird. They duck and clothesline him out the ring on the rebound. Nnamani and Warbird stand face to face. Warbird holds out a hand to Nnamani. As 'The Concept' goes to shake his hand, Warbird retracts and spits a disgusting pool of saliva onto his palm before returning his hand to shake Nnamani's. Nnamani pulls his hand away and kicks Warbird in the balls to a big pop. He grabs Warbird's saliva coated hand and forces it into his own face.
Nnamani grabs Warbird's head and runs him to the ropes. He executes a flawless shiranui.
Freddy Whoa: Watch out, A.J. Knight is back in.
Knight has slithered back into the ring and is stalking Nnamani on the top turnbuckle, primed to attack aerially. However, The Concept spots him and runs at turbo speed to hit A.J. with an uppercut. Knight slumps on the turnbuckle in a seated position. Nnamani lifts him off into a rolling fireman's carry slam, straight into a split legged moonsault.
Zach Davis: He calls that The Collideoscope!
Warbird tries to break up the pin but is a fraction too late.
Nnamani's music hits as he slides out of the ring in triumph. Warbird and A.J. Knight look on, shocked.
Freddy Whoa: Impressive victory by The Concept in his first WCF bout. I expect big things from the 20 year old Nigerian.
Zach Davis: Yes, big things ahead I hope. I also hope Warbird and A.J. Knight can bounce back from this, their first loss. The first loss can either make or break a competitor.
Zach Davis: We still have trilogy action and plenty of championship bouts on the way, but right now, it’s time for tag team action between two major players in today’s stable wars, The Family and #BeachKrew!
Gravedigger: It’s #TeamBlackBeaver, Zach. Be a little bit more specific when you’re talking about one of the greatest teams of all time.
Freddy Whoa: You can feel that tension coming into this one, that’s for sure!
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
The opening guitar riffs to "This Means War" begins to play, as Dag and Charon come out on stage and into the arena to a scattering of boos by the fans. They do a fist bump as they survey the crowd, signaling an explosion when the drums start in.
Zach Davis: Not very popular with the audience here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think their opponents will be either though.
Gravedigger: You shut your mouth, Freddy!
After the fist bump or hands in the middle, each member takes their time going to the ring, though they take special care to enter the ring at the same time, each using their own special way of entering the ring. The Family then does their own personal routine inside of the ring, before they dominate a corner waiting for their opponent to come to the ring.
Gravedigger: Time for the stars, boys!
DDFH by Run the Jewels hits the arena as a video of a man pounding at his bare chest goes along to the drum track. As the lyrics cut in, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, holding both arms out to the side. Behind him are two bros dressed in Elephant costumes. Blinking lights go along with the beat and Andre makes his way down the entrance ramp, continuing to pound a fist to his chest, some of the fans pounding along with him. He stops at ringside, staring down Dag and Charon as he points a single finger at the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: Very compelling matchup this early in the night!
Music hits, then a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it. He enters the light, points to the crowd on the left and then to the crowd on the right. He then points with both hands at the opponent in the ring, he looks and walks straight ahead, smiling at his partner waiting for him just ahead. The two smirk as the circle the ring, Dag and Charon not showing much of a response and simply waiting for their opponents to enter. #TeamBlackBeaver slides under the bottom rope, taking to the two corners nearest the ramp and stalking their prey.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Dag rushes after Beaver as Charon charges at Andre and the teams begin to trade blows.
Freddy Whoa: Very aggressive approaches right out of the gate here!
Zach Davis: This is PPV, Freddy! Everyone’s excited in this building! Hell, even Andre’s elephants are at ringside cheering on their favorite team!
Dag and Charon both deliver a couple of hard Irish whips, sending Beaver and Andre flying over the top rope!
The two men in the ring give each other a quick look and nod their heads before getting bouncing off the ropes simultaneously.
Zach Davis: The family flying between the ropes!
Freddy Whoa: There they go, taking out both members of #BeachKrew with that dive!
Zach Davis: Not normally what you’d expect, but you’ve got to mix it up against a team like #BeachKrew!
Dag and Charon get to their feet. They go to lift Beaver and Andre up to throw them into the ring, but are caught off guard as #BeachKrew counters by lauching them both towards seperate ring posts.
Freddy Whoa: They collide with a sickening thud!
Zach Davis: We haven’t even gotten two legal competitors in this one! Both teams just turning this into a brawl from the start!
Beaver stomps away at Charon before both himself and Andre roll Dag into the ring. Andre slides in as Beaver walks around to the #BeachKrew corner. Dag uses the ropes to get to his feet, backing up into the corner and motioning for Andre to bring it.
DING DING DING!!!
Andre runs at Dag, going for a shoulder block to the midsection which Dag manages to dodge. Andre braces himself, putting his hands up against the the turnbuckle as Dag catches him from behind with the rollup.
Dag drops down, sinking his arm around Andre’s head and quickly gaining control with a tight headlock. He keeps it locked in as Andre fights his way to his feet. Andre forces Dag back as the hold remains locked tight.
Freddy Whoa: Charon back on the apron with the tag in!
Zach Davis: Charon stepping through the ropes and kicking away at the midsection! That’s the biggest rule in tag team wrestling, you have to keep momentum between tags!
Charon continues to stomp away at Andre before tagging right back out to Dag.
Zach Davis: Keeping it fresh like this, this method of quick tags and offense can be absolutely draining on the opponent!
Freddy Whoa: Dag tagging right back out as well and Charon entering back into this match as the legal man to kick away at Andre, really weakening him up early on here!
Charon whips Andre back into his corner and Beaver leans back to avoid being taken out by an accidental collision.
Zach Davis: Charon running at Andre!
Andre drops down and rolls out under the bottom just in time as Beaver holds onto the top rope, jumping up and delivering a stiff kick to the incoming Charon.
Freddy Whoa: Kick to the head from Dustin Beaver!
Zach Davis: Andre is actually laughing on the outside! Definitely not a lack of confidence here!
Andre rolls back in, sizing up Charon who slowly makes his way to his feet. He continues to taunt Charon, rubbing his right elbow in anticipation.
Freddy Whoa: This could mean trouble with Andre looking to finish things off already!
Zach Davis: Dag Riddik with the save. grabbing Andre from the apron!
Charon recovers, striking Beaver with a forearm that knocks him off the apron before running at the detained Andre.
Freddy Whoa: Running knee to the face!
Gravedigger: Good luck keeping down Prince Lightskin!
Zach Davis: Well he’s just brought him to the ground, Digger! Arm drag from Charon!
Freddy Whoa: Dag Riddik tagging back in!
Dag picks back up with the mudhole stomping assault on Andre as employed earlier before delivering some hard right hands to the face as he drags him back to his feet.
Zach Davis: Belly to belly from Dag Riddick!
Freddy Whoa: Dag goes for the cover here!
Gravedigger: That’s the resilient nature of Andre Aquarius that I’m talking about!
A disgusted look comes across Dag’s face as he goes to lift Andre up once again.
Zach Davis: Knees to the midsection now! They’re doing whatever they can to cripple Andre in this match!
Freddy Whoa: That’s honestly probably the best thing to do seeing as Andre is the smallest of these four men!
Zach Davis: Another irish whip attempt from Dag!
Freddy Whoa: Andre pulls back and drops him with a stiff clothesline!
Andre grabs at the back of his head as he walks to his corner and makes the tag to Beaver. Dag manages to barely reach up the hand and make the tag to Charon. Andre and Dag both steady themselves in their respective corners as Beaver and Charon duke it out in the ring.
Zach Davis: Beaver with hard chops to Charon!
Crowd: Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Freddy Whoa: Chops followed by spinning backfists now!
Zach Davis: Charon sent off the ropes!
Gravedigger: Hurricanrana from the Beavs into the pin!
The two men get back to their feet and Beaver continues with some nice offense.
Freddy Whoa: Dropkick from Beaver!
Zach Davis: And another!
DJ Khaled: Anotha one.
Zach Davis: Where the fuck did you come from?! Get out of here! This isn’t time for memes!
Gravedigger: It’s a #BeachKrew match, of course it’s time for memes!
DJ Khaled: Congratulations, Zach, you played yourself.
Khaled takes off the headset, exiting through the crowd as Zach looks on in confusion.
Zach Davis: When did he even get here?
Freddy Whoa: Charon up now as Beaver sizes him up for the Beaver to Belly!
Zach Davis: Charon blocking it and attempting to drag Beaver below the river styx!
Gravedigger: Beaver elbowing his way out of it, great resiliency!
Dag yells at Beaver from the apron, getting the distraction as Charon is wobbled on his feet. Andre steps through the ropes, running after Dag who turns his attention to the threat at hand.
Zach Davis: Back body drop from Dag sending Andre up and over!
Andre manages to land on his feet, catching himself on the barricade and quickly regaining his balance as Beaver and Charon struggle for control inside the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Charon trying for River Styx Express!
Zach Davis: Beaver fighting it as Dag is shouting from the outside!
Gravedigger: Beaver catches Charon now!
Freddy Whoa: Beaver to Belly!
Dag goes to step through the ropes as Beaver goes for the pin, but is stopped before he can manage to enter.
Zach Davis: #Fuccbouyant! That flying elbow to the temple from Andre Aquarius as Dag tries to climb in through the middle rope and break up the count! Dag’s out as Beaver hooks Charon’s leg!
DING DING DING!!!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, Andre Aquarius and Dustin Beaver!!
Andre joins Beaver in the ring, raising his arm high in the air as Charon and Dag slowly crawl about.
Gravedigger: Let’s call that a sign of things to come! It’s a #BeachKrew night, boys!
As we come back from commercial for Explosion, all three men are in the ring.
Ding ding ding!
As the bell rings, Stuart launches from his corner and shoulders blocks the absolute hell out of CJ Phoenix, knocking him into the turnbuckle and letting him fall down just long enough to start a relentless beat down.
Zach Davis: Slane getting this contest started off strong!
Slane pulls back his elbow to smash in Phoenix’s face but hesitates, takes a deep breath, and scratches the back of his head with a sheepish smile on his face as he holds out his hand for CJ.
CJ Phoenix looks from his hand to his face back to his hand and ends up taking the hand, getting pulled to his face and his hand shaken. Slane starts apologizing for his earlier outburst.
Gravedigger: No! Come on, don’t let your guard down like tha-
And after finishing his apology, he holds onto Phoenix’s hand and pulls him into a straight right punch, knocking him on his ass and out of the ring.
Gravedigger: …That works too, all right.
But before he can regain his composure from the strike, Lucious Starr rears up from behind and grabs onto Slane’s back, pulling him down for a backstabber out of nowhere!
Lucious flips him over his knees and follows through, attempting to pull him into his standing boston crab, ‘I Claim Your Soul’, but the champion is able to power out with brute strength, getting to his feet only for Starr to leap into the air to attempt to hit a Thesz Press…
But Slane kicks off from where he’s standing, tackling Lucious into a Runaway Slane! A spear lifted into a one armed spinebuster!
As Starr rolls out of the ring, the dominant champion heads to the hard camera and taunts, getting completely pumped up and throwing out a hardcore scout salute.
Freddy Whoa: Stuart Slane is on top of the mountain! Hitting moves left and right! If he can keep this pace going, he’s going to absolutely take this home.
After grandstanding for a little bit, Slane drops down and rolls out of the ring immediately to be hit with a step-up enzuigiri, knocking him down for the time being.
CJ gets to his feet and celebrates for a split moment before Starr knocks him into the barricade with a straight up shoulder tackle. When he bounces off, Starr grabs him and attempts to hurl him into the ring, but he slides around on the apron and the two collide in a double clothesline attempt.
And Slane out of nowhere runs into the scene and hits a senton bomb to both competitors!
Freddy Whoa: This is insane! I can barely keep up with what’s going on!
After he takes a brief moment to rest while the other two agonize in pain, Stuart gets up and throws Starr through the bottom rope, climbing in after him. As Lucious gets to his feet, Slane pushes him against the ropes and Irish whips him across the ring. As he comes back, Slane ducks down and then proceeds to get kicked in the head!
As Slane pops up, Lucious follows up that upwards kick with a superkick! Slane feels the brunt of the attack, wobbles back, and bounces off the ropes only for Starr to leap past him, wrap his arms around his neck, and hit him with his Neckbreaker, Hades’ Flame!
Freddy Whoa: Lucious floats over for the pin as Senior Official, Stanley Moser, goes to count the first pinfall attempt of this contest!
Freddy Whoa: Close, but no cigar.
Lucious looks angry for a brief moment, but calms himself down and thinks about what to do next on his knees while Stuart Slane recovers from the attack, groggily moving about.
Freddy Whoa: Starr is stalking him from behind…
Lucious Starr wraps his arms around Slane’s waist and attempts to lift him up, but Slane gets a grip on one of his hands, spins out of the hold, and irish whips Starr into the ropes, ducking down once again, but this time successfully grabbing his opponent’s leg and hoisting him up into the air, looking to hit a flapjack…
But then attempts to transition it seamlessly into a powerslam…! But no! Starr sticks out his legs so that when Slane tries to slam him down, he only places him on his own two feet! Starr pops up, uses the nearby ring ropes as steps, and backflips over Slane to hit a moonsault inverted DDT!
Immediately, as he does, Lucious spots CJ Phoenix getting up from the earlier attack, holding his abdomen, and then jumps to his feet, rebounds off the ropes, and flies outside of the ring, attempting to hit a suicide dive…
But CJ reverses the attack and sends him careening into the barricade, bouncing off and hitting the floor with a sickening thud!
Freddy Whoa: Damn! He was on fire for a minute there.
Gravedigger: And then his hype train hit a proverbial wall, Freddy.
As CJ turns around, having successfully avoided an attack from one of his opponents, he turns to see… see…
Freddy Whoa: Could it be!?
Yes! Stuart Slane sprints across the ring, grabs onto the ring ropes, and clumsily vaults over the top rope to hit a screwy tope crossbody!
Gravedigger: By God!
Slane wastes no time and grabs CJ’s prone body, tossing him into the ring and following him inside, only for CJ, with his last bits of dying momentum, hurl Slane into the ring ropes…
CJ Phoenix then pops up Slane as he’s heading back across the ring, possibly going for the Talon Kick…!
But Slane grabs his foot as it comes down, pulling his legs down, up, and over into the Knotted Up inverted cloverleaf!
Freddy Whoa: He’s got him! He’s got him right here!
Slane lets out a roar of triumph as he pulls hard on CJ’s legs to get him to tap. His hand reaches up… could he tap!? Is he done for!?
His hand goes up…
And it comes down!
Gravedigger: He did it! He did-
But not to tap out!
He uses the momentum to tuck underneath Slane and possibly pull him into the Bow and Arrow…
But Starr comes out of nowhere and superkicks the back of Slane’s head! Stuart lets go of the hold and falls forward towards the ring ropes. Starr attempts to celebrate for a brief moment, but CJ grabs Lucious and pops him up into the air, hitting him successfully with the Talon Kick out of nowhere!
Freddy Whoa: It’s done! He hit him with the Talon Kick!
Lucious falls to the ground limp and as CJ moves forward to go for a cover, he runs right into a rebounding big boot turning him inside out from Stuart Slane!
All three competitors collapse onto the canvas, breathing heavily as the crowd let out resounding chants and cheers about how this is awesome!
Both Slane and Starr work their way up and brawl for several moments before Starr takes a wild swing, which Slane ducks. Slane uses Starr's momentum to throw him out of the ring. Slane quickly turns to Phoenix...
Zach Davis: KNOTTED UP APPLIED!
CJ Phoenix has no choice but to tap!
Freddy Whoa: The Television Champion retains!
Stuart Slane gets to his feet and is handed his Television Championship. Phoenix holds his side for a few moment before raising the belt in the air and gesturing towards the fans.
We see a ring crew gather around the squared circle as they reinforce each turnbuckle with an interlocking lattice of extra steel rods, as Kyle Steel gets ready to announce the next match on the card.
Zach Davis: The next bout is a real battle of the heavyweights; I think they're combined weight equals that of Poon Guinea!
Gravedigger: Pray for Cairo, Zac.
Kyle Steel: The following match is for a shot at the International Title! Introducing first....Fighting out of Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in at 275lbs...Cormack MacNeill!
The drone of the pipes fills the air as MacNeill slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp. He stops and looks around at the raucous cheering crowd. He takes a moment and raises his fist in salute.
As the drums kick in, MacNeill walks slowly down to the ring, stopping at the end of the ramp to soak up the cheers of the crowd before climbing up and sliding into the ring. He takes up a position in his corner and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, awaiting the arrival of his challenger.
"Kabuki Gomen-Jyo" by Wadaiko Matsuriza hits the PA as a compilation of Nagasaki's past sumo victories is played on the jumbotron. He then lumbers on to the stage with his manager Mr. Nobunaga, Nobunaga is carrying a box in his left hand and a sword in the other. Nagasaki begins the sumo war dance, then bows to show respect to the audience. He walks down the ramp, climbs the steps of the ring, hoists the top rope up and steps between it and the middle rope, passing a determined Cormack as he does so. Once in the ring he faces his opponent, puts on the headband and mask and begins another war dance.
A smiling Cormack nods his approval as the dance concludes. Cormack bows now and shakes Nagasaki's hand. A small smattering of welcome applause breaks out. The crowd not used to this scene.
Gravedigger: What the fuck was that?
Zach Davis: Respect, I think.
Gravedigger: Impossible. This is WCF! Somebody hit something!
Lock up; Nagasaki has the initial advantage here as he biels Cormack back towards the ropes, who rolls energetically back up onto his feet and charges forward. Lock up again, this time Cormack alters his stance and hangs in there, going for a Russian Leg Sweep; elbows by Nagasaki to the face as he reverses the move, goes for a forward sweep skull-crusher, Cormack however slips out of that and turns this into a bulldog!
Nagasaki is down on the mat as Cormack pounces and starts to deliver a series of brutal punches to the head and body; Nagasaki soaks up the punishment and launches Cormack into the air with authority!
A startled Cormack shakes off the attack; smiling as Nagasaki gets to his feet; the sumo specialist's face now a mask of determination. They begin to circle each other again. Lock up, front facelock by Cormack who gets in some neat punches before locking up again. Nagasaki wastes no time however; lifting Cormack off his feet; holding him aloft, before dropping him with a spiked backdrop driver!
Kick-out by Cormack who rolls out of the ring for a count of four; back in now and charging! Cormack ducks under a clothesline and rebounds back with a leaping lariat that connects! Cormack's climbing the turnbuckle now looking for a big move!
Zach Davis: This is way out of Cormack's comfort zone.
Gravedigger: Better hope those reinforcements hold!
Nagasaki is up! He charges at Cormack who's on the top turnbuckle!
TOP ROPE CANNONBALL BY CORMACK!
Crowd: Holee shit! Holee shit!
Cover by Cormack
More punches by Cormack who locks in a triangle choke; Nagasaki reaching out for the ropes. Makes them as Cormack breaks the hold instantly, showing his sportsmanship.
The two men are back onto their feet; cruel kicks by Nagasaki, now matched by a series of vicious punches by Cormack. Pound for pound this is a complete standoff.
PUNCH! KICK! PUNCH! KICK!
Clothesline attempt by Nagasaki, ducked by Cormack, who goes for a DDT: powered out by Nagasaki who locks in a Suplex, blocked by Cormack, who goes for a neck-breaker, blocked by Nagasaki who connects with one of his own!
Nagasaki's turn now to climb the turnbuckle as--
Cormack is nursing his head, selling the move as Nagasaki calls for a top rope banzai drop!
Zach Davis: Good Gawd, if that connects it's bye-bye Cormack!
Nagasaki leaps as--
EUROPEAN UPPERCUT BY CORMACK!
Gravedigger: He hit that out of nowhere!
Cormack checks with the ref but the two count stands. Nagasaki on his feet now and he's pissed. Vicious kicks by Nagasaki followed up with a THOUSAND PALM STRIKE! Each one hits with the velocity of a bullet as McNeil is reeling, his chest now a red epicenter of agonizing pain.
Cormack tries to regroup, charging forward for the brogue kick, but he's met by an Irish whip by Nagasaki, who runs and delivers a turnbuckle drop kick! Cormack falls forward into a sunset flip roll up!
Nagasaki's turn now to check with the ref as Cormack rolls out of the ring to regroup, back in on a count of seven; Cormack screams as he goes for a spinebuster! Mac makes the lift....holds it...and connects!
Zach Davis: MY GAWD! THE STRENGH!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
The whole ring shakes as Nagasaki is slammed down! The impact rocks the entire arena as Cormack goes for the cover.
Kyle Steel: Winner, via pinfall...Cormack McNeill!
Cormack and Nagasaki shake hands...a moment passes before they hug and Nagasaki raises Cormack's hand in victory.
Out in the darkened back lot of the American Airlines Center, the camera creeps along low to the ground. We come to, and peer around, a corner of the building, into a small loading area with a single bay door and a small set of concrete stairs leading to a door sized more for personnel, which happens to be propped open with a cinder block. At the base of the stairs, leaning against the yellow railing in a dim pool of pale orange light, stands Bonnie Blue; still dressed in casual attire, something cigarette-shaped smoldering in her hand. Apparently not expecting company, Bonnie jumps when an oddly accented voice speaks from out of the darkness.
Scathe: Do you not think it dangerous, perhaps, to be out here all alone? With none of your supposed allies close by, should you need assistance?
From the deeper shadows of the parking lot approaches the Darkitecht, the thick soles of his heavy boots making no sound as he steps into the light.
Scathe: Not that it would matter. Even were he here, Grayson Pierce cannot protect you. He cannot defend his friends, his family, or even himself.
Bonnie Blue: I don't know if y'all noticed, but I didn't exactly need any protection when I was whooping your ass in the ring.
A brief glimmer of amusement flashes across Scathe's face as he strides closer, coming to a stop less than a foot away from Bonnie. His hand slowly reaches out toward her face, but she pulls away in revulsion, which elicits another flicker of amusement.
Scathe: Indeed. But you never stopped to ask yourself how that happened, did you? After all, the very laws of physics were against you that night. In addition to other unseen forces.
Blue looks skeptical and shakes her head, tossing her blonde ponytail back over her shoulder. She opens her mouth to respond, likely with a self-confident reassurance of her skill, but the words freeze in her throat as Scathe clenches his still-raised hand into a fist, and the already dim cone of light cast by the single orange bulb diminishes further. The pool of pale orange light shrinks until it shines only around Bonnie, and begins to flicker weakly, on the verge of going out. The Darkitecht unclenches his fist, and the light instantly returns to full strength, weak though that was. Though difficult to tell in this hue, the skin of Bonnie's face has a sickly tone, to match the shocked expression on her features.
Bonnie Blue: You can't do that! Not here; the precepts--
Scathe: I can and shall do as I please. The precepts of the Architects do not apply to me. Not any more. But you... you seem to have found a way to circumvent them as well. It is the only valid explanation. I am unsure how you managed to accomplish it, but you have intrigued me enough that I find myself determined to uncover the truth of it. Things will be much easier on us both if you simply tell me what I want to know.
Bonnie Blue: I don't-- I ain't tellin' you squat. I ain't in the habit of sharing with murderous psychopaths.
The Darkitecht cracks a toothy grin. Not a friendly smile, more a malicious acceptance of the label placed upon him.
Scathe: Are you so certain? I think it likely that you will eventually impart the knowledge I seek. Perhaps a peace offering will convince you that it is better to serve me than oppose me.
Bonnie Blue: Y'all ain't got nothin' I want.
Scathe: No? Not even, say, the life of your private investigator? As we speak, I hold him in my thrall. But I am willing to release him to you, as a show of good faith.
Bonnie Blue: You really expect me to fall for your bullshit? I already know he's dead, and I know you killed him.
The Darkitecht throws back his head and laughs uproariously in a deep, reverberating bass; a chilling sound that could freeze the marrow in one's bones.
Scathe: You are mistaken, dear child. I am afraid your friend was already quite dead when I found him; it is not my hands that are stained with his blood. No, I am not the one who killed him, though he did tell me who that was. Some of the things he told me were... fascinating, to say the least. Regardless, his usefulness to me has run out, and I see no reason not to return him. To life, and to you.
Bonnie narrows her eyes suspiciously at Scathe, and a few tense moments of silence pass as she tries to work out his angle.
Bonnie Blue: A guy like you, just flat out offerin' to do somethin' for someone else's sake? I don't buy it. What's the catch?
Scathe: No catch. Consider it an olive branch.
Bonnie Blue: Bullshit. There's always a catch. Especially with creeps like you.
The pale orange light dims again, flickering weakly as Scathe seems to tower over Bonnie.
Scathe: Do not test my patience. Every word I spoke is truth, but if you insist I provide motivation you would understand, then I shall indulge you, just this once. I do this not as a favor to you, miss Bonnie Blue, and more as an annoyance to someone else. He had thought this particular loose end tied up, and I am simply unraveling it. That you stand to benefit from my actions is purely incidental. I require time to make the necessary preparations, so I will give you one week to decide. Should you choose to spurn my offer, well... I suppose I could always find use for another slave.
The weak orange bulb shatters and blackness swallows the alcove, save for a thin line of illumination spilling from the propped open door. The camera automatically switches over to night vision mode to compensate for the low light, but by the time the picture clears enough to be visible, Scathe is nowhere to be seen.
Bonnie Blue: All right, Scathe, if that's the game ya wanna play, I'll be your huckleberry.
Blue drops the smoldering remains of her joint, grinds it out beneath her heel, then slips inside.
Zach Davis: Alright! Tie down everything! Move everything out of the way! THIS MATCH WILL BE A BARN BURNER!!
Freddy Whoa face palms and shakes his head. Gravedigger bangs his head against the desk out of frustration several times.
Zach Davis: What?!
Zach Davis: What?!
Gravedigger: Not talking to you Davis!! Apparently, there is a fight back stage.
Zach Davis: A fight?
Freddy Whoa: CAMERA!! CAMERA!! GET A GOD DAMN CAMERA BACKSTAGE... NOW!!!
The jumbo-tron shows as a cameraman goes backstage. Katherine Phoenix and Morrigana, grab each other by the hair and start pounding. Morrigana grabs Phoenix, tossing her into a stack of tables. Katherine scrambles up, grabbing a chair, throwing it, towards Morrigana, hitting her. Morrigana roars out and charges towards Katherine Phoenix.
Gravedigger: HOTDIGGITY!! A FOREARM SMASH BY KATHERINE PHOENIX!!
Zach Davis: This match has not officially started.
Freddy Whoa: This match hasn't even made it to the ring yet.
Gravedigger: At this pace, these damn females are gonna kill themselves before getting to the ring.
Zach Davis: That DDT look like it hurt!!
Katherine grabs Morrigana by the hair and starts dragging her. Morrigana trips her. Phoenix falls down. Morrigana picks up Phoenix and slams her with a T-bone duplex.
Both competitors grab each other by the hair and start walking.
Zach Davis: It looks like we actually see activity coming down the entrance ramp...
Kyle Steel: From Cedar Rapid Rapids, Iowa weighing in at 147 pounds... The Submission Seductress.... MOOOORRIGAAANAAAA... FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA WEIGHING IN AT 132 POUNDS KATHERINE PHOENIX!!
Freddy Whoa: Both competitors are finally inside the the ring.
Stanley Moser motions Kyle Steel to ring the bell to start the match.
Instantly, both women charge one another instantly clotheslining another.
Gravedigger: HOT DAMN!!
Both competitors get on their knees and start clobbering one another with left and rights. They begin to stand. Katherine Phoenix nails a front kick. Follows that up with a elbow smash, then roundhouse clothesline. Phoenix picks up Morrigana, who nails Katherine Phoenix with a backhand chop then a enzuigiri and finally a headbutt.
Zach Davis: This match has been action packed!!
Phoenix collapsed down to the mat. Morrigana walks confidently towards her opponent. Phoenix grabs a piece of Morrigana's ring apparel and it rips, as Morrigana falls out of the ring. Morrigana right breast bounces as her ring apparel is torn. The crowd begins to cheer wildly and whistle.
Gravedigger: YES!!! YES!! YES!! AND YESSS! HOT DAMN!!! GETTING A CHUBBY!! BOOOOOOOBBIES!
Both Katherine Phoenix and Morrigana proceed to fight ringside as Phoenix laughs as she rips the rest of Morrigana's top. The Submission Seductress kicks Katherine Phoenix and rips off her top and both female competitors are now wrestling in their bras.
Gravedigger: Katherine Phoenix just titty slapped Morrigana!! HOT DAMN!!
Zach Davis: Morrigana just slapped Katherine Phoenix on the chest.
Gravedigger: TITTY SLAAAAAAAAPPED!!!!!
Morrigana slammed Katherine Phoenix's head across the commentary table.
Katherine Phoenix slammed Morrigana's head across the commentary table.
Gravedigger: Back elbow by Morrigana!!
Freddy Whoa: Double fist by Katherine Phoenix!!
Zach Davis: Double Clothesline right in front of us!!
Freddy Whoa: Both Katherine Phoenix and Morrigana are staring daggers through one another right now!!
The crowd: AGAIN!!
The crowd: AGAIN!!
Katherine grabbed Morrigana's long hair pulling her head towards a awaiting boot smashing her face with it.
Katherine reaches down grabbing for Morrigana...
Katherine stumbles backwards being caught off-guard with swift kick to the head. Morrigana wastes no time springsboarding off the ropes landing with a clothesline.
Zach Davis: Morrigana rolls Katherine Phoenix into the ring, where she waits for Morrigana to comes into the ring.
Katherine proceeds to stomp down on Morrigana, then picks up the Submission Seductress before dumping her on her head with a German suplex.
Gravedigger: Katherine Phoenix grabs Morrigana...
RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!
Freddy Whoa: Momentum is edging towards Katherine Phoenix. As that snap suplex was effective. Katherine Phoenix picks up Morrigana and they both look at Stanley Moser.
Zach Davis: What's going on? It's those are up to something.
Gravedigger: No they're not!! You're smoking crack!!!
Katherine Phoenix bounces off the ropes and runs towards Morrigana, who pulls down the ropes and colludes with the referee, Stanley Mosley, who falls to ringside.
Zach Davis: SEE!! I told you there was going to be something there.
Katherine Phoenix gets close to Morrigana...
BOOT BY PHOENIX!!
Freddy Whoa: Morrigana drops the blade and ladies fly to go after the weapon!!
Gravedigger: Phoenix has the weapon!!
BOOT BY MOORIGANA!!
Zach Davis: Cover by Morrigana!!
The crowd: ONE!
The crowd: TWO!
The crowd: THREE!! NOOOOO!!
Morrigana picks up Katherine Phoenix...
Gravedigger: HAWKEYE HORROR!!
Morrigana nailed Phoenix with a death valley driver.
Freddy Whoa: Morrigana is going for another pinning attempt!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREE!! NOOOOO!!!
Zach Davis: What's Katherine Phoenix doing?
Gravedigger: She's leaving the match.
Freddy Whoa: And apparently, Morrigana is following her.
Katherine Phoenix is ringside as Morrigana is perched on the top turnbuckle. As Morrigana is about fly off and away and to pounce on Katherine Phoenix, Katherine kicks the steps dislodging them in the process, causing Morrigana to fall off and land on the said steps. Katherine Phoenix snears as she double underhooks Morrigana arms and nails her head to the step with a ddt.
Ms. Phoenix drags Morrigana to inside the ring, pulling something out of her pocket. Morrigana looks completely disoriented and confused. The referee is still knocked out.
Zach Davis: What's going on?
Gravedigger: I don't have a clue.
Morrigana: AAAHHHHHHHHH *HORRIFIC SCREECH!!!*
Gravedigger: HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: Gravedigger!!
Gravedigger: FUCK THAT!! HOLY SHIT KATHERINE PHOENIX. JUST SET MORRIGANA ON FIRE!!
Loud roaring thunder rolls through the arena as lightning strikes the arena. The activity shakes up Katherine Phoenix. She leaves the ring as the paramedics fly down the entrance ramp to get to Morrigana.
Kyle Steel: YOUR WINNER, by means of incapacitating her opponent... KATHERINE PHOENIX!
Freddy Whoa: Well... that barely seems fair... but Katherine Phoenix wins I guess?
Zach Davis: What the heck is going on here!?
Freddy Whoa: What looks like to me is this... Little miss Phoenix played Morrigana.
Gravedigger: DUH!! A blind man saw that that coming, a MILE away.
Freddy Whoa: I mean she had Twilight now why have her now. No more Oblivion. No more Morrigana. Shiiiiiiit. Phoenix played evrybidy shiiiit. Bitch be real cool.
Katherine backs away real slow like. As she is spooked by the lightning and the thunder. She slowly walks away away until...
Katherine Phoenix: AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Oblivion: You pathetic insect!! You thought you could kill me!! Don't you know by now... OBLIVION IS IMMORTAL!!! BY THE POWERS OF THE DARKNESS, KATHERINE PHOENIX YOUR ASS BELONGS TO...
Gravedigger: Get ready for it....
Katherine Phoenix's face is drained of all life. Fear is overcome. Katherine is shaking and cannot stop. Her eyes are glowing white. A bellowing laughter is heard, as Katherine shakes her head as thunder rolls and lightning strikes , Katherine screams as she runs away, while the paramedics pushes the gurney of a burned Morrigana up the ramp.
After that huge Battle Royal, the crowd in Dallas, Texas are roaring for the next match. The next match will feature the first defense of the new Tag Team Champions putting their championships on the line against House of Ophelia. Standing in the center of the ring is Kyle Steel who switched it up in his white Tuxedo with a black tie, having the microphone under his chin finally getting the cue to garner the attention of the Texas crowd.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a Tag Team match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Tag Team Championships!
Suddenly, the introduction musical of “Grove Street” by Floor Baba play a little bit before the song is fully introduced. The crowd immediately start booing, and throwing all the radical insults towards the stage. K.L Henson walks in his white, and dark blueish wrestling pants with blue boots on followed by Mr. Holden also portraying the similar style of K.L’s attire. The lights slowly dim as they walk down to the ring, ignoring the hands of the fans. Mr. Holden is doing his best for them not to touch his coveted WCF Cruiserweight Championship belt around his waist.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the challengers! At a combined weight at 405 pounds. K.L Henson, and the WCF Cruiserweight Champion, Mr. Holden! House of Ophelia!
They both stand in the ring, and are mouthing off as loudly as they can on winning the Tag Team Championships. The music fades, and the lights brighten every detail of the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas. Holden keeps his championship belt over his right shoulder while the two men keep waiting on their opponents.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to Timebomb, everyone. A brief summary of how this match came to be. K.L Henson, and Andre Holmes had their rivalry on Twitter ever since he was announced as Second Head of Talent Relations. It even come to the point where Andre violently denied his authority, and K.L reacting by costing him the Television Title at Fifteen. Now these two will have a chance to put everything in the ring.
Gravedigger: Whoa Freddy! You also missing that The Family was supposed to be in this match but because of their petty, and irrelevant drama, they got dropped.
Zach Davis: Yes, that was exactly what happened. Now we are here, and we are waiting for the WCF Tag Team Champions!
Opening guitar riffs are playing with the booming sound of drums bashing against the speakers. The lights shut off completely for the visual of the titantron presenting Grayson Pierce preparing backstage by putting a shirt then the sequence of Andre wrapping wrist tape around his knuckles. The images disperse as the words “It’s a Rebellution” are shown on the screen. “Bones” by Young Guns begin with the flash of red fireworks streaming up in a line with red, and light colored strobe lights dancing around the arena in a similar fashion. Andre Holmes, and Grayson Pierce walks out in their attires all colored in red, and black with the Rebellution graphic logo. Grayson stands on his knees with the championship belt over his right shoulder, and Andre stands behind him screaming like a madman as he proudly raises up the WCF Tag Title belt over his head.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents! At a combined weight of 421 pounds. They are the WCF Tag Team Champions! Grayson Pierce, and Texas’ own Andre Holmes! Rebellution!
After interacting with the fans, Andre Holmes hops onto the apron, and takes a moment to stare at K.L who is smirking right back at him. Holden is on the apron in their own corner while Rebellution stand in their corner. The music fade, and the lights brighten back up again. The referee takes their belts as every competitor in the ring get ready for the match to begin. The Tag Title belts are shown off.
Gravedigger: They defeated Johnny Rabid, and Kyle Kemp to become the new WCF Tag Team Champions. Winning a title is easy but defending it is the trick.
Freddy Whoa: Well, that trick is about to see if it works because this match is underway!
Ding Ding Ding!
Andre, and Mr. Holden are the first to start off in the match. They both circle the ring but as Andre comes close to Henson, he drops off the apron to avoid any cheap shots. So Holden, and Andre meet up in the center of the ring, and they lock up by the shoulders. It’s pretty much a stalemate as they are both equally on paper with Holden being a little bit taller, and having more weight. Andre sweeps his leg behind Holden, and trips him down to the mat. The moment he sits up, his back is kicked so bad that the impact echoes right off the arena’s walls.
Zach Davis: Sickening kick to the spine of Mr. Holden. As we stated, Andre has a very popular MMA background, and a skilled striker.
Andre quickly wraps his hands around the head of Holden, and dragged him back up to his feet. Using his arm, he launched him into the ropes where Holden rebounded back into only, and Andre hooks his arm to Arm Drag him onto the mat. They both got up at the same time, and he was dragged back down to the mat for the second time. Both men on their feet, and Andre took the arm to wrench it over his head to keep Holden bent down. Thus, he kicked him multiple times into the chest before ending it with a upward soccer kick into the chin knocking him back down to the mat again. Grayson was supporting Andre on his offense, and K.L was demanding that Holden get back in the match. The first pin attempt was made.
Holden kicked out before the referee’s hand met the mat.
Gravedigger: I’m tellin’ ya. Andre’s one of the technical striker in the company. He’s striking mixed with his grappling gives him an edge in most matches.
Freddy Whoa: And now, Andre is mouthing to Henson who is getting testy on the apron.
The distraction is good but not good enough. Holden tries to hit Andre from behind but he saw it coming from a mile away. So he used the momentum, and threw him into the corner where his back slammed into the turnbuckles. Unfortunately, he was met with a vicious elbow into the chin that temporarily disoriented him. He made the tag, and Grayson stepped inside of the ring. The two of them held onto both arms of Holden, and used their strength to launch him into the ropes. Off the rebound, Holden was planted with a Double Dropkick from both men. Andre got out of the ring just in time, and the pin was made again.
He kicked out again, and Henson held very tightly on the tag string tied to the top turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Another kick out from Mr. Holden. The Cruiserweight Champion is getting dominated.
Zach Davis: Well Grayson, and Andre have been seriously training more in the Tag aspect. So expect a lot of teamwork between the two.
Grayson has Holden up already, and is firing up the chest with multiple chops. Each time, the crowd screams woo until Grayson runs back down into the ropes where he rebounds until Dropkicking him into Rebellution’s corner again. He rebounds off the corner, and quickly drops down onto the mat where he crawls for as much as he can to slap the hand off Henson who immediately get in the ring. Grayson looks behind him, and sees Andre who wants nothing more to tear his head off.
Zach Davis: Look at Andre, he’s ready to just demolish Henson, and Henson is saying no!
Grayson makes the tag, and Andre hops over the top rope to chase K.L whose left the ring. The two start a cat, and mice chase around the ring until Holden drops off the apron to clothesline Andre so hard into the ringside mat. The back of his head ricochets as Henson rolls him into the ring, and hooks up the leg for the cheap pin attempt.
Andre kicks out, and Henson demands that the referee be quicker in his counting. The onslaught continues when he unleashes multiple elbows into the skull of his opponent who is covering him from the ground, and pound. Henson drags him by the hair, and tosses his body into the corner to stomp him down in the corner. It eventually reaches the point to placing his foot down his throat, and choking him until the referee counts to five. Holden makes the tag on his back, and starts continuing from where he left off on stomping him down. Grayson is concerned that he is trapped which he pretty much is. They tag out again, and continue the intervals of beatdown on Andre. The crowd is booing them as heavily as possible.
Gravedigger: There we go. Good strategy by the House of Ophelia. The way they continue to keep Andre down in their corner, and constantly switch beating him down is a good way to ensure he doesn’t get back up again.
It eventually comes out with Holden as the legal man dragging him out of the corner, and picking him up off the mat to drive his right knee into the ribcage that forces him to double over. He quickly takes his head under his right arm pit, and takes the arm to deliver a grueling Suplex onto the mat. Holden rolls over to pick him back up again, and throw his back into the nearest corner. Resting in it, Holden clashes his body against his to sit him down in the corner before coming back with a brutal boot side washing his face across. Andre is dragged into the center, and now his head is completely isolated in a Side Headlock with Holden applying his heavier weight to pin him down.
Zach Davis: After a brutal beatdown, Holden has Andre in a Side Headlock right on the mat. God, K.L is enjoying watching Andre being beaten down. Look at his face, he’s laughing about it. Grayson is trying his best to get his partner to tag him in.
Freddy Whoa: He needs to get the tag, he’s taken too much damage.
The crowd keeps building up their cheers, trying to get Andre to muster up the courage to fight against the submission. He starts to twist his body to stand on his knees, and then both man are on their feet in that submission. Andre elbows Holden in the ribs which loosens the grip allowing him to slip behind. He turns him around, and rapidly digs in his elbow into the cheek of Holden until he gets knee’d in the ribs to be stunned again. Holden runs to the ropes behind, and rebounds only for Andre to scoop him right off the mat, and sit down with his legs spread to drive his neck on the exposed canvas with a Michinoku Driver II. Both men are down, and now K.L and Grayson are calling for the tag.
Zach Davis: Michinoku Driver II! The impact how Holden landed was just insane. Now both are down on the mat, and each one is crawling to their corner.
Freddy Whoa: Henson is in first, he’s running to Grayson!
Henson runs across the ring, and knocks Grayson off the apron. That sneaky little forearm did the trick on making sure that Andre does not get a chance of multiplying the risk of losing the Tag Titles. He turns around, and sees that his opponent is barely standing. Quickly reaching, he charges to him but Andre throws up a leg only for it to be caught in the hands of K.L. He thought it would be a good idea to spin him around but it wasn’t. The added velocity to the spin propelled Andre off the mat to kick him into the cheek temporarily knocking him out on the mat with an ear-splitting Tornado Kick!
Gravedigger: He’s rocked! K.L Henson is rocked!
Andre continues crawling to his corner, and one huge dive makes the SLAP! Grayson quickly runs into the ring, and clothesline Henson down to the mat. Holden intervenes but is also clotheslined down into the mat too. It’s back and forth how both men are sent down into the mat. Henson runs at Grayson only for him to wrap his arms around his waist, and Atomic Drop him onto his knee. After standing there holding his jewels, he gets Lariated down to the mat with that Short Arm Clothesline!
Zach Davis: Sickening Lariat by Pierce! Here comes the pin!
Holden jumped into brush off the pin. The moment he came back up, Grayson was eating clubs down the back. The brutal impacts kept him down on his hands, and knees. He backed up for a moment until Andre slided into the ring, and ran to Grayson by stepping on his back to use it as a trampoline to wrap his legs around Holden’s neck, and flip him onto the mat with a Hurricaranna. Holden rolls right out of the ring, and this gives Henson the chance to slip back into apron to make a tag for Holden to be the legal man. Andre stays on the other corner, and receives the tag from Grayson.
Gravedigger: Henson makes the tag, and so does Andre. Bothe men are in the ring.
Andre quickly rushes to Henson but is unfortunately Belly to Belly Suplexed into the corner by Holden where he stucks himself in a Tree of Woe. They both see an opportunity as Grayson is using the time to even recover. Henson, and Holden make some distance before Holden whips Henson into Andre to wash his foot deep against the face of Andre. Before he could even get off, Holden quickly spears the exposed ribs of Andre deeper into the turnbuckles which flips him off onto his back, and he’s barely even moving. Holden makes the pin!
Grayson uses the last energy he has to push Holden of the pin, and now all men are down on the mat. The crowd are screaming at how insane this match is going already!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Zach Davis: All four men are down on the mat, and the Tag Team Championships are on the line. Who is going to be the Tag Team Champions at the end of the night?!
Henson rolls out of the ring to recover, and Andre sees him standing by the announce table to get some air. He pushes himself off the mat, and quickly runs to the ropes behind him to rebound into the opposing ropes to dive between the middle, and bottom to spear Henson in the chest to hit his back against the edge of the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: Heat Seeking Missile! Heat Seeking Missile! Henson is still up barely, and move out of the way! Pierce!
Pierce puts the finishing touches by leaping over the top rope, and causing a Suicide Dive onto Henson that throws him across the announce table into the chairs as he did Dune before One. Both men quickly help each other to get into the ring where Holden stand up. Before Holden could get a move in, they both quickly Superkick him down onto the mat.
Freddy Whoa: DOUBLE SUPERKICK! HOLDEN IS DOWN!
Grayson gets an idea, and whispers into Andre’s ear. He smirks, and quickly goes into the corner to go to the top rope while Grayson turns Holden onto his chest to reach his arms from above, and stand on his knees. He rocks him back and forth until lying down on his back completely, hoisting up Mr. Holden in the air with an Elevated surfboard.
Gravedigger: VICTORY MARCH SUBMISSION! But why is he applying his submission finisher when he’s not the legal man?
Zach Davis: Oh my god, it can’t be. IT CAN’T BE!
Andre Holmes stands on the top rope with his back facing exactly where Holden is held. He leaps backwards to corkscrew his body into a 450 degree motion flip where his ribs collides against Holden’s with Grayson placing his knees on Holden’s back to sandwich him completely. The crowd shoot up off their seats from the combined moves again!
Crowd: OOOOOH! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: THE REBLLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED! THAT’S WHAT THEY CALL IT! ANDRE IS GOING FOR THE PIN WHILE K.L HENSON IS GETTING UP!
He hooks the leg!
Ding Ding Ding!
Zach Davis: THEY DID IT! THEY RETAINED THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!
Kyle Steel: Introducing your winner, and STILL the WCF Tag Team Champions, Andre Holmes, and Grayson Pierce. Rebellution!
Andre helps Grayson back up to his feet, and the referee gives them back their Tag Team Championship belts. He stands in the middle between them, and takes their wrists to raise them up high as they retained their championships.
Gravedigger: Well, they made a great showing on their first defense. That new finishing move was amazing, and I hope to see more of it.
Freddy Whoa: Rebellution retains the Tag Team Championships, and have proven that they are not going down without a fight.
Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal
Zach Davis: Next up is our Trilogy Cup Tournament Wildcard Battle Royal!
Gravedigger: Can one of you nerds explain the rules?
Freddy Whoa: Well, standard battle royal rules. However, the eliminations will determine the order in which you get the right to jump into the Trilogy Cup Tournament. For example, if Sarah Twilight would defeat Jared Holmes but get injured next week, the winner of this match would replace Sarah Twilight in the tournament. If the winner of tonight's match was injured, the second runner up would replace him... etc., etc.! Until we get to the finals!
Zach Davis: After what happened earlier tonight, unfortunately Teo Del Sol will NOT be competing.
The other eleven men begin brawling with one another.
Gravedigger: Here we go!
Johnny Rabid and ZMAC quickly pair up with one another and begin beating down Bad News Benson. Jordan Wolfam runs at Adam Young but Adam Young throws Wolfram right over the top!
Freddy Whoa: Oof! Our first elimination!
Rage Maxx runs at Adam Young next and Adam Young sidesteps him and throws him out too!
Zach Davis: Another elimination!
Gravedigger: Adam Young is on fire!, as always.
Adam Young runs at Raymond Hatcher and tackles him down but Hatcher saw it coming. Hatcher rolls away and both men are to their feet. Young goes for a Lariat but Hatcher ducks it and hits a German Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: These two men competed for the Tag Team Titles at One!, and now they've come to this!
Young pops back up and Hatcher takes him down with a Clothesline. Young gets up again and Hatcher throws him out - but Young lands on the apron. Young Springboards in and takes Hatcher down with a Springboard Clothesline of his own!
Zach Davis: Adam Young is up -
TAKEN DOWN BY BAD NEWS BENSON! Benson runs at Young and Clotheslines him out!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Bad News Benson with the surprise elimination out of nowhere!
Gravedigger: What an upset! Adam Young was the favorite to win this match!
Benson turns and eats a Missile Dropkick from Raymond Hatcher!, sending the big man flying out!
Zach Davis: There goes the big man Bad News! I don't think Raymond Hatcher was too happy that he took out Adam Young before he could.
Raymond Hatcher turns and is immediately met with a knee from Andre Jenson. Hatcher hits the ropes but doesn't let himself go over. He blocks a few kick attempts from Jenson before kicking Jenson in the gut.
Freddy Whoa: Gutwrench Powerbomb!
No!, Jenson reverses it with a Hurricanrana!, sending Hatcher stumbling forward. Hatcher is sent into the waiting arms of Shadowlove who executes a Belly to Belly Suplex, sending Hatcher out!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Raymond Hatcher eliminated by the Handsome Half-Breed!
Shadowlove gets up and pounds his chest.
Zach Davis: Shadowlove has impressed us in the short time he's been here but that was unbelievable!
Shadowlove stands and is tossed out by Bonnie Blue.
Gravedigger: Not quite!, Shadowlove holds on.
Shadowlove gets back in and Bonnie Blue runs at him; Shadowlove reverses it into a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker. Shadowlove is quickly taken down by Johnny Rabid, who drops him with a Fameasser!
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Rabid is.. well.. rabid. He doesn't have a ton of accolades YET in the WCF but he's clearly on his way. Some say that if it wasn't for the #beachkrew, if he was more focused on himself, he'd be a World Title contender already.
Gravedigger: The Trilogy Cup Tournament wildcard could be his chance.
Rabid gets back to his feet and is quickly taken down with a Spinning Heel Kick from Andre Jenson. Jenson lifts Rabid back up and goes to throw him out, but Rabid reverses the irish whip. Jenson runs to the ropes and Springboards, hitting Rabid with a forearm as he comes back.
Zach Davis: Andre Jenson bringing the fight to the #beachkrew! After Jenson's storied feud with Kyle Kemp, this has to feel great!
Jenson measures Rabid up...
Freddy Whoa: CRITICAL HIT!
As Jenson is running at Rabid, Zombie McMorris captures him and hits a Sitout Powerslam! The fans boo as Jenson stumbles up and McMorris runs at him, hitting a Boot Party kick. Without missing a beat, McMorris throws Jenson over the top.
Gravedigger: The man that holds the Hardcore and Internet Titles, playing the spoiler once again. What a beast.
McMorris is spun around by Shadowlove who whips him to the ropes.
Crowd: DDT! DDT!
Shadowlove catches McMorris and hits his special Dark Gift DDT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Dark Gift to the iconic ZMAC!
Shadowlove grins as the double Champion stumbles up.... BUT ZMAC ROARS AT SHADOWLOVE! ZMAC runs at Shadowlove but Shadowlove grabs him and throws him over the top!
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris' rage got the best of him!, this time!
Shadowlove gets up and is met with a Diving Knee Drop Bulldog from Bonnie Blue! Shadowlove gets back up and Bonnie Blue Clotheslines him out!
Gravedigger: ANOTHER ELIMINATION!
Bonnie Blue is joined by DeMarcus Jordan, who had been kicking Johnny Rabid in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: We're down to three competitors here. This doesn't look good for Johnny Rabid.
Zach Davis: For once, the numbers game was not in the favor of #beachkrew, and DeMarcus Jordan has done a good job protecting Bonnie Blue throughout this match, and vice versa.
Rabid yells for Jordan and Blue to bring it, and both run at him, going for a Linked Clothesline. He rolls through it and gets to his feet, both Blue and Jordan run at him and he grabs them by the throat.
Gravedigger: DOUBLE CHOKESLAM!
No!, Rabid is strong, but not THAT strong; he is kicked in the gut by Blue and Jordan, who then hit a Double Suplex. They lift Rabid up and throw him out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Rabid eliminated!
No, Rabid is able to skin the cat, just as DeMarcus Jordan and Bonnie Blue were about to tie up. Rabid runs at them and is able to shove both of them out at the same time as neither of them suspected it!
Gravedigger: JOHNNY RABID WINS!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: What a victory! Johnny Rabid of the #beachkrew gets into the Trilogy Cup Tournament field!, albeit by surprise.
Blue and Jordan are up and not happy on the outside, cursing themselves for taking Rabid's elimination for granted. Rabid simply basks in the glory he seems to have known was his all along.
Ding ding ding!
Gravedigger: Let’s get this show on the road!
Sarah Twilight runs forward and hops into the air to hit Jared with a running dropkick, but Jared, with his hands behind his back, easily moves out of the way, allowing her to fall on her back next to the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: No surprise there
Gravedigger: Seamlessly avoiding Sarah, he looks so confident going into this matchup!
Jared: Hm. Pitiful.
Sarah angrily gets to her feet, but Jared whips out his hand and slaps her across the face, causing her to fall down against the turnbuckle! The crowd immediately shouts in disbelief that he’d treat a woman in such a way.
Freddy Whoa: Despicable behavior!
Gravedigger: But is it really that unexpected for a man like Holmes?
Jared grabs her by the jaw, lifts her so that she’s standing up straight, pulls back his hand, and knife edge chops her across her chest, following it up by taking his other hand and shoving her face roughly into the turnbuckle. He runs back into the opposite corner…
Zach Davis: Is he already going for it!?
He launches out of the corner and runs straight to Sarah, hopping up and doing a 180 in the air to set up for his Phoenix Splash into the corner…
But as he jumps back into the air, she uses the ring ropes to pull herself up and dropkick his back, sending him down onto the floor!
Freddy Whoa: Youch!
Gravedigger: If you look closely, you can pinpoint the exact moment in which his back gets rocked by that kick… Pull up a replay of that, I’ll show you!
Sarah catches her breath and tries to regain some semblance of composure as he had rocked her earlier in the match with that devastating slap. Eventually she gains enough of her own sense back to see Jared on his hands and knees in the middle of the ring, recovering from that kick to the back.
With a devious smile, she takes off from the corner and leaps into the air to hit a running curbstomp…!
But Jared switches the position of his body, obviously having been playing possum, and catches her in an electric chair position!
Gravedigger: He’s got all the control in this hold, no way she’s going to be able to pretty much anything from there!
Freddy Whoa: And when Jared Holmes has all the control, bad things happen.
Jared angrily pushes Sarah over his shoulders, and as she’s falling to the ground to land on her feet, he swings up his foot to kick her right between her legs! She winces and collapses to the floor in pain.
Gravedigger: Jesus, imagine if she had some boys of her own down there… that’d finish a match!
He viciously pulls her to her feet before rebounding off the ropes and jumping into the air, hitting a flying forearm straight to the back of her head! She stumbles forward, hits the ring ropes, and bounces back just in time for Jared to rebound off those same ropes and hit her with another flying forearm, this time straight to the nose, bloodying her up real quick!
Zach Davis: This is hard to watch…
He then wrenches her to her feet, shoves her into a corner, and wraps her arms around the top rope so she doesn’t fall down while he rebounds off the opposite corner, turns in mid-sprint, and executes a perfect Sharknado Splash into the corner!
Zach Davis: Just pin her, you animal!
He grabs her, throws her behind him, and then hops up on the second rope to springboard off, backflip in the air, and attempt to hit a springboard moonsault inverted DDT…!
And he does! He plants her head into the ground with her entire body still up in the air, stiff as a board. But he doesn’t let up for even one second, however, and immediately pops her up to her feet in time just to hit the Cliché Kick into the stomach…!
And when she doubles over, he floats over her head, wraps his arms around her belly, and then flips over… hitting her with his finish! The Dolphin Driver!
Gravedigger: Jesus H. Christ.
She crumples to the floor and he flips her over, the senior official going down to count the first fall of the match as he pulls out the Getting Swoll pin…
And with one final pushup, he gets to his feet, spits in her general direction, and gets his hand held up for the win!
Zach Davis: This was a short and brutal bout and it definitely made a statement.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah. I’m just not sure if I like that statement all too much.
Gravedigger: Well, he’s moving on in the Trilogy Cup Tournament, that’s for sure. And I’m worried for the rest of the bracket if this is how Jared will be showing up from now on…
Freddy Whoa: More Trilogy Cup action coming up. This time we’ve got #BeachKrew’s Kyle Kemp squaring off against ⅓ if the Trios Champions, Dune.
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from Chicago, IL...weighing in at 210 lbs….KYYLLE KEEEEMP!
He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
Zach Davis: Kemp’s proven himself as a mainstay in the WCF, and he’s been on a roll since joining #BeachKrew. This is his opportunity to take that next step on the way to achieving the ultimate goal of any wrestler in the business: to win the WCF World Title.
Gravedigger: Any COMPETENT wrestler, Zach. Plenty know they’re not worthy...but Kemp most certainly is.
Freddy Whoa: And he’s got a giant obstacle in his way tonight.
The lights fade as David Lynch's "The Pink Room" hits in the darkness. Golden spotlights scan the audience, and smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights that glow just beyond the curtain. An explosion sets off two pillars of fire on the stage, and Dune emerges in their wake. He stands atop the ramp and takes in the scene, acknowledging the WCF Faithful before he turns toward the ring. His cold eyes remain fixed on it as he strides down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUUUNE!
The ring glows amidst the darkness as he slides in and shoots to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, looking out at the crowd and testing the ropes before he finds his corner. He continues to loosen up as the lights come back on.
Freddy Whoa: And we’re set to begin!
DING - DING - DING
Dune stands tall in his corner, eyeing Kemp as he moves toward him slowly. Kemp’s hands are up and at the ready, and he comes to a stop a few feet away from Dune, staying light on his feet as the two stare each other down. Dune bends at the knee and puts his hands up, and the anticipating crowd reaches a fever pitch
Freddy Whoa: Kemp’s a brawler by nature, and at 6’4” he stands just an inch shorter than Dune. Though his wiry frame might not hold up if he stands toe-to-toe with Dune’s more massive one.
Finally, Kemp charges, and Dune spins out of the way before Kemp slams into the corner. Dune turns and lands a hard side-kick to Kemp’s ribs before he begins pummeling his gut in the corner. Before Dune can land more than a few blows though, Kemp manages to roll out. The crowd boos as Kemp gathers himself, then begins to cheer as Dune comes after him.
Zach Davis: Dune giving chase…
Gravedigger: Run, Kyle! Run!
He does, and he evades Dune and slides into the ring. Dune slides in afterward, catching a couple hard stomps from Kemp. Dune finds his feet, though the stomps are enough to daze him, and Kemp wastes no time in capitalizing. He lays into him with a barrage of rights and left.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp getting the best of Dune here!
Gravedigger: Kemp’s corner game’s top notch. If he can get the big man there, he might be able to end this quicker than - uh oh…
Dune manages to dodge a string of strikes, then grab holds of Kemp and throws him into the nearby corner. Kemp winces and reaches for his back as he takes a few steps forward, and Dune lays him out with a clothesline.
Zach Davis: Uh oh is right. Dune’s got Kemp off his feet, and that’s not a place Kyle wants to be.
Gravedigger: What do you know about what Kyle Kemp wants? The man’s better than you Zach, you’re not on his level!
Zach Davis: I -
A collective “Ooooh!” from the crowd cuts him off as Dune lands a hard knee to the downed Kemp. He lifts him up and plants him with a double-arm DDT, then rolls him over and covers.
Freddy Whoa: This could be all she wrote!
Freddy Whoa: No - Kemp kicks out!
Dune finds his feet, and he begins to lift Kyle up before receiving a low-blow. He releases Kemp, who slams a hard fist into Dune’s half-masked face. Dune stands up straight, and Kyle chops his chest once...twice...three times.
Gravedigger: Listen to those chops from Kemp - I wouldn’t want to be Dune right now!
Kemp backs him into the corner before grabbing his arm and whipping him across the ring. Kemp follows, landing a stiff clothesline to Dune’s throat in the opposite corner. Dune stumbles forward, and Kemp knees him in the gut and plants him with a DDT of his own before covering.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp’s going for the win!
Freddy: No! Dune kicks out.
Kemp knees Dune’s face before standing. He makes to stomp once more, but Dune manages to roll out of the way. Kemp’s knee hyperextends upon slamming into the mat, and Dune shoots to his feet and slams a heavy boot into the back of the knee Kemp grabs at. Kyle falls over, and Dune drives an elbow into his skull before getting back to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp’s in trouble now. He looks to have hurt that knee.
Dune pulls Kemp up and slams another hard boot into Kemp’s knee, sending him back to the mat as he writhes in pain. Dune stands him up once more, and he catches Kemp’s head beneath his armpit before lifting and sending his feet skyward.
Zach Davis: Hourglass!
Dune sits out, planting Kemp’s head into the mat. He stands up and looks around at the frenzied crowd before pulling Kemp to his feet. He catches his head between his legs in a standing headscissors, and the crowd goes wild as he hooks both arms behind Kemp’s back.
Freddy Whoa: Here it comes - if Dune hits the Sandstorm here, it’ll be all she wrote for Kyle Kemp.
Dune heaves Kemp over his head, but before he can catch his arms in the crucifix position, Kemp locks his long legs around Dune’s head and begins to pummel him. Dune is dazed, though he still manages to run toward the ropes, though his effort to fling Kemp over the top isn’t wholly successful, and both men go toppling over and out of the ring. They land awkwardly, and Dune slams his head against some of the exposed concrete. The ref begins the count.
Freddy Whoa: Both men beginning to stir now.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp takes a knee as Dune still struggles to find himself.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp wobbles to his feet, and Dune’s not far behind him. Ooh! Kemp slams his Jordans into Dune’s ribs before sliding back into the ring.
Freddy: Dune JUST slides in!
Gravedigger: And Kyle Kemp’s Jordans are there to greet him again.
Kemp stomps on Dune, then lifts the big man up and wraps his arms around his waist, flinging him overhead with a Belly-to-Belly. Dune lands hard behind him, and he reaches for his arched back as Kemp rolls to his feet. He makes his way over to the corner as Dune begins to find his feet.
Zach Davis: What’s Kemp doing? If he wants to win, he needs to be staying on Dune at all times!
Gravedigger: What do you know about winning in this business you little turd?! Now shut up and watch Kyle Kemp be better than you!
Kemp climbs to the top turnbuckle, and just as Dune finds his vertical base, he leaps off and slams his 6’4” frame into Dune’s with a flying crossbody.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp with the cover!!
Freddy Whoa: No! Dune kicked out! My God that was a close one! Kemp almost had the win secured!!
Kemp is first to his feet, obviously frustrated at the two-count. He gets in the ref’s face as Dune gets to his feet. Dune, still dazed, charges at Kemp and spears him to the mat. The ref goes down as well, and the crowd gasps as all three men lie in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Dune caught the ref with a piece of his shoulder on that spear!
Zach Davis: He sure did, Freddy.
Gravedigger: And a piece was all it took. What a pussy. I ought to be in there officiating this match.
Dune slowly finds his feet, and as Kemp grabs the ropes from his knees, he slugs him in the side of the face. Kemp flops against the mat, though he’s quick to find the ropes and struggle back to his knees. He finds his feet, and the two begin to trade blows as the ref lies motionless nearby. Blood begins to splatter down upon him as they brawl.
Freddy Whoa: Good God! Kemp is opened up!
Zach Davis: So’s Dune! Kemp’s standing toe-to-toe with him!
Kemp misses with a hard right, and Dune shoots up from a ducking position and clocks Kemp square in the jaw. Kemp is out on his feet, and Dune grabs him by the neck and waist before lifting him high overhead. He slams Kemp’s spin into his rising knee, and the crowd gasps to see Dune flop Kyle back down to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Death Knell on Kyle Kemp...this one could be over, folks.
Gravedigger: You say that as if there’s a conscious referee in the ring.
Dune makes to pick Kyle back up, and the crowd becomes overly excited at the act...but only because of the man who parts the crowd and hops over the rail.
Freddy Whoa: It’s Johnny Rabid!!
Zach Davis: What’s he doing here?!
Gravedigger: One, he’s #BeachKrew. Two, he’s Kemp’s tag partner. And three - and perhaps most importantly of all - Rabid’s here for revenge. It’s a bitter pill, Zach! Someday you’ll get yours...but tonight it’s Dune’s turn!!
Rabid slides into the ring as Dune gets Kemp to his feet. Dune turns just in time to duck a spinning heel kick from Rabid. Both men turn and charge before Rabid leaps into the air.
Freddy Whoa: KINGDOM DESTROYER!!!
Rabid twists Dune around and slams his head into the mat. The crowd gasps to see him land so awkwardly.
Zach Davis: Not like this!
Gravedigger: JUST like this!!
Rabid slides out of the ring as the ref begins to stir and find his feet. Rabid backs up the ramp and stares with a maniacal grin as Kemp pulls Dune to his feet. He grabs him by the arm and flings him against the ropes, and upon his return, Kemp hits a Flapjack into a Hangman.
Freddy Whoa: SHOW OFF!
Gravedigger: Kemp’s got him if he capitalizes!
Dune springs backward off the ropes and lands flat on the mat. He finds his knees...and Kemp charges.
Freddy Whoa: BACK TO THE MINORS!!!
The face punt sends Dune back down, and Kemp covers immediately.
DING - DING - DING
Gravedigger: KEMP WINS! KEMPS WINS!
Freddy Whoa: Kyle Kemp advances in the Trilogy Cup after a win against last year’s winner, Dune!!
Kemp slides out of the ring, and he joins Rabid on the ramp. The two #BeachKrewmen celebrate as they make their way up, stopping on the stage to take one last peek at Dune as he struggles to his feet. Dune and Rabid lock eyes from afar for a fleeting moment before Rabid disappears behind the curtain.
Freddy Whoa: And tensions continue to build between Dune and Johnny Rabid.
Zach Davis: Dune won’t be quick to forget that Rabid cost him a potential World Title shot tonight.
Gravedigger: Bah! Kemp had Dune from the get go, and if he keeps performing at the high level we've seen him at recently, the sky’s the limit for him.
As we come back from commercial, both Atreyu and Occulo are already in the ring.
Zach Davis: We just witnessed quite the upset as Kyle Kemp advanced over Dune, and now we've got another hot match between Benjamin Atreyu and Occulo. Benjamin Atreyu is no stranger to Trilogy Cup Tournaments.
Ding ding ding!
Freddy Whoa: I can’t wait for this matc-
Benjamin Atreyu: Hey! Look over there, it’s Tom Hardy rocking a handlebar mustache and a waistcoat!
Stanley Moser: Huh? Where!?
Senior Official Stanley Moser turns all the way around, looking into the crowd along with Atreyu’s opponent, Occulo, who both just have to see this for themselves.
Gravedigger: Wait, what’s Atreyu doing…?
Meanwhile, Benjamin looks into the crowd and gestures for them to throw him something!
Gravedigger: He’s motioning to the crowd for a weapon! Brilliant!
Zach Davis: Not brilliant, completely cheap and unfair!
At that moment, the crowd toss him a limited edition Joey Flash candlestick, which he then snatches out of the air, spins around, and clocks Occulo on the back of the head with it, immediately tossing it through the ring ropes.
Zach Davis: No!
Freddy Whoa: That could kill a guy!
Benjamin pulls him over for the cover and Stanley Moser, who has given up on his search for Tom Hardy, looks surprised at the cover and drops down to count the three!
Just barely a kick out by Occulo, who gets the shoulder up at two and a half.
Zach Davis: I was worried the match was gonna end then and there…
Gravedigger: So what if it did? You’re not supposed to be biased!
Freddy Whoa: Oh pipe down, Digger.
Benjamin Atreyu gets to his feet in a frustrated fury, stomping across the ring and throwing obscene hand gestures in the direction of the official, screaming something about how God didn’t give Stanley Moser the God Given Talent of counting a pinfall.
As Occulo wobbles to his feet, Benjamin jumps in for the attack, striking his hunched over body with a variety of fast and rushed elbow strikes! And when he straightens out a bit to dodge the attacks, the elbow strikes turn into European uppercuts!
Gravedigger: Atreyu’s obviously mad for not getting the fall…
Occulo bounces off a nearby top rope when hit with an uppercut, walks forward a few steps, and bends over a bit only for Benjamin Atreyu to pull him straight between his legs, angrily raining down one forearm onto his back before wrapping his arms around Occulo’s waist and attempting to hit him with a snap powerbomb…
But Occulo reverses it by wrapping his legs around his head and pulling upwards, locking Atreyu in with an elevated Epitome! One of his finishing maneuvers!
Freddy Whoa: Oh! Oh!
Zach Davis: He could finish it right here!
Occulo yells outward as Atreyu drops down to his knees and he falls on his back, causing the hold to fall through. But as it does, Occulo scrambles to his feet.
Zach Davis: Time to make a comeback, Occulo!
Occulo desperately stomps Benjamin over and over again, pulling a fist back and sending it straight through his opponent’s jaw, nearly falling over from throwing most of his being into it.
Gravedigger: Goddamn! What a punch!
He then clumsily rebounds off the ropes, and then leaps into the air to hit his main finisher, the Subliminal Message…!
But Benjamin easily avoids the disoriented wrestler’s attack, countering it with his own upwards knee strike into Occulo’s jaw, nearly knocking him out cold!
Gravedigger: Sweet Lord Baby Jesus, what a knee!
Zach Davis: H-He must have a concussion after this assault to his cranium!
Occulo stays planted on his knees, his head lulling from side to side as his eyes glaze over. Benjamin grabs his jaw in one hand.
Benjamin: You try to ignore me all week, boy!? You wanna play games!? I’ll play games! I’ll play games better than anybody! I AM THE GREATEST WRESTLER THIS FEDERATION HAS EVER SEEN!
Taking a few steps back, he lets out one triumphant roar before spinning around and hitting the kneeling, rocked Occulo with the Black Eye Sonata, a roaring elbow!
Freddy Whoa: Stop! Stop, he’s already dead!
Benjamin Atreyu pulls his groggy opponent to his feet and spins him around and hooking his leg in the process.
Benjamin: Finishing it!
Benjamin then whips Occulo in the air, spins around, and hits a Seraphim’s Call! He bridges out and goes for the pin!
Benjamin Atreyu lets go of the pin and gets to his feet, refusing to let the referee hold up his hand as he waves off the crowd booing him and starts heading straight to the back.
Gravedigger: Seems like Benjamin’s got a chip on his shoulder!
Zach Davis: The Trilogy Cup Tournament is off to a… frightening start.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to TIMEBOMB!
Gravedigger: The ring crew has lowered the steel cage! Next we will see Tiffany White take on Chance Von Crank in a steel cage.
Freddy Whoa: This could get violent. These two have been fighting it out over the past two months.
Zach Davis: cVc is one vile human being while Tiffany only attempted to help Chance’s girlfriend, Pixie Paradoxxx.
Gravedigger: She stole cVc’s old lady and now he’s got her back. Chance has been fined for his latest promo. Disgusting.
The lights in the arena go out. The crowd begins to cheer excited about the upcoming cage match. Pixie’s high pitched childlike laugh echoes throughout the arena. The laugh is followed by a shotgun cocking then immediately firing. After the huge blast a new guitar riff begins as the lights come back on.
The crowd goes wild as the lights reveal Slayer across the stage. The crowd is completely surprised to see one of the most beloved metal bands of all time.
Slayer begins to play “Disciple” off the God Hates Us All album in front of a huge pentagram.
“Drones since the dawn of time. Compelled to live your sheltered lives. Not once has anyone ever seen. Such a rise of pure hypocrisy. I'll instigate! I'll free your mind! I'll show you what I've known all this time!”
“God Hates Us All!, God Hates Us All!”
Pixie Paradoxxx walks out onto the stage leading to the crowd to begin booing. Slayer kept them at bay but the very sight of Pixie causes the crowd to turn. Pixie has a chain around her left wrist that still leads behind the curtain. She looks back then pulls her rubber Ronald Reagan mask over her head as Chance Von Crank emerges.
Slayer continues to play cVc’s new theme song is in full swing as Crank passes by Kerry King.
Gravedigger: Slayer is playing cVc to the ring. How badass is that?
Zach Davis: Chance appears to be ready to go. He has chained Pixie to his right wrist? That may cause difficulty in a cage match.
Freddy Whoa: cVc may be the actual antichrist.
Chance walks down the ramp as Slayer finishes up the song. The ringside crew hurry to clear all of the bands equipment after they finish. Crank looks up at the cage with wonder in his eyes. He pulls Pixie to the side farthest away from the cage door.
Zach Davis: He has a key to the cuffs. Is he going to chain her to the cage?
Crank unhooks his right wrist. He then hooks it secure around the bottom of the cage. cVc hands Pixie his robe then struts around the cage. The fans continue to boo with each and every step he takes.
Freddy Whoa: They hate cVc in Texas!
Gravedigger: Yeah but look at the younger fans. They are many people here tonight who bought cVc merchandise.
Freddy Whoa: Touche’.
Crank walks up the ring steps to get up onto the apron. He sticks his head through the ropes and cage door to look around. His signature sly grin crosses his face and he glides through the ropes then cage door. Chance looks over at Pixie while he waits patiently for Tiffany White.
Right on cue, “Lean On” by Major Lazer hit’s the PA. Tiffany White steps out the curtain, looking more pissed off and determined to win then ever before. But before she makes her way down the ramp, a figure pops out from the curtain behind her.
Zach Davis: JARED HOLMES! HOLMES IS ATTACKING TIFFANY WITH THE BATON BEFORE SHE’S EVEN LEFT THE STAGE.
Freddy Whoa: Come on playa, this is just unnecessary. You’re not even involved in this match!
Gravedigger: Come on you prude’s this is BRILLIANT tactics by Holmes, taking out the competition ahead of time.
Zach Davis: You call it brilliance, I call it cowardice!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think Chance seems to care one bit, he’s watching from the cage, and he’s got the biggest grin on his face.
As Chance gazes on, Jared continues to assault Tiffany, targeting her ribs with each shot. The heat in the building is NUCLEAR, though Jared couldn’t care less about what they think.
Finally, after striking Tiffany about 20 or so times, he grabs her by the air, dragging her down the entrance ramp, before shoving her through the door and into the cage. He grabs the keys to the cage from a nearby ref, who knows not to cross Jared lest he end up like Tiffany, and Holmes personally locks the cage door with Tiffany inside.
Jared Holmes: Break a leg, slut!
And with that, Jared makes his exit, the crowd booing him out of the arena, as Tiffany slowly gets up to her feet.
Zach Davis: Tiffany looks completely destroyed in there, but she looks ready to go anyway.
Gravedigger: Confidence just oozes from The Trailer Park Prodigy. Jared just helped him out BIG TIME tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Tiffany hopes to slay the boogeyman here tonight. But can she do it with a fucked up abdomen?
White and Crank stand in opposite corners awaiting for the bell. The referee on the outside comes over and locks the cage door. He pockets the key then walks over to the time keepers table.
Gravedigger: It all comes down to this. These two have some major unfinished business.
Freddy Whoa: Tonight they finish that business.
The referee calls for the bell to start the match. White and Crank charge at each other. They meet in the center of the ring. Chance clotheslines Tiffany off her feet. He then begins to stomp at her on the mat. She rolls around to avoid the mud stomps. Crank finally catches her with a big stomp to the rib cage!
Zach Davis: Chance strikes first!
White rolls around on the mat. Chance gives chase and continues trying to stomp her. She nabs his right leg after a missed stomp. She twists his ankle with all her strength. Chance falls face first and Tiffany holds onto the ankle. White positions herself for a ankle lock! Crank continues to cuss at her while she attempts to break his ankle.
Freddy Whoa: Tiffany has applied an ankle lock! She may get him to tap here!
Gravedigger: No way.
Chance reaches behind him for anything. He gets ahold of White’s crotch. She yelps as he squeezes hard. Tiffany lets him go then pushes him forward. A look of pure shock crosses her face after cVc violated her in front of thousands.
Zach Davis: He will be fined for that.
Freddy Whoa: Heavily fined. No disqualification in this one.
Chance rolls back to his feet to face Tiffany. She is beyond pissed after what he just did. White charges full of rage at cVc. Crank rushes towards her also and hits her with a nasty knee smash! The precise knee shot to the forehead sends Tiffany backwards in a daze. cVc catches White’s right hand before she can fall down. He spins her around to face the inside of the cage at the ropes. Crank gets ahold of her by the hair of her head. He forces her force forward into the cage! He begins to drag her face across right then back left. The crowd boos uncontrollably!
Zach Davis: That looks painful. He has cut her below the eye now!
Gravedigger: There will be bled shed. This is a cage match.
Tiffany spins around to face Crank with her jaw now bleeding. She drops to her knees and uppercuts him in the crotch with the most brutal low blow of the night. The crowd pops. Crank falls to his knees so she headbutts him.
Freddy Whoa: Ouch.
cVc continues to hold his crotch sitting on both knees. Tiffany bounces off the ropes and slingshot bulldogs Chance from behind! Crank hits the mat face first. She gets back to her feet quickly and heads for the cage door!
Freddy Whoa: White wants to win! She is going for the cage door.
Gravedigger: Crank is back to his feet!
Chance chases her down just as the referee opens the door for her to escape. He spins her around and delivers a huge backhand chop across both her breasts. She yelps just before he hits her with another huge backhand chop! Crank situates Tiffany’s head between his legs. He cradles her up for a pump handle slam! He moves forward and drops her neck first across the top turnbuckle in the corner! The crowd gasps.
Zach Davis: Oh my…
Freddy Whoa: Crank is trying to hurt Tiffany White!
Gravedigger: No shit.
Tiffany lands in a pile in the corner. Crank grins at the carnage and turns towards the cage door. He heads towards the door slowly. White shakes her head then grasps the back of her neck. Soreness has already set in but she uses the corner ropes to pull herself back to her feet. The crowd cheers as she charges across the ring at Chance. He turns as she approaches, she hits him with a huge right cross! Crank slumps forward and Tiffany uppercuts him with a huge elbow!
Freddy Whoa: Tiffany continues to fight her way back!
Zach Davis: She is so resilient.
cVc falls back flat on the mat. Tiffany works the crowd as she preps Chance for On The Button! She stands out from Chance then rolls towards him. She flips across his gut robbing him of all the air in his lungs. Crank gasps for air.
Gravedigger: White is heading for the turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: She is positioning herself for the Queen of Diamonds.
The crowd is going wild as White leaps off the top turnbuckle. At the last possible second, Chance lifts both his knees up. This leads to Tiffany to crash and burn. One of her ribs cracks from the impact. Chance rolls over then doesn’t move. White rolls around holding her ribs.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. Crank counters with both of his knees.
Zach Davis: Both of them are down now!
Gravedigger: Chance begins to stir.
Crank rolls over on his back to catch his bearings. Tiffany finally gets her breath after her rib injury. Both wrestlers get to one knee facing each other.
Zach Davis: There is no love loss between these two.
Gravedigger: This crowd loves it.
Tiffany stumbles back to her feet the same time as cVc. They meet in the middle of the ring and begin swapping punches. Tiffany elbows Chance in the gut, leading to him to bend over. She nails him with a spinning knee. The crowd pops as Crank hits the mat close to the cage door. Tiffany rushes to the corner turnbuckle and leaps up onto it.
Freddy Whoa: Tiffany has climbed to the top turnbuckle again!
Gravedigger: I don’t think she’s aiming to jump off this time either.
White stands on the top turnbuckle and begins to pull herself to the top of the cage with her back turned to cVc. Crank gets to one knee then notices White trying to escape. He leaps back to his feet and rushes the corner. cVc stands on the middle ropes in the corner to reach up and catch Tiffany White. Her eyes grow wide as Chance gets to the top turnbuckle with her!
Zach Davis: Now they are both on the top turnbuckle!
Tiffany continues attempting to pull herself to the top of the cage but Crank wraps both of his arms around here. The crowd pops as he pulls her back. The super plex shakes the entire ring. Chance holds his back as he sits up. White stops moving after the brutal suplex.
Freddy Whoa: WOW! That suplex hurt them both.
Zach Davis: Chance Von Crank continues to keep White in the cage.
Gravedigger: White may have a rib injury also. She is holding her right side again.
Chance gets back to his feet then pulls White up by her hair. She ignores the pain and continues to fight off cVc. Crank pulls her up as she throws balled fists into his side. He headbutts her in the forehead sending her backwards but he nabs a hold of her left arm then pulls Tiffany towards him fast. He uses his other arm to nearly take her head off. The crowd gasps as she turns a complete flip in the air.
Gravedigger: He nearly took her head off!
Freddy Whoa: Tiffany’s lip is busted now!
Crank pulls White up to her knees. He punches right in the mouth. Tiffany spits blood up in his face. She then uppercuts him again between the legs! Crank falls to his knees again in front of her. They begin swapping blows again.
Crowd: This Is Awesome!
Crowd: This is Awesome!
Tiffany chops Crank in the throat. He gasps for air as she rises to her feet. White hits the ropes and slingshots herself at cVc. The flying clothesline sends Chance flat to his back. White works the crowd as she walks to the corner. Pixie watches on still chained to the cage on the outside. She pulls her rubber mask off then begins to search her pockets.
Zach Davis: White is heading for the top turnbuckle!
Gravedigger: Did Pixie just pull a cuff key out of her pocket? Did she have that this whole time?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
White pulls herself up onto the middle ropes in the corner. She then hoists herself up onto top turnbuckle. On the outside, Pixie unlocks herself from the cage with a hidden key she had this whole time. She begins to walk around the cage heading for the cage door with the shackle still dangling from her wrist. She puts the key down in her bust and stops short of the cage door to search under the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What is she doing?
Zach Davis: Who cares? White is about to leap off the top turnbuckle!
White takes flight performing a picture perfect double rotation moonsault!
Gravedigger: Pocket Queens!
Tiffany holds her ribcage after her aerial maneuver. She quickly gets back to her feet. White holds her ribcage as she heads towards the cage door. The referee opens the door for her to escape. Suddenly the referee gets hammered by a huge steel chair shot!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT!?
Pixie Paradoxxx cold cocks the referee from behind with the chair. Tiffany stops dead in her tracks as Pixie walks up the ring steps still holding the steel chair. White is furious with this development but keeps a safe distance. Pixie shuts the cage door behind herself upon sliding through the ropes.
Zach Davis: Pixie has completely betrayed Tiffany White here. This is despicable.
Gravedigger: Chance has begun to stir as Pixie and White face down.
Another referee runs to ringside to check on the one Pixie hit with the chair. He calls for medical staff then reaches up and locks the steel cage door back. White backs up from Pixie as a crazed look crosses her face. Tiffany backpedals into cVc and he catches hold of her right ankle. He trips her up and Pixie strikes! She begins to swat the chair down at Tiffany on the mat. Pixie also hits her with the dangling shackle!
Freddy Whoa: White was about to escape this steel cage but Pixie just changed this match completely. She refuses to allow White to escape before cVc can catch his bearings.
Gravedigger: Chance has created a monster that White polished.
Pixie continues to swing the chair wildly. White rolls around on the mat until she is on her back facing up at Pixie. She kicks Pixie in the breasts causing her to drop the chair and shaking the cuff key free. Pixie drops the chair as White leaps to her feet to cradle Pixie for a DDT! The crowd pops as White drops Pixie face first onto the chair, busting her open.
Crowd: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!
Pixie and White now lay on the mat. Tiffany catches her breath while blood begins to cover Pixie’s face due to her busted nose. Pixie uses the cuff key next to her to undo the long shackle from her wrist. She tosses the shackle away from her, still lying flat on her back. Tiffany gets to one knee still holding her ribs. She smiles as she looks down at the fallen Pixie Paradoxxx. White then swings around towards the cage expecting an easy escape now.
Chance Von Crank stands between her and the door. He is now holding the long shackle. He wraps it around his fist a few times then charges at White! He hits her right between the eyes with the shackle wrapped fist! She falls back to the mat and Crank straddles her. He takes one end of the cuff and snaps it on his left wrist. cVc then jerks up Whites right arm and snaps the other end to her right wrist!
Freddy Whoa: Crank and White are now chained together!
Crowd: This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome!
Zach Davis: Crank wraps the shackle around Whites neck!
Chance wraps the shackle around the throat of Tiffany White! He begins to choke her with it. She rocks him left then right. White fights and bucks to throw cVc off her. She continues to rock as he pulls the shackle tighter. Chance stands up still pulling on the shackle, pulling White up to her feet. She has both hands up at her throat trying to gasp for air. Chance gives her some slack in the long shackle in order to cradle her up! The Pump Handle Michinoku driver II wows the crowd and announcers alike.
Freddy Whoa: What a match!
White and Crank are both on the mat now. Before cVc can raise up, Tiffany wraps the extra slack around Chance’s throat! They both immediately begin to pull on the shackle! The shackle is now wrapped around each of their throats as they push off from each other flat on the mat.
Zach Davis: They are going to choke each other out! I have never seen anything like this, digger.
Gravedigger: Both of them are beginning to slow now. I think both wrestlers are starting to fade!
The key is out from both of them but they do not see it. They both continue to kick off the other in order to choke the other further. The crowd doesn’t know what to make of it but pops anyway. cVc closes his eyes and stops kicking at Tiffany to further choke her. The crowd goes wild as Tiffany gets closer to Crank to allow enough slack to unwrap the shackle from around her throat.
Freddy Whoa: Crank is out!
Zach Davis: She has to escape now! GET OUT OF THERE!
Tiffany slowly uncoils the shackle from around her throat. The extra slack allows her to stand up. She looks around her feet for the key as Pixie goes to one knee just behind her. Chance stirs as Tiffany spots the key between her legs, just behind her. She backs up and falls across Pixie’s extended knee. Before White can trip, Pixie cradles her up! The swinging reverse STO smashes Whites face into the mat with real force!
Gravedigger: GODBOOKED! PIXIE JUST GODBOOKED TIFFANY WHITE!
Chance, Pixie, and Tiffany are all now laid out on the mat. Pixie used her second wind to use her significant others finisher to perfection. White is laid out and Chance is yet to move yet either. The shackle is now extended out completely with the key between White and cVc. The crowd roars to life.
Zach Davis: Did you see that?
Gravedigger: Pixie uses a move of Chance’s to even things up here.
Freddy Whoa: That is twice that Pixie has cost White in this one.
Pixie holds her busted nose as it continues to bleed. The referee comes into the cage and picks up Pixie. He helps her towards the cage door. A ring hand meets him at the door to take Pixie to receive medical attention and remove her from the cage match.
Freddy Whoa: Pixie is getting special treatment?
Zach Davis: She had no business in this match to begin with. They just removed her from the match because of that.
Gravedigger: Looks like the higher ups are against cVc like he said.
Zach Davis: You are kidding right? Just because there's no disqualification doesn’t mean Pixie hasn’t cheated the last 15 minutes of this one.
Pixie is carried away as Crank begins to stir. The referee locks the cage door back as White also stirs. Both of the wrestlers attempt in vain to get a knee. Chance finally stumbles to a knee. White gets to both feet staggering the whole way. cVc rises to his feet and the face each other down. They look down at the key between them.
Freddy Whoa: Chance von Crank goes for the key but White pulls him in!
As Crank is pulled towards Tiffany, White straight up punches him in the face, busting him open. He drops and White pulls him in again, blood splattering. Chance gets up once more and White takes a wild swing and again smashes Chance in the face.
Gravedigger: After all of this, Tifffany White has had enough!
White finally drops down to pin cVc.
Zach Davis: NO!, Chance gets his shoulder up at the last second!
Tiffany White looks down at Chance's blood soaked face before lifting him up, yanking on the shackle. She knows she needs a finisher, she knows she needs to get to the top rope. She goes to grab for the key, but as she does Chance spins her around and hits the GodBooked!
Freddy Whoa: GodBooked! Again!
Chance doesn't want to risk anything; he grabs the key and hurriedly unshackles himself from Tiffany. He lunges towards the door and finally escapes the cage.
Gravedigger: CHANCE VON CRANK OVERCOMES THE ODDS AND WINS IT!
Zach Davis: ...What? Overcame WHAT odds?
cVc collapses as he escapes and gets his victory.
Freddy Whoa: Chance von Crank may stand tall - not now, eventually, but he'll be able to stand - and be victorious, but he wasn't able to pin Tiffany White here tonight. He managed to escape, but did he REALLY prove he was the better man?
Gravedigger: And he advanced in one of the biggest tournaments in professional wrestling!
The camera cuts to the ring where we briefly see announcer Kyle Steel and referee Rob Livingston before the lights go out in the arena. VENGEANCE appears on the titantron in red and black letters as pyros go off on the stage then red and white strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp and red lights fill the arena “The Vengeful One” by Disturbed starts. We see Vengeance comes out with his face painted white face paint with three blue and red strips going from hair to chin one over each eye and one down over the noise. He’s wearing black boots with red laces, black and red tights, black tank top that reads Vengeance in red, and a black trench coat.
Zach Davis: And look at that.
Freddy Whoa: What?
Zach Davis: Vengeance’s face paint is a little different then we’ve seen in the past.
Gravedigger: He’s going for a more patriotic look I guess.
Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approaches the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance stands there looking at the camera the arena lights slowly turn on. Vengeance walks over to his corner as his music cuts out.
Zach Davis: There is the challenger looking as menacingly as ever.
The camera shot switches to the entry way. Suddenly the arena is blanketed in darkness as "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains hits the PA system. Lightning crashes into the stage as an American Flag takes over the titantron. Almost instantly, lightning comes crashing into the stage and a red fog fills the arena as Mikey eXtreme, decked out in a King's robe, steps out onto the stage carrying a kendo stick with an American Flag on the end. The United States Championship strap sits around his waist. There is a mixed reaction as the crowd wants to boo, but the American Flag wins over some members of the audience. Mikey makes his way down to the ring as Freakshow and Vidalia trail behind. Mikey rolls into the ring as Vidalia grabs the kendo stick flag and heads to his corner. Freakshow begins to circle the ring, staring at Mikey's opponent.
The two competitors stand in opposite corners, referee Rob Livingston going through the motions of patting the guys down checking for any foreign objects. The music fades out and we hear from Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: This next contest has a thirty minute time limit, it is one fall and is for the WCF United States Championship!
The crowd cheers.
Kyle Steel: First let me introduce, standing in the corner to my right, he weighs in at three hundred twenty-five pounds, from parts unknown, the challenger…Vengeance!
We see Mikey in his corner, the title belt over his shoulder, his chest heaving up and down, he looks ready to pounce from the corner and attack like he’s some sort of caged animal waiting for the cage door to open.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, standing to my left, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds, from Brooklyn, New York, he is the reigning and defending WCF United States Champion…Mikey eXtreme!
Mikey hands over the US Title to referee Rob Livingston, Kyle Steel vacates the ring as the referee holds the title up for the crowd to see. Rob then brings the title over to Vengeance to look at. Vengeance doesn’t move a muscle standing perfectly still in the corner. Rob hands the title off to Kyle Steel at ringside and then signals for the bell.
DING DING! Mikey pounces from the corner immediately with a huge charging drop-kick knocking Vengeance back into the corner.
Zach Davis: And we are off folks!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! You know this could very well be a fight to the death right here.
Mikey back to his feet is barraging Vengeance with crazy rights and lefts in the corner. Rob Livingston is immediately trying to maintain decorum begging Mikey to step back from the corner, it’s to no avail.
Zach Davis: Mikey is like a wildman here.
Vengeance is beaten down to the bottom of the corner and Mikey is stomping a mudhole on him. Mikey finally pulls back from the corner, but only to run across the ring, turn around, and charge back across with a drop-kick to Vengeance’s face in the bottom of the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Big dropkick, no wait, Vengeance moves at the last second.
Mikey slips through the middle and bottom turnbuckles crotching himself on the ring post as Vengeance rolls out to ringside. The big man shakes off the earlier attack and immediately goes on the offense grabbing Mikey’s ankles and pulling him groin-first back into the ring post. Vengeance does it one more time before letting Mikey’s legs go leaving him to collapse to the mat holding his crotch with a look of agony on his face.
Gravedigger: This is exactly what I expected from these two guys, they want this title and there is no length they won’t go to get it, this is going to be brutal.
Vengeance climbs back into the ring, he pulls Mikey up to his feet, lifts him in a belly-to-back suplex position and drops him crotch first onto the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: This is painful to watch.
Mikey grabs the top rope trying to balance himself to keep from just falling head first to the outside, but Vengeance takes him down anyway with a clothesline. Mikey plummets from the rope to ringside.
Zach Davis: Mikey eXtreme nearly landing on his head at ringside.
Vengeance goes out after Mikey.
Rob Livingston: One!
Vengeance pulls Mikey up to his feet.
Rob Livingston: Two!
Vengeance lifts Mikey up in an atomic drop position holding his legs apart and then charges at the ringpost with Mikey’s groined once again exposed for the impact, but Mikey shuts his legs at the last second and kicks off from the ringpost sending the two men tumbling backwards with Vengeance slamming back-first into the guardrails and cracking his skull against them.
Rob Livingston: Three!
Zach Davis: Quick thinking by Mikey saves him that time.
Gravedigger: Save his balls you mean. Vengeance really has an obsession with Mikey’s genitalia.
Rob Livingston: Four! Five!
The two men are laying in a heap at ringside, Mikey is the first to move crawling away from the mess before using the ring apron to slowly pull himself to his feet.
Rob Livingston: Six! Seven!
Mikey slips back into the ring, but Vengeance is only just starting to stir.
Rob Livingston: Eight!
Vengeance is trying to pull himself to his feet.
Zach Davis: The referee is at eight, and Vengeance looks very wobbly legged.
Gravedigger: He very well could have suffered a concussion from his head smacking that railing.
Rob Livingston: Nine!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! We could have a count out right here.
Mikey is watching intently from the mat as Vengeance still struggles to get to his feet. Mikey shakes his head before rolling back out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Mikey just broke the count, he just saved Vengeance.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think he wants to win like this, Zach.
Rob Livingston: One!
Vengeance finally gets to his feet as Mikey approaches. Mikey grabs Vengeance by the back of the hair and pulls him back into the ring. Mikey takes Vengeance to the mat with a vertical suplex, and then Mikey immediately heads for the tope rope.
Zach Davis: What does Mikey have in mind here?
Vengeance stumbles up to his feet and gets mowed down with a missile dropkick to the side of the head.
Gravedigger: He nearly took his head off.
Mikey immediately goes for the cover on Vengeance. Rob Livingston drops down to make the count.
Vengeance gets kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance kicks out before two.
Zach Davis: Vengeance avoids the pinfall, but his eyes look quite glazed over, this could only be a matter of time before Vengeance succumbs to Mikey’s offense.
Gravedigger: Well, it is very early in this match, but I’d have to agree that Vengeance doesn’t look of sound mind.
Freddy Whoa: Of sound mind? The guy dresses like it’s Halloween ever yday, he was never of sound mind. For that matter neither has Mikey, the dude has an imaginary friend, what is he twelve?
Mikey gets back to his feet, runs to the ropes, and then springboards off the middle rope spinning in mid-air and hitting a leg drop. Mikey goes for the cover again.
Kick out! Mikey mounts Vengeance and starts laying in rights smearing Vengeance’s red, white and blue face-paint all over the white tape wrapped around his hands. Mikey climbs back to his feet and starts stomping down on Vengeance, but Vengeance is refusing to stay down, after every blow he still tries to fight to his feet.
Zach Davis: Mikey looking frustrated that he can’t keep Vengeance down.
Mikey steps back and lets Vengeance get up to his knees. Mikey runs to the ropes, rebounds and shining wizard, but no Vengeance ducks!
Freddy Whoa: Mikey misses.
Vengeance steps back to his feet quickly and Mikey hops right back to his. Mikey goes after Vengeance, but gets grabbed by the throat. Vengeance lifts Mikey up for a chokeslam, but Mikey rakes his eyes forcing Vengeance to drop him back to his feet.
Zach Davis: A rake of the eyes saves Mikey from the chokeslam.
Mikey whips Vengeance to the ropes, Vengeance rebounds into a clothesline sending Vengeance stumbling back into the ropes, Mikey charges at Vengeance with another clothesline, but Vengeance catches him with a big boot.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Gravedigger: Vengeance caught the champion square on the jaw there.
Mikey rolls to the outside of the ring while Vengeance regains his composure. Mikey is kneeling outside of the ring holding his face, he steps back to his feet when suddenly Vengeance charges across the ring diving through the middle and top rope catching Mikey and sending them both tumbling over the commentary table with Vengeance’s feet smacking Freddy Whoa right in the face and Mikey landing in Zach Davis’ lap, Gravedigger is lucky to have avoided both men. The crowd pops big time for the insane dive.
Gravedigger: Holy sh… Damn, Vengeance just took it to a whole new level and did me a huge solid by taking out these two jabronis next to me. This is a mess of human carcass out here.
Rob Livingston leaves the ring to check on the men, he pulls Zach Davis from the mess.
Gravedigger: No, Rob, don’t help him. Damn it.
Zach Davis gets to his feet and retrieves his headset.
Zach Davis: Well, folks, you never know what to expect here in the WCF. My broadcast partner Freddy Whoa taking a nasty blow to the head and is now stuck underneath the weight of both competitors.
Gravedigger: I guess it’s just you and me for the rest of the night, Zach.
Zach Davis: I hope that’s not the case.
Rob Livingston goes back to the ring and starts his count.
Gravedigger: You can see Freakshow and Vidalia looking on, I’m shocked they haven’t gotten involved to help clean this up.
Rob Livingston: One! Two! Three!
Vengeance starts crawling away from the scene.
Rob Livingston: Four! Five!
Vengeance climbs to his feet and receives a pop from the crowd, he is holding his back.
Zach Davis: Vengeance to his feet first, but he’s nursing his back, he very well could have been his own worst enemy here with that suicidal dive.
Rob Livingston: Six! Seven!
Vengeance rolls into the ring and back out.
Zach Davis: Vengeance breaking the count.
Gravedigger: He may be hurt, but he’s still got that wrestling instinct.
Vengeance slowly walks over to Mikey who is up to his hands and knees.
Rob Livingston: One!
Vengeance pulls Mikey up to his feet and then rams his head into the top of the commentary table. We see some WCF staff immediately begin checking on Freddy Whoa.
Rob Livingston: Two!
Zach Davis: I still can’t believe the risk Vengeance took by diving to the outside, very unusual for the big man.
Gravedigger: This is how much the title means to both men.
Rob Livingston: Three!
Vengeance throws Mikey back into the ring. Vengeance lifts Mikey to his feet and drops him back down with a sidewalk slam, the cover.
Zach Davis: Only a two count off the sidewalk slam.
Vengeance takes his time getting back to his feet, he’s still nursing his back. Vengeance grabs Mikey by the hair and starts pulling him to his feet, small package!
Zach Davis: Mikey with a quick roll-up.
Vengeance kicks out right after the two.
Gravedigger: A tricky move, but he can’t get him.
Vengeance and Mikey both get to their feet, Mikey charges right into a backdrop, Mikey back to his feet and walks right into a scoop slam.
Zach Davis: Vengeance taking Mikey down hard with the scoop slam.
Vengeance heads over to a corner, and starts measuring Mikey. Mikey gets back to his feet, spear!
Gravedigger: Vengeance trying to cut Mikey in half.
Vengeance crawls over and covers Mikey.
Mikey kicks out. Vengeance rolls to his side, he’s holding his back with an agonized look on his face.
Zach Davis: Mikey kicks out, but the real story here is Vengeance’s back.
Gravedigger: I don’t think hitting Mikey with that spear did him any favors.
Vengeance takes quite a bit of time getting back to his feet giving Mikey time to crawl to the ropes to help support himself to his feet. Vengeance approaches Mikey and nails him with a big knife-edge chop to the chest causing Mikey to fall back into the ropes, he hangs onto them to stay on his feet. Vengeance lays in another big chop, and then another, and another and another and Mikey stumbles into a corner where Vengeance continues to lay in chop after chop.
Gravedigger: Vengeance is really lighting up Mikey’s chest.
Vengeance grabs Mikey by the wrist and whips him across to the opposite corner. Mikey hits the corner and stumbles forward into a belly-to-belly suplex.
Zach Davis: Mikey eXtreme looks to be in some trouble here.
Vengeance takes a moment to get back to his feet, he pulls Mikey up and hooks Mikey’s head between his legs.
Gravedigger: O, he’s gonna go for it, The Last Rights!
Zach Davis: We could have a new champion if he hits this.
Vengeance goes to lift Mikey up, but he’s cut short, he lets go of Mikey’s waist and grabs at his own back.
Zach Davis: Is Vengeance going to be unable to get Mikey up?
Mikey takes advantage and hits a backdrop on Vengeance. Mikey collapses to his knees.
Gravedigger: Mikey has a chance to capitalize, but you can see how already this grueling pace is taking its toll.
Mikey climbs to his feet, he staggers a bit before going after Vengeance on the mat. Mikey starts stomping on Vengeance’s back, he follows up by dropping knees right to the small of the back.
Zach Davis: Mikey is back in the fight now stomping away on the challenger.
Mikey heads to the top rope.
Gravedigger: Mikey looking to fly.
Mikey leaps off the top rope and lands an elbow right on the small of Vengeance’s back.
Zach Davis: Mikey really targeting the back of Vengeance now.
Mikey climbs on Vengeance’s back burying his knee in the small of it as he pulls back on the head of Vengeance. Referee Rob Livingston gets down on the mat asking Vengeance if he wants to give up.
Gravedigger: You can see the agony on Vengeance’s face.
Zach Davis: That dive to the outside is really coming back to haunt Vengeance.
Gravedigger: If he’s unable to get Mikey up for the Last Rights that’s taking a huge weapon out of his arsenal.
Zach Davis: I think that’s the furthest thing from Vengeance’s mind right now.
Mikey yanks back even harder on Vengeance’s head contorting his back to a greater degree.
Zach Davis: Vengeance is refusing to give up, but I really don’t know how much more he can take.
Gravedigger: He is being twisted in such an awkward way.
Mikey releases the hold by shoving Vengeance’s face forward into the mat.
Zach Davis: Vengeance getting a bit of a reprieve here.
Mikey climbs back to his feet as Vengeance crawls towards the ropes. Mikey helps Vengeance to his feet before pulling him over to a corner and smashing his head repeatedly into the top turnbuckle. Vengeance half collapses to the mat using the ropes to keep him up a bit, Mikey lays some boots into the back of Vengeance and he’s collapses into a seated position on the mat. Mikey grabs Vengeance by the hair and yanks him back to the mat before hitting him with a leg drop. Mikey drags Vengeance out of the corner a bit more before heading to the top rope.
Gravedigger: Mikey eXtreme heading to the top once again.
Mikey gets to the top and takes a moment at the top before diving off with a frog splash. NO! Vengeance slips out of the way and Mikey hits the mat.
Zach Davis: Vengeance aware enough to get out of the way at the last second.
Gravedigger: Mikey took a little too long on that top rope and he paid for it.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Gravedigger: Great, you’re back, how wonderful.
Freddy Whoa: I may have gotten knocked up side the head but I didn’t forget what sarcasm is.
Both men lay motionless on the mat prompting a count from Livingston.
Rob Livingston: One!
Zach Davis: Great to have you join us once again, Freddy. How ya’ feeling?
Rob Livingston: Two!
Freddy Whoa: Like I got kicked in the face.
Gravedigger: Yeah because that’s exactly what happened you idiot.
Rob Livingston: Three!
Zach Davis: Alright now, Gravedigger, take it easy.
Rob Livingston: Four!
Gravedigger: I’ll tell you where you can take it.
Rob Livingston: Five!
Freddy Whoa: I think we should focus on this match.
Rob Livingston: Six!
Gravedigger: I think you should shut up.
Zach Davis: Our esteemed official Rob Livingston is laying in the count on both men.
Rob Livingston: Seven!
Freddy Whoa: It would be a real shame to see this contest end in a draw.
Rob Livingston: Eight!
Mikey gets to his feet, Vengeance isn’t far behind, Mikey charges and clotheslines Vengeance over the top rope, but Vengeance lands on his feet at ringside. Mikey runs over to the corner and quickly climbs to the top rope before diving off with a cross body to the outside.
Zach Davis: Big time high risk.
Vengeance catches Mikey out of mid-air, but almost immediately drops him on the floor.
Gravedigger: And there we go, Vengeance’s back giving out on him once.
Mikey gets up quickly and yanks Vengeance face-first into the ringsteps, but Vengeance blocks it by putting his foot on the steps, he retaliates by grabbing Mikey and sending him face-first into the top of the steps. Mikey stumbles around the corner of the ring holding his face before collapsing against the guardrail.
Rob Livingston: One!
Zach Davis: Vengeance still has lots of fight left in him, bad back or not.
Vengeance takes an extra-long amount of time to get over to Mikey who meets Vengeance with a right to the face followed by an Irish whip into the guardrail, Vengeance hits hard and collapses to his knees from the impact.
Rob Livingston: Two!
Zach Davis: And Vengeance’s back taking even more punishment now.
Gravedigger: However Mikey looks to be bleeding from taking those steps face-first.
Mikey wipes the blood from his face, it stains the tape around his hands. Vengeance grabs the guardrail and pulls himself to his feet, Mikey charges in and gets back-dropped over the guardrail and into the crowd.
Rob Livingston: Three!
Zach Davis: The champion taking a bad landing onto the concrete floor amongst the fans.
Rob Livingston: Four!
Vengeance climbs over the guardrail, the crowd swarms the two men they have to be held back by security. Vengeance grabs Mikey and yanks him to his feet before bealing him, Mikey lands hard on the concrete floor and immediately curls up into a ball.
Zach Davis: Dear God, these men are going to kill each other.
Rob Livingston: Five! Six!
Vengeance looks spent, he’s still holding his back.
Rob Livingston: Seven!
Vengeance climbs over there guardrail and rolls back into the ring only to roll right back out. He sits on the apron for several moments holding his back.
Rob Livingston: One! Two! Three!
Vengeance hops down from the apron and slowly makes his way back to the guardrail. Mikey has already started crawling back towards ringside, he gets to the edge of the guardrail. Vengeance reaches over the rail and pulls Mikey up to his feet before hip-locking him over the guardrail back into the ringside area.
Rob Livingston: Four! Five!
Vengeance throws Mikey back into the ring. Mikey crawls around the ring looking for an escape as Vengeance climbs up onto the ring apron.
Rob Livingston: Six! Get back in the ring!
Mikey gets to his feet and catches Vengeance with a forearm to the face stopping him from getting back into the ring.
Zach Davis: Mikey back on the attack.
Mikey grabs Vengeance by the hair and drags his body over the top rope. Mikey reaches through the ropes and tangles Vengeance’s foot in the ropes. This leaves Vengeance dangling with his mid-section over the top rope and his head hanging forward towards the mat. Mikey starts kicking Vengeance straight in the back.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance has nowhere to go.
Mikey charges across the ring to the ropes, rebounds and nails a stiff dropkick to Vengeance’s back. Rob Livingston quickly unhooks Vengeance’s foot as Mikey is getting back to his feet. Vengeance’s body falls forward to the mat. Mikey gives the referee a piece of his mind while Vengeance crawls over to a corner. Vengeance is sitting in the bottom of a corner when Mikey starts kicking Vengeance right in the face. At first Vengeance is blocking them, but then he starts to lose the fight and his body is going limp from all the blows. Mikey quickly drags him from the corner and immediately drops down for a pin.
Vengeance kicks out.
Zach Davis: The champion trying to kick the life out of Vengeance, but it’s still not quite enough.
Gravedigger: Vengeance needs to do something here or this isn’t going to last too much longer.
Mikey gets to his feet and then starts screaming for Vengeance to get to his feet.
Mikey eXtreme: Come on, you son of bitch!
Vengeance looks all kinds of messed up as he stumbles to his feet, SUPERKICK!
Freddy Whoa: X Marks The Spot on Vengeance, that could be it!
Mikey falls on top of Vengeance for the pinfall hooking both legs, Livingston counts it out.
NOOOO! Vengeance kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: I thought that was it for sure.
Gravedigger: What a big surprise…you were wrong.
Zach Davis: Mikey is throwing everything at the challenger, but he just won’t stay down.
Mikey is on his knees pulling at his hair with an enraged look on his face.
Freddy Whoa: You can see the frustration on Mikey’s face.
Mikey stomps up to his feet, he’s fuming as he drags Vengeance around the mat positioning him by a corner. Mikey starts climbing up the turnbuckles to the top rope.
Zach Davis: Mikey might be looking to finish it right here with the eXit Strategy.
Gravedigger: If he hits this you can be assured he’s taking the title back home with him.
Mikey leaps off the top backwards, flipping all the way around in mid-air and landing back-first onto Vengeance. NOOO! Vengeance gets his knees up.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: Vengeance saves himself from defeat for the moment.
Vengeance and Mikey both fight back to their feet, double arm DDT!
Gravedigger: Lights Out! On Mikey eXtreme!
Vengeance covers Mikey.
Mikey kicks out.
Zach Davis: And the US Champion gets his shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: This fight isn’t over yet.
Vengeance pulls Mikey up to his feet, he hooks Mikey’s head between his legs.
Gravedigger: It looks like Vengeance is gonna go for the Last Rights again, but is he gonna be able to get him up this time.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think he can do it.
Vengeance hooks Mikey around the waist and lifts him, Vengeance gets Mikey to his shoulders, but he starts to stumble, Mikey is aware enough to start nailing him with rights, but Vengeance throws Mikey down to the mat.
Gravedigger: He hits it, the Last Rights!!!
Vengeance immediately collapses backwards to the mat.
Zach Davis: It looks like that was all Vengeance could take.
Freddy Whoa: His back may have just given out on him right there.
Vengeance’s face screams of pain, but he muscles forward crawling over to Mikey’s prone body. Vengeance covers him hooking a leg, Livingston goes for the count.
No, suddenly Livingston stops the count and points to the ropes.
Zach Davis: And no Mikey’s hand is under the top ropes.
Gravedigger: What a tough break for Vengeance. He had the title in the palm of his hand.
Freddy Whoa: You have to question how much Vengeance has left after giving that Last Rights.
Gravedigger: Yeah, but how much does Mikey have left after taking it.
Vengeance rolls onto his back and lays there staring up at the ceiling.
Rob Livingston: One! Two! Three!
Zach Davis: These two men are nearly spent here as we hear Rob Livingston lay in the ten count.
Rob Livingston: Four! Five!
Vengeance rolls to his hands and knees and slowly crawls to the ropes.
Rob Livingston: Six! Seven!
Vengeance is up, he grabs Mikey by the hair and pulls him to his feet, leg sweep, Vengeance is on the mat, Mikey quickly rolls him over for a single leg Boston crab.
Zach Davis: Mikey reverses, a single leg Boston.
Gravedigger: Look at the pressure he is putting on Vengeance’s back.
Freddy Whoa: The big guy is going to have to tap here.
Mikey wrenches back hard bending Vengeance almost in half.
Zach Davis: You can hear Vengeance screaming in pain. Is this all the challenger can take? Will Mikey eXtreme retain his title right here at Timebomb?!
Vengeance starts desperately digging his fingers into the canvas to drag himself towards the ropes.
Gravedigger: Vengeance has a long way to go to get to those ropes.
Freddy Whoa: It’s too far, I don’t think he can make it.
Gravedigger: Vengeance isn’t giving up though, he’s still fighting.
Zach Davis: Slowly but surely he’s inching closer and closer to the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: I can’t believe what I’m seeing, he’s almost there.
Zach Davis: But can he make it? He’s about a foot from the ropes.
Mikey cranks back even harder on the single leg Boston crab. Vengeance screams and lifts his hand in the air.
Freddy Whoa: He’s gonna tap, he’s gonna tap!
Vengeance slaps his hand to the mat, digs in and yanks himself forward grabbing the bottom rope for dear life.
Zach Davis: Vengeance makes it to the ropes, Mikey has to break the hold.
Gravedigger: Vengeance with a strong will to survive.
Vengeance’s arm is entangled in the bottom rope, but Mikey hasn’t let go of single leg Boston. Referee Rob Livingston pleads with him to release it, Mikey shakes his head no.
Freddy Whoa: The champion still hold tight to the hold.
Rob Livingston: Let ‘em go, let ‘em go! One, two, three, four—damn it, let him go or I’ll disqualify you.
Mikey eXtreme: GO AHEAD!
Zach Davis: Mikey refusing to let go.
Gravedigger: He doesn’t care, even if the ref disqualifies him, he’s still gonna walk out with the belt.
In desperation Rob Livingston starts pulling on Mikey in an attempt to break the hold. Mikey finally lets go.
Freddy Whoa: Mikey lets go, but the damage has already been done.
Mikey drags Vengeance into position in front of a corner and heads to the top.
Zach Davis: Once again Mikey eXtreme heads to the top rope.
Mikey gets to the top and dives off with an elbow drop, he hits Vengeance and immediately goes into an arm triangle choke.
Zach Davis: eXecution!
Freddy Whoa: The Boston crab may not have been enough, but this is for sure, there’s no way Vengeance is going to survive this.
Mikey clamps down on the choke and Vengeance struggles.
Gravedigger: You know Vengeance is going to fight this, but I think you were right, Freddy, I don’t think he can fight through this.
Mikey really squeezes tights, but Vengeance starts trying to stand up. Mikey squeezes even tighter now, but it’s not enough to stop Vengeance’s ascent to his feet, Vengeance gets to his feet and yanks Mikey up off the mat before slamming him back down, Mikey loses his grip and Vengeance immediately pulls him into a leg triangle choke.
Zach Davis: He counters, the Sound Of Silence! This is how he became number one contender! Will this be enough to become champion?!
Mikey struggles violently as Vengeance tries to put him to sleep. Vengeance holds tight, we see the blood still pouring down Mikey’s head, now running down Vengeance’s legs.
Freddy Whoa: You know Mikey eXtreme is going to fight with everything he’s got here.
Vengeance start’s cinching in the hold even tighter pulling his ankle closer to his body tightening the hold. Mikey desperately rolls Vengeance onto his shoulders.
NO! Vengeance lifts his shoulder up.
Zach Davis: The US Champion trying to pin Vengeance, but Vengeance is aware enough to get his shoulder up and he’s still maintaining the choke.
Mikey rolls into a position where he can hammer Vengeance with rights to the Vengeance, Vengeance takes several hard shots to the face before abandoning the hold.
Zach Davis: Mikey eXtreme breaks free from the Sound Of Silence!
Mikey rushes across the ring to the ropes, rebounds and Vengeance back on his feet swings for a clothesline, but Mikey ducks behind. Vengeance turns around into a big right and another, Vengeance staggers, Mikey quickly hops through the ropes to the apron, he springboards off the top rope into a seated plancha.
NO! Vengeance catches Mikey…LAST RIGHTS!
Zach Davis: And Vengeance hits the Last Rights again, but can he make the cover this time?
Vengeance falls forward onto Mikey, the referee counts.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance wins, we have a new champion.
Zach Davis: Vengeance fought hard and has captured the WCF United States Title.
Gravedigger: What a battle.
Vengeance looks exhausted as he rolls off of Mikey. Rob Livingston brings the US Title belt over and lays in across Vengeance waist. Vengeance pulls the title up to his chest and holds it tight.
Zach Davis: There’s the prize Vengeance fought so hard for.
Kyle Steel: Your winner and new WCF United States Champion…Vengeance!!!
Vengeance sits up on the mat, Rob Livingston raises his hand as we hear “The Vengeful One” by Disturbed begins to play.
Zach Davis: What a huge moment for Vengeance.
Gravedigger: Mikey really fought hard, but Vengeance was just the better man on this night.
Vengeance fights up to his feet holding his back in pain the whole time. He gallantly holds the title up in the air even though it’s clear that the action causes him pain.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance gets the win and the title, but I wonder what kind of damage he has done to his back. How will this affect his reign in the coming week?
Zach Davis: Only time will tell.
Zach Davis: welcome back to WCF Timebomb, and already it's been a night full of surprises.
Freddy Whoa: This is why the Trilogy is one of my favorite events of the year, you never know what's gonna happen!
Right on cue, as soon as Freddy says this the lights go out.
Gravedigger: And it looks like we'll be in for another surprise here tonight!
Dark, scary electronic synth chords play out over the PA. They sound...strangely familiar to the WCF Galaxy, who are anxious to see what this is. After a few moments, a sampled voice over plays...
Voice: After I'm gone, your Earth will be free to live out it's miserable span of existence, as one of my satellites. And that's how it's going to be...
And then...the signature intro to "Ghosts n Stuff" by deadmau5 hits the airwaves.
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOA. IS IT...
It is! As the beat drops, the one...the only...Frank Patrick Venable walks out the curtain.
Zach Davis: MR. FPV HIMSELF IS HERE! FPV IS HERE! We had heard the announcement that he would return for XIII, but we had NO IDEA he would show up tonight!
Gravedigger: Two Time United States Champion. Two time Tag Team Champion. Two Time People's Champion, one of the most beloved of all time. And of course, one time World Champion. Say what you will about the guy, but I know from experience the talent that has always been inside him.
The crowd is coming UNGLUED. As soon as FPV comes out, a loud chant begins to echo.
Crowd: F-P-V! F-P-V! F-P-V!
Frank only smiles at this attention, as he begins making his way down to the ring. He steps in, wasting no time in getting a microphone. However, he waits to speak, letting the chants continue even as his theme fades out. The smile on his face grows bigger and bigger the longer the chant goes on. Finally, he brings the mic to his lips.
FPV: Hello WCF. It's been too long.
MASSIVE pop from the Texas crowd. Just as soon as it stopped, the chant picks back up again.
Crowd: F-P-V! F-P-V! F-P-V!
FPV: Thank you. It's great to see you guys too. I wasn't supposed to come out tonight, I was supposed to do this all on Slam next week. But you know what? This event, Timebomb, it holds too much historical value for me. So you're getting me one whole week early!
It was here, at the 2011 iteration of Timebomb, in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, that I wrestled my first PPV with WCF. My first real exposure to the grandeur this company has been known for for the past Fifteen years. Of those Fifteen years, it's been my pleasure to wrestle here for almost FIVE of those years. That's right, in almost a months time, I'll have been with the company a whole five years, can you believe it. Sure, I haven't been around for the whole five years, and lately I've been rather...absent from your TV screens, but that ends tonight! Because from now on, I finally have a match to look forward to, a match I've been wanting to see for so long. Polar Phantasm. One. On. One.
Crowd: Po-lar! Po-lar! Po-lar!
FPV: If there was going to be anyone in this whole damn fed to have my welcoming back party, I can think of no better person then the Kid himself. We've fought before, and have even been on opposing stables. But come May 13th, when we step into that ring, we are gonna put on the best damn show you've ever seen in your life! And until that day, you are going to see me hype this match up like no other before! Forget every other big match up you can think of. All thee so called "Once In A Lifetime" matches. Cause Polar v. Frank is gonna put them all to shame!
And if you think for even a moment this is me finally announcing my official retirement, then I just have two words for you. FUCKING. LOL. Cause I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE.
ANOTHER MASSIVE FUCKING POP FROM THE CROWD. The noise is deafening in the arena!
FPV: I've taken a long enough sabbatical from the ring, I think that soon it'll be time for me to do what I do best. Step in that ring, and KICK. ASS. I know I've never always done right by you guys, I know, but it's about time I change that. Whenever I step into the ring now, it's going to be 100% for you guys, 100% of the time! After all, you helped make me one of THE most popular People's Champions of all time, a belt that, since I've held it, has gone on to become one of the most PRESTIGIOUS BELTS In the company. From Chelsea, to Scarecrow, and even to our current Champion Mr. Teo Del Sol, the People's Title is alive and well, and that's because of you guys, the motherfucking WCF Galaxy!
Crowd: F-P-V! F-P-V! F-P-V!
FPV: So from the bottom of my heart, for being with me that first year, to that ill-fated World Title reign, to everything in between...thank you. I know I'm not a perfect wrestler, I'm not stupid, but with you guys, at least I can feel damn close to it.
Crowd: THANK YOU FRANK! THANK YOU FRANK! THANK YOU FRANK!
FPV: I hope you enjoy the rest of the show tonight, and I'll be seeing you all, very...very soon!
The mic drops from Frank's lips, as he stands in the ring to soak up thee applause from the crowd as the feed fades to a WCF Network Ad.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen the next match is a LADDER MATCH to determine the true owner of the WCF Final Destination Briefcase…
Zach Davis: This storied rivalry has come to a head here tonight as Steve Orbit and Logan face off against one another in a ladder match.
Freddy Woah: That’s Logan Cooper to you.
Zach Davis: That being said here comes Logan.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first… LOGAN!
Metallica’s “The Struggle Within” plays as Logan enters through the curtain clutching his briefcase tightly. Not long after he is seen Charon, Dag and Morrigana flank him and walk him to the ring.
Gravedigger: The family is always together…
Freddy Whoa: Is Dag grabbing Morrigana’s breast again?
Zach Davis: I don’t think he’s let go yet. And Digger is right. This really stacks the odds against Steve Orbit in the no disqualification match.
‘I CAN’T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP”
The crowd goes nuts as Steve Orbit steps through the entrance curtain with a microphone in his hand.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent… THE OAKLAND MACK… STEVE ORBIT!
Steve Orbit: One…Two…Three… Four… And only one of me… well that don’t seem fair now does it?
The crowd boos as Logan laughs and motions for Orbit to come down while pointing at his briefcase and shaking his head no.
Steve Orbit: Well, I think I have just the solution for that…
‘Bones’ by Young Guns plays and the crowd Pops as WCF Tag Team Champions Grayson Pierce and Andre Holmes enter followed by Bonnie Blue and DeMarcus Jordan behind them.
Steve: I got a Rebellution in my corner!
He drops the mic and starts walking down the aisle as the Family stands in the center of the ring looking to fight and Logan specifically argues with the referee frantically.
Zach Davis: Looks like it’s 5 vs 4 now in favor of Orbit and Rebellution. This could spell bad news for the Family.
Gravedigger: What hypocrites, Rebellution always claim to never use the numbers to their advantage and look at them now!
The referee points at the team of 5 to stop before Orbit enters the ring. HE then says something to Kyle Steele.
Kyle Steel: By order of Head Referee Stanley Moser Rebellution is banned from ringside for this match.
Logan begins to laugh histerically as The quartet of Vigilantes yell up at the referee to a chorus of boos by the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Also… THE FAMILY is banned from ringside as well!
The crowd POPS after the word banned and Rebellution golf claps the referee’s decision. The Family argues and they refuse to leave the ring.
The referee whispers something else into Kyle Steele’s ear.
Kyle Steel: The referee has stated that if either team is still at ringside by the time I count to 10 that the person they are here to support will be disqualified!
Rebellution leaves as the Family goes nuts yelling and screaming and fighting with the referee.
Kyle Steel: 1…2…3…
They begin to see the severity of the situation, but Steele doesn’t slow down his count. Logan nods at his Family and tells them it’s okay to go…
Kyle Steel: 4…5…6…7…
By the time Steele hits 8 The Family and Rebellution are gone from ringside and Steve Orbit leaps onto the apron, wipes his feet and climbs between the top and middle rope into the ring. The ring is surrounded by ladders of varying sizes. A harness drops from above to the center of the ring as Stanley Moser asks Logan for the Briefcase. He reluctantly hands it over and the ref walks it over to Orbit for examination.
Orbit nods and the referee snaps it into place and calls for the case to be raised up in the air.
Zach Davis: That briefcase will be hoisted 15 feet in the air. The only way to retrieve it is to climb a ladder and unlock it and bring it down with you. The first man to do that will be named the Final Destination winner, a month after the fact.
Freddy Whoa: That controversial ending was argues for hours and Seth had decided to make this match seeing as how Orbit was the other man on the ladder at the time of the ‘error in judgement’ as Seth calls it.
The bell rings and the match begins.
Orbit and Logan lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Orbit uses his height advantage to throw Logan into the ropes. When he returns to the center Orbit crashes into Logan with a shoulder tackle knocking him down. Orbit reaches down to lift up Logan but is met with a thumb to the eye.
Zach Davis: Orbit using his size and strength to his advantage…
Orbit reels back grasping at his face as Logan gets up and runs towards Orbit and dives down at his knee and chops his knees out from beneath him. Orbit writhes in pain on the floor as Logan slowly gets to his feet with a devious smile on his face.
Gravedigger: The king of Treachery proving why he has been dubbed that for many years now.
He stalks over Orbit who has rolled into the corner of the ring. Before he can reach the ropes Logan grabs Orbit by the injured leg and drags him towards the center of the ring. He then locks on a leg lock, contorting Orbit’s knee in a direction it’s not meant to go.
Orbit looks like he wants to tap, but it would do no good anyway. He takes wild swings towards Logan who stays just out of harm’s way, that devious smile turned into a face of determination as he continues to wrench Orbits knee sideways.
Zach Davis: how does that feel, Digger?
Gravedigger: He’s wrenching his knee as hard as he can in a way it’s not supposed to bend. If you’ve ever hyperextended your knee slightly you know the pain that it causes, now imagine that times a thousand and being done purposefully by someone who hates you… that’s how it fucking feels!
Orbit reaches out and is mere fingertips from the ropes. He pull himself towards them and reaches out again. Still just an inch away. One last ditch effort and he reaches to ropes to the pop of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Logan is still holding on!
But as the rules state, Logan does not have to break the hold and Orbit continues to writhe in pain. He pulls himself under the bottom rope and falls to the ground forcing Logan to break the hold rather than go down with him. He looks down at Orbit and pats himself on the back for a job well done.
Logan rolls out the perpendicular side of the ring and reaches for one of the ladders. He looks and makes his choice. He tosses the biggest ladder he can find into the ring, but instead of following the tool in, he stalks Orbit who is grabbing at his knee, pulling his knee pad down and rubbing at the sore appendage.
Orbit spots Logan stalking him and tries to get to his feet, to no avail as Logan delivers a stiff boot to Orbit’s chest knocking him hard back into the thinly veiled concrete beneath him. Logan reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He sets it up the table and looks for Orbit who has rolled out of harm’s way and finally gotten back to his feet, but still looks a little wobbly.
Logan climbs into the ring under the bottom rope and sets up the ladder. Orbit climbs into the ring and with the ladder set up in the center right under the briefcase Logan watches as his opponent struggle to get to his feet. Orbit stands tall and points at Logan and slaps his hand with the back of the other hand to a huge Pop from the crowd
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit still being rebellious even in his injured State telling the world how he is going to Pimp Slap Logan.
Logan looks furious and he rushes towards Orbit who ducks and delivers a back body drop to Logan…
OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE TABLE BELOW!
Zach Davis: Logan, a victim of his own devices as he set up that table with nasty intentions towards Orbit just a few moments ago and now Orbit has his sights set on the briefcase above.
Orbit drops down after the move and looks up at the briefcase hanging above. He climbs forward and grabs onto the ladder and uses it to help himself climb up. He climbs up the first ring, and the second, going another foot each time, but having to go 15 on a bad leg.
Meanwhile Logan is motionless on the floor outside.
Orbit climbs up another rung, and yet another, before pausing and shaking out the numbness in his leg.
Logan begins to stir on the outside.
Orbit makes it another run higher, and another. He reaches up and can barely touch the bottom of the briefcase, making it swing from side to side. He takes another step up.
But Logan has made it to his feet and sees the dire situation he is in. He climbs up to the apron. He stands on the outside of the ropes on the apron and looks as Orbit is mere inches with his back to him and he has to act fast.
Uncharacteristically he leaps to the top rope and delivers a springboard missile dropkick to Orbit’s back dropping him hard to the mat and Logan taking a nasty back bump in the process as well. The ladder falls and closes up on the mat and all three lay motionless on the floor.
Zach Davis: Logan really wants that briefcase and just put his life on the line with that move. Even the crowd is showing respect for the man after that.
Gravedigger: You would never see me leave my feet like that.
Zach Davis: It was smart work by Logan to work on Orbit’s knee earlier as it may have slowed him just enough for him to recover form that vicious fall into the table earlier. A healthy Orbit would have climbed up and grabbed that briefcase no problem in that amount of time.
Logan begins to stir first, but is followed not too long after by Orbit who seems to have accepted the numbness in his leg and is walking with much less of a limp than earlier.
Gravedigger: Sometimes you’re hurt so bad that it stops hurting. That’s a dangerous spot for wrestlers to be in because it makes us feel indestructible, but a real fighter like Orbit will take this opportunity of lack of paint to do as much damage as he can, despite the fact that it will do more damage to his leg to do so.
Orbit kicks Logan in the gut, the runs off the ropes. He returns with a knee lifting Logan’s body into the air and he runs off the opposite side ropes again. When he gets to the center he delivers a vicious clothesline to Logan turning him inside out and he pumps his arms in excitement.
Zach Davis: Orbit with his second wind and the crowd is loving it!
Orbit walks over to the ladder, but instead of setting it up to climb, he leans it in the corner. He turns around and sees Logan getting to his feet. He rushes over and delivers another round of boots to the gut. He then grabs Logan by the arm and goes to Irish Whip him into the ladder.
But Logan reverses it and whips Orbit chest first into the opposite side turnbuckles. Orbit drops hard to the mat but Logan is relentless. He lifts up Orbit and tosses him into the ropes. When he returns he hits him with a well-placed spin kick stunning Orbit and quickly follows it with a flash kick, landing on his knees and knocking Orbit hard to the floor.
Logan looks at the ladder and decides to leave it there. He rolls under the bottom rope and grabs another ladder quickly. He throws it in the ring and then sets it up. He looks at Orbit who still is down. Logan goes over and gives him a kick in the gut for good measure before climbing up the ladder.
Zach Davis: Logan is going up fast!
He climbs relatively quickly but still takes long enough for Orbit to get to his feet. But by the time Orbit realizes what’s going on he sees Logan with his hands on the briefcase and the crowd is booing loudly. Orbit begins to shake the ladder. Logan looks down and kicks at Orbit, but to no avail as Orbit tips the ladder over, and kicks it out of the ring.
But Logan doesn’t go with it. Instead he holds onto the briefcase and is hanging like a piñata over the center of the ring. Orbit looks up at Logan and laughs as he struggle to somehow unclip the briefcase which is physically impossible.
In the precarious potion he’s in Logan doesn’t know what to do aside from kick wildly to keep Orbit away. Eventually Logan has no holding strength left and he drops to the mat.
And as he falls he’s met with a PIMP SLAP before he hits the mat. Knoccking Logan down and out of the ring.
Zach Davis: The crowd is behind Orbit who has slapped the life out of Logan. Now all he has to do grab a ladder, set it up and climb it and grab that briefcase.
Freddy Whoa: When you say it like that, it sounds like a lot.
He looks around at the ladder in the corner and too decides to leave it there, hoping it may come in handy later. He rolls out under the bottom rope on the same side that Logan is, just to check on him and make sure he’s out. He is. He grabs a ladder and slides it in under the bottom rope.
Orbit slides in after it and sets it up. This is the biggest ladder yet as it reaches above the briefcase itself! Orbit begins his ascent. He climbs up higher and higher.
Suddenly out of nowhere Logan gets back into the ring… WITH A STEEL CHAIR!
Orbit is almost all the way to the top with easy access to the Briefcase. He begins to unhook it
But Logan begins to climb up behind him.
Orbit unhooks the briefcase.
But before he can grab it is met by a vicious chair shot to the back forcing him to let it go.
Another chair shot smashes Orbit’s head into the top of the 18 foot ladder.
Then Logan climbs up behind him.
Zach Davis: Logan is going for the briefcase over Steve Orbit.
Gravedigger: Think again!
Logan grabs Orbit in a sleeper hold on the top of the ladder. Orbit struggle momentarily to release the hold but to no avail.
And with stunning agility Logan flips over the top of the ladder while holding onto the sleeper hold. HE comes falling down with Orbit falling face first. They land hard, and Logan takes a huge bump off the ladder propped in the corner and both men lay motionless in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: WOAH!
Zach Davis: CONNECTER OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!
Gravedigger: And Logan fell on top of that ladder. What a tremendous move. Logan really wants that briefcase!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT!!!
The only motion seen is the heaving chests of both men, signifying that they’re still alive but just barely. The referee checks on Orbit and then checks on Logan. He looks back towards the entrance ramp and motions for someone to come out.
A team of medical staff comes out and checks on the two competitors.
Zach Davis: Sometimes, Ladies and Gentlemen, the competitors here in the WCF put TOO much out there. They put it all on the line and they fight too hard. It appears that there have been some serious injuries done to both men…
Gravedigger: Get off your fucking high horse and watch the fucking match, ZACH!
Orbit pushes the medical staff off of him and uses the rope to get to his feet. Meanwhile on the opposite side of the ring Logan does the same thing. Both men use the ropes the hold themselves up. Logan spits out blood and smiles maniacally at Orbit. Orbit returns the smile and shakes his head towards his nemesis as they both eyeball the briefcase above, and the ladder propped perfectly beneath it right between them.
They both rush towards the ladder and climb up opposite sides. Orbit slips but Logan stays firm and he gets a rung ahead. Orbit tries to make up for time, but his leg gets the better of him and Logan get’s to the briefcase first. He begins to unclip it and right before he does Orbit gets there and punches Logan in the head forcing him to release the case.
Then Orbit struggles with the case trying to unclip it but Logan delivers a headbutt to Orbit nearly knocking him off the top of the ladder. Then they start to deliver back and forth punches to each other, trying to knock one another off.
Zach Davis: About 25 minutes ago both these men came to the ring surrounded by allies. They were carted off and it left these two legends of the ring alone together. These two men who combined have achieved everything there is to achieve in the WCF. They’ve thrown everything they have at each other and it all comes down to this moment. That’s how important this briefcase is, that’s how important the opportunity that comes along with it is. The winner of this match will have a WCF World Title opportunity at any moment. That, ladies and gentlemen, and this match is what the WCF is all about.
Logan grabs Orbit and before punching him, Logan headbutts him. Orbit is about to fall off, but Logan holds on and headbutts him again. And again. And again. Both Orbit's and Logan's eyes glaze over.
Gravedigger: They're both knocked out!
But only one of these men live their life practically unconscious; Orbit is unable to compensate and falls off the ladder. Logan reaches up and grabs the briefcase.
Zach Davis: LOGAN DEFEATS STEVE ORBIT!
Freddy Whoa: But what was in the briefcase?
Logan hops down and holds the briefcase tight.
Gravedigger: Logan won the Final Destination match at Fifteen. He won against Steve Orbit here tonight at Timebomb. What has he earned?!
Zach Davis: He's already got a shot against the World Champion whenever he wants.. what else does he need?
Logan quickly opens the briefcase...
Freddy Whoa: ....whoa?
It is a signed picture of Torture.
Zach Davis: Holy shit. Those things sell for INCREDIBLE amounts of money on eBay! Logan just won a week's paycheck!
Gravedigger: I think, more likely, that isn't a prize; this is Seth fucking with Logan. Clearly.
Logan angrily rips up the invaluable signed Torture picture and lets the pieces flutter to the mat. He spits on them before bouncing off the ropes and elbow dropping them.
Freddy Whoa: Logan is livid! He thought he was fighting for an actual prize!
The rest of The Family is on the scene to grab Logan away from the pieces of Torture's picture. He acts like a maniac attacking a hated foe as all of The Family pull him away and we go to commercial.
Zach Davis: What a night we're having here at Timebomb!
Freddy Whoa: And we still have some big matches left to go, Zach!
Kings of Leon hits and Crawl gets the sold out crowd in American Airlines Center on their feet and surprised like whoa.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Freddy Whoa: Nooo way!
Gravedigger: What the hell is this about?!
Torture steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage and the thousands go apeshit crazy.
Zach Davis: What the hell is he doing here?!
Gravedigger: Torture and Timebomb have had some history together! One can't forget that Torture teamed with Nate Nytro and competed for the Tag Team Championships in WCF's Lethal Tag Team Lottery!
Zach Davis: That is true!
Gravedigger: And we all can't forget when Torture defeated PC Cradle to retain his World Heavyweight Championship and "lost" to Brad Kane right after.
Zach Davis: Nice quotes, Digger but we know the win didn't count because it wasn't a sanctioned match!
Gravedigger: I'll never forget the feeling of seeing Torture pinned whether it counted or not!
Freddy Whoa: What about D-Day vs Torture in a Hell in a Cell match!
Gravedigger: It was a classic Hell in a Cell match too!
Zach Davis: And we can't forget, folks, we can NOT forget this was the event in which Torture had his first match and it was a tag team match with his best friend Death.
Freddy Whoa: Not Creeping Death, but Death.
Zach Davis: I guess you're right, Digger, Torture and Timebomb go hand in hand..
Gravedigger: This is where he also held his speech for his Induction into our Hall of Fame two years ago!
Zach Davis: Torture is in the ring and he has a microphone, what the hell is he up to?
Torture: Oh how it is good to be back in Dallas!
Torture: And you know it's good to be back at Timebomb!
Torture: First of all.. Hey Logan, you enjoy that one of a kind signed picture, bro?
The crowd pops.
Torture: Second of all... what the hell is going on around here? Jay Price is World Champion and Logan is competitive again?
Torture: I guess it takes two years for Logan to finally accept my challenge to be competitive again, eh?
Torture: So if you're wondering why I'm here, well it's simple. I have a date in Wrestling Championship Federation that I can not wait for. I have a date to finally put a dude down once and for all, I have a date on May thirteenth two thousand and sixteen with Jeff Purse.
Zach Davis: We heard this was official earlier this week!
Gravedigger: Thirteen already has a huge main event but I guess Torture and Purse can co-headline it!
Freddy Whoa: Oh stop it, Digger, you know it will!
Gravedigger: That's what I'm saying! It will because I'll allow it!
Torture: I've worked my ass off for over a decade to be the single most successful wrestler this god damn place has ever seen.
Torture: On my way to the Hall of Fame I pinned just about every super star that was already in the Hall of Fame before me. I rose to the top of the mountain stepping on the head and back of every single wrestler who thought he was better than me and I never stopped until I was hailed as the greatest wrestler in Wrestling Championship Federation history.
Torture: Lately I've been having some fun, I've been kicking back, and I've been gettin' in some kicks for jokes sakes..
Crowd pops as Torture looks directly into the hard cam.
Torture: But Purse, this isn’t a joke.
Torture: You can run your mouth backstage and text your buddies, and make little snide comments to allies or enemies, and demand we wrestle because I'm some sort of itch you think you need to scratch but let me make one thing clear I'm the most successful wrestler this place has ever seen because I've accepted petty challenges from pieces of shit like you and I've destroyed them without a single regret.
Torture: I've put far more better men than you down without a hesitation and not even for a moment will I ever feel any sort of remorse when I put your head to the mat, put my shoe against your throat and take the last breath out of your spineless body.
You're not on my level, you're not close to my caliber, and you'll never see the true top of this company because you're pathetic and you'd rather pedal along side the coat tails of someone far better than you than put in the extra work it takes to be a true World Heavyweight Champion.
Torture: You've never even won on the big stage when it mattered so don't try tuggin' on Tortures cape now. You're low, you're sad and at Thirteen I'll show you the side of a true legend you've never seen before. The side where Torture defeats you, the boys in the back complain, and you're left with self doubt and constant reassurance from your quote on quote friends that tell you, you tried your best and had the match won. Pft.
Crowd has a cringe-like-too-real reaction.
Torture: Keep believing you can do it. Keep telling yourself what ever little wonderful Disney story you're telling yourself in which you think you come out of this on top. The boys and girls in the back don't think you can do it. Of course, they'll never tell you to your face, but go on. Keep making your little jokes, and your smartass responses, and think everyone is laughing with you, but realize one thing..
This place needs me.
WCF doesn't need Jeff Purse.
Zach Davis: I don't know if I agree with that..
Torture: See you in May. Torture ONE. Purse ZERO. Bitch.
Tort drops the mic as Kings of Leon hits and the sold out crowd pops once more as Torture walks out of the ring and walks his way back up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Very strong words from Torture.
Gravedigger: I'm not sure if this is going to be a wrestling match or a street fight!
Freddy Whoa: Could be both, guys.
Zach Davis: Well that's in May at Thirteen.. tonight is still.. well, tonight. Timebomb continues..
The feed cuts to the jam packed Timebomb arena, panning over the crowd before settling on the announce team.
Zach Davis: It's time for the main event everyone, and do we have a hell of a match in store for you! Last month at Fifteen, Joey Flash defeated Grayson Pierce to capture the number one contendership for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash wasn't the only one who had a big night...Jayson Price overcame Wade Moor and came out a two time World Heavyweight Champion!
Zach Davis: Of course you think it was a fluke Digger! Let us take you back a month ago to Fifteen where these two competitors stars aligned.
Screen fades out to a video package of the events that transpired over the last month. Cut back to the arena.
Mile Zero by Periphery
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.
He 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.
Zach Davis: The challenger is out first, and Flash looks more than ready for this match tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Tonight will be vindication for Joey. Don't forget, he has held the World Championship before.
Gravedigger: For five seconds.
Zach Davis: That's exactly why he looks to be in rare form tonight! This will absolutely cement his place as a World Champion.
Freddy Whoa: If Joey Flash can beat the man who defeated The Leviathan, than he may be unseatable as World Champion.
All of the lights in the arena drop as the crowd silences with anticipation. Moments pass before "4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the arena speakers at a near deafening volume. The crowd pops as a lone spotlight comes on and shines on the stage. Jayson Price walks out from the back to cheers from the crowd, a grin on his face. He waves the crowd on from the top of the ramp, trying to get them to be louder. Then he takes a moment to point to the World Title around his waist, getting a pop from the crowd. He then starts down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing it at 225 pounds, from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, he is the WCF World Champion and a two time WCF Grand Slam Champion...JAYSON PRICE!
Price slaps the hands of a few fans, even stopping to take a selfie and enjoy a beer with some of them, before rolling under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He unstraps the belt from his waist and throws it over his shoulder before heading over to the corner. He takes a seat on the top turnbuckle and stays there until the match starts.
Zach Davis: And here comes the World Champion, Jayson Price!
Gravedigger: Don't you two like hate each other or sonething?
Zach Davis: Probably. I just know when to show respect to a World Champion. I'd do the same thing for you, Digger.
Gravedigger: Aw. My bleeding heart, Zaggry. What a guy!
Zach Davis: Really?
Freddy Whoa: Jayson Price looks absolutely ready to defend tonight folks. This match is going to be a banger regardless of the outcome.
Zach Davis: It looks like the crowd is starting to heat up!
Jayson and Joey in the ring, flexing, stretching the ropes, getting ready to bring the house down. The referee raises the World Championship in the air to a POP from the crowd, then hands it off to the ring hand. Price and Flash meet in the center...and in a rare display of sportsmanship, Jayson extends his hand towards Joey.
Zach Davis: W...whoa!
Freddy Whoa: That's my line!
Zach Davis: I just never thought I'd see Jayson being an actual gentlemen!
Flash smirks, then brushes his hair behind his ears before turning his back on Price. Jayson shrugs as Flash walks away and the referee calls for the bell. The crowd gets even hotter as the match officially starts.
Zach Davis: These two are off!
Freddy Whoa: World Championship match! #BigFightFeel trending on Twitter right now!
Flash quickly turns around and rushes Price, flogging him several times before pushing him into the turnbuckle! Large right, swift left to the kidney, and a knee trembler drop Price in the turnbuckle. Joey starts to rain down boots on Joey, methodically picking his body apart.
Zach Davis: Joey ust sent a strong message to the World Champion! This isn't going to be easy, fun, or painless. Jayson is defending more than that championship!
Freddy Whoa: You got that from all that?
Zach Davis: Years in the biz, kid.
Joey pulls Price to his feet and lands an uppercut to the throat of Price, who bounds into the ropes just to come back and eat a lariat. Price falls to the ground and Flash hooks his leg.
Zach Davis: Shoulder up by Price!
Freddy Whoa: He's going to have to do more damage than that! Price is World Champion for a reason! He's tough! He's resilient!
Gravedigger: He's getting his ass kicked!
Zach Davis: I think he's just biding his time! Letting Joey tire himself out and then he makes his move!
Flash pulls Price to his feet and rushes him into the turnbuckle again where he gets him in a clinch and delivers massive knee strikes to the head of Price, each one harder than the last! A wobbly Price steps out of the turnbuckle. Joey bounces off the ropes and drives Jayson's head into the mat with a bulldog to jeers from the crowd! He flips Price and hooks his leg again!
Zach Davis: Shoulder up again! This time quicker! I told you Price has a plan! He's getting inside Joey's head right now. He's playing the long game!
Freddy Whoa: We'll have to wait and see, won't we?
Flash, instead of picking Price up again, mounts him and delivers straight punches to the skull of Price! Price head jerks back as the strikes land one by one by one! Flash gets to his feet and shows off his split knuckles!
Zach Davis: That's sick. You know a guy has to be messed up when he doesn't even care that he's bleeding!
Flash turns on Price again, who is starting to push himself up to his knees. Flash runs at him and delivers a knee trembler...but Price swoops out of the way and catches Flash under the leg, tripping him forward into the ropes! Price bounds off the opposite side and comes back with a hangman leg drop on a dazed Flash, knocking him back off the ropes. Price climbs out of the ring and goes to the top rope, but before he can climb up, Joey is on his feet and duking it out with Price in the corner!
Zach Davis: Flash climbing up!
Freddy Whoa: Price is too!
Both men are now standing on the middle turnbuckle, but Price delivers and elbow to the head of Flash and hooks him under the arms.
Zach Davis: Belly to belly!
Flash lands with a thud on the apron and Jayson drops to the floor below. Flash rolls off and hits the ground with another thud! Price begins to stir, using the apron to pull hinself up. He lifts Flash and rolls him into the ring, climbing in after and going for the pin.
Zach Davis: Shoulder up from Joey!
Freddy Whoa: That move could have devestated someones career, but Joey plows out of it! That's the mark of a champion!
Price lifts Joey once more, but Joey is ready with a assault combo that rocks Price. Price wobbles and Joey goes for a spinning backfist, but Price ducks and leaps into the air.
Zach Davis: THE DOWNFALL!!!
Freddy Whoa: But Joey pushes Price away!
Joey and Jayson trade a series of grapples, but Joey gets the upperhand with a waist lock and drops Price face first into the mat. Joey then delivers a series of knee drops to Price's side, back, head, anywhere they will land! A rocked Price gets pulled to his feet and literally thrown into the turnbuckle! He bounces out and Joey grabs him around the waist...
Zach Davis: SUDDEN FLASH!!!
Freddy Whoa: ...but Price elbows Joey! He escapes!
Zach Davis: DOWNFALL!!! Price nails it!
Both men are now laying out on the ground. Price is desperately crawling towards Flash. He throws his arm over Joey's chest as the ref - and the crowd - count along!
Zach Davis: Price retains!!!
Zach Davis: SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND FROM JOEY FLASH!!!
Freddy Whoa: That was almost it!
Price puts his head in his hands as he gets up to his knees, wondering how in The World Joey Flash plowed out of that. Price gets to his feet as Joey starts pulling hinself together. He and Price meet in the middle of the ring and exchange blows!
Zach Davis: This is what it's coming down to, folks.
Price whips Joey into the ropes and brings him in for a hip toss, but a swift kick to the face knocks Price back.
Zach Davis: What's Joey doing?
Freddy Whoa: Could this be? Is it...
Crowd: ZA WARUDO!!!!!
Zach Davis: That...was that 'The World'? What the hell just happened?
Freddy Whoa: Price is annihilated!
Flash covers Price for the pin.
Zach Davis: ...
Freddy Whoa: NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!
The main event is over and the crowd is still cheering on Joey Flash as Jayson Price is helped to the back by a pair of ring hands. Price assures them he can walk on his own, and they release him. The crowd gives Price one last cheer before he steps behind the curtain and out of sight.
Zach Davis: What a match! Flash captured the World Championship again and cements his place along with others who have carried the belt before him!
Freddy Whoa: No doubt about it Zach! What a fantastic way to end the evening, what a spectacular sight!
Flash raises the World Championship up above his head as the crowd roars in appreciation...just as the lights in the arena cut out.
Zach Davis: What? What's going on?
Freddy Whoa: What the hell? Who would ruin this man's celebration?
Gravedigger: I could think of a few people.
The tron comes to life and the sound of a familiarly haunting tune begins to play. Wade Moor appears on the screen to a mass BOO from the crowd. He cackles, throws his head back, and whispers one single word to Flash.
Wade Moor: Boom...
"21ST CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN!"
The lights cut on and the entirety of #BeachKrew - 6ix God, Johnny Rabid, Dustin Beaver, Johm Gable, Andre Aquarius, Kyle Kemp, Hacksaw Jim Thuggin, and Sandy Cocnutz - are standing around the ring, staring inward at Joey Flash. Wade Moor directly behind him in the ring with his guitar.
Gravedigger: Business just picked up guys!
Flash drops the belt, ready to face the #BeachKrew nemesis...but spins around and eats a guitar to the head instead. Blood begins to drip from Flash's forehead as #BeachKrew rush the ring. Wade calls for a microphone as the rest of #BeachKrew take turns landing stomps on Joey.
Wade Moor: Sorry to cut your "celebration" short, but did you think you could duck me forever Joey? You think you could spout your shit on Twitter as if there would be no reprisals? Like there wasn't going to be a reckoning? Maybe you were hoping I would just go away?
Wade Moor drops a stomp on the back of Flash's neck.
Wade Moor: WRONG! WRONG BOI! I will never go away, I am eternal, WE ARE ETERNAL!
Wade points around at the rest of #BeachKrew.
Wade Moor: Pick him up!
Wade drops the mic as Beaver and Andre lift Flash off the ground, holding him up under his arms. Joey is half unconscious, his face a bloody mess, and his feet dangling on the mat. Wade picks the World Championship off the ground and shoves it in Flash's face. He begins to shout, only the camera being able to pick up his voice.
Wade Moor: WELCOME TO OUR WORLD, FLASH!
Wade grabs Joey under the chin and shoves the belt in his face harder.
Wade Moor: TAKE ONE LAST GOOD LOOK BECAUSE IN A MONTHS TIME YOU WO...
Flash starts to smile, much to the chagrin of Wade. His hand moves just barely as he sticks his middle finger up and spits blood into Wade's face to a huge crowd POP! Wade wipes it away and bounds off the ropes, coming back to hit Joey with a BROSIEDON PUNCH, knocking him unconscious and sending him to the mat. Wade picks the World Championship up as #BeachKrew take center stage. "Aquaberry Dolphin" hits the P.A. as Wade drops to his knees while Jim Thuggin and Sandy hoist their flags high. Wade raises the World Championship, staring down at Flash as the scene fades to black.