WCF Wednesday Night 4/17 Apr 18, 2013 20:41:06 GMT -5
Post by Freddy Whoa on Apr 18, 2013 20:41:06 GMT -5
WCF WEDNESDAY NIGHT -- 4/17
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Scene opens with Freddy Whoa standing in front of his favorite WCF backdrop.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome to WCF Wednesday Night! We've got a bunch of interesting stuff tonight-- our WORLD CHAMPION Eric Price made an appearance, plus a huge triple-threat main event for the Internet Title, which I'd actually rather not talk about right now. You'll see. Anyway, let's get it started!
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Freddy Whoa: Last time on WCF Wednesday Night we showed you an exhibition match between two wrestlers currently not under contract: Locomotora Desbocado and Thomas Maxwell Zale. And while it was the former who came away the victor it was Zale who has gotten the WCF Faithful talking with his controversial web blog. Before last Sunday’s Slam taping in Montreal, both of these men made another appearance. As you will see, their second confrontation would turn every bit as rancorous as their first.
*“Stanton Curve” from the “Unstoppable” movie soundtrack cues up. The lights in the arena dim and smoke begins to billow out around the stage. Locomotora Desbocado walks out from the gorilla position and slowly heads to the ring, following a laser light display set into the ramp made to look like train tracks. When he reaches the apron the arena lights come back up, and LD climbs the steps and enters between the ropes, moving to silently stand in his corner.*
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Runaway Train. Locomotora Desbocado, last seen last seen in a WCF ring two weeks ago, must have impressed—Whoa!!
*There some noise and confusion off camera as someone leaps over the barricade behind the announcer’s table. When the camera pans over it, shows Thomas Maxwell Zale, in street clothes, sitting down beside Freddy and donning a set of headphones.*
Thomas Maxwell Zale: Sorry I’m late. How goes it, Fred?
Freddy Whoa: Jeez, who the…. Thomas Maxwell Zale?!! What are you doing here?
TMZ: I’m here to help you call the match. Duh.
Freddy Whoa: Zale, you don’t work here. You just can’t jump the rail and start talking on mic!
TMZ: Who’s going to stop me? WCF Security? There are murders and kidnappings on this show, Fred: weekly. That doesn’t say much for their competence.
*Locomotora Desbocado has finally noticed the commotion going on, and has moved to stand by the ropes closest to the table.*
TMZ: Go back to your corner, Blinky! Worry about your damn match, because believe me you don’t want none of this!
Freddy Whoa: Uh, do you really think it’s wise to taunt Locomotora Desbocado? After all, he easily defeated you in your match two weeks ago.
TMZ: He Japped me, Fred. That was a total Pearl Harbor job. You know it, I know it, and that roided up Beaner knows it!
Freddy Whoa: Wow. That was all pretty racist.
TMZ: The beauty of me, Fred my man, is I don’t sugarcoat the truth. Locomawhasis is a chump who got lucky. It just sucks that some jobber gets to prove it tonight and not me.
*The arena’s speakers cue to life again, this time playing “Celestia Origins (Extended Battle Theme)”. A large, wild-haired, bearded man wearing pink and purple chaps appears on the stage. He stares menacingly at the crowd for a moment, before breaking into a goofy grin. Pawing the ground, he tosses his head back and whinnies.*
TMZ: Who the hell is that?
Freddy Whoa: That’s Locomotora’s opponent: Bruiser Brony.
*Bruiser gallops down the ramp and rolls into the ring. Jumping to his feet, he begins cantering in a circle around the non-plussed Locomotora Desbocado and the referee. One time. Two times. Three times. Four times.*
TMZ: You have got to be kidding me.
*Five times. The crowd’s pissed now, booing the stalling tactics. LD, meanwhile, watches Brony silently, his head swiveling from side to side. Finally, Bruiser stops and asks for a mic.*
TMZ: Oh, good, he’s going to talk. Can’t wait.
*Brony climbs up onto the top turnbuckle of his corner and speaks into the microphone.*
Bruiser Brony: Who wants to see my cutie mark?
*He turns his back to the crowd and sticks out his rear as he fumbles at his belt buckle. The fans, expectedly, are aghast.*
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Bruiser Brony is about to drop trou and moon everyone in the Arena Et Maurïce Richàrd!
TMZ: “Whoa” is applicable for so many reasons right now!
*Locomotora Desbocado walks over to the de-pantsing Brony and quickly hits a throat thrust uppercut that stops him dead. To the delight of the crowd, he then Biels him from the top rope nearly half way across the ring.*
Freddy Whoa! What an impressive display of both power and timing by Locomotora Desbocado!
TMZ: Yeah. Looked like another cheap shot to me.
*Brony stumbles to his feet, clearly dazed. The referee calls for the bell. LD charges. He hammers his foe with several forearm clubs, gets him in a pumphandle position, lifts Brony, and sends him crashing stomach first down on his knee. Cover. One! Two! Three!*
Freddy Whoa: And just like that the match is over. Locomotora Desbocado once again makes quick work of his opponent. It may not have been the cleanest of victories, but in pro-wrestling, a competitor has to be prepared for any possibility if he or she expects to win the match.
*Case in point: while Locomotora Desbocado is having his arm raised to the cheering fans, Thomas Maxwell Zale, has crept away from the announcer’s table. Moving quickly, he slides into the ring and low blows LD from behind!*
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Thomas Maxwell Zale has just entered the ring and attacked Locomotora!
*Locomotora clutches his junk and falls to his knees. Zale produces a tube from his pocket that turns out to be a collapsible night stick. After extending it, he begins beating the prone luchador. Bruiser Brony sees what’s happening and joins the attack, kicking and stomping at LD.*
Freddy Whoa: Now Bruiser Brony is getting his licks in! He and Zale are punishing Locomotora Desbocado!
*The fans are booing at the assault. LD struggles to get to his knees, but is immediately forced down again when Zale cracks the truncheon on the back of his neck. Brony gallops around the ring and flattens Locomotora with a running senton. Both he and Zale then stand over the fallen wrestler, holding their arms up, sneering out at the jeering crowd.*
Freddy Whoa: Unbelievable! Less than a minute ago, Locomotora Desbocado was enjoying his second strong showing in a WCF ring. Now, he’s laid out and at the mercy of the men he’s beaten. What this turn of events means for any of these wrestlers’ futures remains to be seen.
*The last shot before break is of several members of WCF’s medical staff entering the ring to check on Locomotora Desbocado.*
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Freddy Whoa: Right now, we have Cheetah Fighter going up against Eric Price! Rumors have surfaced that this minor feud had escalated into a non-title match! We have Lucha Ref to be the official of this match tonight as he will try to bring order to this match.
The lights go dark and the arena becomes eerie. "When Did This Storm Begin?" by Shiny Toy Guns is blasted through the arena. Loud cheers all around the arena. After the intro of the song, Cheetah Fighter comes out from backstage with a cheetah cape. He is wearing a pair of black wristbands, a pair of black trunks with a red rising sun design, black knee pads and black boots with red stripes on each. What is noticeable to the audience is that he's wearing a t-shirt that says "Pantheon Sux"
Freddy Whoa: Right now, we have Cheetah Fighter, who is one of the main stars of the Wednesday Night show since the day he debut.
The moment the song reaches the chorus, he throws his cape into the crowd and raises his arms. Then walks down the ramp, slapping some of the audience members' hands. He points to a nearby audience member and flexes with them. Then he gets on the apron and jumps over the ropes. He gets on one of the turnbuckles and takes off his t-shirt to throw it into the crowd. He goes to another turnbuckle and raises his arms again. Then, he points at a random audience member before getting off the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Next, we're gonna have his opponent, the World Champion, Eric Price!
Suddenly, "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell is blasted. Unfortunately, it's the poorly sung karaoke version.
Freddy Whoa: What the...?
Bronze lights will start flashing as the music starts and as soon as Derrick Slice walks out, a bronze spotlight will shine on him as he makes his way to the ring with a slow and determined walk with a stupid smirk on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and simply looks down on the audience...who hold their noses from his stench. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience with disdain and a goofy grin on his face.
Freddy Whoa: That's Derrick Slice! What is this?
There is a collective round of silence from the crowd. Cheetah Fighter and Lucha Ref simply stares. Crickets chirp...hell, even a tumbleweed even rolls by.
Suddenly, "The Only One" by Evanescence is blasted through the arena. However, as expected, it's a poorly sung version.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, come on! Really?
The lights go out as a spotlight flickers on and off on stage. What sounds like bad ring tone rhythms begin a nightmare of a melody for the ears, accompanied by what sounds like someone slapping their hands over an empty bucket. The crowd begins to YAWN MASSIVELY. Sparklers are held by two fat men on both sides of the stage as our melody finally kicks into the boring karaoke parts. What sounds like Amy Winehouse screaming drunk into the microphone continues to play as Tara finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with absolute silence. The trashy and very obviously fake redhead saunters towards the ring and steps inside. The fat men now stand at the ring posts with the sparklers and Tara takes to each turnbuckle in succession, to no reaction. As the awful music continues, Tara rolls outside of the ring and finds a young fan sitting at ringside. She removes her signature "I Don't Matter" tee shirt that she wears over her wrestling attire and gives it to the young fan, who throws the smelly shirt back at her before she returns to the ring as the music dies down.
Freddy Whoa: This is ridiculous! All this hype, and we've been fooled!
Suddenly, “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell is blasted through the speakers. Yes. The original version! Gold lights will start flashing as the music starts and as soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight will shine on him as he makes his way to the ring with a slow and determined walk with a smirk on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and simply looks down on the audience. He is wearing his black V-neck jersey with black jeans and black walking shoes.
Freddy Whoa: And we have the World Champion, Eric Price, coming out for this match! But what are Slice and Moonlight doing in the ring?
He shows off his World title belt to the crowd, as they boo him. He also has a microphone in his hand. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience with disdain and a grin on his face.
Eric Price: All right people, people, shut up. I know you all would like to see me, the WCF World Champion, yours truly Mr. Eric Price beat this barbarian...
He points to Cheetah Fighter.
Eric Price: ...to a pulp.
The crowd boos.
Eric Price: However you have to remember, I’m the WCF World Champion and it simply wouldn’t be fair of me to allow Cheetah Fighter to compete against me just yet. No no! I want him to get warmed up, I want to see what he’s made of and more importantly, I would like to see how big of a man Mr. Cheetah claims he is by defeating these two individuals!
He points at Derrick and Tara, which causes the crowd to boo.
Eric Price: That's right. A handicap elimination match! I'll be at ringside watching this tune up match while providing commentary with Freddy Whoa down there.
He leaves the ring and sits next to Freddy Whoa.
Freddy Whoa: We have our match underway!
Eric Price: You have the WCF World Champion sitting next to you and you’re focusing on this match. Your attention as well as everyone’s attention should be on me, the greatest WCF World Champion of all time!
Cheetah Fighter simply stares at the petrified Derrick Slice and Tara Moonlight. In an instant, they run towards him to make a strike. Unfortunately for them, Cheetah clotheslines both of them to the ground.
Freddy Whoa: A double clothesline!
Eric Price: What is this? What’s he doing?
Cheetah Fighter picks up Tara Moonlight and BAM!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! A NECK CUTTER!
Eric Price: That should be illegal!
He goes for the pin as Lucha Ref begins the count.
Freddy Whoa: And Tara Moonlight is eliminated!
Eric Price: NO NO NO!!!!
Just as Cheetah Fighter gets up, Derrick Slice attacks him from behind. To his horror, Cheetah isn't affected as he turns around to give Derrick a Brainbuster!
Freddy Whoa: A failed attempt to attack Cheetah from behind!
Eric Price: That’s all right, Slice is just composing himself, he’ll get back in this!
Cheetah Fighter executes an STF on Derrick. Derrick tries to reach the ropes, but it wasn't even close. Cheetah then switches from an STF to a Crippler Crossface! Derrick taps out!
DING DING DING!
Freddy Whoa: And Cheetah Fighter wins it!
Eric Price takes a microphone, now somewhat angered but decides to address Cheetah Fighter.
Eric Price: That was unexpectedly impressive, yes … unexpectedly impressive yet expectedly boring as you are but hey, you’re new at this so it’s not all your fault.
The crowd boos.
Eric Price: But we’re not done yet, not by a longshot. I still don’t think it would be fair for you to face me as not only have you not proven yourself but you’re not sufficiently tuned up and warmed up for a match against greatness personified, which I am. That's why you'll face your next opponent! I hope you like tacos.
"Taco Flavored Kisses" is blasted through the arena. El Taco De Genial comes out and waves to the crowd, who in response, boo at him. He slides into the ring and waves.
In an instant, Cheetah Fighter spears down El Taco. Then, he gets on the turnbuckle and waits for El Taco to hit...
Freddy Whoa: KNUCKLE BOMB!
He goes for the cover.
DING DING DING!!!
Eric Price: No! This is unacceptable! That was a fast count!
Lucha Ref shouts back at Eric Price while Cheetah Fighter simply shrugs.
Eric Price: Okay, that’s fine, fine! Fact is, that was impressive I must admit as well but I still don’t think you’re in the right frame of mind to face me. I have another set of opponents for you to face tonight and if you beat this team, then we can get started with our match.
"Cause I'm A Blonde" by Julie Brown is blasted through the arena. The Random Blondes come out from backstage and enter the ring.
The Random Blondes kick Cheetah Fighter in the gut and are about to perform a team move.
Freddy Whoa: Could they be able to break his 5-win streak?!
Eric Price: Of course they will, Cheetah Fighter is a loser. This referee is obviously a biased son of a bitch!
However, Cheetah was only playing possum as he double suplexes both sisters.
Eric Price: WHAT?!
Freddy Whoa: And a counter! He was only giving these two pity!
Cheetah Fighter picks up Kelly Blonde and executes...
Freddy Whoa: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!!
Eric Price: NO! NO! NO!
He goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: And Kelly Blonde is eliminated!
Just as Cheetah Fighter gets up, Stacy Blonde goes for the headlock from behind. However, Cheetah reverses this with a Death Valley Driver!
Freddy Whoa: And a great counter by Cheetah!
Eric Price: What the, no, he has to be cheating!
Cheetah Fighter locks in the heel hold reversal as Stacy Blonde immediately taps out.
DING DING DING!!!
Eric Price is now furious. As Cheetah Fighter celebrates in the ring, Eric Price grabs a steel chair and runs into the ring and hits Cheetah Fighter from behind!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! And a vicious assault by Eric Price with a steel chair! This is not right! This match has not started and Eric Price is heinously swinging that steel chair at Cheetah Fighter right in his back.
Price hits 3 chair shots against Cheetah Fighter as he calls for backup. Cheetah Fighter is down in the center of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: And what’s Price signaling for here, oh no, here comes his backup! Here come Gravedigger and Davey Ortega, both with steel chairs in hand!
Price quickly grabs a microphone
Eric Price: Hey Cheetah Fighter, I told you I was going to teach you about respect tonight and you will learn your lesson here tonight!
Eric puts the microphone up to Cheetah who is still down
Cheetah Fighter: Raaaarrrrrrrrrggggghhh!!!
Eric looks angered by this sign of life
Eric Price: Hmm…you don’t learn so quickly.
Eric hits another chair shot at Cheetah Fighter as he is waiting for his backup!
Freddy Whoa: And Eric Price as usual can’t get the job done by himself, needs to have his associates do his dirty work for him. But wait, what is this?!
As Gravedigger and Ortega are now in the ring with Price ready to assault Cheetah Fighter in a 3 on 1 mugging, Price notices Morientes and John Gable coming to the ring with steel chairs in hand looking pissed off from the assault against them on Slam last Sunday!
Freddy Whoa: And looks like some retribution is coming here for the unprovoked assault against the team of Mr. M and John Gable last Sunday as Price directing traffic, tells them to go deal with the threat outside the ring as he will deal with Cheetah Fighter!
Gravedigger and Ortega quickly slide out of the ring, steel chairs in hand as they go confront Morientes and Gable who are standing at the top of the entrance ramp ready to fight! Eric Price still in the ring struts with confidence looking down at Cheetah Fighter. He then crouches down and looks at him to address him.
Eric Price: Well Cheetah Fighter, you ran your mouth for nearly two weeks now since this match was announced saying how you were easily going to beat me, how you were going to destroy me, how you were going to end me and all we’ve seen tonight is your undoing because ultimately it didn’t have to be this way. You should have left well enough alone but you decided to tug on Superman’s cape and guess what, Superman got pissed! I demand to be respected and what you’re going to do now is tell me you respect me.
Eric Price then starts disrespectfully slapping Cheetah Fighter in the head as if to mock him and get him to do what he says.
Freddy Whoa: This is hideous behavior by the World Champion.
Eric Price: Do you understand me? You’re going to …. Agggghhh ….
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What the, from out of nowhere, Cheetah Fighter places the crippler crossface right on Eric Price and Price now in terrible pain! But he’s getting what he deserves!
Gravedigger notices Price in pain as does Ortega and both men quickly run down to pull Price out of the ring. Cheetah Fighter intently holds on but both men are able to slide Price out of the ring. As they do this, they notice that Cheetah Fighter looks furious as Morientes and Gable start walking down the ramp quickly, all three men look at each other and quickly decide to beat a hasty retreat through the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: And look at this now, with the odds even, it seems that Eric Price and his cronies have decided to retreat through the crowd. A pathetic display but you can’t count out the fact that Cheetah Fighter had the World Champion in a submission move and he was nearly about to tap out if not for his associates saving him here tonight. And thank God for Gable and Morientes coming to the aid of Cheetah Fighter against these scoundrels who think they own this place.
Morientes and Gable stand right outside the ring looking on just shaking their heads in disapproval as Cheetah Fighter is in the ring pointing at Eric Price signaling that he was “that close” to making him tap out! Eric Price on the outside is screaming that he deserves to be respected.
Freddy Whoa: Folks, this was an explosive segment, the match never started and Eric Price showed what kind of man he is, a coward. But Cheetah Fighter certainly proved he is a strong competitor tonight and this business between Gravedigger and Davey Ortega is not over with Morientes and John Gable. What will happen on Slam this Sunday with these volatile elements in the mix?
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Scene opens backstage. Freddy Whoa stands in front of... you guessed it... a WCF backdrop. Next to him is the WCF Internet Champion, AND WCF Hardcore Champion, Vengeance.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance, you're about to defend your Internet title in a triple threat match. Can I get your thoughts on the match? You got anything you wanna say to your opponents?
Vengeance just glares at Freddy. After a moment, Freddy tries again.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance? Any comments?
Vengeance turns and storms away, almost knocking over Freddy. Never one to give up, Freddy Whoa chases after Vengeance down the hall.
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"Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold plays over the PA. Without his usual entrance, Vengeance just storms towards the ring, with Freddy chasing after him. When he reaches the ringside area, he starts grabbing chairs and tossing them about. He breaks a chair over the guardrail. Freddy makes the mistake of stepping in front of him and shoving the microphone in his face-- with a growl, he grabs Freddy and throws him over his shoulder. Vengeance slams him into the announce table, laying Freddy out on the table. Vengeance takes the Internet title from around his waist and tosses it into the ring, leaving the audience bewildered. Vengeance turns his attention to Freddy, still laid out on the table. He gets on the table and throws Freddy Whoa over his shoulder-- delivering a Death Blow onto the table, as they both go crashing through! At this point, a team of referees has come out and starts to try to reason with Vengeance. Finally, he leaves the ringside area.
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We see "The Mack" Steve Orbit hanging out with some girls. He's not scheduled to be there, but you know-- there's always groupies to tend to. A referee approaches him.
Referee: Excuse me, Mr. Orbit?
Orbit asks the girls to excuse him for a moment.
Steve Orbit: What, man? Can't you see I'm kinda busy?
Referee: There's been an, uh, incident, and Freddy Whoa looks like he won't be able to call the main event tonight. Also, it appears Vengeance has forfeited the title and won't be competing, either. Since you're the only WCF employee here who doesn't really have anything to do tonight--
Steve Orbit: Say no more-- I'll do it. The Mack loves commentating. I want a cut of Freddy's pay for the night, though.
Referee: You'll have to take that up with Freddy.. or Fly.. or something.
Orbit turns to the girls.
Steve Orbit: Aight ladies, I'll have to catch up with y'all later.
The girls beg him to stay, looking all pouty and stuff. But duty calls! And Orbit heads towards the arena.
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Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Steve Orbit: Aight y'all, I ain't commentated in a while, but don't worry. I'ma call this one straight, down the middle. Doc Henry, and of course, Mary... mmm-mm-mmm. Somethin' about Mary.
"Forgot About Trey" by Dr. Dre featuring Eminem, Trey Reed, Weird Al Yankovic and Los Angeles Philharmonic begins bumping bass so gangster that seats in the crowd begin to vibrate. Out from the fog of the entrance emerges a group of eleven beautiful backup dancers all krumping wildly and violently down the rampway. Suddenly the Last Action Hero appears running towards them with a head full of steam, and leapfrogs over the middle three dancers and breaks out into a C-Walk as the crowd goes APESHIT, because they all simply love the gangs of the 90s.
"Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say,
but nothin comes out when they move their lips
just a bunch of gibberish
and motha lovers act like they forgot about Trey"
His dancers follow his C-Walk toward the ring while snapping their fingers and moving like it was a Westside Story musical, as Trey alternates between throwing up gang signs and slapping high fives of those reaching out to touch him. At one point a fan tries to hand him a bottle of water, but he seems to have trouble unscrewing the cap to it and shrugs his shoulders, then hands it back! As he reaches the square circle, he effortlessly hops onto the apron and turns back, blowing kisses to his female dance crew, all of whom faint as the air kiss is delivered. He then slingshots over the ropes into the ring and begins stretching on the turnbuckles.
Steve Orbit: New Kid on the Block, Trey Reed. I like him. He's cool. He done fried his brain, or took one too many hits of somethin' or other, who knows, but he's aight. The Mack approves. Plus he got a gang of hoes with him, y'all know I can appreciate that.
DING DING DING
Trey and Doc circle each other briefly before locking up. Neither man gets too much of an advantage at first, until Doc throws Trey into a side headlock. Trey breaks out of it, but Doc stays on him with a one-two combination, followed by a headbutt that sends Trey reeling. Doc charges forward with a clothesline, but Trey ducks it, shoving Doc into the corner instead. Trey hits a roundhouse kick to the back of Doc's head in the corner. He moves into the corner, but the ref gets in between the two and seperates them. Trey takes a moment to flex for the crowd.
Steve Orbit: Damn, the crowd's got mad love for this boy.
The two men again lock up, this time Doc goes behind Trey with a waistlock. Trey tries to break free, but Doc hits a German suplex. As Trey gets back to his feet, Doc hits him with a series of knees to his gut, before planting him with a DDT. Doc goes for the cover.
Steve Orbit: Trey kicks out, Internet title on the line.
Doc pulls Trey to his feet, but Trey elbows his way free from the grasp, and lands a standing dropkick to Doc's chest. Trey chops at Doc's chest a few times before whipping him to the ropes and hitting a hiptoss suplex on the return. Trey gets up and stomps at Doc while he's down.
Steve Orbit: The Internet title has seen some interesting championship runs, from Zombie McMorris, to Johnny Stylez, to Snitchmaster-- pardon me, Scoutmaster Slane. Everyone who holds it seems to do something different with it, which is what makes this title unique in my opinion. Since Vengeance clearly don't give a damn about the title, or the Wednesday Night show for that matter, one of these two guys WILL be the Internet Champion at the end of this match.
Trey has Doc to his feet, and drops him with a front-face legsweep. Trey covers Doc.
Steve Orbit: Doc powers out before two.
Trey pulls Doc to his feet and hammers him with right hands before setting him up in the corner. He takes a few steps forward and performs a back handspring--
Steve Orbit: Oh shit, he went for the back elbow but Doc dove out of the way. Trey bounced off the top turnbuckle, hard.
As Trey stumbles out of the corner, Doc grabs him by the head and rubs his face along the top rope. The ref warns Doc who doesn't look too concerned. Doc drops Trey to the mat with a snap mare and puts him in a reverse chinlock. After a few moments of the ref checking Trey, he finally powers his way out by getting to his feet and prying Doc's arms away-- but Doc stays on him, setting up for a neckbreaker, which Trey quickly reverses into a swinging neckbreaker!
Steve Orbit: Win or lose, Trey Reed is showing he can hang with a WCF veteran right now.
Trey springboards off the second rope with a ghetto stomp onto Doc. Doc rolls around on the mat in pain, as Trey heads for the top turnbuckle. He takes a few moments to play to the crowd, before leaping off with a swandive headbutt! Trey hooks Doc's leg for the pin.
Steve Orbit: Kickout! That was close, I thought Trey had him.
Trey stomps at Doc while he's down. He then grabs his legs and locks them up, applying a cloverleaf.
Steve Orbit: Damn, Doc the Cock is in trouble right now!
The ref checks Doc over and over. He refuses to submit. After a few painful moments, he starts inching towards the ropes. Trey tries as hard as he can to keep Doc in the middle of the ring, but eventually, Doc reaches the ropes and Trey is instructed to release the hold. Trey backs off, and he goes to pull Doc off the mat-- but Doc thumbs his eye!
Steve Orbit: Desperation move by Doc, I don't even think the ref saw it. That's experience right there.
Doc uses the ropes to help himself back up to his feet. Trey is holding his eyes in pain. Doc waits for him to turn around and explodes out of the corner, spearing him to the mat! Doc hammers Trey with mounted punches before getting to his feet and climbing the turnbuckles. He leaps off the top rope with a frog splash, and covers Trey for the pin.
Steve Orbit: Trey gets the shoulder up! They both want this title, for real.
Doc pulls Trey off the mat and sets him up for the Gambler's Hand! But Trey slips out and reverses it, delivering his own Rock Bottom!
Steve Orbit: Trey Reed on that copycat shit!
The crowd roars as Trey grabs Doc and hits his Last Night Stand, a sit-down Sambo suplex! And Trey covers Doc for the pin.
DING DING DING
"Forgot About Trey" hits the PA.
Steve Orbit: New Internet Champion! Trey Reed takes it with a victory over Doc Henry! We'll see what kinda craziness the newcomer brings to the Internet title.
Trey celebrates in the ring as the ref hands him the Internet title belt. Doc slides out of the ring and heads towards the back.
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Scene opens with Freddy Whoa getting checked out by the medical staff. He seems to be okay after the assault by Vengeance.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, my head hurts. But that's it for this week! I'll see y'all in a couple weeks. Thanks to the Mack for filling in for me on the main event! Goodnight, WCF!
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WCF WEDNESDAY NIGHT -- 4/17