8/9/15 Slam! (All Matches Added!) Aug 9, 2015 22:19:22 GMT -5 Night Rider, Joey Flash, and 3 more like this
Post by Jayson Price on Aug 9, 2015 22:19:22 GMT -5
Slam opens to…confetti falling and cheap pyro exploding from around the ring and the staging area as the opening strains of 300 Violin Orchestra begin flooding the arena before the lights go out and more pyro explodes as ‘Mile Zero’ begins. From the curtain emerge the three men that ended Ultimate Showdown on such a sour note for the fans, Seth Lerch, Jonny Fly and Joey Flash. Flash is rocking his usual ceremonial white suit; Fly in contrast is in a very professional black suit…Lerch is wearing an uncouth combo of jeans and a T-Shirt.
Zach Davis: What a way to kick us off here.
Freddy Whoa: This better not happen week after week with these three fucking ‘Authority’ figures coming out and rambling for thirty minutes saying the same damn stuff every single time. I try to watch a rival federation and I damn near have to skip half of it because of that!
Gravedigger: Shut the fuck up, these are three men with class, dignity and gravitas.
As he says this, Flash slaps a young child’s pen and paper out of his hand and laughs in the poor mite’s face. Fly puts his hand on Flash’s shoulder, bends down and begins jotting something on the page, he smiles and hands it to the child…who cries even more. The camera zooms into the loving message that reads ‘You will be a failure in life…end it now’.
The three men enter the ring and soak up all the hatred from the crowd that they can muster. Seth is the first one to grab the microphone from poor Kyle Steel.
Seth Lerch: Welcome to Slam, how does it feel to be paying ME to see ME in the ring? Haha!
Crowd: FUCK YOU SETH, FUCK YOU SETH!
Seth Lerch: They’re saying Boo-eth. How kind. Anyway! Allow me to introduce you to the two greatest wrestlers in the company today, and by the end of this show, your new WCF Tag Team Champions, Jonny Fly…
The crowd boo as Jonny gives a bow and a wink.
Seth Lerch: …and Joey Flash!
Flash also bows and blows some kisses toward the crowd, the crowd blow vitriol back, and chuck some bottles and shit into the ring in reward.
Seth Lerch: God you people are quite stupid really aren’t you? You do realize I’ve given people like Thomas Bates and Raymond Hatcher World Title shots right? You realize GONZO MURDOCK got a World Title shot? While my greatest prospect in years is slogging away in the lower card, facing jobber after worthless jobber, struggling in meaningless macthes.
In nine months Joey Flash has had ONE title shot, do you hear that, ONE? Which he easily won by the way. Let me put this into perspective, I gave snapz two title shots in three weeks of him being here. I’ve not held Joey Flash back because I didn’t respect his talent, because I dislike him, because he reminds me of Mr. Fly, or because he came to me and said ‘I don’t want the opportunity’.
Did you people not think for one little moment that we were WORKING you marks?
Seth lets out a little girlish giggle as he hands the microphone to a smiling Joey to extreme heat from the poor crowd of ubermarks.
Joey Flash: Thank you, thank you. Let me take you good folks back. To April in fact, when I made a pair of decisions that would shake WCF to its core.
Decision one, the one you people got to experience at Aftermath, Imperium. The greatest collection of talent in WCF history right? Bobby Cairo, Natural ICE Beckman, Odin Balfore, Zombie McMorris, Kaz Mazy and yours truly. This was a stable full of six of the top ten competitors in the entire federation; it was going to be a fucking juggernaut.
Unfortunately for Imperium around that time I made a second decision.
The crowd boos as Joey turns to Seth Lerch and Jonny Fly.
Joey Flash: To completely and utterly destroy ‘Imperium’.
He smiles as the crowd throw more stuff into the ring that the wrestlers easily dodge, but Seth takes a barrage of random crap. His nice T-Shirt is now covered in sauce, poor guy.
Joey Flash: Let me lay down for you some facts.
Myself and Seth Lerch renegotiated my contract only a few weeks into my tenure here. I’ve been one of the highest paid in the company ever since, I’ve gotten all the amenities I could have asked for and all the personal and professional support I could ask for. I promised Seth Lerch one thing at the signing of the contract, if he needed anyone gotten rid of in the federation, he simply needed to provide their neck and I’d get to that knife work.
He gave me two names: Bobby Cairo and Natural ICE Beckman. The two bland superstars that had monopolized his main event for so long and ate massively into the companies wage bill to a point it was unsustainable. Their names were all I needed.
Now here we are, only a few months later and guess what? No Bobby Cairo, no Natural ICE Beckman. Only Joey Flash remains.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU FLASH FUCK YOU FLASH!
Joey Flash: I thought I’d throw in a little bonus of getting rid of that little fuckboy Cairo fanatic Kaz as well, just as a special gift for Seth. Hope you all enjoyed that one!
Crowd: JUSTICE! JUSTICE! JUSTICE! WE WANT KAZ! WE WANT KAZ! WE WANT KAZ!
Joey Flash: Sorry, lil faggot ain’t coming annnnnnnny time soon.
Joey Flash: Damn I feel like Keyser Soze right now, it’s beautiful, look how mad you all are? You poor people, now in the space of a month I’m going to snag the Tag Titles and whip Dune’s head clean off, throw it at your feet and ask you if it was worth the wait? Cos from the looks on your faces, from the money in my bank account, from getting rid of three ‘obstacles’ in Cairo, ICE and Kaz, from outsmarting the ‘smartest’ man in the game Buddy Roman, from pulling the wool over each and every one of your eyes, from being about to be both Tag and World Champion…yeah, it was worth it.
Crowd: FUCK YOU FLASH! FUCK YOU FLASH! FUCK YOU FLASH!
Flash walks over to Fly and the two men share a smile.
Joey Flash: As far as this guy is concerned? How gullible can you be? We’ve been running in the same circles for before I was even part of the federation. We hit the same night spots, we know the same people in our business life outside the ring, are you people not understanding this? It’s not been a new development; there have been no big contract signings, this is what you people would call a…
Joey Flash: Long con. It’s been this, it's been us…
He looks at Fly, then at Lerch.
Joey Flash: Since day fucking one.
Flash hands over the microphone to Fly. Soaking in another set of boos from the crowd, Fly begins to aimlessly pace around the ring, smirking as he looks out into the crowd. He suddenly stops.
Fly: I think this is the point where I remind everyone in the back of something that really shouldn't need a reminder at this point in my career - in the end, Jonny Fly always wins.
Another huge chorus of boos rings out. Fly doesn't even wait for them to subside, he just keeps going.
Fly: First off, I fucking spoiled this shit MONTHS ago you dumbasses. I don't know how many times I've been on television since I've been back telling you motherfuckers how god damn boring this place was. I told you I was going to shake things up. I told you it was boring watching everyone job to Cairo and Beckman every god damn week. I told you all of your little stables were fucking meaningless and mundane. Yet, never once was anyone smart enough to go - "hey, you think JONNY FUCKING FLY has something up his sleeve?"
Fly begins laughing. He shakes in head, half in disgust, half incredulous.
Fly: Unbelievable. It's like you guys don't even know me. Four years into this shit, and still nobody really realizes the machinations that go in this head. I really question if we need to implement an IQ test for all new hires.
Fly casts a quick look over to Seth who simply mouths "Dumb wrestlers are cheaper to hire." Fly shrugs his shoulders and continues.
Fly: This scheme, Seth, Flash, myself, fuck even Orbit's on this shit - has gone exactly as planned. We had you motherfuckers eating out of our palms. "Oh man, wouldn't Flash versus Fly be a great match?" HAH. Yeah, it would be but not as good of a match as Flash AND Fly versus all of WCF. We divided and conquered. He took down Imperium. I neutered Pantheon. All the while it looked to the outside like we fuckin' hated one another.
You remember when I said on Twitter I was betting on Adam Young beating Joey Flash? You guys thought I was just talking shit, but I actually made that bet! We made a shit load of money off that match! In act, we made more money with him laying down on AY then all of you motherfuckers make in a year combined. IT WASN'T REAL. This whole fucking thing was planned from the start. Every single aspect carefully planned out all the way to right now.
A quick glance over at Flash and we can see him smiling proudly at the previous comments.
Fly: Here's the new reality in WCF. We're in complete control. Your stables are fucking awful. We're killing them off. Good riddance. You're titles, they're coming our way. Television, Tag Team, World, we might even get Orbit motivated and take the Trios belts. Hardcore Title matches don't have disqualifications, maybe Flash and I help Seth take a title for himself? How fucking awesome would it be to have SETH beat TORTURE?
Seth frowny faces. He loves Torture too much to do that.
Fly: The point is, things have changed. Forever. Forever Fly. Forever Flash. Welcome to the future, motherfuckers.
Fly brings the microphone down to his side. He walks back over to Flash and Seth and the trio lift their hands in the air as the crowd pelts them with the loudest set of boos yet. The trio hold the pose for nearly a minute, each smiling from ear to ear. They finally exit the ring as the camera goes to the announce table.
Zach Davis: Well that certainly was a way to kick off Slam!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Joey Flash, Jonny Fly and Seth Lerch all on the same team? WCF had better be ready to take notice because these guys are trying to make this company their own playground.
Gravedigger: Well it's about time somebody put some of the loudmouth losers in this company on notice. I for one welcome our new overlords.
Zach Davis: Well with that said, we've got a great show ahead of us tonight!
Freddy Whoa: That's right! We just saw Joey Flash and Jonny Fly in the ring to open the show and we're going to see them again in our main event as they face off against Howard Black and Jay Omega for the Tag Team Titles!
Zach Davis: And let's not forget that the Television Title is also on the line!
Freddy Whoa: We've also got a triple threat match for a shot at the United States Title between Spencer Adams, Adam Young and David Sanchez!
Zach Davis: Also there's going to be another Juggalo Warrior Hardcore Open as Isaiah Chavis welcomes Q-Ball to his house of horrors.
Freddy Whoa: There's another triple threat match tonight as Zombie McMorris, Danny Anderson and Raymond Hatcher will all square off.
Zach Davis: Vengeance is going to be in the ring with Vic Venable, K.L. Henson and Teo Del Sol in a fatal fourway!
Freddy Whoa: Kyle Kemp is going to go one on one with The Ultimate Destroyer and Celeste and Denise D'Evil are going to face off in some singles action.
Zach Davis: And in our opening match, Mejor Redemption is going to face off against AC/PC! So let's get Slam rolling!
MEJOR REDEMPTION VS AC/PC
The arena is visibly darkened, strobe lights begin to flash in a cycle throughout the arena...
"BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY, BOOM, BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY, BOOM, BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY, BOOM, BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY..."
An instrumental from "Diamond Eyes" begins to play throughout the arena as Derek Moreno rushes out from behind the curtains, followed by Mitch “El Mejor” Morales. Moreno stops at the top of the entrance ramp and smiles widely, pointing out to the sea of fans and nodding, while Mitch “El Mejor” Morales stands right beside him and raises his arms out to his side.
Mitch “El Mejor” Morales: EL MEJOR!
Both men exchange a fist bump and then begin to travel down the entrance ramp, Derek on the left, and Mitch “El Mejor” Morales on the right, they both slap the palms of the fans outstretched hands, with equally large grins on their faces. As both men reach the bottom of the ramp, they bound up onto the apron together, Moreno hops over the ring ropes and immediately begins to take off his t-shirt and golden cross, leaving them in the corner of the ring, as Mitch “El Mejor” Morales climbs onto the corner post and raises his arms into the air once again.
Freddy Whoa: These guys got an impressive victory in their debut at Ultimate Showdown!
Zach Davis: They’ll be looking to keep the ball rolling here, surely.
The crowd cheers both men on as Mitch “El Mejor” Morales hops over the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, he cups his hands over his mouth to scream…
Mitch “El Mejor” Morales: EL MEJOR!
Both Derek and Mitch move to the corner of the ring, giving each other a confident nod as they await for the match to begin.
The lights go to black, the music begins and shortly ACPC begins to spark in bright letters of pyro above the ring. A spotlight is put on the team. They slowly walk to the ring, talking to each other and making disrespectful gestures to the crowd. They do their trademark gestures of idolatry and as soon as they hit the ring, the color of the ACPC pyro changes multiple times. The lights don’t come back on and the music doesn’t stop "Until We Say So".
Freddy Woah: ACPC in their first match here at the WCF, they’d want to make some early impact in their debut.
Zach Davis: But Mejor Redemption put on quite the show at Ultimate Showdown… it’ll be interesting to see what happens here.
The bell sounds as Derek Moreno and P The Conqueror start for their respective teams, P immediately charges Moreno and tries to hit him with a powerful running clothesline, but Moreno easily sways out of the way and nails P with a dropkick to the back, which sends him down to his knees.
Gravedigger: This kids quick, but being quick won’t matter if you can’t damage your opponent.
P The Conqueror gets back up to his feet quickly and is caught with a European Uppercut from Moreno, who then backs up and rushes at P once more, leaping up into the air and hitting him right in the jaw with a Flying Knee, the knee staggers P The Conqueror who is then sent craning to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker from Moreno. Moreno goes for the cover right away, hooking the legs.
Zach Davis: Early cover here!
TW-NO! Early kick-out from P The Conqueror!
Moreno smiles and brings P back up to his feet, he clocks him with a roundhouse kick to the head that drops him to the floor, he then rushes over to the ropes, jumps onto the top one, and springboards off of it, performing a moonsault in mid-air and connecting right into the mid-section of P, Moreno bounds back up to his feet and tags in Mitch Morales, who hops over the top rope quickly and waits for P The Conqueror to get back up to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Not much resistance from ACPC thus far.
Zach Davis: Here comes Mitch “El Mejor” Morales… SLING BLADE! And the cover!
THR-NOT QUITE! P The Conqueror gets the shoulder up at two and a half, Mitch picks him up and whips him into the ropes, but P catches himself and tags in AC Legend, who rushes through the middle rope and runs toward Mitch Morales…
Zach Davis: Caught with a Discus Lariat!
Gravedigger: Idiot ran right into it.
Mitch Morales picks AC Legend up instantly and sets him up for a Northen Lights Suplex, hitting it perfectly as he slams AC back-first into the canvas, he then looks to Moreno and nods, before setting up AC Legend near the ropes, he springboards off the second rope and then latches onto AC Legend’s head, twirling around and hitting a tornado DDT, planting the unsuspecting AC Legend!
Zach Davis: THE ESCAPE PLAN!
Freddy Whoa: But he’s not going for the pin, he’s tagging in Moreno!
Gravedigger: What’s the point in that?
Moreno grins as he bounds up onto the top turnbuckle after getting tagged by Mitch Morales, he points out to the crowd who cheer him on loudly, before leaping off the top turnbuckle and performing a…
Freddy Whoa: 630 Corkscrew Senton! THE MORENO PLUNGE, he hits it!
Zach Davis: That’s both there finishing moves pulled into one… The Strike Plan!
Moreno immediately hooks the legs of AC Legend after hitting the move.
“Diamond Eyes” by Shinedown begins to play as both Derek Moreno and Mitch “El Mejor” Morales go onto opposite turnbuckle corners and begin celebrating their victory.
Zach Davis: Another impressive victory here by Mejor Redemption!
Freddy Whoa: Who will these guys come up against next?
A man in a vaguely shark looking luchador mask leaps the barricade, crouching below the apron and stalking towards the ring. A second man, rotund and bearded in a bright Hawaiian shirt, crawls out from beneath the ring and joins the luchador as they slide into the ring behind Mejor Redemption. Nodding to each other, the bearded man dives behind the two to nail them with double chopblocks which are followed by a somersault senton across the heads of both men by the luchador. The crowd goes wild with boos.
Freddy Woah: Who the hell are these guys?!
A third man leaps the barricade, a young African American man who immediately slides into the ring and begins to deliver stomps to Derek Moreno as the luchador and bearded man go to work on Mitch Morales.
Gravedigger: Now THIS is how you start off a Slam!
Freddy Woah: This is uncalled for? What the hell did Mejor Redemption do to anyone?
As the luchador mounts Mitch Morales and begins nailing him with rights, the African American man pulls Derek Moreno to his feet and holds his arms behind his back. The bearded man begins to nail him with fists back and forth before cocking back and nailing a vicious lariat as the African American man throws Moreno back with a chickenwing suplex. As the three new men stand triumphantly in the ring, “Aquaberry Dolphin” by RiFF RaFF hits the P.A. Two men walk out from the back carrying flags: a greasy looking older man carrying a pastel blue flag with a hot pink pentagram and a young man with cornrows and sunglasses carrying a Jolly Roger. Both carry microphones, and the older man speaks as he approaches the ring.
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: I said watch the skies...you were fooled into not watching luchador masked thugs in the front row!
Hunter Updegraff: Damn right! Y’all wasn’t watchin’, then BLAO! Y’all done fucked up! You about to witness a motha fuckin’ change up in this bitch, yo! Hashtag Bottle Service!
The luchador slides out of the ring, walking to Kyle Steel and forcibly ripping the microphone from his hand. After sliding back into the ring, he pulls the bottom of his mask up to reveal his mouth.
Los Tiburones: Whaddup bitches?!
The boos continue to rain down on the gathered men as Hunter Updegraff and Hacksaw Jim Thuggin enter the ring and flank the three wrestlers.
Los Tiburones: You’re witnessing the beginning of the Tidal Revolution! For too long has WCF been dominated by fuccbois! Between Dune and Fly, you’re all are so fixated on the land and air that you neglected the motherfuckin’ ocean!
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: Dune, what kind of name is that for a wrestler? The sea overcomes sand every day on this world, it is a bizarre and strange thing to me...but even stranger? Dune.
Los Tiburones: More like “Goon”, am I right, Hunter?
Hunter Updegraff: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! That’s funny shit ‘nilla! Dune, goon and all that. Shiiiiit. Hashtag pop dem bottles! Hashtag fuck Dune! Hashtag Bitch lives matter! WHAT!
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: Without further ado I think it’s time that we bring law and order to this planet. We are not coming for your ‘titles’ we are simply coming to prove who the alpha males in this universe are. Beach Crue...ahem Krew. Introduce yourselves!
Hunter Updegraff: Yo yo yo what it do! My name’s Hunter Updegraff, AKA Party Train, AKA King Koopa Bloopa, AKA yo momma’s vibrator, AKA professor pills! I’m here to keep this party goin’ ‘til we mutha fuckin’ die! Hashtag bottle service!
*insert Hunter pose here*
Andre Aquarius: My name is Andre Aquarius. You already know I’m here with my bros to assassinate every fuccboi in this bitch.
*Insert Andre pose here*
Wade "Poseidon" Moor: I'm Wade Moor, The Leviathan, the Juggernaut of #BEACHKREW.
*Insert Wade Moor pose here*
Los Tiburones: And of course…
Tiburones steps forward once before flipping into a back handspring, coming down with one hand on his out-thrust crotch and the other proudly displaying his middle finger a la mid-90’s Eminem.
Los Tiburones: I am Los Tiburones. Together? We are…
Hunter and Thuggin raise their flags as Andre, Wade, and Tiburones raise their fist.
All: #BEACHKREW! FUCCBOI MURDER SQUAD! TROLL FORCE FIVE! BITCH LIVES MATTER!
Thuggin and Hunter plant their flags on the chests of Derek Moreno and Mitch Morales as “Aquaberry Dolphin” by RiFF RaFF hits the P.A. The camera fades out with a chorus of boos.
Bates & Abaddon Segment
The WCF Camera crew rushes through the hallways backstage as the sound of crashing and banging can be heard across the entire arena.
Zach Davis: What is going on back there?
Gravedigger: I don’t know, but it sounds big.
As the camera turns the corner into the garage area, Abaddon can be seen being tackled by Thomas Uriel Bates and crashing into several containers.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What’s going on here?
Gravedigger: Bates is clearly attacking Abaddon in the back for no reason!
Zach Davis: Yes, well, minus the reason of Abaddon’s attack on Bates that gave him a concussion.
Gravedigger: Shut up.
Abaddon now pushes Bates away, and moves in for a right hook. Bates ducks, and sends an uppercut into Abaddon’s ribs. Bates follows up by grabbing Abaddon and lifting him with a Gutwrench setup. Bates holds Abaddon in the air, and runs towards a column, throwing Abaddon into it with the back of his neck first.
Freddy Whoa: They’re going to kill each other back there! Someone call security!
Abaddon grabs the back of his neck as Bates grabs his leg and pulls him across the garage. Bates gives Abaddon a soccer kick to the gut before lifting down for another gutwrench lift. This time, Bates sends Abaddon to the hood of a parked limousine. Bates climbs to the hood as well, and bends down to grab Abaddon’s head, but Abaddon pokes him in the eye. Abaddon reaches up, and grabs Bates’ buckle, shoving him down to the roof of the limousine, crashing the front window. Abaddon stands up, and turns Bates around, attempting to lift him with a belly to belly Suplex. Bates stops the Suplex, and strikes Abaddon with a massive Bell Clap followed immediately by a massive Mongolian Chop.
As Abaddon drops to his knees, Bates takes the time to recover briefly. Bates then delivers a left straight punch to Abaddon’s face, followed by a right hook to Abaddon’s temple. Before Abaddon can fall off the car, Bates grabs him, and turns him around and hooks him up in a full nelson. Bates lifts the massive demon in the air and moves his hand to the neck of the Destroyer. Bates sends Abaddon crashing through the roof of the limousine.
All windows explode, sending glass flying across the arena. As Bates stands on the hood of the car, a murder of crows escapes from the hole in the roof. The murder of crows flies around the man-mountain and begin to cover the entire garage. Soon they escape through one of the doors, except for a single solitary crow. Bates steps down from the hood as he eyes the crow. The crow seems to nod back at him, before turning towards the WCF Camera crew. Bates attempts to look inside the car for Abaddon, but the crow caws at him. Bates turns to leave, as the camera crew focuses on the bird.
Another caw and the bird lifts its black wings. The crow flies towards the camera, passing by just inches.
Gravedigger: What the hell was that?
Zach Davis: ...I have no idea.
Slam goes to commercial.
Backstage, Dr. Jeff Purse ( Lab coat and all ) tries to give his healing touch of infectious OCD to those in need. Currently, its Scarecrow and Buddy Roman through live feed from the hospital. The monitor for Buddy Roman is laying on a couch as Scarecrow sits across from it, sitting on a chair. Jeff Purse sits at his desk, doodling pictures and squiggles.
Jeff Purse: So I want to know when all of this started.
Scarecrow: It started when he was an old crabby child.
Jeff Purse: Is that true?
Roman: Maybe. All I know is that I’m dying. I’m dying and I don’t have much time left. I need a bone marrow transplant. I have Jew Cancer.
Scarecrow: See? I might be a match. Let me be your son.
Roman: All I hear are begs and pleads and excuses. Do you see what he’s trying to do. Pantheon never worked out for him so he’s trying to piggy back off of my good name.
Scarecrow: You don’t have a good name!
Roman: And I intend to keep it that way!
Scarecrow: Let me help you!
Roman: I’d rather choke on my own vomit. Don’t be ridiculous.
Scarecrow: I’m not. You’re being unreasonable.
Jeff Purse: No. You’re being ridiculous.
Scarecrow: Are you kidding me. Hes dying and I can help him. He refuses and that’s my fault.
Purse & Roman: Exactly.
Scarecrow: You don't want me as your son, Buddy. Because I'm not your shining champion. I get that. You're a “Jewchine” run on success. I'm a machine, run on violence. Let me fix you, and then you can decide what you want from me. If it's nothing? Then I'll have to live with that. I'll do my best to change your mind, but I can't beg before you. I can't capitulate before you. Because I know you. You won't except reason or understanding, you want success, that's what makes a man become a son in your eyes. I'm not your son, because I don't have the success you want. But I am your son because I have the same genes as you. The same genes that can save your life.
Buddy humphs, crosses his arms and says nothing.
Scarecrow: Look at it this way...you can't ignore me, if you're dead.
Jeff Purse: He has a point.
Buddy looks off screen and simply makes a cut throat sign. The signal goes dead.
Jeff Purse: Well, he didn't say no again. That could be constituted as progress.
Scarecrow just stands up and removes his microphone.
Scarecrow: Sessions over. Bill me.
Crow walks off screen as Jeff makes hurried notes.
Celeste vs Denise D'Evil
The crowd plunges into silence as Kill the Lights by The Birthday Massacre hits the speakers.
Celeste takes the walk up to the ring like a model takes to a runway. Her feet stride with effortless confidence, her chin tilted upwards and shoulders pushed back elongate her neck and expose her jugular to tempt, to dare her appointment to either kiss or mangle her throat.
Freddy Whoa: Celeste, looking fine as ever, despite the losing streak as of late.
Gravedigger: To say she’s been on a losing streak is an under-statement.
A drop of sweat escapes her pours, no fear beats within her breast, almost as if she were not human but a divine creation. She removes her over-sized shades only moments before slinking under the rope, with an elegance so captivating it is hypnotic
Zach Davis: Tonight could be the night she turns it round folks.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of white light streak through the sky, and hit the stage, exploding into white sparkles that fall onto the back of the stage. The opening for "O Verona" begins to play over the loud speaker only to turn into "Whisper" by Evanescence begins to play over the loudspeaker as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the shower of the sparkles.
Gravedigger: Her opponent on the other hand has had some strong showings as of late and I can’t see The Death Bringer being the one to fall if there’s still any hope for her opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Predict it however you want it, at the end of the day it’s still an excellent match on paper.
The ‘tron comes to life with scenes from different matches, and fights outside the ring. As the sparkles stop, we see Denise dressed in black and silver, on top of her horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as pillars of sparkles explode on either side of her on the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, and removes the long black cloak that is over her shoulders, and tosses it in the corner before staring down her Celeste as the await the bell.
The action starts fast and furious as the women spend little time strategizing before Celeste rushes forward and slaps Denise in the face not once but twice, she stares for a moment and turns to smile at Celeste, knocking her to the mat with a vicious standing clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Well, there goes the cat fight theory.
Zach Davis: Denise is clearly not looking to play any games tonight
Hitting the canvas with a thud, Celeste recoils in pain only for a second before kicking Denise’s ankle out from beneath her, causing her to bend and clutch at her calf, only to have Celeste grab a handful of her hair and pull her down into the mat face first. Celeste springs back to her feet gracefully, refreshed and arrogant. She drives a barrage of stomps down into Denise’s back and head before stopping to loosen up after the harsh clothesline at the start of the match.
Gravedigger: Celeste’s wasting time here, she needs to stay on Denise.
Zach Davis: You’ve got that right, did you see how hard she hit that clothesline!
Freddy Whoa: These two women are setting up equal so far in the match.
It appears Freddy Whoa’s words cast a jinx though because as Celeste lifts her leg to stomp again it is grabbed by Denise and held as the Death Bringer regains her vertical composure. Leaving Celeste to hop on one foot for a second, Denise pulls her opponent in, looking for the urinogi slam she calls ”There Can Be Only One”
Freddy Whoa: Denise looking to end this early.
Gravedigger: We’ve seen her use this before to put away her opponents.
Zach Davis: Celeste needs to get out of this position quickly!
Celeste struggles a second before driving he knee into Denise’s gut, buying enough time to escape the hold and momentarily take the advantage as Denise tries to catch her breath. She stalks around her much larger opponent and measures her for the signature rear naked choke she liked to use as a finishing move. Before she can even move though, Denise comes back with a straight right hand. Celeste is dazed again, even as she is pulled back into that same position, hoisted up and slammed into the mat with I”There Can Be Only One.”
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That’s all she wrote.
Zach Davis: This match is surely over, and in damn near record time!
Denise drops to her knees and hooks the leg to make the pin.
Crowd: This is over! This is over! This is over!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by pinfall… The Death Bringer, Denise D’Evil!!!!!
Denise gets to her feet and brushes her hands together, overall satisfied with her dominance in the match but perhaps expecting a better caliber of opponent. Somewhat amused she raises her arms in victory as the crowd applaud the superiority she has just displayed.
Gravedigger: Convincing victory, in dominating fashion!
Denise finishes celebrating and starts to leave the ring when 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the Jumbo Tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and begins making his way towards the ring. Denise D'Evil turns and watches him, unsure of his intentions. Night Rider grabs two microphones from the ringside announcers and steps over the ropes into the ring. He hands one of the microphones to Denise.
Night Rider: Okay, now that I have your full attention. It's time to find out once and for all just where I stand with you. Denise, I love you and nothing will ever change that. I can't just turn my feelings on and off like a faucet. Believe me, I tried to find you before but there was nothing to go on.
Denise: I know. I wanted to leave you a message or give you some kind of hint so you would know where to go but I just couldn't risk it. You would have been killed and there was no way I could allow that to happen. You remember how things were then and the hell we went through.
Night Rider: That's all fine and dandy but you still haven't answered my question. Do you love me or not?
Denise: Of course I love you. I love you even more than I ever did before. Because I know what you have been going through. At first I will admit that I was jealous because of Angel Fyre. I thought you had turned to her and that I had been replaced.
Night Rider: No one could ever replace you Denise. My heart is yours forever. Don't you know that?
Denise: I do now.
Night Rider took the microphone from her and sat it down on the mat along with his own. He grabs Denise into his arms and begins kissing her passionately as the lights go down and "Whisper" by Evanescence begins to play on the Jumbo Tron. When the lights come back on both Denise D'Evil and Night Rider are gone.
Zach Davis: Well that was something!
Slam goes to commercial!
We return from a commercial break to find Crow already in the centre of the ring. He's wearing his usual ring attire; over this he has a hoodie and a pair of knee length combat pants. The crowd cheer for their down on his luck hero as he lifts the microphone to his lips.
Scarecrow: The past week has been perhaps the most tumultuous seven days of my life. As you probably know by now, Vincent Buddy Roman has been diagnosed by a curable form of cancer. Thankfully, it has been caught in it's early stages, and treatment is to begin shortly. I know there are many of you out there who would like to offer their support to Buddy at this difficult time.
There's a smattering of applause.
Scarecrow: I know he was, “difficult” at times to understand, but please, let him hear you now. Let him know that he is one of us. A member of the WCF family. And that we will stand by him. As I have chosen to stand by him. Buddy Roman is your manager of the year. He is the instigator of many of this companies most unforgeable moments, whether you like him or not, he has been an industrious, hard working man here. Some say, visionary. Me? I don't know what he means to me really. I do know one thing, through. Though strange coincidence or by some kind of devious design. I find myself face to face...with a father I have never known. So please, I ask you once more, to show Buddy Roman what you all truly think of him.
The applause gains momentum as it breaks out into a full on rapturous ovation. Scarecrow smiles.
Scarecrow: Thank you. Now, I gotta turn my attention to--
The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain, lumbering onto the stage. He stares out at the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 280 lbs….WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Zac Davis: That's gotta be the beach crew phenom, Wade Moore.
Gravedigger: Who told you to say that?
Zac Davis: Wade, Wade Moore did. Actually.
Gravedigger: You Putz, Zac Davis.
Wade Moor has a microphone in his grubby hand as he walks down the ramp and enters the ring.
Wade Moor: Well, look what we got here? Dat Scarecrow with all da answers. All, except one...who's ya mommy Scarecrow? Is she here? Is she there? Is she anywhere? She could be six fathoms below. With a name attached to her toe. Until then? You're forever be, “Jon Crow”. HOWWWWWWL!!! Yeah baby!
Wade Moor climbs inside the ring and marches up to Scarecrow; they face to face now.
Wade Moor: Ten years ago you took something from me. That day caused me pain, Jon Crow. That day ripped me asunder. And yet, here you are, with your pappy. Only he's a pappy dat hates you. Dat despises you. Dat pappy has NO SON named Jon Crow. You, are a BASTARD of a BASTARD and I call dat...retribution! You have your family back, and it kills you. It murders you inside. The same way losing my father, KILLS ME. The father you took from me twenty years ago rots at the bottom of an ocean I now rule. While you, dry out in the sun as your pappy shuns you and lets you rot in a hell of his own making! I call dat sweet justice, I call that--
Scarecrow: Talking out of your fat ass, you delusional fuck!
Cheers from the crowd here punctuate the tension.
Wade Moor: You took--
Scarecrow: I didn't take your father away from you. That's on your head...”William”. The day your father died belongs to you. Not me. And the sooner you realise that? The sooner.
#Beachkrew storm the ring; Jared “Los Tiburones” Holmes and Andre Aquarius beat down Crow with iron pipes, Wade signals to his compatriots to lift up a bleeding Crow as Wade goes to hit a bullhammer, Crow ducks, goes for a Murder of Crows on Wade! But Crow is blind sided by another deadly shot with the pipe. #Beachkrew high tail it as Alex Richards and Corey Black head out onto stage with steel chairs. Crow staggers, clutching the back of bleeding skull as Wade taunts the Murder Machine before disappearing out into the crowd.
Zac Davis; Scarecrow looks hurt, Freddy!
Gravedigger: What do you expect? The man can't even get a sandwich order right. What a putz!
Kyle Kemp vs The Ultimate Destroyer
“Comin’ Up” by Sam Adams begins to play throughout the arena as Kyle Kemp walks out onto the stage. He is smiling and is holding a microphone. He is wearing white Nike shorts and a black oversized hoodie. He signals for his music to be cut.
Kemp: Ladies and Gentlemen get on your feet as the true diamond of the WCF has arrived! The legend himself Kyle Kemp!
Kemp extends his arms out cockily as the crowd boos loudly.
Kemp: Aw how sweet. I appreciate all of the support! Now I know that many of you are here to see me fight the Ultimate Destroyer. No correction….to annihilate the Ultimate Destroyer but there is more than my physical superiority over Ultimate Destroyer that you need to take home with you. What you need to take home is the reminder that I am Kyle Kemp and that I am better than you!
Zach Davis: Well it looks like Kyle Kemp really isn’t warming himself up to this crowd.
Kemp begins to walk down to the ring but walking very close to the barricade and starts pointing at various fans.
Kemp: I’m better than this idiot trying to put his kids on his shoulders just to see me. If it was me we would have sat in the front row so I wouldn’t have to physically exert myself just to make my child happy. That’s what money is for!
The fan looks at Kemp with his mouth open as he moves on.
Kemp: I’m better than this man trying to suck down this soda like he’s a college freshman tasting his first beer! This is what a real pro can do.
Kemp rips a drink out of another fans hand, chugs it and tosses the cup back in the fans face.
Kemp: Ah! And I’m better than this fat ass woman who apparently thinks a hot dog is most tasty when it is plain! What is wrong with you! I’m from Chicago and that is no hot dog. Learn what condiments are bitch!
The woman throws the hot dog at Kemp and misses his head by an inch.
Kemp: You missed! Which I wouldn’t have. Granted your three times the target I am!
Kemp laughs and rolls into the ring.
Kemp: I am better than all of you! That is why I’m proud to unveil the newest Kyle Kemp t-shirt that is available starting now!
Kemp rips off his sweatshirt to unveil a blue t-shirt with white lettering. The shirt reads “Better than who?” on the front and “Better than you!” on the back.
Kemp: This shirt will be a constant reminder to all of you that I am better than you! That I am your superior and that there is nothing you can do about it! So Ultimate Destroyer….get out here now!
Freddy Whoa: Well someone seems to be having a bit of a meltdown.
Gravedigger: Or is finally starting to get it.
Sirens and air raid noises begin to blare as Ultimate Destroyer runs out of the back and down to the ring. He jumps up on the apron and begins to bounce around. He screams at Kemp who looks on unamused. Ultimate Destroyer climbs into the ring and immediately runs at Kemp who rolls out of the ring. Kemp takes off his shirt and turns to toss it into the crowd but decides last minute to place it on a chair next to the ring. He waves at the crowd as if to say not this time. However Ultimate Destroyer slides out of the ring and hits Kemp in the back.
Zach Davis: Looks like Ultimate Destroyer can’t keep the rage in any longer!
Freddy Whoa: Can you blame him? Kyle Kemp is kind of a dick.
Ultimate Destroyer continues to kick Kyle Kemp who has slid into the fetal position on the ground. Destroyer grabs Kemp by the neck and pull him up. Kemp counters and hits him with a hip toss. Kemp now pulls up Destroyer and throws him into the ring as the referee signals for the bell to finally ring.
Kemp slides into the ring and kicks Destroyer in the stomach, causing Destroyer to flip over onto his back. Kemp climbs on top of him and hits him in the face a couple of times.
Zach Davis: This one is getting aggressive quickly.
Kemp pulls Destroyer to his feet and whips him into the corner. He runs at Destroyer to hit him with a splash but Destroyer moves out of the way and Kemp slams into the corner chest first. Destroyer rolls him up from behind.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp kicks out!
Ultimate Destroyer goes after Kemp only to be caught in a schoolboy attempt.
Destroyer kicks out and rolls over quickly. He blindly lunges at Kemp who sidesteps Destroyer who lands face first on the mat. Kemp reaches down and slaps Destroyer in the back of the head. He laughs and begins to pander to the crowd. Destroyer stands and rushes at Kemp again who was ready this time and hits Destroyer with a powerslam!
Zach Davis: The impact there had to take it out of Destroyer!
Kemp pulls Destroyer to his feet and places him on his shoulder. He walks around, taunting the crowd before he drops Destroyer neck first onto the ropes. Destroyer falls to the ground holding his neck as Kemp runs to the opposite side of the ring and rushes back at full sprint at Destroyer with one thing on his mind.
Freddy Whoa: BACK TO THE MINORS!
Ultimate Destroyer flops onto his back, clearly knocked out. Kemp lays on top of Destroyer and counts along with the referee.
Zach Davis: Kemp wins in convincing fashion!
Freddy Whoa: Looks like this new approach is working out for him.
Kemp rolls out of the ring rips the microphone out of Kyle Steel’s hands before he can make the announcement.
Kemp: You’re winner is Kyle Kemp! And for those of you that may have forgotten…it is because I am better than you!
Kemp tosses the microphone in the air as the camera fades out.
Vengeance vs Vic Venable vs K.L. Henson vs Teo Del Sol
Kyle Steele: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match will be a fatal four way, the first man to score a submission or pin fall walks away the victor, introducing first
"Struck a Nerve" hits the P.A, as the lights go a dark shade of blue, as smoke fills the entrance way. Out of the curtains comes Vic Venable, his ever so confident smirk on his face, and he begins making his way though the smoke to the ring,
Kyle Steele: Making his way to the ring hailing from Atlanta Georgia This is Vic Venable!
Freddy: This is a man on a road to redemption right here and with his brother being who he is there's a lot to live up too
Zach Davies: His challenge tonight is plenty to live up to in its own right
the fans cheer him on. While Vic slaps a few hands on his way down, he doesn't linger among them, focused on the goal at hand. He makes it to the ring and climbs on in, and quickly readies himself in the corner, pounding his chest "Wolf of Wall Street" style, as
he waits for his opponent.
Kyle Steele: And his opponent
Zach Davies: And your about to see why
The sounds of laughing plays twice in the start of the song. When the the first laugh is heard the lights go out in the arena
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Hardcore messiah!
PAIN, SUFFERING, VIOLENCE appears on the titantron in blood red dripping letters the second laughing is heard pyros go off on the stage then red and white strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena the Vengeful one by disturbed starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring
Kyle Steele: Making his way to the ring weighing in at 325 pounds, he is The King of Violence HE IS VENGEANCE!
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 centre of the ring. Vengeance stops in the centre 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. Before the lights are even fully back up the next ring entrance hits
Kyle Steele: And their opponent
"Children of God" by Andrew Jackson Jihad plays on the PA system. After the opening drum fill, Henson blasts past the curtain laughing.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes one of the youngest members of the locker room, this young guy has some serious promise
Zach Davies: I'm not so sold Whoa, I haven't seen enough of this kid to get any kind of read on him
Kyle Steele: Making his way down the ramp hailing from Cleveland Ohio, THE MAD SCIENTIST K.L. HENSON!
Mouthing the words to the song as he walked down the ramp with a little spring in his step with his arms spread out to either side. He rolls into the ring then stands upon the second rung of a turn buckle, slapping himself in the face, getting himself pumped.
Kyle Steele: And introducing last
The lights go out, and spotlights begin swirling, dancing along the stage as the crowd begins to cheer. After a moment of silence, the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" rings throughout the arena, causing an eruption from the eager crowd. The spotlights continue swirling about as the anticipation grows, a shadowy figure in a golden cape appears on the entrance ramp, the spotlights converge on the figure, causing him to shine like the very sun itself, just as the music hits its peak, the figure throws the cape off to reveal himself as Teo del Sol!
Zach Davies: Now this is a guy who is fun to watch
Freddy Whoa: The kids got talent but who knows what gunna happen in there with the monster lurking in the far left corner
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 180 pounds, He is the Sunny Side Luchadore TEO DEL SOL!!!!
The audience goes wild as he points toward the ring (or his opponent depending) after a moment of silence, he sprints down the ramp and slides under the ropes, landing in the centre of the ring. He pushes down with his hands and springs to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes running to the turn buckle with a gesture towards the sky! He removes the cape and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.
All 3 men make their final preparations with Vic Vendable outside the ring pacing waiting to get in, as he ascends to the apron he is caught by a charging Vengeance nailing him with a big boot before he can get inside the ring, Vic goes flying all the way out to the guardrail taking it shoulder first.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! He flew a good 2 or 3 feet with some force, Vengeance immediately turning his attention to the 2 smaller foes in the match,
He charges with a double clothesline but both men role through and up onto their feet, they look at each other and shrug delivering a perfectly times double thrust kick to the gut followed quickly by a double soul but bouncing the doubled over demon back up straight and then finally catching him with a double super kick right to the jaw
Zach Davies: How the hell is vengeance still standing!?
Teo and K grab Vengeance by the head and toss him out of the ring through the middle ropes and then turn to each other, they circle and lock up, K takes Teo down into a standing headlock, Teo lifts him off his feet and tosses him forward, K hits the ground running bouncing off the ropes, Teo goes over and then tries to go under on the rebound but K anticipates it
Freddy Whoa: Grounded drop kick right to the side of the rib cage as Henson takes control of this match
Zach Davies: Maybe not for long, Vengeance is up and he does not look happy
Freddy Whoa: You would think after all this time the locker room would be smart enough not to give Vengeance a reason for well.... Vengeance
Henson has Teo in an arm bar as Vengeance enters the ring, K tries to break the hold but he is too late to evade a massive leg drop, vengeance gets to his feet and from out of nowhere Vic springboards to the top rope and drop kicks the demon back out of the ring again
Freddy Whoa: WHERE THE HELL DID VENABLE COME FROM!
Zach Davies: And where is Henson going!
K.L. climbs to the top rope and dives off taking out vengeance with a hard cross body with what looked like an ugly landing for both the demon and the Scientist leaving Venable and a vulnerable Teo alone in the ring. Vic looks like he is contemplating a dive for a second until he realises he has an opponent at his mercy in the ring
Zach Davies: From the looks of it that Arm bar from Henson has left Teo in a bad spot
Freddy Whoa: Especially with a man as dangerous as Venable
Vic lifts the small man to his feet and then stick a boot in his gut and swings behind him
Zach Davies: He's looking for that rolling German combo
Freddy Whoa: Wait Teo lands on his feet
Stumbling backwards he hits the ropes and rebounds back
Teo gets amped and heads to the outside
Zach Davies: It may be time for a Habenero High Dive! Springs to the top rope with ease!
Freddy Whoa: AND HITS A HUGE BODY SPLASH! RIGHT INTO THE PIN
1... 2... 3...
Zach Davies: He did it! Teo Del Sol takes this match in one hell of a comeback!
Kyle Steele: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! TEO DEL SOOOOOLLLLL
Freddy Whoa: Next up tonight, we’re going to see another contender enter The Juggalo Warrior; Isaiah Chavis’ Hardcore Open and tonight’s competition come in the form of none other than The Hardkore Master; Q-Ball.
Zach Davis: This promises to end a brutal encounter tonight between two guys we know aren’t afraid to get violent when the time calls for it. This match is Isaiah’s to lose folks, one blemish aside he has run rampant with this series of matches and the list of names he has put grows each and every week.
As Chicago crowd patiently await the beginning of the evenings next encounter a buzz of anticipation floats over the arena like a passing cloud. People are seen rushing down the aisles, led astray by the delicious aroma being expelled by the various hotdog and pretzel venders, hoping to purchase such substance and return to their seats before the next match can begin. Kyle Steel takes center stage in the middle of the ring and raises the microphone to his pursed lips, ready to make the next announcement.
“Quiet down now children, you can feed your fucking disgusting faces on your own time. I have something to say, and your all going to sit there and listen like the good little sheep you are.”
The familiar yet voice of David Sanchez echoes around the arena, confusing the audience that had remained seated. They had been expecting to hear Kyle Steel, but he too shares in their expression of bewilderment. For a few moments, the point of origin from which this voice has traveled until finally the Plague is seen to appear from behind the curtain at the top of the ramp. Wearing suit pants but no shirt, and separate from his wife on camera for the first time she had helped him to defeat Teo Del Sol at Ultimate Showdown. Though he does not look pleased, especially not as the fans around him erupt into boos and other disapproving vocal attacks on his person, the all-knowing, shit-eating grin of superiority is ever-present upon his face.
“Are we all quite finished? I’d like to get out of Chicago as soon as possible before I’m murdered on the street for my car keys.”
The crowd bites the worm, hook line and sinker. They boo him mercilessly but he soaks in their hatred like a sponge and beams the same, empty smile back at them, this time showing the world his pearly white teeth. Not due to compete until later in the evening, David must only have arrived at the arena and started to get ready a few moments ago, this made apparent by his half and half dress-code; business in the front, formal in the back. He never was much for variety. As he lifts the microphone to his lips the crowd begin to chant out for David’s opponent later on in the evening; Spencer Adams, the hometown boy.
Crowd: We want Adams! We want Adams! We want Adams
He lets them have their moment, allowing the microphone to hang limp in his grip whilst he mocks them by pretending to sleep for a few moments.
“Don’t worry, young mister Adams will have his moment in the sun. All in due time children, patience is paramount. I’m not out here to discuss the inevitable, I’m out here because it’s time this whole thing was put to an end. This “Hardcore Open” is here-by, officially cancelled, like it should have been weeks ago when I had my hand lifted. You all seem to forget that I already won this pointless match and therefore, by connection am infact the winner of the whole open, it’s just pointless Isaiah, where’s your sense of sportsmanship? I beat you fair and square yet you think it is okay to carry on with this whole façade, playing make believe and acting like nothing ever happened. Well you painted-up freak let me tell you right now, it is not okay and because I already won this open, that means I already won this match, so Mr Steel, why don’t you announce the results to these cretins since they’re all too stupid to work it out for themselves.”
Gravedigger: He makes a good point, as always. Looks like that’s another notch on Sanchez’ belt.
The crowd suddenly erupts, as Isaiah Chavis runs out from behind the curtain. He has his barbed wire kendo stick in his hand, and brings it down hard across the back of Sanchez’s head. David crumbles down onto the ramp, and gets a few more lashes across his back for good measure. He stomps on the back of Bates’s head, before grabbing the mic and climbing into the ring.
Isaiah Chavis: You don’t get it do you homie? This ain’t about beatin’ me and endin’ the challenge. This is a test. A test you passed somehow. Well let me tell you right now, I plan to prove it was a fluke. You ain’t man enough to beat me, and you know it. Hell, these people even know it.
A loud roar from the crowd, as David tries to stand, but can’t.
Isaiah Chavis: So here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna up the ante a bit. You and me are gonna meet at Revenge, and it ain’t gonna be in no ordinary hardcore match. No sir. This is gonna be somethin’ a buddy of mine cooked up. A man by the name of Waylon Cash.
The crowd pops at the name drops, as Isaiah smiles out at them.
Isaiah Chavis: This crowd knows what’s up. That’s right, you and me are gonna face off inside of Hardcore Hell!
The crowd erupts again, as Isaiah throws his fist in the air.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! This is huge news! It’s been over a year since the last Hardcore Hell match in WCF, and ladies and gentlemen, these are not matches to be taken lightly.
Isaiah Chavis: You better get your ass ready, Sanchez! At Revenge, I’m gonna put an end to all this bullshit.
Chavis drops the mic, and exits through the crowd as they applaud and slap him on the back.
Zach Davis: Well, you heard it here folks. Isaiah Chavis, David Sanchez, Hardcore Hell. Given what we saw from these two last time, this should be an amazing match.
Slam goes to commercial!
Zombie McMorris vs Danny Anderson vs Raymond Hatcher
We come back to the ring where we see Kyle Steel and a new unfamiliar looking referee standing next to him. Zach Davis quickly clears things up.
Zach Davis: And there we see the newest addition to our officiating staff, referee Rob Livingston.
Freddy Whoa: I understand this guy has over twenty years experience as a referee.
Zach Davis: That’s right, Freddy.
Kyle Steel: This next bout will be one fall with a twenty minute time limit and will be contested under Triple Threat rules! Our first competitor…
"Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown Z-Mac whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring.
Kyle Steel: Making his way through the crowd, weighing in at 220lbs…Zombie McMorris!
Z-Mac gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
We hear "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play, after a few chords, we see Raymond Hatcher come walking through the curtain, a big smile plastered across his face. He's wearing a black robe laced with gold trim underneath which are his simple black trunks, kneepads, boots and one elbow pad on his left arm, he also has his hands wrapped in black athletic tape. Hatcher has a very serious look on his face as he heads down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring, weighing in at 232lbs., from Los Angeles, California…The Real Deal Raymond Hatcher!
Hatcher heads up the ring steps, walks out onto the apron while looking out at the crowd. Hatcher wipes his feet on the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Hatcher snear at Z-Mac as he heads to his corner and begins disrobing.
"Destruction Overdrive" by Black Label Society hits the P.A. System and the lights flicker in accordance while the tune plays through the airwaves. Danny Anderson walks out onto the stage and adjusts his wrist tape before sprinting down the ramp as his theme song picks up.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at a lean 223lbs., he is “The Unpredictable” Danny Anderson!
The Disturbed One looks out into the WCF Galaxy who greets him with a mixed reaction. Danny responds with a grin before walking up the ring steps onto the apron. He dusts his feet off and then enters through the ropes. Once in the ring he cracks his knuckles and smiles crazy style playing to the crowd one last time before preparing for the match.
Kyle Steel exits the ring as the three competitors stare each other down. The bell sounds and Z-Mac immediately abandons the ring.
Zach Davis: Where is Z-Mac going?
Gravedigger: I think I have an idea.
Raymond Hatcher and Danny Anderson lock up in the middle of the ring. They both jockey for position, neither man is easily out maneuvered. SMASH! A chairshot to the back of Hatcher and a shot to the head of Danny Anderson.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Zach Davis: Z-Mac retrieving some furniture from under the ring and putting it to good use.
Z-Mac targets Danny first and just starts laying in chair shots keeping Danny on the mat. Hatcher nails Z-Mac from behind with a clubbing blow. Z-Mac drops the chair and Hatcher drops Z-Mac with a Regal Plex into a cover. The referee Rob Livingston makes a count.
Zombie kicks out.
Zach Davis: The first pinfall of the match not fruitful here for Hatcher.
Hatcher gets Z-Mac back to his feet and hooks him in an airplane spin. Hatcher starts spinning Z-Mac around, NO DELIVERANCE on Hatcher causing both him and Z-Mac to fall to the mat. Danny makes the cover.
Hatcher kicks out. Danny pulls Hatcher to his feet and whips him into a corner. Danny charges in with a big forearm to the face. Hatcher stumbles out of the corner as Danny runs to the ropes, comes off and hits Hatcher with a knee lift, Hatcher falls back into the ropes which hold him up, he rebounds forward and Danny nails him with an inverted atomic drop. This drops Hatcher to his knees with a grimacing look on his face.
Freddy Whoa: That’s one way to put a man down.
Danny pulls Hatcher back to his feet, BRIDGE TO CROSS. Danny goes right in for the cover. Livingston counts the fall.
Z-Mac makes the save before two. Z-Mac and Danny start brawling in the ring, Danny gets the better of the exchange and whips Z-Mac to the ropes, but Z-Mac reverses and sends Danny to the ropes. Danny comes off and Z-Mac drops down to the mat, Danny goes over top while heading across the ring to the opposite set of ropes. Danny comes off again, and Z-Mac leap-frogs, but Danny is somehow able to stop himself by dropping down to one leaving Z-Mac to come down crotch first along the knee.
Zach Davis: What a dangerously clever counter by Danny Anderson.
Gravedigger: I’m glad I’m not in there.
The crowd cheers as Danny has both men on the mat writhing in pain. Danny does something a bit unusual and starts heading to the top rope.
Zach Davis: I have no idea what Danny Anderson has in mind here.
Hatcher crotches Danny on the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: A bit of testicular revenge there for Raymond Hatcher.
Hatcher climbs to the second rope and hooks Danny for a superplex, but Z-Mac yanks Hatcher’s feet out from under him causing Hatcher to fall forward smacking his head against the top turnbuckle before collapsing to the mat.
Zach Davis: Zombie bringing the superplex attempt to an end.
Z-Mac takes Hatcher’s place on the ropes, DEUCE AND A HALF!
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris going for the big win in the first few moments of this match.
Zombie makes the cover.
Hatcher makes the save with a kick to the back of Z-Mac’s head. Z-Mac gets right back up to confront Hatcher who catches him with a viscous chairshot. Z-Mac crumbles to the mat. Hatcher throws the chair down to the mat and lifts Danny Anderson who is pretty much dead weight here and hits the BRAINBUSTER ON THE CHAIR! The cover, Livingston counts.
Z-Mac makes the save!
Freddy Whoa: I thought that was it for sure.
Zach Davis: It might have been had Z-Mac not made the quick save.
Hatcher and Z-Mac start to brawl and Hatcher forces Zombie back to the ropes with several elbow strikes. Hatcher starts laying knees into the mid-section of Zombie. Danny Anderson runs a flying knee into Hatcher’s back sending Ray and Zombie tumbling out of the ring to the floor. Danny starts hyping up in the ring, stomping all around, the crowd gets behind him. Hatcher and Zombie get to their feet outside as Danny Anderson comes flying through the ropes causing a three person pile up next to the guardrail.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, Danny Anderson throwing caution to the wind with that big dive to the outside.
Gravedigger: Looks like a train wreck out there.
Danny gets to his feet, Hatcher is next up and is getting clubbed in the back of the head by Danny. Danny throws Hatcher into the ringpost, and Hatcher goes down to the floor. Zombie gets to his feet and nails Danny in the back before throwing him back in the ring. Zombie gets back in and is met with a clothesline from Danny. Danny pulls Zombie to his feet and hits a snap suplex with a float over into the pin. Livingston drops down for the count.
Zombie kicks out.
Zach Davis: Zombie only down for a two count here.
Danny Anderson yanks Zombie back to his feet and hits a side arm back-breaker. Before Anderson can get to his feet he gets hit with a running boot to the face from Raymond Hatcher. Hatcher covers Zombie for a quick win. Rob Livingston counts it out.
Kick out! Raymond goes back after Danny who has just recovered a bit from the kick. Hatcher throws Danny into a corner and starts pounding away with forearms and European uppercuts.
Zach Davis: Hatcher is really dishing it out on a dazed Danny Anderson.
Hatcher lays in a knee and then pulls Danny Anderson out to the middle of the ring and hits a T-bone suplex. Hatcher hooks both legs for the win. Livingston counts the fall.
Danny Anderson kicks out, but Hatcher mounts him and starts laying in headbutts. SMACK! Chairshot to the back of the head by Z-Mac sends Hatcher toppling to the mat. Z-Mac goes in for the cover.
Danny Anderson breaks up the pin. Anderson is still reeling from the suplex and headbutts as Z-Mac gets to his feet. Z-Mac lays the boots to Danny not allowing him to get to his feet.
Zach Davis: Danny Anderson making the save, but he didn’t have enough to capitalize on it.
Freddy Whoa: And now Z-Mac is mocking him while kicking him in the face.
Z-Mac yanks Danny back to his feet. GERMAN RELEASE SUPLEX out of nowhere on Z-Mac from Hatcher. Z-Mac lands on his feet and shoves Hatcher forward into Danny who’s still stumbling around. The two crash into the ropes, Danny falls to the outside as Hatcher bounces backwards and Z-Mac nails a reverse suplex. Hatcher instinctually stumbles right back to his feet. WORLD TOUR ’69 on Hatcher. The cover!
Zach Davis: Anderson makes the save again!
Danny Anderson yanks Z-Mac out to the ringside and a brawl ensues. The two go back and forth, Danny gets the upperhand and that throws Z-Mac into the guardrail. He hits the rail so hard it slides back a foot or so into the front row. Danny lifts Z-Mac up and crotches him on the guardrail, Z-Mac’s leg ends up hitting a fan in the face.
Freddy Whoa: That’s a good way to kill a weekend.
Danny Anderson nails Z-Mac with a clothesline knocking Z-Mac from the guardrail into the lap of some old lady. Danny kicks the guardrail smashing it into Z-Mac knocking him into the lady again.
Zach Davis: Z-Mac and Anderson taking out the front row here.
Danny drags Z-Mac and a metal folding chair into the ring.
Zach Davis: Danny with some hardware.
Danny throws the chair on top of the chair Z-Mac brought in earlier. Danny pulls Z-Mac to a corner, Danny hops onto the top turnbuckle and hits a tornado DDT to the chairs. Danny covers Z-Mac for the win. Livingston counts it.
Zach Davis: The save is made by Raymond Hatcher.
Danny and Hatcher start brawling back and forth. Anderson starts throwing kicks and Hatcher starts throwing knees. Hatcher gets the better of it, hits the ropes and a clothesline, but Danny ducks under. Hatcher comes off the other set of ropes and Danny is ready with a dropkick. Hatcher goes down hard, but gets back up and stumbles towards Danny who follows up with a big reverse STO. Anderson makes the cover.
Hatcher kicks out. Danny gets back to his feet and pulls Hatcher up, a kick, the AXE WOUND from nowhere on Danny Anderson by Z-Mac. Z-Mac covers, Livingston counts.
NOOO! Hatcher beaks up the pin.
Zach Davis: This one was almost over!
Hatcher pulls Z-Mac to his feet, IMPROVEMENT-PLEX! Livingston counts it out.
NOOOO! Danny Anderson breaks up the pin.
Gravedigger: Damn two very close nearfalls in a row.
Hatcher is the first one to his feet, but he’s a bit groggy, Danny is next to his feet, dragon suplex on Danny from Hatcher. Hatcher bridges for a pin.
Danny kicks out. Hatcher gets to his feet and is met with several fists to the face from a recovered Z-Mac. Z-Mac nails Hatcher with a boot to the gut and Hatcher topples over, Z-Mac hooks his waist, AXE WOUND! No Hatcher slips behind Z-Mac, Z-Mac spins around GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB to Z-Mac.
Freddy Whoa: Z-Mac getting a dose of his own medicine.
Hatcher doesn’t even go for the cover, he immediately heads for the top rope.
Zach Davis: Hatcher could be looking to finish off Zombie McMorris right here with that patented headbutt.
Hatcher drives from the tope rope at Z-Mac, NOWHERE TO GO BUT UP! NO! Z-Mac rolls out of the way and Hatcher hits the mat head first. Hatcher in a dazed tries to get to his feet, KICKSTART from Danny Anderson to Hatcher.
Gravedigger: That’s the KICKSTART. Danny’s got the win.
Danny Anderson rolls Hatcher over and covers him hooking both legs. Livingston counts.
Z-Mac breaks up the count.
Zach Davis: And again the third man coming into play here.
Freddy Whoa: These three guys look spent.
Zach Davis: They’re trying to pull out all the stops for the big win here tonight.
The three crawl to separate corners and start slowly getting to their feet. After some time Danny Anderson is the first up. He charges at Hatcher in a corner, but Hatcher moves and Danny hits the corner face-first, Z-Mac swoops in with a schoolboy on the dazed Danny Anderson. A drop kick to the side of Z-Mac’s head has Hatcher putting a stop to the pin before a count could begin.
Zach Davis: Not even a one count there.
Hatcher pulls Danny back to his feet and pulls him in for a suplex. Z-Mac trying to get up to his feet and Hatcher lifts Anderson up before ramming him feet first into the head of Z-Mac, knocking him back to the mat. Hatcher lets Anderson's feet touch the mat once again before he lifts him up and executes a beautiful perfect plex.
Freddy Whoa: The Improvement-Plex!
Hatcher with the bridging pin.
Zach Davis: And Raymond Hatcher has won this match!
"Chariots of Fire" hits the speakers as Hatcher gets to his feet and celebrates. Z-MAC rolls out of the ring, obviously disappointed as the referee raises Hatcher's hand.
Freddy Whoa: Great effort all around by these guys but what a performance by Raymond Hatcher here tonight.
Slam goes to commerical.
K.L. Henson & Gemini Battle Segment
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Zach Davis. For the past 2 months there has been an ongoing saga that has seen the men into heated fights, drug addiction and grievous injuries. KL Henson and Gemini Battle have been at each other’s throats for far too long, and I have made it my responsibility to facilitate reasonable discussion between the two men in this, the first of a two part series of interviews between Gemini Battle and KL Henson.
I have chosen to do this first part over satellite, as the tensions between these two men are still very high and I presume that keeping them separate would lead to the most amicable form of discussion. So no I welcome to the stage, KL Henson…
KL Henson: I am… honored… to be here with you Zach. I’m actually eager to shed some light on this whole situation. You are as good as anyone to assist me in this.
Zach Davis: Thanks for your… words. Also I’ve got Gemini Battle.
Gemini Battle: It was a good idea for you to keep us separate, Zach. If I was in the presence of Henson right now I would rip his esophagus out his throat.
Zach Davis: Let’s talk about that. When you two last met it was at Ultimate Showdown and it ended with you two brawling out of the arena and to the backstage area. For the first time I have footage from that night once the actions rolled backstage.
******The scene turns to Gemini and Henson fighting each other, exchanging blows and they stumble through the curtain to the ‘Go’ Position in the back stage area. A slew of large men come over to break up the action. It doesn’t take much to pull off KL Henson who has a bloody lip and a crimson smile across his face. Gemini struggles as men far larger than he hold him back.
Gemini Battle: Let me go, I’ll have his fucking head!
KL Henson: But it is your head that you will want back.
Gemini lunges forward only to be held back by the larger men. Henson steps closer to Gemini but still out of his reach.
KL Henson: My head will do you no good, Mr. Battle. Your head is the only one that matters. I can see it, why can’t you?
Gemini stops struggling, listening to the cryptic words that Henson is saying.
KL Henson: Time will bring resolution to your journey, Mr. Battle, I but help to quicken pace of journey’s end.
Henson turns around, showing his back to Gemini and exits the area. Gemini pushes the large men off him and regains his composure, standing with an angry and confused look on his face.*******
The scene returns to Zach Davis sitting in front of two television screens with the faces of KL Henson and Gemini Battle surrounding him.
Zach Davis: What did you make of that statement, Gemini?
Gemini Battle: KL Henson is playing mind games. He’s trying to take control of my mind through his sadistic form of manipulation…
KL Henson: Sadism, Mt. Battle, implies I get pleasure from this… I assure you, Mr. Battle, that I get no pleasure for doing this; I merely desire to show you a path that is yet blind to you?
Gemini Battle: I have been blinded for the past few months all stemming off of your heinous attack on me that left my leg horribly sprained. I live with the physical pain of that attack every day, but worse I live with the thought that because of that, and because of what you did to me it lead me to travel a path of darkness that I swore never to traverse!
KL Henson: You must hit rock bottom to truly see the light that stands before you. You have hit said point, yet are still blind to the correct path to take to complete your journey.
Gemini Battle: I have dropped the root cause of my pain. I have moved to a lone place where I can truly see myself for who I am. Despite your actions, I take them to heart because there is something about the things that you say that ring home. You speak of my journey as though you empathize with it, but I know you are incapable of such emotion.
KL Henson: True, but I still crave answers, and I cannot find the answers to questions I seek by simply asking them, I must see the story unfold and see with my own two eyes, and with my brain how the mind of a genius that rivals mine truly works.
Gemini Battle: So you think that by understanding how I work you can get a further understanding of how your mind works.
No answer is given. The awkward pause is broken by Zach Davis who intervenes.
Zach Davis: KL, when this whole thing started you claimed to have wanted to… and I’m paraphrasing here… to pull the evil back out of Gemini.
KL Henson: True it made no sense to me how a man clouded by evil could suddenly fight for the forces of good. But that answer had light shone on it very quickly. It was made clear and merely led to more questions, one final question that needs answering in order for my pursuit of knowledge to be complete. One last question and my mind will be at ease with you, Mr. Battle.
Gemini Battle: Well it’s going to take a lot more than an answer to a simple question for me to be done with you, Henson.
KL Henson: This is of no concern to me.
Gemini Battle: You better be damned sure it’s pf a concern to you. If you think that you can treat me like some sort of experiment and not feel the repercussions that come along with it you’re not nearly as smart as you think you are.
KL Henson: I truly do expect the taste of my own blood to fill my mouth. I am nothing if not insightful to where the path that I take will lead me.
Gemini Battle: One more time… one more time I will meet you in the ring. No titles, no other people involved; just me and you, with no rules to tether us down.
KL Henson: Fighting may help you find resolve, but I will still be left with questions, and our story will not come to an end, and I assure you I would like to move on with my life as well. My life cannot move forward until my final question is answered.
Gemini Battle: I’ll make it so you’re incapable of questions when I’m done with you!
Zach Davis: Now, now… Let’s hear the man out, here. That’s why we’re here today. KL, what is the question you need answered?
Gemini Battle: Why?
KL Henson: NO… it’s actually Where? As in where are your friends, Mr. Battle?
A pause and a look of concern cross Gemini’s face. He has left them and moved away, leaving them alone. He hasn’t spoken to them for a few days. If he’s asking where they are…
Gemini Battle: What did you do to them, Henson?
KL Henson: I did nothing of note physically.
Gemini Battle: WHAT DID YOU DO, HENSON!?!?
KL Henson: The question is simply, where? Where, Mr. Battle, Where?
Battle drops his backpack mic and gets up and leaves the screen. Henson simply has a smirk on his face as his face lingers on screen next to Zach Davis’. Even Zach’s face fills with disgust.
Zach Davis: What did you do to them, Henson?
KL Henson: They are exactly where they belong, Mr. Davis… they are exactly where they belong…
The scene returns to live at the announcer’s desk where Zach Davis sits with Gravedigger and Freddy Whoa.
Zach Davis: One last question for KL Henson. Where? Can this issue be resolved? Did Henson hurt Gemini’s only friends?
Gravedigger: Does anyone really give a shit?
Zach Davis: Seth has announced that at the appropriately named Revenge PPV Gemini Battle and KL Henson will meet in a Hell in a Cell match to finally put this conflict to an end. But will it really if Henson’s question isn’t answered… only time will tell.
Slam goes to commercial.
The Juggalo Warrior's Hardcore Open
Q-Ball vs Isaiah Chavis
Q-Ball vs Isaiah Chavis
The scene fades into the jam packed Slam arena where the camera is swooping over the WCF Loyal brandishing signs for their favorite wrestlers N shit.
Zac Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam everybody, and you guys know what time it is, right?
Gravedigger: TACO TIME?!?!
Freddy Whoa: That's racist, and frankly, a little out of character for you!
Gravedigger: Uh, what? I can't hear you over the alert on my phone telling me what time it is!
Zac Davis: Anyways...it's time for Isaiah Chavis' Hardcore Open!
Freddy Whoa: HardKore Open or Hardcore Open?
Zac Davis: Hardcore.
Freddy Whoa: Oh! I only ask because his opponent this week, Q-Ball, spells it a little fuckin' "wierd" is all!
Zac Davis: Q-Ball made a promise that he was going to bleed out every ounce of Chavis' blood in this match.
Freddy Whoa: And Isaiah promised to break every bone in Q-Ball's body without even breaking his skin. We'll see who makes good on their promise first.
"Give me the night" by Dragonforce plays, with pyros going off at the pause at the beginning. As those explosions finish, Q-Ball runs out from behind the curtain to the cheers of the crowd, hold a razor-wire wrapped sycamore cane above his head. He walks down the ramp, taking fives from the fans. As he get...
Zac Davis: IT'S ISAIAH CHAVIS!
The crowd POPS as Chavis makes his way out from behind the curtain, brandishing a hockey stick im his right hand! Q-Ball is just about to turn around, but Chavis unleashes hell on him with the weighted hockey stick! Q-Ball drops to his knees, relinquishing his grip on his sycamore cane. Chavis cracks him upside the head with the hockey stick, knocking Q-Ball flat on his stomach!
Isaiah Chavis: You think you "HARDKORE" you neanderthal?!
Isaiah drops the stick on Q-Ball's leg and a sick crack resounds throughout the arena! Q-Ball grabs his leg in pain, but Chavis whacks his elbow and another crunch sounds! Q-Ball is now attempting to nurse both his arm and leg, but Isaiah isn't having it! He picks him up by his shirt and makes him hobble on his now broken leg all the way to ringside! Isaiah tosses Q-Ball into the barricade as hard as he can at the most awkward angle and he smashes into it hard as fuck! He hits the ground, but Isaiah isn't done quite yet!
Isaiah Chavis: Motherfucker! Let's see how Hardcore you really are!
Zac Davis: Shouldn't somebody stop this?
Freddy Whoa: Probably...
Dana White: Isn't wrestling "fake" anyways?
Freddy Whoa: Nigga?! Where'd you come from?
Gravedigger: Let's jack this fool!
Freddy Whoa and Gravedigger join together in a Dana White beatdown! Freddy Whoa hits him with that signature Pimp Slap, knockin' that bald crackuh into the year 2018! Gravedigger meets him there and bodies that fool with a clothesline that knocks him out of his million dollar suit. The next time that dude woke up, he had a fool head of hair!
Meanwhile, Chavis is still laying that Hardcore Azz Whoop-Whoopin! on Q-Ball on the outside of the ring, but now Chavis has a table set up. He yanks a broken Q-Ball to his feet and sets him up on the table, all while the crowd is chanting for more! Isaiah leaps over the barricade into the mad crowd, and they body surf him for a minute before setting him up on the barricade. Chavis points to the crowd and shouts:
Isaiah Chavis: I LIVE FOR THIS SHIT!!!
He gets a running start and plows through Q-Ball with The Tempest off the barricade. Q-Ball lays in a broken slump on the arena floor, his limbs twisting and contorting every which way! Isaiah climbs to his feet, holding his gut on the way up. He pulls a dead weight Q-Ball to his feet and slides him into the ring and the ref calls for the match to start! Q-Ball tries to get away, crawling towards the rope with his last good arm and leg, but Chavis is on him as quick as can be! He lifts Q to his one leg and knees him in the gut! Q-Ball falls down in a knealt position...
Zac Davis: CHAVIS OFF THE ROPES!!!
Freddy Whoa: TWO TO THE DOME!!! HE NAILS Q-BALL IN THE HEAD!!!
Chavis crawls on Q-Ball and hooks up his broken leg!
Zac Davis: It's over! Chavis wrecks Q-Ball!
Freddy Whoa: Q-Ball wanted to prove he was the "HardKore Master", but he got taken to task by Chavis, the real Hardcore King.
Zac Davis: Who's next on Chavis' hit list...better yet, who even want's to step into the ring with this Juggalo Warrior?!
The scene fades as Chavis celebrates over Q-Ball's busted body.
United States Title Contendership Match
Spencer Adams vs David Sanchez vs Adam Young
Spencer Adams vs David Sanchez vs Adam Young
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH... with the winner earning NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP to the WCF UNITED STATES TITLE!
The opening notes of "Hey man, nice shot" by Filter starts playing and the arena goes pitch black. Several quick bursts of red lights flash and then "Adam Young" appears on the WCFtron and the arena lights fade back up with multi-colored lights flying around the arena. Adam holds up his trusty kendo stick and then starts towards the ring with echo chants of "BTJ" threw out the arena with Myra right behind him. Adam circles the ring side area shaking hands with the fans and letting the women kiss him on the cheek. He reaches the ring steps and climbs up on the apron as Myra crawls under the bottom rope to open up the ropes for him. He stands there and wipes his feet before he climbs into the ring and leans into Myra's cleaveage and then kisses her on the lips. He walks to the middle of the ring and then to the other side of the ring and holds up the kendo stick again. He walks over to the corner places the kendo stick down and takes his t-shirt off to throw it into the crowd. Adam stands in the corner as Myra crawls on her hands and knees over to him and kisses all over his body before Adam pulls her hair back as he licks her neck.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by MYRA... from Abilene, Texas... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... "REDNECK" ADAM YOUNG!
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in WCF.
So don’t breathe when I talk,
‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.
The song play on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears centre stage, with his wife at his side. His eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with fingerless black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by the Demoness. Hailing from the Orange County, California. Weighing in tonight at 233lbs. The Plaaaague, David Sanchez.
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing the words “self-proclaimed” as a prefix to his accolades and he begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lense of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
‘Got a bullet with your name on it.
A the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo David Sanchez pauses, receiving the traditional good luck kiss on his cheek from Lady Knives and then slides under the bottom ropes before he leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
Assassin by Muse comes on as strobe lights flicker at the entrance way and a blue smoke fills the stage. "The Antidote" Spencer Adams pops out and charges to the center of the stage and holds his arms out in an "X" motion and swipes them downward away from his body. He then charges down to the ring, vaulting quickly in and playing to the crowd on the turnbuckles.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois... weighing one hundred and ninety pounds... "THE ANTIDOTE"... SPENCER ADAMS!
Freddy Whoa: Hell of a match-up here. Two bonafide future stars in Spencer Adams and David Sanchez, and of course the vet, the Villain Adam Young.
Gravedigger: Right. This is all Sanchez, we're gonna see him come out swinging tonight and go on to face Bates for the United States title.
Zach Davis: We'll see about that... right now!
DING DING DING
All three men come out of their corners, circling the ring. Adams stretches his hands out towards each opponent, looking for a grapple. They continue to circle each other... until Young locks hands with Adams, only to boot Spencer in the gut. Spencer doubles over and Young hits a right hand, followed by clubbing blows to the back. Sanchez takes advantage of the situation and pulls Young away from Spencer, hitting him with a European uppercut, and another, sending Young into the corner. Spencer approaches Sanchez, but Sanchez with a roundhouse kick to the midsection!
Gravedigger: What did I tell you? Sanchez is taking control early.
Zach Davis: He clearly has a plan tonight.
Sanchez with right hands to Adams, followed by a headbutt to the trapezoid. Spencer stumbles back, Sanchez with a dropkick that sends Adams through the ropes to the outside. Sanchez turns around and gets caught by a forearm from Young. Young whips Sanchez to the ropes-- Young bends over for a back body drop, but Sanchez stops short and catches him with a faceplant. Sanchez drops down to pin Young--
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
But Adams slingshots into the ring with a shoulder block to Sanchez! Sanchez drops right next to Young. Adams hits the ropes and rebounds off with a running senton flip onto both men!
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams outta nowhere! That's the danger of these triple threat matches.
Freddy Whoa: I always love the triple threats. It's that fine line between compelling action, and clusterfuck.
Adams pins Sanchez.
Gravedigger: Yeah right, kid. Barely a one count on Sanchez.
Sanchez rolls out of the ring, catching his breath. Adams pulls Young to his feet and hits him with a quick jab-- Young blocks it and the two men lock up. Spencer goes behind Young with a hammerlock-- Young with a back elbow, and he switches positions with Spencer, going behind him with a waistlock, and he lifts him for a belly to back suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Nice suplex by Adam Young.
Young stomps out Adams, before placing his neck on the bottom rope for a boot choke.
Zach Davis: The ref is counting, but it's pointless under triple threat rules.
Adam Young releases Spencer and pulls him up for a reverse DDT! Young covers Adams.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout before two, and here comes Sanchez!
Just as Young gets to his feet, Sanchez clips his legs with a chop block. Sanchez begins furiously stomping on Young's limbs.
Gravedigger: Almost like a Garvin stomp, Sanchez is really putting the boots to Adam Young's arms and legs. This ferocity is going to take David Sanchez far in the WCF, I'm telling you that right now.
Freddy Whoa: Let's not take anything away from Spencer Adams! A rising star in his own right, I think he could pull out the win tonight.
Sanchez pulls Young to his feet and whips him to the ropes-- he catches him with a tilt-a-whirl gut buster on the return!
Zach Davis: That looked painful!
Sanchez pins Young.
Sanchez gets up-- Spencer Adams spins him around! Adams kicks him in the gut-- Sanchez catches the leg, but Adams counters with an enzuigiri! Sanchez is stunned, Adams grabs him for a running bulldog into the corner! Sanchez rolls out of the ring. Adams turns around and Young is charging at him-- Adams with a back body drop over the top rope!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams is cleaning house!
Zach Davis: So much potential in this young man.
Sanchez shakes out the cobwebs outside the ring. Young is almost to his feet. Adams measures them up and runs across the ring, rebounding off the ropes... and leaps over the top with a corkscrew dive, knocking down both men!
Gravedigger: Sanchez caught the worst of that one, but all three men are down.
After a few moments, Adams is back to his feet. He grabs Sanchez and is about to roll him back into the ring, when Adam Young hits him with a chair across the back! Young with another chair shot to Spencer's head. Young tosses the chair aside and slides under the ropes into the ring, where Sanchez is just about to his feet. Both men are up, Young catches Sanchez with a superkick!
Freddy Whoa: Here's the pin!
Zach Davis: KICKOUT!
Young pulls Sanchez up and puts him in a headlock, setting up for a suplex. He goes to lift him, but Sanchez blocks it. Young attempts it again, it's blocked-- and Sanchez reverses with a quick brainbuster!
Freddy Whoa: TRAMADOL NIGHTS!
Instead of covering Young, Sanchez waits for him to get back up... and hits a running Yazuka kick!
Freddy Whoa: MEDUSA'S TOUCH! That's it, here's the cover!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams breaks it up!
Zach Davis: The Antidote just saved this match! ... Get it?
Gravedigger: This commentary team would be so much easier with two guys.
Adams stomps out both Young and Sanchez. Adams goes out to the apron, as Sanchez and Young stumbled to their feet... he springboards off the top rope, grabbing both men's heads and slamming them into his knees as he lands!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Double Flying Knee Plancha!
Gravedigger: That was pretty sick, I have to admit that. You don't see that every day.
Adams takes a quick breather, pacing around the ring. He grabs Adam Young and lifts him onto his shoulder... and executes Wasteland!
Freddy Whoa: THE VACCINE!
Adams covers Young.
Gravedigger: SANCHEZ BREAKS IT UP!
Freddy Whoa: What the heck is it going to take to finish this? United States title shot on the line!
Sanchez pulls Adams up to his feet but Spencer catches him under the chin with an uppercut. Spencer with the quick kick to the gut and then he drops Sanchez with a DDT.
Zach Davis: This could be the turning point in the match!
But rather than go for the pin, Spencer grabs hold of Sanchez's legs.
Freddy Whoa: What is Spencer doing? Go for the pin! He's dazed!
Spencer wrapping up Sanchez's legs and he locks him in a figure four!
Zach Davis: Spencer obviously trying to give the notoriously dirty Sanchez a taste of his own medicine by using Sanchez's own move, The Devil's Advocate, on him.
Freddy Whoa: But will Sanchez tap out to his own move?
Sanchez up on his elbows, trying his best to turn Spencer over and put the pressure on him. But Spencer is refusing to give up his hold. Sanchez now trying to get to the ropes but they're nearly in the center of the ring. The referee is asking Sanchez if he wants to give up but he screams no.
Zach Davis: The legs of Sanchez must be screaming in agony at this point. How much longer can he go?
Sanchez still trying to break free when he spots Adam Young, still out on the mat. Sanchez now trying to crawl toward Young.
Gravedigger: What is this?
Sanchez with the last bit of effort in his body throws his shoulders and arms on top of Young's chest. The referee drops into position for the count.
Spencer realizes what's happening and tries to untangle his legs from Sanchez.
Spencer untangles himself but Sanchez kicks him in the face.
DING! DING! DING!
Freddy Whoa: And David Sanchez wins the match! And now he's the new #1 Contender for the WCF United States Title!
Sanchez gets to his feet and has his arms raised by the referee as Spencer rolls out of the ring. He kicks the barricade at ringside in anger as he realizes just how close he was.
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams put on one hell of a performance tonight but he fell just short. I have to wonder how things would have gone for him had he not tried to go for the figure four.
Gravedigger: We can debate that for years, but the fact is that Sanchez proved tonight that he's ready to step up against the big boys.
Freddy Whoa: I can't argue with that.
Slam goes to commercial.
Backstage we see Q-Ball walking like he owns the damn world, until he gets blindsided by D'Angelo Hall, masked up who wants that fade straight up. Hall puts the boots to him and stomps him until his bald ass head is leaking all kinds of crimson.
Gangsta Nation: Eat a dick, nigguh. Seth, I want an opponent next week or maybe I'll fuck about and kill a cameraman or some shit next week.
Hall hits Q-Ball with another boot and then walks off as the scene cuts back to the announce table.
Zach Davis: Well obviously D'Angelo Hall wants to be booked but is Seth Lerch going to give in to his demands?
Gravedigger: Seth give in to someone? He's been doing that for years. The guy has a weaker spine than Jayson Price.
Slam goes back to commercial.
Kings of Leon hits the airwaves and the crowd turns to booing. They boo and boo. Just loud amounts of booing.
Zach Davis: Not scheduled to be here tonight..
Freddy Whoa: He's the Hardcore Champion! He should be here!
Gravedigger: The Hardcore Champion SHOULD be here, you're right, but Torture doesn't need to be here.
Torture walks out with the Hardcore Championship tightly wrapped around his waist. In basketball shorts and Air Jordans he hops around on stage in what can only be described as terrible dancing mixed with 'Michael J. Fox getting out of bed every morning.' The Team of Torture laugh, and high-five each other before heading down the ramp to, yes still, the same chorus of boos for the last several months. Torture gets into the ring, demands a microphone and acts as if he's not a hated piece of shit.
Torture: What's up, Chicago!
Zach Davis: We are not in Chicago.
Torture leans back into Chris Avery and Ryan Daniels. They whisper about something. Torture turns his attention back to the crowd.
Torture: Whats up.. whatever the hell you call this trash place!
Torture: I hope you enjoyed vacation as much as I did!
Crowd boos again.
Torture: Since I'm here in your shits-ville, I'm willing to do what nobody on this roster will do and that's defend their Championship here tonight!
Zach Davis: That's not even close to being true as we have Championship matches still left to go tonight.
Gravedigger: In his own world, isn't he?
Torture: As your World Heavyweight Hardcore Champion I'm willing to defend my title against ANYBODY! I'm willing to defend my World's Heavyweight Hardcore Championship RIGHT HERE.. RIGHT NOW... against ANBODY in the back! Just send em' out! If you got the balls to answer this challenge, just COME on out!
Zach Davis: He's just a Hardcore Champion folks, no idea why he keeps adding World Heavyweight to it.
Gravedigger: You know why, Zach, you know why.
Freddy Whoa: Who'se going to answer the call?!
“If I had a Heart” By Fever Ray hit’s the PA..
Zach Davis: WHAT?! HE'S BACK!
Freddy Whoa: WHOOAAA MAYHEM IS BACK!!
The crowd roars alive as a six foot figure stands on the stage. The spotlight hits and the crowd turns to booing. Team of Torture is laughing. A man standing on the stage with no shirt on and a fat belly is eating some ham.
Zach Davis: What the?!
Gravedigger: .. You kidding me?
Zach Davis: I'm being told through my headset that's.. that is May-Ham.
Freddy Whoa: Mayhem!?
Zach Davis: No, May.. HAM.. as in the meat.
Gravedigger: This is low.
Torture is laughing with the rest of his team in the ring. MayHAM walks down the ring finishing off the last slice of ham before getting into the ring. As he does however, Daniels hits a stiff side-kick putting MayHAM out cold. Torture quickly makes the cover!
ONE. TWO. THREE.
Crowd boos as Torture leaps to his feet then leaps into the arms of Tank! The rest of the Team celebrate as if they just won the Superbowl. Torture is put back down and he picks up the microphone and begins to scream in it.
Torture: I DID IT!!! I DEFENDED MY WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT.. HARDCORE HEAVYWEIGHT WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD!!!!! TEAM OF TORTURE DID IT BABY!!! WE'RE THE BEST!!! I'M THE BEST TOO!!! OH MY GOD THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE!!!
Zach Davis: This is getting out of hand.
Freddy Whoa: You're looking at a Hardcore Champion whose willing to defend his title against anybody!
Gravedigger: No Freddy, just no. We're looking at a grade A douchebag with the freedoms and rights to do just about anything in our beloved WCF ring that not many other people get to do.
Zach Davis: Hit the nail on the head, Digger.
Team of Torture kicks MayHAM out of the ring and continue celebrating. Torture back on the stick for one more promo.
Torture: That's what makes me a TRUE Champion! I'm a TRUE Hardcore Champion. I'm what WCF Championship gold is all about! You think other Champions are going to give you what I just gave you?? Hold up, Avery, who are the Triple Champions?
Chris looks at Torture like "wtf" with a shrug. Torture leans closer to Avery but their whispers are still heard on the live microphone.
Torture: What are the titles called?
Avery: You mean Trios Champions?
Torture: Yeah, those things! Who are the Champs?
Avery: Bates is one of--
Torture: That the dude who kisses other dudes?
Torture: Yeah, he kisses other dudes, right?
Avery: No! He does not!
Torture: You sure? I'm like thinking in my head right now that I've seen Bates kiss other dudes, like a ton of other dudes..
Avery: No, no you haven't.
Torture: I'm pretty sure I saw him kissing black dudes. Like, no joke, it was Bates.. and it was black dudes. I'm pretty sure.
Avery: It was not. You're not even making sense, no, it wasn't him.
Torture: Who is.. wait, you know what, fuck it. It's over. It's all good. Whatever. I'll say something else..
Tort turns his attention back to the live crowd as if they didn't just listen to all of that.
Torture: You think Champions are going to do what I just did?! You think Trios Champions are just going to come down to the ring holding hands, kissing dudes or whatever it is they do and defend their Championships? No. I'm the greatest wrestler WCF has ever had! I'm the greatest wrestler WCF STILL HAS! I was planning on defending YOUR Worlds Heavyweight Hardcore Championship again tonight, but I may go back on vacation! I think a seven day stay in Cancun will be nice!
Avery leans in again with some small message to Torture.
Torture: I have also been reminded that I'm defending my Hardcore Championship of the Heavyweight World on Wednesday Night! So I guess my vacation will be a couple of days shorter but make no mistake fans of WCF! I'm a fighting Champion.. I'm the best... I'm the GREATEST Champion in WCF history.. and we are.. Team.. of Torture! BUWAHAHAHA.
Torture not taking himself very serious laughs it off as Kings of Leon hits. The Team all make fun of Torture trying to be serious near the end of his promo. They walk up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Well, WCF has to suffer through more 'Hardcore Championship matches' I guess.
Gravedigger: Maybe I'll answer his challenge and put a damn boot in his ass. It's what he deserves.
Freddy Whoa: You can't do that, Digger, that's a Hall of Famer, that's one of our best Champions!
Gravedigger: The hell I can't, I'd stomp him-
Zach Davis: Now, now, Digger we have to relax and just hope somebody answers that challenge on Wednesday Night!
"Crawl" hits the speakers as Slam fades to commercial.
Tag Team Titles Match
Television Title On The Line
Jonny Fly & Joey Flash vs Jay Omega & Howard Black
Television Title On The Line
Jonny Fly & Joey Flash vs Jay Omega & Howard Black
The opening strains of 300 Violin Orchestra begin flooding the arena before the lights go out and more pyro explodes as ‘Mile Zero’ begins and from behind the curtain emerge Jonny Fly and Joey Flash, ready for business. They stare around the arena for a moment before sharing a look and swaggering to the ring impervious to the vitriol coming from the crowd.
They split and circle the ring one each side before hopping up onto the apron and stepping through the ropes, Fly rests against the ropes while Joey hops onto the turnbuckle as they await the arrival of their opponent.
Zach Davis: As much as I hate them, this still gives me goosebumps.
Freddy Whoa: It’s almost an inevitability what’s going to happen here…and I hate it.
Gravedigger: Man up you pansy.
The lights in the arena go to black, with only the giant screen above the stage displaying the pattern of a oscilloscope matching the chaotic distortion which begins "Lost Boys" by Death Grips. As the distortion begins to settle into the beat, the words "IT'S SUCH A LONG WAY DOWN" flash over the screen as the emanate from the speakers. As the snare drum hits begin to burst forth, the lights in the arena begin to strobe in blue, white, and gray as the screen begins to show flashing black-and-white images of honey badgers in battle, paired with footage of Howard Black training or waiting in the locker room, preparing for a match. Howard Black makes his way from the back, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head and a Tag Team title belt slung over each shoulder.
Zach Davis: This is like a man walking to his own execution.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t care…COME ON HOWARD!
He makes his way down the ramp as the digitized words "LOST BOYS" repeat from the speaker in succession. While his eyes remain focused on the ring, his face a mask of determination, ignoring the fans as he advances. Upon reaching the ring, he slides in and unzips his sweatshirt, tossing it aside. He stalks the ring in a calculated manner, eyeing Flash and Fly with a sneer of contempt and rage. He retreats to his corner, takes the crucifix from his neck and places it around the turnbuckle for safe keeping during his match.
Crowd: LET’S GO HOWARD, LET’S GO HOWARD!
Kyle Steel: This is a…handicap match for the WCF Tag Team Championship. Introducing first your challengers, from New York City, weighing in at a combined weight of 450lbs ladies and gentlemen…Jonny Fly and Jooeeeeeey Flash!
Fly begins to stretch as Flash hops outside the ring toward the announce table.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent…
The crowd goes wild as Howard Black raises both Tag belts in the air.
Kyle Steel: He is the reigning…defending…owner of both Tag Team Titles…he is part of your Sentinels…
Crowd: HOWIE! HOWIE! HOWIE!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 215lbs Hoowwaaaaard Bl-
His introduction is cut short as Howard Black is blasted from behind with a heinous steel chair shot from a smirking Joey Flash.
Zach Davis: OH GOD NO.
Flash nails Howard twice more as Howie manages to block most of the damage with his arms before Flash slides the chair out of the ring. He rips the microphone from a bewildered Kyle Steel and stares down at the time keeper.
Joey Flash: Ring the bell.
The time keeper looks at the referee who seems to hesitate.
Joey Flash: RING THE FUCKING BELL.
The referee reluctantly and the bell rings to start the match.
Zach Davis: Are you kidding me?
Howard Black is still prone on the ground and in considerable pain; he manages to get to one knee before being punted in the face by Flash who soaks up the hate from the crowd before tagging in a smiling Jonny Fly who seems utterly impressed. He approaches Howie, who seems to be favouring his left arm as he tries to get up once more. Fly delivers a kick to the arm, and a second before transitioning to the ground and locking a very crude kimura lock on Howard’s left arm.
Zach Davis: This could be it already.
Howard Black fights through the pain and begins trying to land punches on Fly who simply releases the hold and blasts Howard in the face once more.
Freddy Whoa: This isn’t even fair. It was handicap to begin with and what Flash did…disgusting is what it is.
Fly saunters to the corner and tags Flash in, who hops straight over to Howard…and locks in his own similarly crude kimura on Howard.
Zach Davis: They’re mocking him.
Freddy Whoa: Huh?
Zach Davis: It’s Howard’s finishing move and they’re trying to put him away with it here.
This time the move clearly has Howard in a lot more trouble, he bucks his hips and tries to turn out of the lock only to find himself caught even deeper. He fights through the pain even more…and breaks free! Flash backs up immediately and nods in admiration at the fighting will and technique…before punting Howie straight in the head again and tagging in Fly.
Zach Davis: Fly has changed here.
The look Fly’s face has gone from amusement to serious in the blink of an eye, he drags Howard up by the hair and delivers three stiff uppercuts that rock Howard back toward the ropes. Fly whips him hard into the corner with Joey stationed outside, as Howard slams into the turnbuckle he’s blindsided once more by Flash with a straight right to the jaw…just as he is sinking to the canvas Fly comes soaring in with a big splash.
Freddy Whoa: It’s over.
Howard is about to sag to his knees as Fly catches him with a monster European uppercut.
Gravedigger: DISCUS FLY BITCHES!
Howard flops to the floor and Fly rolls him over…before turning his back and walking toward the corner. He tags in Flash and the pair have a discussion that lasts about ten seconds, Joey smiles and hops over the top rope to where Howard lays face up. Flash approaches him and gives him an ‘is he awake?’ kick, with no response Joey kneels down to apply whatever finish him and Fly have cooked up…only to be immediately wrapped in a body triangle from Howard whose eyes jolt open and he immediately grabs a hold of Joey’s own left arm and locks it deep and hard with perfect technique…
Zach Davis: KIMURA!!!! He’s been caught!!!
Joey writhes in agony and tries in vain to escape from the lock, but Howard is having absolutely none of it.
Freddy Whoa: He’s about to tap here!!
Joey raises his hand and begins to bring it down to give in to the pain but just as this is about to bring an end to the match Howard’s left arm, the one they’ve been working on the whole match seems to spasm and give way allowing Joey to scoot out of the hold. Howard grunts in pain and grabs at his left arm…only to find it already in Joey’s possession and he sinks his ‘Pain is Love’ armbar in.
Gravedigger: NOW WHO’S BEEN CAUGHT?!
Zach Davis: NO!
The referee pulls Joey off of Howard almost immediately and crosses his arms toward the timekeeper who rings the bell.
Zach Davis: He’s unconscious.
Freddy Whoa: What a fucking warrior.
Kyle Steel: The referee has decided that Howard Black was unable to continue…therefore your winners…and NEW WCF Tag Team Champions…Jonny Fly and Joey Flash!
The two men shake hands over the fallen Howard Black and Flash hands Fly both belts before snagging the microphone once more from Kyle Steel.
Joey Flash: This was inevitable…but what’s next depends entirely on a certain man’s response. Dune, you agree to finally face me with the World Title on the line at Revenge…or I snap your dear friend and partner’s arm in two.
He shoves the microphone toward Fly and drops down, grabbing Howard’s arm between his legs once more.
Jonny Fly: I think you’d be wise to -
Angelo Badalamenti’s “The Pink Room” hits over the PA, cutting Fly off before he can finish.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my...
Gravedigger: Here we go!
A huge pop precedes the sight of the WCF World Champion parting the curtain. Dune’s eyes never leave the ring as he begins making his way down the ramp. Joey flashes a vile grin to see him, though as he closes on the ring he furrows his brow and shouts over at Fly, who tosses him the mic.
Joey Flash: Stop right there or I end your partner’s career.
Dune stops, glancing down at the still unconscious Howard Black. His eyes are on fire as the jumbotron behind him cuts to a closeup shot of his half-masked face. He points at Joey and calls out to him, but Fly and Flash only share a look of amusement before breaking out into laughter. Flash calms himself after a moment.
Joey Flash: I can’t hear your bitch ass! How about you take that ridiculous mask off or get a fucking mic like ya boy?! Hurry up, Dune - I’m getting real impatient up -
Dune takes a few steps toward the ring before Flash cuts himself off.
Joey Flash: Not another step, Dune - not if you want to see your best friend back in the ring!
He stops again, this time screaming for a mic. A ringside worker tosses him one, and he snatches it out of the air before holding it up to his mask.
Dune: Put him down, Joey.
Joey: Is that what you want?
Dune: Put him the fuck down!
Joey: Temper, temper...this must be awful for you, huh, Dune? Deja vu of the worst variety. Here you are, once more helpless to move as you watch your Brother’s demise...but it doesn’t have to be like last time. You failed to save him all those years ago, but you can save Howard Black tonight. That is what you want, isn’t it?
Dune: Put him d -
Joey: IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT!
Dune: YES GODDAMNIT!
Joey Flash: Then give me what I want! Give me what I deserve!
Howard begins to stir, and Flash tightens the hold before he finally comes to. He struggles to break free, catching sight of Dune amidst the searing pain in his arm. Joey turns back to Dune.
Joey Flash: Say it, Dune. Say the words, and I let your Sentinel-Brother go.
Howard, realizing what’s going on, turns toward Dune and begins screaming atop the pain. His, unamplified, “Nooos!” are cut off as Dune speaks up.
Dune: I accept.
Joey Flash: You what? I didn’t quite -
Dune: I accept your challenge! You want a shot at my World Title at Revenge? You fucking got it! Now put him -
Joey Flash: Thank you very much. You’re really quite an honorable guy, aren’t you?
Joey drops the mic and once more flashes a sinister grin before pulling back on Howard’s arm.
Freddy Whoa: NO! NO! NO!
Zach Davis: …
Gravedigger: I think I’m going to throw up.
The microphone picks up the sickening snap, which echoes throughout the arena as Howard screams in agony. Blood pours out over the two exposed bones in Howard’s arm as Flash shoots to his feet. A split second later Dune charges the ring, his eyes wide with rage.
Zach Davis: Get him! GET HIM!
He slides in just as Fly and Flash bail on opposite sides. He goes after Joey, sliding back out and sprinting for him. Dune almost grabs hold of Flash's long, flowing hair as he flees, but Fly manages to blindside him just before he can turn up the ramp in chase.
Freddy Whoa: Ooof…
Zach Davis: It’s just not fair.
Gravedigger: This is the WCF, you worm. Who said anything about fair?
Dune hits the floor hard, smacking his head against the concrete. He tries to stand back up immediately and nearly falls over before grabbing hold of the ringside barrier. Boos threaten to blow the roof off the arena as Flash and Fly taunt the dazed Dune from the top of the ramp. Blowing kisses to the fans, they disappear behind the curtain. A silence comes over the crowd with their exit, and it isn’t quick to fade.
Dune finally shakes off the blow and turns his attention to Howard, who has lost consciousness in the ring once more. He slides in, kneeling down before taking his fallen partner in his arms. He rises, carrying Howard Black out of the ring as the once silent crowd begins to clap and cheer. An in-ring shot shows Dune walking up the ramp with Howard in his arms, his back to the camera as the jumbotron directly ahead shows a close up of his emotionally drained face. By the time he gets to the top of the ramp, the crowd is going ballistic.
Freddy Whoa: I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. This crowd is pouring their collective heart out to Howard Black just as Howard Black has done for them since day one in the WCF. Is it a final goodbye? I’m not sure. All I’ll say is goodbye for now, Howard...
Zach Davis: Goodbye for now.
Gravedigger: Am I the only one that just witnessed Joey Flash get himself a World Title shot at Revenge? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!
Zach Davis: You aren't crazy! That did happen and the looks on the faces of this crowd can confirm that.
Slam goes to commercial as the crowd is in a state of confusion.
Thomas Uriel Bates/Mikey eXtreme vs Scarecrow/Alex Richards vs Night Rider/Oblivion vs Dune/Jackson White
Stanley Moser: The following, is a four corners tag team match!
The loud sound of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle blares over the PA system. It soon fades, and is replaced with "Midnight Rider" by the Allman Brothers Band as the jumbotron begins showing clips of the Dark Riders Gang MC riding in columns with Bates at the lead. Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage, accompanied by Freakshow and Mikey Extreme. Bates is focused and determined, he ushers Freakshow along down the ramp while keeping one eye on Mikey.
Zac Davis: Bates has his hands full keeping both Freakshow and Mikey in line in this four corners match.
Gravedigger: The DRG are weird man; keepers of the peace with a psycho and a rapist in their ranks, explain that?
Zac Davis: I suppose Bates would argue, innocent until proven guilty.
Gravedigger: We have this thing called television, Zac. You're on it right now as a matter of fact.
Zac Davis: And there was me thinking you were a figment of my imagination, Digger.
Gravedigger: Your mind couldn't contemplate such a force, Zac. I'm an extinction level event.
Zac Davis Davis: Ahem, well, speaking of events, here comes our second tag team!
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play. 13 seconds later the high-hats come through. Seven seconds later the drums are blaring through.
Gravedigger: YES!! Old school Oblivion!! Here we go. This is gonna get nasty!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, TWO MOTORCYCLES appear on stage, it's Night Rider and Oblivion! Both are wearing gray stone colored psuedo-armor. The music continues the blare out, rattling the arena as the demo-bikers from hell ride down to the ring.
Zac Davis: Looks Like the AOD have just out-bikered the DRG!
Gravedigger: That's Oblivion, he's ALWAYS six steps ahead of you! Once day soon, Zac. He's gonna stop and wait for you to catch up!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zac Davis: Gulp.
Oblivion and Night Rider enter the ring. Oblivion wastes no time stepping right up and into the face of Uriel Bates. The two share an intense stare down.
Zac Davis: Oblivion has zeroed in on the threat from the off!
Gravedigger: Bates verses Oblivion; that just screams money baby!
The lights dim as “Mysterious Pantheon Theme” hits. Over this we hear Crow's cawing as two blue spotlights descend upon the stage. Scarecrow and Alex Richards appear from the shadows as a dub step reworking of “I'm not Like Everybody Else” by the Kinks begins to play. Crow and Richards salter down to the ring. Signs in the audience have “Prey 4 Roman”, and “Scarecroman” adorned on them. Crow and Richards climb the turn-buckles and soak up the cheers of the crowd.
Zac Davis: It's Scarecroman!
Gravedigger: I hate that Bastard, and it's not just because he's a bastard either. Scarecrow? He's no Roman! He's no son of our manager of the year! He's just spinning another yarn to get himself over!
Zac Davis: Give the kid a break, Digger! He's trying to save his father's life!
Gravedigger: What? By embarrassing Buddy to death? Please!
Neuroma by Fuse starts to play and Jackson White walks slowly out onto the stage with his hoodie up and looking moody as hell. Fenix's back is proudly adorned with a flowing Portuguese flag. Fenix keeps his head down with the hood covering his eyes, a moment then..
The lights flicker to black as Fenix's Neuroma theme is replaced with the opening chords of Angelo Badalamenti's "The Pink Room". Smoke pours down out onto the stage as deep orange lights criss cross the entrance. A heart beat passes before Dune eventually clears the curtain and emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remaining fixed on the ring, he nods towards an expectant Fenix as they finally make their way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: And the Final Tag Team of the Night. Partnered with Jackson “The Fenix” White, he is THEEEEE WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAM-PI-YUN, THE MAN FROM THE BADLANDS.......DUNNNNNNNNNNE!!!!!!
Dune enters the ring. Crow and Dune share a scowl as Crow remains and Dune heads to his corner as the Murder machine is Joined by Bates.
Zac Davis: Dune's in Crow's head. That's a dangerous place to be.
Gravedigger: Well, the man of straw better focus on the southern behemoth instead, because here comes the mountain!
The bell rings as Bates and Crow lock up!
Freddy Whoa: The United States champion starting things off in the ring tonight against the Internet champion.
The match bursts into life at the chime of the bell. We see Thomas Bates towering over Scarecrow in the center of the ring but Crow is not intimidated. He gets things kicked off right away with a couple of forearm smashes into the mouth of Bates’ the larger man eating the shots before returning a vicious European uppercut of his own, dropping Scarecrow to the mat.
Gravedigger: That right there is just bad logic, you don’t want to get into a fist fight with a man the size of Thomas Bates!
Zach Davis: You’re not kidding there. Did you see the way Crow’s head snapped back against the canvas? Ouch!
Shaking off the cobwebs, Crow is half-assisted back to his feet by the meaty hand of the United States champion, who soon finds himself stiffened by a sharp kick to abdomen, and a further two to the quadriceps. With Bates momentarily dis-orientated, Crow spins and drives a final spinning back kick into the gut of his opponent as Alex Richards applauds his comrade from the apron.
Doubled over, Bates now find his head grabbed by Scarecrow who drags the mass of weight over to the Pantheon corner with quite a struggle and allows for Alex Richards to tag himself into the match. The Peoples Champion enters the ring and hooks his arms around the neck of Thomas Bates, momentarily choking him as Scarecrow drives a few bionic elbow down into TUB’s ribcage before stepping out and onto the apron.
Freddy Whoa: Excellent strategy early on by Pantheon here!
Gravedigger: Keep the big man isolated, stuck on the wrong side of town.
Zach Davis: Sound thinking. If they can weaken Bates in this match early on then that’s a huge relief for the rest of the participants in this match.
Stirring from the repeated blows to his stomach, Bates swats at Richards, clubbing a huge arm down on the Archduke of Mass-Confusion’s back and shoulders before locking his fingers and tossing Alex halfway across the ring with a gutwrench suplex. Richards holds his back in pain as Bates regains his composure, picking Alex up and sending him into the ropes with an Irish whip before hoisting him up on the rebound, planting him face first into the canvas with a flapjack.
Zach Davis: Did you see how easy Bates just turned it around?
Gravedigger: Never mind that! Did you see how easy he just lifted Alex Richards? It’s like how a regular man would pick up an infant child.
Scooping Richards back to his feet, Bates tosses the Peoples champion into his corner where Mikey waits patiently for the tag, slapping his stable-mates extended hand as he steps through the ropes and begins to pile elbows into Richards’ face whilst Thomas restrains him with one arm, his wingspan allowing Mikey to get in close without fear of a counter-strike. With Alex stunned, Mikey hoists his opponent up and out of the corner, driving him overhead and into the canvas with a vertical suplex.
Like a shark smelling blood he is straight back on top of Richards, raining boots down on him before running to bounce off the ropes to look for some form of running ground-based assault, only to have his back slapped by Fenix. Confused, Mikey shouts at the referee and then at his former friend but is ultimately asked to leave the ring. This momentary setback however costs both men, as Richards regains his composure, charging towards Fenix and knocking him to the mat with a clothesline.
Zach Davis: Well, Jackson had the right idea there at least!
Freddy Whoa: An idea’s one thing Zach but it’s all in the execution.
Fresh as the evening would allow, Fenix pops back to his feet after the clothesline and drives a few right hooks into the jaw of Alex before lifting his opponent into the air and driving him into the mat with a sit-out spinebuster, remaining seated as the referee counts Richards’ shoulders on the mat for a pinfall.
No! Before the referee can even reach a count of two, Night Rider; the closest competitor to the scene, interrupts the attempt with a stiff kick to the back of Jackson, which forces him to roll out of the pinning predicament and focus his attentions elsewhere, getting in Night Rider’s face for a few seconds too long as the referee ushers the intruder back onto the apron. The damage has been done though. Richards clutches his back but manages to crawl over to the Pantheon corner, tagging Scarecrow back into the match before the Fenix can see what’s happening. The Murder Machine takes to the ring with a fire and levels Jackson White with a vicious meathook clothesline.
Crowd: Pantheon! Pantheon! Pantheon!
The audience makes their preferences in this match known, but not for long as the sheer impact of the clothesline sends Jackson White a few feet across the ring, landing with a thud in front of Oblivion who tags himself into the match without a second thought. Noticing what is happening, Scarecrow rushes the scene, but is met by a right hand from Night Rider who assaults him with two more strikes as his partner enters the squared circle. Oblivion keeps Scarecrow in the Angels of Destruction corner, taking advantage of his stunned state he hoists Crow into a scoop slam but instead of driving him into the mat, he places him in the corner, up-side down. With Crow posed in the three of woe, Oblivion stamps down on his chin and throat, choking the Murder Machine whilst his opponent continues to fire rabbit punches into his ribs.
Gravedigger: The Angels of Destruction now, keeping Scarecrow in their corner, just like Pantheon tried to do to Thomas Bates earlier in this match.
Freddy Whoa: It’s a good plan on paper, but at the end of the day, there’s still five other guys on the apron!
Zach Davis: I agree Freddy, the only way anybody comes out on top of this match is after everybody else is incapacitated.
After a count of 5, the referee breaks up the attack. He pushes Oblivion back to the center of the ring, Scarecrows legs untangling themselves as he slumps out of position and flops onto the mat. Wasting little time, Oblivion is straight back on the attack, dropping a vicious elbow down onto the chest of the Internet Champion and climbing back to his feet, only to repeat the same devastating elbow to the heart one more time. Richards looks on with concern from the apron as Oblivion lifts the Murder Machine to his feet and drills him with a right hand, picking up his opponent in a powerslam style and jamming him down hard across his knee with a shouderbreaker. Scarecrow clutches at his shoulder as Oblivion goes into the pinfall.
Fenix with the save! Jackson White dives back into the ring, kicking Oblivion in the side of the face and breaking up the pin. As he is being chauffeured from the ring, Oblivion grabs Scarecrow by the foot, looking to drag him back towards where Night Rider waits with a hungry expression on his face. This time though, the Scarecroman is quicker on the draw and drives both of his feet into The Dark One’s jaw with a mule kick, letting his own momentum rock him up to a vertical base as he does so.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow’s back in this thing!
Zach Davis: Not yet he’s not, Oblivion’s charging back at him!
True as Zach Davis had spoken, Oblivion rushes back at his opponent with evil intentions of connecting with a heavy lariat. Scarecrow ducks the clothesline though and returns with a kick to Oblivion’s gut before running to the ropes at his own stride and returning, snapping The Dark One’s neck and head around and into the mat with a spinning neckbreaker. Both men are down as the crowd begin to get restless, anticipating that this could be a turning point in the match. True to their thoughts, Oblivion drags his body across the ring and makes the tag to Night Rider, whilst Crow reaches out his hand, only to have it slapped by the closest man in the match; the World Heavyweight Champion himself, Dune.
Gravedigger: Here it comes, our first chance to see the champ in this match.
Zach Davis: Dune’s got the momentum on his side after that victory at Ultimate Showdown.
Freddy Whoa: How much did that match take out of him though?!
As both members of the Angels of Destruction get to their feet and begin to charge towards Dune, he meets them in the center of the ring, levelling first Oblivion and then Night Rider with lefts and rights respectively. Before the referee can assert his authority and clear the ring but for the legal men, Oblivion is practically kick back into his own corner as the champ mixes up his strikes and connects with a thrusting superkick. Night Rider watches on through foggy eyes as Dune’s attention falls back onto him, but before he can connect it’s too late. He finds himself hoisted up into the air and dropped down with force as Dune executes a picture perfect chokeslam, modifying the move so that his opponent lands awkwardly upon his knee.
Crowd: Dune! Dune! Dune!
Rather than go straight for the pin, Dune takes stock of his surroundings, and correctly so as he narrowly manages to get his hands up in time. Blocking a running spear by Mikey with a single knee that he lifts into the DRG member’s face, turning to Thomas Bates with a look of ’is that the best you’ve got?’ as Mikey crumbles to the canvas, clutching his face in his hands whilst the referee directs him back to his corner. The arena is in uproar as the all-too-familiar scene of Dune standing tall above a fallen opponent resonates for a short moment, but matches are not won by imagery.
Freddy Whoa: Dune just decimating all comers as of late, I would not want to be Flash or Fly right now!
Zach Davis: That’s why he’s the man around these parts!
Gravedigger: Nothing is eternal gentlemen, and I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be seeing the end of an era real soon.
Adjusting the breathing mask on his face to make sure it is secure, Dune scans the ring for any other unwanted pests. None appear as immediate threats, none Oblivion who is intercepted by Jackson White and a kamikaze clothesline, causing both he and Oblivion to tumble over the top ropes and crash onto the ringside flooring with a dull thud. Carnage ensues now as Alex Richards enters and tackles Dune to the canvas, restraining the champion long enough that a brawl breaks out in the ring between the now vertical Night Rider, Scarecrow and Mikey. The three men representing the actual functioning stables in this contest trade blows before eventually the inevitable happens and Richards is pulled into the fold by Thomas Bates who smashes him out of the equation momentarily with a low, but devastating boot to the side of the head.
Crowd: Clusterfuck! Clusterfuck! Clusterfuck!
Mikey and Scarecrow begin to fight amongst themselves now as Night Rider’s attention is turned to the fast-approaching mass of Thomas Bates. Mikey and Crow tumble to the outside as the United States Champion grabs Night Rider by the scruff of the neck and lifts him high into the air, instead of a regular military press though, Night Rider finds himself being twisted with ease mid-air and driven down to the canvas with a spinebuster the causes his back to spasm as it collides with the canvas, forcing him to follow Richards under the bottom rope and roll out of the ring to attempt to refuel. Now, as the six other men in the match up respectively brawl amongst themselves or recover accordingly, the arena drops into silence as Dune rises to his feet, only to find himself face to face with Thomas Bates.
Gravedigger: Here we go! The gloves are off.
Freddy Whoa: This looks just like the end of Ultimate Showdown.
Zach Davis: Neither man is moving a muscle, can you feel the atmosphere in the arena?
Bates, the taller of the two looks down at Dune, knowing the Sandman had his number at Ultimate Showdown but showing no fear as they lock up in a collar-elbow grapple which the larger man quickly gets the better of, his strength proving too much for the champion. Twisting Dune’s arm into a hammerlock, Bates applies pressure to the elbow, contorting the limb in a way which caused Howard Black a broken arm, just moments before the match. The fury builds up inside Dune, and picturing Joey Flash’s face, he turns into the hold, risking his own arm as he does so. The Sandman grabs Bates around the back of the neck and drops to one knee, his shoulder driving up into TUB’s jaw and causing him to release the hold.
Crowd: We want Howard! We want Howard! We want Howard!
As Dune breaks the hold he shoots off the ropes, fuelled by the crowd’s chants for his fallen Sentinel’s brother and looking to come back with a running tornado kick, one of his more notable moves to inflict pain on an opponent. As he gets close though it is Bates who reacts faster than a man of his stature should be able to. He catches Dune in mid-air and dumps him over the top-rope with a capture suplex. The World Champion’s back crashes against the apron as he plummits to the cold floor outside of the ring. Bates remains alone in the center of the squared circle before stepping over the ropes to join the man he seems to be somewhat pursuing as of late.
Freddy Whoa: Dune looking for Dust Devil there!
Gravedigger: Looking for being the key words.
Zach Davis: Thomas Bates just caught the World Champion and dumped him over the top ropes like he was nothing.
The camera pans around to near the commentary position now, where Mikey has Scarecrow beaten down. He places Crow’s head against the steel ringside steps and takes a few steps back before running forward and driving both feet in the Internet Champion’s face with the running low dropkick he calls; eXtinguished.
Crow is tossed back into the ring by Mikey after a few moments of admiring his work. The former United States Champion spends too much time on the ring apron attempting to climb back inside though. Not quite as dazed as previously thought, Crow spies Mikey, runs at speed and hits Mikey with a huge right hand! Crow attempts to follow this up with another shot to the skull but Mikey ducks and hangs on to the ropes! Crow follows up his initial assault with another huge right hand, coupled with several clotheslines as Mikey tries to lock in Crow's arms for a Suplex to the outside. Crow fights out, and drags Mikey by his hair towards the turnbuckle. Crow lifts Mikey, up with Extreme on the outside and Crow inside the ring. Crow has climbed the turnbuckle now with his captured opponent, They're at the apex as Crow begins to lock in Mikey's arms for a fateful move.
Zac Davis: NO, NOT THE PEDIGREE!
Gravedigger: Crow's snapped! He's trying to please, daddy!
Scarecrow: For I am the one...
Bates stirs, sees what's happening. The mountain is screaming as he catches a left from Dune and throws one of his own back.
Scarecrow: ….Who embraces the sun.
Bates cannons forward, he's in the ring now, charging towards the turnbuckle.
Scarecrow: Let Extreme...KNOW MY NAME.
Spear by Richards! Bates is taken out of the equation as Scarecrow leaps and hits the inside to outside pedigree, crashing down onto the announce table!
The announce team high tail it as the pedigree SORES before CRASHING DOWN ON TO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!
Zac Davis: GOOD GOD! MIKEY HAS BEEN OBLITERATED!
Crowd: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
Scarecrow staggers to his feet, pushing aside some shattered bolster wood; an evil smirk crawling across the Murder Machine's face. Crow wipes his own blood away from his eyes, the laceration caused by Mikey’s dropkick into the steel steps, and gives the fallen king of extreme the finger.
Zach Davis: Incredible!
Gravedigger: I'm billing him for the table...AGAIN
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Check this out guys. Night Rider and Fenix, throwing bombs at each other.
Jackson White and Night Rider are seen brawling from another side of the ring, throwing punches at one another until finally Jackson gains the upper-hand, charging his counterpart back into the crowd barricade. The audience applauds as he continues to jab and hook, striking Night Rider with everything he has. Winded and dazed from the punches, Night Rider struggles up to his feet again, weathering the storm and catches Fenix with a rake to the eyes before hooking his neck and hitting the cutter he calls End of Times on the outside. Smashing Jackson’s face into the unforgiving arena floor before rolling back into the ring.
Zach Davis: End of Times!
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider’s one of the legal men in this match, he just needs Dune to get back into the ring here and we could have an upset on our hands!
Not unlike his partner, Oblivion is seen to be dominating his chosen adversary for the moment, beating on the back of a bent-over People’s Champion with clubbing blows. As they approach the crowd barricade though, Alex begins to stir and ultimately defend himself, brushing off some of the blows and retaliating with a few chops to Oblivion’s chest. Feeling the momentum sway his way, he wraps a hand around Oblivion’s throat and sets up for a chokeslam, only to swing his weight back instead, driving Oblivion face-first into the barricade with a modified complete shot.
Gravedigger: Zim-Quila Hangover into the guardrail!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That’s gotta hurt!
Zach Davis: Richards rolling into the ring now to join Night Rider, but the referee’s motioning for him to get back onto the apron! He’s trying to restore order in this match! Is he for real?
After a lengthy debate, Richards concurs with the referee and returns to his post on the Pantheon apron as Dune rolls back into the ring whilst Thomas Bates checks on his fallen Dark Rider’s Gang buddy. Scarecrow, Oblivion, Mikey, Jackson are all still down. Night Rider pounces on the World Champion immediately but finds himself the recipient of a boot to the stomach as his arms are butterflied and he is hoisted into crucifix position before being powerbombed hard into the canvas. As Dune completes Sandstorm he collapses in a heap in the center of the ring. With only Thomas Bates and Alex Richards in any kind of position to alter the match it seems that this match is nearing its end.
Freddy Whoa: Dune’s down too though! From what we seen before Crow took Mikey through our table, he and Bates were beating the holy hell out of each other right in front of us.
Zach Davis: He can’t get up to make the pin though! What’s going to happen?
The referee checking on Night Rider as Dune is able to roll onto his back and sit up, albeit slowly. Bates still showing concern for eXtreme but he's well aware of the fact that the match is still going on and that there's two vulnerable men down in the ring. Bates now sliding into the ring as Dune is trying to push himself up. Richards back into the ring as the referee yells for them both to leave. Bates lining Dune up for a Bates Boot when Richards spins him around. Richards going for a Zim-Quila Hangover but Bates shoves him off and into the ropes. Richards comes off the ropes as Bates readies the boot.
Freddy Whoa: BATES BOOT!
But Richards sees it coming and grabs Dune, pulling him into the path of the boot. Dune takes the full force of the boot to the face and is knocked onto a recovering Night Rider.
Zach Davis: Holy crap I think I saw a tooth fly!
Richards grabbing hold of Bates and he tries to throw him out of the ring but Bates grabs hold of Richards and pulls him out of the ring with him. Both men hit the ground awkwardly.
Freddy Whoa: LOOK IN THE RING! DUNE! DUNE!
Almost nobody but the referee has noticed that the Bates Boot knocked Dune onto Rider perfectly to set up a pin.
DING! DING! DING!
Zach Davis: DUNE AND JACKSON WHITE WIN IT!
The referee tries to help Dune up but it's obvious the World Champion is out cold.
Gravedigger: Well when he wakes up someone make sure to tell him he won.
"The Pink Room" hits the arena speakers as the referee has to haul Dune's massive frame up to his feet. Dune finally coming to and the referee is trying to explain that he won but Dune seems confused. Outside of the ring Bates is fuming that he was so close to winning as he checks on Mikey eXtreme.
Zach Davis: And once again Thomas Bates was so close to beating Dune, only to have it just slip away. You gotta wonder when this guy is going to get his moment.
A ringside official brings Bates his US Title and his Trios Title, but he stands up and points at Dune before motioning to his waist.
Freddy Whoa: And Bates is making sure Dune knows that this isn't over. He wants that World Title.
Bates takes his title belts and puts them over his shoulders before again making the belt motion on his waist. Dune is handed his World Title and he holds it up over his head.
Zach Davis: Well we're out of time for tonight but I doubt this argument is going to end tonight. Good ni- WAIT!
With all the noise from the fans, and commotion around the match Bates doesn’t notice when a man in a black body suit and mask pops out of the crowd, and slams a lead pipe into the side of his head. Thomas goes down like a sack of potatoes, and the masked man jumps over the barricade. Bates lays on the ground, blood trickling from a gash in the side of his temple.
Zach Davis: Who is this?!
Gravedigger: Looks like masked attacker number 73 to me.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t remember any of those masked attackers ever having the guts to go after someone like Bates!
The masked man drops the pipe, and drags Bates up. He rolls the giant into the ring with some effort. He then brings him to his feet, and kicks the man in the gut. He hooks Bates’ head beneath his arm, and then grabs the leg. He struggles, but manages to lift Bates into a Fisherman suplex, before turning it into a brain buster.
Zach Davis: The Ice Cap!
Freddy Whoa: That’s Polar Phantasm’s finisher!
Gravedigger: No way that’s Phantasm. I remember him being taller.
Freddy Whoa: This is huge! For those of you that just joined us, a masked man has leapt from the crowd and attacked Thomas Bates with the finisher of former WCF superstar Polar Phantasm!
The masked man takes a moment to stare out at the crowd, as if savoring the feeling, before climbing out of the ring and exiting through the audience.
Zach Davis: I’m not sure what to think here.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think anyone is. I’m sure we’ll learn more by the time we see you next week.
Gravedigger: What do you mean learn more? Security should be chasing this man down! He broke in and assaulted a WCF wrestler! What the hell is wrong with this place?!
The referee rushes out to check on Bates as Dune is left in the ring, holding onto the ropes as he looks down at Bates.
Zach Davis: What in the hell just happened? What was that!
Slam fades to black as confusion is in the air!