Post by Jayson Price on Aug 12, 2015 20:35:21 GMT -5
WCF WEDNESDAY NIGHT
August 12th, 2015
There is no music, just the thunderous roar of the crowd as WCF Wednesday opens up with a sweeping shot of the audience that is packed into the WCF Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania.
Crowd: DUB-SEE-EFF! DUB-SEE-EFF! DUB-SEE-EFF!
The camera comes to a stop on the Host and General Manager of WCF Wednesday Night, Freddy Whoa.
Crowd: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!
Freddy smiles and then raises his microphone.
Freddy Whoa: I'm not here to bore you or to take time away from the amazing action that you're going to see tonight. I'm out here to simply say...that it is damn good to be back!
Pop from the crowd. They missed Wednesday Night.
Freddy Whoa: And with that said, let's get this show rolling!
DOUG MURDOCK SEGMENT
D’la viande cé murs by Les Ékorchés begins to play, as the lights go out in the arena, and white strobelights activate, as the fans go nuts at the appearance of Doug Murdock onstage, as Vinnie Briggs comes in behind him.
Kyle Steel announces his arrival to the match, as the fans cheer wildly...
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring from Upstate, New York! He weighs in at 268 pounds and the defender of one-third of the Trios Titles. DOUG "THE THUG" MURDOCK!!!
Doug rushes to the ring, hands out as he interacts with the fans, before sliding into the ring, and popping up in the middle of the ring, right in front of Fister Mantastic, already in the ring and waiting for Murdock. His manager opts to take his time getting to the ring, walking around to the announcer table, where he puts on headphones, and opts in for commentary, as Vinnie Briggs says...
Vinnie Briggs: The fuck's goin' on, fellas?
Vinnie Briggs: Fuck you, too! Ya old, miserable bass-turd!
Meanwhile Doug plays to the crowd, swinging a white towel over his head, whipping it about, before going to a corner, as his opponent, Fister Mantastic, with his manager, Ophilia Nutts, outside of the ring, looks on. The bell sounds as both men circle each other and lock up...
Zach Davis: And The Thug easily shoves Fister Fantastic into the corner, and nails a Stinger splash on Mantastic! Am I getting these right?
Vinnie Briggs: Close enough. So how much you wanna bet we're gonna have to scrape what's-his-nuts off the canvas?
Gravedigger: We don't gamble on matches...
Vinnie Briggs: Bullshit on that!
Gravedigger: Doug capitalizing on stomping on Mantastic in the corner. Where's the referee on this?
Vinnie Briggs: Referee can't stop the ass-kicking this fuckin' clown's gonna get. Maybe slow it down, but he ain't gonna shut down Dougie.
Zach Davis: And as crude as that was put, its nonetheless true, as Doug has now just powerbombed Mantastic into the turnbuckle, and he's now continuing to stomp holes into this guy!!!
Vinnie Briggs: That's right, Dougie! FUCK HIM UP!!! LET HIM KNOW WHY YOU'RE THE THUG!!!
Gravedigger: Oh, and Doug's going Dental School on Fister Mantastic. Yeah, this is over...
After the uppercut, Doug goes over to where Ophilia is standing, and starts chatting her up!!! Commentary lights up with...
Zach Davis: And it looks like Doug's priorities have been sidetracked, as he chats up Ms. Nutts outside of the ring.
Vinnie Briggs: DOUG, FINISH THAT FUCKER OFF!!!
Doug hears Vinnie, and nods his head, as he grabs a recovering Fister Mantastic, and easily grabs him before he could mount an offense, before Doug hits...
Gravedigger: Match Penalty on Mantastic, and Doug goes for the pinfall...
Vinnie Briggs: Wow, get a little more enthusiastic, why don't you?
The bell rings, as Doug gets to his feet, while Ophilia enters the ring, ostensibly to go to the side of Fister Mantastic, but instead goes to the side of Doug, as he has his hands raised over his head. He then pulls his hand down, as he calls for a microphone, calling for his music to be cut. Vinnie gets to his feet, as he tosses a microphone from the announcer table up to Doug, as Doug says...
Doug Murdock: Hi! How are you guys? Good? Well, I'm not doing so well...
Gravedigger: Oh God, is he going to tell us his feelings, now?
Zach Davis: Shut up! I wanna hear this...
Doug Murdock: You see, my life has just gone to absolute Hell since I've been here. And a whole bunch else in my life is getting weirder and weirder. I mean, my brother is assumed dead, and people have been so MEAN since I got here! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU??? I'M A HUMAN FUCKING BEING!!! ALL OF US IN THE DRG ARE HUMAN BEINGS!!! WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU BESIDES WIN MATCHES??? DEFY LOGIC???
Gravedigger: What the fuck is this kid talking about?
Zach Davis: Beats me...
Doug Murdock: I mean, I took a title, which I earned the opportunity to defend, and by God-Damn did I take that responsibility and I laid the fuck out of everyone in that match!!! And what do I get? A WEEK OFF!!! AND THEN A FUCKING THROW-AWAY MATCH WITH SOME DIPSHIT WHEN I MORE THAN FUCKING DESERVE A FUCKING SHOT AT JONNY FLY AND THAT TITLE HE HAS!!! BUT NO!!! WHO DOES HE DEFEND AGAINST FIRST TIME UP? COREY BLACK!!!
The fans begin to turn, as Vinnie Briggs hops in and defends Doug by saying...
Vinnie Briggs: Seriously? What the fuck has he done in the last few years besides be carried by Jonny Fly? It's painfully obvious that Seth Fuckin' Lerch is protecting his crummy old ass! And Bates fuckin' outlasted his cracker-ass in that ring at Ultimate Showdown. And now that Seth sees Dougie as a threat, he's trying to BURY MY FUCKING CLIENT??? UN-FUCKING-ACCEPTABLE!!!
The fans go silent, as neither cheers nor boos are audible in the arena. Doug then capitalizes on the silence, by saying...
Doug Murdock: Bottom line, I WANT FLY!!! AND HIS TITLE! HE WANTS TO BACK DOWN AND SHOW THE WORLD HE'S A COWARD NOW? I LAID THE CHALLENGE OUT FOR YOU, NOW ANSWER, OR DO YOU LACK THE TESTICLES TO FACE ME AGAIN? AFRAID YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOUR ASS KICKED BY ANOTHER MURDOCK, AGAIN? YOU SHOULD BE!!! YOU GOT THE BALLS? I'LL MEET YOU IN THE RING, OR ANYWHERE ELSE!!! YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T FUCKING HIDE FROM ME, FOREVER!!! FACE ME IN THE RING, AND PUT YOUR TITLE ON THE LINE, WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!
I'll be waiting patiently in the back. Until then, I think I'm going to enjoy this chick...
Doug drops the mic, as he departs the ring with Vinnie Briggs and Ophilia Nutts in tow, as Zach Davis and Gravedigger say...
Zach Davis: Wow, those were some strong words from Doug Murdock! Never thought I'd hear him say such mean things.
Gravedigger: Maybe he's finally getting you can't be nice in the WCF. Regardless, he laid a challenge out for Jonny Fly, and he may have bitten off way more than he can chew, this time.
Zach Davis: That may very well be true. We got more coming up here on Wednesday Night...
KYLE KEMP SEGMENT
"Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play over the PA system and Kyle Kemp struts out in dark jeans, his new WCF better than you shirt and white Air Force Ones sneakers. He smiles at the crowd as they boo him loudly. He stops at the top of the stage.
Kemp: Gather around children because Kyle Kemp has something to say!
Kemp pause as the crowd begins to chant at him.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Kemp: That may be true but you're all still here watching me so if I'm an asshole what does that make all of you? I'll tell you. Hypocrites! You all pretend to not like me but the fact of the matter is that I'm the main attraction! I am the reason that this segment will be the highest rated of the night! That is why I had to be on this special Wednesday night broadcast! And it's because I'm better than any guy in the back!
Kemp walks over to the left side of the stage and begins to stare at different signs in the crowd.
Kemp: I am better than any wrestler on any of those signs you're holding up. Look at this one!
Kemp points to a sign being held by a young boy in the front. It reads "Take Me for a ride Night Rider!" with the picture of a car on the sign.
Kemp: A ride with Night Rider!? On what? A tricycle? Do you think that son of a bitch passed his drivers test? It took me 5 times and I know that was still better than him which de facto makes me better than him!
Kemp points to another sign and laughs. It is just a picture of Howard Black that says "Come Back Soon!"
Kemp: Come back soon!? Who cares. That arm snapped and he's not coming back anytime soon. Being on the shelf automatically makes me better than Black!
Kemp sees one more sign that makes him hop down from the stage. The sign reads "Bates is Golden!" above a picture of Thomas Urial Bates holding both of his titles and is being held by a teenage boy. Kemp rips the sign out of his hand and rips it in half. The boy screams in horror as Kemp laughs.
Kemp: Bates is not golden. He may hold two titles here but the only golden boy here is me! It's only a matter of time till I get a shot at a title again and I take it from whoever it is and that includes Bates. He thinks his titles and his little posse make him better than me which simply isn't true. He's overrated and I am so above ratings that they mean nothing to me. Bates is nothing more than the flavor of the week while I'm Chocolate ice cream. Everyone will always want me and there's nothing you can do about it because I'm Kyle Kemp and I'm better than you!
Kemp hops back on the stage and looks into the camera.
Kemp: Some might say I'm not being polite but who cares? It's not like any of you are going to do anything about it. I can beat any person here one on one and that's simply the truth. And if you have a problem with that, you know where to find me!
Kemp walks into the back as the camera fades out.
WCF INTERNET TITLE MATCH
VIC VENABLE vs SCARECROW
VIC VENABLE vs SCARECROW
"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, as the fans cheer him on.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF Internet Title. Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in tonight at 175 pounds...VIC VENABLE!
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.
The house lights die. Cawing crows echo throughout the arena, deep blue and purple spotlights dance across the screaming faces of loyal fans as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo. There's a moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as Scarecrow’s disembodied voice recites, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful credo. The crowd joining in:
“A Murder of Crows is gathering, the fields are ripe to reap. The days of sin, follow the wind, with promises to keep.”
“And in those fateful hours, when my dawn shall duly rise. The Scarecrow shall guard you, from the prince of lies"
“Men of straw, they cower, fall and fear the flame. Yet I am the one, who embraces the sun. Let darkness know my name.”
The crowd breaks into cheers, acquiescing to their hero's request: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
A moment passes, then “Red Right Hand”, by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds kicks in. As the melancholic chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a jumbotron of break neck imagery; Kick! Wham! Stunner!...The unworthy fall victim before The Murder Machine. A Murder of Crows! A vicious Roadkill! It's a glorious car crash of jobbers and victories. A moment later, The Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, brooding silhouette beneath the spotlight, a form eclipsed by red smoke and light.
Still masked in shadow, Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail as he slowly begins his procession down the ramp. We realize now that he's wearing a customized black hoodie over his fight gear. The words, "The Scarecrow", are emblazoned across the back in dark grey.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds! From The Lost Highways of America! He is DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
The spotlight above follows Scarecrow at a measured pace, his tall frame navigating around the squared circle.
“You're one microscopic cog, in his catastrophic plan. Designed and directed by his red...right...hand.”
The Scarecrow saunters over the top rope and enters the ring. Crow removes his hoodie and throws it at Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post now and hits a sinister crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. Crow soaks up the adulation for a moment before waving his opponent on. Crow leaps down and leans his back against the ring post, assuming a demeanor of nonchalance tinged with cold menace.
The referee takes the Internet Title from Scarecrow and hands it off before signaling for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Scarecrow and Vic Venable circle each other as they advance before locking up. Using his superior size, Crow manages to put Venable in a side headlock, but Venable lifts Crow for a back body drop. Crow rolls through it, landing on his feet and grabbing Venable to attempt a body drop of his own. An elbow to the face from Venable forces Crow to let him go, and Venable spins to nail Crow with a discus elbow smash.
Zach Davis: What a hit!
Crow steps back, caught off guard from the blow. Venable runs at Crow, knocking him to the ground with the FUH ROH DUH. Crow is quick to get to his feet, and as Venable charges him once more, Crow catches him with a dropkick to the face. Crow gets to his feet before Venable, grabbing his opponent around the head and delivering a vicious exploder suplex. Venable sits up from the pain of the slam, and Crow grips him in a seated reverse chinlock. He applies his knee to Venable’s spine and pulls back on his head.
Zach Davis: Venable in trouble here.
Gravedigger: Are you kidding me? Has anyone, in the history of this sport, ever tapped out in a reverse chinlock?
Venable’s hand wavers as he slowly pushes himself to his feet. Crow switches once more to a side headlock, and Venable throws an elbow. Another one. As Crow loosens the hold, Venable slips out and nails Crow with a half-nelson slam! As Crow hits the mat, Venable drops a fist! The crowd goes wild as Venable rolls to his feet and goes for a second fist drop!
Zach Davis: Two from Venable! He herd u like fist drops!
Gravedigger: Really? We’re quoting memes in WCF now? Seriously?
A third fist drop! As Venable goes for a fourth, Crow rolls out of the way! Crow is quick to his feet, kneeing Venable in the gut and delivering a brutal shining wizard! Venable goes down and Crow takes a few steps before nailing a Standing Star Press! Crow goes for the pin!
Venable kicks at a solid two! Crow drags Venable to his feet and whips him at the corner. Running at him, Crow nails a Shining Wizard into a bulldog! With Venable out cold, Crow exits the ropes and walks the apron to the turnbuckle pulling himself up! Twisting himself back in a beautiful moonsault, Crow fails to see Venable roll out of the way. Crow hits the matt with a sickening thud as Venable gets to his feet and pulls Crow up. Venable locks in a Cobra Clutch and runs forward to nail a bulldog! As Crow’s face is driven into the mat, Venable rolls him over and hooks a leg.
Crow kicks. Clearly frustrated, Venable mounts Crow and begins to nail him with lefts and rights. Crow puts his hands in front of his face, trying to ward off the assault. As Venable’s flurry slows from fatigue, Crow is able to wrestle Venable off him and begin delivering punches of his own!
Gravedigger: It’s like a cat fight between these two.
Zach Davis: A cat fight? These two men are beating the hell out of each other!
Gravedigger: If you considering scratching each other in the eyes the definition of “beating the hell out of each other” then sure.
Zach Davis: I don’t understand you sometimes.
Crow gets to his feet and raises his arms to the crowd. They explode in cheers.
Crowd: CROW! CROW! CROW!
Crow beckons for Venable to get up, and as Venable clambers to his feet, Crow rushes forward for the Coma Kick! Venable sways for a second before he falls to mat once more.
Gravedigger: Now THAT is a move.
Crow takes a few steps back, waiting for Venable to his feet. As he clambers up, Crow rushes him looking for the Road Kill!
Zach Davis: This could be it!
But Vic sees it coming and moves out of the way. Crow turns around and Vic fires off a superkick.
Gravedigger: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
But Crow catches the boot! Crow throws Vic's boot to the ground and kicks him in the gut. Crow now with the stunner.
Zach Davis: Murder Of Crows!
Crow with the pin attempt.
"Red Right Hand" hits the speakers as Crow rolls off of Vic. The referee brings him his Internet Title and helps him to his feet. Vic rolls out of the ring as Scarecrow raises his title into the air.
Zach Davis: And tonight Scarecrow has successfully defended his Internet Title in his first defense!
Gravedigger: Whoopty doo!
The crowd starts up a "SCARE-CROW" chant as Wednesday Night goes to commercial.
TEO DEL SOL SEGMENT
The excitement in the arena is palpable, the fans are hungry for more action, as the return of Wednesday night delivering on every front. However, the reverie is interrupted by the roar of the opening riff to “Kickstart My Heart!” The fans erupt with approval, knowing what the music signals.
Zach Davis: Oh boy! That music can only mean one person!
Freddy Whoa: Teo del Sol! But he’s not scheduled tonight.
The camera holds on the entrance ramp for a few moments as the music continues to blare. The roar grows louder and louder, but then one section erupts louder than any other! The camera quickly pans over to reveal Teo del Sol standing in the crowd, arms outstretched. Hands grab at Teo, and he responds with handshakes and high fives, camera phones whip out, and Teo poses with a grin before slowly making his way towards the ring.
Gravedigger: What’s he doing up there? Does he know how much WCF spent on the entrance ramp?
Zach Davis: Well, he likes to get up close and personal with the fans, he’s made no secret of that.
Teo finally arrives at the ringside area, making his way over the barricade and rolling under the ropes. The crowd begins chanting his name as he smiles, taking a deep bow.
Crowd: Teo! Teo! Teo! Teo!
Teo gestures to the crowd to cheer louder, working them into a frenzy before signaling for a microphone. One of the ringside crew quickly tosses him the requested tool, and he snatches it from the air and begins pacing.
Teo: Thank you, thank you, you’re too kind, really! You guys didn’t think I would let you buy a WCF Ticket and not do my part to make you happy? I know that it’s not easy to get up and drive here early, make it through traffic, wait in line, and sit shoulder to shoulder with a complete stranger, but you know what? From this point on, you’ll be able to say that you were here, that you were able to witness the return of WCF Wednesday night! How many people are going to be able to say that??
The crowd roars in approval, both of Teo’s words and of the action taking place tonight. Teo smiles and nods in agreement.
Teo: And from what I’m hearing, you’re enjoying the show. Well, I will do my best not to take up too much time before the next match…but there are some things that need to be said.
Now I have done my best each and every week to make each and every one of you happy, everything I can, because I honestly believe that you are worth it. That these WCF fans are the best in the entire world, no exception, but more importantly, you have always been here for me. When I stood against David Sanchez, you literally put the tools in my hand to give him what he deserved, and when the match was over, you helped me back to my feet and gave me the strength to carry on. For that, I would like to say from the bottom of my heart, Thank you.
Teo waits patiently for the crowd’s reaction, they respond with applause and more chanting.
Teo: Now, I have racked my brain for days, weeks even thinking of how I could possibly repay this kindness that you have shown me, how I could do something to show you that you have put your trust in the right guy, that I can properly represent you. And that’s when it hit me, what is the number one symbol of the People’s will in WCF? If you want to say that you truly represent each and every person in this building and watching around the world, then how can you prove it. I know that you’re thinking it, but I’ll just say it, the key is the People’s Championship!
Now…I am not the first person who has wanted to challenge for a title shot, nor will I be the last. But when I was standing in the ring with David Sanchez and I saw the faces of the fans, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that what I want to do is to represent each and every one of these people; I want to be the one who can truly say that he is the people’s champion! I want to be your champion, to be there for you….because you have always been here for me.
So! It is at this point that I would like to issue a challenge to the winner of tonight’s People’s title match. I come to you, as one competitor to another, to request a shot at your belt. I am not going to cite wins, or records, or popularity. I am going to just ask, man to man, for you to face me in this ring for that belt. The ball is in your court champ, I know that you know as well as me that having that belt means you represent the people of this company, and I would never do something that they wouldn’t want.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Teo del Sol is challenging Adams and Richards both!
Zach Davis :Well, whoever wins tonight.
Gravedigger: I’m torn, this guy is a punk, but it would be fun to watch him embarrass himself.
Teo: But in the event the champion decides that is not the route that he wants to go down, well that’s alright. In that case, I will instead issue an open challenge to the roster, if you understand, like me, just how important that belt is, just what it means to represent the people, then I want to face you, man to man. I want to prove just how much an opportunity at that belt would mean to me….but be warned, if you are just in it to add another trophy to your case, to hold that belt without being worthy of it, be warned that I am bringing my A-Game, that until Teo del Sol is holding that belt over his head, he will do anything to make these people happy! And if that means overcoming the odds and proving myself, then I’m right here. Tonight is the first night of a journey towards the People’s title, and I hope everyone is listening, that the WCF brass is watching right now. Just tell me what I have to do, what hoops to jump through, because I will do it if it means that I can represent these people! I want to win this belt not for me, but for each and every one of you who has believed in me, everyone who has ever cheered for me, who has stood by me when I fall and congratulated me when I win… I want to win that belt for you!
The fans applaud and cheer Teo’s words, appreciative of the respect he is showing them, he nods in response before raising the microphone again.
Teo: And the first step starts on Slam this Sunday. You see, last Sunday I was forced to watch an atrocity committed, watch as someone violated the sacred bond between competitors….Mr. Joey Flash.
The crowd quickly changes from cheers to boos at the mention of the man who has sold out to Seth Lerch and mercilessly broken Howard Black’s arm.
Teo: I was forced to sit back and watch as this politicking, backstabbing, coward put another man in the hospital in selfish pursuit of a belt. I could not believe what I was seeing, I could almost feel the pain Howard went through.. and I knew that I could not let it stand. That is why I went right up and asked, this Sunday on Slam, to face Joey Flash!
The crowd explodes at this announcement, excited for the prospect of the match to come.
Teo: I know that everyone watching at home wanted to punch you right between the eyes, Joey, for you to feel even a fraction of the pain that you have inflicted. You think that hiding behind alliances will help you? You want to talk about strength in numbers? Look around! The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and I know for a fact that you have a lot of enemies, Joey. The people want to see you punished for your actions…so I wanna be the executioner. I hope you are training, Joey, because come Sunday you’re going to wish you had called in sick. We are WCF Joey, not you! And Come Sunday, I will show you just what happens when you mess with us!
Teo drops the microphone and holds his arms out, gesturing the audience, who begins roaring louder and louder. Teo goads them into a frenzy, and just as the noise reaches its zenith, he bows and exits the ring.
A handheld camera rocks in the hand of an unknown film-maker as he creeps slowly down the condiments aisle of a supermarket, the lens focused all the while on a family some thirty or forty yards in front. Ketchup, mayonnaise, chutneys of all flavors and origins pass by as he remains distant from the scene he captures, not wanting to be seen. David Sanchez, Sammantha Sanchez and their son Kayden carry on their lives, obliviously placing items into their trolley as the heavy breathing of the cameraman fades when they stop. Not wanting to arouse suspicion, the owner of the camera immediately turns his attention to the shelves on his left, obscuring the footage so that all which can be seen is a selection of jarred pickles and olives. The camera shakes and tremors as he trembles with fear, had he been spotted?
“Kayden, stop scuffing your feet.”
Sammantha’s voice is stern as she scolds her son for dragging his feet on the vinyl floor, the camera briefly turning on the scene to see David lifting his son into a fireman’s carry as they turn the corner and vanish into the next aisle. A sigh of relief is heard as the makeshift biographer begins to follow his targets, speeding up as he turns the corner after them and waits at the plinth section between the two aisles for clan Sanchez to get a little further away. Waiting until they are almost at the end of this aisle he begins to stalk behind them again, the point of focus placed directly on Knives, or as directly as one could allow with such low-budget filming equipment. Ignoring David and Kayden who have already taken the corner in merriment our amateur documentary maker zooms in, the pixels taking a moment to clarify as he begins heavily breathing again; the scene fading out as an unfamiliar voice punctuates the footage.
“Four fifteen in the afternoon, grocery shopping, no noteworthy occurances.”
WCF PEOPLE'S TITLE MATCH
SPENCER ADAMS vs ALEX RICHARDS
Assassin by Muse comes on as strobe lights flicker at the entrance way and a blue smoke fills the stage, as Kyle Steel announces the beginning of the match, following with Zach Davis and Gravedigger comments...
Kyle Steel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE NEXT MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! IT IS FOR THE WCF PEOPLE'S TITLE! FIRST, THE CHALLENGER! WEIGHING IN AT 190 POUNDS AND COMING TO US FROM CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, "THE ANTIDOTE" SPENCER ADAMS!!!
Zach Davis: And here we are with YET ANOTHER title defense here tonight.
Gravedigger: Here comes Spencer Adams, fresh from his alliance with the DRG, as he cut ties not too long ago. Thoughts?
Zach Davis: Well, it seems that in order to get anywhere in the WCF, you have to have stable allies. Spencer Adams struggled for a few months, before finding his feet and using them to bolt from the Dark Riders Gang.
Gravedigger: Or maybe the DRG are really going in a bad direction, and he's the first indication of it. Either way, another opportunity for Spencer to attain People's Title gold, as he rushes to the ring to face off against the incumbent champion, Alex Richards...
"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.
As soon as Spencer's music ends, Alex Richards' music begins, as the opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears the People's Championship over his left shoulder.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zim-Quila... HE IS THE CURRENT AND REIGNING PEOPLE'S CHAMPION!!! "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself. Spencer Adams and Alex Richards glare at each other, as Alex hands the People's Title over to the referee, who holds it up for the crowd to see, as Zach and Digger talk about Alex Richards...
Zach Davis: Few weeks removed from when Richards picked up the People's Title, after one hell of a run with the Internet Title!
Gravedigger: And Spencer Adams taking one more shot at the People's Title, now that Alex Richards holds it in lieu of his fellow PANTHEON stablemate Crow, who ironically enough walked out with the Internet Title.
Zach Davis: They traded titles, and I must say I anticipated a higher finish from both men.
Gravedigger: It was a super-competitive match and I must say there was many surprises that night at Ultimate Showdown...
Zach Davis: And there's the bell, and Alex with the obvious weight advantage, as he easily puts Spencer in a corner, and the referee calls for a break. Alex breaks, then nails Spencer with a hard chop, as the fans respond with...
Alex picks Spencer up and swats him across the chest for a second time, as the fans again go...
Alex then grabs up Spencer and slings him across the ring with an Irish Whip, as Alex comes in with an Running Back Elbow...
Zach Davis: AND SPENCER DUCKS OUT, AS ALEX EATS A TURNBUCKLE WITH HIS ELBOW!
Gravedigger: Ah, Spencer got lucky, as him slamming into that turnbuckle is what knocked him down, rather than him avoiding anything on purpose.
Zach Davis: Well, that's not stopping Spencer Adams from mounting an offense, as he hits the ropes and brings Richards down with a running bulldog. Spencer back on his feet, as he rebounds off the ropes and a senton splash on Richards. First cover of the match!
Gravedigger: Its going to take much more than THAT to flatten Richards. He may be thick in the brainpan, but he's NOT fragile!
Zach Davis: True, as he's proven in his last Internet Title run. But Spencer with the advantage, as he pulls Richards up and...
Gravedigger: Richards with a surprise headbutt, and he nails Spencer with a Hot Shot into the ropes!
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams back on his feet! STO by Richards and a cover!!!
Gravedigger: Ooh, that was a close one for Spencer Adams, as Richards gets on top of Spencer Adams now, and continuously headbutts Spencer Adams...
Zach Davis: Oh God, and the referee is starting to break it up, as Richards is now pulling Spencer Adams to his feet...
Gravedigger: JAWBREAKER ON RICHARDS!!! Spencer Adams into the opposite ropes, and a SHOULDER BLOCK THAT SENDS RICHARDS OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
Zach Davis: Referee with the count, as Spencer Adams hits the ropes again... HE FLIES OVER THE TOP ROPE...
Gravedigger: SUICIDE DIVE CONNECTS ON RICHARDS OUTSIDE! AND NOW BOTH MEN ARE DOWN, AS THE REFEREE RESTARTS THE COUNT!!!
Zach Davis: Definitely a highlight-reel move there by Spencer Adams, but Alex Richards seems to be recovering faster than Spencer...
Gravedigger: Spencer took a risk, and it only slowed the beast down. And Alex is a brick, if history has proven nothing. Man was built to take punishment, it seems...
Richards gets to his feet by the count of Six, as he pulls Spencer up and rolls him into the ring. Alex slides into the ring, as Spencer gets to his feet, bolting across the ring, as Digger says...
Gravedigger: SNEAKY! ADAMS WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE ON RICHARDS, AS HE GOES BACK OUTSIDE AND INTO THE GUARDRAILS!
Zach Davis: And Spencer Adams on the top rope with a balancing act... AND DOWN ON RICHARDS HE GOES WITH A TOP ROPE SPLASH TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
Gravedigger: Another highlight-reel maneuver from Spencer Adams, as Alex Richards takes two high-risk maneuvers in a row. Rookie underdog Spencer Adams has clearly taken control of this match!
Spencer grabs a hold of Richards, who stayed hung up on the guardrail, as he maneuvers him over to the ring apron, and manages to lift Richards up into the ring at the count of 8, as Zach Davis says...
Zach Davis: Feat of strength from Spencer Adams just to get Richards into the ring...
Gravedigger: That should tell you right there how much Spencer wants this match. Spencer himself in the ring now, and a pinfall attempt on Richards!
Zach Davis: Good ring awareness from Richards, as Spencer makes a rookie mistake that the veteran champion capitalizes on!
Gravedigger: And this is why I foresee Richards having an equally long reign with the People's Title, just like he did with the Internet Title...
Spencer gets to his feet, dragging Richards up with him, before jumping over the ropes, and setting up for Richards to turn around, as Spencer gets himself onto the middle of the top rope. He springs off, grabbing Richards by the head, going for the Flying Knee Plancha...
Zach Davis: Richards counters with a power bomb! Richards quickly pulls Spencer Adams to his feet...
Gravedigger: ZIMQUILLA HANGOVER! ALEX GOES FOR THE COVER...
Gravedigger: OH, AND BARELY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Zach Davis: WOW! And Richards just slings his challenger into the turnbuckles, and in with a knee to the guts...
Gravedigger: Yeah, gotta give credit to Spencer Adams for having the guts to show up, tonight. Lotta good those are doing him right now. As Richard starts setting him up for a power bomb off the top ropes...
Zach Davis: SANITY SLIP!!!
Gravedigger: NO! SPENCER ADAMS WITH A FRANKENSTEINER OFF THE TOP OF THE TURNBUCKLES!
Zach Davis: And now neither man is moving, as the referee starts the 10-count...
Zach Davis: Up to four, now, and no movement from either man, so far...
Gravedigger: So far, a much better match than I anticipated. I thought Richards was going to squash Adams like a bug, but now we've got movement from Adams!!!
The crowd pops, as Spencer works the ropes to get to his feet, as Richards starts rolling himself to the edge of the opposite side of the ring that Spencer is on, as both men regain their feet at the count of 8, as both men look down the ring at each other, before the move to the center of the ring...
Zach Davis: And Alex Richards initiating a grapple...
Gravedigger: Spencer Adams slips it, and he gets the back of Alex Richards. Spencer with a sleeper-hold!
Zach Davis: Richards goes to counter with a jawbreaker, and Spencer goes flying back, as Richards shakes the hold off!
Gravedigger: This has been a pretty good back-and-forth, as Alex gets to his feet, and grabs a hold of Spencer...
Zach Davis: Spencer breaks the grasp of Alex Richards, and slams a fist into the dome of Richards! And another!
Gravedigger: Richards counters with a superkick, but Adams duck the kick, and takes Richards down with a single-leg takedown!
Zach Davis: But Richards grabbing the hair of Spencer Adams, as he halts the progress of "The Antidote". The referee admonishing him for such tactics.
Gravedigger: Adams started the brawling, and Richards is rolling with the punches! Love how the referee picks and chooses to enforce the rules!
Zach Davis: It was effective enough, as Richards tosses Spencer Adams off of him by his hair, no less, as both men get to their feet, and...
Gravedigger: Spencer with the kick straight to the gut! Richards doubled over and Spencer plants him skull first with a DDT!
Zach Davis: Where did that even come from?! Richards looks like he's on dream street and Spencer goes for the pin.
Gravedigger: Richards kicks out!
Zach Davis: Spencer not wasting energy as he gets to his feet, pulling Richards up with him.
Gravedigger: But Richards counters! Richards with a jab to the face and he's going for the Zim-Quila Hangover!
Zach Davis: But Spencer counters it! Spencer now lifting Richards up and he hits him with the vaccine!
Gravedigger: Spencer with the cover!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Zach Davis: And we have a new People's Champion!
The crowd looks to be in shock that Alex Richard's reign as People's Champion is over so soon. But shock soon changes to applause as Spencer is handed the People's Title by the referee.
Gravedigger: And for the first time in his career, Spencer Adams is holding WCF gold!
Spencer holds up his newly won title as he looks shocked himself. Wednesday Night goes to commercial as the crowd lets out a "SPEN-CER AD-AMS" chant.
ANOTHER UNEXPLAINED SEGMENT!
Again we are taken back through the optical lens of a handheld camera which this time focuses through a glass window and gazes into a luxurious kitchen. Sammantha is taking a roast of some kind out of the oven whilst David and Kayden set the dining table, placing three sets of forks and knives at their respective places upon the oak table. The camera shakes as it bobs up and down, showing more window-ledge than actual content at times, but this was necessary if the perpetrator was not to be caught. A soft breeze is the only audio heard, the double-glazed windows preventing any noise from inside the house being eavesdropped upon. The occasional cricket is heard chirping, but aside from that, nothing. Just breathing, a sweeping wind and this unexplained footage.
“Seven thirty in the evening, family dinner, nothing out of the ordinary.”
This unknown voice echoes again, leaving nothing but confusion in its wake. The grainy, amateur footage continues on to see Sammantha setting down the roast; now identified as ham, being placed in the center of the table as David approaches it with a carving knife. Sammantha helps her son onto a chair near the far end of the table and pushes him in while David begins to saw through the roasted ham, cutting it into slices as the scene fades out.
We cut away from the arena to a service tunnel deep in the bowels of the building, the crew who are standing at our end are muttering amongst themselves, nobody seems to know why they are there and the producer who came along seems just as clueless helplessly pointing out that this was simply where they were told to be and then the whistling starts. At the far end the figure of a man appears bathed in the bright light that fills that end of the tunnel. The man begins leisurely strolling towards them only a silhouette is visible but as the man gets nearer certain features become visible, he is wearing a sweater with the hood pulled up, as he gets even closer he reaches out his hands and runs them along the close walls of their tiny space, he drops his head at this point using the hood to obscure his face, finally he reaches a spot where he is visible via the crews spotlight and he slowly brings his hands into the centre of the camera's shot closing his fingers into fists revealing 2 words tattooed across his knuckles reading "HERE, GOES"
Figure: Ladies and Gentlemen for those of you who don't recognise these allow me to introduce myself
He pulls back his hands slowly reaching up and taking down his hood to reveal a grinning face
Figure: My name is Jordan Adeus Punkin Caliban, I am the artful dodger of pro wrestling, the most edge of your seat shit your pant's performer in this industry AND I AM REBORN! No longer does the man in front of you chase after a pointless belt that meant nothing to anyone but him, no longer do twitter feuds and shit talk hold a place in his heart. I stand before you no longer as Pantheon's whipping boy, no longer the guy so obsessed with being the centre of this sports evolution that he forgot what it takes to bring that evolution about. I have always been the fastest thinking competitor in this business but now I am thinking a whole new way and as for the demons in my head
Caliban pulls his hood back up and the light in the room changes, no longer the standard synthetic white of a light bulb the entire area seems to become tainted with orange, on Caliban's face strange shapes move into place around the only visible features left by the shadows, his eyes and his bright white smile, his voice however does not take on Punkin's usual annoying high pitched squeal instead sounding more like a swarm of mosquito's advancing across a wide open field
Caliban: Let's just say the gangs all here.... INCOMING!
Jordan Caliban returns to Sunday Night Slam this week.
Kings of Leon hits the airwaves. Crowd instantly boos.
Gravedigger: OH what the hell is this about?
Zach Davis: I thought he was joking when he said he was going to be here. Ugh.
Gravedigger: This won't be fun.
Torture walks out in swim trunks and a shitty lookin' hawaiian short sleeve button up shirt. Actually, Daniels, Tank, and Avery all dressed nearly the same. Torture leads the T.o.T down the ramp with his Hardcore Championship title belt wrapped snug around his waist. He's pointing out at the crowd as if he's a face. He is not a face. He's a giant douchebag troll. Torture walks up the steps half-heartedly dancing to his own theme music..
Zach Davis: Is he dancing?
Gravedigger: You call that dancing?
Zach Davis: Well no, I don't.
Torture grabs the microphone as his music fades out. His team stands firmly behind him. Torture goes to speak but the crowd just booos insanely.
Zach Davis: WCF fans letting him know what they think!
Torture busts up laughing..
Torture: I MISSED YOU TOO!
Torture chuckles to himself. As if he's some sort of comedian.
Torture: Look, look, I don't want to play games and come out here and pander to you idiots, so I'll keep it short and sweet!
Torture: Here's the scoop! Last month I defended my World Heavyweight Hardcore Championship.. of the World.. live on Sunday Night Slam. And because I defended my prestigious Championship, my contract states I can take up to four weeks off.. and guess what? I did! Buwaha!
Torture: I accidentally missed Ultimate Showdown though, and to be really honest with you guys, if I was able to make it, and compete, I would have been YOUR WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!
Zach Davis: He was able to compete folks, don't let him manipulate you..
Torture: My point is, I guess it kind of made some of the boys in the back jealous. You know with all their drama and grimey weird fetishes like Bates kissing dudes..
Tort turns to Avery.
Torture: I'M PRETTY SURE IT WAS HIM DUDE.. LIKE FIFTY PERCENT SURE..
Avery and the rest of the team shake their head no.
Torture: Or their weird fetish with bitching and crying all the time, anyways, while they were busy with all that nonsense bullshit I guess they decided as a group that they would also bitch about my contract, but look. I didn't make the contract up! I didn't create that clause!
Avery leans in. He whispers something to Torture.
Torture: Correction! I made that contract! I created that clause! But my point still stands.. I'm YOUR World Heavyweight Hardcore Champion and I'm willing to defend my Championship here tonight not once... but TWICE!
Torture jumps in the air celebrating as if he's going to witness the match himself. Torture is high-fiving the rest of his team. Just completely trolling. Oh by the way, the crowd is half-cheering.
Gravedigger: Has to be a catch, yeah?
Zach Davis: With Torture, I never know..
Torture: So ladies and ugly men let's ask for this World Heavyweight Hardcore Championship match to begin! Send em' out!
A ref runs down the ramp and gets into the ring and takes the Hardcore Championship title and hands it to an official at ringside. The Team of Torture stand off to the side as Torture leans against the ropes 'awaiting' his opponent.
Zach Davis: I'm being told through my head-set that this is a legit Championship match.. well, TWO legit matches!
Gravedigger: Wow. Well, let's see..
"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by the Offspring hits.
Zach Davis:... uhm WHAT?!
Gravedigger: NO WAY..
A four foot five little man comes running out with a Maple leaf on his jersey! He taunts with the crowd who were cheering and are now booing.
Gravedigger: What the hell?!
Torture: WRESTLING FANS!! Coming down to the ring to face the greatest Champion of all time; Torture.. he IS... UMEGA!!
Zach Davis: Umega?! Is this some sort of sick joke!?
Gravedigger: You know, I knew there was something up with this.
Zach Davis: Look at Torture in the ring, Digger. Laughing it up. Douchebag city.
Torture is indeed hamming it up, laughing uncontrollably in the ring. Umega gets into the ring and the ref rings the bell as Tank delivers the stiffest big boot in WCF history to Umegas face!
Zach Davis: OH my GOD! That could have killed this poor kid.
Gravedigger: Yeah, I don't know what's going on with this.
Torture scurries quickly and pins Umega.
The ref counts ONE. TWO. THREE.
Torture stands up and jumps into the arms of Avery and Daniels! The ref raises his hand! Torture continues celebrating as officials are taking Umega out of the ring. Torture is celebrating like it's the biggest win of his life. As if he just pinned Logan, or Slickie T, or Price, or Corey Black. Torture grabs the microphone!
Torture: You see that?! BUWAHAHAHA. ONE DOWN ONE TO GO BITCHES!! TORTURE JUST DESTROYED HIM! HES A NOBODY! HES A CRYBABY! HES A QUITTER! NOBODY CAN STEP TO THIS! NOBODY CAN TAKE THIS TEN POUND WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT HARDCORE CHAM-
"Over and Under" by Egypt Central hits the P.A. system.
Torture stops dead in his tracks and reels back into the turnbuckles. Team of Torture quickly turn their attention to the stage.
The crowd is going fucking insane.
Zach Davis: SAY IT AINT SO!
Gravedigger: TORTURE IS IN TROUBLE NOW!
Zach Davis: THIS CAN'T BE... OH MY GOOODDDDD!!!!!!
A man walks out onto the stage and the crowd noise grows larger. The man takes off his black sweatshirt and it is clearly not Jay Omega. The crowd boos.
Zach Davis: WHAT.. THE HELL?!
The man is wearing a jersey with the letter J on it and he turns to show it says OMEGA across the back.
Gravedigger: We just received a note here this is.. J. Omega..
Zach Davis: J. Omega?
Gravedigger: (Sigh) This is getting out of hand.
Zach Davis: This isn't even subtle.. this.. is.. this is bad.
Torture is in the ring laughing like a maniac. The rest of the team are high-fiving and patting each other on the back. Really hamming it up. The crowd is booooooooooing loud.
Torture: YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR GUYS FACE! YOU REALLY THINK HES GONNA COME OUT?!!? HAHAHA YOU THINK THAT CHILD IS COMING OUT?!?! BUWAHAHAHHA
J. Omega gets into the ring taunting as if he's looking for a real fight. Torture stops him as he's still trying to come down from laughing so hard. He wipes his eyes and continues cutting his promo.
Torture: Listen.. buwaha-- lis--Listen! Stop it. Listen, folks, J. Omega.. you're his cousin or something, right?
J. Omega: YAH! ME HIS COUSIN! LETS FIGHT YAH?
Torture: Buwahaha- He even sounds stupid like him! Oh this is great! Oh this is fantastic, listen, Omega, listen.. J. Omega.. listen, I'm sorry bud, we brought you out here to.. well do this..
Tort drops the mic as Daniels drops Omega with a stiff side kick to the face. Omega goes down.
Zach Davis: I'm not really sure if he's a real cousin or not?
Gravedigger: Yeah, I'm totally not gettin' this. We haven't had the best morale in the back with the true Omega and WCF. This is an issue that doesn't need to be poked.
Zach Davis: Completely agree, Digger. I don't know why this is happening.
Torture picks up Omega and delivers a Tortures Device. Tort pins, ONE. TWO. THREE.
Torture kicks Omega out of the ring and grabs the microphone.
Torture: OH MY GOD I BEAT OMEGA!!! OH MY GOD!!!
Crowd boos HARD. Torture is so excited he's having a mini seizure falling into Daniel's and Avery's arms.
Torture: OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE IT!!! IM CUMMING AND DYING!! IM CUMMING AND DYING!!!
Crowd is booing hard still. Torture continues his seizure on the ground and the Team of Torture guys are trying to stand him up. Torture grabs the mic and acting as if he's out of breath.
Torture: Guys.. WOO!!! I DID IT!!! I... Fans.. I literally beat J. Omega the TRUE number one contender to my World Heavyweight Hardcore Championship! I'm THE MAN! I did it! I'm the worlds greatest World Heavyweight Hardcore Champion of the World.. THE GREATEST!
Zach Davis: I.. im.. speechless.
Gravedigger: I have no words.
Torture: I've taken down old ladies, little kids, or whatever, and now I've beaten May-HAM, I've beaten UMEGA and J. Omega! All the boys in the back are scared now! They're all scared! Probably bitching, crying, and textin' their agents or the boss. "Ohhh wahwah Torture beat everywun im a wittle baby boo boo poopoo cahcah" STUPID BABIES! Cry some more you big pile of shits. You guys couldn't hack it in the old days, you boys can't hack it now! Ya'll are losers! Get used to it! TEAM OF TORTURE IS HERE TO STAY!
Torture throws the mic down and falls into Tanks arms. Tank picks him up and puts him over his shoulder and Team of Torture leave the ring to Kings of Leon's Crawl. Torture is over the shoulder of Tank still woopin' and hollerin'! "WE DID IT! IM THE GREATEST HARDCORE CHAMPION EVER!!"
WCF TELEVISION TITLE MATCH
COREY BLACK vs JONNY FLY
COREY BLACK vs JONNY FLY
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear. The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Wrestling Championship Federation Television Championship!
Crowd pops. They like title matches.
Zach Davis: And this crowd here tonight in Reading is on their feet for one of WCF's all time greats. A 5 time WCF World Champion, a Hall Of Famer and one of the few veterans remaining from WCF's infancy, Corey Black is a man that gets respect because he earned it.
Gravedigger: What, did he slip you a twenty before this match?
Zach Davis: He didn't, actually. I'm simply stating the facts.
Gravedigger: Well whoopty doo. When are you going to remind everyone of my accomplishments?
Zach Davis: I'm pretty sure you do a good enough job of that yourself.
Corey slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow. The crowd, showing appreciation for Black, begins throwing black and purple streamers into the ring at him. There's a hint of a smile on the always serious face of Black as he heads for his corner to warm up.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Gravedigger: Well if you're going to be so obviously pro-Corey Black tonight, then I'm going to talk about the real competitor here tonight. Let's talk about the 4 time WCF World Champion. The man that stormed into WCF in 2011 and took no prisoners on his way to the top. This man has already punched his ticket into the Hall Of Fame and he's still in his prime with no signs of slowing down.
Zach Davis: ...I've never heard you talk so nice about someone before. He DID slip you a twenty, didn't he?
Gravedigger: What? No. I feel very strongly about Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: Wait. Is that an index card in your hand? Did he write what he wanted you to say about him?
Gravedigger: I have no idea what you're talking about. Now if you'll excuse me, I see the soda vendor and I'm rather parched.
Zach Davis: You have a Diet Coke right there!
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘The Most Dominant Wrestler in WCF History.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on the ring throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the canvas. He stops and takes a few moment to prepare himself before finally sliding into the ring. Flash holding the TV Title up high as he steps toward the center of the ring. The referee moves in to keep some space between him and Black, who's got his eyes on Fly from his corner. Fly now lowering the belt so he can point to the nameplate as the referee has him take a few steps back. Kyle Steel comes into the ring for the formal introductions as Fly hands the title off to the referee.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, to my left, the challenger. Weighing in at 212 pounds, he hails from The Dethfort...COREY BLACK!
Giant pop. More streamers come flying into the ring. Fly seems annoyed as he pulls some off his shoulders and rips them. That only entices the crowd to direct their streamers at him.
Zach Davis: Oh this is gold. I swear I just saw Corey Black break and actually chuckle.
Gravedigger: This is an outrage! Jonny Fly deserves respect, not having these morons throw cheap tissue paper at him!
Fly demanding the referee do something about the streamers immediately, so some officials scramble to clear the ring.
Kyle Steel: And introducing next, to my right, he is the current reigning and defending WCF Television Champion. Weighing in tonight at 230 pounds, from New York, New York...JONNY FLY!
Massive heat for Fly. Not a cheer to be heard anywhere in the crowd. Fly rips the TV Title away from the referee and holds it up again for the crowd and Corey Black to see, yelling that he is the greatest of all time. The boos get even louder as the referee asks for the title back. Fly now getting in Black's face until they're nose to nose, the TV Title so close to Black's cheek he can probably feel the coldness of the gold plates. Jonny with some trash talk, trying to invoke some kind of reaction but Black is as stone faced as ever. The referee again asking for the title back and Fly complies, turning to hand it over. Black turns to head back to his corner until the bell when Fly grabs him by the arm and spins him back around.
Zach Davis: Oh crap!
Fly now with his hand out, demanding that Black shake it before the bell. Black looking at the hand and then at the face of Fly. Black questioning the intent, but he reaches out to shake hands. Fly pulls back and slaps Black across the face as the crowd gasps.
Jonny Fly: You don't turn your back to me! I'm the grea-
Fly cut off as Black unloads a massive elbow to the face. Fly knocked backward as the referee rushes to get in between them. Black now all sorts of fired up as he's trying to tear past the referee to get at Fly, who's retreated to his corner and is checking his nose for blood.
Gravedigger: What the hell kind of cheap shot was that? Jonny Fly could have a broken nose!
Zach Davis: Cheap shot? The hell was Fly thinking slapping Black in the face?
Gravedigger: Fly already felt insulted by this crowd throwing streamers at him, and then Black turning his back to him was just a slap in the face to the greatness that is Jonny Fly. So Fly gave him a slap right back.
Zach Davis: Turned his back to him? He was going to his corner! People do it every match!
Gravedigger: Well Black should have waited for the champion to leave first. Show some respect for the G.O.A.T.
Fly in his corner, nose blood free, as the referee finally gets Black back to his. The referee with a stern warning to both before he steps away and signals for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Black comes out of his corner and Fly immediately drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Fly rips his TV Title out of the hands of a ringside official and heads for the ramp.
Jonny Fly: I DON'T NEED THIS! I'M BETTER THAN YOU AND ALL OF THESE PEOPLE!
The referee now leaving the ring to head off Fly, telling him he'll count him out if he doesn't get back in the ring.
Jonny Fly: Count me out! I don't care! I'm too good for this second rate show!
Black is having none of this and he hits the ropes. Black now flying across the ring before hitting a somersault senton over the top rope and into Fly.
Crowd: DUB-SEE-EFF! DUB-SEE-EFF! DUB-SEE-EFF!
The referee barely avoids getting taken out as Fly is taken to the ground. The crowd around the barricades is on their feet and hyped as Black gets back up to his feet, pulling Fly up with him. The referee is done trying to tell them to take it back into the ring and he slides in before starting a 10 count. Black now shoving Fly up against the barricade before unloading onto his chest with a chop. He follows it up with a second chop before hitting him with a back elbow into the face.
Corey now pulling Fly away from the barricade before he turns him around and lifts him up. Black trying to crotch Fly on the barricade but Jonny gets his feet up and pushes off the barricade, sending Black back into the apron. Fly drops to his feet and hits Black with a european uppercut.
Fly with a back body drop that leaves Corey holding his back before he slides into the ring.
Black now to his feet by the apron. Fly hits the ropes and tries a baseball slide to the face. Black sees it coming though and avoids it before grabbing Fly by the leg. Black with the point of the elbow right to the kneecap as the referee tries to break it up. Black now wrenching the knee, bending it in ways it's not supposed to go as the referee's 5 count reaches 3. Black with one last torque before he rolls into the ring to avoid the disqualification. The referee getting in Black's face about the rules but Black doesn't seem interested as he tries to go after Jonny. Fly demanding he be kept back as he holds onto the ropes. Black is forced to stay back as Fly takes his time pulling himself to his feet but then he immediately begins to point at his knee.
Gravedigger: OH NO! Please God don't let Jonny be injured! We need him to keep WCF alive!
The referee checks on Jonny, who is saying that he can't put weight on his leg. Black isn't buying it but the referee is telling him to stay back. Fly tries to stand on both legs and he lets out a yell of pain. The referee throws up an X with his arms as the crowd begins to boo.
Gravedigger: Oh God! It's the knee! It's the knee! Why would you let this happen? WCF is going to have to close it's doors!
The referee now letting Fly put his arm around him so he can take the weight off his bad leg. Medics appear on the stage and head down the ramp as the referee leads Fly to the ropes. Black still isn't buying it and he goes after Fly. The referee sees him coming and fights to keep him back as Fly yells about his career being over now. The referee gets Fly to the ropes where the medics are waiting to help him out of the ring. Black makes one last move to get at Fly and Jonny shoves the referee into Black. Fly now tossing the referee over the top rope and into the medics at ringside before catching Black with a Superkick with his supposed bad leg.
Zach Davis: What a liar!
Gravedigger: You mean genius!
The crowd boos as Fly takes a bow.
Gravedigger: Give that man an Oscar! Eat your heart out Daniel Day Lewis, this is the greatest actor of our generation.
Fly now dropping to his knees beside Corey and he lifts his head up off the mat. Fly with a stiff right hand to the face. Then a second and third. Now he's got his forearm jammed into his face, dragging it back and forth. Fly back up to his feet and he digs into his pants before pulling out a bag of Hot Fries. He pops open the bag and munches on a few before dumping the rest onto Black's face. Fly with a boot to the face, trying to stomp the spicy treat into Black's eyes.
Gravedigger: The Hot Fly!
Corey now writhing in pain on the mat as he tries to wipe the Hot Fries from his eyes. Fly lets out a laugh as he pulls Black to his feet and leads him to the corner. Fly throws him into it and delivers a boot to the gut before shoving him back upright. Fly takes a few steps back and then runs at Black, leaping through the air and hitting him with a big splash. Black stumbles out of the corner and Fly levels him with a spinning European Uppercut.
Gravedigger: Discus Fly!
Black crumples to the mat as Fly shakes his head. Fly now calling for a new referee as the old one is still out on the ground being looked at by medics. One comes running out from the back as Fly heads for the corner. The new referee slides into the ring while Fly climbs to the top rope. The crowd boos and Fly answers them by striking Black's signature elbow pose. The boos intensify to near deafening levels as Fly leaps off the top rope.
Gravedigger: The Fly Swatter!
Fly with the headbutt to the heart of Black. He covers him for the pin.
Zach Davis: BLACK KICKS OUT! BLACK KICKS OUT!
Gravedigger: THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT! THAT REFEREE IS BIASED!
The crowd is going nuts as replays are shown on the jumbotron and Black's shoulder clearly gets up a half second before the three count. Fly scrambles to his feet and he gets right in the referee's face. The referee shows Jonny two fingers and Fly shows him one. Fly turning back to Black and he kicks him in the ribs before heading back to the corner.
Gravedigger: That's it Jonny! Put him out of his misery!
Fly on the top rope and he leaps off with another Fly Swatter. But Black moves! Black rolls out of the way and Fly hits nothing but mat. Both men down on the mat as the referee starts a 10 count.
Black the first to stir as he tries to sit up. Fly pushing himself up as well now. Fly tries to get all the way up but Black grabs him from behind and yanks him back down. Black with the hold from behind and he raises the elbow.
Zach Davis: FOR VICTORY OR DEATH!
Black with elbows straight to the side of the head as the crowd tries to count along. Fly trying to get free but Black has the hold in too tight.
Gravedigger: Come on Jonny! Don't give up!
Fly trying to tuck his knees under him to sit up higher and get free as Black refuses to let him go. Fly with an arm under the leg of Black and he uses his last bit of strength to raise himself and Black up from his knees. Black still throwing elbows until Fly grabs him by his head and flips him over. But Black lands on his feet! Fly tries to throw a right hand but Black blocks it and spins him around. Black with an Electric Chair, using his freaky strength to get the bigger Fly up on his shoulders. Black takes a step toward the ropes and throws Fly forward. Fly lands on the top rope and Black simultaneously jumps onto the middle rope, grabs Fly and delivers a slingshot head and arm suplex.
Zach Davis: What in the hell was that?!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Black doesn't waste a second of momentum as he crawls on top of Fly and hooks the leg.
Gravedigger: FLY KICKED OUT! YES! OH THANK YOU GOD!
Black sits up, looking at the referee in disbelief that Fly could kick out of such a move.
Zach Davis: That look on Corey Black's face says it all. What in the hell is it going to take to keep Jonny Fly down?
Black pushing himself up to his feet as Fly sits up on the mat. Black grabs Fly by the head, pulling Fly up. Corey ducks down and lifts Fly up onto his shoulders for the Burning Hammer.
Zach Davis: This is it! THIS IS IT!
Black has Fly up on his shoulders but Fly fights back with an elbow to the head. Another elbow. Black tries for the Burning Hammer but Fly is able to flip off and land on his feet. Fly with the side kick to the gut before he shoves Black into the ropes. Black comes back and Fly spins his whole body before delivering a huge European Uppercut under the chin on Black.
Gravedigger: A modified Discus Fly!
Fly goes for the top rope and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Fly leaps off and hits the Fly Swatter. And the cover.
[DING! DING! DING!]
"300 Violin Orchestra" hits the speakers as Fly rolls off of Black. The referee tries to help Fly to his feet but Fly grabs his Television Title and shoves him away. Fly up to his feet and he holds his TV Title high in the air to the boos of the crowd.
Gravedigger: HE DID IT! JONNY FLY DID IT! ALL IS RIGHT IN THE WORLD!
The referee checks on Corey Black as Fly scales the corner and celebrates as the crowd throws their remaining streamers at him in anger. Fly laughs and rips up the ones that land near him as the referee helps Black to sit up. Fly hops down and exits the ring as Wednesday Night comes to an end with a shot of Jonny Fly on the ramp, staring up at Corey Black in the ring on the jumbotron.