Post by Jayson Price on Aug 16, 2015 23:45:19 GMT -5
"Drunk And Crazy" by Mogwai hits as the cameras pick up the rabid WCF Universe in all it's glory. We go straight to the announce table.
Zach Davis: I hope you're all ready for some wrestling because we've got a full card tonight!
Freddy Whoa: 11, that's right 11, matches tonight! And it all culminates in a US Title Match between David Sanchez and the United States Champion, Thomas Bates.
Zach Davis: And I'm being told right now that we don't even have time for our usual rundown for the matches because of all the action tonight, so let's get this show going!
CALIBAN vs THE ULTIMATE DESTROYER
The Arena goes black and only the titan tron shows any light, a bright white circle of it at the end of a tunnel, the screen flickers with some static a couple of times showing a man in black advancing with every break in the video until he is standing before us with his fists raised to the screen with the word's "HERE GOES" tattooed across the knuckles.
A voice that sounds kind of like Bruce Lee rings out through the arena saying "Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless like water"answered by another older voice telling the people that this is not an easy thing to do, a samurai inspired instrumental with a hip hop beat plays across the arena as Caliban and Sinnesy Rose emerge from the curtain. Caliban is calm, his face intense hiding all the egotistical swagger that lies beneath, he drops to a knee and beckons the camera in close before holding up his fists showing the "here goes" tattooed across them, he then jumps up to his feet leaping high into the air and coming down with a massive bang screaming...
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, being accompanied by Sinnesy Rose! He weighs in at one hundred ninety-five pounds, hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, HE IS THE ARTFUL DODGER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING…J.P. CALIBAN!
Sinnesy stands behind him smiling at his behavior, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage getting in the face of the crowd, he reaches the bottom of the ramp and Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet in a 3 point stance. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with Sinnesy playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently whispering to each other as the other competitors music starts she kisses him and drops off the apron to the floor.
Kyle Steel: His opponent weighing in at four hundred pounds, from The Wasteland, he is… THE ULTIMATE DESTOYER!
Destroyer comes out through the curtain and runs down the ramp to air raid/police sirens. He jumps up on the ring and bounces around warrior style. Destroyer climbs in the ring and immediately charges Caliban with clubbing blows to the face. Destroyer takes the early advantage with a knee into the gut of the much smaller Caliban. Destroyer shoves Caliban back to a corner and starts laying in shoulder thrusts.
Zach Davis: The Ultimate Destroyer taking control early in this match.
Destroyer starts laying heavy elbows in on Caliban. Eventually Caliban collapses to the bottom of the corner. Destroyer pulls Caliban to his feet and drops him chest-first across the top rope, Caliban bounces off and falls to the mat.
Gravedigger: This Ultimate Destroyer guy is one really big mofo.
Destroyer steps on Caliban’s chest.
Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer just walking all over Caliban here.
Freddy Whoa: Literally.
Destroyer hits the ropes and drops a big elbow. But Caliban rolls out of the way.
Zach Davis: All four hundred pounds of Ultimate Destroyer crashing to the mat.
Caliban crawls to a corner and pulls himself up. Ultimate Destroyer charges in, BUT Caliban moves and Destroyer smashes into the turnbuckles. The big guy stumbles backwards and Caliban chops his leg out from under him.
Zach Davis: Caliban taking back control now with a chop to the lower extremities.
Freddy Whoa: We’ve got a huge show here tonight, Zach.
Zach Davis: That’s right, Sanchez challenging Thomas Uriel Bates for US Title.
The big man is down, but not for long as he stumbles back to his feet. Caliban charges in with a big drop kick.
Zach Davis: We also have one half of the new World Tag Team Champions, Joey Flash taking on the newest sensation in the WCF, Teo Del Sol.
Destroyer stumbles back to the ropes, but charges right back with a massive clothesline that Caliban ducks. Caliban doesn’t get time to attack as Destroyer immediately steps back with a big elbow to the side of Caliban’s head. Caliban is dizzy from the elbow and Ultimate Destroyer lays in a sledge-hammer blow to his back knocking him to the mat.
Zach Davis: The Ultimate Destroyer taking back control now.
Freddy Whoa: This big man is proving to be a challenge for Caliban here.
Gravedigger: No wonder the dude is seven fucking feet tall.
Zach Davis: We are still very early in this contest.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but when you’re in there with a seven-footer a match could end any second.
Ultimate Destroyer drags Caliban to a corner and climbs to the second rope, he jumps off dropping his big boot against the chest of Caliban. Ultimate Destroyer drops the boot several more times before yanking Caliban away the corner and covering him. Rob Livingston counts.
Caliban kicks out. Destroyer looks a bit frustrated, he yanks Caliban back to his feet and lifts him up in a big gorilla press position and starts lifting him above his head
Zach Davis: A big show of strength here by Ultimate Destroyer.
Destroyer drops Caliban to the mat behind him. Caliban lands on his feet, roll-up!
Destroyer kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Caliban trying to sneak away with a quick win.
Destroyer gets right back to his feet and Caliban charges in with a big flying elbow, he hits Destroyer right on the chin and the big man stumbles back to the ropes, Caliban starts kicking away at Ultimate Destroyer’s legs.
Zach Davis: Caliban getting back into this match and now targeting those tree trunk like legs of the seven-footer.
Destroyer is taking big kicks to the back of the leg, he desperately shoves Caliban away. Caliban runs to the ropes, comes off, big boot knocks Caliban to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: That’ll have your ass drinking through a straw.
Caliban is motionless after the big collision. Destroyer is a bit worse for the wear still recovering from the kicks to the leg. Destroyer takes a moment to walk over to Caliban and drop down for a cover. Livingston slaps the mat for the count.
Caliban kicks out.
Zach Davis: Only a two count.
Gravedigger: I think this big dude is going to have to do more than that.
Destroyer pulls Caliban back to his feet lifts him up into a body-slam and then throws him across the ring.
Zach Davis: The Ultimate Destroyer throwing Caliban around like a small child.
Freddy Whoa: What? Do you throw small children around?
Zach Davis: It’s just an expression, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe where you come from.
Caliban is in a corner trying to get back to his, Destroyer comes over and drives a big fist into Caliban’s gut. The referee Rob Livingston warns Destroyer to get Caliban out of the corner, Destroyer ignores this and starts raining down fists on Caliban.
Rob Livingston: One…two…three…four…five!
Destroyer is just ignoring the count. Rob Livingston pulls on the giant’s arms to get him out of the corner. He can’t budge the big man, but Destroyer takes great offense at being handled by Rob Livingston, he turns and stares down the ref while slowly stalking him, Rob backs away with his hands up in a guarded position.
Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer ignoring the count and now taking issue with our new referee Rob Livingston.
Destroyer backs Rob into the corner on the opposite side of the ring. Destroyer gives up on his stalking and heads back for Caliban. Destroyer yanks Caliban out of the corner and whips him to the opposite corner. Destroyer charges in at Caliban, but Caliban hops to the second rope and then leapfrogs backwars overtop of Destroyer. Destroyer catches Caliban however on his shoulder and turns around, Destroyer charges to the center of the ring for a running powerslam, but Caliban slips behind Destroyer and shoves him forward to the ropes with a drop kick. Destroyer falls forward into the ropes and Caliban runs up from behind and dumps Destroyer out of the ring.
Gravedigger: This isn’t a battle royal, but Caliban still doing a good job of getting the big man over the top rope.
Destroyer takes a moment to recover at ringside as Caliban climbs onto the apron. Caliban charges and catches Destroyer with a flying cross-body.
Zach Davis: The new superstar J. P. Caliban taking some risk while battling at ringside.
Rob Livingston: One!
Caliban takes a moment to get back to his feet, he’s clutching his chest a bit.
Rob Livingston: Two!
Caliban lays some kicks in on the big man at ringside, but it’s not enough to keep Destroyer down.
Rob Livingston: Three!
As Destroyer fights back to his feet Caliban climbs up onto the ring apron. Destroyer finally gets back to his feet.
Rob Livingston: Four!
Caliban starts kicking at Destroyer from the ring apron, stomping on the back of his head. Destroyer fights back yanking Caliban’s feet out from under him and Caliban falls back first to the apron before toppling to the floor.
Rob Livingston: Five!
Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer putting an end to that onslaught from the newcomer J. P. Caliban.
Rob Livingston: Six!
Destroyer slides back into the ring.
Rob Livingston: Seven!
Destroyer climbs back to his feet in the ring as the referee continues his count.
Rob Livingston: Eight!
Caliban is back to his feet at ringside, but quite groggy, he’s holding the back of his head which smacked the ring apron earlier. Caliban falls over while trying to grab the ring apron.
Rob Livingston: Nine!
Zach Davis: Caliban is in big trouble here.
Rob Livingston: Te—
Caliban dives back into the ring at the last second.
Freddy Whoa: J. P. barely making it back to the ring.
Destroyer goes right on the offensive, with clubbing blows to Caliban. Destroyer whips Caliban to the ropes, and hits him with a clothesline, but Caliban ducks and heads across to the other ropes. Caliban comes off and hits a big clothesline, Destroyer stumbles back to the ropes.
Zach Davis: The newcomer is going to need more than a clothesline to take down the big man.
Caliban charges at Destroyer, and Destroyer backdrops Caliban out of the ring. Caliban lands on the apron, immediately runs to a corner and starts climbing to the top rope.
Zach Davis: J. P. Caliban heading to the top.
Destroyer stumbles out to the middle of the ring as Caliban dives off the top rope with a cross-body. Destroyer catches Caliban.
Freddy Whoa: Ultimate Destroyer snatches J. P. right out of the air.
Destroyer has J. P. caught, but Caliban uses a series of elbows to fight out and Destroyer drops him on his feet. Caliban lays a quick kick to the gut and a DDT!
Gravedigger: J. P. Caliban finally taking the big man down.
Both men lay on the mat exhausted. The referee administers a count.
Rob Livingston: One! Two!
Zach Davis: J. P. Caliban needs to capitalize on this momentum, he’s taken quite a beating from the seven-footer, already.
Rob Livingston: Three! Four!
Destroyer stirs first, rolling to his belly and crawling towards a corner.
Rob Livingston: Five! Six!
Caliban takes longer to move, but he’s the first up to his feet. Caliban charges at Destroyer in the corner with a flying punch. Caliban just starts laying into Destroyer in the corner raining down strikes to the head.
Freddy Whoa: J. P. Caliban has turned into a savage.
Zach Davis: He’s all fired up.
Destroyer gets beaten down to the bottom of the corner where Caliban just starts stomping away on him. After several viscous strikes to the head, Caliban walks to the center of the ring and roars into the air before charging Destroyer with a massive dropkick.
Freddy Whoa: Look at the way his neck snapped back.
Gravedigger: Someone get a doctor this thing is over.
Zach Davis: I think he’s out!
Caliban drags the heavy four hundred pounder out of the corner and covers him. Livingston counts the fall.
Zach Davis: The Ultimate Destroyer kicking out.
Freddy Whoa: How is he even moving after that kick to the face?
Gravedigger: I think Caliban lost too much time dragging the big man out of the corner.
Zach Davis: I think you’re right, but what a brain scrambling kick that was to the face.
Freddy Whoa: I still can’t believe he kicked out, his eyes were glazed over.
Caliban gets back to his feet and stomps around firing himself up. Caliban pulls Ultimate Destroyer under a corner and heads to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: He’s going up now!
Zach Davis: What does this newcomer have in store?
Caliban dives off the top rope and hits a 630 splash!
Zach Davis: And he hits the CALIBOOM! THIS COULD BE IT!
Caliban hooks one of the big man’s massive legs for the cover, Rob Livingston is right there with the count.
3!!! The bell sounds and the crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: J. P. Caliban coming away with the pin after that impressive top rope splash. We should roll that clip one more time.
The clip of the 630 splash pops up on the screen.
Freddy Whoa: Caliban gets perfect rotation there.
We cut back to the ring where J. P. Caliban is on his feet getting his hand raised by the referee.
Alex Richards and Scarecrow enter the Pantheon locker room to find Corey Black and Jeff Purse already lounging around. Scarecrow walks to a couch and plops down while Alex Richards heads to the mini-fridge.
Scarecrow: Didn’t you watch the match?
Jeff Purse: Not really.
Alex Richards grabs a bottle and sits down in a chair to relax after his match.
Corey Black: Do you hear that?
A faint scratching sound can be heard from the door. Everyone looks confused.
Alex Richards: Did a stray cat sneak in here? Who’s got the catnip?
Scarecrow stands up and walks towards the door. He opens it, only to find nothing there. Confused, he shuts the door and looks towards the rest of Pantheon.
Scarecrow: It must have run off.
Just before Scarecrow can sit back down, the scratching is heard again.
Jeff Purse: Quiet, maybe it got spooked.
Scarecrow softly walks towards the door and gently opens it, but again finds nothing. He shuts the door and turns back towards his seat.
Scarecrow: Uh... what the hell?
Alex Richards: I don’t know.
Jeff Purse: Man, this is some paranormal activity shit here. What the hell?
Corey Black: Paranormal Activity?
The scratching begins again, only this time even louder. Alex Richards, Jeff Purse, and Corey Black shoot up, joining Scarecrow in standing and looking towards the door.
Corey Black: What the hell is going on!?
The scratching intensifies, sounding more like a rabid dog clawing at the door than a curious cat trying to get in.
Jeff Purse: Don’t open it!
Scarecrow: Man, don’t be scared. I’m going to see what this thing is.
Scarecrow rushes to the door even with the clawing growing louder and the sounds of a low growl now fills the room. Scarecrow grabs the handle, at first struggling with the vibration of the door. He turns the knob and pulls the door open...
Revealing nothing once again. Scarecrow looks at the door that in all reality should be showing clear signs of damage, but finds nothing. ‘Crow slams the door shut and begins to walk towards Pantheon.
The light bulbs in the room all grow brighter, intensifying as each member of Pantheon huddles close and stares at the strange scene. Scarecrow cocks his head, and looks closer at the lamp, trying to discover the source of the occurrence. As he steps forward, every single bulb explodes at the same time, engulfing the room in sudden darkness, accompanied by an even louder growl and ferocious clawing at the door.
Corey Black & Jeff Purse: SHIT!
Alex Richards: The fuck?!
The door begins to shake with the force of the clawing, and an eerie glow from the exterior lights shine through the shaking door. The growl resembles a pair of rabid dogs or wolves trying to break through the door.
Scarecrow: What the fuck is going on here!?
The door bursts open, shining light from the hallway and revealing... nothing. Slowly all of Pantheon walks towards the door, and peaks out, finding nothing. They each step out into the hallway, and stare at each other.
Alex Richards: What was that?
A crow caws and spreads is black wings, lifting up from a stack of tables across the hall, and flying towards Pantheon. It swoops down, missing Corey Black by mere inches as it flies by.
Jeff Purse: Fuck this shit!
With that, Jeff Purse and Corey Black depart, rushing down the hall and away from the locker room. Alex Richards follows behind a little slower, leaving Scarecrow staring at the dark room.
MITCH MORALES vs DOUG "THE THUG" MURDOCK
D’la viande cé murs by Les Ékorchés begins to play, as the lights go out in the arena, and white strobe lights activate, as the fans give a decidedly mixed response to the appearance of Doug Murdock onstage. Vinnie Briggs comes in behind him, but commentary is already going on, as Gravedigger says...
Gravedigger: And the fans don't seem as enthusiastic about Doug Murdock, fresh off of Wednesday Night.
Zach Davis: He brought up some valid points, but it seems to have fallen mostly on deaf ears. Nay, he may have alienated some of his fanbase as a result of Wednesday Night...
Doug rushes to the ring, hands out as he interacts with the fans who still wish to do so, before sliding into the ring, and popping up in the middle of the ring. 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 he awaits his opponent.
Doug's music comes to a finish, as the arena is darkened as the ominous words of the song begin to flow into the space...
"Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left"
As the music changes, strobe lights begin to flash across the stage in white and other colors in a cycle. Mitch 'El Mejor' Morales exits the curtains and stands on the stage before raising his arms out to his side and yelling out, "EL MEJOR!" He continues shuffling down the ramp way with a smirk on his face as he collides his palms with those fans reaching over the barrier towards him. He leaps to the apron before climbing the corner post and raising his arms out with a smirk on his face.
Zach Davis: And here comes Mitch "El Mejor" Morales...
Gravedigger: Well, he's fresh off of a Mejor Beatdown, courtesy of #BeachKrew, but he looks rather smug and confident coming into this match...
Zach Davis: I don't know if that's a wise strategy. This man is a younger, bigger, and just as vicious version of Gonzo, so far...
Gravedigger: And dumber. Don't forget that one...
The referee pats down both wrestlers, before calling for the bell. The bell sounds, as both men square off with each other and lock up. Doug easily leverages Mitch with his height and weight advantage, as Mitch counters by rolling off the ropes, and the struggling lock-up finds its way in the corner, with Doug pressing Mitch into the turnbuckles. The referee forces the break, as Doug backs out, and Mitch holds his hands up...
Zach Davis: Doug back in the middle of the ring, as he calls Mitch out to meet him.
Gravedigger: Mitch comes out to meet him, and another grapple initiated, as you see Mitch really digging into the mat, trying to put Doug into the corner...
Zach Davis: And once again, Doug puts Mitch into the corner, and the referee to break it up.
Gravedigger: Mitch, the face of frustration, as he tries to overpower Doug Murdock. And Doug doesn't seem to be thrilled about this exchange, either.
Zach Davis: Doug again calling out Mitch, as Mitch shouts back at Doug, before charging in with another grapple...
Gravedigger: And Doug not having any of that, as he snaps off a jab, and another, and another, as Mitch is back into the corner, and an uppercut floors Mitch into the corner...
Zach Davis: Doug just piling on the boots, as he stomps a mudhole into Mitch Morales to start off the match!
Gravedigger: Doug is pulling Mitch to his feet... Double underhook suplex into the middle of the ring! And this has gotten brutal and ugly fast!
Zach Davis: And Doug is pulling Mitch to his feet, slinging him into the ropes, popping off the other side...
Gravedigger: CROSS-CHECK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! AND DOUG THE THUG IS JUST SHOUTING OVER THE FALLEN BODY OF MITCH MORALES!
Zach Davis: And Doug Murdock basically blowing an opportunity to end it here and now, opting instead to drive a knee into the fallen Mitch Morales, as he begins to respond to the assault!
Gravedigger: Well, Doug has certainly kept to his word that he would take his time and pick apart Mitch Morales for everyone to see. He even promised grievous injuries to people until he got Jonny Fly, if I'm not mistaken.
Vinnie Briggs: You got that right.
Gravedigger: What, oh my God! I totally forgot you were here! Surprised you aren't bragging about how Doug has stomped the hell out of Morales so far!
Vinnie Briggs: Doug's doing enough talking for the both of us. Keep watching, this ain't over...
Zach Davis: And Mitch Morales avoids a knee drop, as Doug The Thug went to that well too many times...
Gravedigger: Maybe we can see an offense from Mitch that doesn't involve pushing boulders uphill...
Mitch gets to his feet, pulling Doug to his, before slinging him into the ropes. Mitch springs off of the opposite ropes, coming off with...
Vinnie Briggs: SON OF A BITCH!
Gravedigger: GIANT KILLER MOVE WITH A DRIVE BY!!! THE COVER...
Vinnie Briggs: Hell yeah!
Zach Davis: Kickout at two, and it was barely a two, at that!
Gravedigger: And he tossed Morales off of him WITH AUTHORITY!
Zach Davis: Morales back on his feet, but not fast enough to gain advantage on Doug Murdock!
Gravedigger: Morales going for another grapple, like its worked for him before...
Zach Davis: Doug swings a right at Morales, and he ducks it!
Vinnie Briggs: MOTHERFUCKER!
Zach Davis: Northern Lights Suplex! Referee counting...
Gravedigger: Out at one! And both men scrambling to their feet!
Vinnie Briggs: AND DOUGIE LEVELS HIS ASS WITH A RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE!
Zach Davis: The Thug waiting out Morales, and Doug with a power bomb in the middle of the ring! Morales is trying to crawl away in vain...
Gravedigger: Oh wow! Doug pulls him up, and in the air with a military press over his head!
Zach Davis: And back down to Earth he goes into the middle of the ring, as Mitch Morales is writing in pain in the middle of the ring.
Gravedigger: And even worse is that it doesn't look like Doug is finished with his assault.
Vinnie Briggs: Not by a long shot! Dougie's going to break his ass off a good one that people are going to remember for a long fuckin' time!
Doug goes to pull in Mitch Morales for more offense, when suddenly...
Gravedigger: And a sudden and sharp headbutt from Morales on Murdock!
Zach Davis: And Morales with a head of steam, as he drives Murdock backwards with driving punches to the body! The body! As he's lifting Murdock off the canvas with those uppercuts!
Vinnie Briggs: COVER UP, GODDAMMIT!!!
Gravedigger: SHOTS FIRED!!! AND MORALES CONNECTS WITH THE DRIVE BY ONE MORE TIME!
Zach Davis: And now Mitch Morales backs off, as he waits for Doug to regain his feet...
Vinnie Briggs: C'MON!!! LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!
As Doug turns, in comes Mitch, as he grabs Doug by the head, runs up the turnbuckles, and comes down into the middle of the ring with Doug "The Thug" Murdock, as he nails...
Zach Davis: ESCAPE PLAN ON MURDOCK!!! THE COVER!!!
Vinnie Briggs: OH MY GOD, I THINK I JUST MISCARRIED!!!
Gravedigger: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?!?!?
Zach Davis: And Morales continues his attack, as he's got Doug by the feet, and is now trying to roll him over...
Gravedigger: And a small package by Doug Murdock! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM!?!?!?
Zach Davis: And Morales is out of it before the referee could even register a count...
Vinnie Briggs: THE CLAW!!! DOUGIE'S GOT THE CLAW ON MORALES' FACE!!!
Gravedigger: OW!!! AND ANOTHER CLAW ON THE SHOULDER NERVE! AND THERE GOES MORALES' FEET UNDERNEATH OF HIM!!!
Zach Davis: The referee is asking if Morales gives up, but there seems to be no response! He raises the arm!!!
Gravedigger: Yeah, it falls limp. Morales is out...
The referee raises the arm two more times, and it falls limp two more times. The bell sounds, as D’la viande cé murs by Les Ékorchés begins to play, signaling the end of the match, as the referee raises the hand of Doug Murdock, who stands over the fallen Mitch Morales, as the mixture of cheers and boos rain down on him, while Vinnie Briggs departs the commentator booth to join his client in the ring, taking a microphone with him...
Gravedigger: Oh what the Hell...
Zach Davis: Looks like Vinnie Briggs snagged a microphone from here before leaving, and now it looks like Doug has something to say...
Doug Murdock: WHAT??? ARE YOU NOT HAPPY??? ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED? YOU WANTED TO SEE A MASSACRE, TO SEE A MAN BEATEN AND BROKEN DOWN, AND NOW THAT YOU HAVE THAT YOU'RE UNHAPPY??? OR DO YOU NOT THINK THAT I DESERVE A SHOT AT JONNY FLY???
The crowd pops at the mention of Doug Murdock and Jonny Fly, as Doug nods his head and says...
Doug Murdock: You hear that, Jonny? YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME!!! AND WHEN I GET A HOLD OF YOU, I'M GONNA BREAK YOU OFF WORSE THAN I JUST BROKE THIS CLOWN OFF!!! UNDERESTIMATE ME OR BLOW ME OFF, AND WATCH WHAT HAPPENS TO YOUR WHACK-ASS WHEN YOU GET INTO THE RING WITH ME! YOU CAN COUNT ON THAT SHIT!
Doug drops the microphone with authority as his music hits. Slam goes to commercial as he climbs out of the ring and heads to the back.
DAVID SANCHEZ SEGMENT
Samm Sanchez: I told you, seafood was the way to go.
David Sanchez: Okay, okay… I’ll give you that, it was a good meal. I can’t help that I’m craving a steak.
Samm Sanchez: You had steak last night, live a little.
David Sanchez: …. A man knows what he likes.
Lady Knives is seen to be driving a black Audi A4, with the standard window tint and carbon alloy wheels that come as standard when you are willing to pay the right price. Next to her, hanging out of the passenger seat window, puffing on the last of a cigarette is her husband David. Both are dressed in their finest evening attires, having just consumed dinner and left the restaurant to drive home. They back and forth some more about the important things in life such as red meat versus seafood until no definitive agreement can be reached. Turning into their street now, Samm indicates, the flickering of headlights illuminating the yards and houses leading to their own private estate at the very end of the street.
Samm Sanchez: Um, David…?
David Sanchez: What the fuck?
The confusion of clan Sanchez is soon explained as Sammantha slows the car down to a crawl. Out of David’s window a man can be seen walking his Spaniel, the dog attached to him by a common chain and collar. The uncommon thing about this man does not lie in his pet though, but rather in his attire. His face is covered almost entirely in white-paint, dulling his features except for his eyes which seem to protrude from his skull due to the thick black smudges of eyeliner around them. The rest of his clothing is dark, a loose black hooded sweatshirt resting atop black slacks. He makes eye contact with David who looks as though he has seen a ghost, but his stare seems to go straight through the Plague, through Sammantha and out of the other side of the automobile as the car drives on-wards, leaving this mysterious figure behind.
David Sanchez: Coincidence?
Samm Sanchez: I wouldn’t bet on it, look up ahead.
David Sanchez: Okay, this is getting fucking weird.
As the dog-walker is left behind, the couple’s attention is drawn in front of the car to the other side of the road. As Sammantha continues to slowly pull up the street towards their house, two teenagers on BMX bicycles match the car’s speed in the other direction. They keep their distance, sticking to the correct side of the road but these kids of no more than fifteen or sixteen share an appearance with the man from before, their faces smothered by white paint, their eyes heavily fixated on staring a hole through David, even through the heavily tinted windshield of the Audi A4. Their hairstyles are erratic and they make nothing subtle about themselves, slowing to almost a halt as the car passes them by. Neither of them so much as flinch as Sammantha lowers her own window in passing, instead they just continue in the opposite direction, not one of them bothering to look back.
David Sanchez: Okay, fuck this.
Samm Sanchez: Huh? Calm down David, stop being paranoid.
David Sanchez: Paranoid, really? Look up ahead at the Rivers’ residence, does that look like an dental surgeon watering his lawn to you? Pull over, and pay attention to your surroundings honey, that is not our fucking neighbor.
Sammantha sulks a little, not used to her husband speaking to her like this as she brings the car to a stop outside of the house next door to their own and allows for her husband to step outside of the car; his vintage, black Armani wing-tips clicking on the concrete of the pavement as he approaches the scene ahead. In front of him is another man, this time an older gentlemen with a hose in his hand, showering the front lawn of his house with a spraying of water under the cool night’s breeze. David marches straight up to this man, this unknown entity in what had become such a familiar suburban paradise and begins to speak.
David Sanchez: Okay I don’t know who the fuck you are but you need to get the fuck out of this place right now or things are going to get considerably more painful for you in the next thirty seconds.
Painted Man: …..
The man turns to David, his face just as painted, vacant and voiceless as his predecessor’s. As he turns, so does the stream of water from the hose which now soaks David, splashing him in a steady stream of water as the silent man continues to stare through the self-proclaimed Messiah. It doesn’t take long for David to react, coughing and spluttering as the water soaks into his suit jacket, shirt and fills his mouth as he tries to shout for a few moments through gargling.
Davis Sanchez: Ugh… Glub… The Fuck, Gug… FUCK!
Accepting that this was not a situation he could solve by violence, at least not in a suit which cost thousands of dollars he turns and heads back to the car, stepping back inside and sitting in the passenger’s seat once again. Sammantha looks shocked at her husband who can only be seen to shoot a glance back at this unknown man. The man meets his gaze for a final time before turning his entire body, hose and all back to the garden and leaving David to stare perplexed at the back of his head. Panting, soaked and short of words, the Plague turns to his loving wife and mutters something defensive as the scene fades to black.
David Sanchez: I am going to kill that fucking freak… the way you kill a fucking snake, by removing the fucking head.
Slam goes to commercial.
CELESTE vs ADAM YOUNG vs TYLER WALKER
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
Zach Davis: Veteran Tyler Walker is in the ring first for this triple threat match. Also known as Tyson Walker, also know as one half of Biowalker also known as the Space Werewolf.
Kill The Lights by The Birthday Massacre plays as 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. Not 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.
Freddy Whoa: Celeste, the next competitor in our match has entered the ring. She is well known for being very brief in her appearances on WCF television.
Gravedigger: She's wearing briefs?
The opening notes of "Nighttrain" by Guns 'N' Roses 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 red 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 cleavage 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.
Gravedigger: Adam Young's in the ring now and our match is about to begin. Adam Young does hold a recent victory over Joey Flash. That does probably make him the favorite.
Zach Davis: He also claimed Celeste is sleeping with Joey Flash and she just slapped Adam across the face! Then kicks him low! Why is that not a dq?
Freddy Whoa: Every woman in the world wants to kick Adam Young in the groin. Why should she be disqualified for fulfilling all their dreams.
Gravedigger: You finally say something I agree with. It's only taken you what 5 months?
Celeste stomps away on the downed Adam Young then connects with a back elbow on Tyler Walker who tried to come in from the blind side. She clotheslines the Space Werewolf over the top rope then applies a testicular claw on Adam Young! Referee Scott Blazer checks on the submission only to have Adam Young toss the young official on top of Celeste to break the hold.
Zach Davis: Well it's official. Referees in the WCF are getting worse.
Gravedigger: I heard it's because Seth paid him with what was left at the end of a night of drinking.
Zach Davis: So nothing?
Adam delivers hard hard kicks to Celeste then tosses her to the corner and charges in but Celeste moves out of the way and schoolboys Adam from behind.
broken up by Tyler Walker!
The muscle bound grappler quickly picks up |Celeste in a press slam and tosses her on Young
Tyler breaks up the pin again!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That was a stupid move!
Tyson slams his two opponents heads together then flexes for the fans. He then picks up Adam Young and starts to spin him around and around and around in a giant swing finally releases him in a heap in the corner but yet dazing himself. Celeste takes advantage leaping on the back of Tyler Walker and applying a sleeper hold!
Zach Davis: Smart move from Celeste here! She saw her chance and took full advantage.
Freddy Whoa: That's what he said!
Gravedigger: You guys are lame.
Tyler drops to a knee as Celeste continues to apply pressure. It looks like he might be out finally as the official checks the arm.
It drops once...
It drops twice..
Adam Young rakes Celeste's back and breaks up the submission hold then executes several head butts staggering the smaller female competitor! He then loads up and connects with a super kick right to the jaw! Alex makes a cover hooking both legs.
Tyler drops an elbow but Adam moves out of the way and Tyler hits Celeste instead! Adam then super kicks Tyler as well and covers him.
Freddy Whoa: Smart veteran move from Adam there! He almost stole this one!
Adam tosses Celeste through the ropes and turns his attention back to Tyler Walker staggering the big man with a dropkick then dropping him with a running lariat! Adam Young goes to the top rope and leaps off with a cross body block but Tyler catches then power slams Adam! He bounces off the ropes and legdrops Adam across the throat. He looks towards the outside and Celeste is still down.
Zach Davis: Tyler Walker making the smart move, checking to see if Celeste is still down so he can polish off Adam Young.
Gravedigger: I could have sworn she was back on her feet.
Tyler lifts up the veteran redneck and nails Adam with a gut wrench powerbomb leaving the veteran in some serious pain. He motions to the crowd with a baseball swing and picks up Adam shooting him off the ropes and connecting with the Batter up! His baseball bat inspired double ax handle smash! He makes the cover.
foot on the ropes from Young!
Tyler lifts up Adam for a press slam and drops him down hard! Leaving the Villain motionless in the middle of the ring. Tyler climbs to the top rope and dives off with a shoulder block from the top but Adam ducks out of the way! Tyler gets up holding his shoulder as Adam drills him with a full nelson suplex!
Zach Davis: I don't like him but you can never count Adam Young out. This guy never dies!
Adam snap mares down the big man then kicks him in the back of the back twice before dragging him to his feet looking to finish off Tyler. He connects with several hard punches backing him to the corner then lifts Walker onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs up afterwards looking for a superplex only to have Celeste pop up onto the ring apron rake Adam's eyes then kick him in the back of the neck knocking him face first to the floor!
Gravedigger: I knew she was faking it! She waited for her chance and then...
Freddy Whoa: But what is she going to do against this massive Space Werewolf?
Celeste enters the ring as Tyler gets down and looks ready to finish her off only to have Celeste offer him a come hither hand motion.
Zach Davis: She did appear to be coming onto Tyler during her interview this week. Looks like she was more serious then we thought.
Celeste looks at Tyler and says something to him the camera doesn't pick up then motions him to come closer again. Tyler looks confused then advances on Celeste who holds her arms open for a hug. The crowd tries to warn Tyler but he pays them no mind embracing the evil enchantress. Which of course leads swiftly to a knee right to the grapefruits of Tyler who howls, literally howls in pain!
Gravedigger: I knew it! She set everyone up in this match up and now look at this! Celeste has locked in the rear naked choke! The Take Your Breathe Away! This one is over!
Tyler still shocked at the turn of events finds the hold locked in too tightly too quickly to be able to break free. Walker however is stubborn and is refusing to tap even as he changes color. The referee comes over and checks the arm..
It drops once...
It drops twice..
It drops a third time!
But not because the referee checked the arm a third time! No, the referee released the arm and got out of the way as Adam Young leaped off the top rope with the Dark Messiah, Best Moonsault Ever connecting onto both of his opponents! He rolls Celeste off and covers Walker.
Kyle Steele: Your winner of the match, “Redneck” Adam Young!
Gravedigger: Celeste had this one won with a brilliant game plan but Adam Young had other ideas and with a brilliant move of his own steals it! That just goes to show you, don't ever underestimate a veteran. Maybe I should get back in there.
HUNTER UPDEGRAFF SEGMENT
“Aquaberry Dolphin” by Riff Raff starts to play, and the crowd boos lightly.
Zach Davis: Oh boy.
Gravedigger: Drop the sarcastic tone and show some respect! The Party Train is about to roll through Minneapolis!
Hunter “Party Train” Updegraff dances out onto the ramp, followed by a throng of partiers. The oddly dressed hype man has a bottle of Grey Goose vodka in either hand, and a pair of sparkling gold shutter shades on his face. He makes his way down the ramp, pouring vodka in fans’ cups every few steps (choosing people who are obviously of legal age) even pouring some in Gravedigger’s cup. He slides into the ring, and his partiers surround on the floor, all of them with a drink, or some sort of smoking device in their hand. Hunter grabs a mic, setting his bottles down in the corner.
Hunter Updegraff: Yo yo party people! It’s the Party Train, AKA King Koopa Bloopa, AKA Mr. X, AKA the incredible Mr. Never Limpett, AKA Doctor Super Strangelove, AKA the white Oprah, AKA The Anacockda, AKA Billy Body Rocker, AKA High Chief Fuckaho, AKA your sister’s wet dream, AKA Maurice! How we doin?! Scratch that, I don’t care how you bitches is doin’. I don’t even know why Hashtag Beach Krew showed up to this bitch. Y’all think you got beaches, but what y’all really got is a bunch of nasty ass, fish pee and hepatitis filled lakes.
The Minnesota fans boo loudly, because if there is one thing you don’t insult, it’s their lakes.
Hunter Updegraff: Not to mention, y’all ain’t won any kinda real championship since 1992! I was one year old! God damn! And don’t come at me with that Minnesota Lynx garbage. If women’s sports were real sports, they’d get better sponsors than Al’s pizza shack AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
The crowd boos some more, as the young man stops to grab one of his bottles and take a swig.
Hunter Updegraff: Alright alright alright alright alright for real though, for real?... I ain’t seen this many shirts from losing teams since I worked with Habitat for Humanity in Africa. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Zach Davis: Would someone get this clown out of the ring already? We have a show to get on with.
Gravedigger: It’s because they send losing super bowl team shirts to African chi-
Zach Davis: The problem isn’t that I didn’t get it!
Freddy Whoa: You guys think he really worked with Habitat for Humanity?
Zach Davis: No, no I don’t think he worked with hab-
Gravedigger: Wrong. Check his Wikipedia.
Hunter Updegraff: Now you might be askin’ yourself why I even came out here… shit… why did I come out here? Oh yeah! This show’s gotten boring as fuuuuuuuck! We need to pump up the party in this bitch! WCF needs Hashtag Beach Krew like fuccbois need to get laid! That’s why I want everyone to get up, and jump on the Party Train! HIT MY MUSIC!
Aquaberry Dolphin begins to play again, as Hunter and the people around the ring dance and drink and have a good time. After a few minutes, a masked man in a black bodysuit pops out of the crowd, and slides under the bottom rope. In his hand is a lead pipe.
Zach Davis: It’s him! It’s the same masked attacker that took Bates out at the end of Slam last week!
Gravedigger: Thanks Zach. I wouldn’t have guessed that. I thought it was the masked smark.
Hunter slowly turns around, and gets clocked with the weapon. He falls to the mat, and the masked man drops the pipe. He picks Updegraff up into a Dominator position, and swings him down, turning it into a snap DDT.
Zach Davis: The Twilight Zone! The masked man just hit the Twilight Zone!
Freddy Whoa: Well there’s no way that’s Sarah Twilight. He’s missing a few things… unless Sarah Twilight was just pretending to be a woman the whole time.
The masked man stands to his feet, and surveys the crowd like he did last week. This time they cheer him loudly for shutting up the loud mouth. He smiles beneath the mask, and rolls under the bottom rope, escaping through the crowd.
Gravedigger: Somebody stop him! Did the management at this place take a break or something?!
Zach Davis: Well, another week, and just more questions about who this masked man is.
Freddy Whoa: I’m not sure I like what this might mean.
Slam goes to commercial.
VENGEANCE vs KYLE KEMP
The arena is plunged into silence as the start of the next match is indicated, this time in the form of ‘The Vengeful One’ by Disturbed. People scurry to get back to their seats in time as they await the arrival of the Hardcore Messiah.
Freddy Whoa: Well here comes a man who’s been a bit lost lately, but damned if that’s going to stop him trying to deliver the Last Rites tonight
Gravedigger: He’s got his work cut out for him tonight though. This promises to be an excellent contest between Vengeance and one of the newer attractions to Sunday nights; Kyle Kemp.
Zach Davis: Whichever way you decide to look at this match, there can be only one winner, and tonight, my money’s on the veteran.
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 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.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from parts unknown, standing at six foot, six inches and weighing in tonight at three-hundred and twenty-five pounds. He is the Hardcore Messiah… Venegeance!
Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring.
Gravedigger: … and that is exactly why Kyle Kemp is better than you Zach, you only think this way because he wants you to.
Zach Davis: Well one thing is for sure. Vengeance needs to step up tonight, he’s been floundering around un-noticed for too long and Kemp’s just the calibre of athlete to take advantage of this.
Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance, who stands there looking at the camera, the arena lights slowly turn on.
Freddy Whoa: Well, that’s half of the match, now let’s get to his opponent.
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena.
Gravedigger: Here he comes though, this kid is really making a name for himself as of late.
Freddy Whoa: He’s been flawless since the loss to Adams at Ultimate Showdown.
Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down. He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring.
Kyle Steel: Aaaaaand his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois. Standing at six foot, four inches tall and weighing in tonight at two-hundred and ten pounds. He is quite simply, better than you! Kyle Kemmmmmmp!
The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
Zach Davis: Flawless he might be right now Freddy but tonight he’s not facing some nameless, faceless entity, he’s stepping into the ring with a former champion.
Gravedigger: Former? The last time vengeance held gold, I was still actively competing.
Freddy Whoa: I doubt it was that long ago ‘Digger!
The match starts off with Vengeance walking towards his opponent and raising his arms to indicate a test of strength. Kemp obliges, locking his fingers with the larger man for a split second before driving his knee directly into the Hardcore Messiah’s stomach before planting him face first into the mat with a DDT.
Zach Davis: Kemp not wasting any time here tonight!
Gravedigger: You make it sound like he has a choice, this is Kyle taking things slow.
Freddy Whoa: Just ask Ultimate Destroyer!
Before Kyle can get down to the canvas to capitalize though, Vengeance climbs back to his feet. He blocks a few shots from Kemp before overpowering him and sending him into the ropes courtesy of an Irish whip. Ricocheting off the ropes, Kemp surges back towards his opponent, only to run straight into a standing clothesline, which sends the former baseball star crashing to the ring mat.
Vengeance wastes little time in following up, lifting Kemp back to his feet and dropping him again with a scoop slam, this time followed by an elbow drop to Kemp and quickly rolling into the pin.
Kemp kicks out before the referee can even lift his hand for the count of two, driving an elbow into the face of his opponent as he does so and scurries across the ring, entangling his body in the bottom rope and preventing Vengeance from furthering his attack. With the referee keeping the Hardcore Messiah at bay, Kemp takes his time and picks his moment, running back towards the larger man and doubling him over with a straight kick to the stomach. Winded, there is not much Vengeance can do to prevent Kemp from gaining the upper-hand as he rushes towards the ropes, bouncing back and catching him with a swinging neckbreaker that causes the former Hardcore Champion’s neck to wrench around awkwardly before smashing against the mat.
Gravedigger: Kyle Kemp showing everybody tonight that he is not to be taken lightly.
Zach Davis: You could argue that this match is his biggest to date.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance needs to get back into this match if he wants to stand a chance here tonight, we’ve seen how relentless Kemp can be lately.
Taking a moment to admire his efforts, Kyle slowly climbs back up to his feet with an arrogant smile on his face before stomping on his grounded opponent’s chest a few times then finally resting his knee directly over the King of Violence’s throat in a blatant choke which the referee seen admonishes him for. As he is pushed away from Vengeance Kyle gloats to the crowd, his handsome features illuminated by the glow of his own ego.
As Vengeance gets back to his feet, Kemp walks over to him with an air of cockiness surrounding him like a wall of thunder. This wall though like most other things is immediately torn down as the veteran takes advantage of his opponent’s bragging and lures him as close as possible before drilling his hand across the up-and-coming Kemp’s chest with three consecutive knife-edge chops, causing Kyle to stagger back into the corner. Trapped for the moment, Kemp tries to catch his breath before charging at Vengeance but finds himself immediately hoisted off of his feet and planted into the ground with a sidewalk slam.
Crowd: He’s not better! He’s not better! He’s not better!
Kemp throws his shoulder off the mat and rolls away from the pinfall to the outside where he taps his head, indicating that he is too smart for his opponent. Not one to be mocked nor to shy away from a fight, Vengeance follows suit and slides out after Kemp, only to be left at the proverbial alter as Kyle jogs around to the other side of the ring and slides back into the squared circle, leaving his opponent stranded on the outside. As Vengeance climbs onto the apron, not wishing Kemp to gain the psychological upper-hand, he is might by a forearm shot to his face, followed by another, and then another. Noticing his opponent’s dazed state, Kyle hooks the Hardcore Messiah’s arm over his head, looking to suplex him back into the ring. Instead though, the larger man manages to break free of this grip, dragging Kemp to the turnbuckle and smashing his face against the corner as he walks back through the middle ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Veteran move by Vengeance there, he wants to show this kid he’s going to have to earn his place in the WCF.
Zach Davis: A lot of people would argue Kemp’s already done that though, the series of matches between Kyle and the new People’s Champion; Spencer Adams really put both men on the map.
Gravedigger: Please! That was merely a taster of what this young man can bring to the table. Watch closely gentlemen. This is far from over!
With Kemp clutching at his facial features in the corner, Vengeance seizes his opportunity and wraps his hand around the smaller man’s throat, delivering a choke toss which causes Kyle to land first in the centre of the ring, but the force of the impact creates so much momentum that he winds up rolling through and trying to pick himself up in the other corner. Building a head of steam, Vengeance charges directly to the opposite corner in the hopes of delivering a running splash to his cornered opponent, however at the last second Kemp is able to roll towards his oncoming opponent and clip the knee, causing the Hardcore Messiah to trip and his face to mash into the second turnbuckle as Kyle again taps his skull to suggest he is smarter, and indeed better than the man with whom he competes tonight.
Gravedigger: You See! This young talent is wise beyond his years.
Zach Davis: Nobody is trying to take anything away from his skills in the ring, we just don’t need to hear about it all the time!
Gravedigger: Have you ever thought that maybe that’s exactly what you need to hear?
Satisfied with his own abilities, Kemp scoops his fallen opponent back up to a vertical base and lock his arms around his waist, shifting his weight perfectly and executing a picturesuque belly-to-belly suplex. With the veteran grounded, Kyle spends a moment indulging his ego again, smiling out at the crowd with a shit-eating grin of superiority before dropping down to his knees and pinning Vengeance with a nonchalant cover, neglecting even to hook the leg.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Vengeance gets his shoulder up at the last second there to keep this match going.
Zach Davis: The veteran just holding on there, he’s going to need to pull something big out of the bag soon though if he wants to avoid being sent Back to the Minors!
Gravedigger: Stay on him kid, this is your chance to keep moving up.
Setting up for his finishing move, Kemp takes several steps backwards and stares intently at the face of his downed opponent whilst stretching out the calf muscle, signifying that the end is indeed near. As he strides closer though and lifts the boot back he is shocked to see Vengeance spring up to his feet with the agility of a man half his size. The very moment he reaches a vertical base, the Hardcore Messiah drives forward with a superkick into the face of Kyle Kemp, dropping his adversary just as he looked to end the match and collapsing on top of him with a pin.
Zach Davis: LIGHTS OUT! … Vengeance could have him here.
Gravedigger: Come on kid, its gut-check time.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Helluva kick there, we’ve seen him put people away with this before!
No! Vengeance picks up Kemp and tries to get him in position for a German Suplex but Kemp squirms out and falls forward into the referee who falls to the ground. Kemp also falls to the ground onto his back and as Vengeance reaches down towards him, Kemp’s right leg flies up into Vengeance’s groin. Vengeance instantly crumples to the ground.
Zach Davis: Hey! That’s totally unnecessary!
Kemp is laughing as he gets to his feet. Vengeance has made it to his knees with his hands covering his groin area. Kemp kicks Vengeance in the chest, causing Vengeance to lurch forward. Kemp runs towards the ropes, bounces off and as he comes back he swings his right foot into Vengeance’s skull.
Freddy Whoa: BACK TO THE MINORS!
Kemp shrugs his shoulders at the crowd and pins Vengeance.
Zach Davis: Kemp wins! The newfound aggressiveness continues to pay off!
Gravedigger: Always the tone of surprise!
Kemp rolls out of the ring and shoves Kyle Steel before he can announce the winner. Kemp picks up the microphone.
Kemp: Your winner is Kyle Kemp! And for those of you that have forgotten….it is because I am better than…..
Suddenly the lights go out and a slow creepy voice is heard.
??: Come one! Come all!
The lights come back on and a rainbow multi colored box is sitting in the ring. Kemp stares at the box with a questioning look. He has a creeped out and confused look on his face. Kemp rolls back into the ring and stands over the box. He looks down at it and smiles. However this isn’t a cocky smile. It’s a confused smile. Kemp reaches towards the box when suddenly the lid flies off and confetti shoots into the air.
Zach Davis: What the hell is going on?!
Kemp brushes the confetting out of his hair and now sees that a small note is sitting in the box. Kemp picks it up and looks at it. He looks confused as the lights dim to only a spotlight on Kemp as the same creepy voice speaks the written words aloud.
Riddlebox: Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to forget my name, I promise you’ll remember when you I claim. I am Riddlebox.
The creepy voice begins to laugh as the camera fades out as Kemp continues to look on confused.
ALEX RICHARDS SEGMENT
The song Dangerous by Shaman's Harvest begins to play as the announcer look at each other.
Zach Davis: The WCF doesn't always feature an influx of new talent. Looks like we're going to get one more. What do you think Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: Most of them fail anyways.
Alex Richards steps through the curtain carrying a boot filled with his favorite beverage Zim-Quila he downs the boot and tosses it into the crowd then begins to purposefully walk towards the ring swinging his doctor's bag gently in his right hand.
Freddy Whoa: That is certainly no newcomer! That's the veteran Alex Richards, recent People's champion. This week he sounded like he was in one hell of a bad mood. Lets see what's on his mind here tonight.
Gravedigger: He's a member of Pantheon. That makes him a failure already.
Zach Davis: You want to go say that to him?
Alex enters the ring and goes into his doctor's bag pulling out a microphone and beginning to speak.
Alex Richards: This week the Archduke of Mass Confusion was a little frustrated. He was a little angry. Now I could come out here and take out my frustration on the Beach Krew. And in fact I'm going to. But I'm not going to let the boss take control of my career any longer! So I'm out here to call my own shot! I'm out here to take fate into my own hands! I'm out here for a little thing I like to call Balls or No Balls!
The crowd buzzes wondering what Alex is up to.
Alex Richards: Here's how this is going to go. I'm going to come out here and challenge someone I have a problem with! And the man in question can either prove he has balls and accept my challenge or prove he has no balls and ignore me!
The crowd begins to chant what you would think they would. BALLS BALLS BALLS BALLS. Alex grins
Alex Richards: By god, it's worth it for that alone! Earlier in the week I admitted the People's Championship wasn't my ultimate goal. So I'm out here to try and accomplish one of my ultimate goals. By calling out Dune!
The crowd buzzes and dueling Alex and Dune chants start.
Alex Richards: I'm not calling out Dune. Not yet anyways. Dune has business with Joey Flash for destroying his friend and tag team partner and I'm not going to interfere with that. Any man messes with my friends would instantly draw my wrath. Which points me in a different direction. Instead of going after the world champion, I'm going after the man who doesn't respect his title!
Alex pauses for dramatic effect.
Alex Richards: I'm going after Thomas Uriel Bates, the United States Championship! Why am I going after him? Because the minute he won the title he proved he wasn't content. He wanted the world championship, not tomorrow but today! That to me is doing the championship a disservice! I, Alex Richards, consider myself a bit of a patriot! I have great pride in America and in the United States Championship! Thomas Bates for the crime of undervaluing your championship I challenge you! So what's it going to be Bates? BALLS OR NO BALLS?
Dangerous by Shaman's Harvest begins to play again as Alex Richards takes his leave.
Zach Davis: The big man with a big challenge here tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Thomas Bates versus Alex Richards? That could be one hell of a war between two of the most talented big men in the sport!
Slam goes to commercial.
ANDRE AQUARIUS vs DEREK MORENO
"We will not take this anymore.
"These words will never be ignored.
"You want a battle?
"HERE'S A WAR!"
As the opening of "You Want A Battle" hits, Derek Moreno comes rushing out from the backstage area, and stops right in the middle of the entrance ramp, smiling and acknowledging the crowd by pointing out toward them and nodding, a wide grin emerging over his lips. As he stops pointing, he begins to walk down the ramp, clapping the hands of the fans as he passes by them, as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he bounds up onto the apron, and then does the same over the ring ropes.
Zach Davis: Derek Moreno, two and zero thus far in his career, he’ll be looking to keep that up here tonight!
Freddy Woah: Right, this guy has been impressive, but tonight may be his first real test!
Gravedigger: Fucking right it will be, finally we get to see if this guy can ACTUALLY do anything without a tag partner to help him out.
Moreno begins to step toward the middle of the ring, nodding to himself as he clasps down onto his black t-shirt and takes it off, before placing it over in the top right corner of the ring, he does the same to the golden chain hanging around his neck, kissing it before leaving it there.
Derek Moreno's music begins to fade out, leaving the cheers of the fans to reverberate through the arena, Moreno stops facing the turnbuckle corner, and begins hopping lightly on his feet, performing a few tuck-jumps here and there as he gets ready for the match ahead.
Piano comes over the PA as U Guessed It by OG Maco starts up. When the beat drops, Andre emerges from the curtain with a squad of a couple dozen of his bros. They accompany him to the ring, shouting shit at fans as Andre rolls into the ring and taunts for his opponent to come out.
Freddy Whoa: Last week on Slam, Andre and the rest of Beach Krew stomped a hole through Mejor Redemption…
Zach Davis: AFTER they had already been in a match through ACPC.
Freddy Whoa: In any case, this is set to be an interesting match-up, Beach Krew have been ridiculing Mejor Redemption over twitter for nearly a week now, what’ll happen here?
Gravedigger: Looks like we’re about to find out.
The bell sounds and Derek Moreno immediately steps forward to the center of the ring to meet with Andre Aquarius, who simply laughs at him and shakes his head, stepping backward a pace while Moreno offers a lock-up. Aquarius smirks at him and swoops forward, throwing a vicious punch right into the throat of Derek Moreno, the punch catches him right in the neck and leaves Moreno clutching at his throat, struggling to breathe as he staggers backward.
Zach Davis: That’s not right, Moreno was looking for the tie-up!
Gravedigger: What are you on about? It’s all fair here, Moreno should’ve been ready.
The crowd jeers Aquarius who continues to grin as he moves in to take advantage of the stunned Moreno, he cracks an uppercut off of his jaw and then grabs him by the arm, whipping him into the ropes and waiting for him to return, as Moreno flies back toward him Aquarius catches him with an arm drag, flipping him over his body and cracking his back off the canvas, Moreno stumbles up to his feet and eats a clothesline that sends him craning to the canvas. Andre Aquarius looks down upon Moreno for a moment before dropping down and hooking the leg.
Moreno powers out of it quickly.
Zach Davis: It’s going to take more than that to put this kid out, he’s got a fire under him.
Andre gets up to his feet, sneering down at Moreno who takes a moment to get back up to his feet, Andre swings out a kick to the gut which is caught by Moreno, he looks surprised as Moreno tosses his foot to the side, and clocks him with a roundhouse kick to the temple! The blow sends Aquarius off balance, Moreno locks his arms around the smaller Aquarius and heaves him upward and over his head, slamming him spine first into the ring floor with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Moreno hurries back up to his feet after hitting the move and sets himself up near Aquarius, he leaps off the canvas and goes for a Standing Moonsault!
Andre brings up his knees at the last possible second, they plant right into Moreno’s gut, Moreno lurches upward off of Andre, doubled over as he holds onto his gut, Aquarius gets back up to his feet and leaps up for a diving crossbody! He lands over Moreno and holds him down for the pin…
Freddy Whoa: NO! Moreno rolls through it, he’s got the pin on Aquarius!
NO! Aquarius kicks out and pops back up to his feet, looking surprised…
He’s caught with a leaping DDT from Moreno! Moreno implants Andre Aquarius face first into the canvas, his head spikes up off the mat as Moreno rolls him over and goes for another cover!
NO! Andre with another kick out at two, Moreno looks slightly annoyed as he pushes himself up off his knees, he grabs Aquarius by the head and lifts him up to his feet…
Gravedigger: Eye Poke! That’s what I like to see.
Zach Davis: How did the referee not see that?
Derek Moreno clutches onto his eye, blinded momentarily as Andre Aquarius takes advantage, laying him out with a powerful Russian-Leg-Sweep! He gets back up to his feet after the move and rushes to the ring ropes, rebounding off of them and bounding back over to Moreno, leaping up over him and throwing out his leg…
The leg-drop lands right over the throat and chest of Moreno! Who instinctively rises up to cough, but is pushed back down by Aquarius for the cover.
Zach Davis: This could be it!
NOT QUITE! Moreno raises his shoulder at two and a half! Aquarius looks visibly frustrated as he gets up to his feet and begins to stomp a hole through Moreno, sending a flurry of kicks into his chest, head and back as Moreno attempts to roll out of the way. Aquarius snickers down at him and proceeds to lift him up to his feet, nailing him with a dropkick to the chest. After connecting with the dropkick he bounds back up to his feet, soaking in the crowds booing as he starts to climb the top rope, Moreno is lying face-up on the canvas, seemingly trying to recuperate as Andre clambers up to the top… he mocks Moreno by pointing to the crowd and chuckling, before leaping off the top turnbuckle…
Freddy Whoa: He’s flying!
Gravedigger: Moreno’s done.
Zach Davis: NO! Aquarius misses his target, Moreno rolled out of the way at the last second!
Andre Aquarius lands stomach first after failing to connect with the moonsault, he remains on his knees for a moment before flopping down to the canvas, clutching onto his gut in agony, Moreno pounds his fist into the mat as he struggles back up to his feet, Aquarius is doing his best to clamber up to his feet too, both men struggle back upward and look at one another, Aquarius charges for Moreno and throws a clothesline his way, but Moreno ducks it…
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK! He calls that one Quick-Shot!
Aquarius flops down backward onto the mat, Moreno falls over him for the cover, not even bothering to hook his leg…
NOOOOOOO! Aquarius pulls up the shoulder just before the count of three, Moreno can’t believe it as he weakly tries to get back up to his feet, Aquarius is still stunned as Moreno slowly but surely gets back up to a vertical base, he looks to the turnbuckle and then signals to the crowd, who begin to cheer for him as he makes the climb to the top…
Steel-Chair to the back of Moreno’s skull! He falls from the top rope and lands on the floor with a sickening thud!
Zach Davis: Who the hell?
Freddy Whoa: Beach Krew is here!
Gravedigger: Finally! Fucking kill this Moreno guy already!
The crowd’s booing is audible throughout the arena as Los Tiburones and Wade “Poseidon” Moor enter the ring, Los Tiburones has a steel chair in hand as he looks down on Moreno with disgust. He raises it once more and slams it horribly into his back, a reverberating thud can be heard throughout the arena as Moreno shouts out in pain, the steel leaving a visible mark on his back as Los Tiburones throws it out of the ring. On the outside of the ring, Kyle Steel can be seen bringing a microphone to his lips, as the bell is heard ringing.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match by disqualification… DEREK… MORENO!
The crowd cheers weakly at this but it is short-lived as Andre Aquarius gets back up to his feet, shaking his head slightly, the three members of Beach Krew set to work, all of them stomping down upon the body of Moreno who is helpless to their attack…
Suddenly, the lights die out…
Cawing crows can be heard throughout the arena, the crowd instantly start to cheer.
Crowd: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
A purple spotlight flashes down upon Scarecrow, who has a kendo stick in hand, he points it right toward Wade “Poseidon” Moor, who is now standing at the very front of the ring, leaning on the ropes, virtually begging for Crow to come get some. Both Los Tiburones and Aquarius both have Moreno lifted up to his feet, ready to throw him out of the ring…
A figure is seen hopping the barricade from behind the members of Beach Krew, meanwhile, Scarecrow begins to descend down the ramp, toward the ring, where Wade Moor is lying in wait for him… the man hopping the barricade is easily identified as Mitch “El Mejor” Morales! The crowd cheers as he slides into the ring and hammers Andre Aquarius from behind, throwing him down to his feet, Los Tiburones is caught off guard as Mitch begins to throw punches his way, the two start to swing at one another as Wade turns around, distracted for the slightest second, Scarecrow quickly hops up onto the ring apron and leaps onto the top rope, before diving off it and slamming Wade Moor forward with a Missile Dropkick that sends him crashing to his feet! Scarecrow ignores Andre Aquarius completely as he makes haste for Wade Moor, as he starts to rain down blows on him with the Kendo Stick!
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Zach Davis: The odds are suddenly no longer in the favour of Beach Krew!
Mitch “El Mejor” Morales finally manages to get the upper-hand in his brawl with Los Tiburones and sends him flying out of the ring, over the top rope, Aquarius is back up to his feet and Mitch Morales clotheslines him out of there, sending him up and out of the ring. Wade Moor rolls out of the ring giving Scarecrow a look of disgust, his flesh suddenly flaring up with welts and bruises as he gathers up the rest of Beach Krew, the trio begin to make their way up the ramp, visibly annoyed and yelling at the crowd, who cheer for Scarecrow and Mitch “El Mejor” Morales, who nod at one another momentarily, Scarecrow, with kendo stick still in hand, walks to the front of the ring and leans over the ropes, as he gives a piercing look directly to Wade Moor, who returns the look with apathy. The Beach Krew Trio disappear back stage, Moreno is back up to his feet, still a little stunned, he nods thanks to both Mitch and Scarecrow, who return the gesture, as Slam cuts to commercial break.
OBLIVION/NIGHT RIDER/DENISE D'EVIL vs JACKSON WHITE/VIC VENABLE/D'ANGELO HALL
As we come back from commercial, the three-man team of D’angelo Hall, Jackson White and Vic Venable is already in the ring.
The house lights go down, and purple, blue and red spotlights go over the crowd, and come to a stop at the back on the stage. Fog rolls out onto the stage, as "Bloodlines" by Dethklok starts to play over the loud speakers. Fire erupts from around the stage as the tron comes to life with scenes from different matches that have Night Rider, Denise and Oblivion in them.
Gravedigger: Here comes the Angels of Death!
Zach Davis: Denise leading the way after her victory last week.
Graveyards, blood flowing, and other strange things are mixed in with quick flashes of them. On the stage three thrones rise out of the floor. Denise sits in the middle one, with Oblivion, and Night Rider sitting on either side of her. She gets to her feet, as does Obi and Night Rider. The three of them start down the rampway, with the fire racing on either side of them. They reach the ring, and Night Rider hops up onto the edge and opens the ropes as Obi lifts her onto the edge of the ring. She slips through the ropes, as Obi and Night Rider get into the ring behind her.
Freddy Whoa: This team will be looking to put themselves on the map tonight.
Zach Davis: With much more experience than their opponents, it would be an upset if they can't pull off the win tonight.
The three of them stand in the middle of the ring, raise their arms as lightning strikes each of the ring posts. They lower their hands as the ring posts erupt into flame and begin to stare down their opponents.
Kyle Steel: aaaannd weighing in at a combined weight of 783lbs, and hailing from the World of Darkness... They are the Angels of Death!
The match bursts into life with a confrontation between Vic Venable and Night Rider, having been pinned in last week’s main event though it is Night Rider who comes out of the gate with authority, looking to redeem himself. He rushes into Vic, dropping the smaller man with a clothesline, before picking him up, only to receive a barrage of strikes to the stomach. The rest of the Angels of Death watch on now as Venable wrenches Night Rider’s arm at the elbow and twists in into a hammerlock.
Gravedigger: Venable not wasting any time here in trying to prove he's not to be lightly.
Zach Davis: Well, the kid's been impressive so far, but if he's anything like his brother, we haven't seen anything yet.
Pained by the hold, but not to the point of submission, Night Rider shifts his weight so that his shoulder rests just underneath Venable’s jaw before dropping down to a seated position, simultaneously reversing the pressure on his arm and stunning Vic with a modified jawbreaker. Seizing the advantage, Night Rider scoops his opponent up to a vertical base and drags him to the corner where Oblivion tags himself into the match
Freddy Whoa: Excellent counter there by the veteran.
Night Rider holds Venable in the corner for a second before Oblivion begins to drive repeated headbutts into Vic’s face, finally dropping the brother of former WCF World Champion, Frank Patrick Venable. With the match in hand, Oblivion begins to put the boots to Vic, stomping mercilessly at him as the smallest man in the match struggles to get away and over to his own corner. His fight only lasts until the center of the ring though, where he is grabbed first by the leg and then by the scruff of his neck by Oblivion, who scoops him up and sends him back down with a powerslam. It is all Angels of Death as Oblivion walks back over to his corner and tags in The Death Bringer.
Zach Davis: The Angels of Death are really taking it to their opposition tonight.
Gravedigger: And in steps the Death Bringer.
Denise charges into the match with a head full of bad intentions and immediately grabs the legs of Vic Venable, showcasing her power as she twists the wounded man into a Boston crab and sits comfortably upon his waist, applying pressure and torque as it is required. A few painful moments pass before the crowd begins to will Vic, pleading for him to reach the ropes, however when he makes it to the elasticated cables it is not the rope he ends up connecting with but instead the extended arm of D’angelo Hall.
Crowd: Venable! Venable! Venable!
Hall barges through the ropes and into Denise, using his sheer size to knock her out of the hold as Vic crawls out of the ring and onto the apron. He staggers her at first but as he drives a straight right hand into her temple, it is all she can do to crumble onto the canvas. He picks her up by the hair again and drives a further right hand into her jaw this time, not allowing her to go far though before he simply rag dolls her with both hands on the sides of her head and tosses her to the mat before beginning to stomp away at her ruthlessly.
Gravedigger: Damn! D'angelo just throwing straight up bombs at Denise.
Night Rider and Oblivion can only watch on as Hall lifts Denise back to her feet again, this time only to be launched back into the wrong corner of the ring where Jackson White quickly tags himself into the match. While D’angelo distracts the referee by delaying his exit from the ring, The Fenix takes advantage and jams a thumb into the eye of the Death Bringer, rendering her temporarily blind as he hooks her far leg and drives her overhead with a fisherman’s suplex into a pinning predicament.
No! Denise is able to get her shoulder off the mat in the nick of time, as neither of her partners could have got to the other side of the ring in time. Jackson spends a moment too many though, basking in his own glory. As he goes to continue his assault, he is met this time by a forearm to the abdomen, followed by another, until finally Denise knocks him back enough to get up to a vertical base. With both legal competitors now standing, Jackson rushes at his opponent, looking to connect with a clothesline but instead finding himself tackled to the ground by a spear which drives the Fenix back into the AoD corner, allowing Night Rider to tag himself back into the match and watch from above as D’Evil proceeds to strike at the man who tried to blind her a few moments ago.
Zach Davis: Picture perfect spear there by Denise D'Evil
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Night Rider, in to pick up the pieces.
With Denise being escorted out of the ring now by the referee it is Night Rider who looks to take advantage, lifting Fenix up to his feet before striking him with a vicious short-arm clothesline, maintaining his grip on the arm and dragging him back up to a vertical base again. This time though he lifts Jackson upside down and drives him head first into the mat with a brutal piledriver before turning to his own corner and tagging in Oblivion.
Gravedigger: Ouch! He just cost the Fenix a few braincells with that one.
Oblivion steps into the ring with purpose and ignores the opportunity to pick up a pin, opting instead to raise the Fenix again, who is now standing on jelly-legs. He charges off the ropes and comes back full force, decimating his opponent with a ferocious clothesline which causes Jackson to tumble over the top rope and out onto the cold floor at ringside where he lands with a thud, right underneath where Night Rider is poised in anticipation on the apron. With the referee busy trying to prevent Oblivion from following Jackson outside, Rider strikes, jumping off of the apron and landing with a senton splash across White’s mid-section, sandwiching him between a three-hundred and forty pound man, and the unforgiving arena floor.
The referee’s count doesn’t get much of a chance even to begin as Denise steps off of the apron and first aids Night Rider up to his feet before then rolling Fenix under the bottom rope. As the AoD dominate the match, Vic charges across the ring before Oblivion can make the cover and drills him in-between the eyes with a superkick that leaves Oblivion just as worn out as his counterpart.
Freddy Whoa: BOOM! Headshot!
Gravedigger: Vic Venable with his finisher, this one could be over folks.
Meanwhile, Hall steps down off the apron and begins to make his way towards where Night Rider and Denise are seen admiring their teamwork. As he approaches them however he is distracted by a familiar face in the front row, a beaten, worn face, complete with a surgical cast on the areas that Hall attacked last week. Q-Ball stares at his attacker for a few minutes, trying to intimidate him but soon gives up as a large black fist strikes him directly in the nose, causing it to omit a snapping noise and begin bleeding all down the front of his vintage, replica “Dark Prince” T-shirt. Hall is prevented from doing any further damage as security get in-between him and this bleeding shell of a former competitor who is now nothing more than a bleeding, faded star with a redundancy pay-off.
Denise climbs into the ring now, leveling Vic with a few right hands as she looks to gain the advantage, and does so rather stylishly by ducking a retaliatory strike from her opponent before connecting with “Going under the Bridge” a Russian leg-sweep with such impact that it forces both her and her opponent out of the ring. With only the legal men left, all eyes turn to Oblivion and Jackson White who are both making their way up to their feet.
Zach Davis: Both legal men are starting to stir in the ring now.
It is Oblivion though who strikes first, driving a hard knee into Jackson’s gut, causing him to double over immediately. Oblivion hooks both of his opponent’s arms and drives him down face-first with a double-underhook DDT.
Freddy Whoa: This one is over folks.
Kyle Steel: Here are you winners by pinfall: Night Rider, Oblivion and Denise D’Evil. The Angels of Death!!
Slam goes to commercial as the AoD celebrates in the ring.
ALEX RICHARDS/SCARECROW vs WADE/LOS TIBURONES
Zac Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam!
"Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits the airwaves as Scarecrow - carrying his Internet Championship - and Alex Richards - holding that trademark doctor bag - walk out onto the stage!
Freddy Whoa: Looks like we're kicking off...wait, what the hell?!
Los Tiburones, Wade Moor - the #BeachKrew - walk out behind Crow and Richards and plaster them over the back of the head with forearm strikes and left/rights! Hacksaw Jim Thuggin ebbs them on! The two members of Pantheon round about and start fighting back!
Gravedigger: Looks like #BeachKrew couldn't wait to get their hands on Alex and Crow!
Freddy Whoa: Despicable! Trying to catch an early advantage!
Wade rips Crows shirt off and pushes him back against the barricade as Tiburones uses lower leg kicks to control Richards! The crowd BOOS as the beatdown continues. Wade grabs Crow from behind the neck, leads him towards the ring side area, and tosses him shoulder first into the steel steps!
Zac Davis: The crowd is not liking this display from #BeachKrew!
Gravedigger: Crow and Richards probably had it coming!!!
Alex lunges at Tiburones, but he ducks out of the way and Alex eats a hard lariat from Wade for his trouble! The two start double teaming Alex, stomping him wherever there boots can land! The crowd continues to BOO as the two continue the frenzy!
Crow gets to his feet and sees the two wailing on Richards! He comes as hard as he can behind Wade and plants his shoulder into his back. Wade flips around and the two start trading blows!
Right hand by Wade!
Left cross from Crow!
This continues for a moment while Richards tries to get an advantage over Tiburones! Crow plants a right hard into Wade's forehead, spinning him 180 degrees as Richards catches Tiburones with a big boot to a tremendous POP from the crowd!
Zac Davis: Pantheon's starting to gain control now!
Tiburones stands to his feet and Alex catches them both with a clothesline, knocking them on their backs! Crow immediately pulls Wade to his feet as Richards grabs a hold of Alex while Jim Thuggin starts to panic!
Alex pulls Tiburones into a powerbomb position and drops him down on the ring apron and he slides into the ring holding the small of his back!!! Crow slides Wade in under the bottom rope and the two members of Pantheon slide in after them and the ref calls for the bell.
Zac Davis: And this match officially begins!
Freddy Whoa: You have to wonder how Crow and Richards are going to fare after that beatdown that #BeachKrew gave them!
Gravedigger: Are you kidding me? Look who's in control right now!
Crow and Richards drop down on Wade and Tiburones and start clocking them with headlock punches! The crowd starts to heat up even more and the ref attempts to seperate the men! Richards lifts Wade to his feet, but Wade pops up with a very watery uppercut and knocks Richards back into the ref! They both hit the mat as Tiburones nails Crow with a low blow, dropping him down to the mat! Wade and Tiburones look at each other and start dropping boots on both men who arw trying desperately to get to their feet!
Zac Davis: The ref is knocked out! Anything can happen now!
Freddy Whoa: There's no control! This isn't a wrestling match anymore!
Tiburones and Wade lift Richards to his feet and whip him off the ropes! As he comes back, Wade catches him with a high velocity crossbody, knocking him back down to the mat! Tiburones runs up the ropes and leaps off with a springboard moonsault, dropping down right on top of Richard's body!
Crowd: FUCK YOU #BEACHKREW!!! PAN-THE-ON!!! FUCK YOU #BEACHKREW!!! PAN-THE-ON!!!
Crow manages to his feet, but #BeachKrew is on top of him!...but Crow pops Tiburones with a right punch! Tiburones bounds back as Wade shoves Crow into the corner! He whips him...but Crow reverses it and tosses Wade into the opposite corner! He takes off after him and hops up, plugging Wade in the face with a high knee! He grabs him in a headlock and goes for a bulldog...but Tiburones catches Crow with a dropkick as he turns around! Crow falls backwards into the ropes...
Zac Davis: What's Thuggin doing?!
As if on cue, Thuggin slides a chair into the ring, which Wade picks up off the ground. The ref starts to stir to his feet. Richards and Crow are both on their feet, staring down #BeachKrew! Crow charges and Wade plugs him in the side with the chair as Richards charges on Tiburones. He catches him by the head and hits him with an uppercut! Tiburones flops back!
Zac Davis: The refs almost conscious!
Crow comes charging back as the ref starts to turn around...but Wade tosses the chair at Crow!...but Crow catches it! Thinking on his feet, Tiburones drops to the mat, followed by Wade!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zac Davis: Wait...NO!!!
The ref turns and sees #BeachKrew laying on the ground! He starts to yell at Crow and Richards, who debate that they didn't do anything! The ref doesn't care and calls for the bell!
Freddy Whoa: I can't believe it! #BeachKrew did it! They "won"!
Zac Davis: No they didn't! That was disgusting! I can't believe it!
Gravedigger: Believe it. Don't believe it. Whatever the case, the record books don't lie! #BeachKrew wins their debut match!
"Aquaberry Dolphin" by RIFF RAFF hit the P.A. as Tiburones and Wade slide out of the ring, nursing their "wounds". Thuggin feigns concern as the three of them walk around towards the ramp and walk backwards up the ramp! Crow and Richards are fuming in the ring as #BeachKrew inserts that there pose! Crow throws the chair at the arena floor as the crowd continues to BOO!
Zac Davis: The look on their faces says it all...this one isn't over!
Freddy Whoa: Not by a long shot!
K.L. HENSON/GEMINI BATTLE SEGMENT
Zach Davis: Betrayal, pain, potential kidnapping. Like a Dean Coontz novel this story keeps unwinding with more twists and turns than it is easily fathomable for one to keep their heads wrapped around. Gemini Battle and KL Henson both wish for nothing more than this entire situation to be resolved, however they both have their own ways to find completion. Gemini seems to want to take a more direct and physical route whereas Henson, not surprisingly is being much more cerebral about this.
I highly urge you to watch the first installment of the KL Henson and Gemini Battle interview from last week’s Slam on the WCF network before moving forward with the story here. Just a brief recap will tell us that the interview last week concluded with KL Henson implying that the whereabouts of his friends were unknown. Roscoe Montalto, Grayson Pierce and Kat Ruiz have all gone missing. Gemini, can you shed any light on this situation.
The scene expands and shows Gemini Battle sitting to Zach’s left and KL Henson sitting to his right. Over a dozen armed guards stand in a semicircle behind the three men to insure civility.
Gemini Battle: I found Kat Ruiz, she was right where she should have been, but Roscoe and Pierce are missing. I know you have something to do with this, Henson! Tell me what you did!
Gemini gets to his feet and two men use night sticks to hold him back. He concedes seeing no alternative and sits back down.
Zach Davis: We have recruited some of the cities strongest police officers to maintain civility in this hostile situation. Mr. Battle I apologize for the use of force, but the only way to see this through properly is through enlightened conversation. Now, instead of accusations, perhaps we can simply ask Mr. Henson… did you have anything to do with the disappearance of Roscoe Montalto and Grayson Pierce.
KL Henson: Yes.
Gemini gets up and this time it takes 4 men to hold him back. They use the most passive form of resistance towards him but still struggle to get the man to his seat.
Gemini Battle: I KNEW IT. WHERE DID YOU PUT THEM! WHERE ARE THEY, I’LL GET THEM AND THEN I’LL GET YOU, YOU MOTHER F…
KL Henson: Now, now, Mr. Battle. It’s not what you think. Why don’t you sit down and allow me to enlighten you.
Gemini Battle: Enlighten this!
Gemini flips off Henson.
KL Henson: As raucous of a response that was, however it still lacks insight. I truly wanted you to have this revealed to you in your own way but it seems that I may have overestimated your intelligence so allow me to clarify this to you myself. Perhaps I should just come out and say it blatantly but the process of you coming to the realization of things is the only true way you can understand what I’m going to tell you. Your reaction is the only thing that I want to study; I want to understand how this could have happened…
Gemini Battle: *pretending to snore*
KL Henson: Shhhh…. He’s sleeping… I’ll wait for him to wake up.
Zach Davis: I think he’s snoring sarcastically.
KL Henson: Right… sarcasm. Mr. Battle, if you wouldn’t mind listening we can get this whole thing over with…
Gemini Battle: There’s only one thing that will let me get over this and that’s at Revenge when I final get you alone in a Hell in a Cell and truly show you the meaning of pain!
KL Henson: I would think very closely before you say anything else, Mr. Battle. First allow me to introduce you to Kelly Hendra.
A lovely young woman walks in with a file of papers and a sullen look on her face. Henson nods at her and she hands a paper to Gemini. He examines it with a confused look on his face.
KL Henson: Kelly Hendra is the lead administrator for WCF’s HR department. She has with her the evidence needed for you to truly understand the last 6 months of your life.
Gemini Battle: What is this?
KL Henson: That is your contract that you signed over a year ago.
Gemini Battle: That’s impossible; I was in another fed a year ago…
KL Henson: The contract doesn’t lie.
Gemini Battle: What the hell do you think you’re doing? Look at this, this is…
KL Henson: Nuh, uh! Not yet. I see the denial in your eyes, step one. Now, if you will, Ms. Hendra…
She hands him another sheet of paper.
KL Henson: Your birth certificate.
Gemini Battle: This isn’t… How did you get your hands on this?
Kelly Hendra: Mr. P… I mean, Mr. Battle, I assure you that this is the documentation that you provided us, and it was verified by the American Government to be true.
Gemini Battle: There must be some type of mistake.
KL Henson: It’s True, Mr. Battle… or should I say… Mr. Pierce!
Gemini falls back in his chair in a near catatonic state. His eyes turn bloodshot as he looks at the two pieces of paper in his hands.
Zach Davis: Would you care to explain what’s going on, Gemini…
Gemini says nothing; he merely sits there with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
KL Henson: Allow me. 14 months ago a man by the name of Grayson Pierce signed up with the WCF. A vicious bite from a man named Hyena caused a mental instability, an affliction Mr. Pierce called seeing red. In fact the red became so bright, and so vibrant that his entire world got distorted that a new world opened up for him. 6 months ago he came back to the WCF under this persona… the face paint, or supposed scars masked him from the rest of us. I saw through it, I was able to see into his soul and the true spirit behind him…
Zach Davis: So you’re trying to make me believe that Gemini Battle has simply been Grayson Pierce this whole time? That sounds ludic…
Gemini Battle: It’s true! It’s completely true… it’s all coming back to me now!
Gemini falls to the ground in a heap, fighting off the control to vomit. KL Henson begins to laugh uncontrollably.
KL Henson: Last week, I claimed not to be a sadist, but, I have to admit that you were right; I am indeed finding this quite enjoyable. Good luck trying to inflict pain on me at Revenge in this crippling state, Mr. Battle. I am beginning to have the sensation of closure; however, I fear you may never find it… HAHAHAHAHA!
Henson simply stands over the convulsing body of Gemini Battle… or Grayson Pierce… or whatever we should call him as he finds it impossible to gain control.
Zach Davis: Shut the camera off… can we get some medics in here…
The scene fades back to Gravedigger and Freddy Whoa sitting behind their announcer’s table.
Freddy Whoa: Um…. Whoa?
Gravedigger: Yea, that was an unexpected turn. I’m not even sure what to say form here. I’ve never seen anyone so emotionally distraught that he lost who he was before.
Freddy Whoa: We have been watching the mental breakdown of Gemini Battle for weeks now. It’s really come to a head now. Where will Gemini… or should I say Grayson Pierce go from here? Will he continue being known as Gemini Battle, will he revert back to Grayson Pierce? Will he turn into someone different altogether?
Gravedigger: Well he has a week to figure it out because Revenge is right around the corner and you can’t be second guessing yourself in a hell in a cell.
JOHN GABLE vs RAYMOND HATCHER
Zach Davis: Alright, we have John Gable versus Raymond Hatcher next!
Freddy Whoa: We haven’t seen Gable in a bit, so it’ll be good to see him out there mixing it up again.
Gravedigger: Don’t sleep on Hatcher though, he’s been killing it lately. This should be a competitive match.
"A Little God in My Hands" by Swans BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...JOHN GABLE!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Like you said Freddy, it’s good to see Gable back in a WCF ring. The people doing the booking here certainly didn’t make it easy on him though.
Gravedigger: Yeah, those bastards. Never gave me enough easy matches!
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.
Freddy Whoa: Raymond HatchWhoa in the house!
Hatcher is 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 panders to the crowd, none seem too happy about it, his expression seems less than genuine. Hatcher strolls down to the ring at a steady pace. He heads up the ring steps walking out onto the apron while looking out at the crowd.
Hatcher gives a little wave, before wiping his feet on the apron and climbing through the ropes into the ring. With the big smirk still smeared across his face, Hatcher steps out to the middle of the ring and gives another half-hearted wave to the crowd. He then heads to his corner and begins disrobing – and all the women in the crowd faint. Just kidding. Maybe.
Zach Davis: Alright, it looks like both competitors are ready in the ring. We have one of the best, Rob Livingston, in place to referee this match and he’s pointing over…
Ding, Ding, Ding!
Hatcher and Gable pace around the ring, sizing one another up. The two men spring forward at the same time and tie up. Gable is able to get the advantage and executes a hip toss, keeping hold of Hatcher’s arm in an attempt at an armwrench, but Hatcher is able to break free.
Freddy Whoa: Nothin’ doin’ there for Gable.
Hatcher gets back to his feet and Gable immediately charges at him. He tries for a clothesline, but Hatcher sidesteps out of the way. As Gable runs past Hatcher grabs him and hits him with a backbreaker
Zach Davis: Great awareness from Hatcher there to avoid the clothesline and inflict some damage of his own.
Gravedigger: Yeah, Hatcher is off to a fast start. I’m pretty sure Gable wins this match though.
Freddy Whoa: Based on what?
Gravedigger: Because I’m smarter than all of you!
Hatcher immediately scales the top rope.
Zach Davis: We don’t see this much from Hatcher!
He turns to face the fallen John Gable. Eventually, he leaps off looking for a flying elbow!
Freddy Whoa: NO-WHOA! Gable moves out of the way.
Gravedigger: Of course he does. They always move out of the way. Especially super-wrestlers like Gable.
Gable rolls all the way out of the ring. Hatcher crashes hard into the canvas, stunning himself in the process. He lies down for a moment to recuperate, as Gable recollects himself outside. Gable slides back into the ring and grabs hold of Hatcher.
Kneeling down behind Hatcher, Gable executes a headlock. He leaves the hold locked in for nearly a minute. The referee, Livingston, checks on Hatcher to make sure he’s still okay to continue. Gable pushes up off the mat into a standing position with the hold still locked in place. He twists the hold, and then downs Hatcher with a DDT.
Zach Davis: Impressive maneuver there from Gable, turning that headlock straight into a DDT.
Gable wastes little time, bringing Hatcher right back to his feet with him. Gable looks to be moving Hatcher into position for a suplex, but Hatcher tags him with a right hand to the jaw. Then another. Then another. Gable staggers backward.
Freddy Whoa: Hatcher battling back here!
Gable runs back toward Hatcher, but is eaten up by a missile drop kick. However, miraculously, the move doesn’t drop Gable. He staggers backward again holding his jaw. This gives Hatcher time to grab him by the arm and whip him into the corner. Gable bounces out of the corner upon impact where he his met by Hatcher who hits him with a European uppercut. Gable crashes to the mat and Hatcher tries a quick cover.
Gravedigger: Nope. Not going to happen.
Zach Davis: Ignore Gravedigger’s bias everyone, we have the first pinfall attempt of the match!
John Gable kicks out.
Gravedigger: Told you.
Hatcher grabs Gable and tries to bring him to his feet, but Gable responds with a couple of body shots, stunning him. Gable then moves behind Hatcher, and brings him to the ground hard with a full nelson slam. Instead of letting go, Gable locks in an armbar onto the left arm of Hatcher.
Zach Davis: Armbar!
Freddy Whoa: Yo, I can’t even tell you when the last time I saw someone tap on an armbar.
Gravedigger: It was probably like 1985. Gable’s smart though, he’s just trying to take some life out of Hatcher with this.
Hatcher yells out in pain as Gable continues to lock the submission hold on him, applying constant pressure. Ron Livingston is at Hatcher’s side, checking for any sign once again of Hatcher being unable to finish the match. Eventually, Hatcher is able to flail his legs just enough to roll over on Gable and grab the ropes with his free hand.
Zach Davis: Livingston is in there quick to help break up the hold after Hatcher reaches the ropes.
Hatcher gets back to his feet. He stares at Gable, before gesturing to him and taunting him. Hatcher smiles, and approaches Gable. They tie up once again in the center of the ring. Hatcher quickly gains an advantage with a side headlock, but Gable powers out of it and lands a forearm to Hatcher’s head. He sucks up the blow, and delivers a forearm smash of his own to Gable. They continue to trade blows for about thirty seconds before Hatcher mixes it up with a boot to the stomach. Gable kneels over in pain, and then is grabbed by Hatcher who hits him with a double underhook suplex.
Freddy Whoa: A great display of power there by Raymond Hatcher on the smaller John Gable.
Gravedigger: Gable’s fine. Don’t worry about him.
Hatcher isn’t done yet. With Gable on the mat, Hatcher reaches down and collects him back to his feet. He sets him in position, and then lifts him up and sends him right back to the mat with a gutwrench powerbomb.
Zach Davis: What was that Digger?
Gravedigger: *clears throat*
Hatcher drops down for the cover.
Once again John Gable is able to kick out.
Gravedigger: Oh, thank god!
Hatcher slaps the canvas in frustration and gets back to his feet, bringing Gable up with him. With Gable on his feet, Hatcher delivers a flurry of low kicks to Gable's knee and thigh area, forcing him down to one knee, clutching his leg in pain. With Gable dazed, Hatcher grabs his head and is about to knee him in the head, when Gable slips the hold. He positions himself behind Hatcher and immediately puts him into a cross-face chicken wing hold.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a burst from John Gable! He’s got Raymond Hatcher in a bad spot here.
Gravedigger: Never a doubt gentlemen. Never a doubt.
Hatcher tries to shake off the smaller Gable, to no avail. He then tries to power his way to the ropes, but Gable sweeps out his legs from under him, forcing him to a kneeling positon. However, as Hatcher falls to his knees he’s able to dive forward and roll Gable all the way over onto his back – with Hatcher now on top of him!
Zach Davis: That’s a cover! Gable’s shoulders are pinned!
Freddy Whoa: NO! OH SHIT WAS THAT CLOSE.
Gable is able to get his shoulders just barely off the mat trapped underneath the body weight of Hatcher. He releases the hold in the process. Both men collect themselves and get back to their feet. Gable is the first to initiate an attack, running at Hatcher and delivering an elbow to the face. He hits another, and then grabs Hatcher and whips him against the ropes. As he bounces back he hits him with a spinning kick. Hatcher hits the mat.
Gravedigger: John Gable is cooking right now!
Gravedigger: That’s not a turkey joke, by the way.
Zach Davis: Thank you for clarifying that Gravedigger.
Gable reaches down and brings Hatcher back to his feet. He wraps his arm around his head and then lifts him straight up into the air. Gable poses for a brief second, showcasing his power, and then spins Hatcher and drops him onto his head for a Falcon Arrow Brainbuster!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: I think that’s going to do it folks.
Gable hooks the leg for the cover.
Gravedigger: WHAT THE SHIT!
Hatcher at the very last second is able to kick out. John Gable gets to his feet wide-eyed in disbelief. He casts a look at the referee, then down to Hatcher, and just shakes his head. Gable waits as Hatcher slowly lifts himself up to his feet.
Zach Davis: Well here we go, after a near fall Gable and Hatcher are both back on their feet.
Freddy Whoa: Once again, they’re sizin’ one another up…
Gable and Hatcher circle one another, waiting for the right moment to strike. Hatcher goes for a tie-up but Gable wants none of it as he catches him in the face with a jab. Gable trying to pull Hatcher in but Hatcher blocks the suplex attempt. Hatcher now trying for the Impovement-Plex.
Gravedigger: This could be it!
But Gable blocks it! Gable refusing to be suplexed as he catches Hatcher with multiple body shots. Gable breaking loose and he lands an uppercut to the face. Gable quickly pulls Hatcher in, lifts him up and drops him with a brainbuster before rolling it into a dragon sleeper.
Zach Davis: CITY LIGHTS!
Hatcher in a daze from the brainbuster but his arms are flailing for the ropes.
Gravedigger: And Hatcher is a mere 2 feet from the ropes but that Brainbuster looks to have left him in La-La Land.
Hatcher makes a last ditch effort to get to the ropes but comes up just short. The referee starts to check on him but quickly signals for the bell.
Zach Davis: It looks like the referee is calling it! Raymond Hatcher knocked out cold by the brainbuster and had no chance of getting out of that dragon sleeper.
"A Little God In My Hands" hits the speakers as the referee demands Gable break the hold. Gable not relenting as he continues to torque on the unconscious Hatcher. Finally the referee drags Gable off and points him toward the ropes. Gable raises his arms in victory as he yells toward the camera about wanting a better challenge next week. Slam goes to commercial as Gable leaves the ring.
ZOMBIE MCMORRIS vs SPENCER ADAMS
Zach Davis: We’re approaching the end of the night with the main event still to come but up next is the newly crowned Peoples Champion, Spencer Adams taking on you’re boi, Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: He ain’t my boy. I hate him. I wish he’d die in a house fire in the Antarctic.
Zach Davis: Of course, my partner is referring to Zombie McMorris who hanst had the most steller of matches in the past few weeks; months even.
Gravedigger: I don’t wana talk about it. I wana talk about Spencer Adams.
Freddy Whoa: Adams who just defeated Alex Richards this past Wednesday on the aptly named, WCF Wednesday Night.
Gravedigger: Real original, Freddy. I’m glad we have such outward thinkers here on Slam, the FLAG show of WCF. Not that slop you put on Wednesday nights. I swear you could put on two hours of Rooming with Dung Beetles and it would be more entertaining.
Freddy Whoa: Are you mad, GD? Mad that you never competed for or won the Peoples title or Internet Title?
Gravedigger: I’ll slap a black man on live T.V, I swear to baby Jesus.
Zach Davis: Gentlemen, the match.
Gravedigger: Right so we got Spencer Adams who is the most popular guy this week in WCF. More popular than Alex Richards; who knew? I mean, come on. Herpes Super Ebola is more popular then that freak.
Zach Davis: I think that’s stretching it.
Gravedigger: No. I got polls. I got statistics. Hardcore proof.
Freddy Whoa: Show us, then.
Gravedigger: I- I can get it. They’re with my lawyer. Legal concerns.
Freddy Whoa: You’re full of it.
Gravedigger: I swear to both Teenage and adult Christ that I WILL commit a hate crime live on national television. They’ll have to give you two holidays and rename Kwanza after you, just to make up for the horrendous beating I’m about to give you if you don’t close your chiclets.
"Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system.
Zach Davis: So it looks like Zombie McMorris is coming out first. It’ll be strange to see him without Buddy Roman, who was in the hospital after that beating by Raymond Hatcher from Ultimate Showdown.
Freddy Whoa: Or so we thought because he was here earlier when ZMAC interfered with Scarecrows match.
Gravedigger: Will you both show some respect. The man is dying and needs our prayers. Please. Please. For those of you at home watching this now please text “ Proud Father “ to 33146 if you wish to donate ten dollars to Buddy Roman so that he may recover from this god aweful condition. Its cheaper than the WCF Network and it will satisfy you a whole lot more. So please dig deep and give what you can.
the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: Do you think ZMAC can turn it around tonight?
Gravedigger: Is Freddy white?
Freddy Whoa: Is Gravedigger a closet homosexual ?
Zach Davis: Now I don’t know what to think. I mean, clearly Freddy is black but its also obvious that Grave-
Gravedigger: Shut your face, Davis!
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 with the WCF Peoples title on his shoulder.
Zach Davis: One of WCFs hottest rising talents, Spencer Adams, the Antidote. The highflying risk taker and NEW WCF Peoples Champion. Question is, do you think he’ll have his hands full with ZMAC tonight?
Freddy Whoa: Honestly, it depends what ZMAC we get. He hasn’t been impressive as of late but we all know that ZMAC can hang with the very best in the company. So its more a question if ZMAC wants too.
Gravedigger: I think Spencer has a shot. Hell, he’s got this locked away. ZMAC has been on the skids and he has cost me a fortune. Its time to back a winner.
ZMAC rushes Adams before Adams has time to get off the turnbuckle. ZMAC hits Adams with clubbing blows to the back but Adams fights him off with a boot to the face. ZMAC staggers away but Adams leaps off the top rope with a flying cross body and quickly recovers…
Zach Davis: Running head scissors to ZMAC!
ZMAC gets hurled across the ring and slides into the turnbuckle, trying to pull himself up..
Freddy Whoa: And Adams connects with a body splash into an irish whip that sends ZMAC into the other buckle.
Gravedigger: And he receives a boot to the face on the return. Just because ZMAC has been shit these past few weeks doesn’t mean he forgot how to do this.
ZMAC lifts Adams up for a high angle atomic drop but Adams leans back and grabs ahold of the top rope.
Zach Davis: Adams just peeled himself off of ZMAC and rolled back onto the top turnbuckle… And he connects with a bulldog.
Adams gets to his feet and hits the ropes, looking for a running shoot star..
Gravedigger: Zombie Drop!
Freddy Whoa: From outta no where.
Gravedigger: NO. Its from out of Betty Adams disgusting pudding snatch. ZMAC takes control of the match.
ZMAC starts laying the boots to Adams and shit kicks him right under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Adams hits the ground walking, trying to shake the cob webs loose.
Gravedigger: And heres where we get to see vintage Zombie McMorris.
ZMAC takes to the top rope and cat walks it to connect with a flying hurricanrana to Adams on the outside.
Zach Davis: And both men are down.
The ref counts: 1..2…3..4..5..
Adams gets to his feet first and tries to slide into the ring but hes stoped by ZMAC who grabs his leg and pulls him back out and starts clobbering Adams with a flurry of punches.
Zach Davis: The Peoples Champ is starting to fight back though, returning those punches. Its shot for shot.
Crowd: Lets go adams! *clap clap clap * Lets go Adams!
Gravedigger: Shot for shot with one of the best strikers in WCF, isn’t how you want to start your title reign, unless you don’t like having teeth in your mouth.
Adams elebows ZMAC good and knees him in the gut. ZMAC staggers away. It doesn’t take long for ZMAC to charge back but Adams skins the cat and pulls himself up and out of harms way. However, Adams doesn’t clear the ropes but comes back down and curb stomps ZMAC face first onto the apron.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Adams with his very own Curb Stomp. ZMAC is a victim of his own signature move!
Gravedigger: Probably not how you want things to escalate.
Zach Davis: I thought you were an Adams supporter?
Gravedigger: Yah but seeing ZMAC is like watching cherry bombs in mailboxs. You just wana see the cherry bomb fuck shit up.
ZMAC looks pissed as gets right back up from the curb onto the apron. Adams however is back in the ring and looking fly as he dives through the ropes.
Zach Davis: Adams is really taking the fight to ZMAC.
Freddy Whoa: He wants to show that he’s worth every bit of that Peoples title.
The ref counts: 1..2..3..4..5…6..
The two men continue brawl but this times its ZMAC who makes it to the ring first and Adams comes in at the eight count.
Gravedigger: And its ZMAC with a knee to the face of Adams who falls back between the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC setting Adams up between the top and middle rope. He’s looking for that hang man style ddt.
ADAMS KICKS OUT!
ZMAC picks Adams back up and whips him off the ropes. ZMAC ducks for a back body drop but Adams flips over and lands on his feet. Adams scoops ZMAC up and hits an impressive move!
Zach Davis: Show some Humility!
Gravedigger: Good night ZMAC! Its over
Gravedigger: All right! What did I tell ya! I knew he would kick out.
Freddy Whoa: Liar.
Adams gets to his feet and lifts up ZMAC into his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Adams is looking for the Vaccine. Hes looking to put ZMAC away.
ZMAC struggles to fight off The Vaccine..
Gravedigger: WORLD TOUR 69! Zmac REVERSED!
Zach Davis: I heard ZMAC is allowed to reverse one move a year and he just used it up.
Both men are down. the ref counts
ZMAC gets up to his feet first as he begins kicking and stomping away at Adams whose trying to cover up and defend himself but Honey Badger ain’t got fucks to give as the boots keep flying. ZMAC stomps Adams into the turnbuckle…
ZMAC: BOOT PARTY!
Freddy Whoa: Running Punt kick by ZMAC.
ZMAC lifts Adams up and tries to go for a upper-plex but Adams blocks it and tries his best to fight ZMAC off right before leveling ZMAC between the eyes the ZMAC goes down.
Zach Davis: The crowd on their feet. Chanting for Spencer Adams.
Freddy Whoa: He’s gonna fly!
Zach Davis: One of thee very best shooting star presses from anyone in WCF. Spencer Adams, the Peoples Champion looking to put it away. He makes the cover.
Gravedigger: Another bear fall. Spencer must be hating himself.
Freddy Whoa: What does it take to put ZAC away?
Gravedigger: Maybe Adams should put Raymond Hatcher on a stick and poke ZMAC with it. That might work.
Adams picks ZMAC but ZMAC rakes the eyes and clocks Adams right in the face. Adams turns completely around and slumps across the top rope.
Zach Davis: Adams has been trying to put ZMAC away but ZMAC is trying to show that he’s still got the skills to stay in bug fights.
Gravedigger: six months ago ZMAC was fighting world champions and now he’s fighting the peoples champion. Hes fallen so far, even Grime won’t look at him.
Freddy Whoa: It’s a matter of can ZMAC hang with Spencer Adams whose been pulling out stops and just hitting ZMAC with everything. And Adams has taken punishment too but he’s been on the game a lot more.
ZMAC reaches down into his pants and pulls out dirty rag. He captures Adams with a grape vine choke and just starts to smother Adams with this rag.
Zach Davis: ZMAC with the rag! Its that chloroform rag! For those watching at home, unfortunately this is a legal move. ZMAC sweat is so toxic it renders opponents unconscious. Its not the stink, it’s the oils and bacteria in his sweat.
Freddy Whoa: But Adams is fighting. Hes struggling to break free and hes got the ropes.
Ref calls for the break
The ref tries to pull ZMAC off as Adams slides under the ropes. ZMAC argues with the ref..
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams takes to the top rope, trying to clear his lungs up on that perch.
Grave Digger: ZMAC turn around..
Commentary team: NO F***ING WAY!
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC turned the shooting star press into a crippler crossface!
Zach Davis: It’s a chloroform crossface!
Gravedigger: If the submission doesn’t get him, the stank will. Its smells like good Polish cooking. Makes your nose hair envy sweaty ball sack. And I don’t think Adams has the fortitude.
Freddy Whoa: He’s fighting. Adams is struggling against the cross face. He trying to crawl to the ropes and hold his breath. Anything to break the hold.
Crowd: Lets go Adams! Lets go Adams!
Zach Davis: Can he? Will he…
Freddy Whoa: He’s fading.. but hes so close. Hang on, Spencer..
Crowd: Adams! Adams! Adams!
With his last gasp Adam tries to reach for the ropes, within a few short fingertips but he falls short and collapses.
The ref checks his hands..
The crowd boos as ZMAC rolls out of the ring huffing the rag and laughing as he hops the barrier and makes his way through the crowd.
Gravedigger: ZMAC picks up the win.
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams tried his best but fell just inches short from that rope break He didn’t tap out. He didn’t submit. He just succumbed to the chloroform rag.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams might fly like super man.. but he’s still human.
Slam goes to commercial with a shot of ZMAC celebrating in the crowd as the referee checks on a slowly recovering Spencer in the ring.
JOEY FLASH vs TEO DEL SOL
Freddy Whoa: Alright folks, just a couple matches left, and this next one should be a scorcher, as the promising up and comer Teo Del Sol gets set to take on the #1 Contender for the WCF World Championship in Joey Flash.
Zach Davis: This is my dark horse pick for match of the week. Del Sol may not have the impressive win streak Flash had early on in his career, but he’s impressed all the same with tough, competitive matches each and every time he steps in the ring.
Gravedigger: Yeah...he’s been okay. But ain’t no sunshine when Joey Flash comes down to the ring.
Just then the stadium lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. Periphery’s “Mile Zero” begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. The boos are deafening as he floats regally down the aisle bathing in the hateful, bloodlusting atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it while dodging random bits of thrown garbage.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from Bronx, New York...weighing in at 220 pounds...JOOOEEYY FFLLAAAAASSSHHH!!!
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at the curtain where Teo is set to walk through with both apathy and disgust.
Freddy Whoa: There he is folks - the man who’s going to square off against the World Champion in just two weeks.
Zach Davis: For those that haven’t been paying attention, Dune and Joey Flash have been at each other’s throats for months. Naturally everyone wants a shot at the Champ, but there’s not a single man who deserves it more than Joey Flash.
Gravedigger: Fuck Dune.
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 a crowd eager to see Joey Flash’s head get taken off. 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!
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...hailing from Houston, Texas...weighing in at 180 pounds...TEEOOO DEL SOOOOOOOOLL!!!
The audience goes wild as he points toward the #1 Contender and, after a moment of pause, he sprints down the ramp and slides under the ropes, landing in the center of the ring. He pushes down with his hands and springs to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes running to the turnbuckle with a gesture towards the sky!
He goes to remove his cape when Flash runs at him, hitting him in the back of the head with a sharp elbow. Teo goes down and Flash stomps on him a few times before throw his arms up and his head back, basking once more in the onslaught of boos.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on!
DING - DING - DING
Freddy Whoa: Flash with the cheap shot on Teo to start things off.
Zach Davis: He didn’t even let him take his cape off. Not cool, Joey Flash.
Gravedigger: Get used to it.
Flash picks Del Sol up and plants his skull into the mat with a DDT. He doesn’t let go of his head when he hits the mat though, instead locking his neck in an incredibly awkward and painful looking choking hold. Teo comes to life, and his legs kick against the mat as the ref begins to count. Flash let’s go in the nick of time and stands up, backing away in the face of the ref with his arms raised innocently and a sinister grin.
Zach Davis: Flash in control early...this could get ugly.
Freddy Whoa: Teo’s back on his feet. Joey makes for him slowly, hands up as if this was a boxing match...Oof! Straight jab from Flash knocks Teo’s head back. Ah! Another...
Gravedigger: This looks like rock em sock em robots!
Flash jabs at Teo again, but the speedy high-flyer ducks and sweeps the leg, nearly taking Joey off his feet. His first miscalculation changes his expression from one of supreme confidence to one of anger, and he kicks out at Teo...only to miss him again.
Freddy Whoa: Teo showing his speed here. Flash can’t touch him!
As if hearing the announcer’s words, Flash charges Teo, who manages to roll out of the way just before taking another elbow shot to the face. Flash hits the corner and bounces off, holding his sternum. Del Sol positions himself, then leaps…
Freddy Whoa: Hurricanrana by Del Sol! He hops on for the pin!
Zach Davis: NO! Joey Flash kicks out!
Flash rolls away before shooting to his feet. Full on rage shows on his face as Teo stands, which grows as Teo finally takes his cape off and makes a brushing motion on both shoulders before signaling for Joey to bring it on.
Freddy Whoa: The crowd is going wild - they love Teo Del Sol!
Gravedigger: Wrong. They just hate Joey Flash…
Flash doesn’t hesitate to answer Teo’s challenge, and he sprints at him once more. But he stops just as Teo leaps in the air, expecting to catch Flash with another headscissors takedown again. Instead Del Sol crashes to the mat, and Flash is quick to pounce.
Freddy Whoa: That’s why he’s the #1 Contender, folks. You’ll never meet a wrestler more crafty and cunning than one Joey Flash.
Flash drives his knee into Del Sol’s masked face and mashes it around for a second or so. Teo finally wriggles free, only for Joey to grab him by the legs and spin him around.
Zach Davis: Oh no...he’s got him in a Bowser hold…
Gravedigger: A WHAT?
Zach Davis: You know... like in Mario 64?
Gravedigger: ...What the fuck did you just say to me, you NER-
Freddy Whoa: OH MAH GAWD!
Flash releases Del Sol, whose momentum sends him hurtling headfirst into the corner post. He topples out of the ring onto the mats below. Flash stands next to the ref in the ring, counting along with him as he looks down at Del Sol with a wide, triumphant grin.
Del Sol begins to stir, and the smile fades from Flash’s face.
He rises from his knees to his feet with help from the apron.
Freddy Whoa: Del Sol back in before the 10-count.
Zach Davis: This kid’s got heart.
Gravedigger: If only he had talent.
Flash begins to stomp Del Sol before the ref pushes him back. Joey shoves the ref and gets in his face. The two begin to bicker as Teo makes his way to his feet. He runs at Flash.
Freddy Whoa: Tornado DDT on Flash! Del Sol’s back on his feet in no time! He hops up on the top rope with a single bound, and....SLINGSHOT SENTON BOMB ON FLASH! Del Sol covers!
Flash gets a shoulder up, but Del Sol is on fire, and he drives a series of elbows into Joey’s face before shooting to his feet. The crowd goes wild as Joey does the same. Del Sol leaps only for Flash to catch one of his legs...just as he expects him to.
Freddy Whoa: Enziguiri! Down goes Flash!
Flash writhes around on the ground, holding his head in pan as Del Sol once more makes for the top rope. He perches there as Flash slowly makes his way to his feet, too dazed to realize what awaits him.
Freddy Whoa: Missile Dropkick! Flash goes down once more!
Zach Davis: Pin him! Pin him!!
But Del Sol makes his way to the top turnbuckle once more. He leaps…
Gravedigger: He missed! HA HA!
Freddy Whoa: Del Sol with the rookie mistake by going for the killshot too early. Now Joey’s back on his feet.
Flash walks over to the down Del Sol and kneels down on one of his arms. He catches the other as it strikes out at him, then leans in and appears to whisper into Teo’s ear. Del Sol fights with all his strength to break free as Joey begins slamming his shoulder blade into his face.
Freddy Whoa; This is just sick...Joey Flash is toying with Del Sol.
But just then Del Sol gets a leg around Flash’s neck, catching him off guard as made obvious by his confused and panicked expression. Del Sol wraps his other leg around his neck and locks in the hold, releasing just before the ref counts to five. Del Sol shoots to his feet as Flash does the same. Del Sol holds up two fingers at Joey before shouting across the ring at him.
Freddy Whoa: “Two can play that game,” says Del Sol to Flash.
Gravedigger: That’s what I love about Joey...he brings out the worst in people!
They charge each other. Del Sol ducks low in an attempt to trip Flash’s feet up with his own, but his timing is just barely off, and Flash catches him with a stomp-like kick to the temple instead. Del Sol goes limp on the mat as Joey looks around at the crowd with a look of feigned-confusion and very real amusement. He holds up a finger and nods, as if he’s about to give them exactly what they paid the price of admission to see.
Freddy Whoa: Del Sol is dazed beyond belief, yet Joey Flash isn’t going for the pin. He’s standing him up...he sets him against the ropes, and…no - Jesus Joey, don’t -
Flash bobs and weaves as if fighting a fully conscious opponent before cracking Del Sol across the face with a right counter punch.
Freddy Whoa: SUDDEN FLASH! My God... it’s over…
Flash throws Del Sol’s limp, propped up body across the ring before walking over to him. He puts his foot on his chest before the ref slides down for the count.
The lights go black in the stadium.
Freddy Whoa: What the -
A hush comes over the crowd before “The Pink Room” pours out over the PA. The crowd pops as Dune’s theme plays, though no one appears from out of the lit-up curtain…
Zach Davis: Dune wants revenge, not only for what happened earlier tonight, but for nearly half a year of being the target of Joey Flash’s misdeeds, of which there are so, so many…
Gravedigger: What’s he going to do, come out here and put his hands on Flash? You all know the agreement - NO TOUCHING! Dune may just be stupid enough to have forgotten that though…
But the music stops, and the lights come back on just as quickly as they’d left. We find Joey wide-eyed in the ring, his head on a swivel as he scans for the World Champion. Teo, however, has only one foe in mind, and just as Flash turns toward him, he hits him with a running forearm to the face. Flash goes down and Del Sol is quick to hit him with a drop toe hold.
Zach Davis: Oof! That’s got to hurt!
Joey pleads with Del Sol to release him but he shows no mercy. When he finally does release the hold, he shoots to his feet and begins circling Flash, kicking at his head as Flash spins around on the mat to avoid him
Gravedigger: What the fuck is going on here! JUST GRAB HIM!
Flash dodges a kick before spinning to his feet. He catches Del Sol’s foot once more, though he manages to avoid the Enziguiri this time. Del Sol falls to the mat before Flash drops an elbow into a nerve-filled area of his hamstrung. Del Sol clutches his leg in pain as Flash repeats the manuever.
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash is a relentless, remorseless individual, and he’s only proving it here.
Flash picks him up by the mask, striking him with another hard elbow before positioning himself behind him. He grabs hold of Del Sol by the waist, bends at the knees, and yanks backward with all his might...
Freddy Whoa: LIGHTNING BOLT!
Zach Davis: NO! Del Sol lands on his feet!
Gravedigger: Holy shit…that was amazing…
Flash turns around in the confusion of not hearing the usual thud, and Del Sol connects with a spinning back kick to his head.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Habanero Hurricane on Flash out of nowhere! Del Sol goes for the cover!
Freddy Whoa: Flash kicks out!
Zach Davis: Oh come on! That was three, ref!
Del Sol is making the same case to ref in the ring as Joey makes his way to his feet. He does so slowly, allowing Teo a chance to come over and help him out. When he does, Joey strikes. He spears Teo and gets on top of him, pinning his shoulders to the mat with his knees and cracking his masked face with punch after punch. He leans forward, avoiding Teo’s legs as they reach up to grab him and pull him down. Joey shoots a rage-filled glance at the ref, motioning to Teo’s pinned shoulders before the ref slides down.
Joey cracks Teo again the face.
He punches him one last time for good measure, knocking him unconscious as the ref grabs for his hand. Flash stands, allowing him to raise it as the boos fill the stadium.
Freddy Whoa: It’s all over folks - Joey Flash wins.
Zach Davis: A brutal battle between two fierce competitors, but the #1 Contender for the World Title showed us why he’s just that tonight.
Gravedigger: Dune is done. Mark it. All hail King Joseph Flash.
Flash raises his arms in victory, standing tall over Del Sol as the referee tries to keep him away. Flash sneers at Del Sol and then turns, leaving the ring as he does the title belt motion around his waist, yelling to the fans that he's their next World Champion. Slam goes to commercial as Flash poses on the ramp.
United States Title Match
David Sanchez vs Thomas Uriel Bates
Special Guest Commentators: Isaiah Chavis and Dune
David Sanchez vs Thomas Uriel Bates
Special Guest Commentators: Isaiah Chavis and Dune
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is your main event, and the United States championship match! Coming to the ring first…
“Whoop Whoop” by Twiztid starts to play. The camera searches the crowd for Isaiah, who pops out at the back of the lowest tier. He jumps up onto a railing, and into the crowd. They catch him and surf him down to the ring. With a loud “whoop whoop” he struts to his spot on the commentary table, and slips the headphones on.
Isaiah Chavis: Hey hey WCF fans! Digger needed to get off early, or all of Minneapolis’s premium hookers would be taken. There’s only like three, so he had to hurry. That’s why they slapped my ugly ass on commentary for you!
Kyle Steel: And your other special guest commentator…
“The Pink Room” by Angelo Badalamenti begins to play, and out walks Dune with the WCF World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. The crowd erupts in a joyous frenzy, as the wrestler makes his way down the ramp.
Isaiah Chavis: I can’t wait to call a match with this dude. The World Champion is in the HAUUUUUUUGGGGHHH!
Dune walks to the announce table, laying the title belt down gently in front of him. He has a set and slides the headset one.
Dune: Hello everyone, hello Isaiah. It’s a pleasure to be working with you.
Isaiah: Back at you homie. Let’s get this bitch started!
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring… your challenger…
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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…
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 titron begins showing clips of the Dark Riders Gang MC riding in columns with Bates at the lead.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Huntsville, Alabama. He weighs in at 430 pounds, and stands six feet, nine inches tall. He is your United States Champion… Thomas Uriel Bates!
Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage and begins walking towards the ring with a focused look. The fans boo loudly, confusing the champion.
Isaiah Chavis: If he expected Minnesotans to cheer him, he just got a rude awakening.
Dune: Yes, from what I understand they don’t care much for his confederate flag around this area.
The titantron shows the motorcycle images replaced with images of Bates fighting in the ring, highlighting his power moves from his previous matches, ending with Bates throwing Gemini Battle thirty feet in the air and into the fifth row of the crowd. As Bates arrives to the ring, he climbs up the steps and walks to the center of the apron. He steps over the top rope and enters the ring. His cold eyes stay locked on Sanchez, as the ref takes the belt from him and shows it to Sanchez and the crowd.
Isaiah Chavis: They’re staring each other down right now like a couple stray rottweilers.
Dune: Yes, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we see quite a bit of blood tonight. Of course, that’s what the fans paid good money for.
Isaiah Chavis: Maybe they paid money so they didn’t have to hear our stupid asses talking over the match.
Dune: Also a possibility.
The ref quickly goes over the rules with both men, before signaling for the bell to ring. The men go to lock up, but they are stopped by loud dueling “Fuck you Sanchez” “Fuck you Bates” chants. The men give the crowd a confused look, before shrugging it off and locking up. They shove each other back and forth like bull moose during mating season. Eventually Bates’s superior size give him the advantage, and he shoves David back against the turnbuckle. He then lets go and steps back, giving him a look that says “I did that to show you I can” He then beckons Sanchez to attack, which he does. They lock up again, but this time Sanchez is quick to scramble around to Bates’s back and pull his legs out from under him. He slaps him in the back of the head a few times, before backing off and letting Bates stand. When Bates is up, Sanchez gives him the same look, and they circle each other a bit.
Dune: It is like two lions in the wild, fighting over leadership of a pride.
Isaiah Chavis: All I see is two bad ass mother fuckers ready to murder each other.
Bates swings with a right, and Sanchez dodges backward, before diving forward and hitting a chop block on his opponent. Bates collapses to the ground, grabbing his knee, but doesn’t have time to worry about it before Sanchez grabs it and wrenches him around into a single leg boston crab. Bates panics and wrenches himself out of the hold before it can be applied with any force. He stands up, facing down a smiling David Sanchez.
Isaiah Chavis: The tension between these two mother fuckers is crazy right now.
Dune: I would be incredibly surprised if at least a little blood does not spill here tonight.
Sanchez runs at Bates, who dodges slightly to the left, and hits Sanchez with a hard lariat, sending him to the ground. Bates drags him up by the arm, and hits him with a second lariat. He drags Sanchez up again, but whips him into the corner this time. He runs forward and goes for a boot, but Sanchez drops out of the way Bates gets hung up by the knee on the top rope, as Sanchez stomps away on his open leg. Eventually Bates drops to the ground, clutching his knee.
Isaiah Chavis: Sanchez came in with a gameplan, and that gameplan is to take out Bates’s leg.
Dune: And it seems to be working.
Sanchez drags Bates to the edge of the ring, and drops to the ground. He brings Bates’s leg up and slams it down on the apron. Thomas screams in pain, but David doesn’t let go before slamming it on the edge a few more times. Bates rolls into the middle of the ring, and Sanchez gives chase, not giving him a chance to stand. David stomps on Bates’s leg a few more times, and drops a knee on it. He stays down on the leg, using his own knee as a fulcrum to wrench on Bates’s. He pulls hard, as Bates flails for the ropes, but can’t reach. He gets up and drops the knee a couple more times, before Bates finally kicks with his free foot, and connects with Sanchez's temple. David falls to the side, blood now dripping from the side of his head.
Isaiah Chavis: And Bates strikes a hell of a blow, putting Sanchez down hard!
Dune: There is the blood I predicted. These two men are going to hurt each other tonight.
Bates gets up and drops a knee on David’s ribs. He does that a couple more times, before lifting Sanchez, and tossing him over the top rope. The crowd boos loudly, causing Bates to glare at them.
Dune: He must be careful not to let the crowd get to him.
Isaiah Chavis: Yeah, he’s gotta put his blinders on and just wrestle. I’ve had some experiences with that.
Dune: It is hard for me to imagine a crowd booing you.
Isaiah Chavis: Mufukka, I’m a Juggalo. I can’t believe anyone cheers me.
Sanchez hobbles to his feet, and Bates reaches over the top rope to grab him. Sanchez is too fast. He jumps up and grabs the back of Bates’s head, hanging him up on the cable. Bates flies backward, allowing Sanchez to slide under the bottom rope, and take back the upper hand.
Isaiah Chavis: You gotta be careful with Sanchez. Mother fucker is smart as shit, yo.
Dune: He is quite the crafty competitor. Bates might be big and strong, but Sanchez has him beat by a mile as far as brains are concerned.
Sanchez grabs the leg, and puts him in a spinning toe hold, wrenching on the injured knee. He pulls hard, causing Bates to swing for his head. Sanchez dodges it, and mocks Bates a bit. He goes to wrench on the knee some more, and mistimes it, allowing Bates to kick him square in the chest. David stumbles backward, and falls through the ropes, crashing hard to the concrete. Bates gets to his feet, and climbs out onto the apron. When Sanchez stands, Bates jumps off and hits him with a double axe handle, sending him back to the ground.
Dune: A beautiful double ax handle from Bates.
Isaiah Chavis: With his forearms, it’s more like the blunt side of the business end of the ax.
Dune: You are a master wordsmith.
Isaiah Chavis: YOU ARE!
Bates picks Sanchez up, and whips him into the barricade. He goes for a boot, and connects this time, sending Sanchez into the front row. Bates turns around, and throws his arms up, causing the crowd to boo even louder. Bates rolls his eyes and turns back around, only to see Sanchez pop up over the barrier, and hit him with a diving clothesline. Both men fall to the cement.
Isaiah Chavis: Sanchez outta fuckin’ nowhere!
Both men lay on the ground for a while. Sanchez is the first to stand. He lifts Bates, and rolls him into the ring. Following after, he waits for Bates to stand, and bounces off the ropes. On the rebound, he drops down and hits a chop block to the back to Thomas’s knee, causing him to collapse to the canvas. He quickly grabs it, and locks on a figure four. Bates flails for the ropes, but again finds himself too far away. Sanchez pulls back with malicious intent, putting intense pressure on the knee.
Dune: Bates is in a fair amount of trouble here. That leg has taken a tremendous beating, and the figure four leg lock is incredibly painful.
Isaiah Chavis: Sanchez might actually make Bates tap out!
Bates claws his way close enough to grab the ropes, and the ref begins to count. He gets to four before David lets go, and gets to his feet. Bates tries to stand, but Sanchez kicks his leg out from under him. He does the same thing a second time before screaming in Bates’s face.
David Sanchez: I AM BETTER THAN YOU! I ALWAYS WILL BE! DEAL WITH IT!
He clocks Bates with a right across the jaw, sending him flat to the mat. The ref yells at him for the closed fist, but Sanchez basically ignores him. He drags Bates to his feet, and whips him into the corner. Bates comes back faster than expected though, and hits Sanchez with a boot to the face. Without much waiting, he grabs the man around the waist, and wrenches him upward, hitting him with a stiff powerbomb.
Isaiah Chavis: The strength of Bates! You know, I hear he log lifts 424 pounds.
He picks Sanchez up again, this time lifting him into a gorilla press position, before tossing him over the top rope. Sanchez hits the ground hard, and lays there, giving Bates time to recuperate and check on his knee. The crowd has stopped booing either man. They sit in stunned almost silence, as Bates drops down and rolls out of the ring. He drags David up, and tosses him carelessly into the steel steps. He lifts him up again, this time in a powerslam position, before hitting him with a fall away slam, that sends him crashing into the steel guard rail.
Isaiah Chavis: Sanchez takin a nasty ass beatin’ right now. He’s gotta get somethin’ goin’ or his ass is done.
Dune: Yes, you can see the fire in Bates’s eyes now. He’s on a roll and David Sanchez needs to put an end to it quickly.
Bates grabs him by the back of the neck, and tosses him under the bottom rope. It looks like Bates is going for the pin, but out of desperation, Sanchez uses his momentum to roll clear across the ring, and to the floor on the other side. He grabs his ribs, trying his best to draw in air.
Dune: He may be in more trouble than we thought. That last move by Bates seems to have done a lot of damage.
Thomas walks across the ring, and climbs onto the apron. Sanchez leaps into action, pulling his injured leg out from under him. The large man hits the apron hard, and falls to the concrete floor. Sanchez immediately pulls Bates leg up, and throws it so it crashes into the apron. He then lifts the big man with great effort, and rolls him under the bottom rope. Sanchez climbs onto the apron, and leaps over the top rope, coming down with a hard stomp to the side of Bates’s knee. He quickly wraps the injured knee around the bottom rope, and pulls up on Bates’s foot.
Isaiah Chavis: Sanchez doing whatever it takes to beat the US Champ here tonight.
Dune: These men are leaving years of their careers in the ring tonight.
Sanchez wrenches on the knee until the ref hits four. He lets go, but stomps on Bates’s leg as he stands up. Sanchez bends down to grab him again, but Bates swings, and clocks him with a hard right. David stumble back and bounces off the ropes. When he comes back, Bates is on his knees,and leaps forward, hitting Sanchez with a spear. Obviously in great pain, Bates mounts Sanchez, and starts hitting him with rights and lefts.
Isaiah Chavis: Sanchez has to get out of this or it’s over.
Dune: Agreed. Bates has heavy fists, and I don’t think even David Sanchez will be able to take this much longer.
Between punches, Sanchez lunges desperately and rakes the eyes of his opponent. Bates grabs his face and falls to the side, giving Sanchez time to drag himself out of the ring. After taking a breather, he gets back in and stands to his feet. By this time Bates is up, and the two men face off as the crowd suddenly begins applauding.
Isaiah Chavis: The crowd might not like either of these dudes, but they are givin’ us one hell of a fight tonight.
Bates swings, Sanchez ducks it. Sanchez swings. Bates ducks it. They trade a couple of volleys like that, before Sanchez drops down and kicks Bates’s injured leg out from under him. Sanchez bends down to pick him up.
He lifts Bates and whips him into the ropes. Bates is too quick and comes back with a clothesline, but Sanchez just manages to duck it. He quickly wraps an arm around Bates’s leg, and pins him with a school boy roll up.
The crowd erupts, as both men lay on the blood stained canvas. The ref raises Sanchez’s arm, and attempts to get him to his feet.
Kyle Steel: Your winner… and NEW United States Champion… David Sanchez!
Sanchez manages to get to his feet, and when he does, he kicks Bates until he falls out of the ring. The crowd boos loudly, but David holds up his new title with a defiant grin. It disappears when he sees a wave of people begin to jump the barricade. Not just any people, however. These are Isaiah’s painted followers. They surround the ring, but do not enter. Instead parting when Isaiah stands, allowing him to climb into the ring. Chavis walks up to Sanchez, and they stare each other down for a few minutes. Isaiah then extends his hand, and the crowd cheers loudly. Sanchez looks back and forth, before dropping down and rolling out of the ring. The crowd boos, but he holds up his title once again, before making his way up the ramp, untouched by Isaiah’s followers.
Zach Davis: And after what can only be described as a match that was truly worth the title of "Main Event", David Sanchez has won the United States Title, his first title in the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: This kid is something special for sure. But let's not completely disregard what Bates did tonight. He put it all out there trying to defend his title, but in the end he just couldn't overcome the hungrier challenger.
Sanchez lifts up his newly won US Title one last time before he disappears backstage. Chavis and his followers make their way up the ramp and disappear behind the curtain. Bates sits up in the ring looking exhausted and disappointed as Sanchez's music continues to play. Dune is standing up at the announce table, World Title in the air.
Zach Davis: That is for certain! Well for Freddy Whoa, Gravedigger and myself, we'd like to thank-
"Master Of Puppets" hits the speakers.
Gravedigger: Whoa! Hold on Zach, the boss is here!
The fans boo as Seth Lerch walks out from the back, microphone in hand.
Seth Lerch: Cut the music, cut the music.
The boos intensify as Seth waves to the crowd.
Seth Lerch: I know, I know, you all just love me.
More boos. Crowd hates Seth.
Seth Lerch: And I love all of you too. But you want to know what I don't love? The crap that you people clamor for. The things that you demand to see on a week by week basis. You people know nothing about the business of wrestling. You're all arm chair bookers that complain on the Internet about how you're darlings aren't in the main event more. It makes me sick. You all make me sick!
Zach Davis: Well this is a slightly different kind of tone we're used to from Seth.
Freddy Whoa: And this crowd is really giving it to Seth for it. Listen to them!
Crowd: GO TO HELL! GO TO HELL!
Seth begins to pace on the stage.
Seth Lerch: BUT...it's well known that my love of buyrates and money far exceeds anything else. So, with that said, let me address the reason that I'm out here.
Seth stops and stares toward the ring at Bates.
Seth Lerch: You, Thomas Bates. The fans apparently want you to face Dune for the World Title at Revenge.
The fans cheer.
Seth Lerch: These people all believe that you are the man that can end the reign of Dune. That you can do what no other man has been able to do. But I don't.
The cheers turn to boos.
Seth Lerch: Look at you. You just lost the United States Title to David Sanchez of all people. And you're the person these people think can beat the World Champion? No, I don't buy it.
Louder boos. The crowd seems ready to eat Seth alive.
Seth Lerch: But like I said, I love buyrates and I love money. And if what the people want is Thomas Bates in a World Title Match against Dune at Revenge, then by god I'm going to give the people just that.
Huge pop as Bates and Dune have a staredown. Bates makes a motion to his waist before pointing at the World Title that Bates is holding high.
Seth Lerch: Oh, but wait. I'm not done.
Both men break their stare and turn to Seth.
Seth Lerch: No, not even close to being done. See, I'm giving these people what they want because I know they'll tune into Revenge, exclusively on the WCF Network for just $10.01 a month by the way, to see it. But by now you all should know that I always get what I want as well.
Zach Davis: Oh god, this isn't going to end well.
Seth Lerch: You see, I said I was putting Thomas Bates into a World Title Match against Dune at Revenge. But what I didn't say is that was all.
Seth steps to the center of the stage.
Seth Lerch: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the THIRD MAN in the World Title Match at Revenge...
"Mile Zero" by Periphery hits the arena speakers. Out from the back comes Joey Flash, a giant smile on his face. Bates is at the ropes cursing out both Flash and Seth as Dune puts the World Title over his shoulder, looking back and forth between Bates and Flash. Seth raises Flash's arm as Flash points at both Bates and Dune, saying something that the cameras can't catch.
Zach Davis: It's a triple threat match at Revenge?! This is huge!
Freddy Whoa: Dune versus Joey Flash vs Thomas Bates? My god this could go down as one of the best main events in recent history. That ring is going to be a war zone!
Slam fades out to black as Seth lets go of Flash's arm and steps back to let him have his spotlight. Bates and Dune exchange looks with each other and with Flash as neither of them look happy about this revelation.