Post by Jayson Price on Aug 23, 2015 23:29:26 GMT -5
The show opens to a shot of the parking outside the Wells Fargo Center where the thunderous beating of bass reverberates from massive speakers flanking a stage. As the DJ, B1G F15H, spins records from his pedestal, colored lights flashing and blinking, a sea of people dance. Amongst the crowd are the recognizable figures of Los Tiburones and Andre Aquarius, arms around one another’s shoulders and beers thrust in the air like banners to sophomoric immaturity.
Los Tiburones: This is the greatest rager ever!
Andre Aquarius: Bruh, every rager we have is the greatest!
Kyle Kemp slowly walks into the picture with a sly smile on his face.
Kemp: No now it’s the greatest rager ever!
Los Tiburones exchanges a fist bump with Kemp as they begin to take in the scene around them.
Kemp: Jesus where did you find some of these guys? Look at this guy!
Kemp points at an overly tan and muscular man with bleached blond spiky hair and is wearing a white button up with black angel wings.
Kemp: I feel like you went into the closest C- night club and invited all the guests! All we need now to make this a true party is a guy with his name written in old english letters across the top of his back.
It is at this moment where a hammered guy walks by them shirtless and screaming. As he passes them the camera focuses on his back which reads “Dakota” in old english letters across the top of his back. Kemp looks at the others and they begin to laugh.
Los Tiburones: Yo, check this shit out.
Tiburones points across the lot at a thin young man sporting horn rims and Spencer Adams shirt, pogoing with two women, both with dyed hair, wearing Dune shirts.
Los Tiburones: This is what happens when you get Hvcci Gvcci on the line-up; the hipsters think they can come too.
The camera angle goes aeriel as viewers see WCF newcomer Legion pushing through the crowd of ecstasy fueled ragers, having just arrived at the Wells Fargo Center. His flannel and Wranglers stands out among the neon and bare skin, allowing the members of #BeachKrew and company spot him with ease, effortlessly making their way over to him.
Legion: No need to even bother with me, boys. I’m just passing through y’all’s little dance party to take part in some real entertainment.
Andre Aquarius: Someone really let themselves go after that Eastbound and Down finale. Ol’ white bread Kenny Powers lookin’ ass.
Los Tiburones: No shit. Is Cliven Bundy having a speaking event? Or did Pennsylvania change its interspecies sodomy laws?
Hunter Updegraff pops in, interrupting the scene.
Hunter Updegraff: This is the craziest party ever, yo! I just saw Whoopi Goldberg making out with midget! Imma go check the bubble room.Y’all have fun. Hashtag bottle service!
With that, Hunter disappears from the scene.
Legion: Heh, I hope y’all realize where you boys are at. Most people in Philly haven’t been to the beach in years, so your whole get up won’t mean shit to these people. Its going to come down to your wrestling ability tonight, and if this little encounter of ours is of any indication, the end of your night won’t nearly be as fun as the beginning.
Los Tiburones: You ain't from around here, are ya jobber?
Andre Aquarius: Have fun at the bottom, bruh.
Doing his best Deliverance impression, Tiburones slips into a thick faux-Appalachian accent.
Los Tiburones: Lucks lahk we gawddus a sow here, ‘nsteduva boar. I bet yew kin squeal lahk uh piggy when yer tappin’ out.
Legion: Its over-the-top elimination, dumbass.
And with that, the simple pig farmer steps past #BeachKrew, heading into to the arena as his match was soon to begin. Tiburones yells at him as he leaves.
Kyle Kemp: Some folks call it a sling blade; I call it a Kaiser blade!
The cameras then switch inside the arena and we get a sweeping shot of the crowd as "Drunk And Crazy" by Mogwai plays.
Zach Davis: Well as the Beach Krew are apparently throwing the most epic rager of all time in the parking lot, inside the Wells Fargo Center the WCF Universe is pumped for Slam tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Did we really decide that WCF Universe was a thing? It sounds so...cheesy.
Zach Davis: Well what do you propose we call them then?
Freddy Whoa: How about just call them what they are? The fans.
Zach Davis: Well I suppose we can try it your way, as crazy as it may seem.
Gravedigger: Such riveting commentary, can't wait to listen to you two all night.
As the crowd holds up their signs and continue to cheer, "Drunk And Crazy" cuts and gets replaced by "Master Of Puppets" by Metallica.
Zach Davis: And here comes the boss!
The crowd boos as a rather depressed looking Seth Lerch walks out from the back.
Freddy Whoa: And a sad boss apparently. Jeez, you'd think Gravedigger had killed his puppy.
Gravedigger: Hey! That was only that one time.
Seth walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring before being handed a microphone by Kyle Steel. Seth goes to raise the microphone when "Periphery" by Mile Zero hits the arena speakers. Seth's expression becomes pained as Joey Flash walks out from the back. The crowd boos as Flash makes his way down the ramp and climbs into the ring.
Seth Lerch: Joey, I asked for you to stay in the back while I came out here.
Joey Flash: And miss you hyping up the blockbuster main event for Revenge that you announced last week? Come on Seth! Why should I stay in the back for that? Me being in the match is the sole reason that anyone is going to watch the damn PPV.
Zach Davis: And of course you can all watch Revenge live on the WCF Net-
Gravedigger: Shut up you idiot! Your pandering is making it so I can't hear.
Joey Flash: So come on Seth, tell all these morons exactly why the main event at Revenge is going to be the greatest main event in the history of Revenge. Nay. Make that in the history of all of WCF.
The crowd boos as Flash steps back, giving Seth the center of the ring. Seth looks over to him, sadness in his eyes.
Seth Lerch: I can't.
Joey Flash: Well not with that attitude you can't. Come on man, get hyped! Get enthused!
Seth Lerch: Joey, I can't do it. I can't.
Joey Flash: And why is that?
Seth Lerch: Because you're not going to be in the main event.
The crowd lets out a massive gasp as Joey Flash's face goes red.
Joey Flash: WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT IN THE MAIN EVENT?
Seth Lerch: Please, don't yell at me.
Joey Flash: Don't yell at you?! YOU TOLD ME I WAS GOING TO BE IN THE MAIN EVENT! THAT I WAS GETTING MY WORLD TITLE SHOT FINALLY!
Seth Lerch: I KNOW! I know. But Joey, you don't understand. I...I was drunk last Sunday.
Joey Flash: What else is new? You drink during every show.
Seth Lerch: But we were talking about things and I'd had a few more drinks than I usually do and the way you were talking up how ready you were for Dune, I just...I screwed up, okay.
Joey Flash: You screwed up? No, you didn't screw up Seth. You fu-
Seth Lerch: Please! Please, just try to understand. Bates...he and his lawyers came at me the morning after Slam. They had the contract that he and Dune had signed before Slam back at Headquarters.
Joey Flash: Contract? You already had a contract signed for them to have a match?
Seth Lerch: Part of what I said last week was the truth. Bates versus Dune...it's what the people wanted. So I wanted to give it to them. So they signed the contract and I was going to announce it last week. But then you and I were having such a good night, and with the alcohol and how badly you wanted to finally get your shot, I screwed up. I promised you a match that I can't give you.
Joey Flash: So what in the hell am I supposed to do?
Seth Lerch: I'm going to fix it! I'm going to fix everything. I can't put you in the World Title Match at Revenge because Bates' and Dune's lawyers would take everything from me. But what I can do is make the World Title Match at WAR official. That's right. It's going to be Joey Flash versus either Dune or Thomas Bates, whichever walks out of Revenge as World Champion, one on one for the WCF World Title at WAR.
The crowd boos as Seth looks to Joey, pleading with him to forgive him. Flash doesn't at all seemed pleased at the idea of being forced to wait another week but he finally nods his head.
Joey Flash: Fine.
Seth moves toward Flash looking to shake his hand but Flash pushes his microphone into Seth's chest and climbs through the ropes and out to the floor. "Mile Zero" hits the speakers as Flash heads up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Well there you have it, we now know that next week at Revenge it's going to be Thomas Bates versus Dune for the World Title with Joey Flash now once again on the outside looking in.
Freddy Whoa: But Flash is finally going to get his shot at the World Title at WAR. The question is though, who's he going to be challenging?
Zach Davis: I don't know, but whoever it is will need to be ready. Flash is hungry and he wants that belt.
Slam goes to commercial as Seth watches Flash disappear backstage.
Buddy Greek Segment
The cameras catch up with Buddy Greek chasing after Scarecrow as he enters the area. Greek is out of breath, panting and gasping as he tries to make verbal contact with Scarecrow
Buddy Greek: Scarecrow! Wait! * gasping * wait.
Scarecrow: What is it, Greek? Don't you have a Jay Omega promo taping to suck in?
Buddy Greek: What, no? That was old news. like real old news.
Scarecrow: So its just the suck, part?
Buddy Greek: Wha? Whoops. OHH! Zing! AHAHA. you kidster. You almost had me.
Scarecrow: Right. almost..
Buddy Greek tries to change the subject.
Buddy Greek: Ya' know, Corey. I never had a son. I've had a father, I loved him very much, but I've never had a son. If you want, since.. you know.. maybe you.. could be my son? That is, if you want.
Scarecrow: You ruined it. You ruined it and I hate you.
Buddy Greek: But- But..
Buddy Greek: But I accept you. I understand you. I respect you. I can help you.
Buddy Greek: Why won't you let me help you?
Scarecrow: How do I put this lightly? I would rather lead the fourth and fifth reign of Hitler and see to personal destruction of lives first hand, rather than allow you to be my father.
Buddy Greek: What? Thats Crazy? Is it because I'm not him. Its because I'm not his, isnt it?
Scarecrow: Yes. I mean no. I mean, fuck you, Greek.
Buddy Greek: Why do you even like him, anyway? I'm not a piece of human garbage like Roman. Be my son.
Scarecrow: You don't talk about him like that!
Buddy Greek: You're right. I'm sorry. I lost my temper.
Scarecrow: Buddy Roman is a kind and loving man. And I will be his son.
Buddy Greek: Then can I be uncle Buddy?
Scarecrow: I'll think about it.
Scarecrow walks off as Buddy Greek clenches his fists with a smile on his face. It was a small victory to be won. But a victory none the less.
The "Preview Of WAR" Battle Royal
Legion vs Clusterfunk vs Sin Rostro Jr. vs Ultimate Destroyer vs Dustin Beaver vs CJ Sharpe vs Cletus T. Clyde vs Adam Young
Legion vs Clusterfunk vs Sin Rostro Jr. vs Ultimate Destroyer vs Dustin Beaver vs CJ Sharpe vs Cletus T. Clyde vs Adam Young
The camera circles around the ring as Kyle Steele stands in the middle, the competitors already in the ring.
Zach Davis: Here we go, the War preview.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to be great.
Zach Davis: What?
Gravedigger: I said YAWN ZACH! Open your ears you little fucking twerp.
Zach Davis: Its gonna be like that, huh?
Freddy Whoa: Fellas, relax, we are about to see a War preview.
Gravedigger: Freddy, tell Zach he is a bitch.
Zach Davis: Freddy, tell Gravedigger he is an asshole.
Gravedigger: Freddy, tell Zach if he doesn't take that back I am going to pick him up by his dick and slam him through this table.
Freddy Whoa: Zach, Gravedigg-
Zach Davis: I heard........and I redact my statement.
Kyle Steele: The following match is a War preview over the top rope BATTLE ROYAL!!
The crowd cheers.
Kyle Steele: First we have, from Paradise Mississippi, standing 6 foot 6 inches, and weighing in at 280 pounds, LEGION!!!
Legion raises his arms.
Kyle Steele: And from Little Rock, Arkansas, standing 6 foot 4 inches, weighing 375 pounds, CLETUS T CLYDE!!!
He looks Legion up and down before throwing one arm up in the air.
Kyle Steele: And from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 195 pounds, standing 5 foot 10 inches tall, SIN ROSTRO JR!!!!
He looks up at the two bigger men who have already been introduced before pandering to the crowd a bit.
Kyle Steele: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, DUSTIN BEAV-
But Legion has had enough of this. He grabs Clusterfunk and throws him over the top rope instantly as the bell rings and the match is underway.
Zach Davis: And Clusterfunk is already thrown out by Legion.
Clusterfunk stands up and shakes his head, slapping the ground, screaming "NO".
Legion begins trading blows with CJ Sharpe. Adam Young runs up behind Sin Rostro Jr, but Sin Rostro Jr. grabs him by the hip and hip tosses Adam Young out of the ring, over the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: And there goes Adam Young!
Zach Davis: Wait! No!
Young lands on the apron and grabs Rostro from behind. Young pulling Rostro by the head backward over the top rope. Rostro fighting to stay in the match but Young hits him with a knee to the back of the head and Rostro crumples to the ground.
Freddy Whoa: And Sin Rostro is eliminated!
Legion turns to Adam Young as he re-enters the ring and runs at him, but Dustin Beaver jumps in and clotheslines Legion to the ground. Ultimate Destroyer runs up on The Beavs, but Dustin Beaver ducks down, and tosses Ultimate Destroyer out of the ring, over the top.
Zach Davis: Another one bites the dust. Legion, Dustin Beaver, CJ Sharpe, Adam Young, and Cletus T Clyde.
But not for long as Cletus T Clyde throws CJ Sharpe over the top rope. Adam Young runs at Cletus T Clyde, hitting him with a spinning heel kick, sending Cletus T Clyde over the top. The Beav's and Legion fight for a little bit. Young watches for a bit, but then Cletus T Clyde, pissed off that he was thrown out, gets up on the apron and grabs Young, pulling him out of the ring over the top rope. Those to brawl for a bit on the floor as the ref's try to break them up and get them to go to the back.
Gravedigger: Is this over yet?
Zach Davis: Well we just lost Cletus T Clyde and Adam Young.
Freddy Whoa: Down to the finally two, Legion and Dustin Beaver.
The two separate a bit in the ring and realize they are the only ones left. Beav's smiles as Legion just comes charging at him. Legion looking for a clothesline but Beav's ducks it. Beaver with a jab to the face before he grabs Legion by the head and tries to drag him to the ropes. Legion fighting back with an elbow to the gut. Legion with a handful of Beaver's hair and he's yanking on it as he tries to get Beaver against the ropes.
Zach Davis: How is this one going to end?!
Legion with Beaver off his feet and trying to shove him over the top rope. Beaver with his hands wrapped around Legion's arm and he's trying to pull him over with him. Beaver falling over the top rope and Legion is getting pulled with. Both men hit the floor and the referee is left standing confused.
Freddy Whoa: Well who won?
Another referee comes to the scene and he's pointing at Legion. The first referee is pointing to Beaver.
Gravedigger: Oh damn it. Really?
"Master Of Puppets" hits the arena speakers. Seth Lerch walks out from the back, looking clearly annoyed.
Seth Lerch: Really?
Gravedigger: That's what I said!
Seth Lerch: After what I just went through a few minutes ago, the first match I see tonight ends like this? Damn it! Why are things going so badly tonight?!
Both referees are gesturing to who they think won as the fans voice their opinions.
Seth Lerch: Well since I clearly have referees that are unable to judge an over the top rope battle royal, we're going to have to figure out who the better man is at Revenge. That's right, Legion versus Dustin Beaver at Revenge and I'm going to have a winner because I'll have a referee that isn't blind. As for you two, you're fired.
Seth drops his microphone and heads to the back as both referees look shocked.
Gravedigger: Well hot damn, it seems as though Seth is in quite the mood tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Indeed. But hey! We have another confirmed match for Revenge!
Slam goes to commercial with a shot of Legion and Dustin Beaver being separated by ringside officials.
“Red Right Hand” hits as Scarecrow walks out in front of a capacity Philly crowd. HUGE pop for the Murder Machine as he's dressed tonight in classic Raven garb of cut off jeans, boots, Sandman tee, leather jacket and taped hands. He marches purposefully down the ramp with a stone faced expression. Internet title slung over his shoulder.
Zac Davis: Crow looks focused tonight.
Gravedigger: Look at him, trying to pander to the Philly crowd. Somebody burn this straw man already! I can't wait to see Wade Moor destroy the MURDAH MUSHEEN at Revenge. This fool clogs up airwaves like phlegm.
Zac Davis: Did you ever win the internet title, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: I've won plenty of titles. Shut your piehole, Davis!
Crow enters the ring and slumps down against the turn-buckle. He's handed a microphone as he stands and addresses the white hot crowd.
Scarecrow: Hey, Philly!
Crowd: MUR-DAH! MU-SHEEN! MUR-DAH! MU-SHEEN! MUR-DAH! MU-SHEEN!
Scarecrow: Hope you don't mind me indulging in some cos-play tonight.
Scarecrow slowly spins on the spot.
Crowd: RAVEN! EC DUB! RAVEN EC DUB! RAVEN! EC DUB! RAVEN EC DUB!
Scarecrow: Raven was always one of my heroes growing up. That mad man always had an angle. He always knew how to slay the dragon. The living embodiment of the khmer rouge, he would turn ballrooms into killing fields. That's the kind of disorder a man like me can identity with. Can be drawn to. Can aspire to emulate. Next Sunday, it's about Revenge. It's about Wade Moor discovering that his place in the world...is right back where he started. Right back where he belongs. The little nerd that couldn't complete. The little nerd that couldn't keep up with the Crowman. Always lost in my shadow. Always drowning in my accomplishments. Next weeks match, isn't a match...it's assisted suicide. I'm going to kill a born loser. With nothing but his prolonged agony as his epitaph. QUOTE THE CROWMAN...NEVERMORE!
Crowd: CONQUER. THE. HATE! CONQUER. THE. HATE! CONQUER. THE. HATE!
Scarecrow rubs his chin. Thinks over the cheers from the crowd. Has he? Will he? Crow leans forward against the ropes as he begins to answer that conundrum.
Scarecrow: Well, that's the million dollar question, now isn't it? See...that's a phase that gets banded around far too easily these days. You conquer hate? You conquer everything and everybody. I can't claim to have achieved that accolade. But there's a man who has, a man who may be my father.
Crowd: BUDDY ROMAN! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! BUDDY ROMAN! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! BUDDY ROMAN! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! BUDDY ROMAN!
Zac Davis: Philly crowd's are weird.
Gravedigger: I like 'em!
Scarecrow: Buddy's out there right now. He's sick. Very sick, but he's the bravest of Jews, fighting that hate with two fists raised. That shape, spiting in the face of fate, taking no shit from God, time or anyone. I want to help that man, I want to help Buddy Roman through his struggle; so that maybe he can help me through mine. And maybe, just maybe, one day, he'll see me as his...
“Aquaberry Dolphin” by Riff Raff hits, and out walks Hacksaw Jim Thuggin' Thuggin' strolls out with that obnoxious swagger of his; it's an act copied from eighties professional wrestling in route to Planet Earth. It's enthusiastic, tinged with sinister energy. Like a crazed marionette.
Jim Thuggin' enters the ring and adjusts his nifty black guitar.
Jim puffs on his stoogie and grins with a wild smile. Crow just stares. No expression.
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: Halloween so soon, loser man?
Scarecrow: What do you want, Thuggin? Human spinal fluid? Ticket to Uranus?
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: Crow, you're the past, you're a one hot minute that got snuffed out last week. It's Beachkrew's time now. Look at you, dressed like a ghost. Because you are a ghost. You're a lucky roll of the dice that--
Scarecrow: Stop trying to sound like a legitimate manager. Stop it you unmitigated fuck! Who the fuck are you? No seriously...WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? You're a hack! Your krew are a joke! They're curtain jerker’s beyond their supposed mid-card orbit. Fuck last week! Fuck your tool DQ bullshit! And by the way?
Crow stops, something caught his attention as he looks up and sees on the Jumbotron:
Pantheon are locked in their locker room; Corey Black, Jeff Purse, Alex Richards can't overcome a massive block of sound equipment that obstructs their escape. The camera cuts back to Hacksaw who looks pleasantly surprised.
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: What's the matter, Crow? Your PG Scooby squad lost their way?
Crow is cold as fuck as he answers.
Scarecrow: Yeah, they have....
Thuggin' stares at Crow, sees something different; weird. Reaches of his Guitar as
Scarecrow cracks Hacksaw Jim Thuggin' with a chair, over and over, as Thuggin' struggles to regain his footing. Jim's hand reaches out for the ropes as Crow stamps on his digits. Crow takes Thug's Guitar and cracks it over his head. THWACK!
Scarecrow: It's detuned.
Zac Davis: Okay Crow, that's enough! Enough!
#Beachkrew try to storm the ring as--
PETROV and a SHERPAKOVSKI ENDORSED RUSSIAN SECURITY FORCE arrive! They block #Beackrew's path. Wade Moor leads the charge but hits a brick wall armed with nightsticks and steel chairs. Crow smirks at Moor as he lifts Jim up by his hair.
Scarecrow: Look at your leader, Wade. At Revenge? You're gonna join him. You're gonna become a victim to me...again. You know who locked Pantheon in their locker room? It was me. I don't play PC-13 anymore. You're dead. You're dead, Wade, and you don't even know it. Jim does though, right now? He really FUCKING GETS IT.
Zac Davis: Crow's snapped!
Gravedigger: Starting to like this guy...a little.
CRACK! One last shot over the back of the head as Jim slumps unconsciousness to the mat. Crow goes to leave the ring. Stops...heads back and delivers a brutal CURB STOMP!
Zac Davis: ENOUGH!
Crow stars at the fallen Jim. A beat until he picks up the microphone and flatly says
Scarecrow: Conquer. The. Hate.
Crow drops the microphone and leaves the ring while an enraged Wade watches on. Slam goes to commercial.
Denise D'Evil Segment
The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Bates gathering his stuff up after his match. It had been a strange match, and he wanted to forget about it. He could still see Denise screaming at him, but he didn't give in. He shakes his head, as the lights start to flicker off and on. Bates stands up and readies himself. With as many creepy crawly wrestlers the WCF had, he knew something was about to go down. He continues to look up at the lights, and they finally go out, and come back up just as quickly. When they do, Denise is standing behind him.
Denise: Hello Batesy!
Bates relaxes his clutched fists and looked her in the eyes.
Thomas Uriel Bates: What do you want, Denise?
Denise: Why didn't you hit me? You know what's going to happen to you when we stand in the middle of the ring again don't you? You might not hit me... But I will hit you until you can't walk...
Thomas Uriel Bates: That's fine, Denise. I still won't hit you. It's not that you're not a good fighter, it's just wrong.
Denise grabs him and pins him against the wall.
Denise: Really? Why aren't you the gentleman. In that ring, it shouldn't matter Bates. You're in the wrong business if you think you'll never face a woman. Why don't you go and sit behind a desk so you won't have to worry about it?
Bates keeps his cool, and steps out from the wall.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Doesn't matter where it's at; it will always matter. Modern society may be okay with hitting women, but I'm not. I've seen far too many abused women in the shelters that I've helped out at, and I've seen what it does to them. It's not right, and I won't do it.
Denise laughs, as she lets go of the front of his shirt.
Denise: You have a soul! That's good to know. I'll tell you what... IF you hit me, I'll walk away and leave you be... I'll give you one free hit, and I will not hit you back. Hit me right here.
She points to her chin, as she leans in front of him. Bates leans forward, towering over her small figure.
Thomas Uriel Bates: No.
Denise: Come Bates... You only get the one. Do it.
Bates does not move.
Thomas Uriel Bates: No.
Denise pushes him out into the hallway, and follows behind. She looks up at him again with rage filling her bright blue eyes.
Denise: HIT ME DAMN IT! DO IT!
Bates allows her to push him, stopping only when she stops. He continues to look down into her eyes, and with no chance of facial expression.
Thomas Uriel Bates: No.
She screams an inhuman scream as she starts in with punches, and soon draws a trickle of blood from his lip. She grabs him, and holds his face to hers.
Denise: Hit me Bates! Do it you fucking coward!
Even with the blood trickling down from his lips, Bates refuses to even move.
Thomas Uriel Bates: I'm not going to hit you, Denise.
Denise shakes her head, and starts in with hard punches over and over to his face, and to the midsection. She knew he was sore already from the match, and she was going to finish it.
Denise: HIT ME BATES! GOD DAMNIT! HIT ME! FUCKING GROW A PAIR!
Bates simply shakes his head.
Thomas Uriel Bates: No.
Bates turns to leave.
Denise: Don't you dare walk away from me! I told you once you will never walk away from me at least in one piece!
As he turns to walk away, she hits him a kick to the groin. He falls to the floor, and she jumps on him. She hits him with everything that she has, and Oblivion and Night Rider turn the corner and sees what is going on.
Oblivion: Holy shit!
Night Rider: Denise! Denise! Calm down!
They try to pull her off but she doesn't let go, as she tries to choke Bates out. They continue to pull on her arms but she doesn't let go. Security soon arrives and help Night Rider and Oblivion pull her off as two of the security guards check on Bates and help him to his feet, as Night Rider and Oblivion pull Denise away and down the hallway, as the scene fades to black.
Caliban vs Jackson White
Neuroma by Fuse starts to play and Jackson White walks slowly to the ring with the hoody on his head.
Gravedigger: Jackson White making his way to the ring now, and he looks like he came to fight tonight after suffering that loss last week.
Freddy Whoa: This young man has a lot to prove still if he wants to live up to the hype that he generated when he first arrived in the WCF
Zach Davis: He’s got no small task ahead of him tonight either, let’s just hope these two give us a match we can enjoy.
He brings a Portuguese flag on his back. He keeps his head down with the hoodie covering his eyes until he enters the ring.
Kyle Steel: This next contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first. He stands at six feet, three inches and weighs in tonight at two hundred and forty-seven pounds. He is a native son of Portugal but comes to us this evening by way of New York City, New York. Jackson… The Fenix… Whiteeee!
He then climbs the steel steps and enters the ring stretching both of his arms looking up and some red and green pyrotechnics blast from the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Both of these men are looking for redemption tonight, perhaps Jackson more so.
Zach Davis: I’d have to agree with you there Freddy, rumours are going around backstage the White was not happy about taking the pin last week.
Gravedigger: You think he’s the first wrestler ever to have a decision not go his way? He needs to suck it up and focus on the next match.
"The Fenix" raises the Portuguese flag, kisses it and puts it near the ring's far corner whilst he waits for his opponent.
The Arena goes black and only the LED screen 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 and then A punk fuelled bass guitar accompanied by a rough but melodic female voice rings through the arena.
Gravedigger: I can’t tell you enough how much I’ve missed the sweet sound of The Interrupters!
Freddy Whoa: This is a former internet champion here in J.P. Caliban who’s fresh off of a victory in his return match last week, but still looking to prove that he hasn’t missed a beat during his absence from the company.
Zach Davis: He beat Ultimate destroyer last week, but really? If he thinks that is the level of competition around here now then he’s got another thing coming.
"What's your plan, for tomorrow, are you a leada or will yah follow, are you a fighta or will you cower? It's our time take back the power"
Caliban and Sinnesy Rose emerge from the curtain as the rest of the band kicks in. 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
Freddy Whoa: I always love this entrance, but it’s going to take a lot more than theatrics for the Artful Dodger to pick up a victory tonight!
Zach Davis: Couldn’t agree with you more Zach. If nothing else this promises to be a heated contest between two incredibly evenly matched competitors.
Gravedigger: It’s a hard match to call but I’m going with the veteran here in my boy Caliban, lets show these newcomers how we do things.
Sinnesy stands behind him smiling at his behaviour, 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 J.P. runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, Hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, being accompanied by Sinnesy Rose! HE IS THE ARTFUL DODGER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, J.P. CALIBAN!!!!
He follows this with 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 his opponent intently whispering to each other as she kisses him and drops off the apron to the floor, just in time to hear the ring bell.
As the bell dings, Jackson Fenix charges straight at Caliban, not wasting any time as he extends his arm and sends the veteran to the mat with a running clothesline. Caliban bounces back up quickly, only to find himself caught in a side headlock. He escapes this easily, sending Fenix into the ropes who comes back with a head of steam, looking to catch the Artful Dodger with a second clothesline but instead finding his arm wrenched as Caliban uses his own momentum to drag him down to the canvas and apply a Fujiwara armbar.
Zach Davis: Look at this! No feeling out process tonight by these two men!
Freddy Whoa: You got that right, both of these men are looking to make a statement tonight.
Zach Davis: J.P.Caliban now showing us some of that strong-style background with an excellent use of the Fujiwara armbar here.
Rope break. Jackson only spends a few short seconds in the hold before shuffling across the canvas on his front and using his free arm to break the hold. The referee seperates the two men, both of whom immediately spring back to their feet, staring the other
down as the lock horns again. This time though it is Caliban, the aggressor who charges forward, feigning a left kick and instead connecting with a stiff elbow to White’s face before hoisting him overhead with a snapping release Northern Lights suplex.
Gravedigger: Caliban hasn’t missed a beat in his absence, just look at the precision with which he executed that suplex.
Freddy Whoa: It’s a little early to be making that kind of call though ‘digger. Fenix is getting back up to his feet already.
Wishing not to let his opponent take a breath, Caliban attempts to hook a front facelock as Jackson climbs back up to a vertical base but instead finds himself being driven back into the turnbuckle as Fenix charges forward, pinning his opponent into the corner with his shoulder as the referee admonishes him. Trying to encourage a clean break from Jackson, he is genuinely surprised for a second as White removes the pressure, letting Caliban walk a few steps forward before delivering a sharp toe kick to his abdomen.
Zach Davis: No surprises there from Jackson, who doesn’t exactly live within the confines of the rules as he begins to go to work on Caliban in the corner with a series of jabs.
As true as Zach Davis had spoken, Fenix is seen delivering a barrage of straight right hands into his opponent’s jaw, rocking him into a groggy state before returning the earlier favour and hoisting Caliban overhead before dropping him back into the mat with a vertical suplex that he quickly capitalizes on, rolling into a pin in the center of the ring with the outside leg hooked.
Freddy Whoa: Caliban kicks out! No surprises there, its early days in this contest yet folks.
Gravedigger: Not if they keep going at this pace it’s not Freddy!
Jackson quickly gets back to his feet, having expected only a short count but performed the pin anyway to force some further exertion from his opponent. A few moments later he is rejoined by J.P. Caliban who connects with a knee into Jackson’s stomach, doubling the former DRG associate over and driving him into the canvas with a DDT. Rather than go for the pin though, the Artful Dodger applies a resting hammerlock, straight out of the DDT that vaguely resembles a keyhold.
Zach Davis: Caliban really focusing on that left arm of Jackson White right now, going straight back into this modified hammerlock.
Gravedigger: He’s certainly developed his game a bit more since the last time we seen him here in WCF.
Freddy Whoa: It’s good strategy by the young man from Northern Ireland.
Rope Break! Again Jackson fights his way to the bottom rope and forces the referee breaks the hold, this time both men are a little slower getting to their feet and Jackson does so whilst clutching at his weakened arm. Caliban looks to keep the advantage, drilling his opponent with a roundhouse kick to the chest that knocks White back a bit as the Artful Dodger springs off the ropes, only to be near-decapitated by a vicious big boot as he returns. Again Jackson wastes little time in going for a cover, this time unable to hook a leg with the damage that has been done to his arm.
Zach Davis: Yes he kicks out. J.P. Caliban is able to get his shoulder off the mat.
Freddy Whoa: I have no idea how, did you see that boot? Jackson is one of those deceptively tall wrestlers that are actually a lot bigger in person than they appear on the television.
Gravedigger: No shit. He’s not just a pretty face you know, that was one hell of a kick to the face.
Fenix gets back to his feet after the failed pinning attempt and draws a stern look to the referee, quietly questioning if he suffers from a disorder which prevents him counting to three. As he does so though Caliban stirs, getting up to his own feet as both men begin to exchange forearm shots. With neither man gaining the advantage at first they are left to slug it out for a while until finally it is Fenix who gains the upper-hand, placing a kick questionably close to the groin of Caliban before lifting his body into the air and smashing him down into the canvas with a sit-out spinebuster.
Zach Davis: Did you see the impact on that spinebuster? Jackson just caused the ring to shake! He’s going straight for the pin again too, this could be it!
Kickout! Caliban is able to roll himself backwards out of the sit-out pinning predicament, and further to that is seen to get to his feet first before drilling his opponent with a stiff martial arts kick. Followed by another, and a third which sends Jackson crashing to the ground like dead weight.
Freddy Whoa: Those are some of the stiffest kicks I’ve seen!
Gravedigger: He’s really not holding back on Jackson White this week.
Zach Davis: Both these men know that this match is a make or break moment for them.
Noticing his opportunity, J.P. Caliban begins to stalk Fenix, waiting patiently for him to get back to his feet. As Jackson begins to scale the summit of getting back up to his feet, the Artful dodger of professional wrestling charges at him and drives both feet into his opponents face before using the connection to propel himself backwards, executing a picture perfect running dropsault before crawling into the cover.
No! Fenix manages to kick out just at the last second.
Zach Davis: This time it’s Jackson who simply won’t say die!
Freddy Whoa: That was a beautiful move by Caliban there but his opponent just managing to stay in this thing.
Frustrated that he was unable to get the victory, Caliban pounds his fist into the canvas and shoots a look of concern towards Sinnesy Rose who smiles back a look of encouragement. Unfortunately though, as he looks to pick up the fallen body of Jackson White, he becomes the recipient of fierce uppercut which staggers him back to the turnbuckle. Jackson rushes towards Caliban and quickly swaps positions with the Artful Dodger, shifting his own weight onto the top turnbuckle and sitting there with Caliban’s head in a front face-lock. He motions to the crowd for a tornado DDT but before he can make another move it is J.P. Caliban who turns the tables, lifting Fenix onto his shoulders in the electric chair-drop position before launching him forward and driving both of his knees into Jackson’s sternum with a variation of an electric-chair lungblower, rolling on top of White and hooking the outside leg.
Gravedigger: SWEET RELEASE!
Freddy Whoa: He didn’t get all of it, but it looks like he got enough!
Zach Davis: More than enough, White is writhing in pain, this match is a done deal folks.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by pinfall, the Artful Dodger of Professional Wrestling, J.P. Calibannnn!
Adam Young Segment
I'm really good at being the bad guy.
The lights fade down and then "Night Train" by Guns N Roses kicks in as quick bursts of red strobe lights filter threw the smoke at the entrance. Out steps Adam Young in a black "Boys Club" t-shirt, green camo cargo shorts and his camo wrestling boots on. He raises his left hand in the air and starts towards the ring. Its a mixed reaction to the Redneck making his way back to the ring. Adam wipes his feet and then steps inside the ring calling for a mic.
Adam- Tonight I have to very big announcements for the WCF. First off let me introduce you to the rest of the current members of the Boys Club, DJ and Nathan Young aka the Superkick Party!
"Bad Medicine" by Bon Jovi hits as DJ and Nathan step into the arena wearing neon pink "Superkick Party" t-shirts and black leather pants with pink shades on. They shimmy and shake all the way to the ring and then superkick the camera guy before they climb into the ring.
Adam- These two young men are my late cousins two sons who have been training to join the WCF since 2009. They have decided to follow into the family business and I'm so happy to welcome them.
All three hug each other.
Adam- Now I did say I had two announcements and the second is that starting at Revenge I will begin my farewell Tour in the wrestling ring as a active professional wrestler. 17 years is the end of the road for this not so young kid. So I'm calling it the "BTJ Tour". From Revenge til , well I wont let you know until the night I take this wrestling boots off and leave them in the center of the ring that I'm stepping away from active in ring action. Now don't worry about me our my lil cousins right here. I will continue as long as they need me to direct them on the path of dominance in the wrestling industry. Our goal for them is to surpass mine and Austin's legacy as 28 time World tag team champions all over the World. So let's get this party bus rolling!
"Our House" by Burn Halo starts playing as the Boys Club hug again in the ring before they leave threw the fans shaking hands with as many fans as they can before exiting the building. Slam goes to commercial.
Jeff Purse Segment
The camera cuts backstage, we see Jeff Purse cleaning up the Pantheon locker room. Not because he is the maid, but because he can't help himself. It was annoyingly messy, and Jeff felt the need to clean it. He looks at the camera and smiles.
Jeff Purse: Look, I am not going to draw this out. I am going to keep this quick and simple. Jeff Purse, Pantheon Manager, is now Pantheon Manager and ACTIVE WRESTLER!!!
The crowd goes insane.
Jeff Purse: So watch out WCF, Pantheon is coming back to take over, and so is Jeff Purse!
He continues cleaning as the scene cuts back to the commentators.
Zach Davis: Well, it was short but sweet, Jeff Purse will be seeing active competition.
Freddy Whoa: I am excited.
Gravedigger: Who cares?
Andre Aquarius/Los Tiburones vs Mejor Redemption
The arena is visibly darkened, strobe lights begin to flash in a cycle throughout the arena...
"BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY, BOOM, BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY, BOOM, BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY, BOOM, BOOM-LAY, BOOM-LAY..."
An instrumental from "Diamond Eyes" begins to play throughout the arena as Derek Moreno rushes out from behind the curtains, followed by Mitch “El Mejor” Morales. Moreno stops at the top of the entrance ramp and smiles widely, pointing out to the sea of fans and nodding, while Mitch “El Mejor” Morales stands right beside him and raises his arms out to his side.
Mitch “El Mejor” Morales: EL MEJOR!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 435 pounds! MEJOR REDEMPTION!
Both men exchange a fist bump and then begin to travel down the entrance ramp, Derek on the left, and Mitch “El Mejor” Morales on the right, they both slap the palms of the fans outstretched hands, with equally large grins on their faces. As both men reach the bottom of the ramp, they bound up onto the apron together, Moreno hops over the ring ropes and immediately begins to take off his t-shirt and golden cross, leaving them in the corner of the ring, as Mitch “El Mejor” Morales climbs onto the corner post and raises his arms into the air once again.
Zach Davis: This is a grudge match for these two. Two weeks ago, #BeachKrew attacked them after their match with AC/PC, and the following week #BeachKrew interfered with Derek Moreno’s match against Andre Aquarius, ending the match in a DQ.
Gravedigger: So what? #BeachKrew have emphatically stated that they don’t give a damn about Mejor Redemption. While these guys are blinded by anger, #BeachKrew is going to stomp them three weeks in a row.
The crowd cheers both men on as Mitch “El Mejor” Morales hops over the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, he cups his hands over his mouth to scream…
Mitch “El Mejor” Morales: EL MEJOR!
Both Derek and Mitch move to the corner of the ring, giving each other a confident nod as they await for the match to begin.
“Aquaberry Dolphin” by RiFF-RaFF hits to a roar of boos. An aquamarine strobe light flashes in time with the snare hits of the song as… no one comes out.
Freddy Woah: Oh… Kay.
Gravedigger: Told you. They don’t give a damn about Mejor Redemption.
The music continues to play, but the curtains do not part. Derek and Mitch pace the ring, growing increasingly angry from the insult being shown to them. After a grueling two minutes of fever-pitch boos, Hacksaw Jim Thuggin walks from the back carrying the powder blue #BeachKrew flag featuring a pink Baphomet wearing shutter shades. He holds a microphone in his other hand and strolls down the ramp towards the ring, raising the microphone to his mouth as the music fades.
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: Good evening gentlemen, or as one of my favorite Earth Children aka clients would call you: Major Redumbshit.
The crowd boos as Morales and Moreno eye Thuggin suspicious.
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: As the people of this town, Pittsburgh, know we have thrown a party in the parking lot. My clients are already heavily inebriated, have found suitable mates, and feel this match is beneath them. They will not be appearing. Instead, they have sent me to deliver this message: “Eat a dick.”
The crowd goes wild with boos, the noise rising to riotous levels.
Freddy Woah: Unbelievable.
Zach Davis: So that’s it? They aren’t showing up?
Gravedigger: HAHA! Nothing makes you look worse than your opponents thinking you’re so insignificant they won’t even wrestle you.
The boos are split as “Master of Puppets” by Metallica hits the P.A. The crowd breaks into a mixture of cheers and boos as Seth Lerch storms out from the back, microphone in hand.
Zach Davis: Now this just got interesting. Who knows how he feels about this.
Seth Lerch: Excuse me!! You people have been here for only a single full week, beat Pantheon, and think you can act like you own the place?! Get the hell out here and wrestle your match! Now!
The curtain parts of Los Tiburones and Andre Aquarius walk out, both still gripping beer bottles. Tiburones finishes his Corona and tosses it over his shoulder, letting it shatter behind him as Andre hands his beer off into the crowd. As the two reach the apron of the ring, they look up contemptuously at Mejor Redemption. Tiburones turns and walks over to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin, taking the mic from him and looking at Seth.
Los Tiburones: Sounds like a liability, Seth. Two drunk performers getting in the ring with two “rising stars” in your company. Be a real shame if someone got hurt. Sounds like real legal troubles coming from backwater spics looking for easy guapo.
The crowd erupts in boos. Morales throws his hands in the air out of exasperation as Moreno nears the ropes, eying Tiburones with hate. Tiburones chuckles before looking back at Seth.
Los Tiburones: Are you sure this is what you want?
Seth smiles, his eyes gleaming with cunning.
Seth Lerch: You’re right. It is a liability, and I don’t feel like getting sued if one of you gets hurt. Which is why I’m booking Mejor Redemption versus Los Tiburones and Andre Aquarius for Revenge!
The crowd explodes in cheers as Mejor Redemption grin, taunting the clearly irate #BeachKrew.
Andre Aquarius: Naw, fuck this shit. We ain’t lowering ourselves to fight these cats. We’ll just no show that shit, too.
Seth Lerch: Fine. And I’ll fire you for insubordination and drinking on the job.
The crowd goes wild!
Crowd: #BEACHKREW SUCKS! #BEACHKREW SUCKS!
Freddy Woah: That’s what happens when you’re cocky to your boss. #BeachKrew now has their backs to the wall.
Gravedigger: Or maybe Mejor Redemption does.
Unnoticed by the men in the ring, Wade Moor and Hunter Updegraff jump the barricade, pipes in hands. They slide in the ring silently and raise the pipes above Mejor Redemption, poised to strike. Los Tiburones turns to Mejor Redemption.
Los Tiburones: Fine. Us and you at Revenge. Let’s have this pay per view live up to its name.
The pipes come down on the men, knocking both to their feet. Los Tiburones and Andre immediately slide into the ring and join in with Hunter and Wade, stomping the two men.
Zach Davis: Not again!
Freddy Woah: These men are going to hurt Mejor Redemption before the Revenge match can even take place! They fear getting in the ring with them!
Wade lifts Derek Moreno as Los Tiburones climbs the turnbuckle. Wade drops Moreno to the awaiting arms of Andre as Tiburones leaps to nail the Tidal Wave! Moreno hits the matt and rolls out of the ring to lay on the floor as the three men continue to assault Mitch Morales while Seth watches on. Dragging the beaten young wrestler to his feet, Wade and Tiburones whip him at the ropes! As he bounces, Andre leaps up and nails him with the #Fuccboyant! The booing grows in volume as Wade hoists him up and tosses him to Tiburones who holds the unconscious Mitch up so Wade can nail him with the Poseidon Punch! Bloody and beaten, Morales offers no resistance as Tiburones drags him to the apron and places Morales’s head between his legs. He calls for a microphone, which Thuggin tosses to him.
Los Tiburones: You want a tag match, Seth? Fine!
Freddy Woah: NO! NO! Don’t do this!
Tiburones leaps forward, flipping with Morales through the air and nailing the Dolphin Destroyer from the apron onto the floor!
Zach Davis: Someone get medical assistance out there! Oh my god!
Hunter Updegraff: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s gonna be hard for Moreno to tag in a dead partner! Hashtag Murked! Hashtag Fuccboi Genocide!
Tiburones kicks the limp body of Morales out of his way as he raises his arms. Seth watches coldly as Moreno drags himself to Mitch and begins shaking him, trying to resuscitate his fallen friend.
Seth Lerch: You’re right. It will be. And that’s why I’m going to change to Derek Moreno versus Los Tiburones at Revenge!
The crowd goes wild!
Crowd: EL ME-JOR! EL ME-JOR!
Seth Lerch: And if so much as a hair on Derek Moreno’s head is touch, Jared – if he even falls down and scrapes his knee – you’re fired.
The crowd goes wild as Los Tiburones begins to charge the stage. The rest of #BeachKrew hold him back as he screams at Seth.
Los Tiburones: YOU CAN’T DO THIS! MY DAD’S A LAWYER! YOU’LL HEAR FROM HIM, LERCH! YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
The medical team rushes the ring to tend to Morales, lifting him onto a stretcher as #BeachKrew storm off to the back.
Freddy Woah: The boss has spoken: Derek Moreno will have his chance to avenge his partner next Sunday at Revenge against Los Tiburones.
Zach Davis: And if #BeachKrew tries to talk Moreno out beforehand, Los Tiburones is fired. If Los Tiburones no-shows the match, #BeachKrew as a whole is fired!
Freddy Woah: Looks like this entire thing has blown up in their face. And I’m glad.
Slam goes to commercial.
Television Title #1 Contenders Match
Teo Del Sol vs Kyle Kemp
Teo Del Sol vs Kyle Kemp
Kyle Steel: Our next contest is set for one fall, and is for the Number One Contender to the WCF Television Title!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...from Houston, Texas...weighing in at 181lbs...he is...Teo Del Sol!!!!
The lights go out, and spotlights begin swirling, dancing along the stage as the crowd begins to cheer. After a moment of silence, the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" rings throughout the arena, causing an eruption from the eager crowd. The spotlights continue swirling about as the anticipation grows, a shadowy figure in a golden cape appears on the entrance ramp, the spotlights converge on the figure, causing him to shine like the very sun itself, just as the music hits its peak, the figure throws the cape off to reveal himself as Teo del Sol!
The audience goes wild as he points toward the ring and after a moment of silence, 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 removes the cape and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from Chicago, Illinois..weighing in at 210 lbs...he is...Kyle Kemp!!!!
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down. He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
The referee motions to the timekeeper, who gives him a thumbs up and then rings the bell.
DING DING DING
Teo Del Sol cautiously approaches Kyle Kemp, and Kemp responds by raising his hand in an offer of a test of strength. Del Sol tilts his head to the side as if considering the offer, before shrugging and reaching out to lock knuckles with his opponent. Kemp raises his other hand, and Teo grasps that one as well and the test is on. Kemp almost immediately starts to put on the pressure, causing his opponent to kneel in reflex to the torque placed in his hands. With a widening grin Kemp leans over, further pushing the smaller man down to the mat. For his part Del Sol is straining every muscle in his arms and hands just to hold position against his stronger opponent.
With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Del Sol begins to push back to a standing position, the crowd getting behind him and cheering his name. The louder the crowd gets, the closer Del Sol gets to a vertical base. Kemp re-intensifies his grip, pushing the smaller man back down onto one knee again, the smug smile returning to his face as he reasserts his superior strength. Leaning over Del Sol again, he's taken by surprise as Teo rolls onto his back and plants both boots in the Kemp's midsection, flipping him over and onto his back.
He quickly rolls out of the ring, holding his back and loudly complaining that Del Sol wasn't playing fair. For his part, Teo moves to a neutral corner and watches the interaction with amusement. After a few seconds of argument, the referee begins a ten count.
Kemp rolls under the bottom rope and gains his feet, giving the referee a dirty look before motioning for Del Sol to meet him for another test of strength. Teo responds by locking hands with Kemp again and immediately moving to place his boots in Kyle's midesction, repeating the earleir move. But Kemp cuts him short with a kick to the knee and a thumb to the eye , causing Del Sol to stagger back holding his face.
Kemp follows up with a quick left-right combination, his fists connecting solidly with Teo's jaw, further staggering him and driving him back against the ropes. Kemp pushes Teo against the ropes and irish whips him across the ring, meeting a still dazed Del Sol halfway back with a knee to the midsection, causing the smaller man to flip over and land on his back.
He move sin and kneels across the chest of the Luchador, landing an open handed slap to his face, that smug grin retunring again as he reperats the move. Kemp reaches back for a thrid slap but instead gets rolled over in a small package. The ref drops to count.
Kemp kicks out easily, and both men roll to their feet, with Del Sol launching a flying forearm to his opponent, clearly fired up. Both men hit the mat, and Del Sol kips up to his feet as the crowd cheers him on, running to the far ropes and back, flipping over in a senton and landing on the chest of him opponent. Raising a fist and pointing to the sky he moves quickly to the top rope, and watches Kemp rise from the mat groggily before launching a hurricanrana looking to roll his opponent into a pin.
Kemp catches him in mid-air and uses his momentum to hit a powerbomb, dricing Del Sol to the mat and leaning over for the pin.
Del Sol kicks out!
Both men roll to their feet , with Kemp getting vertical first and driving punches into Del Sol's head driving him back into the corner and throwing a few knees to the midsection for good measure. Kemp opens up with knife-edge chops to the smaller mans chest, and a few peple in the crowd yell along with the count.
Kemp whips Del Sol out of the corner, but Del Sol reverses, sending Kemp for a ride into the far corner. He charges in, using the second rope to springboard into a dropkick, rocking Kemp and eliciting a roar from the crowd for his flashy work. He monkey flips Kemp out of the corner and leaps onto the top rope, moonsaulting off onto his opponent and hooking the leg.
Kemp kicks out and once again both men roll to their feet. Del Sol charges in with a few punches of his own, driving Kemp back to his corner and Kemp puts his upper body through the middle and top rope and motions for the ref to break it up, which the ref does. Del Sol complains to the ref and Kemp complains about Del Sol using a closed fist, eliciting boos from the audience and a unbelieving look from both Del Sol and the referee.
With a shake of his head, Teo steps back and lets the referee seperate them. As soon as the ref steps out of the way, Kemp charges in and nails Del Sol with a clothesline, knocking the surprised Luchdor down to the mat with a thud. Kemp quickly drops and hooks a leg for the cover. As the ref slides in to make the count he doesn't see Kemp place his feet on the ropes for leverage.
The referee goes to slap his hand for the three count when he stops and realizes Kemp has his feet on the ropes. The referee up to his feet and he's yelling for Kemp to get off the ropes. Kemp up to his feet and he's arguing with the referee for not counting. Del Sol from out of nowhere with the schoolboy from behind.
DING! DING! DING!
"Kickstart My Heart" hits the speakers as Del Sol rolls out of the ring. An irate Kemp gets to his feet and starts to go after Del Sol until the referee grabs him and holds him back.
Zach Davis: And Teo Del Sol is our new #1 Contender for the Television Title!
Del Sol celebrates on the ramp as Kemp is still arguing about the referee stopping his count.
Freddy Whoa: Teo with the huge win tonight but now he has to look forward to going one on one with Jonny Fly. It's going to be the biggest match of his young WCF career.
Zach Davis: I can't wait!
Slam goes to commercial as Del Sol celebrates.
Juggalo Hardcore Open
Raymond Hatcher vs David Sanchez
Special Guest Referee: Isaiah Chavis
Raymond Hatcher vs David Sanchez
Special Guest Referee: Isaiah Chavis
Kyle Steel: The next match is the Juggalo Hardcore Open! Coming to the ring first…
“Whoop Whoop” by Twiztid plays over the PA, and the camera searches the crowd for Isaiah Chavis. It find him toward the back, wearing a baggy referee shirt. He jumps into the crowd, letting them surf him down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: He hails from Detroit Michigan, and is your special guest referee… The Juggalo Warrior, Isaiah Chavis!
Isaiah slides into the ring, and dances a bit for the crowd, grinning from ear to ear. His music stops and Kyle Steel goes to start talking again, but Isaiah stops him and motions for him to wait a minute. Kyle obliges, allowing Isaiah to jump out of the ring. Immediately he lifts up the skirt, and begins rummaging around. He tosses two chairs, a kendo stick, some steel chain, and a table into the ring, before sliding under the bottom rope and signalling for Kyle to continue.
Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis facilitating some violence before the match even starts!
Gravedigger: Maybe I was wrong about this guy.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, your first competitor…
“Chariots of Fire” by Faith No More begins to play, and Raymond Hatcher steps out onto the entrance ramp. Kyle Steel doesn’t even have time to say his name before David Sanchez attacks from behind, sending Hatcher to the ramp with a clubbing blow.
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez wasting no time with a cheap shot from behind.
Sanchez stomps on Hatcher a bit, as Isaiah yells at him to get in the ring. Sanchez spits at Isaiah, which sends the guest ref into a frenzy. He grabs a chair and rolls out of the ring as Sanchez turns his back to focus on Hatcher. Chavis runs up from behind and levels David with a shot to the back, and drags him to the ring. He rolls him under the bottom rope, and then does the same to Hatcher, before joining them and signalling for the bell.
Zach Davis: Well this is a first. I can’t remember of a referee forcing a match to start this way before.
Freddy Whoa: Not something we’re used to, but the fans seem to love it.
Both men are groggy, and slow to get to their feet. Hatcher is the first to stand, and begins stomping on Sanchez’s head. Isaiah stops him, but then picks up a chair and hands it to the man. Hatcher shakes his head, before bringing the chair down across David’s shoulder blades. Sanchez crawls toward the kendo stick, but catches another shot before he can grab it. As soon as his fingers wrap around the handle, Sanchez flips over and swings for the fences, catching Hatcher in the temple with the bamboo cane.
Freddy Whoa: The weapons coming into play early thanks to the special guest referee.
Hatcher stumbles over to the ropes and catches a few more cane shots across the back. Sanchez is up now, and he uses the cane to crosscheck Hatcher’s skull, sending him over the top rope. He spins around and glares at Chavis, who gives him a half smile and a shrug. Sanchez goes to the floor, and goes to swing at Hatcher again, but Raymond dives forward and spears him into the steel barricade. Blood drips down the back of Sanchez’s neck, as Hatcher picks him up and rolls him under the bottom rope. He goes for the pin.
...No! Sanchez kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: I’m surprised we got a fair count from Chavis.
Gravedigger: I’m surprised he can count period.
Hatcher picks Sanchez up and tosses him into the corner. He backs across the ring, and runs at the man, hitting him with a nasty back elbow to the jaw. Sanchez stumbles out of the corner, and Hatcher immediately hits him with a running bulldog, bringing his face down hard on one of the steel chairs. He goes for another pin.
..3 No! Sanchez manages to get the shoulder up.
Hatcher lifts him again, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Hatcher goes for a dropkick, but Sanchez runs under it. Sanchez bounces again, leaps over Hatcher, and hits the ropes a third time. This time Hatcher is up, but Sanchez is faster, and clocks him with a boot to the face.
Zach Davis: Both men fighting hard here tonight, and taking one hell of a beating.
Freddy Whoa: Well these are two of the toughest men in the company. I knew when they announced this one it was gonna be brutal.
Sanchez lays a chair down flat, and lifts Hatcher to a standing position. He quickly picks him up into a suplex position, and brings him down with a brainbuster onto the chair.
Gravedigger: Tramadol Nights! This one’s over!
No! Raymond Hatcher JUST gets the shoulder up. Sanchez yells at Isaiah, getting in his face for a minute. He quickly turns his attention back to Hatcher, but not quick enough. Hatcher grabs Sanchez’s leg, and rolls him forward onto his face. He locks on an STF before Sanchez has time to think, and wrenches back hard on the hold.
Zach Davis: Hatcher doing something drastic. I’m not even sure he’s all there right now after that nasty brainbuster.
Gravedigger: You can see it in his eyes! The lights are on, but nobody’s home!
Freddy Whoa: Instinct is keeping that STF on right now.
Sanchez reaches for the ropes, but is nowhere near them. His second choice is to reach for a weapon, but Hatcher is awake enough to pull him out of reach.
Zach Davis: Sanchez is quickly running out of options!
Sanchez flails for a moment, before rocking back and forth. Eventually he builds up enough momentum, that he can roll Hatcher back so his shoulders are on the mat.
...no! Hatcher kicks out, and immediately comes for Sanchez again. David thinks quick and jams a thumb into Hatcher’s eye, causing the man to stumble back grabbing his face. Sanchez bounces against the ropes behind him, and hits Hatcher with a wicked lariat. He then grabs the table and immediately begins setting it up in the corner. When he turns around, Hatcher is standing, but groggy. He swings, but Sanchez dodges. Another swing, another dodge. This time Sanchez kicks him in the gut, and lifts him into a powerbomb position. He turns around and runs forward, aiming for the table. Hatcher falls back at the last second, hitting Sanchez with a hurricarana. David flies forward and goes head first through the table as the crowd erupts.
Zach Davis: That may have damaged David Sanchez’s neck!
Gravedigger: That did not look fun at all, but it doesn’t look like Hatcher can capitalize.
Raymond Hatcher lays on the ground. He tries to get up, but he seems to be a bit fuzzy. He slowly crawls over to Sanchez, and clears away enough wreckage to make a pin attempt.
No! Sanchez kicks out at the last second!
Zach Davis: Unbelievable!
Slowly, Hatcher rises to his feet, and lifts Sanchez to a standing position. Sanchez pops him in the jaw, and bounces off the ropes, coming forward with a nasty Yakuza kick to Hatcher’s jaw.
Zach Davis: Medusa’s touch!
Sanchez covers Hatcher.
As soon as the three is counted, Sanchez falls off of his opponent, and lays on the mat.
Kyle Steel: LAdies and gentlemen, your winner… David Sanchez!
Suddenly hordes of people, all painted like Isaiah begin to hop the barricade. They don’t enter the ring, but they flood the floor area.
Gravedigger: This is that buncha freaks that were following Sanchez around!
One of the painted people reaches up and hands Isaiah his barbed wire kendo stick. He paces around the fallen wrestlers, eventually nudging Hatcher out of the ring. A couple of members of the freak parade grab him, and carry him gently to the back. Isaiah grabs a microphone, and walks around Sanchez.
Isaiah Chavis: Some fuckin’ messiah you turned out to be. I’ll bet you think this shit is funny as fuck, huh? You wanna steal my hardcore open, make a joke outta me? You wanna refuse to shake my hand? You wanna treat me like I’m some kinda fuckin’ trash?!
Isaiah lifts the kendo stick, bringing it down two or three times across David’s back, causing him to scream out in pain. The barbs tear at small bits of his skin, sending trickling rivers of crimson down his muscular back.
Isaiah Chavis: I see how you look at me. Like somethin’ you scraped off the bottom of your shoe. I hope the last few weeks have proved somethin’ to you. I ain’t some punk kid. I’m your new nightmare. I’m the thing you’re gonna see every time you close your god damn eyes. This si the face that’s gonna wake you up in a cold sweat, cryin’ for someone to save you… only nobody’s comin’. Not your friends, not your family, not even that pretty little wife of yours. Not one fo them is gonna be able to save you, when you step inside of hardcore hell.
Sanchez gets to his hands and feet.
Isaiah Chavis: Did I say you could stand up, mother fucker?!
Isaiah brings the kendo stick down on him a few more times, sending him to his stomach.
Isaiah Chavis: You get up when I tell you to get up! Listen to them David! This crowd ain’t sayin’ shit! They don’t like seein’ this. Shit, I don’t like doin’ it, but I’ll be god damned if I’m gonna let some drug addicted, self righteous pile of shit like you look down on me and my family.
Isaiah crouches down, getting close to David’s face.
Isaiah Chavis: Here’s somethin’ you never thought about. This whole messiah label you put on yourself… it comes with another word attached to it… a word you probably weren’t thinkin’ much about. You know what that word is? That’s right, it’s martyr.
Isaiah hits him two more times. His back is now a red lattice, as the blood slowly drips to the mat.
Isaiah Chavis: You wanna be some kinda messiah so bad? That’s cool. I’ll be happy to be your Pontius Pilate… only ain’t nobody gonna remember you after I’m done.
Isaiah steps over to the ropes, and motions to one of his followers. They bring him a crown made of vines from a thorn bush. He is careful handling it, until he walks over to David, and jams it down on his head. Fresh rivers of blood flow down his face, as he lays on the mat.
Isaiah Chavis: What’s the matter?! Don’t like your crown? Make your head a little heavy?
Isaiah stomps on the crown, driving the thorns even deeper. He then drives the cane down across his skin a few more times. Sanchez howls in pain, and desperately clings for the ropes. Isaiah kicks him in the ribs until he’s in the middle of the ring again.
Zach Davis: Look, I understand Isaiah’s dislike for this man, but this is going too far.
Gravedigger: I have to agree.
Isaiah Chavis: So… if he wants to be a messiah… I say we grant his wish.
Almost as if on cue, four of the painted people come into the ring, two holding rope, and two holding a large wooden beam. They lay it down, and lay Sanchez across it, quickly lashing his wrists in an outstretched position. They back off as soon as he is secured, leaving him prone in the ring. Isaiah approaches him again, and brings the kendo stick down across his ribs. He does this a few times, a sick smile spreading across his face.
Isaiah Chavis: This si the end for you! When you store into Hardcore Hell with me, I want you to know what your ass is in for. It’s gonna be this and a lot more. Every ounce of disrespect you’ve handed me is gonna come back to you in the form of missing teeth. I’m gonna stomp your goofy face in ‘til ain’t nobody gonna recognize you!
With that, Isaiah drops the cane, and runs over to the ropes. He jumps up, and springboards off the second rope, hitting the Carnival of Carnage on Sanchez, who has no way of protecting himself. Suddenly a large group of security guards run down the ramp to stop it, but they are assaulted by the freak parade, unable to help Sanchez. Isaiah rolls out of the ring, and exits through the crowd, as members of the freak parade slide Sanchez out of the ring. Slowly, they carry him above their heads to the back. We cut back to the announcers who look dumbfounded.
Gravedigger: I’m not even sure what to say here.
Freddy Whoa: Really out of character for Isaiah. Something’s gotta be bothering that boy.
Slam goes to commercial.
We cut back from a commercial break to discover Corey Black and Scarecrow facing each other down in the Pantheon dressing room. Jeff Purse and Richards are shadowing the scene in the background.
Corey Black: What the hell was that earlier? What the hell is going on with you Crow? You can't allow Buddy Roman to get in your head. Even if he is your --
The murder machine rubs his chin, thinks over an answer before delivering a response.
Scarecrow: Look, boss. Ever since the incident with the DRG, I vowed to myself never to allow any fucker to get a one up on me. That speech we made to Bates? That wasn't just to them, it was to the entire locker room. "Don't fuck with me. Don't even consider it an option." I look around these days and all I see are tools who want to cross the line and get cool. No more, Corey. Tonight? Against Wade Moor and Jonny Fly? It ends.
Scarecrow walks out of shot as Corey Black looks on, concerned.
People's Title Match
Spencer Adams vs Zombie McMorris
Spencer Adams vs Zombie McMorris
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen. Last week Spencer Adams and Zombie McMorris has a match. Well, it was more than a match. It was like the shot that ignited the war.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams had just won the Peoples title from Alex Richards and was feeling very high on himself.
Zach Davis: As he should.
Freddy Whoa: Exactly. But then he fought Zombie McMorris, who we all though was going to continue his losing streak .
Gravedigger: HAHA! But that wasn’t the case now wuz it? Zombie McMorris, the ol’ shooter that he is went and put Spencer Adams to bed. He put him to sleep with a plate a cookies and some warm milk.
Zach Davis: It was some filthy disgusting rag, which technically isnt a foreign object.
Gravedigger: Winners say Toe-may-to. Losers make excuses.
Freddy Whoa: That doesn’t make any sense.
Gravedigger: Fine. Winners say fried chicken and collard greens and losers get deported.
Zach Davis: Really, Digz? Its THAT kinda night?
Gravedigger: Its THAT kind of every night.
Freddy Whoa: I hate you. I hate you and I wish you were killed by your children.
Zach Davis: ANYWAY FOLKS! That win over Spencer Adams has granted ZMAC his first ever Peoples Title match, against Spencer Adams. So this week, Spencer has to overcome the odds that are stacked against him.
Gravedigger: But can he? Nope. Kids going back to the bread line. Like this was Poland and his name was Warsaw. The broke EX champion. I love it.
"Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system.
Gravedigger: Speak of that, here comes his successor. The TRUE WCF Peoples Champion.
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: ZMAC is one of the tougher guys in WCF but we saw last week that Spencer can hang with him. But can he defend his title?
Freddy Whoa: I’m hoping so. I like this guy.
Gravedigger: Why? Because he remind of you of grits on a paper plate? This guy is plain vanilla white bread. In fact, if you flavored him vanilla, that would be the “ extreme” flavor combination.
Assassin by Muse comes on as strobe lights flicker at the entrance way and a blue smoke fills the stage.
Zach Davis: You can hear the fans going crazy! They really love Spencer Adams.
Crowd: Anti-dote! Anti-dote!
Freddy Whoa: Hes a great guy, he really is. And hes not afraid to stand up to guys like ZMAC.
Gravedigger: Do you know who was a great guy, and stood up for what he believed in and people loved him? Hilter.
Zach Davis: Did.. Did you just compare Spencer Adams to Hilter?
Gravedigger: If the Mein Kompf fits.
Freddy Whoa: At least he didn’t say himself.
Gravedigger: That’s another thing they have in common. If Hitler was me, he would have won. Hitler and Adams, two of history’s most famous losers.
"The Antidote" Spencer Adams pops out and charges to the center of the stage and holds his arms out in an "X" motion with the Peoples title in the middle before 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 showing off his title.
Zach Davis: Here we go guys. ZMAC is staring a hole into Adams.
Gravedigger: Someone pass Adams a gun. Lets get this over with. Freddy, you can be Ava Brawn.
Spencer Adams throws his belt aside as he rushes ZMAC and comes strong with a tempest fury of rights, lefts and elbows.
Zach Davis: Spencer just taking out all his rage from last week. Hes setting the tone early.
Adams whips ZMAC into the adjacent turnbuckle and charges after and connects with a moonsault kick and recovers handstand, springboarding up back onto ZMAC for a series of punches and finishing off with a monkey flip!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy Shit!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams starting the holy shit chants early with that impressive display.
The momentum sends ZMAC skidding off his ass and to his feet but Adams runs at him again and hits him with lightning quick head scissors that sends ZMAC through the middle rope and to the floor. Adams sets up and dives through the ropes with a suicide dive that catches ZMAC off guard as Adams continues his assault before standing up and playing to the crowd.
Adams: WOOOO! Come on!
Adams waits for ZMAC to get to a knee and hit him with a step up shining wizard . Adams uses that momentum to leap onto the guard rail and backflip back onto ZMAC with a murshroom stomp.
Zach Davis: This is incredible. But I don’t think Adams realizes the ref is counts.
Freddy Whoa: The refs up to five. Six.. seven..
Adams climbs up onto the apron and crosses the ropes to break the count but heads back out to continue his attack. Adams climbs the ropes and waits for ZMAC to get to his feet before leaping off with a cross body.
Gravedigger: ZMAC catches him.
ZMAC goes to ram Adams head first into the ring post but Adams wiggles out and ZMAC kisses the post and falls backwards into a neck breaker by Adams who keeps laying the boots to ZMAC but ZMAC stands up and shakes it off but gets thrown into the barricade then clothed lined over it.
Zach Davis: Adams making his way back into the ring but rolling back out again. This is about punishment. This is about pride. The pride of the people. ZMAC has taunted and ripped on Spencer all week about his ability to be champion and Adams is letting ZMAC know just what kind of champion he can be.
Freddy Whoa: The kind that kicks ass.
Gravedigger: More like the kind who kisses it. Seriously, who wants these people as fans? Who wants to champion these people? Anyone who wants Alex Richards or Scarecrow as champion, really needs to get their heads looked it. Its insanity. Its plan ol’ nuts.
Adams hops the barrier and takes the fight to ZMAC but ZMAC rakes the eyes and stumbles away, tumbling over the barricade and crawling towards the ring. Adams makes chase and quickly corners ZMAC and stands over him with a clintched fist.
Zach Davis: Look at ZMAC, I think hes asking Adams NOT to hit him.
Freddy Whoa: Sounds like a trick. I think ZMAC would rather a punch to the face then get a birthday party, you know what I’m saying?
Gravedigger: NO. we don’t. We don’t speak Ebonics, Shaka Zulu.
Freddy Whoa: You never heard that expression?
Gravedigger: NO. Because I don’t listen to Hiphop. Rap is crap. And if I say it again, I owe Barry Windham fifty bucks and a coupon to Arbys.
Spencer Adams looks around at the fans who are all chanting.
Crowd: Fuck him up Spencer, fuck him up!
Spencer clinches his fist starts hammering away at ZMAC whose kicking his feet, struggling to find relief before trying to crawl under the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer chasing ZMAC. Hes crawling under the ring after him.
A sickening thud can be heard as Spencer rolls out from under the ring holding his head and squirming around in agony.
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams has a shiner on his eye and a nasty egg on his forehead.
ZMAC crawls out from under the ring, swatting a wrench out of view as he does it.
Freddy Whoa: And that explains it.
Gravedigger: Explains what? ZMACs got a hard fist. That thud you heard was the soul crushing power of the Honey Badger.
Zach Davis: It was the bone crushing power of a torsion wrench they use to tighten the turnbuckles.
Gravedigger: You cant prove that. Once you go under that ring, its all legal.
ZMAC picks up Adams and rolls him back into the ring and drops an elbow on him for a quick cover.
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams kicks out at two.
ZMAC starts to hammer away at the bruised forehead of Adams, trying to split open but hes pulled off the ref. Adams gets to his feet and rushes ZMAC, plowing him into the turnbuckle and hammering away. Adams climbs the buckle for a series of mounted punches but ZMAC lifts him up and power bombs him away. That doesn’t stop Adams who rolls backwards out of the powerbomb and spears ZMAC.
Gravedigger: ZMAC counters with a knee to the gut that sends spencer reeling.
Zach Davis: And hes pulling out the rag from last time.
ZMAC gets Adams into a sleeper hold with that chloroform rag and sinks it in deep.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh.
Freddy Whoa: Uh-Oh is right. Spencer is going to juice down on that one way express.
Gravedigger: Damn it, Freddy! I told you rap is crap! …..OH son of a bitch! Thanks, Freddy. You just cost me fifty bucks.
The ref checks Spencer’s arm…
Spencer keeps the shoulder up as he tries to power out of it. He gets to a knee and starts hitting elbows to create space then grabs onto ZMACs head and flips over him- hitting an Osaka Street Cutter.
Zach Davis: And Adams wobbles over to the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: He did it though. He fought off ZMACs nasty rag.
Zach Davis: I guess he got used to the smell?
Freddy Whoa: Adams tries to go after ZMAC again but ZMAC takes him down.
Gravedigger: ZMAC locks him in that chloroform crossface again.
Adams struggles and fights and claws. ZMAC cant get the hold in but finally is able to lock it as Spencer struggles to the ropes.
Crowd: Anti-Dote ! Anti-Dote !
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams finds himself in the same position the defeated him last week.
Freddy Whoa: But can he fight off the cross face and the rag?
Zach Davis: The fans are on their feet, chanting Spencer on. They don’t want to see their Peoples Champion lose again this way.
Adams struggles and continues to fight. Hes not giving up. He inches closer to the ropes as ZMAC amps up the pressure.
Zach Davis: Adams just screaming in pain but refusing to give up.
Adams inches ever closer
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know if he can do it.
Gravedigger: Tap. Go to sleep. All Jobbahs go to heaven. Ain’t you seen that movie.
Freddy Whoa: Sorry Digz, no ones seen your WCF career retrospective.
Gravedigger: Somebody Call Jesse Jackson, cuz I’m about to stomp a mud whole in Freddie’s ass.
Can he…. Will he…
Zach Davis: NOO!! Spencer Adams collapses.
Crowd: Anti-Dote! Anti-Dote!
The ref checks spencers arm..
Zach Davis: What!?
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I don’t believe it!
Gravedigger: No way!?
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams kept his arm up and now he is crawling to the ropes… And he gets it.
The ref counts the break
Zach Davis: And ZMAC lets go at four.
Gravedigger: No! no,no,no,no,no!
ZMAC gets to his feet and starts stomping away at Adams who rolls out of the ring. The ref backs ZMAC off as Adams gets to his feet. ZMAC tries to make his way over to the ropes but Adams spring boards off with a spinning heel kick that knocks ZMAC down. Adams gets to his feet and connects with a stading shooting star press.
Gravedigger: Its gonna take more than that to keep ZMAC down.
ZMAC sits up as Adams gets to his feet and starts chopping away at ZMAC with stiff kicks to the chest.
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!
Adams winds up….
And he connects with a spin kick to the face.
Spencer takes to the ropes and tries for a flying double knee space but its blocked by ZMAC who shoves him to the ground and looks to counter with a sling shot into the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Spencer clings to the buckle. He cought himself.
Freddy Whoa: Watch out Spencer.
Without looking Spencer flings himself backwards for a cross body..
Gravedigger: Zombie Drop!
Zach Davis: Both men are down.
The ref counts.
Spencer gets up. First to a knee…
then to a vertical base. Spencer breaks the count.
Zach Davis: ZMAC rolls out of the ring. I think- I think hes grabbing a chair.
ZMAC gets the chair but Adams runs and baseball slides it right into ZMACs face.
Gravedigger: Disqualify ref. He used the chair.
Zach Davis: Its not Spencers fault. He didn’t use the chair offensively.
Gravedigger: Neither did ZMAC use that alleged wrench.
Spencer pickup ZMAC as ZMAC slides the chair into the ring; followed by spencer rolling ZMAC back in. Spencer picks up ZMAC and batters him against the ropes. ZMAC sees the ref turn his back as he removes the chair from the ring.
Zach Davis: WHAT!
Gravedigger: That was a Falcon kick. Right to the pills.
Freddy Whoa: The ref didn’t see it?
Gravedigger: Of course not. It was a brilliant plan.
Spencer Adams doubles over, holding his groin.
Crowd: Fuck you ZMAC. Fuck you ZMAC
Zach Davis: I think he saw it. I think the ref saw it. He’s getting in ZMACs face.
Freddy Whoa: He’s calling for the bell.
Gravedigger: What? That’s not even right. He didn’t even see it. This is Honey Badger Profiling. This is a screw job!
The ref goes over and talks with Kyle Steel who announces the winner.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen… the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification and STILLLLL… WCF PEOPLES CHAMPION…. THE ANTIDOTE… SPPENNCCEERRR…. AAAADDAAMMSSSS!
Zach Davis: Not like this. Spencer didn’t want to win like this.
Spencer slinks off to the turnbuckle, trying to protect himself from any further onslaught by ZMAC. The ref goes to hand Spencer his belt but ZMAC intervenes, taking the belt from the ref and spitting on it before tossing it to Spencer and rolling out of the ring and making his way back through the crowd amidst a hail of boos and flying soda cups.
Zach Davis: Well ladies and gentlemen. Like the ending or not, Spencer Adams is still the Peoples Champion.
Gravedigger: I hate it.
Freddy Whoa: I like it.
Gravedigger: You would.
Spencer gets to his feet with his WCF peoples title in hand as the crowd cheers him on.
Crowd: Thank you spencer.. Thank you spencer… Thank you spencer…
Slam goes to commercial.
Masked Man Segment
The camera cuts backstage to see Scarecrow walking down the hallway, stretching his arms out and in. He turns a corner, and is suddenly struck in the skull by a lead pipe. He hits the ground, and the camera pans to reveal the masked man.
Gravedigger: It’s the masked man! He’s attacking Scarecrow now?!
Zach Davis: I can’t begin to make sense of this man’s methods.
The masked man stomps away on Scarecrow, as caterers and backstage crew move out of the way. The masked man lifts Crow up, and tosses him into a set of nearby lights. The man quickly fishes his body out, and lifts him in a butterfly suplex position, before bringing him down in a brainbuster on the concrete.
Freddy Whoa: The Killshot! That’s Waylon Cash’s move!
The masked man stands over Scarecrow, and pulls a can of spray paint from his back pocket. Next to him on the ground, the man spray paints the letters S and W in a circle before drawing a line through them. He drops the paint can, and walks off just as the medics are arriving to tend to Scarecrow.
Gravedigger: I’m not sure what in the world this is supposed to men, but it’s getting old. Show your face, you coward!
Zach Davis: For once, we couldn’t agree more.
Slam goes to commercial.
Thomas Bates/Gemini Battle/Doug Murdock vs Oblivion/Night Rider/Denise D'Evil
The sound of Motorcycles plays as Thomas Bates, Gemini Battle, and Doug Murdock step through the curtain together. Bates holds his Belt over his shoulder as Gemini and Doug show off their belts around their waist as they walk down the aisle. The crowd is mixed with cheers and boos but the cheers clearly outweigh the jeers. They step into the ring and grab microphones conveniently set for them.
Thomas Bates: THE DEFILERS OF LOGIC HAVE ARRIVED!
The crowd cheers.
Gemini Battle: The past few weeks have seen the Defilers of Logic go their separate ways for a moment. You’ve got Thomas Bates who’s trying to get his greedy hands on any title that exists in the WCF. Then there’s me who has been in a bit of an altercation with KL Henson, and yes folks, I’m still working through those issues so no questions please, just be assured that when I get KL in a hell in a Cell all questions will be answered. Then there’s Doug Murdock who… well he… what the hell have you been doing?
Doug Murdock: Kicking ass, taking names and calling out Jonny Fly to give me a shot at that Television Title, which he has still cowardly unaccepted.
Gemini Battle: Oh, yea… I’ve really got to pay more attention to what you’re doing.
The crowd quietly laughs as Thomas Bates flicks Gemini in the back of the head.
Gemini Battle; Ouch, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that… it smarts!
Thomas Bates: You think THAT smarts, we’re gonna be stepping into the ring with two men my size and a woman with devastating wrestling skills. If that smarts imagine what the Angels of Death are going to do.
Doug Murdock: Those fools think that they’re gonna win tonight and get a shot at these titles, but let me tell y’all something. We ain’t been beat yet, and we ain’t never gonna be beat!
Gemini Battle: I feel that we’re at a disadvantage this week. We are the Defilers of Logic, week after week we do things that no one expects, but for the first time, including our title defense, we are considered the favorites… there is no logic to defile…
Thomas Bates: Except that this time we’re going to defile the logic that there is no logic to defile.
Doug Murdock: Deep, man…
Suddenly Denise D’Evil enters surrounded by Oblivion and Night Rider towering behind her.
Denise D’Evil: Don’t you dare take us lightly, because we’re not going to stop until darkness reigns over the Trio’s Division and you can name us the WCF Trio’s Champions.
She motions for the group to go and the three wrestlers run down the ramp and towards the ring.
Gemini dropkicks Denise through the ropes as she begins to climb up sending her to the ground as Nightrider and Oblivion get to the apron and meet Doug and Bates respectively. They pound away at each other until ultimately Bates and Dog gain the upper hand and knock them off the apron and onto the floor next to Denise and they all convene.
Then the crowd cheers wildly as Thomas Bates lifts Gemini Battle up over his head and tosses him down towards the three wrestlers… but they catch him. Then Doug comes running from the opposite side and Bates assists him in a suicide dive through the middle ropes and into the group causing all 5 of them to crash down hard on the floor leaving Thomas Bates in the ring alone. Quickly Gemini and Doug get back into the ring and the crowd chants
Crowd: D-R-G…D-R-G… D-R-G…
The referee finally gains some type of composure as Oblivion steps into the ring leaving his partners on the apron outside the ropes. Doug Murdock takes the stage for DRG and the two face off.
Gravedigger: Doug Murdock fears no man and he’s proving that by steeping into the ring with Oblivion.
Zach Davis: But it looks like Oblivion has other plans…
Oblivion starts pointing over at Bates, calling him out, demanding that he enter the ring. Doug looks over at his partner and the crowd cheers.
Freddy Whoa: Will he do it… YES!
Doug tags Bates in and he climbs over the top rope and the two giant men stand face to face with each other exchanging words.
Gravedigger: Monster vs Mountain… which one will come out on top?
Bates delivers a blow, followed by Oblivion, followed by Bates, then Oblivion again. The two exchange punches until Bates gains the upper hand and then throws Oblivion into the ropes. When the men meet in the center with a shoulder tackle neither man moves. Then Oblivion runs off the ropes and comes back with a clothesline sending Bates back a couple of steps but ultimately remaining on his feet. Bates then runs off the ropes and meets Oblivion in the center with a clothesline sending him back, but then Bates delivers a Spartan kick pushing Oblivion back into his own corner.
Denise D’Evil jumps up and tags herself in. She runs to the center of the ring and Bates steps back and tags in Gemini. The crowd boos loudly at the lack of confrontation.
Zach Davis: It’s been well documented that Thomas Bates will not compete with a woman.
Gravedigger: But don’t worry, Gemini has no problem with it.
Gemini and Denise lock up and Gemini quickly takes the upper hand and puts her in a headlock. But she powers up and delivers a back body drop to Gemini. He rolls to his feet quickly with a look of shock on his face.
They lock up again and this time Denise grabs the quick headlock. Gemini powers her up but she kicks and moves the momentum forward flipping him over and cinching in a headlock. Gemini kips out of the hold to his feet leaving Denise on the floor. Gemini runs over with a low dropkick, but Denise slides out of the way and gets to her feet. The two run towards each other and then stop looking at each other face to face.
Gravedigger: It appears that each one of them have met their match. We both know how well accomplished and decorated both the wrestlers are…
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gemini grabs Denise by the face and plants a huge kiss on her lips. She pushes him off then delivers a low blow behind the watchful eye of the referee. Night Rider reaches seemingly halfway across the ring and tags himself in.
Zach Davis: Uh, oh. A few weeks ago Night Rider and Denise publicized their relationship. Night Rider doesn’t seem like the jealous type, but…
Gravedigger: He’s definitely the angry type.
Night Rider steps over the top rope and shoves Denise out of the way and grabs Gemini by the throat. He lifts him up in the air and starts shouting obscenities at him. Gemini spits in the man’s face right before he throws him down into the mat.
Gravedigger: I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a Gemini shaped indent in the mat right now, I’ve never seen anyone get thrown so hard.
Rider lifts Gemini up and throws him hard into the corner before running forward with a big splash crushing Gemini in the turnbuckles. Night Rider walks over to the opposing corner and does a throat slitting motion to Doug Murdock who tries to enter the ring, and is stopped by the referee.
While the referee is distracted Denise wraps the tag line around Gemini’s throat, choking him out. Oblivion delivers a large forearm across his chest before Murdock regains composure and the referee can get his eyes back on the action.
Night Rider pulls Gemini out of the corner and delivers a body slam before tagging in Denise who enters and climbs to the second rope. She jumps down with a front elbow drop and goes for a quick pin.
She grabs Gemini by the head and pulls him closer to their corner before tagging in Oblivion. Obi steps over the top ropes and waits in the corner as Denise lifts Gemini to his feet. She hurls Gemini into the corner and he meets Oblivions big boot to his face and drops hard to the mat. Oblivion drops down and goes for a pin.
Zach Davis: Gemini is getting pummeled here tonight, but still ticking.
Gravedigger: People rant and rave about the cohesiveness of the DRG but the Angels of Death are showing that they know what the hell they’re doing too. Look at this teamwork as Oblivion tags back in Denise and holds Gemini open for a free shot.
Denise climbs to the second rope as Oblivion holds Gemini. She jumps off with a dropkick.
But Gemini slides out of the way causing Denise to hit Oblivion!
Oblivion rolls out of the ring and Gemini crawls to his corner as the crowd goes nuts. Doug Murdock reaches out as Gemini reaches.
Zach Davis: One more foot and he’ll be there.
Gemini looks like he’s going to make the tag but Demise comes over just as the men’s hand’s meet and he pulls Gemini by the feet back into her corner and Tags in Night Rider who steps over the top rope and delivers a leg drop across the chest of Gemini.
Night Rider lifts Gemini to his feet and throws him back into their corner. He steps back and comes at him again with another big Splash but Gemini slides out of the way again leaving nothing but Turnbuckle for Night Rider to connect with. He runs back to his corner but Denise tags herself in and stops the tag by grabbing onto Gemini’s foot again.
Gemini gets to his feet and balances as Denise holds onto his free foot. He leaps up and hits her in the back of the head with an enzuguiri and both wrestlers lay on the ground.
Gravedigger: Whoever makes the tag first is going to get the advantage here.
Gemini reaches over to the outstretched arm of Doug Murdock just as Denise tags in Night Rider. Night Rider climbs over the top rope and charges towards the opposite corner as Gemini lunges and tags in Doug Murdock.
Before Doug can get in he gets punched off the apron onto the floor below by Night Rider. Doug grabs Night Rider by the legs and pulls him down and under the bottom rope. Night Rider ends up standing at the apron as Doug steps back and delivers a big clothesline into the apron. Doug slides into the ring and Night Rider follows.
Doug Murdock runs off the other side and as Night Rider enters the ring he is met by a big knee sending the big man into the ropes. Doug quickly runs off the opposite side again and as Night Rider propels off the ropes Doug clotheslines Night Rider sending him back into the ropes, down and trapping his arms in the ropes as the crowd cheers loudly.
Gravedigger: I haven’t seen a man’s arms get caught in the ropes since Andre the Giant.
Zach Davis: He’s in quite the precarious situation now.
Doug bounces off the opposite side again and delivers a dropkick to the trapped Night Rider as the referee tries to get the big man out.
Meanwhile Gemini Battle has rolled out of the ring into the waiting arms of Oblivion who was still on the ringside floor after that devastating flying dropkick debacle. Oblivion grabs Gemini immediately and throws him into the steel steps, dislodging them and sending Gemini toppling over them into the barricade behind it.
Thomas Bates turns around and starts shouting at Oblivion as Denise D’Evil comes running into the ring and dropkicks Doug Murdock into Thomas Bates sending the mountain down onto the ringside floor. Oblivion ignores the big man and continues stalking Gemini who crawls away and tries to get to safety.
Denise runs off the opposite ropes and goes to deliver a clothesline to Doug who ducks underneath and delivers a back body drop over the top rope and into the waiting arms of Thomas Bates who catches her with ease.
Gravedigger: The referee is completely losing control of this match!
Zach Davis: And Bates has Denise in a body slam position.
The crowd cheers as Thomas Bates holds Denise up, then the cheers turn to jeers as he gently puts her down. She wipes a slight bit of blood off her lip, and then smacks Thomas Bates across the face, smearing the blood on his bearded cheek.
Denise D’Evil: HIT ME YOU COWARD!
Thomas Bates shakes his head and then backs away. Denise doesn’t care and follows him continuing to shout obscenities and vicious haymakers at Bates as He covers up and backs away, refusing to return blows with the woman.
Meanwhile on the other side Oblivion has finally caught up to Gemini and tossed him into the Spanish Announcer’s table. Oblivion lifts up the protective barrier and tosses out the monitors exposing the bare table then he delivers repeated blows to Gemini’s back.
Inside the ring Night Rider has escaped his prison and grabbed Doug Murdock by the throat. Doug struggle to release the hold and punches the large man’s arm down. He then grabs Night Rider from over the head, and pulls his shirt over his head and delivers uppercuts to the man.
Freddy Whoa: His hockey background clearly coming into play as the Thug takes on the bigger competitor and stands toe to toe with him.
Gravedigger: Talking about standing toe to toe with a bigger competitor…
Denise has gotten a steel chair and is delivering blow after blow to Thomas Bates, who is wincing in pain, but still refusing to deliver a receipt to the woman. He covers up and blocks as much as he can with his massive arms receiving much of the blows but still getting an incredible beating by the relentless woman.
On the other side of the ring Oblivion has Gemini set up for a power slam.
Gravedigger: Gemini’s gonna take one into that table it looks like.
Oblivion lifts him up and has him in perfect position. But Gemini slides out and lands on the ground. HE drops to his knees and delivers a low blow to Oblivion which seems to have no effect. Gemini repeats the blow and eventually the big man drops to his knees. Gemini gets to his feet and runs forward delivering a Shining Wizard using Obi’s knee as a jumping off point and kicks the big man in the back of the head. Gemini catches Oblivion before he drops to the ground and positions him on the table. Gemini then slowly gets into the ring to climb to the top rope.
Meanwhile in the ring Doug has ripped Night Rider’s shirt completely off and now Night Rider is using it to choke out Doug with it. Doug is struggling and delivering vicious blows to relieve some of the pressure around his neck.
The referee calls for the bell as it rings repeatedly.
Gravedigger: I think the referee is disqualifying the Angels of Death.
Zach Davis: It’s about time, this match is getting out of hand.
Freddy Whoa: But the action still isn’t stopping.
The bell rings repeatedly as Denise D’Evil continues delivering chair shots to Thomas Bates. Finally Bates steps out of the way after a huge swing causing Denise to miss and fall to the ground in the corner of the barricades. Thomas Bates has a look of rage on his face as he stalks over the woman. He clenches his fist and the woman spits in the direction of Thomas.
Denise D’Evil: HIT ME YOU BASTARD… HIT ME!
Inside the ring the scene has turned into an all-out brawl. The two men can hardly be discerned from one another as they roll on the ground exchanging the dominant position and delivering haymakers to one another.
Then Gemini jumps off the top rope towards Oblivion. He does a Swanton landing on his back on Oblivion causing the table to collapse underneath them both. Both men lay motionless on top of the carnage as the crowd chants.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT!!!
Then security comes out. They head towards Thomas Bates first who has a fist clenched and raised towards Denise who is still yelling at him.
Denise D’Evil: HIT ME… HIT ME…HIT ME!!!
Crowd: HIT HER (clap clap clap) HIT HER (clap clap clap)
The security step in front of Bates who raises his hand in defeat and Denise screams loudly. She gets up and rolls into the ring. She grabs Night Rider off of Doug, both men bleeding from the mouth and Doug goes to attack, sees two wrestlers and rethinks the decision before they roll out of the ring on the other side. The help Oblivion to Its feet as Gemini sees them coming towards him and rolls away to safety and into the ring next to Doug. Thomas joins them next leaving the entire DRG in the ring as the AoD heads towards the ramp.
Denise D’Evil: THIS ISN’T OVER!
The three members of the AoD look in bad shape but no worse than the three men standing in the ring. Gemini shouts obscenities towards the AoD as Doug and Thomas stand proudly in the ring. Kyle Steele makes an announcement.
Kyle Steele: Ladies and Gentlemen the referee has decided that this match will be ruled as a no-contest.
Gravedigger: The crowd disagrees with the call, but I don’t. All 6 competitors lost control, there was no more order. To prevent anyone from getting seriously injured he had to make that call.
Zach Davis: But the AoD clearly started the whole thing.
Freddy Whoa: It was Gemini who kissed Denise and spit on Night Rider… the case could be easily made that he started the whole thing with that sign of disrespect.
Gravedigger: Well at the end of the day it’s the Trios Champions standing in the center of the ring as the AoD walks away. But something tells me that these 6 competitors will meet again and next time there may be more at stake than simple pride.
Slam goes to commercial.
The scene opens with Legion, sometime after his match, sitting in a plush chair in a backstage office, a lock of disgust on his face.
Legion: You can’t be serious.
The shoot widens, revealing the person he was talking to, a man who those familiar with the company would know as Jason Underwood, the attorney for the WCF.
Underwood: As a corpse, Mister Gardner, not unlike the only you left at your feet in your most recent video. We take legal threats very serious in this company, especially ones that come with stipulations.
Legion crosses his arms.
Legion: So you’re telling me I have to actually abide by that bitch’s demands on ‘pig positivity?’
Legion smiles, and it wasn’t for the alliteration either.
Legion: So be it; consider me forewarned. Next week, there won’t be a sliver of doubt that I love Miss Cicero’s favorite creatures.
Indeed, it was a knowing smile as Legion stood and exited the room, leaving Mister Underwood suddenly questioning if this conversation had been fruitful at all.
Zach Davis: I don’t like that smile from Legion, not one bit.
Freddy Whoa: Just be glad you’re not a pig, Zach. They’re the ones who will pay the price for this beef—excuse me—pork between Legion and PETS.
Gravedigger: I can’t wait.
Slam goes to commercial.
Television Title Match
Corey Black/Scarecrow vs Jonny Fly/Wade Moore
Corey Black/Scarecrow vs Jonny Fly/Wade Moore
Freddy Whoa: Our next match is a Tag Team match for the TV Title!
Lights go out.
Zach Davis: This can only mean one thing!
Gravedigger: It can mean a million things, Zach.
"The Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits the PA and the crowd goes ape-fucking-shit-balls! Corey Black walks out with Scarecrow closely behind. Corey is slapping hands on the way down, Crow not so much. He's all business tonight. Pantheon enters the ring, awaiting the opponents for the evening.
The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back - and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ringfrom The Everglades, weighing in at 280 lbs….WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides his guitar in, and then slides in himself, slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He removes his straw hat and hands his effects to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. He starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits his partner..
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘The Most Dominant Wrestler in WCF History.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on the ring throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the canvas. He stops and takes a few moment to prepare himself before - Scarecrow tackles Wade Moor and Corey Black flies over the top rope in a flip onto Jonny Fly!
Gravedigger: Pantheon starting the match early!
Inside the ring Crow had Wade pressed into a turnbuckle and is unloading big strikes while on the floor Corey and Jonny are laying there in agony. Wade starts fighting back and eventually breaks free, stuns Crow with a low kick and hits a big time spinebuster that rocks the ring. Black and Fly are getting to their feet, Corey rushes at Jonny only to eat back body drop on the floor.
Freddy Whoa: Some serious violence going on.
Fly climbs to the apron and then to top rope, Wade holds Crow in position! Corey Black leaps up to the apron and clubs Jonny, Crow rolls over and locks Wade in an armbar. Corey takes Fly off the ropes and to the apron, the ref is screaming at everyone, it's madness.
Gravedigger: Will this match just get started already!?
Jonny Fly spins around and hits a Discus Fly to Corey Black sending him over the top rope and back into the ring! Wade fights out of the armbar by crawling to the apron and falling to the floor under the bottom rope with Crow still attached to the other arm. Jonny Fly steps into the ring and tells the ref to call for the bell.
DING DING DING
Corey Black is stirring, he uses the ropes to get to his feet and EATS ANOTHER DISCUS FLY! Jonny with the pin!
Zach Davis: This match is under way and everyone is already beat to snot!
On the floor, Crow and Wade are still throwing big bombs at each other, almost not even paying attention to the match. Jonny has Corey up and suplexes him back to the mat. The ref is yelling at Wade and Crow to get onto the apron and have an actual tag match but they don't care. Jonny with Corey on the mat and Fly grabs the arm.
Zach Davis: The arm! The just recently healed arm of Corey Black! Fly is trying to break it the same way he broke Howard Black's arm.
Scarecrow sees his partner is in trouble and doubles Wade over with a kick to the gut. Shoving Wade into the barricade, Crow grabs a kendo stick from under the ring and slides into the ring. Crow winds up and smacks Fly across the back of the head. The referee immediately calls for the bell as Crow lays into Fly's back with another shot. Corey Black rolls out of the ring holding his arm as the referee tries to get Crow away from Fly.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Someone needs to get that kendo stick away from Scarecrow!
The referee grabs hold of the kendo stick and yanks it away from Scarecrow. Crow tries to get it back but Wade spins him around and lays into his face with a right hand. Crow and Richards now going at it with lefts and rights.
Freddy Whoa: This is anarchy!
Zach Davis: And it's going to get worse! Look who's on their way out!
#Beachkrew storm the event as the scene descends into total chaos; Corey Black is Joined ringside by his Pantheon brethren, Richards and Purse. While inside the ring, Wade begins to unload on Crow with brutal shots. The Murder Machine however finds his composure and fights back, but Wade delivers a thunderous chair shot as he once again gains the advantage. Wade looking to put Crow away as--
“Never Gonna Stop” hits, it's ZMAC! He runs down to the ring carrying a steel chair!
Zac Davis: What the hell?
ZMAC slides in, and hits a chair shot, followed by an Axe Wound on Wade! Huge pop for ZMAC!
Zac Davis: What's....what's happening here?
Gravedigger: It's about damn time, Crow!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!?
Crow and ZMAC with a beatdown on Wade! Murder of Crows! Wade scurries away under the bottom rope to avoid the barrage as Crow and ZMAC are left alone in the ring. Crow holds onto his ribs, he's down on one knee and gasping for air, punished after that last assault. ZMAC extends his hand and lifts Crow to his feet!
Zac Davis: Crow and ZMAC are on the same page?
Gravedigger: Look! On the stage!
It's Buddy Roman, dressed in a swanky smart suit. The shape is still wheelchair bound, but defiant. He smiles as his hands lock in a conspiratorial embrace. Inside the ring we see Crow nod. He's made his decision.
Corey breaks from the crowd, grabs a microphone.
Corey Black: Don't do this, Crow! Don't make this mistake!
Crow is about to say something, thinks better of it as he leaves with ZMAC; moving silently past the chaos at ringside. Crow receives a pat on the back from the coked up madman as he wheels Buddy away. The scene fades to black.
John Gable vs Joey Flash
Kyle Steel: The following contest is our Main Event . . .
"A Little God in My Hands" by Swans BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain, followed closely by the dazzling Lisa Seymour. 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: John Gable warming up for by far the biggest match he’s had since returning to the WCF earlier this month.
Freddy Whoa: It’s the battle of the Television, as we ourselves prepare for what will truly be a Main Event caliber match.
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, standing at six feet and two inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds, from the Bronx, New York . . . Joey FLASH!
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust.
Zach Davis: Three inches, one pounds . . . will we ever find a more even match-up.
Freddy Whoa: To be fair, Gable’s got another hundred some pounds in his corner, ready to ‘nurse’ him if you know what I mean.
Gravedigger: Lucky Bastard.
Freddy Whoa: GD, you know I can hook you up. Got a contact in the Reading Nursing Home, nice ladies there.
While Gravedigger gives Whoa a death stare from the announcer’s table, Gable and Flash exit their respective corners, stepping to the center of the ring as the referee goes over the rules for the contest while the pair weigh each other up with their stony stares. The pre-match theatrics complete, the referee steps back, calling for the bell.
DING DING DING
Immediately, Flash falls into a boxing stance, weight balanced between his two feet, lunging forward with a two punch combination at Gable’s mug. John was expecting it, though, putting his hands up and backpedaling a step. Flash presses the offensive, jabbing at the abdomen and head to little effect, as Gable seemed to be always one step out of his reach. As expected, Gable was quickly pushed against the ropes, signaling for the referee to step in between the competitors, much to Flash’s irritation; Gable only waves his hand back, telling Flash to back off. Joey obliges allowing the two men to return to the center of the ring, before he launched into his second offensive of strikes. One solid blow lands in Gable’s stomach, but again, Mister Hollywood backs off, using the ropes as his escape from the attack. The referee steps between the pair one more, urging Flash to back off. Right before he steps away, though, Gable slaps him across the face over the referee’s head before rolling out the ring.
Gravedigger: Gable gives Flash a slap that Steve Orbit reserves for bitches and Freddy Whoa.
Zach Davis: And Flash is NOT happy.
Indeed, Gable left an irate Flash standing in the ring, if only for a second as Flash rolls out to try and bring the fight to his opponent. John gives him a chase around the ring for a brief moment before rolling back into the ring, Joey got in his heels. Gable was already up, though, and stomping around at Flash’s chest and arms while holding onto the ropes for leverage. The referee begins a five count, but Gable lets go before he even reaches one, taking a step back. Then from this position, Gable strikes with a punt-kick into the side of Flash’s head before he can get to his feet. A quick pin follows.
Flash pushes Gable off of him, rolling to the safety of the outside.
Zach Davis: The entire crowd could head the ring of Flash’s head as Gable’s boot connected with him.
Freddy Whoa: Going to take more than one kick to put old Joey down, though.
John Gable was aware of this as well as he stepped out onto the apron, waiting for Flash to rise to his feet. Groggily, Flash obliges, turning to face Gable as he leaps off the apron, a Tornado DDT on his mind. Joey sidesteps him, though, using only his hands to shift Gable’s momentum so he slams into the barrier on the outside! Then, in a flash, Joey steps forward and hits a quick enzuigiri across John’s face, sending the former Television Champion of the Year into a sitting position on the outside. This didn’t last long, though, as Joey pulls him to his feet, manhandling him into the ring, where he proceeds to go for his own pin once he’s there as well.
Gable rubs at his head while Flash rises to his feet, grabbing at his opponent to pull him to his feet. He throws Gable’s arm over his neck, a suplex in mind, but John comes alive, slamming an elbow onto the back of Flash’s neck. One more has Flash releasing his hold, with a final spinning elbow that FLOORS the Tag Team Champion, while Gable regains his composure in the ring. Instead of going for the pin, John instead delivers a sharp kick to Flash’s ribs.
Zach Davis: Gable wants to show Flash that he underestimated him this Sunday.
Gravedigger: Don’t blame him in the least. When someone had the audacity to call me accomplishments mediocre, I was biting at the rope to show them otherwise.
Gable kicks Joey a second time before deciding he was soft enough to pull back into a standing position. Once there, John steps behind Flash, a German suplex in mind. Joey thwarts it with an elbow of his own, before getting Gable himself for his own German suplex. Gable wiggles out of it, again stepping behind Flash and locking his arms around his opponent’s waist. Joey still doesn’t allow the execution of the suplex though, using all of his leg strength to push Gable back the few steps required to be against the rope. The ref steps in, patting Gable on the arm to release the hold. Right before Gable obliges, though, Flash delivers a sick mule kick between the legs of Hollywood, striking his double capital O’s while the referee was focused elsewhere! Gable releases immediately, allowing Flash to step around him, locking in a Full Nelson that transitioned into a Bulldog, slamming Gable’s face straight into the mat without allowing him to brace the fall at all with his hands. Flash goes for the pin immediately after, while the crowd boos his cheap attempt at victory.
Zach Davis: Flash is breaking out the wrestling techniques AND the less than legal ones as well to score this victory.
Freddy Whoa: I guess he’s aware of the John Gable threat now as well.
Gravedigger: Or it’s just Joey Flash being Joey Flash.
Gable pushes the shoulder off of the mat, shaking his head to get the cobwebs out while Flash returns to his feet, eyeing the referee with distaste evident. Grabbing Gable behind the ear, Flash pulls his opponent to the feet before immediately whipping them into the rope. While Gable rebounds, Flash falls into a boxing stance, looking for a knockout punch on the return. One, two steps from Hollywood before Joey strikes . . . but hits thin air as Gable ducks under it. John halts his momentum immediately, spinning with elbow drawn in hopes to hit Flash in the back of the head before he recovered from the overextension. What he didn’t account for was the extra set of eyes that Flash had there, allowing him to evade the strike. Joey still had his back to Gable after his dodge, though, not that it stopped the World Title Contender. With a little grin, Flash leaps backwards, hoping to strike Gable with a rarely seen Pele Kick. Joey Flash wasn’t the only one in the ring with awareness, though, as John leans out of the way, allowing the Tag Team Champion to compete his flip and land with a thud stomach first on the mat. Like a viper, Gable snatches up Flash’s foot, putting Joey into a vicious ankle lock, the desire to snap it obvious on Gable’s face. Joey was having none of it, flailing and pulling himself to the ropes before Gable could really lock in. Before he even reached it, Gable let go, allowing Joey to scuttle the rest of the way while the crowd, shockingly, cheers the competition in the ring. Joey, crouched, watches Gable in the center of the ring while the crowd livens up, excited by the hard-hitting, technical contest this was becoming.
Freddy Whoa: Who would’ve thought either man would receive cheers tonight?
Gravedigger: This is Philly, Freddy; these people know good wrestling when they see it.
Zach Davis: And when you pair off two of the most technically sound guys in the company, you’re bound to get just that.
Flash rises to his feet again, stepping slowly into the center; Gable allows him to advance, an aura of respect from both men hanging in the air, at least for this night. A week from now, they would probably go back to berating the other’s ability, but in this moment, they were equal competitors who knew the quality of themselves and each other. It was because of this that a simple tie-up in the center of the ring elicited a loud cheer from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Gable comes out of the tie in control.
Indeed, Gable almost immediately puts Flash into a side headlock, wrenching away at the man’s neck. Flash quickly slips out of the hold, putting Gable into a half nelson with the left arm stretched high and hard. Gable wiggles free and somehow gets behind Flash with a sleeper hold. A simple technique to Flash, who uses the strength of his hands to wrench the hold free. Then, without releasing his grip on Gable’s left wrist, he pulls the arm over his shoulder and then slams it down once, twice, three times, fully extending John’s arm as his elbow collided with Flash’s shoulder.
Gravedigger: Flash is really targeting that arm of Gable, wearing it down as the match goes on.
The pain from Gable’s arm was evident in his face as Flash latched on. Flash, using his amateur training, used John’s arm as a whip of sorts, tossing Gable onto the mat in a pseudo-Judo technique, wrenching the arm back into full extension as Gable tried to get to a sitting position. With his free hand, Gable did just that, before rolling backwards to lessen the stress of the submission. Now in a crouching position, Gable leaped upward, catching Flash under the chin with a heavy elbow to force him to release the hold. A sharp kick doubles the Tag Champ over, and a quick Snap DDT spikes him to the mat, with pin to follow.
Zach Davis: Both men are giving it all tonight!
Gable, rotating his arm to get some feeling back into it, pulls Flash to his feet. With a Russian Leg-Sweep in mind, John tries to wrench Flash off of his feet, but the Tag Champ won’t budge. Flash starts kicking with his inner leg, aiming for the Gable’s knee, connecting on the third strike. Gable releases his hold long enough for Flash to slip out and latch onto Gable’s left arm again, holding it straight out. Then falling back, Flash takes Gable to the mat with a sweeping armbreaker that transitions into his infamous armbar.
Zach Davis: Pain is Love! Flash has got his best submission locked in.
Gravedigger: There close to the ropes, though, and the fans are letting Gable know that.
Indeed, the fans who were growing in volume since the tie-up, were practically on the feet as Gable desperately tried to fight himself out of the armbar. Flash shifted the technique for better leverage, allowing the former Television Champ to a sitting position with his legs out in front of him. Outside the ring, Lisa Seymour was cheering for her fellow actor, urging him to get to the ropes, with the force of the crowd behind her. And so he did, inching closer with his feet and free hand, despite the agony it put him in from Flash. The Tag Champ had the arm bent at angles a normal arm would’ve snapped at, but still Gable got closer to the ropes. And with an explosion from the crowd, he draped his right leg over it!
Freddy Whoa: Listen to the crowd! Who would’ve thought Mister Hollywood would find a following in Philly.
The referee called for the break, but it wasn’t until the count of four that Flash obliged. Gable gritted his teeth as he held his arm close to his chest, using his good arm to push himself to his feet. Flash, standing in the center of the ring, braced for the right moment. And then with an explosion of his own, Flash charged forward, hoping to punt Gable’s head clean off of his shoulder before he was fully standing. Gable, to the surprise of everyone, especially Joey, moved his head out of the way and caught Joey’s leg! Then, despite the pain it obviously caused him, Gable pulled Flash close, shifting his grip so he could take the Tag Champ to the mat with a brutal Spinebuster.
Zach Davis: Flash immediately rolls onto his stomach to make a pin harder.
Gable doesn’t try for a pin, though. Instead, he grabs Flash around the waist and with strength the crowd didn’t know he had in him, lifted Flash clean off the mat! If that wasn’t enough, Gable threw him backward into a deadlift German Suplex, brigading the pin!
Freddy Whoa: But Gable had other plans! The referee is in perfect positon . . .
Gravedigger: Flash isn’t out of it, though!
Gable, and the crowd, are beyond belief that Flash kicked out of that, especially since Flash isn’t even moving after he pushed his shoulder off the mat. Gable himself is slow to rise, nursing the injured arm as he stands over Flash. The adrenaline was pumping, though, allowing him to pull Flash to his feet and putting him into an inverted facelock, in the very center of the ring.
Zach Davis: If Flash was going to make a comeback, he should probably do it right now.
With what strength he had left, Gable hoists Flash into the air, aiming for the ninety degree mark. But Flash starts kicking in the air! Using the momentum from his flailing, Flash forces himself up and over, landing on his feet, Gable’s head tucked awkwardly under his arm. Quickly transitioning his hold, Flash drives Gable to the mat with an Inverted DDT before rolling into a second Pain is Love.
Gravedigger: Flash reverses the City Lights and locks in a second armbar on Gable in the center of the ring. Johnny boy is done.
Gable giving it all he has to drag himself and Flash to the ropes. The crowd pleading with John to not give in as Flash screams for him to tap.
Zach Davis: Can he do it? Can Gable make it to the ropes?
Gable makes an effort to reach the bottom rope with his free hand but comes up just inches short. Flash torquing the arm that's suffered so much already in this match. Gable finally relents and begins to tap.
DING! DING! DING!
The referee calls for the bell but Flash is relenting. The referee finally has to pull him away before he moves to check on Gable.
Freddy Whoa: And Joey Flash wins our main event via submission!
Flash pulls the referee away from Gable and is demanding that he get his arm raised. The referee quickly raises the arm and then goes back to Gable as Flash celebrates in the middle of the ring. The fans let him have it with their boos.
Zach Davis: Well whether you like him or not, Joey Flash wins tonight in a big match against John Gable. And as we learned earlier tonight, he's got a date with the World Champion at WAR.
Gravedigger: But we've got to wait until Revenge to find out who is going to be facing Flash!
Zach Davis: That's right! Next week is Revenge and we've got several huge matches already announced! Be sure to tune in on the WCF Network!
Slam fades out to black.