Post by Jayson Price on Aug 31, 2015 1:39:22 GMT -5
"War?" by System Of A Down greets the viewers as Revenge opens with a shot of the announce table. Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa are smiling ear to ear, obviously happy to be there. Gravedigger meanwhile is leafing through his August issue of "MS-13 Monthly Haps".
Zach Davis: Welcome everyone to WCF Revenge!
Freddy Whoa: We've got a heck of a show for you all tonight! Isn't that right Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: What? Oh. Yeah, great. Woo.
Zach Davis: Oh come on Digger. Get hyped!
Zach Davis: Welp, I'll take it.
Gravedigger: Things your wife says for $200.
Freddy Whoa: Oh! Hashtag sick burn.
Gravedigger: Things morons say for $1000. Shit, I'm on fire tonight! NOW I'M HYPED!
Zach Davis: ...screw it, whatever works I guess. Let's get this show on the road!
SIN ROSTRO JR./VIC VENABLE vs C.J. SHARPE/CLETUS T. CLYDE vs ACE MAVERICK/WOLF
Freddy Whoa: Alright, up first we have a 3 team tag team match, featuring some newcomers to WCF.
Zach Davis: I love matches like this, anyone could make an impact.
Gravedigger: Yeah yeah, they had better be impressive if I’m watching six of these guys.
"Struck a Nerve" hits the P.A, as the lights go a dark shade of blue, as smoke fills the entrance way. Out of the curtains comes Vic Venable, his ever so confident smirk on his face, and he begins making his way though the smoke to the ring, as the fans cheer him on. Halfway down the ramp, Vic pauses and the music fades to the sound of a Spanish guitar, as Vic Venable’s partner, Sin Rostro Jr. makes his way down the ramp as well. While Vic slaps a few hands on his way down, he doesn't linger among them, focused on the goal at hand. He makes it to the ring and climbs on in, and quickly readies himself in
Zach Davis: You could call these two an odd couple, Venable with his take-no-nonsense brawler style and Rostro with his Flashy Offense.
Freddy Whoa: Both guys are so much fun to watch though.
Gravedigger: Fun to watch yeah, but this is WCF, it takes more than that to get a win.
Papercut by Linkin Park begins playing as CJ Sharpe comes out with his back to the crowd, accompanied by his tag team partner for the night, Cletus T Clyde.
Zach Davis: Talk about an odd couple, a hardcore gas mask wearing brawler and a good old country boy.
Gravedigger: Normally you have to go to a certain part of town to see that.
When the song picks up he turns around real fast to a blast of pyro. He is wearing a leather jacket with a hood and a Las Vegas Pride hat.. He has his infamous Gas Mask. He runs to the ring and slides in. He gets on the top rope and takes off his jacket and hat. He sets them on the ring post and back flips off the turnbuckle then he stands there to await the ring bell...
the corner, pounding his chest "Wolf of Wall Street" style, as he waits for his opponent.
Zach Davis: I take it back, This is an odd couple.
Gravedigger: Hey, it’s not a WCF match without a couple of oddballs, Zach.
The theme music is Metallica’s “Of Wolf and Man.” The song begins at the end of Kirk Hammett’s guitar solo. Between the solo and lead singer James Hetfield’s spoken lyrics, Wolf walks out. He stops when Hetfield begins to speak, as if he’s taking part in a prayer. When Hetfield screams “So seek the wolf in thyself,” Wolf opens his arms wide (Sheamus style) and screams the line along with Hetfield
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, weighing in at 220 lbs, the man called Wolf!
He then walks down to the ring with a wide eyed, intense look on his face and breathing hard. He enters the ring by rolling under the bottom rope. He comes to his feet, walks across to the other side of the ring, and leans his chest onto the top rope, continuing to breathe hard with his eyes just slightly less wide than before.
Gravedigger: I like the look of this guy, he looks like he doesn’t take any nonsense.
The lights in the arena go out as the lower face of a woman with red lipstick comes on over the big screen and begins to speak.
Woman: Ladies get ready to feast your eyes and in case of emergency of loss of breath, please seek medical attention. Men, be ready to be amazed. For tonight it is my pleasure to introduce to you the sexiest man alive. He comes from Every Woman’s Fantasy, The Maverick Estate. I present to you “The Ladies Man” Ace Maverick!
The screen goes off as “Butterfly” by Crazy Town blares over the speakers. A bright white spotlight shines down on the entrance stage where Ace Maverick stands posing with a pink and black feathered scarf. As the music begins to play Maverick begins to walk down the ring entrance ramp. Toward the end of the ramp he finds a woman in the audience and kisses her on the cheek. He turns around and leans against the barricade allowing the women nearby rub his torso. A woman gets too grabby and attempts to go too low and he pushes off the barricade. He turns around looking at her shaking his finger with a smile and commences to celebrate with the fans at ringside. He finds a young boy and ruffles his hair and puts his hand up to give another young boy a high five. He nods toward the announcer’s table and climbs the steps. He walks out toward the center of the ring canvas and puts his hands on behind his head and rolls his hips sensually for the ladies and they go crazy at ringside. As he stops he enters the ring by using the ropes to spring him over the top rope. He shakes the ref’s hand as his music begins to close and turns his attention to getting ready for the match.
Zach Davis: Say what you want, this kid knows how to make an entrance.
Gravedigger: Yeah, he’d make a great pop star, he’s gonna get killed, mark my words.
The Teams all go to their respective corners, their lack of familiarity with each other immediately obvious. Ace Maverick poses for the cameras, flexing his biceps with a model-like smile, winking at an attractive lady in the front row. Wolf glares at his partner and shoves him toward the corner, Ace throws up his hands but shoots an annoyed look at the back of Wolf’s head. Wolf roars in challenge, holding his arms out at the other two men in the ring, Sin Rostro Jr. and CJ Sharpe.
Zach Davis: Wolf looks like he’s ready to start this right away!
Gravedigger: I know that feeling, Freddy, he’s been itching to get in this ring all day!
The bell rings and wolf charges forward towards both men, who quickly dodge out of the way. Wolf carries through regardless, colliding with Cletus Clyde, launching him off of the apron!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Incoming!
Cletus lands with a booming thud, his 375 pound frame crashing into the barricade. Wolf turns around with a satisfied grin. Rostro and Sharpe look at each other, and after a few moments nod their heads. Both men quickly turn and run full speed at Wolf!
But Sharpe stops at the last second, letting Rostro run full speed into Wolf with a clothesline! Wolf is momentarily staggered, but quickly picks up the luchador in a belly to belly suplex and hurls him over the ropes! The Luchador lands with a crash onto the fallen Clyde, but Sharpe quickly runs forward before Wolf can make it to his feet and begins laying in with punches!
Zach Davis: Wow! Sharpe let Sin Rostro take the punishment and then capitalized while Wolf was distracted!
Sharpe lays in with punch after punch on the bigger man, Wolf is unable to make it to his feet under the constant barrage! The audience begins cheering, happy to see Wolf pay for his aggression. Meanwhile, Cletus Clyde has managed to make his way to his feet, and to the apron! As Wolf starts to fade, the fatigued Sharpe takes the opportunity to tag in his partner.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes the big man!
Clyde slowly pulls Wolf to his feet, before connecting with a hard clothesline! Wolf flips in midair from the move and lands hard. Cletus then follows it up with a heavy elbow drop! The Audience cheers as wolf begins to fade under the constant pressure.
Zach Davis: Wolf really needs to make a tag here, guys.
Freddy Whoa: He was so eager to get into that ring that he put himself in danger early!
Cletus waves to the crowd, who cheer the humble Redneck, he looks at the prone opponent and gestures to the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: No, he couldn’t be thinking…
Cletus drags Wolf into the corner, laying him down, and begins to slowly ascend the turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: He is! He’s going for a Banzai Drop! He’s going to crush Wolf before this match even gets started!
Cletus stops on the second turnbuckle, over the helpless wolf, and begins slowly bouncing on the turnbuckle, once…twice....
But no! Sin Rostro Jr. comes out of nowhere, running along the apron and connecting with a double axe handle to the back! Clyde stumbles, clinging to the top rope. Wolf takes advantage of the distraction to roll to safely, as Clyde’s grip on the ropes slips!
Freddy Whoa: Timber!!
Clyde falls back first onto the mat with a crash, echoing throughout the arena! The crowd issues a pained “Oooooh” in response to the noise.
Zach Davis: Did you hear that guys?
Gravedigger: I think they heard that in China, Zach! Probably knocked down a skyscraper from the shockwaves!
Clyde lays dazed, stunned from the fall to the mat, as Rostro ascends the turnbuckle, grinning to the crowd. He looks at the perfectly placed opponent and turns around, throwing himself into a high moonsault!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! He got all of that!
Rostro quickly goes for the pin…
No! The pin is broken up at the last second by wolf! He connects with a hard shot to the back of Sin Rostro’s head, stunning the luchador, then grabs him in a hard chin lock! He tightens the grip, pulling hard.
Zach Davis: What a headlock! He looks like he’s trying to pull Rostro’s head off!
Rostro slowly begins fading, as Vic Venable begins clapping his hands, the audience begins cheering for Rostro, and despite the grinding hold, the Luchador reaches his outstretched arm towards his corner! Wolf wrenches, pulling even harder, but the Luchador manages to step forward! One foot goes forward, then another!
Freddy Whoa: That hold is locked in, but Rostro is pushing towards his corner through sheer willpower alone!
Rostro struggles, pulling against the hold, his fingers outstretched, Vic reaches out, and just barely manages to grab him! He bursts through the ropes, connecting with a hard clothesline to Wolf, knocking him to the ground! Cletus Clyde has made it to his feet, and Venable goes right to work on him, connecting with elbow strikes to the big mans head! He backs the big man up into the turnbuckle, and climbs up, holding his fist over Clyde’s head! He then begins reigning down blows one after another!
Crowd: Seven! Eight! Nine!
But Clyde manages to Shove Venable back to the ground, freeing himself, he falls to his knees, rattled by the punishment. Meanwhile, the fatigued wolf manages to tag in a fresh Ace Maverick! Maverick walks forward, grinning at Venable. He flexes his biceps and the women in the crowd all scream in response. Venable responds with a skeptical look, but Ace offers his hands in a test of strength. Venable looks toward the crowd, but approaches, the two lock up.
Zach Davis: A great show of sportsmanship from these two, wouldn’t you say?
Gravedigger: I say they should be focused on winning the match, Zach.
The two push hard against each other, back and forth, but before long Venable manages to push Maverick backwards, Maverick bends down, bridging his back like a crabwalk as Venable pushes his shoulders toward the mat…But no! With a sudden leap, Maverick pushes his knees into Venable’s stomach and throws him over with a monkey flip! Venable lands with a crash as Maverick makes his way to his feet and smiles.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What athleticism for the newcomer!
Venable rolls to his feet and charges forward with a clothesline, but Maverick ducks backwards, dodging underneath of it like a limbo pole. Venable keeps going, but Sharpe pulls the top rope down! Venable goes crashing to the outside!
Zach Davis: These guys just can’t seem to stay in the ring!
Gravedigger: Come on guys, I know you want my autograph, but focus on the task at hand!
Maverick goes running towards Venable, and throws himself to the over the top rope with a suicide dive onto the prone Venable! He gets to his feet as the audience cheers, then turns and plants a kiss on an attractive lady in the front row!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Gravedigger: I guess that’s why they call him the Ladies Man.
Ace Maverick turns his attention to Clyde, who has recovered from the earlier punishment, he steps back and runs full speed at his foe! He jump up, going for a shining wizard!
But no! Clyde catches him by the neck and lifts him up, before sending him crashing to the mat with a devastating chokeslam! He roars to the crowd and begins climbing the turnbuckle, this time going all the way to the top! Despite his size, he throws himself into the air coming down with a devastating top rope leg drop!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Southern Hospitality from the big guy! You gotta believe that’s it!
Clyde lets his leg rest over Mavericks chest, crossing his arms with satisfaction as the referee starts to count.
No! Wolf connects with a running big boot to Clyde! The referee quickly pulls Wolf back towards his corner, berating him for his interference. Clyde, shaken once again, rolls to the corner to tag in the recovered Sharpe, he makes the tag, but no!
Sharpe pulls Venable from the apron before the tag can be made! Before he can do anything, Venable grabs him with a hiptoss, hurling him into the timekeeper’s area! Clyde begins angrily shouting at Venable, but Venable jumps up grabbing Cletus by the head and pulling him over the ropes! Suddenly from behind, Sin Rostro climbs the top rope and jumps across the ring with a missle Dropkick to Cletus’s back, pushing him over the edge! Vic falls back, turning it into a devastating brainbuster on the concrete!
Zach Davis: And look at the teamwork there from Rostro and Venable! They’ve taken out both men!
Gravedigger: I have to admit, that was pretty cool.
Venable rolls back into the ring and begins to go after Maverick, punching him in the face with closed fist after closed fist, Maverick stumbles but begins throwing punches of his own! The two connect with punch after punch. The punches come faster and faster, neither man blocking each connecting with shot after shot!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! They’re going to knock each other out!
The two keep punching, but out of nowhere, both men connect with hard simultaneous right hands! They stumble and fall to their knees, almost in unison! Both Wolf and Rostro extend their hands, reaching for the tag!
Zach Davis: They knocked each other silly! Now both men need to make a tag!
Gravedigger: But look, Sharpe is back on his feet, and is headed back in!
Sharpe hits a sharp elbow drop on the fallen Venable, who cries out in pain, but Maverick jumps toward his corner with a burst of energy.
But no! Wolf withdraws his hand, letting Mavericks tag fall. He grins at his partner, as Sharpe pulls Maverick back into the center of the ring, Sharpe stands over his prone opponent with a grin and begins punching as Wolf flexes his arms, mocking his partner. Sharpe goes to grab Maverick by the hair, but Maverick quickly rolls him over with a small package!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Maverick catches Sharpe with a small package! Wolf and Maverick win!
Zach Davis: But why did Wolf pull his hand away?
Gravedigger: Isn’t it obvious? He wanted to teach his partner some humility!
Ace Maverick holds his hands up in victory, basking in the adoration of the fans as Wolf shakes his head, grudgingly raising his own hand in victory and retreating up the entrance ramp.
Revenge goes to a promo for the WCF Network.
LEGION vs DUSTIN BEAVER
The obnoxious sound of pig grunts and squeals begin to blare over the PA system as Legion steps out onto the ramp with little theatrics. The track shifts to some generic country song that the techies thought would add to the Redneck vibe, though he does little to encourage the image as he makes his way down to the ring, staring straight ahead and ignoring the outstretched hands and jeers from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 280 pounds and from Paradise, Mississippi...LEGION!
Climbing into the ring via the steel steps, Legion moves straight to the corner, back against the turnbuckle waiting for his match to begin.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
"Where Are U Now" hits the speakers and then a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it.
Zach Davis: Uh. Where is Dustin Beaver?
Freddy Whoa: Why you gotta ask me? You trying to say I look like Usher?
Zach Davis: No, I'm just asking in general.
Freddy Whoa: Oh. Well, uh, I haven't seen him.
The jumbotron quickly flickers on and we see Seth Lerch seated at his desk in the back.
Seth Lerch: WHAT THE HELL?! After how the Battle Royal ended last week, I demanded to see a winner between Legion and Dustin Beaver!
The fans boo. They'll boo anything Seth says.
Seth Lerch: So you know what, count out Beaver. COUNT HIM OUT NOW!
Seth watches on as the referee calls for the bell and then begins the 10 count.
The referee calls for the bell and then raises Legion's arm. Legion looks pissed at the situation.
Seth Lerch: STILL NOT GOOD ENOUGH! YOU! THE TIMEKEEPER! YOU'RE FIRED!
We hear angry bell ringing as Seth lets out an evil laugh. The jumbotron then goes black as Legion is fuming in the ring.
Zach Davis: Well...that was something.
Freddy Whoa: What the heck is up with Seth firing people with no remorse lately?
Revenge goes to a promo for WCF WAR next month as Legion is seen leaving the ring, pissed that he got the win the way he did.
NIGHT RIDER/DENISE D'EVIL vs RIDDLEBOX/KYLE KEMP
Lights suddenly turn off in the arena. A circus announcer voice plays you hear "Come One, Come all. See the Magical Riddlebox. RiddleBox by ICP starts to play. A single red spot light shines on the entrance ramp as Riddlebox walks out and stands in the spotlight. He looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face the spotlight follows him as he slowly makes his way the to the ring staring into the crowd. As he approaches the ring he slowly walks up the steps, climbs through the ropes and sits in the corner.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first standing at 6’5 and weighing 275 pounds in his debut match with the WCF is Riddlebox!
Zach Davis: After weeks of build up and riddles we finally get to see what Riddlebox has to offer!
Gravedigger: I’ve already had enough riddles….to much thinking!
The lights go out and and a spotlight shines on the stage as “Better Than You” begins to play. Kyle Kemp walks out onto the stage and smiles at the crowd. He struts down to ringside and walks straight up to Kyle Steel and rips the microphone from his hands.
Kemp: Ladies and Gentlemen, I know that I have been proclaiming all week how I know you all wanted me to wrestle twice and it got me exactly what I wanted. A shot at the People’s Title! So with that said….I don’t really need to be here for this. Good luck Riddlebox!
Kemp laughs and tosses the microphone back to Kyle Steel as he walks back around the ring towards the ramp while taunting Riddlebox. Riddlebox isn’t moving and simply staring a hole into Kemp as he backs up the ramp. Suddenly Night Rider is seen running down the ramp towards Kemp and blasts him with a forearm in the back. Kemp falls forward and rolls a few feet down the ramp. Denise D’Evil walks out as well as Night Rider picks up Kemp by the hair and throws him into the ring.
Zach Davis: Well I guess Kemp isn’t getting out of this one!
Freddy Whoa: He really didn’t think that through did he?
Night Rider throws Kemp into the corner who is being held up by the turnbuckle groggily. Night Rider begins to drive his shoulder into Kemps stomach over and over. Kemp slumps down as Night Rider backs away as he taunts Riddlebox who simply stares at him.
Gravedigger: Not much emotion from Riddlebox so far.
Night Rider stands up Kemp and positions him for a suplex. Kemp blocks it and goes for a schoolboy attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Close but Night Rider was not going to be fooled there!
Night Rider quickly stands a fraction of a second faster than Kemp which gives him time to hit Kemp with a clothesline. Night Rider pulls Kemp up by the hair and pulls him over to his corner. He tags in Denise and holds Kemp for her. Denise throws a backhand slap into Kemps face which causes Kemp to take a few steps backwards clutching his face. Denise takes a step back and charges at Kemp, looking for a spear. Kemp side steps to the left as she flies by. Denise turns around and eats a quick chop to the chest from Kemp. Kemp hits two more in succession before he whips her into the ropes. On the return Kemp hits a big boot to the face. He walks over to his corner, staring at Riddlebox. Riddlebox slowly extends his hand for a tag which Kemp obliges and steps out of the ring.
Zach Davis: To say these two are less than thrilled that they are teammates is an understatement.
Riddlebox kicks a slowly rising Denise in the stomach which causes her to flip over onto her back, gasping for air. He mounts her and begins to punch her in the head a few times before stepping off. Riddlebox begins to pander to the crowd as Denise crawls to her corner. Night Rider screams at her to tag him in but Riddlebox whirls around and charges at Night Rider, knocking him off the apron with a forearm. Night Rider falls to the floor as Riddlebox turns around and picks up Denise before immediately hitting her with a belly to belly suplex. She groans as she hits the canvas and Riddlebox immediately goes for a cover.
Zach Davis: No! Kickout by Denise.
Night Rider slides into the ring and kicks Riddlebox in the back of the head before the referee can force him out of the ring. Kemp laughs and points at Riddlebox who is clutching his head. Denise crawls toward her corner and quickly tags in Night Rider as Riddlebox tries to make the tag. Rider rushes into the ring and grabs hold of Riddlebox, pulling him away from Kemp's outstretched hand. Night Rider pulls Riddlebox up but Riddlebox catches him with a blatant kick to the groin.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
The referee immediately calls for the bell as Night Rider drops to his knees. Riddlebox begins to laugh as Kemp is fuming on the apron. Kemp drops to the ground and heads for the back as Rider falls to his side. Denise enters the ring and goes after Riddlebox, who quickly leaves the ring.
Zach Davis: Well Night Rider and Denise D'Evil win the match by disqualification. But what are we to make of this Riddlebox. He gets his team disqualified with a blatant low blow and he's laughing about it.
Gravedigger: Well I mean, the guy does have "riddle" in his name.
Freddy Whoa: Well Kemp obviously isn't a fan of riddles or Riddlebox. He's screaming at him from the stage.
Revenge goes to a promo for WCF Legends House as Night Rider and Denise D'Evil celebrate in the ring.
ALEX RICHARDS SEGMENT
Dangerous by Shaman's Harvest begins to play and the crowd erupts cheering loudly for the popular cult favorite Alex Richards who steps through the curtain waving a massive American flag. I mean massive. It looks like he went to the flag store and got the largest model they had. It is barely even held up by the wooden pole. He stops on the ring ramp and places the flag into a holder.
Alex Richards: Recently, I've been out here doing balls or no balls segments! But this week it's time for something entirely different! I come to you fans, as a patriot. And as an American. As an American patriot! Later tonight I'm going to capture the number one contendership for the United States championship. But right now I'm out here with you fans to celebrate something that makes our country great! Deep Fried Chicken Wings!
Alex reaches into his ever present doctor's bag and starts to toss chicken wings into the crowd. The fans cheer loudly they like anything free, especially if it's food of course. Alex then takes advantage of their good will by starting a loud USA chant!
Gravedigger: Why would you eat anything this madman is carrying around in that bag?
Alex Richards: It's almost election time America and that means it's time for a change! But republican, democratt, that's not a change! Strange is Change! I will be the next United States champion and neither Caliban, Raymond Hatcher, or David Sanchez are going to be able to do anything about it! America... FUCK YEAH! South Park is going to sue me... What the hell for old times sake... YOLO ADRIAN! UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! I GOT IT! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Dangerous plays again as Alex Richards walks to the back to cheers, USA, and Strange Is Change chants.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Say what you will about Alex Richards but you can't say the man isn't ready for his number one contender's match for the United States Title later tonight.
Revenge fades to a promo for Hellimination.
DEREK MORENO vs LOS TIBURONES
The lights go low and a shimmering-water like projection is cast upon the stage. The first notes of the “Jaws Theme” begin as the Titantron lights up with grainy, black and white footage of a shark swimming towards a panicked swimmer. The theme continues to speed and build, the shark getting closer as the swimmer’s face turns to a look of horror! Just as the beast is about to take the hapless man in his jaws, the music crescendos, the lights go out, and “Hot One” by Shudder to Think hits the P.A.
Zach Davis: Oh great, this fucking guy!
Gravedigger: Quiet you! This man is a breath of fresh air!
Freddy Whoa: I’ll be honest I’m looking forward to seeing what he can deliver in the ring this week without his merry band of douchebags.
The curtain bursts open as the 6’1 form of Los Tiburones strides out, a flowing crushed blue velvet cape with faux-ermine lining and emblazoned with sea shells and fake sapphires.
Zach Davis: Los Tiburones now, making his way to the ring, he doesn’t have that usual swagger of confidence with him tonight given that his buddies are banned from ringside.
Freddy Whoa: Not just that Zach, he’s being forced to compete in this match!
The Titantron video is filled with Windows 95-esque graphics of rolling waves, palm trees, and dolphins with the flashing clip-art words “LOS TIBURONES” and several poor quality gifs of sharks atop marble columns flanking the words.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from La Jolla, California, weighing in at 235 lbs…. Los! Tiburones!
Getting his king walk on, Los Tiburones swaggers down to the ring. Occasionally stops to pretend to slap the hand of a fan but pulls that whole idiot “SIKE” slick-hair-back thing. The exception lies in female fans: he gladly stops to take selfies with them. Perhaps too many, dragging his entrance on. Upon finally reaching the ring, he removes the cape and mantle, sliding in and running straight to the ring post.
Gravedigger: It’s a travesty that all of these stipulations have been put in place tonight, all the guy done was weed out a weak link.
After pulling himself up, he tosses his arms in the air to a hail of boos, his nose in the air and an undoubted smug smirk on his lips hidden by the mask. He gives the crowd the finger then dismounts, chortling to himself as he leans back in his corner.
Freddy Whoa: A weak link? That swarm of idiots took a promising young talent in Mitch Morales and put him out of this company for god only knows how long.
"We will not take this anymore.
"These words will never be ignored.
"You want a battle?
"HERE'S A WAR!"
Gravedigger: … Oh great, this fucking guy! See it’s not nice is it?
Zach Davis: Point well made.
Freddy Whoa: Derek Moreno about to make his way to the ring now, and you can only imagine what’s been going through his mind this last week.
As the opening of "You Want A Battle" hits, Derek Moreno comes rushing out from the backstage area, and stops right in the middle of the entrance ramp, smiling and acknowledging the crowd by pointing out toward them and nodding, a wide grin emerging over his lips. As he stops pointing, he begins to walk down the ramp, clapping the hands of the fans as he passes by them, as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he bounds up onto the apron, and then does the same over the ring ropes.
Zach Davis: He looks enraged, this young man hasn’t taken his eyes off Jared since he came out from the curtain. I can see this match going from bad to ugly in a hurry.
Gravedigger: To answer your earlier question Freddy, I don’t know what’s been going through Moreno’s mind but I can guarantee you it’s more than has been going through Mitch’s. That kid’s gotta be braindead.
Moreno then begins to step toward the middle of the ring, nodding to himself as he clasps down onto his black t-shirt and takes it off, before placing it over in the top right corner of the ring, he does the same to the golden chain hanging around his neck, kissing it before leaving it there.
Freddy Whoa: Real funny ‘digger. Next you’ll be mocking Howard Black’s broken arm!
Derek Moreno's music begins to fade out, leaving the cheers of the fans to reverberate through the arena, Moreno stops facing the turnbuckle corner, and begins hopping lightly on his feet, performing a few tuck-jumps here and there as he gets ready for the match ahead.
Zach Davis: Moreno positively foaming at the mouth at the thought of getting his hands on Tiburones.
The match bursts into life as soon as the bell tolls, with Moreno charging towards Tiburones, only to find himself being pulled back by the referee seconds later as the wise-cracking Californian entangles himself in the ropes, grabbing onto them for dear life as Moreno repeatedly drives sort-handed fists into his ribs. He gives Derek the finger and the faint outline of a cocky smile can be seen from under his mask as he watches his opponent being admonished for aggressive behaviour before beginning to circle the ring again. Moreno charges forwards again but this time instead of going for the ropes, Tiburones slides completely out of the ring under the bottom rope and begins stretching out his legs on the outside as the referee prevents Moreno from following him.
Gravedigger: An excellent strategy being applied by Jared here, he’s trying to rent a space in Derek’s head with a greater floor-space than he’s already occupying.
Zach Davis: You can call it strategy all you like ‘digger. To the rest of the world that are willing to call a spade a spade, it’s just cowardice.
Tired of Jared’s games already, Moreno avoids the referee and rolls out the other side of the ring, as he dodges around the ring-post however to get to the side that Tiburones occupies he finds himself brought to the floor by a crash and a sharp pain in his legs as the ring steps halt his path, Tiburones having dropkicked them from the other side. With his opponent now grounded, Jared turns aggressive, picking him up to his feet and smashing his head against the same set of steel steps before charging him back against the lip of the commentary table.
Freddy Whoa: Surprise, surprise. Tiburones still finding a way to take a shortcut even with his buddies banned from ringside
Zach Davis: Notice that the minute he managed to halt Moreno’s momentum he’s all over his opponent like white on rice.
Gravedigger: What did I tell you? Strategy. Take note kids, you might learn something.
The referee’s count reaches three as Moreno becomes the recipient of some questionably placed mid-section shots from Tiburones before he is dragged again, this time finding his face smashed into the apron. It is as though a moment of clarity comes over Jared next as he looks at the dazed Moreno and then the arena’s floor before hoisting him onto the apron and setting him up in the same way he had Mitch Morales the previous week. He hears the crowd’s disdain and flips them the bird before drawing the same finger across his throat.
Freddy Whoa: He’s looking to end Derek Moreno’s career here in the same way he did Morales’ last week! Somebody has to stop this, come on kid! Fight out of it!
Zach Davis: If he hits the Dolphin Driver here this could be the end of another young prospect’s livelihood before it even gets started!
Crowd: Fuck you #BeachKrew! Fuck you #BeachKrew! Fuck you #BeachKrew!
Just as Tiburones attempts to complete the flipping piledriver Moreno grabs a tight hold on the ropes causing Jared to flip his own body without shifting Derek’s weight, causing him to crash hard, spine-first across the apron and crumble onto the ringside matting, screaming in agony as he clutches at his back. Wasting little time, Moreno seizes the opportunity, springing off the middle rope and contorting his body both upside-down and inside out, resulting in him landing hard across Los Tiburones chest with a beautiful corkscrew asai moonsault.
Gravedigger: Dammit, that was unfortunate! Even I can admit though, that was one hell of a move.
Freddy Whoa: I’ve never seen anything like that before!
Zach Davis: Derek Moreno there, narrowly avoiding certain doom and able to showcase exactly what brought him to the dance!
Moreno clutches at his own back for only a second as Tiburones writhes, winded before being rolled back under the bottom rope, followed by the Redeemed One himself, in order to break the referees count. Once back in the ring, Moreno quickly mounts his opponent for a pin but is quickly brushed aside before the referee can even get onto his knees, given the time that has passed between connection and the cover. Taking out his frustration he mounts Tiburones and lands several punches to the masked man’s jaw as he tries to cover up before the referee can separate the pair once more.
Zach Davis: We’re seeing a new, aggressive side of Moreno tonight.
Freddy Whoa: You can’t really blame him after what #BeachKrew have put him and his partner through over the last month!
Gravedigger: He’s just salty, and he’s playing right into Jared’s hands.
As both men get back to their feet Moreno charges, slamming his opponent to the mat with a running enziguri and quickly hoists him back up to his feet before planting him into the canvas again with a standing bicycle kick, his boot glancing Jared’s jaw but not catching the full impact he was looking for. Rather than go for the cover, he picks up Tiburones again, this time hooking him in a suplex position and hoisting him overhead. Jared is able to swipe his hand across the Redeemed one’s face though and rake at his eyes this time, breaking free of the move and quickly rolling him up with a small package, hooking the tights as he does so.
Freddy Whoa: Two count! Moreno just able to clamber out of that illegal pin!
Gravedigger: Illegal is such a strong word! I prefer the term unorthodox!
As Moreno kicks out Tiburones quickly runs off the ropes, picking up momentum and dashing back with a running kick to his opponents ribs. He stops only for a second to bask in the crowd’s disapproval before driving a vicious spinning kick into the side of his sitting opponent’s head. The crowd continues to boo him as he pulls Moreno back up to his feet, only to be grabbed and this time successfully lifted into suplex position before being driven head-first into the canvas with a brainbuster and wasting little time in rolling into the pin.
Kickout! Tiburones is just able to roll his shoulder off the canvas, but clutches at his cranium now as he does so, feeling the build-up of blood throbbing against his temples. Moreno pounds the side of his fist against the canvas before springing backup to his feet and pulling his nemesis up with him by the fabric of his mask. He quickly launches Jared into the corner with an Irish whip and soon follows him, sprinting at Tiburones only to be caught short as the masked man rebounds out of the corner and sweeps his opponents legs, causing Derek’s face to bounce of the middle turnbuckle on his way down.
With Moreno grounded, Tiburones is quick to seize the advantage, pressing his boot across Moreno’s throat in the corner and utilizing the referee’s full count of five before breaking the choke. Backing off so that the referee can check on Moreno, Jared moves across to the opposite turnbuckle and waits patiently for his opponent to get back up to a vertical base. Picking his moment he rushes across the diagonal length of the ring and connects with Phoenix splash in the corner, causing Moreno to crumble to the canvas as he stands arrogantly over his fallen foe.
Gravedigger: Sharknado Splash! Hashtag Trademark, Bitches.
Zach Davis: There was a hell of an impact behind that move, he needs to stop bragging and go for the cover!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Wait a minute guys I think he’s got something else in mind here.
As the referee drops down to the mat to check on the Redeemed One, Jared begins to fumble by his back with the corner, untying the tag-rope and removing the top turnbuckle padding, tossing it out into the first row of the crowd. A man in the front row snatches it out of mid-air and tries to shout for the referee but finds that his alerts are ultimately drowned out by the vast majority of the arena’s involvement in another kind of chant.
Crowd: Fuck you Jared! You can’t wrestle! Fuck you Jared! You can’t wrestle!
Gravedigger: This crowd needs to learn that their opinions are invalid!
Zach Davis: Moreno starting to get to his feet now, but after what we’ve just seen maybe that’s not the best place for him.
Freddy Whoa: Los Tiburones is just full of cheap tactics tonight, I don’t think he’s hit a clean wrestling manoeuvre yet!
Covering the exposed turnbuckle from the referee with his back, Tiburones patiently waits a few moments until the seemingly groggy Moreno is back to his feet. With his opponent where he wants him now though he lunges forward, looking for his trademark superkick to the stomach known only as the cliché kick. At the last second though Moreno is able to side-step the move before driving his own version of the same kick directly into Jared’s jaw.
Freddy Whoa: Quick Shot!!!
Gravedigger: Oh! The irony!
Zach Davis: Moreno looks dazed but he’s managed to get himself into a pinning position.
Los Tiburones kicks out at the very last second, much to Derek’s frustration. Wasting no motion though he quickly pulls Jared to his feet and rushes towards the ropes. He rebounds at full speed, only to collide with the referee who the masked man quickly re-positions into the line of fire, stunning competitor and official alike. The referee hits the canvas, vision obscured as Tiburones lifts Moreno up and drops him face first onto the exposed steel of the missing turnbuckle, seemingly unfortunately though the impact and recoil sends Derek tumbling through the middle rope and onto his knees at ringside.
Freddy Whoa: What a surprise! Another dirty trick!
Gravedigger: Cry me a river Freddy!
Zach Davis: Wait! What? Who’s that?
Freddy Whoa: It’s Kyle Kemp! What the hell is he doing here?
Just as the commentators have called, Kyle Kemp is seen running down the ramp, straight for the ring to a vast array of boos and jeers which only get louder as he drives the front of his boot straight into the kneeling Derek Moreno’s face with a brutal punt kick!
Gravedigger: Back to the minors for you kid!
Zach Davis: What the hell have we just seen?!
Freddy Whoa: Disqualify this man! Do something dammit!
Kyle stops for a second and wipes a wad of Derek Moreno’s Saliva off of his boot before rolling the limp and lifeless Redeemed One under the bottom rope and hiding beneath the edge of the apron as the referee begins to stir and Jared rolls his body atop Moreno and hooks the outside leg.
Even with the referees slow, dazed count, Derek is knocked almost unconscious by the combination of the unforgiving steel and the force of Kemp’s finishing boot to the skull. Kyle rolls into the ring and helps Jared up to his feet where the two share a man-hug and tower over the fallen body of Moreno as Kyle Steel makes the closing announcement.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by pinfall, Losssss…. Tiburonessssss.
Crowd: #BeachKrew Sucks! #BeachKrew Sucks! #BeachKrew Sucks!
Freddy Whoa: This is an outrage! What have we just seen?
Gravedigger: A work of utter genius Freddy, they only banned #BeachKrew from this contest, they said nothing about Kyle Kemp!
Zach Davis: Boo! These guys just can’t seem to get through a single match without cheating.
Gravedigger: Well get ready to keep your hate flowing...Kyle Kemp versus Spencer Adams is up next!
Freddy Whoa: What? We have to see more of this guy?!
Zach Davis: Apparently!
WCF PEOPLE'S TITLE MATCH
SPENCER ADAMS vs KYLE KEMP
SPENCER ADAMS vs KYLE KEMP
Los Tiburones exits the ring as Kyle Kemp stays in the ring, waiting for Spencer Adams.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the people’s championship!
The opening riff to Supremacy by Muse hits the PA as strobe lights flicker and a blue smoke fills the stage. As the song picks up, Spencer steps onto the stage and lifts his championship high into the air as the crowd cheers.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 190 pounds, he is your people’s champion, Spencer Adams!!!
Zach Davis: We are in front of one of the best crowds in the world and these people are screaming their heads off for the champ!
Gravedigger: The champ? You mean the same guy that ZMAC cooter booted last week on Slam? Spencer Adams is a jobber and him huffing and puffing and painting his face up doesn’t impress me in the least bit.
Zach Davis: You can look at it that way, but ZMAC threw that match away. Spencer Adams absolutely did not back down last week and showed the kind of aggression that a champion is made of!
Spencer makes his way down the ramp, jumping up onto different spots on the barricade and high fiving fans before charging into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He pats the belt on his shoulder and lifts it up for the fans again before leaping down and staring over at Kyle Kemp.
Freddy Whoa: It’s time! Judging from the history these two have, I smell a classic!
DING DING DING!
A smug smile comes across Kemps face as he observes his opponent. The two step towards each other as Kemp laughs and pushes Spencer back towards the corner. The champion tilts his head a bit before charging at his challenger.
Zach Davis: Lou Thesz Press and Spencer Adams is laying into Kemp with some strong right hands!
Spencer stands up, pulling Kemp up with him.
Freddy Whoa: Irish whipping Kemp into the corner now!
Adams steps to the opposite corner, leaning his head back and shouting to the crowd.
Spencer: Let’s fuckin’ go!
Gravedigger: Oh wow, the energetic good guy shouting some generic shit. What a surprise!
Zach Davis: Running clothesline to Kyle Kemp! Spencer looks pretty fired up here tonight!
Freddy Whoa: He goes for another one!
Spencer runs in for a second clothesline, but is met by a boot to the gut from Kemp.
Gravedigger: Smart reversal there from your next champion!
Kemp grabs Spencer around the midsection as he begins to deliver some hard knees to the midsection.
Gravedigger: See, now that’s smart strategy! Kyle Kemp is looking to take a bit of that energy away from this pretender and those knees are a good way to get the job done!
Zach Davis: Kemp lifts him up!
Gravedigger: Beautiful gutwrench suplex by Kyle Kemp and the cover!
Freddy Whoa: I think it’s gonna take a lot more than that to put the champ away!
Zach Davis: I’m sure Kemp is also keeping the fact that Spencer is a bit banged up in mind after McMorris hit him with that wrench last week!
Gravedigger: Allegedly, Zach! There’s no proof!
Kemp moves Spencer to a sitting position and applies a headlock.
Freddy Whoa: Some hard, clubbing forearms across the chest!
Zach Davis: Spencer trying to wiggle free despite the strong offense from Kemp!
Spencer throws left elbows at Kemp, trying to break free.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp staggers back into the ropes!
Gravedigger: Kemp going right back after him!
Zach Davis: Arm drag by Spencer!
Freddy Whoa: And another one!
Zach Davis: And a dropkick for good measure!
Freddy Whoa: Quick cover by Spencer this time!
Spencer drops down, locking Kemps head under his arm.
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams with the dragon sleeper!
Kemp extends his arms out to the side, struggling to break the hold. He presses off the mat with his legs and attempts to stand up and break free.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp trying to get out of it, but Adams is keeping it locked in deep!
Zach Davis: Adams lifting him up for the inverted suplex!
Gravedigger: Kemp landing on his feet!
Before Spencer has the chance to turn around, Kemp steps into him, locking his arms around his waist.
Gravedigger: German suplex! Dropped right on his head! Just like Betty did twenty some years ago! Now that’s a reversal right there!
Kemp keeps his arms locked and goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer hanging in there after a pretty hard suplex!
Gravedigger: Eh, he got lucky.
Kemp pushes Spencer away as he makes his way to one of the corners and climbs to the top. He begins to point and laugh at the fans as they boo heavily.
Kemp: I’m so much better than all of you!
Zach Davis: Kemp better watch out, because it looks like Adams is recovering!
Freddy Whoa: He leaps up!
Zach Davis: Reverse hurricanrana off the top!
Freddy Whoa: That’ll knock you down a peg!
Spencer claims the spot atop the turnbuckle as he looks out towards the crowd and points down at Kemp.
Crowd: Spencer’s bitch! Spencer’s bitch! Spencer’s bitch! Spencer’s bitch!
Gravedigger: Kemp charging at Spencer now!
Zach Davis: Elbow to the face from Adams!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp wobbled a bit!
Zach Davis: Moonsault from Spencer onto a standing Kyle Kemp!
Freddy Whoa: And the cover!
Zach Davis: Spencer runs off the ropes!
Freddy Whoa: Running senton and another cover!
Zach Davis: Spencer gets back up.
Gravedigger: Kemp rolls him up from behind!
Freddy Whoa: Both men getting back to their feet now.
The two get to their feet and begin trading blows.
Gravedigger: Look at this chump! He hits like his mom!
Zach Davis: Is that all you’re gonna do? Just blast the kid and talk about his mom?
Gravedigger: What do you think they pay me for, Zach?!
Spencer irish whips Kemp into the corner and runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp moves out of the way!
Gravedigger: Some strong shoulders to the midsection by Kemp!
Kemp props Spencer up on the top turnbuckle, getting him in position for a superplex. Spencer begins throwing strikes back to prevent it and manages to get Kemp away from him.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp looks a bit dazed here.
Spencer tries to move to a standing position.
Gravedigger: Kemp lunges right after him with a strong european uppercut!
Adams sinks back down on the turnbuckle as Kemp leaps back up and secures him once again.
Freddy Whoa: Big superplex by Kemp!
Gravedigger: And another cover!
Zach Davis: Spencer just barely getting that shoulder up!
Kemp pounds the mat in frustration before standing back up and heading for the turnbuckle again.
Gravedigger: He’s heading back up and I think he may be looking to take flight!
Spencer struggles to get to his feet as Kemp taunts and motions for him.
Gravedigger: Kemp is about to take off and could be looking for that flying crossbody!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer is wobbling!
Gravedigger: Kemp goes flying!
Zach Davis: Super Duper Kick! That new signature superkick from Spencer Adams! He just knocked Kemp’s head off!
Gravedigger: Wow...another person using a superkick..
Freddy Whoa: Spencer falls back on top of him!
Zach Davis: Kemp showing a lot of fight here tonight!
Both men crawl towards the ropes, using them for support. Spencer recovers first and goes after Kemp.
Gravedigger: And Kemp catches him with show off, that signature flap jack on the ropes sending Spencer back!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp grabbing him on the rebound!
Zach Davis: Belly to belly!
Gravedigger: He still has the arms locked and it looks like he’s going for another one!
Freddy Whoa: He drops him again and that’s two!
Zach Davis: One more perhaps?
Gravedigger: Three straight suplexes and Kemp has the momentum on his side!
Kemp grabs ahold of the top rope and uses his foot to push Spencer’s body to the outside of the ring. He drops down and rolls out as well, delivering a couple strikes to his downed rival as the referee begins to count.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp grabbing hold of Spencer.
Gravedigger: And he throws him right into that barricade!
Zach Davis: Spencer leaned against the barricade now.
Gravedigger: Kemp going after Adams!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer moves out of the way just in time as Kemp flings himself right into that barricade!
Zach Davis: Spencer slides in and out of the ring and back in to break the count.
Freddy Whoa: That look in the eyes of Spencer Adams! What’s he thinking here?!
Spencer looks at the crowd and back at Kemp as he bounces off the ropes.
Zach Davis: Adams is about to take flight!
Freddy Whoa: Somersault plancha!
Spencer pops back up as he grabs Kemp and rolls him back into the ring.
Zach Davis: Spencer could’ve let the count out happen, but he wants to try to put Kemp away inside the ring.
Gravedigger: Does he think that’s gonna make people like him? What a schmuck!
Spencer crouches a bit, waiting for Kemp to stand up for the finish.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer looking for a vaccine here!
Zach Davis: He lifts him up!
Kemp wiggles free, shoving Adams back into the corner.
Gravedigger: Kemp going for the back suplex!
Zach Davis: But Spencer Adams flips back and lands on his feet!
Freddy Whoa: Picking Kemp up again!
Gravedigger: Kemp drops back again!
Zach Davis: Knee to the gut sending Spencer to his knees!
Gravedigger: Kemp sizing up here!
Freddy Whoa: Back to the minors! Kemp hits it and that may be all she wrote!
Gravedigger: Kemp did it! Kyle Kemp is the new people’s champion and a damn good one at that!
The bell sounds as better than you by Sam Adams hits the PA again. Spencer slowly rolls away, falling to the outside. The ref goes to hand Kemp the title, but he quickly snatches it away from him. He motions for a mic and raises it to his mouth.
Kyle Kemp: I’m so much better! Look at this belt! All of you look at it! I am better than Spencer Adams!
He rolls out of the ring and reaches under the apron, quickly retrieving a ladder from underneath it. He sets it up directly against the barricade and makes his way to the top, continuing to speak and lifting the title up as he towers over the audience.
Kyle Kemp: Not only am I better than Spencer Adams, but I’m better than all of you!
Kemp descends the ladder and makes his way towards the back, laughing and gripping at the gold. Revenge goes to a promo for "The Hot Dog Man Cometh" starring Logan, coming out next fall.
Legion is walking backstage following his match with Dustin Beaver. The arena staff wisely steer clear of the sinister swine herder. He rounds a corner and stops. Whatever is blocking his path has left him bemused.
Legion: Finally, a star whose costume is in good taste.
The camera pans over, showing the viewer a six foot tall smiling frankfurter.
Hot Dog Mascot (in one of those creepy mechanically masked voices): Icsay Empersay Yrannistay!!!
HDM takes his mustard bottle and sprays it into Legion’s eyes. It clearly isn’t Grey Poupon the big man gets hit with, as it’s an aerosol, and causes him to clutch his face and roar in agony.
Freddy Whoa: Ha, sometimes playing with your food can explode in your face.
Dropping the condiment, HDM reaches into his bun and produces a short, metal rod. A flick of the wrist and it extends to a truncheon. ‘Scot swings to strike Legion, but it’s a mere tap on the shoulder. Listing to the right the processed pork sandwich lands another ineffectual strike. Legion blindly swats at the weapon, knocking it away.
Hot Dog Mascot pivots and lumbers off camera. There is a loud BANG! and the sound of a swinging door.
Legion: No siree, you fucking weiner, you're not getting away that easy.
Legion, still wiping at his eyes, moves in the direction of the noise. He stumbles into the public restroom. Out of frame we hear more thumps and thuds. Just as Legion recovers his sight the shot switches to see what he is looking at: the Hot Dog Mascot costume crumpled on the floor in front of an open stall. Above the toilet is an open ventilation grate. Legion kicks aside the costume and steps on the privy’s seat to try and give chase, but quickly realizes the vent is too small for him. Slamming his fist into the stall door, Legion snatches up the Hot Dog Costume on his way, gripping it tightly in his big hands as the door swings shut behind him.
Zach Davis: Seems Legion wasn't able to ketchup with is costumed assailant. What could Logan's masked friend, of all people, have to do with the--
Gravedigger: Hold up, hold up . . . did you just say ketchup?
Zach Davis: ...maybe
Freddy Whoa: Man, your daddy should've wore a condiment, spared us the trouble of that terrible joke.
Thankfully, the scene ends after that equally bad pun and Revenge goes to a promo for the WCF Network.
JEFF PURSE/ALEX RICHARDS vs JACKSON WHITE/ULTIMATE DESTROYER
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a tag-team match!
"Mysterious Pantheon Theme" begins to play, then transitions into a dubstep remix. Flickering spotlights strobe across the crowd and four green spotlights converge on the entryway, just as Jeff Purse and Jay Omega take center stage.
Kyle Steel: Now making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred, forty-one pounds... The Future, Jeff Purse... The Omega Man, Jay Omega... TEAM PANTHEON!!!
Purse and Omega make their way down the ramp, Jay glad-handing with the crowd, Jeff smiling and waving but refusing to actually touch anyone. At ringside Omega hops up onto the apron, then vaults over the top rope, while Purse climbs the stairs and enters more traditionally. Standing side by side, Jeff throws up his right hand, Jay throws up his left, and green pyro explodes from all four corners. Purse removes his trademark aviator shades and tosses them into the crowd, then he and Omega retreat to their corner to await the opening bell.
Zach Davis: Listen to the ovation ladies and gentlemen! Everybody is happy to watch Jeff Purse fight again!
Freddy Whoa: And don’t forget about a great wrestler making his return too! Jay Omega is a former United States and Hardcore Champion and I am sure everyone is excited to see what he’ll bring tonight.
Neuroma by Fuse starts to play and Jackson White walks slowly to the ring with the hoody on his head. He brings a Portuguese flag on his back. He keeps his head down with the hoodie covering his eyes until he enters the ring. Then he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring stretching both of his arms looking up and some red and green pyrotechnics blasts from the corner. "The Fenix" raises the portuguese flag, kisses it and puts it near the ring's corner.
Kyle Steel: Their opponents, first, from Oporto, Portugal, currently living in New York City, New York, weighing in at 247 pounds… JAAAACKSOOOOOON “THE FENIX” WHIIIITEEEEEEEEE!!!
Gravedigger: After a tremendous performance at Ultimate Ninth Battle Royal and an important win at Slam’s main-event Jackson lot two matches in a row. He really needs a win tonight.
Ultimate Destroyer comes down to air raid/police sirens jumping up the ring and bounces around, quickly punching Jay Omega and then Jeff Purse. The referee orders Destroyer to stop it, since the match hasn’t officially begun.
Zach Davis: It looks like Ultimate Destroyer wants to end things early!
Jackson White and Jeff Purse are on the ring while Jay Omega and Ultimate Destroyer start at their respective corners.
DING DING DING!
“The Fenix” and Purse start the Lock-up and Purse gains the advantage by starting a Headlock on White. Jackson reverses it and pushes Purse to the ropes, hitting a strong Clothesline. He leaves the ring and apparently is looking for a weapon under the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is Jackson White doing? He is going to be disqualified!
Jackson pulls out a chair and leaves it outside the ring. Jeff Purse gets up and looks at it, horrified.
Gravedigger: Remember Jeff Purse has OCD! He wants to put that chair under the ring and to put the ring’s cloth back to his place! Jackson left it messy!
Purse leaves the ring and Jackson punches him really hard on his head. He puts him inside the ring again and hits a few Knife Edge Chops on his chest applying a Big Boot afterwards.
Zach Davis: Intelligent start by Jackson White! He covers Jeff!
Purse lifts his shoulder. Jackson gets him up and Purse gets his legs on White’s shoulders, hitting a Hurricanrana.
Freddy Whoa: Jeff leaves the ring and puts the chair under the ring and puts the cloth back to its place.
Jackson takes advantage of that and leaves the ring hitting a strong kick on Purse’s belly. He puts him in the ring again and lifts him performing a Fisherman Suplex.
Gravedigger: Jackson makes the tag and here comes Ultimate Destroyer!
Destroyer lifts Purse trying to apply a Powerbomb but Jeff reverses it and hits an Enzuigiri! He covers Destroyer…
Ultimate Destroyer kicks out! Purse starts an Ankle Lock! Destroyer screams in pain trying to reach the ropes but he can’t! Jeff drags him to the center of the ring to make sure he doesn’t escape but Jackson White enters the ring punching Purse in the head.
Zach Davis: White breaks the maneuver but Omega enters the ring too and hits a strong Superkick on Fenix!
Freddy Whoa: Now Pantheon’s team lift Ultimate Destroyer… Double Suplex! Beautiful!
Jay Omega returns to his corner and Purse covers Destroyer.
He lifts his shoulder! Jeff grabs Destroyer and tags with Omega. He climbs to the turnbuckle as Jeff Purse hits a strong Neckbreaker on Destroyer, putting him down. Omega jumps…
Gravedigger: Shooting Star Press on Ultimate Destroyer! Nice combo! Cover!
Ultimate Destroyer kicks out! Omega gets him up… Gutwrench Powerbomb! And another tag with Jeff Purse.
Zach Davis: They push Ultimate Destroyer against the ropes… DOUBLE SPINNING HEEL KICK!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Freddy Whoa: Listen to this crowd! They are loving to watch Omega and Purse fighting!
Purse gets Destroyer up and pushes him against the corner. He tags with Omega again and he runs towards Destroyer performing a strong Corner Clothesline. Jackson hits Destroyer’s back, making the tag.
Gravedigger: Uh-Oh! Omega didn’t notice Jackson is the legal man!
Omega stomps Destroyer as the referee tries to tell him White is the legal man now. Jackson appears from behind and hits some strong punches on Jay. He pushes him against the ropes… Back Body Drop!
Zach Davis: Omega gets up fast… Big Boot by Jackson! Jay is knocked out.
Jackson runs towards Purse and hits a strong Clothesline, making him fall to outside the ring. He goes near Omega… ROLL-UP BY JAY!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Jackson kicks out! I thought this was over!
Gravedigger: That roll-up surprised everyone including Jackson. Smart move by Jay!
Jackson gets up and starts to stomp Omega but he hits a few kicks on Jackson and hits a Shotei palm strike.
Zach Davis: And he hits a second one! A quick third now, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! Oh god… Jackson is hurt.
Jackson falls to the ground and Omega doesn’t give him time to rest. He gets him up and applies a beautiful Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Cover!
Fenix kicks out! Omega gets him up and throws him against the corner. He runs… Stinger Splash! Omega drags him to the center of the ring and covers him again!
Jackson lifts his shoulder! Omega gets Jackson up and throws him against the corner. Ultimate Destroyer enters the ring and hits a few strong punches on Omega. The referee gets distracted and tells him to go back to the ring, and Jackson takes advantage of that hitting a Low Blow on Jay.
Freddy Whoa: Oh no! Jackson plays dirty and hurts Omega!
Gravedigger: That was a smart move by “The Fenix” he now has some time to breathe and he can take control of the match.
Jackson gets Omega up and hits some quick jabs on his face and then a huge elbow strike on Omega’s chin. He pushes him against the corner and climbs it with Jay.
Zach Davis: Jackson lifts Omega… SUPERPLEX! He covers him!
Jay lifts his shoulder! Jackson tags with Ultimate Destroyer and he enters the ring, quickly lifting Omega.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Brutal Chokeslam by Destroyer! Another cover!
Omega kicks out! Destroyer stomps Omega a few times but he manages to get up and runs to the ropes. Rolling Wheel Kick on Ultimate Destroyer! He pushes Destroyer against the corner… LOCKDOWN!
Gravedigger: This is what Omega needed to make the tag with Purse! Wait, where’s Jeff?
Omega crawls to the corner but Jeff Purse is outside the ring making sure the bell is in a correct position. Omega gets up but Destroyer is up too and puts Omega on his shoulders applying a strong Powerbomb. He tags with Jackson White and he quickly stomps Omega. He gets him up, lifts him…
Zach Davis: PORTUGUESE SUPLEX! He hits a Toe Kick… THE DESTROYER! COVER!
Freddy Whoa: NOOOO! JEFF PURSE STOMPS FENIX AND STOPS THE COUNTING!
Gravedigger: And now the referee is telling him to go back to his corner…
Jackson takes advantage of the referee being distracted and rakes Omega’s eyes. He goes to the turnbuckle and takes the protection off. He grabs Omega’s arm…
Zach Davis: OH GOD! OMEGA’S HEAD GOES AGAINST THE UNPROTECTED CORNER! Jackson covers him!
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOAAA! HOW THE HELL DID OMEGA LIFT HIS SHOULDER!
Jackson continues the assault and punches Omega furiously. He then gets him up and hits a Russian Legsweep. Jackson gets Omega up and punches him once, but Jay reverses the second punch and punches him.
Gravedigger: Omega hits Jackson on his belly… Snap Suplex! Jackson is down! Omega crawls to the corner to make the tag with Purse! Oh god… Jeff is making sure the corner protection is back to his place.
Zach Davis: Jackson is up again and drags Omega to the center of the ring and mounts him, hitting lots of punches.
Jackson gets Omega up and lifts him, hitting a strong Sit-Out Spinebuster. He tags with Ultimate Destroyer. He enters the ring and grabs Jay’s neck hitting a Neck Hang Atomic Drop. After that he gets him up, pushes him against the ropes… Omega dodges Destroyer’s Clothesline and tags with Purse!
Freddy Whoa: The crowd goes crazy! Jeff with some strong punches on Destroyer!
Purse now climbs the corner and hits a Flying Dropkick on Destroyer. He gets up slowly and Purse quickly goes to the turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: TAKING OFF THE TRAINING WHEELS OUT OF NOWHERE!
Purse with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: And Jay Omega and Jeff Purse win the match!
Jackson White is livid at ringside and he grabs a chair. He slides into the ring, chair in hand, and Omega and Purse run for safety. Jackson begins slamming the chair onto the mat as Purse and Omega back up the ramp looking annoyed at their celebration being cut short. Jackson is given a microphone.
Jackson: This is unbelievable. How haven’t I won this match? I’m so sick of these older wrestlers wanting to return when their time is up. WCF is no place for old wrestlers. It needs fresh blood like me. I am the future of this company and I can’t wait for the moment people recognize it. Yes, I may have lost the match but this lost didn’t mean anything.
Crowd: Jackson sucks! Jackson sucks! Jackson sucks! Jackson sucks!
Jackson: Shut up! Do you know who suck? The entire WCF locker room. They are just a bunch of cowards and posers. I am the only one who has real passion for this sport. I am the only one who is on WCF because of hard-work.
The crowd boos Jackson heavily.
Jackson: I don’t care that you hate me! I only care about finding truth and justice. And do you know what’s fair to me? Titles. I want to hold gold on this company. Nobody deserves to be a champion more than me. I defeated Gemini Battle at Blast, I defeated former Hardcore Champion Marc Mayhem and I defeated WCF Legends at XIII. Do you know what it means? I am able of destroying a WCF wrestler whenever I want, wherever I want. And nobody can…
Jackson is interrupted by Logan’s theme song. The entire arena goes nuts as Logan quickly makes his way to the ring and slides in quickly hitting some hard punches on Jackson. He then gets him up and pushes him against the ropes.
Zach Davis: WOW! IMPACT STYLE! THIS PLACE IS ON FIRE! LOGAN HAS JUST RETURNED
Freddy Whoa: And now Logan starts a Sleeper Hold… THE CONNECTOR! THE CROWD IS GIVING HIM A STRONG OVATION!
Gravedigger: Jackson rolls out of the ring!
Jackson continues to scramble and back pedal his way up the ramp while Logan paces within the squared circle.
Zach Davis: Jackson has shown everyone his true colors tonight.
Gravedigger: And the crowd here didn't seem to like those colors.
After signaling for a microphone, Logan has one thrown to him by an outside official. The audience is estatic for his return yet they tone down the applause to hear him speak.
Logan: Been roaming the backstage halls looking for a certain someone... a certain Torture.
Audience pops to the mention of anyone wanting to hurt Torture.
Logan: But I'd probably have better luck finding Big Foot than that asshole. So, I grabbed a hotdog -
Logan: Looked at the television backstage. Watched a match. Had another hotdog.
Logan: I may've not found the majestic trashcan lid flapping Torture, but I did find another WCF creature... Big Mouth.
Jackson has stopped his retreat at the top of the ramp, staring at Logan. Logan stops pacing the ring, cocks his head and stares straight back at Jackson White locking eyes. The camera can't pick up what Jackson is saying but he's definitely mouthing trash to Logan.
Zach Davis: I get the feeling these two aren't going to get along.
After nodding his head, Logan throws the microphone over his shoulder, climbing the turnbuckle. Metallica "The Struggle Within" hits the speakers. Jackson White remains on the stage, him and Logan never breaking eye contact. Revenge goes to a promo for WCF Network.
BUDDY ROMAN SEGMENT
Live from Madison Square Garden, The Shape, Buddy Roman. Roman has his own dressing room due to his condition and complete defiance of his friends medical orders. It’ll take more than cancer to keep this Jew down. In his locker room, Buddy Roman sits in his wheel chair sipping at a cup of steaming hot tea. It comforts him and takes the edge off his nerves. He has a blanket on his lap to keep him warm and a “ Make WCF Great Again” Hat on his head. He is enjoying the peace and quiet when a knock comes at the door and a stage hand delivers a large envelop. Roman is silent but looks confused. He opens the envelop carefully, as to not tear its contents. When he takes out the paper and his eyes go wide. He cocks his head to the side as you can see his eyes shifting and reading the document and without thinking mouths the word “father” before gasping and covering his mouth. Revenge goes to another promo for WAR.
First Blood Match
OBLIVION vs DOUG MURDOCK
OBLIVION vs DOUG MURDOCK
Kyle Steel: THE FOLLOWING SCHEDULED MATCH IS A FIRST BLOOD MATCH!!! THE WINNER OF THE BOUT WILL BE DETERMINED ONCE HE SCORES A HIT ON HIS OPPONENT THAT DRAWS BLOOD!!! COMING TO THE RING FIRST...
The Idiots are Taking Over by NoFX begins to play, as the lights go out in the arena, and white strobelights activate, as the fans go nuts at the appearance of Doug Murdock onstage, as Vinnie Briggs comes in behind him, both moshing down the ramp. They both interact with the crowd, with Doug letting fans take selfies with him in the picture, before going down to the ring, pulling a beanie off of his head, revealing blue hair with an orange strip up the middle of his head.
Kyle Steel continues his introduction of Doug...
Kyle Steel: FIRST, FROM UPSTATE NEW YORK, AND WEIGHING IN AT 268 POUNDS!!! DOUG "THE MERCILESS THUG" MURDOCK!!!
Doug then hops on to the ring apron, before pulling himself over the ropes and into the ring. His manager opts to take his time getting to the ring, walking around to the announcer table, where he puts on headphones, and opts in for commentary, as Vinnie Briggs says...
Vinnie Briggs: The fuck's goin' on, fellas?
Vinnie Briggs: Fuck you, too! Ya old, miserable bass-turd!
Meanwhile Doug plays to the crowd, swinging a white towel over his head, whipping it about, before going to a corner, as he awaits his opponent.
It takes little time, as the house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed American Airlines Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play. 13 seconds later the high-hats come through. Seven seconds later the drums are blaring through.
Gravedigger: YES!! Old school Oblivion!! Here we go. This is gonna get nasty!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out wearing gray stone colored psuedo-armor. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
I flew beyond the sun before it was time
Burning all the gold that held me inside my shell
Waiting for you to pull me back in
I almost had the world in my sight
There are twelve HUGE muscular individuals on each side of the entrance ramp. They look like as if they were carved out of stone. They are wearing leather armor and they have their left arm across on their chests. They hold, at an angle a long metal spear, at their side. As Oblivion walks down the ramp, The "Monster Troop" roars out...
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Bright eyes fading
Faster than stars falling
How can I tell you that I've failed?
Tell you I failed
Freddy Whoa: Whooooooooaa.
Zach Davis: Exactly.
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion gives the camera an instant cold hard, but brief stare. Oblivion continues to walk down the ramp. until IT gets to the bottom, of the ramp. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm into the air. Lightning strike fill the American Airlines Arena. Thunder rolls.
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Gravedigger: Oblivion means business!!
Zach Davis: There's a different look in the eyes of The Monster.
Freddy Whoa: Doug Murdock may have opened Pandora's Box, as I haven't seen Oblivion this focused in quite some time on a particular opponent.
Gravedigger: God save us all!!
Zach Davis: When Oblivion gets creepy and demonic, there's no stopping The Monster... The God of Insanity!!
Vinnie Briggs: Yeah, whatever!!! Dougie's going to prove tonight, if that be the case, that even Gods fuckin' bleed!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder continues to rumble and mock lightning continues to flash. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Leaving you behind with me lonesome song
Now I'm lost in oblivion
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the screeching, but hypnotic sounds of the guitar comes through, the entire crowd seems to be in a trance and continues to sway along with the music, as some bounce their heads along with the music.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Leaving you behind with me lonesome song
Now I'm lost in oblivion, in oblivion, in oblivion
Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to be one epic battle
Zach Davis: A battle for the ages. Doug The Thug and Oblivion's teams have butted heads a few times, and now this match, the first singles match from both sides, to see if either faction can gain the upper hand on each other. Any thoughts, Digger?
Gravedigger: Oblivion for the win! Doug's proven he's more than just a pretty face, but this is Oblivion's match, all the way!
Vinnie Briggs: I agree that this is Oblivion's match to lose, and he'll do just that. Lose, that is...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, strong words from Thug Management all the way, as Oblivion climbs into the ring, and HE CHARGES THE THUG! HIM AND DOUG ARE STARTING TO SLUG IT OUT, ALREADY!!!
Zach Davis: Late bell, as the match is already starting, as the referee gets the hell out of the way, and both of these guys not giving an inch right now!!!
Gravedigger: Oh, and it looks like Oblivion is getting the better of the exchanges!
Vinnie Briggs: SON OF A BITCH!!!
Zach Davis: And Oblivion slings Doug into the ropes, and he runs the opposite direction...
Freddy Whoa: AND A TACKLE FROM OBLIVION LEVELS DOUG MURDOCK!
Gravedigger: PUT THIS STUPID ROOKIE IN HIS PLACE!
Oblivion picks Doug up, and hits an atomic drop on Doug, which causes Doug to stumble into the ropes. Oblivion grabs Doug, and forces him on his knees, as he plants a knee on the upper back of Doug, effectively choking Doug with the middle rope, as Oblivion starts to yank and tear at the scalp of Doug Murdock, screeching as he does this...
Vinnie Briggs: THAT DIRTY BASTARD!!!
Gravedigger: Whatever it takes to get First Blood, and Oblivion knows what it takes! He's competed in many a First Blood matches throughout his career here in the WCF!
Zach Davis: OOH! AND A LOW KICK FROM THE THUG THAT MAY HAVE JIGGLED OBLIVION'S REAL CHILDREN!
Vinnie Briggs: I'LL TAKE IT!
And so does Doug, who capitalizes from behind on Oblivion, scoring a Sambo suplex and a legdrop on Oblivion, before he mounts Oblivion and repeatedly slams his fist into the face of his adversary.
Vinnie Briggs: BEAT HIS HEAD IN, THUG!
Oblivion reaches up and pulls Doug inwards, halting the attacks from Doug's fist as a result. Oblivion rolls Doug easily, as he begins to pound away on Doug himself, as Gravedigger says...
Zach Davis: And a counter from Oblivion, as he seems to have picked up some MMA in anticipation of this slugfest, as he starts to pound away on The Thug!
Gravedigger: MAKE HIM UGLY, OBLIVION!!!
Doug manages to stop the onslaught, as he reaches up and grabs Oblivion by the face with a...
Vinnie Briggs: FACE CLAW, BITCH!!!
Oblivion, paralyzed by the maneuver, moves off of Doug, while Doug maintains the hold. Oblivion tries to jerk his head back, but you can see him visually wince through the mesh mask on Oblivion's face...
Freddy Whoa: And a shot to the face of Oblivion by The Thug!
Zach Davis: Oblivion fires one right back, and he grabs Doug AND HE'S BITING DOUG IN THE FACE!!!
Vinnie Briggs: CHEATING MOTHERFUCKER!!!
The referee forces a break, as Oblivion gets completely to his feet and points at Doug, who's still on the ground, nursing the bite attack to his face. Oblivion then runs the ropes, before nailing a Senton splash on Doug. Oblivion screeches again, before he reaches over, and starts to work on the face of Doug Murdock with his claws yet again.
Gravedigger: And Oblivion clawing into the face of Murdock! Is that Doug screaming, Vinnie?
Vinnie Briggs: Piss up a rope, you necrophiliac...
Doug puts an end to the clawing, as he manages to place his feet in the middle of Oblivion's chest, heaving him off of him across the ring. Oblivion gets to his feet, and finds Doug on his feet, before he takes Doug down with a running kneelift, before running the ropes and dropping another knee onto the face of the fallen Doug Murdock...
Freddy Whoa: These two must have the skins of rhinoceros', the pounding these two have given each other so soon!
Zach Davis: Well, it is a bit chilly in here. Maybe their blood is running cold like molasses.
Gravedigger: Oblivion's lifting Doug into double-underhooks... DIRTNAP ON MURDOCK!
Vinnie Briggs: HE STILL AIN'T BLEEDING!
Freddy Whoa: And Oblivion's getting upset! He's leaving the ring! What is he doing?
Gravedigger: YEAH! NOW ITS A FIRST BLOOD MATCH! WE GOT A CHAIR!!! TWO CHAIRS!
Zach Davis: Oh! And Doug gets a chair to the face!
Freddy Whoa: A LADDER! Oblivion's pulled a ladder out... WHOA!!!
Gravedigger: WHOA IS RIGHT! OBLIVION'S GOT A GARBAGE CAN FULL OF WEAPONS!!!
Vinnie Briggs: GODDAMMIT DOUGIE!!!
Zach Davis: AND ANOTHER BULLSEYE FROM OBLIVION TO THE THUG FROM OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
Freddy Whoa: That poor bastard! He got hit in the face how many times? Three times?
Gravedigger: And Oblivion slides a table into the ring! And here comes Oblivion...
Zach Davis: AND A SUICIDE DIVE FROM INSIDE OF THE RING, AND OBLIVION CRASHES INTO THE RAILING OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
Freddy Whoa: AND THE THUG WITH A DDT ON OBLIVION OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
Both Doug Murdock and Oblivion are not moving so fast after the last exchange, as Zach Davis comments, saying...
Zach Davis: And now it looks like Doug is going to get to his feet, as they're both taking their time. No count-out tonight, as this is First Blood! And ONLY blood can end this match!
Gravedigger: Surprised that Murdock didn't get cut! How many times did Oblivion strike him in the head?
Vinnie Briggs: It wasn't enough to get the job done, and that's all that matters!
Doug and Oblivion are both on their feet now, as they lock up outside of the ring. Doug scores some body shots on Oblivion, who headbutts Murdock in response for his attacks. Oblivion then takes advantage of the dazed Murdock, as he whips him into the steel ring steps, to which Doug goes flying over them to avoid hitting them, instead crashing into the steel barricades.
Gravedigger: Seems like nothing that Doug is doing is slowing down Oblivion!
Zach Davis: He's managed to hold on to control of this match, so far.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe its the pressure of the winning streak. Its been known to happen.
Vinnie Briggs: You bite your tongues, all of you! C'mon, Dougie! Get up!
Oblivion stalks Murdock outside of the ring, as Doug regains his feet from leaving them earlier. As Doug turns, Oblivion comes flying at him, and hits the Announcers Table as Doug ducks to avoid Oblivion's attack, crashing directly into Vinnie Briggs as a result!!!
Gravedigger: HAHAHAHAHA!!! OH, THIS IS AWESOME!!! WOOOOO!
Vinnie Briggs: Son of a... GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!! ASSHOLE!!!
Doug drags Oblivion off of his manager, before picking him up, and nailing Oblivion with a cross that sends him back towards the ring as he crashes into the ring apron. Doug then goes to hit Oblivion with an axehandle, but Oblivion moves and counterstrikes Doug in the lower abdomen, before he grabs Doug by the head and drags him towards a ring post...
Gravedigger: OOH! RIGHT IN THE KISSER!
Zach Davis: AND AGAIN!
Vinnie Briggs: NO!!! GODDAMMIT!!!
Freddy Whoa: And down goes Doug! Is he bleeding?
Gravedigger: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!
Doug starts to get back to his feet, as no blood can be seen from his head. Oblivion screeches, before he rolls Doug into the ring. Oblivion then follows him into the ring, and picks up the trash can full of weapons before dumping them on Doug Murdock. Oblivion then looks through the weapons, bending over to pick something up...
Gravedigger: It looks like Oblivion's found something to use...
Vinnie Briggs: SINGAPORE CANE TO THE FACE, SON! KON NI CHI WA, BITCH!
Zach Davis: And The Thug with a low shot on Oblivion, and he buckles to the ground! Doug is back on his feet...
Vinnie Briggs: YEAH!!!!
Freddy Whoa: DAMN!!! THUG IS GOING TO TOWN ON OBLIVION'S BRAINPAN, MAN!!!
Zach Davis: And The Thug going for the pumphandle...
Vinnie Briggs: C'Mon!!!
Oblivion manages to slip out of the hold, and shoves Doug into the ropes, who rebounds and connects with...
Vinnie Briggs: CROSS-CHECK, BITCH!!!
Zach Davis: And Oblivion is down! Doug looking through the pile... AND HE FINDS THE BAG OF THUMBTACKS!!! HE'S SWINGING THAT BAG OF THUMBTACKS OVER HIS HEAD!!!
Gravedigger: And Oblivion's moving! And he sees what's in Doug's hand!!!
Freddy Whoa: Thug is scattering those thumb tacks out on to the canvas, and here comes Oblivion with a crutch!
Zach Davis: ACROSS THE BACK OF THE THUG, AND DOWN TO HIS KNEES GOES DOUG MURDOCK!
Gravedigger: Oblivion hits the ropes, going for a bulldog into the tacks...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! COUNTER BY MURDOCK INTO AN ATOMIC DROP!
Zach Davis: POWER COUNTER BY MURDOCK! MURDOCK TURNS OBLIVION AROUND...
Vinnie Briggs: KNUCKLE SANDWICHES, BITCH!!! HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES, HUH???
Freddy Whoa: Like a machine gun!!!
Zach Davis: And an uppercut! And Oblivion is down on the mat!!!
Gravedigger: Doug "The Thug" Murdock with some Knuckle Sandwiches on Oblivion, and he's starting to move around. Guess Doug's not as strong as...
Vinnie Briggs: AW SHIT, SON!!! LOOK AT THAT!!!
Zach Davis: Looks like Oblivion just raised his mask to spit, and does that look like blood to you?
Gravedigger: Or that could be from his pre-match meal. He is a cannibal, after all...
Freddy Whoa: The referee goes to check... WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: 5150 ON THE REFEREE!!! THE THUG CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HE JUST SAW!!!
Gravedigger: HOLY SHIT!!! AND CHECK OUT TIME ON MURDOCK, WHO JUST STOOD THERE STUNNED!!!
Vinnie Briggs: SHIT!!!
Zach Davis: And now Murdock is bleeding from the nose, as he finds his way back to his feet, as Oblivion continues after Murdock... And now Vinnie Briggs has thrown down his headset and is going into the ring!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Bad idea!!!
Gravedigger: Oh this should be interesting AND fun!!!
Vinnie slides into the ring, and grabs a steel chair, as Oblivion grabs Doug from behind. Doug swings an elbow, and connects with Oblivion, who stumbles backwards, right as Vinnie swings the chair down on Oblivion's head, right as Doug grabs him by the shirt and begins to pummel him in the face, once again...
Gravedigger: Not how I thought that was gonna go!!! But here comes Night Rider and Denise D'Evil!!!
Zach Davis: END OF TIMES ON VINNIE BRIGGS!!!
Gravedigger: DISMOUNT ON THE THUG SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES
Freddy Whoa: RIGHT INTO NIGHT RIDER, WHO HITS THE THUG WITH END OF TIMES!
"Midnight Rider" by The Allman Brothers Band begins to play, as Thomas Uriel Bates and Gemini Battle come rushing out to the ring, as both Denise and Night Rider turn to face the oncoming fight, as Battle quickly enters the ring, and rushes in between Rider and D'Evil, before Battle rebounds and connects with a double clothesline that knocks both of them back right into Fan awaiting....
Gravedigger: BATES BOOT!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! And D'Evil goes down!!! While Rider avoids the brunt of the BOOT!
Zach Davis: Oh, and look at the face of Bates, and this crowd has gone quiet...
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, both Oblivion and Murdock are starting to recover, but Night Rider has effectively stopped fighting, and is now hovering over Denise D'Evil...
Gravedigger: What was Bates thinking using a move like that? He's already ended a few careers with that move!
Zach Davis: And Oblivion standing by, while Doug's trying to figure out... AND THE THUG IS ATTACKING OBLIVION!!! AND GEMINI BATTLE IS TRYING TO BREAK THEM UP!!!
Gravedigger: WOW!!! DOUG THE THUG DON'T GIVE A SHIT!!! AHH, AND THERE'S THE BELL!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!
The bell indeed does ring, as several security staff and EMT's start coming to the ring in a rush. Revenge quickly fades out to a promo for the World Title Match later tonight.
Winner Gets A Future United States Title Match
ALEX RICHARDS vs RAYMOND HATCHER vs JORDAN CALIBAN
ALEX RICHARDS vs RAYMOND HATCHER vs JORDAN CALIBAN
Kyle Steel: Our next contest here at Revenge is one fall to a finish with a thirty minute time limit and the winner will get a future shot at the UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!
We hear “Chariots Of Fire” by Faith No More play out through the arena. The shot cuts to the curtain, after several moments Raymond Hatcher emerges in one of his expensive ring robes, a purple one in honor of Revenge. The crowd boos Hatcher ignore them as he heads to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Our first competitor making his way down to the ring, he weighs in at 238lbs, hailing from Los Angeles, California…THE REAL DEAL RAYMOND HATCHER!
Before heading up the ring steps Hatcher walks over to the guardrail and shakes hands with some front row fans. They are Powerthirst! COO Mark Highland and what we can only assume is his wife rounding the group out is Luciano Baltazar. With all the formalities over Hatcher heads up the ring steps and wipes his feet before climbing into the ring. No pandering to the rest of the crowd today from Hatcher he just walks to his corner and begins disrobing.
The Arena goes black and only the titan tron shows any light, a bright white circle of it at the end of a tunnel, the screen flickers with some static a couple of times showing a man in black advancing with every break in the video until he is standing before us with his fists raised to the screen with the word's "HERE GOES" tattooed across the knuckles and then A punk fueled bass guitar accompanied by a rough but melodic female voice rings through the arena
"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
Announcer: 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!!!!
Sinney 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 Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet in a 3 point stance. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with Sinnesy playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently whispering to each other as the other competitors music starts she kisses him and drops off the apron to the floor
The opening bars of Dangerous by Shaman's Harvest begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He walks towards the ring with what appears to be an attempt at looking serious but it's more than likely he's putting it on.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zim-Quila... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Hatcher is using the ropes to stretch as referee Rob Livingston shouts out instructions, as if these guys don’t know how this works by now. Rob quits stalling and call for the bell to start the match.
Zach Davis: There we go with the bell and lets start this match.
The three cautiously walk to the center of the ring, they size each other up, Hatcher holds up his hands, the universal wrestling sign for a knuckle lock, Richards and Caliban go for it. They lock up in a threeway knuckle lock the maneuver is too cumbersome for anyone to get any real advantage. Hatcher is the first to break away, letting go of Alex’s hand and then Irish whipping Caliban to a corner which sends Richards flying to the ropes.
Zach Davis: Hatcher breaking things up.
Richards comes off the ropes with a lariat, Hatcher ducks and Richards continues across the ring as Caliban charges out of the corner and catches Hatcher with a clothesline. Alex comes off the ropes again and hits Caliban with a bulldog.
Freddy Whoa: The pace is fast early on in this number one contender’s bout.
Alex Richards has a determined look on his face, he turns his attention to Hatcher. Alex starts laying in strikes backing Hatcher into a corner. Richards keeps laying in kicks and massive chops to the chest. Hatcher has nowhere to go. Alex is knocked off by Caliban who takes out his leg, from behind, with a stiff kick. Alex crouches down holding his leg, this opens the door for Hatcher to lay in a big knee lift. Richards is down. Caliban and Hatcher start beating away on each other. In their tussle the two men fall out of the ring. They keep trading blows at ringside. Alex is back on his feet in the ring and heads to the outside as well.
Zach Davis: They’re taking the fight to the outside already.
Freddy Whoa: No rules, in this match.
Alex Richards foregoes his doctors bag andstarts searching under the ring for a weapon. He settles on a chair. At this point Caliban and Hatcher are fighting over who gets to shove who’s head into the ringpost, Caliban wins and Hatcher falls back into the guardrail. Alex Richards swings his chair at Caliban, but Caliban moves and Richards hits the post dropping the chair in the process. Caliban takes advantage of the opening and cracks Richards across the jaw with an elbow. Richards slumps back against the ring apron, Caliban starts laying stiff kicks to the mid-section. Alex leans forward covering his mid-section, Caliban hooks him and hits a snap suplex on the floor. Caliban jumps up to his feet and starts celebrating.
A big clubbing blow to the back of the head catches Caliban and takes him down. Hatcher stands over him and starts laying in kicks. Hatcher pulls Caliban back to his feet and rams him head first into the ringsteps. The steps topple over from the collision. Alex is nursing his back as he tries to get to his feet, Hatcher helps him up and tosses him inside. Hatcher rolls into the ring and stays on top of Alex Richards who is already on his feet. Hatcher nails Richards with a straight elbow to the back. Alex Richards stumbles away to a corner. Hatcher takes the chance to give his receipt for the chops from earlier his don’t quite have the intensity that Richard’s did. Hatcher pulls Richards from the corner and sends him to the ropes. Richards comes off and a big shoulder block takes Hatcher down. Alex mounts Raymond and starts laying in punches. After landing several good blows Richards gets up and heads for his doctors bag in the corner.
Zach Davis: We’re gonna see what Alex Richards has in the bag for Revenge,
Alex Richards opens the bag…CHAIRSHOT!
Freddy Whoa: Alex Richards managing to stay on his feet after the chairshot from Caliban..
Caliban throws the chair down on the mat as Alex Richards stumbles around, Caliban hits a ripcord roaring elbow!
Zach Davis: THE FIRE DRAGON ROARING ELBOW TO RICHARDS!
Freddy Whoa: He got all of him with that!
Hatcher grabs Caliban before he can make a cover and whips him to the ropes. Caliban comes off the ropes and Hatcher hits a back elbow. Caliban nips back up to his feet surprising Hatcher. Caliban yanks Hatcher to a corner for a lucha arm drag. Hatcher gets back up and Caliban charges him, Hatcher throws out a lariat, but Caliban ducks and heads to the ropes.Back off the ropes comes Caliban and into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. Hatcher is on Caliban for the pin.
Caliban kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Hatcher no able to keep Caliban down for even a two count.
Zach Davis: It is still very early in this match
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher follows up the backbreaker with a two count.
Raymond Hatcher pulls Caliban’s head off the mat and then hooks his wrists bending his arms behind him while and planting a knee in the back.
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher has Caliban tied up in the middle of the ring.
Hatcher is wrenching back on Alex’s arms when he’s nailed from behind with a kick to the back of the head. Michinoku Driver from Caliban puts Hatcher down. The cover, Livingston makes the count.
Richards makes an early save.
Caliban is turns his attention to Alex Richards and pulls him to his feet. Alex fights back with a right to the gut and then to the face. Alex steps back and lays in a big kick to Caliban’s leg. Caliban doesn’t take that lying down and throws a powerful kick of his own. The two men begin to trade kicks back and forth the crowd is really getting into it, owwing and awwing.
Zach Davis: We got a stand off here.
Caliban nails Alex with a solid kick to the mid-section and Richards drops to his knees. Caliban goes to finish him with a roundhouse to the head, but Alex Richards ducks, hopes up to his feet, and blocks a right hand…missile dropkick!
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher out of nowhere with a dropkick from the top taking out Caliban.
Alex Richards was caught off guard by the sudden interruption, but thinks fast and hits an invert death valley driver!
Freddy Whoa: Raymond Hatcher getting dropped right on his head.
Alex starts to go for the cover, but notices Caliban getting to his feet, he charges at Caliban with a running lariat.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards trying to keep both men down now.
Caliban doesn’t stay down for long and is right back to his feet Alex Richards charges in and Caliban catches him with a martial arts kick to the gut…exploder suplex!
Zach Davis: Jordan Caliban puts Alex Richards down with a big suplex.
Caliban hovers over as Alex Richards is clutching his back in pain. Richards reaches for the ropes getting up to his knees. Caliban lays several big kicks to Richards’ back before pulling him to his feet. Richards rakes Caliban’s eye to get a momentary reprieve. Alex follows it up with a right to the face.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards going into the old bag of tricks there.
Richards whips Caliban to the ropes and throws a lariat, Caliban ducks the lariat…handspring back elbow!
Zach Davis: Richards goes down.
Richards rolls out of the ring and Caliban starts to follow…German suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Hatcher comes from out of nowhere and takes out Caliban.
Gravedigger: Always have to watch your back in these matches.
Hatcher hops out onto the apron and hits a running clothesline from the apron on Alex Richards.
Zach Davis: To the outside with the trademark apron clothesline.
Hatcher slides back into the ring and goes back after Caliban, he pulls Caliban to his feet. Caliban battles back with an elbow to the face and some kicks.
Zach Davis: Caliban on offensive.
Hatcher catches one of Caliban’s kicks and ends up with an Enzuigiri kick upside the head.
Caliban gets to his feet and heads for the top rope.
Zach Davis: Caliban looking for some high risk.
Caliban gets crotched on the top by Alex Richards.
Freddy Whoa: Alex Richards making his way back into this fight.
Caliban drops to the mat as Richards climbs back into the ring. Richards goes after Raymond Hatcher hitting him with a curb stomp. Caliban is still stuffed in the bottom of a corner. Richards comes over and starts stomping away on him.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards is on fire here.
Alex goes back to Hatcher who is finding his way to his feet. Alex runs to the ropes and comes off with a running elbow taking Hatcher. Hatcher collapses to the mat. Richards starts pulling Hatcher back to his feet when he gets hit with a hunicanrana from Caliban who immediately turns it into an arm bar. Alex’s large arms are hard for Caliban to hold tight to.
Zach Davis: He’s fighting for the arm bar.
Hatcher stomps on the Caliban’s head to stop the submission attempt. Hatcher pulls Caliban to his feet and hits a back breaker. Hatcher grabs the already bent chair from off the mat and catches Alex Richards upside the head. Hatcher throws the chair down and the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Raymond Hatcher putting that chair to good use.
Hatcher pulls Caliban to his feet and hits a butterfly back breaker. Hatcher rolls Caliban hooking his arm an inverted double underhook position and back while burying a knee in Caliban’s lowerback.
Zach Davis: This is the kind of match Hatcher wants to wrestle, the slow methodical pace.
Freddy Who: You don’t have too much of that in these three way matches.
Caliban slips out of Hatcher’s stretch. The two men face off on there feet. Caliban coming in all martial arts style with kicks and punches while Hatcher opts for the classic wrestling style of forearms and elbows.
Zach Davis: Both men get back to their feet and square off.
Caliban back Hatcher to the ropes. Alex Richards charges Caliban from behind. Caliban moves just at the right moment and Richards collides with Hatcher sending him flying from the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Quick thinking by Caliban saved his ass.
Alex Richards turns around into a step-up Enzuigiri from Caliban.Alex Richards drops to his knees, but doesn’t go down. Caliban runs to the ropes, trip-up! Hatcher yanks Caliban’s foot out from under him and drags him to the outside. Hatcher shoves Caliban into the guardrail in front of Mark the Powerthirst! COO.
Zach Davis: Caliban is sent careening into the guard rail.
Hatcher starts fish hooking the mouth and pulling on the nose of Caliban right in front of the COO who doesn’t know what to think.
Raymond Hatcher: See, I’m a winner.
Hatcher caps off his assault by dropping Caliban chest-first across the guardrail. Richards has made his way to the outside with a chair in his hands that he jabs into the lower back of Hatcher. Alex follows this up with a belly-to-belly suplex on the chair. Alex gets Hatcher back to the ring where he makes a pin.
Hatcher kicks out.
Zach Davis: It’s close but Hatcher able to get the shoulder up before two.
Richards gets Hatcher up to his feet again and hit an STO. Hatcher goes down hard and Richards drops to the mat just starts choking him. Referee Livingston lays in a count, but it’s meaningless in this environment. Caliban is back in the ring now and stalking Richards…ANGLE CUTTER! The cover!
Hatcher breaks up the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: That was a close one.
Freddy Whoa: Caliban coming out of nowhere with that cutter.
Caliban is pulling Alex Richards back to his feet when Hatcher comes back into the match with a big European uppercut to Caliban. Caliban stumbles back to the ropes. Instead of attacking Caliban, Hatcher decides to whip Richards to the ropes, Richards uses his weight advantage to reverse it and send Hatcher for the ride. Hatcher comes off the ropes and Richards swings with a lariat, Hatcher ducks it and heads towards where Caliban is leaning on the ropes. Hatcher gets launched over the top with a back body drop. Hatcher lands on the apron and Caliban nails him with some elbows to the side of the head. Richards interrupts with a release German suplex on Caliban.
Zach Davis: This match just keep going back and forth.
Alex gets back to his feet and pulls Caliban up and hit’s a T-bone suplex. Alex still isn’t done as he follows that with a press slam into a gutbuster.
Zach Davis: A great combination of moves by Alex Richards.
Richards goes for the cover.
Caliban kicks out.
Zach Davis: That series still not enough to put JP Caliban away.
Hatcher pulls Alex Richards to his feet and the two begin trading blows. Hatcher gets the better of the exchange of then ducks down behind Richards coming up with a big lung blower.
Freddy Whoa: That can’t feel good having all that three hundred pounds of Alex Richards coming down on your knees, and it seems Raymond may have hurt himself.
Zach Davis: I think you’re right, Freddy, he’s favoring that right leg.
Hatcher rolls out of the ring and retrieves the chair from ringside. Hatcher heads back to the ring and lays the chair on the mat next Caliban’s head. Hatcher yanks Caliban to his feet…BRAIN BUSTER! NOOO! Caliban fights out of the brain buster and hits a full nelson suplex into a German suplex. Caliban holds on to Hatcher for another suplex…SUPERKICK! Alex catches Caliban on the side of the jaw.Caliban crumbles to the mat and Richards makes the cover. Livingston counts.
Caliban kicks out again.
Zach Davis: Still not enough to end this.
Freddy Whoa: Alex looks frustrated.
Richards heads out of the ring and a part of the ring steps, chucking it inside the ring.
Gravedigger: Stairway to Hell.
Richards gets back in the ring and pulls Caliban to his feet…FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT ON THE STAIRS!
NOO! Caliban fights out of it with elbows. He hooks Richards, Regal-Plex, from out of nowhere on Caliban by Hatcher. He bridges for the win.
Caliban kicks out. Hatcher is back to his, but Richards comes in from behind…FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT ON THE CHAIR! He covers him as the crowd counts along.
NOOO! Caliban makes the save by breaking up the pinfall. Richards and Caliban get to their feet and start exchanging shots. Caliban wins with a spinning back-first knocking Richards to the mat. Caliban picks up the chair from the mat and runs to the ropes. Caliban comes off with a LIONSAULT!
Zach Davis: That chair took at little out of Caliban too, he’s struggling to make the pin.
Caliban makes the cover.
Hatcher breaks up the pin. Hatcher yanks Caliban to his feet and…GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB ON THE STEPS!
Freddy Whoa: By gawd he must be broken in half.
Hatcher gets back to his feet and pulls Caliban back up…BRAIN BUSTER!
Zach Davis: THE BRAIN BUSTER! IT’S ALL OVER!
Hatcher covers Caliban making sure to hook a leg.
NOOO! Richards makes the save!
Zach Davis: And again the third man coming into make the save.
Richards grabs hold of Hatcher and pulls him to his feet. Richards with the Zim-Quila Hangover on Hatcher onto Caliban.
Freddy Whoa: OOF!
Hatcher rolls off of Caliban and Richards covers Caliban.
Gravedigger: Alex Richards is the new #1 Contender for the United States Title!
Alex Richards stands triumphant in the ring, his body having withstood the beating of two other men during the course of this match. The referee holds his hand up victorious as he smiles out to the fans, satisfied with his own accomplishments. He pants heavily, gasping for breath as the dreams of becoming United States champion become that much easier to achieve. The crowd chants and revels at the Archduke's success, a well-earned win.
Zach Davis: There you have it folks, Alex Richards is the new number one contender to the United States Championship and he will get a shot at the belt at some time in the near future.
Freddy Whoa: It's about time Alex started reaping some rewards around here, he's been one of the better and more consistent wrestlers on the roster this year.
Gravedigger: All that remains to be seen though is who he'll be facing for that belt, but by the end of tonight and Hardcore Hell. That question will be answered.
The fans continue to bask in Richards' glory for a few moments before something stirs in their midst. The titantron flashes that old familiar black and purple grainy footage and Royal Blood's Out of the Black begins to boom through the speakers. Alex looks up the ramp, awaiting the presence of the United States champion; David Sanchez. Much to his chagrin though, the song simply plays on for a few moments, overthrowing his own music and raining on his parade. Yet, much to his bemusement there is no sign of the man himself. That is of course until a section of the crowd begins to part like the Red Sea and Sanchez hops over the crowd control barricade with the championship in his hands.
Freddy Whoa: Look out behind you Alex!
Gravedigger: Looks like the champion's out here to personally congratulate his new number one contender!
Zach Davis: If you think that's why David's out here then you need find a new line of work 'digger. He's not exactly the congratulating type!
Slipping under the bottom rope, Sanchez sneaks into the ring undetected as Alex stares up the ramp, awaiting one of the potential men he has literally just finished earning the chance to compete with. As his music fades out and becomes replaced by a sea of jeering boos from the crowd, David stomps his right foot on the mat, drawing his targets attention. Wasting no motion he rushes forward and smashes the eleven pound, gold-plated championship into the side of Richards' face, dropping the big man to his knees. Not satisfied that this did not completely ground the much larger man he stares at the dazed Archduke with sheer, unexplained loathing as he bounces back off the ropes before extending his right leg and smashing his boot into the Pantheon member's temple with a brutally impactful yakuza kick, finally bringing his prey down to the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: MEDUSA'S TOUCH!!
Zach Davis: As if the belt across the skull wasn't enough!
David gives the crowd a sinister smile as walks to the ropes, demanding a microphone from the Kyle Steel who swiftly obliges him. The Plague walks methodically back over to the fallen Archduke of Mass Confusion and drapes the championship over his shoulder as he raises the microphone to his lips.
David Sanchez: Alex, Alex, Alex. I'd like to say I'm surprised, but that would make me a liar. What took you so long friend? Why only now does it seem important to you that you've became a running joke around here? You had the world at your fingertips for too long big man, you forgot to look up and see what was happening in the real world. A few weeks back you caught my attention when you walked out into this ring and challenged Thomas Uriel Bates for this; my United States title. You must have felt pretty foolish that night huh? I bet you think it's all been worth it now though, right? Wrong. When you uttered those words, you overlooked me and that Mr. Richards is not something that I take lightly. So tonight, after I'm done beating the life out of one oddity, it seems I'll be moving straight on to another, right? Wrong again Alex... You'll get a shot at this belt when I decide you've earned one, and not a moment sooner. I want you to bask in this victory though, take it all in, feel the glee build up inside of you, feel it all. Feel. Every. Last. Ounce. Of. Joy. This will be your last happy day for a long time. Congratulations Alex, you just shortened your own career. Now go choke on a Zim-quila and play with your bed-spring you out-dated half-breed. You might as well savor these moments because the second our match is made, is the first second of the end of your livelihood.
Gravedigger: Strong words by the United States champion tonight.
Zach Davis: Richards isn't going to take this lying down though, we'll see what he has to say in response on Slam!
Freddy Whoa: That's if David Sanchez is even still the champion! Chavis could beat him later on tonight and further change the shape of the whole title scene around here!
Sanchez holds up the United States Title before heading to the back. Richards continues to celebrate as Hatcher tries to recover in the corner. Richards then exits the ring and heads up the ramp before disappearing into the backstage area. Caliban sits up in the ring looking frustrated. The lights flicker as "Gimme back my bullets" by Lynyrd Skynyrd starts playing and out strolls Adam Young in a "Rebel" flag sleeves hoodie, camo cargo pants, black combat boots. He's just staring down both men in the ring as he walks towards the ring while peeling off his hoodie. He slides into the ring and walks up nose to nose with Raymond Hatcher and then just smiles. He swings around and nails the Hand of God on Jordan Caliban. He drops down next to Caliban and whispers something in his ear and then slides out to the announce table.
Adam: Changes are coming boys, real changes.
Adam drops the mic and leaves threw the crowd.
Zach Davis: Well that was something!
Revenge fades out to a promo for Carl's Jr. It's Ronda Rousey eating a sandwich of sorts. Doesn't matter, no one is looking at the sandwich.
JOEY FLASH vs ZOMBIE MCMORRIS
"Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown 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.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, weighing in tonight at 220 pounds and hailing from Wherever The Fuck He Pleases...THE HONEY BADGE ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!
Zombie hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: Well allow me to apologize for our announcer.
Gravedigger: Apologize? Apologize for what? This is Pay Per View! I say let the F Bombs fly!
Zach Davis: Pay Per View or not, there still may be children watching and we-
Gravedigger: What? If there's any children watching their parents need to get a visit from CPA. WCF isn't for the kiddies, I thought that was universally known.
Freddy Whoa: I'm with Digger. With the people we've put on camera over the years, there's no way anyone should ever think it was okay for kids to watch this. Logan alone probably got us a TV-MA rating.
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.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, from The Bronx, New York...JOEY FLASH!
He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
Zach Davis: So come on guys, any predictions for this match?
Freddy Whoa: I predict that Gravedigger is going to complain.
Gravedigger: God damn right I will. Can you believe that shitty flight we had on the way in? And the traffic to the arena? And what's with the kids these days with their LOL speak and running all over my yard?
Freddy Whoa: ...I can't tell if you're playing up the old man bit or if you're being serious.
Gravedigger: And what's with the damn records kids are listening to these days? What with the booties and the bass and the two chains. Back in my day the music meant something damn it!
Zach Davis: Aren't you only like 40?
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.
Gravedigger: And another thing...this hot tea tastes funny.
There's an audible crash. The camera pans over to the announce table where Zach and Freddy are looking down at a passed out Gravedigger.
Freddy Whoa: This guy. We get it Gravedigger, old people need naps.
Zach Davis: Uh, I don't think this is part of the bit. He's legitimately out.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. Who Cosby'd his hot tea?
Zach Davis: Well if we didn't get in trouble for the F bombs, that joke surely will be what gets us in hot water.
Freddy Whoa: Oh. Hmm.
Zach Davis: Oh hey, look. The bell!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Both ZMAC and Flash come out of their corners and circle each other one time. Flash goes in for the tie-up but ZMAC ain't having any of that nonsense. ZMAC surprising Flash with an open handed slap to the face.
Flash wipes at the side of his mouth and then spits on the mat before tackling Zombie to the mat. Flash with some rapid right hands until ZMAC manages to shove him off to the side. McMorris now on top of Flash, clawing at his eyes and face as the referee tries to pull him off.
Freddy Whoa: And Zombie now clawing at the eyes of Flash like a-
Zach Davis: Like a honey badger? Real original Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: Actually I was going to say like a woman. What with the nails and such.
Zach Davis: I've seen you fight Freddy. You've got no room to talk.
The referee literally pulling Zombie off Flash from behind. Flash quick to act, jamming a thumb into the eye of ZMAC while the referee is too distracted to see it.
Zach Davis: Cheap shot!
Freddy Whoa: Cheap Trick!
Zach Davis: ...
Freddy Whoa: What? I thought we were just yelling things!
Flash back up to his feet, rubbing at his eyes, before grabbing hold of ZMAC by the arm and whipping him into the ropes. ZMAC comes back and Flash quickly takes him to the mat with an arm drag. Flash keeps hold of the arm and tries to lock in an arm bar.
Zach Davis: Is this one going to be over early?!
ZMAC fights like hell to break free before he rolls over on top of Flash and slams his elbow into his face. McMorris with the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Zombie didn't even get a one count there before Flash kicked out.
Zach Davis: I doubt he expected to get the pin. That elbow was all about sending a message to Joey: I don't buy the hype.
Zombie pushing himself back up to his feet before he drops a fist to the face of Flash as he attempts to sit up. ZMAC now grabbing hold of the head and he puts Flash in a side headlock on the mat. The referee moves in to check on Flash and see if he wants to give up.
Joey Flash: PISS OFF YOU WANKER!
Zach Davis: ...I thought Flash was from New York?
Zombie torquing on the head of Flash as he tries to push himself up, dragging Zombie with him. ZMAC with a few rights to the top of Flash's head, but Joey manages to get upright. Now it's Flash shoving ZMAC off of him and into the ropes. ZMAC hits them, comes back and Flash again tries for an arm drag. But Zombie isn't about to do that again and kicks Flash in the back of the legs. ZMAC with the head and he tries for a neckbreaker. But Flash reverses it, spins Zombie around and takes him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Flash with the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: And this time it's ZMAC kicking out before one!
Flash shoving McMorris back to the mat before he can raise himself up and he goes for the arm. Zombie trying to pull free but Flash locks in a tight armbar.
Zach Davis: Pain Is Love!
Flash screaming for ZMAC to quit. The referee is checking with Zombie to see what he wants to do but McMorris isn't giving in. ZMAC clawing at Flash's arms with his free hand. The referee is looking for an answer and ZMAC gives him a finger. McMorris using his legs to try and drag himself closer to the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Can Zombie make it to the ropes?!
Joey realizes too late that ZMAC is dragging them both and Zombie is able to hook his ankles around the bottom rope. The referee immediately calls for Joey to release the hold. Flash refusing to drop the arm. The referee starts up a 5 count.
Zach Davis: Flash is going to get himself disqualified here!
Flash relents at what seems like 4 and three quarters, only to kick McMorris in the ribs as he pushes himself up to his feet. The referee giving Joey an earful but Flash pushes past him and grabs Zombie by the head. Flash pulling Zombie upright and he grabs him from behind.
Freddy Whoa: Lightning Bolt!
Flash tries for his signature German suplex but ZMAC grabs the top rope. McMorris with a headbutt straight back into the face of Flash. Flash grabs for his nose and Zombie spins around, kicks him in the gut and hits a double arm DDT.
Zach Davis: World Tour '69!
Zombie with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: Flash with the shoulder up at 2 and a half!
McMorris looking pissed and he slams his elbow into the face of Flash. He does it a second time and then hooks the leg again.
Freddy Whoa: Flash again with the kick out!
Zombie slamming his fists onto the mat in frustration before he gets up to his feet. Zombie grabs Joey by the head and pulls him upright. ZMAC pulling Flash in for the gutwrench powerbomb.
Zach Davis: AXE WOUND!
Zombie gets Flash up but Flash slips loose and drops behind him. ZMAC spins around and Flash nails him with the Sudden Flash. Zombie gets himself spun around and he bounces chest first off the ropes. Flash grabs him from behind.
Freddy Whoa: LIGHTNING BOLT!
Flash with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: And Joey Flash wins it!
"Mile Zero" hits the arena speakers as the fans voice their disapproval. The referee tries to check on Zombie but Flash pulls him away and demands his arm be raised. The referee quickly raises Flash's arm then hurries to check on Zombie as Flash celebrates.
Freddy Whoa: Well after a back and forth battle that will be looked upon as a classic, Joey Flash has knocked off yet another big name in WCF.
Zach Davis: But lets not forget to acknowledge the effort that Zombie McMorris put in. He took Flash to the limit and if he could have hit that Axe Wound we could be having a whole different conversation.
Flash exits the ring and heads up the ramp as the fans continue to boo him.
Gravedigger: Ugggh. What happened?
Freddy Whoa: You forgot to take your medication again and you passed out.
Gravedigger: How long was I out?
Zach Davis: Long enough to miss Joey Flash's match.
Flash disappears into the back as Revenge fades to a promo for next month's WAR PPV.
MASKED MAN SEGMENT
“Oblivion” by Mastadon begins to play, and Oblivion walks out onto the entrance ramp. He doesn’t make it two steps before the masked man runs out from behind the curtain, and clock him with a lead pipe. Oblivion hits the ramp hard. The masked man rolls him down the ramp, and slides him under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet, and waits in the corner for Oblivion to do the same. When he does, the man runs forward, and hits him square in the chin with a nasty superkick. Oblivion crumbled to the ground, and the masked man walks over to the side of the ring, demanding a microphone.
Zach Davis: are we going to hear the masked man speak tonight?!
The masked man stands in the center of the ring, and slowly reaches up, pulling his mask off. The crowd erupts when they see the long haired, smiling face of Waylon Cash looking up at them.
Freddy Whoa: Holy shit! It’s Waylon Cash!
Zach Davis: The Hellbilly has returned!
Gravedigger: But why?!
Waylon Cash: Well howdy there everybody? Did you miss me?
The crowd’s reaction makes the answer to that question fairly obvious.
Waylon Cash: That’s what I like to hear! Now, I know what you;re all thinkin’. You're all thinkin’, why in the sam hill did Waylon Cash attack Thomas Bates, Scarecrow, Hunter Updegraff, and now Oblivion.
Waylon pauses for a moment to crouch down to the fallen monster.
Waylon Cash: Sorry about that by the way, buddy. It ain’t nothin’ personal, I promise.
Waylon stands, and begins to slowly pace the ring.
Waylon Cash: The reason I done what I done is pretty simple. The stablewars were a fun period in time, but it seems they done went and took over WCF while I was gone. I mean, it seems like to get anywhere in this damn place, you gotta be the kinda bitch that has a bunch of people backin’ you up. I know, I know, I’m comin’ off as a hypocrite. I been in a few stables in my day, but I never thought it’d get this outta control. I was sittin’ at home thinkin’, why the hell doesn’t somebody come in and break these bastards up like they woulda back in the day. Then I realize that was a perfect job for Waylon Cash.
The crowd cheers, as Waylon drops the mic for a second and lets them.
Waylon Cash: Now as a lot of y’all know, I had some hard times. I ain’t gonna pretend every day is easy, or that I’m free and clear, but I promise you ain’t ever gonna see me go back to that monster that I was. That guy is locked away deep, and you ain’t ever gonna see him again. From now on, you got clean, mostly sober Waylon Cash, and I’m ready to crack some god damn skulls! That’s why I did what I did. I need a mission, and somebody’s gotta do some stable bustin’! Seems like a perfect fit, wadday’all think?!
The crowd erupts again, bringing a smile to the Hellbilly’s face. He crouches down again to address Oblivion, who is now starting to stir.
Waylon Cash: Now, I know you gotta be askin’ yourself, why me? Why tonight? Well ol’ buddy, AoD is my first target. Y’all been walkin’ around here pretendin’ you’re somethin’ for way too long. You ain’t nothin’, and you’re all gonna be stronger once this thing crumbles and you gotta go out on your own. I promise, I’m doin’ this for your own good. So, get ready. You’re gonna dance with Waylon Cash, one more time.
Waylon drops the mic, and climbs out of the ring as “Nobody” by Skindred plays.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash has returned, and it looks like he’s taken on one hell of a task.
Freddy Whoa: He wants to end the stable wars! I’d call that an insane task, but if anyone can do it, it’s the Hellbilly.
Revenge goes to a promo for the WCF Network.
Last Man Standing Match
WADE MOOR vs SCARECROW
WADE MOOR vs SCARECROW
Scene opens on an outside panning shot of Madison Square Garden.
Zach Davis: Welcome you back to Revenge, coming to you live from Madison Square Garden here in beautiful New York City!!!
Freddy Whoa: And we're about to jump right into our next match.
Zach Davis: Over the course of the last month, we've witnessed an odd many thing, but nothing more odd than the tale of Scarecrow and Wade Moor.
Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor debuted with #BeachKrew last month, but it was almost a trojan horse of sorts.
Zach Davis: Not long after #BeachKrew started posting on official WCF wrestlers Twitter accounts, Wade Moor set his sights on Scarecrow.
Freddy Whoa: And he hasn't relented since...
Gravedigger: What a creep! Scarecrow's trying to do business here! Wade Moor needs to get off his dick and leave the man alone.
Zach Davis: It's not the fact that he's stalking Scarecrow, but more the circumstances surrounding this odd feud...
Scene fades out to a video package. Scarecrow's voice plays over a video clip of Wade Moor walking out from behind a curtain.
Scarecrow: What would you know about being a son?
Cut to black. All you can hear is the sound of the Ocean and Wade Moor's voice.
Wade Moor: The Sea is life. I am it's Leviathan. I...am...Death.
The scene shifts to the entirity of #BeachKrew attacking Scarecrow from behind, but specifically focuses on Wade attacking Crow.
Scarecrow: You're a coward, Wade. A murderer.
Scene switches to Wade/Tiburones vs Scarecrow/Richards. A few hards shots include #BeachKrew attacking Pantheon from behind. Pantheon getting the upperhand on #BeachKrew. Finally, #BeachKrew winning with a dusty finish over Richards/Crow
Scarecrow: ...They tried to snuff me out. Because they see me as a dangerous element within the company. Trust me, they don't know the half of it. But Wade will this Sunday. He'll learn the truth. The truth a man like Buddy Roman knows...
Wade Moor: You're a brilliant liar, Scarecrow.
Scene cuts to last week where Fly/Wade faced off against Crow/Black. A few hard shots ending with ZMAC running out from the crowd and Crow hitting the Murder of Crows on Wade Moor. Buddy Roman claps on the stage for ZMAC/Crow.
Wade Moor: You could have had two fathers Cory. Cane and Moor.
Scarecrow: What would you know about being a son?
We get a shot of Wade and Crow staring each other down on K.L. Henson's show with one more voiceover.
Scarecrow: You don't get it, do you Wade? This isn't your return anymore...It's mine. You can stack your pack of lies a mile high. This Sunday, Wade? None of it will matter. Its ether at my feet. Just as you will be.
Wade Moor: You're fucking dead, Scarecrow.
The video package fades out and the scene cuts back to a packed Madison Square Garden arena.
The house lights die. Cawing crows echo throughout the arena, deep blue and purple spotlights dance across the screaming faces of loyal fans as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo. There's a moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as Scarecrow’s disembodied voice recites, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful credo. The crowd joining in:
“A Murder of Crows is gathering, the fields are ripe to reap. The days of sin, follow the wind, with promises to keep.”
“And in those fateful hours, when my dawn shall duly rise. The Scarecrow shall guard you, from the prince of lies"
“Men of straw, they cower, fall and fear the flame. Yet I am the one, who embraces the sun. Let darkness know my name.”
The crowd breaks into cheers, acquiescing to their hero's request: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
A moment passes, then “Red Right Hand”, by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds kicks in. As the melancholic chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a jumbotron of break neck imagery; Kick! Wham! Stunner!...The unworthy fall victim before The Murder Machine. A Murder of Crows! A vicious Roadkill! It's a glorious car crash of jobbers and victories. A moment later, The Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, brooding silhouette beneath the spotlight, a form eclipsed by red smoke and light.
Still masked in shadow, Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail as he slowly begins his procession down the ramp. We realize now that he's wearing a customized black hoodie over his fight gear. The words, "The Scarecrow", are emblazoned across the back in dark grey.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds! From The Lost Highways of America! He is DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
The spotlight above follows Scarecrow at a measured pace, his tall frame navigating around the squared circle.
“You're one microscopic cog, in his catastrophic plan. Designed and directed by his red...right...hand.”
The Scarecrow saunters over the top rope and enters the ring. Crow removes his hoodie and throws it at Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post now and hits a sinister crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. Crow soaks up the adulation for a moment before waving his opponent on. Crow leaps down and leans his back against the ring post, assuming a demeanor of nonchalance tinged with cold menace. He begins pacing back and forth in the ring, waiting for Wade Moor to make his appearance.
Zach Davis: Scarecrow is prepared to take this match to the bitter end.
Freddy Whoa: I'm sure Wade Moor can say the same thing. I don't think we're about to witness what you would consider a "normal" wrestling match.
Zach Davis: My heart is beating out of control right now...
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 - andlumbers 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 and staring down Scarecrow, awaiting the toll of the bell.
Zach Davis: What an absolutely bone chilling entrance...The tension is SO thick in the ring right now.
The ref approaches the center of the ring, followed by Wade and Crow. They meet, eyes locked, and start spouting off at the mouth to each other. The ref calls for the bell and Crow/Wade are literally chest to chest. Crow slaps Wade. Wade turns back and spits in the Murder Machine's face. Crow drops a bomb on Wade and Wade returns one in equal measure!
Zach Davis: This match is off and these two aren't wasting any more time!
Wade and Crow continue trading bombs, until Crow ducks underneath a heavy lariat thrown by Wade! Crow pushes Wade into the ropes, and as Wade rebounds, Crow catches him around the midsection and drops him face first into the mat. Wade's head bounces up and Crow rolls around into a headlock, then drags Wade across the ring by the head! He kicks him in the chest and drives a hard boot into Wade's back.
Zach Davis: Crow's got the early advantage here!
Freddy Whoa: Wade needs to tighten up or Scarecrow will eat him for dinner and pick him clean with technical proficiency.
Crow starts dropping hard elbows on Wade's back, trying to hinder him getting to his feet. Wade pulls himself up slightly, using the ropes for balance, and Crow charges with a hard boot to the face...but Wade darts out of the way and Crow's leg gets hung up on the ropes. Wade snakes his boot and pulls his leg back under the rope. He puts his elbow in the back of Crow's neck and wrenches the leg!!!
Wade smiles as he delivers pain on to Scarecrow! It doesn't last long as Crow swings back with his elbow and connects with the side of Wade's head! Wade falls back, shaking off the hit as Crow stumbles off the ropes and drives into Wade with a lariat!...but Wade ducks and grabs Crow by the back of the head. Crow struggles for a moment before Wade yanks Crow's noggin down on to his knee, and Crow hits that mat nursing his head. Wade starts choking Crow with his forearm, forcing it down as hard as he can!
Ref: Come on, Wade! Don't make me disqualify you!
Wade turns over the decision in his head...he wants more time with Crow. He releases the hold to a loud boo from the raucous crowd! He lifts Scarecrow to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Wade bounds off and drops Crow with a high velocity crossbody, putting them both on the ground. Wade stands and the ref goes to start the ten count, but Wade lifts Crow to his feet before he can! Wade whips Crow intp the ropes again and repeats the crossbody mauever yet again! The crowd boos once more! Wade lifts Crow up again and goes for the same crossbody...but this time Crow catches him. He lifts him up and drops him on his knee with a ring shattering backbreaker!!! Wade hits the mat and Crow turns toward the ref.
Scarecrow: Count it!
The ref starts counting...
Wade starts to get up and Crow grabs him by the head! He whips him into the turnbuckle and charges at him with a brutal shoulder tackle...but dips out of the way as Crow hits the turnbuckle! He whips around his shoulder and Wade nails hin in the gut with a kick. Crow kneals down and Wade starts stomping swamp holes in Crow! Crow is now in a seated position and Wade moved towards the opposite corner! He lifts his arms up and charges at Crow!
Wade Moor: CANNONBALL!!!
Wade plugs Crow with that signature move and they both bounce out of the corner. Wade rolls out of the corner and pushes himself up in a "push up" position. Staring directly at Crow's downed body
Wade Moor: Count him! Count him now!
The ref begins his count.
Crow uses the ropes to get his shoulders off the ground, and Wade slams his fist against the mat in anger! Wade stands up and paces as Crow climbs to his feet. He sneers as he grabs him by the head and lifts him the rest of the way up! He tosses Crow against the ropes and catches him on the way back with THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND! Crow's head bounces off the turnbuckle and he turns around...
Zach Davis: Poseidon Punch!!!
Freddy Whoa: CROW DUCKS IT!!!
Wade flips around to meet Scarecrow...
Zach Davis: MURDER OF CROWS!!!
Wade bounces off Crow's shoulder and eats shit on the mat. He flips onto his back and stares up at the lights...Meanwhile, Scarecrow is on dizzy street, finally feeling the effects of that turnbuckle flapjack. He falls over on his back.
The ref starts to count.
Zach Davis: If neither of these men can answer the ten count, then this match will be over with no clear winner...
Freddy Whoa: Like we haven't seen THAT before...
Neither man is moving.
Wade sits straight up to a gasp from the crowd. A snake-like smile crosses his face.
Zach Davis: Oh no, Wade's got this...
Scarecrow sits straight up to a HUGE crowd POP!
Zach Davis: Both men are up! Both men are up!
Freddy Whoa: Right before the count of ten!!!
The smile dissapears from Wade's face. Crow's is stone cold as the two stare each other down. Rage fills Wade's eyes as both men get to their feet and start dropping fresh bombs on each other and the crowd eats it up! Wade goes for a huge right, but Crow catches his arm and flips Wade over into the Crowbreaker!!!
Zach Davis: He's got that armbar locked in tight now!!!
Freddy Whoa: Wade's trying to escape!!!
Zach Davis: OH GOD!!! SURPRISE SURPRISE!!!
Los Tiburones and Andre Aquarius hit the ring...followed by Sandy Coconutz!!! They slide into the ring...
Wade Moor: NOOOO!!!! STOP!!!
A close up of Wade's face is shown. His normal Ocean blue eyes now dark black. #BeachKrew looks confused! They go to move but Wade stops them again, his face turning beet red.
Wade Moor: STOOOP!!! THIS IS MY FIGHT! SCARECROW IS MINE!!!
Tiburones looks pissed, but The Bruh Abides. He begrudgingly leaves the ring, followed by Andre and Sandy. Tiburones looks pissed all the way up the ramp. Cut back to the ring and Wade is still struggling to get out of the wrenching armbar.
Zach Davis: Crow looks intent on shattering Wade's elbow!
Freddy Whoa: He looks like he's about to slip out.
Wade wiggles, flips, and gets his legs adjusted underneath Crow. He lifts him off the ground in a Herculean feat of strength and throws him over the top rope! Crow loses his grip on Wade's arm, hits the apron, and tumbles to the floor below.
Wade Moor: AHHHH!!!
Wade nurses his arm while deciding his next move. He paces back and forth, staring down Crow on the outside of the ring! Crow starts to get to his feet and Wade bounds off the roped and through the middle and top rope, suicide diving on top of Crow...but Crow sidesteps and Wade crashes into the announce table...
Zach Davis: WATCH OUT!!!
Wade hits and rolls over the other side onto Zach and Freddy. Crow climbs over the table, but Wade hops the barricade into the crowd! Crow gives chase and the referee starts to follow.
Zach Davis: These two are taking it into the crowd!
Freddy Whoa: At least they didn't fuck our table!
Wade starts to cut through the crowd Broseidon style as Crow gets crowd surfed behind them. Wade makes it to the top row and shoves through a set of double doors and the crowd drop Crow right behind him. Wade dissapears around the corner.
Scarecrow: Where are you William? I thought you wanted to play?
Scarecrow wanders through the hallways looking for Wade, but Wade has dissapeared.
Scarecrow: Come play, William!
Scarecrow passes a dark hallway and Wade's face is barely visible in the darkness. A lead pipe flies out and hits Crow in the knee and he falls over on the ground, clutching his leg.
Wade Moor: I'm done playing, Scarecrow!
Wade's voice sounds calm. Methodical. Crow limps to his feet as Wade takes another swing with the lead pipe...but Crow catches it and wraps his fist around it. Wade lets go and slips back into the dark hallway.
Scarecrow: Get back here, Wade! Motherfucker!
Scarecrow gives chase down the hallway, rounding a corner where nobody is to be found. He goes up a staircase and through a set of double doors, and finds himself at the very top of Madison Square Garden.
Scarecrow: WAAAAAAADE!!! Get your fatass out here and fight me! I knew I made a mistake keeping you alive!!!
Wade Moor: You did.
A kidney shot puts Scarecrow down on his knees. Wade puts the boot to the back of Crow's neck, causing him to roll over near a segue from one section of the rafters to the other. Crow gets to his feet and knocks Wade back with an uppercut, causing Wade to topple back and Scarecrow to lose balance.
Wade catches himseæf before he falls, but Scarecrow is still toppling on the railing.
A sneer crosses Wade's face.
Wade Moor: I told you, Scarecrow...YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!!!
Scarecrow catches himself on the railing and Wade motions for the Poseidon Punch!!!
Zach Davis: Somebody stop him!!!
Out of nowhere, a hooded figure knocks Wade to the ground! Wade hits the wall and slumps down.
Zach Davis: Oh thank God!!!
The hooded figure runs and shoves Scarecrow up and ovee the railing!
Wade Moor: NOOOOOOOO!!!! HE WAS MINE!!!
Scarecrow falls, almost entirely in slow motion, until he crashes to the mat below! The ring nearly shatters upon impact as Scarecrow hits. A few silent moments go by. The crowd is deathly quiet. A little boy in a Scarecrow T-Shirt cries into his moms bosom in the front row. A grown man whips off his hat and holds it behind his head in disbelief of what just happened.
Wade Moor comes slithering out to the ring, a mixed look of rage and satisfaction smeared across his ugly face. He crawls into the ring and gets face to face with the Scarecrow. His face contorts. He puts his ear to his mouth. He comes back up...a smile spread from ear to ear.
Wade Moor: IT'S DONE!!! HE'S DONE!!! IT'S FINALLY OVER!!!
The crowd doesn't know how to react. They just stare wide eyed at this maniac.
Wade Mooe: Your hero - your champion - MY FATHER'S KILLER IS DEAD!!! HE'S FINALLY FUCKING DEAD!!!
Wade begins to laugh in the center of the ring, the commentary team and the crowd as quiet as the grave. Wade points at the ref.
Wade Moor: COUNT HIM REF!
Ref: Are you serious? NO!!!
Wade shoots him an evil look and the ref begrudgingly counts to ten and calls for the bell. The crowd spits venomous boos at Wade Moor.
Kyle Steele: Your winner by way of...OH GOD...oh God...
Kyle Steele can't finish the sentence. Wade steps over towards Jim Thuggin and asks for his guitar, who obliges and bows, handing the black Martin to Wade. Wade sits cross-legged in the ring and begins to pluck out a tune...and what comes out is rather haunting.
Wade Moor: Hell must know
there have been worse things I've done,
I hold out these hands to receive the sum
Purge these days
Will we accept the things we must?
The world will now learn of change to come
...or no world
Zach Davis: This is sick...I'm absolutely in awe right now...words can't describe...
EMT's rush to be at Crow's side as his broken, bloody body lies shattered on the arena floor. Doctors arrive and quickly assess the situation. They bring in a gurney and wipe a thick trickle of blood from Crow's lips, his teeth welling with red liquid. A Doctor pushes the ring crew aside as she crouches and places an oxygen mask over the Murder Machine's face, catching a large cough of blood wrenched from his hemorrhaging stomach that fills his mask to the brim with dark crimson.
It's no use.
Zach Davis: Holy fuck, cut the feed! Just...someone, please...please...
Gravedigger: Those people need to get back and let the emergency crew though.
Zach Davis: Please, let the emergency team though!
A large semi circle of witnesses surround the fallen man like an impenetrable wall. It's a sea of jostling and confusion. Smart phone flash bulbs blind a crying Chelsea Armstrong as she is desperately trying to punch and kick her way through, her free arm out stretched to Crow's, but inches away. A brief moment of life as Crow reaches out to her. His collapsing, belligerent lungs fighting to form words. But nothing is heard.
His heart stops beating. They pound his chest. They clear his pathways. They attempt Defibrillation.
Everything happens with a distantly to it. Just glimpses of the events visible though the amassed crowd. The arena falls silent. No music. No jumbotron. Then, the screams from the front row as Crows lifeless body is taken away by the EMT's; a blanket soaked though with blood. The red shroud a pin point of snap chats and Instagram's around the world as it's lead into the back in horrible silence.
Zach Davis flatly reads from a hurriedly made cue card.
Zach Davis: We're going to...to cut to these commercials for upcoming events. Please stay with us.
Revenge goes to a promo for WCF Hellimination.
Hell In A Cell Match
GEMINI BATTLE vs K.L. HENSON
"Children of God" by Andrew Jackson Jihad plays on the PA system. After the opening drum fill, Henson blasts past the curtain laughing. Mouthing the words to the song as he walked down the ramp with a little spring in his step with his arms spread out to either side. He rolls into the ring then stands upon the second rung of a turnbuckle, slapping himself in the face, getting himself pumped.
Gravedigger: KL Henson always surprises me. He’s unassuming to look at but he has deceiving strength and always comes hard at his opponents.
‘Falling Higher’ by Helloween plays throughout the arena as Gemini Battle comes bursting through the curtain. He runs full speed towards the ring and bee lines towards Henson. Henson slides out the other side and the referee stops Gemini from moving any further.
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle wasting no time trying to get this match started… they haven’t even lowered the cage yet.
The structure slowly lowers as Gemini escapes the grip of the referee and chases Henson. Henson is able to evade Gemini and eventually baseball slides underneath the nearly dropped cage. Gemini battle follows, diving head first after him…
But gets stuck as the cage crashes on top of him. The referee is inside the cage yelling for the mechanics to raise the cage as Henson takes his liberties at his trapped opponent. He starts delivering boots to Gemini’s head who can do nothing but cover up unsuccessfully as Henson is relentless.
Zach Davis: The bell hasn’t even run yet…
Henson continues his onslaught as the cage slowly raises… Gemini rolls inside of the cage and the cage slowly lowers again. The referee unlocks the door and Lets KL Henson in who has a sinister smile on his face as he reenters the structure with evil purpose.
Gemini struggles to get to his feet, but clearly has to shake the cobwebs out as he can hardly stand.
Finally, the bell rings.
Zach Davis: Folks, this feud has been going on for nearly three months. KL Henson started it with a vicious attack on Gemini potentially costing him a People’s Title opportunity, from there he’s been causing hell for Gemini, even causing him to question his own identity.
Gravedigger: I’ve faced off against the meanest and deadliest people here in the WCF and no one has scared me in the least… but this KL Henson sends chills down my spine. He doesn’t hit much, but when he does he does it hard. But that’s not what makes him dangerous… he may be the smartest man to step foot in a WCF ring… EVER! He knows what to say and the small things to do to send a person to the brink of insanity… it’s guys like him that make me glad I’m retired.
Henson lifts Gemini to his feet and he smacks him across the face. Then he does it again. And Again.
Zach Davis: What a complete lack of respect for his opponent.
Gemini Battle spits in Henson’s face who slams him face first into the mat and then sits on his back. He puts Gemini in a Camel Clutch and wretches back on his opponent’s neck. Gemini writhes in pain.
Zach Davis: Gemini may tap out right here. What an unsatisfying end to this feud, but KL Henson doesn’t get paid by the hour, in fact I don’t even think he cares about this match at all. Not nearly as much as Gemini does.
Gemini raises a hand, and then drops it to the mat in an effort to claw his way towards the ropes. He inches closer and closer until he gets his hand on the bottom rope. The referee calls for Henson to let go of the hold, but he doesn’t.
Gravedigger: There are no disqualifications in a match like this. Henson doesn’t have to let go, but eventually Gemini will have to give up.
Gemini continues to claw until he rolls under the bottom rope leaving Henson with no choice but to let go of the hold. Gemini rolls to the ground and as quickly as he can to the cage. Henson doesn’t waste much time as he exits the ring and stalks his prey. Gemini pulls himself up the cage and Henson takes Gemini’s head and smashes it into the cage causing Gemini to get busted wide open.
Zach Davis: Gemini dons a crimson mask now.
Gemini’s eyes open widely, almost as though the blood is giving him some type of strength.
Gravedigger: Blood often times has one of two effects on wrestlers, it either knocks me out, or gives them strength, it seems like it’s doing the latter for Gemini.
Gemini looks at Henson, blood pouring down his face and Henson’s eyes widen and a malicious smile crosses his mouth. Gemini head butts Henson, sharing his blood, and knocking him backwards. He then delivers wild punches, each one landing in different spots on Henson’s face and body pushing him farther and farther back until he has reaches the corner of the cell.
Gemini delivers a Spartan kick and pushes Henson back and down. Then Gemini climbs the ring apron. He runs across it and delivers a dropkick to Henson in the corner from the apron as the crowd chants.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!
Gemini gets up and wipes his hair from his face. He grabs Henson and lifts him up, then he drags his face across the steel, causing him to get busted open too, his crimson blood staining his pale blonde hair. Gemini finishes raking his face across the cage and then pushes his back against the cage. Henson is still smiling, blood staining his teeth now.
Gemini tosses Henson back into the ring and then rolls in after him. Henson gets up quickly and stomps down on Gemini as he rolls into the ring. Gemini covers up but Henson delivers a solid blow to his head knocking his out for a brief moment. Henson goes for a pin.
Gemini kicks out at one and quickly rolls to the corner. KL Henson stalks him into the corner delivering a big boot to his midsection. Gemini pushes Henson away as he gets himself to his feet, then Henson comes running and delivers a big splash into the corner, crushing Gemini between himself and the turnbuckles. He backs up and delivers charging headbutts to Gemini’s midsection.
Zach Davis: That was an overtly aggressive move for Henson who is usually much more calculating than that.
Gravedigger: Is it possible that Gemini has gotten under Henson’s skin as well?
Gemini drops to the ground and Henson climbs to the top rope. He looks down at his opponent and delivers a frog splash, landing right on Gemini’s chest.
Zach Davis: You may be right, Digger, It’s not like Henson to take a move like that.
Gravedigger: But it’s very much like him to land it perfectly.
Henson hooks the leg and goes for the pin.
Gemini kicks out at two and Henson punches down on the mat in frustration. He rolls out of the ring and starts looking underneath it for something.
Gravedigger: Henson’s looking for some toys.
KL Henson pulls out a steel chair and the crowd goes nuts. He holds it and examines it. Meanwhile Gemini is back on his feet, he runs off the opposite ropes and returns with a baseball slide kicking the chair that Henson is holding into his own head. Henson drops the chair and stumbles backwards. Gemini quickly gets up, runs off the opposite ropes again and flips over the top rope into Henson and the cage below.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT!
Gravedigger: Another high flying move hits the mark here tonight. Offensively these men are on point.
Zach Davis: But that one took a lot out of both men. The referee is checking on them both.
Gemini pushes the referee off of him as he slowly gets up. Henson still lay lifeless. Gemini crawls over and goes for a pin. The referee pulls Gemini off of him and points to the ring.
Zach Davis: The rules of this match say that the pinfall or submission must be made within the ring.
Gemini picks up Henson and rolls him into the ring. He rolls in after and goes for the pin.
Gemini looks pissed. He stands up and does a standing shooting star press to Henson. He then drags him into the corner. He stands over his opponent and looks down. He then leaps up to the top rope and delivers a split legged corkscrew moonsault landing perfectly on Henson.
Gravedigger: THUNDER IN PARADISE!
Zach Davis: That’s Livewire, Grayson Pierce’s finishing move!
Gravedigger: Well the two men are one in the same, aren’t they?
Zach Davis: I suppose so!
Gemini goes for the pin.
Henson barely kicks out after the move. Gemini gets up and yells at the referee, claiming a slow count. Gemini looks down at the motionless Henson. He bends over to pick him up but a thumb comes racing up and gets Gemini in the eye. Gemini, blinded gets up holding his face. Henson gets up, and grabs Gemini from underneath the chin, places his neck on his shoulders and drops to his knees.
Zach Davis: SPINAL TAP!
Gravedigger: and Gemini is hurt. First his eye then his neck. Henson is going for the pin.
Gravedigger: That’s it, after a tremendous feud…
Zach Davis: No, the referee isn’t calling for the bell, he’s saying that Gemini kicked out!
An instant replay shows that Gemini kickout out, barely, at 2 and ¾. The referee made the right call.
Back to reality Gemini has rolled to his stomach holding his face. Henson, quickly and expertly wraps his legs around his arms like a full nelson, turns over until Gemini is on his back and grabs his legs, stretching him over his back.
Zach Davis: That’s Dead Value, I’ve never seen anyone get out of this hold.
Gravedigger: It’s a unique and deadly hold that Henson created. It stretches Gemini’s back, and his already injured neck. A move that paired with the Spinal Tap may be impossible for him to overcome.
Gemini appears to be at Henson’s mercy. He screams in agony but refuses to quit. But there’s not much he can do. He writhes and screams, and Henson simply cinches the hold in tighter. Still Gemini refuses to tap or quit. Henson then angles his body down, trying to get Gemini’s shoulders on the mat.
He finally does it, but Gemini rolls back up, reentering the incredible painful position rather than succumb to a pin attempt. Henson rolls back even deeper, forcing Gemini’s shoulders to the mat in the awkward position as the referee drops down and counts the pinfall.
‘Gemini powers Henson off of him in an incredible display of strength and willpower and drops to the middle of the ring writhing in pain still.
Gravedigger: Gemini refuses to quit, and he refuses to get pinned, but the damage may have already been done. Sometimes kicking out is the worst thing you can do.
Henson yells at the referee and then at Gemini who lay on the mat in the center. He moves to the corner and climbs up to the top slowly.
Zach Davis: These men have been flawless in all of their execution tonight. This one may be the finishing blow for KL Henson.
Henson gets to the top and turns around and sees Gemini slowly getting to his feet. He lines up the blow and leaps off.
But Gemini gets to a stand up position and delivers a 360 Tornado kick to the quickly descending KL Henson landing the blow perfectly and both men fall the to the mat.
Zach Davis: HIGH VOLTAGE FROM OUTTA NOWHERE! ANOTHER ONE OF GRAYSON PIERCE’S MOVES!
Gravedigger: Is it possible that Gemini Battle is actually going to become the fan favorite Livewire that he used to be? He’s done all of his trademark moves tonight.
Gemini Battle begins to stir and crawls over to Henson, and drapes his arm over the lifeless body of KL Henson.
Zach Davis: NOOOO!!!! Henson Kicks out. And Gemini Battle is looking at the referee with chock in his eyes. What do these men have to do to defeat each other?
Gemini Battle gets to his feet and looks around. He looks down at KL Henson who is laying lifeless on the mat. He climbs to the top rope.
Gravedigger: It looks like it’s Gemini’s turn for a high risk move.
Gemini quickly gets to the top and jumps off…
But towards the cage, landing more than halfway up the structure as he climbs to the top, and uses the roof to climb across to above the center of the ring above KL Henson.
Zach Davis: What is he doing up there… I’ve never seen anything like it!
Gemini swings his body back and forth and drops, delivering a moonsault from the roof and landing square across KL Henson’s chest.
Gravedigger: Freddy, where have you been?
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Never in my career have I seen that move done. Gemini is moving to cover up Henson. This must be it.
Gravedigger: Unbelievable. Henson kicks out, and with surprising authority. This match is going to carry on people. It’s not going to end until one of these men isn’t breathing it seems.
Gemini Battle and KL Henson both lay on the ground. They roll over and their eyes meet. They stare each other down, but both men seem unable to get to their feet. Gemini begins to get to his knees first, then KL Henson. The two men stand on their knees staring each other down, passion and fire emanating from both men.
Gemini throws a punch.
Henson responds with one of his own.
Then Gemini…Then Henson… Then Gemini, Then Henson… Then Gemini, and Gemini again, and Gemini again, and again, and again!
The crowd goes to an uproar and Gemini feeds off the emotion of the fans.
Gemini gets to his feet and the crowd goes wild. He runs off the ropes and delivers a big boot to KL Henson sending him back into the ropes then face first onto the mat. Gemini raises to his feet as the crowd chants his name.
He methodically lifts Henson up, grabs him in a Reverse Headlock and delivers God’s Paradox to Henson. The crowd goes nuts and counts along with the referee.
Zach Davis: THAT’S IT. The match is FINALLY over.
Gravedigger: Both these men put everything on the line tonight.
Zach Davis: It took a Thunder in Paradise, High Voltage, a Moonsault from the roof of the cage and ultimately Gemini Battle won with his go to Gods Paradox to pick up the victory.
Gemini climbs to the top rope and poses for the chanting fans.
KL Henson exits the cage and begins to walk down the ramp. He is stopped by a familiar voice calling to him.
Gemini Battle: HENSON! You turn your ass around RIGHT NOW!
Henson turns around and merely looks towards the ring.
Gemini Battle: Get your skinny pale ass back into this ring… I’m not finished with you yet!
Henson slowly obliges.
Gravedigger: Has he not taken enough of a beating tonight? That match was hard to watch it was so brutal.
Zach Davis: Henson moves his crimson stained hair from his face as he rolls back into the ring. For the first time in his WCF career he was brought to this level of exhaustion and had to fight with that kind of passion. Henson has been through the ringer, yet he still stands tall in front of Gemini Battle as these two titans of the arena stare each other down eye to eye, face to face. Even after that hard fought battle you can still feel the tension in the room. Henson even shows signs of emotion, a sight we never thought we would see.
Gemini extends his hand. Henson merely looks at it, and doesn’t do anything.
Gemini Battle: Shake…my… hand!
Henson still ignores the gesture. Gemini takes Henson’s limp hand and takes it himself. Henson’s eyes widen at the act.
Gemini Battle: This, Henson, is what it feels like to have a man respect you. This, Henson, is what it feels like to stand toe to toe with a man, and have him take you to the limit and at the end of the day know that there is finally some resolution to the conflict between the men. Can you feel it? Do you have that sensation running down your spine… the feeling in your chest that feels like butterflies fluttering in a small place? Can you feel it Henson.
Crowd: THANK YOU GEMINI…THANK YOU HENSON…THANK YOU GEMINI…THANK YOU HENSON…
KL Henson merely stands there with a confused look on his face then looks around at the chanting crowd. Gemini stands in front of him with his hand on his.
Gemini Battle: I hate you, Henson… can you feel that? I hate you, but I respect you. There’s a fine line between the two. This animosity that I feel towards you may never vanish, and I don’t want it to. Because you lit a fire within me that I thought forever extinguished. You helped me come to the realization of who I am. Grayson Pierce… Gemini Battle… who am I?
KL Henson drops Gemini’s hand and simply begins to exit the ring. The look of confusion gone, replaced by apathy.
Gemini Battle: Grayson Pierce… Gemini Battle… WHO AM I?
He screams it this time. Henson ignores it and continues to walk away.
Gemini Battle: At home, to my wife and kid I am Grayson Piece. But when I step into this ring and especially when I step foot in between these ropes, that part of me disappears and only one thing remains certain… when I step into the ring…
KL Henson turns around before he exits the curtain. He stares at Gemini with a look of bemusement.
Gemini Battle: I…AM…GEMINI BATTLE! I…AM…GEMINI BATTLE! I…AM…GEMINI BATTLE!
Henson simply nods, finally getting his nemesis to see the truth that he laid before him. He continues nodding at his foe a moment longer before exiting, leaving Gemini Battle in the center of the ring, sweating, panting and smiling, finally understanding who he is. Revenge goes to a promo for WAR.
WCF Television Title Match
TEO DEL SOL vs JONNY FLY
TEO DEL SOL vs JONNY FLY
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the WCF Television Champion! Introducing first, the challenger . . .
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!
Kyle Steel: From Houston, Texas, standing at six feet one inch and weighing in at approximately one hundred and eighty pounds, he is Teo del SOL!
The audience goes wild as he points toward the ring 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.
Freddy Whoa: Teo is pumped for what is hands down the biggest match here in the WCF.
Zach Davis: Indeed. He’s fought champions before, but never on a stage as big as this, and never when the belt was on the line.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, your Television Champion . . .
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, the Television Championship glowing under the light as it rests on his shoulder.
Kyle Steel: From New York, New York, standing at six feet five inches and weighing in a two hundred and thirty pounds. He is 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 finally sliding into the ring.
Zach Davis: But what an opponent to have to face? Jonny Fly . . . I mean do I have to say anything besides just that name.
Gravedigger: Come on, Zach, don’t count Teo out yet. He’s got that lucha spirit flowing through his veins tonight and I for one know how that feels. When you put that mask on, everything just changes. You forget at times that you’re just a man.
Jonny Fly hands off the Television Championship to the ref, who holds it up for Teo and the crowd in Madison Square Garden to see it. Then handing it off, he calls the men forward to run through the rules with the pair as the arena buzzes around them. Teo bounces around in their little huddle while Fly stands stoic, watching his opponent. As the referee steps back, Teo holds his hand out for a handshake.
Zach Davis: Teo is showing his respect to the champ. There is no bad blood here, no men trying to kill each other. It’s just two men who have come to fight for the thousands of people here and to put on a damn good show doing it.
Freddy Whoa: Wrestling at its core, in my opinion.
And after a moment, Fly accepts the handshake to a loud pop from the crowd. Then the pair step back as the referee calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING
The pair advance on one another, Fly calling for a tie-up, but Teo being too hyped for that. The luchador kicks the outside of Fly’s leg, before evading a return swat from Fly. Indeed, Teo had the speed advantage, and he used that in the early going, invading Fly’s defensive bubble for a quick strike before darting out of reach. On the fourth such attempt, this time a kick in the abdomen, Fly allowed Teo to land the strike before pinning the leg against his torso with his arm. Then with a twist of his own body, Fly threw Teo to the mat with a dragonscrew legwhip, a rarely seen technique in the WCF ring. Teo hits the mat and almost immediately kips up, with Fly on his feet a second after.
Zach Davis: Fly grew tired of Teo’s kicks and used the man’s legs to his advantage.
Gravedigger: The champ wanted a tie-up and, as sad as it makes me to say this, Fly will force you into the situations he wants you in.
Indeed, Fly calls for a second tie-up and this time Teo obliges. The pair locked hands, using only their strength to maneuver into position. In this case, Fly had the advantage using his extra four inches and fifty pounds to bend Teo’s wrists back until he was on his knees. From there, Fly delivered one, two, three kicks into Teo’s chest before he put his elbow, which was still being bent against his will, in the way of Fly’s leg. Wiggling his right hand free, he used it to push himself off of his feet, into a spinning heel kick aimed for Jonny’s skull. The champ ducked under, though, while still maintaining his iron grip on Teo’s other arm, so that when Teo landed on both feet, his left arm was being held between his legs in a pseudo-pumphandle grip. Before Fly could use that to his advantage, though, Teo jumped, flipping forward, out of the pumphandle. The pair had been moved close enough to the ropes so Teo could extend out completely and bounce the back of his legs off the ropes like a slingshot. On the rebound, he twisted even more in the air, using Fly’s own grip to toss him to the mat in a lucha-style armdrag. Fly was on his feet within moments this time as well, with the crowd slowly getting into the display of athleticism.
Gravedigger: I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite as Mexican, save for maybe Tequila and Immigrant workers.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa dude, aren’t you Latino yourself?
Gravedigger: Gives me all the more reason to say something like that.
The pair advance a third time, locking up in the center of the ring again, leading to a quick Irish whip from Fly, sending Teo head on into the ropes. That was only inviting Teo to utilize his talents, so instead of taking the usual bounce back, the luchador used the momentum to springboard backwards. He lands on the balls of his feet so the force of the flip would carry him backwards, leading to a back elbow that sent Fly staggering backwards. Teo turned quickly to deliver a sharp knee to double the champ over, before charging the ropes perpendicular to the bent over Fly. On the rebound, Teo reaches out to grab Fly’s neck before leaping over him, spiking him to the mat with a rolling neckbreaker. The first pin of the night follows suit.
Zach Davis: Teo wasting no time and energy to try and win this match.
It would take more, though to put Fly down tonight. Pulling Jonny to his feet, he tries to whip the champ into the ropes, but Jonny was having none of it. A sharp uppercut shakes Teo up to the point that Fly was able to whip him into the ropes instead. One strike didn’t slow Teo down completely, though, as he was able to leap into a handstand just as he was about to rebound off the ropes. He was never given a chance, though, as Fly comes sliding in with two boots to the face!
Zach Davis: Fly read Teo’s mind and countered the handstand with a brutal baseball slide.
Fly climbs onto the apron from the outside while Teo was still laying facedown on the mat. Then using the ropes, he launched himself back into the ring with a springboard double-foot stomp right onto the left leg of Teo.
Zach Davis: It seems the champ has caught on to how to fight a highflyer: take out his legs.
Gravedigger: Jonny does the same kind of stuff, Zach. He already what to do, just hadn’t had a chance until now to actually do it.
Dragging Teo to the center of the ring, he wrapped the luchador’s leg around his own before falling onto his back in the ring, slamming the bent knee down with the force of his entire weight. A quick pin follows.
Fly expected as much from tactics as he rose to his feet, pulling Teo up to his feet. What he didn’t expect was the flurry of strikes from the luchador who landed shot after shot in the chest and stomach of the champ. Jonny took a step back, giving Teo the space he needed for a standing roundhouse kick. He hit only air, though, as Fly went below it with a chopblock against Teo’s left leg, the one he had been bracing on. Teo fell to one knee, a perfect position for Fly, who rolled to his feet, to delivered a DDT in the center of the ring. A second pin follows.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly taking a methodical approach to that leg, and its shown with his recent successes.
Fly pushes himself to his feet, heading immediately to the top rope. He stood tall, a possible Fly Swatter in mind, but before his eyes, Teo kips up to a pop from the crowd! Bad leg or not, Teo still had the speed to get to the corner before Fly could move, hitting the ropes with both hands, sending Fly crotch first into the top turnbuckle. Sitting here, his gonads on fire, Fly could do little but accept the enzuigiri that Teo landed, leaping from the mat to the top. Fly fell forward, landing on his back, rolling into a seated position. Teo shot the ropes, coming back with a low dropkick, snapping Fly’s neck to the mat. But Teo still was not done, though, shooting the ropes a second time and returning with a senton landing on Fly’s stomach one last time, rolling to his feet and to a loud pop from the crowd. Teo gestures to his waist, giving the championship belt gesture, only fueling the crowd even more.
Zach Davis: Teo is hot!
Gravedigger: He’s wasting a perfect opportunity for a pin, though. Fly didn’t become a champ by doing something like that.
By the time Teo was done hyping the crowd, Fly was already in a seated position again. Moving over to him, the luchador pulled Jonny to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Fly wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a rebound, though, wrapping his arms around the top rope to halt his momentum. It was Teo’s turn to be one step ahead, though, as he started running before Fly had even reached the ropes. As Fly stopped moving, Teo leaped over him, grabbing hold of Fly’s neck and head, before completing his rotation into a hangman, forcing the ring rope deep into Fly’s throat, the entire one hundred and eighty pounds of Teo using his head to dangle with his feet above the floor. And then Teo began to skin-the-cat.
Freddy Whoa: Holy shit, look at this kid.
Zach Davis: Fans, I want to reiterate that Teo del Sol is skinning-the-cat, but he isn’t using the ropes. No, he’s using Fly’s head pressed against that unforgiving ring rope to pull himself back up and over.
And indeed he did, pulling himself back up and over into a lungblower! Teo tucked his knees as he got behind Jonny, using the momentum to pull the champ straight down onto his two awaiting legs. Fly reaches for his throat, which had a red band around it, but Teo didn’t give him a chance as he went for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think I’ve seen anything so brutal, yet so beautiful, in my time here.
Gravedigger: Even the referee didn’t even bother to count the obvious misuse of the ropes. He could only stare in awe at the athleticism that is Teo del Sol.
Zach Davis: But Fly is still not done!
Fly rolls onto his side, still rubbing at the raw skin on his neck as Teo rests on his knees, looking at the referee to verify that it had been only two. With nothing else to do but keep going, Teo pulls Fly up and whips him into rope, falling into a crouched stance that signaled to the fans one deadly kick. And indeed the Habanero Hurricane followed on Fly’s rebound, but the champ slid under it! Popping up from his baseball slide, Fly wallops Teo with a brutal European uppercut before whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound, he caught Teo with a ring-shaking powerslam. Instead of going to the mat with the momentum, though, Fly modified his descent into a handstand, carrying him over to his feet, where he would proceed to leap up and come down with a Hulkesque leg drop that sent Madison Square Garden into a frenzy.
Zach Davis: I cannot believe it. Both men have been going above and beyond themselves in this match.
Freddy Whoa: And I don’t think either man is close to losing yet.
Fly didn’t go for the pin, though, instead rolling out of the ring and digging under the ring. He pulls out two chairs, a Kendo stick and a trash can lid—all of which he would proceed to toss into the ring, before he finds what he had been looking for: a bag of Hot Fries.
Freddy Whoa: And here we thought that Fly had forgotten that if he was disqualified, he’d lose his Television Title.
Gravedigger: Instead it’s just Fly being Fly.
The champ climbs onto the apron, munching away at the delectable treat, while the referee clears the rest of the ring of the weapons. Teo, who had gotten his footing, shoots the ropes and comes back, hoping to knock Fly to the floor while he was distracted, but Jonny’s in-ring awareness kicked in. When Teo was close enough, Fly drove his shoulder through the second and third rope into Teo’s stomach, before smashing the open bag of Hot Fries into the challenger’s face!
Freddy Whoa: The Hot Fly!
Zach Davis: And all while the referee’s back was turned.
Gravedigger: The other weapons had been a distraction from the beginning.
With Teo blinded, it was easy for Fly to pull the luchador onto his shoulders while he was still standing on the apron. Then, with a thousand flashes of cameras around the arena around him at once, he slammed Teo onto the apron with a brutal Death Valley Driver.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly just tried to kill the competition right there.
Gravedigger: Looked pretty, but he cannot got for the pin with Teo lying dead on the outside.
That last bit was a little inaccurate, as Teo was already stirring outside the ring, though he was moving much slower than he had been in the beginning of the match. Fly, who was still lying on the edge of the apron, rolled completely into the ring and pushed himself to his feet. At the rate it was going, Teo was probably going to be counted out, but Fly was having none of it and neither were the fans. With a loud pop, Fly shoots the ropes just at the moment Teo reached his feet on the outside, rebounding and leaping up and over the top rope with a suicide dive into the awaiting arms of Teo, taking them both to the ground.
Gravedigger: Now both of them are dead. Fucking idiots.
And at first, as the referee began to count them out, his shouts inaudible over the intensity of the crowd, but both men were already stirring by the number three. With adrenaline as their only fuel left, the two begin to push themselves to their feet. By five they were on their knees, by seven their feet. They stumbled, almost carrying each other really to the apron as close as they were to each other, before both rolling under the ropes at nine, before pushing themselves to their feet.
Zach Davis: And they are back where they started, two men standing in the center of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: This ain’t no start, Zach. These men have been to hell and back, only to realize there was still a ways to go.
And so the two men went the old school route of slugging each other in the middle of the ring, with the crowd cheering with each landed blow by their favorite. Fly, Teo. Teo, Fly. And then Fly, Fly, Fly as the champ began to take control of the situation, hitting Teo across the face with blow after blow. A final uppercut left him staggering in the ring, with Fly shooting the ropes. And Teo was there, right beside him, not as stunned as Fly presumed. They both jumped, springboarding off the middle rope, and in mid-air, Teo twisted and hit Fly under the jaw with a lariat! The pair landed and Teo went for the pin.
Zach Davis: This could do it!
Teo del Sol is absolutely stunned as Fly kicks out and rolls onto his side, as he had been a split-second away from being champ. Fly begins to push himself to his feet, so Teo gets up before him, crouched, ready. And then he strikes.
Zach Davis: Habanero Hurricane!
Freddy Whoa: But Fly evades it again!
Indeed, Fly ducked the spinning heel kick, allowing the challenger to spin through the technique, before grabbing Teo around the waist and German suplexing him into the corner turnbuckle. Fly had grabbed him lower than a normal suplex, so Teo was left standing in the corner afterwards in a perfect set up for the next strike. Fly moves off to the opposite side of the ring, before charging back in with a jarring body splash, followed by the signature European Uppercut to the throat.
Freddy Whoa: If F. Gary Gary could rename that move, it’d be called Straight Outta Fly!
Zach Davis: After the Discus Fly, Jonny goes for what should be the final pin for the night.
Gravedigger: Nope! The Latino blood is still flowing in that one.
It was Jonny Fly’s turn to look shocked at the turn of events; Teo had survived everything he had thrown at him. Well almost anything.
Zach Davis: Fly ascends the top rope. It is time for The Fly Swatter.
Fly stands tall, leaping at the very moment that Teo del Sol kipped up to everyone’s surprise. Fly barreled forward, Teo tensed. Fly got within range, Teo spun. They collided.
Gravedigger: Habanero Hurricane. Fly just got his block knocked off.
Fly crumpled to the mat, eyes to the lights above, as Teo rolled out onto the apron. There was no gesturing to the crowd, no wasting of any time. From apron to top rope and top rope to Jonny Fly, Teo del Sol came crashing down with the biggest Habanero High Dive of his career. He hooked the leg while the crowd counted along with the referee.
Zach Davis: Teo . . . Teo del Sol has done it.
Gravedigger: UPSET OF THE CENTURY!
The referee grabs the Television Title from a ringside official and hands it to Teo, who immediately drops to his knees and clutches the belt. The crowd is giving him a standing ovation as Fly rolls out of the ring and heads to the back. Teo stands up and raises the Television Title over his head.
Crowd: TE-O! TE-O! TE-O!
Revenge goes to a promo for the World Title Match later as Teo exits the ring and celebrates with the fans.
WCF United States Title Match
ISAIAH CHAVIS vs DAVID SANCHEZ
ISAIAH CHAVIS vs DAVID SANCHEZ
The bell rings a few times, as the ring crew begins to set up a thick barred cage around the ring apron.
Zach Davis: Here is one the crowd has been waiting for! David Sanchez and Isaiah Chavis meet in Hardcore Hell.
Freddy Whoa: That’s right! Before we get to it, why don’t you remind everyone what this match entails Zach.
Zach Davis: Well first we set up the inner cage around the ring, then the larger cell is lowered to the floor. Finally, nine weapons are affixed to the roof of the cell, just waiting for the competitors to climb up and grab them.
Gravedigger: This is a match Waylon Cash introduced into the WCF back in 2012, and since then we have seen it shorten several careers. The nine weapons chosen by the competitors tonight are a pair of handcuffs, a bolt cutter, a brick, a back of tacks, a chair, a lead pipe, a logger’s chain, A pair of brass knuckles, and a crown of thorns.
Zach Davis I expect this one to be brutality personified.
The workers finish setting up the cage, and the cell slowly begins to lower. Once that is in place, ring crew members run into the ring, and begins hanging the nine weapons from the ceiling. Once they are out, Kyle Steel enters the ring to begin the introductions.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a Hardcore Hell match, and it is for the United States Championship!
The crowd erupts.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring first, your challenger…
“Whoop Whoop” by Twiztid begins to play, and the camera searches the crowd for Isaiah Chavis. When it can’t find him, it turns back toward the entrance ramp to see a delivery truck with a Faygo logo plastered on the side begin to drive slowly down the ramp. On top stands Isaiah Chavis with cases of the soda, tossing them to members of the audience. He cracks open a two liter and sprays it all over the front row, as the crowd cheers.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Detroit Michigan… he stands five feet, eleven inches tall, and weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds… he is the Juggalo Warrior… Isaiah Chavis!
The crowd cheers as he tosses out the last few sodas, and hops down the front of the truck.
Gravedigger: I just don’t get this guy. One week he’s crucifying Sanchez, the next week he’s smiling and spraying Faygo on people!
Zach Davis: Perhaps I’m giving the challenger too much credit here, but it seems like he’s playing mind games, trying to confuse and upset Sanchez.
Gravedigger: Does he really think that’s gonna work?
Zach Davis: Worked on you.
Isaiah eyes up the structure with a small grin on his face, walking around it once before climbing in. He does a few turns in the ring, smiling up at the weapons, as his music stops. It’s quickly replaced by “Out of the Black” by Royal Blood. The crowd boos loudly, as a bright light begins to emanate from behind the curtains.
Kyle Steel: And your champion… hailing from Mexico City, New Mexico. He stands six feet, three inches tall and weighs two hundred and thirty three pounds. He is your United States Champion… “The Plague” David Sanchez!
Suddenly the music stops with a record scratch, and is replaced by a choir singing the hallelujah chorus. Sacnhez steps out, and immediately the booing gets louder. Even with the bright backlight, the crowd sees that he is wearing a long, white robe, and a plastic crown of thorns. He has small rivers of red paint meant to look like blood running down his forehead. When he holds out his hands, we can see the painted stigmata marks on his palms.
Zach Davis: Well this is just going a bit too far.
Freddy Whoa: I know he loves the messiah label, but this is unacceptable. We have sponsors to think about.
Gravedigger: I love it!
Sanchez slowly walks down the ramp, his arms outstretched. The crowd throws garbage at him as they shout their displeasure, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He makes his way up the stairs, and enters into the structure. He walks out into the middle of the ring, and throws open the robes, revealing the United States title wrapped around his waist. Over the word “champion” is a piece of white tape with the word “savior” written on it. The crowd’s anger gets even louder as the ref removes it from his torso. David also takes off the plastic crown of thorns and hands it off to the ref. Before he can remove the robe, Isaiah jumps him from behind with a shot to the back of the head. Sanchez hits the ground and the ref signals for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: And the match is on before Sanchez can even get his robes off.
Freddy Whoa: Hey, hey decided to come out dressed like that, and Isaiah took advantage. It sounds like these fans are loving it!
Chavis stomps on David’s back, and brings him to his feet. He whips the man across the ring, sending him face first into the inner cage. Sanchez falls back, and Isaiah picks him up again, whipping him into the opposite cage wall. Sanchez falls again, and this time Isaiah throws his fist in the air and lets out a shout. The crowd erupts. Chavis goes to climb the ropes and grab one of the weapons, but Sanchez is up quicker than expected. He grabs the Juggalo Warrior and tosses him halfway across the ring. Isaiah has no chance to get up before Sanchez dives on him and hits him with several right hands.
Zach Davis: This match started quick!
Gravedigger: Thanks to a cheap shot from Chavis!
Sanchez stands, and drags Isaiah to his feet, slamming his face into the steel bars of the cage. Isaiah fals backward, and Sanchez throw his hands up. The crowd boos. Chavis gets to his feet rather quickly, and Sanchez runs at him. Chavis thinks quick and hits him with an arm drag. They both pop up, and Sanchez runs at Chavis again. this time Chavis hits a hip toss, and before Sanchez can pop up, he drops a quick leg across the man’s throat. Sanchez rolls to the side of the cage, as Isaiah jumps up and runs to the ropes. He climbs up and immediately grabs the lead pipe.
Zach Davis: And the first weapon of the night is in play!
Sanchez stands up, and gets nailed in the gut with the pipe. He doubles over, and Chavis brings it down across his spine. Sanchez hits the mat, and Chavis straddles his back, placing the bar across his opponent’s throat, and yanking back.
Freddy Whoa: Well, that’s not nice, but it’s perfectly legal.
Gravedigger: We’re a few minutes in, and I already get the feeling that one of these men will not make it to Slam next week.
Chavis puts pressure on the front of his throat, and Sanchez starts to turn blue. He reaches back and claws at Chavis’s eyes, forcing him to let go. Isaiah stumbles back, dropping the pipe, allowing Sanchez to gasp for breath. Isaiah uses the cage to pull himself up quickly, but not quickly enough. As soon as he hits his feet, he is sandwiched into the cage by a running splash from David Sanchez. Isaiah stumble right into an overhead belly to belly suplex. Sanchez pops up and throws out his arms, showing off the painted stigmata marks once again.
Zach Davis: The fans showing their displeasure. Someone should notify them that it is literally impossible to hit Sanchez with garbage right now.
Sanchez picks Isaiah up, and hits him with a snap suplex into the side of the cage. Chavis hits the ground, and Sanchez covers him.
...No! Chavis kicks out. Sanchez wastes no time in picking him up, and going for a german suplex into the cage. Isaiah locks his foot around David’s to prevent it, and then quickly moves behind him, hitting him with a side russian leg sweep. The back of Sanchez’s head slams into the bars. He falls to the mat, his eyes half closed.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh. It looks like Sanchez is out.
Freddy Whoa: Isaiah sees it too.
Chavis quickly drags him to the ropes, and springboards off the second rope. He goes for the Carnival of Carnage, but Sanchez moves. Isaiah sees it after the first flip, and manages to land on his feet. Sanchez rolls to the wall and stands as the fans applaud the back and forth. They sprint toward each other. Sanchez swings, and Isaiah ducks it. They bounce off opposite ropes, and on the way back Isaiah swings, but Sanchez ducks. They bounce off the ropes one more time, and both go for cross body blocks. They collide rib cage to rib cage, and collapse to the ground.
Zach Davis: Fantastic back and forth from these two. Neither wants to give any ground, and it seems pretty even thus far.
Gravedigger: Just wait. Sanchez is gonna unleash on this tool.
Both men slowly get to their feet, and begin trading right hands. Sanchez backs Chavis into the wall, and whips him into the opposite ropes. On the way back, Sanchez ducks down for a back body drops, but Isaiah uses the momentum to spring up and grab the cage. He rips the brass knuckles down, and slides them over his fingers. Sanchez grabs him, but Isaiah kicks him back, and comes off the ropes with an armored fist to David’s forehead. The first trickle of real blood can be seen, as Sanchez has been busted open. He falls to the ground, and Isaiah goes for a pin.
...No! Sanchez kicks out. Isaiah pulls him to his feet, and swings with the brass knuckles again. Sanchez ducks it this time, and spins Isaiah around, before hitting him with a back suplex. The brass knucks go flying out of the cage, and Sanchez takes a moment to regain his bearing, as Isaiah lays on the mat.
Zach Davis: Still no clear leader in this match.
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez is the first to bleed though. That’s gotta do something to you.
Gravedigger: Yeah, and Sanchez is the kind of guy where it only pisses him off.
The blood begins to stain the collar of Sanchez’s robes, as he slowly gets to his feet. He walks over to the wall of the cage, and climbs it, bringing the crown of thorns down from the ceiling. He walks around Isaiah, as Chavis slowly stands. With a sadistic smile, Sanchez slides the crown down over his head.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is he doing?
Gravedigger: Something amazing.
Isaiah gets to his feet, as Sanchez reels back and hits him with a headbutt. The thorns dig into both men’s foreheads, causing fresh blood to drip from both of them. Sanchez hits another headbutt, and Isaiah drops to the ground, trickles of crimson mixing with his black and white face paint. Sanchez walks over to the corner, and climbs to the top,a s the crowd goes silent. He leaps off, going for a diving headbutt. Chavis rolls out of the way at the last second, causing Sanchez to crash crown first to the canvas.
Zach Davis: My god! A big miss for Sanchez, and that crown is going to be firmly embedded in his skull at this point. He’s a mad man.
Chavis slowly gets up, and climbs the ropes again, this time bringing down the handcuffs. He walks over, and shackles Sanchez to the bar on the cage just as he’s starting to stand. Isaiah then climbs once more, and grabs the bolt cutters. He makes his way to the door of the cage, as David thrashes and pulls, trying to get free. Chavis cuts the the chain holding the door shut, and makes his way to the floor.
Freddy Whoa: The first door is open. They can now use that cell to do basically whatever they want.
Isaiah isn’t interested in the cell just yet. He pulls back the skirt of the ring, and begins digging underneath it. He quickly pulls out his tightly wrapped barbed wire kendo stick. The crowd applauds loudly when they see it. Chavis gets back into the ring, and taunts Sanchez a bit, who is still desperately trying to break free. Isaiah raises the stick above his head, and Sanchez flails, kicking forward, and knocking Isaiah’s legs out from under him. He stretches, reaching for the bolt cutters, but they’re just out of reach.
Zach Davis: Sanchez can kick all he wants. If he can’t get loose from those handcuffs, he’s eventually going to get brutalized.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, I don’t see this going well if those handcuffs stay on.
Gravedigger: That’s what she said.
Isaiah gathers himself, and swing with the cane again, but this time Sanchez catches it in his palm. The barbs dig into his flesh, as he holds the weapon back. He yanks on it, sending Chavis face first into the bars. Isaiah falls back onto the mat, and Sanchez uses the kendo stick to pulls the bolt cutters to him. He quickly cuts himself free, and jumps to his feet, brandishing the barbed wire kendo stick. He raises it up, and brings it down hard on Isaiah’s back, his jersey sticking to the barbs as it’s pulled away. Sanchez hits him with it a couple more times, before dropping a headbutt on Isaiah’s ribs, connecting with the thorny crown.
Gravedigger: If this keeps up, Isaiah’s gonna have more holes than a pin cushion.
With a grimace of pain, Sanchez pulls the crown from his skull, and tosses it into the corner. Several holds have been poked in his flesh. Rivers of blood begin to totally cover his face. Sanchez drags Isaiah to the cage, and presses his face against the bottom. He then puts his boot into the back of Isaiah’s skull, and uses the ropes to gain leverage to press forward. Isaiah flails, as the crowd shouts their displeasure. Sanchez lifts Isaiah up, and grabs him by the back of the head, before running him across the ring and smashing his face into the cage bars. Isaiah hits the mat, and Sanchez goes for the pin.
...3No! Isaiah gets the shoulder up. Sanchez pounds the mat, and drags Isaiah to his feet. He whips Isaiah across the ring, but instead of hitting the ropes, he jumps and grabs onto the cage. He climbs quickly and grabs the chair, so that by the time Sanchez runs over to meet him, he jumps down, spins around, and slams the steel into David’s head. Sanchez stumbles back, and Isaiah jumps up, hitting a dropkick on the chair, and sending it into Sanchez’s face. David falls back, and this time it’s Isaiah’s turn to go for the pin.
...No! Sanchez kicks out.
Zach Davis: It looked like Sanchez had the upper hand, but we’re getting more back and forth in this brutal match.
Isaiah grabs the chair again, but this time he begins climbing the ropes. The crowd gets louder as he gets to the top, and waits for Sanchez to stand up. Once he does, Isaiah tosses him the chair, and immediately hits a front flip senton into it. Sanchez falls, and Isaiah lands on him, sandwiching David’s head between the mat and the steel. Chavis spins around and covers Sanchez.
No! Sanchez manages to kick out at the last second. In anger, Chavis jumps up, grabbing the barbed wire kendo stick. He lifts it, and brings it down across Sanchez’s back over and over, tearing away at his now red robes. Once they are in tatters, much like the skin on David’s back, Chavis tosses away the kendo stick, and begins to climb for the brick. Sanchez sees this, and dives out of desperation, knocking Chavis down from the ropes. He lands on his head, and stays on the mat, barely moving.
Zach Davis: A desperation moves from Sanchez leads to a shift in the tides. Now Sanchez is climbing for the brick, and Isaiah can’t stop him.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to get bad. I don’t even know why the WCF officials allowed that weapon in there.
Sanchez backs all the way across the ring, and crouches, waiting for Isaiah to stand up. When he does, Sanchez runs at him and swings hard with the brick. It collides with Isaiah skull with a sickening crack, as the brick shatters and flies in all different directions. Isaiah crumbles to the mat totally unconscious, the new wound dripping blood at an incredible rate.
Gravedigger: Holy shit… that brick might have caved in Isaiah’s skull!
Sanchez stands with a vicious smile on his face. He circles Isaiah, taking his time.
Zach Davis: Just pin him already and let the medics take care of him! He’s out!
David climbs out of the ring, and pulls a table from underneath it. He throws it through the cage door, before following. He takes his time setting up the table, Chavis not moving. He tears down the logger’s chain, and the back of tacks. First he lays the chain over the table so it covers most of it, and then pours the back of tacks out on top of it all. Slowly, he drags Isaiah to the top rope, and lifts him into a suplex position.
Zach Davis: He wouldn’t.
Gravedigger: He would!
Sanchez drops back, and hits a top rope brainbuster onto the table, chain and tacks. Both men lay on the mat as the crowd falls silent. Tacks stick in the back of both their heads, but only one of them is unconscious. With great effort, Sanchez rolls over and covers Chavis.
Kyle Steel: Your winner, and STILL WCF United States Champion... David Sanchez.
Sanchez slowly rises to his feet. Tattered, blood stained robe hang from his torso, as he walks over to the corner and grabs the crown of thorns. He puts it back on his head, and lets out a primal scream. Blood pours down his face as he holds the US title up. The cell begins to rise, allowing Sanchez to climb out of the cage and stumble his way to the back.
Zach Davis: What we witnessed here today was something I hope I never see again. Pure brutality on a massive scale.
Freddy Whoa: And Isaiah Chavis still isn’t moving.
The medics rush to the ring, and jump through the cage door as ring techs rush to tear it down. A blonde haired man jumps out of the crowd, and runs into the cage, dropping to his knees by Isaiah’s side.
Freddy Whoa: Who is that?
Zach Davis: If I’m not mistaken, that's Isaiah’s boyfriend William Blake.
The medics push William away so they can gingerly moves Isaiah to the side of the ring, and put him on a stretcher. William follows them all the way up the ramp, tears in his eyes.
Freddy Whoa: Well, we can only hope Isaiah is ok. That was an unsettling scene.
Revenge goes to a promo for WAR.
Zach Davis: Well I don't know about you guys, but I-
Zach is cut off as the lights in the arena go out. The big screen flickers as the audience becomes hushed. A video package begins to play showing 4 ghostly figures riding horses as a city on fire burns in the background.
Gravedigger: What the hell is this?
As the riders draw closer, they become more recognizable as the 4 Horsemen of the Apocalypse. One by one they fade out as they approach the camera until only one remains...War. The screen then goes black until writing appears.
The lights in the arena flicker back on as the image on the screen fades away.
Zach Davis: What in the heck was that?
Freddy Whoa: Well obviously that was a reference to the upcoming WAR Pay Per View. But who is making it?
Gravedigger: Oh great, more mystery.
Revenge fades out to a promo for the WCF Network.
DOUG MURDOCK/JONNY FLY SEGMENT
Jonny Fly comes out of the Locker Room dressed in his street clothes and ready to depart the building. As he walks past the restrooms, he stops to take a sip of water from the water fountain, as Doug "The Thug" Murdock, also dressed in his street clothes, sees Jonny Fly and says...
Doug Murdock: Well, if it isn't Mr. Jonny Fly Away Like A Cowardly Bitch!
Jonny Fly: Fuck... Look kid, I'm really not in the fuc...
Doug Murdock: Like I give a shit what you want...
Jonny Fly: Kid, back up off of me...
Doug ignores Fly, who pushes off on Doug. Doug responds by shoving Jonny Fly backwards into the opposite wall. Fly rears back and takes a swing at Murdock, who ducks, as Jonny Fly slams his fist into the brick wall behind Doug Murdock. An audible crack can be heard, as Fly yells out in pain, before Doug looks at Fly.
Fly looks at Murdock, still ready to fight despite whatever damage he did to his had punching the wall. Rather, Doug waves Fly off, as he backs off, before leaving the scene. Fly grimaces in pain, as he leaves the scene of the incident. Revenge goes to a final promo for the World Title.
WCF World Title Match
THOMAS BATES vs DUNE
THOMAS BATES vs DUNE
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger . . .
The loud sound of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle blares over the PA system. It soon fades, and is replaced with "Midnight Rider" by the Allman Brothers Band as the titanron begins showing clips of the Dark Riders Gang MC riding in columns with Bates at the lead. Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage and begins walking towards the ring with a focused look. The titron shows the motorcycle images replaced with images of Bates fighting in the ring, highlighting his power moves from his previous matches, ending with Bates throwing Gemini Battle thirty feet in the air and into the fifth row of the crowd. Bates walks around the ring before turning his attention to the ramp with an intense look.
Kyle Steel: From Memphis, Tennessee, standing at six feet nine inches and weighing in at four hundred and thirty pounds. He is The Impassable Mountain, Thomas Uriel BATES!
Gravedigger: Ole Tubby is looking to squash a World Champion tonight.
Freddy Whoa: And if you aren’t quiet, Digger, he’ll crush a former World Champ while he’s at it. So by all means, keep talking.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, your WCF WORLD CHAMPION!
The lights flicker to black and the opening chords of Angelo Badalamenti's "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights just beyond the entrance. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience as Dune clears the curtain and emerges from the smoke, World Championship belted around his waist. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUUUNE!
He slides into the ring and is quick to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, testing the ropes and stretching a bit, then he makes his way to the center. He grabs the collar of his tactical vest with both hands and looks out into the crowd as each corner-post issues a final hiss of smoke before the lights come on again. He makes his way to the corner, sliding out of his vest and dropping it outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Two very serious men have entered the ring, looking to prove something. Dune looks to prove that his name deserves to be up there with the other greats from the past. Bates is here to prove he was deserving of this match in the first place. But the facts, the truth, will only be there at the end of the night.
Freddy Whoa: The ring just isn’t big enough for the two of them, Zach.
Bates steps into the center of the ring, holds his arms across, and gives his battle cry at Dune, the force of the crowd behind him; Dune doesn’t even flinch. Undoing the belt at his waist, Dune steps forward, spreading his own arms out, the World Championship dangling in his right arm outstretched as far as it will go. The pair stare each other down as the crowd goes ballistic. Though Bates had four inches and a hundred plus pounds, the two men stood on equal footing tonight.
Gravedigger: A mountain versus a sandstorm. Mother Earth herself have sent two of her finest warriors into the WCF tonight to wage a war fit for the heavens.
Zach Davis: And all the while, Lightning himself watches backstage, waiting to see who he will face at WAR. He, and thousands of fans here in Madison Square Garden, along with thousands more around the world. Why? To witness greatness, nature itself, in the flesh.
The referee for the evening takes the belt from Dune’s outstretched hand, holding it high for the crowd to see, eliciting a second pop. Then, passing it off to ringside staff, he steps back between the pair, running over the rules for the fight as they continue to weigh each other up. Neither man listen much to the rundown, though given their adherence to the rules, it wouldn’t be an issue. This was going to be a clean fight, one without a slimmer of a doubt who deserved the victory.
Zach Davis: The referee steps back and calls for the bell. Our Main Event tonight for Revenge is officially a go!
DING DING DING
Dune immediately bitch slaps Bates.
Freddy Whoa: The champ showing Thomas exactly how he feels about Bates being in this match.
Gravedigger: He had been waiting a month to give that to Flash. Least he could do was give it to the man who took his chance away.
Bates shoves Dune in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards. Dune keeps his balance, though, using the aid to hit the ropes back first, rebounding forward with a flying haymaker in mind. But Bates moves his head out of the way and catches Dune in mid-air, holding him in a bear hug position. Instead of bothering with the useless submission, though, Bates barrels forward, carrying Dune back first into the nearest turnbuckle. Pinned there, Bates repeatedly slams the champ into the corner, pinning him between the metal and four hundred pounds of solid flesh. Dune finally gets his arms free from Bate’s tight grip, proceeding him give the big man bell claps across the ears until he drops him to the mat.
Zach Davis: I hope for the fans are ready for this. Wrestling may go out of the windows in exchange for heavy hitting sequences.
Dropping low, Dune slams his chest into the stomach of Bates, using his lower leverage to push the big man out of the corner into the center of the ring. Bates finally plants his feet, stopping the forward momentum, before slamming his heavy hands into Dune’s exposed back. A second double-axe handle sends the champ to his knees, before a final knee strike puts him to the mat, with a pinfall to follow.
Zach Davis: Even with the heavy hits from the challenger, its still going to take a lot more than that to do more than keep Dune down for three seconds.
Dune rolls onto his stomach, pushing himself to his feet at about the same time Bates returns to his own. Shooting the ropes, Dune comes back with a shoulder thrust that does nothing but bounce off the big man. Bates tries for a straight punch, but Dune ducks under it, delivering a three-strike combo to the stomach, before stepping out of reach and shooting the ropes a second time. This time, his shoulder thrust moves the big man, if only for a brief moment. Dune, unfazed, shoots the rope a third time. Bates was prepared this time, though, getting a big boot in the air waiting for the champ’s rebound. Dune, though, foreseeing the impact, goes under the awaiting foot, hitting the plant leg with a chopblock in hopes to bring the big man to his knees.
Gravedigger: The champ is finally pursuing the gameplan to deal with any giant. When you fight a tree, you have to cut him down at the base, and that means the legs.
Even then, Bates, only dropped to one knee, and was already trying to push himself to the feet. Dune shoots the ropes, though, coming back with a stiff lariat that stops Thomas’ progress. Backing up, Dune points at his opponent once, before shooting the ropes a final time, coming back with a running Tornado kick that finally put the big man onto his back, with pin to follow.
Freddy Whoa: Dune breaks out Dust Devil early in hopes to wear Bates down.
Zach Davis: Even then, Bates is still throwing Dune off of him to break the pin.
Bates rolls onto his side, shaking the cobwebs out of his head from the stiff kick, while Dune starts taking it to him with stomps and knee strikes, hoping to keep the challenger down on the ground. Bates pushes himself to his feet regardless; once there, Dune hopes to stun him with a brutal haymaker, but Bates gets his thick forearm in the way to block it. Then, with surprising speed, Bates grabs the arm of Dune, pulling the champ into a short-arm clothesline that nearly knocks the man’s boots of him!
Zach Davis: With a smaller man, that would’ve knocked the head clean off of the shoulders!
Freddy Whoa: The champ had the awareness to roll out of the ring to take away the pin opportunity. Though he probably should’ve gotten a little further from the ring . . .
Indeed, as soon as Dune landed on the mat, he rolled under the bottom rope, landing on his concrete feet-first right beside the apron. A safe spot if one were facing anyone but Goliath’s son, who with his long arms, was able to reach over the top rope and grab Dune by the head. Then, with a display of his great strength, he lifted the champ up off of the concrete, placing him on the apron on the outside and pulling him back against the top rope so his chest was protruding out. Holding his right hand up for dramatic effect, the challenger proceeds to light up Dune’s chest with a chop that was heard around the entirety of the arena.
Gravedigger: I think I felt that one.
Dune clutches at his chest in agony, turning on the apron so he wasn’t draped over the rope anymore. Which suited Bates just fine, who threw Dune’s arm over his neck, lifting the champ off of the apron into a vertical suplex that drew a pop from the crowd. Taking a few steps back so they were away from the ropes, Bates proceeds to lift Bates up and down a few times, before falling back with a ring shaking slam. It was a quick transition to a pin from there.
Zach Davis: Dune is by no means a small man, until you put him in the grip of Thomas Bates.
Bates pushes himself to his feet before shooting the ropes himself, coming with an elbow drop that hits mat as Dune rolls away. Dune mounts the now downed giant, hitting him across the forehead with haymaker after haymaker, until Bates wraps his arms around the champ and begins to stand, holding Dune up in a powerbomb position. Dune’s heavy strikes keep raining down, though, until Bates finally stops once he has both knees under him. Dune keeps hitting him until the challenger’s grip is loose enough and then, shifting his weight, flips backward, slamming Bate’s head to the mat with a Frakensteiner Driver. Then, with a heave, he rolls the big man onto his back to capitalize on the pin opportunity.
Freddy Whoa: Burrower!
Still Bates finds the strength to throw Dune off of him, much to the awe of the crowd. Dune quickly rolls to his feet, moving over to pull Thomas to his feet. Then stepping behind the challenger, it was the champ’s turn to amaze the crowd as Dune somehow gets Bate’s off of his feet, taking him over with a release German suplex!
Gravedigger: I think I would’ve broken something if I had even attempted something like that.
Freddy Whoa: That’s ‘cause your old.
The crowd are hyped after that display of strength from the champ, only intensified after he steps over to the corner, using the ropes to pull himself to his top. Perched high, he waits in silent watch, for Bates to start getting to his feet; the challenger has other ideas, though, rolling under the ring and landing on the concrete outside. Not to leave the crowd unsatisfied, Dune shifts his footing and launches himself backwards, landing on Thomas Bates with a moonsault that absolutely tore the house down.
Zach Davis: Dune is going above and beyond, literally, to bring that World Title back home with to the Mojave. The men are both down on the outside.
Dune was quick to his feet, though, having landed most of his body atop the awaiting Bates. Even the challenger wasn’t long in staying on the ground, already stirring before the referee even began his count. Dune only shakes his head as he grabs Bates around the head, putting him into the inverted full nelson that preceded the sickening double-arm DDT onto the thinly-padded concrete!
Gravedigger: I think Dune busted Bates open with that brutal move.
And to the crowd’s enjoyment, when Dune pulled Bates’ head off the mat, a small pile of blood was left from the laceration that had opened up on his forehead. With a heave, Dune gets Bates to his feet enough to force himself back into the ring, following close behind to go for the pin with as little delay as possible.
With the closest pinfall yet, Dune still hadn’t dealt enough damage to the big man to put him away. The fans start calling, in unison, for the top rope again, begging for the high impact move that only these two men could provide. Dune, hearing them, obliges. Pulling Bates to his feet, he drags the still groggy giant over to the corner, stepping up until his feet were on top again. Pulling Bates up, with some difficulty so he was in position, Dune tried to put the challenger into the double-underhook hold.
Zach Davis: Bates is free, Bates is free!
Freddy Whoa: Headbutt! Oh my goodness what a headbutt.
Bates pulled his head away from the champs, leaving a bloody imprint where their skulls had collided, before putting his feet back on solid ground. Then grabbing a chunk of pants leg while placing the other palm on Dune’s chest, Thomas Bates lifts the champ into the Military Press position. With three slow steps, Bates proceeds to press him in the center of the ring, an homage to his father. On the third press, Bates throws Dune forward into a gutbuster that yielded a flinch from the entire front row watching.
Gravedigger: Could The Memphis Giant Slam be enough as Thomas tries to put this away with a pin.
Bates pushes himself to his knees, verifying with a certainty that it hadn’t been three; then, from his vantage point, be began to scan the crowd, with wherever his knees landing beginning to cheer. When he tapped the top of his boot with a single finger, the pop was beyond imagining.
Zach Davis: That can only mean one thing, WCF Universe: Bate’s Boot.
Gravedigger: Oh how literal that statement actually sounded. It is indeed, after much observation, the man’s boot.
Pushing himself to his feet, Bates grabs Dune by the head, pulling him to his feet. Then, with a massive Irish Whip, the challenger plants himself for the front kick to come. And indeed it does, as Dune rebounds.
Freddy Whoa: Bate’s Boot!
Zach Davis: But Dune slides under it! The big man hit the deck fast to evade the kick that ends all.
Gravedigger: Dune pops up behind Bates, kicking at Thomas’ plant leg until he drops to his knee.
Freddy Whoa: Dune quickly shoots the ropes.
Zach Davis: Boom, Dust Devil to the back of the head. But no pin.
Gravedigger: That’s because Thomas Bates has fallen into a pit of Quicksand.
An elevated, double-leg, Boston Crab in the center of the ring, with two hundred and seventy six pounds pressing down on Bates’ legs and lower back. The crowd are popping with each wrench from Dune, adding pressure to the challenger, hoping to make him tap. And as the seconds began to grow, it was looking that that would be the outcome. Until Bates pushed himself off the mat in a feat of dexterity unheard of for a man his size. And then, like the very crab his current predicament was named for, he began to drag himself towards the ropes, carrying a shocked Dune along with him.
Zach Davis: This is utterly unbelievable.
Before Bates is able to reach the ropes, though, Dune loosens his hold so he can drag Thomas back into the center of the ring. A bad move on the champ’s part, as Bates is able to roll himself over, putting himself on his back. From there, he kicks wildly, planting both boots into Dune’s chest, sending him back into the ropes. Dune comes back on the rebound, hoping to capitalize on his opponent’s downed status, but this quickly backfires, as Bates sends the champ to the mat with a drop toehold. Then quickly getting to his feet—probably the fastest the big man had ever moved in his life—he drove one giant foot into the back of Dune’s skull, pinning it to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Dune . . . Dune is lucky to be alive from something like that. Giants don’t just step on heads without popping them.
Bates for the pin, rolling a seemingly unconscious Dune onto his back as the crowd watches, silent.
Gravedigger: But the champ is not only alive, he’s still in this match.
Bates can only stare at Dune and at the referee, dumbfounded that after all of that, he still hadn’t scored the pinfall. Again, he looks around the ring, finally locking on the eyes on the corner; the fans catch onto this thinking, and nothing stopped them as they slowly began to stand, not wanting to miss what came next.
Zach Davis: I can only hope Thomas Bates isn’t thinking what everyone else is.
Freddy Whoa: It’s the only way at this point. To the heavens they ascend.
Bates grabs Dune by the head, pulling him over to the corner; then, to the loudest pop of the night, Bates begins to climb, back against the corner, to the top rope. Even that is a little too much for the big man, who has to stop at the middle rope, putting Dune into the full nelson from there.
Gravedigger: We’re going to see The Badge from a different angle tonight.
But Dune comes alive, flailing and slamming elbows wildly in Bates to slip free of the submission. Turning to face his opponent, Dune mounts the turnbuckle, holding a single fist in the air until before delivering a massive haymaker to the top of Bates’ head. Nine more would follow, while the entire Madison Square Garden counted along, with the final one getting the loudest pop of all. Bates slumps, moving underneath Dune’s open legs, hoping to slip out of the corner. Dune allowed this, only to grab Bates from his perch above, pulling him back to him.
Zach Davis: Fans, we’re will not be deprived of our high octane action tonight. The question is do we need to see it?
Freddy Whoa/Gravedigger: Fuck yes, Zach.
With strength beyond what was normally seen from Dune, he hauled Bates to the middle rope from his standing position on the top rope, putting Bates into a double underhook position. Then, with the entire arena on their feet, Dune forced the four hundred pound giant up into the Double Underhook Powerbomb before leaping off, the pair crashing to the mat with an explosion, first from eighteen thousand fans, then from the ring as it imploded in on itself from the impact.
Freddy Whoa: Sandstorm from above! Dune somehow hit it from the top rope!
Gravedigger: Rest in Peace, WCF ring circa 2015.
Dune drags himself over to unmoving Bates, somehow hooking one of the legs while the referee, who had been in perfect position from being knocked to his feet from the ring breaking, counted the pinfall.
Zach Davis: DUNE RETAINS!
"The Pink Room" hits the arena speakers as the referee brings Dune his WCF World Title. Dune has his arm raised and he celebrates by raising the World Title with his free arm.
Freddy Whoa: Are we looking at the most dominant WCF World Champion in history? Is there a man alive that can end this man's reign?
"Mile Zero" hits the arena speakers.
Gravedigger: Ask and you shall receive!
The crowd boos as Joey Flash walks out from the back. Flash stands on the stage and motions to his waist as Dune points to his World Title.
Zach Davis: We now know that it's going to be Joey Flash versus Dune at WAR for the WCF World Title!
Freddy Whoa: Oh man, I can't wait for that match!
Gravedigger: Well that's going to do it for us tonight folks. Make sure to tune in next Sunday for Slam!
Revenge fades out to Black.