Slam 9/6/15 Sept 7, 2015 22:33:20 GMT -5
Post by Jayson Price on Sept 7, 2015 22:33:20 GMT -5
The Slam broadcast opens on a black and white picture of Scarecrow., the dates "1993 - 2015" labeled underneath the picture. The picture fades out to a solemn WCF crowd. Panning shots of the crowd shows people trying to keep their upper lips stiff, but some people can't hold it back. Grown men and women begin to cry. Children are already broken down into tears in their parents and siblings arms. What was supposed to be a happy outing for most people has turned into a tragic one.
Scene cuts to the center of the ring where Kyle Steele stands with Zach Davis, Freddy Whoa, and Gravedigger. Kyle Steele has a mic to his lips.
Kyle Steele: Last Sunday at Revenge, we lost a valued member of the WCF team. Last week at Madison Square Garden, Cory Cane, Scarecrow -*Kyle Steele starts choking up. Zach Davis is already in tears*- fell eighty feet to his death in the center of the ring.
Another panning shot of the crowd. Tears were now flowing without pause.
Kyle Steele: Scarecrow was a true champion of the People. He fought in this ring every week, literally putting his body on the line, to bring entertainment and joy into our lives. He wouldn't have done it if it weren't for each and every one of you sitting here in this arena right now, and for each and every one of you watching from home. Scarecrow did what he loved and loved what he did. A true shining star in this bleak world. A hall of fame wrestler, but more importantly, a hall of fame human being. He will never be forgotten. Tonights show will be dedicated to our fallen brother as the wrestlers here will do what they do best...and that's entertain you.
The crowd starts to slow burn into cheers and wet whistles. A chant begins, quietly at first, and then breaks into a full blown crowd roar!
Crowd: THANK YOU SCARECROW!!! (Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap) THANK YOU SCARECROW!!! (Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap) THANK YOU SCARECROW!!! (Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap) THANK YOU SCARECROW!!!
The crowd refuses to quell their chant. It lasts for a few minutes before Kyle Steele motions to speak.
Kyle Steele: If everyone will please rise in their seats as we toll the bell ten times to celebrate the life of Scarecrow and mourn his passing.
The crowd calms as they start to toll the bell, located on the stage.
A panning shot again. "RIP Scarecrow" signs are out in full effect as tears still flow.
As the bell tolls stop, the crowd starts to burn into another full blown roar. "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds begins to play to everyone's confusion. Scarecrow's light and pyro show starts...as a figure in a black Scarecrow hoodie walks out onto the stage holding the Internet Championship. He boots over the bell, drops dowm to his knees on the stage, and extends his arms out to the sides.
The camera pans in on the hood...which the figure whips off to reveal Wade Moor underneath! Thunderous BOOS rain in from the crowd. Wade just smiles and soaks them all in, relishing in the moment. He unzips the jacket to reveal his "killCrowkillCrow" shirt underneath. He stands to his feet and points towards the curtain as "Aquaberry Dolphin" by RIFF RAFF plays and the rest of #BeachKrew - Los Tiburones, Andre Aquarius, Sandy Coconutz, Hacksaw Jim Thuggin, and Hunter Updegraff - walk out onto the stage behind him followed by a series of horrendous boos and "Fuck You #BeachKrew!" chants. They all walk down the ramp and enter the ring together.
Kyle Steele looks pissed, his cheeks flaring red. Wade Moor extends his hand for the microphone, but Kyle refuses. He shakes his head no, but Wade just rips it out of his hand and tells him to get out of the ring. Kyle Steele, mad as hell, steps through the ropes and out of the ring. Wade turns towards the pan camera and moves to speak...but is cut off by deafening jeers from the crowd. Wade shakes his head back and forth, laughing as he does so. He puts the mic to his lips...
Wade Moor: You wouldn't be booing me if you knew the Cory Cane that I knew.
More BOOS, but Wade presses on.
Wade Moor: Let me paint a picture in blood for you. Last weekend at Revenge, I told you all that I would KILL The Scarecrow. I told you his blood would be on my hands and that everything everybody knew would be turned up on it's head, did I not?
Wade Moor: Part of my prediction came true...but Cory Scarecrow's blood isn't on my hands. No! Somebody out there wanted him dead just as much as I did...but you see...you see, they weren't willing to work for it! All the blood, sweat, years, and tears that I put into doing what NEEDED TO BE DONE...they were wasted, but they weren't all for nothing.
He shakes his head.
Wade Moor: Just the fact that two people in this world wanted him dead should be enough to tell you people that Cory Cane was not the man he claimed to be!!! He was not a Champion of the People. He was a snake, a bully, a coward. He got exactly what was coming to him...and the only regret I'll have in this situation was that I wasn't the one to push him. You should have seen the look on his face, man.
Wade Moor: You should have seen him when he went careening over that railing.
Los Tiburones jumps to the top turnbuckle and falls straight backwards, to snickers and laughter from the rest of #BeachKrew. The crowd BOOS loudly at this emulation.
Wade Moor: The look in his eyes said it all. For the first time in Scarecrow's life, and ironically the last, I saw him emotionally reach out to me. He wanted me to help him. I looked into his eyes...and I saw fear! Fear of the unknown. Fear of the abyss. I saw that look in his eyes...and I just smiled, man. I made my way out to the ring after the person who pushed him made his great escape and I finished the match...because we all know Scarecrow was incapable of doing that.
Now I stand before you with his bauble, his jacket, and his soul. I TOLD HIM I WOULD TAKE EVERYTHING AWAY!!! He didn't believe me...and now he's dead! And you all sit here crying for a man who only ever cared about himself! That's the tragedy! You didn't even know him like I did. You only saw the Cory Cane that the cameras wanted you to see. The light that's shined on people always seems bright...but at the end of the day? The darkness always swallows the light!
Wade steps back, holding out the microphone for the next member of #BeachKrew to speak their piece. Los Tiburones steps up first, pulling the bottom of his mask up over his mouth and chin before taking the microphone and raising it to his lips.
Los Tiburones: What part of "fuccboi genocide" did you people not get? Did you think this was a joke? That this was some gimmick with edgelord hyperbole? I bet you all feel pretty stupid now with one fuccboi dead and another hospitalized. This isn't Imperium or Pantheon or the DRG or the "Stable Wars"; this is '96 Bosnia. It's Communist Cambodia, and we're a swagged out Atlantean Khmer Rouge. Revolutionary France, and we just guillotined Maxamillion Robbescarecrow!
The boos continue shaking the stadium as Tiburones absently offers the microphone.
Andre Aquarius: We do what we do..because we can! We do what we do..because it is our duty! If you aren't with us, you are against us! The genocide that we speak of, it will come to rid the world of all things fuccboi! The waters are no longer safe..and this is our house. The red flag is out, bruh bruh!
Andre stands on the turnbuckle as he stares towards the back before hopping off and passing the mic off.
Los Tiburones: Which leads me to now formally induct the newest member of #BeachKrew; the man who certainly was not a member of #BeachKrew at Revenge and therefore didn't count against my stipulation! The People's Champion: Kyle motherfukken Kemp!
"Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and Kyle Kemp walks out dressed in a light gray suit with a white dress shirt with a pink tie on. The People's Title is draped over his right shoulder and he smiles cockily at the crowd. He strolls down the ramp, mocking fans as he passes them. He climbs the ring steps and steps into the ring. The member of #Beachkrew and Kemp look at each other for a moment. Kemp smiles at them and hugs Los Tiburones, followed by the rest of the members as the fans boo louder and louder. Kemp takes the mic.
Kemp: Well isn't this a hoot! I believe this is the last thing that any of you saw coming. Who would've thought that I would join such a prestigious and badass group like #BeachKrew! Surely Derek Moreno didn't when I punted him in the face last Sunday night. Now as you all know, there was a restriction on #BeachKrew members interfering in the matchup which is a good thing since I'm not a member. Well until now.
Kemp laughs as the other member relish in what they have pulled off.
Kemp: And not only am I a member but I am also the People's Champ. I took Spencer Adams and proved that when it matters most....I'm better than him. Now I have this title and he has nothing but do you know what this title means to me? It doesn't mean that I'm your fan favorite or I'm going to be the champion that you all want. It means that I'm superior to you. It means that I am better than you. This championship is a sign and when you all see it, you will be reminded of my superiority. Do you know why? Because I'm Kyle Kemp and....wait no. It's because we are #BeachKrew and we are better than you!
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 as the crowd cheers. Microphone in hand, he begins to clap as he approaches the ringside area as Kemp looks on. He motions towards Kemp who continues to smirk.
Spencer: Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for your new people's champ, Kyle Kemp!
He holds the mic outward temporarily as the crowd boos heavily.
Spencer: Damn..they really must not like you and well..I guess I can't blame them, but I do have to congratulate you. You finally did it! You actually picked up a win against me. You know, when it comes to the work in the ring, you've proved a lot recently. For that, I do respect you..but as far as you as a person and everything you stand for..well that's the part I have a problem with. It's not the fact that you beat me. You were the better man last week and that's fine. What isn't fine is strutting down like you own the place. You know damn well that the personal hatred we have for one another is something that will fuel a feud between us that will not stop and that's cool with me, because I have no problem with continuing to shut your fucking mouth.
#BeachKrew circle Spencer like sharks around prey. Los Tiburones takes the microphone and raises it to his mouth.
Los Tiburones: You're a particular breed of stupid, coming out here to run your mouth. It's like that Back to the Minors scrambled your brains. But in case you're interested, you are on our list. So since you're so eager to stare death in the face... why wait?
As Tiburones throws down the microphone and leads #BeachKrew on drawing in on the Antidote, "Kick Start My Heart" by Motley Crue hits the P.A. The fans roar with cheers as Television Champion Teo del Sol runs down the ramp and quickly inserts himself between Spencer and #BeachKrew.
Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO!
Zach Davis: It's Teo! Tonight he defends his championship against Los Tiburones!
Gravedigger: Battle of the White Luchadors. Thanks Obama.
Tiburones and Teo lock eyes, the two slowly approaching each other, chest-to-chest. Without a shove or strike, Tiburones turns away and motions for the others to join him to an audience boo.
Freddy Woah: #BeachKrew has turned tail like the cowards they are.
Gravedigger: Cowards? #BeachKrew outnumbers them six to two. Spencer and Teo should consider themselves lucky, especially Teo who will be facing Tiburones later tonight.
Zach Davis: It will be one for the ages to see these men clash! Will #BeachKrew continue their path of domination? Will Teo finally put Los Tiburones down clean? Stayed tuned, folks: this will be big.
Slam goes to commercial.
Seth Lerch Segment
“Master of Puppets” hits over the PA as the cheering fans erupt in a chorus of boos. Right on cue, Seth Lerch emerges from the curtain, cracking a smile that might have otherwise been contained by sobriety. He makes his way down to the ring, climbing in slowly as the boos continue to rain down on him. He motions for a mic, and when he’s given one he begins to speak.
Seth Lerch: Qui-hicCUP...be quiet!
Seth Lerch: I’m the owner of the World Championship Federation, for Christ’s sake, and when I say be quiet...YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Seth motions toward the pressbox, and just then the lights begin to flicker.
Seth Lerch: Shhhh…..remember this one? It seems I have to treat you all like the imbecile schoolchildren you are. Whatever it tak-hicCUP...takes, I suppose...
Seth Lerch: Who wants to see Joey Flash and Dune in the same ring tonight?
Seth Lerch: Well then let me talk!
The cheering masses finally grow silent before Seth continues.
Seth Lerch: There’s been a lot of talk about what happened on Slam last week regarding Joey Flash and Dune. I’m here to set the record straight. There’s nothing confusing about it folks - what you saw is what you’re going to get: Joey Flash vs. Dune for the WCF World Championship at WAR.
Seth Lerch: So before we go any further tonight - before there can be any more speculation as to who’s fighting who in a couple weeks - allow me to bring out the competitors.
Periphery’s “Mile Zero” hits over the PA as the crowd once more sends their boos toward the curtain. Joey Flash parts it with a vile mixture of determination and satisfaction upon his face. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp and basks in the glory of the collective hatred being poured onto him.
Seth Lerch: Your soon-to-be WCF World Champion...Mr. Joey FLASH!
The two embrace as a crew props up a table and two steel folding chairs in the ring. In front of each is placed a contract and a pen.
Seth Lerch: And now…
Angelo Badalamenti’s “The Pink Room” floods the open-air stadium as Dune parts the curtain. A huge pop follows, though he hardly acknowledges it as he waits at the top of the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Dune’s eyes are locked in on Joey Flash.
Zach Davis: Look at Flash! He’s moved behind Seth Lerch - the coward!
Gravedigger: I can still see hear the echo of Howard Black’s arm being snapped in two...it’s a beautiful thing.
A man with a greying beard steps through the curtain and walks up beside Dune. He looks down at the ring and smiles wryly before turning to the Champ. They exchange a brief word before making their way down the ramp together.
Gravedigger: Who the hell is this, Obi-Wan Kenobi?
The two climb the steps and enter the ring. Joey begins to laugh and jaw; Dune doesn’t say a word.
Seth Lerch: Ladies and Gentlemen, Dune - your current WCF World Champion…
Seth Lerch: And Joey Flash - your next WCF World Champion…
Joey grabs the mic.
Joey Flash: And Dune’s witness - some bum he nabbed off the street because the mothafucka has absolutely zero friends left thanks to yours truly! Where’s your support group, Dune? Where’s Occulo? Where’s Howard Black? I’ll tell you where! They -
Dune shoves an unsuspecting WCF official out of the way and slams into Joey, sending him to the mat. The sudden roar of the crowd can be heard from miles around as they begin to go at it. From atop Flash’s chest Dune throws a devastating elbow, but Flash manages to avoid it before the official and Dune’s witness, Freeman, manage to pull him off together. Flash shoots to his feet and gets in Seth’s face.
Joey Flash: Give it to me - give me the belt! You saw what he did! Breach of contract! BREACH OF CONTRACT!
Seth Lerch: He hasn’t signed it yet! Now calm down, and take a seat - both of you!
Dune backs away from Joey and rounds the table. He sits down in the steel chair with Freeman at his back before Flash creeps into his only a few feet away, eyeing Dune suspiciously the whole time.
Seth Lerch: As you can see, it’s a pretty-hicCUP...pretty straight forward contract. Two lines is all it takes. One line promises the man seated next to you a World Title match that will occur on September 27th at WAR.
Seth Lerch: The second and final line forbids either of you from any sort of physical contact with the other until the opening bell rings that fateful night in a mere three weeks. If Dune touches Flash, Flash wins the title by default, and if Flash touches Dune, Flash forfeits his title shot. Is that understood? Is that something the two of you can abide by?
Dune doesn’t respond, putting his signature to the page without a moment’s hesitation. Joey watches him do it, his eyes wide as he sets the pen down. He too grabs the pen in front of him and signs his name gingerly upon the page. He chuckles to himself as he sets the pen down slowly. He turns to Dune.
Joey Flash: This is too easy.
In a flash he leaps up from the chair and folds it, grabbing hold of the legs before swinging it toward Dune. Freeman’s back is there to greet it first though, as was Joey’s intention, and the old man cringes in pain and seizes up before falling to his knees. Dune shoots to his feet and nearly charges the fleeing-Flash before Seth speaks up.
Seth Lerch: Ah-ah-ah...don’t want to lose that belt just yet, do you, Champ?
Flash smacks the downed-Freeman in the sternum as he clutches at his back, causing the old man to curl up helplessly to hide his precious internal organs from damage. Flash swings the chair again, but Dune catches it and tears it from his clutch. Joey backs up, then charges and goes to work with his feet instead. He stomps all his weight onto Freeman’s ankle once...twice...three times.
Freddy Whoa: MY GAWD! SOMEBODY STOP HIM! DUNE IS CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED NOT TO DO IT HIMSELF!
Zach Davis: Joey Flash is pure evil.
Gravedigger: Right...but sometimes his methods bring a tear to my eye…
Dune throws himself on top of Freeman in between strikes. Flash backs away reluctantly, not wanting to hit him by accident. The Champ stands and turns his back to Joey before Flash’s eyes go wide with opportunity. He grabs the previously discarded chair and brings it down once more on Freeman’s ankle, shattering it and narrowly missing Dune in the process. Dune shoots around as Flash drops the chair and throws his hands up. Freeman writhes around in agony as Dune helps him slide beneath the bottom rope, never taking his eyes off Flash.
Seth Lerch: Yes, yes - we hear you. Thank you so much for paying the price of admission and putting more money into my back pocket.
Dune assists Freeman, who hops on his good leg with an arm around the Champ after refusing to be carried. Dune turns around at the bottom of the ramp, his icy blue eyes on fire as he stares directly into those of Joey Flash. He points a finger at Joey before sliding his thumb across his neck. Joey meets it with a mocking nod and wave “goodbye.” Dune turns and makes his way up the ramp with Freeman slowly to a chorus of cheers, which switch over to boos as the two disappear behind the curtain.
Seth Lerch: Enjoy the show.
Seth drops the mic as he and Flash make their way out of the ring and back up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a way to start Slam off! It’s finally official: Dune will defend the WCF World Title against Joey Flash at WAR. And frankly, at this point, I can’t think of a more appropriate name for it.
Zach Davis: Revenge is sweet, Freddy, and three weeks from now we’ll get to taste that sweet, sweet nectar for ourselves.
Gravedigger: Until then, at least as far as Dune and Joey Flash are concerned - NO TOUCHING! Don’t’ worry though, Zach. You can still touch yourself.
Zach Davis: But I -
Gravedigger: Shut up.
Slam goes to commercial.
Get Thrown Over The Top Rope And You're Fired Battle Royal
KENJIMIN RHYME vs SANDY COCONUTZ vs RED NOVA vs THE VIPER
KENJIMIN RHYME vs SANDY COCONUTZ vs RED NOVA vs THE VIPER
Slam comes back from commercial with a shot of Kenjimin Rhyme, Sandy Coconutz, Red Nova and The Viper all in the ring.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Zach Davis: Well I suppose we should explain this match. For the first 5 minutes, this is essentially an over the top rope battle royal. Only if you get eliminated, you're fired.
Gravedigger: Well then Red Nova is fired because he just got eliminated.
Zach Davis: What?!
Gravedigger: And there goes Kenjimin Rhyme. He's totally fired.
Freddy Whoa: WHY IS THE CAMERA STILL ON US?!
The cameraman spins around in time to see Sandy Coconutz clothesline a bloody Viper over the top rope.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Zach Davis: ...there are no words.
Gravedigger: That was the epitome of domination. Sandy Coconutz just eliminated 3 men in less that 20 seconds and sent them to the unemployment line. Seth is going to be estatic.
Slam goes to commercial as Sandy Coconutz celebrates in the ring.
Adam Young Segment
The arena is rocking as SLAM is rolling when all of a sudden everything goes out in the arena.
Voice- You wanted the best, you get the best. The most hated team in wrestling history the Big Time Jerks!
"I love it loud" by KISS starts playing as huge bursts of pyro go off on all four corner posts and laser lights filter threw the smoke of the entrance as Adam Young and Austin Adams step out into the arena in old school "BTJ" t-shirts and jeans followed by Myra.
Fans- BTJ! BTJ! BTJ!
They reach the ring and the noise is so deafening you can no longer hear the music. Both men have mics.
Adam- WCF I told you family was the most important thing in life and here's my brother from another mother!
Adam and Austin hug in the middle of the ring.
Austin- You know a month ago when this low life right here showed up on my door step tears rolled down my cheek. As we we're talking the phone rang and it was ole Seth himself offering me a huge contract to return to the ring to team with Adam and shut some young punks mouths up real quick. I knew my answer but had to get the okay from the misses and she was quick to tell me to fuck somebody up. Well short story even shorter the Big Time Jerks are back bitches!
Adam and Austin hug again.
Adam- Now we aren't even close to being done as we have a few more surprises in store for you guys. First off being Seth is back in complete control next week and secondly, well let's just say the BTJ's first victims will find out next week on SLAM how it feels to be nailed with the Doomsday Device BTJ style. For now raise em up and make some fucking noise !
The BTJ's slide out of the ring and greet the fans before leaving threw the fans. Slam goes to commercial.
DUSTIN BEAVER/RIDDLEBOX vs CLAN MACNEILL
Kyle Steel: Our next contest is a tag team match, set for one fall.
Zach Davis: Tonight marks the return of Cormack MacNeill to the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: And he actually managed to find someone bigger and uglier than him.
Zach Davis: Digger?
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario...weighing in at 210 lbs....Dustin Beaver!!!
Where are you now, by Skrillex, & friends hits, then a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it. He enters the light, glances left and right at the crowd, scoffs, then looks and walks straight ahead, not acknowledging anything around him.
Zach Davis: The Beavs giving up a lot of weight to the other participants in this match.
Freddy Whoa: But that means he's faster. But he has to be smarter.
Kyle Steel: And his partner, from Ellenton, Florida...weighing in at 275 lbs...Riddlebox!!!
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...
Zach Davis: Wait a minute, where's Riddlebox? He's missed his entrance.
Freddy Whoa: Just getting word that there's a situation backstage. Let's go live to the cameraman backstage.
The scene cuts to backstage, where a chuckling Riddlebox is darting down the hallway towards the ring holding an empty golden box. Hot on his heels are Cormack and Conall MacNeill, beards covered in confetti and scowling.
Freddy Whoa: There's a couple of pissed off dudes.
Zach Davis: That's Riddlebox and his mind games again. Aaand here they come.
Camera switches back to the ramp as Riddlebox bursts through the entrance, poses for a second in the spotlight and runs straight to the ring, with Clan MacNeill hot on his heels. Sliding under the bottom rope, he gains his feet and faces a climbing Conall, spraying him in the eye with something from his lapel flower. The big man drops off the apron and staggers to the barrier clutching his eyes.
Zach Davis: You'd think they had this planned Freddy. Digger, you've taken a sudden interest in this match.
GD: I love me some asshole clowns....
Freddy Whoa: Not going there Digger.. Oh and now a double team from Riddlebox and Justin Beaver
Cormack, seeing what happened to Conall, dives under the bottom rope and immediately into both opponents kicks. Beaver and Riddlebox stomp a mudhole in him, not letting him get his feet. The referee finally separates them and calls for the bell as Beaver takes his corner and Riddlebox goes to the outside.
Zach Davis: Riddlebox taking a rest on the outside now that his work is done.
Freddy Whoa: Premeditated for sure Zach, but at least they had a strategy. And so far it seems to be working for them.
Beaver walks over to Cormack, who is just now gaining his feet, and launches a series of backhand chops to the chest of the bigger man, driving him into the far corner and climbing him quickly for a hurricanrana out of the corner.
Zach Davis: Quick moves by Dustin here, keeping the bigger man off balance.
Freddy Whoa: Taking away his vertical base, and Beaver goes for the quick tag.
Riddlebox comes in and grabs the kneeling Cormack and jams his head between his knees, setting him up for a piledriver. He grabs the big man around the waist and lifts him up, but Cormack kicks himself back down and reverses it into a back drop. He quickly rolls to the ropes and heads for his corner but Conall's not there, but still on the floor rubbing his eyes..
Zach Davis: Riddlebox has made this a handicap match with his attack on Conall before the bell even rang
Freddy Whoa: Dirty move, but good strategy.
Cormack turns back in time to catch a toe kick that doubles him over, with Riddlebox grabbing his head and snapping him down with a DDT, rolling over for the pin
Zach Davis: He's worn down, but he's not that easy to pin.
Freddy Whoa: But he can't fight two on one forever. Wonder what was in the spray that Conall caught.
Riddlebox pulls Cormack to his feet and whips him into their corner, following with a knee to the midsection as he hits the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Making quick tags, keeping a fresh man in and the pressure on.
Riddlebox tags Beaver, and grabs him for a irish whip, reversing at the last minute and slamming him into Cormack knees first, dropping the larger man to the mat winded. With Cormack seated in the corner, Beaver runs to the far corner and looks over.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like he's sizing up for a big move..but wait!
Just as he begins his charge, a hand grabs his ankle and jerks hard, tripping him up and dropping him the mat. Conall pulls him outside and starts to lay in lefts and rights, rocking the smaller man.
Zach Davis: Not sure if he can see who he's hitting, but he's laying it in for all he's worth.
Freddy Whoa: Pure instinct there saving his partner.
Cormack struggles to his feet, still winded, and the referee moves to admonish Conall for interfering. Riddlebox takes the chance to grab the tag rope and wrap it around Cormack's neck, choking him as he laughs maniacally. Cormack for his part is kicking and elbowing for all he's worth.
Zach Davis: Come on ref, turn around!
Freddy Whoa: Like I said Zach, these two had their opponents scouted.
Conall finally relents and rolls a battered Beaver into the ring before moving to his corner. As the ref turns around, Riddle drops the rope and moves away from Cormack, hands up in a “what, me?' sign.
Zach Davis: Both men down in the ring now, both trying to crawl to their corners...who's going to make it?
Freddy Whoa: It's gonna be close!
Beaver rolls to his corner and tags in Riddlebox, who dives into the ring, grabbing Cormack before he can make the tag and dragging him back to the center of the ring, laying the boots to the prone form. Conall is beside himself with rage, yelling at Riddlebox and trying to get into the ring. The ref holds him back as he struggles, allowing Beaver to slide into the ring and add to the stomping party on the already battered Cormack.
Zach Davis: Another cheap trick! The ref must know all of these by now.
Freddy Whoa: You know what they say Zach...there's no school like old school.
The ref turns around as Beaver slide back out of the ring, leaving Riddlebox to make a cover
Zach Davis: How does he keep getting a shoulder up?
Freddy Whoa: Well Zach, he's either tough or stupid.
Riddle box stands and moves to his corner, but doesn't tag. Instead he readies himself for a Grand Illusion.
Zach Davis: Looks like he's setting up for a Grand Illusion! And he's off running...
Freddy Whoa: No!
Cormack staggers to his feet and catches Riddlebox and spins him around, planting him hard on the mat.
Zach Davis: Stone of Kings!! He countered with the Stone of Kings!
Freddy Whoa: Now both men are down!
The referee starts his count
Riddlebox starts to stir, being the fresher of the two.
He pulls himself to his feet and moves to grab a rising Cormack, who shoves him away and dives for his corner...
Zach Davis: tag! He made the tag! And here comes Conall'
Conall enters over the top rope and catches a charging Riddlebox with a boot to the face, knocking him down . He charges the opposite corner, knocking Dustin of the apron with a shoulder before turning and picking up Riddlebox, who promptly drops him to his knees with a low blow.
Zach Davis: That's one way to cut off a comeback
Freddy Whoa: Among other things
Riddle gains his feet and grabs Conall in a bearhug, getting a bell-ringer slap to the ears for his troubles. He lowers a right hand to the chest of Riddlebox, and another, and another, driving the clown back to a neutral corner. A quick look to his own corner shows a slumped Cormack and with a shrug he irish whips Riddlebox to the opposite corner, charging in with a big boot...
Zach Davis : Spear! Riddlebox has hit the Grand Illusion. And he goes for the pin!
Zach Davis: Cormack with the save!
He looks up to see a flying Beaver, who drops him with a missile dropkick. Beaver gains his feet and promptly gets knocked down by a Running kick from Conall
Zach Davis: Instant Hangover!
Freddy Whoa: Guess they run in the family.
Beaver rolls out of the ring and Conall grabs Riddlebox, who thumbs him in the eye and tries to slap on the Crossface, having an issue puling the taller man down.
X=Zach Davis: If he can slap this on, its all over!
Freddy Whoa: But Conall is fighting back!
One, two, three elbows to the gut release the hold and Riddlebox staggers back into the arms of a waiting Cormack who lifts him in the Citadel
Zach Davis: Cormack has him up...wait, whats this?
Conall grabs him by the front and pulls him down in a reverse STO, rolling over to pin.
Zach Davis: Beaver off the top with the save!
Freddy Whoa: These guys wont quit.
Beaver sees Cormack charging in and catches him with a hurracanrana, tossing both men over the top rope to the floor.
Zach Davis: Desperate move by Beaver, and it looks like he took the worst of it!
Freddy Whoa: They both did.
Both men lay sprawled on the floor, barely moving,. In the ring, Conall has gained his feet along with Riddlebox and the two start trading punches in the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: Both men landing hard blows, lefts and rights
Freddy Whoa: Riddlebox holding his ground with the bigger man.
Riddlebox drives a low knee into the midsection of Conall and grabs for the crossface again.
Zach Davis:House of Horrors! He's got the House of Horros.
Freddy Whoa: And it's in deep. Conall's shaking his head no, no.
Zach Davis: Wait, I think he's passed out.
The referee checks his arm once...
A third time...
Freddy Whoa: And that's the match!
The referee signals for the bell as Riddlebox keeps the hold locked in, giggling like a maniac. The referee has to pull Riddlebox off of Conall to finally get the hold broken.
Zach Davis: Well there you have it folks! Clan MacNeill looked impressive tonight but they came up just short against Riddlebox and Dustin Beaver.
Freddy Whoa: I certainly wouldn't mind seeing these guys going at it again.
Slam goes to commercial.
The scene goes backstage where those watching on the ‘tron and watching at home are given a look into the dealings between WCF attorney Jason Underwood and Circe Cicero, the PETs representative who has been pestering the wrestling company over the actions of one Legion in recent weeks. The scene opens to the pair seated across from each other in the middle of a heated discussion. Cicero looks to be in control of it all as she sits there in her business skirt, legs crossed, staring at the attorney with a smug look on her face. Underwood, meanwhile, has his hands held up in defense.
Underwood: Miss Cicero, I assure you that legal action and protest are not necessary when dealing with this case. There was simply miscommunication between Patrick Gardner and the administration here on how to best handle the “Pig Positivity” movement.
Cicero: Miscommunication?! He tortured a celebrity swine on camera and played his harmonica to the tune of its dying breath. I highly doubt that that was mere miscommunication. No, that was a direct statement, a threat, to pigs everywhere and people like myself who speak for them when they cannot.
Underwood: Still, is it necessary to speak for them in such a harsh manner? Don’t you think we can reach an agreement regarding Legion’s behavior that doesn’t involve a legal suit?
Cicero: Well, there was something we could—
Before Miss Cicero could finish her thought, though, the door to the office busts open, the frame filled with the burly physique of Patrick Ignatius Gardner himself. He steps into the room on the heels of a small pig with a tattoo on its front leg who immediately runs up to Cicero and sticks his snout up the woman’s skirt. She screams and climbs onto the table as Legion waves the Hot Dog Costume at here, a wild grin on his face.
Legion: I should’ve known! Me and Scooby have been tracking the person who thought it would be wise to squirt Mustard in my eyes and it all leads back to you, Miss Cicero. What do you have to say about that?
Cicero looks from Legion to Jason Underwood, firm belief on her face.
Cicero: I say that from this point forward, PETs is officially in suit against the WCF for animal endangerment and torture by the hands of one of its employees.
Legion gestures to Underwood with a nod of his head.
Legion: Sounds like his area of expertise. I’m only here to wrestle.
Legion steps closer to Cicero, who scoots away across the table, though the big man doesn’t make any move to mess with her.
Legion: Which is why I’m challenging you, Miss Cicero, to just that. You have two weeks, fourteen days, to find someone who is willing to stand up for you and your cause. Otherwise, it will be you who is in that ring and you who I play a tune to.
Cicero is utterly shocked at the declaration, looking to Jason Underwood for support, but the attorney only nods.
Underwood: Technically speaking, you’re still under a managerial contract with the WCF, with clauses to compete if necessary. So my advice is to find you some wrestling gear.
Legion throws the Hot Dog costume into Cicero’s lap.
Legion: Now all you need is some boots, sweet cheeks. I’ll see you in two weeks, or whoever is suicidal enough to stand in my way.
And with that, Legion exits the room, Scooby close on his heel, leaving two shocked officials.
Zach Davis: Well there you have it: in two weeks, we will have Legion versus an opponent of Cicero’s choosing, with Cicero herself competing if no one else steps up to her cause.
Gravedigger: Part of me wishes no one does step up. It’ll definitely be entertaining.
ACE MAVERICK/WOLF vs JORDAN CALIBAN/CLETUS T. CLYDE
Kyle Steele: The following Match is a Tag Team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, From wherever he may roam, WOLF!
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 (the song continues until the end. If more time is needed, the song can just go to the beginning of the song when the drums kick in). 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.
Kyle Steele: His partner, ACE MAVERICK!
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: Wolf and Maverick made an unlikely duo last week when they emerged victorious in their debut match. It appears that Seth is pushing this team as they team up again.
Gravedigger: Sometimes he’s got an eye for talent… and sometimes he’s drunk, so we’ll see how this one works out.
Kyle Steele: And their opponents, first CLETUS T CLYDE!
Cletus Clyde heads out to the arena as Colt Ford's Ride Through The Country blares over the stereo system. He walks quickly to the arena raising a fist to the crowd.
Kyle Steele: And his partner… JORDAN CALIBAN!
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.
All four men stand in their corners, neither team really communicating with each other.
Zach Davis: This feels like a four way match rather than a tag team match…
Gravedigger: The team that finds a way to work together will pick up the victory tonight, my money’s on Wolf and Maverick as they have at least some experience with each other. That didn’t work that well as Wolf refused a tag to get back into the match from Maverick last week, but maybe bygones are bygones now.
Wolf refuses to leave causing Maverick to step out as does Cletus leaving Caliban and Wolf in the ring. The referee motions the men together as the bell rings and the match begins. Wolf charges towards Caliban who holds up a finger causing him to stop. Caliban laughs and repositions his ring gear as Wolf charges with a tackle and sends Caliban outside the ring. The two men brawl on the outside of the ring, exchanging blows as the referee counts them out.
Wolf Takes Caliban and throes him into the barricade. He then follows up with a clothesline sending him over the top into the crowd.
He turns around and swipes Cletus’ legs from underneath him causing him to drop face first into the mat.
Zach Davis: Wolf trying to take down the whole team on his own here.
Meanwhile Caliban regains his composure
Wolf gets back on the apron and turns around to see Caliban standing on top of the barricade. Caliban comes flying at him with a spear of his own causing the two men to topple between the middle and top ropes back into the ring in a heap. Caliban gets back to his feet first, raises his hands and the crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: Never underestimate Jordan Caliban, he can pull out an unbelievable move like that any time, any place.
Maverick reaches out for the tag as far as he can. Wolf looks up, spits out blood and turns his focus back to Caliban who comes over, wrenches Wolf’s arm and drags him into the corner to tag in Cletus.
Zach Davis: It was almost like Caliban was waiting for Maverick to come in, Caliban probably wanted to waste that guy, but Wolf ignored his partner’s efforts and Caliban capitalized.
Cletus attacks Wolf’s arm who grabs it in pain. Cletus wrenches Wolf’s arm himself and then throws him into the ropes. When they meet in the center Cletus delivers a clothesline knocking Wolf down hard. Wolf lay on the ground and Cletus lines him up, and drops an elbow. He poses for the crowd to a mix of cheers and jeers.
Gravedigger: The crowd just doesn’t know enough about Cletus to know how to feel about him yet.
He lifts Wolf up and slaps him across the face.
Zach Davis: We don’t know much about Wolf, but something tells me that was a BAD IDEA!
Wolf’s eyes widen as he takes chase on Cletus. Cletus slides out the bottom rope and Wolf follows. He runs around the ring and Cletus slides under the bottom rope. Wolf slides under the bottom rope too and is met by a series of boots to the back of his head. Eventually, he grabs Wolf by the head and pulls him into the corner.
He tags Caliban who climbs to the top Rope. Cletus holds Wolf as Caliban drops down with a double axe handle, and before Wolf drops to the ground Caliban grabs Wolf in a headlock.
Gravedigger: It seems that Caliban and Cletus are teaming well, and we know the tag division is lacking with no one truly challenging Joey and Jonny for those titles.
Wolf pushes Caliban off of him into the ropes. The men meet in the center and Caliban shoulders Wolf to the ground. Caliban runs off the ropes and Wolf gets up quickly and delivers an arm drag to Caliban tossing him into the corner where Maverick is. Caliban gets to his feet in the corner and Wolf runs in with a splash. Then he tosses Caliban into the other corner as Maverick tags himself in.
Wolf ignores the tag and rushes to the corner where Caliban is but the referee tries to stop him. Wolf pushes the Referee out of the way and continues rushing towards the corner where Caliban is. He leaps forward and lands a direct blow…
Freddy Whoa: SWEET SASSY MOLASSY!
Gravedigger: Don’t you mean, whoa?
Freddy Whoa: Yea, that!
An instant replay shows Wolf running full speed towards the corner, jumping over the top rope and clotheslining Cletus T. Clyde off the apron onto the ground below. Both men land hard and awkwardly but get up relatively quickly. Cletus throws Wolf to the barricade and runs forward with a clothesline. The momentum of the move sends both men toppling over the barricade into the crowd.
Zach Davis: What is going on here, where is this animosity coming from?
Gravedigger: Well, Wolf has said that he plans on making an example of someone here in the WCF. I thought he was going to make an example of Maverick, personally, the way this match has been going thus far.
Wolf gets up as does Cletus. Wolf throws a fan off of their chair, grabs the chair and throws it at Cletus who raises his hands in defense as Wolf comes charging towards him and pushes him up the stairs and out of sight.
Gravedigger: Get a camera crew up there; I’m sure this fight is still going on!
Meanwhile in the ring…
Crowd : You Murdered HIM!
A perfectly placed super kick lands directly under Ace Maverick’s Jaw knocking him out. Caliban drops down and goes for the pin.
Kyle Steele: The winner of this match by pinfall…. The team of JORDAN CALIBAN AND CLETUS T CLYDE!
Gravedigger: Just one move is all it took to take out Ace Maverick. Wolf took a beating due to the amazing team work of Caliban and Clyde, but overcame and started mounting an offense, but his pride in not wanting to tag in eventually got the better of him.
Zach Davis: That and probably the fact that he was more focused on taking out Cletus than he was winning the match.
Caliban celebrates on his own as Seth Lerch makes his way out.
Seth Lerch: Yes, Yes, Caliban. Very good job indeed. After getting DECIMATED by Alex Richards last week you’ve come back and proven yourself somewhat worthy in my eyes. So you are safe! Safe, you ask? Well, of course. Just because the first match was the only one where being fired was an actual stipulation I’ve decided that every match will be judged by me, and if I feel that you’ve entertained me, and will continue to make me money you are safe… and if you don’t well…Then you’ll end up like Ace Maverick!
Maverick stirs on the mat, hearing his name but still unsure of what is going on.
Seth Lerch: Wolf and Cletus are somewhere in the arena right now fighting it out… they may not have looked particularly good in my eyes, but damn is it entertaining that they’re fighting somewhere. But you, Maverick… you tag yourself into the match just to get kicked ONE TIME and lose… my Jordan Fucking Caliban of all people… yes offense, Caliban. You have disappointed me for the first and last time, Maverick, so it pleases me to say…YOU’RE FIRED! HAHAHAHAH!
Maverick has a look of shock and dismay on his face, on the verge of tears as Seth laughs loudly before he makes his way towards the back.
Zach Davis: Well, that was a surprise.
Gravedigger: You’re gonna have to pick up your game, Zach, or you’ll be next on Seth’s hit list.
Slam goes to commercial.
Gemini Battle: You don’t have to do this you know, it was an accident.
Thomas Bates: That’s exactly why I need to do this.
The DRG walk down a hallway in the backstage area. Thomas Bates is wearing a spiffy suit and holding a bouquet of flowers while Gemini and Doug surround him wearing their wrestling gear, ready to fight tonight as Bates takes a much needed week off from wrestling. A familiar Italian voice springs up from behind of Doug Murdock’s friend Vinnie.
Vinnie Briggs: Yea, fuck those bitches; we ain’t have to apologize for shit!
Bates stops as does the other 2 members of the DRG. Bates turns around and stares Vinnie down.
Thomas Bates: You know, you’re lucky we even let you pal around with us. If it wasn’t for Doug’s brother, Gonzo, telling us to look out for Doug and you we would have dumped you a while ago.
Doug Murdock: I don’t need anyone looking out for me!
Gemini Battle: Yea, but someone else does…
Gemini pushes Vinnie back a couple of steps as the group continue forward. They finally get to a locker room door labeled AoD. Bates takes a deep breath and knocks. Before anyone answers Bates turns to his two partners.
Thomas Bates: You guys didn’t have to come with me.
Gemini Battle: Like we can trust these guys to hold their fists.
Doug Murdock: Yea, all for one, and one for all. That’s our motto, right? We ride together, we fight together.
Thomas Bates: Right.
The door opens and it’s Denise D’Evil with a butterfly bandage on her lip.
Denise D’Evil: Well if it isn’t Thomas Bates…
Suddenly you hear chairs move and Night Rider and Oblivion come and surround her from behind. She simply puts up a hand and the two monsters hold their place.
Denise D’Evil: And the other Dark Rider Shits…
Thomas Bates: Listen, I wanted to give you these and apologize for last week. I live by a code of chivalry and last week I stepped over the line…
Denise grabs the flowers from Bates’ hands and tears them up before throwing them to the ground.
Denise D’Evil: It felt good, didn’t it Batesy… it felt good to finally get your hands on me… or rather your boot… after all that I had done to you…
Thomas Bates: It was an accident…
Denise D’Evil: ACCIDENT! Was it, Bates. Was it an accident when you swung your boot forward, a move that is never set on stun, a move that is ALWAYS set on KILL… you swing your boot up and forward and hit me on accident? Or was it something else, was it that feeling deep inside of you that you couldn’t help but release… the same feeling when you killed those men down in Mexico. You let that Rage overwhelm you then just like you let your rage overwhelm you last week.
Thomas Bates: As I said before… it was an…
Denise D’Evil: Accident right. Well you know what’s NOT going to be an accident? When we finally get to meet in a true fight, and you put those Trio’s Championship belts, it will be very much on purpose when Oblivion takes out your punk Hockey Player over there, and Night Rider destroys clown boy over there and it’s just you and me. You’ll have to make a decision then, will you let me beat you in the ring, or will you defend your title that you and your cohorts spent so much effort trying to get.
Thomas Bates holds his arms back, holding back Gemini and Doug from charging into the room.
Denise D’Evil: Don’t hold them back, Batesy… I’m always down for a good fight… I’m a big girl… I can take a punch.
A hand comes from out of nowhere and slaps Denise across the face.
Vinnie Briggs: Take that you bitch!
Thomas Bates frees up a hand and throws Vinnie into the wall behind him, crushing the sheet rock and leaving Vinnie in a wreck on the floor behind him.
Thomas Bates: Mind your manners, Vinnie!
Doug goes over to check on his friend.
Denise D’Evil: Well at least one of you guys has the balls to hit a woman in a man’s world.
Gemini Battle: Don’t you dare think for one second that I will think twice about kicking your ass, Denise. This man may live by a certain code, but that code doesn’t extend to all of us. You name the time and the place and I’ll be there, fists at the ready.
Denise D’Evil: Sweet clown boy. The time and the place… ANY TIME…ANY PLACE!
She snaps at him with her teeth in a vampire’esque motion with a snarl as Bates holds Gemini back from attacking as Night Rider and Oblivion take another step forward, only held back by Denise from doing something terrible.
Thomas Bates: You keep winning your meaningless tag matches. We’ll be here on top of the Trio’s Division waiting for the time of our next title defense…
Bates puts his face down to Denise’s level.
Thomas Bates: And we WILL defend them.
Bates turns around and drags Gemini with him. Doug lifts Vinnie off the ground and helps him exit too.
Meanwhile Oblivion pushes past Denise and heads directly to the hole in the wall where Vinnie’s body lay just a moment earlier. He finds a small pool of blood on the floor, and he swipes the blood on his finger and then tastes it through his mask.
Oblivion: MMMMM It loves the taste of fresh blood.
He stares off towards the direction of the exiting DRG as the scene fades with Oblivion’s laughter heard in the background.
BILLY vs ULTIMATE DESTROYER
Kyle Steele: Welcome back to SLAM!
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s been a great night with twists and turns, and some obvious endings as well.
Gravedigger: This is WCF in a nutshell. And the match coming up is my favorite one yet. My boy Billy, one of the members and the eventual WINNER of the Taco Bowl back in Mexico, in the greatest and most anticipated tournament that was going on at that time.
Zach Davis: You know the Trio’s Championship Tournament ended the same day.
Gravedigger: I stand by my statement.
Zach Davis: Well, unfortunately for him he has to face off against one of the biggest competitors in the WCF in Ultimate Destroyer. And here he comes now.
Kyle Steele: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… THE ULTIMATE DESTROYER!
Ultimate Destroyer runs down comes down to air raid/police sirens jumping up the ring bounces around (ultimate warrior style) and then starts to shake the ropes like a maniac.
Zach Davis: His record may not show it, but this is one of the most physically dominant wrestlers in the WCF. He comes out here every week and wreaks havoc on his opponent and puts the WCF on notice every time. He is going to break the glass ceiling one day, and it could be catapulted with a victory over WCF’s newest superstar in Billy.
Kyle Steele: And his opponent… BILLY!
“Buy Me A Boat” by Chris Janson hits the speakers and the crowd hops to their feet as Billy steps out from the back. He takes off his cowboy hat and waves to the crowd, acknowledging the cheers. He places the hat back on his head and walks down the ramp, slapping hands. Every 10 or so feet, he stops and takes a breather due to his immense girth. Eventually he makes it down to the ring and slowly walks up the ring steps. He takes another breather at this point and then finally steps between the middle and top ropes.
The bell rings and the match begins.
Billy calls for a breather.
Zach Davis: Is Billy tired already?
Gravedigger: Give him a minute.
The referee stops The Ultimate Destroyer as Billy sits in the corner and breathes heavily. Destroyer waits not-so-patiently as Billy takes deep breaths and continues asking for a 5. He reaches into a pouch in the corner and pulls out an inhaler, and takes deep breaths into it.
Zach Davis: I didn’t know that Billy has asthma too?
Gravedigger: He doesn’t, that’s cheez wiz.
The referee checks on Billy who continues to ask for time.
Zach Davis: Well the match has officially gone on for one minute and Billy is still catching his breath from his entrance.
Gravedigger: He’ll be great… trust me. He’ll do great!
Billy finally gets to his feet and tells the referee that he’s ok to go. The referee checks on Destroyer who is more than ready and calls for the match to begin again.
Then Billy asks for another break.
The referee bravely steps in front of the Ultimate Destroyer and stops the action again. Billy stands straight up and puts his hands over his head.
Zach Davis: What the…
Gravedigger: Billy will start when he’s good and ready and everything will be okay. Just give him his … HEY, THAT’S NOT FAIR!
Ultimate Destroyer gets fed up and tosses the referee out of the way and delivers furious blows to Billy, punching him in the stomach over and over again. Destroyer runs off the ropes and delivers a clothesline that sends Billy hard to the ground.
Zach Davis: WHAT A THUNDEROUS FALL!
The referee falls from the vibration of the ring.
Zach Davis: Destroyer has had enough waiting and took matters into his own hands.
Destroyer goes to pick up Billy who swipes his hands away and asks for a 5.
Gravedigger: Give him a minute, Destroyer, jeez!
Zach Davis: They don’t call him Ultimate Destroyer because he’s a patient man.
For some reason the referee gets in between the two men and stops Destroyer form attacking Billy.
Zach Davis: He must feel sorry for Billy.
Gravedigger: I don’t know why he would, he’s a top rate athlete, the pinnacle of physical condition!
Billy slowly gets to his feet and uses the ropes to hold himself up. Destroyer runs forward with a clothesline but Billy drops down, bringing the top rope with him causing Destroyer to topple over the top rope.
Gravedigger: Brilliant move by Billy!
Zach Davis: I think he fell… look, he’s still not up!
Billy lay on the ground on his back and reaches over for his satchel of tricks. He opens it up and pulls out a Diet Soda, and pours it in his mouth, and all over his face.
Gravedigger: Hydration time.
Zach Davis: He’s drinking soda!
Gravedigger: DIET soda… so it’s good for you.
Destroyer gets back into the ring as Billy gets back to his feet. Destroyer walks slowly to Billy who puts up his dukes like an old timey boxer and is ready for a fight. Destroyer delivers one punch to his stomach and Billy convulses. Then he puts his hand over his mouth.
Zach Davis: Uh, oh… it looks like he’s gonna…
Billy turns to the ropes, leans over the top and vomits all over the floor below.
Then he asks for a 5.
Destroyer ignores the request and kicks Billy in the ass, causing him to run forward a little. Destroyer chases Billy around the ring, continuing to kick wildly, some shots landing, and some shots missing. Then he then pushes Billy into the ropes and when they meet in the center Ultimate Destroyer lifts Billy in a Body Slam position.
Zach Davis: Look at the strength of The Ultimate Destroyer! I can’t believe that he’s able to lift that morbidly obese man up!
Gravedigger: He’s big boned. He’s got tremendous bones.
Destroyer’s legs shake before he falls back with Billy crushing him under the weight. Billy lands over Destroyer’s shoulders who flails his legs to no avail. The referee drops for the pin.
Gravedigger: YES! YES!
Gravedigger: YES YES YES!!!
Billy rolls off of Destroyer onto his back and breathes heavily as his humongous stomach moves up and down with each breath.
Kyle Steele: The winner of the match… BILLY!
Zach Davis: Unbelievable.
Gravedigger: MY BOY! He won the inaugural Taco Bowl just a few months ago, and he wins his debut match in the WCF! This boy is meant for GREAT THINGS here in the WCF!
Billy calls for the referee to grab his satchel from the corner. He reaches in and pulls out a bottle of water
Zach Davis: Looks like he needs a drink.
… then he tosses it aside.
Zach Davis: Or Not…
He reaches in again and pulls out a bag of chips, he opens it up and pours the whole thing over his face and eats what he can, continuing to lay on his back and breathing heavily the whole time. Suddenly Seth Lerch comes out and the crowd is silent.
Gravedigger: Say it ain’t so! Not another firing! Not Billy!
Seth Lerch: You disgust me.
Zach Davis: Seth is on a complete power trip. It seems like firing those people before has really gotten his rocks off.
Seth walks up to a crowd member and pulls his sign away.
Seth Lerch: ‘WCF Rules?’ Really, this is the best you could come up with! YOU’RE FIRED!
Zach Davis: He can’t fire him… he doesn’t even work here, does he?
Gravedigger: He’s just an audience member; he probably paid to be here.
Security comes and starts taking the sign guy away.
Seth Lerch: And if anyone thinks that they’re safe, think again… this won’t be the last firing tonight! You two in the ring though… you’re safe.
Gravedigger: Thank GOD! Billy is safe.
Zach Davis: Seth Lerch is on a crazy power trip. He feels he can do anything he wants. This is out of control.
Gravedigger: You’re missing the bigger picture… BILLY IS UNDEFEATED IN THE WCF!
The scene ends with Billy still laying on his back in the center of the ring, now holding a half-eaten donut and breathing heavily.
LEGION vs JACKSON WHITE
Zac Davis: Welcome back everybody on what has been, as you can imagine, a very emotional night for us all here at WCF. Once again we would like to apologise for the actions of #beachkrew earlier on this evening. We have received over sixty thousand tweets since that segment, condemning their frankly, disgraceful actions. All of us here on the announce team would like reiterate the ticker statement running now across the bottom of your screen. We, the undersigned, do not in any way shape or form condone the actions of #Beachkrew. They have violated a sacred ceremony that represents the bond of brothers we all share as professional wrestlers and crew. Once again, we're sorry, and promise a full investigation will be forthcoming.
Zac clears his throat.
Zac Davis: And on with the show, anything to add, Digger?
Gravedigger simply shakes his head. He just wants the show to move on. Ditto Freddy Whoa.
Neuroma by Fuse starts to play and Jackson White walks slowly to the ring with the hoodie 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.
Stanley Moser: Currently residing in New York City, New York. From Oporto, Portugal...he is The Fenix, JACKSON WHITE!
Jackson climbs the steel steps and enters the ring, Jackson stretches his arms out, looking up while his eyes glare at the heavens, this signals red and green pyrotechnics to blast from each corner post. "The Fenix" raises the Portuguese flag above him one last time, kisses it, and places it near the ring's corner.
Zac Davis: Big match for Jackson tonight, can this volatile force stop a six foot six monster in Legion?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The Fenix has his work cut out for him for sure, Patrick Ignatius Gardner is proving to be a truly imposing force. Earlier on this week, Legion said Jackson would be disposed of, “like trash”.
Gravedigger: Fenix is dropping a lot of weight here.
Zac glares at Digger.
Zac Davis: Perhaps not the best choice of words at this time, Digger.
Gravedigger: Yeah, maybe...
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.
Stanley Moser: From Paradise, Mississippi. Standing, 6'6. Weighing in at 280 pounds...HE IS LEGION!
The track shifts to some generic country song that the techies thought would add to the Redneck vibe, though it does little to encourage the image as Legion makes his way down to the ring, staring straight ahead and ignoring the outstretched hands and jeers from the crowd. Climbing into the ring via the steel steps, Legion moves straight into a corner, back against the turnbuckle, as he stares into the hate fuelled eyes of Jackson White.
Zac Davis: And here we go!
Collar and elbow tie up, Legion attempts to biel Jackson away but the agile Portuguese man of war rolls through it, hitting back with a standing dropkick that staggers Legion. Jackson with a clothesline, dodged by Legion who hits a Double axe handle that catches the back of Jackson's neck. Jackson staggers as Legion takes advantage; hitting a bulldog and following that up with a dragon clutch.
Zac Davis: Legion working that neck.
Clubbing rights while the clutch is applied weaken Jackson, who still manages to dig deal and lifts up Legion, hitting an improvised electric chair drop!
Zac Davis: That's the heart of the Fenix!
Gravedigger: That's some impressive shit.
Jackson looks for some momentum, running the ropes for a throwback attempt, but instead eats a boot on the rebound. Jack staggers as the crafty Legion drop toe holds Jackson back into that dragon clutch, more stiff, clubbing shots to the back.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Working that neck and spine for the torture rack!
Legion goes HAM and starts to unleash a flurry of brutal clubbing shots; breaking the clutch hold in the process as he opts for plan B. Jackson rope a dopes his way through however, his arms are raised, covering Fenix's head and neck as the blows continue to rain down. THUD! THUD! THUD!
Zac Davis: Fenix needs to get out of there!
LOW BLOW by FENIX!
Legion crumples as Fenix rolls out of harms way. Jackson tries to shake off the attack but his eyes look like their glazed over as Legion steamrollers forward with an incoming haymaker!
Haymaker about to connect as Jackson ducks and hits a back body drop, follows that with a guillotine leg drop and mounted punches!
Legion hooks Jackson away with a huge right; wraps his hands around Jackson's skull and begins to squeeze! The referee begins a count. 1...2...3...4...Jackson is staggering as the onslaught continues. EYE RAKE; once again Jackson shows his survival instincts by eye raking Legion.
Fenix goes for a Russian leg sweep, blocked by Legion, who goes for a half nelson Suplex! Jackson powers out, his whole body straining against the will of the pig farmer. Irish whip by Jackson on Legion, pace picks up now as Jackson hits a sit out spinebuster on the rebound and goes for a pin!
3 Kick out!
Zac Davis: Legion kicks out, so close!
Legion with clubbing rights, Irish whip followed up with a spinning back fist, Jackson ducks! Hits a Portuguese Suplex! Jackson goes for the cover!
Legion hits high gear now as he Body slams Jackson, and starts to deliver a serious case of the mudhole stompers. Body splash by Legion! KNEES UP by Jackson however as Legion's ribs take a battering. Jackson drops a Ric Flair style rolling knee on Legions feature's as Jackson is back to his feet, about to hit the The destroyer! Stalking Legion as he staggers to his feet. Legion turns...
TO THE SLAUGHTER!
BLOCKED! Jackson manages to struggle out, taking a few spaces back while regrouping. Legion charges forward with a lariat, ducked by Jackson White, who reverses the attack into an Irish whip, Samoan Drop! Holds on ! Jackson lift's up Legion, places him on his back and attempts a torture rack!
Zach Davis: He's attempting to finish off Legion with his own finish move!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: Legion is kicking out!
Legion kicks out, lifts up Jackson white for TO THE SLAUGHTER!
Legion staggers to his feet as Moser attempts to raise Ignatus's hand in victory, Legion shunts the celebrations; clearly incensed by how close Jackson came to winning.
Zach Davis: Legion Wins! That was one tough fought contest! I doubt we've seen the last of this confrontation!
Legion leaves the ring as Slame goes to commercial.
Zach Davis: Folks, it appears that the brawl between Wolf and Cletus T. Clyde has stumbled outside and the cameras have finally found them. Let's take you to the action…
Wolf and Cletus have ended up outside the entrance to the WesBanco Arena. They are exchanging quick, clubbing punches. Finally, Cletus lands a nice right hand on Wolf, who goes stumbling towards the other direction and tumbles down a few concrete steps but not all the way down. He manages to push himself up and walks wobbly legged down the stairs to the concrete landing that leads to the next set of steps. He looks like he's forgotten where he is at the moment. Cletus follows after Wolf, but he's a little winded, which explains why Wolf has been able to get back up and walk down the stairs without harm. When Cletus catches up with him, he sends Wolf shoulder first into the railing. He then charges at Wolf, but Wolf ducks and Cletus' momentum sends him over the railing and on to the other side. Wolf hops the railing, gets Cletus to his feet, and slams his head into the railing. Cletus stumbles and falls. Wolf jumps on Cletus and starts pounding away at him until WesBanco security arrives to separate the two wrestlers.
Both men try to pull away from security, screaming to be let loose.
Wolf: You fat motherfucker! You and me, next week! (Wolf is being carried away but still yelling) Next week!
Clyde: You ain't gotta ask me twice, boy! I'll break your ass in two!
(Back in the arena)
Zach Davis: Well, there you have it folks. Next week Wolf and Cletus are going to go one on one in the ring. This feud has gotten out of hand real quick.
Freddy Whoa: And they haven't even been in WCF all that long. Hell, Wolf just debuted one week ago and he's already causing chaos.
Gravedigger: He's going to need to come with the same fire he showed tonight if he wants to beat the big man from Little Rock, Arkansas.
Zack Davis: I don't think we have to worry about that. Let's just hope they can keep the chaos in the ring this time.
Slam goes to commerical.
WAYLON CASH vs HUNTER UPDEGRAFF
"Aquaberry Dolphin" by Riff Raff comes on, and the crowd boos. Hunter Updegraff dances his way onto the stage, not looking
as confident as he usually does. None the less, his party train follows him out the curtain and down the ramp. They look
as happy as ever, dancing and singing and passing out shots to the legal fans. Hunter marches to the ring, a look of
morose determinism in his eyes.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring-
Hunter Updegraff reveals that he already has a microphone in his back pocket.
Hunter Updegraff: Hold up hold up hold up! If I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna do this right... Now coming to the ring... from
Partyville U.S.A.... Standing six feet seven inches tall, twelve inches long, and weighing in at 195 pounds of pure kick
ass... He is accompanied by his royal court of badassia... his is known as King Koopa Bloopa, AKA The Incredible Mr. Never
Limpett, AKA the pink bomber, AKA the titty teaser, AKA the pussy pleaser, AKA the underwater basket weaver, AKA the
fuccboi mangler AKA Mr. X, AKA Mr. E, AKA Mr. J, AKA Mr. Q, AKA the guy that's about to whoop on Waylon Cash, and send his
goofy ass back to rehab! You feel me?!
By the sound of the crowd, they most certainly do not feel him. While he is talking, he steps into the ring, leaving his
followers to party with the fans in the floor seats.
Hunter Updegraff: Y'know... I didn't wanna hurt nobody. You people should know somethin' before y'all start booin' me and
shit! There's a reason I didn't sign up as a wrestler. It ain't fair to none of the 'nillas in the back, yo. You see these
fists? These are fists of pure dolemite, trained by shaolin monks! I ain't never lost a fight in my life. It wouldn't'a
been fair to involve myself with WCF. 'Course, you got this Waylon Cash fuccboi who attacks me hidin' under a mask. The
fuck am I supposed to do, y'all? Just sit back and take that shit? NAw, he woke the bull... now his ass is gettin' the
horns. LET'S DO THIS.
"Nobody" by Skindred plays, and Waylon Cash slowly steps out onto the stage. Hunter makes it clear he is not going to let
Kyle Steel announce Waylon either.
Hunter Updegraff: Now coming to the ring, from some bumfuck nowhere place where they got webbed feet n shit. He stands...
I dunno, he's shorter than me though. Weighing whatever a bitch ass punk like him weighs... Waylon Cash or whatever.
Cash givs Hunter a bemused look from the top of the ramp, before chuckling, shaking his head, and shrugging as if to say
"If that's how you want it..." He makes his way toward the ring, slapping hands with a few fans. The arena goes berserk,
as he slowly walks around the ring, his eyes locked on Hunter. Updegraff turns in a circle, watching Waylon with obvious
fear in his eyes.
Hunter Updegraff: Hey! Hey man, I just remembered somethin'. See, what had happened was I was supposed to go pick up my
moms from the airport tonight, and I totally forgot. So, why don't we just kinda set our shit aside for a while. Moms
don't like waitin' at the airport alone.
Waylon's smile grows wider, as he climbs up onto the apron, his eyes never leaving Hunter's, and never blinking
Hunter Updegraff: Hey man, that's cold blooded, you gonna do that shit to my mom. Hey, hey listen brother, I heard you
just got outta rehab. I'll bet you're jonesin'. I can get you whatever you want. X, Boomers, smack, bang, pow, kablooey,
gak, H, purple nurples, green nurples, weed, coke.
The last word turns Waylon's eyes wide. He glares at Hunter with a look of pure hatred, and quickly gets into the ring. He
grabs Hunter around the throat, and shoves him into the corner.
Hunter Updegraff: Alright alright, you're more of a Pepsi guy, I get it, chill!
Waylon squeezes tighter, and gets in his face so that he can be heard by the microphone.
Waylon Cash: Listen up, you stupid, good for nothin', tailcoat ridin', overcompensatin', culture appropriatin' piece of
trust fund dog shit. I know a good chunk of your family. Your uncle's like a dad to me, and I hate your cousin... but
you're the most obnoxious piece of trash I ever seen. Even Blake the 4th is more worthy of the Updegraff name than you
That's why I'm gonna do the bloodline a favor, and end you right now. When I'm done with you, you're gonna have so many
bruises, they'll send you off to a fuckin' leper colony. You hear me, boy?
Hunter Updegraff: Alright, I know what it is. You got all that pent up energy since Roxxanne left you.
The crowd lets out an audible "Oooooooooh"
Hunter Updegraff: Let me fix you up with-
He doesn't even get to finish the sentence, before Waylon tosses him halfway across the ring by his throat. Hunter rolls
into the opposite corner, and slowly stands with his hands in front of him. Waylon goes after him, but the ref gets in
between them and pushes Waylon back to his corner.
Zach Davis: Well, the match hasn't even started yet, and already I think Hunter is in some trouble.
Gravedigger: Yeah, Hunter's one of those guys. I've been waiting for him to mouth off to the wrong guy since he got here,
and if you Google the phrase "wrong guy to mouth off to", you'll see a picture of Waylon Cash.
The ref gets Waylon to calm down enough that he can check both men for weapons, and signal for the bell to ring. Hunter
backs up a bit, and braces himself, but Waylon calmly walks to the center of the ring, and beckons Hunter forward. He's
hesitant at first, but soon approcahes the Hellbilly, who motions for him to take a free shot. Hunter looks skeptical, so
Waylon grabs the mic off the apron and walks back.
Waylon Cash: It ain't a trick. You got fists of pure dolemite? You were trained by Shaolin monks? Then let's see it. One
free hit should be enough for you to put me out.
Waylon drops the mic, and stands with his arms outstretched, and his eyes closed. Hunter walks up to him, and isn't quite
sure, but eventually reels back and let's Waylon have it. Cash's head turns, and his stumbles a bit, but he looks back to
Hunter with a small trickle of blood dripping from his smile. He yells loud enough that he doesn't need a mic.
Waylon Cash: MY TURN!
With that, Waylon hits him with three quick fists to the jaw, that put him back in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Well, I'm not sure what dolemite is, but apparently it can't hurt Waylon Cash.
Gravedigger: Freddy, you just spawned thousands of pages of fan fiction. I hope you're happy. I can see it now, Waylon
Cash Battles Dolemite by: Zach Davis.
Zach Davis: That would be an awesome fight.
Waylon hits him with several hard rights, sending him to a seated position. The ref shoves Waylon back and warns him about
the closed fists. Waylon puts his hands up in surrender, but immediately runs forward, slamming his knee into the side of
Hunter's skull. Updegraff collapses to the mat, but Waylon's not interested in letting him rest. He drags the man to his
feet, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Waylon lunges forward and hits him with a superkick right to the jaw.
Zach Davis: He calls that the moonshine migraine, and you can see why.
Gravedigger: Yeah. Hunter's not gonna remember that tomorrow, but he's damn sure gonna feel it.
Waylon lifts Hunter and Irish whips him again. This time, he hits Updegraff with a hiptoss that send shim flying over the
top rope, and crashing to the concrete. Hunter lays motionless, as Waylon laughs, and yells at him.
Waylon Cash: Hey idiot! What are you doi' out there? This ain't falls count anywhere! Come here, lemme help ya!
Waylon climbs out of the ring, and tosses Hunter under the bottom rope, before following. He raises the man to a standing
position, and lifts him in a stalled butterfly suplex position.
Zach Davis: Here it comes!
Freddy Whoa: The Killshot!
Waylon drops down, planting Updegraff with a double underhook brainbuster. He lays back, cocky smile on his face as the
ref counts the pin.
Kyle Steel: Your winner... Waylon Cash!
Waylon stands to his feet, fists in the air as his music plays. The fans applaud. Cash quickly grabs a mic.
Waylon Cash: Alright, alright, cut my music.
The music stops, and the crowd silences itself.
Waylon Cash: Look at this man! Look at him! This is what you get with war. Nobody really wins. You just get a bunch of
pointless destruction. That's why wars gotta end. Even Stable wars. I know how it is. Shit escalates 'til you can't think
straight. You get surrounded by people who wanna destroy you, and you get scared. You feel like there's nothin' you can
do, so you find friends. You latch onto a pack of jacked up wannabe predators that are all just as scared as you. You hope
they can protect you, when really, they're all just tryin' to protect themselves. AoD, DRG, Pantheon, Beach Krew, they're
all the same... and their time is up.
The silent crowd erupts in applause and joyous shouting. Waylon smiles and drops the mic to his hip.
Zach Davis: It looks like this crowd wants to see Waylon put an end to the stables.
Gravedigger: Or to see him die trying.
Waylon Cash: People can call me a hypocrite. I get it. I was a big part of two of the most dominant stables WCF ever saw.
I did damn good under those stables, and so did a lot of other people. The problem is, that ain't wrestling. When you fill
the roster up with stables, you don't get the sport we all love. You get gang warfare. You get a big group of idiots
runnin' headlong into another big group of idiots, and eventually it gets boring as fuck... like it has now. Hey! Let's
take a poll. Does anybody here really give a shit about DRG anymore? Aod? Pantheon? Go on, yell out the name of one stable
anyone gives a shit about anymore! It's over! These idiots just ain't figured it out yet. That's why I'm here. I got a big
ass to-do list if I'm gonna end this stupid stable war, and the first thing on it... I'm gonna win the War match.
Everybody thinks Thomas Bates or Jonny Fly is gonna win it, but I'm gonna show everybody that you don't need some posse of
jackasses backin' you up to kick ass! One guy can take out every last one of these dim bulbs, and that one guy is Waylon
The crowd lose it again, as Waylon smiles out at them.
Waylon Cash: God damn that's good to hear again! Wadday'all say? You ready to have some fun?!
More cheers, and Waylon's music hits, as he makes his way to the back. Slam goes to commercial.
David Sanchez Segment
When Slam comes back from it's commercial break we find David Sanchez standing in the center of the squared circle. He is dressed in a classic black pair of suit trousers and a midnight grey shirt with the United States championship strapped around his waist. He lifts a microphone to his lips, battling the crowd for audible volume as they boo and jeer him to the point that he pauses and smiles out at them with a patronizing, artificial grin.
David Sanchez: ... Some of you look a little shocked to see me still holding gold tonight, I've gotta say... this pleases me. I told you I was going to take Isaiah out of the equation and what did I do? I killed it. Like I always do... and why do I always kill it you ask? Well that's simple ladies ans gentlemen, because I... am David Sanchez; the Plague, the New Messiah... The Last King of Wrestling and the greatest United States champion in the history of history of this miserable company.
The crowd boos as David soaks in the hate, smiling as he points down at the eleven pound golden belt around his waist.
David Sanchez: Which brings me to tonight. I promised it during my interview with the Smark and I validated my intentions on Twitter. As some of you may know; tonight is the first night of the United States Former Champion's Invitational where I will defend the belt against any man who has ever held this belt on any given night of the year. This way, when it's all said and done... there can be no doubt cast against my claims. Tonight we have Logan... the very first champion. How fitting indeed. It's going to be a massacre children, you should tune in and see exactly what happens when some old guy tries to dethrone the once and future king. All I hear though all week is: what about Alex Richards? He earned a shot... Fuck that guy. This is my belt and being that he is not a former U.S champ... he won't be getting a shot, it's as simple as that and that's all I have to say abou...
David Sanchez is suddenly cut off as Dangerous by Shaman's Harvest begins to play. The crowd starts chanting USA, Archduke, and Pantheon as Alex Richards walks towards the ring doctor's bag in hand. The crowd continues to cheer for Alex as he rolls in under the bottom rope with David Sanchez looking at him with contempt obviously upset at being interupted.
Alex Richards: I couldn't help but notice. There's a lot of people you want to fight. But you must have forgotten someone. The guy who earned a title shot last week. The guy who cheap shotted after he just wrestled a match. The next United States champion! Yeah.. this guy.
The crowd erupts again. David couldn't look less impressed.
Alex Richards: I don't know how someone as large as me could have slipped your mind. But I'm out here now and I think it's time for another edition of that popular game I like to play... balls or no balls. So David.. let me ask you do you want to fight or do you have.... no balls?
David looks at Alex then waves his hand.
David Sanchez: You're not worth it.
David begins to leave as the crowd jeers. Alex turns to lead the crowd in a chant of No Balls which obviously catches on. David immediately slides back in and charges Alex title belt in hand obviously intent on clocking him again. But this time Alex sees him coming and connects with a big boot staggering the champion! Alex then grabs him by the throat lifting him up for his modified chokeslam also known as the Zim-Quila Hangover but David grabs the top rope to block it then slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp holding up the championship to a loud chorus of boos.
Alex Richards: Where are you going David? That is not how the champion of America acts! You don't want to fight me now? I'll give you time to prepare! That's how confident I am! Two weeks David, last Slam before War. I'm calling my shot right now! If you're the champion you claim to be, you'll put your title on the line. But I'm telling you now David... confusion... always reigns!
Slam goes to commercial as Sanchez and Richards stare each other down.
VIC VENABLE vs WADE MOOR
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam, coming to you live from Wheeling, West Virginia! What a show it's been tonight so far! The atmosphere started off a little solemn, but these wonderful athletes in the WCF have uplifted everyone's spirits!
Gravedigger: Quit talking, Zach. You're upsetting them again!
The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A.
Freddy Whoa: Well, there goes the night.
Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back – and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Zach Davis: I can't believe he's still wearing Scarecrow's hoodie...and carrying that Internet Championship around like he actually WON it.
Gravedigger: He did WIN the match, though.
Zach Davis: Oh yeah? In a sick, twisted fashion. Regardless of if he actually WON or not, the Internet Championship wasn't on the line! He's no more of the Internet Champion than I AM!
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from 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 pacing the ring as he awaits his opponent.
"Struck a Nerve" hits the P.A, as the lights go a dark shade of blue, as smoke fills the entrance way.
Zach Davis: I really hope Vic shuts Wade's stupid mouth tonight. Everything Wade Moor says makes me absolutely sick to my stomach.
Freddy Whoa: I think Vic Venable agrees with you on that one. He's sick and tired of the lies Wade has been spewing regarding the tragedy that occurred at Revenge, and he promised to personally shut it here tonight!
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. 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...
Zach Davis: OH GOD! WADE NOT WASTING A SECOND!!!
Wade is on top of Vic before he can even make it through the ropes, pounding on his back with hard right forearms and tearing away at the shirt he wore down to the ring! Wade pulls it up and over his head as he yanks Venable through the ropes and into the ring! The ref calls for the bell as Wade begins dropping his boot down on Vic's neck, back, shoulders...anywhere he can make contact with!
Zach Davis: Can't Wade just fight fair for once in his miserable life!
Freddy Whoa: I don't think anyone from #BeachKrew knows the meaning of the word fair!
Gravedigger: What was so unfair about that? That was a smart tactic. Vic shouldn't have wasted so much time gallivanting to the ring, then maybe he would have seen that he had a match to fight!
Wade pulls Vic up to his feet and rips his shirt completely off of his body. He irish whip's Vic into the rope and catches him with a powerslam on the way back. Wade continues to control the pace of the match by mounting Vic and dropping hard right fists into the top part of Vic's cranium!
Crowd: LET'S GO VIC V! FUCK YOU MOOR! LET'S GO VIC V! FUCK YOU MOOR! LET'S GO VIC V! FUCK YOU MOOR!
Wade unmounts Vic and yells to the crowd.
Wade Moor: YOU WANT ME TO FUCK HIM MORE?! I CAN DO THAT!
Wade laughs, turns around...and eats a hard uppercut from Vic to a huge POP from the crowd! Wade falls back against the ropes as Vic starts catching Wade with a strike combo. Jab, chop, shin kick! Wade reels towards the turnbuckle and Vic follows suit! Vic catches Wade with a knee to the gut, backs up, and smashes Wade with a running dropkick hard into the turnbuckle. Wade bounces off, and Vic is quick to his feet. He irish whips Wade into the opposite turnbuckle...
Zach Davis: Vic is mounting an incredible comeback!
Freddy Whoa: Knock on wood, Zach.
Wade hits the turnbuckle as Vic gears up. He charges and goes for a corner plancha!...but Wade spins out of the way! Vic crashes out of the corner holding his chest as Wade grabs him by the throat to a ominous BOO from the crowd! Wade smiles as he tosses Vic across the ring and he lands at an awkward angle. Wade slithers to Vic and covers him for the pinfall.
Zach Davis: Shoulder up! Barely a two count!
Gravedigger: I don't know how Vic kicked out of that one!
Freddy Whoa: Must be the fighting spirit he got from his brother Franky!
Wade pulls Vic's head under his arm and angles his knee into his back. He starts wrenching the headlock, smiling like a mad mother fucker as he does so. Vic struggles in the headlock as Wade locks it in even tighter!
Zach Davis: Vic has to figure a way out of this lock. It looks like he's running low on oxygen!
Freddy Whoa: Never count Vic out of a fight. He's scrappy.
Vic continues to pull at Wade's arm, trying to escape from the hold...but Vic's arms begin to slip down. Wade wrenches the hold as Vic's arms fall to his side. Wade turns to the commentary table.
Wade Moor: Are you paying attention over there?! Open your eyes!
Zach Davis: You shut your mouth, Wade! Pay attention to your match!
Wade continues to lock in the hold...but Vic is starting to show signs of life! He lifts his hands back up to Wade's arm, and grabs a hold of it! Vic's foot angles underneath his leg and he starts to lift himself off the mat – the crowd slow clapping him to life – Wade trying his hardest to keep Vic grounded! Vic gets both of his feet up, pushing Wade up with him...Vic smashes his elbow hard into Wade's gut, who's grip starts to slip on the hold he has him held in! Vic hits Wade with another hard elbow and Wade gets knocked back.
Zach Davis: Vic escaped the choke hold!
Freddy Whoa: WATCH OUT VIC!
Wade immediately comes back with that wound up POSEIDON PUNCH!...
Zach Davis: VIC DODGED IT!
As Wade turns around, Vic lifts up off the ground and catches Wade with an enziguiri kick. Wade limply falls to the mat, repeatedly opening and closing his eyes, trying to figure out what exactly hit him. Vic tries his hardest to push himself to his feet, but Wade did a number on him with the choke hold. Vic crawls towards the ropes as Wade shakes off the hit, looking around to try and find his bearings. Vic gets to his feet and crosses the ring, kicking Wade in the chest to knock him back down to the ground!
Zach Davis: Vic going for the choke hold now!
Freddy Whoa: No...he's going for the Gator Roll?!
Vic grabs Wade by the head and rolls him nimbly into the middle of the ring with a gator roll!
Gravedigger: That was impressive!
Zach Davis: Vic is showing some fighting spirit now!
Vic rolls Wade again!...but Wade stops him mid roll! He brings his knee up directly into Vic's head, who stumbles back against the ropes! Wade is quick to his feet...but Vic comes flying back with the FUS ROH DAH! Wade hits the mat and Vic quickly covers him for the pinfall, the crowd counting along with the ref slapping the mat!
Wade's shoulder flies off the mat to a tremendous BOO from the crowd! Vic gets to his feet and pulls Wade up with him! He hits Wade with a dropkick, knocking Wade into the ropes, and as he comes back he drops him with a snapmare. Vic bounces off the ropes and hits Wade in the back with a sit out dropkick! Wade snarls in pain, trying to reach around his back to nurse the spot Vic hit! Wade falls over and rolls away from Vic! Wade climbs to his feet as Vic comes up from behind, grabbing Wade around the waist! Wade barrels away towards the turnbuckle. Vic moves to pick Wade up...but Wade wraps his arms around the turnbuckle and shoves Vic away. Vic rolls away towards the ropes and leaps off of them with a springboard crossbody...but Wade catches him in mid air with a SUPERMAN PUNCH, knocking Vic to the ground.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
Wade slinks up to Vic and drops down, hooking his leg up for the pinfall.
The bell rings to a massive BOO from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Wade Moor did it...he beat Vic Venable...
Gravedigger: Sound more excited, Zach! The man just won a very impressive match!
Zach Davis: I'm sorry, I have no intention of getting excited for a murderer!
Gravedigger: What are you talking about! He didn't do it! He was exonerated from the crime, Zach.
The ref moves to lift Wade's hand in victory, but Wade yanks him off! He drops down to the mat and starts choking Vic Venable, snarling at the man caught in his grasp, to a loud BOO from the crowd! Suddenly, the crowd POPS, but before Wade has a chance to look up to see why, Alex Richards kicks Wade across the face with a heavy boot, knocking Wade down to the mat! The crowd POPS hard as Richards starts laying a beating onto Wade!
Zach Davis: FINALLY! SOME RETRIBUTION! GET THAT DEMENTED MAN FOR YOUR FALLEN FRIEND ALEX!
Gravedigger: The odds are unfair!
Alex lifts Wade to his feet, who's shaking his head back and forth! The look in Alex's eyes is a twisted mixture of rage and pleasure! He's about to lift Wade off the ground...
Zach Davis: He's going for the FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT! SAY GOODNIGHT WADE!
…but a mixed reaction from the crowd signals another man has just slid into the ring, but somebody unrecognized by the people in attendance.
Zach Davis: Who is that?
Gravedigger: That's WCF's newest signee, Rico Rojas...but what's he doing out here!
Before Alex can react, Rico hits him in the back of the leg with a quick chop! Alex drops Wade and turns to face Rico, but Wade drops down and hits Alex in the nether regions with a low-blow as well! Wade slips out of the ring as Alex falls forward...
Rico Rojas: #BITCHSLAP!!!
Rico winds up and drops Alex with a hard slap across the face! Rico smirks confidently...and turns around into a...
Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
But before the kick is about to connect, Wade pulls Rico out of the ring under the bottom rope! The two duck out of the situation as Vic goes to check on Alex Richards. Rico and Wade slowly back up the ramp, keeping an eye on the two as they disappear into the back.
Gravedigger: I'll say this about Vic, he ain't no bitch like his brother, that's for sure.
Zach Davis: Hold on a minute, someone is jumping up from the barricade right towards Vic!
Indeed, a tattooed man with cornrows is hopping the fence to the ringside area, and before Vic can even comprehend what is happening, he's hit with an OMEGA DRIVER by the unknown man!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! VIC'S GETTING JUMPED BY...SOMEONE!
Zach Davis: My sources are saying they do not know who this person is or why he's attacking Vic here tonight, perhaps we'll hear from the man himself.
The cornrow'd assailant glares at Vic's hurt body, taking in the moment with a wicked smile of glee on his face, before he hops right back into the crowd where he came from.
Zach Davis: Or....not, I guess.
Freddy Whoa: Medical is coming in to give Vic a hand backstage, but this only raises questions for the future. I'm sure this is not the last we've seen of this...whatever he is.
Zach Davis: Indeed, we gotta cut to commercial. ALEX RICHARDS AND BRYAN WORTHY UP NEXT.
Cut to commercial.
ALEX RICHARDS vs BRYAN WORTHY
After a commercial break Alex Richards is just recovering his head leaning against the ropes holding his head. A referee walks into the ring to check on Alex.
Freddy Whoa: That savage attack on Alex Richards by Wade and the newest member of the Beach Krew could put this match in jeopardy here.
"Superman" from “Tevar” cues up as Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the fans to cheer louder. He jogs down towards the ring. Once he reaches the apron, he turns back, drops to one knee and points at the fans on both sides of the ramp, nodding his head to the music. Then he rolls under the ropes and does the Kurt Angle arms outstretched spinning taunt before heading to his corner.
Zach Davis: It's good to see Bryan “Buzz” Worthy, the former television champion back in the ring.
Gravedigger: I don't know if this match is even going to happen. Those Pantheon guys.. all a bunch of quitters.
Referee Luke Scott asks Alex if he can continue, even Bryan Worthy looks a little concerned as Alex nods his head and the opening bell sounds and he immediately spears Bryan to the ground getting directly into the mount position and unloading on him with a barrage of rights and lefts. When the referee warns Alex for his tactics he gets to his head and starts to stomp away on the returning star. Alex reaches down and lifts up Bryan by the throat choke tossing him across the ring to the other corner.
Freddy Whoa: Apparently the attack a few minutes ago didn't help Alex's already bad mood. He said he was going to take out his aggression on Bryan Worthy tonight and thus far he is living up to his words.
Alex charges Bryan in the corner connecting with a vicious running elbow strike to the jawline of Worthy. He backs off then does it again! Buzz slumps in the corner as Alex starts to light him up with vicious chops quickly reddening the chest of Bryan Worthy.
Zach Davis: If he's doing this to Worthy, whom he has nothing against, what do you think he's going to do to the Beach Krew or David Sanchez who he already has issues with?
Gravedigger: Wade, Rico, and David can take care of themselves don't you worry.
Alex drags the already stunned Worthy out of the corner and connects with a hard T Bone suplex making the first cover of the match.
Buzz kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Had to think the veteran Worthy had more fight in him than that.
Alex immediately drags Buzz to his feet and presses him over his head then drops him down hard with a gut buster across his outstretched knee! Alex doesn't make a cover this time though instead he drags Bryan back up and presses him overhead again, walking Worthy around the ring obviously intent on depositing him on the floor. But Bryan slips out and dropkicks Alex from behind into the ropes then rolls him up from behind.
Gravedigger: He almost got him out of nowhere!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Alex just took Buzz's head literally off with a vicious clothesline!
Gravedigger: Not literally! You are one awful announcer Freddy. They should fire you and Zach and let me announce the shows by myself.
Alex seeing his opponent down decides to do the Garvin stomp stomping all over the leg of Buzz, up to the body of Buzz, then finally on the face of Worthy! Alex makes another cover as the referee makes the count.
shoulder up from Buzz!
Alex drags Buzz back up perhaps for the last time and then time takes him down hard with an STO! Then immediately pulls him to his feet and Irish whips him to the corner! Alex walks to the opposite corner so he can get his full momentum going for him and charges for a massive splash in the corner! But Buzz moves out of the way and Alex hits nothing but buckle! Buzz quickly takes the advantage climbing to the second rope and connecting with a high cross body.
kick out from Alex!
Alex throws another big clothesline but Buzz ducks this time and applies a sleeper hold! Leaping onto the back of Richards and squeezing tight. However Alex showing good ring awareness simply backs into the corner crushing Worthy against the buckles. He turns back towards Bryan and gives him a hard head butt in the corner then immediately backs off shaking his head.
Zach Davis: Alex perhaps showing some ill effects from his earlier attack. That may not have been a smart move.
Alex shakes it off though and charges Worthy with a big boot but Buzz comes it coming and ducks out of the way causing Alex to crotch himself on the ropes. Buzz thinks for a second, then kicks Alex's other leg out from under him!
Freddy Whoa: Bryan Worthy taking advantage of the earlier low blow Alex took at the hands of Wade. He didn't want to but he's a competitor! He's won a lot of matches in the WCF and you don't do that by showing mercy. The reporter slash wrestler starting to show his skills with a series of rapid fire legdrops on the big man!
Bryan goes for the spinning toe hold but the powerful veteran Alex kicks him off to the corner and tries to recover his feet leading to Bryan drop kicking him in the knee then DDTing him down hard! Worthy follows it up by dropping three straight elbow rapidly to the skull of Alex before hooking both legs and making a pin attempt.
Alex powers out!
Bryan doesn't seem worried though as he grabs the leg of Alex again this time successfully executing the spinning toe hold. He then spins a second time! And a third before dropping down into a modified figure four leglock!
Gravedigger: I have to give him credit. Smart moves from the newsman here, grounding the larger Alex Richards.
Zach Davis: Alex started off strong but it looks like Worthy has weathered the storm and taken control of this match up. He might force Richards to tap out here. What would that do to Alex's future United States title shot?
Gravedigger: Prove Sanchez right. That he doesn't deserve it!
Worthy continues to crank on the figure four as the official asks the Archduke if he wants to quit but he shakes his head. And finally reaches out and grabs the ropes. Bryan quickly breaks the hold before the referee even has to ask.
Gravedigger: See? That's stupid you have a five count. Use it!
Freddy Whoa: Buzz knows what he's doing. He beat John Gable in the past. He can do the same to Alex Richards. Alex trying to struggle to his feet as Worthy waits behind him, bouncing off the ropes to gain momentum.
And Bryan connects with a hard bulldog, bouncing the skull of Alex off of the mat. He rolls Richards over, then bounces off the ropes again connecting with a big splash! He makes another cover.
barely got the shoulder up!
Bryan doesn't waste any time talking to the official over the close count instead he applies a dragon sleeper on the big man! Grape vining his legs around Richards.
Zach Davis: Smart move from Buzz! He's obviously been training during his break from the WCF! I don't think there is any escape here!
Alex however pulls off a surprisingly smart move rolling towards then under the ropes causing both men to tumble to the arena floor! Buzz releases the hold and gets to his feet a little worse for wear. Alex however gets to have gotten the worse of it and ended up on the bottom of the roll. Buzz drags Alex to his feet and immediately eats a punch to the gut. Alex then attempts a hip toss into the ring post but Buzz blocks and reverses the move hip tossing Richards into the post instead!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Brutal move from Worthy there! He might have this one won!
Buzz rolls Richards back into the ring and makes the pin try.
foot on the ropes.
Buzz can't believe it. As the hurt veteran Richards rolls back out to the floor again. Buzz bounces off of the ropes diving toward them only to be caught in mid air by Alex! Alex then shifts Worthy up into a powerbomb position and runs him right into the ring post!
Gravedigger: The Unconscious Truth! Alex Richards hit the Unconscious Truth! I don't like him but that is one brutal move.
Alex tosses Buzz back in and places him on the top turnbuckle.. he follows him up lifting him for the sit out powerbomb into the reverse lung blower also known as the Sanity Slip! He makes the pin.
Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match, The Archduke of Mass Confusion, Alex Richards!
Zach Davis: Bryan Worthy came to fight in his return match and really took it to the Pantheon member Alex Richards tonight but in the end the power of Alex overcame the determined newsman.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah but after being attacked by the Beach Krew couldn't stop him I don't know what would have denied Alex here tonight. Seems like a wrong place, wrong time situation for Worthy here. But it took both of Alex's finishing moves to finally put him down here tonight.
Slam goes to commercial.
Hardcore Title Match
TORTURE vs ?
TORTURE vs ?
Kings of Leon hits the airwaves and Team of Torture hit the stage.
Zach Davis: Just.. when we thought this show was going well.
Gravedigger: Hey now, it's been a few weeks. Maybe things have changed.
Zach Davis: Kidding me, right?
Gravedigger: Of course I am. Even I didn't buy that BS.
They walk down the ramp but it seems as if Torture isn't here to clown around and he's here for business. The team along with Torture step into the ring and the music dies down and fades away as Torture grabs a microphone from a ring-hand. The crowd stops booing long enough for Tort to spit a short sentence out.
Torture drops the microphone and kicks it out of the ring. He turns towards the stage and ramp. He unlocks his Hardcore Championship belt and hands it to Chris Avery. Avery puts the title on the turnbuckle in the corner as Dude Looks Like A Lady by Aerosmith plays. The crowd kind of pops as Dude jogs down the ramp. He stands still at the bottom of the ramp while the music changes to Van Halen's Ain't talkin bout love and Brad Prince comes jogging down. He joins Dude and the two stand there as Joe Bronies music hits and he comes down the ramp. The three stand together.
Zach Davis: Well, this is an official Hardcore Championship match.. but is it three on one?
Gravedigger: Well with Team of Torture in the ring is it every a fair fight?
Zach Davis: True that.
Torture yells out with rage and a fit of passion for them to get into the ring. Daniels, Tank and Avery quietly slide out and leave Torture in the ring by himself. Dude and Prince slide in but both are clotheslined down stiffly by Torture! Bronie slides into the ring but Tort starts to stomp him down as the ref asks for the bell to ring. Torture picks up Dude and throws him to the ropes and upon his rebound Torture back body drops him over the top rope to the mats below.
Zach Davis: Torture wrestling with a style we haven't seen in quite a while!
Torture picks up Prince and throws him into the corner and he stays put. Tort picks up Bronie and throws him face first into Prince.. as Bronie stumbles backwards Torture grabs him and hits a quick Tortures Device! Torture gets up and picks up Prince as he stumbles out of the corner and hits a stiff Death Valley Driver. Daniels and Avery stack a table from the apron to the announcer table as a bridge. Torture nods in approval and picks up Prince onto his shoulders like another DVD coming and tosses him over the top ropes and Prince crashes through the table!
Gravedigger: Oh wow! Prince is broken in half!
Dude slides back into the ring holding his back from the stiff back body drop to the outside. As he gets to his feet Torture hits a few lefts and rights before throwing him back into the ropes and when he returns Torture hits a stiff as FUCK clothesline turning Dude inside and out. Bronie gets to his feet and Torture slides under his arm, locks him from behind and hits another Tortures Device! Tort stands to his feet and runs his thumb quickly over his own neck calling for this whole thing to end.
Zach Davis: This is getting out of hand.. we have officials checking on Prince who is looking bad, Digger.
Gravedigger: Yeah, this isn't good. He's looking like the ol' Torture we used to see.
Daniels slides in a table and sets it up in the corner vertically. Torture picks up Dude for a powerbomb but throws Dude through the table. Dude smashes through the table and the crowd gasps at the crazy spot. Finally Bronie gets to his feet to receive another Tortures Device! The crowd pops at the chaos happening but continue booing Torture. Tank slides in a steel chair. Daniels slides into the ring and picks up Dude and throws him towards Torture as Tort swings the chair like a baseball bat and cracks it over Dude's head. Bronie is using the ropes to get up when Daniels picks him up and turns him around so Torture can crack the chair over Bronies head! Officials begin to run down the ramp and grab the three jobbers at ringside. Torture throws the chair down hitting Prince as other refs and staff are checking on his condition.
Zach Davis: This is outrageous!
The ref rings the bell ending the match and goes to raise Tortures arm before he's grabbed by Daniels and thrown through the ropes! Torture is handed a microphone by Avery and Torture speaks.
Torture: The road to WAR starts now..
Crowd pops for WAR but continues booing.
Torture: And for any son of a bitch looking for me..
Crowd pops at the implication of Logan..
Torture: I'm not hard to find..
Tort throws down the mic and Avery tosses the Hardcore strap on Tortures shoulder. Kings of Leon hits the airwaves as Team of Torture leave the ring and up the ramp. Completely in serious-mode.
Zach Davis: Well, things have certainly changed quickly..
Gravedigger: Prince isn't looking too good.
Zach Davis: We have to take a commercial break, we'll be right back fans!
Slam goes to commercial.
OBLIVION/SPENCER ADAMS vs DOUG MURDOCK/KYLE KEMP
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Upstate New York, weighing in at 268 pounds, Doug “The Thug” Murdock!!
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.
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.
Kyle Steel: And his partner, from Chicago, Illinois..he weighs in at 210 pounds, Kyle Kemp!!
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms, the people’s championship displayed proudly around his waist. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down. He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
Gravedigger: Here’s the guy to watch out for right here!
Zach Davis: What a strange mix we have here in this match. Didn’t expect to see Kyle Kemp and Doug Murdock on the same side.
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of strange pairings..
Kyle Steel: And their opponent, from Chicago, Illinois..he weighs in at 190 pounds, “The Antidote” Spencer Adams!!
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 right arm high into the air.
Gravedigger: Boo! Boo!
Zach Davis: Oh could you shut up?
Vinnie Briggs: Dougie is gonna kill this fool!
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 motions for the fans to make some noise before leaping down and waiting for his partner.
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: 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 fuck this guy up just like he did at Revenge!
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: What a match we have here!
Zach Davis: A lot of bad blood in this match, that’s for sure!
The two corners discuss who will kick off the match before Oblivion and Kyle Kemp step through to kick things off.
DING DING DING!
Freddy Whoa: And this one is underway!
Kemp attempts to tie up Oblivion but is shoved away.
Zach Davis: Wow..Oblivion not even phased by Kemp here!
Gravedigger: Oh, shut up! You know damn well that Kemp will find a way to take him down like the champion that he is!
Kemp quickly springs back up, jumping at Oblivion and throwing blows left and right.
Freddy Whoa: Irish whipping Kemp off the ropes now.
Gravedigger: And Kemp rebounds with the baseball slide! Smart strategy to try to take the monster out!
Kemp hits Oblivion with a series of blows and kicks, but Oblivion manages to stay on his knees.
Zach Davis: Kemp bouncing off the ropes himself this time!
Freddy Whoa: And Oblivion catches him with a vicious uppercut!
Zach Davis: And the cover!
Oblivion stands up, dragging Kemp to his feet as well as he whips him into the corner and charges.
Gravedigger: Kemp counters with the kick!
Oblivion staggers back a bit as Kemp climbs to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Flying crossbody!
Zach Davis: But Oblivion catches him!
Freddy Whoa: And he rams Kemp into that turnbuckle and that one had to hurt!
Zach Davis: Oblivion charging back again!
Gravedigger: And Kemp rolls out of the ring! What a smart guy! One of the best champions I’ve ever seen!
Oblivion looks on as Kemp walks it off a bit. The crowd boos heavily as Kemp walks back towards the ring as Oblivion waits for him against the ropes. Kemp realizes the opportunity and yanks at the ankles, managing to finally bring him down.
Gravedigger: And now Kemp slides back in and continues to show his in ring intelligence!
Freddy Whoa: Stomping away at Oblivion now, trying everything he can to keep him down!
Zach Davis: Kemp with the tag to Doug!
Vinnie Briggs: This is the guy you all need to keep an eye on! My boy Doug is gonna wreck these jokers!
Doug pulls Oblivion up and attempts a belly to belly.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion counters with a knee to the gut!
Zach Davis: And Oblivion now going for a suplex of his own, lifting up Murdock!
Vinnie Briggs: Dougie falls behind and fights out of it! That’s how we do it!
Doug shoves Oblivion against the ropes and wraps his arms around his waist as he staggers backwards.
Freddy Whoa: German suplex!
Zach Davis: And the pin!
Vinnie Briggs: Keep at it, Dougie! You’ll get’em!
Doug lifts Oblivion to his feet once again, dragging him to the corner and making the tag to Kemp before Oblivion starts hitting the two with strong rights. He manages to drop Kemp off the apron with a big haymaker and throws Doug over the top rope before charging back to his own corner.
Freddy Whoa: Tag made to Adams!
Zach Davis: But Oblivion is still in the ring as he walks back over to the opponent's’ corner. What’s he looking to do here?
Spencer Adams runs at Oblivion who lifts him up with a back body drop over the corner and onto Kemp and Doug.
Freddy Whoa: What was that?!
Zach Davis: It appeared to be a strange bit of teamwork from this unlikely pairing!
Adams gets to his feet and rolls Kemp into the ring before sliding in as well.
Freddy Whoa: He waits for Kemp to stand up!
Zach Davis: Superkick!
Gravedigger: But Kemp blocks it and spins him around!
Freddy Whoa: Flapjack on the ropes!
Gravedigger: Excellent reversal on that schmuck!
Zach Davis: Kemp with the tag to Murdock!
Freddy Whoa: Murdock lifts up Adams!
Zach Davis: Belly to belly!
Vinnie Briggs: Good job, Dougie!
Doug lifts him up for another.
Freddy Whoa: And another belly to belly by Doug Murdock!
Doug taunts for Spencer to get up and sizes him up for the signature.
Zach Davis: Big running shoulderblock!
Vinnie Briggs: We call that Cross Checking, baby!
Freddy Whoa: And the cover!
Doug shows a bit of frustration before tagging back out to Kemp who rushes in and continues the assault by stomping away at Spencer. He pulls a wobbling Spencer to his feet.
Gravedigger: Backhand chop! And another! And another!
Zach Davis: Kemp lifting Adams up!
Gravedigger: And a beautifully executed scoop slam by Kyle Kemp! What a talent!
Kemp drops down.
Kemp pounds the mat a bit in frustration and lifts Adams back to his feet before delivering another series of backhand chops.
Gravedigger: Hey, it seemed to take a bit of the life out of Adams before, why not go for the same type of offense again?
Zach Davis: Spencer doing a good job of hanging in there.
Gravedigger: Adams sucks and you know it!
Kemp lifts him up, going for the scoop slam once again.
Freddy Whoa: Adams gets free and drops behind Kemp!
Zach Davis: Kemp turns around!
Freddy Whoa: That Super duper kick!
The two drop to the mat as the crowd begins to rally behind Spencer who tries to crawl his way to the corner and make the tag, but is beaten to it when Kyle Kemp rolls towards his respective corner and Doug reaches over and tags himself in, quickly rushing over and dropping an elbow to prevent Spencer from tagging in.
Zach Davis: And Doug drops down for a sleeper hold now! Very smart strategy to weaken the smaller Spencer Adams and keep him from tagging in Oblivion!
Doug and Spencer both struggle for control as the two rise to their feet and Doug keeps the hold in tight.
Freddy Whoa: Doug letting go of the hold now.
Zach Davis: And immediately grabbing onto the waist for a mean German suplex!
Doug keeps the arms locked around the midsection as he lifts Spencer up for again.
Freddy Whoa: And a second german! Can he make it three!
Zach Davis: German suplex again!
Doug still continues to lift Spencer up as he goes for a couple more and the crowd starts chanting along to the count.
Doug lifts him once again.
Freddy Whoa: Doug lets go of the hold and it appears as though the damage has been done!
Gravedigger: Spencer Adams taking a trip to Suplexopolis!
Zach Davis: Isn’t that stretching it a bit? We don’t want a lawsuit on our hands here, do we?
Gravedigger: Oh shut up!
Doug walks over and makes the tag to Kemp who runs over and stomps away at Spencer once again, keeping him away from the fresh tag.
Gravedigger: Kemp picking up Adams! Might be going for a suplex of his own!
Freddy Whoa: Adams flips backwards and reverses!
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams grabbing Kemp now!
Freddy Whoa: Shenanigans! That signature move busted out by Spencer Adams as he drops Kemp’s head right into the knee!
Spencer staggers backwards as Kemp rolls back to his corner as well.
Gravedigger: Kemp making the tag!
Freddy Whoa: And Adams with the hot tag!
Both Spencer and Kemp roll to the outside.
Doug and Oblivion both step through as Oblivion drops him with a clothesline.
Zach Davis: And another!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion grabbing Doug!
Zach Davis: Dirtnap!
Kemp climbs back onto the apron.
Freddy Whoa: And Oblivion tackling Kemp off the side!
Oblivion turns around as Doug begins to rise to his feet. He sizes him up for the 5150.
Zach Davis: Doug struggles out of it!
Vinnie Briggs: Dougie running right after him! That’s right!
Zach Davis: And Oblivion gets him up again!
Spencer slides in the ring as Kemp begins to get back up on the outside. He runs off the ropes, leaping to the outside.
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams with the somersault plancha taking out Kyle Kemp!
Freddy Whoa: 5150!
Gravedigger: Doug lands on his feet and lifts up Oblivion!
Zach Davis: At the buzzer and the cover!
The ref calls for the bell as Doug starts to celebrate in the ring.
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners! Kyle Kemp and Doug “The Thuuuggg” Murrrrrdooocckk!!
Doug rolls out of the ring as Vinnie joins him on the ramp and slam goes to commercial.
JEFF PURSE/JAY OMEGA vs DENISE D'EVIL/NIGHT RIDER
Zach Davis: It's time for some tag team action now, with the team of Jeff Purse and Jay Omega of Pantheon taking on Night Rider and Denise D'evil of the Angels of Death.
Freddy Whoa: Shouldn't these two be in mourning, or something? I mean, Scarecrow just died, and here these two are as if nothing's happened.
Gravedigger: Well, they're Pantheon. Everybody knows those jackasses only care about themselves.
"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, representing Pantheon... The Future, Jeff Purse, and The Omega Man, Jay Omega!
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 their opponents.
Zach Davis: Pantheon as a whole has been in a bit of a slump in recent weeks, but we saw that begin to change last week at Revenge, when Jeff Purse returned to active competition alongside Jay Omega.
Freddy Whoa: Well, no offense to Jackson White, but there was no other way that match could have gone. The Ultimate Destroyer is practically a wild animal; there's no strategy involved. And when you're up against two guys of this caliber, you need a strategy.
Gravedigger: I'm sure the AoD discussed strategy earlier tonight. I'm also sure Night Rider then got stoned and immediately forgot what that strategy was. Don't quote me on this, but I bet him and Denise are just going to wing it.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of white light streak through the sky, and hit the stage, exploding into white sparkles that fall onto the back of the stage. The opening for "O Verona" begins to play over the loud speaker, then fades into "Orion" by Metallica as the sound of a whinnying horse is heard from within the shower of the sparkles. The tron comes to life with scenes from different matches of the various AoD members, as well as fights outside the ring. As the sparkles stop, we see Denise D'evil dressed in black and silver, on top of her horse, with Night Rider astride a motorcycle. Denise taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as pillars of sparkles explode on either side of the pair on the ramp way. When they reach the ring Denise pulls back in the reigns and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. Meanwhile, Night Rider also dismounts, and leaves his bike leaning on its kickstand. The duo climb the stairs one after the other and enter the ring. Denise removes the long black cloak that is over her shoulders and tosses it in the corner, then she and Night Rider await the opening bell.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Night Rider and Denise waste no time, and both charge across the ring; taking the fight to Pantheon right away. D'evil backs Omega into the corner with a fierce flurry of fists and forearms. Meanwhile, Night Rider and Purse batter each other, with Jeff absorbing most of the punishment. Rider backs Purse into the ropes, then whips him across the ring and follows along right behind, taking both men over the top and to the floor with a massive clothesline. Jay gets his guard up and counters a haymaker from Denise with a headbutt, then gains some room with a kick to the midsection. Omega surges out of the corner, but gets caught with an arm drag into an armbar. D'evil releases the armbar right away, and drops a knee on the side of Jay's head. Outside the ring, Night Rider and Purse are back on their feet, with Rider dragging Jeff over to the announce table by the back of the head.
Zach Davis: Jay Omega and Denise D'evil are in the ring, Jeff Purse and Night Rider are right in front of us, and--
Freddy Whoa: And Purse with the reversal! An elbow to the solar plexus, a kick to the back of the knee, and Jeff slams Night Rider's head off the table hard enough to spill my coffee!
Gravedigger: I know for a fact that's bourbon.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know what you're talking about.
Omega scrambles to his feet, and Denise is back on him right away with a series of knife edge chops, then an Irish whip across the ring. D'evil hits a well-executed back body drop, but Jay launches himself off her back with enough extra rotation to land on his feet. Omega continues his forward momentum and hits the ropes again, looking for a clothesline on the return. Denise ducks under the swing and wraps her arms around Jay's waist. A pop of the hips, and Denise drives Omega into the mat with a German suplex. Purse climbs onto the apron looking to punish Night Rider further, but the big man grabs him off the side of the ring, hoists him overhead with a military press, then drops him chest-first onto the announce table. Jeff recoils and sprawls against the apron, then dives out of the way as Night Rider barrels in with a boot that would have surely decapitated him.
Zach Davis: Denise D'evil with with a pin attempt; not even a one. Jeff Purse with a dropkick to that exposed knee of Night Rider.
Freddy Whoa: Purse trying to follow up, and Night Rider rakes the eyes; that's a dirty move.
Gravedigger: Trust me, the ref doesn't care about what's going on outside the ring right now.
Jay scrambles up again, and staves off D'evil's advance with a kick to the gut followed by a European uppercut. A quick step-up enzuigiri puts Denise on the canvas, and Omega slides out of the ring behind Night Rider. Jay clubs the larger man with a double axe handle, stopping Rider from driving Purse's head into the ringpost. He gets in a few more quick shots, but a back elbow from the big man sends Omega staggering back. Denise comes out of nowhere with a baseball slide kick that throws Jay into the front of the announce table. Omega tries to bound back up, but loses his footing and turns the stumble into a diving chop block on Night Rider's already softened knee. Jeff makes his way around the ring to Pantheon's corner and climbs up onto the apron. Once steady on his feet again, Jay climbs back into the ring as the ref's count gets up to five, and D'evil sets on him instantly. Omega fights back enough to gain some space, then lunges forward with a lariat.
Zach Davis: Omega takes down Denise once more then makes a tag to Jeff Purse, who enters the ring with a slingshot leg drop.
Freddy Whoa: I always cringe when I see people do that; doesn't it hurt the butt?
Gravedigger: Not if you do it right. But that just goes to show that this sport can have consequences for more than just the victi... losers.
Purse drags Denise to the center of the ring then covers her, but Night Rider pulls him off before the ref can even get into position. Jeff pops to his feet and takes a swing at Night Rider, but the official breaks up the scuffle and forces Rider out of the ring. This gives D'evil time to recover, and she pushes herself to her feet. Denise creeps behind Purse, then sends him crashing into the mat with a Russian leg sweep. She rolls quickly to her feet and drops an elbow across Jeff's chest, then repeats the process before hooking the far leg.
Zach Davis: Jeff kicks out at two, but Denise just goes right back to those forearm clubs to the head.
Freddy Whoa: Is it just me, or do the AoD seem a little more violent than usual tonight?
Gravedigger: No, I noticed that too. And I like it so far. Especially since it's mostly being directed at Pantheon.
D'evil makes the tag to Night Rider, and the big man starts to pummel Purse with a barrage of meaty fists. The onslaught pushes Jeff against the ropes, and the ref calls for a break. Rider obliges by slinging Purse across the ring, where Omega makes a blind tag. Jeff ducks under a clothesline from Night Rider, and picks up more momentum as he heads back across the ring. Rider turns the miss to his advantage, and hits the ropes as well, only to receive a stiff kick to the lower back from Jay. As Night Rider stumbles forward, his momentum sapped, Omega springboards to the top rope and balances there for a moment. Purse comes back with a full head of steam, and delivers a spinning heel kick, as Jay comes off the ropes with a missile dropkick. Omega makes a cover while Jeff holds off Denise.
Zach Davis: Another near fall, but Night Rider kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: And after taking a pair of kicks like that, too. That's pretty damn impressive.
Gravedigger: That's nothing; I've taken worse and still kicked out. One time I kicked out with two broken legs.
Freddy Whoa: I'm pretty sure that never happened.
Gravedigger: You calling me a liar? I think that might have been the year I won WAR.
Zach Davis: I'm with Freddy on this one.
Purse heads back to the Pantheon corner, while Night Rider tries to get to his feet. His efforts are hindered by Jay kicking him in the head every time he rises to a knee, but he does manage to stagger up. Omega presses the attack, and lashes out with a rapid-fire string of Shotei palm strikes. He signals to Jeff, and with a bit of help from the ropes, Jay manages to whip Night Rider across the ring. Purse climbs in and the two rush at Rider looking for a double clothesline, neither man seeing Denise make a blind tag of her own. Night Rider ducks under the clothesline attempt and barrels into the other ropes, and gets met with a pair of basement dropkicks aimed at his knees. His support suddenly gone, Night Rider slams face first into the mat, and dazedly rolls out of the ring. Denise hits the ring as Jeff and Omega get to their feet, and plants Purse back on the canvas with a rib-crunching spear. He rolls out as well, leaving Omega and D'evil in the ring once more.
Zach Davis: A brutal exchange of attacks from these competitors, and you have to be wondering what they have left in the tank at this point.
Freddy Whoa: I'm going to guess both teams still have a fair bit of fight left in them.
Gravedigger: I don't know, both Night Rider and Omega look like they want to take a smoke break.
Jay and Denise lock up, with D'evil quickly taking advantage with a knee to the ribs. A second one has Omega doubled over, and Denise positions him for a powerbomb. Once perched on her shoulders though, Jay fires off a pair of right hands, then throws himself backward with a Frankensteiner. Before D'evil can recover, Omega drags her up and muscles her into the ropes, where he makes yet another tag with Jeff. Jay whips Denise across the ring and catches her with a double leg flapjack. As he lifts her up and begins to fall backward, Purse springboards into the ring with a Busaiku knee that takes D'evil flush in the face from an elevated position. Omega pulls himself up along the ropes as Night Rider does the same with the apron outside, and the two lock eyes. Rider reaches under the ropes trying to grab for Jay's ankles, but Omega launches himself over the ropes instead
Zach Davis: Both Night Rider and Jay Omega are down on the outside. I can't be certain, but it looks like Omega may have collided with the barricade.
Freddy Whoa: Nobody's moving much at the moment. The first person to make it to their feet will have a definite advantage.
Gravedigger: Thank you, Captain Obvious.
In the ring, Jeff stirs first, and crawls over to where Denise is laying. He rolls her onto her back, then slumps across her chest; his face buried in her bosom.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Zach Davis: And there you have it; a hard fought contest, and a well-deserved win for Pantheon.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, we'll probably see these two challenging for the Tag Team Championships soon enough.
Gravedigger: Right, like they stand a chance against Jonny Fly and Joey Flash. Have you been sniffing glue?
Freddy Whoa: This is WCF; stranger things have happened.
Gravedigger: Nope. Not buying it. Fly and Flash will be Tag Champs until they retire the belts.
Slam goes to commercial.
Television Title Match
LOS TIBURONES vs TEO DEL SOL
LOS TIBURONES vs TEO DEL SOL
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Television Title!
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.
Freddy Whoa: Oh I can’t wait for this one, these two haven’t interacted much, but there is a definite feeling of bad blood already.
Zach Davis: You know that Tiburones has no respect for the champion, but that’s the kind of attitude that Teo excels against. This match is going to be awesome!
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. 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!
Gravedigger: I don’t know about you Zach, but I have been impressed by the dominance Beach Krew has shown, they had a clean sweep at Revenge!
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. 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.
The lights go out, and spotlights begin swirling, dancing along the stage as the crowd begins to cheer. After a moment of silence, the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" rings throughout the arena, causing an eruption from the eager crowd. The spotlights continue swirling about as the anticipation grows, a shadowy figure in a golden cape appears on the entrance ramp, the spotlights converge on the figure, causing him to shine like the very sun itself, just as the music hits its peak, the figure throws the cape off to reveal himself as Teo del Sol! The Television champion holds the title high over his head, and bows to the roaring crowd.
Zach Davis: I tell you Gravedigger, I don’t think there was a person in the entire world who thought Teo del Sol could beat Jonny Fly last Sunday.
Gravedigger: Eh, Flukes happen, hey, Fluke’s a type of fish, maybe that’s what Teo is!
Freddy Whoa: Ever the pool of wisdom, Digger.
Gravedigger: Shut up, Freddy.
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.
The referee takes the title from Teo and holds it up, reminding the crowd just what is on the line in the match. Teo and Tiburones lock eyes and stare daggers at one another, almost unable to contain their anger towards one another. Teo del Sol and Tiburones stare at each other tentatively across the ring, the tension in the air palpable as the bell rings.
Zach Davis: And we are underway!
The two approach each other, eyes locked, and begin circling around the ring, after a few moments, the two lock up. Teo tries to duck underneath Tiburones but Tiburones manages to catch him in a headlock. Before he can apply any pressure, though, Teo shoves Tiburones, who runs into the ropes, only to catch a dropkick from Teo on the way back!
Tiburones staggers backwards into the ropes, and Teo rushes forward, throwing his weight into a flying crossbody block! Tiburones falls back, but the ropes absorb the impact! He manages to grab ahold of Teo and hang on, lifting Teo high and slamming him across his knee with a backbreaker!
Freddy Whoa: Teo getting a bit too reckless there, and Tiburones made him pay!
Gravedigger: Come on, Freddy, the smarter guy always wins, you know that!
Teo rolls on the mat in agony, and Tiburones grins cockily, he hold his hands in front of him, forming a square as though he were taking a picture, he waits until Teo tries to sit up, then rushes forward with a boot to the head! Teo clutches at his head as Tiburones taunts the booing crowd, holding his hands out to Teo in mock disappointment.
He slowly grabs Teo and pulls him to his feet, Teo still disoriented from the kick, Tiburones grins and slaps Teo across the face!
Zach Davis: What a classless move from Tiburones!
Gravedigger: Hey, it works, he’s getting into Teo’s mind, letting him know who’s in charge!
Teo drops to a knee from the impact, but Tiburones keeps him from falling, and throws him across the ring with a hard Irish Whip! Teo flies over the top rope, but manages to hang on, catching himself by hanging on the outside of the ring! Tiburones runs forward and grabs Teo by the mask, but Teo swings his legs up and catches Tiburones by the head!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What athleticism from the Television Champ!
Tiburones swats uselessly at Teo’s legs, now wrapped tightly around his head, and Teo, with considerable effort, pulls Tiburones over the top rope, where he lands with a crash! Teo quickly gains his footing on the apron, and throws himself off of the apron with a running Senton onto his prone opponent!
Zach Davis: And Teo brings it back! A beautiful dive onto the outside!
Gravedigger: Yeah, but it looks like it hurt him as much as it did Tiburones!
The announcers assessment is accurate, as both men now lay prone on the outside as the referee begins his count.
Teo is the first to his feet, and he begins pulling Tiburones up as well.
Zach Davis: It looks like Teo won’t be happy with a countout win, guys.
Freddy Whoa: He wants to prove that he deserves to be called TV champion, and these people appreciate it.
The crowd all cheer as Teo pushes Tiburones towards the apron, as he goes to shove him under the ropes though, Tiburones hits a low blow! The cheers immediately turn to boos, but the angle from the referee prevents him from seeing the illegal shot! Teo doubles over in pain, and now Tiburones rolls him under the ropes instead. Tiburones grins at the crowd, and climbs to the outside, before heading to the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Tiburones is looking for something big here, guys!
Tiburones climbs to the top turnbuckle, and begins taunting, mimicking the same motions that Teo would go through before his high risk moves. After a few moments, he turns and throws himself backwards into a high moonsault!
But no! Teo sticks both of his legs up, and Tiburones comes down face first onto the kick! He manages to land on his feet, but the impact causes him to stumble backwards into the opposite corner! Teo rolls to his feet and charges, unloading kicks to Tiburones in the corner, roundhouses fly one after the other, to the stomach and head, as Tiburones turtles up, trying to stop the flurries that pound away at him. Teo steps back and winds up, throwing a hard head kick!
But no! Tiburones manages to catch the kick, throwing Teo’s foot back down to the ground!
But Teo uses the momentum to spin and deliver the Habanero Hurricane!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Habanero Hurricane in the corner!
Zach Davis: I heard that all the way over here!
Gravedigger: I think they heard that in the Subway across the street, Zach!
Tiburones stumbles forward and Teo turns, rolling him over in a victory roll pin!
No! Tiburones kicks out! Teo is clearly frustrated, and waits for his opponent to rise to his feet, his stance already set to deliver another kick…But before he gets the chance, Tiburones jumps forward and stands up into a European Uppercut! Teo barely has time to fall downward before Tiburones jumps behind him and throws him backwards with a release German Suplex! Teo flies through the air like a lawndart and smashes into the turnbuckle, landing in a heap.
Zach Davis: Ouch! Tiburones turns it around again, back and forth guys, back and forth!
Tiburones shakes the cobwebs loose and begins gingerly feeling his jaw. His previously arrogant façade has given way to a look of outrage, and he jumps on his opponent, grabbing him with a choke! The referee tries to break up the illegal hold and has no choice but to count! The referee gets to 4 before Tiburones releases the hold, feigning ignorance, and before Teo has a chance to recover, spikes an elbow drop right on the Television Champion’s forehead!
The audience boos the cowardly tactics, but Tiburones taunts them, feinting rubbing his eyes like a crybaby before turning his attention back to the champion.
He grabs Teo and pulls him roughly to his feet, lifting him into a scoop slam! Teo smacks against the canvas and clutches at his back, already damaged from the earlier backbreaker.
Zach Davis: What’s this? Has the challenger created an Achilles heel?
Gravedigger: You better believe it Zach! Killer instinct, that’s what I love to see!
Tiburones notes Teo’s reaction to the slam and grins, rolling him over and locking in a single leg Boston Crab! He sits right on the small of Teo’s back and begins cranking as the crowd boos! Teo begins making his way slowly towards the rope, but cries out in agony from the pressure being applied!
Zach Davis: This has got to be it, Teo is hurting here.
Freddy Whoa: I wouldn’t count Teo out yet, he could still make it!
Teo indeed begins inching closer and closer towards the ropes, putting one hand in front of the other, pulling with all his might, and after almost a full minute, he manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope! The referee starts the count as Tiburones waits all the way till four and a half before letting go of the hold. Tiburones grabs Teo by the head and begins slamming him repeatedly into the ground as the ref tries to pull Tiburones off, after another 4 count, he releases Teo’s head and smiles. He pulls the champ to his feet and lifts him onto his shoulders, turning into an airplane spin!
Freddy Whoa: Tiburones just showing off now, guys.
Gravedigger: What’s wrong with that? Give the people what they payed for.
He spins to a stop and hurls Teo over in a death valley driver! Teo rolls on the mat in pain and Tiburones stomps right on his face! Teo clutches at his face, but lays prone as Tiburones prepares to end it, climbing the top turnbuckle slowly, grinning and taunting the crowd with every step. He manages to make it to the top and once again puts his hands forward, as though he is taking a picture of Teo…
Gravedigger: Here it comes, this’ll be all she wrote, guys!
But Teo manages to spring to his feet and charges forward, pushing Tiburones, who falls and crotches himself on the top rope! Teo leans back and throws a kick to Tiburones on the top rope! Teo runs forward and stands over Tiburones, and begins raining punches down! The audience counts along with the blows!
Crowd: Eight! Nine! Ten!
Let’s wrap this one up, if Tiburones wins:
Tiburones shoves Teo back to the ring, but Teo collides with the referee! Down goes the referee as Teo checks on him. Tiburones drops down onto the mat, spins Teo around and decks him with a European uppercut. Tiburones with a 2nd. Then a 3rd. Teo pushed up against the ropes and Tiburones backs up before charging at him. Teo sees him coming and back body drops Tiburones over the the top rope. But Tiburones lands on the apron!
Zach Davis: What athleticism!
Tiburones grabs Teo by the back of the mask and pulls him against the ropes. Tiburones trying for a reverse suplex out of the ring. Teo fighting back but Tiburones manages to lift him up and over the top rope. Teo still fighting to get loose and he ends up landing on both feet outside the ring, but he comes up hobbling on one ankle as he makes his way to the barricade. Tiburones turns around and when Teo looks his way, Tiburones leaps off the apron.
Freddy Whoa: Hurricanrana!
Tiburones hits Teo with a picture perfect hurricanrana off the apron but both men end up tumbling over the barricade and into the crowd.
Zach Davis: OH GOD! LOOK OUT!
There's mass confusion as Teo and Tiburones crash into the front row, knocking fans to the side and overturning chairs and snacks. The referee comes to in the ring and looks around for the wrestlers. Seeing both of them out of the ring, he starts up a count.
Fans trying to get their belongings, all but stepping on Tiburones and Teo.
Gravedigger: No! Not this way!
Teo pulling himself up to his feet using the barricade but Tiburones out of instinct grabs his feet.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Gravedigger: NO! DAMN IT!
"Master Of Puppets" hits as Seth comes out from the back looking agitated.
Seth Lerch: WHAT THE HELL?! HOW DARE YOU LET MY MATCH END LIKE THAT!
The referee is pointing to the wrestlers outside of the ring and tries to explain.
Seth Lerch: Not you, moron. YOU!
Seth points to the fans in the front row!
Seth Lerch: YOU GOT IN THE WAY OF THE WRESTLERS! YOU COST THE REST OF THESE PEOPLE A GOOD MATCH AND ME MONEY! EJECT THEM! EJECT THEM ALL!
Security moves in to remove the fans in the front row.
Seth Lerch: AND YOU!
Now Seth points at the referee.
Seth Lerch: I JUST DON'T LIKE YOU! YOU'RE FIRED!
Seth laughs as both Tiburones and Teo pull themselves up to the barricade. They're too exhausted to throw any punches so they resort to trash talking.
Seth Lerch: As for you two, I'm seeing dollar signs. You two had something special going here until those fans got in the way. So next week...YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN!
Pop for the idea of a rematch.
Seth Lerch: Los Tiburones versus Teo Del Sol for the Television Title...with no count outs! Can't let any idiot referees screw up one of my money making feuds.
Seth drops the microphone and heads to the back as Teo and Tiburones share a look.
Zach Davis: Well there you have it! Next week it's going to be Teo Del Sol versus Los Tiburones once again, this time with no count outs so we don't have a repeat performance. Let's hope we get a winner!
Slam goes to commercial.
Doug Murdock/Vinnie Briggs/Oblivion Segment
Both Doug Murdock and Vinnie Briggs stood outside of the WesBanco Arena in Wheeling, West Virginia, smoking cigarettes and talking about the Angels of Death, as Vinnie takes a drag off of his Newport and says...
Vinnie Briggs: What a night, eh?
Doug Murdock: I don't even want to talk about it. Just want to go to the hotel, have a nice bath, a good screw, and maybe a few drinks...
Vinnie Briggs: Why'd she leave so damn early?
Doug Murdock: She didn't want to see me get bloody again. She wants a winner, but can't accept what comes with being a Winner. Sometimes you gotta take a potato to move forwards, sometimes...
Vinnie Briggs: Figured she'd be used to seeing her men getting their ass kicked! Fister Mantastic's never won a match here in the WCF.
Doug Murdock: Women are weird. If it wasn't for the sex, meals, and laundry, I wouldn't even bother...
Vinnie nods his head to the statement, as a minivan taxi pulls up in front of the two, as Vinnie says...
Vinnie Briggs: Finally!
Vinnie slides open the door and jumps in, followed by Doug, as they look through the plexi-glass that separates the driver from the passengers. The Camera then watches as Doug shuts the door, as the Cabbie says in a low, growling voice...
"Cabbie": WHERE TO, GENTLEMEN???
The camera moves up to the passenger door to reveal Oblivion behind the wheel of the taxi!!!
Vinnie Briggs & Doug Murdock: OH SHIT!!!
Both Vinnie and Doug reach for their doors to get out, to no avail, as Oblivion locks both men inside of the minivan. Oblivion then takes off from inside the parking garage at the WesBanco Arena, recklessly swerving through the parking lot, as both men scream from within the cab. Oblivion screeches out of his window, as he squeals the tires of the cab, as he exits the parking garage...
Gravedigger: YES!!! YES!!!
Zach Davis: OBLIVION IS KIDNAPPING BOTH DOUG MURDOCK AND HIS MANAGER!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! IT LOOKS LIKE TONIGHT'S MATCH DIDN'T QUITE SETTLE THE SCORE BETWEEN THESE TWO MEN!!!
Gravedigger: Mark this as the day that the Murdock Family no longer plagues the WCF!!!
Zach Davis: Well, we'll have to wait and see how this pans out, as we now go live back to the ring for the next match-up!!!
Freddy Whoa: I just hope that Oblivion doesn't hurt anybody behind the wheel. Does he even have the capacity to have a Driver's Licence?
Gravedigger: IT DOESN'T MATTER! ON TO THE NEXT MATCH!!!
United States Title Match
LOGAN vs DAVID SANCHEZ
LOGAN vs DAVID SANCHEZ
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF UNITED STAAAAAATES CHAMPIOOOONSHIP!!!!
Zach Davis: And here we go ladies and gentlemen, Logan making his in-ring return is going to challenge David Sanchez for the USA Title.
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez has a difficult challenge tonight. Logan is a former WCF World Champion and he’s also a WCF Hall of Famer!
The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of cheers. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the WCF fans cheering at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first the challenger, from Chesapeake, Virginia, weighing in at 250 pounds... LOOOOOOOOOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
Gravedigger: A huge ovation for Logan, the fans really enjoyed the attack on Jackson White last Sunday!
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in WCF.
So don’t breathe when I talk,
‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.
The song play on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears centre stage, with his wife at his side. His eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with fingerless black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by the Demoness. Hailing from the Orange County, California. Weighing in tonight at 233lbs. He is the reigning United States Champion. The Plaaaague, David Sanchez.
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing the words “self-proclaimed” as a prefix to his accolades and he begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lense of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
‘Got a bullet with your name on it.
A the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo David Sanchez pauses, receiving the traditional good luck kiss on his cheek from Lady Knives and then slides under the bottom ropes before he leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
Zach Davis: The fans don’t like David Sanchez. They are booing him!
DING DING DING!
Freddy Whoa: Here we go!
David and Logan quickly start the Lock-up and David takes advantage by grabbing Logan’s arm and putting him into an Armbar Takedown. Logan screams in pain but he manages to lift David and hits a strong Spinebuster!
Gravedigger: How the hell did Logan do that?
Logan goes near Sanchez and starts an Anaconda Vice. The US Champion crawls to the ropes but Logan drags him to the center of the ring again. David manages to get up slowly and breaks the maneuver.
Zach Davis: David runs to the ropes… Spinning Heel Kick by Logan! Cover!
Sanchez kicks out! Logan continues the attack and gets David up. He grabs the champion’s neck and applies a Neckbreaker.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! David’s neck hit the ground and the champion is in trouble!
Logan starts a Cobra Clutch. Sanchez struggles to get out of the submission hold but he can’t so he hits a few elbows strikes on Logan’s belly. David manages to get out and runs to the ropes. But Logan lifts him and hits a Back Body Drop!
Gravedigger: Sanchez turns to Logan… Lariat! Cover!
Sanchez kicks out! Logan punishes David with a Figure Four Leg Lock. David fights to reach the ropes but he can’t so he manages to turn his body around and reverses the submission hold!
Zach Davis: Excellent reversal by the US Champion! Logan is in trouble!
Logan screams in pain and crawls to the ropes, grabbing them. The referee orders David to break the hold but he continues to pressure Logan’s legs. The referee counts…
Referee: Come on David break the hold!
Freddy Whoa: David breaks the maneuver. He’s starting to play dirty!
David stomps Logan many times and then gets him up performing a Snap Suplex. He lifts him again and hits a second Snap Suplex. And then a third one! Cover!
Logan kicks out! Sanchez runs to the ropes… Knee Drop! Logan is in pain, he gets up with the ropes’ help, David runs towards him… Logan throws him over the top rope!
Gravedigger: Look! Sanchez landed on his feet! Logan didn’t notice!
David enters the ring and goes near Logan… He applies a Butterfly Suplex! Cover!
Logan lifts his shoulder! Sanchez climbs the turnbuckle as Logan is still damaged by the Suplex. He jumps…
Zach Davis: THE CHAMPION FAILS THE JAGGED CROWN!
Both wrestlers are down and the referee starts counting.
They get up at the same time and trade some punches. Logan starts hitting some Backhand Chops on David’s chest and he ripostes with an European Uppercut! The crowd is cheering for Logan and booing David as they trade those strikes! Logan gains the advantage with a few Backhand Chops, runs to the ropes…
Freddy Whoa: ROUNDHOUSE KICK ON LOGAN’S ABDOMEN!
Gravedigger: Logan can’t breathe, that was a hard hit.
David Sanchez starts an Armbar and Logan struggles to get out of it. David pressures Logan’s arm even more but he manages to reverse it and hits a kick on Sanchez’s belly. He bends down, Logan runs to the ropes…
Zach Davis: Scissors Kick! Cover by Logan!
Sanchez lifts his shoulder! Logan gets him up…
Freddy Whoa: SLEEPER HOLD! HE’S GOING FOR THE CONNECTOR!
Neuroma by Fuse hits the speakers and Jackson White appears, walking really slowly towards the ring. The crowd boos him heavily and Logan gets distracted. He lets David Sanchez go and looks straight to Jackson. Logan signals him to come as Jackson stops near the ring and smiles at him.
Gravedigger: LOOK OUT LOGAN!
The US Champion appears from behind and attacks Logan. David pushes him against the ropes… MEDUSA’S TOUCH!
Zach Davis: Please! Not like this! David covers Logan!
Freddy Whoa: F*ck you Jackson White!
DING DING DING!
Gravedigger: David Sanchez retains! He defeated WCF Hall of Famer Logan!
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match and STILL WCF UNITED STATES CHAMPION… DAVIIIIID SANCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!!!!!
Zach Davis: An impressive performance by Sanchez but Logan didn’t deserve to lose like this!
Freddy Whoa: Now Jackson White is entering the ring. What the hell does he want? He has already cost Logan the match.
Gravedigger: The fans are not enjoying what they're seeing. They are insulting Jackson White.
David Sanchez takes his title and leaves the ring, heading backstage. Logan gets up slowly trying to recover. Jackson hits him in the belly and grabs his head, pointing up.
Gravedigger: THE DESTROYER! Jackson knocked out Logan!
Jackson leaves the ring and gets a microphone.
Jackson: That’s what happened when people mess with me. This is only the beginning Logan. I will make your life a miserable hell. It starts with costing you a title and you have no idea of how it is going to end. Get ready Logan. Things are about to get worse.
Jackson drops the microphone and heads backstage, leaving Logan laid on the ring. Neuroma by Fuse starts to play as the camera focus Logan unconscious and the image slowly fades away.
Seth Lerch Segment
Seth Lerch walks around back stage with a hella strut whistling the tune from the Andy Griffith Show. All you hear is him whistling as he struts around and people bolt out of his way to stay out of his line of sight. He stops at a yellow jacketed security guard, and makes the throat slice motion at him, firing the person who cries and pleads, but Seth simply marches on as other security come out of the wood work and escort the man away.
Zach Davis: Why is he fired?
Gravedigger: Slacking on the job, don’t ask questions; just be glad it’s not you.
He continues walking and comes across a group of wrestlers; he motions at one of them and makes the throat slice motion, firing them. Out comes Katherine Phoenix…
Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix… I didn’t even know she still worked here!
Gravedigger: Well she doesn’t anymore!
Seth laughs as a slew of security guards comes from the woodworks to seize her. She drops a smoke bomb and everyone backs up. As the smoke clears she still stands where she was, and the security takes her away. All the while Seth continues whistling the Andy Griffith tune and walking with his hella strut. He stops and motions towards his right, and makes the throat slice motion.
The camera widens and you see what he pointed at.
Zach Davis: Did he just fire…
Gravedigger: He sure did…
Zach Davis: Ladies and Gentlemen, Seth Lerch has truly gone on a power trip now, he just fired a mop.
A slew of security comes and confiscate the mop, but not without it putting up a fight. He continues walking and whistling. Then he points at the camera, and makes the throat slice motion. You hear crying as the scene fades and returns back to the announcer’s booth.
Zach Davis: So Seth is on a rampage back there, firing literally anything he feels necessary.
Gravedigger: We bid a fond adieu to Lucas the Security Guard, Katherine Phoenix, Mop, and Lacy the camera woman. We wish you all well in your future endeavors. Now let’s get back to action before Seth gets any funny ideas about you guys.
Zach Davis: What makes you think you’re so untouchable?
Gravedigger: I have more dirt on Seth Lerch than you can possibly imagine, he can never fire me. Now Back to the ACTION!
GEMINI BATTLE vs JOEY FLASH
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the arena as Gemini Battle makes his way through the entrance curtain. The crowd cheers as he accepts the praise of the fans by slapping their hands, but never smiles as he heads to the ring. Kyle Steel announces the arrival of Gemini Battle with...
Kyle Steel: This next match is scheduled for ONE FALL!!! Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds and hailing from Centereach, New York! He is one-third of the WCF TRIOS CHAMPIONS, THE DEFILERS OF LOGIC AND THE DRG SERGEANT AT ARMS!!! GEMINI... BATTLE!!!
As he finishes his fanservice, he slides under the bottom rope and slithers like a snake into the corner where he sits in the corner and meditates until it’s time to get up and ready to fight. Commentary begins with...
Zach Davis: Well, last match before the Main Event, and this is one we've seen before. Thoughts from the two of you?
Gravedigger: What are the kids fond of saying? "Bodied"? Yeah, this is going to be Gemini Battle for like, the third time, total? And this is a Joey Flash going after Dune for the World Title in less than a month, no less! You GOTTA expect Flash to make an example of Gemini Battle tonight!
Freddy Whoa: That, and take into consideration the personal turmoil that Gemini Battle has had since Trios! And what better way to go into War by knocking off the current Number 1 Contender going into War! Though there are some that consider Gemini the weak link of the Defilers of Logic.
Zach Davis: I would have to disagree with you right there. Battle is an integral part of the DRG, and proved so during their last defense. I don't see any real issues with Gemini Battle, nay, I say this is the best version of Gemini Battle facing Joey Flash in however many encounters the two of them had over the last few months.
"Periphery" by Mile Zero begins to play, cutting Gravedigger off as the arena lights dim and the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
Kyle Steel announces his arrival...
Kyle Steel: HIS OPPONENT! WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS AND HAILING FROM THE BRONX, NEW YORK!!! ONE-HALF OF THE WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! JOEY... FLASH!!!
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust. Gemini Battle remains in his corner, leaning on the top rope while Flash finishes his entrance. The referee calls to both men, and both move to the middle of the ring. The referee calls for the bell...
Zach Davis: Both men lock up in the middle of the ring, with no particular man gaining control here...
Gravedigger: Well, Flash seems to have the strength advantage, but Battle seems just fast enough to avoid a solid maneuver from Flash...
Freddy Whoa: And a hip toss from Gemini Battle! Battle charges in...
Zach Davis: And a hip toss from Joey Flash!
Gravedigger: TIT FOR TAT! Joey charges in...
Zach Davis: Drop toehold from Gemini Battle, as he holds on to the leg, and drives the knee into the mat!
Freddy Whoa: Taking away the legs of Flash! And Gemini Battle goes to drive the OTHER leg into the mat...
Gravedigger: And Flash plants a foot into the kisser of Gemini Battle!
Zach Davis: Flash back on his feet, as he shakes out the assaulted leg, and goes to lock up with Gemini Battle...
Gravedigger: SUCKERED!!! FLASH WITH A DEVASTATING LEFT, BEFORE HITTING A GERMAN SUPLEX!
Zach Davis: Referee with the count!
Freddy Whoa: And Battle is out of it before the THREE COUNT!
Gravedigger: Ooh! And a slap to the downed Gemini Battle as Flash stands over him!
The crowd groans at the reaction of Gemini Battle, as Flash bowls over, and the referee first pushes Battle away from Flash, before admonishing for...
Zach Davis: And a low blow by Gemini Battle! As Joey Flash is feeling about a pound of nut butter right now...
Gravedigger: Really? A WARNING? THIS IS THE NUMBER 1 CONTENDER TO THE WORLD TITLE! HOW DO YOU TREAT A GUY LIKE THIS, REF?
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash back on his feet, though the referee is still holding back Battle from engaging!
Zach Davis: Flash calls for Battle, and here comes Gemini...
Gravedigger: Grapple, but Joey slips to Gemini's back... RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
Freddy Whoa. Flash back on his feet, he hits the ropes...
Zach Davis: Soccer kick to a recovering Gemini Battle, and out to the floor goes Gemini Battle!
Gravedigger: And here comes Joey... Referee begins to count!
Freddy Whoa: Gemini back on his feet, and here comes Joey with an axehandle smash!
Zach Davis: And Flash eats the guardrail, as Battle moves out of the way!
Freddy Whoa: Gemini with a few shots, before he whips him...
Gravedigger: REVERSAL!!! AND BATTLE GOES INTO THE METAL RING STEPS!!!
Freddy Whoa: And Flash goes up the ring steps... AND HITS BATTLE WITH A KNEE DROP FROM THE STEPS!
Zach Davis: And Flash rolls back into the ring to break up the count, and now he's back outside, grabbing Gemini Battle by the hair, leading him back to the ring apron...
Gravedigger: Pointless counting, as Gemini Battle is rolled back into the ring. Here comes Flash into the ring, pulling Gemini Battle to his feet...
Zach Davis: Battle trying to shake off Flash, only to get a jab, then a jawbreaker to put Battle back down on to the mat.
Gravedigger: And Flash is starting to look bored, as he yawns as he sits up from the attack.
Freddy Whoa: He's getting back to his feet, as Gemini Battle once again struggles to get to his feet, as he uses the ropes to get there.
Zach Davis: And there's Joey Flash, shining up his right hand, as Gemini turns around...
Freddy Whoa: SUDDEN FLASH!
Gemini gets spun around and he bounces off the ropes.
Zach Davis: LIGHTNING BOLT!
Flash with the extra hard German and the pin attempt.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Gravedigger: FLASH WINS! FLASH WINS! FLASH WINS!
Zach Davis: I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Who won?
Flash gets his arm raised in victory as Slam goes to commercial.
Zach Davis: Well folks it's time for our Main-
The arena goes pitch black.
Zach Davis: Or not.
The jumbotron flickers to life. There's static at first and then it switches to a photo of a wrestling ring with the WCF banners. The photo is quickly engulfed with flames until it's reduced to ashes. The ashes are blown away and we see written beneath a simple sentence.
"9/27/15 - WAR Is Only The Start Of The Real War."
The jumbotron cuts to static and then a a black screen. The arena lights come back on as the crowd sits in quiet confusion.
Freddy Whoa: Well that was something.
Gravedigger: The hell was that?
Slam goes to commercial.
ZOMBIE MCMORRIS vs DUNE
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and is your Slam Main Event! Introducing first . . .
"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. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Kyle Steel: From Parts Unknown, standing at six feet six inches and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is Zombie MCMORRIS!
Zach Davis: The Honey Badger seems to be running a World Title Gauntlet, fighting Joey Flash at Revenge last week and our World Champion tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Hard matches, both, not that Zombie ever seems to care.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, your 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, WCF World Championship 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: After a brutal match seven days ago, one that ended with the ring exploding underneath him, Dune is set to face off with another man who can and will bring the fight to him.
Gravedigger: The champ better pick up the win tonight, else Zombie may just weasel himself into the World Title match at WAR with two strong performances.
Freddy Whoa: Not sure if you were serious, GD, or you were just trying to badger us with your animal puns. Either way, shut it fool; we got a Main Event to watch!
The two competitors step into the center of the ring as the referee eyes them both, a look of worry on his face. And then he calls for the bell, stepping back to give the two space.
DING DING DING
Zombie steps forward almost immediately, getting right in Dune’s face, forehead pressed forehead as he mouthed away at the champ. Thankfully, it wasn’t audible, else the FCC might have some choice words of their own for the stream of vulgarity coming out of Honey Badger.
Freddy Whoa: Ugh, I bet Zombie’s breath is dealing some major damage right now.
Gravedigger: Eh, Dune’s mask probably has an air filtration system in it, for all we know; our champ couldn’t possibly breathe the same air as peasants likes you, Freddy.
Dune doesn’t take kindly to the infringement of his personal space, rearing back and nailing Zombie across the face, sending the Badger back a step. Zombie shakes off the blow, even slapping himself across the face a few times before getting back into the champ’s grill. Dune delivers a second brutal haymaker, with Zombie only intensifies by hitting himself some more. And then a third time Zombie gets in the face of Dune, but he doesn’t allow the champ to strike again. McMorris puts all of his weight into a headbutt that rocks the champ. Then, shooting the ropes, McMorris shoots the ropes, coming back with a stiff Big Boot that sends the champ to the mat. The first pinfall of the night quickly follows.
Zach Davis: Two minutes in and Zombie is already full-octane.
Freddy Whoa: I gotta meet his dealer because he sells some strong shit.
Gravedigger: You’re probably his dealer, Freddy.
Zombie is back to his feet, stepping into the corner as Dune starts getting to his feet. Exploding from his still position, McMorris comes swinging with a punt kick, hoping to take the champ’s head off.
Freddy Whoa: Boot Party!
Zach Davis: But Dune moved out of the way.
Dune pushed himself to his feet before the kick came in, allowing Zombie’s momentum to carry him past him. Then, grabbing Zombie around the waist, Dune throws the Badger up and over with a release German suplex. McMorris bounced up into a seated position in the center of the ring, just in time to eat a running knee to the jaw from the champ, who had shot the rope immediately after letting go of McMorris. A pin of his own follows.
Zach Davis: Neither man are really fazed by the offense thus far; their bodies have been trained to handle a lot more.
Gravedigger: And knowing these two, they’re going to hurt each other just because they can. It’s the bloodfrenzy that comes when you find yourself fighting in the Main Event.
Dune rolls to his feet, pulling Zombie up by the hair. A knife-edge chop follows, skin-on-skin contact that rings throughout the arena. Most men would’ve clutched at their chests, but Zombie only puffs it out further, calling for another slap; so Dune obliges, hitting Zombie so hard that the entire front row cringes at the sound. Zombie slaps himself in the chest, a wild look in his eye, so Dune hits him a third time for good measure. Then he whips Zombie into the ropes immediately afterwards, going for the back body drop on the rebound. He throws Zombie HIGH into the air to the point that Zombie can fully rotate and land on his feet behind Dune. Shooting the ropes, Zombie comes back with a crushing lariat to the back of Dune’s head before he honestly knew what was going on. Dune rolls out of the ring immediately, taking away the chance for Zombie to go for the pin.
Zach Davis: Dune had the in-ring awareness to roll out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What he forgot was this Honey Badger has wings!
With Dune on his feet outside, Zombie ignores the referee’s order to stay in the ring, shooting the rope and leaping over the top rope with a suicide dive that takes both men down on the outside! Zombie pops to his feet immediately, kicking the downed champ in the stomach as he scanned the crowd, that wild gleam in his eyes even stronger.
Zach Davis: Zombie has eyes set on a kid at ringside. This should be ugly.
Gravedigger: Or entertaining.
Indeed, Zombie noticed a young boy sitting front row with a Bane mask (purchasable at any WCF merchandise during or after the show) cheering on his favorite superstar near them. Grabbing the champ, he pulled Dune over until he was standing in front of the kid; despite the look in Zombie’s eyes, the kid holds his stare, chanting Dune’s name in the muffled voice the mask caused. So, for the kid’s entertainment, Zombie proceeds to slam the champ’s head into the barricade, causing an uproar in the crowd. Once, twice, three times he slams Dune’s forehead into the steel, never once breaking eye contact with the little boy.
Zach Davis: This is just sick.
Zombie leaves Dune clutching his head to quickly roll back into the ring to break the count, before rolling back out to continue the ravaging of the champ in front of his fan. But Dune is up with a brutal uppercut! Grabbing Zombie by the neck, Dune heaves him up in a chokeslam position, and then holds him there long enough to give the little kid a fist bump, before slamming Zombie onto the unforgiving concrete below.
Gravedigger: Leave it to Zombie McMorris of all people to evoke fan interaction from our World Champion.
Freddy Whoa: Should’ve left the kid alone; his spine would’ve thanked him for that.
Pulling Zombie to his feet, he tosses him into the ring, following closely behind with a pin attempt.
Dune is quickly up, pulling Zombie to his feet without delay. Tucking Zombie’s head between his legs. Dune tries to lock in the double underhook, Sandstorm on his mind, but Zombie with newfound life slams his head upward into the gonads of the champ. Then with Dune in obvious discomfort, Zombie heaves up, sending Dune over him until Zombie was in a standing position, cradling Dune upside down on his back. A belly to back piledriver that transitions immediately into a pin follows as Zombie absolutely planted the champ’s skull to the mat.
Zach Davis: Absolutely sickening collision of Dune onto the mat. But still the champ is moving, not out for the count yet.
Zombie pushes himself to his feet, giving the champ a moment to wallow on the mat before pulling him to his feet. Wrapping his arms around Dune, he spikes the champ again, this time with a double-arm DDT.
Freddy Whoa: World Tour ’69!
Zach Davis: But Zombie doesn’t go for the pin. No, he’s telling Dune to get to his feet.
And after a few moments, Dune obliges, groggy but still standing. Zombie slaps his forehead with an open palm, yelling at Dune; the words “Your turn, bitch.” So Dune grabs Zombie around the head and plants him a DDT of his own. Zombie immediately pops up, unfazed by getting spiked to the mat, and pulls Dune back to his feet. A second World Tour ’69 follows as the crowd watches in silent awe. Again, no pin attempt is made; Zombie simply rises to his feet, bating Dune on to stand back up and hit him again.
Zach Davis: I’ve seen wrestlers exchange strikes in the middle of the ring, but DDTs?
Gravedigger: The coke, Zach. It’s the coke.
Dune is slow to get to his feet, thought Zombie doesn’t even bother to keep him down. Grabbing the Badger around the head, the champ spikes him to the mat with a second DDT, again doing little to the Coked-up McMorris. Popping immediately up, he pulls Dune to his feet and hits a third and final Double-Arm DDT. He doesn’t allow Dune his third chance, though, pulling the stunned champ immediately back to his feet and putting him into a Gutwrench position.
Zach Davis: Seems the champ won’t be given his chance at the trifecta tonight.
With a heave, McMorris throws Dune up. But Dune over rotates in the air, landing on his feet instead of on his back, Zombie’s arms still wrapped his waist. Slamming his elbow into the back of Zombie’s neck, Dune breaks the Badger’s grip of him, before putting him into a headlock. Then lifting the former Internet Champ into the air, he holds him there for a second before planting Zombie with a DDT of the Delayed Brainbuster variety.
Freddy Whoa: Hourglass!
Gravedigger: The champ takes the trifecta anyway, despite Zombie’s attempt otherwise.
Crawling over to Zombie, Dune drapes his arm across his chest for the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: Ever after his self-assisted trio of DDTs from the champ, Zombie still has the willpower to pick out
Dune pushes himself to his feet as the crowd watch in anticipation. Backing into a corner, Dune waits in silence for the Zombie to rise again. And after what felt like eternity, Zombie finally reached his feet. The champ explodes from the corner, a tornado kick in mind.
Freddy Whoa: But Zombie ducks!
Zach Davis: Back elbow from McMorris to stun the champ, he shoots the ropes!
Hitting the ropes with a burst of speed, Zombie rebounds into a running knee smash to the champ’s face, transitioning quickly into a head scissors. Then, with two middle fingers directed towards a particular masked child at ringside, Zombie flips backwards.
Freddy Whoa: Dove Killah!
Zach Davis: No! Dune is still holding on to Zombie.
Reaching down, Dune pulls Zombie back up so they’re looking eye to eye once more before delivering a massive headbutt to the Badger to a huge pop from the crowd. Zombie releases his grip on Dune, landing on the mat feet first, only to have his head quickly tucked between the champ’s legs and the arms hooked. Then with a heave, Dune plants the champ with a powerbomb while that same child cheers his lungs out, counting along with the referee as the champ makes the pin.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Zach Davis: And Dune wins!
Freddy Whoa: I swear this guy looks more and more unbeatable each week.
Gravedigger: Oh will you knock that talk off already! No man is unbeatable. Except for Joey Flash of course.
Freddy Whoa: Didn't he lose to-
Gravedigger: No! It never happened! And at WAR you're all going to see how dominant Joey Flash is!
Dune is in the ring having his arm raised as the crowd applauds.
Freddy Whoa: A dominant Flash versus a seemingly unbeatable Dune...WAR is going to be hell.
Zach Davis: Never has that quote been more true.
Slam goes to commercial with a shot of Dune being given his World Title.