WCF Wednesday Night 2/10/16 Feb 11, 2016 0:44:58 GMT -5 Steve Orbit, Ultimate destroyer, and 6 more like this
Post by Jayson Price on Feb 11, 2016 0:44:58 GMT -5
Live from the WCF Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania
February 10th, 2016
The show opens not with music, but simply with the cheers of the WCF crowd.
Crowd: DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF!
Freddy Whoa is sitting at the announce table, joined by WCF World Champion Jayson Price.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome back to WCF Wednesday Night! I'm Freddy Whoa and as you can see I'm being joined by the WCF World Champion, Jayson Price. Welcome Jayson!
Jayson Price: Thanks for having me! I've got an announcement to make later but I'll be stopping by here and there to join you for some commentary tonight in between drinks.
Freddy Whoa: Well then let's get to it!
The show cuts to a video package featuring all the members of the WCF roster.
The Sentinels Segment
“Lost Boys” by Death Grips blasts over the PA, and the crowd goes wild to hear it. They cheer even louder to see Howard Black emerge from the curtain, followed by Occulo and Joey Flash, their respective Trios Titles thrown over their shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: Would you listen to this capacity crowd? They can’t get enough of the Trios Champions!
Jayson Price: They’re on top of the world right now, Freddy. I mean, who could possibly stand against these three?
Freddy Whoa: Few would dare to try.
Howard, Occulo, and Joey climb into the ring, and Howard calls for a microphone. He gets one, and after soaking up the WCF Faithful’s relentless cheering, he holds the mic up to his mouth. They grow quiet as he speaks.
Howard Black: From April to August of last year, I gave my all to the WCF. I dedicated my heart and soul to my matches, to my partners, and to you, the fans.
Another cheer goes up through the crowd before they settle down again.
Howard Black: And I’ve done the same since returning at One. But my return wasn’t to prove myself inside the ring. No...it was to save my partner; my friend. You all know who I’m speaking of. And at Fifteen, when Occulo and I were forced to stand across from him in what wound up becoming a battle for the ages...the Sentinels prevailed.
The crowd cheers once more, and they begin to chant.
Crowd: SEN-TIN-ELS!! SEN-TIN-ELS!! SEN-TIN-ELS!!
Howard Black: But it wasn’t in putting him down that the Sentinels prevailed. It was the fact that Occulo and I achieved what we set out to do. We accomplished what we often thought was impossible leading up to the bout. We freed our friend from his demons - quite literally - and in doing so, we brought the fallen Sentinel back into the fold. It was our goal along: not to defeat Dune...but to save him. And we did. That's how we prevailed.
He pauses, looks back at Occulo and Joey Flash, then continues.
Howard Black: It’s something that’s incredibly bittersweet to me, because in bringing Dune back from the darkness that had befallen him, I achieved my final goal here in the WCF. I love this place. I love you people - each and every one. But I have a family at home; a wife and child who need me...and I need them just as badly. And so it’s with great sadness that I’m announcing my retirement from the WCF.
The crowd gasps collectively, and they buzz as Howard continues.
Howard Black: But there’s one last thing I have to do before my job here is done. I’m a Trios Champion - the Sentinels are Trios Champions - and in my wake, who better to wear the gold then one of the two founding members? So without further ado...Dune, would you care to join us?
David Lynch’s “The Pink Room” hits to a massive pop from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Here he comes!
Their cheering sustains as Dune emerges from the curtain. He stands atop the ramp and acknowledges the fans before his eyes turn to Joey Flash, then to Occulo, and finally to Howard Black. Dune’s half-masked face reveals no emotion as he makes his way toward them.
Freddy Whoa: The question is: will he accept Howard’s Trios Title?
Jayson Price: Of course he will! You saw what happened at the end of their match at Fifteen!
Freddy Whoa: I saw the three Sentinels united as one again just like you did, Jayson...but I’ve also seen what Dune’s become since WAR XIV. You can’t deny he’s lost his sense of humanity ever since losing the World Title to Joey Flash that night.
Jayson Price: You’re right, I can’t deny it. But if that statement proves one thing, it’s that people can change.
Dune reaches the ring and hops onto the apron. He climbs in, and the tension in the arena could be cut by a knife as his eyes flick from Joey Flash, to Occulo, and to Howard Black once more. He looks out at the ring crew and signals for a mic. One is tossed his way, and he catches it before turning back to the Trios Champions. A nervous buzz goes up as Dune steps to within a few feet of Howard. He holds the mic up to his mask.
Dune: You would give me your title…
He nods once more.
In the silence that follows, the crowd works itself into a frenzy.
Crowd: SEN-TIN-ELS! SEN-TIN-ELS! SEN-TIN-ELS!
They settle down as Dune continues.
Dune: You and Occulo really did a number on me. You beat me down, Howard, and that’s not an easy feat. But we both know more was at play that night at Fifteen...because not only did you kick the ever living shit out of me, but you saved my life in the process. And for that I’m forever in your debt.
Dune cuts off as the crowd begins to chant for the Sentinels.
Crowd: HOW-ARD!! OCC-U-LO!! HOW-ARD!! OCC-U-LO!!
Dune: You hear that, Howard? The WCF Faithful know the truth. They chant your name because they know that you’re one of the best fighters in the world, capable of anything inside the squared circle. And yet, you remain one of the most humble men ever to grace a WCF ring. To offer your hard-earned Trios Title to me...well, I’d expect nothing less from you. I’d expect nothing less from the finest friend a man could ask for. I’d expect nothing less from a Champion...and though you may be vacating what may well be your final title in the WCF, in my eyes and the eyes of the WCF Faithful, a Champion is what you’ll always be, Howard Black.
Dune sticks out his hand.
Dune: You stood for me when I had fallen. Now, it’s my turn to return the favor.
With that, Howard latches on to Dune’s outstretched hand, and the crowd goes apeshit to see it. Howard slides his Trios gold off his shoulder and hands it to Dune. The big man stares down at the title before turning his gaze to Howard. He then thrusts Howard’s arm skyward, and the crowd erupts and chants for the departing Sentinel as his hand is raised in victory.
Crowd: HOW-ARD BLACK!! HOW-ARD BLACK!! HOW-ARD BLACK!!
Freddy Whoa: Perhaps the most selfless deed we’ll see in the WCF this year has just occurred before our very eyes, ladies and gentleman. Howard Black allowing Dune his first title since he lost to Joey Flash at WAR XIV.
Jayson Price: What’d I say, Freddy? People can change...and Howard Black knows that more than us all.
Freddy Whoa: Howard Black IS the change in Dune. Were it not for him, Occulo, and Joey Flash, the new Trios Champion would still be walking a dark road. Congratulations to Dune...but more than that, congratulations to Howard Black on his brief albeit stunning WCF career. Goodbye, Howard!!
The four men exit the ring as the cheers in the arena threaten to blow the roof off. Dune, Occulo, and Joey Flash walk side by side, Trios Titles in hand. They follow Howard, who turns about slowly as he makes his way up the ramp, waving and trying to meet as many eyes of the WCF Faithful as he can.
Crowd: HOW-ARD BLACK!! HOW-ARD BLACK!! HOW-ARD BLACK!!
When they reach the stage, Howard holds up his hand and waves for a final time before he and the Trios Champions disappear behind the curtain. Their eyes glossy with tears, the WCF Faithful continue to chant his name when he’s gone.
Crowd: HOW-ARD BLACK!! HOW-ARD BLACK!! HOW-ARD BLACK!!
And we fade to commercial.
BILLY vs BENJAMIN ATREYU
"Suicide Penguin" by Schizoid Lloyd plays over the sound system. Benjamin emerges onto the entrance ramp, staring with a fixed focus on the ring as he descends the stage.
Kyle Steele: Making his way to the ring, reigning from St. Paul, Minnesota; "God Given Greatness" BENJAMIN ATREYU!
Benjamin climbs the ring steps before slipping between the top and middle rope. Without fan fare, he moves to his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
Freddy Whoa: So we open up tonight's WCF Wednesday Night revival with the supposed "God Given Greatness", Benjamin Atreyu. I can only wonder what cruel god considers him to be so great.
“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.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 422 pounds...BILLY!
Freddy Whoa: I must say that Billy is looking to be in better shape than the last time we saw him. I see here in my notes that he's reportedly lost 50 pounds and you can definitely see it. He seems to be moving around a lot easier and isn't as winded. Good for him!
He makes it down to the ring and slowly walks up the ring steps before finally stepping between the middle and top ropes. Billy walks over to the nearby turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rope to play to the crowd. The crowd cheers as he raises his arms. He starts to step down to the mat when Atreyu runs across the ring and leaps up, hitting Billy in the back with a forearm shot.
Freddy Whoa: Well now that's uncalled for! The bell hasn't even rung yet!
Billy caught off guard as Atreyu goes for one of his massive legs, trying to pull the big man back down to the mat. The referee getting involved as Atreyu is quickly realizing he can't match the strength of Billy. Atreyu with another forearm shot to the back and now he's climbing up the corner.
Freddy Whoa: What on Earth is Atreyu thinking?
Atreyu leaping up and he locks in a sleeper hold on Billy, who's still standing on the second rope. Atreyu's legs dangling in the air as he tries to put Billy to sleep. The referee trying to pull Atreyu off of Billy, yelling that the match hasn't started. Billy, seeing no other option, simply lets go of the ropes and falls backward. Atreyu realizes his mistake too late and Billy lands with all his weight on the mat, with Atreyu sandwiched between him and the mat.
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD!
You can hear Atreyu's screams of agony as Billy takes his time rolling off of him. Billy up to his feet and he makes his way over to the ropes as the referee checks on Atreyu. The referee has to help him to his feet, Atreyu wincing as he holds onto his ribs. Atreyu angrily pointing at Billy as the referee signals for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Billy off the ropes and he charges at Atreyu, but Atreyu is quick to leave the ring through the ropes. The fans boo as Atreyu points to his head. Billy not one to wait so he climbs through the ropes and hops down to the ground. Atreyu now hightailing it around the ring with Billy trying to keep up.
Freddy Whoa: And this is the "God Given Greatness"? Running from a fight? Get back in the ring and wrestle damn it!
Atreyu rounds the ring steps and then dives back under the ropes and into the ring. Billy tries to follow him back in but Atreyu hits him with an elbow drop to the back. The referee starts up a five count as Atreyu repeatedly drops elbows onto the small of the back.
Freddy Whoa: Get him back ref!
The referee gets to four and Atreyu finally backs off, but not before getting in one last stomp to the back. The referee angrily pushing Atreyu back as Billy struggles to get back up to his feet using the ropes, his back obviously hurting him. Atreyu rushes at Billy, looking to try clotheslining him out of the ring. But Billy sees him coming and throws one of his massive shoulders into Atreyu, sending him flying backward to the mat. The crowd pops as Billy goes after Atreyu and jumps up before splashing down on his ribs. The referee moves in for the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: NO! Atreyu gets a shoulder up somehow. My god, his ribs must be dust after the abuse they've taken.
Billy taking his time getting up to his feet as Atreyu is left rolling on the mat. Billy reaches down and grabs Atreyu by the head, pulling him to his feet. Billy with a left jab. Then another. He fires off an uppercut that leaves Atreyu staggering. Billy with a massive headbutt and Atreyu stumbles backward before bouncing back first off the ropes. Back he comes and Billy lifts him up for a powerslam.
Freddy Whoa: MAMMA JAMMA SLAM!
But Atreyu with an elbow shot to the face. Billy forced to let Atreyu go and he lands on his feet behind Billy. Atreyu spins him around and nails him with a roaring elbow.
Freddy Whoa: BLACK EYE SONATA!
Billy spun around and only by grabbing the ropes does he remain upright. Atreyu now trying to go for A Seraphim's Call but he can't lift the much bigger Billy. An annoyed Atreyu goes for a second Black Eye Sonata but Billy ducks it and lifts Atreyu up and over the ropes. But Atreyu lands on the apron. Billy doesn't realize it and Atreyu grabs him from behind, jamming his thumbs into Billy's eyes. Billy blinded and Atreyu again grabs the head and drops to the ground, snapping Billy's head backward onto the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That's how you end up with whiplash!
Atreyu now at the apron trying to shove Billy away from the ropes before he slides into the ring and hooks the leg.
Atreyu quickly puts his feet up on the ropes as the fans boo.
Freddy Whoa: He has his feet on the ropes! Open your eyes ref!
The referee nearly makes the three count when he sees Atreyu's feet on the ropes. The referee hops up to his feet and shoves Atreyu's feet off the ropes, yelling at him for cheating. Atreyu up and he's in the referee's face, yelling at him for putting his hands on him. With them both distracted, Billy has time to get up. Billy on his feet and he spins Atreyu around before hitting a right hand. Billy with a right hand and then a headbutt and Atreyu is against the ropes. Billy raises his arm to cheers and then he runs at Atreyu before clotheslining him over the top rope. But Billy goes with him! Atreyu hits the ground first and Billy lands on him.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
The referee has no choice but to start a ten count.
Atreyu seems to be out cold and Billy is still laid out, clutching his back.
Freddy Whoa: Come on! It can't end like this!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Freddy Whoa: Ah man! This match is being called a double count out. Let's hope these two face off again!
The show goes to commercial as the referee leaves the ring to check on Billy and Atreyu.
ANDRE AQUARIUS vs SLIME
Freddy Whoa: Slime in the ring now and he looks ready for some action! It’s been awhile since we’ve seen Slime and his various personalities, but he seems motivated here tonight!
Jayson Price: Some great action here for the return of Wednesday Night!
Freddy Whoa: We’ve got two huge championship matches and I don’t think anybody is gonna be disappointed with what happens tonight!
DDFH by Run the Jewels hits the arena as a video of a man pounding at his bare chest goes along to the drum track.
Jayson Price: Well who could this be?
As the lyrics cut in, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, holding both arms out to the side.
Freddy Whoa: The official in ring return of Andre Aquarius, ladies and gentlemen!
Jayson Price: After what happened the past couple weeks, I think this is a new Andre Aquarius we’re seeing!
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Berkeley, California, Andre Aquarius!!
Blinking lights go along with the beat and Andre makes his way down the entrance ramp, continuing to pound a fist to his chest, some of the fans pounding along with him. He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turn buckle, mouthing the words to the song before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as he waits for the bell.
Jayson Price: Very interesting matchup here!
DING DING DING!!!
Jayson Price: AND A SICKENING CLOTHESLINE RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE! ANDRE JUST TOOK SLIME’S HEAD OFF WITH THAT ONE!
Freddy Whoa: Stomping away at him now, this one could be ugly!
Jayson Price: Lifting Slime up now as he whips him into the corner!
Freddy Whoa: #Wipeout! Big running knee to the face!
Jayson Price: Slime is stunned now!
Freddy Whoa: #PepeKick!
Jayson Price: Hard kick there dropping Slime to the mat!
Freddy Whoa: Andre climbing onto the middle rope!
Jayson Price: Taunting Slime here!
Freddy Whoa: Slime getting to his knees!
Jayson Price: OH MY GOD! DROPPING THE KNEE ON THE BACK OF THE HEAD!
Freddy Whoa: #DankInfusion, ladies and gentlemen!
Jayson Price: Andre Aquarius is just dominating Slime here, really pulling out all the stops!
Freddy Whoa: Slime barely showing any signs of life!
Jayson Price: Andre pulling Slime to his feet once again!
Freddy Whoa: He backs up, sizing up his prey!
Jayson Price: #Fuccbouyant! Right to the temple! Somebody get this man some help! Slime is going to need medical attention!
Freddy Whoa: Slime is out cold!
Jayson Price: I think the referee is about to call this one!
Freddy Whoa: Andre just twisting him like a pretzel now!
Jayson Price: He’s pulling out all the big moves just to punish his opponent here!
Freddy Whoa: #12YearsAWave to Slime and I don’t think he’s getting out of this!
DING DING DING!!!
Jayson Price: Thank god! That was brutal!
Kyle Steel: Your winner by way of knockout, Andre Aqu-
The mic is ripped out of his hands as Andre angrily shouts out to the WCF galaxy.
Andre Aquarius: Your winner, Andre Aquarius! Your oppression begins now at the hands of #MrKunta, #SeaBlack, #PrinceLighstkin, the fucking king!
He tosses the mic back to Kyle Steel.
Andre Aquarius: Go ahead and throw this faggot out back.
Andre drops down and rolls out of the ring as DDFH hits again and Andre smiles on, pounding his chest once more as we cut to commercial.
WCF People's Title
TEO DEL SOL vs ANDRE HOLMES
TEO DEL SOL vs ANDRE HOLMES
The opening sound effects of "Relentless" by New Years Day are heard, and the audience knows what they are in stored for. The moment the opening guitar riffs, and drums blast the introduction, the crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers for one of their most cherished athletes in the ring. The lights dim to cover the arena in a blanket of darkness while the strobe lights waver around in a synchronized dance to the rhythm of the song. Andre Holmes walks out from the back with a great smile on his face, receiving all the praise he can get. His hazel eyes wanders to his loyal fans, and he is well dressed in his ring attire with a black vest zipped up with his name on it. He walks down the entrance path, and then stops when the lyrics says "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up..."; Suddenly, he raises his arms in the air, and a parallel line of pyro shoot up at once behind him.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the WCF People's Title. Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 201 pounds, he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions...ANDRE HOLMES!
Afterwards, he continues his path down to ringside meeting a few fans on the way, and quickly hops onto the apron. Swooping through the ropes, he charges to the nearest corner and leaps to stand on the second rope singing out the chorus of the song with pride, and great fashion. Hopping down to the canvas, the lights return to brighten the faces of each member in the audience while Andre unzips his black vest and hands it to the ringside crew. After the music fades, he rests back in the corner preparing for his opponent while the crowd chants his name.
Freddy Whoa: While we get a look at Andre Holmes getting ready for this next match, let's take a minute to thank our sponsor...Lerch Brand Condoms! Lerch Brand Condoms, for when you need protection from the stuff that melts regular condoms. Hold on. Is this a real thing? It feels like somebody slipped a joke into my notes.
The big screen suddenly cuts to a news desk, where a very serious News Anchor shuffles his papers impatiently. After a few moments he turns towards the camera.
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."
The News Anchor falls silent as the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" suddenly blares. The Screen crashes to static before bringing up the view of the entrance ramp, which is engulfed with a burst of Pyro as Teo del Sol, His trademark white Jacket and white mask shining like the sun itself, steps through the curtain. The corner of the screen bears his wrestling mask with the logo TEO TV emblazoned across it, and he holds one hand high over his head, with a camera in the other. The feed then cuts to a live broadcast from the camera, encompassing the screaming fans all around the arena, waving as they appear not only on the TV screen, but on the large 'Tron above Teo. He begins walking down the ramp, reaching out to shake fans hands and sign autographs, all seen from the viewpoint of the camera, at last he makes it to the ring and the view cuts back to the regular feed.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 180 pounds, he is the WCF People's Champion...TEO DEL SOL!
The audience goes wild as he steps through the ropes, taking a deep bow, before running into the corner to raise his hands victoriously! He claps his hands in gratitude, applauding the audience that applauds him, and rolls with a quick backflip, 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 He removes the jacket and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.
Freddy Whoa: All right, here we go. Holmes versus Del Sol for the People's Title!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Both men come out of their corners and circle each other once before they move in to tie up. Teo switches it up and tries to surprise Holmes with an arm drag. But Holmes with a cartwheel and he ends up back on his feet. Holmes now with an arm drag attempt of his own but Teo reverses it into an Irish Whip into the ropes. Holmes comes back and Teo with the leap frog over him. Holmes hits the ropes on the other side and Teo takes him to the mat with a monkey flip.
Freddy Whoa: I'm loving this high flying back and forth!
Teo with a standing moonsault but Holmes gets his knees up. Teo hits them and rolls over onto his back as Holmes does a kip up to his feet. Teo still down and Holmes jumps up before connecting with a double foot stomp. Holmes still on the chest of Teo before he leaps into the air and hits a standing moonsault. Holmes with the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: No! Kickout!
Holmes back up to his feet, dragging Teo up with him. Holmes shoots him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline. But Teo ducks it and hits Holmes with a Pele kick to the face. Holmes gets knocked backward but somehow stays on his feet. Teo with a roundhouse kick attempt but Holmes blocks it and throws the leg to the side. Holmes from behind shoving Teo chest first into the corner. Holmes now sizing up Teo before running and hitting a dropkick to the back. Teo drops to the mat as Holmes heads for the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: What's Andre thinking here?
Holmes leaps off and hits a senton perfectly. All he has to do is reach over and hook the leg for the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: No! A near two count for Holmes, who's been mostly in control since the bell. The People's Champion needs to get some more offense in or this may be the end of his reign!
Holmes back up to his feet, dragging Teo up with him. Holmes now with some massive chops before he fires off a roundhouse kick.
Freddy Whoa: He's going for the Dancehall Party!
Holmes pulls Teo in for the exploder suplex but Teo fights back out of it with elbows to the face and neck. Teo with a drop toe hold and Holmes gets sent face first into the bottom turnbuckle. Teo hits the ropes and hits Holmes with a slingshot body splash onto the back before rolling Holmes over for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: No! Kickout by Andre!
Teo back up to his feet and he's looking to the crowd for support. They're clapping, willing him on. Teo now stalking Andre, waiting for him to get up. Andre to his feet and Teo goes for a spinning back kick.
Freddy Whoa: HABANERO HURRICANE!
But Andre ducks it! Andre pulls Teo right back up and lifts him up for samoan drop.
Freddy Whoa: Is this that shooting star samoan?
But Teo counters it and lands on his feet behind Andre. Teo spins him around, leaps up and catches his head before spinning him around and dropping him with a DDT. Andre gets spiked headfirst into the mat as the crowd cheers. Teo now looking to the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: HABANERO HIGH DIVE! Pin attempt!
Freddy Whoa: And Teo Del Sol retains in a fast paced match! I still can't believe how fast these guys can go!
"Kickstart My Heart" hits the speakers as the referee brings Teo his People's Title. The crowd cheers as Teo raises it into the air as the referee checks on Andre.
Freddy Whoa: Congratulations to Teo! Holmes put up one heck of a fight and I hope to see these two go at it again!
Stuart Slane Segment
“Conquistador” by Procol Harum plays as Stuart Slane, wearing the TV Title around his waist, walks out from gorilla to a Conway Pop.
Freddy Whoa: It’s ex-Scoutmaster and current Television Champ Stuart Slane. I wonder what brings him to WCF Wednesday Night?
As Stuart makes his way down the ramp and up the steps he will make some awkward attempts to engage the crowd, waving, giving a thumbs up gesture, and so on. After wiping his feet on the apron he then enters between the ropes. He accepts a microphone from a stagehand.
Stuart Slane: Good evening, WCF Galaxy, and welcome to another inaugural edition of WCF Wednesday Night.
Stuart Slane: We have an action-filled show for you tonight, and I have no intention of keeping you from it. Therefore, I will be brief. As Television Champion it is my obligation to defend the belt weekly. Normally this would take place Sunday at Hashtag Beachmania but given that the stipulations of my Zombie Invasion Clusterfudge Match make no mention to the Television Title and that we’re not even sure if the events of this special Valentine’s Day edition of Slam are ‘in continuity’, I have decided to conduct the title defense here.
The crowd cheers Slane’s announcement.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What news! An unscheduled Television Title Match here on WCF Wednesday Night!!
Stuart Slane: In addition, this contest is to be an open challenge. The first wrestler who is able to get their entrance theme and video cued up by the backstage sound crew so that they may present themselves properly will be the chosen contender for my title.
A suspicious murmur runs through the audience. Slane himself folds his arms and waits.
Freddy Whoa: An interesting decision by the current Television Champion. Literally anyone could be coming out to face him for his title, assuming that the fix isn’t in. I wonder-
“Rump Shaker” by Wreckx-N-Effect cues up to the delight of ass men everywhere.
Freddy Whoa: Bah Gawd, that’s Great Power Buti’s music!!
Indeed, it is her Royal Heineyness herself! As the WCF Tron displays images of the Nigerian flag and various shots of Buti executing her signature move and finisher, Great Power Buti turns her back to the crowd and makes good on the song lyrics for a few seconds, before smacking her cheeks and turning to sashay down the ramp, high-fiving fans and giving one lucky fellow the chance to “feel the Power of the Buti”. Once at the ring she then pulls herself up on to the apron, gyrating her backside before entering fully between the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: The Nigerian Wet Dream just signed on with the company only days ago! And here she is, in her debut match, getting a chance to compete for the Television Championship. This just shows that anything can happen on WCF Wednesday Night.
Buti struts up to a bemused Stuart and motions for the microphone. He hands it off to her.
Great Power Buti: Dear beloved friends WCF Galaxy. I want to say hello and thank you so much for not impress me. For years of training and competitions in Nigeria as a wrestler, with hope, to these United States, and become one with the WCF champion. And now my dream is truly! And even more of a dream, the Great Power Buti, was given a chance to fight Television Champion Stuart Slane Championship Title. Thank you, WCF, and thank Stuart Slane for your great addition. Great Power Buti will accept this challenge!
*The crowd is confused, but supportive. They cheer loudly for the Back Loaded Battler. Slane, meanwhile, simply nods. He removes the TV Title from around his waist and gives it to the referee. The ref then displays the belt to the audience.*
Freddy Whoa: Looks like this is really happening! Stuart Slane versus the Great Power Buti for the Television Championship!
After handing off the strap the referee brings both wrestlers to the middle of the ring and goes over the rules. He then motions for the bell. Stu and Buti circle each other. Slane reaches out for a single leg takedown, but Buti jukes aside and hits several stiff kicks to his shin. Stu lunges at her, only to be taken down by a drop toe hold. With her opponent on his hands and knees Buti tries for an Oklahoma Roll pin, but Slane kicks out instantly and gets to his feet. He again makes a grab for Buti, but his smaller opponent dives between his legs and then runs the ropes. On the carom back Slane tries for a clothesline but she ducks under it and swings her body up for a Crucifix pin attempt. Off balance, Slane falls back and is caught with his shoulders to the mat. One! He kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Great Power Buti may be carrying a lot of junk in that trunk, but it still doesn’t seem to be slowing her down. She’s been running rings around the TV Champ so far.
Buti kips up and tries to Irish Whip Slane as he clambers to his feet, but he pulls her towards him instead. She executes a perfect tilt-a-whirl transition and winds up on his broad back, where she locks in both a sleeper hold and body scissors. The fans pop wildly at this sudden counter. Stuart stumbles around the ring, finally making it to the ropes. Buti is forced to let go. She shoots the ropes again, coming back this time with a flying forearm smash right to Slane’s mush. Down he goes. One! Tw-! The champ gets a shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: Another pin attempt by Buti! What a performance! I don’t think Stuart Slane expected this kind of resistance from the Nigerian newcomer.
The two wrestlers get to their feet. Again Buti tries to kick his shins, but Stu has it scouted and is able to catch hold of her ankle. He drags her towards him and herks her up for a bear hug. He holds her high enough in the air so he can press his forehead into her sternum and bend her torso even further. Buti struggles to escape. With the fans cheering her on she gets one arm free and begins elbowing Slane in the head. Soon Buti has both arms out of the hold. She starts striking Stu’s bull neck desperately and wildly with Mongolian chops. Stu flings her to the mat and stomps away to recover, leaving GPB in a heap on the canvass.
Freddy Whoa: That just shows the strength of the Television Champion. The Great Power Buti was in control for the entire match until Slane was able to get his hands on her. Now Buti is sprawled on the mat like a rag doll.
Slane walks back over to Buti and deadlifts her into the pump handle position. He flings her up for a gutbuster but she wriggles fee and lands behind him on her feet. The champ turns and tries for a clothesline but she kicks him hard to the stomach and then puts him down with a float over DDT! She flips him and covers. One! Two! Slane puts his foot on the ropes. The ref points this out to GPB, who slumps her shoulders. Reluctantly she stands and moves away, measuring her man from across the ring. When Stuart gets up she goes for a handspring back elbow smash, but Slane steps aside. Buti hits the ropes and is flung back at Slane, who executes a thunderous flapjack powerslam!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Stuart Slane might have just turned Buti’s insides into jelly with that slam.
Stuart covers Buti, hooking her leg. One! Two! She gets her arm under the ropes! Again the crowd cheers that the match is still going; a fact that gives Slane a frowny face. He drags Buti to the middle of the ring and slams her head to the mat. Another cover. One! Two! Thr- Buti gets her arm up! A now angry Stu glares at the referee, holding up three fingers. The ref shakes his head. The Television Champ sighs, stands, and walks away. He moves to a corner and waits, grabbing the ropes on either side of him.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like Stuart wants to end this match now with the Runaway Slane!
When GPB finally rises to her feet Slane launches himself at her. Buti is able to pivot out of the way, and connect with a dropkick to Stu’s knee that sends him stumbling wildly out of control. He careens into the corner opposite he left from, bonking his head on the second turnbuckle. Stuart flops onto the mat and remains still!
Freddy Whoa: Jumpin’ Je-Whoa!-sephat!!! Stuart Slane just got knocked the fuck out!!
Slane is down, and not moving. Buti, once she recovers, goes to the corner and drags him out of it. She tries flipping him over to go for a pin, but gets pushed away. She shoots the ropes, comes back and hits a Hip Attack to the side of the head of the kneeling Stu!
Freddy Whoa: She calls that move Cheek to Cheek! And it looks like she got alllllll of it!! Stuart Slane is down! Could we be seeing a new Television Champion crowned tonight?!?
The crowd is on their feet in anticipation of a possible title change. Buti looks to the stands, then down at Slane, then to the closest corner. She bolts to it and begins to climb the ringpost.
Freddy Whoa: Great Power Buti is going high risk here. She’s going to try and put down the TV Champ for good with the Badonka-Bomb!
Buti gets to the top turnbuckle and waits for Stuart to rise. He does, and as he steps towards her she launches herself at him for a sitdown senton; only Slane catches her and flings her hard into the ringpost! When she stumbles out Stu puts her in a half nelson, lifts and-
Freddy Whoa: Slane Slam! Slane Slam!
A weary Stu makes the cover. One! Two! Three!! The bell rings and there is an audible groan from the crowd as “Conquistador” begins to play.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and still Television Champion, Stuart Slane!
Stuart slowly gets to his feet and lets the referee raise his arm. He accepts the title belt from a stagehand. Meanwhile, Great Power Buti rolls out of the ring, looking disappointed.
Freddy Whoa: What a great match. Stuart Slane is still Television Champion, but his challenger, Great Power Buti, went a long way in proving she belongs here in WCF. And given the fact no one even expected this contest to take place I’d say it was a winning night for everyone. Wait- what’s happening?
Suddenly, Stuart bolts from the ring. He walks swiftly towards GPB, who’s making her way up the ramp. When she hears him approach she turns, not sure what is going to happen next. The crowd, too, seems concerned. After a moment Stuart holds out his hand to her. Slowly, she accepts it. The two shake hands. The fans clap in approval at this display of sportsmanship as WCF Wednesday Night goes to commercial.
WCF Internet Title Match
ZOMBIE MCMORRIS vs SARAH TWILIGHT
ZOMBIE MCMORRIS vs SARAH TWILIGHT
The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The Titantron goes black, a sudden flash of white light is produced off it. The words THE ONLY ONE are now displayed for the crowd to see. The crowd is mixed emotions on Sarah are displayed by the mixed blend of Booing and Cheering.
Kyle Steel: This will be a single fall match for the Internet Championship.
The crowd pops with excitement
Kyle Steel: AAAANNNNDD making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 142lbs, she is...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "What You Want" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with a deafening mix of cheers and boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's reaction, either which way. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory before she reaches the ring steps and climbs inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos and cheers become even LOUDER.
Freddy Whoa: There she is Sarah Twilight! I can’t remember the last time she was in a WCF ring but I can’t forget how fierce of a competitor she was. It looks like she plans on picking up where she left off tonight. Cough Cough Cough .
"Killed By Death " 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.
Freddy Whoa: Cough Cough … This god damn smoke. And there is the Champ ZMAC!
Kyle Steel: AAAAANNNDDDD the champion weighing in at 220 pounds and standing at six feet and six inches, The HONEY BADGER, ZOOOOMMMMMBBBIIIIEEE MCCCCCMMMMOOOORRRIIISSSS
The crowd parts like it was the red sea as Zombie trudges through them on his way to the ring. His progress slows as the crowd beings to close in on him. Zmac is hoisted up and is crowd surfed all the way down the stand and is set over the barricade.
Freddy Whoa: Like I was saying before Sarah Twilight is looking to return to her old form but tonight is going to be one tall order. I don’t know if the there is a champion in the WCF that has been as dominant of a force in their division as Zmac has been in the Internet title ranks.
Zombie Rolls in to the ring just as Stanley Moser calls for the bell.
Sarah doesn’t hesitate and started to stalk Zombie the minute he began to roll in to the ring. Just as the bell started chiming her boots started stomping the already downed Zmac. As the barrage of relentless strikes landing on Zombie’s back and limps , he retreats out of the ring to gather his wits and to get a restart. McMorris rolls out his shoulders and adjusts his neck.
Stanley Moser starts the Count.
Twilight steps up on the bottom rope and starts yelling at Mcmorris, but she miss gauged her distance . Zombie reaches up and gets a handful of hair and pull Sarah up and over the top rope sending her face first to them floor.
Stanley Moser has to restart the count.
Zombie picks up Sarah and whips her in to the steel barrier causing her to arch her back in pain. Zombie slides back in to the ring
Sarah regains her composure. She see a waiting Zmac, so she takes the stairs up to the apron. Her and Zombie start trading punches back and forth only being divided by the ring ropes, twilight on the outside and zombie on the inside. Left and rights fly through the air each one connecting with their target as if these two have no use for defense. Twilight ducks under the top rope and drives a shoulder in to McMorris’s stomach buckling him over. She slips into the ring and grabs him by the hair and delivers a European uppercut. Zombie turns from the force of the blow giving Sarah an momentary advantage. She jumps on his back applying a sleeper hold. Tighter and tighter she is squeezing. Zombie is starting to look dazed his eyes are glassing over. Moser goes in to check on his welfare. He lifts the Arm and it drops
Moser lifts the arm again and it drops
Moser lifts the arm a third time Zombie snaps to. His mouth grows a big smile and he thumbs Sarah in the eye.
Freddy Whoa: OH man I thought she might have put the Coked up mad man to sleep but he was playing possum.
Sarah has to release the hold with one arm as she rubs her eye while still clung to McMorris’s back. Zombie jumps up and falls back with all his force.
Twilight releases the hold as she was crushed under Zombie. Zombie springs up and takes stride for the ropes. He bounces off them and returns, Senton Splash. He covers twilight. Moser slides for the count.
Moser hand raise to slap the mat a second time but Zombie pulls Sarah up by her hair stopping the pin. He stands and pulls her all the way up to he feet. Kick to the gut followed up by a sit out power bomb. Zombie covers her arms with his legs for the pin.
Twilight chops either side of his neck with her legs and rolls out of the pin as Zombie reacts to the pain. Twilight gets to the ropes and starts to pull herself up. Zombie charges her but is greeted which a dropkick to the shins that wipes his legs out. She mounts him and starts raining down blows.
Twilight stops the pounding to avoid the DQ. She makes her way over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. She sits perched on the turnbuckle sizing up her opponet. She leaps
Flashes fill the arena as the crowd snap picture after picture of her in the air. She lands moonsault with a double footstomp!
Freddy Whoa: BROKEN SPIRIT!!!! BROKEN SPIRIT!!!!
Crowd: this is awesome clap clap clap Clap Clap This is Awesome Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap
Zombie convulses on the mat in pain holding his chest. Twilight covers
Freddy Whoa: NOOOO she pulls zombie up before the hand slaps the third time. Nothing like returning the favor.
Twilight whips zombie to the turnbuckle he greets it with a thud and falls to the mat. Twilight is feeling the momentum right now. She walks over lifts Zombie up by the head as he climbs up the turnbuckle. She get to the top rope zombie is buckled over in pain in front of her. She starts pulling him up the ropes by his hair, he follows like a dog on short leash. She reaches over his head, Zombie starts wailing on her mid section Sarah releases her grip as zombie keeps beating on her. He climbs up to the top buckle with her also.
Freddy Whoa: There isn’t a lot of real estate up there this isn’t going to end well for one of them.
ZMAC Starts slapping himself in the face taunting Twilight. Letting her know she cant hurt him. He reaches over her back locks his hand. He leaps off the the tunrbuckle backward bringing Twilight with him.
Freddy Whoa: OOOOHHHH MMMMYYYYY GGOOOODDD!!!!!!! AAAXXXXEEEE WOOOOUUUNNNDDD!!!
Zombie drops Sarah on her back with a sit out gut wrench power bomb from the top rope. He covers the arms with his legs.
Kyle Steel: AANNNDDD YOUR WINNER AND STILL INTERNET CHAMPION ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC retains! What a match!
McMorris celebrates in the ring as the show fades out to a commercial.
Jayson Price Segment
The show comes back with Jayson Price in the middle of the ring. The crowd is on their feet in anticipation of Price's announcement.
Jayson Price: Ladies and gentlemen, it's been my pleasure being here tonight. WCF Wednesday Night is a great show and I feel as though it's a very important part of WCF.
The crowd applauds.
Jayson Price: And I'm not just saying that because I'm the WCF World Champion. I'm saying that because I am the WCF World Champion that you people deserve. I'm proud to be the man holding this title and I want to represent you people and what you people want.
Pop from the crowd.
Jayson Price: And because I so strongly believe in this show and making it huge so that it continues to be an amazing experience for all of you, I'm here to make an announcement that will shake things up. I'm officially announcing that in two weeks, when WCF comes back to Reading, Pennsylvania for the next Wednesday Night, I will be here and I will be in action.
The crowd cheers.
Jayson Price: Hold on! Don't blow those loads yet! Because I'm the World Champion that is for the people, I'm giving the people something they haven't seen yet. In two weeks when I'm back here, I'm going to be defending the WCF World Title!
The crowd is shocked.
Jayson Price: That's right. I'm putting the World Title on the line just 4 days before I'm going to defend against Joey Flash at Timebomb. Why? Because why not. As for who I'm facing, I'd like to announce...that you'll find out in exactly one week on WCF.com. Thank you WCF for having me tonight!
Price drops the microphone and exits the ring as the crowd continues to be stunned.
Freddy Whoa: All I can say is...WHOA!
Wednesday Night fades out.