WCF Wednesday Night 2/24/16 Feb 26, 2016 23:18:10 GMT -5 Teo Blaze, Stuart Slane, and 3 more like this
Post by Jayson Price on Feb 26, 2016 23:18:10 GMT -5
Live from the WCF Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania
February 24th, 2016
WCF Wednesday Night opens with "Across The Nation" by The Union Underground blasting throughout the WCF Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania as the crowd is on their feet.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome to WCF Wednesday Night! I'm Freddy Whoa and as always I'll be your host, commentator and number one heartthrob. And yes, I'm single ladies. Tonight we've got TWO title matches for you. First up we've got Johnny Rabid challenging Teo Del Sol for WCF People's Title in what I'm hoping is an exciting match up. And then we have Adam Young challenging Jayson Price for the WCF World Title in a LADDER MATCH! Those are always exciting but dangerous, so I can't wait for that one. Now let's get on with the show!
The show cuts to an intro video featuring the WCF roster.
David Lynch’s “The Pink Room” hits over the P.A., and the crowd pops as Dune emerges from the curtain with his Trios Title draped over his shoulder. He wears a cold expression atop his black half-mask, and he turns away most fans he makes eye contact with as he makes his way down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Uh-oh...here comes ⅓ of the Trios Champions! Dune doesn’t have a scheduled bout here tonight, but I’ll bet anyone who watched the main event of Slam this past Sunday has an idea as to what this could be about.
Dune slides into the ring and shoots to his feet. He calls for a mic as the crowd continues to cheer. He’s tossed one, and the arena grows quiet as he sets it to his veiled mouth and begins to speak.
Dune: Beach Crew...we’ve got a beef, don’t we?
The crowd cheers again, though Dune cuts them off.
Dune: Yeah, we do. But we’ve had one for a while now. This one’s been slow-roasting, hasn’t it, boys? This one’s been a long time coming.
Again the crowd cheers, and again Dune cuts them off.
Dune: Longer than most might imagine. This didn’t start in November upon my return from WAR XIV, when I ran through your ranks and exposed you for the ship of fools you are. No, this started long before that. It didn’t begin when I watched from home as the late Wade Moor captured the World Title in October, nor did it begin when he and the Boy Rat, Jared Holmes, proved themselves ring-worthy at WAR. These fires were started at your inception last August, after I retained the World Title at Ultimate Showdown...were they not? After all, I was the Champion then, and you boys came on the scene with Championship aspirations. If you ask me, that’s cause enough. Early on, I hardly paid you any mind. Don’t get me wrong, I looked...but I didn’t touch. Your ranks began to swell, as did your power...as did your heads. And when Joey Flash and I took each other out at WAR, you jumped on the opportunity to fill in the massive void we left behind. And you did...but however you want to revise history and tell your own tale, the simple truth is that Beach Crew rose to power in a WCF without Dune and the soon to be two-time World Champion, Joey Flash, to keep watch on the tide. It, too, rose and swelled...until Fifteen turned it and washed it all back out to sea.
Dune pauses, and the crowd fills the lull with cheer. He waits a moment, nodding a bit before continuing.
Dune: And now, in the wake of failure, you’ve suffered even more of it. Flash, Occulo, and I did nothing this past Sunday aside from prove that we’re the most dominant trio in the business...and all because of Beach Crew’s failure. They were so confident when that opening bell rang, but they learned a hard truth that night...the same Kyle Kemp’s set to learn this Sunday.
The crowd cheers again, and Dune pauses before cutting them off.
Dune: Something tells me Kyle Kemp’s not feeling confident about the opening round of the Trilogy Cup. Beach Crew’s resident ex-minor league ballplayer’s in over his head this Sunday, and I’m going to bury his head in the sand before I pin his shoulders for three. This isn’t your big opportunity, Kyle. This isn’t where your rise to the top begins...should it ever. You’re looking at the soon to be back-to-back Trilogy Cup winner, and you’re doomed to suffer the same fate as those I faced in all three rounds in 2015. Last year I burned through Pantheon in route to sweeping the tournament...and I only hope Seth and the wrestling Gods are so inclined to allow me the opportunity to set fire to the Beach as I go for two in a row. It started last Sunday with Holmes, Aquarius, and Gable...it continues this Sunday with Kemp… But don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Johnny Rabid.
The crowd boos at the name, and Dune allows them to fill the arena for a few seconds before he continues.
Dune: How could I - especially after the shit you pulled at Slam? We were on a collision course either way, what with the challenge you proposed earlier this month, but this past Sunday changed everything. You’re not a patient man, Johnny. I told you I’d get back to you with the whens and wheres of our upcoming bout. You just couldn’t wait to meet me in the ring...albeit after I’d defended the Trios Titles against three of your Beach Crew boys. That’s some cheap shit - about what I’d expect from a man like you. And I guess I ought to prepare to see a lot of more cheap Johnny Rabid shit over the next few weeks and months, because with me being tied up in the Trilogy Cup until the finals in April, then with my subsequent World Title shot at Asesinato de Mayo, it doesn’t look like I’ll be able to tear you apart properly until the summer. Four months, Johnny - and even that won’t give you enough time to prepare for me. Ours isn’t meant for Slam. Ours is meant for a grander stage. And by the time we finally square off the ring, I’ll be World Champion, which means you’ll get a shot at my Title. Unfortunately, you’ll be taking aim in the dark, and you’re bound to miss...even when I’m standing right before you. Especially then. So stay tuned, Rabid, and tell your boys the same. We’ve only just begun.
Dune tosses the mic back down to a ring worker, and “The Pink Room” hits over the P.A. once more as he makes his way out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Bitter words for #BeachKrew and Johnny Rabid from Dune. This could get ugly, folks.
The crowd cheers as Dune strides up the ramp, and we cut away as he disappears behind the curtain.
STUART SLANE SEGMENT
There’s that blocky, pixilated effect on the screen as WCF Wednesday Night’s feed is interrupted, and this image appears on the screen:
Ominous Voice over: This is a message from the Hue World Order. The following WCF wrestlers have been classified as “Enemies of the State” for violations of the group’s “color codes”.
A list scrolls across the screen.
Chance von Crank
The Rad Russian
Chance von Crank
The Rad Russian
Ominous Voice Over: These individuals will be monitored by H.W.O. to see if they are willing to comply with the group’s directives. If they fail to broaden their spectrums expect consequences. It is time to stop viewing the world through non-tinted glasses, ladies and gentlemen. We will be watching you.
More digital distortion, and then the WCF Wednesday Night broadcast resumes.
WCF PEOPLE'S TITLE MATCH
JOHNNY RABID VERSUS TEO DEL SOL
JOHNNY RABID VERSUS TEO DEL SOL
The 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: 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 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.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see Johnny Rabid standing tall; arms outstretched as he spins on the spot.
Kyle Steel: From London, England, weighing in at-
Steel cuts off as he's knocked to the ground from behind. Teo turns around and is met with a chair shot to the gut from Andrew Marx.
Freddy Whoa: That's Andrew Marx! The man set to challenge for the People's Title at Timebomb!
Teo doubled over, clutching at his stomach, and Marx smashes him across the back with another chair shot. Rabid still on the ramp and he seems content on watching the attack. Marx with another shot across the back before he tosses the chair to the side and stomps down on the lower back of Teo. The referee slides into the ring and tries to pull Marx away but he gets shoved away. Marx now throwing the referee over the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on, we were set to have a great People's Title Match and now it's been ruined by Andrew Marx!
Teo trying to push himself up from the mat when Marx grabs him from behind.
Freddy Whoa: The Mad House Meat Grinder!
Marx with Teo in the submission hold as officials run out from the back. They all slide into the ring and try to pull Marx off of Teo.
Andrew Marx: I'M GOING TO BE THE ONE TO END YOU!
The officials finally get Marx away from Teo and out of the ring as they keep him back. Marx still shouting out at Teo as he walks backwards up the ramp, passing by Rabid who steps to the side and holds up his hands to show he doesn't want any trouble. Mark finally disappears backstage and Rabid now looking toward the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on. Teo's had enough already!
Rabid headed down the ramp when from out of the crowd appears Dune hopping over the barricade behind him. Dune spins Rabid around and hits him with a right hand to the cheers of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: It's Dune! He's getting payback for Rabid attacking him on Slam!
Dune with a knee to the gut, doubling Rabid over before he throws him into the barricade. Dune now with right hands to the head as officials try to break it up. Dune pulling Rabid up to his feet and he's trying for Sandstorm but the officials pull Rabid away and get between them. Rabid crawling over the barricade and into the crowd as Dune tries to follow him but gets cut off.
Freddy Whoa: Dune looking as heated as I've ever seen him as Rabid is backpedaling through the crowd. Oh man I can't wait until these two finally go at it.
Dune still trying to break through the wall of officials to go after Rabid as Wednesday Night goes to commercial.
WORTHY OF DISCUSSION SEGMENT
Bryan “Buzz” Worthy appears on screen. He’s got on his neon green WCF blazer and is sitting at some sort of table (likely round).
Buzz: Hello, and welcome to another edition of “Worthy of Discussion”, where the superstars of the WCF Galaxy shine a light on the pressing issues of the federation and the sport of pro-wrestling as a whole. I’m your host, Bryan Worthy. Joining me tonight are three of WCF’s greatest talents: Katherine Phoenix...
The camera cuts to Katherine Phoenix who is sitting there wearing a tight low cut black My Little Pony top and is just grinning brightly at whoever is sitting opposite her. She quickly looks at Buzz as she hears what he just said.
Katherine Phoenix: HA! I knew I was the greatest fighter ever.
Buzz: Ummmmmm, one of th---
Katherine Phoenix: Greatest fighter ever!
Katherine returns grinning at whoever was sat opposite her as Buzz continues...
Buzz: And also joining Miss Phoenix, Gemini Battle...
The camera pans over to the opposite end of the table to see Gemini Battle dressed in his vintage purple suit with torn white shi...
Gemini Battle: Nope.
He gets up.
Buzz: Um... Where are you going?
Katherine Phoenix: This thing is over already or...
Gemini Battle: I didn't agree to be on here with...him!
He points. The camera pans to where his finger is pointing and focuses on Katherine Phoenix.
Katherine Phoenix: Hey!!! That's not very nice, Clown Boy. Sit back down so we can have some fun together would you? You know you want to. And I'm a girl not a boy silly! Can’t you tell the difference?
Gemini Battle: Yea, right, whatever. I'm not doing this with you. Not doing it. I'm Gemini motherfucking Battle. Nope. No way. No how.
He leaves. Katherine looks real sad as she watches Gemini leave the area, she turns her attention back onto Buzz. We hear something clatter in the background then the sound of glass shattering, the camera swings around to reveal Raymond Hatcher at the table staring down at the floor by his feet, he’s decked out in his usual three piece suit, but this one has a small red stain on the front of it and the right sleeve of his jacket is torn around the elbow, his fuchsia tie hanging slack from his shirt collar. There’s a small glass in front of Hatcher filled with some ice and a brown liquid. The camera moves to the spot Hatcher is staring at on the floor. We can see a similar colored liquid spilled all over amongst the remnants of brown glass. We can see a label mixed in with the mess it reads Pappy Van Winkle's Family Reserve.
Raymond Hatcher: Whoops. Clean up on aisle…umm…right the fuck here. Now what?
Buzz: What is that now Mr. Hatcher?
Raymond Hatcher: Now what am I going to drink? Who’s going to get me more bourbon?
Buzz: But Mr. Hatcher that was a twenty-four hundred dollar bottle.
Raymond Hatcher: Hey, we had a deal, I want my bourbon.
Buzz shakes his head.
Buzz: Don’t worry Mr. Hatcher we’ll get you more.
Raymond Hatcher: You better or I’m outta here. Hey Kathy…
Hatcher’s eyes staring right down her shirt.
Raymond Hatcher: …how’s it going?
Katherine turns away completely ignoring Hatcher’s inebriated advances.
Katherine Phoenix: What the hell was Gemini’s problem? I mean aside from the time I screwed him over with Logi Bear... and the time I messed him around as the Assistant of Talent Relations... and... pretty much everything I've ever done to him since he joined this place... he isn't STILL all Grrrrrr about all of that is he?
Buzz: Errrrrr it would seem he is, Miss Phoenix.
Katherine Phoenix: Right, yeah... I mean I did kill his cat...
Buzz looks at Katherine quite horrified, we hear a loud chuckle come from Hatcher.
Buzz: You killed his cat?
Katherine shrugs her shoulders.
Katherine Phoenix: Probably.
Suddenly, looking all disheveled Grasyon Pierce walks in wearing a Livewire T-shirt, denim jeans and a chain necklace with a crucifix on it. His hair is matted and it looks like his face has been washed recently and is still wet. He nervously sits down and looks at the three other people in the room.
Grayson Pierce: Hi, Buzz... Uh...Sorry I'm late.
He says unconvincingly. The three other members of the table stare at him incredulously as he returns the glare, trying to remain calm.
Buzz: Our first topic tonight is stables. WCF has several of these factions currently. #BeachKrew is perhaps the most well-known, but in the last month or so we have seen many more form, from Rebellution to The Family to the mysterious Dragon Clan. Some see stables as a way for wrestlers who share a common belief or values system to better achieve their objectives. Others view them as power hungry cliques that only exist to sow discord in the WCF locker room. What are your thoughts on stables as a positive or negative influence in professional wrestling?
Grayson Pierce: It depends on the stable... Rebellution was formed to stop the discord, to show what can happen when forces of good unite. We don't plan on bullying or forcing our will, rather protecting those who are being forced upon.
He was speaking clearly but his look and mannerisms told a different story. Katherine just looked at him not believing a single thing he was saying.
Katherine Phoenix: Oh yeah? Well if that's the case how comes when I tell Andy Bear that I love him and he acts all Grrrrrrr and mean you never say anything? If your whole purpose is to NOT bully you're doing a terrible job! Andy Bear does nothing BUT bully me and I'm his wife! I dread to think what you do to the rest of the roster...
Grayson Pierce: You are not married to Andre Holmes!
Katherine scowls at Grayson.
Katherine Phoenix: Oh yeah? OH YEAH?! Well if we aren't married how do you explain THIS!
Katherine shows everyone at the table her ring finger on which she had placed a candy ring pop.
Grayson Pierce: What is that, cherry? How does that prove anything?
Katherine Phoenix: How do YOU prove anything?! SHUT UP!
Raymond Hatcher: You missed a spot.
We see some random guy with a mop trying to stay out of the camera shot as he’s busy cleaning up Hatcher’s mess with Hatcher barking orders at him. The rest of the room tries to ignore it as Katherine continues.
Katherin Phoenix: Anywayyyyyy... stables... yes... they're all terrible. Every single one of them. They're so boring, and stupid, and pointless, and nobody cares about them... andddddddd... ummmmm... Logan is a mean stink face for caring about THEM more than he cares about me. I bet they've never even made him a sandwich. Unbelievable.
Buzz: Your thoughts Raymond.
We see Hatcher with another bottle of bourbon its label turned away from us, he’s mainlining it down his throat.
Buzz: Mr. Hatcher?
Hatcher pulls the bottle from his mouth and looks around.
Raymond Hatcher: What me?
Raymond Hatcher: What?
Buzz: The question, WCF, factions…any insight on it?
Raymond Hatcher: Well, I was never the biggest fan of math, but fractions aren’t that hard, it’s just abou—
Buzz: No, not fractions…factions.
Raymond Hatcher: O…o factions. I don’t like em. They’re just a crutch for people who can’t get shit done by themselves. Their called cowards. See, I don’t need a mob of thugs to do my have my back, do my bidding. Ya know what I mean, Jayson Battle?
Raymond Hatcher: That’s what I said.
Hatcher’s demeanor quite aggressive, he quickly goes back to main-lining his bottle of bourbon.
Buzz: Okay, moving on. Another issue on the minds of many who follow WCF is the number of Championships in play. Right now, if you count the Tag and Trios Titles each as one unit, there are ten belts to be defended. Is this too many? If so, which titles would you retire? Or do you feel the size of the roster allows for such a surfeit of Championship Gold?
The camera centers on Grayson who’s about to answer the question when Hatcher interrupts.
Raymond Hatcher: I think there are way too many…
The camera quickly cuts to Hatcher.
Raymond Hatcher: …it’s starting to become like participation ribbons. Everyone and everyone has to be a title or a champion. I mean shit, who around here hasn’t held a title in the WCF.
Grayson Pierce: You.
Raymond sneers at Grayson.
Raymond Hatcher: I just think we don’t need so many. Hell, as if we don’t have enough already we get thrown an international title. Which I don’t even get, is the world title not an international title anyway? What’s the difference? Just some more shit to dilute the significance of being a champion.
Buzz: Fair enough…Grayson?
Grayson Pierce: I've been Trios Champ and US Champ, I currently hold the tag titles with Andre Holmes, but I'll tell you what, there could be a thousand titles here, but only one matters. There's only one title that can be held and have people truly call you a Champion. That's the title that has eluded me far too often and I WILL get before my time here is done. The only title that matters is that World Title.
Katherine bursts out laughing listening to what Grayson had just said.
Katherine Phoenix: Hahahahahahaha oh my god would you listen to this idiot bear over here. "Yes the only belt which matters is the World Title... Im going to lose every single match and opportunity to win that title like some kinda freaking jobber bear but that's what I think and I'm sticking by it". Hahahahaha!!! Hey... Hey Gray Bear... why don't you go after the jobber bear title... you might actually win that one. Might even become the jobber bear champion of the year! You freaking loser hahahaha!
Grayson Pierce: Oh for fucks sake...
Buzz: Mr. Pierce if you could please mind your language.
Katherine Phoenix: Yeah Gray Bear! Mind your language you freaking waste of space trashcan loser! Hahahaha! Anywayyyyyy what was the question again? What do I think about titles? Ummmmmmms... I mean they're okay. They make alright mirrors I guess... but aside from making average at best mirrors, paper weights, door stops and fly swatters they're actually pretty pointless and stupid. The best thing about titles is watching losers like Gray Bear over here try his very bestest to try and win one and then cry over his milkshake when he realizes how awful he really is.
Katherine grins brightly at Grayson just winding him up even more so. Worthy wisely decides to change the subject.
Buzz: Fifteen was one of the most historic nights in Wrestling Championship Federation history. One key reason is because the event included the inaugural Final Destination Match, the winner of which earns a briefcase containing a guaranteed shot at the WCF World Title that he can cash in at any time. This stipulation has been lauded by some as a way to increase interest in and build suspense for the reign of whoever is World Champion, as he or she will constantly need to be on their guard to avoid a surprise title defense. Meanwhile, some criticize it for rewarding unfair and unsportsmanlike behavior. Where do you stand on the Final Destination issue?
Grayson Pierce: It was a cool concept. It's a shame that the match was handed to Logan. Even Gravedigger would have been a better choice.
Once again Katherine started laughing at Grayson Pierce.
Katherine Phoenix: Hahahaha oh my gosh you're so funny! Let me translate for you what this idiot bear really said... Uh hmmmmm... "I think the briefcase thing is great but I should have won that just so I can blow yet ANOTHER title opportunity. It's been way too long since I last cried over how much of a loser I am". Hahahahaha!!! I got you good there, Gray Bear! Anyway the whole briefcase thing is a cool idea. It also makes a great addition to sexy time.
Katherine winks at the camera.
Katherine Phoenix: I just hope that by the time Logan wins the title, something you'll never do Grayson, that he is over this whole family nonsense with its stupid Charon and icky Daggy and that Kat wannabe bitch Morrigana...
Raymond Hatcher: Buzz, I think the first movie was alright, but I mean did you see that terrible roller-coaster one? It was really awful.
Buzz: What are you talking about?
Raymond Hatcher: Final Destination.
Buzz: Are you confusing the movies with the match that happened just a few weeks ago?
Raymond Hatcher: There was a match?
Buzz: Yes, I just explained it a moment ago, the winner got a briefcase to vy—
Raymond Hatcher: Yeah, sorry I wasn’t listening. I don’t know, I wasn’t in the match so I could care less.
Buzz: Right. Finally, we are entering Trilogy Cup Season, the time of year when WCF holds a tournament across three Pay Per Views to determine who will wrestle for the World Championship at Asesinato De Mayo. What are your thoughts on the wrestlers picked to contend for this honor? Were there any omissions you find especially egregious? Who do you think has the best chance to win the Cup?
Grayson Pierce: The Trilogy Cup turned Dune into the champion last year and jump started his meteoric rise. It can have that effect on anyone this year. It's easy to call him the favorite, but the talent pool here is stacked. As for who may be missing, I had my opportunity at One and another shot at Fifteen. I'm stepping back and am eager to watch Bonnie and DeMarcus fight it out in that Battle Royal. I think the brackets are fair. It sucks for everyone who got clusterfunked into the Battle Royal. But at least they get an opportunity.
Katherine Phoenix: Who do I think will win the Trilogy Cup? Don't know, don't care. But I'll tell you who doesn't stand a chance in winning that or anything else for that matter... Grayson Pierce! That guy is such a loser he couldn't beat his way out of a wet paper bag!
Grayson Pierce: I'm not even in the tournament... at Timebomb I’m defending the tag team titles with Andre in a match you were originally booked for.
She completely ignores Pierce.
Katherine Phoenix: I mean really he's lucky that he has my lovely husband to carry his worthless ass in their cute little tag team. But guess what, Gray Bear? In this tag team you're the Kaz Mazy to Andy’s Bobby Cairo. Yes... You're THAT bad. Though I guess at least when you finally come to terms with how much of a failure your wrestling career is you can always pursue a career in gay prostitution. You seem to be pretty good at sucking Andys huge, monstrous cock so at least you have ONE skill or talent or whatever. So that's a good thing, right? Cheer up butter cup.
Grayson Pierce: That’s it! I'm telling 'Andy Bear' all the mean things you're saying about one of his closest friends!
Katherine Phoenix: No don't! I take it back... I don't want him to hit me... Again. On second thought... I do kind of like it...go ahead... Tell him!
Grayson Pierce: You're the worst.
Katherine Phoenix: First is the worst... So I'm the first too.
Raymond Hatcher: I hate to break up this love fest, but do you know how to work this thing?
There is a large black device sitting next to Hatcher, it has a tube attachment with a funny nozzle end. The device has Vapshot printed on the front. Hatcher is attempting to shove the nozzle into a plastic bottle shaped thing.
Buzz: Where did that come from? I think it’s time we end the show, so do any of you have some closing thoughts?
Grayson Pierce: Although I don't exactly remember agreeing to do this or how I got here, I'm glad I could be a part of this. Thanks Buzz.
Katherine: Stay in school... unless your teachers and school friends are jerks in which case kill them all with a rusty knife, smear your teacher’s blood on the walls and then set fire to the school! And then if you want to be SUPER cool after you've done all that you can kill yourself.
Buzz: Katherine, I don’t think that’s an appropriate message to send to the children of the WCF Galaxy.
Katherine: Hmmmmmm you're right. I’m sorry everyone. Don't do what I just said... cos like it's super bad and naughty and suicide is for cowards,
Buzz: That's better.
Katherine: And only cowards don’t do it, think about it!
Buzz: And Hatcher?
The camera pans to Hatcher who is now sucking from a straw attached to the little bottle thingy.
Raymond Hatcher: No worries, I figured it out.
Buzz looks perplexed. Shoulders slightly slumped, he addresses the camera.
Buzz: I’d like to thank my guests for taking part in this, uh, illuminating dialogue. “Worthy of Discussion” will return, next WCF Wednesday Night, with a new panel and new topics. For WCF News, I’m Bryan Worthy. Goodnight.
WCF WORLD TITLE LADDER MATCH
ADAM YOUNG VERSUS JAYSON PRICE
ADAM YOUNG VERSUS JAYSON PRICE
Wednesday Night comes back with a shot of the WCF World Title being raised into the air above the ring. There's ladders of various sizes set up around the ring.
Freddy Whoa: And as Zach Davis would say...IT'S MAIN EVENT TIME!
Kyle Steel is standing in the center of the ring with a microphone.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a LADDER MATCH and it is for the WCF WORLD TITLE!
The Reading fans pop.
Child's Voice: He is ONE SICK BASTARD!
Crowd: YOU'RE A SICK BASTARD!
The arena goes pitch black. Short bursts of green, white, and orange strobe lights flash multiple times and then stop. A single green light hits the entrance filtering threw the smoke "Don't get in my way" by Zack Hemsey starts playing and the jumbotron reads "One Sick Bastard". Out steps Adam Young and Myra. Myra rubs her right hand on Adam's chest and then starts towards the ring. Adam takes his gas mask off his head and drops it. He wipes his mouth and then stares into the ring. Myra motions for him to come to her as she stands on the ring apron. Adam slowly makes his way to the ring.
Crowd: YOU'RE A SICK BASTARD!
Adam smirks as he climbs up onto the ring apron. Myra holds the ropes open for him as he wipes his feet before kissing her on the lips. Adam slides into the ring and throws his t-shirt into the face of Kyle Steel as he stares up at the World Title hanging above him.
Freddy Whoa: And there stands Adam Young, staring up at the WCF World Title that he's hoping to hold for the first time in his career. There's been rumblings that this is Adam's last match in WCF and you have to think he'd love to leave with the World Title if it's true.
All of the lights in the arena drop as the crowd silences with anticipation. Moments pass before "4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the arena speakers at a near deafening volume. The crowd pops as a lone spotlight comes on and shines on the stage. Jayson Price walks out from the back to cheers from the crowd, a grin on his face. He waves the crowd on from the top of the ramp, trying to get them to be louder. Price now heading down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few fans, even stopping to take a selfie and enjoy a beer with some of them, before rolling under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: And there's the WCF World Champion, Jayson Price. Already set to defend the World Title at Timebomb against Joey Flash, Price issued this open challenge 2 weeks ago. Some say he's stupid, some call him a true fighting champion. I'd like to say he's a bit of both.
Price now looking up at the World Title above the ring as Kyle Steel once again raises his microphone.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger. From Abilene, Texas, weighing in at 230 pounds...ADAM YOUNG!
Young steps to the center of the ring, staring down Price.
Crowd: YOU'RE A SICK BASTARD!
Young smirks at the crowd's chant as the referee puts a hand on his chest to keep him back.
Kyle Steel: And to my left, he is the current reigning and defending WCF World Champion. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 220 pounds...JAYSON PRICE!
The crowd pops as Price takes a few steps closer. Both men nearly nose to nose before the referee wedges himself between them and pushes them back. Young pointing up at the World Title and then he motions to his waist. Price smiling and he nods back. The referee checks with both men as Kyle Steel exits the ring and then signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Freddy Whoa: And here we go! Adam Young versus Jayson Price for the World Title in a ladder match!
Both men immediately drop to the mat and roll out of the ring as they go for ladders. Price the first to slide his into the ring, followed by Young. Price trying to pick his up when Young runs across the ring and dropkicks the ladder into Price's chest. Price bounces back first off the ropes and into Young, who takes him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Young grabs a ladder and throws it on top of Price before grabbing the second ladder. Young now setting it up as Price shoves the ladder off him.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young flying up the ladder! Can he win this so quick!?
Young already halfway up the ladder before Price can get to his feet. Young with his hands outstretched toward the title when Price grabs him by the ankles. Price pulling Young down to the mat, knocking his face against one of the steel rungs on the way down. Price with Young from behind, spins him around and hits a release German suplex into the set up ladder. Down goes the ladder with Young laid out on top of it.
Freddy Whoa: Holy crap what a crash!
Young still laid out as Price grabs the other ladder and throws it down on top of Young. Price now stepping up on top of the ladder, sandwiching Young between them. Price jumps up and comes back down on top of the ladder before hopping off. Young shoves off the top ladder as he rolls off the bottom one. Price grabs a ladder and starts to set it up as Young stumbles toward the ropes to get upright. Price sees him on his feet and runs at him, looking to clothesline him over the top rope. Young sees it coming and ducks down, lifting Price up and over. But Price lands on the apron!
Freddy Whoa: Price flashing that athleticism and I don't know if Young knows it.
Price grabs Adam from behind and spins him around. Price trying to suplex Young over the top rope but Young fights back with a forearm to the face. More forearm shots as Price holds onto the top rope, trying not to fall backward. Young has the champion teetering before he grabs him by the head and bounces him face first off the top rope. Price falls off the apron and backward into the barricade as Young turns and heads for the ladder. Young again scaling the ladder as Price shakes his head.
Freddy Whoa: Young is heading up the ladder again!
Price runs and slides into the ring as Young gets his hands on the belt. Young trying to desperately unhook it as Price grabs hold of the ladder's legs. Price shaking the ladder, trying to make Young fall. But Adam grabs hold tight and is refusing to be knocked down. Price now going again for the feet, trying to pull him down. Young kicking at the face of Price, trying to keep him back. Young lands a good shot that sends Price backward. Young now carefully turning around on the ladder rung before he leaps off, looking for an axe handle. But Price counters it! Price catching Young around the waist and he hits him with an inverted atomic drop, driving the knee into the groin.
Freddy Whoa: OH! Not the breadbasket!
Young grasping his boys until Price hits him with a european uppercut that drives him into the ropes. Price now trying to whip Young into the ladder but Young grabs hold of the top rope. Price with a back elbow to the face before he goes to lift Young up, trying to dump him on the top rope. But Young fighting back as he puts his feet on the top rope and pushes off. Young spinning around with Price's head in his clutches and he drops him with a bulldog.
Freddy Whoa: What a reversal!
Young moving gingerly as he's still holding onto his groin with one hand as he heads for the ladder. Price crawling on the mat behind him. Young with one foot on the ladder as Price grabs hold of the other. Young with a stomp down onto Price's hand before he grabs hold of Price by the head. Young pulls him in for a suplex but Price blocks it and takes him to the mat with a double leg takedown. Price pulling the ladder over top of Young before he grabs him by the feet.
Freddy Whoa: What the heck is this?
Price looks around before he drops backward, slingshotting Young face first into the bottom rung. Young grabbing at his face as Price heads up the ladder. Young trying to get himself out from under as Price gets halfway up the ladder. Young free as Price is at the top, grabbing the World Title to unhook it. Young grabs the bottom of the ladder and begins to lift it as Price holds on for dear life. Young able to flip the ladder forward as Price leaps off the top to avoid going down with it. Price lands on both feet but almost immediately begins to favor his ankle as he makes his way toward the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Oh! It looks like the champ may have tweaked his ankle on the landing. This could open things up big time for Adam Young!
Price trying to keep himself upright as he turns around into a superkick from Young. Price sent over the top rope and he lands on his feet, but he ends up against the announce table. Young now going out onto the apron as Price is trying to recover. Young leaping up and he hits the Cut The Cord from the apron to the outside.
Freddy Whoa: DEAR GOD! WHAT A MOONSAULT!
Crowd: DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF! DUB SEE EFF!
Both men down but Young is the first one to move on the ground. Young crawling toward the ring, clearly exhausted. He reaches the apron and pulls himself up before rolling into the ring. Price still down as Young pulls himself up using the ropes and turns toward the ladder. Young now walks over to it and pulls it up off the mat, trying to get it set up.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like one of the legs got bent when Young tipped it over earlier! Young looks pissed as he throws it out of the ring.
Young now grabbing the other ladder in the ring and he picks it up. Price now on his feet as he's up against the announce table. Price sees Young picking up the ladder and he stumbles toward the apron. Price lifts up the apron and he grabs hold of a table before pulling it out.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is Price doing? This is a ladder match!
Young gets the ladder set up as Price slides the table into the ring. Young now heading up as Price himself slides into the ring. Young trying to move faster as Price goes to the other side of the ladder. Both men climbing up the ladder as Young gets to the top first. Young trying to unhook the belt but Price cuts him off with a right hand. Young with a right hand as well. Both men throwing bombs atop the ladder as it begins to rock. Price blocks a punch and grabs Young before smashing his face on the top step. Young loses his balance and begins to slide down his side of the ladder, rocking it. Price forced to hop down as the ladder falls to the other side and comes to a rest against the ropes. Price with a knee to the gut before he pulls Young in. Price leading Young over to the ladder and he hits him with a Price Check onto one of the legs of the ladder.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Young busted open as he's driven headfirst into the ladder leg and flops over onto the mat. Price looking at Young and then at the table and then at the ladder. Price chooses the table and begins to set it up as Young rolls over onto his stomach and begins to try pushing himself up. Price gets the table set up and turns around as Young gets on his feet. Price with a european uppercut that drives Young backward against the table. Price with right hands, trying to bust Young open even more. Price now shoving Young up onto the table as he turns toward the ladder.
Freddy Whoa: I've got a bad feeling about this!
Price pulls the ladder back upright as he begins to climb. The crowd on it's feet as Price goes to the top and positions himself for the WTF Maneuver. Young sees it coming and has the mind to roll off the table. Price catches himself before he jumps off and begins to reach for the title. Young with a second wind is trying to climb up the other side, blood pouring down his face. Price having trouble with the belt clasps as Young gets to the top. Young with a forearm to the face. Young with right hands like crazy as Price tries to hang on to the ladder. Young grabbing him by the head and slams him face first onto the top step. Young does it a second time and now Price is the one bleeding. Young now reaching for the title, his fingers on the strap. Young trying to pull it down.
Freddy Whoa: HE'S ALMOST THERE!
Price now reaching up and he's trying to wrestle the belt away from Young's hands. Young with a headbutt but Price isn't deterred. Price now giving up on trying to pull the belt away and instead catches Young in the throat. Young drops his arms for a second and Price grabs him by the head.
Freddy Whoa: NO! NOT FROM UP THERE!
Price with Young by the head leaps off the top rope with a Downfall. Young driven through the table set up as the referee goes to check on both men.
Crowd: HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK!
Price rolls away clutching his ribs, splinters of wood in his back dripping blood, as the referee moves pieces of table off of Young, who's trying to sit up.
Freddy Whoa: Mother of god, Adam Young is moving. He should be dead right now after that move but he's moving.
Price up to his feet and he looks bewildered at the fact that Young is even conscious. Price stumbling toward the ladder and he begins to climb as Young starts to stand up but then falls back down. Price now at the top of the ladder as Young starts to crawl toward the ladder. Price with his hands on the title and he tries to pull it free. Young pulling himself upright before his injuries finally get the better of him and he slides back down to the mat. Price pulls the title free and holds it up.
DING! DING! DING!
Freddy Whoa: And Jayson Price retains! After an absolutely monster of a match, Jayson Price defeats Adam Young to retain the WCF World Title.
Price begins the climb back down the ladder as "4 Words To Choke Upon" hits the speakers. The referee is helping Young to his feet as another official pulls the table pieces from the ring. Price back on the mat and he's looking at a bloody Young. The referee is warning Price to keep back but Price moves toward him anyway.
Freddy Whoa: Oh god. Come on Price, the man can barely stand on his own.
Young looking ready to fight but Price shakes his head. Price reaches out, grabs the arm of Young and lifts it into the air. The crowd pops as Price walks away and exits the ring.
Freddy Whoa: And a show of respect from the World Champion. He may have come into this match underestimating what Adam Young could do, but he learned tonight just how good he is.
Price now applauding Young from the stage before he disappears into the back. Back in the ring Young has dropped to his knees from exhaustion, blood still running down his face. He looks out to the crowd and then up at the arena lights.
Crowd: Please don't go! Please don't go!
Adam rolls out of the ring and sits on the ring steps and then he starts unlacing his boots. He takes them off and climbs back into the ring. Adam calls for a mic.
Adam Young: It's been a long ride, (crying) all the good times and a few bad times but we have been there for each other.
Adam points out to the fans.
Crowd: You Sick Bastard!
Adam is crying really hard now.
Adam Young: I've been honored to share this ring ring with the likes of Doc, Corey, Tort, Slickie, Jayson, and the leader of this crazy circus Seth. For now it's so long and good-bye.
The fans start tossing orange, white, and blue streamers into the ring as "Don't you" by Simple Minds starts playing as Adam places his boots in the middle of the ring and leaves a WCF ring for the last time. Wednesday Night fades out as the camera zooms in on Adam's boots with the emotional crowd chanting "THANK YOU ADAM" loudly.