JOHN RABID & SIDNEY J. WARWICK AND ETHAN KING VERSUS TEO DEL SOL & KYLE KEMP & LEON HAYZE
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your MAIN EVENT!
WCF Galaxy: Yay! Yippy skippy!
Kyle Steel: This contest is a trios match scheduled for one fall with TV time remaining. Introducing first . . .
("Purple Haze" by Jimi Hendrix starts playing over the PA, and the lights dim dramatically low—nearly to total darkness—as smoke slowly starts building up on the stage and near ringside. The ‘tron comes to life with Leon Hayze’s video package. At the oddly specific time of 34 seconds, when Jimmi starts in with his lyrics, an explosion occurs. Leon “Purple” Hayze is revealed from the smoke, and two single pillars of purple fire shoot to either side of him as he spins around twice with his arms outstretched. He lurches back and forth from side to side, as if stoned, slapping hands with the fans down the aisle. When he hits the ring, he hops up onto the apron in a smooth motion, springs up to the top rope, and jumps into the ring. As he lands to his feet, he runs over and hits the second rope on a turnbuckle that faces the ramp with a big grin on his face.)
Kyle Steel: Originally hailing from Albany, Oregon but now residing in Portland, Oregon, he weighs in tonight at 256 pounds . . . he is . . . LEON "PURPLE" HAYZE!
And his first tag team partner . . .
("Better than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and Kyle Kemp walks out slowly to the top of the stage. He stands with his arms out and soaks in boos from the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down to the ring, taunting the fans. He walks up the steps and gets in the ring with a smile and just leans on one of the turnbuckles, indifferent to anything that anyone is saying to him and waiting for the match to start. The fans hate how he's not responding to them and continue to boo louder.)
Kyle Steel: From Chicago, Illinois and weighing 208 pounds . . . KYLE KEMP!
And the final member of this team . . .
(The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat tears throughout the arena, signaling the arrival of the one and only Teo del Sol. The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp. "The Pretender" by the Foo Fighters echoes throughout the arena.
With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Teo del Sol springs on to the entrance ramp, the red and white scarred mask covering his face. The audience roars as he holds his arms out and bathing momentarily in the applause before heading towards the ramp with a sprint.
He makes a lap around the side of the ring high fiving the fans along the way. The mask wears a happy grin as he rolls between the ropes, staring out into the arena before shrugging and walking to the turnbuckle.
He holds his arms over his head and yells out a cry, which the fans all join in on, eliciting a cheer from the audience as the music reaches its crescendo. Just as the lyrics hit their zenith, he stands atop the turnbuckle and removes the mask to reveal the wrestler beneath. He turns and steps back into the ring, waiting for his opponents.)
Kyle Steel: Coming to us from Houston, Texas, and weighing 188 pounds, he is . . . TEO DEL SOL!
And their opponents . . .
(The beginning of "Alone with All the World” by Instrumental Core plays triumphantly throughout the arena, enticing a raucous wave of boos from the crowd. The lights gradually begin to dim, coming down to a dark hue that places extra emphasis on the stage. Large, golden letters flash over the black 'tron.
THE FUTURE KING...
A flash of golden pyro goes off as Ethan King makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage area, all-knowing smile spread over his face as he holds both arms out in a welcoming gesture, bathing in both the adulation and spite from the crowd.)
Kyle Steel: Introducing now the REIGNING Hardcore Champion! Hailing from Los Angeles, California, he is 'The Eminent'... ETHAN KING!
(The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, Hardcore Title held over his shoulder, arms still held out by his side as he ignores the few hands of fans reaching over the barricade to try and get a touch of the sensation.
He bounds up onto the apron of the ring, mouthing the words “Showtime” to the camera arrogantly before leaping and swinging himself over the top rope, he lands elegantly and spins around, holding his arms out once more before coming to a complete stop in the center of the ring. He shrugs his Hardcore Title off his shoulder, raising it high above his head with one arm - much to the annoyance of the crowd, who jeer him relentlessly - before handing it to the official.
He smiles once more before retreating to his corner of the ring, sitting down with a look of amusement on his face as he awaits for the match to commence.)
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner . . .
("Both Hands" by Ani DiFranco starts to play over the arena's sound system. Sidney J. Warwick enters. There is no pyro. There are no flashing lights. There is not even video playing on the big screen. Sidney walks down the aisle with a mild sneer on his face as he looks at the audience. He wipes his boots on the ring apron before entering through the ropes, then takes of his necktie and carefully folds it before handing it to the ring attendant.)
Kyle Steel: From the mean streets of Poughkeepsie, New York, and weighing in at 265 pounds, he is your WCF Omega Champion and the Winner of WAR XVI . . . SIDNEY J. WARWICK!
And finally . . .
("Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me the Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the 'tron. As the smoke clears, we see John Rabid standing tall; arms outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as John's name appears on a Slam graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's The Ripper hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight." Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the cheers from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and waving his hapless opponent on with a cocky smirk on his face.)
Kyle Steel: From London, England and weighing in tonight at 226 pounds, he is the reigning WCF Television Champion . . . he is the reigning WCF World Champion . . . he is . . . JOHN "THE RIPPER" RABID!
Zach Davis: And here we go with our main event, with six of the best in the WCF going head up with each other.
Freddy Whoa: They're six of the best, but only three of these men will be representing the promotion heading in to Hellimination against the remarkably dangerous Team UCI.
Zach Davis: If you think that there's not some degree of jealousy on the side of Teo Del Sol, Kyle Kemp, and Leon Hayze, I can virtually guarantee that you are mistaken. These are strong competitors, and they are all probably taking some degree of offense that they weren't selected by Seth Lerch to represent the company in the main event.
Freddy Whoa: True, Zach, and that could very easily be their motivation this evening, trying to show the boss that they should have been in the mix.
Zach Davis: Meanwhile, Rabid, Warwick, and King want everybody watching, including UCI, to know that, despite all of the wars they have waged against each other, they are a unified front.
(The teams confab with each other on either side of the ring, discussing strategy and, most notably, who will begin the match. Teo Del Sol steps away from his teammates, showing his willingness to enter the fray first. As soon as Teo walks forward, John Rabid separates from his teammates, as though accepting a challenge from the luchador. Stanley Moser calls for the bell.)
Zach Davis: It looks like we're going to kick things off with the biggest possible pairing in this trios contest. These two men were together in the World Title match at War XVI, and I'm sure Del Sol wants Rabid to remember that he was not the man who took the fall in that triple threat.
(The two fan favorites engage in a classic collar and elbow tie-up at center ring, with each man jockeying for position for a period of time until Rabid is able to use his weight advantage to get the upper hand, pushing Teo back into a neutral corner.)
Freddy Whoa: Of course, the question now is whether Rabid will give us a clean break as Stanley Moser attempts to separate the two men . . . and he does.
Zach Davis: That's probably something that we wouldn't have seen from the Ripper six months ago, but John Rabid is a changed man.
(Teo Del Sol nods deeply, almost bowing as a means of showing his appreciation to Rabid for the show of sportsmanship. From there, the two men return to the center of the ring, where they tie up again. This time, seeking not to be overpowered, Teo reaches his right leg behind Rabid's right knee and pulls forward, tripping up the World Champion and forcing him down into a kneeling position. Once there and while still holding on to the lockup, Del Sol throws a couple of knees into Rabid's ribs. From there, Teo lets go of his opponent, backs up a step, and begins landing a series of kicks to the midsection.)
Freddy Whoa: Not to sound like an announcing cliché from fifteen years ago, but Teo Del Sol is putting his educated feet to work! One went to Harvard, and one went to Yale!
Zach Davis: What do you think that Vassar alumnus Sidney Warwick would have to say about that?
(With the champion still kneeling and weakened, Del Sol bounces off the ring ropes and plants his feet into Rabid's chest with a big dropkick. John falls backwards, hitting the mat and rolling out underneath the bottom rope.)
Freddy Whoa: Teo Del Sol grabs the top rope now, perhaps looking for a dive to the arena floor!
(Before Teo can got any further, Ethan King hits the ring and hits him with a double axe handle to the back, cutting off the high flying attempt, which the audience doesn't particularly care for.)
Zach Davis: But Ethan King takes advantage of the lucha tag rules normally employed here in the WCF, opting to make himself the legal man against the former King of All Media!
(Ethan King Irish whips Del Sol into the ropes opposite of them. As soon as Teddy hits the ropes, Sidney J. Warwick reaches in from the outside and grabs a handful of the Texan's hair and uses it to pull him down to the mat, causing Del Sol to take a flat back bump. Teo pops up almost immediately and starts to jaw jack with Warwick, but the Omega Champion grabs him by the head and jumps backwards off of the ring apron, snapping Del Sol's throat over the top rope in the process. Teo staggers backwards and into the waiting arms of Ethan King.)
Freddy Whoa: T-bone suplex by the Hardcore Champion!
(After taking the suplex, Del Sol rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, constituting another lucha tag. Leon Hayze uses that opportunity to open the match, and he catches Ethan King with a series of three short jabs to the face before doing a little dance and knocking him off of his feet with a short clothesline.)
Zach Davis: Shades of B.G. James there by the rookie sensation Leon Hayze!
Freddy Whoa: B.G. James? Who the hell calls him B.G. James?
(Hayze is quick to pick the Hardcore Champion up off the mat, hitting him with a snap suplex.)
Zach Davis: Purple Hayze holds on . . .
(Leon rolls through and connects with another snap suplex, then hanging on one more time. It initially looks like Hayze is going to roll through for a third snap suplex, but, instead, he rolls through and lifts King up but instead grabs him by the neck and the trunks and launches him over the top rope and to the arena floor.)
Freddy Whoa: And, by process of elimination, I guess it's time for the Omega Champion to hit the ring!
(Nothing happens.)
Freddy Whoa: Um, I said, by process of elimination, I guess it's time for the Omega Champion to hit the ring!
(Sidney J. Warwick just stands on the ring apron, looking confused as to what everybody in the arena seems to be waiting for him to do, instead just resting with his hands placed on the top rope. Not one to wait, Leon Hayze runs over to the ropes, grabs the top strand, and pulls on it to slingshot Warwick into the ring. SJW flies over the top rope, essentially doing a front flip and landing on his ass on the ring mat.)
Zach Davis: I guess that's going to make Warwick the legal man!
(With Sidney seated on the mat, Hayze charges at him in an attempt to hit a knee strike, but Warwick ducks underneath it and grabs his opponent between the legs rolling him up in a schoolboy.)
Freddy Whoa: Pin attempt by the Omega Champion!
Zach Davis: And he's got his feet on the ropes!
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Freddy Whoa: Kickout by Leon Hayze!
(Both men are up to their feet relatively quickly, but Sidney takes advantage of the fact that Hayze is in between himself and Stanley Moser, thumbing the pothead grappler in the throat without the referee being able to detect it.)
Zach Davis: Warwick has used that illegal thumb to great success here in the WCF . . . it has been a momentum changer in a lot of his matches.
(From there, Warwick grabs Hayze around the head and holds him in position for a few seconds, swiveling his hips before connecting with an old school swinging neckbreaker.)
Freddy Whoa: And there's a little Shake, Rattle, and Roll!
(Warwick picks up Hayze and pushes him back to the ropes, leaning him there and connecting with a couple of knees to the gut. Stanley Moser tries to separate the men, as they're not supposed to be in the ropes, and it looks like SJW is going to comply at first, but, after initially separating from Leon, he rushes back in and violently shoves Hayze in the chest with both hands, sending him crashing over the top rope and down on to the arena floor.)
Zach Davis: You know, I'm starting to sense a bit of a pattern here.
Freddy Whoa: Took you long enough.
(With his partner having been removed from the ring, Kyle Kemp enters and forearms Sidney J. Warwick in the side of the head.)
Zach Davis: And the number one contender to the Omega Title gets to prove to the champion that he has earned that title shot!
(Kemp shoots Warwick off of the ropes.)
Freddy Whoa: Big spinebuster by Kyle Kemp!
Zach Davis: That is one of Warwick's favorite moves as well, and you have to believe that fact was not lost on Kemp!
(Kyle Kemp backs into the corner and starts sizing up his opponent, while Warwick rolls off of his back and crawls up to his hands and knees.)
Freddy Whoa: This one could be over early!
Zach Davis: Kemp is looking to send Sidney Back to the Minors!
(Kemp rushes forward at the Omega Champion, but, before he can connect with the big punt to the face, Ethan King and John Rabid intercept him, hitting a big double team clothesline.)
Freddy Whoa: Kemp goes down as we get our first real show of unity by Team WCF!
Zach Davis: Rabid and King were opponents as recently as last week's edition of Slam, but they've put so much behind them for the greater good of the promotion.
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of things that are behind them, here come Leon Hayze and Teo Del Sol!
(Del Sol and Hayze do, in fact, appear in the ring, and things break down into a four-way brawl between the men while Kemp and Warwick continue to lick their wounds. For several seconds, the brawl is just a generic exchange of punches and forearms, but, after a few moments, Hayze manages to catch John Rabid off guard and takes him down with a dragon screw leg whip.)
Freddy Whoa: Leon Hayze is not intimidated at all by being in there with the World Champion!
(Ethan King and Teo Del Sol continue to brawl, but, before too long, Leon Hayze joins them as he has been momentarily relieved by Rabid. Hayze decks King with a forearm to the jaw, which segues into a roundhouse kick to the jaw by Del Sol. Leo and Teo then lock eyes with each other and exchange a knowing glance before climbing to the top rope on opposite sides of the ring.)
Zach Davis: These two are both renowned high flyers, and it looks like they're going to take to the sky!
Freddy Whoa: Teo Del Sol connects with a 450 splash on Ethan King!
Zach Davis: But Teo comes up holding his ribs! He might have landed badly on that one!
(Before Leon Hayze can land whatever high flying move he was looking for on John Rabid, Sidney Warwick pops up on the ring apron behind him and shakes the ropes so that Hayze falls down crotch-first on the top turnbuckle.)
WCF Galaxy: Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Zach Davis: Right in the joint!
(Sidney then enters the ring, staring down Teo Del Sol as Del Sol clutches his ribs. The Omega Champion charges towards the luchador, hitting him with a big spear that sends both men spilling out of the ring between the ropes and down to the arena floor.)
Zach Davis: That leaves John Rabid alone in the ring with Leon Hayze, who is still balanced precariously on the top turnbuckle!
(Effortlessly, the World Champion runs up the ropes to meet Hayze and grabs him in a front facelock.)
Freddy Whoa: Here we go . . .
Zach Davis: AVALANCE BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAINNNNNBUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSTAAAAAAAAAAA!
Freddy Whoa: John Rabid goes for the cover on Leon Hayze!
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Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp hits the ring to make the save!
(Kemp lifts John Rabid up off the mat and locks his arms in place, then hitting a series of arm-trap headbutts on the World Champ. From the arm-trap, he draws the champion in closer, essentially bear hugging him, and hitting a big belly-to-belly suplex.)
Freddy Whoa: Kyle Kemp has got the World Champion in trouble! It feels like this match has all the makings of an upset!
Zach Davis: Wait a second, how did he recover so quickly from that big spear to the floor?!
(Zach is referring to Teo Del Sol, who has reappeared on the ring apron. Del Sol looks at Kyle Kemp and gestures for him to get away from Rabid, a request that Kemp uncharacteristically complies with for some unknown reason.)
Freddy Whoa: It looks like he's setting up for it! This could be the Habanero High Dive!
Zach Davis: Teo could be extracting a measure of revenge for the War championship match!
(Del Sol slingshots into the ring and gets great height in going for his trademark body splash, but, at the last second, the World Champion rolls out of the way, and Teo eats a face full of mat.)
Freddy Whoa: Oh no!
(John Rabid rolls up to his feet and grabs Teo Del Sol, using him like a battering ram and burying his head straight into the gut of Kyle Kemp, who stumbles backwards and lands on his butt in the corner. From there, Rabid lifts his hand above his head, extends one finger upward, and rolls his wrist in the universal professional wrestling sign for, "let's wrap this up.")
Zach Davis: Rabid has Teo Del Sol again now . . . and he's locked it in! The Confessor!
(John Rabid wrenches on his version of the crossface chicken wing, with both he and Teo Del Sol standing at center ring. Then, after a few seconds of applying pressure, Rabid falls to his back, continuing to apply the hold while lying on the mat. To make it all the more difficult to escape, he also applies a rear body scissors to Del Sol.)
Freddy Whoa: The World Champion is looking to get the submission victory . . . but here comes Leon Hayze!
(Hayze moves in in an attempt to break up the submission hold, but, before he can get too far, Sidney J. Warwick catches him from behind with a chop block to the knee.)
Zach Davis: You know what this normally leads to!
(With Leon Hayze down on the mat, Warwick grabs his leg, spins around, and drops down to apply the figure four leglock.)
WCF Galaxy: Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Freddy Whoa: Double submission holds are applied by the co-captains of Team WCF!
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp is back up to his feet! What is he going to be able to do to save this match for his unit?
(Kyle Kemp tries to make his move, but he is intercepted by Ethan King, who manages to maneuver Kemp into a guillotine choke.)
Freddy Whoa: Make that triple submission holds by Team WCF!
Zach Davis: Do we even know who the legal men in this match are?
Freddy Whoa: I think that the referee lost track of that a long time ago, but Stanley Moser seems to be focusing mostly on the pairing of John Rabid and Teo Del Sol!
Zach Davis: Teo is not tapping, and Stanley is asking him if he wants to verbally submit, but he does not appear to be getting a response . . .
(Looking a little bit confused, Moser looks Del Sol over one more time and then begins checking his free arm. Moser lifts it up and it drops . . .
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Twice……………………………………………………….
Three times!)
Freddy Whoa: Teo Del Sol must have passed out from the pain of the Confessor!
Zach Davis: He has been in that hold for entirely too long!
(Stanley Moser calls for the bell.)
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, as the result of a technical submission, John Rabid, Sidney J. Warwick, and Ethan King, collectively known as . . . . TEAM WCF!
Zach Davis: There were certainly times during that this match was up for grabs, but this was a strong, dominant finish for the trio that is heading in to the Helloween main event!
Freddy Whoa: And I can't wait for Helloween...WHOA!
Zach Davis: Wait, what’s this?!
Freddy Whoa: Oh no! Look to the crowds, camera three! Team UCI is back!
The cameras cut to the crowd as a swarm of bodies push to the front, it’s members of Team UCI lead by Spencer Adams. Crow McMorris, Jack Schlongson, Preecha Kamon join Zombie McMorris, Bonnie Blue and Kevin Bishop, jumping the guard rails as fans are pushed aside and crumpled underfoot!
Zach Davis: What the hell? Wasn’t that first invasion earlier tonight enough? Somebody stop these sumbitches!
Freddy Whoa: Get security out here! NOW!
A second wave of UCI interlopers enter the fray; M.A.X., Oblivion, L Verez and Karlie Nash race down from the bleachers as they cannon over a barrier, the timekeeper is obliterated with a thunderous forearm smash as Moser is rocked out of his boots with a Big Boot from Oblivion!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The MONSTER is here, that traitorous bastard!
Zach Davis: That Judas just took out Stanley Moser, the man that made the three count on all of IT’s WCF world title runs. What kind of madman is he?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! He’s a brainwashed zealot, Zach. He made his choice, now he’ll have to--
Zach Davis: Freddy!
Oblivion wraps his huge hand around Freddy’s throat and lifts Whoa up out of his seat, CHOKESLAMMING THE COMMENTATOR BACK DOWN INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!
KER-SMASHHHH!!!!!
Zach is sent flying as the UCI Army slides under the ropes into the ring, unloading rights and lefts as members of Team WCF, together with Teo, Kemp, and Leon are attacked! Rabid and ZMAC are exchanging brutal punches. Rabid goes for an Abdicator kick, but ZMAC ducks it and attempts an Axe Wound, but Rabid kicks out with the help of Kemp and hits McMorris with a V-Trigger! V-Trigger on Bishop! Rabid goes for the trifecta with a V-Trigger on Bonnie Blue but she ducks only to be taken down by a superkick from Kemp! Crow and Rabid stand toe to toe as they start exchanging brutal kicks while King and SJW double team Bishop with a tandem dropkick!
Crow goes for the Murder of Crows, but Rabid shoves the Murder Machine aside, KINGDOM DESTROYER ON CROW! King, SJW and Rabid lift Crow up, TRIPLE POWERBOMB FROM THE RING, THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE! The first UCI world champ is obliterated! But Team WCF’s victory is short lived as the numbers game becomes apparent; M.A.X and L Verez isolating SJW, while Bishop and ZMAC go to work on Teo. Rabid, King and Kemp are cornered by six other UCI alumni, The three WCF guys fight back.
BACKSTAGE: We see Seth Lerch waving on his locker room as they cannon down a corridor; Luke Force is joined by Stephen Singh, Bomber Calden, Johnny Chinlock, Gēmu, Biohazard, Johnny Alpha and Jay West! Seth hands out barbed wire baseball bats and steel chairs as they pass the Master of Puppets in route to the gorilla curtain and the Slam Stage!
As the WCF locker room reach a T-junction, they’re joined by dozens of WCF Security, lead by Rick Mad and Johnny Chinlock!
Johnny Chinlock: Protect the crowds! Protect the crowds!
Even the cameramen are roped in, now holding nailed bats, the business ends of which are just visible from the corner of the screen!
Seth is handed a microphone by a crying assistant who’s obviously in shock. Seth pats her on the shoulder offering minimal comfort. Lerch is the last from the back to step out onto the ramp. As Seth exits the curtain we can clearly see his face is a mask of pure rage now as he marches purposefully down towards ringside, with the situation resting on a perilous knife edge.
Zach Davis: Hello? Is, is this microphone still on? Freddy is hurt, he’s hurt bad. We need EMT’s down here. I’ll, I’ll try and stay on the air until the end. Here comes Seth. There seems to be a cessation of hostilities. God knows how long that it will last. Christ, Freddy is bleeding out here. WE NEED HELP!
At ringside we see that the two groups have been split apart by security. Seth jogs up the steps. He dips into the ring which currently only UCI owner Spencer Adams now occupies. Seth lifts the mic up to his lips.
Seth Lerch: Spencer! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! We had an agreement! We agreed you would show up tonight peacefully and we’d pick our remaining members for our teams for Helloween next Sunday! Now you’ve invaded my show not once, but TWICE!
Spencer shakes his head in disbelief. He walks over and is handed a mic at the side of the ring. He walks back towards the middle, raising the mic to speak.
Spencer Adams: Are you serious? Did you not watch Overload last week?
Seth Lerch: Oh? Is that what that was? I thought I was volunteering at the local soup kitchen!
Spencer glares.
Spencer Adams: You can't help yourself, can you? You can't help but denigrate everything and everyone around you. You're like a sickness, Seth. A virus that turns your employees against each other.
Seth Lerch: What? And your flea circus is the cure? You're no antidote, Adams. You're a placebo. You offer nothing. You're not a real wrestling company. You're a make do. A stop gap. You're a halfway house for battered jobbers looking for a hot bowl of comfort and a pat on the head.
Spencer Adams: It's so pathetic of you to be this predictable. You can't stand the fact that UCI is a younger, hungrier company. That we run a ship based on unity rather than chaos. Look at you, the so-called “Master of Puppets?” Well, of course you are, Seth. Real men and woman wouldn't want to work for you, puppets is all you have!
Seth Lerch: What? You sanctimonious bastard! You always were a stuck up prick from the first moment you worked here! I suppose Aunt Betty wrote that “Real men and woman” line, didn’t she? Hypocrisy always did run deep in your family, right? Explain to me how “Real men and woman” jump guard rails and endanger civilians. So much for “The People’s Choice”.
Spencer Adams: They’re your tactics, Seth. This is a response, nothing more. Look, let’s just get this over with. Make your choices for this Sunday at Helloween, so we can contain this situation before it gets any worse. No one needs to get hurt. We don’t want that. I don’t what that.
Seth Lerch: You may not have a choice. Helloween is going to be bloody, Spencer. Are you ready for that?
Spencer Adams: Are you?
Seth Lerch: Make your choices. Let’s see your hand, “boy”.
Security allows a select few to return to the ring. Zombie McMorris, Kevin Bishop, and Bonnie Blue return and stand next to Spencer Adams. On the other side of the ring, John Rabid, Sidney J. Warwick, and Ethan King stand now next to Seth Lerch. Lerch gestures to Spencer to make his next pick.
Spencer Adams: So I’ve thought long and hard about who should be our fourth pick. This next man is one of the hardest working soldiers in the sport today. If you need a hard worker, this next pick is your guy! He has been one of the top names in BOTH WCF and UCI. Not only is he a current champion here in WCF, he’s also one of our former world champions in UCI. My fourth pick for Team UCI is..."Relentless" Andre Holmes!!
Seth Lerch looks shocked, Rabid shakes his head. Holmes has chosen UCI!
A slow but assuring guitar riff broken up in a DJent pattern starts playing with the lights in the arena shutting off to illuminate gray colored images of Andre Holmes on the titantron. "Relentless" by New Years Day suddenly begins with lights flashing, and dancing around highlighting different sections of the arena. He walks out from the back wearing the black hoodie over his head, his ring attire on with the WCF Hardcore Championship hung over his right shoulder. Cheers are increasing like giant waves on the beach to him as he stands on the center stage surveying the crowd with a big smile on his face. Walking down the entrance path, he pauses until hearing the lyrics "Tear Me Down, It Won't Build You Up...." Removing his belt from off his shoulder, he raises the championship in the air while releasing a thundering primal scream. A flash of white, and red colored fireworks emerges behind him in single-line fashion.
Afterwards, the lights return back to normal, and he walks down to the ring keeping the title in his right hand while mingling with some of his fans at ringside. Climbing up onto the apron, he hops into the ring and winks at Seth Lerch as he joins ZMAC, Bishop, and Bonnie on Team UCI.
Seth Lerch: Seriously, Andre? I gave you a contract, you’re a WCF Tag Champion, and you’re going to turn your back on WCF and join Team UCI?
Andre shrugs and grins. He holds the Hardcore title high in the air as the crowd pops. Seth shakes his head as he lifts the mic again, looking back towards Spencer.
Seth Lerch: Andre Holmes. Cute. But here at WCF we don’t make do with over achievers representing our good name. Instead, we pick from the cream of the crop! My fourth pick is a former WCF World Champion, Tag Champion and Trios Cup Winner. Initially, I didn't want to pick this guy and had someone else in mind for a spot on the team as this guy fell hard from being World Champion by being pinned not once, not twice but THREE TIMES in a SINGLE night! He paid me so I'll never say no to some more cash in my pocket. Presenting my fourth pick for Team WCF. STEPHEN SINGH!!
The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." as the jumbotron’ flashes the word "STEPHEN SINGH" in a shimmering gold before being replaced by a gray-tinted montage of Stephen Singh brutalizing past opponents. The menacing beat of the Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain fills the arena, golden pyros form 5 ft high fountains across the stage, and "Superstar" Stephen Singh steps out with a scowl spread across his face. He pauses for a moment at the top of the stage, looking to the booing crowd with disgust.
Singh walks down to ringside, he ducks underneath the top rope and enters. Singh stares down the members of Team UCI with an intense look before nodding at Ethan King, who welcomes Singh into the ranks of Team WCF with a handshake. Rabid says nothing, simply glaring at Andre who tries to ignore the venom. Seth turns to Singh.
Seth Lerch: Hey, Stephen. How about at Hellimination, you try and not get pinned again.
The crowd OOOHs as Stephen chuckles, followed by a frustrated sigh, nodding at Seth.
Spencer Adams shakes his head.
Spencer Adams: Interesting pick, Seth. By hook or by crook huh? Sounds about right.
Seth Lerch: Just get on with it.
Spencer Adams: A match like this needs a difference maker, a bulldozer to tip the scales and uneven the odds. My next pick has proven to be a team specialist countless times as an integral member of The Pack. He’s an imposing force with a mind as quick and as unpredictable as a hiccup. He’s beaten the likes of former WCF champion Bobby Cairo and WCF star Howard Black. He’s a former UCI world champion. The Archduke of Confusion….ALEX RICHARDS!
The opening guitar solo to “I'm Not Like Everybody Else” by the Kinks plays then ALEX RICHARDS steps through the curtain, his doctor's bag in one hand, a boot filled to the brim with Zim-Quila in the other. He chugs his drink then tosses the boot into the crowd before raising the title in the air to massive cheers. He then starts walking towards the ring a serious look on his face with a hint of a smile making it seem like he's probably putting it on, which he is. On the way to the ring he delivers his trademark hard high fives to the fans. At least those brave enough to want them.
Alex finally walks over to the ring steps and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the corner of the ring and stands beside Andre as the final member of Team UCI.
Seth Lerch laughs.
Seth Lerch: Well, well, well, welcome back FAT BOY! Now it’s time to make my final choice. There is no one better to complete either team, and especially WCF. Than this man. He has bled for WCF for over FIFTEEN BRUTAL YEARS.
Spencer squints his eyes at Seth.
Seth Lerch: This man is one of the biggest names in the sport today and is a WCF HALL OF FAMER.
The crowd starts buzzing as the timeline could mean Corey Black, Gravedigger, or even...LOGAN.
Seth Lerch: This man has been one of the hardest workers in WCF this year and has been on more shows in WCF and UCI combined than anyone else in either company. I present WCF’s FINAL pick and the VOICE OF UCI...GRAVEDIGGER!
The crowd pops and everyone from UCI, especially Spencer looks shocked.
“Changes” By Deftones hits the speakers and Gravedigger instantly walks out. The crowd boos Gravedigger because they don’t like him but then they pop for him because he’s here to defend WCF. Gravedigger stands on top of the ramp and looks down at the ring below and flexes, roaring out at everyone in the ring. Gravedigger has a smirk on his face as he walks confidently down to the ring. He walks over to the ring steps and climbs them and dips between the top and middle rope.
Gravedigger stops in the middle between both teams and looks back and forth. His gaze finally stops on Team UCI and especially Spencer. He walks over and stands face to face with Spencer and grins. Spencer is furious and we can just barely hear over the crowd, Spencer asking why Gravedigger has betrayed UCI.
Gravedigger shrugs at Spencer. He then walks down the line, smirking at each member of Team UCI. Spencer holds up a hand as a couple of them want to leap forward and attack Gravedigger. Once he reaches Alex Richards and stares at him for a few seconds, Gravedigger turns his back and starts to walk away. Gravedigger looks at his teammates in Team WCF and roars out again. He quickly turns before anyone can react and nearly takes Alex Richards’ head off with a massive Grave Marker!
Instantly, the rest of Team UCI leaps forward and jumps Gravedigger, beating on him. Team WCF doesn’t hesitate and they all jump to Gravedigger’s rescue. Everyone starts brawling in the ring as Seth and Spencer look on. Feeling renewed, the members of the UCI and WCF lockerrooms fight off the security and start finding each other at ringside and both companies are brawling in and out of the ring.
Zach Davis: ABSOLUTE PANDEMONIUM!
Andre is left brawling with Gravedigger who is reeling from the UCI beatdown. He floors Gravedigger with a Triple Knee Combo and as Gravedigger starts to stand back up, he nails him with a Thrust Kick!! Gravedigger goes down.
Andre is immediately met by Ethan King who hits him with a forearm from behind. Ethan King is relentless as he clubs Andre over and over. He finally lays out Andre with a Flatline!
Zach Davis: Wrestlers are falling left and right from high impact maneuvers!
Ethan King’s momentum is stopped as Bonnie Blue comes running in and hits him with a jumping stunner! Ethan goes down but he’s quick to get back up. He goes for a Flatline but Bonnie reverses and nails the Sonic Screwdriver! Ethan King is laid out on the side of the ring.
Bonnie barely has time to catch her breath as Stephen Singh makes it over to her a little too late to save his Everest ally. No matter, he takes it out on her by hitting her with clubbing blows. He even hits a low blow, doubling her over. Singh plants her in the middle of the ring with a Thief in the Night! Bonnie is now laid out herself.
Singh just narrowly avoids Kevin Bishop going for The Black Death. Both teams are back on their feet with WCF currently in the advantaged position with Singh, SJW, and Rabid on their feet and ZMAC and Bishop on the other side. The WCF guys leap forward and jump the outnumbered UCI guys.
Stephen Singh and Kevin Bishop trade blows back and forth. Bishop finally gets the advantage and goes for another Black Death and hits it! Singh rolls out of the ring from the momentum and things are now even between the members of Team WCF and Team UCI. SJW doesn’t wait long and grabs Bishop from behind, laying him out with his patented Privilege Check!
UCI is outnumbered again with ZMAC all by himself. Rabid goes to dive in and land the first blow on the UCI World Champion but Guardians members Alex Richards and Bonnie Blue grab him and pull him out of the ring. SJW goes for another Privilege Check, this time on ZMAC, but ZMAC avoids the move and nails an Axe Wound on SJW! SJW rolls away. Rabid fights off Bonnie and Richards, then slides into the ring and grabs ZMac. Rabid hits a Kingdom Destroyer! ZMAC bounces up straight with the momentum and staggers around blind!
ZMAC leans against the ropes and pulls out a vial out from his pocket. McMorris does a line of coke off of his hand as Rabid comes in and starts pounding away at him. ZMAC starts shaking like a jackhammer as his Zombified metabolism begins to COKE UP! The blows from the WCF World Champion meet a mind numbed to all pain as ZMAC is gripped by insanity, pointing Hogan style at Rabid.
ZMAC: NOOO!!
ZMac finally grabs Rabid and plants him with an Axe Wound!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris is standing tall!
Freddy Whoa: NOT FOR LONG!
With ZMAC transfixed on The Ripper, Seth Lerch himself joins the fray and lays ZMAC out with a Torture’s Device! Seth yells out “Fuck you, ZMAC!” The partisan crowd cheers Seth on for perhaps the first time in years as Spencer spins Seth around and starts nailing him with punches. He finally grabs Seth and lays him out with an Antidote!
Zach Davis: Seth Lerch has been laid out by UCI Owner, Spencer Adams with an Antidote! Wait, here comes Chinlock!
Chinlock slides into the ring and spears Spencer Adams! Spencer has been caught off guard. Johnny Chinlock wastes no time and applies a chinlock on the UCI Owner! Spencer flails about as Johnny wrenches back!
ZMac is back up and he flies across the ring, tackling Johnny Chinlock to the outside. He picks him up and hits him with the World Tour ‘69. Even though the man is laid out, ZMAC picks him up and hits a Boot Party! Still not finished, he plants him with an Axe Wound.
Zach Davis: Somebody stop ZMAC! Johnny Chinlock isn’t even a real wrestler!
ZMAC looks out at the crowd as he grabs Chinlock by the head and yells “WE JUS GETTIN STARTED!” ZMAC punches the man in the face over and over. He finally lifts him up and positions him onto the edge of the ring apron. ZMAC keeps yelling at him to “BITE DOWN!”
Rabid races forward but is met by Andre Holmes and Alex Richards, Rabid SCREAMS at ZMAC, “DON’T DO THIS!”
Even Spencer Adams begs ZMAC to back down as ZMAC climbs up onto the turnbuckle, lifting his boot. John Rabid is back up and pushes Spencer to the side as he runs over to stop ZMAC. ZMAC notices Rabid running across the ring and leaps, bringing his boot down across the back of the head of Johnny Chinlock, the crunch can be heard around the arena. Chinlock flops around for a few seconds as ZMAC hops down out of the ring. He smirks sadistically as Spencer looks on, turning his head away from the carnage in shock.
Spencer Adams: I...this isn’t what I wanted. Why ZMAC?
ZMAC: This is war, “General” Adams. War is a dirty, ugly thing. Just like me.
Rabid reaches the corpse of chinlock as SJW lowers and cradles the body in his arms. King and Gravedigger fight off Andre and Richards as Rabid speaks through gritted teeth.
John Rabid: He didn’t do anything to anyone, McMorris. He was just a man trying to make a living.
ZMAC: He was a soldier. And he paid the price for your flag.
John Rabid: I’m going to kill you, ZMAC. I’m going to kill you. Your son. Your manager. I’m going to kill everything that lives or breathes in your world. You wanted a war? Now you have it...
Gravedigger: With the grave that comes with it.
Ethan King: So swears the king.
Zach Davis: Get the paramedics out there. This is despicable!
Voice: NO! What is despicable is your commentary!
Zach Davis turns around just in time to see Jimmy Garcia charging forward. Garcia hits Zach with a over head right fist and climbs over the railing. Jimmy Garcia starts attacking Davis as the two commentators trade blows. Zach is holding his own for the moment but is suddenly grabbed in a chokehold from behind by Sebastian Reid! Sebastian climbs over the guardrail and starts beating on Zach Davis, who has no choice, eventually succumbing to the blows. Reid grabs a nearby steel chair and cracks Zach Davis over the head! Davis is bleeding badly now from the head as he staggers before collapsing.
Sebastian Reid: And THAT is how you do color!
Meanwhile, members of the UCI locker room converge on the top of the ramp and start kicking and pulling at the WCF flag pole, ripping the fabric eventually from the mast!
CROWD: BOOOOOOOOO!!!
Hajeet suddenly runs out from the back with a flag. It has the UCI logo and colors on it! ZMAC hits Hajeet with a boot, knocking him off the ramp and takes the flag from him! Evil Incarnate starts waving it in the air in victory as Sebastian Reid sets the commentary table on fire!
Seth is helpless at ringside to stop the travesty, protected by a circle of Team WCF members. The illumination from the flames ignites hatred in their eyes as they stand as one. Chinlock’s cold body slipping from Sidney’s cradle as he looks up, the fires dancing in the reflection from his shaking spectacles.
The last working camera focuses on the image of Zombie McMorris waving the UCI flag on the ring apron, plumes of smoke and flame rising from the WCF commentary table as the video feed degrades and dies. The arena losing power. Reid has a microphone, he concludes the broadcast...
Sebastian Reid: Hope you enjoyed the show. We’ll see you all at the Hammerstein. “Good night”, everybody. And good luc--
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