Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:24:24 GMT -5
1/21/2018 Live from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York
"Kids" by MGMT hits as cameras do a sweeping shot of the jam packed Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York.
Zach Davis: Welcome to WCF Slam! The first Slam under the rule of our new owner...JOHN RABID!
Freddy Whoa: That's right! Last week millions of WCF fans tuned in expecting to see Slam but instead were shocked to find it replaced by a very special announcement. That Seth Lerch had sold the WCF, the company he founder and raised from it's infant days, to none other than the former World Champion.
Zach Davis: We were just as surprised as all of you fans. We learned about the sale at the same as you did and we were left with the same questions that you surely did.
Freddy Whoa: But we shall press on! We've got a full show for you tonight, including 4 matches in the first round of a tournament to crown a new #1 Contender for the World Title!
Zach Davis: The likes of Mikey eXtreme, Bonnie Blue, Teo Del Sol and Kyle Kemp...
Freddy Whoa: ...The Risen, Jack Smith, William The Behemoth and Odin Balfore all competing to be the man-
Zach Davis: - or woman!
Freddy Whoa: Man or woman to be the one to face off against Sidney J. Warwick at our next PPV for the World Title.
Zach Davis: We've also got a PPV worthy main event as the champ will be teaming with Steven Singh to face Dune and Wade Moor. How can the champion coexist with the man holding the Final Destination briefcase?
Freddy Whoa: We will find out! Let's get to the action!
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:25:45 GMT -5
CHARLIE ROSS VS MARSHALL GATES
Opening cords of a guitar solo begins as the drum beat increases. The first few words of "Better Than Drugs" by Skillet begins as the arena lights fade to a single white light shining in the middle of the wrestling ring. You watch as the crowd begins chanting GHOST! GHOST! GHOST! in unison. There in all his splendor is the blue orbs angel himself standing with his head tilted to the side as his royal blue and white pulpit robe hangs low to the ground. Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi pushes the satin robe opening reviling his thin chiseled frame and Charlie steps back to his corner as the arena lights come back up and the crowd continues its jeer as Ghost strikes a knowing grin to the several thousands on lookers in the arena.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring standing at 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing in at 235 pounds, from Salem, North Carolina!...this is Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi!!!
Limp Bizkit: 'Rollin starts to blare across the PA system as the megatron lights up and shows highlights of Marshall's wrestling career from 15 years ago as well as his highlights as a no holds barred cage fighter.
Fog begins to take over the entrance ramp and holograms of lighting strike down from the ceiling of the building. He emerges through the smoke throwing his arms back and howling like a wolf as pyrotechnics sound off across stage front. He takes a sprint down the aisle with pyrotechnics sounding off on either side of him as he makes his way to the ring. Once there he jumps onto the apron angrily grabbing the top rope and shaking them with a mad yell. He hopes over the top rope landing on two feet and runs to a corner turner buckle to jump on the second one and rant, rave, and talk bullshit before hopping down, waiting on his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent. He stands at 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighs 285 pounds. He is from San Antonio Texas!....Marshall Gates!!
'Rollin starts to blare across the PA system as the megatron lights up and shows highlights of Marshall's wrestling career from 15 years ago as well as his highlights as a no holds barred cage fighter.
Fog begins to take over the entrance ramp and holograms of lighting strike down from the ceiling of the building. He emerges through the smoke throwing his arms back and howling like a wolf as pyrotechnics sound off across stage front. He takes a sprint down the aisle with pyrotechnics sounding off on either side of him as he makes his way to the ring. Once there he jumps onto the apron angrily grabbing the top rope and shaking them with a mad yell. He hopes over the top rope landing on two feet and runs to a corner turner buckle to jump on the second one and rant, rave, and talk bullshit before hopping down.
ZACK DAVIS: Folks, this is our opening match and it promises to be a dandy! The patch these two men have been on in WCW is as intertwined as it could be.
FREDDY WHOA: You’re right Zack, for nearly a month these two have been involved in matches with and against each other. There is going to be a familiarity with each other that is bound to create an amazing match.
Rossi and Gates meet in the middle of the ring and eye each other for a brief second before fists start to fly. The two trade fists for a while until Rossi introduces a boot to the gut that doubles Marshall over. Rossi seizes the opportunity and delivers a mat crushing, back pounding sit down front suplex. Upon impact Rossi immediately covers Gates. Harry Peter, the local ref used for the opening bout is quick to get into position.
ZACK DAVIS: Nope, Gates kicked out, but everyone there looked surprised that it even got to two and a half.
FREDDY WHOA: Gates looks surprised too and a little upset. He charges Rossi and nails a clothesline.
ZACK DAVIS: A brutal clothesline at that. Now it is Gates with the cover. Harry Peter with the count.
Quick kickout by Rossi who springs to his feet but is met with a seated uppercut by Gates. Rossi is staggered and Gates is back to his feet and charging at Rossi. Rossi ducks the forearm smash and uses Gates momentum to usher Gates over the top rope. But Gates is able to hang on. Gates hammers Rossi with some fists to the skull. That makes enough room for Gates to step through the 2nd rope and back into the ring. Gates looks a little sluggish.
ZACK DAVIS: Rossi meets Gates with forearms to the back and the clubbing blows ground Gates. Rossi is picking Gates up.
FREDDY WHOA: Do you see a guillotine? Because we are about to have a Decapitation! There it is! A stalling front butterfly suplex into a sitdown pile driver.
ZACK DAVIS: He calls that Decapitation and although Gates’ head is still attached, he’s flat on his back and Harry Peter is in position for the count!
ZACK DAVIS: He did it!. Rossi gets the wins and he is excited. A quality win over a quality opponent.
FREDDY WHOA: Those are key ingredients to a quality career in WCF and Rossi is well on his way!
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:27:01 GMT -5
VINCENT AUGUSTINE VS ALINA MURPHY VS MATTHEW BLACK
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit . . .
(“And it all adds up!” rings out through PA as the second verse of "It All Adds Up" by Shinedown begins. Sparks burst from the stage and out walks Vincent Augustine, his hair pulled back and tied off neatly and glistening under arena lights. For a moment he closes his eyes, takes in the sound of the arena and makes his way down to the ring. He slides under the bottom ropes and mounts the nearest corners middle rope and stares at the sky.
The chorus of the song hits and Vincent takes a deep breath before extending his arms to the sides Jesus style pose and opening his eyes yelling it all adds up at the crowd. He drops down in the corner, shaking his muscles out and preparing for the contest to come.)
Kyle Steel: Introducing first . . . he comes to us from Yreka, California and weighs in at 205 pounds . . . VINCENT AUGUSTINE!
Freddy Whoa: you know, for the longest time, I thought that Augustine was from Eureka, California, but it turns out that he's from Yreka, California.
Zach Davis: What's the difference?
Freddy Whoa: About four and a half hours on I-5.
("The Greatest" by Sia plays and out skips Alina Murphy in converse sneakers and a half red, half black sports bra, spandex shorts outfit that is covered in cross bone skull patterns and broken heart designs. Jack Smith is at her side. Alina twists her pigtails around the pinky finger as she walks up the steel stairs and steps through the middle and bottom ropes into the ring.)
Kyle Steel: His first opponent is accompanied to the ring by the WCF Alpha Champion Jack Smith, weighs in at 125 pounds, and comes to us from Glasgow, Scotland. She is . . . ALINA MURPHY!
Zach Davis: Ooo, rookie mistake there by the American Kyle Steel, as he inadvertently pronounced it "Glass Cow" instead of "Glazz Go."
Freddy Whoa: The WCF's Scottish fans are going to drag him hard on Twitter for that one.
(“Root of All Evil” by CFO$ begins to play. The arena goes pitch black as a dim light shines down on the ramp. All of a sudden a man appears under the light. Matthew Black looks up slowly towards the ring and his next targets and meticulously walks to the ring. He gets to the ropes and flips over the rope and lands in a sitting position in the middle of the ring he peers towards the crowd and he slides to his corner and raises as if possessed by a deeper and darker power.)
Kyle Steel: And finally, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing 216 pounds . . . he is the master of the Black Mass . . . MATTHEW BLACK!
Zach Davis: Here we go with three-way action, as Alina Murphy and Vincent Augustine attempt to continue the momentum that they built with big victories at ONE, while Matthew Black tries to get on track after not being able to win the Alpha Title in that massive ladder match.
Freddy Whoa: He didn't just lose that ladder match, though, Zach. He fell through the guardrail and bent it in half while it was STANDING UP vertically! There's no way his back is the same after that.
Zach Davis: Of course, Alina was also a huge part of that Alpha Title match, as she helped take Jay West out of commission with a hard bite to the crotch . . . and then her boyfriend Jack Smith's title win meant that she accepted the marriage proposal that he gave to her earlier in the evening!
Freddy Whoa: Well, now that we've made the first few minutes of this match as boring as the first few minutes of most wrestling podcasts, let's get to the action that everybody cares about!
(Asif Oncue, the Pakistani referee with an impeccable sense of timing, calls for the bell.)
Zach Davis: And Matthew Black is wasting no time, as he's immediately rushed Vincent Augustine and is slamming him with overhand, clubbing forearms!
Freddy Whoa: Black wants to send the message that he's not lost a step after that major fall at ONE!
(Black's forearms have shoved Augustine back into the corner, and Alina Murphy, not wanting to sit the match out, comes up behind Black and attempts to find an opening to hit some sort of offensive maneuver of her own. However, before she can get anything off, Matthew Black reaches back and drives the point of his elbow into the bridge of her nose with a surprisingly large amount of force.)
Freddy Whoa: OUCH!
Zach Davis: Alina Murphy goes flying back across the ring about three feet!
(Even the hardened veterans Augustine and Black are a bit shocked by how big of a blow the small woman just took, though Murphy manages to maintain a vertical base while holding her face. When she moves her hands away, the cameras catch a small trickle of blood coming out of her right nostril. The cameras also catch her tongue reaching up out of her mouth and tasting the plasma as it runs down her upper lip.)
Zach Davis: I don't like where this is going . . .
(As soon as the Scottish lash tastes her own blood, she lets out a mighty scream and rushes forward, leaping up on to Matthew Black's back and wrapping her right arm around his throat and repeatedly clawing at his eyes with her left hand.)
Freddy Whoa: Alina has snapped! She's giving up over eighty pounds of weight to both of her opponents, but you wouldn't know it from the way that she's unloading on Matthew Black right now!
Zach Davis: Asif Oncue is trying to break it up, but Alina is like a rabid badger who has been possessed by the demon Pazuzu!
(Vincent Augustine, being a highly skilled technician, deals with the wild jumble of opponents in front of him in the only way that he knows how. While Alina Murphy is still hanging off the throat of Matthew Black, Augustine double legs Black, which not only takes Black down but also crushes Murphy in between Black and the mat.)
Freddy Whoa: And all of the wind goes out of the tiny frame of Alina Murphy!
(Murphy rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and tries to regroup with Jack Smith on the floor, while Vincent Augustine stands up over Matthew Black and grabs his legs.)
Zach Davis: Augustine flips him over . . . Texas Clover Leaf!
Freddy Whoa: That hold not only puts pressure on the back that Matthew Black injured at ONE, but it also contorts the legs, which might make it more difficult for Matthew to hit the Black Mass kick that he likes to use to finish matches.
(Black struggles against the pain coursing through his lower body as a result of the hold and attempts to drag himself towards the ring ropes for a break, but he has immense difficulty, particularly when Augustine temporarily loosens the pressure on the hold . . . . only to then drag Black back to dead center of the ring and sit back down to apply it even tighter.)
Fans: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
Zach Davis: Matthew Black has not endeared himself to the WCF Galaxy thusfar in his time here, and they are ready to see him submit!
Freddy Whoa: Wait a second, here's Alina!
(Murphy has, in fact, pulled herself up off the floor and on to the ring apron, from which she springboards off of the top rope and leaps towards Augustine, catching him with a diving huricanrana that pulls him off of Black and sends him staggering face-first into the middle rope.)
Zach Davis: Oof! Those ring ropes are steel cables under just an inch or so of padding, and Vincent Augustine just took one right to the kisser!
Freddy Whoa: That could result in a nice shiner come Monday morning . . .
(Sensing an opportunity, Alina moves forward as Vincent Augustine cradles his head in pain. She grabs him in a cravate hold and runs up the ropes as she holds him, then flipping backwards into a . . .)
Zach Davis: SHIRANUI!
Freddy Whoa: That wasn't just any Shiranui, either! As Vincent Augustine was coming down in the move, the back of his head landed on Matthew Black's face!
Zach Davis: Murphy goes for the cover on Vinny!
Freddy Whoa: Augustine is out at two!
Zach Davis: Now Alina is attempting to pin Matthew Black!
Freddy Whoa: Black kicks out as well!
Zach Davis: You have to wonder if Alina Murphy should have attempted to pin Matthew first, because he has certainly taken more damage during the course of this match.
(Seeing an opportunity with both of her opponents still down from having cracked their heads into each other but knowing that they cannot yet be pinned, Alina Murphy quickly runs to the corner and ascends to the top rope, where she crouches, waiting on one of the two men to return to their feet.)
Freddy Whoa: It looks like Vincent Augustine is going to be the first man back to his feet.
(Augustine is, in fact, the first guy to regain a vertical base, and Alina targets him, leaping off of the top with a huge cross body block.)
Zach Davis: Alina attempts the cross body, but the California native catches her! He doesn't go down!
(Before Augustine can take advantage of the situation, Alina Murphy begins shifting her weight around and shimmying up Augustine's body.)
Freddy Whoa: What is Alina doing here?
Zach Davis: It's an Octopus hold! Vincent Augustine caught Alina Murphy off of the cross body block, but Murphy made the best of the situation and maneuvered herself into position for the Octopus hold!
Freddy Whoa: If anybody on the WCF roster knows how to reverse this one, it's going to be Vincent Augustine . . .
Zach Davis: But he may not have to, because Matthew Black is back up now . . .
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD!!!!
Zach Davis: MATTHEW BLACK JUST BLASTED ALINA MURPHY IN THE FACE WITH A YAKUZA KICK WHILE SHE WAS APPLYING THE OCTOPUS HOLD TO VINCENT AUGUSTINE!!!
Freddy Whoa: Do we know when they're getting married? I hope it's not anytime soon, because Alina is going to need some time to recover before she looks halfway decent for any wedding photos.
(Murphy's body immediately goes limp, and she slides off of Augustine's shoulders before crumpling into a pile on the mat. On the outside of the ring, her fiancé Jack Smith appears concerned.)
Freddy Whoa: Matthew Black tries for the Black Mass kick on Vincent Augustine!
Zach Davis: But Augustine ducks it and grabs Black from behind in a waistlock! He could be looking for a German suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Hold on a second, there's a standing switch by Black! Now he's got Augustine in the waistlock and is trying to herc him back with a German of his own!
Zach Davis: Standing switch by Augustine! It's been reversed again!
(Rather than continuing to try for the German suplex, Augustine voluntarily releases the waistlock but uses the opportunity to hit Black with two forearms to the back of the neck and shoulders, then quickly slapping on a full nelson and . . .)
Freddy Whoa: RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX BY AUGUSTINE!
Zach Davis: Vinnie floats over . . . Rings of Saturn now applied on Matthew Black!
Freddy Whoa: Wait, here's Alina Murphy again! She just won't stay down!
(Murphy hits the ropes and runs towards Black and Augustine while Augustine continues to hold his opponent in the Rings of Saturn. Upon reaching the center of the ring, Alina spins around and then dives . . .)
Zach Davis: MURPHY HITS AUGUSTINE WITH A DIVING VARIATION ON HER PUNCHLINE MANUEVER!
Freddy Whoa: A diving roaring elbow to Augustine!
Zach Davis: Alina has picked Matthew Black up off of the mat now . . . SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER!
Freddy Whoa: She calls that the Murphy's Law!
Zach Davis: Alina continues to hold Black in the small package!
Freddy Whoa: Hold on a second, Vincent Augustine just grabbed Alina Murphy from behind to break up the small package . . .
Zach Davis: And he applies the cross-face chicken wing!
Freddy Whoa: That's not just any cross-face chicken wing! That's his hold! That's the Sum of All Parts!
Alina begins tapping before Black can get to his feet and break the hold.
Zach Davis: And that's it! Vincent Augustine wins this match via submission!
Augustine rolls out of the ring and celebrates as Black is kicking the mat in frustration. Meanwhile the referee is checking on Alina. Slam then goes to commercial.
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:29:03 GMT -5
SAMUEL MCHPHERSON VS AZRAEL
Freddy Whoa: Azrael is already in the ring, waiting for his match against another newcomer.
Zach Davis: One who already has one victory under his belt.
“Animal I Have Become” by Three Days Grace plays over the sound system as a large man walks out from the curtain and stands on top of the ramp, looking around with Henry standing behind him before he walks very slowly to ringside as he steps on the apron and goes over the top rope with his feet and goes to a corner to rest himself up on, looking at his opponent with intensity as the referee calls for the bell and this one is underway.
Freddy Whoa: And I’m not sure Azrael was completely ready for that bell as he gets absolutely levelled by McPherson with a spear! The Animal is all over Azrael with rights and lefts raining down on his opponent.
McPherson is relentless with the forearms down onto Azrael who is doing everything he can in attempts to squirm free. Azrael finally gets his legs to the ropes as the referee steps in to pull McPherson off of his opponent. The Animal finally relents and gets to his feet, waiting for Azrael to do the same.
Zach Davis: Azrael is dizzied, stunned by those fierce blows but he’s stumbling to his feet and...Tongan death grip! McPherson has it locked in and Azrael is fading fast...no Azrael is now fighting back...a right hand from Azrael...another….a boot...Still the Animal holds on…
Freddy Whoa: Azrael rears back for one more right hand! No! Blocked by McPherson who tightens the grip around Azrael’s neck and...chokeslam! He just spiked Azrael into the mat! A pin!
Kickout from Azrael!
Zach Davis: McPherson hoists Azrael up, apparently enraged by the kickout. But here comes Azrael! Out of nowhere he’s firing back! A flurry of right hands! Animal pops one back off toward Arael but has it blocked by Azrael who immediately turns it into a chicken wing with a smooth step-behind!
Freddy Whoa: McPherson reacts quickly though and spins through the attempted chicken wing, gets behind the opponent, hooks his arms through Azrael and then...WHOA! ANIMAL KILL! ANIMAL KILL!
Zach Davis: Samuel McPherson just absolutely dropped his opponent with that vertebreaker and now hooks a leg for a pin…
Freddy Whoa: Wow. He made short work out of Azrael.
Zach Davis: He certainly did. I think we’re going to see more of The Animal in the future, perhaps with some gold on his mind.
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:30:09 GMT -5
Zach Davis: Alright folks, next up we’ve got -
The lights fade as David Lynch's "The Pink Room" hits in the darkness.
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh...it’s Dune!
An explosion sets off two pillars of fire on the stage, and Dune emerges in their wake. He stands atop the ramp and takes in the scene, acknowledging the WCF Faithful before he turns toward the ring and strides down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Dune’s coming off a stellar matchup at One against The Leviathan, Wade Moor - one of the highlights of the show.
Freddy Whoa: I wonder what he’s got on his mind, Zach.
Zach Davis: I imagine we’re about to find out.
The ring glows amidst the darkness as he slides in and shoots to his feet. The lights come on as Dune signals for a mic, and one is tossed his way. He catches it and begins to speak.
Dune: As you all know, I’m up against Stephen Singh and the newly crowned World Champion, Sidney Warwick, later tonight.
Zach Davis: It would appear the people haven’t taken a liking to the new Champ.
Freddy Whoa: Nooo they haven’t!
The raucous crowd quiets down as Dune speaks over them.
Dune: And knowing that, you also know who’s going to be in my corner.
Zach Davis: They certainly do, and from the sound of it they can’t wait to see Wade Moor and Dune team up against Singh and Warwick.
Crowd: SWAGRID! SWAGRID! SWAGRID!
Dune: That’s right. It’s why you’re here...that and the first round of the tournament to determine the #1 Contender for the World Title. But as much as I’d like to call John Rabid out here and get his explanation as to why I’m not in it, I’ve got other matters to address first. And so without further ado, I’ve got a message to deliver before the main event tonight. So, Wade...come on out here.
A few seconds pass before the lights in the arena dim once more, and the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain and lumbers out onto the stage.
Freddy Whoa: Here he comes...Godnilla himself, menacing as ever!
He stares out to the hot crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Zach Davis: I don’t know what to think, Freddy. This could be trouble. These two had a heated rivalry going into One, and who’s to say if the match put it to bed?
Wade puts his hand on the apron and slides in, slithering towards the center of the ring. The lights come on as he finds his feet and calls for a mic. He gets one, then turns to face Dune. The crowd noise dies as Dune begins to speak.
Dune: I’ve faced off against a lot of great wrestlers in my time here. Bobby Cairo. Jonny Fly. Jayson Price. Joey Flash. WCF Legends. The best of the best. But in all the time I’ve spent in the ring, the most grueling - the most punishing, mentally and physically - was the time spent with one man...and I’m looking at him right now. I’m looking right in his eyes.
Dune points to Wade, who nods and looks out at the crowd as they pop once more. After a few seconds, Dune continues.
Dune: And what I see is someone I can rely on to have my back tonight. Someone I can trust to leave it all in the ring. Two years ago, I never would have thought I’d utter those words. But tonight, I’m all but certain they’ll hold true. All I need is to hear it from you. So what’s it gonna be, Wade...are you with me, or are you against me?
The crowd begins to stir and cheer as Wade and Dune stare each other down in the center of the ring. Finally, Wade holds the mic up to his mouth.
Wade Moor: You and I have walked different paths from the outset, haven’t we, Dune? And we’ve been following them the length of our respective careers. They’ve criss-crossed and intertwined here and there, yet despite our separate routes, we’ve always been headed for the same destination. In the days and weeks leading up to One, though, we found one another out there in that deep, dark abyss. And at One...those separate paths we’d been traveling became one.
The crowd cheers as Dune nods subtly, and Wade continues after a few seconds.
Wade Moor: You say I’m someone you can trust, someone you can rely on. Well...I see the same in you. And tonight, when we step in that ring against Singh and Warwick, make no mistake about it...you can count on me to have your back.
Wade sticks out his hand for Dune, who shakes it - a solid, single pump shake.
Zach Davis: Well there you have it, folks. Anyone who was concerned about any existing tension between Wade Moor and Dune can throw that notion out the window!
Wade Moor: And listen, Dune...if I know myself, and if I know anything about you, I know that the punishment we doled out to each other at One is gonna pale in comparison to what we’re about to do to Singh and Sidney tonight.
Dune: That’s saying a lot...but yeah, you’re goddamn right. We threw down harder than anyone else for the biggest show of the year, and it showed, seeing as we had the most hard hitting and competitive match of the night.
Wade Moor: Poor Stephen...poor Sid...if only they knew what was -
But his voice is cut off as "Land of Confusion" by Genesis hits over the PA, and the crowd pops as Teo Del Sol and Kyle Kemp make their way onto the stage, each with a mic in hand.
Zach Davis: OH MY! We’ve got the Omega Champ and the Tag Team Champs out here now! Looks like business is about to pick up!
Teo wears the Omega Title around his waist, and both he and Kemp have their respective Tag Titles draped over their shoulders. Teo holds the mic up to his mouth, and the crowd quiets down as he speaks.
Teo Del Sol: Excuse me, Kyle...maybe I’m mistaken, but I could’ve sworn I heard these two basically say they stole the show at One. Did I hear wrong?
Kyle Kemp: No, Teo. You heard right. I guess they were too preoccupied to bear witness to what was obviously the most competitive, compelling match that night...that being ours.
Both Dune and Wade Moor stand facing the stage, side by side as Wade speaks.
Wade Moor: Well if it isn’t the Tag Team Champions. How kind of you to grace us with your presence.
Teo Del Sol: The Tag Champs and the Omega Champ, mind you. And if it isn’t the...guys with zero belts to their names right now.
Dune: Right now, yeah. Those straps on your shoulders look awfully tantalizing though.
Kyle Kemp: What’s that supposed to mean? Is that a threat? You think that just because you two are momentarily on the same page that you can issue a challenge to the Champs, the best tag team in the WCF?
Dune: I haven’t issued a challenge...not yet. Fortunately for you and your partner, Wade and I are only paired up for tonight’s main event. Otherwise -
Wade Moor: Hold up, Dune. Allow me. You see, Dune here hasn’t issued a challenge yet...but that’s exactly what I’m doing right now. Next week. Right here in this ring. Put your Titles on the line against me and Dune, and we’ll see just who the best team in the WCF is.
Teo Del Sol: Whoa whoa whoa...you’re actually gonna challenge the Champs? You haven’t done a single thing to prove yourselves worthy of stepping in the ring with us. And honestly, I’m not sure you’re capable of proving it.
Dune: Ah come on. You know what, forget about next week. Let’s do this tonight. Right here, right now.
Kyle Kemp: Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, sorry but no. We’ve got bigger fish to fry tonight. We probably won’t be available next week either, what with both of us set to advance in the tournament. Not that it matters. The two of you will probably be at each other’s throats again by the end of the night, and frankly Teo and I have better teams - worthy teams - to offer up a shot at our Titles to. After all, everyone here knows I’m better than the two of you. And when it comes down to it, we’re BOTH better than the two of you.
Teo Del Sol: Well said. Tell you what, you guys prove that you can work together in the ring, then maybe we’ll give you a shot at OUR Titles. Until then...you’ve got some work to do. Come on Kyle, I think they got the message.
Wade Moor: Loud and clear.
Kemp and Del Sol raise their Tag Titles and stare down at Dune and Moor, who meet their gaze, and the crowd lets out a chorus of disappointed boos as Kemp and Del Sol exit to "Land of Confusion" by Genesis.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Some heated back and forth there! Looks like we could be seeing a lot more of these two teams.
Zach Davis: Right you are. But Teo makes a good point, Freddy. Wade Moor and Dune have yet to prove they’re capable of working together, though it seems they’ve taken a step in the right direction. Stay tuned for the main event, no doubt it’s going to go a long way in showing whether or not they can work as a team!
Dune and Moor exit the ring, and they walk side by side up the ramp before disappearing behind the curtain.
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:31:09 GMT -5
LUKE FORCE VS LEON HAYZE
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at 256 lbs., Leon "Purple" Hayze!
When Purple Haze starts playing over the PA, the lights dim dramatically low—nearly to total darkness—as smoke slowly starts building up on the stage and near ringside, and the ‘tron comes to life with Leon’s video package. At 34 seconds, when Jimmi starts in with his lyrics, an explosion happens at the pyro and as soon as Leon “Purple” Hayze first is revealed from the smoke, 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, waiting for his opponent with a big grin on his face, randomly pointing to different fans until the match starts, whether he is out first or last.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Virginia Beach, Virginia, weighing in at 255 lbs., Luke "The Irresistable" Force!
The lights in the arena go out, a mock 7-11 logo that says “kickin ass 24-7” appears on the jumbo screen. A singular green tinted spotlight shines to Luke “The Irresistible” Force standing on the entrance ramp as smoke surrounds him. “Irresistible Force” by The Too Skinnee J’s begins to play. As the beat kicks into high gear, pyro explodes as Luke busts through the smoke and down the ramp. The spotlight follows Luke to ringside where Luke pauses and surveys the scene. He hops to the apron, with his back to the ropes and facing the crowd, Luke raises his arms in concert with the pyro. Luke enters the ring with the arena stilled blacked out except for the spotlight on Luke. He climbs to the second rope and raises his arms again and the house lights flash on as the ring pyro explodes. As Luke stretches his massive arms out and extends his chest as if he were going to beat on it, we see him in on his glory against the house lights. The house lights go out, and Luke heads to the middle of the ring still in the spotlight.
DING! DING! DING!
The two competitors meet in the middle of the ring. Hayze extends his hand for a handshake, only to have it batted away by Force, who is in no mood for shenanigans after his loss to William the Behemoth at One. Hayze, also looking to bounce back after losing the Alpha Championship, throws up his hands and circles around the ring with Force. The two lock up and Force draws Hayze into a side headlock. Force keeps the torque on Hayze, who responds by bouncing Force off of the ropes. It would appear that the clichéd shoulder block counter is in Hayze’s future, but Hayze manages to drop down to the canvas and prepare to cinch in the Stone Free. Force immediately makes a rush for the ropes and grabs them, avoiding the early submission attempt for the time being. Force gets back to his feet and Hayze quickly utilizes a dragon screw leg whip, followed by a jackknife pin for a two count.
Hayze pulls the stunned Force up to his feet and throws a pair of knife edge chops. Hayze goes to whip Force off of the ropes, but Force reverses the whip. Hayze rolls over Force when he expects a back body drop and bounces off the ropes, only to be met with a high back elbow smash to the face. Force begins to put the boots to Hayze, targeting the midsection and the legs, which would either remove Hayze’s aerial game or set him up for the Lukedown. Regardless of Force’s strategy, there is no doubt that he is in control of the match now as the fans chant Hayze’s name. Force pays them no heed as he throws Hayze into the corner and hits a big chop that echoes throughout the Barclays Center. Hayze is whipped into the opposite corner, but he counters a charging Force with a boot. Hayze ascends the ropes, but he is met with a dropkick. Force makes a pinfall attempt, but gets two.
Force gets Hayze to a vertical base and hits a Russian leg sweep before rolling backwards and cinching in a chinlock. Force briefly releases the hold and begins performing pushups, with both of his hands “conveniently” on Hayze’s throat for added injury. The referee admonishes Force on his actions, and Force responds by rolling his eyes and cinching the chinlock in once more. Hayze rallies the crowd behind him and he begins to return to his feet, only for Force to spin him into a DDT for a two count. Force, feeling he has the match in the bag, goes over to the corner and sets up for the Foot of Force. He goes for the superkick, only for Hayze to duck under and bring Force up, quickly dropping him down to the mat with a powerbomb that produces a two count. Both men are down in the ring as the unnamed referee begins a ten count. Force makes it back to his feet first, followed by Hayze, who throws a series of chops and kicks towards Force. Hayze then has his Irish whip reversed, but he quickly springs onto the ropes and lands a springboard crossbody for a two count.
Hayze swings around on his knee and charges at Force, dropkicking him into the corner. Force counters a charge with a back elbow and begins his ascent up the ropes. Hayze, however, is quick to cut him off with a forearm smash to the back, followed by Force being dropped into the tree of woe. The crowd cheers as Hayze hits the Shatter OG with a resounding effect, and he pulls Force off the ropes and into a school boy roll up. Force kicks out at two as Hayze can’t believe it. Nevertheless, he positions Force on the mat and ascends the ropes, looking for the Hayzed and Confused. However, Force pops up and crotches Hayze on the ropes before going up the top rope and hooking Hayze for a superplex.
The crowd looks on as Hayze struggles to avoid the move. Force batters him with shots to the ribcage and tries for the superplex once more. However, Hayze manages to squirm free and perform a sunset flip, powerbombing Force to the canvas. Hayze then climbs the ropes once more and successfully nails the Hayzed and Confused, landing on Force for the 1-2-3.
DING! DING! DING!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Leon “Purple” Hayze!
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:32:20 GMT -5
THE RISEN VS MIKEY EXTREME
"Self Destruct" by This Cold Life enters the arena and Kyle Madden and RH Marius make their way from the back with their backs turned to the crowd. They are soon joined by Theresa McShane, she is carrying the WCF Hardcore title. She looks on with a smile on her face and her arms folded. Madden and Marius soon turn around and looks on at the reaction they are receiving with hands on hips. They soon drops to one knee, and at the :16 mark of the song, they each throw their head up and spreads his arms apart, making gun gestures with his hands. McShane stands behind them, making the same gun gestures pointed forward. Madden soon springs up to his feet and goes down the ramp with McShane. Marius does the same and they tag hands with the fans they pass by. Marius enters the ring and hops onto the turnbuckles, Madden follows. spreading his arms apart with the same gun gestures as before. They both hop down onto the ring and removes their vests, which are received by McShane, before they shadowbox in the corner.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, at a combined weight of 463 pounds. They hail from the great white north of Canada and are accompanied to the ring by Theresa McShane. They are the WCF Hardcore Champion! This is Risen!
The crowd gives a warm welcome to Risen as they enter the arena. The cheers get louder and louder as it is clear who tonight’s fan favorite will be. They are also chanting “Con-grat-u-lat-ions stomp..stomp.. stompstompstomp”
ZD!: How sweet this is the Brooklyn crowd is congratulating Madden and Mcshane on their pending nuptials.
The lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head titled back as he looks to the ceiling. Vidalia and Freakshow flank him as they make their way ringside.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring being accompanied by Vidalia and Freakshow, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 225 lbs, Mikey eXtreme!
Mikey ignores the fans trying to reach out to touch him. He throws the kendo stick into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, crawling to the corner where he sits laughing and rocking back and forth. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Mikey's opponents as Vidalia whispers some kind of plan into Mikey's ear.
ZD!: eXtreme grew up in Brooklyn, this crowd seems to hate him, you would think a lot of people would know him.
FW! Yeah Zack, I think they do know, hence the hate. Damn. For a World’s Title Tournament match, there a ton of people in that ring.
ZD!: We have a little bit of a strange scenario here tonight. Kyle Madden and RH Marius are co-Hardcore champions. The regulations governing a Number One Contender Tournament state the Hardcore champion be given a seeding. They were booked into the tournament as the Hardcore Champion, so they get to compete as the Hardcore champion!
FW!: Seems fair for everyone else. I mean these guys just shattered Ethan King’s leg, probably ending his in ring career, and the reward is a spot in the tourney.
ZD!: I sense your sarcasm partner, but maybe it isn’t so unfair tonight, eXtreme has Vidalia and Freakshow at ringside and Risen has Theresa McShane. Oh wait a minute, maybe I spoke to soon, it looks like Kyle Steel has an announcement.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, WCF head of officials Stanley Moser has just informed me that Vidalia, Freakshow, and Theresa McShane have all been banned from ringside.
The place explodes with reactions. eXtreme can’t believe and is explaining to the Moser that the Risen has 2 guys and he is only one. Risen is also livid and explain to Moser that they need McShane there because there is 2 of them and there is only one eXtreme.
FW!: Both of their logic is flawed and the argument isn’t working on Moser as he sticks to his guns and demands the non-participants away from ringside.
ZD!: eXtreme is extremely pissed off and he remains in the ring as he orders Vidalia and Freakshow to comply with Moser’s request.
FW!: As eXtreme’s family makes their way up the ramp, Risen is huddled on the outside with Theresa McShane as she is giving what appears to be some last minute advice. What is eXtreme doing!
ZD!: eXtreme with a la plancha dive over the top rope! McShane is able to skirt away and begin heading up the ramp before eXtreme connects!
And did he ever connect. Upon impact he plows a knee into Marius’s skull and forearm into Madden as well. That coupled with the impact of the eXtreme flying into them and the both crash against the steel barrier! Madden is first to his feet and he has suffered about a 3 inch gash from the impact of hitting the barrier. A brutal X Marks the Spot super kick by eXtreme puts Madden back down so he picks up Marius and tosses him in the ring. Marius rolls to the middle of the ring and Mikey ascends the top turnbuckle. He glances at Madden to ensure he is still down and lands a high frog splash on Marius.
ZD!: Wow! The height he got on that frogsplash was amazing! Here is with a cover and Moser with a count.
TWO..kickout by Marius, who is now seated but still obviously dazed.
FW!: Marius is trying to shake some cobwebs out, but he better be quick, here come Mikey with dropkick to Marius’s head putting right back on the mat.
ZD!: Mikey again gives a little check to make sure Madden is still down, he is. He gives a full body stomp to the grounded Marius. Mikey is doing a great job of checking on Madden, but that cant be easy. Every second he spends focused on Madden is second he can’t spend focusing on Marius.
FW!: Great point Zack. You know what else? Every second that he spends focused on Marius is a second that he can’t spend focusing on Madden.
ZD!: You’re an idiot.
FW!: Thank you.
eXtreme picks up Marius only to drop him with a DDT, he picks him up and drops him for another. He checks on Madden who has made his way to the apron. eXtreme now tosses Marius through the middle rope and grabs Madded by his bloodied head and tosses him in the ring. Mikey quickly pounces on Madden with a barrage of leg drops. He starts with one from a standing position. He then hits one from the second and finally one from the top turnbuckle.
FW!: In all my years I don’t think I have ever seen someone with the skillset of Mikey eXtreme. His is as strong as an ox but a nimble as a butterfly. It’s not everyday that guys who stands 6fee 4 inches tall is jumping fifteen to twenty feet in the air. The guy is special.
ZD!: No doubt Freddy, a special talent. I guess he likes the way these legdrops are working because is positioning himself on the top rope to land another.
As eXtreme leaps off the rope, Marius is able to barely get a piece of Mikey’s foot. Although it doesn’t prevent Mikey from jumping is causes for an awkward landing. He was trying to land a legdrop and instead lands a headbutt to Madden. Madden rolls to the floor and Mike is stunned in the middle of the ring. Mikey is now covered in blood but it appears to be contact blood from when he headbutted Madden.
ZD!: Marius is on the top rope and he lands a flying elbow from there. I don’t think that is something that Marius would normally do, but I think he sensed that his team needed something, so he delivered.
FW!: That elbow drop landed right on eXtreme’s ribs and that cannot feel good. 240 pounds from 15 feet in the air. Look, I’m no Einstein, but I think that is the formula for pain.
ZD!: If it is, than this move must be the formula for hurt. Look at the inverted DDT. I would want no part of that. Marius is a little slowed by the pace of the match, but he continues his assault on Mikey with some heads stomps and a forearm smash. He peels eXtreme off the mat and gives him a vicious clothesline that flattens him back to the mat.
Marius leaves eXtreme on the mat to retrieve Madden from the outside. He gently assists him into the ring where is gets to his feet and rubs his temples to regain his composure. Marius joins Madden in the ring and they stand over the fallen eXtreme. Marius waits on Madden to get fully recover, they make eye contact and give each other a nod.
ZD!: this is the first time that Mikey has had to face Madden and Marius at the same time. Marius and Madden are one of the top tag teams in WCF, what chance does eXtreme have?
FW!: His chances may be extremely small but he is making the most out it! Just as Risen was about to start putting the boots to Mikey, he starts delivering gut shots to Risen, one after the other.
ZD!: He’s got Madden and Marius both bent over. Mikey rises and he has each man in position for a DDT!
Mikey delivers a double DDT to Risen and he quickly gets to his and delivers each a knee to the back of the head. Moving at a breakneck pace Mikey delivers elbows and forearm smashes to both Marius and Madden. Mikey slips up to the top turnbuckle and perches. Madden and Marius both stand up only to be met with a missile drop kick. Each of them takes a separate boot to the head. Sending them in opposite directions through the ropes and onto the floor.
FW!: He may want to, but Mikey does not have time to rest, he needs to keep the onslaught going.
ZD!: I think you’re right Freddy, but I’m not sure Mikey has the energy, he’s been facing these two guys for 15 minutes now.
FW!: And only one side will advance to the next round of the tournament. Looks like Mikey hasfound some energy, he’s running against the ropes to land a suicide dive to Madden.
ZD!: Not so fast Freddy, Marius hooked Mikey’s foot and eXtreme is down. Look at Risen attack like hyenas. They are stomping eXtreme like a pack of wild dogs. One of those boots connected properly with Mikey’s head and he has a gash about the same size as Madden’s. This is becoming a real bloodbath. Madden motions for Marius to break him.
FW!: That’s the Stronghand! That’s Marius’ Revolver his spinning backfist Standing thrust spinebuster! Now Madden say lift him up and Marius obliges.
ZD!: Ouch, that was Madden’s Clip Reload, his version of a rainmaker lariat. Madden covers and Moser counts
THRE..kickout! Wait what, how did he do that Freddy?
FW!: Don’t ask me and don’t ask Risen either, because it looks like they don’t know. They are perplexed. Madden turns to Stanley Moser, who quickly explains that he doesn’t want to hear it and tells Madden to get back to wrestling.
ZD!: Not good for Mikey. Marius has Mikey set up for the Revolver spinning backfist! eXtreme is staggered but standing and now Madden lands his New Gun running single leg dropkick. Marius with a cover and strong hook of the leg.
FW!: Madden hops on top of Marius for added leverage and Moser begins the count.
The lights at the Barclays Center go out and the entire arena is left in darkness.
FW!: What the hell is going on? Seth leaves and we stop paying the power bill?
ZD!: What is going on the ring? I don’t hear Moser counting. Do you hear that? It sounds like Risen is beating the crap out of eXtreme again
(the arena lights flash quickly like a strobe effect)
FW!: Zack did you see that?
ZD!: I think I did, someone else is in the ring!
The lights of the Barclays center come back on.
FW!: What the..? Hey look through the crowd.
ZD!: How on earth is Mikey eXtreme covering both Marius and Madden. It must have something to do with the gash on Marius head. Moser looks shocked too, but he makes the count
FW!: That does it, Mike eXtrem gets the win, but that man in the green robe leaving quickly through the crowd has something to do with that.
ZD!: Let’s get a camera crew out there and try to find out who he is. Mikey eXtreme advances to the next round of the number one contender tournament with the help of his guardian angel.
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:33:16 GMT -5
TEO DEL SOL VS BONNIE BLUE
The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat tears throughout the arena, signalling 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. "Land of Confusion" by Genesis echoing throughout the arena.
With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Teo del Sol springs onto 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.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a first round match in the #1 Contender For The WCF World Title Tournament! Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 188 pounds...TEO DEL SOL!
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 opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...
The slow beat of Rihanna's "Same Ol' Mistakes" rolls through the arena as blue and white spotlights, synchronized to the music, flare on and off against a darkened stage. Bonnie Blue appears, peering at the audience over the rims of a pair of teal shutter shades. A mixture of boos and cheers pours forth from all directions as she surveys her domain, a defiant smirk on pink-glossed lips.
I can just hear them now / "How could you let us down?"
They don't know what I felt / Or see it from this way round
Sliding the shades back up, Bonnie makes her way along the aisle with a confident swagger, posing for a few selfies with fans as she reaches ringside.
Feeling it overtake / All that I used to hate
Wonder what if we trade / I tried but it's way too late
Kyle Steel: From Unknow, weighing in at 132 pounds...BONNIE BLUE!
Bonnie's steady pace takes her midway around the ring. Without hesitation, she leaps up onto the ring apron and kneels to strike a cocky pose, leaning against the middle rope. She gazes out across the audience for a moment before slipping through the ropes.
All the slides I don't read / Two sides of me can't agree
When I breathe in too deep / Going with what I always longed for...
Haughtily, she saunters to her corner, where she hands off her effects to the official.
DING! DING! DING!
Zach Davis: And this first round match in the #1 Contender For The WCF World Title Tournament is underway!
Freddy Whoa: That's entirely too much to say all night. Let's just call it "this tournament match". People know what tourney we mean, they're not dumb.
Zach Davis: True. Besides, who pays much attention to us anyway. We could sit here all night and have a discussion about Alf and like 4 people would notice.
Del Sol and Blue both out to the center of the ring and it appears as though Teo is being a gentlemen and offering his hand in sportsmanship. Bonnie with her hand out but then she pulls it back and hits Teo with a kick to the gut. Bonnie whipping Teo into the ropes and then connects with a back elbow to the face.
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie looking good early here!
Zach Davis: Be a professional Zach! That's a competitor in the ring!
Freddy Whoa: I was talking about the action you dummy!
Teo quick to get back up on his feet but Bonnie won't stay back from him for long. Bonnie from behind, trying to lock in a chickenwing.
Zach Davis: She's going for the Timelock!
But Teo not having any of that as he wiggles free. Teo pushes Bonnie back and then snaps off a roundhouse kick...but Bonnie ducks it! Teo connects with the referee's face and he falls over.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Ref down! Ref down!
Teo looks at the referee, obvious that he didn't try that. Bonnie looks at the referee as well...but then she spins Teo around! Bonnie with a blast of the blue mist and Teo is blinded.
Zach Davis: What the hell?!
Teo can't see a thing and is defenseless as Bonnie brings him in and takes him to the mat with the Weeping Angel. Bonnie now dragging the referee over before hooking the leg as the loopy referee makes the count.
Freddy Whoa: And Bonnie Blue gets the win and advances to the next round, but does so with some devious methods.
Bonnie rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp celebrating as Teo is still trying to wipe the mist out of his eyes in the ring. Slam goes to commercial.
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:34:01 GMT -5
KYLE KEMP VS JACK SMITH
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen the following is a Quarterfinal match in the tournament to determine the Number One Contender to the World Title!
“Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns n’ Roses begins to blare over the arena and Jack Smith comes out with a sly smile on his face. He stands at the top of the ramp with Alina Murphy behind him as he plays air guitar for a second before stopping and rubbing the Alpha Title around his waist. He winks into the camera and starts to saunter down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Being accompanied by Alina Murphy, he is from Irvine, Scotland and weighs in at 205 pounds. He is your Alpha Champion….Jack Smith!
“Better Than You” by Sam Adams now begins to play and the majority of the fans cheer as Kyle Kemp walks out onto the ramp. He smiles and waves at the crowd as he walks down to the ring, pointing at Smith and talking a little trash as he gets closer.
Kyle Steel: Coming to you from Chicago, Illinois! He weighs in at 208 pounds and is one half of the Tag Team Champions….Kyle Kemp!
Zach Davis: This is going to be an interesting matchup! Both of these men have been in the ring as opponents before and Kemp easily came out on top.
Freddy Whoa: That was in a tag team match though and Smith has greatly improved since then.
Both men start to circle each other as the bell rings, wary of each other. Kemp fakes forward and Smith lunges to stop him. Kemp uses the fake out to slide behind Smith and go for a German Suplex. However Smith is able to slide out and get behind Kemp, punching him in the back of the head. Kemp takes a couple steps forward, holding his head with one hand as he turns around. Smith is bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, smiling at Kemp.
Zach Davis: Not so fast says Smith!
Kemp smiles back at Smith and says ok to him. Both men begin to circle each other again. This time Smith shoots forward for a take down and Kemp pushes him away. As Smith is straightening up, Kemp slaps him across the face. The crowd oohs as Smith takes a step back and this time Kemp is smiling and bouncing up and down on his feet. Instead of smiling back at Kemp like Kemp did to him, Smith charges forward and pushes Kemp into the turnbuckle. Smith begins to shoulder block Kemp repeatedly in the abdomen before stopping after four times. Kemp slumps down in the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: That’s what you get when you disrespect the Alpha Champion!
Smith pulls Kemp out from the turnbuckle and whips Kemp off the ropes. Kemp dodges a punch on the rebound but when Kemp goes to rebound off the other side, he turns into a knee into the stomach. Kemp flips over the knee and lands on his back, gasping for air. Smith begins to kick Kemp in the chest a few times and then runs and whips himself off the ropes, landing a splash on the rebound. He goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: Kemp just barely kicks out! He is really reeling from all of those body blows.
Smith looks back at the ref, saying that it was three. He then refocuses on Kemp. He pulls him up but Kemp pushes him off of him and then hits Smith with a chop to the chest. Smith backs up as he is hit with another chop. Kemp then runs off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but is hit with a discus elbow on the rebound. Kemp crashes to the ground, holding his head. Smith goes for another pin.
Smith quickly pulls Kemp up and goes for a belly to belly suplex. Kemp crashes to the mat. Smith goes for another pin.
Kemp is holding his stomach once again. He is in pain and Smith stands up, smiling. He begins to pander to the crowd, pointing to different fans and telling them that they were all wrong about him. What he doesn’t realize is that he has allowed Kemp plenty of time to get back up. Kemp comes up behind him and hits a German Suplex. Kemp holds onto the grip and picks Smith up and hits another one. He lets go this time and both men stay down. Kemp is using the time to recover.
Zach Davis: Nice little rebound for Kemp there.
Freddy Whoa: He needs to get things together or he is going to lose his shot at becoming number one contender!
Both men get up at the same time and Smith goes for a punch but Kemp slides behind him and rolls him up.
Zach Davis: He just barely kicked out there!
Kemp quickly gets to his feet before Smith and whips him into the ropes. Kemp is waiting for Smith on the rebound but Smith jumps at him on the rebound, looking to hit him with a crossbody. Kemp is wise to it though and drops down, letting Smith’s body soar over him. Kemp turns as Smith has scrambled to his feet and is dashing back at him. Kemp is ready and hits him with a scoop slam.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp was a step ahead there!
Zach Davis: His experience seems to be taking over here! And he’s going for the pin!
Kemp sits up and looks at the ref. It’s his turn to complain that it was a three count. Unfortunately for Kemp, this was a moment that Smith was waiting for. He reaches for the sitting Kemp and pulls his back towards his chest, going for a rear naked choke! Kemp struggles but Smith locks it in! Kemp’s eyes bulge and he knows he only has a few seconds to get to the ropes or get Smith off of him.
Zach Davis: This could be it right here!
Luckily for Kemp he is 6’4 and he is able to get his right foot just under the ropes. The referee begins to count to get Smith off of Kemp. Smith waits to the count of 4 and then lets go. Kemp is struggling to breathe on the ground and Smith knows he has Kemp where he wants him. He quickly grabs Kemp’s legs and tries to roll him over into the Boston Crab. Kemp is able to kick Smith in the face and he backs up. Kemp gets to his feet and backs into the ropes.
Zach Davis: Kemp is reeling here!
Smith charges at Kemp but Kemp is ready and hits him with the Stun Gun.
Zach Davis: Stun Gun! Stun Gun!
Freddy Whoa: You know what that means!
Zach Davis: Back to the Minors!
Kemp goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: One small mistake costs Smith!
Freddy Whoa: He had Kemp tonight but Kemp showed some veteran prowess there!
Alina pulls Smith out of the ring and Kemp is celebrating with the referee as we go to commercial!
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:35:01 GMT -5
Voice- Who's ready to get sick?
"Notorious" by Adelitas Way starts playing as the lights fade down to just one single white light at the entrance and smoke filtering threw it. Out steps Adam Young.
Fans- You sick bastard!
Adam smiles as the music kicks in and several white lights start flying around the arena. A single spot light is right on every move of Adam as he heads towards the ring.
Fans- You sick bastard!
Adam circles the ring twice and then climbs up on the apron where he wipes his feet before stepping inside the squared circle. Adam walks to the middle of the ring and the fans start throwing streamers towards him.
Adam- WCF is mirrored in change right now. Seth has vanished and John Rabid is running the show. Seems like WCF needs a Villain to shake shit up, here I am bitches stop me.
The lights go out and pop back on and Adam is gone.
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:35:36 GMT -5
ODIN BALFORE VS WILLIAM THE BEHEMOTH
The camera pans back to the arena and the lights dimmer as a spotlight is pointed towards the entrance ramp. The Republic of Irelands National anthem plays and William walks over to the spotlight. After listening to what he believes is the UK's national anthem he walks down to the ring.
Zach Davis: The Behemoth is here and he looks in rare form tonight!
Freddy Whoa: He’d better hope he is! He’s going up against The Nordic Tank, The Alldaddy, Odin Balfore!!!
“ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.
Zach Davis: Senior referee Stanley Moser officiating the entire tournament.
Freddy Whoa: Puttin’ in work, double - triple - OVUHTIME!!!
Moser calls for the bell and the match is underway.
DING! DING! DING!
Behemoth looks around like his momma just rang for dinner as Odin barrels into him with a clothesline, enough to take any ordinary man out of his damn boots...but William doesn’t budge.
Zach Davis: Looks like Balfore is getting a little crash course in Behemoth tonight!
William lifts his chunky leg into Odins midsection, doubling him over, before lifting him clean off the ground and dropping him to the mat with a power Slam.
Freddy Whoa: Man or God, you know he felt that.
Behemoth stays over Odin for the cover.
Odin lifts William clean in the air to power out of the pin.
Zach Davis: Allfather feeling his oats now.
Odin gets to his feet as Behemoth scrambles, but a boot to the head drops William back down to the ground, where Odin mounts him for the POONGUINEA TEN PIECE, rocketing his fist into Williams head, ten times...and once for good measure. He stands a roars to the crowd, causing a raucous! He bounds off the ropes and comes back with a leg drop to put Behemoth in his place, then hooks the leg for the three count!
Zach Davis: Shoulder up from Behemoth and this match continues!
Freddy Whoa: Both men are extremely resilient but extremely powerful.
Zach Davis: Odin has twenty years experience in the squared circle, that may get him the one up and OH MY GOD WHAT A PUNCH SQUARE TO THE JAW OF BEHEMOTH!
Odin has William lifted to his feet and belts him in the face with a hammy fist that sends the monster reeling towards the ropes...but Behemoth comes back with a shoulder charge to take Balfore to the mat, then bounces off the ropes for a little senton splash, tryna rack up an attempted murder charge in NYC!
Zach Davis: Crushing force to the ribs of Odin!
Freddy Whoa: Looks like he took the air out the man!
Odin barrels forward, holding his ribs, but William doesn’t give him the chance to breath as he wraps his massive arm around the throat of Odin and drops to the mat, trying to drive the rest of the air out of The Allfather!
Zach Davis: Odins eyes look glossy! He needs to figure out something and quick!
Odin struggles against the night of Behemoth, trying his best to unwrap the anaconda like vise from around his neck!
Freddy Whoa: He looks like he’s fading!
Moser starts to lift Odins arm up, classic spot.
Zach Davis: This could be it!
But Odin keeps his arm in the air, wrapping underneath Behemoths wrist. He forces as hard as he can and finally loosens Williams grip. He grabs him around the fingers, bending his hand backwards and forcing him to his feet! Odin winds up a crushing punch and unloads on Behemoths midsection, but doesn’t stop there. Punch after punch he lands on the big man, William staggering in his size 16E’s! Odin backs up and drives a big boot into the face of Behemoth, dropping him to the mat, covering him for the pinfall.
Zach Davis: William gets the shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: He survives the onslaught from Balfore, but for how much longer?!
Odin stands Behemoth to his feet and tosses him into the turnbuckle, steps up on the ropes, and drives elbow after elbow into Behemoths face!...but Behemoth stops Odin and lifts him clean in the air, dropping him to the mat with a reverse electric chair drop that reverberates throughout the entire arena! He lifts Odin back to his feet and drops him with a pump handle slam directly into the turnbuckle! Odin buckles to the floor where Behemoth sees his spot, climbing to the second rope!
Zach Davis: He’s looking for it, FALLING KINGDOM!
It connects and Behemoth huskily rolls over for a pinfall!
Zach Davis: NO HOW DID ODIN KICK OUT MY GAWDFATHER!!!
Odin survives the debilitating leg drop, but barely. He rolls away as Behemoth uses the ropes to stand to his feet! He charges Odin with a bruising lariat, but Odin ducks the clothesline And Behemoth whips around lifts Behemoth into the air.
Zach Davis: LAWMAKER! HE FLOORS BEHEMOTH WITH THAT DEVESTATING POWERSLAM!
Freddy Whoa: Odin with the cover!
Zach Davis: William gets the shoulder up again and this shocking match continues!
Freddy Whoa: Both Of these men are trying everything they can to put the other away! Either way this goes, whoever’s left in the tournament has their hands full with them!
Odin lifts Behemoth to his feet, taking him to the ropes. He wraps him up underneath the top rope and delivers clubbing blows to the throat and chest of William! William bounds to the mat as Odin steps over the top rope, using Behemoths arm to drag him dangling over the apron! Odin steps towards the turnbuckle and drives forward with a leg drop...but Behemoth moves outta the way at the last second, sending Odin toppling to the floor, clutching his leg!
Zach Davis: We might have an injury on our hands!
Freddy Whoa: Medical personal going to check on Odin, but he isn’t having it.
Odin shoves then away as William looks to take advantage of the momentary distraction by bouncing off the ropes and barreling through the top and second rope!...but he gets caught up in the ropes and Odin seizes the moment by deliver a haymaker to the head of the caught Behemoth, sending him back into the ring from whence he came!
Zach Davis: Odin going back into the ring....no wait, he’s moving towards the turnbuckle!
Freddy Whoa: DEAR GOD ODIN DONT DO IT, THINK ABOUTCHA CHILDREN, THINK ABOUTCHA POON TRAPS!!! ITSNOTWORTHITDAMNIT!!!
Odin goes up high and comes down hard on a staggering Behemoth with a lariat...but William catches him in mid air and drives him down hard on his knee, sending the Allfather to fuckin’ pain city! Odin rolls away, clutching his side as William gets him cornered in the turnbuckle. Odin, attempting to pull himself to his feet, almost gets flattened by the charging Behemoth, but barely moves at the last second, sending William rocketing into the bare turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: ODIN TO HIS FEET!
Freddy Whoa: WHOAMYGAWD ODIN SHRUGGED!
Odin has William on his shoulders, but he holds on to the ropes, then drives his elbow into Odins head! He drops back down to his feet and grabs Odin by the throat!
Zach Davis: CHOKESLAM!!!
But Odin kicks William in the gut, then wraps his hand around Behemoths throat!
Zach Davis: RAGNAROK!!!...
But Behemoth stays grounded, refusing to allow Odin to lift him off the ground! Behemoth with a headbutt but Odin responds with one of his own. Odin now off the ropes and he hits a big boot between the eyes.
Freddy Whoa: William still on his feet! How in the mother of god is he not down!?
Odin with a roar that shakes the souls of everyone in the crowd before he grabs William by the throat.
Zach Davis: No way in he-
Odin with Ragnarok! The crowd loses it as Odin goes for the pin.
The bell sounds as Odin gets to his feet, arms raised.
Zach Davis: With one of the most impressive shows of power I've seen in years, Odin Balfore hits Ragnarok on a literal mountain of a man in William The Behemoth.
Freddy Whoa: If Odin wasn't the favorite in this tournament before tonight, he must be now.
Post by WCF Booking Committee on Jan 22, 2018 20:36:20 GMT -5
DUNE/WADE MOOR VS SIDNEY J. WARWICK/STEVEN SINGH
Zach Davis: And it's MAAAAAAAAIN EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVENT TIIIIIIIIIIIIME!
Freddy Whoa: Really? Just right in my ear like that?
Zach Davis: Absolutely! Because it's M-
Freddy Whoa: Do it again and I'ma slap you out your cheap ass shoes.
The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back - and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 255 lbs….WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides his guitar in, and then slides in himself, slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He removes his straw hat and hands his effects to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. He starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits the start of the match.
The lights fade as David Lynch's "The Pink Room" hits in the darkness. Golden spotlights scan the audience, and smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights that glow just beyond the curtain. An explosion sets off two pillars of fire on the stage, and Dune emerges in their wake. He stands atop the ramp and takes in the scene, acknowledging the WCF Faithful before he turns toward the ring. His cold eyes remain fixed on it as he strides down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUNE!
The ring glows amidst the darkness as he slides in and shoots to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, looking out at the crowd and testing the ropes before he finds his corner. He continues to loosen up as the lights come back on.
The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." as the VeryBigTron 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.
Kyle Steel: And introducing at this time...The Excellence of Elocution....The Shakespeare of Shoot...The Sure Thing....
As the gold fountains shrink back into the stage, The Superstar begins making his way down the ramp, snarling and angrily jawing with fans on the way. He finally gets to the ring stairs and stomps up them noisily, angrily before wiping his feet on the apron and stepping through the ropes.
Kyle Steel: THE SUPERSTAR STEPHEN SINGH!
"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.
Kyle Steel: And from Poughkeepsie, New York, weighing in at 26 pounds, he is the current WCF World Champion....SIDNEY J. WARWICK!
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.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell sounds as Dune steps out onto the apron, letting Wade start the match for their team. On the other side of the ring it's more complicated as Warwick and Singh seem to be arguing over who should start. The thing is...neither of them want to start! The referee is trying to get one of them to step out but each time one starts to, the other drags him back in.
Zach Davis: We knew this team wasn't going to be able to work together. What was Rabid thinking when he made this match?
The referee finally able to get the two to break it up and Warwick uses that to get out to the apron. Singh not happy but he waves off Sidney and focuses back on Moor. They circle the ring twice and then Wade moves in for the tie up. But Singh steps back, turns around and slaps Warwick across the chest before stepping out onto the apron.
Freddy Whoa: And that's a tag! An aggressive tag, but a tag nonetheless.
Sidney on the apron still, giving Singh an earful as the referee acknowledges the tag. They're too busy bickering to notice Wade charging the corner and he delivers a forearm that knocks Warwick off the apron. Wade turns to Singh, but he drops off the apron and backs off. The referee starts his count but Sidney is quick to climb back up onto the apron and wave for the referee to keep Wade back so he may enter. Wade obliges but only briefly as he catches Sidney with a knee raise as he's bending to get through the ropes.
Zach Davis: Hey! That's no way to treat your World Champion!
Wade now dragging Sidney into the ring, hammering at his back with forearm shots as Singh gets back up on the apron. Moor looks to his corner at Dune, who wants into the match. Wade starts to drag Sidney that way when Warwick pulls free of Wade's grasp and hits a forearm strike. A quick thumb to the throat and Sidney goes for a surprise school boy pin.
Freddy Whoa: Not even a one count there but I think that was more about Sidney trying to get this match to a pace he likes.
Wade quickly back up to his feet and he starts for his corner but Warwick cuts him off as he's trying to slap on a sleeper hold. Wade fighting it off as he's trying to drag Warwick with him toward the corner. Dune finally able to get his fingertips on Wade's and that's enough for a tag. Sidney releases the hold as Dune gets in the ring and tries to run to his corner. Warwick reaches out for the tag but Singh pulls his hand back at the last second.
Zach Davis: What the hell?!
Singh acting like he's got a cramp in his shoulder as Warwick is livid. But Dune doesn't have time to let them sort out their team issues as he shoulder tackles Warwick from behind and drives him chest first into the turnbuckles. Dune now with shoulder thrusts into the small of the back as Singh seems to be better now. Warwick reaches out for the tag but Singh is late getting his hand up to meet him as Dune pulls Sidney to the center of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: We've never seen our World Champion getting beaten around like this since he won the belt.
Zach Davis: Well if he had a partner that gave a damn!
Dune throws Warwick toward the ropes where he Wade is waiting to hit him with a cheap shot to the face. The referee quick to deliver a warning as Dune takes Warwick to the mat with a clothesline. Wade now wanting back into the match and Dune is happy to make the tag. Wade into the ring as Singh is looking on, feigning concern. Wade pulls Sidney up to his feet and shoots him into the ropes. Wade looking to hit the Poseidon Punch...but Sidney ducks it! Warwick with a forearm to the face. And another! A third!
Zach Davis: The champion has come alive!
Warwick with a jumping knee strike from out of nowhere and Wade is stumbling. Dune with the quick tag as Wade nears the ropes and the referee sees it but it looks like Warwick missed it. Wade against the ropes and Sidney clotheslines him over the top. Warwick goes to follow him out when Dune cuts him off as he's climbing through. Dune pulling Sidney back into the ring and he's calling for Sandstorm.
Freddy Whoa: This is it!
But Warwick counters! Sidney able to take Dune to the mat and tries for a jackknife pin attempt.
Zach Davis: One and a half maybe after that surprise pin!
Sidney back up to his feet and he's calling for the Privelege Check! Wade coming back into the ring but he's cut off by Singh who's finally decided to get involved now that Warwick's done the work. Sidney hits the move and Dune is down. Warwick starts to go for the pin attempt-
Freddy Whoa: WHAT THE HELL?!
Singh from out of nowhere with a boot to the back of the head and Warwick rolls off of Dune. The crowd looks confused as Singh smiles at the downed World Champion.
Zach Davis: You just cost your team the match! Why are you smiling!?
Singh now looking to the ringside area and he quickly slides out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: He's heading our way and calling for a chair I believe-
Zach Davis: No...No that's not a chair he's calling for!
Singh rips his Final Destination briefcase away from Kyle Steel and looks back into the ring.
Zach Davis: Are you kidding me?!
Singh slides back into the ring as Sidney is trying to get up. A blast across the face with the case and he goes back down. The referee looks at Singh as he looks him in the eyes and hands him in the case. A nod of the head from Singh and the referee is forced to accept it.
Freddy Whoa: STEVEN SINGH IS CASHING IN! HE'S CASHING IN FINAL DESTINATION!
Singh pulls Sidney up and hits Thief In The Night. Hook of the leg.
Zach Davis: We have a new World Champion.
Freddy Whoa: We've just witnessed history tonight!
Singh rolls out of the ring and grabs the World Title from the ringside official and holds it above his head in victory as the crowd is in shock. Singh now walking backward up the ramp, basking in the moment as Warwick is still down in the ring. Dune stirring in the ring and he begins crawling toward Sidney. Dune with an arm over the chest.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute...THIS MATCH IS STILL GOING!
Singh on the stage, watching as his teammate is pinned to add insult to injury.
"The Pink Room" hits the speakers as Dune rolls off of Sidney. Wade back into the ring to help his teammate up as the crowd is still quiet from shock. Singh is on the stage holding the World Title up into the air.
Freddy Whoa: Dune and Wade Moor win the match tonight but the story is Steven Singh screwing over his partner in the match and then CASHING IN his Final Destination briefcase. We've never seen a surprise cash in since the case was brought to WCF...who would have thought we'd see it mid match!
And Warwick is slowly coming to in the ring and the referee is trying to explain what just happened. Sidney looks toward the stage and his face says it all as he sees Singh with his belt.
Zach Davis: This is insanity. Insanity!
Slam fades out with a shot of Singh and the World Title as Warwick's enraged face can be seen on the jumbotron behind him.
Jayson Price: Pretty sure Black set it that nobody new can join. Or at least they can attempt to, but they can't do anything unless it's approved. Which essentially cuts off any guests.
May 23, 2019 19:21:19 GMT -5
The Risen: Shit, I had no idea WCF shut down. I was only here for a few months, but it was a fun few months. Hope y'all are doing well.
Jun 11, 2019 1:55:16 GMT -5