Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 22:51:00 GMT -5
8/13/18 Live From The Maverik Center in West Valley City, Utah
"Drunk and Crazy" by Mogwai hits as Slam comes on live. The cameras do a sweeping shot of the crowd, getting a good look at all of the signs. There's a few "I WANNA RIDE THAT MUSTACHE" signs which seem quite disturbing and very non-PG. The cameras finally settle on the announce table.
Zach Davis: WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT SLAM! WE'RE LIVE FROM THE MAVERIK CENTER IN WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHY ARE WE YELLING!
Zach Davis: I DON'T KNOW! LET'S GET TO THE ACTION FAST THOUGH!
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 22:55:13 GMT -5
Amos vs Colt Caruso vs Bart Skinner vs Red Dragon
Freddy Whoa: The next match is about four guys trying to make their mark here on WCF.
Zach Davis: That's right Freddy, four superstars will have their debut next.
The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as all the devils toys by deathstars begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a Pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he leans against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands waiting on his opponents.
Freddy Whoa: That guy's scary Zach.
Zach Davis: It looks like he eats people too.
Freddy Whoa: I can't really know but I heard from a source somewhere that he enjoys seeing people bleeding.
The lights in the arena dim as the lyrics begin.
"Mother don't cry for me I done chose the life I lead Yes you taught me right from wrong But now I sing the devil's song Yes I sing the devil's song There ain't no one to blame for how I am It was me alone who chose a life of sin"
As the music kicks into high gear, out walks Bart Skinner followed by Tiffany Villain. They survey the audience with disdain and walk to the ring. When they reach the ring, Tiffany opens the ropes and Skinner enters the ring.
Freddy Whoa : That's one fine lady
Zach Davis: I don't know much about this guy but I can tell you he ain't no gentleman at all.
Freddy Whoa: Shut up Zach, what do you know about being a gentleman?
Zach Davis: Well, for starters, a gentleman would be the one opening the ropes for a lady.
He jogs out to the stage and walks down the aisle high-fiving and fist bumping as many fans as possible, he goes around ring side high-fiving everyone then jumps upon the apron and front flips into the ring following up with several headstand- front handsprings and finishes with a corner backflip. (Colt Caruso)
'Prince' by Madness sounds off as the crowd looks at the entrance... after 10 seconds Amos comes and raises both his hands and screams to all the fans to bow before him. Amos walks slowly to the ring with a smile on his face as a spotlight ushers him to the ring. He gets in.
Zach Davis: Who do you think will win this one Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: My money is on Caruso he looks quite talented.
Zach Davis : Come on just because he can do a backflip, I can do that.
Freddy Whoa : I'll have to see you try.
*DING DING DING*
Red dragon stares at all his three opponents and licks his own lips with his tongue while staring at Colt Caruso.
Freddy Whoa: Oh gawd.
Dragon comes charging at Colt Caruso and takes him down with a clothesline. Amos decides to slide out of the ring and looks on as Dragon and Bart Skinner look at each other and Dragon once again licks his lips with his tongue. Both men lock but Dragon is pushed at the corner violently. Dragon gets up and Bart Skinner gives him a punch on his stomach and delivers a scoop powerslam.
Skinner feels an elbow at the back of his neck and goes down. Caruso waits for Skinner to get up and delivers a dropkick at him which sends him back down. Amos comes in and delivers a dropkick at Caruso and he goes down hard. Red Dragon delivers a dropkick to Amos which sends him to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like this is the fight of the drop kicks.
Red Dragon follows up with a leg drop and goes for the cover.
Amos kicks out.
Red Dragon throws in repeated punches at Amos who is down on the mat. The referee manages to pull back Red Dragon.
Amos takes out Dragon with a superkick and delivers a DDT to Caruso and rolls him off the ring. Amos goes for the cover on Skinner.
Skinner kicks out and rolls out of the ring.
Red Dragon comes to the mix and delivers a punch to Amos' jaw and Amos responds with a knee to his stomach and ends it with a DDT. He goes for a cover.
Caruso breaks the pin
Caruso waits for Amos to get up and hits him with a step up enzugiri as Amos hits the ground, hard. Caruso then irish whips Skinner followed by a running knee. He goes on to deliver a dropkick to Red Dragon and he falls out of the ring.
Caruso raises his hands up as the crowd goes crazy and cheers STALLION! STALLION! STALLION! Caruso then bounces of the ropes and delivers a suicide dive to Red Dragon. He raises his hands again and jumps around as the crowd again cheers STALLION! STALLION! STALLION!
Zach Davis: He's on fire!
Freddy Whoa: And the crowd's on fire, hell I'm on fire right now.
Caruso is met by a big boot from Skinner ringside on his face and goes down. Skinner picks up Caruso and hits him with a side slam by ringside. Caruso yells in pain. Amos attacks Skinner from the back with an elbow. Skinner turns back to look at Amos and he looks angry. Amos steps back and raise both hands in the air showing surrender. Skinner approaches and miss Amos with a punch and Amos rolls in the ring trying to escape Skinner and finds himself facing Red Dragon.
Zach Davis: Ohh things about to change from bad to worse.
Red Dragon delivers a right punch followed by a kick in the gut and a twist of fate, and goes for a pin which Skinner breaks. Skinner gets Red Dragon up and delivers several punches before delivering a clothesline. Skinner follows with a reverse DDT on Red Dragon and goes for a cover.
Caruso breaks the pin
Caruso throws punches at Skinner and irish whips him to the corner and attempts a turnbuckle corner package super kick but Skinner ducks and counters with a superplex and Caruso rolls off the ring.
Red dragon gets in and taunts Skinner and stares him at his face. Red Dragon ducks a punch from Skinner and delivers 3 punches to the jaw. Red Dragon ducks a punch again and runs to the ropes and hits Skinner with a clothesline from hell.
Amos attempts to deliver a diving cross body to the standing Red Dragon and is caught. Red Dragon positions Amos for a belly to belly suplex and Amos delivers several punches in an attempt to break free and Red Dragon lets go. Amos kicks Red Dragon in the groin and attempts to deliver a DDT but Red Dragon lifts Amos to the air and delivers a powerslam and goes for a counter.
Caruso breaks the pin.
Caruso helps Red Dragon up and delivers a step up enzugiri. Skinner is back and irish whips Caruso to the corner. He goes full speed but gets a boot in his face. Caruso delivers a leg sweep and Skinner falls hard on the mat. Caruso climbs the up the corner and lifts up both his hands as the crowd cheers loud.
Freddy Whoa: High risk... I like it.
Amos attacks Caruso with a punch on his back. Amos climbs up the ropes while throwing punches at the higher up Caruso. Amos grabs Caruso in a position for a superplex and...
Zach Davis: Oh gawd that sure hurt.
Caruso is hit with a superplex on top of Skinner. Amos crawls for a pin but Red Dragon drags him up before he reaches and locks a dragon sleeper on him.
Meanwhile, the referee is counting a pin as Skinner's arms are down.
Skinner kicks out.
Zach Davis : Red Dragon has a submission.
Freddy Whoa : Fortunately he is close to the ropes Zach.
Amos manages to get to the ropes. Red dragon kicks Amos on his face while down and he rolls off the ring. Red Dragon sets his eyes on Caruso who is trying to get on his feet. Red Dragon attempts to irish whip Caruso to the corner but Caruso counters and delivers a kick to the gut as Red Dragon falls on his knees. Caruso bounces the ropes and attempts a stomp but is stopped by a clothesline from hell from Skinner.
Freddy Whoa : Oh gawd, that could have broken his neck.
Red Dragon delivers a right punch followed by a kick in the gut and a twist of fate.
Red Dragon lets out a huge roar while dancing around the ring. He goes for Caruso and delivers a dropkick which sends Caruso off the ring.
He sees Amos attempting to enter the ring and quickly runs at him and sends him off with a superkick to the groin. Red Dragon then approaches Skinner who's on the floor and once again lets out a huge roar and locks him in a submission.
Zach Davis: Oh gawd, it's the DEVIL'S CLUTCH.
Freddy Whoa: What will Skinner do now? I'd probably tap out right away.
Skinner tries to reach the ropes but struggles as he is in the centre of the ring and has no other choice but taps out.
Zach Davis: That's it, it's over. Red Dragon picks up the win in his debut match!
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 22:57:38 GMT -5
Mustache Family Segment
Ursula Nabrow, Roid Rogers and Buff Mustache stand remotely in the Sixth Dimension Medical Facility while the youngest of the Mustache Family and former WCF superstar Biff Mustache lay motionless with an oxygen mask over both his mouth and his crotch. All of them are wearing their best clothing. Mama is wearing a black dress with a white shirt underneath that looks very much like a nuns habit. Papa is sporting a red sports coat with yellow shirt and no pants. Buff stands shirtless and pantsless in nothing but bedazzled purple underwear.
Mama Stache: Hi everyone in the Double DCF. I first want to thank you all for your outpouring of support when you all heard that my dumbass son Biff was hospitalized when Caleb Bonin’ beat the shit outta him. For the first time in my life I can honestly say that my cunt is completely dry over this situation. Look!
She drops the camera between her legs and exposes the desolate wasteland that is her vagina. The camera pans back up and Papa can be walking over to Biff with a Bass Guitar and a small amp in tow as Mama continues.
Mama Stache: With all that’s been going on lately I wanna ‘pologize for Buff not being able to make it to the show tonight as you can see he’s got more important matters to tend to…
Buff: Biff is my favorite brother. It hurts me to see him laying there without the slightest erection while I stand here full chub with the biggest fearection that I’ve ever had in my life. Biff would have loved to see this and my only hope is that one day he will be able to enjoy this erection with me like we’ve enjoyed so many of my erections in the past. It actually reminds me of one day when we were kids and…
Biff’s heart monitor begins to flat line as Mama turns around like a bolt to see what’s happening.
Mama Stache: GAWD DAMMIT, ERNESTO. How many times do I gotta tell ya to stop unplugging the machine to plug in that bass of yours. No one wants to hear a solo right now.
Papa Stache: Sorry brother, but music can heal all wounds, especially this sick bass solo.
Mama Stache: Don’t make be break that Ibanez with my pussy, Ernesto. Plug our vegetable of a son back in.
Papa Stache: Okay, brother.
Mama Stache: Unfortunately for me Biff has signed an AR, which unlike a DNR which would put both him and myself out of our misery means that the doctor’s have to constantly be rescesutattin’ him, even if he’s not dyin’. I don’t know how they even agreed to something so stupid but it’s costing me thousands of dollars each time and I’m running out of cash. So I’m starting a Kickstarter Campaign to keep this piece of shit son of mine alive for as long as humanly possible. Go onto kickstarter/savethepenis and donate your hard earned money today because I gotta tell ya, I can’t afford to do this any longa.
The screen turns to static and the face of James Wolf comes on screen and speaks swiftly yet ominously into the screen directly to the Mustache family, but even more specifically DIRECTLY to Mama Stache.
James Wolf: Got what you fucking deserved didn't you? Just tune in at Revenge when I rearrange Dune's face, and put him in the ICU in a bed next to Biff over there. After I win the WCF Television Title I will rule the WCF with an iron fist like no man or woman has ever seen. When you attempt to exact revenge at my expense I'll make sure you're brain dead too, and if Biff does wake up the only thing he'll have left to remember is that James Wolf is one bad motherfucker you don't want to mess with. Now if our business is now concluded you can go cry yourself to sleep while I have myself a beer at the local bar, and a great antecdote about how I put your OTHER no talent son into a coma!
The static goes away and returns to the Medical Facility where the Mustache family is.
Mama Stache: Buff, will ya stop masturbatin’!
Buff: Sorry ma. Who was that.
Mama Stache: Just some piece of shit that you’ll have to Scoop off the ring mat in a few weeks.
The camera returns to Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis who is dousing his eyes in eye bleach.
Freddy Whoa: Well that was an inappropriate interruption by Wolf there, but as always our thoughts and prayers go out to the Mustache Family for their current situation.
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:01:07 GMT -5
Noble Savage vs Night Rider
'Highway to Hell' by AC/DC begins playing on the DubTron as the sound of motorcycles revving can be heard. Night Rider rides his 2018 Harley Davidson Night Rod Special Edition down towards the ring. Pyrotechnics explode along the runway as he pops a wheelie and circles the ring before dismounting and jumping over the ring ropes into the ring.
Zach Davis: Here is Night Rider, not to be confused with the series of the same name than ran in the 1970's, and the early 80's. I was a big fan of that show.
Freddy Whoa: Zach, I could see that. I'm sure you had the Michael Knight starter pack complete with the fanny pack.
Zach Davis: To be fair, I never wore a fanny pack. I detest you assuming that I did.
Freddy Whoa: Well now I know that you wore one Zach. We know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of you, and me. So don't you ever assume Zach!
Lights are bright and flashing white with purple in the arena, the stage fills with Grey smoke and the song "Dance Macabre" by Ghost plays. Out comes Brandi almost dragging her feet, walking effortlessly and looking around at the crowd like if everything annoys her. She stands center stage and looks around slowly, then shakes her head and continues her unenthused walk. She stands in front of the ring staring at the apron and the lights go out. The music is cut as well, then we hear screeching "yeah" being screamed by her voice and the lights come back on. She's now knelt in the middle of the ring emitting this scream. She smiles and literally wipes her own smile of her face with a lick and crawls to her corner.
Freddy Whoa: And here is Noble Savage! She looks ready to go!
Zach Davis: Is she? Because I don't see that spark in her eyes!
Freddy Whoa: That spark in is her eyes. All you have to do is go approach her and see for yourself.
Zach Davis: Of course you're right there. She'd probably kick my ass. How could I ever doubt you Freddy?
DING! DING! DING!
Noble Savage, and Night Rider circle around each other. Night Rider locks up with Noble Savage, and gets the upper hand. Night Rider with snap mare to Noble Savage. Noble Savage is down momentarily, but then she pops back up. Noble Savage with a quick chop block to Night Rider who falls down to the mat. Noble Savage with a standing moon sault. Night Rider cringes. Night Rider then quickly pops up with a lunging clotheline taking down Noble Savage. Noble Savage rolls to the ropes clutching them. Night Rider grabs the foot of Noble Savage. Night Rider tries for a suplex but Noble Savage won't release the ropes. Night Rider lets go, and Noble Savage gets caught up in the ropes. Night Rider starts to attack Noble Savage but Stanley Moser backs him off. Moser untangles Noble Savage from the ropes and Noble Savage from the ropes as Noble Savage goes to the floor. Noble Savage then slides back into the ring. Night Rider puts on an stf to Noble Savage. She inches toward the ropes, and finally grabs onto it. Night Rider is forced to let go. Noble Savage is up. She turns kicking the gut of Night Rider following up with double arm ddt. Night Rider hits the mat hard. Noble Savage follows up with a big knee drop. Night Rider rolls to the ropes and he gets back to his feet. Noble Savage sends a knee to the gut of Night Rider. Night Rider doubles over. Noble Savage with a knee to the face of Night Rider who reels back hitting the ropes bouncing off the ropes losing his balance. Night Rider regains his balance, and sends a big boot to the face of Noble Savage. Noble Savage goes down hard. Night Rider picks up Noble Savage taking her over with a german suplex. Noble Savage is slow to get up. Night Rider hits the ropes trying for a drop kick to the knee of Noble Savage but she connects with a huge power slam!
Freddy Whoa: You should never doubt me Zach! I'm always right.
Zach Davis: You are, are you? The upper management never told me that!
Freddy Whoa: Well, the upper management isn't responsible for telling you. You're responsible for asking me your savior of the masses!
Zach Davis: Well as much as we could go back and forth with this, let's just return to the action!
Night Rider looks surprised at this, and then gets to his feet. He sends a back elbow to Noble Savage! Noble Savage falls backward almost falling outside of the ring. Night Rider catches Noble Savage before that happens. Noble Savage then whips Night Rider to the ropes, and when he comes back she spears him almost out of his boots. Night Rider rolls out of the ring to the floor. Noble Savage comes over the top rope to the outside taking out Night Rider. Stanley Roser begins the count.
Night Rider rolls in first followed by Noble Savage. Noble Savage stands only to have Night Rider to lock in a cobra clutch. Noble Savage immediately is looking to counter. Noble Savage backs Night Rider into the back corner turnbuckle as Nighter Rider lets go. Noble Savage turns around stomping a mud hole into Night Rider. Night Rider falls down into the corner. Moser comes to the aid of Night Rider as he backs Noble Savage off. Night Rider gets up as Noble Savage hits a vicious clothesline against the corner turnbuckle as Night Rider flips over the top rop from the impact. Noble Savage turns to around to the opposite side of the crowd to taunt Night Rider. Night Rider then slides back in the ring. He turns around Noble Savage kicks her in the chest, and then puts her down with a back breaker. As Noble Savage falls. Night Rider locks on a scorpion death lock right in the middle of the ring. Noble Savage then starts crawling to over to the ropes. Night Rider slowly drops moving closer to the ropes. Noble Savage finally makes it to the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: And, we're no closer to finding out who will be winning this match. Night Rider is tough but so is Noble Savage. Noble Savage is in beast mode and nobody can take that away from her.
Zach Davis: And Night Rider is also in beast mode. The question is which one will win out in this match because there has to be a winner. We just don't know who will want it more. Who will edge out the other for it.
Freddy Whoa: That's a good question. One of the few you've actually asked during our commentary track.
Zach Davis: Well I must admit I have my moments!
Noble Savage will not let go of the ropes until Moser tells Night Rider to back off a good distance away from her. Night Rider is forced to comply as Noble Savage finally makes it to her feet, and Night Rider immediately rushes her. Noble Savage delivers an upper cut that would make flash photographers proud. It sends Night Rider down to his butt. Noble Savage with a drop kick to the face of Night Rider, and he goes down. Night Rider rolls out of the line of sight for Noble Savage. Night Rider is up to his feet. Noble Savage tries for a swinging neckbreaker and Night Rider tries to get the arm triangle submission. Noble Savage quickly reverses again into the "The God Caller" and she wastes no time pinning Night Rider. Moser falls down counting
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:04:32 GMT -5
Dark Carnival vs Covfefe/Dank
The lights in the arena go out as "One Reason" by Fade begins to blare on the PA system. Covfefe and Dank are high fiving each other in the ring as the cell phone lights illuminate the arena. Kylie Moore appears on the stage, but Jesis is nowhere to be seen. Kylie looks a little distraught as she walks to the ring. She looks around in confusion as she slides in the ring and the bell rings.
Zach Davis: Where is Jesis Kryst?
Freddy Whoa: He is in the Good Book...
Zach Davis: Oh Shut up!
Back in the ring Covfefe gets the upper hand on the much smaller Moore. He hits a powerslam on the smaller woman. He smirks as he goes for the pin.
Moore kicks out. She rolls out of the ring as the camera cuts to show Lilianna Rose and a slew of clowns sitting in the front row. Lilianna hops the barricade as the lights go out. She laughs as her LED mask lights up with a clowns smile. She keeps laughing as Dank and Covfefe look on in confusion. The sound of thunder begins echoing throughout the arena.
Zach Davis: What's going on here?
Freddy Whoa: Is Odin Balfore coming out here?
Zach Davis: Why the hell would you say that?
Freddy Whoa: I don't know the thunder and the fact that we have so many GODS in the WCF that they all seem to run together in my head!
Back in the ring lightning strikes the turnbuckle sending shockwaves throughout the ring. Covfefe and Dank try to run but the clowns have surrounded the ring. Lightning strikes again as the lights come back on and the Savior is in the ring. He hits the Saving Grace, his version of the T Bone Suplex on Dank and goes for the cover. A clown wearing a referee mask makes the count.
The bell rings as Zach and Freddy look on still in shock.
Zach Davis: Well that is one way to make an impact!
Freddy Whoa: Shhh! The Lord and Savior is about to talk.
Zach Davis: Don't tell me you are buying into this Dark Carnival crap!
Freddy Whoa: I don't know what to believe anymore. I just don't want Lilianna to sic the clowns on me next!
Back in the ring Jesis stands in front of a kneeling Kylie and Lilianna. He begins to speak.
Jesis Kryst: Now is the time to see what we are truly made of. The Daughters of Darkness, Karma Bishop, and myself are all putting each and every one of you on watch. Join us... or you will be the next ones to suffer the fate of Covfefe and Dank.
He motions for Lilianna and Kylie to rise. The ladies do as he hands the microphone to Lilianna.
Lilianna Rose: I have found my true calling. The WCF wasn't ready for me when I started. They sure as hell, are not ready for what I am about to unleash.
She laughs like mad placing her mask back on and hands the microphone to Kylie.
Kylie Moore: We are a cohesive unit and that terrifies you all. The Dark Carnival is rising and we are not going to be stopped. A true WAR is upon us and like clockwork time will run out for you all.
The clowns laughter can be heard as the lights go out and the carnival disappears.
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:06:44 GMT -5
Kennedy Matthews Segment
The tron illuminates to show Kennedy Matthews backstage as she looks at the camera. She begins to speak in her normal thick British accent.
Kennedy: I will make my debut next week and this is a message to the entire WCF locker room. No one is ready for the Princess. No one will be able to stop my onslaught. I am prepared to take on anyone. This is to serve as an open challenge.
Kenndy smiles as she speaks again.
Kennedy: I also have some choice words for that clown faced freak, Lilianna Rose. If you EVER come on to MY twitter again.. starting some bloody bull crap like you did. I will personally put you out of your misery. Have a great night.
Zach Davis: Strong words from Kennedy Matthews.
Freddy Whoa: Will Lilianna Rose have anything to say?
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:08:07 GMT -5
Alex Richards vs Judge Tennison
Freddy Whoa: And now it’s time for the return of mass confusion!
Zach Davis: Huh?
Freddy Whoa: Huh what? Mass Confusion is finally back in the WCF! In the ring where it belongs as opposed to just here on the announce table!
Zach Davis: I’m...confused.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe, but you’re not the Archduke!
The opening guitar solo of I'm Not Like Everybody Else by The Kinks begins and as the lyrics start Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He walks towards the ring with what appears to be an attempt at looking serious but it's more than likely he's putting it on.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zim-Quila... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself. In the ring, Judge Tennison has been waiting, gavel-in-hand, and rushes the returning Richards.
Zach Davis: Richards ducks the wild swing with the gavel and throws Tennison across the ring with a german suplex! The referee calls for the bell and we are officially underway!
The Judge is back up and charges Richards but is met with a straight chop to the throat and then a sambo suplex.
Freddy Whoa: Richards is a house of fire in his return! He is looking fiercer and perhaps stronger than ever!
Zach Davis: What the hell is in Zimquila?!
Richards stalks over to the Judge now and puts both hands around the downed man’s neck before lifting up into the air, off his feet by the throat and then launching him half way across the ring, into a corner. Richards then pauses a moment before running and smashing over three hundred pounds of his body weight into the hapless Judge Tennison.
Freddy Whoa: Mass Transit Confusion!
Zach Davis: Huh?
Freddy Whoa: Mass transit, like he’s a bus. Sort of like a ho train...Get it?
Zach Davis: That’s a terrible name for that move though, Mass Transit Confusion? What was Richards thinking?
Freddy Whoa: That one’s an original, Zach. And I think it’s going to catch on.
As Tennison falls lifelessly out of the corner and to the mat like a sack of potatoes, Richards climbs to the second turnbuckle facing out to the crowd and then executes a picture perfect Vader bomb.
Freddy Whoa: And that’s got to be it folks….
NO! Richards just pulled Tennison back up! He pulled him up with a devilish smile and the crowd loves it! He’s going back to the top rope!
Zach Davis: He’s poised on the top rope now and is pulling Tennison with him...powerbomb from the top...into a lungblower! SANITY SLIP! Tennison may have just been split in half and Richards gives the man a kiss on the forehead before a sloppy cover….
Freddy Whoa: That’s it and that’s all! Alex Richards is back and looking better than ever! He damn near killed Tennison here tonight!
Zach Davis: Murder in the first, case closed for The Judge.
Freddy Whoa: Great.
Zach Davis: Manslaughter, 1 week, no parole, no promo.
Freddy Whoa: That’s enough…
Zach Davis: Reckless endangerment. The sentence: just a little Slip of Sanity.
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:10:04 GMT -5
Eccentrix/Samuel McPherson vs Yamboo/Seki Sozen
"Devil Inside" by Like A Storm blasts out of the PA as Adam Young steps out in a black polo shirt and jeans followed by the EVIL Family.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is a tag team match! Introducing first, being accompanied by Adam Young 2.0, at a combined weight of 520 pounds, representing the EVIL Family...YAMBOO AND SEKI SOZEN!
Sozen and Yamboo enter the ring as Young 2.0 takes his place at ringside.
Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponents...
"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.
Kyle Steel: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 280 pounds...THE ANIMAL SAMUEL MCPHERSON!
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 before the match starts.
"Powerful" (BOXINBOX and Lionsize remix) by Major Lazer and the arena turns dark with a spotlight shone bright on the entrance. Eccentrix slowly emerges with his hands high in the air in arrogance. As the music builds, he stops in the middle of the ramp and revs himself up. The lyrics hit and Eccentric dramatically flings his body into random poses with every beat drop. After the climax of the song, he continues to walk down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his partner, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 230 pounds...ECCENTRIX!
Eccentrix stands in the middle of the ring with his arms in the as gold fills the arena. He finally takes a bow and the lights go back up.
Zach Davis: Tag team partners put together via the Altimate Showdown, Eccentrix and McPherson appear none to pleased about the situation. We've even heard Animal openly talk about how he doesn't want to be partners with Eccentrix, he wants to go the singles route.
Freddy Whoa: However it appears as though WCF management is sticking to their guns because the Tag Team Titles match at Revenge is still on. It will be Kid Dynamo and Teo Del Sol putting their titles on the line against Eccentrix and Samuel McPherson. If these two can get on the same page by then remains to be seen.
Zach Davis: Tonight may give up a glimpse at that as they're set to face a newer team in the EVIL Family.
DING! DING! DING!
Freddy Whoa: There's the bell and McPherson has stepped out onto the apron, leaving Eccentrix to start the match. Not even a discussion about it, McPherson apparently deciding for the team.
Zach Davis: Eccentrix not pleased with that but he better pay attention because here comes Seki Sozen!
Freddy Whoa: Sozen from behind with a running dropkick that sends Eccentrix chest first into the corner. McPherson steps away, almost as if he's making sure he can't be tagged.
Zach Davis: Sozen turning Eccentrix around and he lays into him with some rapid chops to the chest. My god those hands are flying like the wings of a hummingbird.
Freddy Whoa: Sozen now taking off across to the other side of the ring and he turns around. What's he planning here?
Zach Davis: I'm not sure but there he goes, heading straight back at Eccentrix and-
Freddy Whoa: HOLY CRAP! Leaping knee to the face of the charging Sozen and I think I saw a tooth fly. Sozen was going at full speed and Eccentrix timed that knee just right.
Zach Davis: Sozen still down and Eccentrix hits the ropes, comes off with a Lionsault. He calls that One Hit Wonder! Pin attempt!
Freddy Whoa: ONE! TWO! THR- NO! Yamboo in the ring to pull Eccentrix off of Sozen.
Zach Davis: Yamboo now stomping away at Eccentrix, keeping him down as Young 2.0 is outside yelling instructions. And Samuel McPherson is just standing at ringside watching this happen.
Freddy Whoa: The referee trying to get order but it's not working as Yamboo pulls Eccentrix to his feet. Sozen slowly recovering as he too is up now. Yamboo with a nasty headbutt and now the referee is calling for the bell.
Zach Davis: Sozen calling Yamboo off, he wants in on the fight. He spins Eccentrix around-
Freddy Whoa: SUPERKICK! ECCENTRIX WITH A SUPERKICK!
Zach Davis: And McPherson now walking past us and up the ramp, clearly done with this now that the bell has sounded.
Freddy Whoa: Yamboo from behind, he spins Eccentrix around but Eccentrix hits him with a swift but strong backhand. Yamboo spun around as Eccentrix hits the ropes and then drops Yamboo with a bulldog.
Zach Davis: Adam Young 2.0 now with a chair and he slides into the ring. Eccentrix out of the ring as 2.0 is enraged and screaming for him to come back and fight.
Freddy Whoa: McPherson is gone from our sight and Eccentrix looks pissed that he got abandoned by his partner. The only bright side is that they picked up the win tonight.
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:12:03 GMT -5
Roy Speede vs Ultimate Destroyer
Air raid and police sirens begin blaring throughout the arena at a deafening level as The Ultimate Destroyer races out from the back and down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 400 pounds, from Parts Unknown...THE ULTIMATE DESTROYER!
Kyle Steel has to run out of the ring as Destroyer leaps up onto the apron, climbs through the ropes and begins to stomp around the ring. He grabs hold of the top rope and violently shakes it as the referee cowers in the corner.
Zach Davis: And once again we've witnessed one of the most high energy and terrifying entrances in all of WCF as The Ultimate Destroyer has made his way to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: One of these days he's not going to stop running and end up shoving the ring into the crowd.
The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.
As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!
The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists.
Kyle Steel: “Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia, Wrestling Championship Federation's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!!”
Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, with his pointer, middle, and pinky fingers extended, and his ring finger and thumb tucked into his palm. His palm is facing the crowd. He drops his arm, and begins jogging to ringside, high-fiving fans as he goes, before climbing onto the apron, and then climbing the outside of the turnbuckle. He raises his left arm, with the same fingers extended as when he was on stage. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring, staring down Destroyer as the referee does his best to keep him back.
Zach Davis: And the man tasked with facing the Destroyer tonight is the #1 contender for the Hardcore Title, Roy Speede. If he can get past this hulking behemoth tonight then he might prove he's got what it takes to survive in the Hardcore division once again.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell sounds and The Ultimate Destroyer charges across the ring. Speede with the front roll across the ring, avoiding the arms of the Destroyer. Speede back up to his feet and off the ropes but Destroyer ready for him as he grabs him up and delivers an atomic drop. Speede left holding himself until Destroyer pulls him in and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Destroyer begins spinning in circles all over the ring, whipping Speede's body around.
Freddy Whoa: I've heard of an airplane spin but this is like watching an airplane tornado!
After a good 20 rotations The Destroyer finally stops spinning and throws Speede to the mat. Speede attempts to get to his feet but goes right back down, clearly disoriented. Destroyer lets out a roar and then presses a boot down on Speede's throat as he walks over him. The referee voices his displeasure but he can't do anything as it's not illegal. Speede left grabbing his throat as he tries to breathe as Destroyer taunts him.
Ultimate Destroyer: GET ON YOUR FEET!
Speede trying to get up but it's too slow for Destroyer. Destroyer grabs Speede by the throat with both hands, pulls him upright and then throws him into the corner. Destroyer charges at the corner, looking to ram his shoulder into Speede's gut, but Speede ducks out of the way and Destroyer collides with the ringpost. Speede still rubbing his throat as Destroyer tries to get himself out of the corner. Speede sees his opening and springboards off the middle rope, connecting with a kick to the side of the head.
Zach Davis: That kick would have dropped a normal man like a sack of potatoes!
Speede looking a tad surprised as Destroyer stays upright but he stays on it, hitting the ropes. Speede back with a dropkick to the chest that sends Destroyer into the ropes but he's still on his feet. Speede through the ropes and onto the apron, where he leaps up and wraps his arms around the neck of Destroyer. Speede using all his strength to try and drag Destroyer over the ropes as the referee starts up a ten count. Speede drops down off the apron, still holding onto Destroyer, and is left dangling as he can't seem to drag the 400 pound monster to the floor.
Freddy Whoa: Speede better do something fast before he gets disqualified!
The referee reaches 9 and Speede finally lets go, dropping to the floor feet first. Destroyer stumbles from the ropes holding his throat and trying to breathe. Speede slides back into the ring and hits a running dropkick to the back of the knee. Speede now with the head, setting up for a DDT, but Destroyer counters it by grabbing him by the legs and tripping him back onto the mat. Destroyer to his feet, grabbing Speedy by his throat and pulling him to his feet. Destroyer signaling it's over before he lifts Speede up for a chokeslam. But Speede with the counter, dropping him with a DDT. Pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Destroyer just threw Speede off of him like he weighed nothing!
Speede to his feet as Destroyer gets up to a knee. Speede looking around, trying to formulate a plan. He goes out to the apron as Destroyer is finally back up. Destroyer turns around and Speede springboards back into the ring, looking for a leg lariat. But Destroyer with the counter, driving Speede to the mat with a vicious powerbomb.
Zach Davis: Mama mia! Someone check for a hole in the mat!
Destroyer to his feet but he's not done yet as he drags Speede up by the arm and lifts him onto his shoulder. Destroyer now running toward the corner and he tosses Speede into the air, letting him fall chest first onto the top turnbuckle. Speede still laid out on the turnbuckle as Destroyer goes out onto the apron and begins to climb the ropes from the outside.
Freddy Whoa: He's setting up for The End!
Destroyer pulling Speede in and lifting him up for the powerbomb. Speede comes alive though, hitting Destroyer with punches to the face. Destroyer trying to keep his balance and set up for The End even as he absorbs the blows. Speede now trying to wiggle free and ends up landing on his feet on the mat. Speede quick to react and he attacks the leg of Destroyer, causing him to drop crotch first on the turnbuckle. Destroyer leaning forward and Speede grabs him before driving him to the mat with a DDT. Speede now heading to the top rope.
Zach Davis: SPEEDE BUMP!
Speede with the shooting star frog splash and the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: And Roy Speede gets the win tonight!
Slam goes to commercial as Speede celebrates the win.
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:14:11 GMT -5
Introduction To The Symposium
The screen opens to a backdrop of what appears to be a fireplace, before panning out to reveal that we are within a "mansion" in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. A picture frame can be seen hanging from the faded caramel painted walls, with the picture being of a forest. Positioned in front of the fireplace, the novel "1984" positioned neatly in his lap; a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips - is one of the newest confirmed signings to the WCF. Dominic Royce.
He is attired in a charcoal suit with white undershirt and matching charcoal trousers. Freshly polished black loafers complete the outfit, as it's obvious that an aura of sophistication surrounds the man. Looking up at the lens of the camera, Dominic slightly smiles - almost as if he had been expecting the filming crew to be here, ready to conduct this "sit down" with him.
Dominic: Ah yes. Welcome to casa de Royce. My name, is Dominic Royce and I am here to host the first symposium of the mind. In which, we shall explore the untapped depth of the human mind; figure out just what it is that makes us all tick.
Smiling, his eyes remain focused on the lens, as the fire cackles behind him while he takes a puff of the cigarette.
Dominic: You see. It's always been one of my key interest points. Figuring out just why people would elect to indulge themselves in such a simplistic form of entertainment. Why you would allow yourselves to be seen in nothing more than a primitive light.
Exhaling, plumes of smoke float into the air from the cigar, as he clears his throat. His eyes as they have this entire statement, remain deathly focused on the lens.
Dominic: It intrigues me. It opens up many ideological patterns. Routes for explorations. Routes, that I plan on taking in order to achieve the knowledge I seek. In order, to show people why moulding yourself after the culture. The ways of the neanderthal merely leads to your destruction.
Booing resonates from the fans in attendance, as Dominic smiles out of the right hand corner of his mouth. Knowing that people might not like what he is telling them, but that they have no choice. That deep down, they know that he is correct. In every one of his assessments.
Dominic: WCF makes for the best experiment. The best place, to discover just how all the pieces fall into place. Next week, is merely the commencement.
With that, the camera slowly fades back to the arena, where the crowd is both intrigued and annoyed at what they heard. Slam goes to commercial
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:20:53 GMT -5
Stephen Singh vs James Wolf
Zach Davis: What a great show we’ve had so far! The Maverick Center here in Utah has definitely gotten more than they paid for!
Freddy Whoa: It’s only about to get better because we have Stephen Singh vs. James Wolf coming up next!
Zach Davis: That’s right, Freddy! We have a match featuring two competitors from the classic Ultimate Showdown Match. At Revenge, James Wolf will go on to face the Television Champion Dune, while Stephen Singh defends his Hardcore title against Roy Speede! So essentially we have Wolf warming up against a champion in preparation for the pay per view, while we have Singh attempting to take out a hungry competitor, as he will at Revenge.
Freddy Whoa: There you go always over analyzing everything!
Zach Davis: What?
Freddy Whoa: How come you don’t let me say the insightful stuff? I could’ve very easily said what you just did!
Zach Davis: Okay the floor is yours…
Freddy Whoa: Finally…well Zach, these two wrestlers…
Zach Davis: Hold on one second, do you hear that?
Freddy Whoa: You can’t just interrupt…
Zach Davis: There seems to be a lot of commotion coming from the ramp. And you know exactly what that means…
A chorus of boos fill the air at the realization that James Wolf is about to head into the ring. James Wolf can then be seen pushing a shopping cart filled with as many weapons as he could fit inside. On the very top of the pile is a cheese grater. The fans boo louder and begin to throw their garbage at James Wolf. Undeterred he looks around and mouths “Fuck you very much” to the fans who boo him to the point where Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa can't hear themselves speak. James Wolf gets to the ring side area and parks the cart some place in a close vicinity where he can reach the weapons in the cart. He then rolls under the bottom rope and stands giving all of the hostile fans two middle fingers. He mouths “you all suck back alley dick” to the crowd who start chanting for him to leave. He mouths back “too bad I'm not going to”.
Kyle Steel: From Memphis Tennessee weighing 250lbs. Please give it up for James Wolf!
James Wolf then hops up, and sits on the top turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.
Zach Davis: Not the most popular superstar with the crowd, but as he’s shown time and time again, he is a fierce competitor who can go toe to toe with any wrestler in the locker room!
Freddy Whoa: We’ll see if last week’s loss to Bonnie Blue has any effect on him today though…
Supervillain Theme - Mad Villain plays throughout the arena. The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." as the VeryBigTron flashes the word "THE CHURCH OF SINGH" in a shimmering gold before being replaced by a gray-tinted montage of Stephen Singh and Michael X 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 where he's joined by the bouncing, babbling Rick Menaker bickering with the crowd at every step.
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!
Zach Davis: You have to imagine that Singh is in the mindset that this is a title defense.
Freddy Whoa: That doesn’t make any sense…
Zach Davis: I mean he’s approaching this as if it’s Revenge and his title is on the line. That way he’ll be ready.
Freddy Whoa: I think he should concentrate more on his opponent James Wolf…
Zach Davis: Well yeah but…
The bell rings and the two stare each other down. James Wolf has a fierce look on his face while Stephen Singh wears a cocky smile. The two slowly pace the ring before grappling. Singh holds Wolf in a clinch and hits him with a serious of quick elbows. Wolf is able to block most, but a few go through and shake him up a bit. Sensing this, Singh strikes him in the head with a hard knee. Wolf sinks to his knees. Singh goes to kick Wolf in the head, but Wolf catches his leg and strikes it hard with his elbow. Singh holds his leg in pain as Wolf scrambles to his feet and football tackles him to the mat. Wolf sits up and strikes with hard rights and lefts.
Freddy Whoa: Nothing pretty about that! Just a good old fashioned beatdown!
Singh shields his face with his arms as Wolf desperately tries to strike his face hard. Singh quickly reaches out and grabs his arm, looking to submit him with a Kimura. Wolf wisely wriggles free and both wrestlers stand up. They nod at each other as the fans look on.
Zach Davis: Nice back and forth there! They have to respect each other for that.
Wolf charges at Singh for the clothesline, but Singh ducks it. Singh smashes Wolf’s back with a vicious knee, before grabbing him and completing a Cobra Clutch Suplex. Wolf hits the mat hard and holds his back in pain. Singh quickly attempts the Half Crab to focus on Wolf’s back, but Wolf is able to shake him off and kick him to the mat. Both wrestlers are on their feet and Wolf blocks a right from Singh. Wolf punches Singh hard in the gut and hits a DDT as Singh doubles over. Wolf goes for the cover.
Singh kicks out at one and Wolf continues to strike his head from on top.
Zach Davis: I’m sure he knew that wasn’t going to put his opponent away. He’s going to have to take Stephen Singh to the limit for the victory.
Wolf stands up and stomps his opponent. He backs up a bit and goes for a standing elbow drop, but Singh rolls out of the way. They both get to their feet and again Wolf goes for a Clothesline From Hell, but Singh is able to hit a Jumping Knee Lift first. Wolf rushes to his feet, but the shot makes him prone for a Singh Judo Throw. Wolf will not give up and races to his feet again and throws a weary punch that misses. Singh smiles and takes advantage by ducking the punch and locking in a dragon sleeper in the middle of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my God! This could be it! I don’t see how he can get out of this!
Wolf fights for his life and refuses to let Singh settle into the submission. He desperately tries to flip over, but Singh is able to keep Wolf positioned for the hold. After a few more failed attempts to get out, Wolf uses all of his strength in his legs to drag the two to the ropes, and dives out between the 1st and 2nd ropes, causing the rope to choke Singh and the hold to release.
Zach Davis: What a brilliant way to get out of that impossible situation!
Freddy Whoa: That funny, I never figured James Wolf as much of a thinker!
Singh is pissed as he holds his neck in the ring. Wolf uses this time to collect himself outside of the ring. Singh shakes it off and slides outside to meet Wolf. Out of nowhere, Wolf charges and hit a huge clothesline that almost knock Singh out of his boots!
Wolf pants heavily but picks himself up and grabs Singh up with him. He positions him and lifts him up for a powerbomb. Instead of just dropping him, he runs towards the steel steps and launches Singh into them, separating them on contact. The fans cheer the carnage.
Wolf, exhausted, crawls into the ring to beat the refs count.
Freddy Whoa: Singh needs to find something in him to get his ass in the ring!
Singh begins to stir and props himself on the mat, trying to get the strength to slide in.
Seeing that Singh is about to break the count, James Wolf bounces off the rope and runs towards Singh. He attempts a baseball slide, but Singh wisely moves to the side, grabs Wolf’s legs and pulls him all the way out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Wow! With that, the count is broken!
Freddy Whoa: I told you Wolf was an idiot!
Zach Davis: Not at all! Singh was about to beat the count anyway! Wolf took a risk to ensure victory.
Freddy Whoa: Well it backfired and probably cost him the match!
Both men lay on the floor tired from the contest.
Both men finally get to their feet and slide into the ring. They use the ropes to stand up. Wolf attempts a DDT, but Singh breaks the hold and instead hits a quick Fisherman Suplex and holds him for the count.
Zach Davis: Noooooo!!!!! Kickout by James Wolf! He is not ready to concede this match!
Both men scramble to their feet but Singh is able to hit a Dragonscrew Leg Whip. He rolls threw and hits a second Dragonscew Leg Whip. A weary Wolf then walks right into a Capture Suplex and a quick pin.
Freddy Whoa: This has got to be it!
Wolf kicks out at the last possible tenth of a second.
Zach Davis: Unbelievable!!
Freddy Whoa: No way!!!
Singh is beyond mad as he stomps the mat. He grabs both of Wolf’s legs and drags him near the corner. He steps out of the ring and continues to drag Wolf until his legs wrap around the post.
Zach Davis: Oh no…come one...
The referee argues with Singh but hooks up the Figure 4 around the post and cranks hard on his legs.
Referee: One….come on let go of him! Two! I’m warning you Singh! Get of his leg!
Singh reluctantly releases the hold and smirks. He grabs Wolf’s right leg and smashes it against the ring post.
Freddy Whoa: I’m pretty sure that leg is history…
Singh slides back into the ring and stomps at Wolf’s legs. Every once in a while Wolf will try to stand up, but he sinks back down due to the leg injury. Singh uses this to play with him. Everytime Wolf falls back to the mat, Singh smacks him across the face and yells at him. Eventually Singh is ready to end it and goes to lift Wolf, but Wolf hits him with a rough Throat Thrust. Singh grabs his neck again, which is still in pain from when it collided against the ropes earlier. Wolf uses the adrenaline to hop up and position his opponent for a vertical suplex. However as he holds Singh in the air, his legs give and he goes tumbling backwards. This causes him to hit the ropes and drop Singh to the outside floor. Wolf bounces off the ropes and goes face first into the mat.
Zach Davis: What a match?!
Zach Davis: Wait a minute! Is the referee counting out Singh for being outside of the ring, or Wolf for being off his feet?!
The referee himself is unsure of he looks at both wrestlers and continues to count.
Both wrestlers stir. Singh is to his knees with his hand on the apron, while Wolf is using the ropes to help him stand.
Singh slowly crawls into the ring to beat the count, while Wolf stands up from being downed. The two competitors wearily stare each other down. Wolf flips off Singh and the crowd goes nuts.
Crowd chant: This is awesome!!! This is awesome!!!
Zach Davis: These two are showing exactly why they deserve to be in the spot they are in. No matter what happens, James Wolf has shown he can take a match from any title holder here in the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: Well Singh has definitely showed he can ward off any challenger that tries to take the belt off of him!
Singh charges at Wolf, but misses the jumping knee. Wolf swings and connects with a right hand. He swings the left but Singh ducks it and knees him in the gut. He follows it up with a knee to his face and forces Wolf into the corner. He strikes with a barrage of knees and elbows, most of the shots hitting their mark. The momentum shifts as Wolf is somehow able to absorb the strikes and throws Singh into the corner himself. He hits his upper and lower body with fury strikes. He’s able to down Singh and then stomps him in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Don’t say it…
Zach Davis: Vintage James Wolf!!!
Freddy Whoa: Oh my God, I hate when you say stupid stuff like that!
James Wolf backs away, still limping a bit from the leg injury. He runs to Singh trying to get the knee strike, but Singh rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. Wolf attempts to grab him, but Singh hits a dropkick to his knees. Wolf writhes in pain. He stands back up tending to his leg, but Singh hits a chopblock to that same leg. Singh stands up and lays in the corner waiting for his opportunity.
Zach Davis: I think he’s looking for Smite!!!
Singh pumps himself up and waits for Wolf to get to his knees. Finally Wolf is in position. Singh runs to him but Wolf immediately jumps up and grasps his neck for his signature chokeslam.
Freddy Whoa: Are we going to see the Hell on Earth?!!
Wolf lifts Singh up and starts to run, but Singh grabs his arm and drags him to the ground, attempting a Kimura. Wolf holds tight to try and keep from getting the full impact of the submission, but Singh is relentless with the hold. Singh torques the arm to the point it's about to snap and Wolf finally taps out to save his arm.
Zach Davis: And Stephen Singh picks up the win! Wolf stayed in that hold as long as he could but he knew if that arm broke he'd be on the shelf for months so he had to tap.
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:25:01 GMT -5
Bonnie Blue vs Karma Bishop
The lights go dark and Mz. Hyde by Halestorm blares over the arena as strobes go off to the beat of the song. Out of the curtain steps Karma Bishop dressed in a leather black top, black leather pants, black boots, and a long leather trench coat with spikes all over, especially the shoulders. Karma spreads her arms on the stage before she makes her way down the ramp to the ring. Karma climbs into the ring and stands in the middle, looking out to all the fans in the attendance. She throws her arms out again and sparks fall from the ceiling in the same fashion as her husband’s entrance pyro. She backs away to the corner and awaits her opponent.
Zach Davis: Here is Bonnie Blue's opponent Karma Bishop. One thing is for sure about this one. There will not be a clear winner, and it may be full of color.
Freddy Whoa: I would not want to be in the ring with either of these women, and the fact that they're facing each other is highly combustible.
Zach Davis: In other words full of surprises. It's going to be hard to call. This is going to be a tough night for the both of us.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe! But, just don't start thinking I'm your friend, and don't call me your partner because I'm not.
Zach Davis: Don't worry Fred, I won't. Karma is ready for Bonnie Blue, and Bonnie Blue is coming out here next. There will be fire works!
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 steps into view, 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
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 ascends the turnbuckle, then raises her arms high overhead to a renewed pop from her fans.
Freddy Whoa: Here is the M80 that is ready to explode the Hardcore Queen Bonnie Blue! You know it's going to be a war between her, and Karma Bishop but the real question is who is going to win the battle here tonight?
Zach Davis: That's the million dollar question Fred. These two combustible elements may not be able to be contained but now we're about to find out!
Freddy Whoa: This could bring down the whole WCF here tonight but you know we won't know until the bell rings.
Zach Davis: Well, let's ring that fucking bell then!
DING! DING! DING!
Karma and Bonnie face off. Bonnie, instantly with sea spray to Karma. Karma is blinded as Bonnie hits the ropes coming off with a sling blade taking down Karma. Karma raises her fingers to her eyes trying to wipe the spray out of her eyes. Bonnie picks up Karma putting her down with a gourd buster. Karma rolls out of the ring to the floor. Bonnie climbs up the top turnbuckle coming off with a shooting star press but Karma moves. Bonnie crashes and burns hard. Karma makes it to her feet. Karma picks up Bonnie throwing her into the ring post. Karma watches as Bonnie flies off. Karma picks up Bonnie throwing her shoulder first into the ring steps. Karma then throws Bonnie back into the ring. Karma rolls back into the ring. Karma bends down to pick up Bonnie. Bonnie with a small package pin but Karma kicks out before a pin can be made. Bonnie, and Karma lock up. Bonnie with an arm drag to Karma. Karma is under the ropes. Bonnie begins to approach as Windinger tries to prevent her from it but Bonnie completely ignores Windinger. Bonnie pulls Karma's foot trying to move her to the middle of the ring. Karma wiggles loose, and kicks up at Bonnies face. Bonnie falls down to the mat. Karma is up. Karma picks up Bonnie still holding Bonnie clotheslining her back down. Bonnie sits up again with the sea spray, and Karma immediately goes down.
Bonnie picks up Karma sending her down with a belly to back suplex. Karma lands on her feet. Karma then picks up Bonnie sending her over with an exploder suplex! Bonnie then gets to her feet looking surprised. Karma grins at Bonnie. Bonnie smirks back. Bonnie then hits the ropes but Karma hits a falling neck breaker onto Bonnie. Karma then stands and comes back down with a falling elbow drop. Bonnie winces in agony. Karma picks up Bonnie but Bonnie reverses into a spine buster. Karma rolls over to the ropes. Bonnie with a baseball slide sending Karma outside to the floor. Bonnie grins using the ropes as leverage going over the top to the outside but this time Karma catches Bonnie putting her down with a spine buster on the floor. Bonnie is in agony as Karma rolls into the ring, and then rolls back out. Karma looks under the ring grabbing a steel chair. Karma folds it up. Bonnie slowly gets to her feet, and Karma slams the steel chair into Bonnie's knee. Bonnie goes down screaming oh shit! Karma drops the chair emphatically, as she slides back into the ring. Windinger then makes the count.
Bonnie slowly makes it up to her feet and rolls into the ring just beating the count. Karma can't believe it. Bonnie smirks at Karma.
Freddy Whoa: What a fucking match this has turned out to be! Bonnie, and Karma are tearing the house down and tearing each other apart!
Zach Davis: No doubt about that! This match has been everything we have waited for! Only the WCF could bring it to you. No other so called premier wrestling territory would have been able to do that.
Freddy Whoa: Count your blessings that you're in the WCF then, and not one of those second rate organizations.
Zach Davis: Just be happy that you don't work for any second rate wrestling company!
Karma runs at Bonnie turning with both back elbows catching Bonnie in the face. Bonnie is stumbled. Bonnie recovers shaking the cob webs off. Bonnie then throws a forearm to the face of Karma. Karma stumbles back, against the ropes. Bonnie then puts Karma in a figure four leg lock over the ropes. Windinger comes over and counts 1.... 2..... 3.... 4.... Bonnie comes back up, and then Karma some how manages to get free. Karma then hits a chop block on Bonnie, and rolls her up for a pin but Bonnie kicks out immediately. Karma stands, and Bonnie stands as the two smile at each other. Bonnie, and Karma lock up again. Bonnie gets the upper hand hitting a pump handle slam on Karma. Bonnie tries to follow up but Karma reverses into a brain buster ddt! Bonnie is down and Karma slips over for the pin as Windinger counts
NO! Bonnie kicks out!
Karma looks pissed that Bonnie kicked out and then yanks her up by the hair. Karma delivers multiple back breakers to Bonnie, and then drops her. Karma grabs the leg of Bonnie, and turns her around into a half crab. Bonnie slowly starts inching toward the ropes. Bonnie grabs the ropes clutching them tight. Windinger comes over to count but Karma lets go. As Karma approaches Bonnie immediately stands and hits the ropes, and then kicks Karma in the ribs. Karma responds with a right hand to the face. Bonnie, and Karma are punching, kicking, and throwing eye rakes at each other. Karma tries for a northern lights suplex and then Bonnie hits the Time Stopper onto Karma. Karma can't go any where, and is forced to tap out.
Freddy Whoa: And Bonnie Blue picks up the win tonight!
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:26:14 GMT -5
A Very Big Return
The camera feed cuts back to a moving shot of the loud Maverick Center. The crowd is buzzing as the camera feed moves to a shot of Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa.
Freddy Whoa: We've had a great show so far tonight, Zach!
Zach Davis: That's right, These West Valley City fans have been going at it all night! And I'd expect them to be even louder soon as I've just received word that we have a video package containing one of WCF's newest tag teams!
Freddy Whoa: Sounds exciting Zach!
Zach Davis: You're absolutely, Freddy. According to what I'm bring told this team hails from... Spain C-city? Is that-? Uh, yeah, Spain City and have been known all throughout the world for their.. uh... super luchadora moves and... their-
Freddy Whoa: Spain City?
Zach Davis: Yeah I know that's what- Oh! Ok we have the video package ready now! Freddy I can't wait to see this- this "brand new, completely new, never seen before in WCF, new tag team"
The camera stays on the commentators for a second who both have puzzled looks plastered onto their faces. Zach Davis, unbeknownst to the live camera currently filming him and turns to face one of the stage hands.
Zach Davis: Alright which idiot wrote this b- They did?! They're supposed to be wrestlers not b-
The commentators mic cuts as a yellow text appears on the VeryBigTron as the lighting in the arena dims closely followed by the volume of the crowd. Some bland orchestral music plays over the PA.
The text reads:
"'The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting it to change' -Guy from Far Cry 3"
Suddenly a camera cuts to a shot of a very obese man in regular white clothes and a yellow luchador mask sitting on an old, red car. A large farm can be seen behind the man, along with a dirt track and acres and acres of crops.
Luchador #1: Ever since I've ever been a born-a I always see the people's making the same thing every day. And it- and I think back to when my old luchador grandmother says to me "Aye Aye Aye, luchador Grandson, doing the same thing all the time means your insane-a".
And so I see all these insane-a people's with their American wrestlers in America and I think "I wonders if there ever be a American Luchador". But there hasn't. Ever. So I just well that's it basically it basi-
The scene fades to black and cuts to another scene dramatically, like a movie trailer trying to hard to be emotional and edgy. This next scene is almost identical, except this time the man sitting on the car is slightly less obese, only slightly though, and is holding a scruffy piece of paper. He begins to speak extremely slowly, with an obviously fabricated Spanish accent.
Luchador #2: Ever since I was a wrestler I think to myself, I wonder if I- there ever be an American Luchador and then I'm like- I'm like. Ok I'm not reading any more of this shit. "Why"? Bec- Because it's been wrote using a fucking Yellow Crayon you fucking retard Wi-
The scene cuts again, dramatically. It shows a video of a glass window. The first luchador's fake accent can be heard speaking behind the camera.
Luchador #1: All these boring err.. American wrestlers can never let other American luchador wrestlers be in the America because they uh- uh.. the jealous of the super luchador, er... super lucha libre jumping moves and- and- well-
Not anymore dickhead!
A sledgehammer can be seen being launched into the window and it awkwardly cracks.
Luchador #1: IT'S IN MY FUCKING EYE-!
The camera cuts again to show a stock picture of space. The voiceover can be heard again.
Luchador #1: From all the way in the most lucha parts of lucha- lu- Spain? Is it-? Oh. Some the most new and never seen before in WCF ever. Tag team! Never before seem tag team in WCF-
The voiceover overlaps itself as the camera begins to show a photshopped image of the second luchador flying through space with a piece of paper and Costa Coffe in hand.
Luchador #1: El Aìnsley.
A photshopped image of the First Luchador also flows across the screen.
Luchador #1: El Gran Grande Devorador De Planetas Gigantesco Behemothò.
These two never before seen in WCF Luchadors have joined forces to make the most amazing, most lucha, most brilliant, most luchador, most-.. be-eest? Best? Yeah.
Join the amazing lucha libre revolution happening in pro wrestling today.
Join the Very Big Śpainards.
The video package ends as the crowd is completely silent, still trying to comprehend the embarrassing dribble that was just shoe to them by the VeryBigTron.
The commentators are awestruck as well, taking a good few seconds to begin speaking.
Zach Davis: Well that's that then. The new tag team The Very Big Śpainards are coming to WCF Slam next week. To do uh... super lucha.. things. Can we cut to commercial already?
Zach Davis holds his head in his hands as a commercial for the new WCF 2k19 game begins to play.
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:27:57 GMT -5
Teo Del Sol/Kid Dynamo vs Odin Balfore/Kurt Navarro
The WCF logo spins on the jumbo-tron as haunting, detuned muzak plays over the illuminated arena. “This is an emergency transmission...please remain...remain...re...main”
The lights suddenly cut to black as the voice-over warps and slows to a dead stop. A beat passes before a low, gravelly voice whispers with a sinister presence the completion of the sentence.
Kurt Navarro: “...calm”.
Psychedelic imagery blasts now over ‘Steambreather’ by Mastodon, the chaotic kaleidoscope of sound and light heralding the arrival of Kurt Navarro; he’s dressed in his usual wrestling attire (tasseled leather pants, fur coat, Elvis glasses) Kurt is accompanied by his manager, Chet Diamond, a thin, wiry mass of grinning mania, biting down on a sizzling cigarette holder. The camera eventually pulls back to reveal Chet carrying his trusted five iron golf club over one shoulder as he encamps the ring. The muscular form of Kurt ‘skins the cat’ now as he enters the squared circle; his demeanour a wave of confidence intermixed with a radiating sense of pure determination.
“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, center 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 turns to his partner as they begin discussing strategy.
Zach Davis: And a rather odd pairing this is, but I suppose you could say the same for their opponents, the WCF Tag Team Champions Kid Dynamo and Teo Del Sol.
Freddy Whoa: The Ultimate Showdown Match has constantly left us with some rather strange Tag Champions. Oblivion and Alex Richards were the oddest I can remember.
Zach Davis: More so than Andre Holmes and Jayson Price?
Freddy Whoa: You mean Mushroom Mandingo? I loved those guys!
Zach Davis: I hate you.
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.
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 the bell.
The smooth, rhythmic electric guitar melody that begins “Delirium Trigger” creeps into the audioscape of the arena. For three iterations of the melody, little else happens; on the fourth, the melody builds to a sudden stop. At this stop, the lights in the arena go out and all that can be heard is a screech, and all that can be seen are the words “GOD MODE” suddenly presented on the big screen.
A single pyro burst timed with the downbeat brings the lights back up and a more aggressive guitar riff as the song continues; most importantly, Kid Dynamo is standing on the entryway. He stays there, looking out to the crowd with the smile on his face that you would expect to be the result of the receipt of cheers, when in fact the crowd is offering the opposite reaction.
The first verse begins, and on cue, Dynamo begins walking towards the ring while the cameras cut to anti-Dynamo signs that fans are holding up in the crowd. They cut back to Dynamo as he approaches ringside and enters the ring.
Zach Davis: Well we were just talking about them, now here they are. Kid Dynamo and Teo Del Sol, our Tag Team Champions.
Freddy Whoa: Neither of these two have seemed pleased with the situation they're in. Dynamo wanted nothing more than to stay the Television Champion and build his legacy through that belt. As for Teo, he had dreams of the World Title, especially after his career performance at XIII. Now they're teaming together as the tag champions and we don't know if they can work together.
Zach Davis: That's Ultimate Showdown for you!
Odin and Navarro in their corner staring down their opponents but still talking strategy while on the other side of the ring Dynamo and Teo seem to be more focused on bickering, with Dynamo trying to take the role of team leader. The normally cool headed Teo looking annoyed as Dynamo points to the apron, demanding Teo follow his lead. Teo begrudgingly steps out of the ring as it appears Odin will be starting for his team.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell sounds and Dynamo and Odin circle each other one time before Dynamo goes to his corner and slaps Teo on the chest. Dynamo out to the apron as Teo looks to him as if to say "Really?". Dynamo again arguing with Teo, telling him to get in the ring. Odin, done with this nonsense, makes his way across the ring. Teo to busy arguing to realize it until Odin is already in front of him. Odin grabbing Teo and launching him over the ropes and to the mat as Dynamo puts up his hands.
Freddy Whoa: And Dynamo showing his true colors, throwing his partner to the Nordic Tank rather than take him on himself.
Teo rolls on the mat and gets back up to his feet as Odin turns his attention to him. Odin making his way toward Teo, who's looking for an escape. He turns but Navarro is there on the apron, shaking his head. Teo turns back around into an uppercut from Odin that nearly lifts him off the mat. Odin with a right hand that spins him around and into the corner. Dynamo from the apron yelling orders to Teo as Odin delivers a rib punch. Teo fights back, throwing a right hand at Odin's head, but it's not enough as Odin responds with a right of his own.
Zach Davis: There's a tag to Navarro as Dynamo continues to belittle his own partner.
Navarro into the ring as Odin pulls Teo out of the corner and lifts him up in a gutwrench. Navarro off the ropes and hits a running forearm to the head before Odin spins and tosses Teo to the mat. The referee over to give Odin a warning but Balfore is already headed out of the ring. Teo rolls over onto his stomach to push himself up but Navarro connects with a double foot stomp to the back. Navarro now rolls him over for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout! But you notice Dynamo didn't even look like he considered breaking up the pin?
Zach Davis: I did see that, yes.
Navarro to his feet, pulling Teo up with him by the arm. Navarro shooting Teo toward the corner but Teo with the reversal, bringing Navarro back into a back elbow to the face. Kick to the back of the legs, followed up by a kick to the chest and then another elbow shot and Navarro caught off guard by the assault. Roundhouse kick to the head and Navarro goes down as Teo finally is back in control for his team. He looks to his corner and heads to finally tag Dynamo back in, but he drops off the apron and gestures to the ring as if to say "You got this!".
Freddy Whoa: Teo Del Sol needs a breather but Dynamo isn't giving him the chance!
Teo angrily pointing at the corner, demanding Dynamo get back here for the tag, while behind him Navarro leaps and makes the tag to Odin. Balfore back in the ring and again Teo doesn't realize what's coming until it's too late. Odin spins Teo around and slaps a hand around the throat. Dynamo making his way back to the apron as Odin lifts Teo up for Ragnarok. But Teo counters! Teo with a knee to the face and gets dropped back to the mat. Teo stumbles and leaps toward his corner, tagging in Dynamo before he can drop out of the way again.
Zach Davis: Tag! Dynamo is legal!
Teo rolls out onto the apron to catch his breath as Dynamo remains on the apron, shaking his head. Odin done holding his face and is now headed their way and Dynamo drops to the floor. Dynamo over to the announce table and he grabs his tag title as Odin grabs hold of Teo and drags him back in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What the- I think Odin still thinks Teo is legal!
Dynamo up on the ramp as Odin lifts Teo and slams him to the mat with Ragnarok. Odin goes for the pin but the referee is too busy doing a 10 count. Dynamo waves them all off and turns and heads to the back as Odin gets to his feet, trying to figure out what's happening.
Zach Davis: And that's the 10 count, Kid Dynamo has purposefully gotten himself counted out, leaving his partner to take a beating in his place.
The referee goes to raise Odin's arm but he pulls it away, clearly not happy that things ended the way they did. Slam goes to commercial with a shot of Dynamo on the stage, shaking his head at his partner.
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:41:20 GMT -5
The lights in the arena drop. There's silence as the crowd waits with a hushed breath at what's to come next. Suddenly the big screen lights up and a video of a calm, serene grassy hill plays. There's birds chirping. A butterfly passes by. The sun is shining high in the sky with only a few fluffy white clouds in view. The camera pans until it comes to a tree and the crowd gasps in horror as a hooded person is seen dangling from a branch by their feet with their arms bound by rope at the waist. The white hood covering their face is stained red with what we can only assume is blood. A voice finally speaks up, almost whispering just out of view of the camera.
Voice: "As I prepare for my return and the continuation of my mission, I sense that my messages are not being taken seriously. That my words are being lost as your narrow minds focus on the wrong men and women in this company. Well I shall not be ignored and I certainly will not stand for you all to disregard my message. You people need to wake up and I have just the thing to do that."
A large man wearing a royal blue hooded robe slowly makes his way into the view of the camera. We can't see his face but he turns toward the camera, almost as if waiting direction. He turns back to the figure hanging from the tree and rips away the white hood before turning and leaving. The crowd back in Utah gasps again, this time louder, as Jayson Price is revealed to be the one dangling beaten unconscious.
Voice: "This unfortunate soul will be the beginning of my mission in WCF. He will be the poster child for the reform that I am bringing. At Revenge you will once again know my name and you will never again forget it."
The video abruptly cuts as the arena lights come back on. Slam goes to commercial.
Post by WCF Results Account on Aug 13, 2018 23:42:42 GMT -5
WCF Television Title Match The Sixth vs Dune
Kyle Steel: And now, ladies and gentlemen, our MAIN EVENT of the evening!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF Television Championship!
“Predator” by Crisphy hits over the PA. Lights go all but out, smoke pours out at the entrance way while the tribal intro plays. Red lights flash and The Sixth and Mr. Kuzchida emerge from the darkness as the bass drops and random strobe effects go off.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...accompanied by Mr. Kuzchida...the CHALLENGER...THE SIXTH!
The Sixth walks to the ring in a full length, black, hooded robe. Led on a chain by Mr Kuzchida. He is disrobed, unleashed and ordered into the ring. He squats in his corner, awaiting instruction. Mr Kuzchida says something in an unknown language.
Zach Davis: The Sixth is coming off an upset win last week against “The Animal.” He’s looking to carry that momentum into yet another upset victory over Dune, this time for the TV Championship!
Freddy Whoa: After last week, he’s not as big of an underdog as you might expect. You’re looking at one of the fiercest competitors in the WCF, Zach, and here he is challenging for the TV Title in only his second 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, the WCF Television Title around his waist. 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...the REIGNING WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION….DUNE!
The ring glows amidst the darkness as he slides in and shoots to his feet. He removes the WCF Television Title from his waist and holds it in the air for all to see. He hands it to a ringside official then 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.
Zach Davis: The Sixth isn’t the only one coming off an impressive win. Dune managed to defend the belt against Kid Dynamo last week, no easy feat, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: You’re telling me. Dynamo was the most dominant TV Champ we’ve seen since John Rabid, but in the end Dune walked back up that ramp with the belt. Let’s see if he can do the same here tonight.
Zach Davis: Both competitors are in the ring, and -
Mr. Kuzchida points at Dune, who braces as Sixth charges him and nails him with a flying elbow to the face.
Zach Davis: THE SIXTH ATTACKING BEFORE THE BELL!
Sixth hits a series of rabid fire body shots before ducking a big right from Dune and knocking him back into the corner with a springboard roundhouse to the face. The ref gets Mr. Kuzchida out of the ring and calls for the bell.
DING - DING - DING
Zach Davis: And we’re officially underway!
Sixth continues laying into Dune with hard strikes, dodging all of Dune’s. He springboards over the top of a clothesline attempt and nails Dune in the back of the head with a flying knee, then lands on his hands and pushes himself backward so that the heels of his boots connect with Dune’s face when he turns around.
Freddy Whoa: Good lord! Sixth is on fire! His style is...well I’ve never seen anything like it. The way he moves, something about it makes me feel so...uncomfortable!
Dune shakes off the cobwebs as Sixth charges him again. Sixth lands a stiff oblique kick and ducks another right from Dune. Finally Dune sees red and lunges at Sixth, managing to grab him by the arm before he tosses him across the ring. Sixth is back on his feet in no time, and as Dune charges, he leaps onto the ropes for a springboard assault. But Dune is able to grab hold of him just as he hits the ropes, and he slams him awkwardly onto the mat.
Zach Davis: OOF! DEVASTATING slam that time by the TV Champ!
Dune deadlifts Sixth and slams him again, dropping a knee on his face for good measure. Mr. Kuzchida is furious at ringside, screaming in a foreign language and slapping the mat over and over. Dune lifts Sixth up but gets his hands knocked away. Sixth lands a stiff headbutt then goes to whip Dune across the ring. Dune reverses and holds onto Sixth’s arm, dropping him with a short arm clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: And it would appear that Dune has regained control of -
As Dune goes to lift Sixth up, he performs a corkscrew kip-up, somehow getting behind Dune before landing a hard kick to the back of Dune’s knee. Dune drops down as he attempts to spin around, but he’s not quick enough to avoid a spinning backfist from Sixth that drops him to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Sixth grabs hold of Dune’s arm and contorts it before wrenching away at it.
Zach Davis: That is ANYTHING but a conventional submission hold, Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: UGH! Like I said, Zach, this guy is incredibly uncomfortable to watch. He’s straight out of a horror movie. The things he’s doing shouldn’t be possible!
Dune writhes in pain for what seems like eternity, trying unsuccessfully to out maneuver Sixth. Finally he's able to power out of the hold. He snatches Sixth’s arms out in front of his body, and though Sixth tries to wriggle free, Dune is able to hit a double underhook belly to belly. Sixth slams into the turnbuckle and the top of his head slams into the mat. Dune follows up with a huge kick to the face before lifting Sixth up and gorilla pressing him to the floor.
Zach Davis: GOOD GAWD! No WAY Sixth is getting up from that!
Freddy Whoa: I’m afraid I’m going to have to concur, did you see how he landed?! No way he can -
But before Whoa can finish, Sixth is already climbing to his feet at the behest of Mr. Kuzchida. Kuzchida grins and shakes his finger at Dune as Sixth slides back into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What...the…f-
Zach Davis: The ref barely managing a four count by the time The Sixth recovers! Unreal!
Dune is shocked too, but it doesn’t show on his face. He glares at Sixth as the two circle each other, and the crowd noise reaches a fever pitch before the two finally lock up. Dune gets the upperhand, but when he goes for a lifting DDT, Sixth squirms out and drills Dune with a spinning back elbow. Dune stumbles backward and Sixth hits the ropes before laying him out with a somersault kick.
Zach Davis: DUNE IS DOWN! AND THE COVER!
Freddy Whoa: HE DID IT!
Zach Davis: NO! DUNE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT!
Sixth doesn’t let the near pinfall phase him, and he begins laying into Dune with kicks to the face and stomps to the throat.
Zach Davis: Oh come on ref, get in there!
Moses shouts at Sixth to cut it out, and when The Sixth won’t oblige, he goes to separate him from the downed Dune. As soon as Moses lays his hands on him though, he turns and begins attacking the ref.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! THE SIXTH HAS LOST IT! THAT’S THE END OF THIS ONE FOLKS!
Kuzchida is shouting at ringside as Dune finds his feet, and he manages to grab Sixth and toss him across the ring. The ref goes to call for the bell, but Dune stops him.
Zach Davis: Looks like Dune wants this match to go on!
Freddy Whoa: It’s gonna take some convincing! The Sixth just brutally assaulted the official, he deserves to be disqualified!
While Dune is pleading his case to Moses, Kuzchida slides a chair in the ring. The Sixth grabs hold of it, runs at Dune, and smashes him over the head with it. Dune stumbles forward into Moses, knocking him into the corner. Moses hits his head on the middle turnbuckle as he falls to the mat, knocking him out cold temporarily. Meanwhile Sixth continues to drill Dune with the chair.
Zach Davis: OH COME ON! THIS ISN’T RIGHT!
Freddy Whoa: YOU’RE TELLING ME, ZACH! DUNE SHOULD HAVE LET MOSES CALL THE MATCH, BUT NOW BOTH OF THEM ARE OUT COLD!
The Sixth places the steel chair on Dune’s head and turns around, walking around the ring as he catches his breath. A massive chorus of boos rains down on him as he contemplates his next move. Kuzchida yells something at him, and Sixth nods. He backs into the far corner, charges, and leaps high into the air.
Zach Davis: FLYING KNEE!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Dune comes to in time to roll out of the ring, causing Sixth’s knee to slam into the steel chair. He writhes in pain on the mat as Dune goes to slide back in. Kuzchida grabs hold of Dune’s leg though, preventing him from getting back in. Dune pushes himself back out of the ring and grabs hold of Kuzchida’s suit jacket before flinging him into the ring steps. The sight brings Sixth to, and he sprints toward the ropes before flying over the top, but Dune is there to catch him and slam him onto the floor.
Zach Davis: BAH GAWD! BAH GAWD!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Dune lifts Sixth up and rolls him back into the ring before following suit.
Freddy Whoa: LOOK AT THE SIXTH! HE’S STILL FIGHTING BACK! HOW IS HE STILL FIGHTING BACK?!
Sixth lands a stiff kick to Dune’s knee from the ground, then wriggles free of Dune’s grasp. Finally Dune nails him with a stiff kick to the ribs before capitalizing by snatching him up and climbing to the top rope with him. From the top turnbuckle, Dune lifts Sixth up and holds him in the vertical suplex position. The crowd noise is deafening before Dune finally leaps and plants Sixth with a top rope corkscrew piledriver.
Zach Davis: REAPER’S HOURGLASS! AND THE COVER!
DING - DING - DING
“The Pink Room” hits over the PA as Dune finds his feet.
Kyle Steel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...AND STILL WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION...DUNE!
The ref is still groggy, but he raises Dune’s hand before Dune is handed the belt. He holds it up for all to see before he exits the ring and starts back up the ramp.
Zach Davis: WHAT A MATCH! The Sixth proved he can hang with Dune, and that’s saying something!
Freddy Whoa: It took that rarely used finisher by Dune to finally put him down, anything else wouldn't have done the job! I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight what with having just watched The Sixth. He's unlike anything I've ever seen. This guy’s got a ton of potential, Zach, he’s the most brutal fighter we’ve seen in a long, long time.
Zach Davis: An attribute that inevitably pays dividends in this business. And with that, we’re -
Freddy Whoa: Wait a second! That’s James Wolf!
Wolf parts the curtain and walks toward Dune. He points toward him and motions as if running his hands along an imaginary belt on his waist. Dune continues walking up the ramp, and the two meet on the stage. They exchange some more words before Wolf decks Dune, who stumbles backward. The TV Title falls from his shoulders, and he picks it up and lays Wolf out with it.
Zach Davis: JAMES WOLF AND DUNE ARE HAVING IT OUT ON THE STAGE!
Freddy Whoa: WOLF’S GOT A TV TITLE SHOT AT REVENGE, AND APPARENTLY HE COULDN’T WAIT TO LET THE CHAMP KNOW HE’S COMING FOR HIM!
The two continue to brawl on the stage, trading punches and mount position as the crowd continues to lose their shit.
Finally a horde of security and enhancement talent rush in to break them apart.
Zach Davis: MY GAWD! BOTH JAMES WOLF AND DUNE JUST BEAT EACH OTHER BLOODY!
Freddy Whoa: THEY’RE IN FITS OF RAGE, AND THE BAD BLOOD BETWEEN THEM CAN ONLY BE CLEANSED AT REVENGE WHEN THE TV TITLE IS ON THE LINE!
Zach Davis: THAT’S ALL THE TIME WE HAVE FOR TONIGHT! TUNE IN NEXT WEEK! GOODBYE EVERYONE!
Security is still trying to keep Dune and James Wolf apart as Slam fades out.
Denise D'evil: Hey guys! Long time no see. Who's running the place right now?
Feb 10, 2019 9:13:12 GMT -5
Jayson Price: Tis I indeed. I mostly handle the shows, cards and other fed related stuff. Black acts as the main moderator/admin of the boards to ease my work load. And in a pinch, Singh is an Admin as well.
Feb 10, 2019 23:25:09 GMT -5
Jayson Price: No clue what he actually does though...
Feb 10, 2019 23:25:18 GMT -5
robertsimmons: Sorry for the last minute RP. I suck, guys.
Feb 10, 2019 23:55:48 GMT -5
Jayson Price: Hey you don't suck! You posted!
Feb 10, 2019 23:59:20 GMT -5
Speede: Yeah, I mean, guess who didn't?
Feb 11, 2019 0:00:38 GMT -5
Speede: Kidding, I actually wrote something this week.
Feb 11, 2019 0:00:47 GMT -5
WCF Results Account: Starting work on a card now, shouldn't be toooo long.
Feb 11, 2019 22:10:08 GMT -5
robertsimmons: Will have to apologize to those in my match this week. Due to my shifts being moved around this week, I haven't had the chance to really work on an RP this week. I'm sorry.
Feb 17, 2019 23:04:47 GMT -5
Matt Draven: Sorry everybody, I didn't get started until late and I ended up taking too much time on a different rp. Should you feel the need to reprimend me then feel free. At this point I would just be done with me. Sorry.
Feb 17, 2019 23:55:35 GMT -5
Teo Blaze: Teo for one has nothing but good things to say about you, for the record.
Feb 18, 2019 0:00:32 GMT -5
Morbid Wolf: Speede/Rabid vs Slayer/Far Cry done, and sent
Feb 18, 2019 9:54:01 GMT -5
John Rabid: Thank you mister wolf
Feb 18, 2019 11:43:50 GMT -5