Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 10:28:37 GMT -5
9/3/18 Live From Place Bell in Laval, Quebec, Canada
Slam fades in on not a raucous WCF Universe nor an opening video, but instead on a single image.
The photo then fades away as we cut to inside Place Bell, where the audience comes alive after a moment of silence and "Drunk and Crazy" by Mogwai starts playing. The camera then cuts to the announce table.
Zach Davis: ...really? That's the photo we went with to honor Burt Reynolds? Also, why are we honoring Burt Reynolds? He wasn't even a wrestler!
Freddy Whoa: You shut your mouth! That man was a national treasure!
Zach Davis: All right then. Welcome to Slam! We've got a great show for you all and-
Freddy Whoa: JUST CUT TO SOMETHING! I CAN'T STAND BEING SEEN LIKE THIS!
Zach Davis: I don't think we can just cut to som-
We cut to the backstage area where a heavily intoxicated Jayson Price is wandering the halls, loudly singing East Bound And Down in between sobbing and drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniels. Price pauses and looks up at the ceiling, raising a middle finger to the heavens.
Jayson Price: YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN ME YOU BASTARD! YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN ME!
We cut back to the announce table where Freddy can be seen with his back to the camera, obviously distressed.
Zach Davis: I...I'm not sure what to even say to that. Can we just start the show?
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 10:33:03 GMT -5
Amos vs Marlboro Man
"Ghetto Cowboy" Bone Thugs hits the PA Speakers as the crowd goes into a frenzy.
Marlboro Man casually comes out as his music plays while taking a deep smooth drag from his cigarette. He exhales the smoke into rings, and as they disperse into the the air, he gives us a sly grin. As he walks up the ring steps entering the ring he goes into the center and takes a long drag from the cigarette. Then with his eyes scanning around the audience he drops the cigarette smothering it with his boot. The audience is not sure what to make of it. Zip Windinger scurries into the ring to remove the cigarette butt as Marlboro Man looks disgusted as he awaits his opponent.
Zach Davis: Did we just get the symbolism that if this audience were cigarettes that Marlboro Man would stamp them all out?
Freddy Whoa: Did you take your meds today Zach because it looks like you're right on point!
Zach Davis: Freddy, it seems like we're in a vicious cycle. We always repeat something similar....
Freddy Whoa: I don't. But you're always looking for something to drudge up to mention this type of thing, or something else. It gets really tiring!
Zach Davis: Fred, we are just going to have to agree to disagree because its now time to move on!
'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 inside the ring and climbs up, raises both his hands and yells 'ALL WILL BOW'.
Freddy Whoa: Speaking of moving on here is the opponent of Marlboro Man. The man known as Amos! Now we have a high flyer facing a technical wrestler. Marlboro Man might have a chance if he can catch Amos!
Zach Davis: What makes you think he won't catch Amos Freddy? Surely this match can't be as one sided as you'd hoped it would be!
Freddy Whoa: The only thing one sided Zach are your opinions which don't even make sense half of the time!
Zach Davis: Hey, I make plenty of sense! How else am I able to carry this show on my shoulders?
Freddy Whoa: You don't carry this show on your shoulders! Nobody tunes in to watch you Zach. If they did it'd probably be a short night because our ratings would be in the shitter!
DING! DING! DING!
Marlboro reaches out to grab Amos but Amos hits the ropes quickly coming back with a drop kick to the knee of Marlboro. Marlboro goes down to one knee. Amos then kicks Marlboro directly in the face, and watches as he goes down. Amos follows up with an elbow drop but Marlboro rolls out of the way. Marlboro, then picks up Amos and locks in a guillotine choke! Amos is trying to counter but Marlboro counters again as Amos hits the mat on his stomach. Marlboro has Amos in the crippler cross face! Windinger asking Amos, and Amos yells no! Amos manages to roll over into a pinning combination. Windinger counts
Marlboro kicks out delivering a shoulder tackle that immediately takes Amos down!
Zach Davis: Looks like it hurt. Amos landed in a weird way. Marlboro with a vicious shoulder tackle that almost took Amos out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: It wasn't as bad as you make it out to be. You over exaggerate everything, but that's not surprising. It's exactly what you do!
Zach Davis: Are you going to pick apart every observation I make Freddy? Wait... don't answer that question!
Freddy Whoa: You're finally learning. It's too bad it took you this long. But then again you've never been the brightest crayon in the box Zach!
Zach Davis: I resent that!
Freddy Whoa: Resent it all you want. It's still true!
Amos recovers as Marlboro tries to attack with a clothesline. Amos runs to the other side of the ring ropes coming off with a back elbow. Marlboro with a wicked suplex, and Amos hits hard. Marlboro picks up Amos whipping him to the corner turnbuckle. Amos immediately pops up to the top turnbuckle. Amos tries for a missile drop kick, and Marlboro raises his knee as Amos hits rolling over to the edge of the ring. Marlboro bends down to pick up Amos. Amos rolls out of the ring pulling Marlboro out of the ring by the foot. Amos then picks up Marlboro, and throws him shoulder first into the ring steps. Amos rolls back into the ring. Marlboro slowly gets to his feet. Amos runs to the other side of the ring, and then does a moonsault over the top rope taking out Marlboro again. Amos then raises his arm as the audience cheers. Amos rolls back into the ring as Windinger counts
Marlboro is up and rolls into the ring. Amos runs at Marlboro, but Marlboro clutches Amos sending him over with fall away slam. Amos uses the ropes to pull himself up. Marlboro tries for a hip toss but Amos holds on to the ropes.
Zach Davis: Marlboro is starting to look frustrated now. That move didn't go quite as he expected.
Freddy Whoa: Now, you know how I feel when sitting next to you every week. You're commentary doesn't go as expected!
Zach Davis: There's that vicious cycle I was talking about!
Freddy Whoa: I'm fixing to have a vicious cycle of kicking your ass; if you mention that again!
Amos let's go of the ropes, and then climbs up on the top rope. Marlboro is quickly there for a super plex. Marlboro quickly follows with "Marlboro Red" as he then rolls over Amos rolling him up as Windinger counts.
Freddy Whoa: AND MARLBORO MAN WINS IN HIS DEBUT!
Marlboro celebrates the win and then leaves the ring as Amos struggles to get back to his feet. Suddenly the lights in the the arena go out as the crowd gasps. The lights pop back on and Scott Slayer is in the ring with a chair. The crowd reacts and Amos turns around and Slayer slams the chair into his gut before bringing it down on the back of his head. Amos drops to the mat as Slayer tosses the chair to the side.
Zach Davis: And this feud between Scott Slayer and Amos is heating up! These two do not like each other at all.
Slam goes to commercial as Slayer trash talks Amos some more before leaving the ring.
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 10:41:01 GMT -5
Ultimate Destroyer vs Red Dragon
A sweeping crane shot pans over screaming Quebecian fans before zeroing in on the announce booth.
Zach Davis: Welcome back everybody to Monday Night Slam! We’d like to take a moment tonight to thank the Laval Rocket of the American Hockey League for the use of their wonderful arena . A sold out ten thousand are in attendance here to witness one hell of a show, Freddy! Coming up is a titanic main event, it’s gonna be a Television title match for the ages between Kurt Navarro and the champion, Night Rider!
Freddy Whoa: This is match seven for Kurt Navarro, who hasn’t put a foot wrong in competition since arriving at Ultimate Showdown! If Kurt’s perfect streak continues tonight he’ll walk away from the Place Bell arena with not only the Corey and Gravedigger stones, but also and TV title!
Zach Davis: But first he’ll have to get past--
Suddenly, air raid sirens boom across the arena as two red laser beams cross their paths on the ramp. Plumes of dry ice roll in beneath the Jumbotron as a hulking frame motions from obscurity; screaming and spinning on the spot as it bellows on the stage.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Ultimate Destroyer has arrived! Jesus, Zack, the man is jacked!
Zach Davis: Destroyer’s a seven foot tall, four hundred pound extinction level event, and he’s out to consume another soul!
Ultimate Destroyer bounds down the ramp at speed, his ripped body shaking with crazed energy as he leaps over the top rope and enters the ring, the whole structure quaking as Destroyer’s feet land!
Zach Davis: Destroyer is sending a message, Freddy. The man is in the shape of his life!
Destroyer shakes the ropes like a man possessed as--
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 Dragon leans against the ropes!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Moser has his hands full tonight!
Destroyer bounds out of his corner with a clothesline attempt. Dragon rolls, then cartwheels away from another charge by Destroyer. Confidence swelling inside Red so he decides to test the big man with some kick attempts. Destroyer gets clocked with a roundhouse as Red springboards off the ropes for a flying forearm attempt but gets caught in mid air with a double chokeslam and is drilled into the map!
Zach Davis: Wow, what a drop!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Double chokeslam, now Destroyer is going for an elbow drop!
The elbow fails to connect as Red rolls out of the way and kips up to his feet. Dragon’s display of athletic prowess just seems to piss Ultimate off more as his eyes bulge with rage, surging forward as Red leapfrogs over Destroyer and hits a sling blade. Red goes for the cover
Red up, goes for a lionsault as--
Ultimate Destroyer with the knees up, Red rebounds off Destroyer’s legs as he stun guns himself off the ropes, rebounds backwards and is caught by Destroyer in a thunderous german suplex, Destroyer spikes it and drills the back of Red’s head into the mat!
Cover attempt on Red!
Zach Davis: You have to admire Red, to put up such a fight against a human bulldozer like Destroyer takes a lot of heart!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, and we might see some of that heart spread liberally all across the ring tonight if Destroyer gets his way!
Destroyer beals Red across the ring as he seeks to slow the pace of the match down. Destroyer running for a punt kick as Red kips and counters with a missile dropkick. Red lifts Destroyer up and goes for a DDT! Move connects as Red feels the tide of the match turning, Dragon climbs a turnbuckle and signals for the Nail in the coffin!
Zach Davis: Backwards 450 splash incoming!
Red launches himself off the top turnbuckle as Ultimate Destroyer leaps to his feet and catches a prone Dragon in mid air!
Ultimate Destroyer ragdolls Red around the ring with a vice like bear hug that squeezes the life out of Dragon. Dragon’s eyes begin to roll as his body fades, losing the will to resist. Eventually, Ultimate Destroyer locks in a package piledriver and spikes Red’s head into the mat!
Zach Davis: Wow, I can’t remember ever seeing Destroyer this focused!
Freddy Whoa: Red Dragon gave a good account of himself tonight, but Destroyer has reinvented himself over the last few weeks as this companies dark horse incarnate. I reckon that there’s a very real chance that Destroyer will shock the world this month at WAR! Very impressive win!
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 10:43:55 GMT -5
James Wolf vs Scott Slayer
Kyle Steele: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in at 230 pounds. Scott Slayer!
The arena is pitch black. Smoke is everywhere like a fog. Then the song Villain I’m Not by Three Days Grace plays. When the chorus comes on the lights go dark blue and he is making his entrance with a gas mask on. He’s walking down the entrance ramp in a slow but cryptic way. He enters the ring and takes the gas mask off and fire pyrotechnics erupt from the corners.
Kyle Steele: Introducing next. Hailing from Memphis, Tennessee. Topping the scales at 250 pounds, he is The Dark Avenger. James Wolf.
The lights in the arena go off as a racing heart beart can be heard, and then we hear Nightmare! As a spot light hits the top of the entrance ramp. There we see James Wolf standing there in the center. A close up camera pans in and James Wolf forcefully pushes it back.
As his entrance music begins he walks down the aisle way to the ring, and then stops before he actually gets to the ring. He looks around at the audience before him, and taunts them as they boo his entrance. James Wolf then gets up to the apron, as he forms his arms in the up yours position, before dropping them, and entering the ring through the middle rope. He then climbs up the corner turnbuckle, and raises both arms, before he again drops back down into the ring.
Zach Davis: This should be an interesting match-up. What do you think Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: About as interesting as it can be I guess.
Zach Davis: What do you mean by that?
Freddy Whoa: Nothing, lets just go to the ring.
The two men stand toe to toe as the referee goes over the rules and searches them for illegal items. They stare at each other until the moment the bell rings. Wolf starts things off by shoving Slayer backwards and then hitting him with a clothesline. Slayer hits the mat and the jumps right back up and hits Wolf with a kick to the midsection. Slayer connects with a lifting DDT and quickly goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: An early pin attempt here by Slayer but Wolf is too close to the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: He knows it too.
Before the ref can even begin counting he notices Wolf has his leg over the bottom rope and breaks up the pin. Slayer picks up Wolf and sends him flying into the ropes. Wolf ducks a clothesline coming off but gets hit with a dropkick the moment he comes off the ropes on the other side. The momentum carries Wolf over the top rope and onto the arena floor.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That had to do some damage.
Zach Davis: Slayer is climbing the ropes.
Slayer climbs to the outside part of the second rope and waits for Wolf to get to his feet before hitting him with a Suicide Dive on the arena floor. Slayer picks up Wolf and begins walking with him towards the ring. Wolf notices when they get close to the ring post and shoves Slayer into it with everything he has. Slayer hits the steel pole as Wolf tries getting back to his feet. The ref begins counting both wrestlers out.
Wolf gets to his feet and grabs Slayer. Wolf hits Slayer with a forearm smash before rolling him under the bottom rope. Wolf climbs through the ropes. Wolf grabs Slayer and connects with a shoulder breaker. Wolf begins hitting Slayer with a series of mud-hole stomps before dropping and hooking the leg. The ref slides into position and begins counting.
No, Slayer kicks out at the last second. Wolf turns and stares at the referee in disbelief. The ref says something to him and Wolf gets in his face. Slayer grabs Wolf by the trunks from behind and pulls him backwards. Slayer drops on top of him and hooks the leg as the ref slides into position and begins counting.
2, no Wolf gets the shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Both wrestlers are giving it all they've got.
Freddy Whoa: Of course, they know War is coming up and they want to get themselves noticed.
Zach Davis: I don't know why. Everyone is going to be in War.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, that had to leave a mark.
Slayer hits Wolf with a DDT and then climbs to the top rope. He attempts a suicide dive and Wolf rolls out of the way. Slayer slams into the mat and screams out in pain. Wolf doesn't have the strength to capitalize right away as he tries to shake out the cobwebs. Slayer gets to his knees just in time to receive a drop kick for all his hard work. Wolf picks up Slayer.
Zach Davis: This could be it here, Wolf has him in position.
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 10:47:57 GMT -5
Roy Speede vs Teo Del Sol
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.
Zach Davis: Roy Speede was so close to becoming the Hardcore Champion at Revenge.
Freddy Whoa: But he didn't let's move on.
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.
Zach Davis: Teo Del Sol has lost two straight matches.
Freddy Whoa: Let's get to the match.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Teo and Speede circle each other. Speede runs and hits a knee to the face of Teo. Teo rolls out of the ring and to the apron. Speede laughs as he taunts the crowd. Teo makes it to his feet and slingshots into the ring. He hits a head scissors takedown on Speede and goes for a quick cover.
Speede kicks out.
Zach Davis: Not a good look for Speede here.
Speede rolls out of the ring. He attempts to catch his breath. Teo slingshots over the top rope and hits a dropkick on Speede. He rolls Speede into the ring. Teo slingshots in and hits the Habanero High Dive and quickly goes for a cover.
Teo rolls out of the ring and smirks as he celebrates up the ramp. Speede looks on in shock.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! And Teo Del Sol just pulled off the win before fans could even get back to their seats. I can't believe it!
Slam goes to commercial as a frustrated Speede pounds his fist on the mat.
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 10:50:29 GMT -5
A Very Mustache Celebration
Mustache shaped balloons fill the ring as “Party in the USA” by Miley Cyrus plays and Ulysses Nabrow stands in the center of the ring introducing a slew of people making their way to the ring.
Ulysses Nabrow: Here’s the thing you don’t understand. Right now a plethora of wrestling legends are making their way to give you the world’s biggest swerve. Allow me to introduce to you.
16 time World Champion Dick Flareup The best heel in the history of wrestling “Rowdy” Rodney Pipeher The best Tag team in the history of wrestling Ass and Smash of Penetration Cawk and Animal of the Legion of Poon The Game, Triple A, Anders Arn Armstrong The king of hardcore Jackus Crack The American Cream Dusty Holes And a skinny cowboy bitch named JIMMY COYOTE!
The music stops as all of them share Zimquilas generously donated by Alex Richards. Then “Eye of the Tiger” Plays.
Ulysses Nabrow: Now introducing, the REAL AMERICAN. The most respected wrestler in the past, present or future. The man in which NONE of this would be possible. ARE YOU READY FOR ROIDMANIA TO RUN WILD IN YOU! Because here’s the thing you don’t understand… HERE CUMS ROID ROGERS!
The crowd cheers wildly as Rogers tears his shirt off and slaps the hands of everyone he can as he makes his way to the ring. The music screeches off then “Turbo Lover” by Judas Priest plays.
Ulysses Nabrow: And our main event tonight would not be possible if not for this woman, because he came from her vagina… THE MEANEST MAMA IN PAJAMAS… URSULA MUSTACHE!
Mama Mustache comes out wearing a mumu that is way too short. She raises both hands in the air exposing her ass and vagina and then she begins to shadow box. She then rubs her hand on her vagina and tries to slap the hands of the fans, with only a choice few accepting the greeting. She rolls into the ring as her mumu slides over her head. She pulls it back down and makes out furiously with Roid Rogers as her music stops and “At Last” by Etta James plays.
Ulysses Nabrow: And now, the man that this party is all about. The man who PINNED JAMES WOLF to WIN the 12 INCH IRON PENIS MATCH LAST WEEK… THE ELDEST LIVING MUSTACHE BROTHER… BUFF MUSTACHE!
Buff rips off his robe exposing his chiseled physique underneath. He points at his crotch where a picture of Morrigan Wolf is airbrushed on. He turns around and points to his ass where a picture of James Wolf is airbrushed on. He claps the hands of the adoring fans as he makes his way to the ring. He grabs the microphone.
Buff Mustache: It is an honor to be here tonight celebrating my victory with all of you fans. OH YEA!!
Crowd: OH YEA! OH YEA! OH YEA!
Mama Mustache: I don’t give a fawk what the officials say, my son WON the Iron Penis match last week. Just because they didn’t know the rules don’t mean that it’ ain’t true. I don’t need to Double D C F official to tell me that it’s true. So congratufuckulations to my piece of shit son. Now why don’t you all give my son the clap right now!
Mama starts applauding and the crowd joins in.
Papa Stache: Brother, my son here PENETRATED James Wolf’s wrestling record and showed him what it means to be a Mustache. SO WHATCHA GONNA DO WHEN BUFF MUSTACHE RUNS WILD IN YOU!
Buff Mustache: And that’s JUST what I did. I ran wild ALL IN James Wolf. I made him feel the deep penetration of pain and loss that only a Mustache could. I trained hard for that moment… I wasn’t flaccid for even a moment, and I was hard the entire match, because you know what they say… you don’t get hard, you…
Crowd: STAY HARD!
The crowd cheers as Buff Mustache bends over Jimmy Coyote and delivers pelvic thrust after pelvic thrust to the delight of the live audience.
“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold plays as James Wolf makes his way to the entrance ramp.
James Wolf: Very funny, another parody of a REAL wrestler. Your gimmick is getting old, Buff, and you’ve only been here for about a minute. You didn’t think that I would just sit back there and not join you in the festivities, did you? You know what? I’m sick and tired of watching you run that fat fucking mouth of yours like you’ve EARNED anything here. You wouldn’t be doing ANYTHING here if it wasn’t for your father who isn’t even good enough to be considered a has-been… he’s a never-was!
Papa Stache: WHERE’S MY BASS GUITAR… LET ME AT HIM!
Rogers is held back by the Legion of Poon.
Buff Mustache: (still thrusting into Coyote) You sound like a big tough man from all the way down there. Why don’t you cum here and say that?
James Wolf: I’m not stupid, I know that your so called legends would jump me the second I step into the ring. I know that even I couldn’t overcome 20-1 odds like that, but you know what. If you want to celebrate so much why don’t you put your money where your mouth is…
Mama Mustache: MONEY? HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE MUSTACHE FORTUNE?
James Wolf: Mustache Fortune? I don’t need your prostitute money; I’ve got an 845 THOUSAND dollar Porsche in the parking lot right now. That car is worth more than all of your life insurance policies combined! No, I’m talking about WAR. War is in just 3 weeks. Since you seem to find it fun to write checks that your ass can’t cash… so how about this check? Why don’t we fight again but this time we make it interesting? Whoever LOSES has to enter the War match at #1!
The crowd cheers at this prospect.
Mama Mustache: Shut the fawk up you piece of shit. My boy Buff accepts that challenge and he will fuck you up!
James Wolf: Haha… very well. Enjoy your party. If you can. HIT IT!
The lights in the arena shut off leaving only the emergency lights as all music and festivities in the ring come to a complete stop. James Wolf’s music, “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold, plays again as the lights come back on from the generators to see a group of upset old men and women in the ring nervous about the dark.
Zach Davis: Finally, it was about time someone stopped these shenanigans.
Freddy Whoa: I wonder if Buff knows what he just accepted. No one has EVER stepped into War at #1 and won the whole thing. This is a big undertaking.
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 11:03:15 GMT -5
Very Big Spaniards vs Samuel McPherson/Lord Raab Special Guest Commentator: Eccentrix
Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's time for one of the more controversial matches of the night. We have The Very Big Spaniards squaring off against The Monstimals, Samuel McPherson and Lord Raab. This is definitely a contest worthy of a Tag Team Title match, but technically The Monstimals aren't the Tag Champions.
Freddy Whoa: That's right, Davis! Eccentrix and McPherson are actually the Tag Team champs. So this whole situation is crazy! Are they still the champions or is WCF management just awarding the titles to The Monstimals?
Zach Davis: You got me! And to make matters even more confusing, Eccentrix is scheduled to be here at ringside with us...
Freddy Whoa: What the...When did this happen?!
Zach Davis: Well it was scheduled, Freddy. That implies that we should have known about this right from the beginning.
Freddy Whoa: Honestly I've been so excited for the Navarro and Night Rider match tonight that I probably forgot...well that and I just came back from the Sex & Drugs Donkey Party...
Zach Davis:...what the hell is that?
Freddy Whoa: Let's just say that it is and isn't exactly what it sounds like...
Zach Davis: …umm…
"Making a Difference" by CFO$ plays as the pair make their way onto the stage and receive boos from the crowd.
Zach Davis: The Very Big Spaniards are making their way down to the ring with their usual reception. How do you like their chances tonight Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: Well a lot of the focus is on the Tag Team title situation, so that might actually give The Very Big Spaniards the chance to catch their opponents off guard!
Zach Davis: Great point, Freddy. They’ll soon have a very irritated, whiny and annoying Eccentrix here at ringside. Who knows how his presence will affect this showdown!
El Gran Grande screams obnoxiously at the crowd, shouting various Spanish words as he very slowly skips down to the ring. The pair get into the ring and catch their breath.
“Monster and Animal I Have Become (mash up)” by Skillet and Three Days Grace play over the sound system as Samuel McPherson and Lord Raab come through the curtain with Henry Losak behind them as they walk side by side together to the ring.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, business is about to pick up! What must be going through the minds of The Monstimals right now?
Freddy Whoa: Well this is what Samuel McPherson wanted. He wanted to win the titles with his team. Right now they are walking out with the belts, champions or not I guess.
Zach Davis: I have no idea, but I have a feeling The Very Big Spaniards will also be putting in a bid for a Tag Title shot if they can beat The Monstimals.
The Monstimals ignore the fans as they step over the top rope together while Henry goes through the middle rope. Raab and Samuel do a holdup in the ring with the fans booing on them as Henry steps out of the ring with Raab and Samuel stand in the ring waiting for the match to start.
“Bright Lights” by Gary Clark plays and Eccentrix slowly walks out to a mostly negative reaction. Gone are the gold attire and golden showers. Eccentrix comes out in a red muscle shirt and black pants, staring a hole into Samuel McPherson as he takes him time heading towards the ring.
Freddy Whoa: This is definitely a new look for Eccentrix!
Zach Davis: He looks very focused and, quite frankly, pissed off. I highly doubt he’s not going to have a hand in the outcome of this match.
Samuel exchanges glances as Eccentrix reaches the end of the aisle and faces the ring. The two stare each other down for a few seconds until Lord Raab comes up behind Samuel holding both titles in the air. Both parties exchange words until The Very Big Spaniards attack the Monstimals from behind. Eccentrix smirks and makes his way to the commentators’ table.
Zach Davis: That distraction cost them early on and that may be the story of the night as Eccentrix joins us at ring side.
After a few seconds the referee is able to sort out the action a bit and points for El Ainsley and Lord Raab to go to their respective corners. They refuse at first, but reluctantly head out, leaving Samuel McPherson and El Gran Grande in the ring. The two size eachother up a bit before they lock up to start the match. El Gran Grande is able to lock on a side choke, which McPherson reverses by using his strength to push him into the ropes. McPherson looks for the Clothesline but El Gran Grande ducks the attempt and continues to bounce on the other rope. El Ainsley blind tags just as Samuel turns around and blasts El Gran Grade with his intended Clothesline. He doesn’t know El Ainsley is the legal man, which leaves him open for a German Suplex. Samuel favors his neck as El Ainsley celebrates. He positions himself over Samuel and drops a huge leg drop.
Zach Davis: That’s a lot of weight all focused on the chest of Samuel!
Eccentrix: He dropped to the mat quick with that move. It’s like he dropped his Twinkie and tried to get it before his fat ass brother got it…
Zach Davis: Wow, it’s nice to see you finally got your headset working there.
Eccentrix: Yeah, I was very focused on Samuel getting his ass kicked in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I can’t imagine what is going through your mind right now.
Eccentrix: It’s simple, this man took everything away from me. Well not him personally, but his actions were definitely the catalyst. Everything was going wrong in my life and then when one thing goes right, he steals my tag team title. I feel like I’ve been disowned from his lame ass family.
Zach Davis: What do you plan…
The action picks up as Samuel starts to comeback as against El Ainsley. He hits him with a hard right and left before kicking him in the gut to attempt a powerbomb.
Freddy Whoa: Samuel is one of the few guys that can probably lift that guy!!!
Before Samuel could lift El Ainsley, Eccentrix pops up and looks like he’s about to run into the ring. Samuel releases El Ainsley and meets Eccentrix at the ropes before he could slide in. Eccentrix yells at Samuel and is clocked by Lord Raab, who had taken the time to run over to the action. The referee runs outside to attempt to break up the action.
Freddy Whoa: All hell is gonna break loose!
El Gran Grande hits Samuel with a low blow from behind before whipping him into the corner. He charges at him and hits a big splash. A groggy Samuel stumbles out of the corner and gets hit with a belly to belly suplex.
Zach Davis: The Enorme Combo!!!!! They used the distraction to their advantage!!!!
El Ainsley goes for the cover, but has to wait for the ref to realize what’s going on. The referee finally turns around and slides back into the ring.
Samuel kicks out just before the ref can can to three. Lord Raab realizes Samuel needs a tag and heads back to his corner. Eccentrix holds his side and laughs as he heads back to commentary.
Zach Davis: Well I bet you’re proud of yourself…
Eccentrix: Yeah that was fun. He’s lucky his little boyfriend was there to save the day. I was actually gonna stop this match and stomp a hole in his ass. But I think it will make me happier to see them get their asses kicked by Los Fat Asses. I don’t need to interfere in this match at all for the outcome to be in my favor.
El Ainsley tags in El Gran Grande and they both grab either arm of Samuel and whip him into the ropes. As he comes back, they both wrap their hands around his neck and complete a Double Chokeslam. Lord Raab is smashing the turnbuckle, trying to pump up Samuel to make the tag.
Eccentrix: That’s what you get! Call yourself “The Animal”? You’re being neutered in the ring in front of everybody! All because you couldn’t accept the fact that you needed me to win those tag titles! I never liked you, but I would’ve had your back! What’s Raab doing for you now, huh? I would’ve had these two laid out already! Where’s your…
El Gran Grande goes for a running dolphin dive but Samuel rolls out of the way.
Zach Davis: Thank God he avoided that one!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah he was about to be flattened out!
Samuel struggles to his feet from all the weight that had been dropped on him during the course of the match, as El Gran Grande struck his head with a few punches. Samuel absorbed the punches and out of nowhere hit a hard uppercut that almost took El Gran Grande off his feet. Just as he was about to capitalize, El Ainsley smashed him hard from his corner.
Zach Davis: Cheap shot!
Eccentrix: He should be paying attention to where he’s standing in the ring…
Samuel favors his neck for the second time in the match as El Gran Grande tags in El Ainsley. They both work him over before whipping him into the ropes again.
Eccentrix: They’re gonna lay him out with another chokeslam…
Samuel comes back and leaps high into the air and hits a double clothesline. The big men aren’t taken off their feet, but stand dazed.
Zach Davis: It’s gonna take more than that to take these super heavyweights off their feet!
Eccentrix: He just doesn’t have what it takes.
Samuel gets angry and hooks up both wrestlers, positioning for a double vertical suplex.
Zach Davis: There is no way!
Freddy Whoa: He’s not gonna…
Samuel lets out an almost warcry as he lifts the two behemoths into the air and drops them.
Zach Davis: That was incredible!!!
Freddy Whoa: I can’t believe my eyes!
The Very Big Spaniards are just as shocked as they roll on the mat trying to stand up. Samuel drags himself across the mat trying to reach for the tag. Lord Raab stands on the rope and stretches out. The Very Big Spaniards attempt to crawl and grab his legs, but he kicks each one in the face. He leaps into the air for the tag, but finds Lord Raab has been pulled off the apron. Lord Raab head slams onto the ground as Eccentrix smiles and looks back to Samuel.
Zach Davis: He said he wouldn’t have to interrupt the match! Why is he not disqualified? The ref is blind!
Eccentrix laughs as El Gran Grande stomps Samuel and puts him into a “Lucha” cloverleaf. El Ainsley signals and then punt kicks Samuel.
Zach Davis: Grande Batea!!!
The referee goes for the count as El Ainsley goes for the cover.
Lord Raab jumps in and breaks the count at the very last second.
Zach Davis: His partner saved him just in time!
Freddy Whoa: Definitely teamwork fitting of tag team champions right there.
Eccentrix hears Freddy Whoa and is fuming. He grabs a chair from under the ring, slides in and smashes it over the referee. He then smashes it over Lord Raab. Before The Very Big Spaniards could react, he smashes the chair over each of them. He throws the chair at Samuel’s feet, just as Samuel stands up.
Eccentrix: There you go, get the cover and take the win! I don’t see Lord Raab doing that for you.
Eccentrix leaves a pissed off Samuel in the ring and heads backstage. McPherson looking down at El Ainsley and then at the referee. He pulls the referee over and shakes him awake before making the cover.
Zach Davis: And The Monstimals get the win...although not the way they wanted, I'm sure.
Freddy Whoa: This situation involving Eccentrix and McPherson and now Lord Raab has reached a point where I have no idea how it will end. We've seen odd tag team pairings before that couldn't coexist, but these two outright hate each other.
Zach Davis: I can't wait to see what happens next with them!
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 11:10:43 GMT -5
Alex Richards/Bonnie Blue vs Jesis Kryst/Estrella Luiz
Zach Davis: Well that last match was certainly something else, Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: That's one way of putting it, Zach. And tonight we've got back-to-back tag team action as the Dark Carnival’s leader Jesis Kryst teams up with newcomer Estrella Luiz to take on number one contenders for the tag titles, the Guardians!
The arena lights darken and a hush falls over the crowd as “Carnivore" by Starset hits the speakers. A slow tempo sets the pace for flashing strobes as the guitar kicks in. Spotlit in dim blue, thick fog billows up from the stage; then clears, to reveal the Guardians -- Alex Richards and Bonnie Blue -- their arms raised high to a cheering audience. Bonnie sprints down the aisle, high-fiving and fist-bumping fans along the way, while Alex follows at a more sedate pace, stopping at ringside to chug from his drinking boot. In tandem, the pair climb into the ring; the Daughter of Time immediately leaps onto the nearest turnbuckle as the Archduke of Mass Confusion circles the ring, as the crowd chants "GUAR-DI-ANS! GUAR-DI-ANS!!" And once more, in unison, Bonnie and Alex lift their arms high overhead to an explosive pop before going to their corner to await the bell.
Kyle Steele: The following match is a tag team match, scheduled for ONE FALL! First to the ring, at a combined weight of four-hundred seventy-seven pounds; from Chicago, Illinois -- The Time Witch, Bonnie Blue and the Archduke of Mass Confusion, Alex Richards -- THE GUARDIANS!
Zach Davis: You gotta think the advantage lies with this experienced, decorated team, Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: That's true, Zach, but their opponents have already proven they're gonna be tough to beat!
Kyle Steele: And their opponents! First, at six feet, seven inches and weighing in at three-hundred seventy-five pounds, from the Dark Carnival -- The Savior, JESIS KRYST!!!
The lights in the arena go completely out as we hear what sounds like a music box. A huge explosion happens as we see "The Savior" in a spotlight as "Oblivion" by Mastodon begins blaring. He walks slowly to the ring as he looks around. The words "Who Will Be Saved Next" appear on the tron with a running blood effect. He slides in the ring and smirks as he awaits his opponent.
Zach Davis: Kryst has made it pretty clear he's not impressed with the Guardians, and that attitude is on full display here tonight!
Freddy Whoa: That could be a mistake on his part, Zach -- but he does look like a guy who can hold his own against someone like Alex Richards!
The lights in the arena cut off for a brief second before bright nightclub and strobe lights flash to the beat of "Watch Me" by Zendaya and Bella Thorne fills the air.
Kyle Steele: And his partner, at four feet eleven inches tall and a fighting weight of ninety-five pounds; from Hollywood, California -- ESTRELLA LUIZ!
Estrella Luiz's silhouette can be seen behind a curtain as she bounces up and down, beginning to let the music take over her. The curtain drops as Estrella drops into a split, blowing a kiss to the fans. The crowd starts cheering wildly and dancing with Estrella as she stands up, dancing her way down the ramp. She runs around the ring, high fiving fans before sliding into the ring. Once in, she waves and dances along to the music as it dies down, bouncing as awaits her opponent.
Zach Davis: The youngest and least experienced wrestler in the ring, Estrella is all heart! And listen to this crowd! They love her!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, Zach, she's a firecracker, but is that heart gonna be enough to overcome these Guardians?
*DING! DING! DING!*
After some brief discussion, Alex slips through the ropes while Bonnie stalks to meet Jesis Kryst.
Zach Davis: The de facto leaders of both teams starting things off here. Kryst looking to tie up --
Freddy Whoa: But looks like he about to get tore up! Blue with a kick to the gut and the big man doubles over.
Zach Davis: He was not expecting that, Freddy!
Bonnie flips over Kryst’s back and immediately goes for a chickenwing! Kryst powers out and spins her around -- into a hard right fist that sends the Daughter of Time staggering back to her own corner.
Freddy Whoa: Quick tag in by Alex Richards! Both big men in the ring, trading punches while Bonnie takes a moment to collect herself.
On the outside, one hand clasping the tag rope, Estrella works the crowd, getting them excited for the action inside the ring. Kryst gets an early upper hand over the Archduke, lifting him straight up before dropping with him to the mat!
Zach Davis: Big vertical suplex from the Savior, and the first cover of the match!
ONE . . .
Freddy Whoa: Only a one count as Alex Richards kicks out and pops right back to his feet. Look at that grin on his face, Zach! That is anything but friendly and I'm glad I’m not the one he's got his sights on!
A forearm smash to the face dazes Kryst as Alex pulls him into a knee to the midsection. Hooking both arms, he raises Jesis up -- just to bring him crashing back down across his knee!
Zach Davis: Picture perfect butterfly backbreaker from Alex Richards and he returns the favor with a cover of his own!
ONE . . .
Freddy Whoa: Another one count as the Savior gets a shoulder up! This might look like wasted effort, but both these men know that every near fall wears your opponent down!
Zach Davis: Good point, Freddy! Richards now manhandling Jesis Kryst into the Guardians corner, where Bonnie Blue is already perched on the top turnbuckle! We're about to see that almost telepathic connection that makes these two such a formidable team!
Kryst realizes the danger he's in and tries to fight free, but Richards rocks him with a solid chop to the throat. He pulls the Savior up for a powerbomb, and Blue dives off the top rope with an elbow drop to the face!
Freddy Whoa: Through Time and Space -- and damn near through the canvas! That's a trademark Guardian double team technique and let me tell you, it is devastating! Richards going for another pin!
Zach Davis: But Estrella Luiz with the save! In a complete disregard for personal safety, she just dove in there to break up the pin!
The official is right there to send Luiz back to her corner as both men return to a vertical base. A fast, savage eye rake by Jesis catches Richards off guard as Kryst lifts the Archduke for a powerslam, still near the Guardians corner. Freddy Whoa: Blind tag from Bonnie Blue! Kryst doesn't see it, but the ref did! Richards fighting his way out of danger! And a double superkick from the Guardians sends the Savior to a neutral corner!
Zach Davis: They call that the Inside Joke, Freddy! And who's laughing now?
Freddy Whoa: It for sure ain't Jesis Kryst, Zach!
As Richards returns to the outside, Bonnie takes a run at Kryst and nails a big splash in the corner.
Zach Davis: Corner splash from the Hardcore Queen, but he's barely feeling the impact! She backs up for another go -- and hits that one, too!
Freddy Whoa: One more could do the trick!
Zach Davis: Bonnie is thinking the same thing and this crowd is on their feet, cheering her on! Bonnie with a third splash!
Freddy Whoa: Not this time! Kryst moves out of the way at the last possible second! Blue hits those turnbuckles hard!
Seeing his opportunity, a winded Jesis Kryst takes full advantage of the situation. He grabs a fistful of blonde hair and slams Bonnie's face into the turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: Lucky for her he didn't remove that padding first! Bonnie is reeling, but the damage could be much worse!
Freddy Whoa: It might be, still, Zach! Kryst turns Blue around to deliver a solid chop to her chest!
Zach Davis: And another!
Freddy Whoa: A third one!
Zach Davis: And one more as the official moves in to warn him off!
Freddy Whoa: Kryst still in full control, and Bonnie looking a little worse for the wear! Here comes a powerbomb -- if he hits this it could be over!
Bonnie Blue isn't about to go down that easily, however, and rains down elbows on Kryst’s head like there's no tomorrow, forcing him to release her. Blue sprints to her own corner and dives for Alex Richards’ outstretched hand!
Zach Davis: Here comes the Archduke! On the attack with a short-arm lariat -- but the Savior ducks! Kryst with a lariat of his own, and it connects!
Freddy Whoa: Gonna take more than that to faze an enraged Alex Richards though! He shakes it off and Kryst gets fed a big boot for his effort! He hits the mat and Alex wastes no time rolling him up!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Zach Davis: And a kickout by Jesis Kryst!
Still firmly in control, however, Alex pulls Kryst up with one meaty hand wrapped around his throat and choke tosses his opponent toward a waiting Bonnie Blue -- who springboards off the ropes and drags Kryst down with a bulldog!
Freddy Whoa: Isaac Newton’s Law! There's that Guardian dominance on display! Blue back to the outside just in time for Alex to tag her back in!
She rushes in and immediately goes for a cover, but Kryst shoves her off before the official can even start the count. Bonnie pops up and comes back to trade hands with Kryst.
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue may be tough as hell, but this is not where she wants to be right now!
Which she finds out when a fist catches her under the jaw. Kryst grabs her around the neck and drops the Time Witch with a chokeslam. Then, pulling her to her feet, Kryst whips Blue into the Dark Carnival corner. With a hard slap of the hand, Jesis finally allows his partner into the match.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Estrella! Off the ropes -- hurricanrana to Bonnie Blue! A quick cover!
ONE . . .
Zach Davis: And Blue kicks out with authority! But Luiz isn't done yet! Luiz hits ropes, and it's a tornado DDT!
Freddy Whoa: No! Countered! Russian legsweep!
As Estrella hits the canvas, Bonnie transitions into a crossface chickenwing.
Zach Davis: Crossface chickenwing, locked in, and Blue really putting on the pressure here!
Pain is written all over Luiz’s face as she struggles, looking for a way out of the hold. Bonnie locks down tighter, and the official checks on Luiz, who shakes her head vigorously, refusing to tap.
Freddy Whoa: That's the heart of a warrior, right there, Zach! No matter how much strain Bonnie puts on her, the little lucha ain't even thinking about giving up!
Zach Davis: And here comes her partner! Kryst with a brutal kick that forces Bonnie to let go!
Freddy Whoa: Alex Richards joining in!
Zach Davis: Fists are flying in the middle of this ring! It's chaos!
Freddy Whoa: Absolute mayhem, Zach, and the official can't seem to restore order!
The brawl continues for several moments as the crowd goes insane! All at once, the two Guardians send Kryst and Luiz over the ropes and out of the ring! A glance is exchanged. Bonnie grins with mischievous intent and nods to her partner. As their opponents find their feet, the Guardians launch themselves to the outside, crashing into Luiz and Kryst and taking them to the ground again!
Zach Davis: Double suicide dives from the Guardians! All four wrestlers down on the outside!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! <clap clap clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME! <clap clap clap-clap-clap>
Freddy Whoa: Listen to that crowd, Zach! They're really getting their money’s worth tonight! Richards and Kryst picking up where they left off on the outside of the ring!
Zach Davis: Don't forget, Freddy, that the two ladies are legal right now!
The official warns the legal participants to get back in the ring. Luiz is first to her feet and climbs back into the ring. Bonnie is right behind her -- but gets sent back out with a baseball slide that sends her crashing into the crowd barricade!
Freddy Whoa: The Hardcore Queen slams into that steel barrier! But back up and shaking it off, Bonnie Blue comes right back for more!
Zach Davis: Blue jumps up onto the apron and catapults herself over the ropes -- only to be met with a Pele kick that puts her flat on her back! Luiz with the pin!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie with a shoulder up! She pops back to her feet -- and slaps the taste right out of Estrella’s mouth!
Meanwhile, the brawl on the outside comes to an end as Alex Richards launches Jesis Kryst into the ring steps to another loud cheer from the audience, before returning to the Guardians corner.
Bonnie pulls a shocked Estrella into a stunner and drops down to roll her up!
Zach Davis: A roll-up, but only a one-count! Kryst breaks up the pin, but gets sent right back to his own corner! Arguing with the official now, and Blue takes advantage of the distraction to drag Luiz toward a waiting Alex Richards!
Bonnie tags in her partner and promptly cinches in the Time Lock, while Alex applies a crippler crossface!
Freddy Whoa: It's That Totally Illegal Submission Thing!
Zach Davis: But the referee spots it and hurries to restore order! The Guardians take full advantage of the ref’s count, waiting until four before Bonnie releases her hold and exits the ring.
In firm control, but not really interested in Luiz, Alex choke tosses his opponent toward the Dark Carnival corner and points to Kryst, taunting him. Jesis Kryst tags in, and the two big men charge across the ring! They collide, launching fists at each other with wild abandon.
Freddy Whoa: Alex Richards ends the fight almost as quick as it started with a stiff lariat that sends the Savior stumbling toward a neutral corner!
Richards follows him into the corner and climbs the turnbuckles, pulling Kryst up with him. With a mighty heave, Alex lifts Kryst for a powerbomb, driving both knees into the Savior’s back on the way down!
Zach Davis: Sanity Slip! Alex Richards drops Jesis Kryst with the Sanity Slip, and this match is over! He hooks the leg!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
THREE ! ! !
*DING! DING! DING!*
Freddy Whoa: And that's it! The Guardians prove once again what makes them such a dominant force in tag team wrestling!
Bonnie and Alex celebrate their victory as “Carnivore” by Starset thunders throughout the arena. They finally exit the ring and head to the back. Estrella Luiz heads to the back as "Sleazy" by Ke$ha hits the PA system. Kylie Moore and Lilianna Rose step out from behind the curtain. They look at Estrella before heading to the ring. They help Jesis to his feet before smirking at each other. They hit a double super kick on him and roll him out of the ring. They ask for microphones.
Lilianna Rose: We don't need smoke and mirrors or clowns to get our points across. We are not some silly gimmick.
Kylie speaks in quick order.
Kylie Moore: You all need to realize that it is better to be hated for who you are than to be loved as someone you are not. We have had a true awakening. We are ALWAYS going to be Fourgasm. Because quite simply... we are...
The ladies speak in unison as they look at Jesis.
The ladies drop their mics as they roll out of the ring. The camera cuts to the announce table.
Zach Davis: I guess Fourgasm is back!
Freddy Whoa: Good, I was getting tired of the jokes they were becoming!
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 11:12:45 GMT -5
Kennedy Matthews Segment
Backstage we see Kennedy Matthews looking down a bit almost like she is lost in thought. She looks at the camera and speaks.
Kennedy Matthews: Last week I took Stephen Singh to the limit and I came very close to beating him. He had to work for his victory. He will never admit it but I feel like I earned his respect. I am a bit humbled. He showed me that as good as I am... I am not invincible and with War upcoming I have to re-evaluate my gameplan. Thank you Stephen. Our paths will cross again and I will make sure I defeat you. You haven't seen the last of me. WCF, prepare...for...WAR!
Kennedy walks off as the words "British Invasion" are shown on the screen with a Bristish flag in the background.
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 11:14:27 GMT -5
Noble Savage vs Kid Dynamo
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: Dynamo looks so much lighter.
Freddy Whoa: Wouldn't you be if you didn't have to carry someone else around?
Zach Davis: Need a manpon Freddy?
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 Noble Savage 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 "You Don't Even Exist To Me!" being screamed by her voice, then the lights come back on and the music resumes. Noble Savage is 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.
Zach Davis: Noble has had her sights set on the World Title as of late.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah but Karma Bishop has had her eyes on it as well.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Noble circles the former tag team and television champion as if plotting her first move in her head. She lunges at Dynamo who kicks her in the head. Noble rolls to the ropes and uses them to get up. She shakes her head a bit and runs at Dynamo hitting a clothesline. Dyanmo is up quickly and runs into a second clothesline. Quickly to his feet again he ducks under a third clothesline but is met with a spinebuster by Noble.
Zach Davis: Oh that had to hurt?
Freddy Whoa: Oh yeah. Because she weighs like fiteen pounds.
Back in the ring, Noble on the offensive lifts Dyanmo up by his hair. She headbutts him and hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. She ricochets back but is caught by a dropkick from Dynamo. Dynamo goes for a cover.
Dynamo lifts Savage up almost toying with her. Both competitors make it to their feet. Dynamo a split second earlier. He runs and attempts the Bad Luck Charm, his version of a running Enziguri but in mid air Noble catches him and slams him down in a facebuster. She locks in the God Caller and Kid Dynamo taps out almost immediately. Savage holds on for a bit before breaking the hold and celebrating her victory.
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 11:16:52 GMT -5
Stephen Singh 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.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Making her way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 130 pounds...KARMA BISHOP!
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.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent...
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!
Singh takes his place in his corner, rubbing his hands over his Hardcore Title as he ignores the fans boos. He finally undoes the straps and places the title out on the apron as the referee signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Bishop sprints across the ring and delivers a knee to the ribs of Singh, who was still trying to put his title on the apron. Singh caught up in the ropes as Bishop continues with the knees, only stopping to avoid getting disqualified.
Zach Davis: And some aggression right out of the gate by the Dark Queen. We've seen her violent side before but she didn't even let Singh get ready before attacking him!
Freddy Whoa: Well can you blame her? Singh had some rather nasty things to say about her and Kevin earlier this week leading up to this match.
Singh up in the corner and he's demanding the referee disqualify Bishop for the dirty tactics. The referee listening to the shouting but allowing things to continue as Bishop grabs Singh and yanks him out of the corner before delivering a kick across the midsection. Bishop hits the ropes and delivers a bulldog to a doubled over Singh before rolling him over for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout! And Bishop really taking it to Singh early on here.
Bishop to her feet as Singh is trying to do the same. Bishop stopping him early though, with a shot to the back of the head before pulling him in. Bishop with an exploder attempt but Singh counters with a headbutt. Bishop forced to release him and Singh grabs her by the hair before violently sending her face first to the mat.
Zach Davis: Dear lord that wasn't pretty!
The referee not all amused by the hair grabbing and he lets Singh know just that with a firm finger in the face and a few choice words. Singh playing the innocent victim, hands up in the air and all. Bishop pushing herself up and Singh delivers a kick to the back of the head, forcing her back down. The crowd boos, to which Singh taunts them and then waves them off. Stephen taking his time as he reaches down to pull Bishop up and she surprises him with a roll-up from out of nowhere.
Freddy Whoa: Singh caught off guard but manages to kickout at two!
Singh scrambles back up to his feet and tries to go for a clinch on Bishop, but she breaks free and hits a shot under the chin. Chop across the chest and then Singh is sent into the corner. Bishop follows him and leaps, connecting with a splash in the corner as Singh is left hanging on the ropes to keep himself up.
Zach Davis: Karma Bishop fully in control of the Hardcore Champion here, Singh looking like he has no idea where he is.
Bishop grabbing hold of Singh and pulling him from the corner before climbing up onto the second rope. Singh trying to shake it off as he turns around and Bishop leaps at him.
Freddy Whoa: ODE TO THE BLACK DEATH!
Bishop going for the codebreaker but Singh catches her! Singh stumbles toward the ropes and then lifts and dumps Bishop over the top rope to the outside as he catches his breath. Singh looking to Bishop, clearly annoyed, and rolls out of the ring before heading to the announce table.
Zach Davis: Watch out Kyle!
Singh throws Kyle Steel to the side and grabs his chair as the referee is yelling for him to drop it. Singh now walking back around the ring as Bishop is trying to get to her feet. The referee starting up a ten count while still telling Singh to drop the chair.
Singh with the chair up over his head, ready to bring it down on Bishop as she's trying to get to her feet.
Bishop finally up, Singh goes to swing, when suddenly the chair is ripped from his hands.
Freddy Whoa: The referee took the chair! He wasn't about to let Singh use it!
Singh turns around, screaming at the referee about getting involved, but the referee turns to get rid of the chair. Bishop from behind, arms around Singh's head, trying to drag him from the apron. Singh gets his hands on the Hardcore Title, unbeknownst to Bishop. Bishop turns him around and Singh blasts her across the face with the belt before tossing it to the side. The referee turns back to the action as Singh is rolling Bishop back into the ring. Singh with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: Not this way!
Freddy Whoa: And Stephen Singh once again steals a win!
The crowd boos as Singh sits up on his knees and laughs at the crowd. Slam goes to commercial as he rolls out of the ring and collects his title.
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 11:29:26 GMT -5
Odin Balfore vs Boots Martin
Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge hits and Boots steps out into the lane shooting random members of the audience with finger guns until she slides under the bottom rope and sits in one of the corners waiting for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: Boots is here and she has a very tall obstacle to overcome in our current World Champion Odin Balfore!
Freddy Whoa: You, and him have something in common too Zach. You're both obnoxious ego maniacs. So I imagine you'll lose yourself like a high school cheer leader cheering for Odin Balfore!
Zach Davis: Well, I can't deny I have that WCF S-P-I-R-I-T!
Freddy Whoa: Zach, please don't ever do that again! You're only going to humiliate yourself doing that type of thing.
Zach Davis: Freddy, you suck the fun right out of being a color commentator!
Freddy Whoa: It's better than being so lax at my job I could be fired at any moment. I'm now getting word our referee for this match will be Senior Official Stanley Mozer! And knowing Odin like we do he'll need to hammer the rules into his head!
“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 stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.
Zach Davis: Stanley Mozer is letting Odin know that his WCF World Title will be safe, and this is a non title match. Odin doesn't look like he is too convinced but after seeing Boots in the corner he smiles nodding to Mozer.
Freddy Whoa: Odin still looks a little sluggish here, but I'm sure he will calm down after this match gets started!
Zach Davis: Boots is going to want to keep Odin off balance here. A count out victory would be a big moral boost, but even a double count out would be something if this thing breaks down beyond reproach.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think we'll be seeing that Zach. This thing will likely end by pin fall or by submission.
Zach Davis: I'm not so sure. But only time will tell. Now give me an O-D-I-N---- what does that spell?
Freddy Whoa: You're a fucking idiot!
DING! DING! DING!
Odin, and Boots look at each other in disgust. Boots then rushes Odin as Odin reaches his arm out stopping Boots. Odin then watches Boots swing into thin air and he laughs hardily as the audience boos loudly while there is a mix of cheers. A loud "Boots can't Get him" breaks out. Odin shoves Boots back, and she flies against the corner turnbuckle. Boots raises up, and smiles back at Odin. Odin smirts back at Boots! Boots again rushes Odin sending a chop block to Odin's knee. Odin is stumbled as he swings trying to catch Boots. Boots ducks the punch, and then follows with another hard chop block that sends Odin down!
As soon as Odin hits the mat Boots follows up with the wishbone to Odin several times. Boots opens Odin's legs again and kicks him in the groin. Odin doubles over in pain. Boots hops up on the corner turnbuckle. Odin rolls back over and Boots comes off the ropes an elbow drop across the throat of Odin. Odin starts to recover as he gets to his knees. Boots fish hooks Odin with one arm, and with the other sends hard closed fist right into Odin's face. Odin goes down again momentarily. Boots runs to the other side of the ring, and then hits a rolling senton. Odin winces, but grits his teeth, and starts to recover.
Zach Davis: You're mean Zach! Don't worry you can have your boring life less commentary then!
Freddy Whoa: Stop your fucking sulking! You have a goddamn job to do so do it! Boots has so far kept Odin off balance but we know that isn't going to last very long. Once Odin recovers there will be hell to pay you can guarantee that.
Zach Davis: Like the hell I'm having to pay by sitting next to you! But I must admit that I really didn't expect Boots to take the fight to Odin. If she can continue to do this then she will drastically improve her chances against the big man. But if Odin sees any weakness he'll be like a shark with blood in the water!
Freddy Whoa: Well, our current World Champion may be a shark but we damn sure know you are not one Zach. No need to speak on if you know what survival of the fittest means. You've never been in that world, and never will be!
Zach Davis: I can call what I see in front of me so stop being such a pest!
Freddy Whoa: What are you going to do Zach? Are you going to cry, or are going to go actually be a man for once!
Boots is on the top turnbuckle now as Odin gets to his feet. Boots comes off the top turnbuckle with a missile drop kick but Odin grabs Boots turning sending her down with a hard spine buster! Odin stands looking down at Boots. Odin picks up Boots whipping her to the ropes. As she comes back Odin with a snap front kick as Boots connects going over the top rope to the apron. Boots is groggily holding on to the ropes. Odin with a hard club to the back of the head, and Boots goes to the outside floor. Odin then rolls out of the ring. Odin picks up Boots sending her into the ring post. Boots flies back hitting the floor. Odin then rolls back into the ring.
Boots gets herself to all fours, and then stands. She rolls back into the ring. Odin immediately is on the attack. Odin sends a knee to the face of Boots and she immediately falls to the mat. Odin picks up Boots. Boots sends a hard elbow to the gut of Odin. Odin stumbles back but doesn't release Boots. Boots sends another hard elbow to the gut of Odin, and he finally let's go. Boots then hits the ropes jumping grabbing Odin for a jumping ddt. Odin is trying to shake off Boots but eventually goes down. Boots hooks on a camel clutch as Mozer comes over. Odin is shouting no! Boots lets go of the hold. Boots then hops up on the top turnbuckle! "Welcome to Eight Mile" and Odin looks motionless. Boots then makes the cover Moser quickly drops down, and counts.
Odin kicks out! Boost holds up three, and Mozer shows her two fingers. Boots looks pissed!
Zach Davis: Listen to that crowd chant 2!!!!! They're hot and just came alive. That was close, but close doesn't count in the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: One more split second, and you can give this match to Boots but a split second is a lot of time in the WCF. This match is going to get far worse before it gets better.
Zach Davis: Oh I all ready know. I'm going to be hoarse tomorrow and will need the whole week in order to recover!
Freddy Whoa: Don't act like its from being excited. We know its from you drinking too much whiskey without having any dinner. You can kill yourself that way dumb ass! How about returning to the land of the living!
Zach Davis: I don't drink like that Fred, where are you getting this?
Freddy Whoa: Oh, I'll show you the tape one day!
Odin, and Boots stand face to face. Odin throws up the two fingers, and Boots sends a forearm shot to the face of Odin. He takes the shot and then looks at her. Odin whips Boots to the corner turnbuckle. She hits the turnbuckle, and is now laying against it. Odin attempts a big splash but Boots moves. Odin hits hard. Boots is on the apron. She leverages herself over and is now atop Odin looking for a frankensteiner into a pin attempt. However Odin cradles her, and sends her down with a vicious looking power bomb. Boots cringes in agony as she holds her ribs. Odin simply touches down with a big knee drop. Boots crawls over to the ropes pulling herself up. Odin on the attack, and out of instinct Boots moves, and now Odin is stuck in the ropes. Boots leverages Odin where he is out of the ropes. Boots then with a leveraged Fallaway Facebreaker.
Odin is now busted open with blood rolling down his face. Boots stands. Boots with a standing moonsault onto Odin. Boots bends down to pick up Odin but Odin tries for a small package pin. Boots cuts kick out immediately. Boots, and Odin are up throwing punches, and kicks at each other. Being the smaller of the two Boots then kicks Odin in the thighs targeting the quad muscle. Throwing each shot harder, and harder. Odin stumbles back into a corner turnbuckle. Boots then climbs up atop Odin for the ten punches as the crowd can't help but to count along with them. Odin comes too, and pushes Boots off the top turnbuckle to the outside. Odin hits the other side of the ropes, and then runs to where Boots is on the outside, and he hits a suicide dive over the top rope.
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT! WHEN HAVE WE EVER SEEN ODIN FLY!?
Boots driven into the barricade and crumples to the floor. The shocked crowd lets loose a "HOLY SHIT" chant as Balfore yanks Boots to her feet and throws her into the ring under the ropes. Odin back into the ring and he lifts Boots up by the throat.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! RAGNAROK! And the pin!
Zach Davis: And Odin gets the win!
Boots Martin rolls out of the ring and limps her way to the back as Odin gets the mic from Kyle Steel.
Odin Balfore: So here I find myself in a familiar position. Everyone in the locker room ran their mouths when I wasn't world champion but now that I am, no one is saying a word. Church you guys wanna come out here again; no? That's what I thought. What about you AY? You wanna come out here and answer this challenge? Look, to all you fans out there, look at the situation that WCF tries to present you with. Where are all those supposed ‘champions’ that were coming to put me away for good. Where are all the locker room leaders; you’re looking at him. There's no Dune, no Singh, No Mikey Extreme. Yeah, do you remember when all that was hyped up two months ago and then you all questioned me because I was in Alternate Showdown. Welp, this ain’t no alternate champion. I’ve been the guy the day I walked into this company and I’m still that same guy. So which one of you guys in the back are man enough to come here and except my challenge because as of right now, I don’t have a challenger for WAR. So whose it going to be?
“Same old Mistakes” by Rhianna hits the PA system.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA Bonnie Blue is coming out and shes got a microphone of her own.
Bonnie heads down the ramp and gets into the ring.
Bonnie Blue: Odin, Odin, Odin. I might not be a man but I’m sure enough man enough to accept your challenge. The way I see it, I’m the only one in the back that challenge. I beat you for a spot in Ultimate Showdown. Now I’m going to beat you at WAR and get what has always, always eluded me- that WCF Championship.
Crowd: BONNIE BONNIE BONNIE
Odin Balfore: Seven years ago, your daddy beat me out to win WAR X, so I suppose to you its poetic justice for you to get your shot at this belt seven years later. You want this belt, you’re going to have to fight for it. Just go ask your daddy, I’m a different beast with this belt on the line. Make no mistake about it, theres a reason theres no Dune, Singh or Extreme. I had a hand in shelving all of then; don’t make me shelf your pretty self too.
Bonnie Blue: Odin, I’m not as delicate as you think I am. I am a time witch on a mission to get what is family heritage- beating men named Odin Balfore. You wanted someone to be man enough to answer your challenge but are you man enough to answer mine?
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue throwing it down.
Odin Balfore: Do you fans want me to defend my title against Bonnie at WAR?
Crowd: YES YES YES!!!!
Odin Balfore: You got it. Odin Balfore verse Bonnie Blue for the WCF Championship at WAR. Lets see how much of your daddy you got in you.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I think its official. Odin will defend his championship against Bonnie Blue. We have a title match at WAR!
Slam goes to commercial with a confident Bonnie Blue motioning to her waist that she's taking the belt as Odin raises the title into the air.
Post by WCF Results Account on Sept 11, 2018 11:32:27 GMT -5
WCF Television Title Match Kurt Navarro vs Night Rider
Freddy Whoa: Zach are you ready for-
Zach Davis: IT'S MAIN EVENT TIME!
Freddy Whoa: My god man! Do you really have to scream when I'm sitting a foot away from you?
Zach Davis: I thought you were about to steal my line!
Freddy Whoa: I was just asking if you were ready!
Zach Davis: Oh. Well in that ca-
Freddy Whoa: READY FOR OUR MAIN EVENT BECAUSE IT'S NEXT!
Zach Davis: You son of a bitch!
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 ‘All the Gold in California’ by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis, 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 demeanor a wave of confidence intermixed with a radiating sense of pure determination.
Freddy Whoa: And as Zach Davis angrily pours himself another glass of...chocolate milk?
Zach Davis: It's Yoo-Hoo, you unsophisticated loudmouth!
Freddy Whoa: All right. Well while you do that, I'll talk about our main event. The upstart rookie that's made a big name for himself with an impressive winning streak, the man who calls himself 'The Hurt, Kurt Navarro is challenging for the WCF Television Title. And his opponent...Night Rider.
The jumbotron flicks back to life as we see a replay of Night Rider's huge win over Dune to end Slam last week. The crowd tonight looks just as shocked as the crowd from that night.
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider with arguably the biggest win of his entire WCF career, bringing the end of Dune's reign as Television Champion to a shocking end. But tonight won't be any sort of walk in the park as his first defense is against a man who hasn't lost in the nearly 2 months since he debuted. It's going to be a good one folks!
Zach Davis: Hopefully the match is better than your palate, Whoa. What is that...coffee? How pedestrian.
Freddy Whoa: You're drinking the same shit I pack in my daughter's lunch!
Zach Davis: I stand by my statement!
'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, the WCF Television Title resting over the handlebars. 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. Navarro waits respectfully in his corner as Rider holds the TV Title up in the center of the ring for everyone to see. Kyle Steel steps forward for the introductions.
Kyle Steel: The following is your MAIN EVENT and it is a singles match for the WCF TELEVISION TITLE! Introducing to my left, the challenger. From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 225 pounds...KURT NAVARRO!
Pop from the crowd as Navarro looks around and then looks back Night Rider.
Kyle Steel: And introducing to my right, the champion. From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 325 pounds, he is the reigning and defending WCF Television Champion...NIGHT RIDER!
Steel takes the Television Title and exits the ring as the referee checks with both men.
DING! DING! DING!
Zach Davis: There's the bell and this championship match is officially underway.
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider coming out of his corner, straight at Navarro and looking for the tie-up. Navarro doesn't want to try to match strength with the champion though, he won't win that battle.
Zach Davis: Your taste in drinks suck but you know your wrestling because Navarro wisely avoiding that tie-up, instead ducking and driving a knee into the gut of Rider.
Freddy Whoa: Navarro with a kick to the back of the legs, dropping the champion to a knee. WHOA! Jumping double foot stomp to the ankle, quick as a cat with that follow up was Navarro.
Zach Davis: Rider getting to his feet, not seeming too bothered by that move, but I'm not sure how. Navarro bouncing off the opposite ropes, he leaps-
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider cuts him off with a right to the face! Navarro looking like he was going for a leaping forearm but Night Rider punched him out of the sky.
Zach Davis: Navarro hits the match, rolls and springs back up but Rider right there, grabbing a handful of hair and using it to send Navarro into the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Navarro bounces off and Rider tries to knock his head off with a clothesline.
Zach Davis: Bringing him back up to his feet and again sending him into the ropes...and another big clothesline. Night Rider using that strength advantage to punish the challenger.
Freddy Whoa: Rider pulling Navarro up to his feet and he's sending him into the ropes a third time. Rider readying that big right arm for the clothesline-
Zach Davis: Navarro ducked it! Navarro avoids the clothesline and responds with a pele kick to the face. Rider on his feet but certainly caught off guard by that kick.
Freddy Whoa: Navarro not wasting a second as he follows up with a jumping enzuigiri to the side of the head. Rider spun around and he stumbles into the corner to stay on his feet.
Zach Davis: The challenger running at him and he hits a knee to the lower back. Navarro now climbing the ropes and he grabs Rider by the head. The referee stepping up and warning Navarro before he starts a 5 count.
Freddy Whoa: But Navarro with the right hands. The crowd here counting along with him.
Crowd: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!
Zach Davis: Navarro drops down before he gets disqualified, but he's drawn the ire of the referee for his blatant ignorance.
Freddy Whoa: Nice high school remedial English wording there Zach.
Zach Davis: If the FCC wasn't watching us right now...
Freddy Whoa: Rider pushing himself out of the corner but it's clear to me he doesn't look right. Navarro snapping off the superkick-
Zach Davis: No! Rider caught the boot! Rider throws it off to the side, spinning Navarro around.
Freddy Whoa: Rider grabbing him from behind and lifts him up...FULL NELSON BACKBREAKER! Jesus it looked like Navarro's spine got bent in all the wrong directions with that.
Zach Davis: Navarro still writhing on the mat as Rider shakes off those shots to the head. He seems all right now as he reaches down and pulls him to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Navarro lifted up and put on the shoulder of Rider as he heads for the corner. Rider lifts him up and drops him face first on the top turnbuckle, going with a little snake eyes on Kurt.
Zach Davis: Navarro still up but not for long as he turns around into a standing dropkick from Rider. People forget this 300 plus pounder has a dropkick in his arsenal sometimes.
Freddy Whoa: Gotta feel like taking a cannonball to the chest.
Zach Davis: Navarro keeping himself upright with the ropes in the corner as Rider delivers a right hand to the face. Rider now lifting Navarro up onto the top rope, we know where this is heading.
Freddy Whoa: Rider up onto the second rope, pulling the head in. He calls this the Drop of Death.
Zach Davis: Navarro fighting back, firing shots into the sides of Rider. Rider drops to the mat and Navarro with a kick to the face.
Freddy Whoa: Navarro now standing on the top rope, Rider turns around and it's Navarro with a diving forearm to the face. Navarro with a pin.
Zach Davis: ONE! TW- NO! One and a half.
Freddy Whoa: Navarro to his feet as Rider is trying to do the same. Navarro readying himself, he wants to end this.
Zach Davis: Rider up and he turns around...VANISHING POINT!
Freddy Whoa: No! Rider ducked the kick! Navarro misses and lands awkwardly trying to keep from falling over and Rider snatches him up from behind. Another big backbreaker!
Zach Davis: That one not as hard as the one earlier but still painful I'm sure. And where is Night Rider heading?!
Freddy Whoa: He's going to the corner to end this! Time for Hells Bells!
Zach Davis: The big man flies off...but Navarro rolls away! Navarro out of danger as Rider splashes the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Navarro crawling to the corner as Rider is writhing in pain, holding his ribs. Navarro pulling himself up and now he's climbing the ropes. What the hell is Navarro got in his head?
Zach Davis: I'm not sure! Rider trying to push himself up as Navarro has himself on the top rope...DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE SPINE! Navarro with the pin!
Freddy Whoa: ONE! TWO! THRE-
Zach Davis: Rider kicked out! Navarro looking surprised, he thought that was enough to put down the champion but Rider showing he's not that easy to beat.
Freddy Whoa: Navarro up and he's willing Rider to his feet, he wants that Television Title. Rider up and Navarro connects with Vanishing Point. Pin attempt again.
Zach Davis: ONE! TWO! THREE!
Freddy Whoa: WE HAVE A NEW WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION!
Zach Davis: Night Rider put up a fight tonight. That double stomp to the spine late in the match would have put down many a man but he kicked out, showing his toughness.
Freddy Whoa: Indeed, this Night Rider that's returned to the WCF is a force to be reckoned with. But tonight he ran into a man that nobody has been able to stop.
Zach Davis: The referee bringing Navarro the Television Title now as we see Night Rider rolling out of the ring. Navarro grabbing the belt and hugging it close to his chest, this is a proud night for him.
Freddy Whoa: And with that our night is over! Tune in next week for the final Slam before WAR!
Slam fades out with Navarro celebrating in the ring.
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