Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:20:38 GMT -5
The Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia is in complete darkness. Suddenly the jumbotron fires up as we see the logo from the very first WCF One back in 2004.
"One" by Metallica begins to play over the arena speakers as the logo continues to be the only thing lighting up the arena. The song. The logo. The fans, new and hold, both in attendance and watching at home. The night where everything ends and where everything begins.
This Is One.
The jumbotron fades to black as "One" fades out, the final words drawing the lights in the arena back on. The crowd explodes in applause as One is live.
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:24:10 GMT -5
Jeremiah Locke vs Dayton Miles
The house lights go dark. A male voice comes over the loudspeaker and says the following:
"And now...a man whose music defies genres and boundaries...an artist who is the voice of his generation...he hails from Greenwich Village but tonight is from the Philadelphia music scene...ladies and gentlemen...DAYTON MILES!"
A spotlight shines on Dayton Miles, who's at the top of the aisle with his guitar.
Dayton Miles: I'd like to play a new song I’ve written.
Dayton strums a few chords and then begins to softly sing.
Dayton Miles: I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world....Life is plastic, it's fantastic....You can brush my hair...undress me everywhere...Imagination.....life is your creation
The crowd begins to boo at the horrible cover of "Barbie Girl" by Aqua. Although a few people do scream out "COME ON BARBIE LET'S GO PARTY!" Miles climbs onto the apron and steps into the ring before continuing to sing.
Dayton Miles: I'm a blond bimbo girl...in a fantasy world...Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly-
"If you love me, let me go!"
The lights black out in the arena, leaving only a single spotlight on the stage. The sounds of cages opening can be heard, followed by devilish laughter and a scream.
As the song finally begins, the spotlight turns to several strobes, varying in purple, green, red, and blue. When the beat drops, Jeremiah Locke bursts through the curtain, seemingly moshing to the music all the way down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 195 pounds. From Salem, Massachusetts, he is Jeremiah Locke!
Locke stops before the apron.
"Mortal kings are ruling castles"
He grabs the top rope with his left hand.
"Welcome to my world of fun"
He grabs the rope with his right hand.
"Liars settle into sockets"
He places his left foot on the apron.
"Flip the switch and watch them run"
He pulls the rest of his body up, finally completely on the apron. As the beat comes back in, he vaults over the top rope, landing perfect with the music. As it dies down, he removes his coat. Miles looks on annoyed as Locke readies himself in the corner.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell sounds but Miles has yet to lose his guitar as he argues with the referee.
Dayton Miles: NO! Dang it I was not done with my song before I was so rudely interrupted. So no, this match will not start until I finish my song! Now then...
Miles clears his throat and continues to sing.
Dayton Miles: Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly...You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamor in pink...Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...You can touch...you can play...if you say "I'm always yours"
Miles closes his eyes as he utters the final words of his song. The boos are thunderous as the crowd voices their displeasure. Not for the song, but because Dayton butchered such an all time classic. Miles undoes his guitar strap and turns to face the crowd. Miles too busy arguing with fans to notice Locke walk up behind him. Locke grabs the head and immediately hits Salum's Crossing. The pin.
Zach Davis: And after an ... interesting musical performance by Dayton Miles, Jeremiah Locke quickly drops him and gets the win. What a way to kick off One!
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:26:00 GMT -5
A Return At One!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: Come on Freddy, it was just the openin... What, does a fan have her *BLEEP* out?
Zach looks to where he is pointing.
Davis: Wait is that?
Whoa: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
The camera pans as it is now displayed on the tron, to reveal Doc Henry, and the crowd explodes.
Davis: The Southern Rogue is here!
Whoa: WHOA!! What could this mean Zach?!?
Davis: What?! I can’t hear you over the crowd!
The fans are going nuts, dueling with chants.
Crowd: WELCOME BACK!! ONE MORE MATCH!! WELCOME BACK!! ONE MORE MATCH!! WELCOME BACK!! ONE MORE MATCH!!
Doc and his wife now stand and wave to the fans, a huge smile on his face. Seemingly out of nowhere, Hank Brown appears with a microphone in his hand.
Brown: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Confederate Champion himself...
DOC THE COCK!!!
The fans as can be counted on switch up theirs chant.
Crowd: DOC THE COCK!! *clap* *clap* *clap clap clap* DOCK THE COCK!! *clap* *clap* *clap clap clap*
Doc Henry: PHILADELPHIA!!! Are you enjoying ONE so far?!?
Davis: I thought they didn’t like him here in the North...
Whoa: Zach, he’s a Legend in this company, sure his past has been controversial, but you know how it is...
Brown: Doc, I must say that it is a surprise to see you again, is this a sign of you making a return?
The fans don’t even wait for Doc to answer before they start chanting YES!!!
He just laughs.
Doc: No, no, no, Hank. I’m not making a return...
Doc: Easy now...
Nope, I’m sorry to all the fans, but I bought my ticket tonight because I just cannot pass up seeing Jayson Price marry the one and only Mama Mustache!!!
Brown: I see a gift at your feet, you planning one of those famous double cross traps?
Doc: Hank, of course not, this is a legitimate gift..
Doc reaches down to pick up the package, and lifts off the top.
Doc: Now, before I send this back to the happy couple, I’ll just tell everyone here so that way if a bottle goes missing, Price knows who’s ass to kick...
Doc gives Hank an accusatory stare, then pulls the bottles out one by one.
Doc: I present to each of them a bottle of Henry Family Moonshine, Gold Label of course. The best ‘shine money can by. A bottle of our brand new this year in 2019 of our take on Absinthe, and this, an exclusive item that is limited to just 250 bottles each year, Doc’s Signature Sparkling ‘Shine. This is the champagne of Moonshine Hank!
Brown: Wait, is this a gift, or you trying to get a cheap commercial on our di...
Mary puts her hand over Hanks mouth as Doc places the bottles back.
Mary: Hank, you should know better, this is a legitimate gift, didn’t you see the commemorative neck seals?
In fact the camera pans down to show that each bottle has a picture of Price and Mama with today’s date on the seal.
Doc grins, re-lids the box and gives it to Hank.
Doc: How about you deliver this personally, and we get back to ONE!?!
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:29:17 GMT -5
Mischa Killings vs Adam Young
Zach Davis: Up next we have Adam Young taking on one of WCFs most recent talents, Mischa Killings.
Freddy Whoa: I’ll tell you this much, she has promise.
"White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane blasts over the arenas PA system and the fans erupt into boos as Mischa Killings makes her way to ringside.
ANNOUNCER: Weighing in at 120 pounds...MISCHA KILLINGS
Mischa enters the ring and removes her long trench coat before draping it over the ring cable in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Mischa is so sexy. The leader of the Fempire is here.
Child's Voice- Why so serious, let's put a smile on that face!
Freddy Whoa: No! The Fempire!
The arena lights fade out quickly as a single candle flame appears on the tron. The lights fade back up and Adam is standing in a single purple spot light dressed like the Joker. The arena lights fade out again. Evil laughing is heard echoing throughout the arena. "Purple Lamborghini" by Skrillex & Rick Ross begins playing as a purple haze of lights flash on the entrance way and the candle blows out as "G.O.A.T." appears in purple on the tron. Adam Young steps out into the arena.
Fans- GOAT! GOAT! GOAT!
Adam walks towards the ring letting the fans kiss his hands. He looks up into the ring and pulls down his purple Oakley shades and send a icey dagger stare towards the ring. He walks around the squared circle and climbs up on the ring apron where he wipes his feet before climbing inside.
Fans- GOAT! GOAT! GOAT!
Zach Davis: If Mischa could knock off AY, that would be huge for her career.
Freddy Whoa: Yah, if she beats him, should could get a contenders match at the next Pay Per View, he is a former world champion after all.
Zach Davis: Could be, never know in todays landscape.
The match starts off with aY trying to shake hands with Killings but he fakes her out, making sure he’s still got his cool hair.
Crowd: GOAT GOAT GOAT!
And AY eats a thrust kick to the ribs by Killings and immediately goes for the Killings Chamber but AY steps up and plants her down with a sidewalk slam. AY starts stomping away on Killings but she gets up and connects with a running big boot.
Freddy Whoa: Mischa is very explosive, AY is gonna have to watch out for that.
Zach Davis: And Mischa Killings connects with a punt kick to the ribs. Clearly, shes not playing around.
AY tries to get up but Killings unleashes some buzzsaw kicks to the kidneys and back of AY. AY gets to his feet as Killings tries to come after him but AY counters with a STO. AY pops up, gets on the turnbuckle and starts to celebrate.
Crowd: GOAT GOAT GOAT
Zach Davis: AY, the GOAT - sure. Only he believes that.
Freddy Whoa: From behind, Mischa Killings… Buckle Bomb!
AY pops out of the corners, swings wide, Killings ducks.. Death Valley Driver!
Zach Davis: AY kicks out.
Killings picks up AY, tries for a downward spiral, AY reverses and counters into a reverse Death Valley Driver of his own.
Freddy Whoa: You cant get rid of the Fempire that easily.
AY picks up Kilings who fights back, punching AY in the gut then in the face. She hits the ropes and comes back with a sling blade. Killings takes to the top rope and comes off with a leg drop.
Zach Davis: Miss by the Fempire.
AY gets to his feet, picks up Mischa, kicks her in the gut and sets her up.
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:30:33 GMT -5
Mama Mustache Segment
The scene turns backstage where Ursula Nabrow is wearing nothing but a white garter belt, white bra and white thong as well as a white veil on top of her head. Biffbot 69 is wearing an elegant gown as he is the maid of honor, and The Fabulous Fupa is her bridesmaid wearing the same thing as Biffbot.
Biffbot (in a very robotic voice): Mama, you look so beautiful, I would bang you myself if you would let me. Haha…Oh yea!
Ursula Nabrow: Shut the fawk up you fawkin waste of money. I don’t know why we inserted your memories into this fawkin robot in the first place, I would have been just as fine if you fawkin died after you were in that coma.
Biffbot: Oh, ma. That is so nice. Haha… oh yea.
Ursula Nabrow: What the fawk are you talking about? Anyways, let me make sure I’ve got everything. First I need something old… my pussy, got it. Then I need something new…um… here it is, a brand new douche. Ok. Something borrowed.
Fabulous Fupa: Oooh, take this.
Ursula Nabrow: The douche right from your own pussy, thanks Fupa. Fawkin perfect. Got it. Let me take this thing out for a spin. I’m gonna go douche, I’ll be right back.
She exits with Fupa leaving Biff alone. Suddenly Buff enters the room wearing nothing.
Biffbot: Buff, what are you doing here? Haha oh yea!
Buff: You can see me. Damn, I thought this was an invisibility cloak… apparently just the cloak is invisible.
Biffbot: ha, ha… I can see your solid 9. Penis. Ha Ha… oh yea. High one!
Biff raises his gown and the two men bump penis tips.
Buff: Biffbot, we gotta stop this wedding. We can’t let Price deflower our mama like this.
Biffbot: Mama is happy. Mama says that she’s never been this happy before in her life. We need to respect her wishes. Haha, oh yea!
Ursula Nabrow(from off screen): Who the fawk are you talkin’ to, ya piece of trash! Is that your fawkin father!?!?
Buff: We gotta stop this, I gotta go, me and the Nude World Order are gonna make sure that this wedding doesn’t happen. You gotta help!
Biffbot: I can’t help. Haha, oh yea!
Ursula returns from the back, now completely naked.
Ursula Nabrow: Fawk this bra and shit, I’ll just wear the gown.
Fabulous Fupa: I thought they saved white for virgins only.
Ursula Nabrow: I haven’t had sex in about 20 minutes, this is about as pure as this pussy is gonna get. Who the fawk were you talking to, Biff?
Biffbot: I was masturbating, ha ha, Oh Yea!
Ursula Nabrow: It does smell like Piss in here. You’re lucky you didn’t cum, Biff, your balls are my something blue. It’s about that time, Biffbot. In a few hours I’ll officially be Mrs. Jay Motherfucking Price. And I’m gonna squirt all over his penis in the middle of that ring for the world to see. Biff, we’re gonna have sex in the ring at One, do ya understand? Your mother and your new father are gonna fuck in front of the world.
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:34:08 GMT -5
Vincent Augustine vs Jaice Wilds
The opening chords of “Uprising” by Muse fills the arena as the lights go dark. “ORDO AB CHAO” is displayed across the Dubtron, written in barbed wire. Multiple green, blue and red spotlights filter about the arena, falling on a single space on the entrance ramp. A hooded figure steps out into the light, his arms lifting up to form an X above his head. He grabs his hood as his arms drop, revealing the pleasured smirk on his face.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring! From Puertoooooooo Vehlooooooo, Braaaaazillllllll, weighing in at one hundred and eightyyy four pounds! He is the Xtreme Aerialist, JAICE WIIIIIIIIIIILDS!!
Zac Davis: An impressive opening from Kyle Steel as the returning Jaice Wilds makes his way down to the ring!
Freddy Whoa: And his first match is at One, against Vincent Augustine, which is no easy task.
Wilds nods as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, bouncing side to side to slap fives and dole out handshakes to the fans. As he reaches the ring, he takes a moment to stare into the ring, the light widening. He charges up, leaping between the top and middle ropes and rolling up to his feet. He runs to the nearest turnbuckle, jumping to the top rope and crossing his arms above his head again. The crowd responds in kind, filling the arena with chants of “X-TREME! X-TREME!” as Wilds drops from the turnbuckle. “Uprising” fades as Jaice drops to the mat, nodding and waving to the crowd.
Zac Davis: For those of you tuning in, this is One, the biggest event of the year! And this is just the third match of many tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Augustine up against Wilds, it's definitely gonna be good!
The arena goes dark as the opening instrumental of MONSTERS by Shinedown begins to play. The low audio of the first verse begins, a soft strobe hitting the arena and the tron displaying a maze in a hedge. The first chorus bursts to life and on the top of the ramp stands Vincent Augustine, arms spread wide.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Yreka, Californ-i-a! Weighing in at 205 pounds, Vinceeeeeeeeeent Augustiiiiiiiiiiiine.
He makes his way to the ring pacing with the music, shouting back and forth with the crowd. Sliding under the bottom rope, he does a spin with his arms out and approaches the far corner, wringing out his muscles as he awaits the start of the match.
Zac Davis: Here we go!
DING DING DING!
Freddy Whoa: The match starts!
Zac Davis: These two are just circling each other...
Freddy Whoa: Jaice Wilds, the first to attack!
Jaice Wilds hits a series of punches, before going for a chop which Augustine blocks. Augustine replies with a gut kick and a simple takedown. Augustine and Wilds both get straight back up.
Zac Davis: A nice series of moves to start the match!
Freddy Whoa: Here we go! Back at it again!
Jaice goes for a clothesline, but Vince ducks and goes for a German suplex. Wilds fully flips and lands on his feet, performing a superkick straight afterwards. Vince dodges that too, however, and whips Wilds into the ropes, only for him to perform a springboard crossbody, which connects.
Zac Davis: Another amazing series of moves! Wilds is on top this time though!
Freddy Whoa: Displaying his aerial agility there, the springboard.
Zac Davis: Neither of them affected though, both getting straight back up!
Jaice attempts a pele kick, which Vince again dodges and completes a spinning back elbow.
Freddy Whoa: Finally, a move connects!
Zac Davis: He isn't stopping, he's stomping all over Wilds!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Possum pin! Outta nowhere!
Zac Davis: Not nearly enough to keep Augustine down!
Freddy Whoa: Jaice and Augustine both face to face again, listen to the crowd show their appreciation!
Zac Davis: Jaice hits a dropkick, Augustine is now a bit groggy, leaning against the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: Enziguri! Vince goes flying over the ropes!
Jaice then runs to the other side of the ring, rebounds off of it and hits a suicide dive.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a move!
Zac Davis: Jaice wants this match over and done with! He throws Augustine back into the ring and goes for another pin!
1... 2... Kick out!
Augustine remains on the floor with a shoulder lifted up, as Jaice quickly gets to the top rope.
Zac Davis: We could be seeing an Aerial Ace...
Freddy Whoa: No! Augustine gets up and punches Wilds right in the gut.
Wilds stays perched on the top rope as Augustine slowly climbs up too...
Zac Davis: Oh no...
Freddy Whoa: Superplex! Jaice is up in the air and lands on the ground hard!
Zac Davis: Augustine with the pin...
1... 2... KICKOUT!!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Vincent and Jaice slowly get back up...
Zac Davis: Both guys start staring at each other again when...
Freddy Whoa: There it is! Jaice Wilds with the Oro Ab Kao from out of nowhere! It's over!
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:35:35 GMT -5
Another Mama Mustache Segment
The camera shows Ursula Nabrow douching in the women’s room again.
Ursula Nabrow: What the fawk, It’s like there’s been 10 men inside me today, I can’t fawkin get this pussy clean enough for Pricey… oooh, what’s this…
From her right a penis emerges from a hole in the wall.
Ursula Nabrow: Oh, a glory hole for my wedding day…
She puts the penis in her mouth and sucks it like a fucking vacuum cleaner. The slurping sounds can be heard from across the arena. She sucks and blows and slobbers all over the erect cock as he cums in her mouth and she swallows every drop.
Ursula Nabrow: WHAT THE FAWK!!!!
She gets up and runs over to the other stall, but once she exits the stall she’s in all she sees is the swinging bathroom door closing behind a running figure. She looks in the stall and sees yellow underwear on the seat.
Ursula Nabrow: That piece of shit… THIS ISN’T PART OF THE PLAN!!!
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:36:59 GMT -5
Jay Omega vs James Wolf
In the arena darkness shrouds the audience as a multicolored cracked, and frosted skull comes into view with the caption below written in big bold 3D lettering which is also multi colored so you can view it. It says "Never Retreat, Never Surrender" as soon as that fades out we can see strobe lights flickering. Suddenly we hear a drum solo before the guitar riff's lead into Avenge Sevenfold's Nightmare as live footage of the band playing Nightmare is also cut in with the matches of James Wolf. We then get rapid fireworks pyro going off that are meant to mimic gun shots. As the light's slowly come up to where we can see what is on the stage we see James Wolf standing atop of the stage in silver shades with blue lenses, a brown leather jacket, and a black short sleeved shirt with a black pirate skull, which is covered partially by the leather jacket he has on. Torn blue jeans, and brown leather pull on wrestling boots. As the music continues a close up camera comes right up to him to give the production crew a different view. Seeing this we can tell James Wolf looks pissed off, and she shoves the close up camera back as it spins some where in the distance. James then gives then faint hint of the smile before his expression goes back to being serious. He looks upon the ring he is fixing to enter.
As he gets half way down the ramp the lights then raise up completely as James can see the audience before him. He can hear the boos as they try to humiliate him by booing him out of the building, but it doesn't work as James looks around, and then he acts like he is going to physically attack the audience but he stops short giving them a smirk continuing to walk the rest of the way down to the ring.
When he gets to the ring he walks up the ring steps where Kyle Steel is there to make his introduction. We hear the following from Kyle Steel.
Weighing in at 250 lbs, and representing the whole fucking world! Here is James Wolf!
James enters the ring as Kyle Steel makes his exit. James then goes over to all four corners of the ring climbing up, and raising his left arm. He gets a chorus of boos from every side, and this doesn't phase James at all. He is use to this reaction. When he is finished he then goes to the center of the ring waiting for his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: If he can win tonight, Wolf will really turn some heads. Jay Omega is bonafide main eventer here in the WCF.
Zach Davis: Say what you want about Jay Omega...
Freddy Whoa: But what?
Zach Davis: Huh?
Freddy Whoa: The saying is “Say what you want about whoever but…” and then you say something positive.
Zach Davis: Oh. Nah. Just say what you want about Jay Omega.
The arena lights dim to about half, and "Legend" by The Score hits the P.A. system. Neon lights in a range of colors strobe in random places throughout the crowd in time with the electric guitar. A thin layer of fog floats across the stage, and Jay Omega struts out to the top of the ramp as the lyrics kick in. Omega stands on the stage for a moment with his hands on his hips and a cocky smirk on his face, then casually makes his way down the ramp, crossing back and forth to slap hands with fans. At ringside Jay hops up onto the apron, then vaults over the ropes before crossing the ring and climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Omega poses for the crowd amidst a flickering strobe effect from thousands of cameraphone flashbulbs, then drops down and leans back into the corner to await the bell.
Freddy Whoa: There’s the bell and here we go!
Omega on the offensive immediately. He comes at Wolf with a front kick, quickly followed by a downward elbow strike and then a step behind side kick that sends Wolf into the corner. Omega rushes in after and begins assaulting him with lightning-fast palm strikes. Wolf is reeling and Omega has an ear-to-ear grin as he plays to the crowd for a moment. Deciding this has already gone on long enough, he nails a shining wizard and then follows it up with a bulldog from the second rope.
Zach Davis: LOCKDOWN! Omega just---no! Wolf had it socuted and reversed it into a blue thunder bomb and a pin!
Kickout by Omega!
Both begin to get back up but Wolf grabs Omega by the head and drops him with a diamond cutter. Wolf then relentlessly stomps away on the downed Omega before picking him back up and then nailing a fall away slam. Now Wolf goes back over to Omega and beigns choking him while pulling himself on the ropes for leverage. The referee with a count but Wolf refuses to release it.
Just as Omega begins to turn Krull blue Wolf takes his foot off and drops down for quick pin.
Another kickout from Omega!
Wolf is pissed and picks Omega back and puts him in posiiton for a powerbomb.
Zach Davis: Reign of Terror! He’s looking for it! He’s got him up!
Freddy Whoa: No! Omega used his moment to leapfrog up over Wolf’s head and got him with a canadian destroyer! What a move by Omega! A pin!
THRE--NO! NO! Wolf kicked out!
Zach Davis: Wolf kicked out and Jay Omega can’t believe it. He argues with the referee a moment but turns his attention to Wolf who is back to his feet and running toward Omega!
Freddy Whoa: Bossman slam by Omega!
Omega hoists Wolf back up and then drops him throatfirst across the ropes with a snake eyes that he immediately follows up with a jumping neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: After that last kickout, Omega knows he needs to do plenty of damage to get a W over Wolf here.
With that in mind, Omega whips Wolf into the corner and then begins hoisting him to the third turnbuckle. He stops on the second rope and preens for the crowd before throwing Wolf’s arm over his shoulder and setting up for a superplex.
Freddy Whoa: NO! What is Wolf doing?! Oh god he’s biting Omega in the face! Omega falls off the ropes and to the mat….SHOOTING STAR PRESS BY WOLF! Into a pin!
THR--NO! NO! Another kickout by Omega!
James Wolf wastes not time however and goes right back to work on Omega. Hard stomps punctuated by a few nasty sentons. Wolf now with Omega’s legs looking for a cloverleaf by Omega grabs Wolf’s head and rolls him into a small package.
Zach Davis: And now a pin by Omega!
Kickout by Wolf!
Both men are back up and rush each other. A front kick by Omega is caught by Wolf who immediately drops to a knee and absolutely drills Omega in the crotch. Wolf follows it up quickly with a DDT and looks for yet another pin but the referee gets after Wolf, warning him about the low blow. Wolf argues back with the referee but Omega gets up in the background. He rushes Wolf but is met with a standing dropkick sending him back down. Omega up and then downed by another dropkick. Omega up a third time and met with another dropkick right in the teeth. Now he mounts Omega and is just burying elbows to his face before placing two hands around his neck, simply attempting to choke the life out of Jay Omega. Again the referee reaches a full count but is ignored by Wolf. He threatens to DQ Wolf.
Zach Davis: This is ONE, we can’t have a disqualification!
Freddy Whoa: Wait...did he hear you?
The referee decides to take matters into his own hands and actually begins trying to pry Wolf off Omega himself. By sheer luck and surprise the referee creates a little breathing room for Omega but Wolf is livid the referee put his hands on him. He’s standing up now and is in the referee’s face. He’s almost salivating he’s screaming so hard at the referee. While Wolf appears to have completely lost his cool, Omega is stumbling himself back to his feet. Wolf is still barking at the referee but the referee points behind him at Omega. Without so much as looking first, Wolf unleashes a nasty clothesline of hell to decapitate Omega.
Freddy Whoa: Omega ducked it! That clothesline could’ve taken his head off!
Zach Davis: But as Wolf swung wildly, Omega stepped behind and put him in a pumphandle slam and...RIDE THE LIGHTNING! RIDE THE LIGHTNING OUT OF NOWHERE! Into the pin!
Freddy Whoa: That’s it WCF! Jay Omega is successful in his big return to ONE!
Zach Davis: And James Wolf certainly showed he is capable of standing toe to toe with anyone in the WCF!
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:39:32 GMT -5
Death Match Zombie McMorris vs Lord Raab
Freddy Whoa: Last week at the year end of Slam we saw Zombie McMorris return to the WCF Arena and he challenged Lord Raab to the Death Match.
Zach Davis: They are an intense argument and it lead to ZMAC coming back
Freddy WHoa: Yah but now we have a death match.
Zach Davis: I know, its great. Its great, old school WCF action.
Freddy Whoa: Yah but Lord Raab is a monster and ZMAC likes to talk out of his ass. I think he’s gotten himself into trouble.
Zach Davis: He might have but there is only one way to find out.
Freddy Whoa: No doubt this is going to be a crazy match.
Zach Davis: the ring crew is replacing the ropes with barbwire and putting pressure sensitive explosives around the edges. Theres all matter of weapons all around the ring.
Monster by Skillet plays over the sound system .
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen.. Making his way to the ring first from Colonge, German, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and fifty pounds.. The German Monster… This is Lord Raab
as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes the Monster, Lord Raab getting ready to put ZMAC to rest.
Zach Davis: Who could forget ZMACs most devastating matches, the cocaine on a pole classic he had with Bobby Cairo and that Volcano match and that time Kat Phoenix set on him on fire.. Twice. He’s head his head shoved in a deep fryer, he’s had his arms hacked off with a broadsword. Freddy, why don’t you tell us about what the Monsters done in WCF.
Zach Davis: You knew what this was, Freddy. Hoped you packed your stomachs away and put the kids to bed, because folks, things are about to get Horror Kore in the Wells Fargo Arena.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen… Coolio !!!
Zach Davis: Coolio? Are you freaking kidding me?
“Gangstas Paradise” Hits the PA system as Coolio comes out on stage and starts singing the song.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left ‘Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you talkin' and where you walkin' Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke Fool, I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like On my knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the streetlight..
Been spendin' most their lives Livin' in the gangsta's paradise Been spendin' most their lives Livin' in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives Livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives Livin' in the gangsta's paradise
ZMAC appears at a entrance tunnel as the fans lose their minds. ZMAC has their back turned towards them, standing in his T pose with his spray painted leather jacket. He takes a few steps down the stairs before the fans lift him up and body durf him down towards the ring. MAC hops the barrier, slides into the ring, poses and poses for the fans. He takes his jacket off and whips it into the ring before taking a vial of coke out of his pocket and snorts it up.
Zach Davis: ZMAC is back in WCF and he’s about to go to war with Lord Raab. ZMAC looks intense.
Freddy Whoa: But Lord Raab is not deterred by this at all. He’s not intimidated. I tell you what, this should be good.
Zach Davis: Zip Wingdinger is here to officiate the match. This is going to get bloody.
Zach Davis: ZMAC verse Lord Raab. Both men are about the same height but Raab has forty to fifty pounds on ZMAC.
Freddy Whoa: I’d like to think that power goes to Raab but speed goes to ZMAC.
There is no lockup, just two men trading blows in the middle of the ring. ZMAC strikes with that south paw style but it has no effect on Raab who just looks at ZMAC. Raab throws one punch and it sends ZMAC staggering back. ZMAC returns with lefts and rights. Raab eats them, not caring. Finally Raab blocks and knocks ZMAC away with another right hand. ZMAC gets up and hits a running drop kick to Raabs legs but it has no effect. Raab picks ZMAC up and double hand choke tosses him to the other side of the ring. ZMAC rebounds..
Zach Davis: Falcon Kick to the dick of Lord Raab.
Freddy Whoa: That got him to a knee.
ZMAC unloads with a spinning backfist, kicks, knees and downwards strikes but Raab takes it all with no issues, lifting ZMAC up from that kneeling position and connecting with a massive powerbomb that shakes the ring. Raab lifts ZMAC back up and throws him head first into the barbwire ropes. ZMAC skids into the announce desk, a bloody mess.
Zach Davis: already, ZMAC is a bloody mess, deep cuts all over his face, chest and back.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC getting to his feet but here comes Raab.
Raab bounces ZMACs head off the table and effortlessly throws him back into the ring with one hand. ZMAC flys backwards, back through the barbwire and lands in a pool of blood. ZMAC gets to his feet as Raab gets in the ring but Raab charges ZMAC and hits a squisher before hanging ZMACs head over the wire and dragging him along it.
Zach Davis: Lord Raab is really going to town on ZMAC. I think ZMAC underestimated what Raab can do.
Freddy Whoa: Raab is easily the second strongest guy on the roster. ZMACs not known for strength but his resilence and right now, Raab is really putting that to test.
ZMAC cant fight out of Raabs attack so he dumps himself out over the ropes, getting both the top and middle ropes of barbwire wrapped around his neck. Raab spills outside with him as ZMAC his hanging there with the barbed wire choking him. Raab gets to his feet and starts looking under the ring, coming up with a sledge hammer.
Zach Davis: ZMAC is helpless -
Freddy Whoa: Oh God, no!
Zach Davis: Raab just full on swing that hammer right to ZMACs ribs.
ZMAC screams in pain..
Zach Davis: Raab, don’t do it.
Freddy whoa pukes.
Zach Davis: Holy shit, Freddy, I just rented this. Oh dear God, Raab just over hand swung that hammer and cracked ZMACs skull wide open. ZMAC isnt moving and Freddy passed the fuck out. Theres homicide in the fucking ring. Can we get some help!
The downward force causes the wires to snap as ZMAC falls to the ground. Raab throws the the sledge into the ring before doing the the same to ZMAC.
Raab goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: I think ZMACs body just had a postmortem twitch.
Raab beats on the shattered skull of ZMAC some more before trying another pin.
Zach Davis: WHat the hell? That's Ruby Red! Its ZMAC girlfriend, she just came out of nowhere, jumping off the top rope with a curb stomp.
She picks up Raab and calls for the World Tour 69 but Raab back body drops her. She lands on her feet but Raab picks her up for a chokeslam..
Zach Davis: Help! Get Help! Raab just choke slammed Ruby onto the barbed wire.
BANG ! BOOM!
Zach Davis: And it just triggered an explosion.
: Now you see, Raab don’t know it yet but this is where he fucked up.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: AHA! Only on Friday nigh Maggal.
Zach Davis: What are you doing here?
Gravedigger: I bought a ticket and saw that Freddy went down, that weak stomach sissy, so I jumped in to save commentary.
ZMAC looks over to see Ruby badly hurt. He slowly reaches into his pocket, bloody hands taking out another vial of cocaine and he snorts it. Raab looks on as EMTS rush to Rubys aid. Raab turns back towards ZMAC whos now staring him eye to eye.
Crowd: YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!
Raab hits ZMAC with a devastating throat strike but ZMAC just stands there. Raab tries again but ZMAC just shakes his head. Raab headbuts ZMAC down but he gets back up.
Zach Davis: Chokinator.
Gravedigger: That aint gonna do it.
ZMAC pops back up and starts war dancing around the ring, shades of Andrew Warhawk, his old tag team partner and hits Raan with an overhead chop! Raan stumbles backwards as ZMAC spears them through the wire, ZMAC wraping it around Raab and choking it with it. ZMAC stands up, stomping Raab in the face but Raab throws him off. ZMAC rebounds and the two lock up. Raab lifts ZMAC up, setting up for the double arm brainbuster but ZMAC floats over..
Gravedigger: Pimp Slap! Shades of Steve Orbit.
ZMAC runs, leaps off the barricade and tries for a tornado DDT
Zach Davis: Orbital DDT
Raab throws ZMAC into an explosive pad.
Zach Davis: Now ZMACs been blown up.
The smoke clears and theres ZMAC he rushes Raab with a psycho crusher and an assault of Falcon punches and kicks. Raab bats ZMAC away and jumps on him with a lou thez press and beat down. ZMAC kicks Raab off of him. ZMAC gets to his feet but Raab meets him with a belly to belly. Raab looks under the ring again, setting up a table. Raab tries for another belly to belly but ZMAC blocks it, kicking Raab below the belt grabbing a chair. He swings at Raab, knocking him onto the table. ZMAC goes to the top turnbuckle but Raab rolls off the table. ZMAC flys anyway and connects with a cross body to the outside. ZMAC picks up a chair and smashes it over Raabs head but Raab blocks one, knocking the chair down and hitting ZMAC with a scoop slam piledriver on top of it.
Zach Davis: Raab rolls ZMAC back into the ring for a pin.
Gravedigger: ZMAC survives.
Raab picks up ZMAC and rolls through with a butterfly lockbut ZMAC twists and locks in a headscissor. Rabbs gets to his feet as ZMAC hammers away , trying to flip him for a hurricanrana but gets powered down into a powerbomb but ZMAC grabs an arm and flips Raans over into a crossface. Raab powers out agan, lifting ZMAC up for a stalling suplex. ZMAC lands on his feet, runs towards the turnbuckle for a catwalk headscissor takedown.
ZMAC with the pin.
Raab kicks out at two.
ZMAC picks up Raab and throws him out of the ring. Raab lands near the announce table. ZMAC follows with a chair, hitting Raab in the gut and rolling him onto the announcers table.. ZMAC goes back up to the turnbuckle and leaps off with an elbow drop..
Zach Davis: AND ZMAC just crashed and burned!
Raab gets to his feet, peeling ZMAC up and german suplexing him right through the spanish announce table led by Adam Young.
Gravedigger: Not one but two tables.
Raab picks up ZMAC and throws him back into the ring. ZMAC crawls to the turnbuckle, trying to pick himself up. Raab leans into him with a huge spear. Raab gets out of the ring, throwing the table that he set up into it. He looks under the ring and comes up with a lighter and fluid.
Gravedigger: Opps, seems Raab sound the barbeque fixins.
Raab throws that into the ring as well. He sets up the table..
Crowd: Fy it up! Fy it up!
The table is in flames as Raab turns back to ZMAC setting him up on the top rope.
Raab climbs up on the turnbuckle, he and ZMAC are at the top. ZMAC is trying to fight his way out of the situation with kidney shots but Lord Raab headbutts him and sets him up with a double arm brain buster..
Zach Davis: I think Raab is looking for the KillBuster through the flaming table..
Gravedigger: ZMAC better pull something out his ass if he wants to stay in this match!
Zach Davis: Kill Buster through the flaming table!
Zach Davis: He did it! Lord Raab has beaten ZMAC and proven himself as one of the toughest sons of bitches in WCF.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen.. The winner of this match… The German Monster.. Lord Raab!
“Monster” by Skillet plays over the pa system
Raab stands tall over a fallen ZMAC, having backed up his words the only way he knows how.
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:43:59 GMT -5
WCF Tag Team Titles Match Jazzy John McCarty/Matt Draven vs Very Big Spaniards vs Estrella Luiz/Edwina Lockheart (c)
"Making a Difference" by CFO$ plays as the pair make there way onto the stage and receive boos from the crowd. 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.
Zach Davis : The former Tag Champs here.. looking poised as ever.
Freddy Whoa : I was gonna say something, Zach, but my New Year's Resolution is to be nicer to you... even when you are an idiot.
Take another shot at me I love the way you HATE ME!
As "Love The Way You Hate Me" by LIKE A STORM hits the arena's PA system, the fans look up towards then stage while the various spotlights strobe along to the beat of the song. Faint cheering from isolated groups of fans already being heard.
I don't care if I'm not good enough for you I don't care if I don't live the life you want me to I don't care what you wanna think of me
WIth the song continuing, the isolated cheers became a collective as a man walked out from backstage and out into the full view of the people. Once he had roughly made it to the center of the stage, the man darted forward and dove into a forward roll before popping bac k up to his feet just shy of the top of the ramp. Pausing long enough to pluck a few items of company merchandise from the cargo pockets on his shorts, the man soon made his way down the ramp to the ringside area. A bit of pep in his step as she tossed the items in random directions out to the nearby fans.
Kyle Steel: "Making his way to the ring from Washington D.C. at a weight of two hundred and eighteen pounds, MAAATT DRAAAAAAAAVEEEEEEN!"
With his identity now revealed to the people, Matt continued to throw free merch out to the crowd while he walked around the outside the ring. Of course he would high-five a few fans along the way as well. He wasn't an unhumble fool after all. Regardless, after he had made it all the way back to the bottom of the ramp, Matt faced the ring before darting towards it with an impressive burst of speed. After sliding in underneath he bottom rope, Matt sprang up to his feet just so he could run across the ring and leap up onto the second turnbuckle. Still riding the short adrenaline rush from his sudden sprint, Matt threw his arms up and back as he leaned forward. A primal scream escaping his lips to further excite the crowd for the upcoming bout. Once he had completed his silly indulgent absurdity, Matt hopped down from his perch and began any last minute prematch stretches that came to his mind as he waited for the match to begin.
Zach Davis : Matt Draven holds a victory over one half of the tag champs.
Freddy Whoa : Yeah but what has he done lately?
'Peaches en Regalia' plays throughout the arena as 'Jazzy' John McCarty walks out on stage and down the ramp. He focuses his attention to the ring and doesn't take time posing for the crowd. He clearly climbs up the steps and jumps over the ropes before finally acknowledging other people by hopping on the second turnbuckle and staring across the crowd.
Zach Davis : "Jazzy" is in the building.
Freddy Whoa : We should have left him in 2018.
The lights in the arena go out as the intro to "Kill or Be Killed" by New Year's Day begins to play. A red spotlight settles on lead singer, Ash Costello, as she begins singing.
Your imagination gets so twisted when you Think you've seen my worst but I have an instinct that can never be reversed My vengeance is a curse
I want to watch you bleed You're the crime but I'm the scene
Estrella Luiz, aka La Princesa, is seen donning her recently recovered mask. She smirks evilly as she hoists her tag title in the air. She screams as the chorus kicks in.
Back against the wall so Its kill or be killed No other choice then bloods gonna spill Back against the wall so Forget or forgive But after all this I never will
Edwina Lockheart appears from behind the curtain in a pink leather outfit matching Estrella's mask complete with stars on her boots. She smirks as she hoists her title over her head as well. The Royal Family make their way down the ramp and slide in the ring. They hold their titles up as the boos ring out. The two women laugh as they sink to their corner. They hand the titles to the referee as the two women begin talking. The tag champs both get out of the ring as Matt Draven and El Ainsley start the match out. Draven locks up with the much larger member of the Very Big Spaniards. Ainsley uses his size to throw Draven to the ground. As Draven makes it to his feet he is met with a running headbutt from Ainsley. Ainsley laughs as he lifts Draven up. Draven uses his speed and hits a DDT on Ainsley. Draven runs up the turnbuckle and hits a diving legdrop. Ainsley moves as Draven hits his tailbone on the ground.
Zach Davis : Back and forth action here in this title match.
Freddy Whoa : I was ready for some fighting champions. The Royal Family is no different than the Monstimals.
Back in the ring Draven has gotten the upper hand as he hits a standing dropkick. El Ainsley falls to the ground as Draven tags in Jazzy John. John smirks as he looks at the champs and motions at his waist as if he is going to take the titles. He pins the downed Ainsley.
1... 2... NO!
Edwina Lockheart pulls Jazzy John off of Ainsley. She motions at her own waist in mockery of John. Jazzy John jawa with the champs a bit before turning around into a discus big boot from Ainsley. Ainsley attempts to lock in the Spanish Queen's Permission but John rolls toward the rope and slides under. He runs around the ring toward his corner and slides back in tagging Matt Draven back in. Draven heads toward Ainsley who tags El Gran Grande in. El Gran Grande runs at Draven but Draven hits Honorbound! He climbs the ropes and jumps off with the Draven Effect but as he climbs the turnbuckle Estrella Luiz tags herself in. She and Draven begin arguing as El Gran Grande makes it to his feet. He runs at them both as they move and Estella quickly slips behind El Gran Grande. She hits a low blow and attempts to roll El Gran Grande up. She can't get him over. He lifts her up and laughs but Estrella kicks him below the belt. She quickly tags in Jazzy John and blows him a kiss and a sarcastic wink as she gets out of the ring. El Gran makes his way to his corner and tags in Ainsley. Ainsley runs at Jazzy John. Jazzy hits him with a superkick. The big man rocks back but keeps his feet. John sees the opening and hits the New Orleans Neckbreaker. Jazzy attempts the pin.
Estrella Luiz comes leaping off the top rope looking for a 450 splash but McCarty sees it coming and rolls off, breaking his own pin. Draven comes in and throws Luiz out of the ring as McCarty goes for the cover again, this time with Draven keeping watch for anyone trying to break it up.
1... 2... 3!
Zach Davis: And we have new Tag Team Champions!
Freddy Whoa: The unlikely duo of Jazzy John McCarty and Matt Draven now hold the gold. One is turning into a night of surprises!
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:46:13 GMT -5
Jayson Price vs John Rabid
"Explosia" by Gojira hits the arena speakers as the lights dim down until the guitars and drums kick in and pyro goes off from the titantron and stage. The crowd lets out a mixed reaction as a spotlight comes down onto the stage as Jayson Price staggers out from the back, appearing as though he's just been woken from a drunken coma.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds, hailing from Price Tower in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...JAYSON PRICE!
Price starts walking down the ramp, ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans, until he knocks the cell phone out of the hand of a selfie taking fan and then laughs. Finally he'll climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes into the ring where he walks over to the nearby corner and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle where he takes a seat until the match starts.
Zach Davis: Tonight is a big night for Mr. Jayson Price, who's set to be wed later this evening to Mama Mustache.
Freddy Whoa: I know this is on the WCF Network but my god I think this might be the night the FCC finally shuts us down. Might as well get all those 'fucks' and 'cunts' we've been holding back, Zach!
Zach Davis: You may be right! Well if that's the case, then I hope the fucking bastard has a heart attack during the honeymoon so we never see him again!
Freddy Whoa: No rules! We're getting cancelled!
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see John Rabid standing tall; arms outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as John's name appears on a Slam graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's The Ripper hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is inter cut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927).
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from London, England, weighing in at 226 pounds, he is the man known as The Ripper....JOHN RAAAAAAABID!
Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the cheer's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and waving Price on with a cocky smirk on his face.
Zach Davis: And this is an interesting match-up that we've got tonight. Up until the match was announced, I doubt anyone had John Rabid versus Jayson Price on their One prediction cards.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah but who's complaining, this one should be amazing! Rabid the technical striker versus Price the technical...striker as well. This is going to be an even, back and forth match, I can feel it!
Zach Davis: Gripping analysis, Frederick.
The referee goes to signal for the bell when Price stops him. The referee looks confused until Price points at Rabid and demands he be checked for weapons. Rabid puts his hands up innocently as Price continues to insist.
Freddy Whoa: And after being hit with a nightstick two weeks in a row it would seem as though Price isn't taking any chances.
Rabid with a smug smirk on his face as he allows himself to be patted down, only to be found carrying nothing. Satisfied, the referee checks Price as well and he's also clean. He then signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell sounds but neither man moves from their spot, feet seemingly rooted in the mat under them, as they stare each other down, barely a foot between their noses. Rabid sneering as Price lets out a few choice words over their recent meetings. Rabid jaws back, even calling Price washed up. Rabid now cocking back and he lets loose with an open handed slap across the face.
John Rabid: YOU DON'T BELONG IN MY RING! YOU HAS BEE-
Rabid cut off as Price charges, driving a shoulder into the gut and lifting Rabid into the air before taking him into the corner. The referee trying to get a clean break with a five count as Price tries to choke out Rabid with both hands.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-
Price finally relents and backs off as a wheezing Rabid chastises the referee for not doing his job right. Price tries to charge again and Rabid pulls the referee in front of him, using him like a human shield. The referee trying to yank free from Rabid's clutches while also threatening to disqualify Price if he doesn't stand back. The cameras catch Rabid staring down Price as he continues to play it up for the referee, acting as though he needs saving.
Freddy Whoa: And the mind games by John Rabid clearly working, Price seems ready to blow a gasket.
Price finally relenting, backing all the way up to his corner on the opposite side of the ring, gesturing to Rabid to come out. The referee now telling Rabid he needs to let go of him before he himself is disqualified and Rabid acquiesces, brushing himself off before signaling to Price he wants to tie-up.
Zach Davis: All right, here we go! Time for some action!
Price out of his corner and he advances, ready to tie-up, when Rabid suddenly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The fans boo as Rabid waves them off and then dares Price to follow him. Price obliges, heading for the ropes, when he's cut off by the referee yet again. Price and the referee arguing and he appears ready to pop the referee's head off of his neck as he's told to stay in the ring. Price again trying to leave as the referee gets in front of him and pushes back.
Freddy Whoa: This official not taking Price's shit and I dunno how wise that is!
Price grabs the referee up by the shirt but Rabid sliding into the ring from the side catches Price off guard with a roll-up from behind. But it's not a pin as Rabid merely wanted Price sitting up so he could deliver a knee to the face. Price falls over and Rabid quickly hooks the leg.
Zach Davis: Kickout before 1!
Rabid shoving Price back to the mat before he can sit up, grabbing hold of an arm. Rabid punching at the shoulder of Price with his left hand while trying to wrench back the arm with his right, looking for an armbar. Price trying to fight out of it and eventually rolls the way Rabid is trying to pull his arm. Price now doubled over as Rabid still has a lock on his left arm, so he drops an elbow to the face to get free. Rabid still refusing to let go so Price instead drops on top of him, pinning his shoulders down.
Rabid able to kick out but in the process relinquishes the arm, letting Price roll off. Both men to their feet, Price shaking off his arm as Rabid uses his fingers to show him how close he was to ending it. Price's response comes with just one finger before he motions for Rabid to actually tie-up this time. The Ripper obliges and they meet up in the center of the ring. Rabid smaller but he's still able to match technical prowess with Price, refusing to give up control. They battle back and forth all over the ring, bouncing off the ropes, into the corners and then back out to the center of the ring before Rabid ends it by stomping down on Price's foot. Rabid with a quick knee to the gut and then a follow up knee to the face.
Freddy Whoa: And there's the striker side of Rabid! Watch those knees and those kicks!
Rabid grabs Price by the head and pulls him in for a suplex. Rabid goes to lift him but Price blocks it with his leg. Rabid tries a second time but again it's blocked. Price catching Rabid off guard as he lifts him up and deposits him crotch first onto his knee. Rabid grabs himself in pain but leaves himself wide open to be lifted and dumped with a belly to belly suplex. Rabid again rolling out of the ring as he tries to collect himself as Price looks on from the ring. The referee checking on Rabid as Price looks to the turnbuckles. The referee now leaning through the ropes, trying to get Rabid back inside as Price heads for the corner. The referee finally sees Price up top and shouts out a warning but it's too late as Price leaps off with an elbow drop to the back.
Zach Davis: Jesus christ I don't remember the last time I saw Price fly to the outside like that.
Price rolling on the ground holding his arm as Rabid is writhing in pain. The referee checking on both men but then starts up a ten count.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
Price up to his knees and checking his elbow as Rabid is trying to crawl to the ring steps.
Price up to his feet as he watches Rabid crawl away. He looks to the referee, rolls back into the ring and then right back out, forcing him to start over.
Rabid near the ring steps and now apparently trying to get under the ring as Price approaches him. Rabid able to get under the apron before Price can catch him.
Price yanks up the apron and catches something to knee.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell was that?!
Price drops as the camera zooms in as the apron slips from Price's hand. We can see Rabid's hand with the same nightstick firmly in it's grasp for a brief moment before it disappears from view. The referee oblivious as he continues his count.
Rabid now out from under the ring, a smirk on his face as he plays innocent with the fans but they aren't buying it. Price trying to get up but he's holding onto his knee as Rabid mocks him, rubbing at his eyes. Price tries to charge him but Rabid catches him with a boot to the bad leg.
Rabid waves off the referee's count and his warning, but still pulls Price up by the head and rolls him into the ring. Rabid back in as well and he hits a knee drop across the back of the leg for good measure before he rolls Price over and goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: No! Kickout!
Rabid back up to his feet, calling the referee every name in the book as he does so, before turning his insults to Price, punctuating each one with a stomp to the knee.
John Rabid: WORTHLESS!
John Rabid: HAS BEEN!
John Rabid: DISGRACE!
John Rabid: I'M GOING TO END YOU!
With a final stomp Rabid backs up, willing Price to get up. The referee checking on Price, who refuses to quit as he tries to sit up on the mat. He finally manages to get to his knees and Rabid connects with a superkick before falling on top of him for the pin.
Zach Davis: And that's it! It's-
Freddy Whoa: NO! FOOT ON THE ROPE! FOOT ON THE ROPE!
The referee's hand a hair from the mat when he sees Price's foot on the bottom rope and he waves it off. Rabid sits up, befuddled as to why the count stopped until he sees what the referee sees. Rabid loses it as the jumbotron shows Price getting the boot up barely in time.
Zach Davis: How in the actual hell did Price manage to beat that count?
Freddy Whoa: I don't know!
Rabid to his feet and he's kicking the ropes and screaming in the face of the referee about the count as Price is still down on the mat, boot still on the rope. Rabid finally composes himself and he grabs Price by the head, pulling his limp body upright.
John Rabid: YOU..ARE..FINISHED!
Rabid shoves Price backward into the ropes. Price bounces off of them and Rabid leaps up for the V Trigger knee. But Price catches him! Price with Rabid in the air, one arm around the waist and the other around the leg before he falls back and drops Rabid throat first on the top rope. Rabid holding his neck as he's left kneeling on the mat. Price to his feet but gingerly because of his knee. He gets two handfuls of hair and pulls Rabid upright, getting yelled at by the referee in the process but he ignores it. Price pulls Rabid in for the headlock and then spins him around for an elbow to the back of the head.
Freddy Whoa: Green eyed monster!
Rabid stumbles and turns right into the Downfall and the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: KICKOUT!
Freddy Whoa: Are you kidding me?! After all that?!
Both men down as Price can be seen shaking his head and laughing. Finally he sits up as Rabid is still down. Price grabs him and pulls him up, setting him up for the Pricebuster.
Zach Davis: And this has to be it, there's no going back after-
Price goes to lift Rabid but catches a left hand to the knee. Rabid throwing wild punches now as he senses what's coming. Price forced to release Rabid and Rabid strikes, catching him with a V Trigger Knee to the face. Price stumbles back disoriented as Rabid hits the ropes and follows up the big knee with the Kingdom Destroyer. Pin!
Freddy Whoa: And that's it, it's over. John Rabid picks up the win over Jayson Price tonight after a devastating Kingdom Destroyer.
Zach Davis: I'm still trying to figure out how Rabid kicked out of The Downfall. He should have been unconscious after the elbow shot he took first.
Freddy Whoa: That's the thing about WCF, Zach. Our wrestlers have more heart and more balls than any other wrestlers on the planet.
Rabid shoving away the referee as he gets to his feet on his own. He takes a last look at Price and then exits the ring, smirking after his victory despite holding his neck. We cut to a video package for next month's Kingdom Come Pay Per View as Rabid stands on the ramp.
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:50:37 GMT -5
Michael X/Steven Singh vs Power Word: Kill
Freddy Whoa: And that’s why I don’t use scented condoms anymore, Zack.
Zack Davis: Freddy, I’ve told you twenty-three times, we’re on the air.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, it’s okay, we’re on a commercial break.
Zack Davis: Freddy… It’s a Pay-Per-View… There are no commercial breaks…
Freddy Whoa: Oh.. But.. How are we going to explain the four people that just magically appeared in the ring, then?
Sure enough, the One ring now holds both the members of Power Word: Kill and the Church of Singh flank the ring and the bell rings!
Ding Ding Ding!
Starting the match are Steven Singh and Felix Stapleton Jr. The two lock up, and Singh attempts a wrist lock, but Stapleton tosses him to the mat. He walks over and picks him up by his hair, and begins pummelling him into the mat. The referee attempts to get him off, starting the five count, and Felix backs off at 4, only to go right back into it.
Meanwhile, Reece has come to the other side to sweep Michael X off of the apron. Between the repeated pummeling of Steven Singh and the brawl on the outside, the referee is conflicted on what to enforce. Finally, X sends Shaw flying into the barricade, drawing the referee’s attention long enough for Singh to hit a low blow on Stapleton, sending him down to the mat.
X gets back on the apron and Singh makes a tag, slapping X on the chest. The two argue a bit, leading to Singh walking out on his partner as Stapleton gets to his feet. The camera picks up Stapleton’s mouthing “Not today, mother fucker.”
Stapleton turns to Shaw, who is now on the apron, albeit in pain, and tags him in. He then exits the ring and runs off to chase Singh, who may have hindered his chances at having children.
Michael X reaches over the top rope and tosses Shaw into the ring. Wanting a fair fight, X panders to the crowd so Shaw can get up. Shaw reaches in his pants and grabs a pair of brass knuckles. As X turns back around, Shaw swings at him, but X ducks and hits Shaw with a swift superkick. He picks Shaw up once again for another superkick. He repeats this combination until Shaw is sufficiently incapacitated. Michael X places a boot on Shaw’s lifeless corpse and the referee counts.
Not saying a word, X simply gets out the ring.
Zack Davis: What… What did we just see?
Freddy Whoa: I think we just saw why Power Word: Kill- is no match for The Church of Singh- And Michael X especially.
As X heads to the back, the cameras suddenly switch to the backstage area where Corey Black's office door is being pushed open.
Zach Davis: Wait, who is that coming out of Black’s Office?
A man in a hat is seen trying to slip away, stops, and turns to the camera.
Freddy Whoa: It’s Doc!!!
Doc Henry simply smiles and gives the camera an exaggerated wink before turning and walking away, whistling Dixie...
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:53:32 GMT -5
The Last Pre-Wedding Segment
The scene turns to backstage at the arena where a camera is outside the locker room of Jayson Price. He is standing there with Ulysses Nabrow and Tinder Maballs, his best Man and Head usher respectively. Ulysses is fixing Price’s tie as he is very disheveled after his match with John Rabid.
Jay Price: Shit went down out there, but I gotta focus, thanks Ulysses. Can you leave me be for a moment?
Ulysses and Tinder leave the room leaving Jay Price alone with his phone. He picks it up and calls someone. You can only hear his side of the conversation.
Jay Price: Yea I’m sure I want to go through with this. It’s time. This is the moment we’ve been waiting for. When Ursula and I combine our fortunes we will be the richest family in the history of professional entertainment and sports alike. We’ll make the Vance McMass look like fucking Dion Necurat that homeless fuck… I said Dion Nec… oh never mind… This is for us baby. That’s right… tonight I finish on her back… OK, I gotta go, they’re cumming back.
Ulysses Nabrow: Here’s the thing you don’t understand, Jayson. I said this to Ernesto before they got married and now I gotta say it to you. Urusla was the best lay I ever had, you hear me. Her pussy is like a Greek goddesses pussy. You are a lucky man to get to be called her One Man Bang. And if you EVER do anything to hurt her, I’ll do to you what you did to her?
Jay Price: And what did Ernesto do when you told him that? Did he shiver in his yellow boots?
Ulysses Nabrow: Here’s the thing you don’t understand. He beat the ever loving shit out of me… so not exactly working out. But I gotta say it, my father, Uncle Nabrow, would roll over in his grave if we didn’t cremate him against his will.
Jay Price: Your father’s name was Uncle?
Ulysses Nabrow: Here’s the thing you don’t understand, he was our Father and our Uncle. His first name was Nabrow.
Jay Price: His name was Nabrow Nabrow?
Ulysses Nabrow: Here’s the thing you don’t understand… yes.
Jay Price: What the hell am I getting myself into?
Tinder Maballs: You are getting yourself into a terrible situation, get out, get out now! I would but they tied electrodes to my penis and if I ever get more than 20 feet away from Ulysses it shocks my penis with 100 volts of electricity.
Ulysses Nabrow: And the only time I ever go that far away from him is when he’s banging my sister.
Tinder Maballs: She loves it… I hate it. I hate my life, I would kill myself but that is considered a mortal sin and I wouldn’t go to heaven to be with 72 virgins.
Jay Price: Thanks for the pep talk, Tinder. But I think I’m ready. In just a few minutes I’m gonna go out there and I’m gonna make Ursula Nabrow the next Jay Mother Fucking Price.
Suddenly Ursula barges into the room wearing her wedding gown.
Jay Price: I’m not supposed to see you before the wedding, it’s bad luck!
Ursula Nabrow: We fucked like 20 minutes ago, don’t give me shit about luck and tradition, I just needed to tell ya something before someone else told ya.
Jay Price: Ok…
Ursula Nabrow: I’m pretty sure I just blew Ernesto through a glory hole, It’s been a while since I’ve blown Ernesto and not Roid rogers so I’m unsure of the cawk in my mouth. But it definitely wasn’t you, I’m sorry baby.
Jay Price: THAT’S IT!
He grabs his phone and makes a call.
Jay Price: SECURITY! Yes, find Ernesto Mustache and any of his cohorts and get them the fuck out of the building, this wedding needs to go off without a hitch. This isn’t going to be one of those weddings that gets interrupted and then a ton of swerves are tossed at us, most of which don’t make any sense… I’m not fucking doing it… FUCKING GET THEM!!!
Ursula Nabrow: Oh honey, thanks. I’m gonna fuck you right now, do we have time?
Jay Price: we’re getting married like right after this match… so yea, I can make that work.
Ulysses Nabrow: Here’s the thing you don’t understand…I’ll just leave you two be…
Ursula Nabrow: NO! You fucking watch. You fucking watch your sister blow and fuck her soon to be husband. And you masturbate to it out in the open instead of hiding in my fawkin closet!
Ulysses Nabrow: Here’s the thing you don’t understand… happily.
Ursula and Jay fuck.
Tinder tries to escape, but once he gets too far away crumbles in pain as the electric shock on his penis goes off.
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 8, 2019 23:57:34 GMT -5
WCF Hardcore Title Match Scott Slayer vs Kennedy Matthews (c)
The arena is black with white strobe lights flashing. A huge shadowy figure appears over the arena. A demonic voice shouts, “Not enough pain!” The song Bitter End by The Veer Union blasts over the arena. Scott Shadow has his back turned to the crowd. The arena turns dark blue. As soon as the lyrics start he makes his way to the ring. He walks in a menacing but almost cool jerk way. He enters the ring and the arena goes pitch black again and a white light focuses on Scott Shadow.
Freddy Whoah: Whoah, I guess Scott wasn’t lying when he said he has a shadow and a demon inside.
Zach Davis: Yeah, no kidding. This is a side of Scott Slayer we’ve never seen before. I hope Kennedy knows what she’s up against.
"Do It Like A Dude" by Jessie J begins to play as Kennedy Matthews walks out of the Gorilla Position to the stage. She smiles from ear to ear before bouncing to the ring enthusiastically. She slides in the ring and blows kisses to the crowd with her Hardcore Championship around her waist.
Zach Davis: Now, Kennedy Matthews shocked the world when she won the Hardcore Championship at Payback.
Freddy: You got that right Zach. She even called herself the new Hardcore Queen, which was a name popularized by current WCF World Champion Bonnie Blue. But, enough about that, we are talking about the epic match in front of us.
Zach Davis: Yes, this is the match I’m looking forward to the most, this is going to be amazing.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a hardcore match scheduled for one fall!
The crowd chants one fall.
Kyle Steel: And it is for the WCF Hardcore Championship! Introducing first the challenger, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 230 pounds, The Anarchist, Scott Slayer!
The crowd cheers. Chants of Slayer echoes around the arena.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next, the champion from London, England, standing at 5 foot 3, the WCF Hardcore Champion, Kennedy Matthews!
Chants of Kennedy fill the arena.
Freddy Whoah: Wow, talk about fan favorites am I right.
Zach Davis: I couldn’t agree more. Scott has won over the crowd with him giving zero fucks about what he does, and Kennedy showing that she came to win.
The referee rings the bell and the match is underway. Scott and Kennedy stare at each other and meet in the center of the ring. They shake hands and do a brief hug and separate.
Zach Davis: What a show of sportsmanship and friendship.
Freddy Whoah: Aren’t we friends?
Zach Davis: Yeah.
Freddy Whoah: How come you never hug me?
Zach Davis: ......
Scott and Kennedy lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Scott with a headlock to Kennedy, Kennedy runs him into the ropes breaking up the headlock. Kennedy looks for a clothesline, but Scott ducks under and goes into the ropes, looking for a clothesline but Kennedy sucks under. Scott looks for an Irish whip but Kennedy whips him into the corner, Kennedy charged at Scott, Scott jumps over Kennedy and goes back into the ropes, Scott slides under Kennedy, schoolboy roll up,
1 2 Kick out by Kennedy, Scott looking for a knee strike, but Kennedy with a schoolboy roll up,
1 2 Kick out by Scott and Scott and Kennedy get up to their feet and gaze into each other’s eyes.
The crowd cheers loudly for them both.
Zach Davis: Talk about fast paced action.
Freddy Whoah: These two are moving like their lives depend on it.
Scott goes for a gut kick, but Kennedy catches it and delivers a chop to Scott’s chest. Kennedy does repeated chops. Scott is stunned, Kennedy goes into the ropes, looking for a drop kick, and she hits it. Scott is now in the corner, Kennedy goes for a splash, but Scott moves out of the way just in time, Scott with a running charge does a knee strike in the corner to Kennedy. Scott Slayer goes into the ropes and comes back with a bulldog. Scott with the cover.
1.. 2.. Kick out by Kennedy!
Zach Davis: Damn, I thought that was it.
Freddy Whoah: Kennedy isn’t going down that easily.
Scott Slayer with multiple forearm strikes to Kennedy. Scott goes to the outside to get a weapon. Kennedy gets up and delivers a suicide dive to Scott.
Freddy Whoah: Whoah, what a suicide dive.
Zach Davis: Kennedy knows that she has to pull out all the steps to keep her championship.
Kennedy picks Scott up and drives his head onto the announcers desk.
Zach Davis: Hey, could you watch the desk please?
Freddy Whoah: Leave our queen alone!
Kennedy gets a chair from under the ring. Kennedy with a chair shot to Scott’s back. Another chair shot to Scott’s back. Scott Slayer is screaming in agony. Kennedy puts the chair down as the crowd chants for tables. Kennedy looks under the ring and gets a table. Kennedy sets up the table in between the ring and south barricade. Kennedy picks up the chair again and tries to hit Scott again but Scott super kicks the chair out of her hand, then super kicks Kennedy.
Zach Davis: What a super kick from Scott!
Freddy Whoah: Scott isn’t pulling any punches tonight.
Scott Slayer sends Kennedy inside the ring. Scott gets a kendo stick from under the ring to the cheers of the crowd. He slides in the ring and strikes Kennedy with the kendo stick. He delivers repeated strikes with the kendo stick. Kennedy back is bright red.
Freddy Whoah: Her back looks like an apple, am I right Zach?
Zach Davis: Just watch the match.
Scott looks to go for another strike but Kennedy looks afraid and upset. Scott Slayer attempts a kendo strike but holds back. He goes into the corner as the camera man catches what he’s saying. Scott seems to be talking to himself.
Scott Slayer: I can’t hurt her, but I have to win this championship. She’s my family, no she’s not, she’s using you, no she’s not, I care for her, she doesn’t care for you, yes she does.
Zach Davis: What the hell is going on?
Freddy Whoah: Scott is talking to himself like a maniac. Perhaps this is him and his newfound demons.
As Scott Slayer is talking to himself Kennedy grabs the kendo stick and strikes Scott from behind. Kennedy strikes him again. Scott looks angry. Kennedy attempts another strike but Scott catches it and delivers her a forearm to the face sending her on the ring apron. Scott breaks the kendo stick and goes on the apron. Scott and Kennedy are exchanging strikes on the apron. Scott delivers a knee strike to Kennedy. Scott gets on the top turnbuckle with a crazed look in his face. Scott jumps from the top turnbuckle, and lands a neck breaker to Kennedy from the ring apron through the table.
Freddy Whoah: Whoah, what a neck breaker!
Zach Davis: These two are putting it all out in this match, and listen to the crowd, they agree!
Chants of this is awesome erupt in the arena.
Scott gets up dazed and sends Kennedy back into the ring. Scott gets a ladder from the ring and puts it in the ring. He then gets a chair and slides in the ring. Scott goes for a chair shot but Kennedy kicks him in the gut and takes the chair and strikes him in the gut. Kennedy strikes Scott repeatedly with the chair. Kennedy puts the chair down and attempts God Save The Queen, Scott reverses it and hits Anarchy Uprising on the chair.
Zach Davis: Anarchy Uprising!
Freddy Whoah: We could see a new champion tonight!
Scott goes for the cover.
1... 2... 3- Kick out by Kennedy.
Scott looks at the referee pissed off. Scott heads up to the top turnbuckle to hit the Falling Ash Knee Drop. Scott attempts it but Kennedy hits a drop kick to his knee. Scott Slayer is bent over the chair and Kennedy hits the Brexit.
Freddy Whoah: Whoah! Brexit by Kennedy!
Zach Davis: The champ might retain tonight!
Scott gets up dazed and Kennedy hits God Save The Queen on Scott. Cover by Kennedy.
1... 2.. 3- No! Kick out by Scott Slayer and Scott rolls out of the ring. Kennedy looks incensed and goes to the top turnbuckle. Kennedy goes for a Swanton Bomb to the outside but Scott catches her and hits a pile driver.
Freddy Whoah: Oh my god!
Zach Davis: Kennedy’s neck may be broken in half!
The arena explodes in chants of fight forever! Fans give a standing ovation to Scott Slayer and Kennedy Matthews.
Scott gets up slowly in pain. He grabs Kennedy and places her inside he ring. Scott enters the ring but is caught by a draping swinging neck breaker. Kennedy goes to the top turnbuckle one more time. She attempts a frog splash but Scott Slayer catches her with a mid air super kick and falls into the cover!
Zach Davis: Super kick from Scott Slayer!
Freddy Whoah: It’s over! Scott is our new champion!
1.. 2.. 3- Kick out from Kennedy Matthews! Scott Slayer is in shock and hits the mat repeatedly, showing his frustration. Scott Slayer grabs the ladder and is about to hit Kennedy but she drop kicks him with the ladder. She moves the ladder off of him and runs into the ropes. She comes back attempting another Brexit but Scott gets out of the way and attempts Anarchy Uprising. Kennedy gets out of it and sends Scott into the ropes, Scott rebounds and is caught by God Save The Queen.
Freddy Whoah: God Save The Queen!
Zach Davis: Cover by Kennedy!
1.. 2.. 3! Kennedy Matthews retains her Hardcore Championship.
Freddy Whoah: Whoah! What a match!
Zach Davis: Great showing by these two. Scott Slayer tried his absolute hardest, but Kennedy is still the Hardcore Queen.
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 9, 2019 0:00:16 GMT -5
The Wedding Of The Millennium
Jay Price is standing in the ring where a makeshift chapel has been built since the last match. Surrounding him wearing tuxedos is Ulysses Nabrow and Tinder Maballs. Reverend Dusty Holes is presiding over the Niptuals. Wearing a flannel shirt and beanie cap holding a guitar is WCF’s resident musician Dayton Miles, looking rough after his loss earlier in the night. He begins playing a song as the processional makes their way to the ring.
It starts with the Fabulous Fupa walking down holding flowers. The crowd reaches out for her and she allows everyone to touch her all over, especially the vagina.
She is followed by Biffbot 69 who is wearing the same gown as the Fabulous Fupa. He is walking down like a robot, doing the robot, and saying “Haha… oh yea!” as no one reaches out to touch his robotic body.
Finally, but not least, Ursula Nabrow begins her journey down the aisle. She is wearing a white gown about 5 sizes too small, clearly no bra, and her ass is hanging out the bottom of the gown. She raises it so her cooch can be seen and presents it to the men in the audience.
Ursula Nabrow: This won’t be the last time you see this. But it’s the last time I’ll be showing it as a single woman!
She rolls under the bottom rope, exposing every part of herself to everyone as the song concludes. She looks over at Ulysses who is hysterically crying tears of joy. He rolls out of the ring to grab a tissue and Tinder falls to the ground in agony as a loud crackle of electricity emanates from his pants. She looks at Dayton Miles and then out of nowhere lifts him up in a tombstone position and hits him with the 69 Driver, landing on her ass with Dayton’s head landing underneath like Summerbash ’97. She rolls him out of the ring and then goes to the front of the altar where Price is waiting for her, his hands outstretched.
Rev. Dusty Holes: Brothas and Sistas, I am proud and on her to be here today to celebrate the niptuals of these two holey people. I’ve known Ursula for many years, baby. I’ve been inside her vagina more times than I can count. I’ve seen her naked more times than I’ve seen my own penis, baby. She’s seen the American Cream and she’s taken the American Cream all over her face, daddy. I had my hand reaching out into her hand reaching into her vagina and searching for that emerald ring baby. And I am very impressed that Jayson Price was able to traverse the terrains of the Eastern Winds of her cavernous wasteland and emerged not only alive but faster than the great Ernesto Mustache could. First a reading of a poem by Ursula’s long-time friend, Cawk from the Legion of Poon.
A mohawked man wearing spiked shoulder pads enters the ring and grabs the microphone.
Cawk: Well! Take off your clothes and get naked Marvelous and alluring Goddess To enjoy your hypnotizing elegance And your fabulous hidden places Let me stay for a wile Between your warm and sensitive thighs For it’s a fanstastic location To experience superb Sensations I just came.
Rev. Dusty Holes: I’m feeling hard times right now, brotha. I’m feeling hard in the pants right now. I’m harder than I’ve ever been. Ursula, will you blow me right now?
Ursula Nabrow: No fawkin way, I’m marrying my one man bang.
Rev. Dusty Holes: I know my sista. I know you won’t and that’s why I know that this love will last. Love is a funny thing, love is the thing you feel when love it’s like you have an erection in your heart… a heart on if you will. Now, we need to do the ritualistic shoving of the douche.
Ursula pulls out her something new which is a brand new douche. Jay Price takes it in his hand and gets on his knees, he lifts up her gown and puts his head underneath.
Rev. Dusty Holes: This douche represents the cleanliness of love. This douche represents the love that you two will give to each other for years to cum. And by placing this douche into your beloved you are cleansing her pussy of all that came in her before and allowing yours to be the only jizz within forever more.
Price emerges, head now completely soaked in pussy juice.
Jay Price: Damn, girl. That’s the cleanest I’ve seen that thing.
Ursula Nabrow: I’ve been douching all day for this, Price.
Rev. Dusty Holes: And now for the vows. I understand that you’ve written your own. Jay Price, would you like to begin.
Jay Price: Ursula, you've made me the happiest man in the world, and that's saying a lot seeing as how I've made tens of millions of dollars wrestling, I have my own Tower and I once traveled back in time to slap baby Hitler. But despite all of the joys, I realize that I never found true happiness until you and your magical, irreplaceable and heavenly snatch came into my life. I always thought that true love was something you only found in shitty romantic comedies, but the first time I thrust my majestic cock inside of you and felt the trembling orgasm of your pussy walls grip me like a vice, I knew that I had found my soulmate. I vow to continue banging you until your cervix collapses into dust. I vow to never stop finding out how long you can go in bed while being choked. I vow to never take another piss unless you are there to tickle my balls with a feather duster. And most importantly, I vow to never fuck another woman unless it's in our agreed orgy at the circus and the bearded woman is DTF.
Ursula Nabrow: That was beautiful. I would cry but I gotta save the moisture for my pussy for when we fuck later in this ring in front of everybody.
Rev. Dusty Holes: Oh Yea, Dadio! Now Ursula, would you like to share your vows.
Ursula Nabrow: Jayson… before you entered my pussy I didn’t think I could ever feel anything in there again. I’ve been pounded by so many cocks that it would make the entire red light district in Amsterdam look like a bunch of fawkin’ virgins. But your cawk is so fawkin big that it give me orgasms, a thing that I thought I had to ride a sybian to do. Jayson, you are my sybian, and you last like a long fawkin time. I vow to always suck your cawk. I vow to let you eat my pussy every day. I vow to be inside you as you will be inside of me. I vow to make you my one man bang, and no other cawks will be inside this pussy forever.
Rev. Dusty Holes: Now for the rings.
Suddenly Jimmy Hendrix Foxy Lady Plays as Ryan Joseph wearing an NwO (Nude World Order) Shirt makes his way onto the entrance ramp.
Jay Price: What the fuck did I say, I didn’t want ANY shenanigans during this wedding!
Then Buff Mustache makes his way through the curtain wearing the same NwO shirt.
Jay Price: Well at least Ernesto isn’t here.
Buff Mustache: That’s right. Ernesto Mustache isn’t here… but you know who is… ROID ROGERS! AND HIS 12 INCH PENIS!
Papa Stache makes his way through the curtain and poses for the adoring crowd.
Ursula Nabrow: WHAT THE FUCK!?!?
Rogers makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. Ulysses rushes out of the ring and Ryan Joseph tosses him aside with ease. Biffbot rushes towards Buff and Buff tosses him aside with ease. Tinder lay on the ground shuttering in pain as the electric cock ring he’s being forced to wear goes off incessantly. Then all three men enter the ring and surround Jay Price and Ursula Nabrow.
Papa Stache: Ursula, Brother. It was me in that gloryhole earlier, dude. It was my cock in your mouth that you sucked dry, dude.
Jay Price: Stop trying to bullshit me. Ernesto. I know about that already, you’re not going to swerve me by breaking up this wedding. In fact, I’ve got a swerve for you… earlier on before we came out here I came on Ursula’s back and we signed our marriage certificate IN DUPLICATE! That means two of them you son of a bitch! So nothing you can do can stop us. This ceremony is simply that, ceremonial, but the marriage already happened. You’re looking at the NEW URSULA PRICE!
Papa Stache: Brother!
Ursula Nabrow: ACTUALLY…
Papa smiles and Buff and Ryan join in. Biffbot gets into the ring followed by Ulysses as well, all surrounding Jay Price.
Jay Price: What… what the fuck is going on here?
Mama Stache: I knew that you only wanted me for my Mustache Fortune. That briefcase we’ve been carrying around for the past few months. You wanted to become the richest man in the history of wrestling! I fucking knew that, I’ve been using you for your cock because Ernesto here has had some dry days in his old age, and I needed semen in my pussy to keep it wet… you’ve given me plenty of that. So those marriage certificates that you signed TWO of, those aren’t real… the second one WAS DIVORCE PAPERS!!! Now I get HALF of your shit you son of a cock. FUCK YOU PRICE!!!
Jay Price: Well fuck then. You got me, but I knew I was gonna dump your ass, so I made damn well sure that in that marriage certificate that I got ALL of the Mustache Fortune despite our marriage situation. A Preniptual Agreement if you will. And fuck, you can take half of my shit, you’ll only get half of what’s on the books which isn’t even close to what I have in total!
Mama Stache: I know.
Jay Price: Well… wait… what?
Mama Stache: I said I fawkin know, what d’ya got a cock in your ears and you can’t hear me? I fawkin said I know… open that briefcase.
Jay Price grabs the briefcase and opens it up. Stacks of papers fall out of it.
Jay Price: What… what the hell is this?
Papa Stache: Well, brother. We’ve had so many lawsuits put up against us, plus we never paid a cent on our mortgage on any of the houses we’ve ever bought, plus all the local medical facilities that we’ve had to visit during our time as wrestlers, we didn’t pay any of those. So the mustache fortune is nearly a half a billion of dollars in debt, dude!
Mama Stache: And like you said, the contract was iron clawed, so there’s not getting out of it… Enjoy the fortune, ya piece of crap.
Jay Price: What… I…. wait…
Mama Stache: And that week you lived in my pussy… you were just doped up on LSD mixed with Peyote and living in my bathroom the whole time. When you were “born” in the ring a few weeks ago, well I shoved you up in there like right before you got out… because my pussy is still big enough to hold an entire human being… I mean fuck, it’s already held 3 of them to term.
Ryan Joseph: ACTUALLY…
Ryan Joseph: While we’re swerving the fuck out of everyone I’ve got a swerve for you too, Mama. My name isn’t Ryan Joseph… it’s really Joey Ryan!
Joey Ryan: And I’m your long lost son… I’m the lost Mustache brother. I was born in 1987.
Mama Stache: 1987… but… I THOUGHT I ABORTED YOU!
Joey Ryan: Yea… I got out!
Mama Stache: Oh… my boy, the only one I don’t regret having because I never thought that I did… you are so much more handsome then the rest of them.
Buff Mustache: And how…
Mama Stache: Well then, you need a proper name. I shall call you BULGE MUSTACHE!
Papa Stache: TO BULGE MUSTACHE!
Jay Price: What the fuck, fuck all you guys.
Bulge Mustahce: Not so fast, you prick… you disrespected my mama… and for that you get the junk in the trunk.
Bulge delivers a hip thrust penis first into Jay Price who bounces like a pinball into Papa Stache who delivers the same thrust to him. Price bounces into Buff who delivers one of his own towards Biffbot who delivers one and pushes him towards mama who smacks price so hard in the cock he falls over. She pushes him into Ulysses who falls out of the ring with Price causing Tinder to again fall on the ground in pain.
Jay Price: Fuck all of you all. Ursula Nabow… U. Nabrow… and you have a unibrow… real fucking clever name you piece of shit.
Jay Price cries like a little baby bitch out of the ringside area and backstage leaving the Mustache Family in the ring alone to the cheers of the crowd.
Biffbot(in a robotic voice): I have a swerve for you all too…
Biff (in his regular voice): I’m not really a cyborg, I was just pretending to be because Sylvia Evergreen had a thing for robots… but now she’s into people again so I’m human again… OH YEA!
All: OH YEA!
Mama Stache: What the fuck!?!?
Papa Stache: Good to have you back, boy.
Buff Mustache: I guess since we’re all swerving everyone I’ve got something to say to. Everyone… I’m gay.
Mama Stache: No shit. I knew ya were a fag since the moment you stopped sucking my tit.
Buff Mustache: You knew?
Papa Stache: We all knew… you’re the only one who doesn’t get fed by the tit of your mother. That’s how we knew.
Buff Mustache: OH YEA!
All: OH YEA!
Bulge Mustache: Mama… may I have a nibble of nipple too?
Mama Stache: There’s enough for the whole family. Now, come here and suck on my tits!
Bulge Mustache sucks on Mama’s tit and the entire mustache family celebrates, clapping hands and giving each other high ones… which is where they touch tips of their penises together. The scene begins to fade when.
Tinder Maballs: Wait one second… this was all a hoax the ENTIRE time? The ENTIRE time and I wasn’t told about it? I’ve been your sexual slave for the better part of 2 years and this is a REAL ELECTRIC Cock ring I have on. It hurts like hell. We couldn’t have put a fake one on.
Mama Stache: you know what, I hadn’t even thought of it.
Tinder Maballs rips the cock ring off his penis and throws it on the ground. Biff picks it up immediately and puts it on his penis.
Tinder Maballs: This family is fucked up… I’m outta here.
Biff Mustache: Hey Uncle Ulysses, can you step out of the ring for a second.
Ulysses obliges and the electric cock ring goes off like a buzzer. Biff stands tall in the ring, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the electric shock begins to create a blue ring of electricity around his cock. Then suddenly…
Biff Mustache: OH YEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
He orgasms… a real semen filled orgasm.
Buff drops to the mat and takes a taste.
Buff Mustache: It’s not piss! HE REALLY DID IT! BIFF MASTURBATED FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!
All: OH YEA!!!!
The crowd cheers, and the scene fades on the Mustache Family.
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 9, 2019 0:05:43 GMT -5
Corey Black vs Wade Moor
The lights dim down low as a heavy drum beat kicks in.
THE GODS WATCH OVER YOU AND THEY CONSIDER WHAT YOU’VE DONE
Deep blue lights appear next to the tron creating a waterfall effect downwards as the live performance of “Murmaider II: The Water God” hits in to full effect. Water geysers blast from either side of the band in tune with the drum beats as Wade Moor steps out on to the stage, Cthulu skin coat gleaming under light blue spotlight to a massive crowd POP!!!
HE CAN SWIM THROUGH MATTER, HE HAS POISONED TEETH HIS TENTACLES HAVE MURDERED, HIS SCREAMS CAN KILL THE WEAK HE HAS EXPLOSIVES? CHECK CORROSIVES? CHECK A MASTER AT THE ART OF MURDER, MURMAIDS WEEP THEIR BLACKENED TEARS
Kyle Steele: ON HIS WAY TO THE RING, FROM THE EVERGLADES! STANDING AT SIX FOOT TWO AND WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY POUNDS!!! HE IS THE LEVIATHAN, GAWDNILLA HIS DAMN SELF, WAAAAAAADE MOOOOOOOOOR!!!
Wade makes his way down the ramp, carrying an aura of menace and threat to the ring with him. His eyes are dark blue, his fangs sharp, laser focused on the match ahead of him. He slides into the ring as Kyle Steele exits and slithers to the middle and with agility unknown to a man of his size, pops up on one knee and throws his arms out to either side. He whips the scaly hood off his head and glares into the camera, silently daring, almost BEGGING Corey Black to make his way down to the ring.
THE LEVIATHAN HAS ARRIVED.
Wade Moor: UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!
The crowd POPS hard again as Wade stands to his feet and glares down the entrance ramp, awaiting the start of this match up.
Zach Davis: GAWDNILLA WADE MOOR HAS ARRIVED AT ONE!
Freddy Whoa: Jacked and stacked, ready for this clash of the titans to begin!
The lights once again dip low and the crowd roars in anticipation. Jumbotron comes to life, a sweeping shot of a castle in a vast prairie. Iron clad knights march up to the gate of the castle, swords held high. From the sky arrows blot out the sun! Vicious impacts upon the knight guardsmen, blood spraying everywhere. A band of warbearded Vikings emerge from the mist, engaging in full combat with the knights! Limbs, heads, blood flying everywhichway! Soon the dust settles and one man stands among a sea of fallen warriors. A gilded conqueror.
A metal cover of “300 Violin Orchestra” hits the PA system as the crowd goes bananas. Out from the back steps that very same gold armor clad hero. Stepping into a spotlight is Corey Black. Golden armor from the chest down, upon his head a gilded crown featuring gems of red, green, yellow, orange, blue and purple. He triumphantly marches toward ringside as the crowd goes absolutely mad. He reaches the ring finally, shedding his armor to reveal white boots, royal metallic blue kick pads, the same blue bicycle shorts with a white skull crown, blue elbow and knee pads, and white wrist tape – a far cry from the flat black attire he is known to don. Corey slides into the ring, crouching in his corner and eyeballing Wade Moor.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA.
Zach Davis: This dream match is about to pop off!
The big dick energy in the ring is nearly causing sexual shockwaves throughout the arena. Wade is seething in his corner, almost going mad, waiting to literally be unleashed. Corey Black, on the other hand, is cool, calm, collected, poised in his corner waiting for the bell. And here it is.
DING DING DING
Freddy Whoa: This is a main event if I have ever seen one – OH MY GOD!
Wade Moor has shot out of his corner like a fucking cannon, bee-line right at Corey Black – who has ducked out of the ring and to the apron, swinging a boot into the oncoming face of Wade Moor! Corey goes to springboard but Wade moves in and catches him with a powerslam off the rope! Wade fast and furious off the ropes and leaps into the air crashing down with a senton, driving the air from Corey’s lungs! Wade rolls into a cover, knowing full well this won’t do it, but his tongue hangs out in ecstasy anyway.
Wade stands up and pulls Corey up by the head, hitting a European Uppercut and offering Corey a free shot, which is obliged and Corey uncorks a big elbow strike knocking Wade silly. He laughs and comes back to in a moment, though, popping off another Uppercut and offering his chin. Corey drills Wade again, this time knocking Wade into the buckles, but he likes it?! Wade rushes out and front kicks Corey Black in the chest sending him tumbling across the mat!
Freddy Whoa: Strike for strike with these two!
Corey’s back to his feet and rushes forward with a bicycle knee! Wade hits the middle rope, Corey off the opposite side, V-TRIGGER KNEE STRIKE! Wade Moor is loopy, stumbling and bumbling in the ring, Corey winds up and KNEE STRIKE KNOCKS WADE DOWN! COVER!
Zach Davis: Vintage!
Corey on the attack still, springboard moonsault off the middle rope, he rolls through and does it once again from the other side. Wade is dazed, Corey pulls him to a sitting position and UNLOADS ELBOW STRIKES! FOR VICTORY OR DEATH!
Zach Davis: Corey is hammering down with the might of Thor!
Over and over, strike after strike, Wade Moor’s expression gets dimmer and dimmer. Until it turns into a smile. Wade Moor leans back and regurgitates a stream of water into the face of Corey Black?!
Freddy Whoa: AN H2O MIST?!
The shock of it all causes Corey to release and back away, checking the liquid on his body and face – it’s just water, but it was enough to give Wade an opening which he takes by clotheslining Corey Black down to the mat! Corey retreats to a corner and pulls himself up only to get caught and thrown in a belly to belly suplex! Wade on the attack, not giving an inch, he peels Corey from the mat and slams him back down with a thunderous chokeslam! Wade kneels with the move and holds it in a cover!
Zach Davis: I’m pretty sure I see what Wade is doing, he’s wrestling a match that will frustrate the King of All Wrestlers.
Freddy Whoa: Bold strategy, but knowing Wade Moor, it’ll work.
Wade gets off Corey and leans against the ropes, waiting for him to stand. As he does, Wade comes in with an overhand chop to the chest. A stinging blow that is quickly retaliated for with a forearm strike! Overhand chop, forearm strike! Wade grabs the Viking beard, chop! Corey grabs the Leviathan beard, forearm strike! The crowd is building and building to a crescendo with every blow! Wade hits a chop that turns Corey around, who winds up and POPS THE FUCK OFF WITH A DISCUS LARIAT THAT TAKES WADE MOOR’S HEAD CLEAN OFF! The big man flips and flops to his back unsure of what the hell just went down! Corey kneels beside the fallen Sea God breathing heavily. He’s gathering himself, feeling the crowd. Off the ropes, back toward a missing Wade Moor, he’s rolled to the floor.
Zach Davis: Veteran move by Moor.
Wade reaches in and tangles Corey’s feet, tripping him and pulling him to the floor where he lifts the King over his head and delivers a PRESS SLAM ONTO THE GUARD RAIL?! Corey hits back first and the momentum sends him into the crowd! They all gasp in disgust! What a move!
Freddy Whoa: HOLY CRUSTACEAN?!
Wade’s mouth is agape. His eyes wide, darting around the arena in almost a trance. He leans over the railing and pulls Corey up and over by the hair, kicking the man in the head as he lay writhing in agony on the floor before Wade. From under the ring Wade grabs a device, and pulls the trigger revealing a flame. Wade Moor has a lighter. And beside it? Clear liquid in a container.
Zach Davis: Oh lord no..
Wade takes a big chug of the liquid and poises the flame in front of his face.. Corey is struggling to get up.. struggling.. the crowd begging him to stay down.. Corey is up.
Freddy Whoa: WHOAAAA
FIREBALL INTO THE FACE OF COREY BLACK! COREY HITS THE FLOOR CLUTCHING HIS FACE AS YOUNGBOYS RUN IN WITH WATER BOTTLES TO DOUSE ANY REMNANTS!
Zach Davis: Moor wasn’t kidding, he is literally trying to burn this whole establishment to rubble!
Medics rush in to check on the status of Corey Black, Wade drops the lighter and rolls back into the ring, basking in his own glory. Taylor Swift runs down from the back to check, Corey’s shouldering face covered by bandages now. He must have burnt all the hair off Corey’s head. Can confirm, bears and hair are fine, if not a little fire-trimmed.
Freddy Whoa: What a violent display.
The bandage covers one eye of Corey Black, his right eye. Wraps all the way around his head but he’s pleading with medics to allow him to get back into this. Doctors and officials hold Corey down though, Wade sees his opportunity. He saunters over to the ropes, leans through the middle and top, grabbing Taylor Swift by the hair! He drags her into the ring!
Zach Davis: NO WADE, STOP!
Wade licks his lips, the crowd going nuts, this man has the worlds biggest pop star inside a ring by her hair! Officials run in to stop him but he thrusts her head between his legs and points for them to stop or he’ll do it!
Freddy Whoa: WADE NO! LET HER GO!
Officials back off and can only watch as Taylor Swift flails under the might of Wade Moor. He laughs. A sickening laugh. Then he quickly hooks the arms and behind her legs, PACKAGE PILEDRIVER TO TAYLOR SWIFT RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING RING!
Zach Davis: UNBELIEVABLE BASTARD, NO!
Freddy Whoa: HE JUST HIT UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAIN TO TAYLOR SWIFT, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
The crowd is in a stunned silence as the prone, limp body of Taylor Swift lay on the mat, Wade sitting by her, not moving from the drop. Officials are able to reach in and pull her to safety, but the damage is done. Doctors are just finishing up with Corey, they’re on the payroll, they don’t tell the boss what to do. His eye is bandaged up and he’s standing.. to see the replay on the Jumbotron. Wade is looking at the screen too, when it ends he slowly turns his head toward Corey Black smiling.
Zach Davis: What has this man done..
The fire behind Corey’s eye is a million times hotter than the fire that burned his other one. Wade gets to his feet and invites the Jomsviking into the ring. Corey doesn’t move. He’s literally shaking from head to toe, trembling in rage. Frustration didn’t work, but boy this did.
Freddy Whoa: What a gameplan.
Zach Davis: I’m not sure how great of a gameplan it is to reduce a man to whatever state Corey Black is currently in.
In a flash Corey Black snaps, he slides into the ring and begins un-fucking-loading on Wade. Hammer blow, kick, shot after shot for what seems like thirty seconds. Corey finally inhales deep and hits the ropes, only to get hit with a BROSEIDON PUNCH?! Corey DOES NOT GO DOWN?! HE EATS IT, SUPERKICK TO WADE MOOR! FLATTENS THE BIG MAN! Corey mounts, spins, KNEE STRIKE TO THE TOP OF THE HEAD, ANOTHER, A BARRAGE OF KNEES! EACH MORE DEVASTATING THAN THE LAST! THE REF IS IN THERE CHECKING ON WADE!
Zach Davis: oh my GOD
WADE MOOR WITH A THUMB TO THE BANDAGED EYE, DISGUSTING! The crowd reacts in kind, almost doubling over all at once. Corey relinquishes the strikes, Wade scurried to his feet SECOND BROSEIDON PUNCH RIGHT TO THE EYE SENDING BLOOD EVERYWHERE! THE BANDAGE IS IMMEDIETLY SOAKED, RED LIQUID CASCADES OFF THE HEAD WITH THE FORCE, THE SICKENING CRUNCH OF A BROKEN EYE SOCKET MY FUCKING WORD!
Zach Davis: STOP THIS
Corey DROPS TO A KNEE. Wade stands over the fallen warrior, asking which punishment will end the war. Blood dripping from his eye, running down his cheek, into his graying dark beard and falling to the mat.. Corey Black looks up at his foe. Wade barks at Corey, WHAT WILL BE THY DOOM?! Corey looks to the mat, pooling blood forming around his white boot. The King of All Wrestlers stands, legs quivering. Wade laughs, throws his arms out wide and nods.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t believe this..
Wade off the far side ropes, BROSEIDON PUNCH AGAIN –
IT’S BLOCKED –
NO IT’S DODGED –
COREY ROLLS BEHIND AND SCHOOL BOYS WADE MOOR THORUGH, WADE TO HIS KNEES, COREY IS UP, V-TRIGGERRRRRRRR! KNEE STRIKE LANDS FLUSH! WADE FALLS TO HIS BACK LEGS STILL FOLDED UNDERNEATH HIM, COREY LAYS ON THE MAT CRAWLING TO THE COVER! THE CROWD IS GOING MAD!
Zach Davis: DO IT MAN! DO IT!
COREY CAN TOUCH WADE AND – OH MY FUCKING GOD
NO HANDS – NO ARMS – WADE MOOR SEEMINGLY LEVITATES TO STANDING BASE ONLY USING HIS LEGS THAT WERE FOLDED BENEATH HIM! COREY’S BATTERED ARM LANDS ON THE MAT WHERE WADE’S CHEST WAS, AND IS NO LONGER! THE LEVIATHAIN… HAS… RISEN!
Freddy Whoa: … … … WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Snapping quickly around, Wade Moor stomps the back of Corey Black’s head, driving his face into the mat, sending eye blood everywhere. Wade grabs Corey’s left arm, holding it while delivering another sickening stomp to the head. Wade pulls Corey to a makeshift standing base, swinging the legend around the ring like a marionette, waving to the crowd as he does. Finally, he stops near the ropes and hoists Corey up – POWERBOMB OVER THE ROPES, DROPPING COREY ON THE APRON! A THUD ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE ARENA AS COREY BLACK CRUMBLES LIFELESSLY TO THE FLOOR ONCE AGAIN!
Freddy Whoa: This is about to cross over into uncharted territory, Zach, we might have to call this one if it keeps up.
Zach Davis: It should have been called a long time ago, we won’t have an owner once again here soon.
Wade slams to the mat on his stomach, reaching under the bottom rope to guide a broken Corey Black into the ring, rolled to his back and a cover made.
Wade.. pulls Corey up?
No, Corey is sliding out of the ring?
Zach Davis: What is this now?!
Taylor Swift is back to her feet and she pulled Corey Black out of the pinfall!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t believe it.
Every jaw in the arena is on the floor except Wade, he’s smiling, on his elbows with his head on his hands smiling. Taylor Swift is staring daggers through GAWDNILLA but he’s gleeful. Suddenly he snaps, slithers out of the ring and gives chase! She runs, dodging stairs and cameraman in her path! Wade hot on her tail – she JUMPS UP TO THE GUARD RAIL AND FLIES OFF IN A MOONSAULT?! WADE IS CAUGHT OFF GUARD, HE TAKES TWO KNEES INTO THE FACE AND SLAMS THE BACK OF HIS HEAD INTO THE FLOOR! He gets back up, seeing stars, notices the blonde woman around the ring corner and marches RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK, COREY IS UP, HE LIFTS THE BIGGER MAN INTO THE SKY AND DROPS HIM DOWN WITH A BIG OL’ MICHINOKU DRIVER ON THE FLOOR! COREY IS IN NEAR PANIC, SCRAMBLING TO GET WADE BACK INTO THE RING! COVER! COVER! COVER!
KICKOUT BY WADE MOOR WITH AUTHORITY, COREY DOESN’T RELENT, TO THE TOP ROPE – 450 SPLASH! COVER!
COREY. DOES NOT. RELENT.
TO THE TOP AGAIN, SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
Every lung in the arena is out of air. Like the room was deflated. Corey pleads with the ref while still laying on his stomach on the mat, it was just two.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS IS WCF!
The crowd begins cheering, nay, standing and going bonkers. A standing ovation for the efforts. But the match isn’t done, Corey doesn’t know what to do to put it away. He gets to his knees, then stands. Bending over Wade, he grabs the hair and guides Wade Moor into the corner. Wade is groggy, holding his ribcage. Corey runs to the other side buckle, RUNNING DROPKICK TO THE FACE! WADE ISN’T DOWN, COREY DOES IT AGAIN! WADE STILL ISN’T DOWN, THIRD TIME IS A CHARM!
B I G W A V E Y B O I
WADE CATCHES COREY COMING IN AND FLAPJACKS HIM RIGHT ON THE BUCKLE!
Zach Davis: THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND!
Corey is out on his feet, but Wade with the boot and the hook, PACKAGE PILEDRIVER, UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAAAAAAAAAN
REVERSES THE MOVE WHILE UPSIDE DOWN
LANDS ON HIS FEET
ROARING ELBOW THAT COULD SHATTER DIAMONDS!
Freddy Whoa: UN-BE-LEIEVABLE!
COREY BLACK FALLS ONTO THE SLEEPING LEVIATHAN!
REF DROPS FOR THE COUNT
EXCEPT IT WASN’T, WADE MOOR KICKED OUT!
Zach Davis: NO
The crowd’s reaction echoes Zach, some nearly in tears. Who knows what will end this? Wade is stirring, Corey crawls through the middle and bottom rope to the apron, standing up and preparing a springboard move.. Wade is up, Corey to the top rope! THEN THE OTHER CORNER TOP ROPE, COREY FLIES OFF IN A TORNADO SPIN!
AND WADE MOOR STICKS HIS FUCKING ARM OUT
WADE CATCHES COREY AROUND THE THROAT AS HE TRIED TO TORNADO HIS SOUL
WADE WITH A FUCKIN’ DEVASTATING HEADBUTT DIRECTLY TO THE EYE SOCKET!
DROPS COREY BLACK TO A KNEE!
A SECOND SICKENING HEADBUTT!
WADE PULLS HIM IN!
PACKAGE PILEDRIVER! UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! WADE TO COVER, THE CROWD LOSING IT!
WADE MOOR HAS BEATEN
NOBODY BECAUSE COREY BLACK SLIPPES HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE VERY LAST MILLISECOND!
Zach Davis: HE DIDN’T GET HIM?!
The crowd, my god the crowd, words cannot describe the feeling. Their heart and souls are on their sleeves at this point. But it’s time for Wade to end this. He stands up, pulls Corey up and throws him into a turnbuckle. He places Corey on top, then goes to the outside to climb up too.
Zach Davis: What the fu-..
Wade positions Corey so that he’s upside down in Wade’s grasp while Wade sits on the top rope. He’s going to fucking do it.
Freddy Whoa: HE’S GOING TO UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE?!
The crowd pleads with Wade, no please, don’t, he’ll die. Wade doesn’t fucking care. This is exactly what he wanted. Wade stands up, mocking the crowd, looking Taylor Swift right in the eye – and he LOSES GRIP?! COREY GOT HIS RIGHT LEG FREE AND HE’S KICKING AT WADE MOOR’S HEAD UPSIDE DOWN IN A PILEDRIVER ON THE MIDDLE ROPE?! WADE SITS BACK DOWN TO ASSERTAIN, COREY POPPING OFF KICK AFTER KICK! IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO BREAK FREE!
Zach Davis: DO IT COREY!
ONE MORE KICK WILL DO IT, AND THAT’S WHEN WADE GAWDNILLA MOOR STANDS UP AND LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE FALLING TO THE APRON! BOTH MEN LAND HARD AND AWKWARD!
Freddy Whoa: Corey almost broke out it was all Wade could do!
They lie on the apron clutching their limbs and points of agony. Slowly but surely both men use the ropes to stand, the crowd behind them, Corey rushes in and he’s CAUGHT! URANAGE SLAM OFF THE APRON! NO COREY BACKFLIPS AND LANDS ON THE FLOOR! SUPERHERO POOOOOSE! WADE LEANS DOWN TO ATTACK, BLUE MIST TO THE EYES! OH MY GOOOOD WADE CAN’T SEE, HE’S BLINDED, COREY LEAPS UP TO THE APRON WITH THE CROWD ROARING – BRAIN FUCKING BUSTER ON THE APRON, WADE MOOR IS SPIKED! COREY INTO THE RING, DRAGS WADE IN, THIS IS IT, THIS IS IT!
Zach Davis: IT’S OVER FINALLY
KICKS OUT SOMEHOW
THE CROWD COLLECTIVELY GASPS!
Freddy Whoa: At this point I don’t know what to say anymore, Zach. What can even come close to ending this?
Wade desperately tries to get the mist from his face, Corey is up on his knees sucking wind. A glimmer in Corey’s eye, he knows what to do to end this. He walks over to Wade, assists him up and hits a big forearm spinning the big man around. Corey hooks the leg and neck – lifting Wade onto his shoulders! The crowd comes even more alive!
Zach Davis: BURNING…
WADE SLIPS OUT! He’s behind Corey, BIG GERMAN SUPLEX! HE HOLDS ON, ROLLS, ANOTHER ONE! STILL HANGING ON, RIPCORDS COREY OUT, BIG BOOT RIGHT IN THE FACE! COREY TO HIS KNEES – BROSEIDON PUUUUUNCHHHHHH! HAMMERFIST STYLE TO A PRONE COREY BLACK! THE KING CRUMPLES TO THE CANVAS! WADE COVERS!
COREY BLACK KICKS OUT OF IT, AND THEN – OH MY GOD – HE LEVITATES THE SAME WAY WADE DID WITH HIS LEGS FOLDED UNDER AT THE KNEE! COREY BLACK LOOKS POSSESSED! A PRIMAL SCREAM, DISCUS! CLOTHESLINE! KNOCKS WADE! IN A FLIP! HE PULLS WADE UP, PRIMAL SCREAM AGAIN
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Freddy Whoa: HE HAS DONE IT!
COREY BLACK CAN’T BELIEVE IT!
BECAUSE WADE MOOR KICKED OUT BEFORE 3!
THE REF IS IN COREY’S EAR PLEADING WITH HIM, SAYING IT WAS A TWO!
Zach Davis: Someone just come end this, there’s no way either man puts the other down.
A wide sweeping shot of the crowd show they are cheering and showing appreciation. Corey and Wade lie in the ring, both beat to hell. Corey is the first to even attempt to get up, crawling to the turnbuckle in an attempt to use it to stand. Wade turns to his stomach slowly and he himself attempts to get up. Corey runs full speed and goes for a punt kick to the head! Wade moves, Corey careens into the turnbuckle, WADE COMES IN WITH A BIG CLOTHESLINE! COREY TO A KNEE, CANNONBAAAAALLLLLLLLLL
COREY PERCHES IN THE CORNER AND GETS THE KNEES UP! WADE LANDS HARD! Wade is on a knee, Corey behind him… COREY WINDS UP AND DRIVES A BASEBALL SWING ELBOW THROUGH THE BACK OF WADE MOOR’S HEAD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! WADE CRUMBLES TO THE MAT, COREY THROWS AN ARM OVER TOP OF HIM!
Zach Davis: DID HE
IT’S OVER, WADE MOOR HASN’T MOVED, COREY WITH ONE ARM OVER THE FALLEN WARRIOR HAS PINNED THE LEVIATHAN AT ONE!
Freddy Whoa: UNREAL!
The crowd explodes, Taylor Swift slides into the ring, medics too, everyone is checking on the eye. Blood pooling on the mat as Corey lay there exhausted. Wade is finally coming to, unsure of what truck just went through him. He groggily rolls to the floor but the crowd cheers his ass on anyway, what a fucking battle.
Zach Davis: Two absolute legends of the sport leaving it all out here tonight on the grandest stage.
Corey is to his feet, arm in the air and the crowd is going nuts. Medics, doctors and officials help him through the ropes to the back, all while the crowd can’t stop cheering.
Freddy Whoa: You know Zach, I’m just glad it’s over, what an insanely violent display.
Zach Davis: You can’t take anything away from Wade Moor on this night, but the King reigns supreme at One
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 9, 2019 0:11:46 GMT -5
Seth Lerch vs Mystery Opponent
"Master Of Puppets" hits the arena speakers. The entire place shakes as the crowd gets to their feet and begin the cheers as Seth Lerch walks out from the back.
Zach Davis: And there he is! The man who went from Owner to Hall Of Famer, the man who started this company back in 2000...Seth Lerch.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
He walks to the ring, slapping a few hands, and rolls in. He headbangs a bit to the music once he's in the ring.
Zach Davis: And Seth...he looks ready for a match. Wait is he actually out here for a match?
Freddy Whoa: I had heard on Twitter that he had asked Corey Black to give him a match here tonight. And as a favor to his old boss Black had agreed.
Zach Davis: How did you hear about that and I didn't?!
Seth still headbanging in the ring until his music fades out.
Zach Davis: So who is he-
"Breakdown" by Biohazard hits.
Freddy Whoa: Are you kidding me?! BIOHAZARD IS HERE TONIGHT!
Biohazard races down to the ring as purple and yellow strobe lights flash. He slides into the ring, leaving a black, oozy trail on the mat. He gets to his feet, ooze pouring from the mouth hole of his mask.
Zach Davis: Jesus. If you started watching WCF just this year you must be all kinds of confused.
Freddy Whoa: Hey! This moment is epic for those of us who have been here for a while!
DING! DING! DING!
Seth begins to do a little shadowboxing as he bounces out from his corner. Biohazard moves to the center of the ring and...oozes. Seth goes to throw a punch when Biohazard reaches into his tights, fishes around for an obscenely long time and then pulls out a hot dog. Biohazard oozes onto said hot dog like the world's condiment container and offers it to Seth.
Zach Davis: Epic you said?
Freddy Whoa: Yes damn it!
Seth knocks the hot dog away, drawing a cry of pain from Biohazard. Seth with a devastating left jab and then a leaping DDT. Seth win the pin.
Zach Davis: That...that was it!
Freddy Whoa: SETH WINS! SETH WINS! END THE PAY PER VIEW NOW BECAUSE YOU CANNOT TOP THIS MOMENT!
Seth gets to his feet and begins running around the ring like he just won the lottery. The referee stops him long enough to raise his arm and then Seth does a running knee slide on the mat before busting out an air guitar solo.
Zach Davis: Seriously that was it?
Freddy Whoa: Shush you!
Seth continues the celebration until his music suddenly cuts. "Explosia" by Gojira hits as Jayson Price storms out from the back. He grabs a microphone before getting in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes Jayson Price and he looks pissed.
Zach Davis: Of course he doesn't! The loser got nearly killed by John Rabid and then found out he got outsmarted by the Mustache Family. The damn Mustaches! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Jayson Price: Are you kidding me? I'm having the worst night of my life and you get to celebrate this "win"? You little piece of shit, you stole my spot in the Hall Of Fame and you get a win on a night where I lose and I get tricked out of a fortune by hillbillies? Fuck that! I'm going to end this right here, right now.
Price drops the microphone and grabs the referee by the shirt. Price screaming at him and shaking him until the referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Zach Davis: THIS IS ANOTHER MATCH? WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!
Price turns around and immediately takes a low blow. Seth with the roll-up.
The referee calls for the bell after the fastest three count in history and then runs for his life. Price still holding his groin as Seth resumes his celebration.
Freddy Whoa: DID SETH JUST PIN JAYSON PRICE TOO?! SETH WINS TWO MATCHES BACK TO BACK! SETH DA GOAT!
Zach Davis: I'm not even going to question this, I'm about to cry tears of joy after seeing Price humiliated like this.
One goes to a promo for the main event as Seth's air guitar concert continues.
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 9, 2019 0:19:15 GMT -5
WCF Television Title Match All Six WCF Infinity Stones On The Line Samuel McPherson vs Teo Blaze (c)
Zach Davis: It's been a crazy night at this years One, but what did you expect it to be? In mere moments we'll be seeing Teo Blaze put his three Infinity Stones on the line as well as his WCF Television Title! Who do you think will come out victorious Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: I predict a new champion, because I just love to hear you cry over who lost. One of these men are going to make history tonight, and the other, well the other will be just another face in the crowd!
Zach Davis: Can't argue much about that except for one exception! I actually think a title change would help increase the One Pay Per View numbers because a title change equals more views!
Freddy Whoa: Just like how your girl friend, friend zoned you, and now you get to view her with me a lot more!
Zach Davis: Fred, why do you always have to make this personal? Why can't we ever just call the match?
Freddy Whoa: Well, that's because you're an easy target and I love hitting the bulls eye every time we're out here!
Zach Davis: Well Freddy, I'm going to do my best to keep it professional until we are off of the air!
Freddy Whoa: And then what? You'll just go back to your mom's basement, and then fill yourself up on Ramen noodles. You're pathetic. Why don't you just get your own place, and quit being such a baby Zach?
Zach Davis: Freddy, just shut the hell up! We have to watch the challenger “The Animal” Samuel McPherson come down to the ring. We can't afford to waste any more time.
Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace plays over the sound system as a large man walks out from the curtain and stands on top of the ramp, looking around with Henry standing behind him before he walks very slowly to ringside as he steps on the apron and goes over the top rope with his feet and goes to a corner to rest himself up on, looking at his opponent with intensity before the match starts.
Freddy Whoa: There is our challenger! You know with a name like “The Animal” it makes me wonder if he is going to act like some rabid animal with rabies, or if Teo Blaze is going to neuter him in this contest.
Zach Davis: Freddy, what the hell are you trying to do? Get our asses kicked again? Don't you dare mention that about the challenger.
Freddy Whoa: What? It's a valid question and I think the WCF Galaxy deserves an answer!
The Crowd explodes as a pounding drum beat tears throughout the arena, signalling the arrival of the one and only Teo Blaze! The lights drop, enveloping the arena in darkness as they turn towards the entrance ramp. His new signature song, "The Phoenix" playing throughout the arena.
With a crescendo and a burst of flame, Teo del Sol springs onto the entrance ramp, a look of utter twisted delight 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, twirling his King of All Media scepter in his right hand.
He makes a lap around the side of the ring high fiving the fans along the way. He even stops to hand a pair of glasses to a young fan in the front row. The former luchador wears a happy grin as he rolls between the ropes, staring out into the arena exploding with appreciative applause before shrugging nonchalantly 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 tosses his scepter to the ringside crew, waiting happily for his opponent.
Zach Davis: Freddy you know you're an idiot right? Before the ring bell sounds I have to mention that Skip Windinger is going to have his hands full tonight. Both of these men are going to try to put the other out of his misery to be the first man to wield the Infinity Championship after this is over!
DING! DING! DING!
Blaze runs at McPherson immediately hitting a standing drop kick that makes McPherson stumble back. Blaze then throws a kick at the thigh of McPherson. McPherson grabs the leg of Blaze picking him up and slamming in down in a cradled power bomb. McPherson pushes Blaze down for the three but Blaze kicks out before Skip Windinger can make the count. Enraged McPherson holds up three fingers. Skip holds up two hands. Blaze from out of no where catches McPherson with a float over ddt. McPherson rolls to the ropes, and then gets up to his feet. Blaze runs again but McPherson side steps sending Blaze over the top rope to the outside. Blaze lands hard on the floor, and McPherson rolls out of the ring to continue the assault. McPherson grabs up Blaze and sends him shoulder first into the ring post. McPherson then walks up the ring steps and steps through the ropes as Skip Windinger begins the count.
Freddy Whoa: Even if its a count out we're going to get a new champion! What an upset this would be if McPherson some how eliminates Blaze right now!
Zach Davis: Well Fred, that simply isn't going to happen!
Blaze rolls into the ring hopping up on the middle turnbuckle and he throws an arm up to indicate he is okay. The crowd loses their minds as McPherson does not look very pleased. McPherson takes off running toward Blaze but Blaze comes off with an Asai Moonsault that sends McPherson down. Blaze then spins around throwing up both of his arms!
Freddy Whoa: You know Zach, I'm trying to decide who is more of an embarrassment. You, or this audience. They are band wagon fans that will latch on to any old has been!
Zach Davis: Are you talking about yourself Freddy because I'd say that sums up my thoughts exactly!
Freddy Whoa: You little fucking pip squeak! I'm going to make your life hell now!
Zach Davis: Not if I make yours hell first!
Freddy Whoa: Trust me Zach; you are a bane on my existence!
McPherson stands as Blaze sends kicks, chops, and kicks to McPherson. McPherson however lands a huge clothesline that sends Blaze down hard. McPherson picks up Blaze, and sends Blaze down with a double powerbomb slam. Blaze is laying on the ring canvas motion less. McPherson hits the ropes trying for an elbow drop. McPherson connects, and Blaze rolls to where he is under the ropes. McPherson wastes no time putting the boots to Blaze. Skip Windinger heads over and counts 1! 2! 3! 4!
McPherson immediately turns around to Windinger to intidimate him. This allows for Blaze use the ropes to his advantage. He hops on the top rope coming off with a frankensteiner to McPherson which sends him back down. McPherson then just sits up for no reason. Blaze his the ropes trying for a drop kick, but McPherson rolls out of the way. Blaze gets caught up in the ropes again. McPherson smiles as he takes his time walking over. McPherson with a head butt and Blaze goes tumbling to the outside. Windinger then warns McPherson to “knock that shit off” McPherson then holds his hands up like he is innocent and he laughs off the warning. McPherson then hits the ropes going through the middle rope for a suicide dive attempt. It's at this moment that Blaze swings a steel chair connecting right against the head, and face area of McPherson! McPherson falls awkwardly as you might expect him too. Blaze looks under the ring and finds a trash can. Blaze then raises McPherson to dump the trash can over the head and torso of McPherson. Blaze then goes to the top of the turnbuckle, and he motions to the crowd. Blaze comes off with a five star frog splash but then McPherson grabs the garbage can enough to wiggle out of it. With McPherson out of the way; McPherson watches as Blaze hits the trash can and dents it through. McPherson begins laughing as he rolls back into the ring.
Windinger again counts
Blaze then rolls in and McPherson is livid. McPherson elbows Blaze sending him off of the apron but Blaze just runs around to where the ring is unobstructed and slides inside. McPherson tries for a super kick but Blaze ducks hitting the ropes and coming off with a flying clothesline! McPherson goes down momentarily but is then back up and McPherson hits a chop block onto Blaze. Blaze goes down. McPherson then sends several fore arm shots to the head of Blaze!
Zach Davis: I must be doing something right then Freddy. One is turning out to be complete hell!
Freddy Whoa: For me too Zach because you're on commentary!
Blaze looks like he is getting woozy. McPherson picks up Blaze sending him down with a pump handle slam! Blaze winces and looks to be in pain. McPherson then rolls out of the ring and begins tearing it apart. There is no ring apron now on all four corners of the ring. McPherson then removes all the turnbuckle pads Blaze is up. Blaze runs toward McPherson again delivering a irish whip. McPherson comes back and Blaze grabs the head of the McPherson slamming McPherson's head into the exposed steel. McPherson is reeling back while Blaze prepares some more offense. Blaze then lands some knife edge chops against McPherson as McPherson is backed up against the ropes. Blaze then climbs atop McPherson beating his face for a ten count as the audience counts in unison. This doesn't really work in the favor of Blaze because McPherson all of a sudden comes to life, and Blaze goes down with a nasty looking spine buster. McPherson then covers Blaze hooking the leg as Windinger counts
Blaze kicks out and McPherson grabs the head of Blaze slamming it back down to the canvas hard. Blaze raises up holding his head and then McPherson climbs on top of Blaze giving him vicious ground and pound. To the point where Blaze is a bloody mess. McPherson tries for another spine buster but this time Blaze reverses it into a mexican stretch. The audience screams ah!!! together. McPherson then gets up and demands he check Blaze for any signs of life. Windinger complies and Blaze slowly gives a thumbs up. McPherson turns around and he is pissed. McPherson rolls out of the ring and then McPherson brandishes a huge knife from some where on his gear. He then cuts the impact foam of the wrestling ring. He pulls it until it is gone and McPherson tosses it aside. What is now revealed is the frame and the wood inside. Blaze then hits a back flip over the top rope into a clothesline that catch McPherson sending him down to the floor. Blaze takes a look at the ring and mouths “bring it on” He then slides back into the ring taunting McPherson. McPherson then sees the WCF TV Title over in the distance. Figuring its all ready his McPherson grabs it placing it on his shoulder. Blaze even though he is bloody, and bruised climbs on the security barrier running across ready to attack that's when McPherson then smacks Blaze the face with the WCF TV Title, and then McPherson slams it on the floor.
Zach Davis: I don't know how Blaze is still in this match. He just keeps on trying to find new ways of hurting you. We may be looking at the show stealer here.
Freddy Whoa: You're too incompetent to call the show stealer Zach, but I believe it is coming up later in the evening.
McPherson rolls back into the ring awaiting Blaze.
Even though Blaze is a bloody mess Blaze slides back into the ring. McPherson stalks Blaze trying for a side slam but Blaze reverses into the blazing knee. He makes a quick cover as Windinger counts
Zach Davis: AND TEO BLAZE RETAINS THE TELEVISION TITLE!
Freddy Whoa: He also wins the last of the Infinity Stones! Teo Blaze is the first ever WCF Infinity Champion!
Zach Davis: But where is the belt?
Freddy Whoa: I'm being told now that Corey Black will be presenting Teo with the Infinity Title at our next Slam. It's a big deal after all!
Post by WCF Results Account on Jan 9, 2019 0:29:26 GMT -5
WCF World Title Match Odin Balfore vs Noble Savage vs Alex Richards vs Bonnie Blue (c)
Kyle Steel: The following is a FATAL FOURWAY MATCH and it is for the WCF WORLD TITLE! The first wrestler to score a pinfall or submission will leave as the WCF WORLD CHAMPION!
Lights get bright and start flashing white with purple in the arena, the stage fills with Grey smoke and the Carpenter Brut organ intro to the song "Dance Macabre" by Ghost begins...
The full song kicks in, and 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.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the challengers. First, from Adirondack, New York, weighing in at 135 pounds...NOBLE SAVAGE!
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: 2018 was a big year for Noble Savage. Big may not even be the word for it. Not only has she strung together some impressive wins since her debut, but the biggest one was the one that got her here tonight...WAR. The list of people to win WAR has some impressive names on it and Noble Savage managed to add hers with a dominating performance. Can she carry it over to tonight and walk out as WCF World Champion?
Freddy Whoa: I will not sleep on this woman, Zach. She is a force to be reckoned with and WAR showed it.
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 325 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.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards has been the subject of a lot of talk coming into this match. Many question why he's been given a place in this match.
Freddy Whoa: The man beat Bonnie Blue and Odin Balfore both, just a week apart. He pinned the World Champion AND the number one contender in consecutive weeks. People talk like he hasn't earned a spot but I say he deserves it as much as anyone. It's a case of someone who got red hot when it mattered most.
Zach Davis: That's something people are going to debate for a long time, I'm sure. But if he can win tonight it might silence the haters.
"With Odin 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.
Kyle Steel: From The Federal District, Poon Guinea, weighing in at 340 pounds, he is The All Father....OOOOOOOODIN BALFOOOOOORE!
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 Richards and Savage as he waits for the match to get underway.
Zach Davis: And here is another man that some questioned being in this match. A lot of people saying that Noble Savage should have gotten herself a one on one match at One after winning WAR.
Freddy Whoa: But Odin gets his rematch! That's the thing people ignore. Odin lost the World Title last month, yes. But every World Champion has it in their contract that they get a rematch should they lose their title. Odin is no different. There is no conspiracy against Noble Savage.
Zach Davis: Again, the debate will wage on I'm sure.
White fog rolls across the stage as the opening riff of “Blood” filters through the speakers. The WCF-Tron flickers to life with a black-and-white image of Bonnie Blue, her face streaked bloody, as she launches herself in slow motion at Odin Balfore. A burning effect wipes away the image, and a full-color video package begins to play. The arena thunders with a roar of disapproval as Bonnie Blue steps from behind the curtain, WCF World Title draped over her shoulder, and stalks to the edge of the stage to lift the belt high overhead. The tempo picks up, and the Hardcore Queen struts down the ramp, trading high-fives and fist bumps with the fans who want them; taunting the rest with an arrogant sneer on crimson lips.
Kyle Steel: And introducing the final competitor. From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 132 pounds, she is the reigning and defending WCF World Champion...BOOOOOOONNIE BLUUUUUUUUUUE!
At ringside, she walks up the steps and swaggers across the ring, clutching the World Title possessively as she climbs up the turnbuckles. Basking in the chorus of boos, the Time Witch poses, one foot on the top rope, raising her hard-earned championship into the air with one hand as the music reaches a dramatic crescendo. As the song fades, she leaps down from her perch and hands off the title belt with obvious reluctance.
Zach Davis: And last, but not least, we have our current World Champion. She was able to slay the giant finally and her reward was the top prize in our business. Her next test? Defeat the giant, the confused psychopath and the soul witch.
Freddy Whoa: Sounds like a great book idea...
Zach Davis: Maybe! But tonight is Bonnie's chance to prove that she belongs at the top, reigning over WCF as it's champion. This match, on this night, is a career defining moment for whoever walks out the victor.
Freddy Whoa: Can Bonnie retain her place at the top? Can Noble follow up her WAR win with an even bigger win? Can Alex shock the world yet again and prove he belongs? Or will it be Odin Balfore again winning the World Title and further cementing his claim as the Living Legend?
Zach Davis: I've got goosebumps! Let's do this!
The referee holds the World Title out in front of him as he steps in front of all four competitors, as if they needed reminding about what this match is all about. He then steps to the center of the ring and holds it up for the fans and the world to see. Another official steps up onto the apron and takes the belt from the referee before he takes one last moment to check with everyone. They're ready. The referee is ready. The fans in attendance are ready. Millions around the world are ready.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell sounds but nobody moves. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, all eyes on the four wrestlers in the ring as they look back and forth at one another. Odin the first to finally move, stepping out to the center of the ring. Odin turns, staring down each of the others before making the title motion around his waist. Richards apparently had enough of the waiting around as he charges Odin head on. Suddenly Noble and Bonnie do the same and Odin is quickly trying to fend off the assault by Bonnie, Noble and Alex.
Zach Davis: What is this?! Is the band back together?!
Odin throwing punches and elbows every which way but it's still a three on one attack. The brawl gets taken near the ropes where Odin gets clotheslined over the top rope by Richards. The fans look on as Alex stares down Odin, only to get attacked from behind Bonnie, getting thrown through the ropes as well. Bonnie turns around and catches a chop across the chest from Noble.
Freddy Whoa: I would say not!
Noble with a straight right hand to face and then another chop that pushes Bonnie toward the corner. Noble grabs the arm and tries to send Bonnie across the ring, but Bonnie reverses it and sends Noble crashing chest first. Noble bounces off and stumbles backward where Bonnie tries to get the quick win with a roll-up.
Zach Davis: Not even a one count!
Both women back up to their feet but Bonnie just a step quicker. Bonnie with another whip, this one into the ropes, but she telegraphs a back body drop and Noble makes her pay with a neckbreaker. Noble gets to her feet and turns to go after Bonnie when she gets leveled with a massive big boot.
Freddy Whoa: ODIN!
Balfore not hiding his rage after the triple team to start the match as he lays a massive stomp onto the spine of Noble before shoving her out of the ring. Meanwhile Bonnie up on the opposite side of the ring and trying to back up from Odin, oblivious to Alex on the apron behind her. Bonnie up against the ropes and Richards grabs her around the neck with both arms. Richards pulls Bonnie over the top rope and lets her drop to the floor with reckless abandon before turning his attention back to Odin.
Zach Davis: Battle of the big men set to commence!
Richards cautiously steps through the ropes, eyes never leaving Odin. Odin with a hint of a smile, all the confidence in the world as he stares down Alex. Richards not intimidated as he steps right up to Odin, looking into the eyes of the giant. Alex with a right hand to the jaw. Odin shakes it off and responds with a right of his own. Back and forth they go. Richards. Balfore. Richards. Balfore. Richards. Balfore. Each man connecting with nearly a dozen shots before Odin ends it by sending Richards to the mat with a surprise left uppercut to the throat.
Freddy Whoa: Jesus it's like watching a heavyweight boxing match!
Richards starts to roll away when he's suddenly yanked out of the ring by Bonnie. Blue with a kick to the ribs before she slides into the ring. She charges Odin, ducks a clothesline and goes to bounce off the ropes when she's tripped up by Noble. Noble pulls Bonnie out of the ring by her ankles and sends her into the ring steps. Noble now backing up toward the ring and she starts to climb up onto the apron when it's Odin charging here, hitting her with a knee that sends her flying to the floor. Balfore alone in the ring but not for long as he's now going through the ropes.
Zach Davis: This match is all kinds of chaos and it's only about to get moreso as things move to the ringside area here.
Freddy Whoa: But remember, there's no count outs in a match like this! These four can fight out here or in the stands for as long as they want, it doesn't matter. But this match will not end until we see a pin or a submission in this ring.
Odin on the floor and he's looking back and forth at Noble, as she's trying to pull herself up on the barricade, and Bonnie as she's leaning over the ring steps. Odin steps up and drives his forearm into the back of Noble. Odin pulls her back and then drives her chest first into the barricade. Savage left hanging over it, half her body in the front row, as Odin turns back toward Bonnie. Except there's Alex! Richards charging full speed ahead and Odin gets tackled into the barricade, damn near moving the whole thing into the fans.
Zach Davis: That was like a dump truck slamming into a semi!
Richards with a follow up kick to the chest before he turns his attention to Bonnie, who's rolled back into the ring to get away from everyone. Richards rolls back in as well and grabs Bonnie by the waist, lifting her to her feet. Richards now with a reverse bearhug, lifting Bonnie up and swinging her left and right as he squeezes on the ribs.
Freddy Whoa: And would you say that's like a dump truck slowly backing over you?
Zach Davis: What? No. You're terrible at analogies.
Freddy Whoa: But...you just said-
Zach Davis: Terrible I said!
Bonnie begins fighting back the only way she can, slamming her head backward into Alex's. It takes a few shots but Bonnie finally gets loose and drops to the mat as Richards checks his nose for blood. He wipes the little bit away and smiles at the sight before wiping it on his pants. Bonnie trying to shake loose the cobwebs after all those headbutts but still able to duck Alex as he advances, looking to grab her. Blue with a spinning backfist to the jaw that lands. Richards shook as Bonnie hits the ropes and hits a basement dropkick that takes Alex to a knee. Bonnie grabs the head and hits a DDT before going for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout!
Bonnie rolls off of Alex and gets to her feet, noticing Odin is up near the barricade and Savage is pulling herself back over. Blue looking at Alex on the mat, then back outside the ring.
Zach Davis: What is that look?!
Blue running across the ring and she leaps over the top rope with a plancha. Odin sees it coming and pulls Savage in the path of it. Bonnie takes out Savage as Odin leans back against the barricade laughing. Bonnie trying to get to her feet and Odin cuts her off, lifting her up and dropping her face first on the barricade. Odin now grabbing Noble and pulling her to her feet by the hair before dragging her to the ring. Savage sent inside before Odin climbs up on the apron and steps over the top rope. Noble trying to get up as Odin calls for Ragnarok.
Freddy Whoa: Richards!
Alex with the waistlock and the german suplex on the seven footer, shaking the ring in the process.
Zach Davis: And Alex the only person in the match that has a hope at matching Odin's power. In fact, he may be one of the few in WCF big enough to do it period.
Odin hits the mat and sits up, staring down Alex. Balfore back up to his feet and Alex meets me, locking up with the big man. Richards hanging with Odin as they fight for control, neither man giving up. They finally break by shoving each other away. Richards motions for Odin to bring it again and Balfore obliges. But Alex with a plan as he hits Odin with a kick to the knee. Richards not attacking the knee with kicks, dropping Odin down. From out of nowhere Odin hit with a kick to the back of the head.
Freddy Whoa: SAVAGE KICK FROM NOBLE!
Odin drops to the mat as Savage and Richards stare each other down. Noble points down at Odin, clearly saying they need to take him out. Richards looks down at Odin, then back at Noble and nods.
Zach Davis: And despite everything said and done, it appears these two recognize that they need to work together, even just briefly, to take out the biggest threat to them in this match.
Richards grabs Odin and sets him back up in a sitting position before Noble again connects with a Savage Kick. Odin falls over as Richards points at the ropes. Noble nods, she knows what he's thinking. Savage to the ropes and she comes back, jumping up for the Tomb Seeker. But Richards is there to cut her off mid air with a big boot to the gut. Noble lands on her feet and Richards sends her flying with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Bonnie Blue up on the apron and to the top turnbuckle during all this and as Richards turns around, Bonnie leaps off, taking him to the mat with a crossbody.
Freddy Whoa: And the World Champion is back in this match after Odin briefly took her out.
Bonnie scurrying to cover Odin before Noble or Richards can get involved.
Zach Davis: No! Odin shoving Blue off after the two count.
Blue rolls off and back up to her feet. Richards up to his feet and Bonnie spins him around, catching him with an elbow to the face. Bonnie with a jumping stunner from out of nowhere and Richards gets sent stumbling to the corner. Noble trying to get to her feet and Bonnie sends her into the opposite corner. Blue looking back and forth before she runs at Alex, leaping up and connecting with a forearm shot. Blue now heading back across the ring and she hits a leaping forearm on Savage. Bonnie turns and heads back towards Richards, but Alex ducks and lifts her up and over. Blue managing to land on the apron and she climbs up to the top. Richards turns and catches a kick to the face. Blue now trying to take Alex to the mat with right hands as she's perched on the top turnbuckle, finally taking him down. But Savage runs across the ring and hits her with a right elbow. Noble now climbing up to the second turnbuckle as the fans stand up.
Freddy Whoa: People here in the Wells Fargo Center sense something big about to happen...
Noble pushing Bonnie up as she tries to steady herself on the ropes. Noble hooks her and then hits the top rope superplex to the mat, leaving both writhing in pain. Noble the first to move between the two women as she rolls over and gets a hand on Bonnie for the pin.
Zach Davis: Odin breaks it up!
Balfore grabbing Savage around the waist and lifting her off of Bonnie before tossing her aside like a doll. Odin shaking his head, obviously still feeling the two superkicks still, but he's finally back on his feet. Bonnie trying to get to her feet but Odin takes her out with Surtr's Revenge. Richards up and Odin tries the same on him, but Richards ducks it and hits a Spiked Samoan Punch. Odin grabs his throat and Richards hit with a boot to the gut and then a knee to the face that knocks Odin over. Richards looking down at Odin, then Bonnie, and starts to go for the pin on Bonnie when Savage from out of nowhere with Savage Kick. Richards falls on top of Bonnie.
Freddy Whoa: No!
Savage quickly rolling Richards off of Bonnie to avoid giving him the win but she gets surprised with a roll-up by Blue.
Zach Davis: Kickout!
But Blue quickly transitions into a triangle choke, or at least attempts to, as Savage is fighting to stay alive in the match. Savage looking for the ropes but they're nearly in the center of the ring. The referee checking on Savage and she's refusing to give up as Bonnie screams for her to quit.
Freddy Whoa: Is this it? Is Bonnie retaining?!
Odin up by the ropes as Richards is struggling to get up near him. Odin looking back and forth and then he kicks Richards in the gut. Odin pulls him in as he looks at the women. Balfore lifts Richards up for the Mark Of Odin and then turns...
Zach Davis: ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! NO!
Bonnie sees it coming and lets go of Savage so she can get out of the way but it's too late as Richards gets dropped on her chest.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: Bonnie's ribs may be broken. What am I saying, they have to be. Sweet jesus.
Zach Davis: And that may have done more than just save the match for Odin. It may have won it for him.
The arena shaking from the crowd noise as the referee checks on Blue and Richards. Noble on her back coughing from the choke hold. Richards rolls off of Bonnie but is immediately rolled back over onto his back as Odin goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: NOBLE SAVED IT! HOW DID SHE MANAGE THAT?!
Savage still gasping for air on her hands and knees as Odin gets to his feet. Balfore grabs Savage by the hair and yanks her up before grabbing her by the throat.
Zach Davis: Oh god she may have been better off letting Odin pin Richards.
Odin lifts her straight up but Noble claws at his eyes and gets dropped to her feet. Noble with a superkick to the gut to double Odin over before she tries for a DDT. But Odin blocking it, instead lifting her up into the air and on his shoulder. Savage pounding away at Odin's back as he leads her to the corner and then drops her face first on the top turnbuckle. Savage propped up in the corner as Odin backs up and measures her up before he charges, looking to boot her head into the crowd. But Noble ducks it! Odin caught up with his leg over the top turnbuckle before Savage grabs the other leg and uses Odin's own weight to send him to the outside. Savage turns around and runs, catching Richards on the back of the head with the Tomb Seeker.
Freddy Whoa: THE CURB STOMP! IS THIS NOBLE SAVAGE'S MOMENT!?
Savage with the pin on Richards.
Bonnie rolls over and throws an arm out to try and break the pin but she's hurting too badly to do anything.
Zach Davis: AND WE HAVE A NEW WCF WORLD CHAMPION!
Confetti rains from the rafters as "Dance Macabre" hits the arena speakers. The referee helps Noble to her feet and raises her arm, but she drops back to her knees in pure exhaustion. An official hands the referee the World Title, which he then hands off to Noble. She stares in disbelief at the belt in her hands before clutching it to her chest. The referee moves to check on Richards as more officials run out to check on Bonnie. Outside the ring Odin is going berserk, kicking over the ring steps and pounding on the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: We just witnessed a war between these four wrestlers. We saw bodies flying everywhere. We even saw a body used as a weapon at one point. But how fitting is it that the person who won this war is the same one that won WAR?
Zach Davis: Many claimed she got screwed out of her moment because others were added to this match. Look in that ring right now Freddy. You look in there and tell me she didn't get her moment.
Savage still on her knees hugging the title belt as confetti has now completely covered the mat. Bonnie and Richards are being helped out of the ring as Odin is already up the ramp and headed for the back, still cursing. Suddenly the lights in the arena go pitch black.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What the hell?!
Flames shoot up in a circle inside the ring, surrounding Noble. The flames most be nearly 10 feet high and beginning to spread outward, away from Savage and toward the ropes. Fans begin to panic and toward the exits as officials race to the back to get fire extinguishers. All the while Savage sits with an eerie calm, staring at her newly won title. One goes off the air as the new WCF World Champion sits in the middle of the destructive blaze that's now consumed the ropes and most of the ring apron but oddly hasn't moved toward Savage.
"The Animal" Samuel McPherson: The problem is my characters don't fit the mold for twitter. I guess I just have to think of something for Samuel without internet board posts.
Jan 10, 2019 2:34:57 GMT -5
Teo Blaze: The other thing to think about is that oftentimes you can contact the handler via PM and let them know you're interested in a feud!
Jan 10, 2019 3:34:10 GMT -5
Teo Blaze: Warning: this might not work if your goal is a title shot. Oftentimes the titles are prioritized by bookers so your story may not fit in with their plans.
Jan 10, 2019 3:34:57 GMT -5
John Rabid: How about using post match interviews to issue challenges?
Jan 10, 2019 7:50:25 GMT -5
Dionysus: You could use the CD board to do stuff like "self-made promo vids" or podcast stuff or whatever.
Jan 10, 2019 10:38:55 GMT -5
Jayson Price: Post-Match Interview board would be great for McPherson if he doesn't like Twitter. Just use it to cut a promo on whoever you feel needs verbally castrated without it being an RP.
Jan 10, 2019 11:32:43 GMT -5
Jayson Price: Or submit a segment for Slam!
Jan 10, 2019 11:32:53 GMT -5
Dionysus: Its good for adding depth, or layers, if you will.
Jan 10, 2019 20:04:55 GMT -5
Matt Draven: Onions, we'll just become onions.
Jan 10, 2019 21:13:43 GMT -5
Kennedy Matthews: Samuel i do it bc my character is a young egotistical female.. It makes sense for me
Jan 11, 2019 21:56:14 GMT -5
Alex Richards: why doesn't Samuel use twitter? I mean Raab is antisocial and hates people so he would think twitter is a waste of time. But Samuel communicates primarly through writing down his thoughts so he could twitter if he wanted to. Just a thought.
Jan 11, 2019 22:49:14 GMT -5
Corey Black: Quick note; we've banned someone in the last day for saying layers out of context. Like I get it, but at the same time, I'm not gonna sit here and let anybody antagonize.
Jan 11, 2019 23:30:28 GMT -5
"The Animal" Samuel McPherson: I'm not confident to use twitter anymore. Anytime I tweeted something, even with a face character, I was somehow in the wrong, being accused of shit I didn't do. I got shitted on OOC and still do. It's that negativity that's put me off twitter forever.
Jan 12, 2019 16:29:34 GMT -5
Dionysus: Part of that has to do with the conflicting attitudes of "its the IT boards, no one gives a shit" and "WHY ARE YOU INTERRUPTING OUR FEUD ON THE IT BOARDS?!" Don't blame you for wanting to avoid the IT boards.
Jan 13, 2019 1:46:47 GMT -5
Salem Shepard: Just logging in for the first time in forever to say HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Jan 14, 2019 18:18:30 GMT -5
Alex Richards: hey Shep! How goes it?
Jan 14, 2019 19:00:15 GMT -5
Leon "Purple" Hayze: Anyone here wanting to see the return of Leon "Purple" Hayze? Cause I"m thinkin I want to return...\
Jan 16, 2019 13:19:20 GMT -5