Post by Jayson Price on Mar 16, 2016 0:39:00 GMT -5
Live from the WCF Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania
March 9th, 2016
WCF Wednesday Night opens with "Across The Nation" by The Union Underground blasting throughout the WCF Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania as the crowd is on their feet.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome to WCF Wednesday Night! We've got two title matches for you tonight as The Griffin challenges Zombie McMorris for the WCF Internet Title and then Andrew Marx challenges Teo Del Sol for the WCF People's Title! But first in our opener we've got Chaos versus Thor Balfore. So let's get to it!
The show cuts to an intro video featuring the WCF roster.
Double Return Segment!
Supremacy by Muse hits the PA as a smiling Spencer Adams steps out onto the stage, the audience exploding in applause.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: There's someone we haven't seen in awhile!
The Antidote makes his way down to the ring. He quickly slides in, lifting his arms up before moving a microphone up to speak.
Spencer: How the fuck we doing tonight?!
Crowd: Spencer Adams! *clap clap clap clap clap* Spencer Adams! *clap clap clap clap clap*
Spencer: I appreciate this. I've missed it to be honest.
The crowd goes quite and fixated as Spencer continues.
Spencer: I've missed this place. As everyone knows, I've been gone awhile and that bump I took was pretty nasty. When I woke up in the hospital later that night and was told about the concussion, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to do this again. I'm happy to say that I've been training hard and will be able to step into the ring very soon.
The crowd cheers loudly once again.
Spencer: Now...unfortunately, I've had personal life plague me as well. I love this company, I love everyone who has stood behind me, and I love competing for the biggest promotion in the world in general.
Spencer: My contract will be up very soon and for my family's best interests, I've had to consider all of my options. Which is why...I've had to take up an offer for a very flexible deal across the world in Japan. I don't want this to be a moment of sadness though and in fact, I'm not quite done in WCF. Tell me, how would you all like to see another match out of Spencer Adams, a huge match from Spencer Adams?
Crowd: YES! YES! YES! YES!
Spencer: There's a special little show in May that I've been hearing about.
The crowd continues cheering loudly.
Spencer: Let's make that just a little bit bigger! Let's add to that card! Give me one of the greats, give me one of the best! So, if there's anyone in the back wanting this shit, I'm looking for a match for the motherfucking ages! Who's it gonna be?!
The opening guitar solo from I'm Not Everybody Else by the Kinks begins to play. And some fans cheer loudly.
Freedy Whoa: I remember that music! It used to be the theme song of a certain big man we haven't seen in months. And Whoa It's him!
Alex Richards steps through the curtain, carrying his usual doctor's bag in one hand and his trademark boot filled to the brim with Zim-Quila which he chugs on his way to the ring then tosses into the crowd.
Alex Richards: Now it might just be that I'm a little drunk. I mean I should be a lot bit drunk but I'm in prime drinking shape these days. But you know.. it seems to me that it's a wee bit dangerous just throwing out open challenges there Spencer. Because if you throw out an open challenge... you never know who might be lurking in the back. Maybe someone with nothing to do on Friday the 13th. Maybe someone with a score to settle with you you never even thought of. Perhaps one ugly Uncle Fester looking son of a bitch might accept your challenge! He might be retired, he might not have a contract, he might not even be wanted around here anymore. I don't know which of those things are true. I might be drunker than I thought. But I do know this.. on Friday the 13th, I'm going to wake up.. I'm going to go to the Yum Sum Hawk China Buffet and clean it out! I'm going to drink one Zim-Quila, two Zim-Quila, three Zim-Quila four! Then I'm going to come to that ring Spencer Adams.. and I'm going to kick your ass! Then when you're laid out, I'll be standing over your body screaming out YOLO ADRIAN! I GOT IT! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Some of the crowd chants along as Spencer Adams shakes his head. Alex turns and looks like he's about to walk away then stops, grinning.
Alex Richards: I know what you're thinking. I haven't been training, I haven't been wrestling. This should be an easy match for you. I don't want you to have that excuse when I beat you. I didn't come all the way to Philly not to fight. So I invite you to watch Spencer. At least this way if you still think is a gonna be easy. Then you're dumber than the guy who invented electric fence tag.
Alex Richards: What? It seemed like a good idea at the time.
Spencer nods and exits the ring as Alex enters seemingly preparing to fight wearing a Hawiian shirt and blue jeans. He awaits his opponent and Good Times by CHIC starts to play.
Freddy Whoa: From that music it appears Disco Donald Duckworth has signed to face Alex Richards. He had a long standing rivalry with the recently retired Adam Young. Albeit one sided in favor of the Redneck. I don't know if trying out this big man is a smart move.
Donald enters the ring and immediately begins to disco dance as referee Roy Charles calls for the bell. Triple D continues to dance until Alex almost takes his head off with a superkick! Donald does have time to recover as Alex sits on him using the Richards Suffocanator as Donald eventually wiggles free and slides to the floor. Alex however slides out after him and takes down Disco with a vicious lariat! He locks eyes with Spencer Adams who returns his stare.
Freddy Whoa: That is going to be one hell of a match! Unlike this one. It's real one sided. And it doesn't look like it's getting any better for Donald. Alex boots him in the gut and lifts him for a powerbomb and runs him right into the ring post with the Unconcious Truth!
Alex tosses the motionless Duckworth back in the ring and drags him to his feet connecting with the Final Enlightenment drilling Donald to the mat hard. He looks at Spencer, says Peoples champion huh? Then yanks Duckworth up and into the top rope. He folows him up, positioning him for the powerbomb.. into the lung blower... the Sanity Slip! He makes a cover and mercifully the three count is made.
Kyle Steele: Your winner of the match, The Archduke of Mass Confusion, Alex Richards!
After the match, the referee raises Alex's hand as he looks towards Spencer intense who returns his gaze before finally both men nod at each other and Spencer walks to the back.
Freddy Whoa: That's going to be a very interesting battle between those two popular fan favorites. XIII somehow got even better!
WCF Wednesday Night goes to commercial.
Dune and Johnny Rabid Segment
A VIDEO PACKAGE
Begins: Deadmou5 “Raise Your Weapon” plays over U.S. Government filmed footage of the incineration of Nevada's “Survival Town”; a small nuclear testing site that simulated an attack on a middle American suburban town during the nineteen fifties. As mannequins of mother's and children playing in a garden welt and warp under the heat of a blast-wave, we see Dune from last week on Wednesday Night, his footage intercut into the montage:
Dune: #beachkrew’s resident ex-minor league ballplayer is in over his head this Sunday, and I’m going to bury his head in the sand before I pin his shoulders for three.
A CLOSE UP of DUNE: his face intercut with a mannequin: it's face warped; melted under the heat of the blast.
TIMEBOMB: Rabid hits the Kingdom Destroyer on Dune; costing him a second successive Trilogy cup win. Dune's head bouncing off the canvass at a sickening angle. A grinning Rabid simply smiles as he exits the ring, the Ref waking up...
Zach Davis: Not like this!
Gravedigger: JUST like this!
SURVIVAL TOWN: Houses incinerated as if they're paper: dreams destroyed.
02/21/16 SLAM: Rabid about to deliver a Destroyer on Dune. A Face like stone as he speaks:
Johnny Rabid: You want facts, Dune? The facts are this. You have NEVER faced a man like me before. And when we met in this ring? When we go toe to toe? You better be prepared to say something you've never said before. You're going to say...you where wrong. And you're going to say it, with a mouth full of blood.
A CLOSE UP ON RABID that syncopates with the music:
“How does it feel now...to watch it burn?”
Survival Town in ashes as the footage runs out, the film falling out of the gate and burning away: we get a shot of Dune looking up from the Canvass..shocked.
Dune, falling in SLOW MOTION from the stage; crashing into a haul of electrical equipment.
That footage too, slowly burns away.
Rabid's voice ECHOS over this:
Johnny Rabid: You're going to say...you where wrong. And you're going to say it, with a mouth full of blood.
“How does it feel now...to watch it burn?”
CUT TO BLACK:
VIDEO PROMO ENDS:
David Lynch’s “The Pink Room” screams out from the speaker system as the crowd pops for Dune, who eventually appears. Dune has his trusty Trios Title draped over a shoulder while appearing stern and focused as he walks down the ramp. The former World Champion blanks the crowd however, in a very uncharacteristic way. Almost as if it's just him in the arena. A moment as he gathers his thoughts before Dune climbs inside the squared circle and is handed a microphone.
Freddy Whoa: Dune has been with the company now for over a year and a half; he's had his triumphs and his tragedies, but I've NEVER seen him like this before. Never so...haunted. His eyes look like they carry fire. This is a very different Dune tonight ladies and gentlemen.
Crowd: DUNE! DUNE! DUNE! DUNE!
Dune stares at the crowd. Nods, and mouths a thank you.
Dune: Thank you...two weeks ago at TIMEBOMB, as you all probably know; I lost my match with Kyle Kemp. I lost my chance to go on, and win a second successive Trilogy cup.
Dune: I lost more however than just an accolade and a shot at the World title; this tournament was to be the building blocks for me. The foundations for rebuilding my life. I've gone through a lot over the last six months. And while I like to keep my private life private. I think you'll know what I mean if I talk about a personal hell.
The camera closes in on Dune's expression; even with the mask we know this is a very raw moment for him.
Dune: Hell is what I've walked through; hell is what I've lived. I wear it's scares. And at night, in the small hours, I hear it's screams. But I won't give up, I won't give in. I am the sandstorm. I am the hourglass. And in two weeks at Explosion; I'm going to make sure, time runs out....FOR JOHNNY RABID!
MASSIVE POP FOR DUNE!
Dune: Rabid wanted a match. Fine. I excepted just as he asked. But that wasn't enough for Rabid, was it? He had to make it personal, he had to get in my way. He had to tear down my foundations and destroy my dreams. But here's the thing, the sandman doesn't take kindly to such things. You take my dreams? I'll give you NIGHTMARES! In two weeks, at Explosion, your time, Johnny Rabid...runs out!
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits, syncopated to a pyrotechnic display that detonates around the Wednesday night jumbo-tron. As the smoke clears, we see Johnny Rabid; microphone in hand, walking down to the ring to a massive chorus of boos.
He seems unfazed as he walks around the ring; locks eyes with Dune and smiles as he enters the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the serpent; the ripper...Johnny Rabid. The instigator of weeks of torment and mind games. Playing with a man like Dune, is like picking a fight with a charging elephant. No matter what you might think of Rabid, that takes some guts! Even if Rabid is a snake and a bastard.
Johnny Rabid is about to enter the ring when he hears the last line from Freddy. Rabid freezes mid step and turns around. Rabid mouths the words “Bastard? Really?” Freddy lowers his head as he reacts to this, trying to avoid eye contact as Rabid returns his gaze back to Dune as Rabid finally steps inside the ring; walking right up to his opponent at Explosion. Raising his microphone.
Johnny Rabid: Dune, you want to rebuild your life? You want to put all the pieces back together? Let me tell you something, Dune; that jigsaw is going to burn. Your world is going to burn. Just like how you burnt last Sunday night.
Johnny Rabid: What are you right now? Sixty five percent? Fifty per cent fit? Maybe It's impossible to know what percentage you are right now. But I know one thing, you're not the man you once were. Two weeks from now? I can promise you, you're going to be a whole lot less! At Explosion we're going to settle things. What's between me and you isn't some nonsensical fight over a hot cup of coffee, no matter what Joey Flash and his insufferable ego screams in a promo.
Rabid looks right into the camera.
Johnny Rabid: Oh, hello Jeff! Guess I'm breaking the fourth wall again.
Rabid returns his gaze to Dune
Johnny Rabid: And while I do want revenge for what your so-called “guest” did to Jared. This fight isn't me fulfilling some kind of sick em' command by Holmes either. No matter what Tibs's ego might think. This fight is because you're the best, Dune. You're the best in this company: full stop. No one can hold a candle to you, Dune. You've proved it time and time again. Joey Flash may have the title; but he'll never be number one. Everyone knows that; including him.
Rabid looks right into the camera again.
Johnny Rabid: Yeah, go cry about it on twitter and Facebook, Flash. Your tears won't change a thing.
Rabid back with Dune:
Johnny Rabid: This match is about me, taking your spot. This match is about me, finally proving to all these idiots in attendance what I've known all along. That I am the best in this company. It's simply business, Dune. It's just math. You're standing in my light. And I want you gone.
Dune and Rabid face off, they circle for a moment. The crowd sensing one of them is going to attack.
Dune: Speaking of math, Rabid. What if I were to just...subtract you from this ring?
Rabid waves on Dune as:
One Punch Man OST - Genos Fight Theme; plays as out struts The Pride: Ethan King is flanked by Eddie Felt and The Griffin as all three salter down to to the ring with a cocky spring in their step. Ethan graces us with his mic skills.
Ethan King: Dinosaurs! Please! Kindly remove your ancient selves from the ring! You belong in a zoo!
Ethan King: What?
Johnny Rabid: Dinosaurs are extinct. Hence museum , not Zoo.
Ethan King: Yeah, whatever Johnny Rekt! You need to remember your place! We destroyed you in the centre of the ring last week. Annihilated you in fact! Right Griff?
The Griffin leans in on Ethan's Microphone as they reach the foot of the ring.
The Griffin: All too easy, E.K!
Ethan King: You're the past, Rabid. You and Dune and all the others that think this place existed before The Pride. Let me tell you something; before us? There was nothing. We are the light!
Rabid interrupts, voice dark and serious.
Johnny Rabid: Well then, get in this ring and illuminate us with your presence.
Ethan King: Don't test us man!
Ethan looks at Griffin and Eddie; they seem confident, nodding a “lets to do this.”
Ethan rushes in first, caught instantly by Dune! Who hits a Hourglass on King as the crowd POPS!
Rabid shrugs, “not bad”
Eddie Felt rushes in next and is immediate caught in the vice like grip of Rabid, who hits a DELAYED CHOKESLAM!
Freddy Whoa: Rabid and Dune sending each other a message; via mail order Pride!
Griffin looks right at Rabid; who waves him on; Griff is in two minds; eyes darting left and right at the devastation in the ring; the pride have been destroyed in two moves!
Freddy Whoa: Time to pay your dues, Griffin!
Griffin picks up a folded steel chair and runs around the outside of the ring; he's thinking about entering, but each time he attempts to slide inside; Griffin's faced by either Dune or Rabid, and the thought of that results in Griffin promptly backing off.
Crowd: He wussed out! He wussed out! He wussed out! He wussed out!
Freddy Whoa: Crowd turning on the Pride here! Whoa!
Finally, Griffin slides inside, kips to his feet and runs at a waiting Rabid; but before he can reach him:
Dune has Griffin up off his feet. Griffin drops the chair as Dune goes for the SANDSTORM!
Freddy Whoa: CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB Dune's going to hit it!
As Dune lifts Griffin up into position, Rabid picks up the steel chair, raises it above his head and--
Smashes it into Griffin head! KER-KRUNCH! Griffin is a limp mess before Dune can complete the move; Dune simply lets the dead weight slip now from his fingers as he and Rabid return to their face off.
Johnny Rabid: One last thing, Dune. In two weeks...at Explosion...C4 EXPLOSIVE MATCH. Get ready to burn; Dune. Get ready to watch it all burn.
Rabid drops the mic as he leaves Dune, and the fallen Pride in the ring. WCF Wednesday Night goes to commercial.
Chaos versus Thor Balfore
Kyle Steel: "The following contest is a Street Fight, scheduled for one-fall. There are no countouts and no disqualifications. The only way to win is by pinfall, or submission"
Amon Amarth's Twilight of the Thunder God plays as Thor Balfore starts to walk... well, rather limp, down to the ring, followed by his father, Odin.
Kyle Steel: "Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Odin Balfore from Poon Guinea by way of Jotunheim, weighing 345 pounds... Thor Balfore!"
Freddy Whoa: "And, if you couldn't tell already, Thor has already wrestled once tonight, NOW he has to fight the debuting Chaos in a Street Fight! I don't think he has a chance in hell of winning this thing, much less NOT going to the hospital, from what we saw from the announcement 1 he made a couple weeks ago."
This Love by Pantera kicks in, and the stage goes black, on the titantron a image of the name "ChAos" covered in barbed wire shows... a couple moments later, the red lights go up and Chaos is on the stage. Finally, the music really kicks in and Chaos unleashes a mighty roar, revealing his custom championship belt: The Extreme Championship. A broken and battered version of The People's Championship. He also has a trash can full of weapons, including a Kendo Stick, Sledgehammer and a series of Steel Chains hanging out off the Trash Can.
Kyle Steel: "And his opponent, from London, England, weighing 321 pounds.This... is... CHAOS!!!"
Freddy Whoa: "Look at this man. 6 foot 10, 321 pounds. This man looks seriously powerful, and as we know, he is SERIOUSLY sadistic! This may get ugly fast for Thor."
Chaos throws the trash can into the ring, and then climbs in himself. He stares down Thor, who looks utterly terrified. The bell rings and Chaos charges Thor with a spear, picks him up and slaps him into a reverse suplex. Thor kips up, then goes for a clothesline, but misses, and trips over a Kendo Stick, which Chaos instantly grabs and starts beating down Thor with. About a minute later, he finally stops and takes a breather. After he is done with that, he grabs a table from under the ring, brings it in and props it up, Odin goes for a save when...
Freddy Whoa: "Wait, wait, wait! What is Chaos... Oh my god... no!
Chaos has Thor in a powerbomb position, Odin tries to save him by punching Chaos with brass knuckles, unfortunately, he gets dragged into the same position...
Freddy Whoa:"He would, he can't physical- *CRASH* OH...MY..GOD!!! He just powerbombed both Odin and Thor through the table!"
Chaos walks over to near the announce table,and grabs Demento, a barbed wired coated, tack covered steel chair. Odin just about manages to get away, unfortunately, Thor isn't so lucky, as the chair is placed only a couple centimeters away from the turnbuckle...
Freddy Whoa: "Thor put on the top rope... no, no don't do Chaos!"
Chaos climbs up as well, and puts Thor in a Pedigree position....
Freddy Whoa: "OH MY GOD!!! He calls that the "Planet Buster", and dropped him right onto the wire and tacks of that... "thing" he calls Demento, and sweet lord, look at Thor. He busted open by his head, chest and, I think, arm as well."
The referee makes the three count and the match ends. Seconds later, the trainers and E.Ts come to tend to Thor, as Chaos' hand is raised.
Kyle Steel: "Here is your winner, CHAOS!"
Chaos rolls out of the ring, looks back the carnage he caused and smiles, before walking behind the curtain.
WCF Wednesday Night goes to commercial.
Rekt 'Em Segment
The screen fades into the backstage area as Hank Brown stands next to Rekt 'Em Member Jack "The Crack" Schlongson.
Hank Brown: Hello WCF galaxy, I'm here to interview mr. Schlongson about the recent movement his team has started which fans are dubbing "#BookTeamRektEm", which is an attempt to get the team booked on any of the shows showcased by this company. Now, Mr. Schlongson, would you like to go into more detail about this movement?
Jack Schlongson: Well, mr. Brown, it seems self-explanatory to me. For too long, Rekt 'Em has been ignored, has been tossed aside by the company, even so much as forgotten about entirely. For some reason, they don't see us as legitimate competitors despite the fact that we all have extensive backgrounds in manhandling people.
Hank Brown: I assume you're speaking of course, of all your backgrounds in gay porn?
Jack Schlongson: What? No! Bran Butts is a former All-American athlete, I have education in forms of martial arts...okay, yeah, from there its mostly gay porn, but we can be athletes too, mr. Brown.
Hank Brown: ...um...Well, you said you had some sort of presentation set for us.
Jack Schlongson: Ah, yes. See, one thing I feel our presentation on Slam didn't cover is how talented we are. Sure, it showed a level of inhuman endurance, but this is a complex sport. Endurance will help you survive, but talent will help you win. So if you'd follow me.
Jack leads Hank over stage left, the camera crew following close behind until they come upon a kiddie pool filled with a mysterious liquid. Bran, Golden, and Richard all stand around it with their arms crossed, Golden Johnson wearing a VERY tight Referee shirt.
Hank Brown: Is that-
Jack Schlongson: Yep, baby oil. See, its one thing to wrestle, but to really drive the point home, we have to add a level of adversity. Now, what we're going to do here is have mr. Butts and mr...Richard wrestle in this kiddie pool of baby oil until there is a definitive winner. To show our deep deep DEEP understanding of the rules, fellow team mate Golden Johnson will be refereeing the match-up.
Hank Brown: Are you guys sure you want to do this?
Jack Schlongson: Mr. Brown, if WCF as a whole is ever going to take Rekt 'Em seriously, we need to do what we can to show what we're capable of. Now if you'd give me your microphone, I have a match to call.
Hank Brown: Huh?
Jack Schlongson: Microphone, if you'd please, sir.
Hank Brown reluctantly hands over his microphone, and Jack begins to points to areas for the cameraman to stand.
Jack Schlongson: Okay, lets get this future-match-of-the-year underway!
Richard and Bran Butts step into the kiddie pool, Golden Johnson standing between them, but just outside of the pool.
Golden Johnson: MMMMMMMMMMM, remember, this is going to be a REAL DIIIIRTY fight. All forms of grabbing allowed, MMMMMMMM.
Jack Schlongson: Ding ding, thats the bell, get in there guys!
Bran and Richard grab hold of each other and try to over power the other. After a moment, Richard slips and falls back in the pool, pulling Bran along with him.
Jack Schlongson: Oh, RICHARD GOES DOWN ON BRAN! However, it doesn't seem like he is going to let go of him that easily.
Golden Johnson drops down to get a better look at the action, sensually gyrating his hips as he watches. Bran and Richard are rolling around, getting themselves well coated in the baby oil.
Jack Schlongson: Its a real knockerslobber here! Both opponents fighting for dominance and to come on top...out on top, sorry.
Bran goes for a headlock on Richard, but Richard slips out and grabs Bran from behind.
Jack Schlongson: Looks like Richard has a good grip on Bran, he's really putting all his weight into it!
Suddenly, security in the form of three guards come. Two try and pull Richard and Bran apart but the two wrestlers keep slipping around. The third tries to escort Jack Schlongson and Golden Johnson away from the area.
Jack Schlongson: HEY! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! WE'RE EMPLOYEES! WE'RE PROVING OUR WORTH! #BOOKTEAMREKTEM! #BOOKTEAMREKTEM!
The screen fades to black as the area is cleared.
Arena goes black as the titantron shows a picture of Vengeance's face. A voice comes over the arenas sound system.
Voice: Ladies and Gentleman America needs help. Mikey Extreme's leadership has destroyed this country and now with his endorsement and hand picked candidate Donald Trump leading the GOP and Hillary Clinton leading the DEM's, clearly there is only one choice for president. Vengeance has done more in the past couple weeks as United States champion than Mikey Extreme ever did in his reign. Vengeance is right choice for America. A vote for Vengeance is a vote for the future. Vengeance as president will make America better than ever. Paid for by the American party of America.
Jumbotron goes black.
WCF Internet Title Match
The Griffin versus Zombie McMorris
The Griffin versus Zombie McMorris
The static reel beginning of Daft Punk’s Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger rings out through the arena, prompting the arrival of a fan favorite. As the song intros in, the lights roaming over the crowd move back and forth to the beat until it drops, at which point Griffin struts out to the song wearing his entrance vest with a mighty Griffin rearing up on the back of it, looking limber and ready to go.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the WCF Internet Title! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 198 pounds...THE GRIFFIN!
When the chorus repeats and a steady beat rings out through the speakers, Griffin throws one hand up into the air, pointing to the sky for a brief moment before walking briskly to the ring, using the second rope to vault himself inside of the ring, rolling onto his feet only for him to drop down and give the signature taunt known as ‘Army of Wings’ where he gives the sign of the horns to the crowd as he drops down to one knee.
As the song dies down and he’s introed in, Griffin heads to his corner and takes off his vest for the bout ahead.
"Killed By Death " hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent, from Wherever The Fuck He Wants, weighing in at 220 pounds he is the current WCF Internet Champion...ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!
He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Freddy Whoa: The Griffin versus Zombie McMorris for the Internet Title...WHOA!
DING! DING! DING!
Freddy Whoa: And here we go!
Both men come out of their corners and immediately tie up in the middle of the ring. Griffin tries to take control and goes for a wristlock but Zombie counters it and levels the smaller Griffin with a clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Hot damn! There's no way that felt good.
Griffin hits the mat and quickly rolls over before popping back up to his feet. Zombie is ready for him and spins him around before grabbing him from behind. Zombie lifts him up like he's going for a back body drop but Griffin wiggles loose and comes down on his feet behind Zombie. Griffin with a schoolboy pin.
Freddy Whoa: No! Griffin can't even get a one count before Zombie kicks out with authority.
Zombie shoves Griffin off of him and sits up on the mat before pushing himself to his feet. Griffin leaps up onto the back of Zombie before he can get turned around and slaps on a sleeper hold. Zombie trying to throw Griffin off, grabbing at his mask and trying to rip it off along with the rest of his head. Griffin hanging on tight though, until McMorris takes off for the corner. Zombie spins around and slams Griffin back first into the turnbuckles. Griffin forced to release the hold and Zombie lays into him with back elbow shots to the face.
Freddy Whoa: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. For God's sake stop counting and break it up ref! Eight! Nine!
The referee's count reaches 4 before McMorris backs off, only to rush forward and slam his elbow into Griffin's face a tenth time. Griffin holding himself up using the ropes as the referee is giving Zombie an earful about listening to him. Zombie with a middle finger salute and he goes after Griffin. Griffin with a boot to the gut, followed up by a double axe handle across the back. Zombie doubled over and Griffin grabs him before trying for a suplex. Zombie blocks it and goes for a suplex of his own. Zombie gets him up but Griffin counters with a knee to the head. Griffin back down onto the mat and he whips Zombie into the corner. Griffin out to the center of the ring before taking back off toward Zombie and he hits him with a running dropkick to the chest.
Freddy Whoa: Beautiful dropkick there and at breakneck speed nonetheless. This guy can fly in that ring.
Griffin dragging Zombie out of the corner and throws him to the mat before heading to the top rope. Griffin perched on the top rope as Zombie pushes himself back up to his feet. Zombie upright and Griffin leaps off with a hurricanrana. Zombie taken back down to the mat as Griffin quickly tries for a pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: No! Zombie with the shoulder up at two!
Griffin slapping the mat in frustration as he gets back up to his feet. Zombie stirring as Griffin is setting him up for something, waiting patiently. Zombie up to his feet and Griffin goes for a 540 roundhouse kick.
Freddy Whoa: Tornado Kick!
But Zombie ducks it! Griffin lands awkwardly on his feet and Zombie connects with a Falcon Punch. Griffin dazed by the lighting fast strike to the face but he's still upright until Zombie hits him with a knee to the gut. Zombie brings him in and then hits him with a double arm spike DDT.
Freddy Whoa: WORLD TOUR '69!
Zombie rolls Griffin over and goes for the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: No! Griffin with the shoulder up!
Zombie looking a bit perplexed as he gets to his feet, shaking his head. Zombie up and he grabs Griffin by the mask, dragging him upright. Zombie going for the Axe Wound, hitting it with authority. Zombie with the pin attempt again.
Freddy Whoa: NO! KICKOUT!
The crowd loses it as Zombie sits up, obviously shocked that Griffin kicked out after the Axe Wound. The referee showing Zombie two fingers as Zombie gets to his feet, enraged. Zombie in the referee's face, arguing the count as Griffin tries to sit up. Zombie turns around and pulls Griffin to his feet, setting him up for another Axe Wound. Zombie lifts him but Griffin from out of nowhere reverses it and hits a hurricanrana. Zombie hits the mat and pops back up to his feet but he turns around into a Tornado Kick. Griffin with the pin attempt.
The crowd pops as Griffin rolls off of Zombie. Griffin to his feet celebrating as the referee is trying to wave it off.
Freddy Whoa: Oh no! Zombie's foot was on the rope!
Griffin oblivious to the referee waving it off until his music cuts. The referee explaining that Zombie's foot was on the rope as Griffin argues that he made the count before Zombie got the foot up on the rope. Zombie lets his foot drop from the rope and he rolls out of the ring as they continue to argue. The referee goes to the ropes and waves Kyle Steel over. They talk for a moment as Zombie is on his knees by the apron outside the ring.
Kyle Steel: The referee has ruled that Zombie McMorris got his foot on the rope before the count of 3, thus this match will continue!
The crowd has a very mixed reaction as Griffin looks around for Zombie. He spots him and goes to the ropes to leave the ring. He starts to step through them when from out of nowhere Zombie smashes him in the skull with a steel chair.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
The referee signals for the bell as Griffin drops from the apron to the ground. Zombie using the chair to get to his feet as the crowd boos.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match by way of disqualification...GRIFFIN! However because the title does not switch hands on a disqualification, still your WCF Internet Champion...ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!
The crowd's boos intensify as Zombie stares down Griffin before throwing the chair at him. The referee slides out of the ring and checks on Griffin as Zombie snatches his Internet Title from Kyle Steel and heads up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Wow. The Griffin took Zombie McMorris to the limit in this Internet Title Match, had him all but beat and Zombie, realizing how close he was to losing his title, resorted to a cheap shot just to retain. I hope Griffin gets another shot at the title soon so he can get his revenge.
Wednesday Night goes to commercial.
Worthy Of Discussion Segment
*Bryan “Buzz” Worthy, in his trademark neon green sportsjacket with the WCF logo stitched on the breast pocket, greets the viewer.*
Buzz: Welcome to another episode of “Worthy of Discussion”, a semi-regular roundtable that meets to debate the key issues affecting the Wrestling Championship Federation. I’m your host, Bryan Worthy, and joining me tonight are three men known for making news themselves: current International Champion and Family member Dagvald Riddick-
*Dag looks insulted at the introduction and chops the air with his hand, smacks the desk. He points to Bryan and says*
Dag: That's 'Official Champion to the International Community Excluding Japan, Neo Nordicist Dagvald Riddik' to you, citizen! If you want me to cooperate on your show, you'll show me the proper respect! Hmph.
Buzz: My apologies, Mister Riddick. Also joining us is Cormack MacNeill, who is the current Number One Contender for the International Title-
*Cormack fixes Riddik with an angry stare as he responds to the introduction.*
Cormack: Happy to be here representing the future of the International Title, including Japan.
Buzz: - and finally one half of the Tag Team Champions and part of the Rebellution stable, Andre Holmes.
Andre: Hey guys. Glad to be here with Cormack, the real International Champion. Sorry about Dag. He's doin his best to be called champion because nobody is taking him seriously. Good tie there Bryan.
*Dag fixes Holmes with a heated stare, while Cormack leans over to shake Andre's hand before resuming the heated stare. The bandage covering his left temple throbs along with his increased pulse.
Buzz: The first subject for this evening deals with wrestlers and social media. Last week saw the introduction of a new faction to WCF, the Pride. Its members, Ethan King, Eddie Felt, and The Griffin, made their existence known through a coordinated and prolific online media campaign. Their efforts were so successful one of their members, the masked vigilante Griffin, was even granted a title shot for the Internet Championship before he had even had his first match. Some claim this is proof a strong digital media presence helps a wrestler’s career greatly. Other say most of what goes on online is just empty rhetoric that exposes the business. Where do you stand on this issue?
Andre: Like it's proof enough. Nobody knew who the Pride were until they barraged Twitter with their amazingly funny, and creative posts. They took WCF by storm, and everyone was already talking about them. Hell, they even got a title before their first match? That's more than enough to say how social media can help. I mean, from my own view, I've gotten a crap load of followers ever since I got more active. Ha ha!"
Cormack: I think there’s a time and place for this social media stuff. It's a great tool for promotion as Andre pointed out, but it also has it's downside. For every Pride or Jordan Caliban that sprung from the hype surrounding social media, it also gave birth to people like Sarah Twilight and Kat Phoenix. And BeachKrew. And the Family. And guys like Riddik. Me...I prefer to let my fists do the talking. You know what they say Bryan, those who can, do. Those who can't, talk about it.
Dag: Good lord, who invited you two ass kissers on this show? Here's a novel concept: manifest your own bloody opinions for once. I don't know who the hell the Pride are and I don't have a fucking clue why everyone around here is taking a long stroll down suck-Pride-dick boulevard. Well I refuse to partake, because I'm a normal human being and I have self respect. The social media tools at our disposal have done me wonders personally, including giving me the platform to prove myself against the only man in this company that I have even a shred of respect for, and that my friends, is saying something. I only know about Griffin because he's talked a big game but fallen flat on his fucking face, walking right into the same traps literally every person, myself included at first, falls into against McMorris. Nobody but me will ever be internet-prolific enough to take that belt away, and if by some impossible miracle I ever lose this International Championship, Zombie can be sure he will be the absolute first target on my list.
*Andre looks at Cormack for a moment before he breaks out in laughter. MacNeill for his part hasn't broken the stare with Dag Riddik.*
Andre: I'm sorry. I'm just wondering when Z-Mac beat you for the Internet Title then you became so humble to actually put him over even though he was over than you. Hey Dag. I think our opinions mean enough except for the cheap heat, and terrible act you bring to the table with all the racist, and sexist comments. Cormack, the sooner you beat him the better. As for the Pride Dag, seeing though I am an honorary member. They actually made a bigger impact on #BeachKrew than you ever did. Get rekt.
Dag: Did you just use internet lingo in an actual conversation? I'll tell you what you did; you summarized quite nicely the problem with the internet. It's taking over the lives of those with such meek intelligence that they cannot seperate the virtual reality from actual reality. While you sit there quoting nonsense that is supposed to be used ironically and humorously in text form to convey sarcastic humor, I'll be over here continuing this discussion with those who like to speak recognized languages.
Andre: Just wait for the hard R's, and sexist comments guys. Just wait for it...
Dag: This is going nowhere. Unless that fat fuck has something to say, next question, please.
*MacNeill raises a meaty fist and extends his index finger upward.*
Cormack: That's one.
Buzz: Speaking of social media, one of the key trending topics on Twitter for the last two weeks has been Joey Flash’s new finishing move, The World. Debuting at the Timebomb Pay Per View where Joey used it to win his title match against former WCF Champion Jay Price, it is latest, and to many, greatest offensive weapon in Flash’s already stocked arsenal. Experts are divided on how to classify the maneuver, and even debate whether or not it’s worth the hype that surrounds it. What are your thoughts on “The World”?
Dag: Are you serious? Are you bloody serious? Why the hell did I agree to be here? You promised me important topics of discussion and this is what you give me? I couldn't give any less of a fuck about how Joe finishes his matches. When I heard everybody flip shit over it, I went back to see how retarded the whole thing is just like every other time everyone has found something interesting, and I was right. There is no move, it's literally just a drop toe hold with timing to throw his opponent face first into the mat. He deserves absolutely no recognition for it, and he wouldn't get any if it weren't for his reference to triangle cartoon fetish gay porn by screaming "the world" like blood murder. Seeing as that is in direct conflict with article 2 of my proclamation regarding jap culture references, I shall be taking this whole fiasco up with my lawyer and sorting this bullshit out so I won't have to deal with this complete nonsense anymore.
Andre: Yet you broke that rule many times too dipshit.
Dag: Good old clueless, naive, ignorant Andre. Have anything to say, Cormack? Normally you'd sound painfully stupid, but compared to what Andre just said I'm sure you'll sound like Newton.
Cormack: The World isn't the dumbest finishing move we've seen in the WCF. And it’s Joey Flash's career, he can mark it anyway he sees fit. I mean, it's not like he named his finisher after an air-headed politician or an 80's television show.
*He raised his meaty fist again and extended his index and middle fingers.*
Cormack: And that's two.
Buzz: Last Sunday's Slam was notable for many things. Katherine Phoenix won the Hardcore Title. Former Cruiserweight Champion was pronounced dead. The formerly deceased WCF superstar, the monster Oblivion, pronounced that he was alive. House of Ophelia and current United States Champion Vengeance declared his intent to run for the Presidency. Team Rekt' Em held an impressive five minute Rochambeau exhibition for the WCF Galaxy. But there are two subjects I want to focus on. The first largely concerns just one person, and that's Jayson Price. The South Street Menace announced at the end of the show his plan to leave WCF and use the time away to make himself well. What are your thoughts on Jay Price's career, his place in the sport's history, and whether or not he should accept the challenge of his long-time rival Seth Lerch to fight him at the 350th episode of Slam?
Dag: My... My thoughts? On Jayson Price? Why- What the bloody hell for? What did he ever do that warrants people giving a shit about his retirement? I sure as hell couldn't care less if he stays or goes. That's pretty much it from me.
Andre: Sad man. Guy did everything he could do in his career. Mr. Every Title. Yep, name says it all. You know what Jay? I wanna host your retirement party in Las Vegas. Hell of a career, and helped WCF to stay on his back. Oh, and Dag. You fucking suck. I'll never let that go. You suck big donkey dick.
Cormack: Explains his breath, doesn't it Andre. I've had the dubious privilege of climbing into the ring with Jayson Price on more than one occasion, and while I don't like him a damn bit you've got to respect the man. And what he's done in his career. He never backed down, never gave up. And while I think he's an egotistical asshole, he's an egotistical asshole who's earned every accolade being given to him.
Buzz: Our final topic concerns a broader issue that affected Sunday night's program, and pro wrestling in general. Slam had a total of twelve matches, and over half of them ended controversially. Outcomes were decided, and in some cases denied, by outside interference or poor sportsmanship multiple times. Where do you stand on this issue? Should steps be taken by WCF management to make sure every match ends cleanly, or is the-paraphrasing for language- "fudge finish" just part of the business; something to be accepted or even embraced?
Dag: Am I upset that Orbit threw a hissy fit toddler tantrum and attacked Logan with a chair? Not really. He cost himself the match, further proving how much of a fucking moron he is and how devoted he is to burying his own career. Orbit embodies the very concept of DQ finishes. He has no motivation, he knows he's always going to lose, and he's a complete failure, so there's no point in prolonging the inevitable when you can take matters into your own hands. I myself would never need to end a match that way because I'm the International Champion. That proves my superiority in the ring and my competence as a WCF Elite. Anyone who can't take a loss knows that their career is a hopeless case and that they wouldn't be able to recover from it.
Cormack: Steve has his own reasons for what he did Bryan. A man like Orbit doesn't do something like that unless there's a reason, a motivation, and end game. And we all know Dag Riddik is the kind of man who would take any shortcut he could find to get the win. I still got a bell ringing in my ears to prove it.
Andre: Anyone who tries to win by disqualifying themselves is a complete, and utter bitch. Fuck them, fuck DQ finishes. Champion retains by doing that shit? Fuck outta here. Dag might do that shit too.
Dag: Did you not just bloody hear me? I swear to Odin it's like talking to a brick wall.
Andre: Talk to me when you actually get a defense on that belt you made Trash, sorry. Logan made trash.
Dag: I only have the entire company and audience talking about my title but sure, whatever you say.
Andre: Talking about the title doesn't do anything. You're ranked the least on the Elite boards, you haven't defended it. You're on another match losing streak. You're done nothing but boast about rules YOU can't follow nor you can't empower. Japan is still a country with better wrestlers, and yet here you are sitting on your high horse thinking you’re the World Champion yet how can you be a champion of the World when you're excluding Japan because you don't like it? I'm the Tag Champ, and I've been putting in more work. You're gonna sit here, and just pretend you hear nothing but the truth is Dag, I'm ten times the man you'll ever be inside the ring, and outside the ring. Make another excuse now as you always do. You're the excuse of WCF.
Dag: You're just as stupid as a sack of bullocks aren't you? I can't even give you the credibility of a brick wall anymore. At least that stands up to resistance because of its strength. You're just too stupid to understand when you're wrong.
*Andre stands up, and slams his hands on the table*
Andre: I'm wrong? Your mother was wrong for birthing you, your father was wrong for putting his sperm in your ugly ass mother. You've never done anything worth noticing. You called out ZMAC, got your ass beat. You called out Wade, got your ass beat. You won the International Title but you've made it shit. Just like Logan back in 2003 when he had Team of Treachery, and Seth Lerch up his ass to help him. I've beaten you TWICE. Remember when you attacked me after the match? It's because you damn sure know I'm the better man. You're a fucking joke. Nobody in the WCF likes you, and you're the easiest person to beat when it comes to the top tiers. You aren't one of them. The Family is a joke, they were hot for one second, and now they're shit. You can prove as much to the people who relevant you but all you are is a piece of Nordic shit who should have been aborted to save the world for your shit. You know what? When you want to get your ass kicked again by me, you know where to find me. Fuck this show, I'm out.
*He rips off the microphone off his shirt, and storms out. Dag rubs the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.*
Dag: That guy... That guy needs help. He just doesn't get it. Anyway, do you have any more asinine questions for me and fat ass over here?
Buzz: I'm afraid we are about out of time. Any final thoughts, gentlemen?
Dag: Final thoughts? How about you quit demanding demeaning things from me and give me an apology for all the time you've wasted of mine. I suppose some of the blame could be on myself for agreeing to come on here in the first place, but I could definitely get you for false advertising since you promised there would be participants who could indulge in intelligent conversation. Instead, I got the blackest white guy in the company and the guy with an IQ low enough and physique bad enough to make Eugene look like a roided up Stephen Hawking.
*MacNeill lifts his meaty fist and extends his index, middle and ring finger upward.*
Cormack: That's three. Sorry Bryan.
*With a swiftness belying his size, MacNeill flips the table over on Dag Riddik catching him by surprise. He stands and folds his chair up, and as Riddik stumbles out from under the table and gains his feet MacNeill smokes him in the head with the chair, leaving him dazed and flat on his back.*
Cormack: Now we're even, laddie.
*The show ends with Buzz, looking resigned, kneeling down to check on Dag.*
Stuart Slane Segment
*Stuart Slane, dressed to compete, stands in the ring. The Television Title is wrapped around his waist and he has a microphone in hand.*
Slane: Two weeks ago on Slam my Television Championship Match had to be cancelled. The cause for this postponement was a group of WCF wrestlers known as the Hue World Order . If you would, please direct your attention to the Jumbotron so you may see first-hand the actions they took against me.
*There’s a recap of the ambush and beatdown Stu took from the group before being rescued by the man he was supposed to wrestle that night, CJ Phoenix.*
Slane: I am still unsure as to why this stable has targeted me, or any of the others on their “Enemies List”. But tonight I’m not interested in enlightenment. What I want is payback. That is why I requested a match against the HWO member who could have blinded me that night when he sprayed paint into my eyes: Little Green Man.
*The crowd doesn’t seem too interested in seeing this, since the TV Champ is nearly twice the jobber’s size. He’s anticipated such a reaction, however.*
Slane: And to show, unlike the Order, I believe in fair play; I also asked for this to be a handicap tag match.
*A bit more of a pop for that stip. Stuart grins slightly.*
Slane: I’ve even allowed Mister, uh, Man his choice of a partner, and to let him keep that wrestler’s identity from me until the match. Which will begin…now.
*He passes the microphone and then his title belt between the ropes to a roadie, and looks towards the stage. After a few moments “Colors” by Ice T blasts through the arena’s speakers, and out from gorilla walk several wrestlers from the jobber roster, including the stable’s leader, Andre the Pliant, and the target of Slane’s ire, Little Green Man. All of them are wearing rainbow tie-dyed shirts bearing the “h.W.o” logo. Andre holds a mic is grinning devilishly.*
Andre: We, The Color Guard of the WCF, the Prismatic Protectorate, the HUE WORLD ORDER!!! accept this challenge. Please allow us to introduce the wrestler who will be helping Little Green Man put this drab and dreary drudge in his place, the newest addition to our movement---- Johan von Richter!!
*As "Sonne" by Rammstein hits the PA system, a huge (6’6”/270#) heavily muscled man walks out from the back, a gas mask covering his face to protect him from the "stench of the American swine". *
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The HWO dug deep into the Roster Archives to find this guy! But it might be worth the effort, if he can help the group beat the TV Champion Stuart Slane tonight.
*The German Bulldozer slowly walks down the ramp, keeping his focus on the ring ahead and not on the inferior masses that are booing him. Once he reaches the ringside area he pulls himself up onto the apron and steps into the ring. He then raises both of his arms above his head, screaming out in German from behind the mask before he finally pulls it off and then sets it in his corner, where a smug Little Green Man waits, his stubby fingers gripping around the tag rope.*
*Slane and von Richter meet in the middle of the ring, staring at each other emotionlessly as the referee goes over the rules of the match. He then signals for the bell to be rung. Slane raises a hand, challenging von Richter to a “test of strength”. Johan feigns acceptance, but then tries to kick Stu in the gut. The ex-Scoutmaster was prepared for such duplicity, however, and catches his foot. He flings him backward towards the ropes.*
Whoa: The Television Champion demonstrating both his savvy and strength there, anticipating von Richter’s feint and countering it.
*Von Richter rolls under the ropes and goes outside to recover. The crowd jeers the stalling. Stuart goes to the apron and shouts at the newest HWO member to get in the ring. Meanwhile, Little Green Man creeps behind Stu and chop blocks him! Slane stumbles, turns and chases LGM back to his corner. The referee stops him before doing anything more. Von Richter uses the distraction to slide back inside and stalk his foe. He clubs Slane hard in the back, and then wraps up his waist for a German suplex. Stu is able to block it by holding onto the ropes, and then elbows Von Richter in the temple. When The Aryan Archetype releases his grip Slane turns around and head butts him. The TV Champ follows that up with several forearm shivers that force von Richter to the middle of the ring. He then Irish whips him to the opposite corner. Charging, Slane tries for a body avalanche, but Johan fends him off with a raised boot to the mush.*
Whoa: Johan von Richter was able to put a stop to Stuart Slane’s offense. Can he capitalize, though?
*Johan rushes at the staggered Stu and hits a clothesline, knocking him down. He kicks at him for several moments, then drags him up to a seated position to apply a chinlock. As von Richter cranks his foe’s neck his fellow HWO members come down the ramp and circle the ring. One of them, Squatting Horse, jumps on the apron, getting the referee’s attention. When the ref goes to order Squatting Horse off, Andre the Pliant reaches in, grabs Slane by the legs, and with von Richter’s help drags him out of the ring. Slane’s head hits the ground hard, and he clutches the back of it in obvious agony. *
Whoa: What a disgusting move by the Hue World Order! Referee Obasi Bock needs to get them in check. Slane is already facing two men; he shouldn’t have to worry about the entire group!
*The crowd’s loud boos make Bock realize he’s missed something. He sees that Slane is no longer in the ring. When he goes to find out what happened von Richter gets in his way, giving Andre and Torada Baruta cover to stomp on the TV Champ. Finally they toss Stu back inside, and he rolls right to von Richter’s feet. The HWO member herks him up for a scoop slam, drops an elbow, and makes a cover. One! Two! Slane kicks out. The German Bulldozer rises, pulls up his opponent and whips him to the ropes. Stuart caroms back towards von Richter, who has ducked down to try a back body drop. Slane is able to counter that by pinning him with a Sunset Flip. One! Two! Von Richter kicks out. Both men get to their feet quickly. Johan tries a wild clothesline, but Stu ducks under and hits a hangman’s neckbreaker. Another cover. One! Von Richter gets a shoulder up!
Whoa: Stuart Slane is starting to rally. He’s been able to counter all of Johan von Richter’s recent offense.
*Slane puts Johan in a front facelock and drags him to his feet. He knees him repeatedly in the gut and then tries to put him in the pumphandle position. Von Richter shoves him away. Slane shoots the ropes and comes back with a shoulder block that stuns the HWO member. Slane wraps him up for a belly to belly side suplex, flinging von Richter to the mat. Cover. One! Two! Broken up by Little Green Man! Slane lunges at the diminutive interloper, who wisely scurries back to his corner. Meanwhile, Andre the Pliant uses the distraction to slide a gimmick to the still recovering von Richter.*
Whoa: Wait. What was that? What did Andre just give von Richter?
*It’s a pair of knuckle dusters. Von Richter rolls to his side and slips them on; waiting for Slane to pull him up. When he does he strikes the Television Champion square in the jaw! Down goes Stu.*
Whoa: Whoa! Slane is out like a light!
*As the crowd boos Squatting Horse again jumps on the apron to distract the referee, allowing Von Richter to hide his weapon in his trunks. He waits for Bock to turn his attention back to them before dropping down to make the cover, only he’s stopped by the insistent shouting of Little Green Man. He is leaning into the ring, tiny arm outstretched, demanding he be tagged in. Von Richter acquiesces, going to slap hands with his partner.*
Whoa: Aw, come on! As if the cheap shot wasn’t enough, the Hue World Order is going to add insult to injury by letting Little Green Man get the pin. This is despicable!
*LGM saunters into the ring and skips around Slane’s supine form before going for a straddle pin. One! Two! Slane kicks out, hooks his legs under LGM’s arms, and catches him in a prawn hold pin. One! Two! Three! The referee calls for the bell!*
Whoa: Whoa! Stuart Slane must have been playing possum!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Stu- watch out!!
*Von Richter rushes the ring to get at Slane, who in turn hoists up Little Green Man and launches him right into his block and tackle. Stu ducks a clothesline from a charging Squatting Horse, and then dives out of the ring himself. He runs towards the time-keeper’s table, hitting a Runaway Slane on Torada Baruta when he tries to get in his way. Slane grabs his belt and uses it to smack another attacking HWO member, Fifty Pence, in the face.*
Whoa: The match is over, but bedlam reigns here at ringside! The Hue World Order, enraged at losing after all their efforts, are out for Stuart Slane’s blood!
*Several of the HWO rush at Slane, who holds up the TV Title menacingly to keep them at bay. Finally, realizing he is outnumbered and no help is coming, he hops the barricade and slowly backs away. The Order watch him go, shouting threats at him as he retreats.*
Whoa: Well, Stuart Slane did manage to get a moral victory tonight against the Hue World Order by winning their match, but it’s obvious nothing has truly been settled!
*The last shot is of Slane standing in one of the arena’s aisles, glaring down at the HWO as he slings the Television Championship across his shoulder.*
A Special Contract Signing
"Master of Puppets" by Metallica hits.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like we're getting this contract signing underway right here on Wednesday Night! The ring has already been clothed with fancy red carpet and all that jazz, and Kyle Steel has joined me at the booth for this special occasion.
Kyle Steel: I have indeed. Pretty excited for this. There is even a table with trays of hotdogs.
Freddy Whoa: Last week on Slam, we witnessed Steve Orbit break.
Kyle Steel: He did, Freddy. Let's replay that clip.
Footage of last week rolls onto the jumbotron. Steve Orbit hits Logan with a Pimp Slap forcing Logan to spin on his feet and then Orbit hits the HONEY DIP.
LOGAN KICKS OUT.
Freddy Whoa: And that was when we saw Steve Orbit go blank. He brutally attacked Logan immediately afterwards with a steel chair.
Kyle Steel: There was zero emotion, Freddy. I think he really wanted to hurt Logan. After Steve Orbit got himself disqualified from the match, Seth Lerch made an appearance and announced yet another match between these two.
Freddy Whoa: He said it would be a three stages of hell match and we're about to find out exactly what that is right now!
Seth Lerch climbs into the ring with a microphone and the music cuts.
Seth Lerch: Never thought I'd be on this second rate show, it's probably because I'm drunk. So, tonight we settle this once and for -
"Treachery" by Bleach hits. The audience immediately begins booing. Logan walks onto the stage with a cocky presence.
Freddy Whoa: I wanted to hear what Seth Lerch had to say!
Kyke Steel: Not me. And neither did Logan.
Logan takes his time, walking down the ramp, and then climbs the ringsteps and steps through the middle ropes. He picks up one of the microphones off the table and his music cuts.
Logan: Go ahead, Seth. Go ahead and announce to these Wednesday Night trashcan fans how many different types of ways I'm going to make Steve Orbit my bitch at Explosion.
The audience begins a Logan sucks chant.
Logan: SHUT UP!
That doesn't stop them.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
"Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne hits the PA. The crowd explodes as Steve Orbit makes his way to the ring, staring straight ahead.
Freddy Whoa: Orbit looks determined. Normally he's interacting with fans, showing off, having a good time. Right now his eyes are fixed on Logan.
Orbit grabs a mic and enters the ring as his music cuts. He starts moving towards Logan but Seth steps between them. Orbit and Logan bark at each other for a few moments until Seth speaks up.
Seth Lerch: HEY. Alright. You're both out here, here's how it's going down. You'll each pick a stipulation, those will be the first two falls-- and then you'll have to shake on the third.
Orbit nods. Logan grins and taunts Orbit.
Seth Lerch: Steve, let's start with you. The first fall will be...
Orbit puts the mic to his lips.
Steve Orbit: Falls. Count. Anywhere.
The crowd pops!
Seth Lerch: Alright. Second fall, Logan?
Logan takes a moment to think.
Logan: ... ELECTRIC CAGE MATCH.
The crowd pops HUGE.
Kyle Steel: Electric cage match!
Freddy Whoa: So they'll go from a Falls Count Anywhere match, into an Electric Cage match... how can they have anything left after that?
Seth Lerch: Wow, okay. Sheesh... third fall? Want to hear my idea?
Orbit and Logan shrug.
Seth Lerch: Lumberjack match!
The crowd boos.
Seth Lerch: No? Hmm... ok, what about this. Hardcore match!
More boos. Orbit shakes his head "no". Logan steps in front of Seth, face to face with Orbit.
Logan: TAIPEI DEATH MATCH.
Orbit's nostrils flare. He brings the mic to his mouth.
Steve Orbit: LAST MAN STANDING.
The tension is running high between both men. Complete silence in the arena as they stand face to face. Seth looks to the crowd.
Seth Lerch: Well, which one will it be?
The crowd is split with deuling chants. Half chanting "LAST MAN STAN-DING!" and the other half chanting "TAI-PEI DEATH MATCH!".
Seth Lerch: I got it. The third fall will be... a last man standing...
Orbit grins. Logan throws his arms up.
Seth Lerch: A last man standing, Taipei Death match.
The crowd EXPLODES with cheers.
Seth Lerch: That's it. That's what you two want?
Orbit nods. Logan nods.
Seth Lerch: Shake on it.
Logan puts his hand out. Orbit is reluctant.
Seth Lerch: I explained the rules, you guys have to shake on the third match to make it official. Shake his hand, Orbit.
Orbit grabs Logan's hand, shakes it-- and pulls him in close. The crowd pops as they stare into each other's eyes, speaking to each other under their breath. After a few moments, Seth steps between them once again, separating them.
Kyle Steel: Well, it's official. Three Stages of Hell at Explosion, Logan versus Orbit, one more time.
Freddy Whoa: Each fall more brutal than the next. Normal men could barely survive ONE of these matches... but Logan and Steve Orbit are a different breed. These are two of the toughest men on planet Earth. And I have a feeling neither one of them will ever be the same... after Explosion.
WCF Wednesday Night goes to commercial.
WCF People's Title Match
Andrew Marx versus Teo Del Sol
Andrew Marx versus Teo Del Sol
A video package is shown as an imposing structure is built in time lapse photography; sixteen feet high, two ramps on either side, a platform suspended high above the ring with a complex set of latticed scaffolding. As the techs whizz seemingly past us; we hear the menacing voice of Andrew Marx over this:
Andrew Marx: Teo wants a scaffold match to settle the score between us. Teo wants a match where the winner gets to chuck the loser basically off a cliff. Well, I think it's pretty safe to say...I accept.
We see footage now from last Week's Wednesday night as Andrew Marx interrupts Teo's match with Johnny Rabid: viciously beating down the champ! Marx's voice over plays over this:
Andrew Marx: It's one thing to beat The People's own champion, but to be given the chance to end his career, and possibly take his life in front of his precious fan's eyes? Well that's a whole other opportunity in it's own right!
We see Teo Del Sol and Andrew Marx signing wavers in their respective dressing rooms: while footage of solemn WCF employees is shown, gathered at a service a few months ago to pay their respects to a (at the time) dead Scarecrow outside the WCF main building.
Teo Del Sol: I know what this match means, I know the risks. But sometimes in life you have to put aside those risks to do what's right. Marx has stepped over the line. And he has to learn what that means. Once and for all.
Andrew Marx: Destroying Teo Del Sol? Killing him? An opportunity to throw Teo Del Sol sixteen feet to his death? Who could pass that up?
A slow zoom now across an empty arena as we see Andrew laughing into camera; he's standing aloft on top of the scaffolding, that familiar closed umbrella of his over one shoulder. Below the demonic structure, is a unfolded Table with Teo's face printed upon it's surface, spray painted over Teo's mask is a speech bubble with the words "THROW ME HERE" in crude, jagged letters. Marx casually points at it with the umbrella:
Andrew Marx: I'm going to take your title, Teo! I'm going to take YOUR LIFE! I'm going to leave my Marx on this Federation! And I'm going to do it...with your blood!
The camera pulls back as Andrew Marx's laughter echoes across the empty Arena.
The shot syncopates into:
A SOLD OUT WEDNESDAY NIGHT:
A match cut to the exact same camera angle as before; only now, this is live, and the match...is about to begin!
Kyle Steel: The following is a scaffold match for the WCF People's championship! First, the challenger!
Violins begin to rise slowly throughout the arena getting louder and louder, as the drums kick in Marx sticks his Umbrella out of the curtain and uses it to sweep the fabric aside, he walks to the centre of the stage and then places the umbrella beside him, he kicks it and spins it between his fingers before catching it laid across his shoulders, he walks to the ring with his arms draped up over it
Kyle Steele: NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! Hailing from Camden Market London Town UK! Weighing in at 200 Pounds, he is the devil on your shoulder! ANDREW MARX!
Marx gets to the bottom of the ramp and brings the umbrella back down, slamming the point into the top of that Teo Del Sol table, which has been set out just as it was before in the video package. Marx snarls at the camera and shouts:
Andrew Marx: X MARX DAH SPOT, TEO! YA FACKIN' COWSUN!
Freddy Whoa: The Devil on your shoulder has made quite the impact over the last few weeks here in the WCF, if he gets his way tonight? His next impact could cost Teo his life!
Marx stands at the base of his allocated ramp; the ring announcer wants to take his umbrella away but Marx just snatches it back and snarls as--
The Junior-tron Suddenly cuts to a news desk, where a very serious News Anchor shuffles his papers impatiently. After a few moments, he turns towards the camera.
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."
The News Anchor falls silent as the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" suddenly blares. The Screen crashes to static before bringing up the view of the entrance ramp, which is engulfed with a burst of Pyro as Teo del Sol, His trademark white Jacket and white mask shining like the sun itself, steps through the curtain. The corner of the screen bears his wrestling mask with the logo TEO TV emblazoned across it, and he holds one hand high over his head, with a camera in the other. The feed then cuts to a live broadcast from the camera, encompassing the screaming fans all around the arena, waving as they appear not only on the TV screen, but on the junior-tron above Teo. He begins walking down the ramp, reaching out to shake fans hands and sign autographs, all seen from the viewpoint of the camera, the camera pans up:
And we see the scaffolding: it's harsh and foreboding shape cutting a haunting silhouette against the impressive lighting rig above it. Teo turns the camera onto himself and smiles:
Teo Del Sol: I know kids this looks like a fun climbing frame, but I want you all to promise me you won't try any of this on building sites, okay? This is a dangerous structure. It's designed to hurt. I don't want any of you out there to fall and make your parents unhappy. Stay safe! Stay Happy! And enjoy the show!
Teo hands the camera to a tech hand as he Teo composes himself, he looks up and sees a jeering Andrew Marx standing at the base of his ramp as Teo walks over to his. After a few moments we hear a heartbeat sting pound over the speakers as the lights dim. The camera flashing between Teo and Marx as they take deep breaths, psyching themselves up.
Freddy Who: Here we go Ladies and Gentlemen...in five...four...three...two...
Teo and Marx race up the ramp as they want to get this started quick, both reach the platform at the same time as Teo ducks a swing from Marx's umbrella; goes for a clothesline that's ducked, Marx bringing the full force of that umbrella down on Teo's back who staggers in pain. Mar goes for another shot as the Umbrella is grabbed by Teo and thrown away, it plummets down to the floor below, clanging on the steel as it does so.
Teo now with hard rights, countered with a string of powers clubbing forearms by Marx who grabs Teo's tights and tries to throw Teo off the base! Teo hooks his right leg around Marx's left and grabs the back of his head, leaning back and hitting an improvised Russian leg sweep of sorts; both men fall backwards to the floor of the platform; still sixteen feet suspended above the ring. Teo goes for a standing star press--
But Marx is up and hits a drop kick on Teo mid rotation! Teo flies backwards, rolls. But remains on the platform as Marx is up, the devil hits a standing leg drop over the throat of Teo, who clutches his larynx after the assault. A casual kick to the head of Teo by Marx as massive BOOS ring out of the arena. Another and another to the head of Teo! Marx screams at the crowd who jeer back as –
Teo is up! Hard right followed by a Hurricanrana attempt!
But Marx counters! Turns the lucha libre attack into a running powerbomb! Marx cannons forward, attempting to throw Teo off the platform as the crowd scream NOOOOOOO! Below!
COUNTERED! Teo with a Mongolian chop to Marx's throat! Head Scissors! Teo drops and rolls to his feet as Marx stumbles forward and goes over the edge!
Freddy Whoa: Marx is hanging onto the steel lattice! The match doesn't end until someone hits the mat below!
In an impressive display of athleticism: Marx swings and climbs back up, Teo backing off and showing his sportsmanship by allowing Marx to get to his feet. Marx grins. Waves Teo on.
Freddy Who: Teo might regret his decision to be so magnanimous tonight!
Teo now with an Enziguri attempt, ducked as Marx charges forward. Eye poke, Tomahawk chops followed by an Attitude adjustment into a backstabber!
Marx lifts Teo to his feet and THROWS HIM OFF THE PLATFORM!
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GAWD!
Teo, however...HANGS ON!
Del Sol uses his impressive mountain climbing skills to leap from one of the four, tall lattice structures of steel holding the platform up back onto the platform, rolling BEHIND Andrew Marx who was previously attempting to stamp on Teo's fingers. Teo delivers some clubbing blows to the back of Marx's back, forearm smash by Teo; inverted atomic drop, followed by a wild swing at Marx, who manages to duck the attack, pirouettes and goes to hit a discus clothesline!
Countered by Teo who hits a hatch Suplex!
MARX OVER THE EDGE!
Andrew steadies himself as he hangs on, then JUMPS DOWN WITH BOTH FEET, LANDING ON THE RING ROPES! Marx takes a moment to steady himself after his dramatic display before walking along the ropes from corner post to corner post! He climbs a far lattice and is back on the platform!
Freddy Whoa: UNBELIEVABLE!
High kick by Teo! Caught! Dragon Screw by Marx, as Teo manages to lock both his legs around Marx's head mid rotation! Teo attempts to throw Marx off the platform, but Marx has the better vertical base and instead goes to hook in another power-bomb. As Marx reaches down, Teo goes for a kimura lock!
Freddy Who: Teo, out of his comfort zone now; desperate to try anything to stay in this match, TO JUST STAY ALIVE!
Marx clubs his way out of the hold; opening up a small gash above Teo's eye; Marx screams as he lifts Teo up from the floor of the platform, he has the Powerbomb locked in!
MARX THROWS TEO OFF THE PLATFORM!
BOTH MEN OVER!
Teo reaches out and grabs onto the steel lattice, swings and holds on as--
INTO THE TEO DEL SOL WOODEN TABLE BELOW!
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GAWD!
Kyle Steel: Winner, ANNNNNNNND STILL WCF People's Champion...TEO DEL SOL!
Teo lowers himself off the lattice as EMT'S scramble to Andrew Marx's side; thankfully the table has taken the brunt of the fall; but Marx still appears psychically shaken. Teo seems very concerned, asks the EMTs how Marx is, but they're pushed aside by Marx, who simply reaches down, picks up his now bent umbrella and points with the broken tip at Teo.
Andrew Marx: You will fall, Teo! I guarantee it!
Marx grumbles at his broken Umbrella, throws it aside as he winces, grabs hold of his bruised ribs and turns; leaving the ring area as Teo nods. Del Sol turns his attention back now to the ecstatic crowd that scream his name.
Crowd: TEO! TEO! TEO! TEO!
Freddy Whoa: What an absolutely hellacious match for Teo Del Sol and Andrew Marx! Del Sol proved to be every bit the Champion we've come to know and respect over these past historic months, while like him or hate him...Andrew Marx is here, and he's here to stay! GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY! This has been you're WEDNESDAY NIGHT!
WCF Wednesday Night fades out.