BLOCK A MATCH JASON O'NEAL VS WILLIAM THE BEHEMOTH RABID BEAR MATCH
#1 by Nelly hits and Jason O'Neal walks arrogantly walks to the ring.
Zach Davis: Stoic as always... even given this crazy stipulation!
Rock Out by Motorhead plays over the PA and Silva walks to the ramp and let's out a roar followed by some pyro. He then slowly walks to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: This man is practically a bear himself. A big, vicious bear.
Zach Davis: Uh, be careful with that description, unless there's something you want to tell us, Freddy.
The bear is lead out to the ring by WCF referee, Gary McChekovsgun. Gary is nervous around the bear which repeatedly tries to eat him.
Freddy Whoa: Luckily for the audience, we've installed unbreakable plastic shields. So they can see all the action but can't get attacked by the bear!
Gary gets the bear ringside and unleashes him before running away.
Zach Davis: Alright fans, referee Gary will live to ref another day and our match is on!
Both William and O'Neal move away from the bear and tie up.
Freddy Whoa: William gets the immediate upper hand and kicks O'Neal in the gut. He goes for a DDT but O'Neal jabs his way out of it.
O'Neal hits a series of kicks ending with a Spin Kick, knocking William back and towards the bear. William runs forward and takes O"Neal down with a Clothesline.
Zach Davis: Let's be honest, this one is over once the bear gets involved.
Freddy Whoa: By the way, is it REALLY rabid, or are we just saying that, or... ?
Zach Davis: I don't want to know.
William lifts O'Neal up and goes to throw him out of the ring but O'Neal holds onto the ropes and lands on the apron. William rushes O'Neal but O'Neal sticks his shoulder through the ropes and then executes a Sunset Flip into the pin.
Kickout from William.
Freddy Whoa: The bear is climbing into the ring!
Zach Davis: No, no, Freddy, it's just a bear. It can't figure it out. And I think it's too rabid to be able to think straight.
But it is clawing at the ring apron. William tries to ignore it as he runs to a faraway rope and then runs back, hitting O'Neal with a Running Senton. William gets up and runs to the ropes again, going for a second Senton but this time O'Neal rolls away. William hits the mat and O'Neal immediately gets to his feet and begins kicking him towards the ropes, looking to kick him out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: NO! Williams holds onto the ropes and stops him!
The bear begins heading over to the side of the ring where William is. This scares O'Neal away and William is able to roll away as well. Both men are to their feet and O'Neal runs at William; William lifts him up in a Military Press.
Zach Davis: This is what won William the Scaffold Match! Is he going to throw him into a real life bear!?
No, O'Neal has it scouted and lands behind William. O'Neal kicks him in the back of the knee, doubling him over. O'Neal switches around and then executes a Butterfly Suplex before floating over for the pin.
Kickout by William.
Freddy Whoa: I know I should be hoping for this match to end without a mauling, but I mean, that would be kinda disappointing, wouldn't it?
O'Neal immediately locks in an Ankle Lock. William begins crawling towards the ropes, hoping the referee forgets there aren't any rope breaks in a match like this. That said, he realizes he's crawling towards the rabid bear!
Zach Davis: HE'S GOT NOWHERE TO GO!
William is eventually able to use his size to turn himself over and kick O'Neal away. O'Neal is sent all the way across the ring and flails out of it.
Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES THE BEAR!
O'Neal gets to his feet and sees the bear coming before rolling back into the ring, just barely avoiding the lunge of the rabid beast. O'Neal is pelted with thick, foamy white saliva. He's grossed out and tries to wipe it off before William grabs him and knees him in the gut, hitting a Pumphandle Slam!
Zach Davis: Into the pin!
Freddy Whoa: If I was O'Neal, I'd just take the loss. Hell. I'd do that no matter who I was.
The bear is getting pissed because he was so close to a meal and claws at the ring more. He bites at it and tears away the entire side of the ring apron.
Zach Davis: Was it smart to make this match so early in our show?
Freddy Whoa: Staff is on hand to repair the ring, don't worry.
William lifts O'Neal up and throws him to a corner. O'Neal is able to hop up to the top and flies off with a Flying Crossbody! He takes William down. He climbs up the turnbuckle again as William gets up and hits a second Flying Crossbody! William gets up again and O'Neal measures him, he snaps off a vicious Superkick.
Zach Davis: THE SENSATION!
William goes down and O'Neal pins him.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
William gets back to his feet, the huge man having some energy reserve. O'Neal runs at him.
Zach Davis: LAGNIAPPE OUTTA NOWHERE!
NO! William is able to reverse it and throws O'Neal out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: HERE! COMES! THE! BEAR!
O'Neal AGAIN escapes back into the ring just before the bear can tear him limb from limb. William runs at him as he rolls in and hits another Running Senton. He then climbs to the second rope.
Zach Davis: FALLING CONTINENT! HE HITS IT!
William pins O'Neal!
NO!, NO! Another kickout!
Freddy Whoa: Even with the threat of a rabid bear, these guys are giving it their all!
The bear has fucking had enough and he finally figures out how to get into the ring. It tackles William down and begins chomping on his shoulder. O'Neal gets up and he doesn't know how to win the match if the bear eats his opponent so he kicks the bear in the head. The rabid bear tackles O'Neal down next and tries to bite his face off. O'Neal struggles against the bear but to no avail, it is able to chomp on his shoulder, making angry bear noises the entire time.
Zach Davis: DEAR GOD NO!
Freddy Whoa: SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!
Several WCF agents are on the scene and they shoot the bear with tranquilizer darts. Several of the darts miss and hit William and O'Neal.
Zach Davis: All three, uh, people?.. beings?... in the ring are asleep now. What the hell.
The ref calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: This one is a draw! Hot diggity damn.
Zach Davis: None of these men could beat the other before the bear attacked, and after that we did what we had to do!
Freddy Whoa: I commend the WCF officials and staff here for not letting two men die in the ring at the jaws of a bear.
Zach Davis: Both William and Jason will escape this match with one point each! And their lives.
Animal handlers take the rabid bear away as medics check on O'Neal and William.
BLOCK B MATCH FPV VS JAICE WILDS FANS BRING THE WEAPONS MATCH
The lights dim to a blood red, as glitchy electronic noises fill the arena. Many suspect that "Ghosts n' Stuff" is about to play...until instead they get a snippet of multiple songs. First "You Know My Name," then "Mountain Song," "Ghosts 'n Stuff, "The Scott Pilgrim Anthem," and finally "Professional Griefers." This snippets play seemingly at random until all sound stops, and the lights go off completely, until three words pop up on the titantron, in big white letters.
"FRANK PATRICK VENABLE"
The crowd explodes in applause as "True North" hits the P.A and Frank Patrick Venable finally makes his entrance, dressed in a dark red hoodie and wrestling tights, ready for a fight. He runs down to the ring at an almost inhumane speed, sliding into the ring from underneath the bottom rope. He panders to the always appreciative crowd before removing his hoodie and entering his corner, waiting for the bell.
"Side Of A Bullet" by Nickleback hits the speakers as the Mid-Card Masterpiece enters the arena!! There are cheers and whistles and applause and those dollar store noisemakers!! Jaice makes the most epic geberic entrance you have ever seen, and sonuva bitch, are people excited!! More cheers! More applause! More noisemakers! Jaice hugs people and high fives motherfuckers and gives the fans all the love they give him!! Then he's in the ring and peoplr are STILL going nuts! The ring announcer gets a fist bump!
Zach Davis: Here we go-
A few fans holding up a sign that reads "FPV SECTION" throw in a bunch of FPV action figures. WCF action figures are known for their sharp dangerous edges and FPV immediately takes this opportunity to run at Jaice, Clothesline him down, and then as Jaice gets up FPV Scoop Slams him into the action figures. Jaice yells out in pain. FPV points to another fan nearby wearing a Polar Phantasm shirt. The fan throws in a Polar Phantasm action figure - followed by an Iceberg-Seven themed playset with more sharp edges. FPV picks up the playset as Jaice gets to his feet and runs at him, jamming him in the face with it. Jaice goes down, FPV tosses it out of the ring and goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: This rowdy crowd getting things started right!
FPV rolls out of the ring and grabs a blowup doll wearing a shirt that says "Jayson Price's First Girlfriend." He ponders for a few moments how to use it as a weapon when he gets back into the ring. Jaice is up and goes for a Clothesline but FPV uses the doll as a shield. Jaice goes for several strikes and FPV repeatedly uses the sex doll for protection. Finally Jaice kicks the sex doll in the vagina. The doll inexplicably sells the low blow as if she has testicles and doubles over, deflating. FPV is shocked and this allows Jaice Wilds to hit a surprise Disaster Kick!
Zach Davis: Uh well okay.
Jaice goes for a quick pin.
Kickout from FPV!
Freddy Whoa: Both of these men have two points a piece. The only way to guarantee victory in your block is to go undefeated, so this is an important match to both of these men!
Jaice rolls out of the ring now and grabs a Gamecube from a nearby audience member.
Zach Davis: Times have changed, we're up to using a next gen of video game consoles for weapons. And quite frankly I'd say the Gamecube could be one of the thickest and most easily weaponized consoles of them all.
Jaice runs at FPV and clocks him in the head with it! FPV goes down. Jaice rolls out again and this time he gets an Xbox 360 from the crowd. He gets back in and he's about to run at FPV with it, but as he presses the on button, the Xbox displays the red ring of death, rendering it ineffective.
Freddy Whoa: Goddamn Xbox.
Jaice tosses it aside but FPV is up. FPV taunts Jaice and Jaice runs at him, FPV hits a Hip Toss. Jaice is back to his feet and FPV snaps off his patented Superkick!
FPV rolls out of the ring with Jaice subdued, he grabs a pack of legos from an audience member.
Zach Davis: Uh oh, we've seen this before. Legos are painful as fuck!
FPV slides back into the ring and instead of dumping the legos in the ring, he begins building something.
Freddy Whoa: What the...
FPV sets down a gray base. He finds several grey lego blocks to solidify the base, then makes the base just one blocks worth smaller, giving it a circular look. He then adds several single lego pieces to the center of what he's building, building the pieces straight up in a line.
Zach Davis: Oh shit. He just built a giant thumb tack made out of legos!
Jaice Wilds stumbles up, on dream street, and FPV eyes him feverishly. FPV spins him around and lifts him up for a bodyslam and bodyslams him onto the lego thumbtack!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
FPV quickly pins Jaice Wilds!!
Freddy Whoa: NO! NO! JAICE WILDS KICKS OUT!
The crowd gasps.
Zach Davis: HOW IN THE HELL!?
FPV goes back to the crowd and someone tries to hand him a blow up Logan doll with a comically small penis. FPV tosses it to the side and instead grabs a Minecraft sword.
Freddy Whoa: Is this show sponsored by Minecraft?
Zach Davis: Maybe after tonight!
FPV reenters the ring and swings his sword at Jaice but Jaice ducks it and hits a Pele Kick! The crowd boos as Jaice stomps away at FPV.
Freddy Whoa: Nothing wrong with what Jaice is doing here, but the crowd was enjoying FPV's escapades.
Jaice hits the ropes as FPV gets to his feet and executes a Zig Zag. He goes for a pin.
Zach Davis: Kickout!
Jaice leaves the ring and goes into the crowd for weapons now. He grabs a replica Master Sword.
Freddy Whoa: Now THIS is a video game weapon, Zach. Fuck Minecraft.
Jaice gets back into the ring and swings at FPV. FPV ducks away but gets slashed in the face, creating a steady stream of blood. FPV ducks away from another swing meant to decapitate him.
Zach Davis: Is anyone going to survive this tournament?
Jaice kicks FPV in the gut and climbs to the turnbuckle. He jumps off, trying to kill FPV Wind Waker style, but FPV has that scouted and sidesteps it. The Master Sword is thrust into the mat. Jaice tries to pull it out but FPV grapples him from behind and hits a Half Nelson SLam!
Freddy Whoa: FPV back in control!
FPV leaves the ring and instead of checking in with the ringside audience he goes into the crowd and sees what the guys in the cheap seats brought to the match. One of them seems to have a pack of expired meat. FPV runs to the ring, ripping the package open. He begins shoving it down Jaice Wild's throat. Jaice immediately starts coughing the smelly, rancid meat up.
Zach Davis: ...ughh ew..
Jaice Wilds flails away and gets back to his feet. FPV runs at him and Jaice executes a Back Bodydrop, sending FPV flying to the outside. Jaice Wilds runs at him and flies over with a TOPE CON JAICE WILDS!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell was that!?
Zach Davis: It was a TOPE CON JAICE WILDS, Freddy! You have eyes, you saw it, we don't need to describe it with words!
The Xtreme Aerliest gets to his feet. He grabs a beer bottle from a fan and smashes it over FPV's head.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think that was a weapon a fan brought, I think Jaice just stole his beer.
Next, he grabs a random mallet.
Crowd: DAKE KEN! DAKE KEN! DAKE KEN!
Jaice swings the mallet as FPV gets to his feet but FPV ducks it to avoid certain death. Jaice swings again and this time it connects!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Jaice Wilds rolls into the ring and begins climbing to the top.
Freddy Whoa: What in the hell does he have in mind?
Jaice glares at FPV as he reaches the top.
Zach Davis: He's all the way on the arena floor, don't do it...
Freddy Whoa: AERIAL ACE! HE HITS IT!
As FPV was stumbling up, Jaice hits the Corkscrew Senton into Leg Lariat!
Zach Davis: JAICE HAS IT!
He rolls FPV into the ring and goes for the pin!
Freddy Whoa: WWHHOOAA!!!
Zach Davis: It was an AMAZING move but he took too much time getting FPV back into the ring!
Jaice Wilds rolls out of the ring and is greeted with an audience member holding up a picture. We can't quite see what the picture is but Jaice grabs it and rolls back into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What is he doing?
We can see the picture has a splatter of blood on it. Jaice waits for FPV to get up and he shoves the picture in FPV's face.
Zach Davis: It's... I can kinda tell... It's a picture of two young boys. I think they're Frank and Vic Venable. They're just happily playing on a playground, but a trickle of blood is running down the photo.
FPV collapses, seemingly hit with an existential crisis, realizing that he was once a happy go lucky child with his brother Vic and now he's the kind of man that must injure and maim people for the amusement of the masses.
Freddy Whoa: Inflicting emotional pain is next level Deathmatch shit in my opinion!
Jaice Wilds takes several shots, punching FPV right in the head, but FPV no sells it. The existential dread has backfired and it has woken FPV up. Maybe he's fighting for his younger self?, who knows, but he's up and he's hitting Jaice Wilds with several rights and lefts! He sends him reeling! FPV hits the ropes and runs at Jaice but Jaice cuts him off with a Pele Kick!
Zach Davis: Jaice Wilds back in control!
Jaice goes to the outside and grabs a can of Coke from a fan. He then grabs some pop rocks.
Freddy Whoa: Do they even still make those?
He gets back into the ring and pours the pop rocks down FPV's throat before pouring the soda down his throat too.
Zach Davis: OH NO!
FPV holds his stomach in pain as the soda reacts with the pop rocks and creates explosions in his belly. Jaice Wilds goes to pin him but due to the belly explosions, FPV won't stay still, and keeps kicking out. FPV is blasted to his feet and Jaice Wilds runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: BOOM! HEADSHOT! HE HITS IT AGAIN!
Both men fall on top of one another. FPV is practically dead from his insides exploding.
Zach Davis: Wwhhaatt!?
Freddy Whoa: Our second draw of the evening!
The fans boo.
Zach Davis: Well that was wild.... Jaice Wilds, in fact.
Freddy Whoa: I don't totally understand everything we've just seen, but all I know is that both FPV and Jaice escape with one point each.
Zach Davis: Neither man escapes undefeated, so this is anyone's tournamnet!
Freddy Whoa: Mama mia, Zach. Mama mia. This was a spicy meataballa.
Some medics check with the competitors, other medics check with their WCF HR reps to see if they're getting paid overtime this week.
BLOCK A MATCH OBLIVION VS MATTHEW DRAKE BLOODBATH MATCH
The bell rings both men look fierce after first night defeats in two brutal matches.
Zach Davis: Drake and Oblivion both with 0 points look to put some points on the board with this on.
Freddy Whoa: I expect this to be a very physical and bloody match.
Drake walks straight up to Oblivion and nails him with a superkick. Drake stares intently at Oblivion thinking of ways to torture him. Drake goes to pick up Oblivion and is dropped with a right hand. Oblivion mounts Drake and unloads with rights trying to open him up.
Zach Davis: These men using heavy shots quick to draw first blood. To give themselves some confidence.
Oblivion goes outside the ring and grabs a lead pipe. He smashes Drake in the forehead three times each one more brutal then the last. Drakes head is red but no blood has come out. Oblivion throws the pipe in frustration and retreats back out of the ring for more weapons.
Zach Davis: If I was Oblivion I would've just kept swinging with the pipe.
As Oblivion grabs a chair Drake flies out of the ring for a suicide dive. Drake grabs the chair and smashes it into the back of Oblivions head with a ferocious shot.
Zach Davis: Both men are showing more ferocity in this match then we saw out of either in their hard fought matches last night.
Drake grabs the steel stairs and slides them into the ring and grabs thumbtacks and pours them on the stairs.
Freddy Whoa: I don't like the things that are going on in drakes head right now.
Oblivion comes out of nowhere to unload with a vicious clothesline in Drakes back. Oblivion pulls out brass knuckles from his boots and nails Drake multiple times in the forehead to draw blood. Drakes head is freely flowing and oblivion is laughing.
Zach Davis: There it is blood is out and in my expert opinion I give advantage to Oblivion he has taken full control.
Drake quickly trips Oblivion as his head hits the side of the steps. Drake sets his head right over the tacks and runs in the ropes to hit Lights Out. Blood is pouring from Oblivions head and him and Drake both bleeding start trading lefts and rights until both men drop.
Zach Davis: Oh my God! Drake out of nowhere with his patented Lights Out to swing the momentum.
Oblivion a jams a tack right into drakes forehead to bring out more blood. The ref looks ready to stop it but let's it continue.
Freddy Whoa: The ref looks very close to ending this match.
Drake rolls out of the ring and when Oblivion comes to follow he punches him and he stays in the ring. Drake reaches under the ring and pulled out barbed wire. Drake wraps the barbed wire around his knee looking as if he figured it out.
Zach Davis: I have no clue what's coming but I don't like the looks of it.
Drake slides back into the ring and as Oblivion reaches his feet Drake nails the Kingslayer.
Zach Davis: KINGSLAYER!!!!!
After the RKO, Oblivion sees the knee coming and is able to sidestep it at the last second. Both men turn to face each other and Oblivion throws a fireball at him out of nowhere!!
Freddy Whoa: Oh shit!
His skin is burnt but not bleeding. Oblivion starts stomping away at his body, however, and several small cuts soon appear on the charred skin. Oblivion adds the final nail to the coffin by lifting him up onto his shoulders then dropping him.
Zach Davis: 5150!!
His face crashes into the mat and as he looks up, blood begins to gush from his burns and open wounds. The ref calls for the bell and immediately calls for medical attention for both men.
Zach Davis: That's it thank God that was brutal and just hard to watch that was disgusting to see two men go to those lengths.
BLOCK B MATCH DAMIAN SIMMONS VS CROW MCMORRIS ZOMBIFICATION MATCH
The lights go out, the piano begins. The orchestra is added. Slowly builds, higher and higher until the metal starts. A lone spotlight shines onto the entranceway where Simmons walks out. No taunting or posing to the crowd, just a brisk walk to the ring. Once in the ring, Simmons throws his vest out of the ring and turns towards the entrance way, awaiting his opponent.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
A heart monitor flat-lines as the arena lights cut out. Metallica's "Here Comes Revenge" kicks in as a purple spotlight beams down to the stage, encircled by a rolling bank of dry ice.
Above this scene a montage of breakneck imagery appears; Kick! Wham! Cutter! The unworthy falling victim before the might of the Murder Machine. A Murder of Crows! A vicious Chokeslam! It's a glorious car crash of jobbers and victories as the Crow finally emerges in the center of the storm, his massive hooded form cutting a dark, brooding silhouette eclipsed by smoke and light.
Still masked in shadow, Crow adjusts his taped right hand, gaining depth and detail as he begins his focused procession down the steel ramp. We realize now that he's wearing a customized black hoodie over his fight gear. The words, "Murder Machine", are emblazoned across the back in purple.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot eight! Weighing in at two hundred and sixty four pounds! Back from the dead! He is...DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, CROW McMORHISSSS!
The spotlight follows a snarling and furious Crow at a hurried marching pace, his tall, muscular frame navigating around the squared circle as it billows more dry ice from beneath the ring. Crow's focused now, eager to dissect some poor hapless bastard within.
Eventually (after Crow is satisfied that his mind games are complete) he saunters over the top rope and enters the ring, removing his hoodie and throwing it at Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post and hits a sinister crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. Crow soaks up the adulation for a moment before waving his opponent on. After the pop, Crow leaps down and leans his back against the ring post, assuming a demeanor of nonchalance, tinged with cold, almost sociopathic menace.
Zach Davis: Well fans, we're being told that both Scarecrow and Damian have been infected with the WCF zombification virus backstage before the match began. Can you notice anything different about them, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: Not yet. But quite frankly, I can't believe I have to call this match. Hardcore matches and weapons are one thing... but now we're literally infecting people and messing with their brains? I just... what are we doing here, Zach? WHAT ARE WE DOING? Why are we playing God!?
Zach Davis: Let's just be glad Greenfever isn't here. Anyway!
Neither man quite knows how this virus is going to affect them, they circle each other and tie up. Damian Simmons gets the early advantage, he switches behind Crow and elbows him in the head. Rabid turns around, more annoyed than angry, and goes for a Short Arm Clothesline. Simmons ducks it and then kicks Crow in the gut. He goes for a Double Underhook DDT.
Freddy Whoa: And it connects!
Zach Davis: I'm surprised Seth didn't just add "you must decapitate the opponent to win" to the stipulations.
Freddy Whoa: Keep in mind, there are no pinfalls - you've gotta knock the opponent out. Decapitate him figuratively.
Simmons plays to the crowd a little bit after getting the best of WCF legend, Crow McMorris. McMorris gets up and he's definitely angry now, he rushes Simmons and starts clubbing him from behind. Simmons elbows him away. Crow rushes him again and Simmons switches behind him and hits a quick Dragon Suplex!
Zach Davis: SNAPDRAGON! Why does everyone in WCF keep using this move lately it seems?
Freddy Whoa: It's popular, and it is effective!
Simmons begins climbing to the top rope. He measures Crow once he's up there and then jumps off.
Zach Davis: LEG DROP!
Freddy Whoa: So far, Damian Simmons really has Crow McMorris' number!
But Crow isn't knocked out, not by a long shot. Simmons lifts him up but now Crow is furious. He starts hitting Simmons with several stiff punches right to the face, vicious, sloppy punches, his eyes starting to glaze over.
Zach Davis: I think this is the start of the virus taking hold. Crow isn't thinking straight, because he could be breaking his own hand with these punches!
Scarecrow follows up by regaining his senses enough to throw Simmons to the ropes and executing an Exploder Suplex on the way back. Crow shakes off the fog in his mind and starts stomping away at Simmons before lifting him up and kicking him in the gut. He DDTs him.
Freddy Whoa: You'll notice both men focusing on the head here. Wise move, considering the brain itself is already compromised.
Crow begins to lock in a submission hold, but stops, holding his head in pain, as something begins to take hold. Instead of locking in the submission, Crow goes on a vicious flurry of strikes. Simmons retreats into the corner and Crow gets down and begins choking the life out of him.
Zach Davis: There's nothing personal between these two, not really.. but you'd think Simmons murdered Crow's wife or something!
Crow gets up and starts stomping a mudhole in him, quick, sloppy strikes. Simmons rolls out of the ring and Crow runs to the ropes and without hesitation flies out with a Suicide Dive!
Freddy Whoa: So far, everyone is moving quick, but we know that is going to change soon....
NO!, Simmons sidesteps it! Crow crashes into the guardrail. Blood begins oozing from his head.
Zach Davis: MORE blood?
That sets Simmons off. He gets into Crow's face and literally takes a lick of the blood.
Freddy Whoa: Uh... ew..
Simmons responds by hitting several punches to Crow's face, busting him open more, sending specks of blood flying into the audience.
Zach Davis: Careful! Don't want to get the entire audience infected!
Simmons climbs onto the apron and slowly climbs up onto the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: He's going high risk now, but Crow may be knocked out....
Zach Davis: DAMIAN SIMMONS FLIES OFF THE TOP WITH A TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP! AIMED DIRECTLY AT CROW'S SKULL!
Freddy Whoa: Holy shit!
More blood splatters into the audience. The fans "eww!" and try to wipe their faces off.
Simmons roars to the referee to call the match, but Crow is still moving and the ref won't do it. Simmons lifts Crow up and Headbutts him, blood smearing over the both of them now. The headbutt wakes Crow up and Crow hits a vicious forearm before backing up a step and hitting a Brogue Kick.
Zach Davis: COMA KICK!
NO!, Simmons ducks it. The two men face each other and Simmons fires off a Clothesline, Rabid ducks it, he hits a quick Chokeslam!
Freddy Whoa: Crow has the upper hand here but as the match goes on, I fear he may lose his advantage. He's a "thinking man's wrestler" and without his full mental facilities... Who knows.
Crow yells at the ref now that he's won but the ref won't call it for him either. Crow gets into the ring and begins getting in the ref's face. The ref isn't having it - until Crow grabs him and takes a bite out of his cheek!
Zach Davis: WHAT THE FUCK!?
Crow spits it out and the referee immediately flees the scene, running backstage. This has seemingly halted the virus' affect on Crow, because he realizes.. oh shit, I just took a bite out of someone! This gives Simmons the advantage to tackle him down and start hitting him with strikes. Slow, sloppy strikes that get slower and sloppier.
Freddy Whoa: Another ref has entered the ring, but uh, I don't know if I advise that... Hell, I don't know if I feel safe here.
Simmons savagely rips off Crow's shirt and begins choking him with it, draining the breath from his lungs. Crow kicks his legs and begins clawing at Simmons' eyes to get out of it. Both men are up and Simmons takes a wild swing at Crow, clawing his nails across Crow's body and drawing more blood.
Zach Davis: If this was a Bloodbath match, Damian Simmons would have the win, Crow is a mess.
Crow screams an unearthly scream and tackles Simmons down and tries to bite his face off. Simmons grabs Crow by the throat in order to stop him, again beginning to choke him. Crow's body eventually goes limp and Simmons throws him to the side.
Freddy Whoa: Simmons wins!
Before the ref can check on Crow, Simmons goes right back on the attack, continuing to choke him and again licking his blood.
Zach Davis: Neither of these men are human at this point, not anymore...
Damian Simmons laughs like a madman as he punches the face of the unconscious Scarecrow, repeatedly, over and over, blood splattering everywhere.
Freddy Whoa: He's... he's going to punch his head into mush if someone doesn't stop him. Why isn't the ref calling for the bell?
Zach Davis: Scarecrow hasn't been still, the ref can't be SURE he's totally down for the count.
Damian Simmons soaks both of his hands in the blood of Scarecrow's chest and runs them down his own body as he stands up. The referee checks on Crow...
Freddy Whoa: Thank God, it's over-
Until Crow launches his body at Simmons, tackling him down once again and biting ravenously. Again, Simmons holds him away, but he can't for much longer.
Zach Davis: This isn't a man anymore, this isn't a wrestling match, this is someone's LIFE at stake! Come on!
Crow gets one good bite in, tearing a chunk of skin from Damian's forehead. Damian's own blood flows now. The inhuman act of tearing flesh with one's mouth wakes Scarecrow up enough to stop him from trying to eat Damian. He vaguely, in some small part of his brain, realizes he's in a wrestling match. The bloodied and battered Damian Simmons stumbles to his feet and Crow runs at him and hits his Brogue Kick.
Freddy Whoa: COMA KICK!
Both men collapse. Crow slowly starts working his way up but Simmons lays motionless.
Zach Davis: The ref is calling for the bell. Scarecrow wins it. Thank God, this is over.
Scarecrow begins laughing, blood running down his face; the blood of his opponent and the blood of himself. Almost immediately medical personal are on the scene, four men handcuff Crow while three handcuff the unconscious Simmons. Simmons wakes up and begins biting at anyone around him, as does Scarecrow. Scarecrow is able to bite a chunk of a security guard's neck before spitting it out into the crowd. A member of the audience gleefully picks it up and points to it while he's on camera. Someone nearby vomits.
Freddy Whoa: Let's... let's get these men the help they need, and uh.. go to commercial.. or something... What the fuck.
BLOCK B MATCH ANDRE AQUARIUS VS UDY SEA OF LIGHT MATCH
The bell rings and Aquarius and Udy circle the ring both eyeing the glass sea of light right outside the ring. Both men are wearing bruises from last nights brutal matches they both came up short in. The men finally make their way to the middle and lock up which no one can seem to get the upper hand in. Aquarius overpowers Udy and forces him to the corner and starts hitting him in the abdomen and head. Aquarius drags Udy from the corner and to the ropes he runs across the ring and before he hits a clothesline Udy ducks and it sends Aquarius over on the apron.
Zach Davis: Aquarius is hanging on for dear life as he knows the sea of light is right below him.
Udy runs to knock Aquarius off the apron but Aquarius counters it with a hard right hand. Aquarius climbs back into the ring and places Udy on the top turnbuckle. Aquarius climbs up to the top also and positions himself towards the outside of the ring. Aquarius lifts Udy up into a superplex and both men crash into the sea of glass outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Oh my god that is awful the pain in both men.
Freddy Whoa: I'm in shock that happened.
The two men's screams fill the arena along with the sound of glass shattering and the crowds screams. Both men sit up and the glass is driven deep into their skin, and blood is running down the men's backs. Udy manages to get to his feet first and he grabs a light tube and smashes it over Aquarius's head, the blood begins flowing down Aquarius's face as Udy throws him back into the ring. Udy takes his time rentering the ring as he slides light tubes in to cause more pain. Udy turns to taunt his success and when he climbs in a light tube cracks across the back of his head and his head begins bleeding also.
Zach Davis: both men not holding back at this point they are out for death.
Aquarius picks Udy up and throws him over the rope onto the apron on a side they haven't been to of the ring. Aquarius runs into the ropes and hits Udy with a shoulder block the crashes him through the light tubes on the ground. Aquarius quickly grabs him and pushes Udy back in the ring. Aquarius goes for a pin. ONE . . . TWO . . . Udy kicks out! The ring may is now Crimson. Aquarius places 12 light tubes on top of one another in the middle of the ring and drags Udy to his feet. And drags him to the corner Aquarius lifts Udy to the top of the turnbuckle and power bombs him onto the light tubes and crawls for the cover. ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE
Zach Davis: it's over Aquarius picks up the points.
Freddy whoa: I don't even wanna revisit that match at all.
BLOCK A MATCH WADE MOOR VS PSYCHOPOMP BARBED WIRE ROPES MATCH
Zach Davis: MORE VIOLENCE! MORE BLOODSHED! MORE KING OF THE DEATHMATcH!
Freddy Whoa: Easy, Zach. That’s all true, but let’s not get too worked up.
Zach Davis: These men are all risking life and limb for a shot at the King of All Wrestlers, Corey Black! THE HYPE IS REAL.
Freddy Whoa: The hype is indeed real, Zach. Up next we’ve got a former World Champ taking on a WCF fan favorite in a BARBED WIRE ROPES MATCH! NOW I’M YELLING! GREAT!
Zach Davis: IT’S THE KING OF THE DEATHMATCH! ALL YELLING ALL THE TIME!
The lights goes out and Bleed Well of H.I.M starts playing from the speakers. Beams of lights of different color starts going off to the rhythm of the guitar and Psychopomp jumps in the middle of the entrance. The lights turns back on back and he walks towards the ring. He carefully rolls under the barbed wire ropes when the lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back - and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 255 lbs….WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides his guitar in, and then slides in himself, careful to avoid the barbs and slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He removes his straw hat and hands his effects to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. He starts stretching out the ropes ashe awaits the start of the match.
Zach Davis: The referee calls for the bell and the two men charge each other, trying to control the center of the ring, as far away from the ropes as possible!
Freddy Whoa: They’re just firing off rights and lefts at each other at a breakneck pace! Neither man is giving an inch! Whoa! Kneelift from Psychopomp to the gut of Moor!
As soon as his opponent is doubled over, Pomp goes to irish whip the bigger man into the barbed wire but Moor reverses it and sends Pomp toward the barbs.
Zach Davis: Pomp right into the barbed wire! NO! He jumps OVER the top rope and to the floor below just to avoid the barbed wire! He’s safe for now!
Freddy Whoa: Not for long as here comes Moor! What’s he doing?! WHOA MAH GAWD! Suicide dive THROUGH the ropes and onto Psychopomp! But that barbed wire ripped and tore at Wade Moor’s flesh! He just about barrelled through Psycopomp but he’s streaked red from all his own blood after that move!
Moor pulls himself up to his feet with a smile and crimson trickles forming randomly across his face and body. Pomp gets up at the same time and nails Moor with an enziguri. Moor goes down to one knee and Pomp hits him with a second enziguri, taking him all the way down. Quick to act, Pomp drags Moor back up the steel stairs so both men are standing on the apron, nearly touching the barbed wire. Pomp swings a big right but it’s blocked by Moor who fires one back of his own, staggering Pomp. Pomp swings another right but has it blocked again and this time Moor hangs onto his opponent’s head and drags it across the top barbed wire.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Pomp’s flesh is being torn from his forehead!
Moor shows off Pomp’s face to the crowd as they boo and Pomp’s crimson mask sets in. Broseidon bellows out with laughter at the blood and the boos when sudden Psychopomp gets a burst of energy. Psychopomp grabs Moor by the head, runs to the turbuckle, springboards off the second rope, into the ring and--
Zach Davis: A springboard cutter onto the barbed wire! GOOD GOD! Psychopomp just pulled all his own and Wade Moor’s weight down across that top barbed wire rope...ON HIS NECK! Moor could be dead!
Moor is not dead. He is, however, writhing on the outside of the ring, bleeding rather profusely and concerningly from the neck. A few ringside doctors, rubber gloves on, step in to check on the neck wound.
Zach Davis: POSEDION PUNCH! AND ANOTHER! It looks like Moor isn’t going to be taking any medical attention!
He points at Psycho still in the ring as the men exchange blood-red smiles. As Moor steps between the ropes, Psychopomp rushes him with a running high knee to the skull.
Freddy Whoa: Stargazer! Moor’s skull was just smashed between that running knee and that unforgiving barbed wire!
Moor falls into the ring and Pomp falls on top of him for a cover.
Kickout from Moor! As Pomp can’t believe that he didn’t get the three count Moor has scooted himself over to the corner and sits himself up.
Freddy Whoa: No rest for the wicked, here comes Pomp after the seated Moor! NO! Moor is up and--THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND ONTO THE BARBED WIRE!
Wade Moor just flapjacked Pomp across the top barbed wire rope and with Pomp still caught there, he rushes over, grabs the middle rope and forces it up over the head of Pomp, choking his competitor with the barbed wire!
Zach Davis: NO! Psychopomp’s neck is stuck in between barbed wire ropes! Blood is pouring out of Pomp! And out of Wade’s hands where he’s clutching the ropes, adding pressure!
Freddy Whoa: Pomp is out! He’s out! The referee is calling for the bell! Wade Moor wins!
Moor falls backwards with a stumble, a smile, and a fresh coat of red all over his person. He lays on his back, chuckling as he runs his bloody hands down either side of his face. Meanwhile, ringside officials and doctors are getting Psychopomp out of the ropes and to some medical attention.
The WCF wrestlers have all cleared the arena, but the fans have still not been allowed to leave. Inside, they're getting restless.
Crowd: LET US OUT! LET US OUT!
The rowdy Philly crowd is angry, but little do they know, inside the arena stand two military personnel. One of them speaks into a walkie.
Military Man 1: That's right, sir. As far as we can tell, no one was infected. Yes, I know we shouldn't have sold the virus to a wrestling promoter - but these are innocents, and-
The second man grabs the radio.
Military Man 2: Are you listening to this bullshit? Did you watch the match? THEIR BLOOD FLEW INTO THE CROWD! Chunks of FLESH went into the crowd! We only gave Seth Lerch enough antidote for TWO men, not an entire arena! If even ONE of these fans escape into the public!? We've gotta eliminate the threat...... before it eliminates US.
A voice from the walkie answers back.
Voice: We can't risk it, you're right. This was a mistake. Burn it down. Burn it all down.
The first man sighs in disbelief as the second triumphantly nods at A FULL BLOWN TANK that was apparently off screen. The tank shoots an explosive into the 2300 Arena, blowing the entire historic building up.
No fans chant, no one makes a sound. No "YOU FUCKED UP!" or "SHE'S A CRACKWHORE!" Everyone is dead.
On a lonely, isolated road, the referee from the Zombification match has been attended to on the back of the WCF deathmatch tour bus. His wounds are getting dressed. He's talking to the medic.
Medic: This is a nasty wound, but I think you should heal just fine. I-
Just then, Seth Lerch barges into the tourbus, just as it screeches to a halt.
Seth Lerch: Hey, Gary, uh, we need to talk. Come with me.
Seth and Gary walk outside the bus, they begin walking towards a nearby trailer that is attached.
Gary: Is... Is that the rabid bear trailer?
Seth Lerch: It is, Gary. And I've got bad news. The bear is scared, Gary. It doesn't like the road. We need someone to watch it, to keep it company.
Gary: But... it's a rabid bear. And I've already had my flesh bitten off by a zombified wrestler tonight. Can't I get a break?
Seth Lerch: No, Gary. Not tonight.
Gary: Look, Seth, I called our union rep, and-
Seth smashes Gary's head into the trailer door before opening it up and quickly throwing Gary in. He closes and locks the door. We hear the sounds of a rabid bear mauling a referee to death. A referee with infected zombie blood. Seth runs to the front of the bus and yells "DRIVE, DRIVE, DRIVE!" to the man behind the wheel.
As the bus and rabid bear trailer zoom on down the highway, we continue to hear the sounds of the bear, which sound increasingly tortured, desperate.. and hungry.
Ultimate destroyer: i do hope we can keep spammers and the like out .......
May 19, 2019 16:37:41 GMT -5
Crow McMorris: maybe the site should be locked. Keep it safe.
May 22, 2019 9:00:51 GMT -5
Jayson Price: Pretty sure Black set it that nobody new can join. Or at least they can attempt to, but they can't do anything unless it's approved. Which essentially cuts off any guests.
May 23, 2019 19:21:19 GMT -5
The Risen: Shit, I had no idea WCF shut down. I was only here for a few months, but it was a fun few months. Hope y'all are doing well.
Jun 11, 2019 1:55:16 GMT -5