Post by Darkwing Wolf on Jul 3, 2018 7:03:22 GMT -5
The opening video package of The Sixth Dimension stars the show. “The Heretic Anthem” by Slipknot plays over clips of the Sixth Dimension stars, including Bernard Core, Biff Mustache, Caleb Ronan, Cliff of Doom, Dean Wolf, and Ded Memry. The last shot is of The Handler staring into the camera. The camera zooms in on his face and we cut to a live shot of the entire Sixth Dimension Arena. “The Heretic Anthem” still plays in the background. Purple tinged lighting fills the hexagon shaped venue. The set is very unique. There are six ramps, each one emanating from a different side of the arena but all leading down to the six sided ring in the middle. At the top of each ramp is a door, each one bearing the face of a separate competitor in the Sixth Dimension Tournament. The fans go crazy, yelling and screaming as pyro shoots from the top of each aisleway.
James Eastwood: Welcome, everyone, to The Sixth Dimension!
We get a shot of our play by play man, James Eastwood.
James Eastwood: Hello, everyone. I’m James Eastwood, and you are in for an experience like no other. Six men with six very different personalities will compete in a round robin tournament. The men with the two best records after all the matches have been completed will compete in the finals at WCF's Revenge pay-per-view in August. The winner will be awarded the Sixth Dimension Championship and the honor of being known as the greatest creation of the man who dreamed up these six competitors, The Handler! I’ll be calling the action throughout this tournament alongside by broadcast colleague, the legendary Alamo Franklin!
The camera pans out to show Alamo Franklin.
James Eastwood: How you doing, Alamo?
Alamo Franklin: I’m doin’ better than a fly on a piece of dung!
James Eastwood: Now, you were never a wrestler created by The Handler for the WCF, but you were a part of the promotion that The Handler made up as a child, All American Wrestling, or AAW for short.
Alamo Franklin: That’s right. I had classics against guys like “The Convict” Russell Downs and Super Homie.
James Eastwood: Nobody knows who any of those people are except you and The Handler, but everybody knows the six men that are in this tournament. The Handler has made them the masters of their own fates. Who will rise to the occasion? Who will falter? We’re going to begin to find out right now with the opening contest of this tournament!
The bell rings. Ring announcer Gordon Gould stands in the middle of the ring.
Gordon Gould: This is the opening contest in the Sixth Dimension Tournament, scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
“Some Nights” by fun plays.
Gordon Gould: Introducing first, from Centereach, NY, weighing in at 150 pounds, Caleb Ronan!
Caleb walks down his ramp not even acknowledging the crowd. He’s too busy paying attention to his iPhone. His ring attire includes a beanie, plaid button-down shirt, suspenders, skinny jeans, and chukka boots.
James Eastwood: Caleb Ronan first joined the WCF in order to chronicle his experiences as a professional wrestler in his blog, “On the Ropes,” hoping that it would lead to some kind of publishing deal. He had some success in his first few matches, but he faltered from there on in. I would say 95% of this crowd is booing Caleb, but there is a small contingent from the SUNY Cortland Social Justice Club sitting in the front row who are cheering on one of their own. SUNY Cortland, of course, is the alma mater of Caleb Ronan...and his opponent, Bernard Core...and Cliff of Doom...and Dean Wolf….
Alamo Franklin: Did The Handler go to SUNY Cortland?
James Eastwood: Yep.
Caleb walks over to the Social Justice Club. They all take crowd selfies of each other.
Alamo Franklin: They’re basically takin’ pictures of each other takin’ pictures of each other. I don’t understand this generation with their newfangled technology and all.
Caleb gets in the ring and stands in his corner, his face still buried in the iPhone.
“Wing Fortress Zone” by Masato Nakamura plays.
Gordon Gould: His opponent, representing the Core Institute and accompanied by Dean Wolf, from Albany, NY, weighing in at 225 pounds, Headmaster Bernard Core!
The crowd overwhemingly boos Bernard Core. He stands at the top of his ramp in his black robe with a towel around his neck. He looks at the crowd and shakes his head, disgusted at the rabble he sees. Dean Wolf stands behind him, dressed in a black vest and black tights with white trim. On his tights, the word “COMPLY” in old English font is written on one leg and the words “OR DIE” are written on the other.
James Eastwood: Bernard Core was at one time the commissioner of the New York State Education Department but left that position to spread his gospel of educational reform in the WCF. During that time, he recruited Wolf to be his dean of discipline and start his own private school, The Core Institute. He went undefeated until he met Mikey eXtreme in a 2 out of 3 falls All-American Weapons Match at WCF’s fifteenth anniversary show, a match that helped Core and eXtreme win co-Feud of the Year honors in 2016. He and Wolf left WCF shortly after and have been administering The Core Institute full time ever since. I should also mention that Core has an acclaimed amateur background, as he is a former NCAA wrestling champion in the heavyweight division.
Core and Wolf make their way down the ramp.
James Eastwood: I would say 100% of this crowd does not like Bernard Core, and with good reason. He spend a lot of his time in WCF insulting the intelligence of every crowd he was in front of, especially the people in your home state of Texas, Alamo.
Alamo Franklin: Oh, yeah? Well, all I know is that we don’t take kindly to pointy headed intellectuals callin’ us stupid and criticizin’ the way we raise our kids.
James Eastwood: Unfortunately, I don’t think he regrets any of it.
Core enters the ring and gives his robe and towel to Dean Wolf, who hands the items to the ring attendant. Core is wearing plain black trunks. Wolf heads to the outside.
The ref calls for the bell.
Core comes out of his corner in a wrestling stance but Caleb remains where he is, still scrolling through his phone. Core stands straight up and looks at Wolf. Wolf shrugs his shoulders. Core looks back at Caleb, walks over to him, grabs him, and tosses him with a belly to belly overhead suplex.
As soon as Caleb lands on the mat, he scrambles to try to find his phone, which flew out of his hand. He spots it, snatches it, and quickly crawls to the corner where he hands the phone off to the ring attendant.
Caleb Ronan: Please take care of it!
Alamo Franklin: God, he really loves that cell phone.
Caleb’s eye starts to twitch.
Alamo Franklin: What the hell’s with his eye?
James Eastwood: He’s always had a problem with that.
As Caleb continues to shout instructions to the ring attendant, Core grabs him from behind and throws him with a release German suplex. Caleb folds like an accordion and ends up on his stomach.
Alamo Franklin: This kid better get his head in the game or he won’t be long for this here tournament.
Core gets Caleb to his feet, hooks his arms, and tosses him with a double underhook suplex. He follows that up with a gutwrench suplex. And then a Million Dollar Dream suplex. And then a teardrop suplex. And then a delayed vertical suplex.
James Eastwood: Core is a master of the suplex, and with someone in Caleb Ronan who’s 150 pounds soaking wet, it’s pretty easy to toss him around.
Core looks to the crowd and shouts.
Bernard Core: That’s why I’m the best!
The crowd responds in the negative.
Meanwhile, Caleb is trying to crawl away from Core, reaching out to the Social Justice Club.
Caleb Ronan: SJC! Help me! I need a safe space!
The members of the SJC try to hop the guardrail to help their comrade, but Wolf runs over to their position. Just the sight of Wolf’s intimidating presence is enough to keep the young crusaders in their seats.
James Eastwood: You don’t need security when Wolf is at ringside.
Core grabs Caleb by his belt buckle and effortlessly lifts him to his feet. He grabs the hipster from behind and hits a high angle backdrop suplex.
James Eastwood: The Uniplex! Caleb landed right on his neck.
Core immediately gets up, drapes Caleb’s left leg over his shoulders, and kneels down on Caleb’s neck.
James Eastwood: A devastating and torturous Headmaster Lock, a Stretch Muffler with a knee on the neck for extra pain!
Caleb quickly taps. The ref calls for the bell and “Wing Fortress Zone” plays.
Gordon Gould: The winner of this contest, Headmaster Bernard Core!
The ref raises Core’s hand. Caleb crawls out of the ring and crawls towards the ring attendant, who hands him his iPhone. The Social Justice Club hops the guardrail to aid Caleb, but Sixth Dimension security drags them away. The members shout some words about their rights being violated as they’re carried away. With no one to help him, Caleb crawls up his ramp, stopping every few seconds to take a selfie.
James Eastwood: Excuse the pun, but Core’s victory was academic.
Alamo Franklin: Someone needs to knock some sense into Caleb Ronan. If he hadn’t have been so concerned about his cell phone, maybe he would have had a chance to win the match.
James Eastwood: Perhaps, but Bernard Core is technical and intellectual. I don’t think Caleb Ronan was any match for Bernard Core in the first place. Let’s take a look at the standings.
A graphic appears showing the standings of the tournament.
James Eastwood: With that victory, Bernard Core becomes the first man in the tournament to go up in the win column. We’ll see who joins him tonight. Wait, I think Bernard Core has something to say.
The camera cuts to the ring, where Bernard Core and Wolf are standing in the middle. Core has a microphone in his hand. The music stops playing.
Bernard Core: What you just saw in this ring right now is something that is going to happen throughout this entire tournament.
The crowd boos.
Bernard Core: I am the most gifted athlete by far in this tournament. I am the smartest man by far in this tournament. There is nobody, NOBODY, who can match my intellect and my wrestling ability.
The crowd boos.
Bernard Core: And that is why, by the end of this tournament, not only will I be the Sixth Dimension Champion, but I will officially be the greatest creation of The Handler.
The crowd does not agree.
Bernard Core: I already know that I am. This tournament is just a formality. My victory will simply legitimize my stature for all you morons in this arena tonight.
The boos grow more hateful.
Bernard Core: Now, I have something else that I must address. Last October, there was a XIII special, and my protege, Dean Wolf, and I, went to war in a Scaffold Match against the Stupid Stache Brothers, Biff and Buff Mustache.
The crowd cheers at the mention of the Super Stache Brothers.
Bernard Core: Now, not only did the Stache Brothers cheat to win that match by getting their family involved, but then I was further shamed by being held down while their disgusting whore of a mother, Ursula Mustache, put her vagina on my face!
The crowd cheers.
Alamo Franklin: Sounds like my type of gal!
James Eastwood: You don’t know what you’re saying right now.
Bernard Core: That vagina has been penetrated by I don’t know how many men in the last fifty years. I don’t know what diseases are on that woman’s private parts. Do you know that I had to a number of medical professionals for blood tests just to make sure that I didn’t contract some sexually transmitted disease?
The crowd cheers.
Bernard Core: Oh, I get it. When Harvey Weinstein gets accused of sexually assaulting some no-name actress, everybody gets offended, but when the whole television viewing audience sees Ursula Mustache forcibly putting her vagina on my face against my will, suddenly sexual assault is okay!
The crowd cheers some more.
Bernard Core: Well, you know what, I’m not much for hash tags, but I’ll declare #MeToo right now, because I haven’t gotten over it yet. I haven’t been able to shake that memory from my mind! I can still…
Core starts to dry heave. Wolf checks on him.
Bernard Core: ...I’m almost throwing up just speaking about it. I can still taste that woman on my mouth. That’s how scarred I am from that experience; and Biff, I hold you and your brother responsible, and since Buff isn’t in this tournament, you are going to have to pay the ultimate price for my embarrassment. You see, I can’t afford to be embarrassed. I am the headmaster of the most prestigious private school in the United States, The Core Institute.
Bernard Core: How can I be taken seriously as an educational leader in my school when I’m made to look like a fool by a bunch of mouth breathing, sub-human retards on national television?!
He turns and looks at Wolf.
Bernard Core: It’s a good thing that I have a dean of discipline to make sure that my students respect my authority. The measures that this man takes to ensure order in my institution are measures that are illegal in most prisons throughout the United States, let alone in all of our public schools.
Bernard Core: And if he takes those measures to ensure that my school runs the way that I want it, what do you think he’s going to do to ensure that I win this tournament?
He looks at the hard camera.
Bernard Core: What do you think he’s going to do next week when his first match is against you, Biff; because I swear to you, as God as my witness, he will destroy you.
He takes a few steps closer to the hard camera and talks a little bit lower but with the same force.
Bernard Core: That is, IF you make it to that match next week.
He drops the mic. “Wing Fortress Zone” plays while Core and Wolf leave the ring and head up Core’s ramp.
James Eastwood: What do you think he meant by that, Alamo?
Alamo Franklin: I think Bernard Core and Dean Wolf are fixin’ to do something real bad to Biff Mustache.
James Eastwood: Well, we will see Biff Mustache take on Cliff of Doom later on in this episode. Let’s hope that match actually takes place. We’ll be right back with a message from The Handler himself.
The show returns with a shot of the arena. “Show Me How to Live (T Ray Remix)” by Audioslave plays. The Handler enters the arena and comes down one of the ramps. He’s wearing his customary black hoodie and blue jeans. He has a bit of a pot belly and looks like he hasn’t shaved in a few days.
Gordon Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the creator of The Sixth Dimension, The Handler!
The crowd gives a polite applause.
James Eastwood: This is the man who is responsible for everything you will see during this program.
Alamo Franklin: I remember when he was just a little kid puttin’ me in a bloody cage match at Memorial Madness ‘96 for the North American Championship. Now look at him. The years have been a little rough on this fella.
James Eastwood: Well, we all let ourselves go a little bit in our older years.
Alamo Franklin: Speak for yourself, Eastwood! When I was his age, I was in peak physical shape. Hell, I reckon I could kick your ass right now and I’m almost twice your age!
James Eastwood: That’s all right, Alamo. Let’s go to the ring to hear from The Handler.
The Handler stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand.
The Handler: Before we continue with tonight’s action, I just wanted to say a few words. First, I wanted to say that this has really been a dream of mine. I’ve been making up wrestlers and wrestling promotions since I was a little kid. I remember being in my room with my notebook making up pay-per-view cards with all of the wrestlers that I dreamed up in my young mind. One of them has honored me with his presence at the play-by-play table for this tournament, the former All-American Wrestling North American and World Heavyweight Champion, Mr. Alamo Franklin. Alamo, thank you!
Alamo tips his cowboy hat to The Handler. The crowd stands up and gives Alamo a standing ovation. Alamo stands up and waves to the crowd out of respect.
Crowd: ALAMO! ALAMO! ALAMO! ALAMO!
The Hander: I also want to thank Seth Lerch…
The crowd boos.
The Handler: No, no. Don’t boo him, don’t boo him. I know he's not the owner of the WCF anymore, but none of this would have been possible without him. He gave me the opportunity to redeem myself by giving my creations a second chance to become what they always should have been. He also gave me the go-ahead to do this in front of a global audience here on the WCF Network, and for that, I have to thank him. Thank you, Seth.
A few polite cheers from the crowd can be heard.
The Handler: Thirdly, I need to thank the men that are in this tournament. I did these guys wrong by cutting their careers short before they could reach their full potential and they’re putting their trust in me again by participating in this tournament. Biff, Wolf, Bernard, Ded, Cliff, and even you, Caleb, thank you.
The crowd applauds this sentiment.
The Handler: And, of course, I have to thank all of you.
The crowd applauds itself.
The Handler: No wrestling show can ever be successful without an audience, and by being here tonight, and by watching on the WCF Network, you people are helping this tournament get off to a great start!
The crowd keeps cheering.
The Handler: And we promise to give you the best wrestling action week in and week out, and for your commitment, we definitely and most assuredly say “Thank you!”
The crowd gives itself a standing ovation.
Crowd: WE ARE AWESOME :clap, clap, clap-clap-clap: WE ARE AWESOME :clap, clap, clap-clap-clap:
Alamo Franklin: Are they sayin’ “We are awesome?”
James Eastwood: Yeah. That’s what the crowds do today.
Alamo Franklin: Well, I’ll be. The crowds used to cheer the men in the ring. Now they’re cheerin’ themselves just for bein’ here? What kind of backwards-ass shit is this?
James Eastwood: Alamo, I think you’re going to be confused by a lot of things in the wrestling business today. I find it best to just go with it.
The Handler: So, enjoy the rest of the tournament and…
“Dead Memories” by Slipknot plays. The arena goes dark with just some flashing white lights. Entering the arena and coming down his ramp is Ded Memry, wearing his white face mask and blue jumpsuit.
James Eastwood: We weren’t expecting Ded Memry until next week’s show. What’s this all about?
Ded gets into the ring and is handed a mic by Gordon Gould. The music stops and he begins to speak.
Ded Memry: I’m sorry to interrupt you, Handler, but since you’re out here, I wanted to get something out of the way before we continued any longer in this tournament. I didn’t really have much a run in the WCF. You had me wrestle one match against Red Trunks and then discontinued me. I thought I was so insignificant to your little wrestling universe that when you told me that you wanted me in this tournament, I frankly was shocked.
James Eastwood: He is speaking the truth. When he entered this past War, a lot of people didn’t even remember who he was.
Ded Memry: However, it doesn’t change the fact that out of all the characters you created, I am your least fully formed. You’ve got your educational reformers in Wolf and Bernard, your everyman in Cliff, your wannabe ladies’ man in Biff, and your millennial hipster in Caleb. But for me, you didn’t give me my own identity. You just put a mask on me and said “you’ve got dissociative personality disorder” and that’s all I know about myself.
The Handler starts looking uncomfortable. He looks around the arena as if he’s trying to find a way out of the situation. Ded points at his mask. His tone becomes more aggressive.
Ded Memry: I know I have a face under this mask. I know I have an identity, but you never kept me around long enough to find out what it is.
He lowers his voice.
Ded Memry: But now...you’ve given me control of my own destiny, which means…
Now, his voice grows louder again with every word. He moves in closer on The Handler until he’s right up in his face.
Ded Memry: ...that right now, I can rip this mask off and show myself and the world JUST EXACTLY WHO I AM!
Some of the crowd gasp while others endorse this action with applause. Ded backs off The Handler and starts speaking normally again.
Ded Memry: But I’m not going to do that.
Some of the people who were applauding now give a few brief boos.
Ded Memry: You’ve given me a second life, and to show my respect and appreciation, I’m going to keep this mask on throughout this tournament. This mask is what you envisioned for me, so I’m going to go along with your vision.
Some applause from the crowd.
Ded Memry: BUT...I am going to win this tournament. The most insignificant of your creations is going to become the GREATEST of your creations. And when I achieve that distinction and become the Sixth Dimension Champion, I won't owe you or anybody else anything. I'll be the man on top. I'll be the one everybody caters to. When I become the Sixth Dimension Champion, I don’t want people to associate my championship reign with this mask. I want them to associate it with whatever face is under this mask, with whoever I truly am.
The crowd claps.
Ded Memry: What I’m trying to say is that when this tournament is all said and done and I’m the only one left standing...
He points at the mask again.
Ded Memry: THIS MASK IS COMING OFF!
Now, the entire crowd explodes in applause. The Handler lifts his microphone to speak. The crowd comes to a hush to hear what he has to say.
The Handler: Ded...I respect whatever decision you think you need to make and I wish you luck throughout this tournament.
He extends his hand.
The Handler: I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.
Ded stares at The Handler for a few seconds before accepting the hand shake. The crowd applauds the show of goodwill between the two men. “Dead Memories” plays.
James Eastwood: Well, for a second there, I didn’t know what we were going to see but it just looks like these two men are showing their mutual admiration for each other. We’ll be right back with our main event of the evening, Biff Mustache vs. Cliff of Doom!
The show comes back from commercial with a shot of the crowd.
James Eastwood: Welcome back to the Sixth Dimension. We’re going to take you to our broadcast colleague, Sylvia Evergreen, who’s with Biff Mustache.
Sylvia Evergreen appears on camera with Biff Mustache, who’s trying to make some sexy faces at the camera.
Sylvia Evergreen: Thanks, James. Biff, you heard Bernard Core say earlier tonight that next week, Dean Wolf is going to “destroy” you and then seemed to threaten that you might not make it to next week. Is this going to distract from your match against Cliff of Doom tonight? Are you worried that the Core Institute may attack you?
Biff Mustache: Worried? Babe, I’m about as cool as the splooge that I donated to the sperm bank last week that’s sittin’ in a lab somewhere just waitin’ for some lucky lady to get injected with Biff Juice. You never know, it might be you!
Sylvia Evergreen just stares blankly and unimpressed at Biff.
Sylvia Evergreen: Soooo, I take it you’re not worried.
Biff Mustache: The Biffster never worries. Hell, half the time, The Biffster doesn’t even think, unless it’s about sex; and the stakes are so high in this tournament that not even sex can distract me. Now as far as my match with Cliff of Poon is concerned, he’s a great competitor, but he’s not a former UTI Gang Bang Champion like myself.
Sylvia Evergreen stares at the camera.
Sylvia Evergreen: For those of you trying to follow along at home, he’s referring to the UCI Tag Team Championship.
Biff Mustache: Yeah, that too. Anyway, I’m the only guy in this tournament who The Handler kept around long enough to actually win a championship; so to say that I’m worried about anything in this tournament is about as wrong as you not letting The Biffster take you out tonight after the show. Whaddya say?
Sylvia Evergreen stares at Biff blankly again before walking off camera. Biff keeps staring at her as she walks away.
Biff Mustache: Alright! Pick you up at 8. Oh yeah!
The show cuts back to James Eastwood and Alamo Franklin.
Alamo Franklin: I’ll tell you what, I like that kid! If he were around in my day, he and I would be drinkin’ beers back at the bar after the show. His mom’s the one that put her snatch on Bernard Core’s face, right?
James Eastwood: Alamo, please. Keep it professional until we’re off the air. Let’s go to Gordon Gould.
“Da Ya Think I’m Sexy” by Rod Stewart begins to play. The bell rings.
Gordon Gould: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Mustache Manor, weighing in at 220 pounds, Biff Mustache!
Biff comes strutting down his ramp in a yellow banana hammock.
Alamo Franklin: Now what in the hell kind of tights are those?
James Eastwood: I told you there’d be a lot of things to be confused about.
Biff gets in the ring and poses on the second rope.
James Eastwood: Biff is a second generation wrestler. His father is Ernesto Mustache, better known to wrestling fans as the legendary Roid Rogers.
Old footage of Roid Rogers dropping the big leg on the Titanium Shah plays briefly on the screen.
James Eastwood: Biff spent a few weeks in WCF, but he found his real success in United Championship Infinite, where he won the Crow Cup in his second match and captured UCI’s Tag Team Title along with his brother, Buff. He was due to fight Kevin Bishop for the UCI World Title, but an unfortunate injury to his...um...member left him unable to compete.
Alamo Franklin: You mean he injured his pecker? How the hell’d he do that?
James Eastwood: There are just some things I can’t explain, Alamo.
The arena goes dark. Metallica’s James Hetfield finger picks over the sound of strings and wind instruments to begin “No Leaf Clover”. When the rest of the band kicks in, a spotlight shines on Cliff of Doom, who is at the top of his ramp posing with his arms stretched, fists clenched, and his head thrown back while he lets out a yell. He’s wearing his customary black tights with silver trim. His vest follows the same color scheme.
Gordon Gould: His opponent, from Selden, NY, weighing in at 218 pounds, Cliff of Doom!
James Eastwood: Cliff is proof that it’s never too late to try and achieve your dreams. At the age of 31, he was working as a school teacher when he pursued a career in professional wrestling. He made it to the WCF less than a year after his first professional match. He was impressive during his short time in WCF, which included a top five finish in War XV. However, his personal life was less successful. He was fired from his teaching job for putting a student in a front face lock while trying to break up a fight and had to work at CVS because he wasn’t getting paid a living wage by Seth Lerch. He left WCF the night before he was to compete in a TLC match for the WCF Tag Titles. He hasn’t gone public with the reasons why, but that doesn’t matter now that he’s in the Sixth Dimension.
Cliff walks down to the ring. At the end of the first verse, the song cuts to the guitar solo, by which point Cliff climbs on to the second rope and repeats the same pose from before.
James Eastwood: I think this is going to be a very evenly matched showdown. Both wrestlers have very similar, high flying styles. Both have dangerous kicks that can neutralize any opponent. Even their finishing moves are similar; Cliff with his jumping sit-out tombstone he calls the Doomstone and Biff with the Pleasure Center, his version of the Emerald Flowsion. Both moves focus on attacking the head and neck of the opponent.
Alamo Franklin: And their names rhyme, too!
There’s a pause in the commentary.
James Eastwood: Spot-on analysis, Alamo.
The crowd goes back and forth with dueling chants of “Let’s-go-Mus-tache” and “Let’s-go-Cliff.”
James Eastwood: The crowd is divided between these two men.
The ref calls for the bell to begin the match.
Biff and Cliff enter a collar and elbow tie up. Cliff traps Biff in a headlock. Biff sends Cliff off the ropes. Biff goes down to the mat and Cliff skips over him and comes off the opposite ropes. Biff turns his body so that the top of his head is facing Cliff. He gets his legs up and sends Cliff flipping forward but Cliff lands on his feet. Biff quickly gets to his feet and charges with a clothesline but Cliff ducks it, continuing to run towards the ropes, executing a handspring back elbow.
James Eastwood: Quick paced action to begin this match.
Cliff gets Biff to his feet and snaps Biff to the mat with a fisherman neckbreaker. He goes for the cover.
Biff kicks out.
Cliff quickly gets Biff in a chinlock. Biff gets to his feet. Cliff transitions to a headlock. Biff sends Cliff off the ropes again. This time Biff hits a shoulder tackle. Biff comes off the ropes but now Cliff gets his feet up and sends Biff flying through the air with a front flip. However, Biff also lands on his feet. Cliff charges with a clothesline. Biff ducks it, runs towards the ropes, and knocks Cliff right in the face with a springboard roundhouse kick. Biff covers.
Cliff kicks out.
James Eastwood: This is the first time these two are facing each other but they’re wrestling like this is their 100th match. They seem to know each other so well.
Alamo Franklin: That’s like me and Steamroller Jones. We wrestled each other so many times that I could have fought him with a blindfold on.
Biff gets Cliff to his feet and punches him into the corner. He Irish whips Cliff into the opposite corner and charges but Cliff dodges the attack and schoolboys Biff.
Biff kicks out.
Biff immediately recovers and drives Cliff into the corner with his shoulder followed up by a corner enzuigiri. Cliff collapses and falls out of the ring.
James Eastwood: There’s one of those lethal kicks I was talking about.
When Cliff gets to his feet, Biff dives out of the ring with a springboard tope con hilo.
Biff poses for the crowd once he gets to his feet to cheers.
Alamo Franklin: This kid really loves to show himself off.
James Eastwood: A little too much, which is why he cannot be within 100 feet of a school.
Biff Irish whips Cliff into the ring steps. Cliff holds his neck after the impact.
Biff throws Cliff back into the ring. Biff follows and drapes Cliff over the second rope. He charges and comes off the opposite ropes and jumps on Cliff with a leaping body guillotine. He starts showboating by bouncing up and down Cliff’s neck to the delight of his fans.
James Eastwood: He’s really focusing on that neck, trying to weaken it so The Pleasure Center has maximum effect.
Alamo Franklin: He’s humping the man’s neck! If he’d done that to me, I’d be stickin’ a cattle prod up his ass!
James Eastwood: Umm, he’d probably like it.
Biff gets Cliff off the ropes and sends him down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. He covers.
Biff chops Cliff into the corner. He Irish whips Cliff but Cliff grabs the top rope and jumps with his legs straight out, but before he can push himself out of the corner, Biff grabs the legs and tries to pull. Cliff holds on to the top rope and after a brief struggle, escapes. He turns only to be met with a standing dropkick by Biff. He falls backwards over the top rope and out to the floor.
James Eastwood: Cliff out to the floor again!
Biff goes for another dive, this time a suicide dive through the ropes. Cliff has it well scouted and moves out of the way, causing Biff to collide with the guardrail.
James Eastwood: Too many times to the well for Biff.
Cliff gets back in the ring, runs off the ropes, and soars through the air with a suicide somersault senton.
James Eastwood: CLIFF DIVE!
The move connects perfectly. The crowd pops. Cliff gets right to his feet and wastes no time going right on the offensive.
James Eastwood: No showboating from Cliff!
He rolls Biff back into the ring but then pulls Biff’s head and chest under the top rope. Cliff climbs onto the apron and springboards off the second rope, crashing down onto Biff with a leg drop. The rest of Biff’s body follows his head and chest as he collapses to the outside floor.
James Eastwood: What a devastating leg drop!
Cliff rolls Biff into the ring and goes for a cover.
Biff kicks out. Cliff lifts him up and hits a vertical suplex. He sits Biff up and connects with a basement dropkick to the back of Biff’s head. He covers.
Cliff sends Biff off the ropes but Biff reverses and hits a high knee. Biff follows it up with an elbow drop but misses. As he goes to get up, Cliff drives Biff’s face to the mat with a Famouser. He covers.
Cliff signals that he’s going for his finisher to the delight of his fans.
James Eastwood: I think he’s going for the Doomstone!
Cliff scoops Biff up but Biff escapes. He tries a pin with an O’Connor roll.
Cliff pushes Biff off. He gets to his feet and charges his opponent but Biff sends Cliff over the top rope. However, Cliff lands with his feet on the apron. When Biff turns around, Cliff springboards off the top rope but is met in mid-air with a Codebreaker.
James Eastwood: My god! Biff Mustache caught Cliff in mid-air and just absolutely destroyed his face with that Codebreaker! That’s gotta be it!
Biff swivels his hips.
James Eastwood: I think he’s going to go for The Pleasure Center!
Alamo Franklin: He better hurry up and hit it and stop with all that dancin’!
Biff scoops up Cliff but Cliff escapes, pushing Biff into the corner. He charges but Biff escapes. Cliff grabs the top rope and tries to push himself out of the corner again but Biff catches him. This time, hits an Alabama Slam. Cliff grabs the back of his head.
James Eastwood: Biff slammed him down hard that time.
Cliff kicks out. Biff scoops Cliff up again to try The Pleasure Center for a second time but Cliff escapes. Biff turns around and eats a super kick. He collapses to the mat.
Cliff goes to the apron and hits a picture perfect springboard 450 splash. He covers.
James Eastwood: Another kick out! How much more can these men take?
The fans are on their feet now cheering the action.
Cliff picks Biff up in a vertical suplex but Biff lands on his feet and sends Cliff down with a hangman’s neckbreaker. Biff takes a second to recover before climbing the ropes. Cliff slowly gets to his feet while Biff climbs. When he turns around, Biff comes off the top rope and attempts a front missile dropkick, but Cliff catches Biff’s legs and tries to cross them.
James Eastwood: He’s going for that Texas Cloverleaf he calls the No Leaf Clover!
Biff fights the move and his able to push Cliff down to the mat with his legs. Cliff somersaults backwards and gets to his feet. Biff sits up but is immediately met with a basement dropkick, followed immediately by a double stomp, which is followed up instantaneously with a senton splash.
James Eastwood: A quick succession of moves by Cliff of Doom.
Cliff signals for the Doomstone again.
Alamo Franklin: I don’t know about this. I’d have gone for the cover. He already had him down.
He scoops up Biff but again, Biff escapes and pushes Cliff into the corner. Instead of pushing off the top rope, Cliff runs up the turnbuckles and back flips off the top while Biff charges. Cliff lands on his feet while Biff stops himself from crashing into the corner by getting his foot onto the second turnbuckle. He turns around and eats a single front leg dropkick from Cliff, which sends Biff back into the corner. Cliff gets to his feet, backs up a few feet, and charges; but Biff gets his foot up and connects with Cliff’s face. The impact turns Cliff 180°.
Alamo Franklin: Look what that got him. Should have gone for the cover.
Biff grabs grabs Cliff’s hair and climbs up to the second rope. He gets on Cliff’s shoulders and attempts a victory roll, but midway through the roll, Cliff catches Biff and gets both arms around his body. The crowd gets loud as they know what’s about to happen.
James Eastwood: No way!
Cliff jumps in the air and hits his jumping sit-out tombstone.
James Eastwood: DOOMSTONE! I can’t believe he countered a victory roll with that move! Ingenious!
Alamo Franklin: Well I’ll be!
Cliff hooks Biff’s leg and covers. The crowd counts along with the ref.
The bell rings.
Gordon Gould: The winner of this contest, Cliff of Doom!
“No Leaf Clover” plays.
James Eastwood: What a contest that was! Non-stop action that ended with one of the best counters I’ve ever seen!
Cliff poses on the ropes in celebration. The fans give a standing ovation to both men.
Alamo Franklin: I’ll give Cliff credit, that was one hell of a way to win a match.
The standings graphic pops up on the screen.
James Eastwood: With that victory, Cliff of Doom enters the win column while Biff Mustache enters the loss column. However, this tournament just started and we’ve got plenty of more matches to go throughout this tournament.
We go back to a shot of the ring and see Biff get back to his feet, holding his neck. Cliff turns around to see Biff standing across from him. The music stops.
James Eastwood: What’s happening here?
They stare at each other for a second before Biff extends his hand. Cliff shakes it without hesitation and even pulls Biff in for a hug. Cliff raises Biff’s arm and encourage the fans to applaud Biff’s effort, which they do. Cliff continues to clap as he leaves the ring. His music plays again as he heads up his ramp.
James Eastwood: A great show of sportsmanship by two fantastic wrestlers.. That’s really what competition should be abou--- hey, what the hell is this?!
Bernard Core and Dean Wolf enter the ring out of nowhere and start pulverizing Biff Mustache, knocking him to the mat and stomping on him.
Alamo Franklin: They warned him!
Cliff turns around and sees the commotion going on in the ring. He immediately runs down to save Biff. The crowd cheers.
James Eastwood: Here comes Cliff!
Cliff slides into the ring and quickly gets to his feet. Dean Wolf charges at him but Cliff throws him through the ropes to the outside. Bernard Core attempts a clothesline but Cliff ducks, turns around, and superkicks Bernard Core. Core falls to the mat and Wolf pulls him out of the ring. Bernard Core holds his chin in pain. He and Wolf make their way up his ramp as they stare at Cliff.
Dean Wolf: That was a big mistake, Cliff! A big mistake!
Cliff stands in the ring motioning for the Core Institute to come back in the ring and get some more. The Core Institute head back through the curtain and Cliff checks on Biff. He helps Biff get to his feet and the crowd claps. “No Leaf Clover” starts playing.
James Eastwood: Well, that was an unexpected way to end the show. I think this issue between the Core Institute and Biff Mustache is far from over, and now Cliff of Doom seems to be involved.
Alamo Franklin: Cliff of Doom better be careful. He isn’t in this tournament to make friends. He’s in it to win it, and if he gets mixed up in Biff’s problems, that’s gonna take his eye off the prize.
James Eastwood: We’ll see where this leads as the weeks go on here in The Sixth Dimension. For Alamo Franklin and Sylvia Evergreen, I’m James Eastwood. Goodnight, everybody! See you next week!
The show goes off the air as we see Cliff help Biff up one of the ramps.