Post by Dean Wolf on Jul 10, 2018 16:44:30 GMT -5
The title sequence of the show plays and we cut to a shot of the Sixth Dimension Arena. Pyro goes off one by one from each entrance ramp. The cameras pan the audience. Some fans are cheering, some are screaming into the camera, some are holding signs for their favorite Sixth Dimension wrestlers, and some are doing all three. “The Heretic Anthem” by Slipknot plays throughout this introduction.
James Eastwood: Last week, four men began their quest to become the Sixth Dimension Champion. Tonight, the last two men of this tournament join them!
We cut to an image of James Eastwood and Alamo Franklin sitting ringside at the broadcast table.
James Eastwood: Hello, everybody! I’m James Eastwood and alongside me is my broadcast colleague, the legendary Alamo Franklin! Alamo, last week we saw Bernard Core make short work of Caleb Ronan and then we saw an absolute thriller with Cliff of Doom and Biff Mustache! What do you expect this week?
Alamo Franklin: After last week, I don’t know what to expect, but I will say this: I just want to see a good fight!
James Eastwood: Well, I think you’ll get what you’re asking for because the two men debuting in this tournament tonight are not what you’d call “finesse” wrestlers. Ded Memry is going to take on Caleb Ronan and Dean Wolf is looking to do Bernard Core’s bidding as he goes up against Biff Mustache; and speaking of The Core Institute, they’re going to head to the ring right now where they’ll be interviewed by Sylvia Evergreen. Take it away, Sylvia!
Sylvia Evergreen is standing in the middle of the six-sided ring.
Sylvia Evergreen: Thanks, James. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Headmaster Bernard Core and Dean Wolf: The Core Institute!
“Wing Fortress Zone” by Masato Nakamura plays. The Core Institute steps out onto Bernard Core’s ramp. He’s wearing a gray suit with a white shirt and red tie. Wolf is dressed in his wrestling gear. They survey the crowd as they’re splashed with boos from the rabidly hateful fans. Wolf wears the usual sneer on his face while Core’s countenance cleary tells the people that he’s better than them. They walk on down to the ring coolly, Wolf behind Core. They enter the ring and approach Evergreen. The music stops. The crowd continues to boo.
Sylvia Evergreen: Bernard Core…
Bernard Core: Young lady…
The interruption is so abrupt that only half of the word “young” is heard over the microphone.
Bernard Core:...I know your parents probably shelled out at lot of money so that you could get your Associate’s Degree in communications from some rinky-dink community college around the corner from the house where you grew up…
The crowd disapproves of his insult.
Bernard Core:...but I’m perfectly capable of holding my own microphone, so if you wouldn’t mind excusing yourself from this ring and letting me conduct the business that I came here to conduct, I would appreciate it.
She looks at him befuddled. He motions for her to step out of the ring with faux politeness. She hands him the mic, and walks away, shaking her head and tightening her lips to try and contain her anger. She walks quickly out of the ring and up one of the ramps, not even looking back at the ring.
The crowd tells Bernard Core what it thinks of him.
Crowd: ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE! ASS-HOLE!
Bernard Core: Thank you for identifying yourselves.
A wave of boos fills the arena.
Bernard Core: Now, onto the reason why I’m out here. If there’s one thing that an educational leader like myself knows, it’s that when you say that you are going to do something, you have to follow through on it. Last week, I implied that The Core Institute was going to beat Biff Mustache within an inch of his life. Dean Wolf and I were in the middle of fulfilling that promise that we made when Cliff McManus, known to you people as Cliff of Doom…
Cheers from the crowd at the mention of Cliff.
Bernard Core:...decided to come back into the ring and involve himself in our business.
The crowd applauds.
Bernard Core: I think I’ve made it pretty clear by now that I can’t afford to look foolish. If the students of The Core Institute see that I can’t enforce my consequences then they’re not going to take me seriously, and that’s going to make the management of my school that much harder.
James Eastwood: I take him seriously as a wrestler, but not so much as an “educational leader.”
Bernard Core: Cliff, I don’t like to look like a fool, and when I am made to look like a fool, I have to mitigate the damage. Dean Wolf was looking to rectify the situation immediately. After you attacked us, he was ready to come into the locker room and tear you to pieces. I can’t say that I blame him. He has a reputation to uphold in my school as well. As the Dean of Discipline, he can’t be caught getting hit with a cheap shot for all our students to see. Next thing you know, they’ll be in the hallways trying to jump him!
Wolf looks at Bernard Core confused.
Bernard Core: Of course, they’d fail in the attempt, Dean Wolf.
Wolf nods his head in agreement and Core pats him on the shoulder.
James Eastwood: Cheap shot? Dean Wolf charged Cliff! He knew exactly what was happening!
Bernard Core: Now, as much as I would have loved to have seen Dean Wolf do what he does best, I told Dean Wolf to refrain from doing so. You see, I don’t believe in acting rashly. I don’t believe in making decisions while your hot and enraged. I’ve thought about the situation for the past week; and whereas Dean Wolf is a man of force, I am a man of diplomacy.
James Eastwood: Right. He’s a man of diplomacy as much as you were a man of diplomacy in your day and age, Alamo.
Alamo Franklin: Hell, I can’t even spell diplomacy.
Bernard Core: So what I’d like right now, Cliff, is for you to come out here and allow me to be diplomatic with you.
Core and Wolf wait in the ring. A few seconds pass by before “No Leaf Clover” by Metallica plays. The fans cheer as Cliff appears and walks down his ramp in a black T-shirt and blue jeans. He grabs a mic from the ring attendant and enters the ring. He approaches Bernard Core. His face suggests that he’s thinking “What the hell do you want?” The music stops.
Bernard Core: Cliff, you and I come from the same background: education. I started my own multi-million dollar mentoring company and then I entered public service as the commissioner of the New York State Education Department. You were...well, you were teaching Social Studies at some sub-standard middle school. Come to think of it, since you taught in New York State, that meant that technically, I was your boss!
Cliff is not amused.
Bernard Core: Anyway, whereas I have made advancements in the field of education with the opening of the most successful private school in the country, The Core Institute, you were fired from your teaching job when you put a student in a front facelock trying to break up a fight. in The Core Institute, that kind of thing would not have gotten you fired. I mean, when Dean Wolf breaks up a fight, he simply does more than a front facelock. When a student engages in violence in my hallways, it’s met with a disproportionate and much more painful response; and that student knows not to repeat that behavior again. But that’s neither here nor there. I commend you for trying to handle the situation the best you could; but here’s the problem: you worked in a public school, and after spending time as a commissioner of public schools, I’ve learned that they are the biggest pieces of waste that our country has produced. They are the reason why our country is in the shape that it’s in. I mean, just look at the people in this arena. These sad excuses for life are what our schools have churned out.
Mega hatred is spewed at the headmaster.
Bernard Core: Our schools have failed to keep order amongst our children! They have failed to teach them decency, decorum, and respect; and when you tried to instill order and discipline in these students, what happened? You were punished for it!
James Eastwood: Cliff doesn’t look too happy to be going down memory lane right about now.
Bernard Core: And I know times are a little tough right now. I know it would mean a lot to you and your wife if you could win the Sixth Dimension Championship and claim the prize money that goes along with it. I know that right now you are trying to make ends meet by working as a…
He chuckles. Wolf joins in.
Bernard Core:...photo lab technician at CVS, is that correct?
James Eastwood: Okay, we all know Cliff works at CVS. What’s the point he’s trying to make here?
Cliff still doesn’t react. He stares stone-faced at Bernard Core.
Bernard Core: I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing at that. I know it can’t be easy working some menial job like that, so think of this: what if you don’t win this tournament? What if you come up short? You’ll just be some guy who failed at his dream and has to stand behind some counter making minimum wage at a dead end job in some bland Long Island suburb.
The camera gets a shot of Cliff’s fists tightening as Core tries to win him over.
Bernard Core: Well, I want to make you an offer that you can’t refuse. I want to offer you a position at The Core Institute. That’s right. I want to bring you in as a lecturer in our History Department; and trust me, your salary will be more than you ever could have made as a public school teacher.
James Eastwood: He’s trying to buy Cliff of Doom!
Bernard Core: Think about it. You’ll have financial security. You’ll have job security. I don’t offer tenure to any of my teachers, but I’ll offer it to you automatically. That’s how much I respect you as an educator, Cliff.
The fans boo this obvious bribe.
Bernard Core: And don’t worry about being fired for how you try to maintain order. You can manage your classroom whatever way you like. There are no rules or laws to hold you back. Dean Wolf nor myself will interfere. You handle your classroom whatever way you want. There’s nothing stopping you. All you have to do is shake my hand and sign on the dotted line.
He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a contract for The Core Institute. He holds it out for Cliff to take but Cliff just stares at it before shifting his eyes up at Core. He brings the mic up to his mouth.
Cliff of Doom: I suppose that if I join your school, I’ll also have to have your back here in the Sixth Dimension, kind of like Dean Wolf.
Bernard Core smiles at the realization that Cliff’s on to him.
Bernard Core: Um, yes, yes, I knew you weren’t a dummy, Cliff, heh, heh. Um, yep, you would be required to accompany me throughout the rest of this tournament. Yes, that is true. But think about it. No more struggling. No more of having to deal with rude customers who are angry that you messed up their photos. No more of having to live in your in-laws’ basement. You and your wife can finally buy that dream house. You can finally start a family. I can give that to you. All you have to do is forget about what happened last week and join our ranks. Be a part of something that’s going to change this country for the better instead of trying to help out the people that are leading it down the drain like that retarded, sex-obsessed mongoloid, Biff Mustache. Come on, Cliff. You’re better than that.
Cliff slowly raises the mic to his mouth.
Cliff of Doom: You know something, Bernard, you’re a pretty good bullshit artist. I’ll give you that much.
Crowd: Oooooo.
Cliff of Doom: And you’re a pretty good salesman, too. That’s probably how you’ve gotten to where you are. It’s certainly not because any of your ideas are good. I mean, you know as well as anybody else that when you were the state education commissioner, nobody liked you. The teachers didn’t like you, the principals didn’t like you, the parents didn’t like you; but more important than that, education in New York didn’t get any better. All these standardized tests you made the kids take didn’t make them any smarter. They were just a big waste of time, just like this little sales pitch you’re trying to lay on me right now. Now, I may not be able to say that I’m as accomplished as you. I’ve made my mistakes in life. Getting fired from my teaching position was probably the biggest of them and I deserved the consequences that came my way. But I’ll tell you what: at least, every morning when I wake up, I can look at myself in the mirror and be proud of who I am.
The crowd claps. Cliff gets louder.
Cliff of Doom: I can be proud that when the chips are down, I get right back up and keep on fighting. You think I’m embarrassed about working at CVS? Hell no! I’m proud that I’m not too proud to take a job like that to support my wife and I. I’m proud that I’m not willing to take a shortcut and buy into a bunch of fascist philosophies spouted by some huckster wannabe messiah whose head is up his ass!
The growing volume of the crowd’s applause encourages Cliff to keep going.
Cliff of Doom: I don’t need your goddamn commendations while you try to pull the wool over my eyes! I’m proud of who I am and I wouldn’t change for ANYTHING you offer me!
The crowd roars.
Cliff: And while you may be able to brainwash him…
He points to Dean Wolf.
Crowd: Oooooo.
Cliff of Doom: ...you’re not going to brainwash me, so you can shove your offer right up your ass!
Crowd: OOOOOH!
Cliff rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and walks defiantly back up his ramp when Dean Wolf grabs Core’s microphone out of his hands and yells to Cliff.
Dean Wolf: Hey, dipshit!
Crowd: Oooooo.
Cliff of Doom turns around and laughs a little bit at Wolf’s insult as if to say, “Is this guy talking to me?”
Dean Wolf: First of all, you never turn your back on the Headmaster, and secondly, who the fuck are you calling “brainwashed?”
Cliff slowly raises his mic to his mouth.
Cliff of Doom: Well, Wolf, I’m calling YOU brainwashed.
Dean Wolf: Is that so? How about I come down there and rattle your fucking brain right now? What the fuck right do you have to say that about me?
Cliff of Doom: Wolf, you ARE brainwashed. I mean, when you entered the WCF, you were a badass. Nobody fucked with you. You were your own man. You didn’t want to be associated with anybody else. You wanted to do your own thing and you wanted to kick anybody’s ass. It didn’t matter who they were; and when you were down and out and at your most vulnerable, you let this guy come into your life and warp your mind.
Cliff points at Bernard Core.
Cliff of Doom: And he’s warped it so much now that you’re willing to do anything for him. Well, let me ask you a question: are you willing to fight him when the time comes for you and him to go at it?
Dean Wolf doesn’t respond.
Cliff of Doom: Oh, what? Did you forget that you’re going to have to face him at some point in this tournament? Well, newsflash, Wolf, it’s going to happen and one of you is going to have to win and one of you is going to have to lose. Are you going to fight like the wolf that you are, or are you just going to lay down and roll over like an obedient...little...puppy?
Crowd: Ooooo.
Dean Wolf sneers at Cliff of Doom for a second and goes to talk into his microphone, but Bernard Core pulls it out of his hands and starts talking into it himself. Wolf looks at Core. He tries to remain calm after just having his thunder stolen from him by his boss.
Bernard Core: Dean Wolf will do what I tell him to do!
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Bernard Core: Under my tutelage, Dean Wolf has learned that everyone has to follow authority, and in my institution, I am the authority and Dean Wolf follows my orders!
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Bernard Core: And I wouldn’t be worried about what’s going to happen when he steps in the ring with me. I’d be worried about what happens when you step into the ring with HIM. I tried to handle things my way, Cliff! I tried that for your own good, but you’re too stupid to realize the consequences of your decision, because now when you meet him face to face, I won’t tell him to hold back! I’ll let him do whatever is necessary in order to eliminate YOU! Just watch what he does to Biff Mustache tonight!
Cliff of Doom: Oh, I will be watching. In fact, I’ll have a pretty good view of the match, because tonight, I’m going to be in Biff Mustache’s corner!
The crowd erupts at the announcement. Core is yelling “No” over and over again in the ring. Wolf starts to grit his teeth. His anger is boiling over.
Cliff of Doom: And Wolf, I’m going to watch him kick YOUR ASS!
“No Leaf Clover” plays as Cliff walks up his ramp. Wolf and Core move towards the ropes and continue shouting at Cliff. The crowd grows even louder. The camera pans to the right and shows Biff Mustache standing in the ring. Wolf and Core sense someone behind them. They turn around. Biff Mustache runs and clotheslines both of them over the top rope. The crowd yells out its approval.
James Eastwood: Where’d he come from?!
Biff mocks the Core Institute by strutting around the ring and then giving them a crotch chop. Wolf tries to get back in the ring but Core holds him back. Then, he tries to go after Cliff, who watches the whole scene from the top of his ramp, but Core holds Wolf back from doing that, too.
James Eastwood: We’ve got fireworks happening here already, folks! What’s the main event going to be like tonight with these four personalities?!
Alamo Franklin: I said I wanted to see a fight, and I think I’m gonna see a good one!
James Franklin: We’ll be right back with Caleb Ronan vs. Ded Memry! Don’t go anywhere!
We come back to a shot of Caleb Ronan’s ramp. “Some Nights” by fun plays. Out comes Caleb Ronan, typing away on his cell phone as he makes his way down the ramp.
Gordon Gould: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the Centereach, NY, weighing in at 150 pounds, Caleb Ronan!
The crowd boos Caleb Ronan, all except the contingent of the SUNY Cortland Social Justice Club, who this week is seen in the last row of the Sixth Dimension Arena.
James Eastwood: Welcome back to the Sixth Dimension. We’re getting ready for our first contest of the night featuring that young man, Caleb Ronan, who’s got his trusty phone in his hands.
Alamo Franklin: Man, this kid’s priorities are all mixed up. If a promoter saw me walkin’ out to the ring while I was talkin’ on my phone, my ass would be thrown out to the street before the match even started. I can’t believe The Handler let’s this kind of thing go on! I mean, the kid’s not even acknowledgin’ the five fans he has in the buildin’!
James Eastwood: You are referring to, of course, the members of the SUNY Cortland Social Justice Club who are in attendance to cheer their comrade on. You’ll notice that they’ve been moved to the last row of the Sixth Dimension Arena for this week’s show. Last week, they attempted to jump the guardrail when Caleb Ronan cried out for help while he was being decimated by Bernard Core. The Handler thought it best to avoid the possibility of that happening this week.
Alamo Franklin: Why? It don’t look like none of them can whoop anybody’s ass anyway.
James Eastwood: You’re probably right, but The Handler has the final say on everything that goes on here in the Sixth Dimension.
Caleb enters the ring, still texting away on his phone.
James Eastwood: Let’s go to Sylvia Evergreen, who’s with Ded Memry.
We cut to Sylvia and Ded, who are in the backstage interview area.
Sylvia Evergreen: Ded, before you head out to the ring for your match, I have to ask you one question. Why are you waiting until you win the Sixth Dimension Championship to take off your mask? If you’re so eager to find out what you look like, why don’t you just take it off now.
Ded turns his head slowly towards Sylvia. She looks nervous.
Ded Memry: The first reason, as I said last week, is because I’m keeping it on for out of respect for The Handler, who created me this way. In regards to my second reason, let me answer your question with a question. Have you ever failed at anything, Sylvia?
Sylvia Evergreen: Well, I, uh…
Ded Memry: Of course you never failed at anything. I mean, look at you. You’re a beauty queen.
Sylvia Evergreen: Well, I was Miss North Dakota.
Ded Memry: I bet you were. And I bet you were the homecoming queen. And the class president. And on the honor roll. And graduated in the top 10% of your class. And you never had any shortage of boys asking you out on dates. And you landed a job as a television news anchor, where everyone got to see your pretty face every night. And I bet that you’ve had so much success in your life that you’ve never had any problem looking at yourself in the mirror day after day.
He pauses. She’s frozen with fear.
Ded Memry: WELL I HAVEN’T HAD THAT LUXURY YET!
She jumps a little bit when he yells.
Ded Memry: And I don’t know if I ever will. And if I fail at becoming the Sixth Dimension Champion, I couldn’t, nor would I ever want to, look at my real face in the mirror.
He points to his mask.
Ded Memry: This is the mask of a loser, and if that’s what I end up being, then this is what I will look like until the end of time.
He looks into the camera.
Ded Memry: But that’s not gonna happen, because I AM going to become the Sixth Dimension Champion, and it starts tonight with Caleb Ronan; and if Caleb Ronan thought what Bernard Core did to him last week was bad, just wait ‘til he sees what’s in store for him right now.
He makes his way to the ring. Sylvia breathes a sigh of relief and looks into the camera.
Sylvia Evergreen: Back to you, James.
“Dead Memories” by Slipknot plays. The crowd cheers. Ded steps out from behind the door that bears his image. His gear includes his blue jumpsuit and white mask. He looks around the arena almost stupefied.
Gordon Gould: His opponent, from parts unknown, weight unknown, Ded Memry!
James Eastwood: I think he’s surprised at the reaction that he’s getting from this audience, and I can’t blame him! He’s the least well known of all The Handler’s characters, having only wrestled one match in the WCF before this past War. He’s an enigma not only to all of us, but himself. And as you just heard, he told The Handler last week that out of respect for his vision, he’d keep the mask on throughout the tournament, but vowed that when he wins the whole thing, he’s going to unmask and reveal his identity not only to the whole world but to himself as well.
Alamo Franklin: He shouldn’t be focused on what his face looks like. He should be focused on this match. He ain’t takin’ no mask off unless he wins, and in the end, that’s the only thing that matters.
Ded enters the ring and stares straight across the ring at Caleb. The wide black eyes of the masked man look menacing through his mask as he stares down his opponent.
The music stops and the referee calls for the bell to start the match. However, Caleb Ronan immediately gets Gordon Gould’s attention and reaches out his hand, expecting Gould to give him the microphone. Gould gives him the mic and he goes to speak.
Caleb Ronan: Before we start this match, I just have a few things to say.
The crowd boos the delay in the action.
Alamo Franklin: A few things to say? Kid, you’re in a wrestlin’ match, not one of your bleedin’ heart meetings!
Caleb Ronan: First, I want to publicly condemn The Handler and Sixth Dimension security for moving the SUNY Cortland Social Justice Club to the back of the arena. This is just like African-Americans being moved to the back of the bus in the South!
The crowd does not agree with this, including the African-American fans, some of who are giving Caleb the finger.
James Eastwood: I want to apologize to our African-American viewers at home. Everybody here understands that it’s nothing like moving African-Americans to the back of the bus.
Caleb Ronan: I’ve started a Twitter campaign to protest this injustice. I’d like everybody to tweet about this shameful act by using the hastag “thebackiswhack.”
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO!
Caleb starts to get flustered.
Caleb Ronan: You people are so ignorant! If I were in charge, this whole arena would be a safe space!
Alamo Franklin: What the hell is a safe space?
James Eastwood: It’s a place where he doesn’t have to hear criticism or a different opinion.
Alamo Franklin: That kind of place doesn’t exist.
James Eastwood: You’d be surprised.
The crowd continues to taunt Caleb.
Crowd: FUCK-YOU-CA-LEB [clap clap clap clap clap] FUCK-YOU-CA-LEB [clap clap clap clap clap]
Caleb’s eye starts to twitch.
Caleb Ronan: I’ve never been treated like this before! I’M OFFENDED!
He throws down the microphone and turns around, where he’s met by Ded Memry tackling him and driving him into the corner. The crowd bursts with approval.
Alamo Franklin: Too much talkin’, kid!
Ded drives his shoulder into Caleb’s gut over and over again. Ded Irish whips Caleb into the opposite corner. Caleb goes upside down like Ric Flair when he hits the corner but comes back down onto his feet, turns around, and gets clobbered by a running clothesline.
James Eastwood: Ooooh! So much for that safe space!
Ded picks Caleb up, gets behind him and traps him in a sleeper hold but then sweeps his left leg and turns it into a facebuster.
James Eastwood: That’s his sleeper hold facebuster he calls Memory Loss!
Ded covers. The crowd counts along.
1…
2…
3…
The ref calls for the bell. “Dead Memories” plays. The ref raises Ded’s hand while Ded just stares at Caleb’s lifeless body.
Gordon Gould: The winner of this contest, Ded Memry!
James Eastwood: Ded made quicker work of Caleb than Bernard Core did last week!
Alamo Franklin: I gotta wonder if this kid even cares about winnin’ this tournament! He sounds like he wants to be one of those Hollywood activists I see on TV all the time!
The standings graphic appears on the screen.
James Eastwood: Well, we know Ded Memry cares about winning this tournament as he starts off 1-0, while Caleb Ronan already has two losses.
Ded doesn’t have a grand celebration in the ring. He marches back up his ramp and doesn’t look back.
James Eastwood: That right there is a man on a mission. For him, it’s on to the next match and one step closer to taking off that mask. And for us, we’re only minutes away from our main event of the evening, Dean Wolf vs. Biff Mustache. We’ll be right back.
We come back to a split screen, both showing live shots of the backstage area. “The Heretic Anthem” is playing over the images. On one side is Cliff of Doom giving Biff Mustache a pep talk (we can’t hear what he’s saying) while Biff slightly bounces up and down in place. On the other side is Dean Wolf shadow boxing while Bernard Core stands a few feet behind him, smiling devilishly as he watches his apprentice prepare to do his charge.
James Eastwood: As we come back here to The Sixth Dimension, you can see both men in our main event tonight getting ready to do battle in just a minute. Alamo, how did you prepare for your matches in your day? Were there any warm-ups you did or pep talks like Cliff is giving Biff?
Alamo Franklin: Warm-ups? Sure. I warmed myself up with a few shots of whiskey. And as far as pep talks go, I basically said to myself “If I don’t kick my opponent’s ass, he’s gonna kick mine.”
James Eastwood: Simple enough.
Bernard Core puts his hand on Wolf’s shoulder. Wolf stares at him and nods. They walk off camera and head towards Wolf’s entrance.
James Eastwood: Let’s go to Gordon Gould for the ring introductions.
“SO SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF!”
“Of Wolf and Man” by Metallica blasts through the speakers as Wolf and Bernard Core enter the arena. A mix of howls and boos fills the building. The bell rings.
Gordon Gould: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing The Core Institute and accompanied by Headmaster Bernard Core, from Albany, NY, weighing in at 220 pounds, Dean Wolf!
James Eastwood: Dean Wolf was the first of The Handler’s creations back in 2015. He had a breakout performance in War XIV, entering at number one and lasting over two hours. He also had three eliminations, all within a minute of each other. However, shortly after that he became addicted to drugs and alcohol and his career was quickly the butt of many jokes amongst the WCF fans and wrestlers. A chance encounter with Bernard Core in Corpus Christi, Texas was the only thing that saved him. Core took Wolf under his wing, got him cleaned up, got him back into shape, and hired him as his Dean of Discipline; and we’ve seen already what that job entails.
Wolf looks around the arena from the top of his ramp while Core applauds his protégé. Then, Wolf walks down to the ring with a wide eyed, intense look on his face. He enters the ring by rolling under the bottom rope, walks across the ring towards the hard camera, looks into it, and yells "COMPLY OR DIE!" He does this while holding up his left arm, which has the word “Seek the wolf in thyself” in old English font tattooed on his arm.
“Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?” by Rod Stewart plays and the crowd cheers.
Gordon Gould: His opponent, accompanied by Cliff of Doom, from Mustache Manor, weighing in at 220 pounds, Biff Mustache!
Biff Mustache, in his banana hammock glory, struts and dances down his ramp followed by Cliff of Doom, who smiles and shakes his head at his newfound friend’s theatrics.
Alamo Franklin: I don’t know if I’d be dancin’ if I knew I was steppin’ into the ring with Wolf.
James Eastwood: Well, maybe it’s a way to show Wolf that he’s not scared of him. Nobody ever claimed that Biff was a genius of any sort, but his father, the great Roid Rogers, was a master of head games in and out of the ring. Maybe he learned a thing or two.
Cliff stays out of the ring while Biff enters it and poses on the second rope. As soon as he climbs down and both feet hit the canvas, Dean Wolf races across the ring and clobbers Biff from behind. The ref frantically calls for the bell to begin the match.
James Eastwood: What a cheap shot from Wolf!
Wolf rains down forearms on Biff. Biff collapses into the corner, where Wolf continues the assault with a parade of boots. The ref gets Wolf out of the corner and admonishes him but Wolf ignores him and goes back to stomping Biff. The ref backs Wolf out of the corner again. Wolf looks at the reff.
Dean Wolf: Fuck you!
The crowd boos Wolf’s lack of respect for the official. Wolf responds to the crowd.
Dean Wolf: Fuck you, too!
James Eastwood: For a guy whose job it is to enforce respect for authority, he sure doesn’t respect authority back.
Instead of going back to the corner, Wolf slides out of the ring and pulls Biff out. He drives Biff’s back into the guardrail three times and then throws the beaten man into the ring steps. The ref comes down to the floor and yells at Wolf to bring the match back into the ring.
James Eastwood: Perhaps referee Tony Norman is taking some mercy on poor Biff and trying to give him a break from this vicious beatdown by the Dean of Discipline.
Alamo Franklin: To hell with that! Let em’ fight!
Cliff walks over to Biff and tries to help him up. The ref sees this and starts yelling at Cliff, ordering him to back away. While this is going on, Wolf and Bernard Core start putting the boots to Biff. The crowd is imploring the ref to turn around but he’s too busy admonishing Cliff. Cliff tries to get the ref to turn around, too, but to no avail.
Wolf body slams Biff onto the apron from the floor. He leaves him there and gets back in the ring. The ref enters the ring as well. Wolf runs across the ring, comes off the ropes, and baseball slides right into Biff, who falls back down to the floor. Wolf gets to his feet and tries to exit the ring, but the ref stops him. Wolf keeps the ref’s attention by arguing with him, allowing Core to lay in a few more stomps to Biff. Cliff walks towards the action to scare Core off. Core goes back to his corner. The ref turns around and sees Cliff near Biff again. He yells at Cliff to return to his corner. Cliff yells back “Why don’t you watch him, too” and points towards Core. Core holds his hands out and makes a face as if to say “Who, me? What did I do?”
The ref starts a 10 count.
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Biff struggles to get to his feet, clutching the ring skirt to pull himself up.
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Biff gets back to his feet. Wolf reaches over the top rope and grabs Biff by the hair. Biff gets on to the apron. Wolf brings Biff into the ring with a vertical suplex. Biff yawps in pain and holds his back.
Biff tries to push himself back up. He gets onto his knees but Wolf cuts him off by kicking him right in the ribs. Biff collapses. Wolf begins to taunt him.
Dean Wolf: You want to attack me now, Biff? Huh? You want to sneak attack me?!
Biff clutches his ribs, trying to catch his breath. He somehow pushes himself back up to his knees.
Dean Wolf: You think it’s funny embarrassing The Core Institute?! You think it’s funny what your mother did to Headmaster Core?! Tell me if THIS is funny!
He kicks Biff in the ribs again.
James Eastwood: Another stiff shot to Biff’s ribs! Just pin him and end this, Wolf. You’ve made your point! You’ve done what you set out to do! This is enough punishment!
Alamo Franklin: It ain’t over ‘til the bell rings, Jimmy.
Wolf looks at someone in the crowd who’s yelling at him. He points to the fan.
Dean Wolf: Hey, I’ll kick your ass, too!
The whole crowd answers back with more boos while Bernard Core applauds Wolf’s work.
Biff slowly crawls towards the ropes, Wolf stalking him and laughing at the sight the entire time. Biff finally gets his hands on the ropes and tries to pull himself up but it takes a lot of effort. He screams in pain the first time he tries to pull himself up. He is only using one hand as the other hand is occupied by clutching his ribs. Wolf marches towards Biff but the ref stops him and tells him to back up.
Cliff walks over to Biff and implores him to get back up. He slaps the mat to motivate the beaten down man. The crowd claps along.
Biff gets to one leg but Wolf ends the rally by putting his knee up against Biff’s neck and choking him on the second rope, all the while giving Cliff of Doom the middle finger.
James Eastwood: Now he’s taunting Cliff of Doom!
The ref begins a five count. At four, Wolf lets up and walks back to the middle of the ring. A camera gets a close up of Biff’s face as he tries to catch his breath.
James Eastwood: I don’t think Biff has much left in him. I have to hand it to Wolf. This does just look like a savage beating, but there is a strategy to this. A good portion of Biff’s offense is aerial and if he’s down on the ground, that part of the equation is out.
Wolf grabs Biff by the right arm and pulls him into the middle of the ring. He hits him with a short arm forearm but keeps a hold on the right arm and follows up with a short arm clothesline.
James Eastwood: He calls this combination of moves Retention.
Biff falls to the ground but Wolf continues to hold the right arm, pulls Biff back up, and hits Retention again. He pulls Biff up one more time and repeats the combination of moves. The third time that Biff falls, Wolf lets go.
James Eastwood: My god, this is hard to watch.
Alamo Franklin: He’s takin’ Biff behind the woodshed.
James Eastwood: Or, more appropriately, he’s taking him to school.
There’s a pause in the commentary.
James Eastwood: It’s a pun. Get it? ‘Cause he works in a… never mind.
Wolf looks at Core. Core nods his head once.
James Eastwood: I think Core is ordering Wolf to end this. Finally!
Cliff knows what’s to come and begins slapping the mat frantically.
Cliff of Doom: C’mon Biff! Get up!
Wolf backs up and starts psyching himself up to finish off Biff. He tucks his chin into his chest, lowering his eyes and glaring at his opponent. You can see his chest expand and contract and his breathes heavily through his nose like a bull getting ready to charge. He tightens his fists while his upper body rocks back and forth.
James Eastwood: He’s building up all that potential energy like an arrow being pulled back by an archer.
Biff makes it to his feet but is still in a bent position. Wolf shoots out from across the ring.
James Eastwood: Here he comes!
Wolf attempts a running knee lift but Biff dodges the shot. Wolf comes off the opposite ropes and is met in the face by high knee. The crowd cheers. Biff and Wolf both collapse to the floor.
James Eastwood: What a desperation move by Biff! First, he avoided the Security Breach knee lift and then had the wherewithal to hit a high knee!
Alamo Franklin: Great ring awareness! Wolf gave him too much time to recover!
Biff and Wolf are still laid out on the mat.
James Eastwood: I think that took a lot out of Biff, too, but at least Wolf is out for the time being, which gives Biff some time to recover.
Alamo Franklin: Yeah, but it’s gonna be a short window. Wolf is in much better shape than Biff. Biff needs to get to his feet now and go after him.
Both men make it back to their feet. Biff starts laying into Wolf with a series of elbow smashes. He backs Wolf into the corner and Irish whips him, but Wolf reverses and sends Biff to the opposite corner. He charges but Biff gets both feet up and hits Wolf right in his grill. He holds his ribs.
Alamo Franklin: Every time Biff leaves his feet, he’s going to feel it in those ribs.
Wolf gets turned around 180° and stumbles away from Biff. Biff climbs to the second rope, still clutching his ribs. He jumps and sends Wolf down to the mat face first with a leg lariat.
James Eastwood: SECRET STACHE! Cover!
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Wolf kicks out.
James Eastwood: After everything Biff’s been through in this match, I can’t believe he was the first one to make a cover!
Alamo Franklin: He has to cover. More’s been taken out of him than Wolf. He needs to try and end this as quickly as possible.
Biff gets Wolf to his feet and sends him off the ropes. Again, Wolf reverses but this time spins around and sends Biff into the same ropes. Biff, however, holds on to the ropes instead of bouncing off. Wolf charges but Biff backflips him out of the ring. Wolf crashes to the floor. The crowd comes alive. Biff clutches his ribs once again as lifting Wolf aggravated his injuries.
Alamo Franklin: Everything Biff does from here on out is going to hurt him as much as Wolf.
Bernard Core tries to help Wolf up. The ref orders Core to back away but Core ignores him. Biff stands in the middle of the ring with a new ferocity on his face, breathing heavily. He starts bobbing his head back and forth as he gets prepared to do something crazy. The crowd claps along with the head bob and Cliff slaps the mat. Biff comes off the ropes, sprints across the ring, and launches himself through the ropes with a suicide dive. Core dodges the shot and leaves Wolf to get knocked down like he was a bowling pin.
James Eastwood: Way for Core to leave his man out to dry!
The crowd shouts their approval. Biff gets to his feet and roars. The crowd roars back.
James Eastwood: Biff Mustache has got a second wind!
He gets Wolf to his feet and attempts a vertical suplex, but his weakened ribs won’t allow it. Wolf takes advantage of the situation and hits a vertical suplex. On impact, Biff exclaims in pain.
James Eastwood: And just like that, Biff is taken out again.
Core gets up and walks towards Biff’s prone body, but the ref comes down to the floor and blocks Core’s path, ordering him to back away. Wolf, meanwhile, pulls Gordon Gould out of his chair. Wolf picks the chair up and folds it.
James Eastwood: Now what is he doing?
Alamo Franklin: I think you know what he’s doing.
Wolf lifts the chair in the air and goes to smash Biff with it, but Cliff comes from behind and grabs the chair out of Wolf’s hands, much to the delight of the fans. Wolf turns around and sees the man that thwarted his plans. He snarls at him angrily while Cliff just glares at him, throwing the chair to the side.
James Eastwood: Oh man, are we going to see these two go at it NOW?!
The crowd is encouraged by the possibility of a fight between Wolf and Cliff breaking out. However, they’re left unsatisfied as Wolf turns his attention back to Biff. He grabs Biff but Buff sweeps both of Wolf’s legs, sending him back first into the mat. Biff stands up and slingshots Wolf right into the post.
James Eastwood: Quick thinking by Biff!
Alamo Franklin: Wolf’s shoulder took the brunt of that post. He’s lucky it wasn’t his head or he’d be out quicker than shit through a goose.
James Eastwood: That’s an interesting way to put it.
Biff throws the Dean back into the ring and climbs onto the apron. He starts heading towards the turnbuckles when Core grabs his foot, but before the ref can say anything, Cliff of Doom super kicks the headmaster right in the chin. The crowd loves it.
James Eastwood: Core eats a kick to the face!
Biff ascends the ropes. When Wolf gets to his feet, Biff takes to the air and connects with a front missile dropkick. However, when Biff’s body makes contact with the canvas, he holds his back and ribs. He slowly crawls towards Wolf, finally draping his body over Wolf’s, but he doesn’t have enough to hook the leg. The ref counts.
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Kick out.
Alamo Franklin: I think he’s got to think of something else besides those flyin’ moves. That last one took a lot out of him and he wasn’t able to cover him quick enough.
Biff picks Wolf up and sends him down with a Russian leg sweep. Biff clutches his body again.
Alamo Franklin: Every time he falls to the mat, he’s punishing his body just as much, if not more, than Wolf’s. He should try and cover Wolf again. Every time Wolf has to kick out, that’s gonna spend more and more of his energy. Biff should try to keep Wolf on the mat as much as possible and tire him out.
Biff slowly crawls towards the ropes. He gets himself to the ring apron, gets to his feet, and starts climbing the corner again, slowly and gingerly.
Alamo Franklin: What is he doin’?
James Eastwood: He’s going for a high risk move again. Maybe he thinks these big impact moves will put Wolf down.
Alamo Franklin: Yeah, well, it’s called high risk for a reason. He’ riskin’ losin’ this match.
Biff gets to the top and dives off with a Swanton Bomb. Dean Wolf gets his knees up, making contact with Biff’s lower back. His face shows the amount of pain that Wolf’s counter caused. He lands on his own knees. Wolf shoots up, grabs Biff by his neck and trunks, and throws Biff into the ropes. Biff comes off the ropes and meets Wolf, who pulvarizes him into the mat with a picture perfect Double A spinebuster.
Alamo Franklin: That’s gotta be it.
James Eastwood: I felt that all the way over here!
Biff’s mouth is agape. He’s in too much pain to even make a noise now. Wolf snarls as he backs up, getting ready to attack like the predator that he is. Biff slowly turns onto his stomach and painfully tries pushes himself up to his feet, wincing with each effort to get up. Cliff is screaming to Biff to watch out.
James Eastwood: Biff is right in Wolf’s crosshairs!
Biff makes it to his feet but as soon as he does, Wolf sprints towards him and knocks him silly with the Security Breach knee lift. Biff stumbles backwards, bounces off the ropes like a pinball and stumbles forward before he’s taken down with Wolf’s patented discus clothesline.
James Eastwood: DETENTION!
The impact causes Biff to flip backwards onto his stomach. Wolf rapidly turns him over and covers.
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The ref calls for the bell. “Of Wolf and Man” plays.
Gordon Gould: The winner of this contest, Dean Wolf!
Wolf’s hand is raised in victory, but Wolf snatches his hand away and goes to the outside to check on Bernard Core. He gets him to his feet and informs the Headmaster of his victory. Core holds Wolf’s hand in the air, all the while holding his chin, which is still sore from the super kick. Wolf puts his arm around his boss as he helps him up his ramp. They stop in the middle of the aisle to observe the scene in the ring, which shows Cliff of Doom checking on Biff Mustache.
James Eastwood: Biff took a beating from Wolf tonight but Biff reached down deep inside and fought back. It just wasn’t enough.
Alamo Franklin: He should have never tried another top rope move. That was his big mistake. But he’s young. He’ll learn. I will give him credit for havin’ enough heart to keep fightin’.
The standings graphic appears on screen.
James Eastwood: With that being said, Wolf has picked up his first victory in this tournament while Biff joins Caleb Ronan as the only two men who have still not picked up a victory here in The Sixth Dimension.
The camera shows Cliff still checking on Biff.
James Eastwood: Cliff of Doom tried to do everything he could to neutralize The Core Institute’s underhanded tactics, but in the end, Biff could not overcome Wolf. I hope Biff can recover from this loss quickly because next week he’s going to have to face the other half of The Core Institute, Bernard Core. Wolf will also be in action as he takes on Caleb Ronan. Will it be a clean sweep for The Core Institute next week? Find out as we roll on here in The Sixth Dimension! For Sylvia Evergreen and Alamo Franklin, I’m James Eastwood. Goodnight, everybody!
The camera gets a shot of The Core Institute standing at the top of Wolf’s ramp, looking down at the ring, satisfied at the night’s result. The camera fades to black.
