Post by Dean Wolf on Aug 14, 2018 21:36:29 GMT -5
We begin with close-up of James Eastwood, who is at the broadcast table by himself. His voice is very somber and reverent.
James Eastwood: Good evening, everybody. Before we begin tonight’s broadcast, I’ve been asked to give an update on the conditions of my broadcast colleague and friend Alamo Franklin and Biff Mustache after last week’s attack by…whoever Caleb Ronan mutated into last week. Alamo suffered bruised ribs, a separated shoulder, and a concussion. He is at home recuperating from his injuries. He wanted to come in and announce tonight’s final episode, but he has been ordered by his doctors and by The Handler rest and heal up. Word is that he tried to fight the doctor upon hearing this news.
Eastwood smirks a little bit at that news.
James Eastwood: Unfortunately, Biff Mustache’s condition is not as positive. He has been in a coma since Caleb Ronan put him through a ladder. He is still at the hospital where he is being monitored by his doctors. The other members of the Mustache Family are at his bedside around the clock. His mother released a statement, but it was so profane that The Handler thought it best to not read it on the air. Our thoughts and prayers go with Alamo and Biff and their families and we hope for their speedy recoveries.
The show fades to black. 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, and some are holding signs. “The Heretic Anthem” by Slipknot plays throughout this introduction.
James Eastwood: Tonight, we find out who will compete in the finals to crown the Sixth Dimension Champion!
The cameras cut to James Eastwood, who is now holding a microphone. His voice is broadcast to the entire arena.
James Eastwood: Ladies and gentleman, due to Alamo Franklin’s injuries, I have been assigned a new broadcast partner for tonight. This man was a creation of The Handler from Eternal Wrestling Odyssey, a short-lived promotion that he started with his friend, Gemini Battle. Please welcome, Troy Miller!
“All I Do Is Win” by DJ Khaled plays. Out comes Troy Miller, dressed in a full gray three-piece suit with a look on his face that says “I’m better than all the people here in this arena right now.” He walks down to the ring and to the broadcast table.
Eastwood extends his hand.
James Eastwood: Welcome to The Sixth Dimension, Troy!
Troy ignores the handshake, puts his headset on, and sits down. Eastwood is a little miffed.
James Eastwood: Glad you could be here.
He sits down.
Troy Miller: Of course you’re glad that I could be here. Anybody would be glad for me to be here. I was the best wrestler EWO had and I’m going to be the best commentator the Sixth Dimension will ever have.
James Eastwood can’t believe the ego on this guy.
James Eastwood: Humble much, Troy?
Troy Miller: No, I’m not.
He looks at the camera.
Troy Miller: For those of you who don’t know, my family has been here since the first settlers came to Jamestown, Virginia in 1607 and since then, we’ve risen to the upper echelon of society, amassing wealth and power along the way. A lot of people talk about being in the 1%, but we are the 1% OF the 1%. We have influence just about everywhere- board rooms, courts, governments, you name it, we’ve got our hands in it. When you come from that pedigree, you know you’re the best and frankly, I’m a little insulted that I wasn’t invited in this tournament by The Handler.
James Eastwood: Well, this tournament was exclusively for The Handler’s WCF creations.
Troy Miller: Trust me, if I had been in the WCF, The Handler would have never cut my career short like he did the other guys in this tournament. I’m money no matter where I go.
James Eastwood face suggests that he immediately regrets having to work with this obnoxious punk. He looks into the camera.
James Eastwood: Anyway, let’s break down the championship match scenarios.
A graphic appears on screen, which Eastwood reads to the audience.
James Eastwood: There’s a lot of intrigue surrounding tonight’s matches, the first of which will be Bernard Core vs. Ded Memry. Let’s go to Sylvia Evergreen, who’s with Headmaster Core.
We get a shot of Sylvia Evergreen, who is still noticeably shaken from Biff’s coma, standing with Core in the backstage interview area. The interview is broadcast to the entire arena.
Sylvia Evergreen: Bernard Core, all you have to do is defeat Ded Memry tonight, and you’re in the finals. Any last thoughts before you head out to the ring?
Core condescendingly answers back.
Bernard Core: First, Sylvia, I want to say that it’s been a pleasure to answer your ever so “insightful” questions these last few weeks. By the way, how’s Biff?
He smirks at her while she purses her lips.
Sylvia Evergreen: You know what, I just can’t deal with you tonight.
She slams the microphone into his chest and walks off camera.
Bernard Core: Oh, a consummate professional, I see.
He looks into the camera.
Bernard Core: Ded Memry is an example of one of the biggest illnesses plaguing this country: the identify crisis. Nobody knows who they are anymore. Men identify as women, whites identify as black, some people change who they are on a daily basis! But you, Ded, you don’t know WHO you are. You don’t HAVE an identity. Well, let me help you. Let me give you an identity. I can mold you into an identity that you can be proud of, an identity that is respectable! I mean, look what I did for Dean Wolf! He was just a common junkie, but when he accepted my aid, I turned him into not just a vicious killer but also a man who fights for the sacred values of uniformity and standardization. I can do that for you!
The crowd boos.
Bernard Core: All you have to do is make the sacrifice that Dean Wolf made last week. Forfeit this match to me and become a pupil of The Core Institute. With me as your mentor, you will become the man you’ve always wanted to be. Just look at me. My values, my way of life have led me to great achievement- an NCAA wrestling championship, my own for-profit mentoring service, millions of dollars, the founding of the most prestigious private school in the country, and, very soon, after Dean Wolf beats Cliff of Doom and forfeits the final match to me, the Championship of the Sixth Dimension. My identity is one of success. You can have that identity, too. Of course, if you don’t want it, then I’ll have to show you why I’ve been such a success throughout my life; because when I want something, I do anything to get it. I am ruthless. I am cutthroat. I am vicious, and unless you want to experience that side of me, then I suggest you accept my offer and enter under the wing of my tutelage.
He looks off camera.
Bernard Core: Catch, Sylvia!
He tosses the microphone at her. The camera turns to her as she catches it. She sneers and shakes her head as he walks away.
We get a shot of the arena. “Wing Fortress Zone” plays. Bernard Core comes out. He stands at the top of his ramp with his hands behind his back, surveying the crowd. He walks down his ramp, looking at the fans with disdain.
Gordon Gould: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing the Core Institute, from Albany, NY, weighing in at 225 pounds, Headmaster Bernard Core!
Troy Miller: Out of all the men in this tournament, Headmaster Core is the only one that I respect. He and I both understand that people with money, power, and intellect run things, and the rest of the commoners just follow along.
James Eastwood: Wow, you must be great at dinner parties.
Troy Miller: I’m great at every party.
Eastwood sighs.
James Eastwood: Let’s go back to Sylvia Evergreen, who’s with Ded Memry.
We see Sylvia with Ded. Ded’s got his head down but he looks like he’s psyching himself up for the match. Core’s entrance is still playing in the arena.
Sylvia Evergreen: Ded, you heard Bernard Core’s offer. What’s your response?
Ded slowly looks up at her, a chill running through her body. He speaks slowly.
Ded Memry: Two wins, two losses. The X-factor? Memory Loss. When I’ve it that move, I’ve won. When I haven’t hit that move, I’ve lost.
He looks into the camera.
Ded Memry: And Bernard Core…I’M GOING TO PLANT YOUR FACE INTO THE MAT!
He breathes heavily before continuing, his voice quieter.
Ded Memry: No man molds my identity but me.
He pauses.
Ded Memry: “I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.”
He walks off camera to head to the ring. We cut back to Bernard Core, who is standing in the ring looking very confident.
James Eastwood: If only Bernard Core could hear what Ded Memry was saying, he wouldn’t look so sure of himself.
“Dead Memories” by Slipknot plays.
Gordon Gould: His opponent, from parts unknown, weight unknown, Ded Memry!
Troy Miller: I can’t believe that The Handler would even consider this guy as a contender for his championship. You’re telling me this guy got to be in this tournament but not me?
James Eastwood: Well, why don’t you challenge him after this match and prove you’re better than him?
Troy Miller: I’m not being paid to wrestle. I’m being paid to talk.
James Eastwood: That’s what I thought.
Ded Memry comes running down his ramp. The confident Core quickly realizes that Ded is not going to accept his offer, but rather is coming to the ring to destroy him. He bolts out of the ring as Ded enters it. The music stops. Core does two laps around the ring, Ded chasing him the entire time. Core finally slides into the ring. Ded follows suit but Core meets him with boots to the head and neck. The ref calls for the bell to start the match.
Troy Miller: See? The guy is trying to go after Headmaster Core before the match even begins. That’s who you want as champion?
Core sends Ded off the ropes and throws him with a release overhead belly to belly suplex. Ded lands flat on his back but shoots right up to his feet. The crowd cheers. Core has his back to Ded, too busy gloating. When he turns around and sees Ded on is feet already, Core gets a fright and falls on his ass. He drags himself backwards, pleading with Ded not to come after him. Ded jumps on top of Core and starts throwing lefts and rights at him with reckless abandon. Core pushes him off and tries to crawl away but Ded grabs his boot and drags him back to the center of the ring, continuing with the onslaught of punches. The crowd cheers.
James Eastwood: Ded is leaving nothing to chance tonight!
Ded brings Core into the corner and chops him a few times. He whips Core into the corner and charges at him with a corner clothesline. He repeats this combination five more times until Core finally collapses in one of the corners. Ded immediately puts the boots to the Headmaster until Core finally rolls out of the ring.
James Eastwood: Smart move by the Headmaster.
Ded goes after him and slams his head into ring steps. Core turns around and does a Flair flop right to the floor. Ded whips him into the announce table, where Core collides stomach first with the structure. Ded slams his head into the table. Core falls to his butt.
Troy Miller: Using the table? That should be a disqualification!
Ded continues his offense by whipping Core into the guardrail, where Core collapses upon impact, his back up against it. Ded slides back into the ring to stop the referee’s 10 count. He walks all the way to the opposite end of the ringside area and charges at Core, but Core moves at the last second. The impact of Ded’s knees crashing into the barrier couples with his momentum causes him to flip over the guardrail and into the fans.
James Eastwood: Ded Memry paid for that bit of offense right there!
Core takes a quick breather before reaching over the guardrail and bring Ded back over it with a vertical suplex. Ded yells and holds his back but doesn’t take long in getting up. Core grabs him, puts his head under Ded’s left armpit, grabs and bends his left leg, lifts, and slams his shin into the ring post. He continues to hold on, however, and executes a shinbreaker followed a leg trap overhead belly to back suplex.
James Eastwood: Ded almost landed on his neck!
Troy Miller: I know! Great, right?
Core rolls back into the ring temporarily, but upon seeing that Ded is getting back up swiftly, he heads back outside. He looks at a fan off camera.
Bernard Core: Now it’s time to take him to school!
As Ded gets back up to his feet, Core picks him up with a deadlift German suplex. Ded still tries to get up. Core locks gutwrenches him and throws him with another suplex. Ded still won’t stay down. Core gets one arm around his back and another around his leg. He hits an exploder suplex, which sends Ded into the guardrail.
Crowd: Ooooo!
Ded lands on the left side of his face, his left shoulder, and his neck. Core rolls back into the ring and cockily struts around the ring, practically inviting a chorus of boos.
James Eastwood: Bernard Core is at his most dangerous when he’s hitting these suplexes, and outside the ring, the level of danger goes up.
Troy Miller: From what I’ve seen on TV, Ded loves to fight on the outside. This is right in his wheelhouse!
Ded grabs the guardrail and pulls himself up, a bit spaghetti-legged. Core goes back outside and tosses him with a butterfly suplex. He keeps the double underhook on, floats over, and hits another butterfly suplex onto the hard mats. Core stands back and waits to see if Ded moves. Ded crawls towards the ring and grabs the ring skirt to pull himself up, but before he even has a chance to get to his knees, Core gets him to his feet and lifts him up.
James Eastwood: UNIPLEX! Oh God!
Core backdrop suplexes Ded’s neck and shoulders onto the apron. Ded falls forward to the mat like a stack of bricks.
Core kicks at Ded’s hand to see if he moves. Ded doesn’t respond. Core heads back into the ring. The ref starts a ten count.
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Troy Miller: Here we go. Championship match, coming right up!
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Core looks over the top rope. Seeing Ded still not moving, he holds his arms in the air prematurely.
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Ded pops up to his feet in one swift motion. The crowd pops. Core’s eyes go wide and his mouth is agape.
James Eastwood: It’s like he rose from the dead!
Ded locks his gaze on Core and charges into the ring. Core back pedals. When Ded gets close, Core drops and trips Ded. He mounts Ded and sets him up for an STF, but Ded starts biting Core’s arm.
Troy Miller: Biting?! Where did he train to wrestle?!
Core shoots up to his feet, holding his arm. He stomps back to Ded and grabs his leg, but Ded turns to his stomach and kicks Core to the ground. Both men get up but Ded sends Core to the mat with a clothesline. Core shoots up but Ded sends him back down with another clothesline.
James Eastwood: Ded’s got a head of steam!
Ded gets Core to his feet and whips him into the corner. Upon impact, Core stumbles forward. Ded comes off the ropes and sends him down with a one-handed bulldog followed by a jumping knee drop. He covers.
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Core kicks out. Ded sets up Core for a piledriver but Core backdrops him. Core goes to the second rope and poses before attempting to execute a move, but his delay allows Ded to pop up and double axehandle him in his torso. Core falls back onto the top rope. Ded sets him up for a Muscle Buster. He lifts him, runs to the center of the ring, and falls backward, compressing Core’s neck and shoulders. He goes for the cover.
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Core kicks out. Ded drags him to the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle three times. He goes for a fourth slam but Core blocks it and elbows Ded right in the eye. Ded stumbles back, holding his eye. The ref checks on him. Core starts to untie to top turnbuckle pad. Ded angrily marches back over to Core, grabs both feet, and pulls. Core holds on to the pad, still trying to untie it. When he does, Ded falls backwards while Core falls on his face.
James Eastwood: I don’t know if the ref has noticed that the turnbuckle padding is gone!
Ded gets right back up and grabs Core’s hair but Core quickly crawls backwards between Ded’s legs, gets to his feet, and pushes Ded throat first into the exposed turnbuckle. Core schoolboys him and puts his feet on the second rope.
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James Eastwood: He kicked out!
Core is incensed that his underhanded ploy did not work. Ded is now on his stomach holding his throat. Core viciously stomps on Ded’s head. He drags Ded to the center of the ring and locks on an STF. Core has his arm tightly around Ded’s throat.
Bernard Core: Tap! TAP!
Ded is trying to crawl towards the ropes, but with each movement he gets weaker, the arms of Core cutting off his circulation and air. Ded finally stops and appears to pass out. The ref gets on his knees to check on Ded.
Ref: Ded?! Ded?!
The ref goes to signal the timekeeper to ring the bell, but at the last second, Ded grabs the ref arm to the delight of the crowd. The ref waves off the timekeeper. Ded yells and continues to crawl towards the rope.
James Eastwood: He’s like a modern-day Lazarus!
Troy Miller: For a guy named “Ded,” he certainly has a hard time just dying.
He makes one big reach and finally grabs the bottom rope. The crowd cheers. Core holds on to the STF until the referee counts to four. He gets up, frustrated at his inability to put away Ded. He turns Ded onto his back and begins stomping on his throat. He continues the assault by dropping two knees on the throat, pressing his knee up against the throat after the second shot. The ref begins a five count but Core lets up. He signals Gordon Gould to give him a microphone. Gould complies. Core walks over to Ded, who is trying to pull himself up to his feet.
Bernard Core: Ded, you have to see that this is not going to end in your favor.
Ded continues to pull himself up.
Bernard Core: Come on. Let’s end this right now and join forces. I can make you someone you never thought you could dream of! I can make you respectable! I can give you the identity that you TRULY desire!
Ded is now on his feet but his spend. He’s slightly bent over, holding the top rope for support.
Bernard Core: All you have to do is stop this futile attempt at achieving glory, forfeit this match to me, and shake my hand.
Core holds out his hand.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO!
James Eastwood: Enough with this! Just try to win the right way!
Troy Miller: Why do that when you can just bribe people?
Ded looks at the crowd and then back at Core.
Bernard Core: Come on, Ded, what do y---
Ded slaps the mic out of Core’s hands to the approval of the fans. Core becomes enraged. He kicks Ded in the stomach and drops forearms on his neck. He pulls him away from the ropes and goes for an Institutional Slam, but escapes, lands on his feet, and grabs Core.
James Eastwood: MEMORY LOSS!
The crowd goes nuts. Core is laid out. Ded pops for his own move and stomps around the ring, celebrating the victory that will be his as soon as he covers.
James Eastwood: Cover him, Ded! What are you waiting for?!
Ded finally makes the cover.
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James Eastwood: Hey! What the hell?!
Out of nowhere, a fan jumps into the ring. The ref stops the count to deal with the fan. The crowd starts to boo.
James Eastwood: Ded had this match in the bag and this stupid idiot hopped over the guardrail and has now disrupted this match!
Ded looks around to see what’s happening and finally fixes his gaze upon the situation with the fan and the ref. Ded pushes the ref out of the way and starts attacking the fan.
James Eastwood: Oh, no! This isn’t good! The Sixth Dimension could be looking at a lawsuit here! Ded, let the ref handle it!
Troy Miller: I told you, Eastwood. He’s not suitable to be the champion!
Ded pulls the fan’s shirt over his head and gives him some stiff rights to the gut. He throws the fan out to the floor. He follows after him and throws him into the guardrail, driving his knee into the fan’s face over and over again. The ref tries to stop Ded but Ded pushes him away before continuing his assault. Ded pulls the mats back and sets the fan up for a piledriver.
James Eastwood: Oh God! Ded, don’t do this! You’re gonna kill the kid!
Troy Miller: He’s a mad man! He should be in jail!
James Eastwood: He’s blinded by rage!
Right before he lifts, Core comes up from behind him and forearms him in the back of the head. The fan escapes Ded’s clutch. Security finally arrives to take the kid away with assistance from the ref. While this happens, Core gets his arm around Ded’s neck, hooks his right leg, and lifts.
James Eastwood: STANDARDIZATION! RIGHT ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!
Core drops Ded right on his head with his version of a fisherman brainbuster.
Core turns Ded onto his stomach and grabs him in a front facelock. You can tell that Ded is knocked out. Core gets him on the apron and rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope. He gets back in and pulls Ded far enough away from the ropes that he can’t use them for a rope break. He covers, hooking both legs. The ref runs back into the ring and counts the pinfall.
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The ref calls for the bell. The crowd goes ballistic. “Wing Fortress Zone” plays. Core rolls out of the ring, where the referee raises his hand.
Gordon Gould: The winner of this contest, advancing to the finals of the Sixth Dimension tournament, Headmaster Bernard Core!
The standings graphic appears on screen.
James Eastwood: I can’t believe it! Bernard Core somehow manages to pull out a victory when his loss was all but certain! He was saved by that stupid fan!
Troy Miller: “Somehow managed?” Bernard Core would have won that match regardless. He was about to kick out before that fan ran in. I saw it with my own two eyes!
James Eastwood: Give me a break! He was out like a light! He wasn’t winning anything!
Core bends over in exhaustion but then stands straight up and laughs at his good fortune. He heads back up his ramp. He turns around when he gets to the top and raises his arms one last time before heading through the curtain.
Core’s music stops and we get a shot of the referee trying to get Ded Memry to wake up. He motions for medical attention.
James Eastwood: Ded Memry is unconscious right now. What a way to be eliminated from the tournament.
Emergency responders show up. One of the responders puts smelling salts up to Ded’s nose. Ded shakes his head and like a cannon, shoots up to his feet, grabs the ref, and hits him with Memory Loss.
James Eastwood: Whoa! He’s pissed at that ref for stopping the count!
Ded does the same move to both responders.
James Eastwood: Ded, they’re not wrestlers! It’s not their fault!
Troy Miller: He should be tranquilized like an elephant!
A security guard runs in the ring to subdue him, but he gets Memory Loss as well.
James Eastwood: He’s putting down anyone that comes near him!
Another security guard, another Memory Loss.
James Eastwood: This is a shame. This is just a shame. Ded Memry was one more count away from prolonging his life in this tournament. Now, he’s out and he’s got to honor his vow to keep that mask on. Losing the mask was more important than winning the title. Now, he’s just a man unhinged!
Other security guards run down to the ring. They try to crawl on the apron, but Ded charges at them. They scurry down to the floor. They surround the ring.
James Eastwood: You know, Troy, he IS being treated like an animal they want to tranquilize!
Troy Miller: That’s what you have to do when people like Ded Memry get like this. It’s just like these people that protest all over God’s green Earth because they think they’re not being treated “fairly.” Mace them, taze them, tranquilize them, you do whatever you have to do to control the rabble!
James Eastwood: He’s not part of the rabble! He’s a man who is seriously mentally disturbed and has just been screwed out of attaining his goal!
Troy Miller: Oh, boo-hoo! Cry me a river! If he’s mentally disturbed, he belongs in the looney bin with the rest of the maniacs, not out here endangering the lives of ordinary citizens!
Ded looks at the guards surrounding him. He makes a run for it, but the guards swarm him. He fights them all off, kicking and punching at them. He picks up the ring steps and hurls it their way. One guard tries to come up behind him, but Ded grabs him in the sleeper hold.
The Handler: No! Wait!
We got a shot of The Handler walking down one of the ramps.
The Handler: Don’t do it, Ded! It’s not that man’s fault!
He’s now at ringside, cautiously walking towards Ded.
The Handler: Ded, I’m sorry about what happened to you, and if I could change what happened, I would. However, the referee’s decision is final and you are no longer in the tournament; but have lose with him dignity, man! Don’t take it out on some innocent people! Come on, let the man go.
Ded backs up slowly, the guard still in his clutches. The other guards start moving closer to him.
The Handler: Ded, please, I don’t want to see you get hurt! Just let him go and come with me! We can talk in my office. If you don’t want to speak to me, maybe we can find you a professional than you can talk to. Whatever you do, just please don’t hurt any more people!
Ded looks at the situation unfolding around him. He thankfully lets the guard to, hops the guardrail, and runs into the crowd. The other guards are about to chase after him.
The Handler: No! Let him go! Let him go!
The guards back off and check on their colleague. The Handler looks off into the crowd. The camera follows Ded until he can be seen no more. The last shot before commercial is of The Handler, looking into the crowd, disappointment and worry etched on his face. We fade to black.
We come back to a shot of James Eastwood.
James Eastwood: Ladies and gentlemen, right before we came back on the air, I was informed that The Handler is storming around backstage looking for Bernard Core. We’re going to Sylvia Evergreen right where her and her crew are following The Handler. We’ll see if they can pick up anything. Sylvia, what’s going on back there?
We cut to Sylvia Evergreen and the camera crew pursuing The Hander backstage.
Sylvia Evergreen: James, The Handler is on the war path right now and he’s on his way to Bernard Core’s dressing room!
The Handler makes it to Core’s dressing room and opens the door. He finds Core holding a bag of ice on his head. Core shoots up out of his seat.
The Handler: What the hell was that?!
Bernard Core: What are you talking about?
The Handler: First, you paid off Caleb Ronan to cost Biff Mustache a match and now you’ve paid some random kid to do the same to Ded Memry and get you in the finals.
Bernard Core: Hey, I’ll wholeheartedly admit that I paid off Caleb Ronan, but this one wasn’t me. This was just some idiot fan who wanted his 15 minutes of fame.
He goes to walk away but The Handler blocks him.
The Handler: Yeah, right. Let me tell you something. I’ve had it up to here! This is still MY show and I’m not going to have you ruin any more matches with your bullcrap!
Bernard Core: And you better listen to me! After Dean Wolf beats Cliff of Doom and forfeits the Sixth Dimension Championship to me, this is going to be MY show, so you better watch how you talk to your future champion!
The Handler glares at him, trying to hold in his anger. He storms off, Core looking indignant as he watches The Handler walk away.
We come back to a shot of James Eastwood and Troy Miller.
James Eastwood: I feel like I’ve been saying this sharing this sentiment a lot over the past few weeks, but this has been a crazy night already. We have found out who the first participant will be in the final match of this tournament for the Sixth Dimension Championship, Ded Memry reacted to his loss by assaulting a number of medical and security personnel, and The Handler is accusing Bernard Core of paying off a random fan to interfere in his match against Ded Memry; and knowing Bernard Core, I don’t doubt that he did it.
Troy Miller: Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty in this county? Then again, even if you are guilty, you can pay your way out of it.
He snickers. Eastwood stares at him.
James Eastwood: I bet you can.
He looks back at the camera.
James Eastwood: Anyway, let’s get ready for our final contest of the round robin portion of the tournament. Like I said, we already know that Bernard Core will be in the final match. Now, it’s time to see if he’ll face his protégé Dean Wolf, or the man he has called a thorn in his side, Cliff of Doom. For both of these men, this is almost not about the championship. This is about their boiling hatred for each other. They have been attacking each other back and forth ever since this tournament began. Cliff of Doom doesn’t respect Dean Wolf and Dean Wolf resents Cliff for calling him Bernard Core’s “lap dog.” Before this match begins, let’s go to some pre-recorded comment from both men.
We go to Wolf’s promo first. He is standing in front of a backdrop with the Sixth Dimension logo on it.
Dean Wolf: A lot of people have been asking me for the past week if I’m going to forfeit the championship match to Bernard Core if I beat Cliff of Doom tonight. My answer is that I’m not concerned about that right now. The only thing I’m concerned with is kicking the shit out of Cliff of Doom. You see, he’s been on my case these last few weeks, questioning whether I’m still the same ass kicker I’ve always been, questioning my association with Headmaster Core, and questioning my manhood. Cliff of Doom better be careful what questions he asks because he might not like the answers that he gets.
He takes a few breathes through his nose.
Dean Wolf: Last week, Cliff of Doom revealed that he was inspired to become a professional wrestler after watching my performance at War XIV. Well, he’s going to end up looking back on that night as the worst night of his life, because that’s the night he signed his death warrant. When he told me that I was the inspiration for his career, I didn’t feel sentimental about it. I didn’t feel any bond between him and I. You know what I felt? I felt pity. I felt sorry for him, because when he decided to become a professional wrestler, he was deciding to enter MY sport, and it was only a matter of time before he and I finally crossed paths. Well Cliff, we’ve crossed paths many times throughout this tournament, but tonight is the night where it finally counts for something, and I get to do things to you that I’m not legally allowed to do outside of this arena.
He pauses again.
Dean Wolf: I’m going to hit you so hard in the face that your wife won’t be able to recognize you anymore. I’m going to injure you so bad that you’re going to wish that instead of staying up that night to watch War XIV, you had just gone to bed early. You want me to seek the wolf? Well, you’re going to be sorry when the Wolf seeks- and destroys- YOU!
We cut right to Cliff of Doom, who’s in front of the same backdrop. He’s all fired up.
Cliff of Doom: You know, Dean Wolf and I are just about the opposite in every way, but the biggest difference between he and I is he’s not fighting to win this tournament. HE’S not fighting to win the Sixth Dimension Championship. He’s fighting for SOMEBODY ELSE to win this whole thing, and it’s a shame because he has all the talent in world. He might even have more talent than me, but he’s wasting that talent by fighting for that prick, Bernard Core; a greedy, evil, selfish man that only cares about what he wants and will use anybody and anything to get it.
He pauses.
Cliff of Doom: Now, do I want to win this tournament? Yeah. Do I want to win the Sixth Dimension Championship? You’re damn right, I do; but I’m not doing it for me. I’m doing it for everybody BUT myself. I’m fighting for my wife so that she can have the kind of life she’s dreamed about. I’m fighting for the children we want to have so that I can provide for them once they come into this world. I’m fighting for all the fans who don’t want to see Bernard Core take over professional wrestling and ruin it.
He pauses as he thinks of the next person he’s fighting for.
Cliff of Doom: And now, I’m fighting for Biff Mustache, a man that I never thought I’d become friends with; but when I fought him the first week of this tournament, you know what I saw? I saw a guy who worked hard. I saw a guy who wanted to win. I saw a guy who never gave up, who never quit. I saw a guy who, behind all the jokes, is a serious competitor and a good guy, and I respect him because of that.
He starts to breath heavily through his nose.
Cliff of Doom: Now, I couldn’t stop whoever the hell that monster was from doing what he did to Biff last week, but I’ll tell you what, that is the last time I fail in this tournament.
He stares straight into the camera.
Cliff of Doom: Today's the day, Wolf! This thing has been brewing since day one. One of us has got to give and in won't be me!. I didn't give when I got fired from my teaching job. I didn't give when people laughed at me for working at CVS. I didn't give when you and Bernard Core beat me down in the middle of the ring and I'm not the one that's gonna give today! To paraphrase you, "There's only three ways I'm leaving this match: A- Dead. B- The winner. Or C-...All of the above."
We go back to a shot of the arena.
James Eastwood: Troy, aside from the finals, this may be the most anticipated match of this entire tournament. Let’s go to Gordon Gould for the introductions.
“SO SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF!”
“Of Wolf and Man” by Metallica plays. Wolf steps out onto his ramp and looks at the crowd with hate in his eyes.
Gordon Gould: This contest is the final match of the round robin portion of the Sixth Dimension Tournament. The winner will advance to the finals to face Headmaster Bernard Core. Introducing first, representing The Core Institute, from Albany, NY, weighing in at 220 pounds, Dean Wolf!
James Eastwood: His task is clear: beat Cliff of Doom.
Troy Miller: I don’t think he had to be told twice.
James Eastwood: Seeing how much he hates Cliff of Doom, I don’t think he had to be told once.
A mix of howls and boos fills the arena. Wolf slaps the floor, yells, and marches down to the ring. He rolls in under the bottom rope and climbs up onto the second rope, yelling “Comply or Die!”
The lights go out. The crowd starts to cheer. “No Leaf Clover” by Metallica plays.
Gordon Gould: His opponent, from Selden, NY, weighing in at 218 pounds, Cliff of Doom!
Cliff yells at the top of the ramp. He walks down the aisle, enters the ring, stands on the second rope, and lets out another scream as Kirk Hammett’s solo begins.
James Eastwood: Cliff of Doom has had some setbacks in his life, but he has never given up. If Wolf wants to beat him tonight, he’s going to have to kill him.
Troy Miller: Oh, boo-hoo. Who cares how much he’s bounced back from his setbacks? You know what would be more impressive? If he never had any setbacks to begin with.
James Eastwood: Well, not everybody’s as privileged as you are.
Troy Miller: No kidding.
The music ends. The ref is standing in the middle of the ring with his arms out, hoping to keep Cliff and Wolf apart before the bell rings.
James Eastwood: I do not envy the referee tonight.
Cliff and Wolf circle each other as anticipation builds for the bell to ring. Finally, the ref signals to start the match. The crowd pops. Both competitors come bolting at each other. The ref wisely moves out of the way. Both men start throwing wild right hands at each other. The crowd goes nuts.
James Eastwood: And here we go!
Cliff gets the better of the exchange. He sends Wolf off the ropes but it’s reversed. Cliff ducks a clothesline, comes off the opposite ropes, and hits a running single leg front dropkick. Wolf quickly gets up but Cliff sends him down two more times with the same move. Wolf gets up a third time but Cliff kicks him in the gut and sends him down with a fisherman neckbreaker. He covers.
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Wolf kicks out. Cliff immediately comes of the ropes and hits his double stomp/back senton combination. He covers again.
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Wolf kicks out. With Wolf on his hands and knees, Cliff hits a basement dropkick. The force of the kick sends Wolf under the bottom rope to the outside. Cliff follows, drives Wolf back first into the ring post, and then throws him into the guardrail.
James Eastwood: Cliff is bringing it to Wolf!
Cliff props Wolf up against the guardrail and chops him in the chest twice. Wolf stumbles away but Cliff pushes him into another ring post.
Troy Miller: Cliff has to be just as vicious as Wolf if he even wants a chance at winning, which he doesn’t.
Cliff gets Wolf back in the ring and climbs the top rope. He attempts a double axe handle but Wolf punches him in the stomach. He takes advantage by throwing Cliff into the ring post shoulder first. He gets Cliff against the turnbuckle and chops him in the chest. He attempts an Irish whip but Cliff reverses it. However, Wolf reverses it again and whips Cliff towards the same corner. Cliff grabs the top rope and shoots himself up. Wolf charges and gets caught in a headscissor. He grabs Cliff’s ankles and breaks free from the hold, sending Cliff over the top rope. Cliff lands on the apron. Wolf goes for an elbow strike, but Cliff hits a step up enzigiuri first. Wolf falls to the mat and is crushed by a slingshot senton. Cliff pulls him away from the ropes and covers.
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Wolf kicks out and Cliff traps him in a chinlock. Wolf gets to his feet and elbows out of it. He sends Cliff of the ropes and tries a clothesline. Cliff avoids it and comes off the opposite ropes, but Wolf is ready with a knee lift to the gut. Cliff flips forwards onto his butt and Wolf hits a running boot. He covers.
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Cliff kicks out. Wolf holds Cliff in a front face lock. He knee strikes Cliff in the head. Cliff gets to his feet, grabs Wolf around the waist, and executes a beautiful Northern Lights suplex.
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Cliff kicks out but Wolf immediately hits him with a Junkyard Dog style headbutt. He poses to boos from the crowd. Wolf flips them off and makes a rude gesture with his arms. He turns his attention back to Cliff and goes for a vertical suplex. Cliff escapes it and lands on his feet behind Wolf. He clutches him in a waistlock but Wolf throws an elbow. Cliff falls out to the apron but avoids falling to the floor. He gets to his feet. Wolf charges at him, but Cliff pulls down the top rope. Wolf spills out of the ring but grabs the top rope. He pulls himself onto the apron. Cliff hits him with a right hand and then chops Wolf in the chest two times. Wolf continues to hold onto the top rope, so Cliff starts hitting a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The crowd counts along with each one. After seven, Cliff winds up for one last kick.
Crowd: …oooooooooo…
Cliff kicks Wolf as hard as he can and the dean finally falls to the floor. The crowd applauds Cliff. Cliff gets back in the ring and stands in the middle, waiting to strike. The crowd knows what’s coming and begins to rise. When Wolf makes it to his feet, Cliff comes of the ropes, runs across the ring, and soars over the top rope.
James Eastwood: CLIFF DIVE!
Cliff crashes down onto Wolf and immediately gets to his feet. He runs up the ramp. Waits for Wolf to get to his feet, sprints, and sends Wolf soaring back into the edge of the apron with a double front leg dropkick.
Crowd: Ooooo!
Cliff gets up and yells. He throws Wolf into the ring steps and charges, but Wolf moves out of the way. Cliff thinks fast. Instead of crashing into the steps, he hops off the top step with one foot and then lands with both feet on the guardrail. Wolf turns around but Cliff meets him with a corkscrew senton. The crowd pops.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
James Eastwood: You say Bernard Core is the best athlete in this tournament, but I think the best athlete is the guy you’re looking at right now!
Troy Miller: Why, because he’s using parkour to try and win a match? Matches are won in the ring, not the outside!
Cliff drapes Wolf under the bottom rope. He goes for the springboard apron legdrop, but Wolf moves out of the way. The back of Cliff’s knee hits hard on the edge of the apron and he falls to the floor. He attempts to get back up while holding the back of his left knee, but Wolf runs up from behind him and clips the knee. Cliff yells out in pain.
Troy Miller: Dean Wolf just found fresh blood!
Wolf stalks Cliff as he tries to stand up. With the back of the knee exposed, Wolf stomps on it, causing Cliff to yelp in pain again. Wolf follows it up with a kick to the ribs and then a boot to the side of the face.
James Eastwood: A brutal strike to the face!
Wolf rolls Cliff back into the ring. He follows and kicks Cliff in the ribs two more times as Cliff tries to get some space between the two. On the third kick, Cliff grabs Wolf’s foot. Gets to his feet and smacks Wolf across the face three times, but Wolf breaks Cliff’s hold and elbow smashes him in the face. Cliff collapses.
Troy Miller: Well, it was a nice story, Cliff. To bad it has to end.
Wolf picks Cliff up by the hand and proceeds to punish Cliff with Retention, the short arm elbow and short arm clothesline combination. Every time Cliff falls, Wolf hold on to his arm, pulls him back up and hits the combo again. After the last one, he makes the cover.
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Cliff kicks out. Wolf sits Cliff up and starts delivering clubbing forearms across Cliff’s face. He then body scissors Cliff and gets a hold of a chin lock. He leans back to apply more pressure to the hold. Cliff struggles to keep himself upright. Eventually, he starts putting his effort into uncrossing and then separating Wolf’s legs. The crowd claps to motivate Cliff. When the legs are far enough apart, Cliff somersaults back and has Wolf in a pinning combination.
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Wolf is forced to let go of the chinlock so that he can escape the pin. Cliff quickly shakes the cobwebs and comes off the ropes. Wolf falls to his stomach. Cliff hops over him and comes off the opposite ropes. Wolf throws the mobile Cliff over the top rope, but Cliff gets his head tangled up between the top and second rope. While he dangles on the apron, struggling to break free (with the referee’s assistance), Wolf punches Cliff in the head to the extreme disapproval of the fans. He kicks at his torso as well. Finally, the ref is able to release Cliff, who falls like dead weight to the floor.
James Eastwood: Cliff could be in serious trouble here.
Wolf goes outside. He presses Cliff up and clotheslines him on the guardrail. The fans yell at him. Some even give him the finger. Wolf shouts at one fan in particular “Fuck you!” He heads back into the ring to break up the ten count.
James Eastwood: Wolf cares about nothing but the Core Institute. He’s got tunnel vision, and right now it’s to his benefit.
Cliff grabs the guardrail and tries to pull himself up with great effort. Wolf tries to go back outside, but the ref stops him. Eventually he slides out of the ring, sprints half the distance around the ring, and spears Cliff right into the barricade like a train hitting a car that’s parked on the tracks.
Crowd: Ooooooo!
He wastes no time in dragging Cliff back into the ring. He sends Cliff of the ropes and clotheslines him on the top rope with a Stun Gun. Cliff stumbles backward and lands on his back right in the middle of the ring. Wolf sits on his chest and hooks both legs for the pin.
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Cliff kicks out. Wolf goes ballistic that his murderous offense was not enough to put Cliff away. He leans down and grabs Cliff’s face.
Dean Wolf: That’s it! I’m putting you fucking down for good you son of a bitch!
Wolf takes a few steps back and waits for Cliff to get to bent position. He heaves and grits his teeth, barely able to wait for the right to strike. Cliff makes it to his feet and is in the right position for Wolf to come off the ropes and hit the Security Breach running knee lift, which he does to perfection. The only problem is that instead of falling, Cliff stumbles backwards and falls through the first and second rope. Cliff manages to stay on the apron and not fall to the floor.
James Eastwood: I don’t know if Cliff meant to do that, but he just bought himself some time.
Troy Miller: Only problem is that time always runs out.
Wolf is exasperated at the fact that his chance to end the match with Detention has been delayed. He reaches over the top rope to grab Cliff but Cliff delivers a shoulder to his cut. He slingshots himself over Wolf. Wolf turns around. Cliff runs at him but Wolf throws him over the tope rope. Cliff lands on his feet. Wolf doesn’t notice at first as he walks away from the ropes. When he turns around, Cliff hits a springboard head scissors take down.
James Eastwood: Has he found his way out? Is he back in the game?
Cliff leans against the turnbuckle and waits for Wolf to get to his feet. When he does, Cliff charges and hits another running double front leg dropkick, which sends Wolf soaring into the corner and onto his ass. Cliff picks him up and hits a hangman’s neckbreaker. Wolf if in the perfect supine position for Cliff to jump up to the top rope and hit a frogsplash. He covers.
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Wolf kicks out. Cliff gets him up and slams his head against the top turnbuckle followed by a chop to the chest. He Irish whips Wolf but it’s reversed and Cliff slams into the corner. Wolf charges but Cliff gets his foot up, which connects with Wolf’s gut. Wolf is bent over and takes a few steps back. Cliff hops up to the second rope and attempts a Canadian Destoyer, but Wolf stops the move midway through and slams Cliff into the corner with an Alabama Slam.
Crowd: Ooooooooo!
Cliff falls forward but Wolf grabs his head and starts striking it with his knees over and over again. He mercifully stops and holds Cliff by the chin. He sneers at him and pushes him into the ropes. Cliff bounces off the ropes and moves forward. Wolf spins around for Detention.
Troy Miller: Here it comes!
Cliff miraculously ducks the clothesline and Pele kicks Wolf. The crowd cheers. The ref starts a double ten count.
James Eastwood: Who will make it up first?
Wolf makes it up to his feet first. He waits for Cliff to get to his. When he does, Wolf goes for Detention again. Cliff ducks again but this time lifts Wolf up for a wheelbarrow facebuster. He covers.
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Wolf kicks out. Cliff gets him up and whips him off the ropes, but Wolf reverses course and sends a knee lift into Cliff’s stomach. Cliff flips onto his butt again. Wolf comes off the rope and charges with a running boot but Cliff grabs the leg and somersaults backwards, causing Wolf to land on his face. Cliff turns Wolf onto his stomach and tries to apply the No Leaf Clover, but Wolf boots Cliff in the head repeatedly. Cliff is finally able to grab the other leg and executes a jackknife pin.
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Wolf kicks out. Both men shoot to their feet. Wolf tackles Cliff into the corner. Wolf backs up a few steps before charging. Cliff gets a boot up that hits Wolf in the face. Wolf stumbles back. Cliff hops up onto the second rope. Wolf charges again but Cliff jumps over him. Wolf stops himself from colliding with the turnbuckles and turns around. He runs towards Cliff but is lifted into a fireman’s carry and brought down with a double knee gutbuster. Cliff covers.
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Cliff lifts Wolf and crotches him on the top rope. He looks at the crowd and signals for something big. He climbs to the top and gets Wolf to his feet. Both men are now standing on the top rope. He drapses his arm around Wolf’s chest and tucks his head under Wolf’s arm. Wolf saves himself by elbowing Cliff in the head. He holds onto Cliff, puts his arm around his neck, and tucks his head under his arm. He hooks the right leg and lifts, sending him and Cliff down to the mat with a super fisherman buster.
Crowd: Oooooo!
James Eastwood: Wolf may have taken himself out with that move!
Both men are holding their necks and the backs of the heads, but Wolf crawls over and makes the pin.
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Cliff kicks out. The crowd pops. Wolf grabs Cliff in a front face lock and gets him to his feet. Cliff pushes him away and kicks him in the midsection. He sets up for the Doomerang but Wolf blocks it and punches Cliff in the abdomen. He sets up for the Hall Sweep but Cliff elbows him in the back of the head. He scoops Wolf up for the Doomstone, but Wolf wiggles free and pushes Cliff into the ropes. Cliff answers back with a handspring back elbow. He hops through the ropes to the apron and hits a springboard 450. He covers.
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Wolf kicks out. Cliff is exhausted but he pulls Wolf up to his feet. He tries for another handspring back elbow but this time, Wolf catches him and tosses him with a dragon suplex. The top of Cliff’s head bounces off the mat but he lands on his feet and stumbles back into the ropes. Wolf charges and sends both of them over the top rope with a Cactus Clothesline. Both men are laid out on the floor. The ref starts a 10 count.
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James Eastwood: Wolf if starting to get up!
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James Eastwood: Cliff is stirring!
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Wolf climbs up onto the apron. Cliff is on one knee and pulling himself up.
Troy Miller: Here we go! An all Core Institute final!
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Wolf is about to go through the ropes.
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Out of nowhere, Cliff superkicks Wolf and collapses. Wolf crumbles off the apron and down to the floor as well.
James Eastwood: Get up, Cliff!
10!
The ref calls for the bell. The crowd starts to boo.
James Eastwood: Oh, don’t tell me that’s how this whole tournament ends!
The ref walks over to Gordon Gould and tells him his decision. Then, Gould addresses the crowd.
Gordon Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, both men have been counted out, therefore this contest is a draw!
The crowd boos even louder.
Troy Miller: Wait, does that mean neither of them advance? Is Bernard Core the Sixth Dimension Champion?
James Eastwood: No! There's got to be some kind of tiebreaker! Core can't just be GIVEN the title!
“Show Me How to Live (T-Rray remix)” begins to play.
The Handler walks out to ringside. The music stops and he orders Gould to make an announcement. The crowd comes to a hush the Gould puts the microphone up to his mouth. By this time, Cliff and Wolf have crawled back into the ring and are slowly making their way to their feet.
Gordon Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed by The Handler that a tiebreaker match between Dean Wolf and Cliff of Doom will begin RIGHT NOW!
The crowd pops.
Gordon Gould: Furthermore, in this match, there will be NO DISQUALIFICATIONS and NO COUNTOUTS!
James Eastwood: Alright!
Troy Miller: What a horrible decision!
The crowd pops even louder.
The Handler tells the ref to start the match and takes a seat in the timekeeper’s area. The ref calls for the bell and the two competitors start the match they way they started the previous one- by wildly going punch for punch. This time, Wolf gets the better of the exchange. He sends Cliff of the ropes. Cliff ducks the clothesline and hits a crossbody, but Wolf rolls through and sends Cliff over the top rope with a fallaway slam. Cliff lands hard on the apron and falls to the floor.
Crowd: Oooooo!
Wolf immediately goes to the outside and tosses Gordon Gould out of his chair. Wolf picks it up and walks over to the supine Cliff. Wolf goes to hit Cliff but Cliff sits up and grabs the chair while at the same time pushing Wolf away with his two feet. Wolf lets go of the chair and falls back. Both men get up. Cliff goes to hit Wolf with the chair but Wolf blocks it and kicks Cliff in the stomach. He gets control of the chair as Cliff bends over in pain. Wolf hits him in the back with the chair. Cliff yells and falls to his knees. Wolf hits him in the back with the chair again and Cliff falls on his face. Wolf continues the assault by ramming the chair three times into the back of knee that was injured previously.
James Eastwood: Those chair shots are about as legal as a wristlock.
Wolf looks at the ring steps and gets an idea. He drops the chair and pulls the ring steps closer to Cliff. He removes the top step and props Cliff’s injured leg on top of the second step. Then, Wolf holds the top step above his head and prepares to crush Cliff’s leg between the two steps.
James Eastwood: Oh no! This could end the match right here!
Troy Miller: Do it, Wolf, do it!
Cliff swiftly moves his leg out of harm’s way and pushes the bottom step into Wolf’s shins, causing Wolf to fall forward and smack his face on the top step. The crowd pops.
James Eastwood: Quick thinking by Cliff.
Cliff takes a few seconds to get up. He limps around to try and get some feeling back in his leg. When he’s satisfied he rolls Wolf back into the ring and starts to slowly climb to the top rope. However, he takes too much time and when he finally gets to the top, Wolf makes it to his feet and crotches Cliff onto the top turnbuckle.
Troy Miller: He took too long, Eastwood.
Wolf punches Cliff in the head a few times and then goes out to the apron. He looks down at the broadcast table.
James Eastwood: Wait, why is he looking this way? What’s he thinking about here?
Wolf ascends the ropes and tucks his head under Cliff’s right arm. He gets his left arm around Cliff’s waist and lifts, back suplexing Cliff right through the broadcast table. James Eastwood and Troy Miller escaped just in time.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
James Eastwood: My God! Wolf just backdropped Cliff from the top rope right through our broadcast table. Troy Miller and I just barely made it out before the impact! Both men are splayed out on the floor in front of us.
Wolf slowly gets up. Cliff is not moving at all. Wolf drags him up to his feet and drags him into the ring. He drags Cliff right to the middle of the ring so that he has no chance of getting a rope break. Wolf covers.
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Cliff kicks out. The crowd goes wild. Wolf just falls to his back. He pounds the mat before getting to his knees. He heads outside and gets the chair that he previously used. He opens it up and places it in the center of the ring. He gets Cliff in a fireman’s carry position in order to hit a Death Valley Driver on the chair. Cliff elbows Wolf in the head a few times and gets to his feet. He lifts Wolf pulverizes him on the chair with a Blue Thunderbomb. The chair flattens.
Crowd: Ooooooo!
Cliff covers.
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Wolf kicks out.
Cliff sets Wolf up for a piledriver onto the broken chair. Wolf tries to counter it with an Alabama Slam but Cliff turns that into a sunset pin.
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Wolf kicks out. They both get to their feet quickly. Cliff charges and Wolf tosses him over the top rope. He lands on the apron. Wolf turns around. Cliff springboards off the top rope but Wolf catches him and hits the Hall Sweep onto the chair.
Crowd: Ooooooooo!
Wolf covers.
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A sense of relief comes over the crowd and Wolf yells at the ref, holding up three fingers.
Dean Wolf: That was three, you fucking asshole!
James Eastwood: I really wouldn’t want to be the ref facing the wrath of Wolf during a no DQ match!
Troy Miller: I hope that ref’s life insurance policy can pay for his funeral.
Wolf frustratingly goes out to the floor. He lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a table. The crowd stirs. Wolf unfolds the legs and stands it up near the corner. He turns around to grab Cliff but Cliff sweeps the legs and locks in the No Leaf Clover.
James Eastwood: He’s got it locked on!
Wolf crawls toward the table and grabs one of the legs, trying to pull himself and somehow power out of the hold. Suddenly, Cliff’s injured knee gives way and he collapses to the mat. He holds the knee in pain. Wolf writhes in pain on the ground as well, holding his shin. He sits himself up and seethes at Cliff. He determinedly gets up, pulls Cliff up by the hair, and throws him over the table.
James Eastwood: If Cliff is put through another table, that’s got to be the end of it!
Wolf crotches Cliff onto the top rope. He climbs up to the second rope and double chickenwings Cliff’s arms. He then stands on the second rope and lifts Cliff up. Cliff tries to wiggle free. Wolf resists but is quickly losing the battle. Finally, Cliff uses his heel and drives it into Wolf’s left quadricep. Wolf lets him go and falls onto the top turnbuckle. Cliff lands on his feet and kicks Wolf in the face with a CCS Enzuigiri. He grabs Wolf before he can fall back and climbs to the top. He stands Wolf up onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd rises, knowing what’s coming next. Cliff moonsaults with Wolf in his clutches.
James Eastwood: CLIFFHANGER!
Both men go crashing through the table, with Wolf taking the impact of it on his back. The crowd goes crazy. Cliff pushes one half of the broken table out of his way and cover, hooking the leg. The crowd counts along.
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The crowd can’t believe it.
Cliff pushes himself up to his knees and shakes his head. He gets up and walks back towards the corner. He sets up for a superkick. Wolf slowly gets to his knees. Cliff doesn’t wait any longer. He goes in for the kick, but Wolf dodges it, lifts Cliff up on his shoulders, and hits a Burning Hammer onto one of the broken halves of the table, Cliff’s head, neck, and shoulders going through it.
Crowd: Ooooooo!
Wolf covers.
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3- NO!!!!!!!!
James Eastwood: How did he kick out of that?! How in the HELL did he kick out of that?!
The crowd’s excitement is at a fever pitch. Wolf has now lost all control. He pounds the mat, grabs the ref by the collar and yells at him, and kicks the ropes. He kneels down beside Cliff, grabs him by the hair, and yells in his face.
Dean Wolf: I’m fucking ending this now! I’m going to put you out of your goddamn fucking misery RIGHT NOW!!!
He takes a few steps back. Cliff gets to his feet in a bent position. Wolf runs at his with all the speed he can muster and hits the Security Breach. Cliff falls to his side. He gets back up to his knees as Wolf gets himself ready for Detention. Cliff motions with his hand for Wolf to bring it. He gets to his feet and Wolf spins. Cliff blocks the clothesline and kicks Wolf in the stomach. He lifts him up for the Doomerang but Wolf catches the leg and spins Cliff around. When Cliff makes a full rotation, Wolf finally gets off his finishing move.
James Eastwood: DETENTION!!!
Cliff gets turned inside out but lands on his feet. Wolf is stunned, which allows Cliff to hit a quick superkick. Both men collapse to the mat. The crowd has now gone psychotic.
James Eastwood: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! :clap clap clap clap clap: Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! :clap clap clap clap clap:
James Eastwood: Fans, did you see what I see?! Cliff got knocked inside out by that Detention discus clothesline but had the wherewithal to land on his feet and hit one last ditch superkick to stay in this match!
Both men are knocked out on the ground. They each crawl towards separate ropes and pull themselves up. They turn around at the same. Wolf runs at Cliff and attempts Detention again hits another superkick first. Wolf stumbles back, bounces off the ropes, and moves toward Cliff. Cliff attacks again.
James Eastwood: ANOTHER SUPERKICK!!!
Wolf bounces off the ropes again. Cliff grabs him and lifts him up.
James Eastwood: DOOMERANG!!!!
Troy Miller: Oh God, Wolf, get a move off! Something! Rakes his eyes! Hit him below the belt! Something!
Cliff holds his knee. Wolf bounces off the ropes again and moves towards Cliff. Cliff grabs him again.
James Eastwood: ANOTHER DOOMERANG!!!!!
Cliff favors the knee again. Wolf sags lower into the rope but still stays up. The momentum sends him back into the arms of Cliff, who scoops him up.
James Eastwood: DOOMSTONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With Wolf finally down, Cliff covers and hooks both legs. The crowd counts along.
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The crowd pops so loud that it makes the arena shake. “No Leaf Clover” plays. Cliff falls onto his back. The ref raises his hand.
Gordon Gould: The winner of this contest, advancing to the final match of the tournament, CLIFF-OF-DOOOOOOM!!!
James Eastwood: If there was one match to decide who would go to the finals, that was it! That was like watching the Yankees and the Red Sox go 11 innings in the ALCS!
Cliff gets to one knee and holds the back of his head. He walks over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, holding his other arm in the air. By this point, the ref has tried to help Wolf up but Wolf pushes him away. He gets on one knee and also holds his hand with one hand. While Cliff poses, gets to both feet, and slowly walks towards the corner. Cliff comes back down to the mat and turns around to see Cliff waiting for him. The music stops. A hush comes over the crowd.
James Eastwood: What now? The match is over. No more. Please.
Cliff walks over to Wolf. They stare at each other, Cliff sternly while Wolf still has a slight sneer.
Troy Miller: Come on, Wolf, tag him one more time. Get your money’s worth.
Cliff puts out his hand. Some fans gasp. Wolf looks down at the hand, not sure what to do. The crowd shouts at him to shake Cliff’s hand.
Troy Miller: Don’t do it, Wolf. There’s no such thing as a gracious loser, just plain old losers.
Finally, Wolf looks up at Cliff, stares for a few more seconds, and with his eyes still locked on Cliff. Accepts the handshake.
Troy Miller: Oh, come on!
James Eastwood: I think Cliff of Doom is showing that he respects Wolf once again and I think Wolf respects Cliff of Doom now, too.
The crowd applauds the good sportsmanship between the two men.
“No Leaf Clover” plays again. Wolf holds his head and rolls out under the bottom rope. He heads up his ramps. When he gets to the top of it, Bernard Core meets him. The crowd start to boo.
James Eastwood: Oh, look who it is.
Core stares at Wolf disappointingly.
Troy Miller: Bernard Core is not used to failure but now he has to stare at it in the face.
Wolf stares back with a look of defiance, as if to say “You’re not going to shame me, motherfucker.” Wolf walks away from Core and through the curtain. Core then focuses his gaze on Cliff of Doom, who stands on the second turnbuckle. Cliff points at Core. Core wears a scornful look on his face. Cliff points at himself with his thumb.
Cliff of Doom: That championship is mine, Core! I’m gonna be the champ!
He does the championship belt gesture with his hands.
James Eastwood: Folks, the next time you’ll see us, it’ll be at WCF Revenge live on pay-per-view when Bernard Core and Cliff of Doom go one-on-one to decide who is the Sixth Dimension Champion and The Handler’s greatest creation! For Troy Miller and Sylvia Evergreen, I’m James Eastwood! Goodnight from the Sixth Dimension!
The show is about to end when a production assistant runs down to ringside and whispers in The Handler's ear. The Handler excitedly jumps out of his seat and grabs a mic from Gordon Gould.
The Handler: Cut the music! Cut the music! Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to have to interrupt again, but I've been wanting to make an announcement for the last week but was waiting for confirmation from the WCF Network. I've just been informed that the match for the Sixth Dimension Championship will not take place at Revenge.
The crowd boos.
The Handler: BECAUSE...it's going to happen at the Sixth Dimension's OWN WCF NETWORK SPECIAL!!!
The crowd roars.
The Handler: It will take place right here in the Sixth Dimension Arena live on the WCF Network on September 8! I'm calling it...BEST OF THE BEST!
The crowd cheers. "No Leaf Clover" starts to play again.
James Eastwood: I stand corrected! The next time we'll see you is at Best of the Best on September 8 right here on the WCF Network! What a historic night that is going to be! See you all then!
We get one more shot of Core and Cliff before the show fades to black.
James Eastwood: Good evening, everybody. Before we begin tonight’s broadcast, I’ve been asked to give an update on the conditions of my broadcast colleague and friend Alamo Franklin and Biff Mustache after last week’s attack by…whoever Caleb Ronan mutated into last week. Alamo suffered bruised ribs, a separated shoulder, and a concussion. He is at home recuperating from his injuries. He wanted to come in and announce tonight’s final episode, but he has been ordered by his doctors and by The Handler rest and heal up. Word is that he tried to fight the doctor upon hearing this news.
Eastwood smirks a little bit at that news.
James Eastwood: Unfortunately, Biff Mustache’s condition is not as positive. He has been in a coma since Caleb Ronan put him through a ladder. He is still at the hospital where he is being monitored by his doctors. The other members of the Mustache Family are at his bedside around the clock. His mother released a statement, but it was so profane that The Handler thought it best to not read it on the air. Our thoughts and prayers go with Alamo and Biff and their families and we hope for their speedy recoveries.
The show fades to black. 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, and some are holding signs. “The Heretic Anthem” by Slipknot plays throughout this introduction.
James Eastwood: Tonight, we find out who will compete in the finals to crown the Sixth Dimension Champion!
The cameras cut to James Eastwood, who is now holding a microphone. His voice is broadcast to the entire arena.
James Eastwood: Ladies and gentleman, due to Alamo Franklin’s injuries, I have been assigned a new broadcast partner for tonight. This man was a creation of The Handler from Eternal Wrestling Odyssey, a short-lived promotion that he started with his friend, Gemini Battle. Please welcome, Troy Miller!
“All I Do Is Win” by DJ Khaled plays. Out comes Troy Miller, dressed in a full gray three-piece suit with a look on his face that says “I’m better than all the people here in this arena right now.” He walks down to the ring and to the broadcast table.
Eastwood extends his hand.
James Eastwood: Welcome to The Sixth Dimension, Troy!
Troy ignores the handshake, puts his headset on, and sits down. Eastwood is a little miffed.
James Eastwood: Glad you could be here.
He sits down.
Troy Miller: Of course you’re glad that I could be here. Anybody would be glad for me to be here. I was the best wrestler EWO had and I’m going to be the best commentator the Sixth Dimension will ever have.
James Eastwood can’t believe the ego on this guy.
James Eastwood: Humble much, Troy?
Troy Miller: No, I’m not.
He looks at the camera.
Troy Miller: For those of you who don’t know, my family has been here since the first settlers came to Jamestown, Virginia in 1607 and since then, we’ve risen to the upper echelon of society, amassing wealth and power along the way. A lot of people talk about being in the 1%, but we are the 1% OF the 1%. We have influence just about everywhere- board rooms, courts, governments, you name it, we’ve got our hands in it. When you come from that pedigree, you know you’re the best and frankly, I’m a little insulted that I wasn’t invited in this tournament by The Handler.
James Eastwood: Well, this tournament was exclusively for The Handler’s WCF creations.
Troy Miller: Trust me, if I had been in the WCF, The Handler would have never cut my career short like he did the other guys in this tournament. I’m money no matter where I go.
James Eastwood face suggests that he immediately regrets having to work with this obnoxious punk. He looks into the camera.
James Eastwood: Anyway, let’s break down the championship match scenarios.
A graphic appears on screen, which Eastwood reads to the audience.
James Eastwood: There’s a lot of intrigue surrounding tonight’s matches, the first of which will be Bernard Core vs. Ded Memry. Let’s go to Sylvia Evergreen, who’s with Headmaster Core.
We get a shot of Sylvia Evergreen, who is still noticeably shaken from Biff’s coma, standing with Core in the backstage interview area. The interview is broadcast to the entire arena.
Sylvia Evergreen: Bernard Core, all you have to do is defeat Ded Memry tonight, and you’re in the finals. Any last thoughts before you head out to the ring?
Core condescendingly answers back.
Bernard Core: First, Sylvia, I want to say that it’s been a pleasure to answer your ever so “insightful” questions these last few weeks. By the way, how’s Biff?
He smirks at her while she purses her lips.
Sylvia Evergreen: You know what, I just can’t deal with you tonight.
She slams the microphone into his chest and walks off camera.
Bernard Core: Oh, a consummate professional, I see.
He looks into the camera.
Bernard Core: Ded Memry is an example of one of the biggest illnesses plaguing this country: the identify crisis. Nobody knows who they are anymore. Men identify as women, whites identify as black, some people change who they are on a daily basis! But you, Ded, you don’t know WHO you are. You don’t HAVE an identity. Well, let me help you. Let me give you an identity. I can mold you into an identity that you can be proud of, an identity that is respectable! I mean, look what I did for Dean Wolf! He was just a common junkie, but when he accepted my aid, I turned him into not just a vicious killer but also a man who fights for the sacred values of uniformity and standardization. I can do that for you!
The crowd boos.
Bernard Core: All you have to do is make the sacrifice that Dean Wolf made last week. Forfeit this match to me and become a pupil of The Core Institute. With me as your mentor, you will become the man you’ve always wanted to be. Just look at me. My values, my way of life have led me to great achievement- an NCAA wrestling championship, my own for-profit mentoring service, millions of dollars, the founding of the most prestigious private school in the country, and, very soon, after Dean Wolf beats Cliff of Doom and forfeits the final match to me, the Championship of the Sixth Dimension. My identity is one of success. You can have that identity, too. Of course, if you don’t want it, then I’ll have to show you why I’ve been such a success throughout my life; because when I want something, I do anything to get it. I am ruthless. I am cutthroat. I am vicious, and unless you want to experience that side of me, then I suggest you accept my offer and enter under the wing of my tutelage.
He looks off camera.
Bernard Core: Catch, Sylvia!
He tosses the microphone at her. The camera turns to her as she catches it. She sneers and shakes her head as he walks away.
We get a shot of the arena. “Wing Fortress Zone” plays. Bernard Core comes out. He stands at the top of his ramp with his hands behind his back, surveying the crowd. He walks down his ramp, looking at the fans with disdain.
Gordon Gould: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing the Core Institute, from Albany, NY, weighing in at 225 pounds, Headmaster Bernard Core!
Troy Miller: Out of all the men in this tournament, Headmaster Core is the only one that I respect. He and I both understand that people with money, power, and intellect run things, and the rest of the commoners just follow along.
James Eastwood: Wow, you must be great at dinner parties.
Troy Miller: I’m great at every party.
Eastwood sighs.
James Eastwood: Let’s go back to Sylvia Evergreen, who’s with Ded Memry.
We see Sylvia with Ded. Ded’s got his head down but he looks like he’s psyching himself up for the match. Core’s entrance is still playing in the arena.
Sylvia Evergreen: Ded, you heard Bernard Core’s offer. What’s your response?
Ded slowly looks up at her, a chill running through her body. He speaks slowly.
Ded Memry: Two wins, two losses. The X-factor? Memory Loss. When I’ve it that move, I’ve won. When I haven’t hit that move, I’ve lost.
He looks into the camera.
Ded Memry: And Bernard Core…I’M GOING TO PLANT YOUR FACE INTO THE MAT!
He breathes heavily before continuing, his voice quieter.
Ded Memry: No man molds my identity but me.
He pauses.
Ded Memry: “I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.”
He walks off camera to head to the ring. We cut back to Bernard Core, who is standing in the ring looking very confident.
James Eastwood: If only Bernard Core could hear what Ded Memry was saying, he wouldn’t look so sure of himself.
“Dead Memories” by Slipknot plays.
Gordon Gould: His opponent, from parts unknown, weight unknown, Ded Memry!
Troy Miller: I can’t believe that The Handler would even consider this guy as a contender for his championship. You’re telling me this guy got to be in this tournament but not me?
James Eastwood: Well, why don’t you challenge him after this match and prove you’re better than him?
Troy Miller: I’m not being paid to wrestle. I’m being paid to talk.
James Eastwood: That’s what I thought.
Ded Memry comes running down his ramp. The confident Core quickly realizes that Ded is not going to accept his offer, but rather is coming to the ring to destroy him. He bolts out of the ring as Ded enters it. The music stops. Core does two laps around the ring, Ded chasing him the entire time. Core finally slides into the ring. Ded follows suit but Core meets him with boots to the head and neck. The ref calls for the bell to start the match.
Troy Miller: See? The guy is trying to go after Headmaster Core before the match even begins. That’s who you want as champion?
Core sends Ded off the ropes and throws him with a release overhead belly to belly suplex. Ded lands flat on his back but shoots right up to his feet. The crowd cheers. Core has his back to Ded, too busy gloating. When he turns around and sees Ded on is feet already, Core gets a fright and falls on his ass. He drags himself backwards, pleading with Ded not to come after him. Ded jumps on top of Core and starts throwing lefts and rights at him with reckless abandon. Core pushes him off and tries to crawl away but Ded grabs his boot and drags him back to the center of the ring, continuing with the onslaught of punches. The crowd cheers.
James Eastwood: Ded is leaving nothing to chance tonight!
Ded brings Core into the corner and chops him a few times. He whips Core into the corner and charges at him with a corner clothesline. He repeats this combination five more times until Core finally collapses in one of the corners. Ded immediately puts the boots to the Headmaster until Core finally rolls out of the ring.
James Eastwood: Smart move by the Headmaster.
Ded goes after him and slams his head into ring steps. Core turns around and does a Flair flop right to the floor. Ded whips him into the announce table, where Core collides stomach first with the structure. Ded slams his head into the table. Core falls to his butt.
Troy Miller: Using the table? That should be a disqualification!
Ded continues his offense by whipping Core into the guardrail, where Core collapses upon impact, his back up against it. Ded slides back into the ring to stop the referee’s 10 count. He walks all the way to the opposite end of the ringside area and charges at Core, but Core moves at the last second. The impact of Ded’s knees crashing into the barrier couples with his momentum causes him to flip over the guardrail and into the fans.
James Eastwood: Ded Memry paid for that bit of offense right there!
Core takes a quick breather before reaching over the guardrail and bring Ded back over it with a vertical suplex. Ded yells and holds his back but doesn’t take long in getting up. Core grabs him, puts his head under Ded’s left armpit, grabs and bends his left leg, lifts, and slams his shin into the ring post. He continues to hold on, however, and executes a shinbreaker followed a leg trap overhead belly to back suplex.
James Eastwood: Ded almost landed on his neck!
Troy Miller: I know! Great, right?
Core rolls back into the ring temporarily, but upon seeing that Ded is getting back up swiftly, he heads back outside. He looks at a fan off camera.
Bernard Core: Now it’s time to take him to school!
As Ded gets back up to his feet, Core picks him up with a deadlift German suplex. Ded still tries to get up. Core locks gutwrenches him and throws him with another suplex. Ded still won’t stay down. Core gets one arm around his back and another around his leg. He hits an exploder suplex, which sends Ded into the guardrail.
Crowd: Ooooo!
Ded lands on the left side of his face, his left shoulder, and his neck. Core rolls back into the ring and cockily struts around the ring, practically inviting a chorus of boos.
James Eastwood: Bernard Core is at his most dangerous when he’s hitting these suplexes, and outside the ring, the level of danger goes up.
Troy Miller: From what I’ve seen on TV, Ded loves to fight on the outside. This is right in his wheelhouse!
Ded grabs the guardrail and pulls himself up, a bit spaghetti-legged. Core goes back outside and tosses him with a butterfly suplex. He keeps the double underhook on, floats over, and hits another butterfly suplex onto the hard mats. Core stands back and waits to see if Ded moves. Ded crawls towards the ring and grabs the ring skirt to pull himself up, but before he even has a chance to get to his knees, Core gets him to his feet and lifts him up.
James Eastwood: UNIPLEX! Oh God!
Core backdrop suplexes Ded’s neck and shoulders onto the apron. Ded falls forward to the mat like a stack of bricks.
Core kicks at Ded’s hand to see if he moves. Ded doesn’t respond. Core heads back into the ring. The ref starts a ten count.
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Troy Miller: Here we go. Championship match, coming right up!
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Core looks over the top rope. Seeing Ded still not moving, he holds his arms in the air prematurely.
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Ded pops up to his feet in one swift motion. The crowd pops. Core’s eyes go wide and his mouth is agape.
James Eastwood: It’s like he rose from the dead!
Ded locks his gaze on Core and charges into the ring. Core back pedals. When Ded gets close, Core drops and trips Ded. He mounts Ded and sets him up for an STF, but Ded starts biting Core’s arm.
Troy Miller: Biting?! Where did he train to wrestle?!
Core shoots up to his feet, holding his arm. He stomps back to Ded and grabs his leg, but Ded turns to his stomach and kicks Core to the ground. Both men get up but Ded sends Core to the mat with a clothesline. Core shoots up but Ded sends him back down with another clothesline.
James Eastwood: Ded’s got a head of steam!
Ded gets Core to his feet and whips him into the corner. Upon impact, Core stumbles forward. Ded comes off the ropes and sends him down with a one-handed bulldog followed by a jumping knee drop. He covers.
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Core kicks out. Ded sets up Core for a piledriver but Core backdrops him. Core goes to the second rope and poses before attempting to execute a move, but his delay allows Ded to pop up and double axehandle him in his torso. Core falls back onto the top rope. Ded sets him up for a Muscle Buster. He lifts him, runs to the center of the ring, and falls backward, compressing Core’s neck and shoulders. He goes for the cover.
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Core kicks out. Ded drags him to the corner and slams his head into the top turnbuckle three times. He goes for a fourth slam but Core blocks it and elbows Ded right in the eye. Ded stumbles back, holding his eye. The ref checks on him. Core starts to untie to top turnbuckle pad. Ded angrily marches back over to Core, grabs both feet, and pulls. Core holds on to the pad, still trying to untie it. When he does, Ded falls backwards while Core falls on his face.
James Eastwood: I don’t know if the ref has noticed that the turnbuckle padding is gone!
Ded gets right back up and grabs Core’s hair but Core quickly crawls backwards between Ded’s legs, gets to his feet, and pushes Ded throat first into the exposed turnbuckle. Core schoolboys him and puts his feet on the second rope.
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James Eastwood: He kicked out!
Core is incensed that his underhanded ploy did not work. Ded is now on his stomach holding his throat. Core viciously stomps on Ded’s head. He drags Ded to the center of the ring and locks on an STF. Core has his arm tightly around Ded’s throat.
Bernard Core: Tap! TAP!
Ded is trying to crawl towards the ropes, but with each movement he gets weaker, the arms of Core cutting off his circulation and air. Ded finally stops and appears to pass out. The ref gets on his knees to check on Ded.
Ref: Ded?! Ded?!
The ref goes to signal the timekeeper to ring the bell, but at the last second, Ded grabs the ref arm to the delight of the crowd. The ref waves off the timekeeper. Ded yells and continues to crawl towards the rope.
James Eastwood: He’s like a modern-day Lazarus!
Troy Miller: For a guy named “Ded,” he certainly has a hard time just dying.
He makes one big reach and finally grabs the bottom rope. The crowd cheers. Core holds on to the STF until the referee counts to four. He gets up, frustrated at his inability to put away Ded. He turns Ded onto his back and begins stomping on his throat. He continues the assault by dropping two knees on the throat, pressing his knee up against the throat after the second shot. The ref begins a five count but Core lets up. He signals Gordon Gould to give him a microphone. Gould complies. Core walks over to Ded, who is trying to pull himself up to his feet.
Bernard Core: Ded, you have to see that this is not going to end in your favor.
Ded continues to pull himself up.
Bernard Core: Come on. Let’s end this right now and join forces. I can make you someone you never thought you could dream of! I can make you respectable! I can give you the identity that you TRULY desire!
Ded is now on his feet but his spend. He’s slightly bent over, holding the top rope for support.
Bernard Core: All you have to do is stop this futile attempt at achieving glory, forfeit this match to me, and shake my hand.
Core holds out his hand.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO! NO!
James Eastwood: Enough with this! Just try to win the right way!
Troy Miller: Why do that when you can just bribe people?
Ded looks at the crowd and then back at Core.
Bernard Core: Come on, Ded, what do y---
Ded slaps the mic out of Core’s hands to the approval of the fans. Core becomes enraged. He kicks Ded in the stomach and drops forearms on his neck. He pulls him away from the ropes and goes for an Institutional Slam, but escapes, lands on his feet, and grabs Core.
James Eastwood: MEMORY LOSS!
The crowd goes nuts. Core is laid out. Ded pops for his own move and stomps around the ring, celebrating the victory that will be his as soon as he covers.
James Eastwood: Cover him, Ded! What are you waiting for?!
Ded finally makes the cover.
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James Eastwood: Hey! What the hell?!
Out of nowhere, a fan jumps into the ring. The ref stops the count to deal with the fan. The crowd starts to boo.
James Eastwood: Ded had this match in the bag and this stupid idiot hopped over the guardrail and has now disrupted this match!
Ded looks around to see what’s happening and finally fixes his gaze upon the situation with the fan and the ref. Ded pushes the ref out of the way and starts attacking the fan.
James Eastwood: Oh, no! This isn’t good! The Sixth Dimension could be looking at a lawsuit here! Ded, let the ref handle it!
Troy Miller: I told you, Eastwood. He’s not suitable to be the champion!
Ded pulls the fan’s shirt over his head and gives him some stiff rights to the gut. He throws the fan out to the floor. He follows after him and throws him into the guardrail, driving his knee into the fan’s face over and over again. The ref tries to stop Ded but Ded pushes him away before continuing his assault. Ded pulls the mats back and sets the fan up for a piledriver.
James Eastwood: Oh God! Ded, don’t do this! You’re gonna kill the kid!
Troy Miller: He’s a mad man! He should be in jail!
James Eastwood: He’s blinded by rage!
Right before he lifts, Core comes up from behind him and forearms him in the back of the head. The fan escapes Ded’s clutch. Security finally arrives to take the kid away with assistance from the ref. While this happens, Core gets his arm around Ded’s neck, hooks his right leg, and lifts.
James Eastwood: STANDARDIZATION! RIGHT ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!
Core drops Ded right on his head with his version of a fisherman brainbuster.
Core turns Ded onto his stomach and grabs him in a front facelock. You can tell that Ded is knocked out. Core gets him on the apron and rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope. He gets back in and pulls Ded far enough away from the ropes that he can’t use them for a rope break. He covers, hooking both legs. The ref runs back into the ring and counts the pinfall.
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The ref calls for the bell. The crowd goes ballistic. “Wing Fortress Zone” plays. Core rolls out of the ring, where the referee raises his hand.
Gordon Gould: The winner of this contest, advancing to the finals of the Sixth Dimension tournament, Headmaster Bernard Core!
The standings graphic appears on screen.
James Eastwood: I can’t believe it! Bernard Core somehow manages to pull out a victory when his loss was all but certain! He was saved by that stupid fan!
Troy Miller: “Somehow managed?” Bernard Core would have won that match regardless. He was about to kick out before that fan ran in. I saw it with my own two eyes!
James Eastwood: Give me a break! He was out like a light! He wasn’t winning anything!
Core bends over in exhaustion but then stands straight up and laughs at his good fortune. He heads back up his ramp. He turns around when he gets to the top and raises his arms one last time before heading through the curtain.
Core’s music stops and we get a shot of the referee trying to get Ded Memry to wake up. He motions for medical attention.
James Eastwood: Ded Memry is unconscious right now. What a way to be eliminated from the tournament.
Emergency responders show up. One of the responders puts smelling salts up to Ded’s nose. Ded shakes his head and like a cannon, shoots up to his feet, grabs the ref, and hits him with Memory Loss.
James Eastwood: Whoa! He’s pissed at that ref for stopping the count!
Ded does the same move to both responders.
James Eastwood: Ded, they’re not wrestlers! It’s not their fault!
Troy Miller: He should be tranquilized like an elephant!
A security guard runs in the ring to subdue him, but he gets Memory Loss as well.
James Eastwood: He’s putting down anyone that comes near him!
Another security guard, another Memory Loss.
James Eastwood: This is a shame. This is just a shame. Ded Memry was one more count away from prolonging his life in this tournament. Now, he’s out and he’s got to honor his vow to keep that mask on. Losing the mask was more important than winning the title. Now, he’s just a man unhinged!
Other security guards run down to the ring. They try to crawl on the apron, but Ded charges at them. They scurry down to the floor. They surround the ring.
James Eastwood: You know, Troy, he IS being treated like an animal they want to tranquilize!
Troy Miller: That’s what you have to do when people like Ded Memry get like this. It’s just like these people that protest all over God’s green Earth because they think they’re not being treated “fairly.” Mace them, taze them, tranquilize them, you do whatever you have to do to control the rabble!
James Eastwood: He’s not part of the rabble! He’s a man who is seriously mentally disturbed and has just been screwed out of attaining his goal!
Troy Miller: Oh, boo-hoo! Cry me a river! If he’s mentally disturbed, he belongs in the looney bin with the rest of the maniacs, not out here endangering the lives of ordinary citizens!
Ded looks at the guards surrounding him. He makes a run for it, but the guards swarm him. He fights them all off, kicking and punching at them. He picks up the ring steps and hurls it their way. One guard tries to come up behind him, but Ded grabs him in the sleeper hold.
The Handler: No! Wait!
We got a shot of The Handler walking down one of the ramps.
The Handler: Don’t do it, Ded! It’s not that man’s fault!
He’s now at ringside, cautiously walking towards Ded.
The Handler: Ded, I’m sorry about what happened to you, and if I could change what happened, I would. However, the referee’s decision is final and you are no longer in the tournament; but have lose with him dignity, man! Don’t take it out on some innocent people! Come on, let the man go.
Ded backs up slowly, the guard still in his clutches. The other guards start moving closer to him.
The Handler: Ded, please, I don’t want to see you get hurt! Just let him go and come with me! We can talk in my office. If you don’t want to speak to me, maybe we can find you a professional than you can talk to. Whatever you do, just please don’t hurt any more people!
Ded looks at the situation unfolding around him. He thankfully lets the guard to, hops the guardrail, and runs into the crowd. The other guards are about to chase after him.
The Handler: No! Let him go! Let him go!
The guards back off and check on their colleague. The Handler looks off into the crowd. The camera follows Ded until he can be seen no more. The last shot before commercial is of The Handler, looking into the crowd, disappointment and worry etched on his face. We fade to black.
We come back to a shot of James Eastwood.
James Eastwood: Ladies and gentlemen, right before we came back on the air, I was informed that The Handler is storming around backstage looking for Bernard Core. We’re going to Sylvia Evergreen right where her and her crew are following The Handler. We’ll see if they can pick up anything. Sylvia, what’s going on back there?
We cut to Sylvia Evergreen and the camera crew pursuing The Hander backstage.
Sylvia Evergreen: James, The Handler is on the war path right now and he’s on his way to Bernard Core’s dressing room!
The Handler makes it to Core’s dressing room and opens the door. He finds Core holding a bag of ice on his head. Core shoots up out of his seat.
The Handler: What the hell was that?!
Bernard Core: What are you talking about?
The Handler: First, you paid off Caleb Ronan to cost Biff Mustache a match and now you’ve paid some random kid to do the same to Ded Memry and get you in the finals.
Bernard Core: Hey, I’ll wholeheartedly admit that I paid off Caleb Ronan, but this one wasn’t me. This was just some idiot fan who wanted his 15 minutes of fame.
He goes to walk away but The Handler blocks him.
The Handler: Yeah, right. Let me tell you something. I’ve had it up to here! This is still MY show and I’m not going to have you ruin any more matches with your bullcrap!
Bernard Core: And you better listen to me! After Dean Wolf beats Cliff of Doom and forfeits the Sixth Dimension Championship to me, this is going to be MY show, so you better watch how you talk to your future champion!
The Handler glares at him, trying to hold in his anger. He storms off, Core looking indignant as he watches The Handler walk away.
We come back to a shot of James Eastwood and Troy Miller.
James Eastwood: I feel like I’ve been saying this sharing this sentiment a lot over the past few weeks, but this has been a crazy night already. We have found out who the first participant will be in the final match of this tournament for the Sixth Dimension Championship, Ded Memry reacted to his loss by assaulting a number of medical and security personnel, and The Handler is accusing Bernard Core of paying off a random fan to interfere in his match against Ded Memry; and knowing Bernard Core, I don’t doubt that he did it.
Troy Miller: Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty in this county? Then again, even if you are guilty, you can pay your way out of it.
He snickers. Eastwood stares at him.
James Eastwood: I bet you can.
He looks back at the camera.
James Eastwood: Anyway, let’s get ready for our final contest of the round robin portion of the tournament. Like I said, we already know that Bernard Core will be in the final match. Now, it’s time to see if he’ll face his protégé Dean Wolf, or the man he has called a thorn in his side, Cliff of Doom. For both of these men, this is almost not about the championship. This is about their boiling hatred for each other. They have been attacking each other back and forth ever since this tournament began. Cliff of Doom doesn’t respect Dean Wolf and Dean Wolf resents Cliff for calling him Bernard Core’s “lap dog.” Before this match begins, let’s go to some pre-recorded comment from both men.
We go to Wolf’s promo first. He is standing in front of a backdrop with the Sixth Dimension logo on it.
Dean Wolf: A lot of people have been asking me for the past week if I’m going to forfeit the championship match to Bernard Core if I beat Cliff of Doom tonight. My answer is that I’m not concerned about that right now. The only thing I’m concerned with is kicking the shit out of Cliff of Doom. You see, he’s been on my case these last few weeks, questioning whether I’m still the same ass kicker I’ve always been, questioning my association with Headmaster Core, and questioning my manhood. Cliff of Doom better be careful what questions he asks because he might not like the answers that he gets.
He takes a few breathes through his nose.
Dean Wolf: Last week, Cliff of Doom revealed that he was inspired to become a professional wrestler after watching my performance at War XIV. Well, he’s going to end up looking back on that night as the worst night of his life, because that’s the night he signed his death warrant. When he told me that I was the inspiration for his career, I didn’t feel sentimental about it. I didn’t feel any bond between him and I. You know what I felt? I felt pity. I felt sorry for him, because when he decided to become a professional wrestler, he was deciding to enter MY sport, and it was only a matter of time before he and I finally crossed paths. Well Cliff, we’ve crossed paths many times throughout this tournament, but tonight is the night where it finally counts for something, and I get to do things to you that I’m not legally allowed to do outside of this arena.
He pauses again.
Dean Wolf: I’m going to hit you so hard in the face that your wife won’t be able to recognize you anymore. I’m going to injure you so bad that you’re going to wish that instead of staying up that night to watch War XIV, you had just gone to bed early. You want me to seek the wolf? Well, you’re going to be sorry when the Wolf seeks- and destroys- YOU!
We cut right to Cliff of Doom, who’s in front of the same backdrop. He’s all fired up.
Cliff of Doom: You know, Dean Wolf and I are just about the opposite in every way, but the biggest difference between he and I is he’s not fighting to win this tournament. HE’S not fighting to win the Sixth Dimension Championship. He’s fighting for SOMEBODY ELSE to win this whole thing, and it’s a shame because he has all the talent in world. He might even have more talent than me, but he’s wasting that talent by fighting for that prick, Bernard Core; a greedy, evil, selfish man that only cares about what he wants and will use anybody and anything to get it.
He pauses.
Cliff of Doom: Now, do I want to win this tournament? Yeah. Do I want to win the Sixth Dimension Championship? You’re damn right, I do; but I’m not doing it for me. I’m doing it for everybody BUT myself. I’m fighting for my wife so that she can have the kind of life she’s dreamed about. I’m fighting for the children we want to have so that I can provide for them once they come into this world. I’m fighting for all the fans who don’t want to see Bernard Core take over professional wrestling and ruin it.
He pauses as he thinks of the next person he’s fighting for.
Cliff of Doom: And now, I’m fighting for Biff Mustache, a man that I never thought I’d become friends with; but when I fought him the first week of this tournament, you know what I saw? I saw a guy who worked hard. I saw a guy who wanted to win. I saw a guy who never gave up, who never quit. I saw a guy who, behind all the jokes, is a serious competitor and a good guy, and I respect him because of that.
He starts to breath heavily through his nose.
Cliff of Doom: Now, I couldn’t stop whoever the hell that monster was from doing what he did to Biff last week, but I’ll tell you what, that is the last time I fail in this tournament.
He stares straight into the camera.
Cliff of Doom: Today's the day, Wolf! This thing has been brewing since day one. One of us has got to give and in won't be me!. I didn't give when I got fired from my teaching job. I didn't give when people laughed at me for working at CVS. I didn't give when you and Bernard Core beat me down in the middle of the ring and I'm not the one that's gonna give today! To paraphrase you, "There's only three ways I'm leaving this match: A- Dead. B- The winner. Or C-...All of the above."
We go back to a shot of the arena.
James Eastwood: Troy, aside from the finals, this may be the most anticipated match of this entire tournament. Let’s go to Gordon Gould for the introductions.
“SO SEEK THE WOLF IN THYSELF!”
“Of Wolf and Man” by Metallica plays. Wolf steps out onto his ramp and looks at the crowd with hate in his eyes.
Gordon Gould: This contest is the final match of the round robin portion of the Sixth Dimension Tournament. The winner will advance to the finals to face Headmaster Bernard Core. Introducing first, representing The Core Institute, from Albany, NY, weighing in at 220 pounds, Dean Wolf!
James Eastwood: His task is clear: beat Cliff of Doom.
Troy Miller: I don’t think he had to be told twice.
James Eastwood: Seeing how much he hates Cliff of Doom, I don’t think he had to be told once.
A mix of howls and boos fills the arena. Wolf slaps the floor, yells, and marches down to the ring. He rolls in under the bottom rope and climbs up onto the second rope, yelling “Comply or Die!”
The lights go out. The crowd starts to cheer. “No Leaf Clover” by Metallica plays.
Gordon Gould: His opponent, from Selden, NY, weighing in at 218 pounds, Cliff of Doom!
Cliff yells at the top of the ramp. He walks down the aisle, enters the ring, stands on the second rope, and lets out another scream as Kirk Hammett’s solo begins.
James Eastwood: Cliff of Doom has had some setbacks in his life, but he has never given up. If Wolf wants to beat him tonight, he’s going to have to kill him.
Troy Miller: Oh, boo-hoo. Who cares how much he’s bounced back from his setbacks? You know what would be more impressive? If he never had any setbacks to begin with.
James Eastwood: Well, not everybody’s as privileged as you are.
Troy Miller: No kidding.
The music ends. The ref is standing in the middle of the ring with his arms out, hoping to keep Cliff and Wolf apart before the bell rings.
James Eastwood: I do not envy the referee tonight.
Cliff and Wolf circle each other as anticipation builds for the bell to ring. Finally, the ref signals to start the match. The crowd pops. Both competitors come bolting at each other. The ref wisely moves out of the way. Both men start throwing wild right hands at each other. The crowd goes nuts.
James Eastwood: And here we go!
Cliff gets the better of the exchange. He sends Wolf off the ropes but it’s reversed. Cliff ducks a clothesline, comes off the opposite ropes, and hits a running single leg front dropkick. Wolf quickly gets up but Cliff sends him down two more times with the same move. Wolf gets up a third time but Cliff kicks him in the gut and sends him down with a fisherman neckbreaker. He covers.
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Wolf kicks out. Cliff immediately comes of the ropes and hits his double stomp/back senton combination. He covers again.
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Wolf kicks out. With Wolf on his hands and knees, Cliff hits a basement dropkick. The force of the kick sends Wolf under the bottom rope to the outside. Cliff follows, drives Wolf back first into the ring post, and then throws him into the guardrail.
James Eastwood: Cliff is bringing it to Wolf!
Cliff props Wolf up against the guardrail and chops him in the chest twice. Wolf stumbles away but Cliff pushes him into another ring post.
Troy Miller: Cliff has to be just as vicious as Wolf if he even wants a chance at winning, which he doesn’t.
Cliff gets Wolf back in the ring and climbs the top rope. He attempts a double axe handle but Wolf punches him in the stomach. He takes advantage by throwing Cliff into the ring post shoulder first. He gets Cliff against the turnbuckle and chops him in the chest. He attempts an Irish whip but Cliff reverses it. However, Wolf reverses it again and whips Cliff towards the same corner. Cliff grabs the top rope and shoots himself up. Wolf charges and gets caught in a headscissor. He grabs Cliff’s ankles and breaks free from the hold, sending Cliff over the top rope. Cliff lands on the apron. Wolf goes for an elbow strike, but Cliff hits a step up enzigiuri first. Wolf falls to the mat and is crushed by a slingshot senton. Cliff pulls him away from the ropes and covers.
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Wolf kicks out and Cliff traps him in a chinlock. Wolf gets to his feet and elbows out of it. He sends Cliff of the ropes and tries a clothesline. Cliff avoids it and comes off the opposite ropes, but Wolf is ready with a knee lift to the gut. Cliff flips forwards onto his butt and Wolf hits a running boot. He covers.
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Cliff kicks out. Wolf holds Cliff in a front face lock. He knee strikes Cliff in the head. Cliff gets to his feet, grabs Wolf around the waist, and executes a beautiful Northern Lights suplex.
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Cliff kicks out but Wolf immediately hits him with a Junkyard Dog style headbutt. He poses to boos from the crowd. Wolf flips them off and makes a rude gesture with his arms. He turns his attention back to Cliff and goes for a vertical suplex. Cliff escapes it and lands on his feet behind Wolf. He clutches him in a waistlock but Wolf throws an elbow. Cliff falls out to the apron but avoids falling to the floor. He gets to his feet. Wolf charges at him, but Cliff pulls down the top rope. Wolf spills out of the ring but grabs the top rope. He pulls himself onto the apron. Cliff hits him with a right hand and then chops Wolf in the chest two times. Wolf continues to hold onto the top rope, so Cliff starts hitting a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The crowd counts along with each one. After seven, Cliff winds up for one last kick.
Crowd: …oooooooooo…
Cliff kicks Wolf as hard as he can and the dean finally falls to the floor. The crowd applauds Cliff. Cliff gets back in the ring and stands in the middle, waiting to strike. The crowd knows what’s coming and begins to rise. When Wolf makes it to his feet, Cliff comes of the ropes, runs across the ring, and soars over the top rope.
James Eastwood: CLIFF DIVE!
Cliff crashes down onto Wolf and immediately gets to his feet. He runs up the ramp. Waits for Wolf to get to his feet, sprints, and sends Wolf soaring back into the edge of the apron with a double front leg dropkick.
Crowd: Ooooo!
Cliff gets up and yells. He throws Wolf into the ring steps and charges, but Wolf moves out of the way. Cliff thinks fast. Instead of crashing into the steps, he hops off the top step with one foot and then lands with both feet on the guardrail. Wolf turns around but Cliff meets him with a corkscrew senton. The crowd pops.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
James Eastwood: You say Bernard Core is the best athlete in this tournament, but I think the best athlete is the guy you’re looking at right now!
Troy Miller: Why, because he’s using parkour to try and win a match? Matches are won in the ring, not the outside!
Cliff drapes Wolf under the bottom rope. He goes for the springboard apron legdrop, but Wolf moves out of the way. The back of Cliff’s knee hits hard on the edge of the apron and he falls to the floor. He attempts to get back up while holding the back of his left knee, but Wolf runs up from behind him and clips the knee. Cliff yells out in pain.
Troy Miller: Dean Wolf just found fresh blood!
Wolf stalks Cliff as he tries to stand up. With the back of the knee exposed, Wolf stomps on it, causing Cliff to yelp in pain again. Wolf follows it up with a kick to the ribs and then a boot to the side of the face.
James Eastwood: A brutal strike to the face!
Wolf rolls Cliff back into the ring. He follows and kicks Cliff in the ribs two more times as Cliff tries to get some space between the two. On the third kick, Cliff grabs Wolf’s foot. Gets to his feet and smacks Wolf across the face three times, but Wolf breaks Cliff’s hold and elbow smashes him in the face. Cliff collapses.
Troy Miller: Well, it was a nice story, Cliff. To bad it has to end.
Wolf picks Cliff up by the hand and proceeds to punish Cliff with Retention, the short arm elbow and short arm clothesline combination. Every time Cliff falls, Wolf hold on to his arm, pulls him back up and hits the combo again. After the last one, he makes the cover.
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Cliff kicks out. Wolf sits Cliff up and starts delivering clubbing forearms across Cliff’s face. He then body scissors Cliff and gets a hold of a chin lock. He leans back to apply more pressure to the hold. Cliff struggles to keep himself upright. Eventually, he starts putting his effort into uncrossing and then separating Wolf’s legs. The crowd claps to motivate Cliff. When the legs are far enough apart, Cliff somersaults back and has Wolf in a pinning combination.
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Wolf is forced to let go of the chinlock so that he can escape the pin. Cliff quickly shakes the cobwebs and comes off the ropes. Wolf falls to his stomach. Cliff hops over him and comes off the opposite ropes. Wolf throws the mobile Cliff over the top rope, but Cliff gets his head tangled up between the top and second rope. While he dangles on the apron, struggling to break free (with the referee’s assistance), Wolf punches Cliff in the head to the extreme disapproval of the fans. He kicks at his torso as well. Finally, the ref is able to release Cliff, who falls like dead weight to the floor.
James Eastwood: Cliff could be in serious trouble here.
Wolf goes outside. He presses Cliff up and clotheslines him on the guardrail. The fans yell at him. Some even give him the finger. Wolf shouts at one fan in particular “Fuck you!” He heads back into the ring to break up the ten count.
James Eastwood: Wolf cares about nothing but the Core Institute. He’s got tunnel vision, and right now it’s to his benefit.
Cliff grabs the guardrail and tries to pull himself up with great effort. Wolf tries to go back outside, but the ref stops him. Eventually he slides out of the ring, sprints half the distance around the ring, and spears Cliff right into the barricade like a train hitting a car that’s parked on the tracks.
Crowd: Ooooooo!
He wastes no time in dragging Cliff back into the ring. He sends Cliff of the ropes and clotheslines him on the top rope with a Stun Gun. Cliff stumbles backward and lands on his back right in the middle of the ring. Wolf sits on his chest and hooks both legs for the pin.
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Cliff kicks out. Wolf goes ballistic that his murderous offense was not enough to put Cliff away. He leans down and grabs Cliff’s face.
Dean Wolf: That’s it! I’m putting you fucking down for good you son of a bitch!
Wolf takes a few steps back and waits for Cliff to get to bent position. He heaves and grits his teeth, barely able to wait for the right to strike. Cliff makes it to his feet and is in the right position for Wolf to come off the ropes and hit the Security Breach running knee lift, which he does to perfection. The only problem is that instead of falling, Cliff stumbles backwards and falls through the first and second rope. Cliff manages to stay on the apron and not fall to the floor.
James Eastwood: I don’t know if Cliff meant to do that, but he just bought himself some time.
Troy Miller: Only problem is that time always runs out.
Wolf is exasperated at the fact that his chance to end the match with Detention has been delayed. He reaches over the top rope to grab Cliff but Cliff delivers a shoulder to his cut. He slingshots himself over Wolf. Wolf turns around. Cliff runs at him but Wolf throws him over the tope rope. Cliff lands on his feet. Wolf doesn’t notice at first as he walks away from the ropes. When he turns around, Cliff hits a springboard head scissors take down.
James Eastwood: Has he found his way out? Is he back in the game?
Cliff leans against the turnbuckle and waits for Wolf to get to his feet. When he does, Cliff charges and hits another running double front leg dropkick, which sends Wolf soaring into the corner and onto his ass. Cliff picks him up and hits a hangman’s neckbreaker. Wolf if in the perfect supine position for Cliff to jump up to the top rope and hit a frogsplash. He covers.
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Wolf kicks out. Cliff gets him up and slams his head against the top turnbuckle followed by a chop to the chest. He Irish whips Wolf but it’s reversed and Cliff slams into the corner. Wolf charges but Cliff gets his foot up, which connects with Wolf’s gut. Wolf is bent over and takes a few steps back. Cliff hops up to the second rope and attempts a Canadian Destoyer, but Wolf stops the move midway through and slams Cliff into the corner with an Alabama Slam.
Crowd: Ooooooooo!
Cliff falls forward but Wolf grabs his head and starts striking it with his knees over and over again. He mercifully stops and holds Cliff by the chin. He sneers at him and pushes him into the ropes. Cliff bounces off the ropes and moves forward. Wolf spins around for Detention.
Troy Miller: Here it comes!
Cliff miraculously ducks the clothesline and Pele kicks Wolf. The crowd cheers. The ref starts a double ten count.
James Eastwood: Who will make it up first?
Wolf makes it up to his feet first. He waits for Cliff to get to his. When he does, Wolf goes for Detention again. Cliff ducks again but this time lifts Wolf up for a wheelbarrow facebuster. He covers.
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Wolf kicks out. Cliff gets him up and whips him off the ropes, but Wolf reverses course and sends a knee lift into Cliff’s stomach. Cliff flips onto his butt again. Wolf comes off the rope and charges with a running boot but Cliff grabs the leg and somersaults backwards, causing Wolf to land on his face. Cliff turns Wolf onto his stomach and tries to apply the No Leaf Clover, but Wolf boots Cliff in the head repeatedly. Cliff is finally able to grab the other leg and executes a jackknife pin.
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Wolf kicks out. Both men shoot to their feet. Wolf tackles Cliff into the corner. Wolf backs up a few steps before charging. Cliff gets a boot up that hits Wolf in the face. Wolf stumbles back. Cliff hops up onto the second rope. Wolf charges again but Cliff jumps over him. Wolf stops himself from colliding with the turnbuckles and turns around. He runs towards Cliff but is lifted into a fireman’s carry and brought down with a double knee gutbuster. Cliff covers.
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Cliff lifts Wolf and crotches him on the top rope. He looks at the crowd and signals for something big. He climbs to the top and gets Wolf to his feet. Both men are now standing on the top rope. He drapses his arm around Wolf’s chest and tucks his head under Wolf’s arm. Wolf saves himself by elbowing Cliff in the head. He holds onto Cliff, puts his arm around his neck, and tucks his head under his arm. He hooks the right leg and lifts, sending him and Cliff down to the mat with a super fisherman buster.
Crowd: Oooooo!
James Eastwood: Wolf may have taken himself out with that move!
Both men are holding their necks and the backs of the heads, but Wolf crawls over and makes the pin.
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Cliff kicks out. The crowd pops. Wolf grabs Cliff in a front face lock and gets him to his feet. Cliff pushes him away and kicks him in the midsection. He sets up for the Doomerang but Wolf blocks it and punches Cliff in the abdomen. He sets up for the Hall Sweep but Cliff elbows him in the back of the head. He scoops Wolf up for the Doomstone, but Wolf wiggles free and pushes Cliff into the ropes. Cliff answers back with a handspring back elbow. He hops through the ropes to the apron and hits a springboard 450. He covers.
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Wolf kicks out. Cliff is exhausted but he pulls Wolf up to his feet. He tries for another handspring back elbow but this time, Wolf catches him and tosses him with a dragon suplex. The top of Cliff’s head bounces off the mat but he lands on his feet and stumbles back into the ropes. Wolf charges and sends both of them over the top rope with a Cactus Clothesline. Both men are laid out on the floor. The ref starts a 10 count.
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James Eastwood: Wolf if starting to get up!
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James Eastwood: Cliff is stirring!
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Wolf climbs up onto the apron. Cliff is on one knee and pulling himself up.
Troy Miller: Here we go! An all Core Institute final!
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Wolf is about to go through the ropes.
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Out of nowhere, Cliff superkicks Wolf and collapses. Wolf crumbles off the apron and down to the floor as well.
James Eastwood: Get up, Cliff!
10!
The ref calls for the bell. The crowd starts to boo.
James Eastwood: Oh, don’t tell me that’s how this whole tournament ends!
The ref walks over to Gordon Gould and tells him his decision. Then, Gould addresses the crowd.
Gordon Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, both men have been counted out, therefore this contest is a draw!
The crowd boos even louder.
Troy Miller: Wait, does that mean neither of them advance? Is Bernard Core the Sixth Dimension Champion?
James Eastwood: No! There's got to be some kind of tiebreaker! Core can't just be GIVEN the title!
“Show Me How to Live (T-Rray remix)” begins to play.
The Handler walks out to ringside. The music stops and he orders Gould to make an announcement. The crowd comes to a hush the Gould puts the microphone up to his mouth. By this time, Cliff and Wolf have crawled back into the ring and are slowly making their way to their feet.
Gordon Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed by The Handler that a tiebreaker match between Dean Wolf and Cliff of Doom will begin RIGHT NOW!
The crowd pops.
Gordon Gould: Furthermore, in this match, there will be NO DISQUALIFICATIONS and NO COUNTOUTS!
James Eastwood: Alright!
Troy Miller: What a horrible decision!
The crowd pops even louder.
The Handler tells the ref to start the match and takes a seat in the timekeeper’s area. The ref calls for the bell and the two competitors start the match they way they started the previous one- by wildly going punch for punch. This time, Wolf gets the better of the exchange. He sends Cliff of the ropes. Cliff ducks the clothesline and hits a crossbody, but Wolf rolls through and sends Cliff over the top rope with a fallaway slam. Cliff lands hard on the apron and falls to the floor.
Crowd: Oooooo!
Wolf immediately goes to the outside and tosses Gordon Gould out of his chair. Wolf picks it up and walks over to the supine Cliff. Wolf goes to hit Cliff but Cliff sits up and grabs the chair while at the same time pushing Wolf away with his two feet. Wolf lets go of the chair and falls back. Both men get up. Cliff goes to hit Wolf with the chair but Wolf blocks it and kicks Cliff in the stomach. He gets control of the chair as Cliff bends over in pain. Wolf hits him in the back with the chair. Cliff yells and falls to his knees. Wolf hits him in the back with the chair again and Cliff falls on his face. Wolf continues the assault by ramming the chair three times into the back of knee that was injured previously.
James Eastwood: Those chair shots are about as legal as a wristlock.
Wolf looks at the ring steps and gets an idea. He drops the chair and pulls the ring steps closer to Cliff. He removes the top step and props Cliff’s injured leg on top of the second step. Then, Wolf holds the top step above his head and prepares to crush Cliff’s leg between the two steps.
James Eastwood: Oh no! This could end the match right here!
Troy Miller: Do it, Wolf, do it!
Cliff swiftly moves his leg out of harm’s way and pushes the bottom step into Wolf’s shins, causing Wolf to fall forward and smack his face on the top step. The crowd pops.
James Eastwood: Quick thinking by Cliff.
Cliff takes a few seconds to get up. He limps around to try and get some feeling back in his leg. When he’s satisfied he rolls Wolf back into the ring and starts to slowly climb to the top rope. However, he takes too much time and when he finally gets to the top, Wolf makes it to his feet and crotches Cliff onto the top turnbuckle.
Troy Miller: He took too long, Eastwood.
Wolf punches Cliff in the head a few times and then goes out to the apron. He looks down at the broadcast table.
James Eastwood: Wait, why is he looking this way? What’s he thinking about here?
Wolf ascends the ropes and tucks his head under Cliff’s right arm. He gets his left arm around Cliff’s waist and lifts, back suplexing Cliff right through the broadcast table. James Eastwood and Troy Miller escaped just in time.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
James Eastwood: My God! Wolf just backdropped Cliff from the top rope right through our broadcast table. Troy Miller and I just barely made it out before the impact! Both men are splayed out on the floor in front of us.
Wolf slowly gets up. Cliff is not moving at all. Wolf drags him up to his feet and drags him into the ring. He drags Cliff right to the middle of the ring so that he has no chance of getting a rope break. Wolf covers.
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Cliff kicks out. The crowd goes wild. Wolf just falls to his back. He pounds the mat before getting to his knees. He heads outside and gets the chair that he previously used. He opens it up and places it in the center of the ring. He gets Cliff in a fireman’s carry position in order to hit a Death Valley Driver on the chair. Cliff elbows Wolf in the head a few times and gets to his feet. He lifts Wolf pulverizes him on the chair with a Blue Thunderbomb. The chair flattens.
Crowd: Ooooooo!
Cliff covers.
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Wolf kicks out.
Cliff sets Wolf up for a piledriver onto the broken chair. Wolf tries to counter it with an Alabama Slam but Cliff turns that into a sunset pin.
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Wolf kicks out. They both get to their feet quickly. Cliff charges and Wolf tosses him over the top rope. He lands on the apron. Wolf turns around. Cliff springboards off the top rope but Wolf catches him and hits the Hall Sweep onto the chair.
Crowd: Ooooooooo!
Wolf covers.
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A sense of relief comes over the crowd and Wolf yells at the ref, holding up three fingers.
Dean Wolf: That was three, you fucking asshole!
James Eastwood: I really wouldn’t want to be the ref facing the wrath of Wolf during a no DQ match!
Troy Miller: I hope that ref’s life insurance policy can pay for his funeral.
Wolf frustratingly goes out to the floor. He lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a table. The crowd stirs. Wolf unfolds the legs and stands it up near the corner. He turns around to grab Cliff but Cliff sweeps the legs and locks in the No Leaf Clover.
James Eastwood: He’s got it locked on!
Wolf crawls toward the table and grabs one of the legs, trying to pull himself and somehow power out of the hold. Suddenly, Cliff’s injured knee gives way and he collapses to the mat. He holds the knee in pain. Wolf writhes in pain on the ground as well, holding his shin. He sits himself up and seethes at Cliff. He determinedly gets up, pulls Cliff up by the hair, and throws him over the table.
James Eastwood: If Cliff is put through another table, that’s got to be the end of it!
Wolf crotches Cliff onto the top rope. He climbs up to the second rope and double chickenwings Cliff’s arms. He then stands on the second rope and lifts Cliff up. Cliff tries to wiggle free. Wolf resists but is quickly losing the battle. Finally, Cliff uses his heel and drives it into Wolf’s left quadricep. Wolf lets him go and falls onto the top turnbuckle. Cliff lands on his feet and kicks Wolf in the face with a CCS Enzuigiri. He grabs Wolf before he can fall back and climbs to the top. He stands Wolf up onto the top turnbuckle. The crowd rises, knowing what’s coming next. Cliff moonsaults with Wolf in his clutches.
James Eastwood: CLIFFHANGER!
Both men go crashing through the table, with Wolf taking the impact of it on his back. The crowd goes crazy. Cliff pushes one half of the broken table out of his way and cover, hooking the leg. The crowd counts along.
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The crowd can’t believe it.
Cliff pushes himself up to his knees and shakes his head. He gets up and walks back towards the corner. He sets up for a superkick. Wolf slowly gets to his knees. Cliff doesn’t wait any longer. He goes in for the kick, but Wolf dodges it, lifts Cliff up on his shoulders, and hits a Burning Hammer onto one of the broken halves of the table, Cliff’s head, neck, and shoulders going through it.
Crowd: Ooooooo!
Wolf covers.
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3- NO!!!!!!!!
James Eastwood: How did he kick out of that?! How in the HELL did he kick out of that?!
The crowd’s excitement is at a fever pitch. Wolf has now lost all control. He pounds the mat, grabs the ref by the collar and yells at him, and kicks the ropes. He kneels down beside Cliff, grabs him by the hair, and yells in his face.
Dean Wolf: I’m fucking ending this now! I’m going to put you out of your goddamn fucking misery RIGHT NOW!!!
He takes a few steps back. Cliff gets to his feet in a bent position. Wolf runs at his with all the speed he can muster and hits the Security Breach. Cliff falls to his side. He gets back up to his knees as Wolf gets himself ready for Detention. Cliff motions with his hand for Wolf to bring it. He gets to his feet and Wolf spins. Cliff blocks the clothesline and kicks Wolf in the stomach. He lifts him up for the Doomerang but Wolf catches the leg and spins Cliff around. When Cliff makes a full rotation, Wolf finally gets off his finishing move.
James Eastwood: DETENTION!!!
Cliff gets turned inside out but lands on his feet. Wolf is stunned, which allows Cliff to hit a quick superkick. Both men collapse to the mat. The crowd has now gone psychotic.
James Eastwood: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! :clap clap clap clap clap: Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! :clap clap clap clap clap:
James Eastwood: Fans, did you see what I see?! Cliff got knocked inside out by that Detention discus clothesline but had the wherewithal to land on his feet and hit one last ditch superkick to stay in this match!
Both men are knocked out on the ground. They each crawl towards separate ropes and pull themselves up. They turn around at the same. Wolf runs at Cliff and attempts Detention again hits another superkick first. Wolf stumbles back, bounces off the ropes, and moves toward Cliff. Cliff attacks again.
James Eastwood: ANOTHER SUPERKICK!!!
Wolf bounces off the ropes again. Cliff grabs him and lifts him up.
James Eastwood: DOOMERANG!!!!
Troy Miller: Oh God, Wolf, get a move off! Something! Rakes his eyes! Hit him below the belt! Something!
Cliff holds his knee. Wolf bounces off the ropes again and moves towards Cliff. Cliff grabs him again.
James Eastwood: ANOTHER DOOMERANG!!!!!
Cliff favors the knee again. Wolf sags lower into the rope but still stays up. The momentum sends him back into the arms of Cliff, who scoops him up.
James Eastwood: DOOMSTONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With Wolf finally down, Cliff covers and hooks both legs. The crowd counts along.
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The crowd pops so loud that it makes the arena shake. “No Leaf Clover” plays. Cliff falls onto his back. The ref raises his hand.
Gordon Gould: The winner of this contest, advancing to the final match of the tournament, CLIFF-OF-DOOOOOOM!!!
James Eastwood: If there was one match to decide who would go to the finals, that was it! That was like watching the Yankees and the Red Sox go 11 innings in the ALCS!
Cliff gets to one knee and holds the back of his head. He walks over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, holding his other arm in the air. By this point, the ref has tried to help Wolf up but Wolf pushes him away. He gets on one knee and also holds his hand with one hand. While Cliff poses, gets to both feet, and slowly walks towards the corner. Cliff comes back down to the mat and turns around to see Cliff waiting for him. The music stops. A hush comes over the crowd.
James Eastwood: What now? The match is over. No more. Please.
Cliff walks over to Wolf. They stare at each other, Cliff sternly while Wolf still has a slight sneer.
Troy Miller: Come on, Wolf, tag him one more time. Get your money’s worth.
Cliff puts out his hand. Some fans gasp. Wolf looks down at the hand, not sure what to do. The crowd shouts at him to shake Cliff’s hand.
Troy Miller: Don’t do it, Wolf. There’s no such thing as a gracious loser, just plain old losers.
Finally, Wolf looks up at Cliff, stares for a few more seconds, and with his eyes still locked on Cliff. Accepts the handshake.
Troy Miller: Oh, come on!
James Eastwood: I think Cliff of Doom is showing that he respects Wolf once again and I think Wolf respects Cliff of Doom now, too.
The crowd applauds the good sportsmanship between the two men.
“No Leaf Clover” plays again. Wolf holds his head and rolls out under the bottom rope. He heads up his ramps. When he gets to the top of it, Bernard Core meets him. The crowd start to boo.
James Eastwood: Oh, look who it is.
Core stares at Wolf disappointingly.
Troy Miller: Bernard Core is not used to failure but now he has to stare at it in the face.
Wolf stares back with a look of defiance, as if to say “You’re not going to shame me, motherfucker.” Wolf walks away from Core and through the curtain. Core then focuses his gaze on Cliff of Doom, who stands on the second turnbuckle. Cliff points at Core. Core wears a scornful look on his face. Cliff points at himself with his thumb.
Cliff of Doom: That championship is mine, Core! I’m gonna be the champ!
He does the championship belt gesture with his hands.
James Eastwood: Folks, the next time you’ll see us, it’ll be at WCF Revenge live on pay-per-view when Bernard Core and Cliff of Doom go one-on-one to decide who is the Sixth Dimension Champion and The Handler’s greatest creation! For Troy Miller and Sylvia Evergreen, I’m James Eastwood! Goodnight from the Sixth Dimension!
The show is about to end when a production assistant runs down to ringside and whispers in The Handler's ear. The Handler excitedly jumps out of his seat and grabs a mic from Gordon Gould.
The Handler: Cut the music! Cut the music! Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to have to interrupt again, but I've been wanting to make an announcement for the last week but was waiting for confirmation from the WCF Network. I've just been informed that the match for the Sixth Dimension Championship will not take place at Revenge.
The crowd boos.
The Handler: BECAUSE...it's going to happen at the Sixth Dimension's OWN WCF NETWORK SPECIAL!!!
The crowd roars.
The Handler: It will take place right here in the Sixth Dimension Arena live on the WCF Network on September 8! I'm calling it...BEST OF THE BEST!
The crowd cheers. "No Leaf Clover" starts to play again.
James Eastwood: I stand corrected! The next time we'll see you is at Best of the Best on September 8 right here on the WCF Network! What a historic night that is going to be! See you all then!
We get one more shot of Core and Cliff before the show fades to black.
