Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:27:36 GMT -5
12/24/18 A Very Merry Slam Live From The WCF Arena In Reading, Pennsylvania
Scott Slayer vs Adam Young
The opening contest of the night saw Adam Young use his best veteran tricks to take the early advantage against Scott Slayer, fully using the five count by the referee as he stomped away at the legs as Slayer held the bottom rope several times, but it was a reversed attempt at a low blow that changed the course of the match. Slayer finished the match after hitting Anarchy Rising and then a Falling Ash off of the 2nd rope.
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:28:55 GMT -5
Freddy Whoa: We've had some interesting matches and some fun chaos up to this point, ladies and gentlemen, but the night has merely begun!!
Zach Davis: Indeed!! We are a week away from the biggest pay-per-view that WCF has to offer, and everyone is making their arguments to be on the card!! You have to wonder what management is going to do for the car…
The opening chords of “Uprising” by Muse fills the arena as the lights go dark. “ORDO AB CHAO” is displayed across the Dubtron, written in barbed wire. Multiple green, blue and red spotlights filter about the arena, falling on a single space on the entrance ramp. A hooded figure steps out into the light, his arms lifting up to form an X above his head. He grabs his hood as his arms drop, revealing the pleasured smirk on his face.
Freddy Whoa: HE'S HERE!! THE RUMORS ARE TRUE!!
Zach Davis: JAICE WILDS IS IN THE WCF!!
Wilds nods as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, bouncing side to side to slap fives and dole out handshakes to the fans. As he reaches the ring, he takes a moment to stare into the ring, the light widening. He charges up, leaping between the top and middle ropes and rolling up to his feet. He runs to the nearest turnbuckle, jumping to the top rope and crossing his arms above his head again. The crowd responds in kind, filling the arena with chants of “X-TREME! X-TREME!” as Wilds drops from the turnbuckle. “Uprising” fades as Jaice is handed a microphone. He takes a moment to look about the arena, nodding with a grin as the crowd continues to chant for the Agent of Chaos. He raises the mic to his lips, a deep breath.
Jaice Wilds: WHAT THE FUCK IS UP, P-A?!?!
The crowd roars, Wilds laughing as he drops his mic to his side. He allows the crowd some time to settle, raising the microphone back to his lips.
Jaice Wilds: It feels good to be back in WCF!! Ya boi has been itching for a fight, and he knows just the place to have that big return. Unfortunately, all my attempts to cull a match against a certain fellow veteran have gone unanswered. I challenge him on social media, not a peep. Get his agent’s number, hit him up. No word back. I get here early tonight to wait on him… And he sneaks in another door. So it looks like challenging the “Greatest Of All Time” means getting into this ring, in front of all these people, in front of these cameras, and simply calling out Adam Young in his home.
The crowd cheers as Wilds looks dead into the nearest camera, leaning in.
Jaice Wilds: Adam. I know you see me, I know you hear me; get out here and face me like a m…
“The Supervillain Theme” plays over the PA, Slam interim General Manager Stephen Singh stepping out to a chorus of boos. Wilds looks perplexed, walking over to a turnbuckle and laying across it. Singh stays his position, not amused by the Xtreme Aerialist.
Stephen Singh: Janice. Boy, you really know how to make a scene. It's sad, really; you have all the potential in the world, and choose to squander it on childish antics and self-depraving mannerisms. How unbecoming.
Wilds shakes his head, a chuckle. He looks to Singh, a raised brow.
Jaice Wilds: Funny. You look just as washed up as Adam, but you lack a certain charm.
The crowd laughs along with Wilds, Singh nodding and allowing a chortle. He looks to Jaice, stern.
Stephen Singh: Janice, allow me to clear the air. Adam Young already left the building. And no, it has nothing to do with you being here. He had a match, fulfilled his obligations, and was welcomed to excuse himself to a night on the town. And as far as your challenge is concerned, the management has decided that you will NOT be booked against Mr Young at One.
Boos reign down from the sold-out arena, Wilds rolls his eyes. He drops from his perch, walking to the ropes nearest Singh and resting his free arm on the top rope. Irritated, he responds.
Jaice Wilds: So Young is letting his daddy speak for him now?? Typical. If you don't want your precious lapdog to look bad on the grandest stage in the business, far be it from me to change your mind.
Stephen Singh: You're treading thin enough ice as it is, Wilds. I would suggest you stop while you're behi…
Jaice Wilds: Singh-apore. Legit talk. I respect you. I mean, you knew you couldn't cut it between the ropes anymore, so you jumped into a management role. I got mad love for your brilliant career move. Same for Corey; boy knows he's going downhill, so he steps back and takes a role in creative. Good moves!! But see, guys like me and Adam, we know we got something left. We know we still have a few good matches, a few main event battles, a few big title goals in mind. The difference between us, though, is that I refuse to debase myself. Yeah, I got offered the multi-million dollar contracts, too. But I read the fine print, Stevie Wonder; and I wasn't spending the next three to five years giving relevance to starving rookie talents who may or may not even be around after a month or two. Oh, but Adam, the GOAT, he'll sell out. He'll lower himself, shit on his own legacy, for a couple thousand bucks a match.
Stephen shakes his head, lifting his free hand.
Stephen Singh: Now you just hold on a damn minute…
Jaice Wilds: Naw, Singh-a-long, YOU hold the fuck on. I won't bow down to the corporate puppet masters who want to use me for some intermittent up-and-comers. I'm THE goddamn main event, and that's what I came back to prove. I chose Adam Young, not because I need HIM. I challenged Adam Young because I wanted to remind him who the fuck he used to be. I wanted him to fight for himself, to fight for his legacy, to have a chance to live up to the moniker of Greatest of All Time. But like a good little bitch, he prefers to walk away and let daddy decide his place. Adam Young, ladies and gents. The Greatest Sellout Of All Time.
The crowd roars, chants of “Adam Sellout” emanating from all points. Stephen shakes his head, an eye roll. He looks perturbed to the ring, at a very cocky Wilds.
Stephen Singh: Are you quite finished, Janice??
Wilds smirks, an eye roll of his own as he motions for Singh to take over. Stephen, with a look of irritation, raises his mic.
Stephen Singh: Boy, I tried to like you. I really did. I heard you were signing up with the Dub again, and I wanted to see if you could hold your weight. Problem is, you went above me. How in the hell you managed to get an in with the Board of Directors, I will never understand. But the contract THEY signed means that you are, officially, under the WCF banner once more. And I'm just ecstatic about that whole “debut match at One” clause. It just tickles me the way you decided to mock me rather than to call me and discuss your options. On the flip side, tho; I won't complain about the rather sizeable cut you took to sign this one. I didn't think you were worth what they offered anyways.
Wilds with a cocky smirk, nodding as the fans boo. Jaice raises his free hand, shushing the crowd.
Stephen Singh: In any case, Child, I will make sure you have your match at One. I might let you have someone you consider worthy of your station… or I might sign you against a Harry Potter book. I don't know for certain. What I do know, Wilds, is that you have officially gained my ire. And for that, you will be very, very sorry. Now, I have concluded the official business I needed to handle… do yourself a favor and find a seat with these peasants in Reading. Or leave, I don't care. Just get the hell out of my ring so I can keep giving these people the show they paid to see.
“The Supervillain Theme” plays as Singh walks out of sight, Wilds muttering under his breath. He looks up the entrance ramp for a moment before shaking his head, rolling out of the ring and joining the fans.
Zach Davis: Jaice Wilds has allowed his ego to get the better of him, and Stephen Singh is going to make him rue this day.
Freddy Whoa: Wilds is an anarchist, Zach. What do you expect? He clearly stands with the people over the business class; let the man be the hero they want.
Zach Davis: Yeah. Hero. Until Singh books him against a 3rd Grade Math class. How's he going to be perceived after kicking in the teeth of a bunch of 9 year olds, Freddy??
Freddy Whoa: Singh wouldn't go that far. Would he??
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:30:41 GMT -5
John Rabid vs El Gran Grande Devorador De Planetas Gigantesco Behemotho
Zach Davis: Tonight sees the in-ring return of one of the most dangerous men to ever set foot in the squared circle, longest-reigning Television Champion, former World Champion, former Tag Champion, and for a brief time, owner of WCF!
Freddy Whoa: All that and more, if you believe the rumors, Zach! But either way, William -- I mean El Gran Grande -- faces a formidable opponent in his former employer!
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see John Rabid standing tall; arms outstretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as John's name appears on a Slam Graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's John hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the boo's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and waving his hapless opponent on with a cocky smirk on his face.
Kyle Steel: First to the ring…hailing from London, England; at a height of six feet, two inches and weighing in at two-hundred, twenty-six pounds -- JOHN RABID!!!!
Zach Davis: You know, Freddy, I thought for sure we were done with this guy after he up and quit as owner, relegating the company and it's assets to Corey Black.
Freddy Whoa: Not a chance in hell, Zach. WCF gets under your skin, and you never can quite shake the habit -- but seeing him return on the arm of longtime rival Bonnie Blue, that was the real shocker!
“Making a Difference" by CFO$ blasts over the PA. El Gran Grande very slowly rushes onto the stage and obnoxiously raises his hands up while screaming.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent… from, uh, Spain City, Spain; standing six-foot-eleven and weighing in at five-hundred, seventy-three pounds -- EL GRAN GRANDE DEVORADOR DE PLANETAS GIGANTESCO BEHEMOTHO!!!!
He, again very slowly, skips down the ramp while shouting words he thinks are Spanish at the crowd who boo him in response. Finally he very slowly rolls into the ring and lifts his hands up and screams in Spanish. The crowd boo even louder as El Gran Grande gets ready in the corner.
Zach Davis: Rabid's giving up over three hundred pounds in this matchup -- but he more than makes up for it in veteran experience and just plain viciousness!
Freddy Whoa: That may be true, Zach, but El Gran Grande can be unpredictable in that ring.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Zach Davis: El Gran Grande starts things off with a clothesline attempt -- but Rabid dodges and delivers a kick to the back of the knee!
Freddy Whoa: That can't feel good! The Behemoth staggered, and the Ripper takes full advantage with an enzuigiri that rocks El Gran Grande’s skull!
The Behemoth struggles to keep his footing and lurches forward with a mighty head butt that forces his opponent back. Unfazed, Rabid answers with a stiff right, a stiff left, grabs El Gran Grande by the wrist, and launches him toward the ropes!
Zach Davis: Whip by Rabid to the ropes, and the Behemoth rebounds. Lariat!
Freddy Whoa: Rabid ducks behind El Gran Grande! Inverted frankensteiner! Behemoth is down and an early cover!
Zach Davis: El Gran Grande gets the shoulder up and shoves the Serpent away as he gets back to his feet. Sizing Rabid up now…
Freddy Whoa: Taking too long, though! Rabid with a missile dropkick that puts the Behemoth on the mat again! He follows up with a shooting star press and another cover!
Zach Davis: And a solid kickout at two! El Gran Grande a little wobbly as he gets to a knee and John Rabid is giving him zero time to recover!
Freddy Whoa: Look at the strength of John Rabid! He's got the Behemoth up -- German suplex! But he doesn't release! He's lifting him up for another!
Zach Davis: And a third one! I don't believe it! Triple German suplexes on a man more than twice his weight!
Freddy Whoa: No cover this time, though! A savage kick to the ribs as Rabid demands that El Gran Grande get back up and fight!
Another kick to the midsection; over and over in an assault the forces El Gran Grande to cover up. As the barrage continues, the Behemoth digs deep and finally catches Rabid by the ankle!
Zach Davis: El Gran Grande getting the upper hand now as he returns to a vertical base, still holding onto Rabid’s ankle!
With an inarticulate shout of rage, Grande sends Rabid crashing into the turnbuckles! He charges right in!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Big corner splash from the Behemoth!
Now El Gran Grande presses his advantage, raining down heavy blows on his cornered opponent.
Zach Davis: Referee Zip Wingdinger moving in to break it up, warning Grande away from the corner! And Grande isn't having it! He turns on the official with a clenched fist!
Freddy Whoa: And here comes the Ripper! With the Behemoth distracted, Rabid rushes in -- spinning heel kick!
Zach Davis: I think all it did was piss El Gran Grande off!
There's murder in his eyes as he turns to face his attacker. He nails Rabid with a hard clothesline that sends the comparably smaller man to the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: Rabid down, and now it's Grande with the pin!
THR -- NO!
Zach Davis: Kickout! Rabid back to his feet and Grande may be in trouble here! Rabid with a firm grip on the Behemoth’s throat! What in the world does he think he's going to -- ?
Freddy Whoa: Chokeslam! John Rabid promised to make an example of the Behemoth tonight, and that's exactly what he's doing!
Rabid hauls El Gran Grande upright again and the crowd rains down boos as he signals for his finisher!
Zach Davis: He’s got Grande into position, and here it comes! KINGDOM DESTROYER!
Freddy Whoa: That's it, fans! The cover is just a formality at this point!
*DING! DING! DING!*
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon sounds through the arena as John Rabid hits the turnbuckles, to pose for a booing crowd. Casting one last disdainful look at his fallen opponent, he rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back.
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:34:23 GMT -5
James Wolf vs Matt Draven
Take another shot at me
I love the way you
As "Love The Way You Hate Me" by LIKE A STORM hits the arena's PA system, the fans look up towards then stage while the various spotlights strobe along to the beat of the song. Faint cheering from isolated groups of fans already being heard.
I don't care if I'm not good enough for you
I don't care if I don't live the life you want me to
I don't care what you wanna think of me
WIth the song continuing, the isolated cheers became a collective as a man walked out from backstage and out into the full view of the people. Once he had roughly made it to the center of the stage, the man darted forward and dove into a forward roll before popping bac k up to his feet just shy of the top of the ramp. Pausing long enough to pluck a few items of company merchandise from the cargo pockets on his shorts, the man soon made his way down the ramp to the ringside area. A bit of pep in his step as she tossed the items in random directions out to the nearby fans.
Kyle Steel: "Making his way to the ring from Washington D.C. at a weight of two hundred and eighteen pounds, MAAATT DRAAAAAAAAVEEEEEEN!"
With his identity now revealed to the people, Matt continued to throw free merch out to the crowd while he walked around the outside the ring. Of course he would high-five a few fans along the way as well. He wasn't an unhumble fool after all. Regardless, after he had made it all the way back to the bottom of the ramp, Matt faced the ring before darting towards it with an impressive burst of speed. After sliding in underneath he bottom rope, Matt sprang up to his feet just so he could run across the ring and leap up onto the second turnbuckle. Still riding the short adrenaline rush from his sudden sprint, Matt threw his arms up and back as he leaned forward. A primal scream escaping his lips to further excite the crowd for the upcoming bout. Once he had completed his silly indulgent absurdity, Matt hopped down from his perch and began any last minute prematch stretches that came to his mind as he waited for the match to begin.
In the arena darkness shrouds the audience as a multicolored cracked, and frosted skull comes into view with the caption below written in big bold 3D lettering which is also multi colored so you can view it. It says "Never Retreat, Never Surrender" as soon as that fades out we can see strobe lights flickering. Suddenly we hear a drum solo before the guitar riff's lead into Avenge Sevenfold's Nightmare as live footage of the band playing Nightmare is also cut in with the matches of James Wolf. We then get rapid fireworks pyro going off that are meant to mimic gun shots. As the light's slowly come up to where we can see what is on the stage we see James Wolf standing atop of the stage in silver shades with blue lenses, a brown leather jacket, and a black short sleeved shirt with a black pirate skull, which is covered partially by the leather jacket he has on. Torn blue jeans, and brown leather pull on wrestling boots. As the music continues a close up camera comes right up to him to give the production crew a different view. Seeing this we can tell James Wolf looks pissed off, and she shoves the close up camera back as it spins some where in the distance. James then gives then faint hint of the smile before his expression goes back to being serious. He looks upon the ring he is fixing to enter.
As he gets half way down the ramp the lights then raise up completely as James can see the audience before him. He can hear the boos as they try to humiliate him by booing him out of the building, but it doesn't work as James looks around, and then he acts like he is going to physically attack the audience but he stops short giving them a smirk continuing to walk the rest of the way down to the ring.
When he gets to the ring he walks up the ring steps where Kyle Steel is there to make his introduction. We hear the following from Kyle Steel.
Weighing in at 250 lbs, and representing the whole fucking world! Here is James Wolf!
James enters the ring as Kyle Steel makes his exit. James then goes over to all four corners of the ring climbing up, and raising his left arm. He gets a chorus of boos from every side, and this doesn't phase James at all. He is use to this reaction. When he is finished he then goes to the center of the ring waiting for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Southaven, Mississippi…JAMES WOLF!!!!!
Zach Davis: Here we go, Wolf versus Draven, should be a good one.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah it should, James is out of the gate and the bell hasn’t even rung before he started taking it to Draven.
Wolf darted across the ring and speared Draven into the corner where he stood. Quickly he began to land a series of boots to the midsection of the prone in the corner Draven, driving the man down to the ground, only stopping for a moment to yell at his opponent before landing a few more kicks. The ref pulls Wolf off who throws his arms up in celebration as the ref checks on Draven, who is slow to pull himself back to his feet.
Zach Davis: Looks like the ref is calling for the bell and we are going to get this thing underway.
Freddy Whoa: Pretty gutsy call here by Draven being willing to continue on with the match after the vicious opening before the bell.
The bell sounds and Wolf rushes at Draven who grabs the top rope, and gets both feet up to nail Wolf square in the face. The man stumbles backwards and wolf is quick to mount the middle rope of the corner and leap off hitting Wolf with a diving neckbreaker from the middle rope. He is quick to go for the cover and the red drops down for the count.
Zach Davis: James just got the shoulder up, and Draven is in full control.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah but he is hurting, he’s grabbing those ribs that took a beating before the start of this one.
Draven pulls James to his feet and drives him back with a chop, followed by another one. He grabs Wolf’s arm and sends the man on the run with the Irish whip. On the rebound James ducks a clothesline, hits the far ropes and on the next rebound slides under the legs of Draven. As Draven turns James hops to his feet kicks the man in the stomach and delivers a quick snap DDT in the middle of the ring. He flips Draven over and sloppily covers the man.
Zach Davis: I think both men are hurting, James is first to his feet though and ready to punish Draven who is clutching those ribs.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah Draven is hurting and James is like a wolf who smells blood.
Zach Davis: You mean shark.
Freddy Whoa: Shark wouldn’t be as clever given the situation.
Wolf scoops up Draven and slams him with a quick scoop slam before dropping a knee to the man’s face. For a long moment, Wolf takes in a deep breath and gets his bearings. He Draven to his feet, leads the man to the corner and proceeds to slam his face off the top turnbuckle ten times as the fans count out each blow. Smiling, James let’s Draven stumble out of the corner before grabbing his around the waist and hitting a belly to back suplex on Draven. James stands over Draven for a moment then delivers a standing moonsault on the man with a cover.
Zach Davis: Jesus. James is just in full control right now, he’s literally ragdolling Draven.
Freddy Whoa: He clearly had a plan and it’s working right now.
James pulls Draven to his feet. As he goes for the head of Draven, the man lands an elbow, then another, followed by a kick. Draven rushes the ropes, jumps onto the middle rope and spring boards off landing a drop kick on the surprised James. Draven is quick to his feet but clutching his ribs as James takes his vertical base. Draven hits the ropes again and lands a flying back round kick to the face of Wolf. Draven rolls to his feet and heads for the corner.
Zach Davis: I have a feeling we are about to see something big here from Draven.
Freddy Whoa: He has to know that if he doesn’t end it here, those ribs are not going to let him go much longer.
Draven gets to the top rope, raises both arms over his head and then leaps off, but Wolf rolls out of the ring, and Draven hits the mat squarely with a Draven Effect. Wolf rolls in, and takes advantage as he hooks Draven up and delivers a Reign of Terror to the man in the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: It’s over, no way Draven gets up after that.
Freddy Whoa: Draven isn’t even moving.
James walks over kneels down next to the man then proceeds to lay down against the man as the ref counts the pin.
Zach Davis: Did you see that? He just layed against him like he was a fucking wall or bench or something, I’m sorry pardon my language but James showed no respect in this match whatsoever.
Freddy Whoa: James has said he will do whatever it takes to win, and tonight he did just that.
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:38:39 GMT -5
Non-Title Match Dayton Miles/Jeremiah Locke vs Estrella Luiz/Edwina Lockheart
Kyle Steele: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is a non-title tag team match, and it is scheduled for one fall!
The house lights go dark. A male voice comes over the loudspeaker and says the following:
"And now...a man whose music defies genres and boundaries...an artist who is the voice of his generation...he hails from Greenwich Village but tonight is from the Reading music scene...ladies and gentlemen...DAYTON MILES!"
A spotlight shines on Dayton Miles, who's at the top of the aisle with his guitar.
Dayton Miles: I'd like to play a new song I’ve written.
Miles strums the first few chords of John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads,” much to the dismay of the paying customers of the WCF Arena.
Dayton Miles: Almost Heaven… West Virginia… Blue Ridge-
Miles’ song is interrupted by an attack from behind…
FROM JEREMIAH LOCKE!
Zack Davis: THE GENTLEMAN ATTACKING HIS OWN TAG TEAM PARTNER HERE TONIGHT!
Locke grabs Miles by the collar and knees him in the face. Locke then looks around on the ground, finding the microphone that Miles was using.
Jeremiah Locke: There will be no tag team match tonight. The Gentleman does not succumb to the rules of Mr. Corey Black. He is a lone wolf. A..
He looks down to Miles, who is on one knee now.
Jeremiah Locke: A solo act, if you will.
Locke drops the microphone and picks up Miles’ guitar. The Gentleman stalks Miles as he rises to his feet.
Once Dayton is standing, Locke sprays Miles with green mist, sending Miles wobbling. As Miles turns back around, Locke rears back with the guitar and crashes it over his head.
Locke takes one last look over his destruction, then leaves as medical personnel swarm Dayton Miles, who is laid out on the stage.
Freddy Whoa: And it would appear as though our match is going to be called off! Let's go to commercial and see if we can get things under control!
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:40:46 GMT -5
Zach Davis: What an incredible night that we've had so far, Freddy. ONE is looking to be one of the biggest in recent memory. I'm just wondering what wlse can happen tonight?
Freddy WHoa: You said it, Zach.
"Killed by Death" Hits the PA system.
Reading breaks out into chaos.
Freddy Whoa: Is - is that ZMAC?
Zach Davis: These fans are going insane. it must be.
"Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. The Guitar and drums kick in and play up as the crowd search for ZMAC. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shows ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.
Fans: If you squeeze me lizard, I’ll put my snake in you. I’m a romantic adventure and a reptile too.
He stands there with his back turned to the ring with his arms out in a ‘T’ pose. He turns to face the crowd as he takes a few steps down the aisle way.
Fans: Easy! Easy!
He pumps the crowd up as they go rabid for the Coked UP Mad Man who reaches into his pulls out a vial of cocaine and snorts it.
Fans: The only time I’m gone be easy is when I’m.. KILED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring.. from the Big Easy.. He stands six feet, six inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is the Coked Up Mad Man.. ZZZOOMMMBIE… MCMORRR-IISSS!
Fans: I’m a lone wolf ligger but I ain’t no pretty boy!
Fans swarm him as he takes beer after beer and chugs them; getting some all over his face and chest. ZMAC is in a sea of “Dove Killah Certified OG’s” as the fans lift him up and body surf him down to the crowd barrier.
Fans: KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH!
He jumps the barrier and slides into the ring. ZMAC takes to the adjacent turnbuckle and taunts the crowd before taking off his jacket and throwing it to the towards the time keeper. The Honey Badger has arrived.
ZMAC takes the mic from Kyle Steel.
ZMAC: OH shit! Its ya boi, O' Z, O no .. O yah baybhee and I'm cummin at chu live for the of k-k-kummin at chu LIVE and Reading, make some mother fuckin noise up in here! Ya see, ya boi been up on twittah watching the Dub hand them beanz to some two toed, ball sack lookin twerp named Lord Raab and he went and done did himself sumthin dirty. Like, cheesy dirty. This skeezy, yella, punk ass bitch went and old ya boi that he only accept challenges in the ring. Welp. Here I am. Took Pantheons private plan from Pantheon West in Hawaii and crash fucking landed like forty-five minutes ago, got the arena and here I am. Ya boi, Honey Badger in the flesh, pale ridin till I'm pale ridin till the pale ridah cant ride no mo. So, Lord Raab, you think you can run ya dick holstah to the Coked Up Mad Man and not pay the absolute ultimate price? You see, I'll be at ONE, gettin paid. Cross promotions and the such. You, you aint even on the card till ya boi showed up in Reading TWO FUCKING DAY to tell you - not challenge, but fucking TELL THIS DUMB MUDDAH FUCKAH that at ONE, we fightin in an old skool WCF Death match. I'd say a clock work orange match but Jay Price might get jealous up in here. He thinks that I aint iced people before. That ugly mofo don't know that Old Z done ended more careers than Ebola. He don't know what Ol' Z can do up in this ring but he's about to. Lord Raab, you're punk ass aint got a mother fuckin choice. I'll drag you out from that sad existence you have and beat you half to death at Well Fargo just because I can. Deuces Bitch!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! ZMAC just challenged Lord Raab at ONE to a Death Match for bragging rights.
Zach Davis: ZMACS crazy but Lord Raab might be as equally crazy.
"Killed by Death" hits the PA again as ZMAC throws the mic down, slides out of the ring and disappears into the crowd.
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:45:51 GMT -5
Torture, Cairo and Slickie Stones On The Line Samuel McPherson vs Mischa Killings
Zach Davis: After losing the tag team titles last week The Monstimals have been on a warpath. They haven't made any friends and have angered most of the roster.
Freddy Whoa: So what Zach. The Monstimals don't need any friends. They just want everyone to know they got a raw deal.
Zach Davis: They think they got a raw deal.
Freddy Whoa: You want to tell Samuel McPherson or Lord Raab to calm down?
Zach Davis: I'll pass. But it is questionable about whether Samuel's anger is going to help or hurt him tonight against Mischa Killings. Winning the Torture, Cairo and Gravedigger Stones tonight would be great for her career.
Freddy Whoa: And I don't know if Samuel can take another loss after last week.
"White Rabbit" by Jefferson Airplane blasts over the arenas PA system and the fans erupt into boos as Mischa Killings makes her way to ringside.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Torture, Gravedigger and Bobby Cairo stones! Introducing first, the challenger..Weighing in at 120 pounds...MISCHA KILLINGS
Mischa enters the ring and removes her long trench coat before draping it over the ring cable in the corner.
Zach Davis: What an opportunity for this young competitor. A win here makes her one of two stone holders. That's a great position to be in.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent
Animal I have become by Three Days Grave plays but Kyle can't get out another word as Samuel McPherson rushes the ring!
Freddy Whoa: He's not waiting for any kind of bell! He immediately boots Mischa right in the skull!
Samuel stares at the referee who is trying to warn him off. Killings pulls herself to her feet the bell sounds and McPherson levels her with a vicious spear! He grabs both hands around the throat of Killings and starts to choke the life out of her.
Zach Davis: I don't know about you Freddy but it looks like Samuel is even more aggressive then usual!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That's a scary thought.
Samuel lifts Killings up by the throat and tosses her effortlessly into the corner. He stares at the referee again as he's trying to regain control. Then charges in knocking Micha over the top rope with a vicious clothesline!
Zach Davis: Samuel is not giving Killings a second to recover either. He rolls right out of the ring and slams her hard on the concrete floor.
Freddy Whoa: A more dangerous Animal is not what the WCF universe wants.
Samuel shoots Micha into the ring post before tossing her back into the ring. He shoots her off the ropes going for a backdrop.. countered into a sunset flip!
Samuel throws a wild elbow.. but it's ducked. Dropkick! Dropkick! Dropkick! Samuel staggers back as Mischa unloads with a series of hard kicks to the kidneys and back.
Zach Davis: Now this is more what Killings needs to do. Use her speed advantage!
McPherson drops to a knee as Killings bounces off the ropes.. and right into a spear! Henry Losak at ringside screams at Samuel.. who drops a knee on the throat of Killings while biting her.
Freddy Whoa: This is sick. The Animal is taking out all his frustration on Mischa tonight. He drags her to her feet then lifts her up in a bear hug! Whoa! He slams her hard into the corner. The ring moved on impact there!
Samuel backs off leaving Mischa laying on the turnbuckles in the corner. Samuel charges but Mischa slips out of the way and rolls him up.
Zach Davis: Samuel easily kicked out and then immediately and viciously choke slammed Killings. He drags her up.. second choke slam!
Freddy Whoa: The referee should probably consider stopping this. Third chokeslam! Now he lifts the near lifeless Mischa Killings off the mat and plants her with the always impressive. Animal Kill! A man of that size executing a vertrebreaker is scary!
Kyle Steele: Your winner of the match, defending the Stones.. is Samuel McPherson!
Zach Davis: The Animal Samuel McPherson might have found a new level of violence here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: I can't wait to see what he does at One.
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:52:23 GMT -5
Non-Title Match Kennedy Matthews vs Alex Richards
This match saw the current WCF Hardcore Champion squaring off against one of the four participants in the World Title Match at One. Richards was able to keep his momentum going, defeating the Hardcore Champion and adding to his list of recent big wins, which include victories over Odin Balfore and Bonnie Blue.
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:54:45 GMT -5
Zach Davis: Now, folks. As you may recall, last week we got a pretty controversial statement from one Noble Savage.
Freddy Whoa: Yes, she basically spat in the face of WCF Management by refusing to participate here tonight, and you know why?
Zach Davis: Because she thinks she's too good to face the opponents they've been choosing for her.
Freddy Whoa: So, this would have been the slot in which we'd be introducing her and her opponent for the next ma--Whoa!
Freddy Whoa is interrupted by the sound of rolling thunder. Lights get bright and start flashing white with purple in the arena, the stage fills with Grey smoke and the Carpenter Brut organ intro to the song "Dance Macabre" by Ghost begins.
Zach Davis: Speak of the devil!
Freddy Whoa: And there she is!
The full song kicks in, and out comes Noble Savage almost dragging her feet, walking effortlessly and looking around at the crowd.
Zach Davis: She's wearing jeans and a leather jacket, she's not here to fight.
Freddy Whoa: She's got a microphone in her hand, Zach.
Zach Davis: She's been very vocal lately, I'm not surprised.
Savage stands center stage and looks around slowly, then shakes her head and brings the microphone up to her lips as the music dies down.
Noble Savage: I... Will no longer... Be held back!
Noble Savage begins walking down the ramp.
Noble Savage: I had Jayson Price trying to hold me back by throwing his toughest competitors my way, and one by one I defeated them! Even when they threw the world Championship crowd at me, Mikey, Bonnie, Odin... I always came out on top...
Zach Davis: Can't argue there.
Freddy Whoa: But why is she out here? I thought she said she wasn't gonna show up tonight.
Noble Savage: They threw me in the war match and I still proved I could not be held back! Now Bonnie Blue and Alex Richards seek my help to stay afloat, so that they could remain relevant in the wake of destruction, so that they can take credit for the hell I'm unleashing on WCF, but in the process they hold me back!
Noble Savage has now arrived at the ring and climbs in.
Noble Savage: I will no longer be held back! I was given this burden of carrying a team that can't get the job done on their own, all under the guise of fighting side by side with the great Time Witch... Only to be held back! By their dead weight, and to be held back by the insolence of office that oppresses them. I used to think the enemy of my enemy is my friend but now I know the enemy of my enemy is an enemy still, and THAT was a lesson I tough learned in these past weeks.
Zach Davis: I'm assuming she's referring to Bonnie with that.
Freddy Whoa: Don't assume, Zach. When you assume you make an ass out of Uma Thurman.
Zach Davis: That's not how it goes.
Noble Savage: So now I'm not only being held back by the ineptitude of upper management, but also being weighed down by the incompetence of my fellow Guardians... It's time to shake it off... It's time to put my foot down and tell Jayson Price, and tell Corey Black, and tell Stephen Singh... That I am not some Rookie trying to prove herself... I am Brandi Noble! I am the cleric of balance, and they way things are right now, I see every thing except balance! That's a wrong I'd like to right. I may not be the chaotic claymore that is Brandi Noble, but I agree with her one hundred percent! I deserve better... I deserve more... I deserve a one on one title shot at One, and those who lost, DO NOT! Yes I'm looking at you, Alex! You did not win war, therefore you have not earned a title shot at One! But speaking of those who lost at War, Bonnie Blue you lost at War as well, and the only reason you got another opportunity is the very woman you are looking at standing in the middle of this ring... ME! I got you another chance, and I got you a guaranteed win! I placed that belt on your hands, and Odin is now so bitter that he lost, he wants his rematch, on MY stage, in MY RING, AND ON MY NIGHT! Well, I tell you this... You better be thankful that I haven't let the Savage out because--
"La Carcacha" by Selena plays through the arena and the crowd seems quiet and confused.
Freddy Whoa: Who the hell is this this now?
Zach Davis: I dunno, Fred, I think it--
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That's a whole Lotta woman!
A big 300 pound woman steps through the curtain, eating a massive burrito.
Zach Davis: That's Sarita Negro... Jesus christ I haven't seen her in a long long time!
Freddy Whoa: Last time I saw her, you were being pulled out of her ass crack with a crane.
Zach Davis: Tequila was involved, get off of me.
Freddy Whoa: You should've said that to her and that whole situation would've been avoided.
Sarita Negro makes her way to the ring now and enters. Noble Savage is maintaining full eye contact without moving a single inch, just analyzing every breath and blink that Sarita Negro makes.
Sarita Negro stands across the ring from Noble Savage waiting for the bell to ring.
Freddy Whoa: Now I understand even more why Noble Savage was so furious. I wouldn't wanna face Sarita Negro either.
The bell rings and Sarita Negro walks to the center of the ring, imposing her greater size as a threat to Noble Savage. Instead of meeting her in the center of the ring, Noble Savage backs up and leans against the turnbuckle with her head down.
Noble Savage: You guys are really gonna make me do this?
Freddy Whoa: I forgot she still had that microphone, I just realized that.
Sarita Negro is in the center of the ring waiting for Noble Savage to come out of her corner. Sarita is talking trash in Spanish while Noble Savage is chuckling, looking away from her and shaking her head.
Noble Savage calmly sets the microphone down on the mat, under the turnbuckle. She cracks her knuckles and slowly turns around, dragging her feet while staring at the floor and getting closer and closer to the menacing figure in the middle of the ring that is Sarita Negro.
Zach Davis: Let's be honest here, Freddy. Noble Savage's monumental rise to the Main Event picture in WCF, has effectively forced her to bypass the entire midcard. She thought she deserved more than she had, from the start. She went from Rookie to War Winner to number one contender in a couple of months, and now she seems to have forgotten that in spite of all her success, she is still in a lower tier of seniority. Is she arguably one of the best in the business? Yes! Is she as good as she says she is? Unfortunately. Yes. Is she championship material? Yes... All yes, yes, and yes... But you can't forget, she is still new, she still needs to build a--
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! How the fuck?! Just how the FUCK?!
Zach Davis: Was that an over the head belly to belly suplex on the 300 pounder?!
Freddy Whoa: I don't think Sarita has ever been suplexed like that! She's all sorts of confused right now.
Sarita indeed has a look of wide eyed perplexity and fear on her face as she grabs the ropes to try to help herself up. Noble Savage now runs and uses Sarita's back as a trampoline to execute a high angled Tomb Seeker!
Freddy Whoa: TOMB SEEKER on the hard part of the mat, Jesus!
Sarita's head bounces off the canvas, with blood projectiling from her nose like a geyser. Sarita is unconscious, and Noble Savage pulls her heavy body toward the center of the ring. Seeing as she cannot drag the heavy weight, Noble Savage starts rolling Sarita.
Noble Savage finally has rolled Sarita to the center of the ring but she has her facing down.
Zach Davis: She has to roll her over if she wants to pin her shoulders to the mat. But this match is as good as over.
Freddy Whoa: Was it even a match? I mean look at how much blood is coming out of Sarita. This is a slaughter. I didn't even know the human body had that much blood in it, there's a river coming out her head. It's like someone killed a pig.
Noble Savage tries to roll Sarita over more but it proves more difficult without leverage. Noble Savage now, instead, mounts the back of the downed Sarita Negro, and starts pounding away with vicious closed fists to the back of the head. Noble Savage's intensity increases, as if the irresponsiveness of Sarita infuriates her.
Zach Davis: By Gawd! Did she just bust her open? I think she busted her open!
Freddy Whoa: I think that's her face bleeding from the Tomb Seeker.
Zach Davis: No, Fred. The back of her head is now busted open as well! Noble Savage just cracked her skull with her bare fists!
Freddy Whoa: And she's still pummeling!
Punch after punch, Noble Savage repeatedly beats on the back of Sarita's head. The referee comes in and grabs Noble Savage's hand to stop her but Noble Savage shoves him away and continues. Noble Savage's fists dripping with blood now from Sarita's head and with each swing, we see more and more slimy blood reddening the hands of Noble Savage.
The referee goes to stop Noble Savage once again, this time Noble Savage gets up and off Sarita's motionless body. The referee immediately pulls latex gloves out of his back pocket and puts them on to check on Sarita. Meanwhile Noble Savage goes to the corner and picks up the microphone again.
The referee signals to the time keeper to ring the bell, and says something to the ring Announcer before calling for paramedics.
Noble Savage: You heard the ref, Kyle. Call it. Noble Savage wins via knock out. SAY IT!!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has called for the match to be canceled, due to excessive bleeding from one of the contenders, therefore, this match is null and void...
Noble Savage: WHAT?!
The referee is now at the ropes waving to the EMTs to enter the ring, and Noble Savage runs up behind him with a Savage kick to the back of the head that sends him over the top ropes and on to the floor.
Noble Savage: That's exactly what I'm talking about... You see this around my feet?! Huh! YOU SEE WHAT I AM WADING MY FEET IN RIGHT NOW?! This is the blood of my enemies! This is the blood of Sarita Negro tonight, just how last week, it was the blood of Scott Slayer, and last MONTH it was the blood of Estrella Luiz, and last YEAR, it could've been the blood of every single one of you out there in the WCF Galaxy because THAT'S where I was just a year ago, in the crowd! Trying to figure out how to unleash the demons from within!
Zach Davis: I think Brandi Noble has left the building.
Freddy Whoa: That weird growly undertone of her voice is back!
Noble Savage: You people are lucky, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU is extremely lucky that I chose WCF as my outlet and they I didn't remain surrounded by the likes of you! Because every single one of you would have suffered the wrath of Noble Savage in the same way Sarita Negro did! I came into the WCF, and wreaked havoc on the entire roster, skyrocketing myself to the very top! Now all of a sudden everyone is scared of what I might do next! Everyone from Odin Balfore to the great Time Witch herself, is shaking in their bones praying that when they enter the ring, I am standing beside them and not across from them!
Noble Savage shakes her head while looking down at the floor and lets a chuckle escape her grin.
Noble Savage: And that's what bothers you isn't it?! THAT'S what has you losing sleep at night! The uncontrolled substance known as Noble Savage is spreading through the WCF, decimating everything in her path, knocking down walls, breaking down barriers, and altering the time lines! You saw how I conquered Odin Balfore, you saw how I retired Karma Bishop, you saw how frightened Michael Extreme to his very core in a way he never showed his face here again!
Noble Savage struts toward the ropes staring firmly at the camera with a slight tilt of her head as frustrated fury distorts her facial expression.
Noble Savage: And after imposing my will upon past, present, and future CHAMPIONS, instead of giving me the title shot I deserve, they throw me in the War match with the entire roster as if THEY have earned the same shot that I have earned! But I agreed and I went ahead and dominated the entire roster at War, and I shut up the nay sayers, I once again earned the title shot they kept denying me of! Yes, I admit I made it look easy while others had to work so hard and come up short. But I paid my dues! Jayson Price said to me, Brandi you aren't entitled to a title shot just because you defeated both the champ and the number one contender back to back! So I said fine, how many more butts do I have to kick to get there? He said all of em...
Noble Savage turns to face the stage area as if talking to the locker room.
Noble Savage: Well I did... At War. And I went back to Mr. Price, and I said how you like me now that I got that one on one at one? Oh I guess that must have reeeeeally bothered him. Because he went ahead and agreed with Singh to deny me of my One One at One. They added two men to the mix. And what is their excuse? That a win at War guarantees a title match at One, but that no one said it was a singles match. So yeah the Fallen God that has tasted defeat each time he's stepped in the ring with me is now partof the match, but so is Alex Richards.
Noble Savage now leans against the ropes and puts one foot on the bottom rope with a nonchalant smirk.
Noble Savage: HEY, Stephen Singh! I have news for ya... I know you were out of town during War and you might have missed it, but... ALEX RICHARDS LOST AT WAR.... HE LOST, Singh! He was eliminated and I was NOT! The contract clearly states you have to WIN War to get a title shot at One! How can someone who lost be handed an opportunity?! Huh? What did Richards do to get in the main event at One even though he lost at War? Hmmm... Oh, I know what he did... He defeated The FORMER champion and the Number One contender back to back! That's how things work around here... When I accomplish it, I'm told I need to win War, but when a MAN accomplishes it, he's told he gets a shot after having lost War... Double standards, right? Well I'm not surprised... You GAVE Odin Balfore his rematch during the night that was meant to be MY NIGHT!
Noble Savage turns toward the crowd with one arm spread out, expressing a bored tone with her next words.
Noble Savage: They've clearly seen that I don't back down from a challenge, and I'm still looking to go into One and dominate my competition, and come out victorious... So they decided thet want to try and water me down... They decided that in the weeks leading up to my big moment, they won't allow me to prepare properly, they will throw developmentals at me instead of real competition, to keep me from fortifying my warpath! I refuse to play their game, I refuse to sit idly by and just agree to every thing after they so obviously handed Alex Richards the opportunities they denied me of, after letting Alex into the War Winner's circle when he wasn't even a War finalist. So, the question floating around in the backstage was why is Noble Savage so mad all of a sudden? Well now you have your answers! That's why I'm ANGRY!
The crowd starts to boo the moment she pauses and moves the microphone away from her face to sneer at their reaction. She then brings the microphone back up and the booing eases up a bit. Her next words are spoken with a challenging defiant tone.
Noble Savage: Keep booing. Just keep it up and you'll see. You people that cheered around that charlatan Alex Richards when he claimed to be one of you, you better be thankful that Noble Savage is here! YOU ALL BETTER BE THANKFUL that I am not one of you! Because you would be the ones trying to figure out how to keep me down! Just like Black, just like Price, and just like Singh! And you would all fail, just like they will... But be thankful that it is them that will suffer, and that you have been spared from becoming inmates... To my fire!
With those final words, Noble Savage tosses the microphone at the unconscious Sarita Negro, who is now sogged in her own blood. Noble Savage steps through the ropes an out of the ring, the paramedics finally enter the ring as she begins to walk up the ramp.
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 26, 2018 23:58:13 GMT -5
Jazzy John McCarty vs Odin Balfore
“ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.
Zach Davis: Sorry, I had to adjust my mic. The crowd is so loud in here you can barely hear yourself think. They are really popping off for Odin here right now!
Freddy Whoa: And, why shouldn't they be? He demanded that he be allowed to come out first, so John McCarty would have to walk down the ring to face him. So Odin could see him cowering first hand!
Zach Davis: If there's one thing we know about John McCarty its that the man does not cower!
Freddy Whoa: Well, I fucking back to differ. I think John McCarty will be shitting his pants as he walks down to this ring!
Zach Davis: Well, I'm not condoning violence except for maybe this one time! When John McCarty comes out here next you can propose that little theory to him and see how he reacts!
'Peaches en Regalia' plays throughout the arena as 'Jazzy' John McCarty walks out on stage and down the ramp. He focuses his attention to the ring and doesn't take time posing for the crowd. He clearly climbs up the steps and jumps over the ropes before finally acknowledging other people by hopping on the second turnbuckle and staring across the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: I would Zach but he and Odin have a match. If he was free for the evening I'd have no problem telling him and then laughing in his fucking face!
Zach Davis: Face it Freddy for one you're the last cause. Or maybe it's just Christmas that you're off of your game!
Freddy Whoa: Hey you little cunt rag, I'm never off of my game. You better take that back or else I'm going to give you a beating like Odin our former World Champion hands out on a daily goddamn basis!
Zach Davis: Comparing yourself to Odin? I think you've hit a new low although maybe you think its a high...
Freddy Whoa: I'd love to be getting high right now Zach. Alas, I have a job to do and so do you!
Zach Davis: What the fuck Freddy are you high right now?
DING! DING! DING!
McCarty gets right up in the face of Balfore to show that he is not scared! Odin with an outstretched arm pushes back on the face of McCarty. McCarty falls to the canvas rolling over and again getting up and getting directly into Odin's face. We can then see the look of dis dain over come Odin's face. McCarty just gives a grin as he hits the ropes and he comes off with a force. Unfortunately for McCarty Odin kicks him in the stomach then raises him up connecting with a big standing power slam. McCarty goes down hard wincing in pain. McCarty is slow to get to his feet as Odin runs connecting with a kick to the face of McCarty. McCarty then falls back onto them mat. Crawling around in a daze McCarty uses the ropes to help himself up. Just in time for Balfore to rush McCarty again, but this time McCarty pulls down the ropes and Balfore spills to the outside. McCarty is trying to recover having a moment to catch his breath. McCarty backs up to the center of the ring so Balfore can't follow up again. Balfore then starts posing and taunting the McCarty on the outside. Skip Windinger, who is our referee can be seen heading over to the ropes.
Balfore not wanting to let McCarty recover then rolls back under the ropes. McCarty hits the ropes again and then comes off with a base ball slide that catch Balfore in the ribs. McCarty gets up and hits the ropes again hitting a second baseball slide to the ribs of Balfore. Balfore despite that assault its up on his hands and knees. McCarty then climbs to the top turnbuckle, and he comes off with a flying leg drop that sends Balfore to the canvas!
Freddy Whoa: Better not narc on me Zach. I bet that's all you would love to do to me next!
Zach Davis: Narc? What are you fifteen Freddy? That dope must have been so good its all you all mixed up!
Freddy Whoa: Mixed up, you're always mixed up! Now what we're seeing here is McCarty needs to break the big man down, but that's a lot easier said than done!
Zach Davis: This is very true. Balfore is very strong because of his size.
Freddy Whoa: That's right! Balfore has more strength than McCarty could ever have!
Balfore arises, and as the fire glimmers within his eyes McCarty also has that same fire. Balfore grabs McCarty sending McCarty over with a snap mare. Then Balfore tries for a submission using a bow and arrow. Windinger asks McCarty if he wants to quit, and McCarty screams no! McCarty begins inching himself slowly over to the rope. McCarty finally gets there and throws his leg over it! Windinger forces Balfore to let go of the submission hold. Immediately after this happens McCarty some how locks on an indian death lock to Balfore. Balfore begins screaming in pain but he doesn't take long for Odin to reach out and grab one of the ropes. McCarty is forced to let go. McCarty immediately gets up, and backs off! Balfore gets to his feet, and McCarty rushes in for a chop block. However McCarty runs right into a knee and it send him down. Balfore, points to his head! Balfore then picks up McCarty with ease sending him over the top rope. McCarty crashes to the floor. Balfore then takes off running with a big swan dive over the top rope. McCarty grabs Balfore, and drops him with a double arm ddt. Balfore is down. McCarty slides back in the ring as he and Windinger count
Balfore gets up crawling over by the ring apron but then he collapses again.
Balfore is up, and then he rolls into the ring. McCarty is genuinely shocked! McCarty slowly picks up Balfore. Balfore with a back body drop that elevates McCarty high into the air, and again crashing down hard onto the ring canvas. McCarty holds his ribs doubling up.
Zach Davis: Uh oh this looks like it spells trouble for John McCarty! He was finding way of breaking down Balfore that may have as solid affect. But it looks like we now have a fresh Balfore and with that hellish back body drop we see John McCarty could have bruised or broken ribs!
Freddy Whoa: This is the WCF! You can't let something like that stop you. I guarantee you before this is over that John McCarty will have more than some sore fucking ribs. He is probaby faking that shit anyway!
Zach Davis: Really, let's throw you in there with Odin Balfore and see how long you last!
Freddy Whoa: That will never happen! Beside that guess what I last longer than you with your girlfriend! That's right she called me up about how much she needed a new man so I went over there and gave her a ride on the old bone roller coaster!
Zach Davis: Fred, don't piss me off or there will be bonus dark match where I kick your ass!
Freddy Whoa: Hey the fucking truth hurts, and nobody would pay to see that Zach. You've got to be out of your fucking mind!
Zach Davis: Maybe I am when you threaten the love of my life!
Freddy Whoa: You never shoud have shown me that picture or invited out to spend time with you two!
Zach Davis: Goddamn! That was company related, and you're telling me that... you know what I'm going to get back to the match!
Balfore pulls up McCarty leveling him with a big clothesline! McCarty falls again clutching his ribs. Suddenly McCarty gets another adrenaline boost and he isn't feeling anything. Balfore attempts another clothesline but McCarty ducks under it, and he hits the ropes, and then comes back off with a flying clothesline that stumbles Balfore. McCarty kicks Balfore in the stomach, and with a great force slams him back down on the ring canvas. Balfore hits hard. McCarty then goes to the middle turnbuckle hoisting himself up, and coming off with an elbow drop. This momentarily stuns Balfore. McCarty is back up on the top turnbuckle, and then we see Balfore get up and then run an exhilarating speed to the corner where he grabs McCarty cradling him, and falling with a big spine buster. McCarty hits hard but then sits back up. McCarty from out of no where with a super kicks that rocks Balfore. McCarty gets ready for another follow up.
McCarty tries to follow with a german suplex only Balfore reverses it into a pump handle slam! McCarty is holding his ribs again as Balfore like an animal hunting his prey readies. Balfore easily grabs the arm of McCarty pulling him over to the center of the ring. Balfore locks on the "Mavericks Whim" and with absolutely no where to go McCarty is forced to tap out!
Freddy Whoa: And Odin Balfore picks up the win tonight!
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 27, 2018 0:07:33 GMT -5
Bonnie Blue Segment
In This Moment’s “Blood” hits the speakers, and the World Champion is greeted by a chorus of boos as she steps onto the stage; title belt strapped across her hips, and a microphone in hand. Wickedly sharp teeth revealed in an arrogant sneer, she struts down the aisle, bounds onto the ring apron, and slips through the ropes to stand in the middle of the ring. At her gesture the music abruptly ends.
Bonnie Blue: Y’know, y'all can all debate on why you should be champion, but I AM THE FUCKING WORLD CHAMPION! When I talk about this belt, it's because I FUCKING OWN IT! And I will continue to own it into 2019 because unlike the rest of you, I don't rely on excuses for why I don't have it. I don't bleat about lack of opportunities. I don't cry viking tears saying it was a fluke that I won it. I stand here as champion, while you three stand where you are, because you're not fucking good enough!
She pauses, pacing the ring like a caged tiger.
Bonnie Blue: You three cocksuckers haven't got the guts to give me one single compliment because you three don't have the fucking guts to admit that I'm better than you!
You think you're walking into a smash and grab, you're not. You're walking into a fucking massacre. I'm going to tear you three limb from limb and sow you back together all wrong. And then, maybe, I'll allow what's left of you, to crawl on your hands and knees and praise me, for allowing you the good fortune to kiss my fucking ass!
The Champ stops pacing and spreads her arms wide, reveling in the heat from the crowd. She waits for the noise to die down before she continues.
Bonnie Blue: January 1st 2019 sees the end of Odin Balfore. It sees the end of Alex Richards, it sees Noble Savage prove that just because you win WAR, it doesn't mean you win ONE. I'm not your pretty little time witch. I'm not a novelty act. I'M THE FUCKING CHAMPION! The only thing you can guarantee you'll be seeing past me in the new year, is a FUCKING MORGUE!
Three bitches hopes and dreams, time of death, January 1st 2019. TIME'S UP!
Bonnie drops the mic with a dull thud as the fans boo.
Freddy Whoa: Strong, STRONG words from the World Champion to her challengers at One. This is a more focused and vicious Bonnie Blue than we've seen and she's got no intentions of losing her title.
"Explosia" by Gojira hits as Bonnie turns toward the stage. Jayson Price walks out form the back, ready for their match.
Zach Davis: And after that aggressive speech we all forgot that Bonnie had a match tonight. She's got the task of going one on one with Jayson Price!
Freddy Whoa: Price was able to take out Odin Balfore last week, can he go two for two against the competitors in our One main event?
Bonnie raising her World Title belt into the air as Price makes his way down the ramp. He climbs up onto the apron and stares down Bonnie. Suddenly the apron begins to move as someone rolls out from underneath.
Zach Davis: It's John Rabid!
Rabid with the same nightstick from last week as Price is too distracted by Bonnie to notice. Rabid with a shot to the back of the knees, dropping Price off the apron. Bonnie begins laughing as Rabid begins beating Price senseless with the weapon.
Freddy Whoa: We need security out here!
Rabid now choking Price out with the nightstick as Bonnie exits the ring, stopping to blow a kiss at Price before continuing up the ramp.
Zach Davis: This is getting uncomfortable to watch.
Security finally arrives to pull Rabid off of Price, but he's already unconscious from being choked. Rabid able to get in a last kick to the ribs before security gets him up the ramp. Medics arrive to check on Price as Slam goes to commercial.
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 27, 2018 0:13:40 GMT -5
WCF Television Title Match Black, Lerch & Gravedigger Stones On The Line Vincent Augustine vs Teo Blaze (c)
The main event of the evening saw Vincent Augustine challenge not only for the WCF Television Title but for three of the six WCF Infinity Stones. Augustine got this opportunity after winning a battle royal last week but the challenge this week proved too much as Teo Blaze continued his dominance over the Television Division. After avoiding not one but two Blazing Knees, Augustine's luck finally ran out as Teo was able to hit a tornado DDT to the outside of the ring and then finish it off with a Habanero High Dive back inside the ring.
Post by WCF Results Account on Dec 27, 2018 0:15:25 GMT -5
Zach Davis: It has been an incredible night of action here on Slam, we'll see you for the biggest show of the year - ONE!
Copyright information comes up to signal the show coming to an end, but the lights in the arena drop. The info leaves the screen as well as the crowd begins opening cell phone flashlights to see through the darkness. On the stage a lone hooded figure emerges against a dark blue tinted light. The figure lurches toward the ring slowly, not drawing attention to anything. As they reach the steps, the lights come on to reveal none other than WADE. MOOR.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA HE SAID HE HAD A PRESENT FOR US?!
Wade steps through the ropes and into the ring, throwing his hood back and screaming into the audience. He yells obscenities at the announcers as well, demanding they leave. The ref that was in the ring at the end of the show is clotheslined over the top rope too! Freddy and Zach yell back to Wade as they assist the ref toward the backstage area.
Security rush the ring but they're eliminated one by one fairly easily, Wade throwing clotheslines and bodyslams like he's training some fresh faced guy how to combat sport. Finally Corey Black runs toward the ring and goes to slide in but Wade Moor pulls something from his pocket and sprays it on the ring mat. This stops Corey who then backs away. Wade manically laughs as he sprays the liquid all over the ring, Corey yelling at him to stop what he's doing. Wade just continues laughing and whimsically spraying this stuff around before stopping and locking eyes with his opponent at One. Silence comes over the crowd, over Corey, over Wade.
From his pocket, Wade Moor pulls a lighter.
He lights it.
He slides out.
He throws it into the ring.
The WCF ring lights ablaze from the lighter fluid Wade was pouring all over it! A mad rush toward the exit ensues as the crowd tries to evacuate! Absolute fucking chaos! Wade Moor had gone TOO FAR! Corey runs over and tries to help people get out of the dangerous situation while Wade Moor stands and laughs! Slam fades to black!
Crow McMorris: maybe the site should be locked. Keep it safe.
May 22, 2019 9:00:51 GMT -5
Jayson Price: Pretty sure Black set it that nobody new can join. Or at least they can attempt to, but they can't do anything unless it's approved. Which essentially cuts off any guests.
May 23, 2019 19:21:19 GMT -5
The Risen: Shit, I had no idea WCF shut down. I was only here for a few months, but it was a fun few months. Hope y'all are doing well.
Jun 11, 2019 1:55:16 GMT -5