Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen.... WELCOME TO ONE 2017!
Freddy Whoa: For the record, it's happening in 2018, but it's officially War 2017 because... reasons. Whatever.
Zach Davis: Anyway, it looks like we're starting our show with Seth Lerch.
Seth steps out from the back and the fans begin to jeer and boo and hiss.
Freddy Whoa: We've seen other owners of wrestling companies eventually become beloved or revered for their contribution to the industry. Not Seth. He's an inept mess of a person who just keeps lucking his way into success here, and the fans know it.
Zach Davis: I'm pretty sure his ineptitude is what allows WCF to thrive - horrible people are allowed to run roughshod and commit whatever vile acts they want to commit, and the fans love to pay to see it!
Seth heads to the ring, wearing a One T-shirt for the occassion and slides in. He scowls at his hometown-ish crowd before speaking.
Seth Lerch: Few things in life are guaranteed. Death, taxes.... and WCF.
The crowd pops for that.
Seth Lerch: WCF, as you've all seen, survives above all. Be it the ToT, The Dark Side, Gravedigger, Pantheon's bullshit, UCI, whatever it might be - NOTHING can stop us.
Crowd cheers again. Seth begins pacing.
Seth Lerch: That's what I used to think, anyway.
Seth Lerch: You see, someone can only make something like WCF happen for so long. At a certain point, you reach a point that you have to ask yourself - is it worth it?
The fans boo, not wanting to hear what Seth is going to say. He stops for a moment and looks around.
Seth Lerch: Don't boo me. Don't boo me! I'm talking to you from the heart.
That, of course, gets more booing.
Seth Lerch: You have to stop and ask yourself, is all of this worth it? Do you keep fighting on, keep going, just because of the years you've already invested? Or do you let go - realize, at long last, the investment you made all those years ago isn't quite paying off.. and maybe it's time to start anew.
Zach Davis: What... what is Seth talking about?
Seth Lerch: That's why, before One can begin tonight, I'm here to make the following announcement. I-
The crowd pops.
Freddy Whoa: TORTURE IS HERE!
Torture has just tackled Seth down! Torture pounds on him for a few moments before lifting him to his feet.
Zach Davis: TORTURE'S DEVICE!
Tort gets to his feet and looks down at the broken Seth Lerch. Tort raises his arms up to a huge pop!
Freddy Whoa: Seth, SOMEHOW, defeated Torture at War! Torture is STILL injured from that, but he made sure he found his way and wasn't going to let Seth off the hook that easily!
Tort looks down at Seth, thinks about all the things he's put him through recently, lifts him up and hits ANOTHER Torture's Device! With that, he drops to the mat and begins heading to the back.
Zach Davis: We may never know what Seth was going to try and announce here, but as far as I'm concerned, ONE HAS BEGUN!
Blackness. Our senses are denied the usual sweeping spectacle associated with the biggest event of the WCF calendar. Instead we can only hear the subdued cheers of the Wells Fargo Center intermixed with the main theme from the motion picture, “Platoon” a piece entitled: Adagio For Strings...
Title Card: January 1st 2018. Wells Fargo Center, Pennsylvania. WCF’s annual main event of the calendar is the wrestling spectacular: ONE. That night, It’s opening match was scheduled to be a Battle Royal between: Jack Smith, Jason Robinson, Steve Wolf, Dan Capello and Bishop…
...what happened during this match still remains under FBI embargo a full week later. Suffice to say, those involved will be carrying the emotional scars of the event for years to come.
A slow FADE UP as we see see a haunted looking Zach Davis in a director’s chair. The commentator is sitting in a tweed suit with his greying hair slicked back; Zach is center stage in a hastily constructed studio, a full day after the horrific event back at the WCF main headquarters.
OFF SCREEN we hear the voice of a female interviewer begin to speak.
Shannan Lerch: Can you explain, Zach...in your own words...what exactly happened that night?
Zach wipes a slither of water from his red eyes as his tear ducts well up again. Davis takes a moment to clear this throat before answering.
Zach Davis: It was carnage. Pure carnage. I’ve never seen a match go so south, that quick. And I was there when Scarecrow fell to his death. I don’t even know if I should compare the two events, but this Battle Royal. I feel....I feel in some ways it eclipsed that. It was truly on a different level. The horror…
The camera closes in on Zach’s eyes…
Zach Davis: ...THE HORROR.
CAMERA PHONE FOOTAGE:
First we hear the screams, the crowd surging away from the ring as blood is everywhere. There’s the sound of a chainsaw. Metal carving through flesh. Somebody shouts about a child jumping the barrier to fight Dan Capello but winding up being caught in the crossfire. A time code reveals that we’re ten minutes into the match and Jack Smith is now firmly in control of proceedings. An hastily added stipulation at the last minute has made this a no DQ hardcore match, the environment has caught those competing off guard; everyone is searching under the ring frantically for weapons now.
The camera phone footage is frentic and blurley, it jumps at various points. We see the following in quick succession:
Jack Smith planchas into the other competitors from the ring to the outside: this seems early on in the match. Situation relatively normal.
Later on: Jason Robinson and Steve Wolf are trading hard lefts and rights on the ramp with their hands bloody and swollen. Both of them seem to have lost a lot of blood. We hear a chain saw being reved off screen as the crowd cheer manically.
Later still: Camera footage now spinning frantically as a father is heard screaming for his son: we cut from this to two wrestlers back inside the ring. One pins the other in the background.
Back at the WCF studio:
Freddy Whoa: Are we allowed to talk directly about the match? I thought we couldn’t..
Shannan Lerch: Just explain your emotions right now. You were color that night.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Been color now for over thirty eight years, Miss. Trust me, the struggle is real.
Shannan Lerch: ...Commentator. You were color commentator. What was your reaction when the match was allowed to continue?
Camera closes in as Freddy rubs his chin:
Freddy Whoa: Honestly? I’ve seen a man plummet into a volcano and they called that a legitimate match. Nothing surprises me. Even this. Even though…
Freddy’s eyes well up with tears…
Freddy Whoa: The horror....THE HORROR.
We cut back to the camera phone footage again as a slow zoom reveals that Jack Smith pinned Steve Wolf dead center in the ring for the win. However, nobody involved is allowed to directly discuss the details of this match until 2027.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a tag team three-way dance!
Freddy Whoa: Perhaps one of the more sexual-sounding match types in pro wrestling.
Petrov's voice can be heard over the PA saying in a calm but intimidating voice "Total. Fucking. Badass." as Blind by Korn starts to play. The crowd begins to talk amongst themselves in anticipation as the intro plays out before the words "ARE YOU READY!?" are shouted and the song drops in as Petrov and Hajeet emerge from the curtain. Petrov leans back and lets out a deep voiced shout and walks to the ring with a serious look on his face while Hajeet gives a thumbs up and his patented big smile to the crowd. Petrov runs up the steps and climbs between the ropes as he paces about while shadowboxing and waiting for his opponent. Hajeet simply stands in the corner to wait for his opponents.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing in tonight at a total combined 502 pounds . . . Hajeet and Petrov . . . collectively known as the FRIENDSHIP CHAMPIONSHIP!
Zach Davis: Hajeet and Petrov both had good showings in War XVI several months ago, but they have struggled to get back out of the blocks since then. Will tonight be the night that they get their WCF careers back on track?
"Up Jumped the Devil" by Nick Cave booms throughout the arena as Ethan Free and Gareth Payne make a very no-frills entrance, modestly taunting the fans on their way in. When they reach the apron, Free repeatedly slaps himself with both hands before bounding up and through the ropes while Payne darts up the steps and into the squared circle. Once in, Free begins twitching and laughing maniacally.
Kyle Steel: Their first opponents come to us at a total combined weight of 550 pounds. They are "Gruesome" Gareth Payne and "Explosive" Ethan Free . . . the Sons of Bloodletting . . . otherwise known as S.O.B.!
Freddy Whoa: This is the first of two teams this evening who are making their WCF debut, though they're no strangers to professional wrestling, with both men having a strong background in deathmatch wrestling for many years.
“It All Adds Up!” by Shinedown rings out through PA. As the second verse of the song begins, sparks burst from the stage and out walks Vincent Augustine, his hair pulled back and tied off neatly and glistening under arena lights.
Augustine stands at the top of the entrance ramp, not making his way to the ring, and the music playing switches to "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace plays over the sound system as Samuel McPherson walks out from the curtain and stands on top of the ramp, looking around with his manager Henry Losak standing behind him.
McPherson looks Vincent Augustine up and down as though assessing him. Then, the two men walk to the ring together.
Freddy Whoa: Is it just me, or does "Henry Losak" sound like the name of somebody that Luke Force would have in his entourage?
Zach Davis: No, no. If he was a follower of Luke Force, the guy's name would obviously be "Harry Losak."
Freddy Whoa: Luke is probably kicking himself for not having come up with that one right now.
Kyle Steel: And the final team, first from Yreka, California, and weighing in at 205 pounds . . . VINCENT AUGUSTINE! And his tag team partner, accompanied to the ring by his manager Henry Losak and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada . . . "THE ANIMAL" SAMUEL MCPHERSON!
Zach Davis: McPherson and Augustine are both here for their first WCF matches, but they definitely had their sights set on being singles competitors, so it will be interesting to see whether they can put their differences aside to get the debut victory that they both have to want very badly.
All three teams stand in their respective corners before the match begins, with referee Stanley Moser visiting each one to check the competitors for any foreign objects.
Freddy Whoa: Probably not a bad idea to put some extra care into that pat down here tonight, particularly given the background of S.O.B.
Zach Davis: I've been told that there was a series of coin tosses backstage to determine which two of the teams would start the match this evening, as the rules here dictate that only two wrestlers will be in the ring at any given time.
Freddy Whoa: That means one team will have both members on the apron at any given time, which results in some interesting strategic decisions about when to make a rest versus when to get in the ring to try to score a pinfall.
After Moser finishes with the three teams, Augustine, McPherson, Free, and Petrov leave the ring to stand on the apron.
Zach Davis: It looks like Hajeet and Gareth Payne will be our first two competitors participating in the match, and there's the bell!
Hajeet and Payne lock up and jockey for position, but, before that can really go anywhere, Vincent Augustine and Samuel McPherson shoot each other a knowing glance while standing on the apron and rush the ring, beginning to beat on Hajeet and Payne with kicks, forearms, and whatever other strikes that they can get in.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is this?!
Zach Davis: McPherson and Augustine were the odd team out based on the coin toss, but it looks like they wanted to make an immediate impression and weren't going to wait on anybody else, rules be damned!
Not surprisingly, Petrov and Ethan Free run into the ring in an attempt to make a save for their partners, but they do not fare particularly well.
Zach Davis: Augustine just double legged Petrov and is pounding away on him!
Freddy Whoa: And McPherson has caught Ethan Free in the Tongan Death Grip! It's been a few years since I've seen that one!
Zach Davis: Gareth Payne is back up . . . but the Animal gives him the Tongan Death Grip with his free hand! Both of the S.O.B.s are going down in the clutches of Samuel McPherson!
Hajeet also recovers and attempts to hit a diving clothesline on Augustine while Augustine is still on top of Petrov. However, Vincent sees him coming and ducks underneath it, which sends Hajeet flying out of the ring in between the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Goodbye Hajeet!
Seeing an opportunity, Augustine gets out of the mount position that he has assumed on Petrov and picks the massive brawler up off the mat, chucking him through the ropes so that he lands on top of his own partner.
Zach Davis: And Petrov and Hajeet collide on the floor! Friendship Championship has been taken out of commission!
Looking over to what his partner has just done, Samuel McPherson gets a look on his face as though he has just been inspired. Suddenly, using his right arm and the Tongan Death Grip, he throws Payne over the top rope. He follows up by doing the exact same thing to Free, using his left arm this time around.
Freddy Whoa: We were questioning how they might work together, but the makeshift team of McPherson and Augustine has totally cleared the ring here in the early going!
Zach Davis: But neither one of them was actually the legal man, so there's a little bit of a question as to where the match goes from here . . .
Given that we're early in the match and none of the men involved had taken too much previous damage, the competitors who were thrown out of the ring recovery fairly quickly and begin to regroup. The first of them is Hajeet, who pulls himself up on to the ring apron. However, as soon as he does, Vincent Augustine slaps him across the face.
Zach Davis: And Stanley Moser is calling that a tag! Augustine is legal now, and it looks like Hajeet is headed back into the ring as well.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes our other legal man, Gareth Payne . . .
Perhaps somewhat angered by the fact that his team was made to look a bit foolish in the opening moments of the match, Payne charges at Vincent Augustine and attempts to hit him with a lariat, but Augustine sees the arm coming at him, grabs it, and takes Payne back down to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar, which he holds and cranks on for a few moments.
Zach Davis: Great technical prowess being demonstrated here by Augustine tonight, which is what he has become known for in the professional wrestling industry.
Payne manages to use his one free arm to do a bit of a belly crawl in to the general direction of the ropes, and he gets close enough that he is able to reach out his left leg and hook his toes over the bottom rope.
Freddy Whoa: Augustine gives him a clean break there. Interesting that Ethan Free did not attempt to make a save . . . perhaps he trusted his partner that much, or perhaps he was still a little bit rocked from his encounter with Samuel McPherson.
After breaking, Augustine backs up per the referee's instruction and allows Payne to pull himself back up to his feet. Rather than reengaging in combat, Payne walks over to the S.O.B. corner and tags in Ethan Free. Vincent Augustine smirks and does the same, tagging in Samuel McPherson.
Zach Davis: And here come two big, beefy brawlers!
Freddy Whoa: That's right. McPherson and Free are both in the neighborhood of 280 pounds, but they carry it differently, as the Animal is all muscle while the Hardcore Marauder, well, let's just say that he's built a little bit more for "go" than he is for "show."
As soon as Ethan Free gets within striking distance of Samuel McPherson, he fires off a big right hand, which connects . . . though it has little effect and Free winds up shaking out his hand afterwards.
Zach Davis: Is it really the smartest idea to punch somebody in the jaw when they wear a metal mask in the ring?
McPherson responds with a forearm to his opponent's jaw, but Free manages to fire back with more punches, this time focusing on body blows as opposed to anything aimed at the head. The two big men continue to exchange blows in this manner until McPherson gains a bit of an advantage and manages to whip Free off of the ropes, hitting him with a big boot.
Freddy Whoa: And McPherson goes for the cover, seeking to win his very first WCF match!
Zach Davis: Ethan Free kicks out!
The Animal reaches down to the mat in an attempt to grab Free by the head and pull him back up to his feet. However, before he can do so, Free reaches up and strikes him in between the legs with a low blow.
Zach Davis: Yowch!
Freddy Whoa: You have to wonder whether Stanley Moser saw that one . . .
The blow has taken Samuel McPherson down to a kneeling position, at which point Ethan Free bounces off the ropes and bounds forward with a knee to the side of McPherson's head that brings the Animal all the way down.
Zach Davis: It looks like the S.O.B.s may be getting ready rally after a rough start!
However, rather than staying on the offensive, Free goes over to the Friendship Championship corner and tags in Petrov.
Zach Davis: . . . or maybe not.
Freddy Whoa: You've got to wonder why Free decided to tag in a member of the opposing team here. Perhaps he sees this as an opportunity to talk strategy with his partner before mounting a big comeback.
When Petrov reaches the center of the ring, McPherson has already managed to climb back up to a single knee, which Petrov sees as an opportunity, using the opening to launch a series of straight leg kicks into the abdomen of the Animal.
Zach Davis: With the series of body blows that Ethan Free hit earlier and now the massive kicks being unloaded by Petrov, I think that the question here is going to be not whether Samuel McPherson has any broken ribs at the end of this match but rather how many broken ribs he will have at the end of this match.
Petrov's legs continue to crash into the side of McPheron's body, but, after about kick number seven, something seems to change in the Animal's disposition. Rather than selling the pain, he begins to growl and slowly rise back up to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh, this doesn’t look too great for Petrov . . .
McPherson is now back at a complete vertical base, causing Petrov to change his tactics, now reaching up with a spinning kick aimed at Samuel's head. However, McPherson catches Petrov's leg as it comes to meet his skull. While holding on to Petrov's leg, the Animal reaches back and unleashes a gigantic right cross that unleashes a sickening cracking sound.
Zach Davis: Ohhhhhh . . . Petrov has become glassy eyed after that one. He may be out on his feet.
The Animal continues to hold on to Petrov's leg, pressing it in to his own ribs. McPherson then drags Petrov by the leg back to his corner, where he reaches out to Vincent Augustine.
Freddy Whoa: Samuel McPherson continues to hold Petrov in position by that leg while Augustine enters the ring . . . and Augustine applies a crossface chicken wing on Petrov!
Zach Davis: He calls that one "The Sum of All Parts!"
Augustine falls back to the mat with Petrov still in the hold. Hajeet runs into the ring in an attempt to save the match for his team, but he is met by Samuel McPherson.
Freddy Whoa: MASSIVE CHOKESLAM ON HAJEET BY THE ANIMAL!
Zach Davis: Here come the S.O.B.s in an attempt to make a save as well! Recall that this match is one fall to a finish!
Freddy Whoa: MCPHERSON SIMULTANEOUSLY SPEARS BOTH ETHAN FREE AND GARETH PAYNE!
Zach Davis: MEANWHILE, PETROV TAPS OUT TO THE SUM OF ALL PARTS! This one is over!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, by submission . . . VINCENT AUGUSTINE and "THE ANIMAL" SAMUEL MCPHERSON!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland, Alina Murphy!
["The Greatest" by Sia plays and out skips Alina Murphy in converse sneakers and a half red, half black sports bra, spandex shorts outfit that is covered in cross bone skull patterns and broken heart designs. Alina twists her pigtails around the pinky finger as she walks up the steel stairs and steps through the middle and bottom ropes into the ring.]
Zach Davis: There’s something extra devious about Alina Murphy’s stride tonight.
Soft guitar music fills the arena as Rammstein's Mutter begins to play. Then the arena lights go dark as red laser like tracer lights roam the arena, converging on the entry curtain, that is suddenly blown outward by a gout of air and the space is suddenly filled by.... Justice!
As twin gouts of flame and sparks rise from either side of the entryway she strides purposefully down toward the ring, high fiving and posing with the crowd. When she reaches the ring, she slides under the bottom rope and smoothly comes to her feet, posing with both arms raised in the center of the ring to the four sides of the arena before retreating to her own corner to await the start of the match. When she reaches the corner the music goes quiet.
Cursive red writing appears inside of a Black heart on The video wall that elegantly spelling out the name Alana as "The Greatest" by Sia plays and out skips Alina Murphy in converse sneakers and a half red, half black sports bra matched with a spandex shorts outfit that is covered in cross bone skull patterns and broken heart designs. Alina smiles sheepishly as she holds a colorful gift wrapped present with a label that says to: Justice, from: Alina! Murphy twists her pigtails around the pinky finger as she walks up the steel stairs then steps through the middle and bottom ropes into the ring. Alina seems excited, almost giddy as Justice Arkady lifts a curious brow at the gift in question. The top of the gift box is removed and Alina pulls out.. a mistletoe!
Alina Murphy removes the mistletoe from the box and slowly lifts it over her head, closing both eyes and puckering up for a BFF New Year's kiss when THWAP! Justicee Arkady slaps the spit out from Alana Murphy's mouth! The referee signals for the bell and Justice Arkady wastes no time going for the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Well how about that!
Zach Davis: One, two, no! Kickout.
Justice and Alina get back to their feet and circle each other in the center of the ring, but the brewing tension is temporarily broken when Alina sticks out her hand with a wide grin on her face, saying she's sorry. Despite the fans urging her not to, Justice steps forward to take the gesture… but manages to sidestep a slap from Alina, grabbing her arm and forcing her down to the canvas to apply the Victoria’s Secret. Alina rolls forward and springs to her feet, sharing a standoff with Justice.
Freddy Whoa: Talk about turning the tables! Justice has found a way to counter Alina’s crazy!
Alina mockingly applauds Justice for seeing through her ruse, and then circles around the ring with her once again. The two ladies properly lock up, with the smaller Alina being forced into a corner. Justice goes for a chop, but Alina manages to switch roles and force Justice into the corner, delivering a wicked chop. Alina whips Justice out of the corner, but Justice hops onto the second rope and springs into a crossbody. Justice lands on Alina, covering her for the pin.
1… 2… Kickout.
Zach Davis: Beautiful crossbody there; can Justice maintain momentum?
Justice pulls Alina up to her feet and whips her off the ropes. Justice grabs Alina on the way back, preparing for a sidewalk slam. Alina wriggles free of the hold and manages to flip her legs up, wrapping them around Justice’s head and spinning herself into a head scissors takedown. Justice rolls to her feet, but Alina has already turned the tables with a front dropkick that sends Justice sprawling to the corner. The crowd is appreciative of the athleticism on display as Alina buries Justice further into the turnbuckles with another front dropkick. Justice crashes to the canvas and Alina rolls her up.
1… 2… Kickout.
Freddy Whoa: Wow, what a series from Alina Murphy!
Zach Davis: Jack Smith would be proud. He is not here for this match tonight so he can let these two sort it out on their own!
Freddy Whoa: There’s nothing like sweaty grappling to resolve one’s differences.
Zach Davis: Right you are, Freddy.
Alina pulls herself up from the pin and kneels down near Justice, screaming at her. The camera is unable to pick up exactly what she’s saying, but it’s possible that it’s not nice. Alina pulls Justice back up to her feet and throws some forearm strikes towards her opponent. She nails a spin kick to the midsection, forcing Justice to double over. Alina then bounces off the ropes, preparing possibly for the Shining Wizard. But Justice is able to scout it in time and she sidesteps the attack. Justice catches a kick intended for her and draws Alina into an exploder suplex. The move connects and Justice floats over and hooks the leg.
1… 2… Kickout.
Zach Davis: Close call off of the exploder!
Justice cracks her knuckles and prepares for the “Bitch, Please!” backhand. She swings wildly, but Alina ducks under and hooks in a guillotine choke. She applies the body scissors as she does so, but Justice refuses to drop down to the canvas. Alina keeps torqueing on Justice’s neck to try and earn the submission, but Justice manages to break Alina’s body scissors and toss her to the canvas in front of her. Alina lands on her feet, only to be hit with the “Bitch, Please!” and then lured into a dragon sleeper. The referee checks on Alina to see if she wants to submit, but he is met with a resounding “no”. Justice continues to apply more pressure, but Alina makes it to her feet and drives Justice backwards into the corner. Alina spins and nails a quick enzuigiri on Justice, stunning her long enough for Alina to back up and hit a Shining Wizard in the corner. Justice collapses to the canvas and Alina hooks the leg for a pin.
1… 2… Kickout.
Freddy Whoa: Wow! How did Justice manage to kick out of that deadly Shining Wizard?!
Alina screams in frustration as she argues with the referee over the count. She takes out her frustration on Justice, repeatedly slamming her head into the canvas. The referee admonishes Alina over this action, but she simply laughs it off and picks up Justice, preparing to lock in the Twister. She goes for the hold, but Justice manages to catch her arm and use Alina’s momentum against her, dropping her into the Victoria’s Secret armbar. Alina furiously waves off the referee as she struggles to escape the hold. Justice pulls Alina’s arm back further and begs her to submit. Alina begins to make it to the ropes, but Justice pulls her back to the center of the ring. However, Alina manages to roll through and break free from Justice’s grip before locking in the Twister.
Justice waves off the referee’s questioning on if she chooses to submit, which makes Alina pull back on Justice’s arm even more. Justice attempts to inch her way to the ropes, but Alina continually wrenches on Justice’s arm, creating a painful sensation. With nowhere left to go, Justice must submit.
Steel: Here is your winner, Alina Murphy!
Freddy Whoa: What a close contest, but Alina Murphy picks up the win!
Zach Davis: No doubt that these two ladies have bright futures here in the WCF, but at the end of the day, Alina gets the bragging rights!
Alana Murphy waves and blows a kiss to the fans as she exits the ring when the video wall above the stage entrance lights up with a live feed from Jack Smith in an undisclosed backstage location.
Jack Smith: Alina Murphy. You are the true love of my life. You are my lover and my best friend. You are my motivation and my muse. I want to spend the rest of my life with you as my wife. So, Alina Murphy.. will you make me the happiest man alive?
Alina Murphy turns around to see Jack Smith, down on one knee, with engagement ring in hand.. She reaches for and receives a microphone from a stage hand and smiles tears of joy before lifting the microphone to give an answer.
Alina: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!!
The crowd responds with an overwhelmingly loud "YES" chant.
Alina: ...on one condition. I'll marry you right here at ONE next year, IF you can live up to your potential and become a Champion. That gives you a full, entire year to prove your love. Don't disappoint.
Alana gives Jack Smith a peck on the Cheek then skips off to the back, leaving Smith confused and dumbfounded in the ring, staring at the engagement ring as the camera cuts to the broadcast booth.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a LADDER MATCH for the WCF Alpha Championship!
The entire crowd pops. "Bring Me to Life" by Evanesence begins playing. Jay West walks out as the song starts, then the lights turn on with the dark blue tint and Jay walks down the ramp, stopping halfway looking out at the crowd before continuing to the ring. Once there he slowly crawls in as blue smoke appears at ring. Then he stands up and pulls of his face mask, revealing himself to the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, coming to us from Macon, Georgia, and weighing in at 220 pounds . . . Jay West!
"Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns n' Roses hits and the crowd stand on their feet cheering in anticipation when the lights shut off leaving the arena in complete darkness as the drums and electric guitar hit their apex crescendo. A barrage of pyro explodes on stage and flickering strobe lights pulsate to the beat of the song as Jack Smith steps out on stage with a smirk to a mixed reaction. Alina Murphy is by his side.
Kyle Steel: Being accompanied to the ring this evening by Alina Murphy, he hails from Irvine, Scotland and weighs 205 pounds . . . "The Professional" Jack Smith!
Fans roar to a loud announcement, “Fellows of the Galaxy, we come in peace!” Music follows, “War” by Grandson, The area suddenly flashes bright green with a video of lunar surface, colored purple, rotates with the names “Comet” and “Maktak” in fluorescent red. Lasers lights flash to the appearance of Comet carrying Maktak the Galactic Warlord over his left shoulder. Comet flashes two fist forward, then takes a starting pose, before darting to the ring – Comet makes whooshing rocket noises as they rush to the ring.
At the apron, he removes the carrying basket before taking a seat on the apron. Comet then hoists Maktak above his head, whom in turn flashes his necklace “the Grand Core” to the crowd. Fans bow and chant “we are not worthy” until Comet lets his master back onto stable ground. He then rolls under the ropes and takes center stage to several firework flares streaking across the arena. Comet then goes to a corner in preparation for the bout.
Kyle Steel: Up next, accompanied to the ring by Maktak the Galactic Wizard, originally hailing from Lewes, Delaware, but now residing within the Protector's Hall on Dikron . . . weighing in at 404 pounds . . . Comet!
Opening cords of a guitar solo begins, and the drum beat increases. The first few words of "Better Than Drugs" by Skillet begins as the arena lights fade to a single white light shining in the middle of the wrestling ring. The crowd begins chanting "GHOST! GHOST! GHOST!" in unison. There in all his splendor is the blue orbs angel standing with his head tilted to the side as his royal blue and white pulpit robe hangs low to the ground. Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi pushes the satin robe opening revealing his thin chiseled frame and Charlie steps back to his corner as the arena lights come back up and the crowd continues its jeer as Ghost strikes a knowing grin to the several thousand on lookers in the arena.
Kyle Steel: And now, hailing from Salem, North Carolina, and weighing 235 pounds . . . Charlie "The Ghost" Rossi!
Limp Bizkit's "Rollin" starts to blare across the PA system as the megatron lights up and shows highlights of Marshall Gates' wrestling career from 15 years ago as well as his highlights as a no holds barred cage fighter. Fog begins to take over the entrance ramp and holograms of lighting strike down from the ceiling of the building. He emerges through the smoke throwing his arms back and howling like a wolf as pyrotechnics sound off across stage front. He takes a sprint down the aisle with pyrotechnics sounding off on either side of him as he makes his way to the ring. Once there he jumps onto the apron angrily grabbing the top rope and shaking them with a mad yell. He hopes over the top rope landing on two feet and runs to a corner turner buckle to jump on the second one and rant, rave, and talk bullshit before hopping down.
Kyle Steel: The next entrant into the match comes to us from San Antonio, Texas, and weighs 285 pounds . . . Marshall Gates!
“Root of All Evil” by CFO$ begins to play the arena is pitch black with a dim light on the ramp. All of a sudden a man appears under the light. Matthew Black looks up slowly towards the ring and his next target and slowly and meticulously walks to the ring. He gets to the ropes and flips over the rope and lands in a sitting position in the middle of the ring he peers towards the crowd and he slides to his corner and raises as if possessed by a deeper and darker power.
Kyle Steel: And now, from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing 216 pounds . . . Matthew Black!
"Purple Haze" by Jimmi Hendrix starts playing over the PA. The lights dim dramatically low—nearly to total darkness—as smoke slowly starts building up on the stage and near ringside, and the ‘tron comes to life with Leon’s video package. At 34 seconds, when Jimmi starts in with his lyrics, an explosion happens at the pyro and as soon as Leon “Purple” Hayze first is revealed from the smoke, two single pillars of purple fire shoot to either side of him as he spins around twice with his arms outstretched. He lurches back and forth from side to side, as if stoned, slapping hands with the fans down the aisle. When he hits the ring, he hops up onto the apron in a smooth motion, springs up to the top rope, and jumps into the ring. As he lands to his feet, he runs over and hits the second rope on a turnbuckle that faces the ramp, waiting for his opponent with a big grin on his face, randomly pointing to different fans until the match starts, whether he is out first or last.
Kyle Steel: And finally . . . he is the reigning and defending WCF Alpha Champion . . . he hails from Portland, Oregon, and he weighs 256 pounds . . . Leon "Purple" Hayze!
The seven combatants in the match stand in the ring, staring each other down as referee Stanley Moser receives the Alpha Championship belt from Leon Hayze and holds it high above his head. A cord is lowered from the ceiling, with Moser strapping the belt on to the cord before it ascends into position, hanging at least twelve feet up in the air. Once the prize occupies its new position, Moser calls for the bell and then bails out of the ring as fast as he possibly can so as not to be caught up in the chaos.
Zach Davis: And here we go with Alpha Title action!
As soon as the bell rings, Black, West, Gates, Smith, Rossi, and Hayze all simultaneously charge Comet and begin beating on him.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like the majority of the competitors in this match came in to the ring with a unified plan . . . take the seven-footer Comet out early so that he will not be a factor later on down the road!
After Comet has been worn down by numerous strikes from all of his opponents, Rossi and Hayze combine their efforts to whip him off of the ropes, at which point Comet is met by a . . .
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK by Matthew Black!
Freddy Whoa: And another SUPERKICK by Jay West! He calls that the Code of Silence!
With that setup, Marshall Gates, the next biggest man in the match aside from Comet, grabs the 400 pounder in a front facelock.
Zach Davis: And Marshall Gates lifts Comet high with a vertical suplex that brings the big man crashing down! What a show of strength by the rugged Texan!
Having been thoroughly beaten, Comet rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, at which point the apparent pact between his opponents comes to an end and they begin brawling amongst themselves, pairing off into duos of Black versus West, Gates versus Smith, and Rossi versus Hayze.
Zach Davis: Now we find ourselves in what may be one of the more interesting portions of the match. All six of these remaining men are going to look for some opportunity, some opening to break away from the rest of the pack and find a time to set up a ladder and go for the gold.
Charlie Rossi attempts to shoot Leon Hayze into the corner, but Hayze stops himself short and slips out of the ring. Rossi follows him. On the other side of the ring, Jay West momentarily stuns Matthew Black with an uppercut before going to the floor himself with Black in pursuit once he's regained his wits. Finally, Gates and Smith, realizing that all of their other opponents are outside the ring, voluntarily leave the squared circle themselves.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think that I've seen anything quite like this happen before . . .
While Comet continues to regain his wits on the entrance ramp, the other six wrestlers all look under the ring at various points, and, almost simultaneously, each one of them finds a ladder, pulls it out, and reenters the ring with it. Once they all get there, they don't know quite what to do, each man stopping for a few moments to survey the scene.
Zach Davis: It looks like we've got ourselves a bit of a stalemate here. Nobody's going to be climbing under these circumstances.
Jack Smith is the one who decides to break the tension, as he charges forward and attempts to nail Jay West with the ladder that he is holding. However, West sees it coming and lifts up his own ladder, blocking Smith's shot. The two ladders become entangled with each other as a result, and, as Smith and West attempt to disengage them, Charlie Rossi runs up and slams his own ladder into the side of each of their heads.
Freddy Whoa: And there's our first metal-on-man violence of the match!
Zach Davis: Jack Smith and Jay West both go down at the hands of Charlie Rossi!
Matthew Black then confronts Charlie Rossi, attempting to slam him with a ladder, but Rossi blocks it with his own ladder. After a couple of exchanges, the two men are essentially jousting with their ladders, each man taking turns blocking the shots of the other.
The two men continue their pseudo-swashbuckling for a bit, but, before it can go on for too long, Leon Hayze and Marshall Gates charge at them from opposite sides of the ring, each man holding a ladder and sandwiching Rossi and Black between the steel.
Zach Davis: And two more go down!
Freddy Whoa: The Alpha Champion Leon Hayze and the powerhouse Marshall Gates are the last two of these seven competitors standing as the field begins to narrow.
In what some might view as a strategic error, Leon Hayze actually puts down his ladder, setting it up in the middle of the ring beneath the championship belt. Gates, seeing that his opponent is no longer armed, attempts to take a swipe at Hayze with his ladder, but the Alpha Champion is too quick for the big man and kicks the ladder back up in to his face.
Zach Davis: Oof! That'll be a trip to the dentist!
With Gates out of commission for the time being, the defending champion begins to climb the ladder that stands at center-ring.
Freddy Whoa: Here goes Hayze . . . this could wind up being a fairly quick title defense.
As Leon Hayze begins climbing one side of the ladder, Jay West finds a second wind and begins climbing the opposite side. West is a bit more nimble than Hayze and climbs more quickly, resulting in the two men meeting each other at the top of the ladder.
Freddy Whoa: And they're on opposite sides of the top of the ladder now, exchanging punches with each other. Isn't this a little bit of a cliché?
Zach Davis: It may be a cliché, but it's a damn entertaining cliché!
Hayze and West continue to exchange right hands, with neither one of them getting a clear cut advantage until Leon decides to break with the fisticuffs and crack Jay West over the top of the head with a Dusty Rhodes-esque bionic elbow.
Freddy Whoa: Jay West has been rocked and is hanging on to that ladder by one hand now, if you weeeeeeellllll.
Hayze winds up, getting ready to unload bionic elbow number two, but, before he can do so, something rather unusual happens.
Zach Davis: Wait a second . . . the ladder is starting to slowly tilt . . . but none of the men in the ring are disturbing it . . .
Freddy Whoa: The ladder isn't tilting, Zach. The RING is tilting!
Zach Davis: IT'S COMET!
In an incredible show of strength, the seven-foot tall, four hundred pound Comet is standing on the arena floor, and he has grabbed the apron and is literally lifting up one side of the ring with his bare hands. He's not getting it off the ground more than an inch or two, but it's just enough to cause the ladder to go off balance, and . . .
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Jay West falls off the shaken ladder and lands on the canvas, but Leon Hayze is not nearly as fortunate and goes flying out of the ring and over the top rope, falling on top of the Democratic Republic of Timor-Leste announce table and shattering it into a million pieces.
Zach Davis: And, just like that, the Alpha Champion could have been completely taken out of this match!
Comet, having accomplished his goal, puts the ring back down flat on the ground and then steps into the fray over the top rope, finding himself in a battlefield that is littered with opponents' bodies. Rather than attempting to climb a ladder, Comet picks Jack Smith up off the ground and throws him out of the ring over the top rope. He then does the same with Charlie Rossi and Marshall Gates.
Freddy Whoa: He was put out of commission early in the match, but now Comet is back with a vengeance!
Comet steadies a ladder underneath the Alpha Title belt and starts his climb, though he is rather awkward in doing it because of his gargantuan size. Once Comet is a couple of rungs up in his ascent, Matthew Black sets up a second ladder right next to Comet's ladder and begins climbing beside him. When the two wrestlers are about three-quarters of the way up their respective ladders, they stare each other and Matthew Black drives his fingers straight into Comet's eyes.
Zach Davis: Well, that move wasn't flashy, but it sure was effective.
Freddy Whoa: AND MATTHEW BLACK FOLLOWS IT WITH A BLACK MASS KICK TO THE SIDE OF COMET'S HEAD!
Comet's body goes limp and he falls forward, essentially doing a Flair flop off of the ladder and down to the canvas. In an incredible show of balance, Matthew Black manages to not fall off of the ladder while performing the spinning kick, and he actually hops over from his ladder to Comet's ladder in order to continue to climb.
Zach Davis: With nobody in sight to stop him, Matthew Black could walk out of Philadelphia as the new Alpha Champion!
Black essentially reaches the top of the ladder and begins reaching up to unhook the championship belt from its position. However, as he does so, a hand reaches up from the bottom of the camera shot and grabs him around the ankle.
Zach Davis: Uh oh, that's Marshall Gates! Where did he come from?
Freddy Whoa: San Antonio?
Gates manages to distract Black and hold him in positon so that he does not snag the championship belt. Demonstrating some flexibility and balance, Gates manages to maneuver himself so that he is facing out to the crowd, with his face essentially even with Matthew Black's crotch.
Freddy Whoa: Kinky.
Zach Davis: I don't think Matthew Black is going to like where this one ends, though.
Marshall reaches up, wrapping his arms around Matthew Black's legs. He the pulls on him and falls forward, pitching Black off of the ladder with a . . .
Freddy Whoa: Gates of Hell powerbomb off the ladder!
It's more than just a Gates of Hell powerbomb off of the ladder, though. Marshall Gates throws Matthew Black so hard that Black goes sailing over the top rope and lands back-first on the guardrail that separates the fans from the ringside area. The impact is so hard that the guardrail bows in the middle, essentially bending in half lengthwise.
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: MATTHEW BLACK IS DEAD! MATTHEW BLACK IS DEAD! MATTHEW BLACK IS DEAD!
The whole match grinds to a halt, with the wrestlers who are still conscious enough to realize what just happened staring in awe at the mangled guardrail, and, perhaps more importantly, the mangled body of Matthew Black. Even Marshall Gates, who managed to land on his feet in the ring after delivering the massive powerbomb, stands with his mouth agape at what he has just done. The arena goes silent.
Zach Davis: This looks like it could be a serious situation. I mean, Black isn't literally dead like Freddy just proclaimed, but he is in a world of hurt . . . we're going to need medical attention for him down here.
Freddy Whoa: Wait a second, who's that in the ring behind Marshall Gates?
Zach Davis: It's . . . Alina Murphy?!
The manager and sparring partner of Jack Smith, Alina has in fact snuck up on Gates, where she connects with a low blow from behind.
Freddy Whoa: I don't care how tough a veteran you are, that'll take you out of commission for a while!
Zach Davis: And, not surprisingly, Jack Smith is up in the ring as well now . . . it looks like he's going to try to climb while Alina provides cover for him.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Charlie Rossi!
While Smith begins his ascent of the ladder, Charlie Rossi tries to get at him to stop the climb, but Alina quickly punts him in the gonads.
Zach Davis: There goes Charlie Rossi!
Freddy Whoa: Man, that Alina is turning into a real ball-buster.
Zach Davis: I'm amazed that she's able to come out here and stand by her man so effectively after the big match that she had earlier in the evening against Justice Arkady, but here we are.
Freddy Whoa: Wait a second, there's Jay West! And he's got a chair! He's threatening to wallop Alina upside the head if she doesn't let him pass!
Zach Davis: He wouldn't really do that, would he? She's half his size!
Freddy Whoa: I wouldn’t test Jay West . . .
Zach Davis: Look at Alina! She's not backing down! It looks like she's actually daring West to hit her with the chair!
Jay West, in fact, wildly swings the chair in an effort to decapitate the tiny woman, but Alina had plenty of advance notice and her reflexes allow her to duck underneath the arc of the furniture, dropping down to her knees and . . .
Zach Davis: ALINA MURPHY IS LITERALLY BITING DOWN ON JAY WEST'S GENITALS THROUGH HIS WRESTLING GEAR! WEST'S FACE IS RACKED WITH PAIN!
Freddy Whoa: Less teeth, Alina, less teeth!
Alina eventually lets go of her death-clamp and begins wiping off her mouth as though she's just done the least pleasant thing imaginable . . . and, let's be honest, it was probably up there. Jay West grabs at his groin and falls over in the ring. Meanwhile, Jack Smith has reached the top of the ladder.
Zach Davis: And Jack Smith is almost there! He's seconds away from becoming Alpha Champion!
Freddy Whoa: HOLD ON, IT'S LEON "PURPLE" HAYZE!
Out of nowhere, the Alpha Champion himself springboards off of the top rope with a huge missile dropkick to the ladder that Jack Smith was climbing, sending the challenger falling off and down to the mat below before he can reach the belt.
Zach Davis: AND JACK SMITH JUST LANDED RIGHT ON TOP OF ALINA MURPHY! SHE'S BEEN FLATTENED!
Freddy Whoa: But what about Leon Hayze!? We thought that he was totally out of commission when he fell out of the ring and through that announce table earlier, but he was able to rally and save his championship from the clutches of Jack Smith!
Zach Davis: Hayze is certainly quite a bit worse for wear . . . he's no doubt still feeling the effects of that table, plus he took a hard landing after that springboard dropkick.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like all of our competitors - plus Alina Murphy - are out of commission at the moment.
As Freddy makes his statement, suddenly an ambulance appears at the entranceway and begins backing down the aisle towards ringside.
Zach Davis: It looks like we've finally got the medical professionals out here to respond to the situation with Matthew Black.
Freddy Whoa: I think that everybody's going to need to be checked out after this match, but Black certainly needs immediate attention.
The ambulance positions itself right next to the ringside area, with its rear doors facing towards the ring. Three EMTs jump out. Two begin tending to Black, while one of them removes a stretcher from the back of the ambulance. Eventually, they manage to strap Black to the stretcher and appear ready to cart him away, but, before they can . . .
Zach Davis: Charlie Rossi just punched an EMT square in the face!
Freddy Whoa: And another one!
Zach Davis: And he just Irish whipped the third EMT into the open ambulance door!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is Rossi doing here?
Zach Davis: I think he's just that miserable of a prick . . .
Freddy Whoa: If there's any miserable prick out here, it's Jay West's after what Alina Murphy did to it.
Zach Davis: Touché.
On the inside of the ring, Marshall Gates appears to have recovered, as he is now leaning up against a ladder propped in the middle of the ring and slowly beginning to pull himself up and towards his championship.
Zach Davis: Here goes Gates, taking a crack at the belt.
Freddy Whoa: But it might not be a successful one, because Charlie Rossi just saw him from outside of the ring . . . and Charlie's going into the back of the ambulance?
Zach Davis: As if this match hasn't already been weird enough.
Rossi emerges with a small box under his arm and takes it with him into the ring, beginning to climb up the rungs of the ladder on the opposite side of Marshal Gates.
Freddy Whoa: Is that box what I think it is?
Zach Davis: It just might be . . .
Charlie Rossi: CLEAR!
The box was, in fact, what Freddy and Zach suspected, as Charlie Rossi reaches around the sides of the ladder with the paddles of a portable defibrillator, pressing them into the sides of Marshall Gates' sides and sending electricity coursing through his body.
Freddy Whoa: This is sick!
Zach Davis: You're not supposed to hold those paddles on the skin for as long as Rossi has! I think I can smell some of Marshall's flesh beginning to burn off of his body!
Freddy Whoa: And all of our EMTS are unconscious!
Gates begins convulsing and is only saved from further electrocution by the fact that he falls off the ladder and lands in the corner of the ring . . . hard.
Zach Davis: Now Rossi is continuing to climb! He might have just defibrillated his way into an Alpha Championship reign!
Freddy Whoa: But Comet is back up and in the ring! Will the interstellar defender be able to put a stop to Charlie Rossi's efforts?
Rossi sees Comet coming and turns on the ladder to face him, holding out the defibrillator paddles, threatening his opponent that he will shock him if he comes one step closer.
Zach Davis: Comet seems legitimately confused about whether he should take the risk of meeting with those paddles, and it's got him stalled out at the bottom of the ladder . . .
Freddy Whoa: Hold the phone, it's Comet's manager, Maktak the Galactic Wizard!
Maktak has, in fact, entered the ring and is standing next to his protégé.
Maktak the Galactic Wizard: Now is the time, son. You know what to do.
Comet nods in recognition and grabs Maktak with one hand by the collar of his shirt and with the other hand by the waist of his pants. Comet then rockets Maktak upwards, using him as a battering ram and driving him headfirst into the stomach of Charlie Rossi. Rossi drops his defibrillator, doubles over, and takes a head-first flip bump off of the ladder and down on to the canvas.
Zach Davis: That's using your Maktak!
Freddy Whoa: Really? "That's using your head!" was right there to go with as a pun, but you decided to yell out, "That's using your Maktak"? Who taught you how to do this?
Zach Davis: I trained at the Mike Adamle School of Broadcast Journalism!
Freddy Whoa: Forget about that. Is Comet going to try to climb again?
Zach Davis: It certainly didn't work out too well for him the last time.
In fact, Comet does not climb the ladder. Instead, he stands next to the ladder and picks up Maktak, placing him on his shoulders. First, Maktak sits there piggyback style, but, slowly, he begins to stand up and balance himself so that he is standing atop Comet's shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like Comet and Maktak are foregoing the ladder altogether! Between Comet being over seven feet tall and Maktak being about five feet tall, together they're tall enough that they can reach the belt on their own!
In fact, Maktak begins reaching out for the belt in an effort to snag it for his charge, but it's slow going because he is so unsteady on Comet's shoulders.
Zach Davis: Easy does it, Maktak . . .
Freddy Whoa: Wait, Purple Hayze is on the ladder again!
Zach Davis: HAYZE LEAPS OFF THE LADDER WITH A FLYING CROSS BODY BLOCK ON TO MAKTAK THE GALACTIC WIZARD!
Freddy Whoa: AND BOTH OF THEM GO SAILING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND LAND IN A PILE ON THE ROOF OF THE AMBULANCE!!!!!!!
Zach Davis: Maktak isn't a wrestler! He could have been seriously injured there!
Freddy Whoa: Well, he is Galactic Wizard . . .
Zach Davis: Are Galactic Wizards trained on how to fall off a seven foot man's shoulders and on to an ambulance roof without being hurt?
Comet, though initially surprised by Hayze's actions, ultimately shrugs his shoulders and decides that he's just going to start climbing the ladder the old fashioned way.
Zach Davis: Here we go again with Comet attempting to become the Alpha Champion.
The big man actually makes it about halfway to the championship belt, but, at the same time, Leon Hayze has disentangled himself from Maktak and his standing on top of the ambulance. Leon begins to run across the ambulance roof and towards the ring . . .
Zach Davis: HAYZED AND CONFUSED!!!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: Leon Hayze takes a running dive off of the ambulance and into the ring, hitting Comet in the back with a shooting star press as Comet attempts to climb the ladder!
And, with the impact of that move, the entire ladder comes tumbling down along with the two professional wrestlers. Jack Smith summons the strength to set the ladder back up and begin climbing.
Zach Davis: Leon Hayze has held onto that belt like a true Champion, is this it?!
Jack Smith reaches the top.. and grabs the belt!
Freddy Whoa: JACK SMITH HAS DONE IT! WE'VE GOT A NEW ALPHA CHAMPION!
Smith falls off the ladder clutching the belt.
Zach Davis: We've got the first Title change of the night and it is Jack Smith capturing the Alpha Championship!
Freddy Whoa: Leon Hayze may be ready to move onto bigger or better things, but as of now, Jack Smith's reign has just begun!
“Read Me My Rights” by Brantley Gilbert hits the PA of the Wells Fargo arena, and silence strikes the energized One crowd.
Zach Davis: What the hell? Who could this be?
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentleman, I’m receiving word tonight that we have a WCF alumnus is making his return tonight at ONE!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! This is electric!! Who could it be? Stuart Slane?
Zach Davis: Spencer Adams?
Freddy Whoa: Seth Lerch’s testicles?
The music still plays.
Kyle Steel: Welcome back, from Gainesville, Georgia. Lachlan Rhodes!
Rhodes steps onto the stage. No ovation. Some fans are puzzled as to who this young man is.
Freddy Whoa: Who?
Zach Davis: I think he was a jobber?
Freddy Whoa: I just looked him up. He might as well have been. The guy’s had like two matches and he lost both of them.
By this point, Rhodes has made his way into the ring. He looks different than his previous appearances in the WCF. His hair is unkempt much longer, and his baseball cap is absent his head. He’s dressed in a WCF Official Rise Up 2017 tee and torn jeans.
Kyle Steel hands him the microphone and leaves the ring.
Lachlan Rhodes: Now, I’m not going to make all those “I’M BACK NOW WORSHIP ME!” claims that most returning athletes make, cause let’s face it. All y’all prob’ly don’t even ‘member me.I’m a nobody. Or, I was. Y’see, I went and found myself in APW, that there developmental company of UCI. Got trained by some better athletes and honestly found myself getting better in the ring. I had all this plan laid out. I was gonna show up at Black Mass in UCI. Challenge M.A.X. for the Risin’ Stars title. Then UCI got shut down and that all went straight down south. I thought to myself, “What am I gon’ do?” I sat back home in Georgia and I racked my brain. I got a call from an old, old friend about a new start up, but I thought otherwise. I just wasn’t down for it. I looked at Willow, my wife, and i straight told her that I had to be done. There was nowhere I could go. I honestly gave up all hope. But, ya know, the darndest thing happened. I was scrollin’ through my facebook feed and noticed a little blip that my friend had posted about One. And it dawned on me. Seth Lerch may not have been the best to me my first time around, but I can’t say I deserved the best in the first place. So, I rang him up. And now here I am. And I’m here with a goal. I want that Alpha title. Now, I know what y’all gonna say. I don’t deserve to walk in and demand a title shot, that’s why I’m not. But I’m gonna pose a challenge to whoever walks out of that ladder match tonight. I want a match against you. Next Sunday on Slam. Non-title. And if I win? I get a title match at the next pay per view. It’s your gamble. Take it, against a man who ain’t won a match in this company. Just remember the luck that us Georgia boys have so far 2018.
“Read Me My Rights” plays again as Rhodes leaves the ring, a slightly greater applause, but still no ovation.
"Self Destruct" by This Cold Life enters the arena and The Risen makes their way from the back, with Madden having his back to the crowd and Marius walking out with a smirk on his face. They are soon joined by Theresa McShane, who looks on with a smile on her face and her arms folded. Madden turns to see the crowd, then stands in front of Marius, who throws his arms up repeatedly to hype up the crowd. Madden drops to one knee and lowers his head, and Marius stands behind him with his head lowered. At the :16 mark of the song, they both throw their heads up and spread their arms apart, making gun gestures with their hands. McShane stands behind them, making the same gun gestures pointed forward. Madden springs up to his feet, and the trio then goes down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans they pass by. Madden and Marius soon enter the ring and hop onto separate turnbuckles, spreading their arms apart with the same gun gestures as before. The Risen hops down onto the ring and remove their vests, which are received by McShane, before preparing for the match.
Freddy Whoa: So if The Risen can pull off the upset here an--
Zach Davis: Did you say upset? You know this is a handicap match right?
Freddy Whoa: You know who they’re facing right?
Zach Davis: Still, it’s two-on-one. They have to be the favorite coming in.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe but you wouldn’t catch me betting against Ethan King after the year he’s had. He’s done everything but secure the World Title in 2017 so I’m sure he’s going to do anything and everything he can to carry his winning ways into 2018.
The beginning of "Alone With All The World” plays triumphantly throughout the arena, enticing a raucous wave of cheers from the crowd. The lights gradually begin to dim, coming down to a dark hue that places extra emphasis on the stage. Large, golden letters flash over the black titantron.
THE FUTURE KING...
A flash of golden pyro goes off as Ethan King makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage area, all-knowing smile spread over his face as he holds both arms out in a welcoming gesture, bathing in both the admiration and awe from the audience in attendance.
Kyle Steel: Introducing now the REIGNING Hardcore Champion! Hailing from Los Angeles, California. He is 'The Iron Heart'... ETHAN KING!"
The young superstar begins his descent down the ramp, Hardcore Title held over his shoulder, stopping occasionally to tag or shake the hands of the fans reaching over the barricade towards him.
He bounds up onto the apron of the ring, mouthing the words “Showtime” to the camera before leaping and swinging himself over the top rope, he lands elegantly and spins around, holding his arms out once more before coming to a complete stop in the center of the ring. He shrugs his Hardcore Title off his shoulder, raising it high above his head with one arm, before handing it over to the official.
He smiles once more before retreating to his own corner of the ring, sitting down with a look of amusement toward his opponents.
The referee checks with The Risen to make sure they’re ready for the match to begin and they nod. The referee then checks with Ethan who’s still sitting in the corner with a smile who also nods. With a shrug, the referee calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go!
The Risen give a “BRING IT!” sign to Ethan who simply smiles and refuses to get out of the corner. Not wanting to simply jump the champion in the corner, they sign again but Ethan shakes them off again and this time returns the gesture.
Zach Davis: I’m not sure what The Future King’s deal is here but it looks like The Risen are finally going to oblige him. Kyle Madden comes flying in toward King but he was playing possum! He uses the top rope to hoist himself up and wrap his legs around Madden’s head sending him outside the ring with a hurracarrana!
Freddy Whoa: Marius comes charging King quickly for a clothesline but it’s ducked and Ethan nails him that spinning heel kick and then a pele kick…
Zach Davis: REVELATION! He drilled him with it and Marius is out! King with the quick pin!
Freddy Whoa: Kickout by Marius! And Kyle Madden is back in the ring now and fires off some stiff kicks to to the legs of King. The champ eats one and another and then a third. Finally King checks the fourth one and responds with a jab and then a quick one two rocking Madden backward. King with a knee lift and now he’s looking for Culture Shock!
Zach Davis: He’s got him up for that Falcon’s Arrow...NO! Spear by Marius while Ethan had Madden in that vertical suplex position! Ethan was completely exposed and may’ve been broken in half!
Marius is quick with some elbow drops to the downed champion while Kyle Madden regains his bearings. And now Madden joins in with knee strikes to King’s head.
Freddy Whoa: Numbers game now, Zach. Told you this would happen.
Zach Davis: No..You absolutely did not.
Freddy Whoa: I’m pretty sure I did. Unfortunately there’s no way for us to ever possibly go back and check.
In the ring they’ve stood King back up who swings and misses with a big overhand right.
Zach Davis: Right hand ducked by Madden who then hits him with a feint kick, stumbling King backwards into a nasty german suplex by Marius.
Freddy Whoa: 6-1-NEIN! Madden slides in and hooks the leg!
THR--KICKOUT! Ethan King gets a shoulder up!
Zach Davis: There are not a lot of men that can claim a pinfall victory over Ethan King but The Risen is looking to add their name to that list tonight.
Freddy Whoa: If they do that then they also add their name to the list of WCF Hardcore Champions.
Madden pulls King up off the mat now and goes for a rainmaker lariat on Ethan King.
Freddy Whoa: CLIP UNLOAD!
Zach Davis: No, the clip was empty! Ethan ducked the clothesline from Madden only to run into a spinning backfirst from RH Marius!
Freddy Whoa: NO! He slides under that and out of the ring and onto the apron.
Before Marius can realize where King went missiles him in the back of the head with a springboard dropkick. King is back up quickly but leaning on the ropes when Madden charges him and King low bridges him, sending Madden to the outside. Without stopping to catch his breath, King hits the opposite ropes and then launches himself over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha onto Madden.
Zach Davis: King crawling to the ring now and reaching underneath...And he’s got a steel chair!
Freddy Whoa: King has to be fatiguing from fighting off two men and is ready to take it to another level.
Zach Davis: A hardcore level!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t even know what tha--WHOA MY GAWD! Marius had snuck onto the apron and was looking for a cannonball onto King but was instead the champion just bent that chair in half over the back of his head!
Zach Davis: And Marius is out cold. King tosses the bent chair aside and pins him…
Broken up by Madden!
Freddy Whoa: Madden came flying in with a knee to King’s head. We see King struggling, crawling toward the ring post, using it to help him back to his feet...But Madden has been stalking him...King barely back to his feet now…
Zach Davis: MADDEN WITH THE NEW GUN!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Ethan King side stepped it and sent Madden flying directly into the ringpost! For the moment, both members of The Risen are down and Ethan King is standing alone.
Zach Davis: But he’s not the only thing standing for long….he’s setting up a table!
The crowd pops as the Hardcore Champ sets a table up outside the ring. Just as he gets sit set up though, Marius has finally recovered and connects with a rolling forearm strike to the back of King’s head.
Freddy Whoa: That shot stumbled King...And now the REVOLVER! He caught him! He caught Ethan King with that spinning back fist and King is out! WE COULD HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!
Zach Davis: But he’s not pinning him! He’s pulling him back up! And now he’s pulling him up to the apron...What’s going on? He’s got him...Oh no. The crowd is on their feet in anticipation as Marius has King set up for a powerbomb from the apron through the table!
Freddy Whoa: Can he get him up?! King kicking his legs trying to avoid the powerbomb! Marius picks him up again but King kicks his legs and doesn’t go up. Marius now peppers King in the back with some rights and lefts, softening him up. He picks him up again….He’s got him!
Freddy Whoa: ETHAN KING IS UP! POWE--NO! Ethan King is firing off rapid right hands to the head of Marius while on his shoulders! Still, Marius powers through, attempting to send him through the table but Ethan has his legs wrapped around the top rope and is going nowhere!
Realizing King has his legs wrapped around the ropes, Marius actually just drops him, crotching him on the top rope and then knocking him into the ring with a big clothesline. Instead of following immediately though, Marius goes across the ring to check on Madden who is finally recovering from having wrapped himself around a ringpost. Just as Marius is on the apron, checking on Madden, Madden sees King back up and tries to warn his partner who turns around just in time to face Ethan with a…
Zach Davis: PANACEA! FROM THE INSIDE OF THE RING OFF THE APRON! Ethan King just jumped over the top rope, grabbed RH Marius by the neck and executed a blockbuster onto to the arena floor below.
Freddy Whoa: It was an incredible move to be certain but it may have taken as much out of him as it did Marius. And Kyle Madden is quick to move in. He’s got Ethan up and drives him down to the arena floor with a brainbuster suplex!
Zach Davis: I don’t know how one man is supposed to beat two in a HARDCORE match. Every moment Ethan King appears to have an advantage, the other half of The Risen is right there to swoop in.
Freddy Whoa: And swooping in, Madden is. He now has the steel stairs set up and is scooping King up...a kick to the gut and...butterfly suplex onto the stairs! Ethan King nearly bent in half upon impact! And Madden now placing the stairs on TOP of Ethan King...he gets to the apron and comes down with a double foot stomp!
Zach Davis: King yells out in pain but there’s no reprieve for the champ! Just a pin by Kyle Madden!
NO! King manages to shoot a shoulder up at the last possible moment! How is he alive?!
Freddy Whoa: He may not be for long...RH Marius is back up as is Kyle Madden and they’ve nodded at each other, waiting for Ethan King to get to his feet. They’re setting him up for New Gun!
Unsurprisingly, King is struggling mightily to get back up but The Risen shows great patience in waiting. Finally, the Hardcore Champ is back to his feet, upright. Marius charges in from behind with a chopblock while Madden tries to take his head off with a single leg dropkick.
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOA! WHAT THE--
Zach Davis: How did they--
Freddy Whoa: What just happened?!
What the bewildered commentators couldn’t quite understand was that at the only moment it was possible, the very precise nanosecond before impact, Ethan King executed a Matrix-like backflip, narrowly dodging both the dropkick and the chopblock. King lands on a knee, exhausted but each member of The Risen is confused by what just happened and King tries to take advantage quickly.
Freddy Whoa: Flying knee to Marius sends him into the crowd! Madden comes at King with another lariat but King ducks it and--SHATTER THE CLOUDS!
Zach Davis: King has beheaded the challenger! He got him!
Freddy Whoa: NO! RH Marius broke it up! He came diving out of the crowd and broke it up!
Zach Davis: Did he though? Did he get there?
Freddy Whoa: The referee says he did, that’s good enough for me.
Zach Davis: The referee also said you’re a pussy.
Freddy Whoa: Not appropriate. And he didn’t say that?
Zach Davis: Didn’t he though?
Freddy Whoa: This match is still going on! Which Ethan King can’t believe it. He was sure he had it.
Zach Davis: While he’s arguing with the referee, RH Marius is getting back to his feet. He slaps a waistlock onto King for another german suplex...King elbows his way out and switches behind him and….
Freddy Whoa: BLEAK FUTURE! Ethan King just planted Marius into the arena floor. He’s had enough! He’s grabbing the still-down Kyle Madden up by the head and dragging him back toward that table! He irish whips Madden into the steel stairs and he goes flying over. King scoops up Madden again now and gingerly places him onto the table...What’s he doing?
The crowd is on their feet now to make sure they see what’s going on outside the ring and Iron Heart points to the top rope as the crowd roars. King clangs his way up the stairs and slowly begins his ascent to the top rope.
Zach Davis: He’s not moving with his normal swiftness, it’s been a hell of a fight already tonight and now he’s looking to put the nail in the coffin. I’ve got to think he’s looking for The Greatest Story Ever Told…
Freddy Whoa: He’s going to kill himself double moonsaulting through that table! What is he thinking?!
Ethan King gets to the top rope and stands as the crowd turns the decibels up even higher. King closes his eyes for a moment, gathering himself for this feat...but just as he does….
Zach Davis: RH MARIUS! MARIUS OUT OF NOWHERE IS ON HIS FEET AND ON THE TOP ROPE WITH KING!
Freddy Whoa: Fists are flying! A right from King! One from Marius! An elbow from King! A forearm from Marius! Another! A third one and King wobbles backwards and of--NO! He nearly fell off the top rope but he came firing back with a nasty overhand right that caught Marius off guard!
Zach Davis: King has him! He looks behind him to see Madden still sprawled across the table and King pulls the rest of the way up until they’re sharing the top rope! The crowd is losing their minds! King calls for the Culture Shock!
Fredy Whoa: WHOAMYGAWD he’s going to Falcon Arrow Marius off the top rope, onto Madden and through the table! He’s got Marius’ head under his arm now as he signals once more to the crowd!
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT! STRONGHAND! MARIUS REVERSED IT! MARIUS REVERSED IT AND BOTH MEN WENT CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE TO THE ARENA FLOOR!
Freddy Whoa: Before King could even get him up Marius exploded with a nasty diving spinebuster from the top! And those two aren’t moving a muscle. I’m not even sure they’re breathing to be honest….
Zach Davis: But Kyle Madden is! It looks like he rolled off the table just before those two came crashing down and he’s about to take advantage! He’s crawling toward the pile….he throws an arm over Ethan King…
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?! Who the hell is this?!
Zach Davis: Whoever it is, he just saved Ethan King’s title reign with a nasty chair shot to the back of Madden’s head!
The figure having appeared out of the crowd wears an ivory robe with with a red rope tied around the waist, a hood over his head, and a gold cross covering the back. He gives Madden another whack with the chair before pre-emptively whacking RH Marius also. Now he’s pulling up Ethan King and looking him in the face for a moment.
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?! This robed figure just SMASHED Ethan King with the chair! What is going on?! And who the hell is it?
Zach Davis: I don’t know! I can’t get a look at his face either, the robe is pulled down almost completely over his face. But I can see that he’s setting the chair on the ground, pulling Ethan King back to his feet, and...PACKAGE PILEDRIVER ON THAT STEEL CHAIR! ETHAN KING MAY HAVE JUST SNAPPED HIS NECK!
The figure grabs the arm of the still unconscious RH Marius and places it over the Hardcore Champion….
Freddy Whoa: ONE!
Zach Davis: That’s it! WE HAVE A NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION!
Freddy Whoa: Or champions?
Zach Davis: I’m not sure. I’m also not sure what the hell this guy is doing. First he SAVES Ethan King and then he makes sure he loses? Is he just sending a message?
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know Zach but maybe we’re about to find out…
As the referee brings checks on each member of The Risen, attempting to get them to take the Hardcore Title they’ve just won, the robed figure drags Ethan King over to the steel stairs and lays King’s left leg across it. He grabs that same steel chair and…
Freddy Whoa: WHOAWHOAWHOA! THAT IS ENOUGH! He’s just pulverizing the knee of Ethan King with that chair! Again! And again! And again! There’s not going to be anything left of King’s knee!
Zach Davis: Oh thank god, he dropped the chair. No...wait...it looks like it was just to fold it around King’s knee...come on now, this man just went through a hellacious battle, he’s barely conscious….NO!
Freddy Whoa: That man is just stomping that folded chair! He’s trying to break Ethan King’s leg!
Zach Davis: Trying?!
Freddy Whoa: The referee shoves this robed man off of King! The man drops the referee with an elbow! And now he grabs the steel stairs, hoists them over head….
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Zach Davis: Three times the mystery figure slams those stairs down over the knee of Ethan King and...good god...Ethan King’s leg is broken. It’s….oh my god...It’s not right. Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: The shin...I think the shin? Something...something is protruding from Ethan King’s flesh...This man has snapped The Future King’s leg.
Zach Davis: A man who has had one of the best years in the history of the WCF….a man who recently began to understand now just how to win a title but how to BE a champion...a man who everyone knew as the future of this company...has been blindsided by...by some fucking coward.
Freddy Whoa: The crowd here is in stunned silence. Everyone is hoping to see Ethan King back sooner rather than later...but….I’m not sure we will.
With a bowed head, the robed one drops the steel stairs and turns away from his handiwork, walking decisively up the entrance ramp, splitting the medical team that is now sprinting out to the ring.
Zach Davis: Who the hell was that bastard?!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know but...but I’m afraid there may be no more Future for King...
Zach Davis: Let's just get to commercial so they can take care of Ethan. Godspeed, Iron Heart.
Zach Davis: Next up we’ve got what’s sure to be a barnburner, one for the ages! Godnilla, The Leviathan himself, Wade Moor, is set to take on the man who some thought we’d never see in a WCF ring again...and that man is none other than Dune! The stakes are high here folks, perhaps moreso than we could know. These two have been going at it on Slam for weeks on end, and tonight is the culmination of their heated rivalry.
The lights dim as the hollow, distorted note of a song begins over the P.A, echoing through the stadium. A sea of red lights dance back and forth across the stage and crowd, drowning them in merciless hopelessness. “Alpha and Omega” by KING 810 starts to play as Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain and saunters out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep red strobe lights, as he makes his way down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Wade is the Devil himself, I’m actually convinced of it. Jesus, look at him!
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 255 lbs….WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Wade slowly walks up the steps, entering the ring through the middle and top rope. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He grins wryly again, and he starts stretching out the ropes as he awaits the start of the match.
Freddy Whoa: Wade’s got a different air to him tonight, don’t you think, Zach? He’s absolutely menacing!
Zach Davis: He’s had it for some time now, Freddy. Something’s not right with Moor - something inside him. He’s changed, but we’ve got no reason to believe he’s not still the dominant force in the ring we’ve come to know him as.
The lights fade, and the monstrous roar of the crowd shakes the arena as the opening notes of David Lynch's "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Golden spotlights scan the audience, and smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights that glow just beyond the curtain. An explosion sets off two pillars of fire on the stage, and Dune emerges in their wake. He stands atop the ramp and takes in the scene, acknowledging the WCF Faithful before he turns toward the ring. His cold eyes remain fixed on it as he strides down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Goosebumps, Zach - see, check it out. I’ve got goosebumps. My hair’s standing on end! It’s fucking Dune!
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUNE!
The ring glows amidst the darkness as he slides in and shoots to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, looking out at the crowd and testing the ropes before he finds his corner. He takes off his tactical vest and hands it to a crewmember, then continues to loosen up as the lights come back on.
Zach Davis: Dune hasn’t stepped foot in a WCF ring for a match since March of 2016, when the World Champion John Rabid had his number. This has been a long time coming, and he’s looking as fierce as ever. My god, what a moment. These two are staring each other down as if they want to tear the other limb from limb.
Freddy Whoa: Who’s to say they won’t?
Zach Davis: Who’s to say, indeed, Freddy.
DING - DING - DING
The crowd has worked themselves into a frenzy, and they pop once more as the bell sounds. Its echo is yet to fade as Dune charges Wade, who does nothing to defend himself as Dune tackles him to the mat. Dune immediately begins wailing on Wade’s face, connecting with several hard shots before Wade manages to dodge one and toss Dune aside.
Zach Davis: Dune wasting no time here in establishing himself as the aggressor!
Freddy Whoa: But check out the power of Wade Moor. He tossed Dune like a ragdoll!
Dune shoots to his feet as Wade finds his. Once more Dune charges, this time laying Wade out with a massive clothesline. However, by the time he turns around, Wade is already making his way back to his feet. Dune charges, and again he lays Moor out with a clothesline. Again though, Moor finds his feet without spending more than a split second on the canvas.
Freddy Whoa: My GOD! How is he absorbing those blows? He’s like a man possessed!
Zach Davis: Truer words may never have been spoken, Freddy.
Dune charges again, though this time Wade manages to dodge him and trip him up as he passes. Dune stumbles but maintains his footing, however when he turns around he eats a brutal right hand that sends him stumbling backward. Wade presses him, landing blow after blow to either side of Dune’s head until finally he’s backed into the corner. Moor doesn’t relent though, and soon Dune is slumped over on his feet. Wade grins to see it, and he cranes his neck backward before slamming his skull into Dune’s, whose legs give out beneath him with the force of the blow. He sits on his rear in the corner, dazed as Wade backpedals slowly, his taunting laugh becoming more feverish by the second.
Zach Davis: Wade Moor is in control here, folks. Let’s see what he’s got in store for Dune.
Freddy Whoa: I’m not sure if I can watch, Zach. Wade’s got the look of a madman! Somebody really ought to consider calling this match before it gets out of hand!
Wade backs into the corner opposite Dune and charges, landing a heavy knee against Dune’s face. He begins to laugh again, though his expression becomes one of anger as we hear the unintelligible words of Dune. Moor backpedals toward the opposite corner again, faster this time, and he charges once more, lighting Dune up with another heavy knee to the skull. The crowd lets out an audible “oof” with the blow, but Wade’s expression remains one of anger and bewilderment as again we hear the unintelligible words of Dune as he speaks to Moor. Again Moor finds the opposite corner, this time in a rush, and he charges. This time though, Dune manages to move aside at the last possible moment, and Wade’s outstretched leg slams into the post. The crowd cheers to see it.
Zach Davis: Oh my! That’s gotta hurt!
Freddy Whoa: It looks like Wade’s knee may have hyperextended there when it hit the post!
Zach Davis: Each wrestler mirroring the other here early on. Had Moor connected with Dune’s head for a third time, it might’ve been all she wrote. But now he’s back on his feet!
Wade clutches his knee as Dune finds his vertical base. He stumbles a bit, and Wade attempts to capitalize on his wooziness by charging again. However, Dune stops him in his tracks with a stiff boot to the gut. He then locks Moor’s arms and flings him across the ring with a double overhook suplex. Dune immediately finds his feet, and he’s on Moor before he can find his. He drops knee after knee into Moor’s face, but Moor refuses to stay down. He nails Dune with a lowblow, allowing him some time to find his feet, and when Dune turns back around he’s greeted by a devastating clotheslines that sends him to the mat. Moor stomps on him before falling on top of him for the cover.
Zach Davis: No! Dune kicks out at one! This one’s got a long way to go, Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: Hey...fine by me. Look out!
Wade leaps into the air and slams a sharp elbow into Dune’s face. He goes for the pin again, but Dune kicks out before the ref can slide down and count. Wade finds his feet and backpedals away from Dune. His grin turns into a hearty belly laugh as he catches sight of the blood that spills from a gash above Dune’s eye. Dune finds his feet, wiping away the blood only for more to gush out and take its place. The two stare each other down and begin circling one another, Wade giggling the whole time. All the while the crowd works itself into a frenzy, and their commotion reaches its peak as both men shoot toward each other and lock up. Wade breaks free and lands perhaps the wateriest uppercut ever captured by WCF cameras. He charges Dune and lands a rushing crossbody into a cover, and the ref slides in.
Zach Davis: NO! Dune kicks out at one again!
Freddy Whoa: Dune kicks out at one AT ONE again...get it, Zach? Hear what I said? Because we’re at One and he -
Zach Davis: Oh will you be quiet!
Dune throws Wade aside and shoots to his feet. Wade is the aggressor now, and he charges Dune only to have his head caught under Dune’s arm, and Dune plants him with a lifting DDT. The crowd cheers loudly as the top of Wade’s skull slams into the canvas. Dune immediately turns him over and goes for the cover. The ref slides in.
But Wade kicks out, and his face is contorted into an expression of rage as he finds his feet.
Zach Davis: My god, how did he survive that?!
Freddy Whoa: He’s the Leviathan, Zach - he’s survived far worse than that. How though...that’s a good question.
Blood continues to pour from Dune’s open wound, and his face and mask are covered in blood as he and Wade find each other in the center of the ring. They begin trading blows, each one knocking the other back before they close the gap once more. Back and forth they go, until Dune finally lands a hard body shot that Moor wasn’t ready for, and Wade bends over as he clutches his ribs. Dune capitalizes, catching Moor’s head in a standing headscissor and locking both of Moor’s arms behind his back. He uses them to lift Moor into the air and delivers a vicious double underhook piledriver, slamming Wade’s head into the mat and compressing his spine. Again Dune flips Moor over and goes for the cover as the ref slides in.
Zach Davis: GAH! HE KICKED OUT AT ONE AGAIN!
Freddy Whoa: HE KICKED OUT AT ONE AT ONE AGAIN! DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID JUST THEN ZACH? I SAID HE KICKED OUT AT ONE AT -
Zach Davis: YES I HEARD YOU NOW WILL YOU BE -
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Dune lands at least seven blows to Wade’s face, though its difficult to say how many due to the rapid fire succession they land in. He lands a final one and finds his feet, backing into a corner and allowing Wade to stand. The crowd cheers to see a stream of blood flowing from Wade’s face as he slowly finds his feet. When he does, his wild eyes find Dune in the corner, and his lips curl into a sinister grin. He wipes away some of the blood and licks at his hand, rubbing some on his teeth before he once more lets loose a full on belly laugh. All the while Dune glares at him from the corner, his torso pulsing up and down as he catches his breath.
Freddy Whoa: That’s it. It’s official. Wade Moor has lost his fucking mind.
Moor flings some blood onto the mat, then raises a finger to Dune, waving him in. Dune stands up straight, and after a deep breath, he moves toward Wade in the center of the ring. Just before he reaches him, both men ready themselves and they lock up. Wade breaks free and throws perhaps the second wateriest uppercut ever caught on camera, but it only skims Dune’s chin as he manages to dodge it at the last moment. He counters with a hard elbow to the face, and Wade stumbles backward. Dune remains the aggressor, pursuing Moor and landing another hard shot the the face. Moor finds himself against the ropes, and Dune charges.
Freddy Whoa: LOOKOUT!
Zach Davis: My GOD! MY GOD! MOOR SENDS DUNE OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A BACKBODY DROP FROM HELL!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know if he’ll get up from that one, Zach! He landed HARD on the outside!
Dune lies motionless on the outside as Moor taunts him from the ring. The ref begins his count.
Dune begins to stir, and Wade’s taunts go silent in seeing it.
Zach Davis: Looks like Dune’s managed to sit up. My Lord, maybe it’s best if he just stays down! That had to do some real damage!
Dune is wobbly in his attempts to find his feet, though he finally does with the help of the ring apron.
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh...Wade’s up to something. I don’t like this, Zach!
Zach Davis: Moor looking to finish this one off, and if he does what I think he’s about to, there’s no question he’ll succeed! But he’s gotta land it first!
Wade runs across the ring, bouncing off the opposite rope and sprinting forward. At the last moment he leaps high in the air, clears the top rope…
Freddy Whoa: SUICIDE DIVE!
Zach Davis: HE MISSED! HE MISSED!
Dune darts to the side, narrowly avoid Wade. He manages to get both hands on Moor as he descends and adds an extra oomph to his landing.
Zach Davis: He landed right on his head, Freddy! For Christ’s sake, that may be all she wrote!
Dune slides into the ring just before the ref can finish his ten count, then slides right back out and stomps on the back of Wade’s head. He picks him up and slides him back in the ring, making the cover immediately. The ref slides in.
Freddy Whoa: WHHHHAAAAA???!!!!
Zach Davis: Un...believable. Moor kicked out after a mere one count. I just...I’m speechless. And from the looks of it, Dune is just as baffled as the rest of us!
Dune kneels in the center of the ring, hands at his sides as he briefly looks out into the crowd. Just then, Moor lunges forward from the mat, grabbing hold of Dune’s mask.
Freddy Whoa: He’s going for the mask!
Zach Davis: Moor trying to rip that mask off of Dune’s face! We’ve seen his face bared before and...well, it’s not a pretty sight to behold.
Freddy Whoa: Stop him, Dune! PLEASE!
Dune finds his feet, struggling to break free as Moor too finds his feet. Dune wraps Moor up and sends him over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex, though Dune’s head and neck suffer whiplash as Moor manages to cling to his mask throughout the maneuver. They land awkwardly, and Moor rolls backward so that he’s on top of Dune, all the while ripping at his mask.
Zach Davis: Look at that! It’s beginning to come loose!
Freddy Whoa: Oh please no…
Moor’s hands are covered in Dune’s blood as he continues to rip at the mask. Dune slams his fists into Moor’s body, though it doesn’t deter him, and soon the mask has shifted on Dune’s face, revealing a slight glimpse of the deep scars that lie beneath.
Zach Davis: It’s almost off!
Just then, we hear a deep shout issue from beneath Dune’s mask, and he wraps his arms around Wade’s legs and lifts himself off the mat with Moor in tow. Wade’s expression turns from one of sinister glee to wide-eyed fear, and it changes to one of anger as he begins slamming his fists into Dune’s blood-covered face. Dune persists though, and soon he finds his feet, his arms wrapped around Moor’s waste now and his legs draped over Dune’s shoulders.
Zach Davis: MY GOD! HE -
Dune arches his back and slams Wade into the canvas. Moor manages to cling to Dune’s mask at the beginning of his descent, though the force of the slam causes his fingers to slip on the blood that covers it. Still, it’s enough to send Dune flying forward, and he rolls on top of Wade as the ref slides in.
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOAAAAA!!!
Zach Davis: MOOR KICKED OUT! HOW ON EARTH DID HE KICK OUT AT ONE!
Freddy Whoa: AT ONE TOO! YA KNOW, BECAUSE -
Zach Davis: SHUT UP ALREADY!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Dune is first to his feet, and we hear Moor let out yet another full on belly laugh from the canvas as he looks up at his rival. Dune’s mask remains on his face, though it’s askew, revealing even more of the deep grooves and valleys that mark his face.
Zach Davis: Look at that, Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: I’d rather not…
Dune takes a step backward and reaches behind his head. We hear a faint sound before Dune takes off his mask, and we get a full on view of the gruesome scars that cover his cheeks and jawlines.
Zach Davis: My...God...I’d almost forgotten.
Freddy Whoa: I wish I had…
Zach Davis: The blood from Dune’s skull is running through those old wounds like a crimson river...I’ve never seen anything like it!
Wade finds his feet, and he continues to laugh as the maskless Dune stares him down. He points at Dune as he laughs, and for a second - if that - he closes his eyes in supreme delight. Dune charges at the precise moment, and when Moor opens his eyes again, Dune is already on him. He dons a wild-eyed expression as Dune begins waylaying him, knocking him back to the ropes. Dune doesn’t stop, and the blood continues to gush from Moor’s face, flying this way and that as Dune relentlessly pummels him.
Freddy Whoa: BUGHGH! IT HIT ME! I’VE GOT BLOOD ON MY NEW ARMANI SUIT!
Dune continues to pound on Wade’s face, and Moor is nearly out on his feet when Dune slams him in the gut, then catches his head beneath his arm. He lifts Wade high overhead, and the stream of blood from Moor’s face is audible as it hits the mat as Dune hold him upside down for a long moment. Suddenly, Dune lifts him even higher, than releases him from the hold and grabs his waist as he sits out. The top of Wade’s skull slams into the mat.
Zach Davis: HOURGLASS! HOURGLASS!
Freddy Whoa: What’s Dune doing?! Why isn’t he covering him?!
Dune lifts Wade up and drags him over to the far corner. He begins to climb it with Wade in tow, and the crowdnoise steadily increases he moves from turnbuckle to turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Oh my...don’t tell me he’s gonna…
Freddy Whoa: Oh please...PLEASE let it be true!
Moor is still dazed as Dune catches his arms behind his back in a double underhook hold. The crowd reaches a frenzy as Dune lifts him high overhead in the crucifix position, and while standing on the top turnbuckle, he flings Wade out of the ring and toward the spanish announcer’s table.
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAA!!!
Zach Davis: TOP ROPE SANDSTORM THROUGH A TABLE! MY GOD THE HUMANITY!
Wade flies from the ring to the table, and the table explodes as he crashes through it. Splinters fly this way and that, and the arena begins to quake with the monstrous roar of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: THAT’S IT FOLKS! THE LEVIATHAN IS NO MORE! NO WAY HE GETS UP FROM THAT LANDING!
The ref begins his count.
But then something happens that stops the ref’s count. A dapper, middle aged man in an unblemished suit rises from the wreckages.
Freddy Whoa: Um...wha - looks like we’ve got some kind of fan interference. I must be losing my mind, it’s almost as if he appeared out of nowhere...
Zach Davis: Freddy...he did. And that’s no fan.
Security rushes the wreckages where the man stands, but Dune leaps out of the ring and calls them off. He turns to the man, and his lips begin to move. We don’t hear what he has to say to the man, only a word - a single word - “Jackal.”
The man smiles at Dune, the same sort of smile Wade has been wearing throughout the match. Dune steps toward him, and Wade begins to stir in the wreckage of the table. Dune calls out to him, and this time we hear what he says.
Dune: It’s time, Wade!
Dune charges the man, whose grin turns to a grimace as his gut accepts a blow from Dune’s massive fist. He wears a look of supreme shock and fear just before Dune lands another blow, then catches his head in a standing headscissors. Wade struggles to find his feet as Dune locks the man’s arms behind his back in a double underhook hold, and just as he did to Wade, Dune lifts the man high overhead, then calls out again.
Dune: IT’S TIME!
Wade snaps out of his dazed state, and his eyes go wide as he sees Dune holding the man in the crucifix position overhead. The man shakes his head and waves his arms about desperately, but Dune lifts him a few inches higher before flinging him down. At the same time, Wade lunges forward, leaping high in the air as Dune begins to slam the man toward the wreckage. Moor lands a devastating Broseidon Punch in the midst of a Sandstorm.
Zach Davis: BROSEIDON PUNCH! SANDSTORM!
Freddy Whoa: BROSEIDON STORM!
The man lands in a heap, and his body is motionless upon the wreckage as both Dune and Moor look on from above. As they do, the man’s body entire body becomes dark and translucent. The crowd doesn’t know what the fuck’s going on, but they grow silent as they watch the man slowly - slowly - disappear from the arena.
Zach Davis: Um...
Freddy Whoa: ...Whoa.
Dune and Moor turn toward each other. The arena is utterly silent, save for the ping of a pindrop somewhere in the upper level. Dune holds up his arm and his outstretched hand. Wade looks at it, then looks back at the wreckage where the man once lay. He turns back to Dune, and he slams his similarly open hand into Dune’s. Both men clasp their hands and pull each other in close. The embrace last a few seconds, and the crowd begins to cheer. They seperate, and a few unheard words are exchanged before both men nod. Another second passes before they lock up, and the crowd roars back to life as the match resumes.
Freddy Whoa: They’re going at it again! Thank God! But...someone tell me what the fuck just happened!
Zach Davis: Freddy, welcome to the WCF!
Dune and Moor trade blows outside before Moor gains the upper hand. He slides into the ring as Dune stumbles backward. Dune recovers and follows suit, only to have the back of his head stomped in by Moor. Wade then leaps into the air and extends his elbow, but Dune manages to dodge it, and it slams into the canvas. Dune finds his feet as Moor writhes in pain, clutching his elbow. He stomps on Moor’s head, then bends down and lifts him up, catching his head under his arm.
Freddy Whoa: UH OH!
Dune lifts Moor high overhead, and once more blood spills from his open wound and splatters noisily onto the mat. After a lengthy pause, he drops Wade into a sitout tombstone piledriver.
Zach Davis: HOURGLASS! DUNE HITS IT AGAIN!
Dune doesn’t make the cover though. Instead he lifts Moor to his feet, catching his head between his legs. The crowd goes apeshit as Dune hooks Moor’s arms behind his back, then lifts him high overhead and catches him in the crucifix position. He holds him there for a brief moment before raising him another few inches, then thrusting him downward. Wade’s skull slams into the mat with a sickening thud.
Zach Davis: SANDSTORM! SANDSTORM! DUNE WITH THE COVER!
DING - DING - DING
Zach Davis: THAT’S IT! IT’S ALL OVER! DUNE VICTORIOUS IN HIS RETURN AGAINST THE LEVIATHAN WADE MOOR! MY GOD WHAT A MATCH!
Freddy Whoa: You said it, Zach! One for the ages!
Wade Moor is out in center of the ring, and the ref raises Dune’s hand as “The Pink Room” hits over the PA. The maskless Dune looks down at Wade and gives a nod before exiting the ring and making his way up the ramp to the roar of the crowd.
Zach Davis: And our journey continues here at One! It’s the biggest night of the year, and next up we’ve got a huge matchup! There’s a lot on the line as the Tag Team Champs - Teo Del Sol and Kyle Kemp - are set to go head to head along with Mikey eXtreme, and the winner will take home the prestigious Omega Title!
The Arena falls deathly silent as the lights drop to a pitch black. After a few moments of silence, a booming voice echoes throughout the arena....
"Children of Planet Earth. Are your minds open?"
The audience cheers ecstatically as a large number appears on the screen, a large 10.
The audience counts down as the number ticks away...9...8...7...6....5...4...3...2...
The entire ramp explodes in a cascade of fireworks, a cacophony of light and sound as lights of every color begin swirling as the stage is consumed by multicolored smoke.
As the chaos unfolds, pounding drums fill the arena, the opening stanzas of "Land of Confusion" by Genesis.
"I must have dreamed a thousand dreams"
In the midst of the smoke, a figure appears to rise, as if out of the floor.
"Been haunted by a million screams."
The figure stands stoic, his arms out, as if to embrace the entire crowd.
"But I can see the fires still alight. They're burning. Into the night."
With a burst of fireworks, the masked figure leaps onto the ramp, a bright red and white mask revealing the familiar costume of Teo Del Sol. The former luchador basks in the applause and holds the tag team title high over his head, then with his other hand, removes the mask, revealing a wild grin even bigger than that of the wooden mask. He hands the items to an attendant and springs up onto the apron. With a flourish, he leaps onto the turnbuckle, holding his arms out wide, basking in the glorious atmosphere.
Then, finally he leaps into the ring with a backflip, bounding to the corner to prepare for the match.
Freddy Whoa: A grand entrance from one half of the Tag Champs. But I will say, Teo’s been a bit...off lately, am I wrong, Zach?
Zach Davis: Wrong you are not, Freddy. It seems his whole world’s been collapsing around him, so to speak, but tonight he’s hoping to get back on track. And what better way than winning the Omega Title and becoming a double champion?
Freddy Whoa: I get the feeling that more than anything, he wants to win the title to make Kyle realize their friendship is more important than being Omega champ...and also, you know...so Mikey doesn't get it.
"Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and Kyle Kemp walks out slowly to the top of the stage. He stands with his arms out and soaks in the cheers from the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down to the ring, reluctantly acknowledging the fans.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...KYYYYYLLLLE KEEEMMP!!!!
Zach Davis: There’s no doubt in my mind - or anyone else’s who knows what’s what - that Kemp would make a great Omega Champion. But is he up to the task set out before him here at One?
He walks up the steps and gets in the ring with a smile and just leans on one of the turnbuckles, indifferent to anything that anyone is saying to him and waiting for the match to start. The fans are learning to love his ways, and they continue to cheer as he gets ready for the match.
Zach Davis: The Tag Champs are in the ring, and you’ve got to like their chances here tonight against Mikey eXtreme!
Freddy Whoa: Question is, which one’s chances exceed the other’s? Are they going to work together to secure the Omega Title leaves with one of them, or will they go all in against one another?!?
Zach Davis: Questions that only time will answer!
The lights begin to slowly go off, section by section, until the arena is completely black. "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system as the lights on the stage begin to slowly flash on and off. Mikey eXtreme steps out onto the stage with his arms held out and his head titled back as he looks to the ceiling. Vidalia and Freakshow flank him as they make their way ringside.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring being accompanied by Vidalia and Freakshow, hailing from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 225 lbs, Mikey eXtreme!
Mikey ignores the fans trying to reach out to touch him. He throws the kendo stick into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, crawling to the corner where he sits laughing and rocking back and forth. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Teo and Kemp as Vidalia whispers some kind of plan into Mikey's ear.
Zach Davis: Mike’s in it for blood here tonight. He’s got a loss to avenge, but in order to do it, he’s gonna have to overcome two of the top wrestlers in the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: The dark horse has arrived...Mikey’s likely facing an uphill battle here tonight squaring off against the Tag Champs. But if anyone can survive the kind of onslaught sure to come his way, it’s the eXtreme one. He's proven himself and then some throughout his stellar career here in the WCF!
Zach Davis: Everyone’s in the ring and ready…
DING - DING - DING
Zach Davis: ...and here we go!
Kemp and Del Sol immediately go after eXtreme. Mikey manages to fend them off at first, but soon their tandem attack has him backpedaling. Kemp leaps and smacks Mikey in the face with a dropkick, and Teo drops him with a roundhouse kick that connects with the side of eXtreme’s head. He goes down, and Del Sol goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: Teo’s looking to put this one away early!
Zach Davis: NO! Kemp’s having none of it!
Freddy Whoa: He pulled Teo off eXtreme quick, Zach!
Del Sol finds his feet, and he and Kemp have a brief exchange before Mikey kips up and charges, both arms outstretched to the side.
Zach Davis: Double clothesline by eXtreme!
Mikey stomps on Kemp’s head and drops a heavy leg across Teo’s neck. He’s quick to his feet, and he pulls Kemp to his feet. He bashes him in the face with a hard right, then grabs him by the arm and whips him across the ring. Kemp hits the other rope, and Mikey leaps into the air...though his eyes go wide as he sees Kemp fail to rebound toward him.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp with the wherewithal to cling on to that top rope with both arms!
Zach Davis: You’re not kidding! Had he kept going, Mikey’s boots would have been there to greet him!
Mikey lands hard then shoots to his feet and charges Kemp. He only makes it a few steps before Teo charges and blindsides him with a shoulder to the knee. Mikey stumbles, and Kemp charges and drops him with a stiff knee to the face. Kemp drops down for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: Here goes Kemp for the win!
Zach Davis: NO! Again an early pinfall is broken up, this one by Del Sol! The Tag Champs have been working together against Mikey, but so far it doesn’t appear either is ready to lay down and allow the other one the Omega Title!
Kemp shoots to his feet, and he and Del Sol share another brief exchange. They’re too distracted to see Mikey rise up and climb the top rope. It’s not until Mikey leaps off that they realize it, and by then it’s too late.
Freddy Whoa: MISSILE DROPKICK BY MIKEY ExTREME!
Zach Davis: Good LORD that one hit with some force! And the Tag Champs are down!
Mikey finds his feet and attacks the downed Del Sol. He drops an elbow onto his gut, then lifts him up and drops him back down with a DDT. Kemp is slowly making his way to his feet as eXtreme finds his again, and he pulls Kemp up before dropping him with a clothesline. With both Tag Champs down, Mikey goes for the cover on Kemp.
Zach Davis: Ah! Kemp kicks out in time!
Freddy Whoa: I figured the Tag Champs would be all over Mikey tonight, but early on they’ve been struggling against him. I think they’re still trying to sort out how to work against one another despite being a cohesive unit outside of this match.
Mikey slams the mat in anger, then looks over toward Del Sol...just in time to see the bottom of Teo’s boot before it smacks him in the face. Mikey falls to the mat, and Teo goes after him. He reaches down and grabs him by the hair, but before he can lift him to his feet, Kemp wraps his arms around Teo’s belly and lifts him over his head, slamming him hard with a German Suplex.
Freddy Whoa: There it is!
Zach Davis: Kemp making his presence felt against his tag team partner!
Kemp shoots to his feet and make for eXtreme, who is slowly getting up. He helps him before wrapping him up and performing another German Suplex. The back of Mikey’s head and neck slam into the mat before Kemp goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: NO! Mikey kicks out!
Kemp is first to find his feet, but Teo is back up shortly thereafter. The two lock eyes, and they charge one another.
Freddy Whoa: The Tag Champs are going at it!!
Teo and Kemp exchange vicious blows to the face before finally Teo gets the upper hand. He chops Kemps chest, and the crowd lets out a collective groan before Teo lands another, and another. Kemp backpedals and finds himself in the corner, where Teo climbs onto the middle rope and begins throwing right hand after right hand that smack against Kemp’s skull. The crowd counts out each blow.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI -
Mikey stops them in their tracks as he leaps onto the top rope next to the turnbuckle and drops Teo with a springboard forearm. Teo hits the mat hard, and Mikey drops down for the cover.
Zach Davis: Del Sol kicks out! And now Mikey eXtreme is on the offensive!
Mikey lifts Teo up and whips him across the ring. He charges in close pursuit, and when Teo rebounds, Mikey’s there with a clothesline that sends him over the top rope. Teo spills outside and lands with a thud before eXtreme turns his attention back to Kemp, who’s still dazed from the assault Del Sol hit him with. Mikey grabs Kemp by the arm and whips him across the ring, and Kemp smacks chest first into the opposite turnbuckle before backpedaling toward the center. Mikey rolls him up as Teo slides back in under the bottom rope, and the ref slides down for the count.
Zach Davis: NO! DEL SOL WITH THE SAVE!
Teo slams into Mikey for the save, then goes to work on eXtreme. He drops a knee onto Mikey’s face, then rolls him over so that he’s closer to the ropes. Teo then leaps over Mikey’s body and lands on the middle rope, only to springboard backward and perform a backflip. Mikey absorbs the entire weight of Del Sol, and he grimaces in pain before he rolls outside.
Freddy Whoa: Smart move on Mikey’s part. I can’t blame him for getting the hell out of there!
Teo makes to give chase, but he’s stopped by Kemp, who lifts Teo up by the neck, then turns and drops to the mat with a devastating Neckbreaker to Del Sol. Kemp is quick to his feet, and he drags Teo to his feet. He whips Teo across the ring, and Del Sol rebounds only to find himself caught in Kemps arms, who slams him down with a Spinebuster.
Zach Davis: Textbook Spinebuster by Kemp! My GOD, Teo’s gonna feel that one tomorrow!
Freddy Whoa: Teo’s gonna feel that one until One next year, Zach! Jesus, is that Arn fucking Anderson out there?
Zach Davis: No, Freddy, that’s Kyle fucking Kemp!
Kemp drops down for the cover.
Zach Davis: NO! Del Sol kicks out!
Kemp reaches down and starts to pick Teo back up, but when he’s halfway up Teo grabs hold of Kemps head and falls to his knees, smashing Kemp’s jaw against the top of his skull. Kemp grabs at his jaw in pain as Teo finds his feet, and he charges Kemp, failing to see that eXtreme has made his way to the top turnbuckle nearest him. Mikey takes flight...
Freddy Whoa: LOOK OUT!
Zach Davis: MIKEY EXTREME WITH THE FLYING CROSSBODY!
Teo lands and absorbs the full weight of eXtreme. Mikey goes for the cover, but he’s unable to get even a one count before Kemp breaks it up. Kemp begins pummeling eXtreme, who backpedals and finds himself backed into the corner. Kemp lands a final forearm shot to Mikey’s face before he backs up toward the center of the ring and charges. Just before he reaches Mikey, he leaps in an attempt to slam a knee into his face, Mikey ducks and gets under him, then lifts with enough force to send Kemp flying over the top rope and to the outside. Kemp lands with a sickening thud.
Zach Davis: Oh MY! Did you hear that?!?
Freddy Whoa: I think I felt it, Zach. Poor Kyle Kemp...he wasn’t better than Mikey there…
Mikey turns his attention toward Teo, who by now is back on his feet, and the two begin to go at it in the center of the ring. Mikey slams his fists into Teo’s face once, twice...but Teo manages to dodge a third blow, and he takes advantage of Mikey’s unbalanced momentum, leaping and slamming his boot into the side of his skull. Mikey stumbles and nearly falls over, though he’s saved by the top rope. Teo wastes no time in charge eXtreme, but again, just as he draws close, Mikey ducks and gets under Teo, lifting up and sending Teo flying over top rope.
Zach Davis: GOOD GOD!
Freddy Whoa: Teo hit hard out there...I don’t know how he’ll be able to get up from that landing!
Zach Davis: I’d say with a little help from a friend, Freddy.
Kemp has stumbled to his feet and shaken off the cobwebs, and he finds Teo outside and helps him do the same. The two share a brief exchange before the growing frenzy of the crowd draws their attention to the ring, where Mike eXtreme has just rebounded off the ropes furthest from them. He sprints their way, and the Tag Champs eyes go wide as Mikey leaps over the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOAAAA!!!!!!
Zach Davis: BAH GAWD! MIKEY WITH A SUICIDE DIVE TO BOTH KEMP AND DEL SOL! AND ALL THREE MEN ARE DOWN!
The ref begins to counts.
Mikey is first to move, and he gets a knee under him as the count continues.
Mikey is on all fours now as Kemp and Del Sol begin to stir.
Zach Davis: Mikey is dazed and confused, but he’s back on his feet!
Mikey slides in as Teo and Kemp struggle to find their feet from their knees, both men reaching out to the apron for assistance.
Kemp stands up, his knees wobbly, and he almost slides in before turning to Teo, who is still struggling to shake off the cobwebs after taking the brunt of the blow.
Simultaneously, Teo reaches out and Kemp grabs his arm, and both men slide under the bottom rope as the ref counts -
Zach Davis: The Tag Champs are back in! Talk about teamwork, Freddy!
Freddy Whoa: Talk about precious, Zach.
Mikey charges Kemp and Del Sol, going back and forth from one to the other with heavy shots to the head. Finally Del Sol is able to dodge one, and he shoots to his feet and throws himself at Mikey, dropping him with a stiff elbow to the face. He falls on Mikey and the ref slides down.
Zach Davis: Kemp breaks it up!
Kemp lifts Teo up, but he’s unable to capitalize before Teo goes off on him. He slams him with a series of furious elbows and forearm strikes. Kemp stumbles backward and drops to a knee as Teo takes a few steps back. Teo charges, and at a full spring he nails Kemp square in the face with a devastating knee.
Zach Davis: BLAZING KNEE BY TEO DEL SOL! KEMP IS OUT! AND TEO COVERS!
Freddy Whoa: New Omega Champ!
Zach Davis: NO! Mikey pulls him off just in time! Oh MY was that close! And that was NOT what the fans wanted to see!
Teo shoots to his feet, dodging a would be clothesline and leaping into the air. He catches Mikey’s head beneath his arm and uses his momentum to swing Mikey around before planting the top of his skull in the canvas with a Tornado DDT.
Freddy Whoa: That’s more their style I think, Zach.
Zach Davis: Teo’s not going for the cover though. Looks like he’s going to make sure Mikey’s out for good before he tries it again!
Teo begins to lift Mikey up, but Kemp has found his feet, and he snatches Teo with a chokehold from behind.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp’s got him!
Zach Davis: Uh oh...Teo’s in real trouble here! If Kemp keeps the hold on long enough, it’s Back to the Minors for his tag team partner!
Teo struggles to break free, but despite his best efforts he’s unable to do so. Kemp tightens the hold, and soon Teo begins to go limp. He finally drops to a knee, and Kemp releases him and takes a step to the side.
Freddy Whoa: HERE IT COMES! BACK TO THE MINORS!
Mikey is back on his feet, and just as Kemp winds up to punt kick Teo in the face, he blindsides Kemp with a Superkick.
Zach Davis: X MARKS THE SPOT! KEMP GOES DOWN AND MIKEY FALLS ON TOP FOR THE COVER!
Zach Davis: NO! TEO WITH THE SAVE! TEO WITH THE SAVE!
Teo manages to break up the pin in the nick of time. Mikey shoots to his feet, as does Teo, and the two stare each other down as Kemp rolls into the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Kemp is to his feet and rushes Teo-
Zach Davis: BLAZING KNEE TO KYLE KEMP!
Mikey eXtreme has stumbled to his feet and Teo turns to him. Mikey runs at Teo who leapfrogs over him and then executes a Dropkick as Mikey comes back. Mikey gets to his feet and Teo grabs him by the head and runs to the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: TORNADO DDT!
Teo del Sol quickly sets it up...
Zach Davis: HABANERO HIGH DIVE TO MIKEY EXTREME!
Teo pins him, hooking the leg.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: WE'VE GOT A NEW OMEGA CHAMPION! AND HIS NAME IS TEO DEL SOL!
The fans applaud.
Zach Davis: TEO DEL SOL WINS THE BELT HERE AT ONE!
Teo gets to his feet and gets handed the Omega Championship!
Freddy Whoa: But he took that belt away from his tag team partner! Can Chaos Theory coexist after this?!
Zach Davis: Time will tell!
#1 by Nelly hits PA system and “The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal comes from the backstage area and walks slowly toward the ring with a baseball bat in hand, gently using his right hand to smack the palm of his left hand. The crowd reacts with mixed emotion, excitement is back, but it is Jason O’Neal.
Freddy Whoa: He is the here. He is the guy who said he is coming to claim what’s rightfully his.
Zach Davis: The idiot claimed he invented the Omega Title.
Freddy Whoa: That so-called idiot is the only guy ever in history to cash in the Alpha Title for a successful World Title Reign. He beat Joey Flash!
Zach Davis: Let’s not even get into the circumstances behind that one.
Jason O’Neal gets to the ring and climbs up on the apron eyeing the Omega Champ.
Zach Davis: Feel the tension in the air. Teo del Sol, of all people, is definitely not going to back down, baseball bat or not.
Freddy Whoa: Omega Champion VS the man who feels he should be Omega Champion.
Jason O’Neal ducks under the top rope and enters the ring. The Champion does not back down. He tosses the belt to the near corner and assumes a fighting position.
Zach Davis: This is hardly right, the guy just finished a match and O’Neal has a baseball bat.
Freddy Whoa: Seth could have solved this issue before tonight. This is the way it has to be done.
Being the fighter he is, Teo rushes O’Neal and lands a flurry of punches to the face and back of the head of O’Neal. All is good in the world and the crowd is loving it. Until, SMACK!!
Freddy Whoa: There’s the equalizer!!
Zach Davis: The champion goes down in a heap.
Freddy Whoa: What do you mean? Jason O’Neal is still standing with the bat in hand. He is the true Omega Champion. It was his idea.
The screen goes black, then some white disclaimer text appears.
"We apologise for the disappointment, but the match featuring Joey Flash taking on Jared Holmes was deemed as too much of a security risk for the athletic commision and thus has been postponed for the following week to ensure the rest of the card is able to continue as planned.
Freddy Whoa: We've had an amazing show thus far, but now we've come to a match that is going to be bittersweet for many.
Zach Davis: Indeed Freddy. This is it, the last match of the Corey Black Retirement Tour and, yes, the last match for Corey Black in his long and storied wrestling career. I truly never thought the day would come where I would say those words but alas it has.
Freddy Whoa: That's some deep shit there Zach, you gonna be okay?
Zach Davis: Let's just enjoy what is sure to be an instant classic, Freddy.
There's a buzz in the arena as the crowd is staring at the stage, waiting in anticipation. After what seems like an absolute eternity, the lights in the arena drop. There's a hush in the air as if everyone in attendance just held their breath at the same time. Suddenly a large, flowing red curtain drops from the roof of the arena, covering the Jumbotron and entrance, coming to a rest on the stage. Machine Head's cover of Iron Maiden's "Hallowed Be Thy Name" starts up and the crowd absolutely fucking loses it.
Zach Davis: It looks like Corey Black is taking us all back in time with one of his most epic entrances!
A spotlight comes on from behind the curtain, projecting a blackened figure standing on a see-through box. As the song kicks into gear, the curtain rises and a hooded figure is seen standing atop a see-through box with his head bowed. As the song continues blaring the figure reaches up and pulls back the hood, drawing jeers and boos from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on...
The mask does resemble that of Creeping Death but it's Jayson Price standing atop the box, sneering at the crowd as they realize they've been had. Price rips off the mask and throws it to the ground before stepping off the box and onto it. With a twist of his heel, grinding the mask into the steel of the stage, the music changes to "Explosia" by Gojira as the boos continue to fill the arena. Price reaches down and scoops up the defiled mask before he begins the long walk down the ramp slowly, taking his time as he eggs the crowd on.
Zach Davis: Well during the whole build up to this night we've heard Price attempt to belittle the storied career of Black. There seemingly wasn't a limit to how low Price would go when it came to the insults. And now, to insult him further by stealing one of his iconic entrances on the night of his last match...I hate Jayson Price, I truly do, but I've never wished to see him die until tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Jesus...can we get this man a drink? Or a priest? Zach stay with me man, you don't seem well at all.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is the final match of the Corey Black Retirement Tour!
Boos from the crowd. Not for the retirement tour, but for the fact that this is it for one of the best of all time.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 245 pounds...JAYSON PRICE!
Cameras actually catch Freddy pulling Zach back down into his chair as Price passes by the announce table, waving the crowd on as he stops at ringside. Finally, he climbs up onto the apron and steps through the ropes as he heads for the corner. He takes a seat on the top turnbuckle and turns his attention to the stage, waving for Corey Black to come out and get the match started while holding up his mask with his other hand.
Zach Davis: The amount of disrespect being shown tonight, from a man who once called himself Black's friend nonetheless!
Freddy Whoa: I wasn't aware you were such a fan of Corey's, Zach.
Zach Davis: Well I'm not that big a fan but come on, be a professional at least and show some respect.
With the crowd still showing their disapproval, Price slips the mask back over his face and then continues to wave toward the back, daring Black to make the walk to the ring.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
As expected, the lights in the arena drop to black and anticipation begins to grow within the crowd. Suddenly there's a loud screech of feedback before an explosion of pyro goes off all over the stage and the jumbotron. The stage itself then begins to shake before it opens to the amazement of the crowd.
Zach Davis: What in the name of everything that is holy is this?! It's so loud in here right now I can't hear a damn thing!
Freddy Whoa: I don't know but this crowd is loving it!
Flashes from cameras and some dim arena lights make it hard to see, but there is a platform from below rising up and there are people and music equipment on it. Three men holding guitars, another sitting behind a drum kit. Two on the left, two on the right. The crowd knows who this is, they begin cheering their hearts out. A few seconds later, it begins. The crushing opening riff of "Creeping Death" by Metallica, purple and gold lights circle throughout the arena. A few moments later, another spotlight shines onto the platform as a man walks out into the light. He stands as the band plays, he begins hopping around and getting amped up as the crowd sings along and headbangs.
Crowd: "SO LET IT BE WRITTEN! SO LET IT BE DOOONE!"
BAM! More pyro and then the stage is fully lit up as it's revealed Metallica and Corey Black are on the stage! Corey's attire is different tonight, the left half of it is all black with a white skull on his shorts, but the right side is golden. Shorts, knee pad, kick pad, elbow pad, clad in gold. The crowd flips out! It's a full-on mosh pit on the floor! Corey throws the devil horns into the air as he heads down the ramp, leaps off the ramp over the barricade and into the crowd, joining the mosh pit!
Zach Davis: My god only Corey Black could make a wrestling entrance into a metal concert.
Kyle Steel: From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 218 pounds...COREY BLACK!
Corey and the crowd rage for a few moments, then he makes his way through them toward the ring and his opponent, Jayson Price. Corey takes his time, carving a path through the crowd all the way around, Metallica still playing in the background. After fully circling the ring through the fans, Corey hops over the barricade and rolls into the ring. The referee steps near Price to make sure he stays put, but Price seems content to watch from his place on the top turnbuckle. Black turns to stare down Price, shaking his head at Price wearing a Creeping Death mask, but then he turns back to the crowd and throws up some devil horns as the music finally comes to an end. Black turns and applauds Metallica as the platform begins to lower back below the stage.
Freddy Whoa: How much you think Black had to pay for Metallica to show up for one song?
Zach Davis: More than you and I make in a year, most likely.
With the grandiose entrances over and the crowd settled down slightly, all eyes are once again on the ring as the referee is standing dead center and Black is staring at Price, who still hasn't come down off the turnbuckle. The referee gestures for Price to come down to start the match but Price continues the staredown. Now Black motioning for Price to come down and some jawing ensues between the two.
Freddy Whoa: Well I doubt anyone expected the war of words between these two to stop tonight.
Something Black said finally gets Price to come to the center of the ring but he's not about to wait for the bell as he rips off the mask and throws it into the face of Black. Black responds with a quick elbow to the face. Price follows with one of his own. It's an elbow fest and the referee can't do shit to stop it or he's liable to get knocked the fuck out.
DING! DING! DING!
Freddy Whoa: To hell with formalities, this referee is just going to let these two get going!
Price able to shove Black off and tries to snap off an early superkick. Black catches the foot and delivers an elbow straight into the kneecap.
Zach Davis: DON'T TRY TO TRADE ELBOWS WITH THE MASTER!
Black all too wise to take things slowly as he stays right on the offense, following up with a side kick to the gut and then a knee raise to the face in bang-bang fashion as he uses his speed advantage. Price still on his feet but he's been taken off guard as Black takes no chances of letting him recover as he quickly tries to roll him up with a small package.
Freddy Whoa: Not even a one count. But I doubt Black expected to win there, that was all about keeping the offense flowing.
Black quick to get back up to his feet and he tries to lock in a dragon sleeper on Price as he's attempting to sit up. But Price is too strong for Black to lock in a hold so early as he grabs the wrists and pulls them away as he stands up. Price with a back elbow to the face to get a little space between them. Black responds with a kick to the legs, trying to take Price back down, but Price shakes it off. Price now trying to tie up but Black wants nothing to do with trading grapples with Price and attempts to avoid him. Black ducks the arms and goes for another side kick but Price is ready for him this time. Price catches the boot and delivers a kick to the back of the hamstring. Black hobbled briefly by the impact and Price takes him to the mat with a chop block to the same leg.
Freddy Whoa: And this is how Price stops the speedy offense of Black, work the legs like only he can.
Black not necessarily hurt but he's feeling it as Price grabs the leg and tries to turn him over for a single leg boston crab. Black not too far from the ropes and he's able to crawl to them before Price can get it locked in fully. The referee starts up a count as Price still has the leg and is trying to twist it, but he relents at 4 and backs off. Black allowed time to get to his feet and that's it as Price charges him, looking to clothesline him out of the ring. But Black knew it was coming! Corey ducks down and Price is sent over the top rope. But he lands on the apron! And again somehow Corey Black knew it was coming because he hits a pele kick square in the face that knocks Price off the apron.
Zach Davis: Corey Black knows Price's offensive style too well, he's got counters for days.
Freddy Whoa: But I guarantee that goes both ways, Zach. We've seen so many battles between these guys, they both need to come up with some new strategies if they want to win.
Black looking at Price out on the floor and the crowd is up in anticipation of something big. Black hits the ropes and sprints across the ring. It looks like he's going to springboard over the top rope but he reverses it and instead casually lands on the apron as Price was already ducking whatever was coming. Black now leaping off the apron and he double stomps the back of Price, driving him to the ground.
Zach Davis: Well there's your new strategy!
A loud "COREY BLACK" chant starts up as Price is writhing on the ground and Black pops back up onto his feet.
Freddy Whoa: How can someone that can still pull off something that athletic be ready to retire?
Zach Davis: Well when you've done everything, and I do mean everything, you might as well go out on top and on your terms.
Black now pulling Price back up to his feet and hits a chop across the chest that puts Price up against the apron. Corey moving to get Price into the ring under the ropes as he realizes the referee has been counting, albeit a bit slower than you'd normally see due to the importance of this match, and is up to 7. Black up onto the apron and this time he does go for the springboard, hitting a senton and then going for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: One and a half maybe, but Price is looking terrible right now. He's got no answers for Black's offense for some reason.
Black back up to his feet and he pulls Price up with him when suddenly Black grabs at his face, near his eye. The referee trying to check to see what happened when Price moves him out of the way and rolls Black up. The referee slow to go for the count, obviously pissed after Price put his hands on him. Black kicks out before one and Price is livid at the slowness of the count. Black still rubbing at his eye as replays are shown. It's clear as day Price jabbed Black in the eye with his thumb but Price is keeping the referee's gaze away from that with his bitching about the count.
Zach Davis: Disqualify that man! He's a cheat!
Black up to his feet but he's not 100% as he's got a hand over his eye. Price spins him around and sets him up.
Freddy Whoa: DOWNFALL!
Price with the cravate cutter and then the pin. The referee with the count.
Zach Davis: NO! KICKOUT!
Price is up and cursing at the referee, livid about what he considered a slow count. Black pushing himself up to his feet as the crowd is chanting for him to "FUCK HIM UP!".
Zach Davis: Thank god this isn't Slam or we'd be getting hit with more fines than a black man driving in the Hamptons.
Freddy Whoa: PREACH!
The referee with his back to Price as he's checking on Black. Price shoves him aside and hits Black with a swift kick to the groin. The referee turns back around but before he can see that Black's been hit low, Price grabs him and spikes him to the mat with a DDT. Price quickly hooks the leg and the referee drops for the count.
"Crawl" by Kings Of Leon hits the PA system. The crowd loses it as Torture comes out from the back and down the ramp.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!
Price unhooks the leg and gets to his feet just as Torture is getting up onto the apron. Price screaming for the referee to get Torture back as he climbs through the ropes. Torture with a big right hand and down goes the referee. There's a staredown before Torture points down to Black and starts giving Price shit for taking the easy way out. Price with a middle finger.
Jayson Price: Go back home before I retire your ass too!
Torture laughing now and he starts to go at Price when suddenly he's taken to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: It's Seth!
Seth Lerch, having seemingly appeared out of thin air, is at ringside, dragging Torture out of the ring by one of his ankles. Seth with a right hand.
Seth Lerch: YOU'RE NOT FUCKING UP ONE!
Torture laughs off the weak ass punch and responds with a right of his own that sends Seth tumbling into the announce table. There's a brawl outside the ring now between Seth and Torture as Price is watching on from inside the ring. But what he's not watching is Black, who's back up on his feet now and not happy about getting kicked in the dick. Black spins Price around and hits him with a stiff elbow. Price doesn't go down but he does get turned around and that's all Black needs as he lifts him up.
Zach Davis: BURNING HAMMER! IT'S OVER!
Black with a perfectly executed burning hammer and he quickly goes for the cover.
The referee's count halts as he's dragged out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!
One of the cameramen that were outside the ring is standing overtop the referee.
Zach Davis: That's Cameraman Bob! One of Price's old lackeys!
Freddy Whoa: Say...did anyone ever tell you that you and Bob look a hell of a lot alike?
Zach Davis: I have but I just don't see it.
Corey Black losing it in the ring as Bob is busy stomping on the back of the referee to keep him down. Black now to his feet and he's climbing through the ropes to go after Bob. Black reaches out to grab him when Bob spins around and decks him in the face with the camera he's holding.
Freddy Whoa: JESUS!
Black left laid out up against the ring apron, somewhat conscious still but not in any shape to do anything but stay upright, as Price is crawling to the ropes back in the ring. Bob readies his camera for another blow to the head when there's a commotion in the crowd behind him.
Zach Davis: RICK MAD! WHAT THE HELL?!
Rick Mad jumps the barricade and spears Bob to the floor before he can strike Black again.
Freddy Whoa: Where in the fuck did Rick Mad come from?
Zach Davis: Freddy! I never hear you say fuck!
Freddy Whoa: I can't help it! This shit has gone completely off the rails!
Rick Mad now with Cameraman Bob in a sleeper hold and dragging him away through the crowd. Price finally back up to his feet and he's pulling Black back into the ring under the bottom rope. He wants to go for a cover but quickly realizes that there's no referee. He starts waving to the back, demanding a referee come out to make the count. One finally appears, racing down the ramp. But from out of nowhere he gets blindsided by a chair shot!
Zach Davis: NIKKI VENUS!
Freddy Whoa: One of Corey Black's longest known associates! Talk about a blast from the past!
Zach Davis: Literally! That was one hell of a chair shot!
Two referees down now at ringside and Price is throwing a fit as Venus is taunting him from outside the ring. But then from behind yet another female slides into the ring to the shock of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: TAYLOR SWIFT?!
Price baffled by the reaction to Swift as he's oblivious to her presence. Finally, he turns around and he catches a superkick to the jaw to the delight of the crowd. Now Nikki Venus is up on the apron and she's climbing to the top rope.
Zach Davis: What is she doing up there?!
Venus with a beautifully executed 450 splash as Swift is outside the ring trying to get the original referee back into the ring. Black still a bit out of it as Venus has to drag Black on top of Price before sliding out of the ring. The referee finally crawling over to make the count.
Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT!
Venus and Swift are beside themselves outside the ring as Price is able to roll Black off of him, leaving both laid out on the mat as the referee manages to get himself up on his feet. Price the first up to his feet as Black is up on one knee. Price grabs him by the head and pulls him into position for a powerbomb. Price gets him up but Black counters by driving an elbow into his face. Black with a second shot and Price falls backward as Black lands on his feet. Price starts to get up when Black catches him off guard with a superkick to the chin.
Zach Davis: You think the day will come when we don't see a superkick in every wrestling match?
Freddy Whoa: Absolutely. It'll be the same day The Hulk and Batman are in the same movie.
Price struggling to get upright until Black pulls him up and shoves him into the corner. Black climbs up the ropes and begins to rain down punches as the crowd chants along.
The referee gives Black a little leeway before finally yelling for Black to get back. Black keeps going with the punches as the ref starts up a count but Price cuts them both off with a headbutt to the gut. Price grabs Black around the waist and lifts him off the middle rope before flapjacking him face first off the top turnbuckle. Black left clutching the top ropes as Price rolls out of the ring to regroup.
Freddy Whoa: These two seem to have an answer for everything the other throws at them. This whole match neither has fully been in control, it's been back and forth the whole way.
Zach Davis: What's coming ne-
A drum beat rolls.
Freddy Whoa: What is that?
Zach Davis: No...
It rolls...it rolls...it beats and echoes trying to make the fans' ears bleed. Both Price and Black look toward the stage, they both know that music all too well.
Zach Davis: No, no, no...
Say Anything's "Chia-Like, I Shall Grow" blasts through the arena speakers. The crowd's interest in peaked now too because they know that music. Suddenly Logan jumps the barricade and slides into the ring to a huge reaction from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Logan is here?!
Zach Davis: Torture...Rick Mad...Nikki Venus...now Logan? We really have traveled back in time!
Black suddenly with a bit more life in him as he comes out of the corner. The crowd goes hush as for one last time we have a staredown between the two most decorated and winningest wrestlers in WCF's history. The last of the true WCF originals. The two men arguably most responsible for WCF existing in the first pla-
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! LOOK OUT!
Jayson Price back into the ring and he hits Logan in the back of the skull with a superkick. Logan stumbles right into the arms of Black, who spins him around and into a sleeper hold.
Zach Davis: BLACKENED CONNECTOR!
Logan hit with a more violent modified version of his own finisher as, for a brief moment, Black and Price once more work as a team to roll Logan's limp body out of the ring and to the floor. The crowd doesn't know what to think at this point, they've witnessed too much insanity to be able to process it all. Black looks out at the crowd as they cheer but it's short lived as Price spins him back around and hits him with a superkick that sends him into the corner.
Freddy Whoa: And that didn't last at all!
Price now lifting Black up onto the top turnbuckle and he begins climbing up.
Zach Davis: What the hell is he thinking here?
Price starts to set up for a superplex but Black begins to fight back with right hands. Price ends that by leaping down to the mat and then hitting a european uppercut that leaves Black dazed. The referee trying to get Price to back off but Price responds by kicking him in the dick and throwing him out of the ring. Price now again climbing up the ropes but he's trying for something completely different.
Freddy Whoa: Mother of god...DON'T TELL ME HE'S SERIOUS!
Price setting Black up for a powerbomb as the fans are screaming out "NO!" Price now balancing on the top rope with Black up in place before he leaps off! Black gets thrown into the crowd as Price comes up short and lands chest first across the barricade. The crowd goes silent as replays of Black crashing into fans in the front row and disappearing under a pile of bodies and chairs and refreshments are shown. Security in the area runs to pull the debris off of him as Price falls off the barricade and onto the ground ringside.
Zach Davis: GET THE MEDICS OUT HERE! COREY BLACK MIGHT BE DEAD!
The referee is standing by the barricade, looking back and forth at both Price and Black. Price is trying to pull himself up while clutching his ribs as Black isn't moving on the floor. Medics are now on hand trying to wake him up as the nearby fans look on in horror. Price up on his feet and the referee is trying to keep him back as he's talking it over with the people in the back. Price looks at Black down in the crowd and tells the referee to go fuck himself before punching him to the floor and then climbing over the barricade.
Zach Davis: Get that son of a bitch away! He's going to kill him!
Price now shoving medics out of the way as fans begin to hurl food and drinks at him. Price with two handfuls of hair as he pulls a limp Black to his feet.
Jayson Price: YOU'RE NOT GOING TO COST ME THIS WIN!
Price leads Black over to the barricade and then shoves him over and onto the floor. Holding onto his ribs, Price back over the barricade as yet another referee runs out from the barricade. The referee trying to get Price to back off as Black is clearly not okay, but Price shoves him into the ring and screams for the referee to get ready to count his win. Price in the ring now and he goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: God damn it.
Zach Davis: For the love of-
Freddy Whoa: KICK OUT! HOW IN THE HELL?!
Price rolls off of Black and stares at him like he was an alien.
Zach Davis: THIS MAN IS AN IMMORTAL!
Price back on top of Black and this time he hooks the leg.
Freddy Whoa: SHOULDER UP!
Price now on his feet and he's throwing a fit, tearing at his beard and screaming out obscenities as Black is stirring on the mat, still not looking like he's fully there. Price staring down at Black and his eyes are that of a man who's ready to kill. Black trying to sit up but he ends up getting dragged to his feet.
Jayson Price: WHY WON'T YOU FUCKING DIE ALREADY!?
Price starts to set up Black for the Pricebuster but then stops and shakes his head. He spins him around and then lifts him up onto his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: Don't tell me he's going to try and end it this way...
The crowd booing as Price stands in the middle of the ring, set up for a burning hammer on Black. But suddenly Black comes back to life! Black manages to land an elbow to the face and wiggle free. Black spins Price around and grabs him by the head. One elbow. Two elbows. Three elbows. Elbow strikes one after the other until Price is busted open badly.
Corey Black: I'LL NEVER DIE YOU BITCH!
Black spins him around and lifts him up.
Freddy Whoa: BURNING HAMMER!
Zach Davis: AND THE MOST SATISFYING ONE I'VE EVER WITNESSED!
Black hits it square in the middle of the ring and then hooks the leg as the crowd counts along.
Zach Davis: THAT'S IT! COREY BLACK HAS FINISHED HIS RETIREMENT TOUR WITH A WIN AT ONE!
"Creeping Death" by Metallica hits the speakers as the entire arena is on it's feet applauding. The referee helps Black up to his feet as the adrenaline has worn off and he's about ready to fall over. Black manages to get an arm up in the air before the referee has to help him to the ropes to keep upright. Black waves him off and then looks out at the crowd as a loud chant starts up.
Crowd: THANK YOU COREY! THANK YOU COREY! THANK YOU COREY!
The music continues to play as Price rolls out of the ring and has to be held up by the referee.
Zach Davis: Tonight we witnessed the final match of arguably the greatest wrestler in WCF history. A true legend in every sense of the word. And by god did he go out with a hell of a bang.
Black now to the center of the ring and he drops to his knees as the crowd continues to chant for him. He's soaking it all in, obviously emotional at the reaction he's getting. Outside the ring the referee is trying to help Price to the back but he's not moving. He's staring back in the ring at Black.
Freddy Whoa: Hang on...what's this?
Price now pulling himself back up onto the apron as the referee looks worried that things might not be over. Black senses Price coming back in and gets to his feet, ready for a fight.
Zach Davis: If he ruins this moment I swear I'll go in there and kill him myself!
Another staredown as the music fades out and the crowd goes hush. Black with his fists in the air, daring Price to come for another round. But Price shakes his head! Now he's dropping down to one knee.
Freddy Whoa: He's kneeling! He's finally recognizing Black as the King Of All Wrestlers!
Shock turns to cheers as Black pulls Price back to his feet and the two share a brief hug in the center of the ring. They break and Black looks ready to celebrate but Price turns and leaves. He's giving Black his moment. The arena lights drop and the ring is lit up with a spotlight on Black as the crowd starts up yet another chant.
Black takes one final look around at the crowd, a smile on his face, then throws up the devil horns before waving to them. He then turns and leaves the ring, heading up the ramp as an emotional crowd watches him make one last walk out of One. As he disappears into the back, the camera moves about the arena, focusing on the fans reactions until we fade out to a promo for Timebomb.
Zach Davis: We've had a hell of a night, but save for the World Title match itself, no match has bigger ramifications for WCF than this one.
Freddy Whoa: Normally, to get a World Title shot at One, you have to win War. If Gravedigger wins this match, he bypasses that - he's guaranteed his shot next year. Will it be a Triple Threat with the War winner? Will something else happen? No one knows - but this is Gravedigger's chance at earning what many have said he should have had all along... a World Title match at the grandest stage WCF has to offer.
Zach Davis: He's a veteran of WCF - no one except Corey Black and Seth himself have been here longer. But he hasn't tasted WCF World Championship gold since 2010, quite a long time ago - and he wants it again.
Freddy Whoa: Not only that - but he's NEVER main evented One. He's one of the biggest stars of the company, and it's a feat he's never accomplished. He needs this.
Zach Davis: That said, Stephen Singh is forging his own legendary path. Approximately one year ago he began his feud with then World Champion Joey Flash, and eventually gained the World Title. Since then, Thievin' Stephen has been a force to be reckoned with.
Freddy Whoa: And Stephen Singh's prize in this match is the Final Destination briefcase - a briefcase that guarantees the holder a World Title shot anywhere, at any time. We've seen Logan win it to much controversy, and we've seen David Sanchez win it... only for the Choke Artist himself to lose it to FPV, who cashed in unsuccessfully.
Zach Davis: Stephen Singh with that briefcase, though? Stealing things is HIS THING. That spells danger for whoever the World Champion is after tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Even besides everything on the line here - this match is personal. Gravedigger used MS-13 to attack Stephen Singh - and Stephen Singh responded with a vicious attack on Gravedigger, even going so far as turning on his partner Ethan King in a fit of rage. Even Stephen Singh's mother Donna has gotten involved, urging Gravedigger to end his career.
The gruff voice from the 80s sample announces "Cold getting dumb..." as the WCFTron flashes the word "STEPHEN SINGH" in a shimmering gold before being replaced by a gray-tinted montage of Stephen Singh brutalizing past opponents. The menacing beat of the Supervillain Theme by Mad Villain fills the arena, golden pyros form 5 ft high fountains across the stage, and "Superstar" Stephen Singh steps out with a scowl spread across his face. He pauses for a moment at the top of the stage, looking to the booing crowd with disgust.
Kyle Steel: And introducing at this time...The Excellence of Elocution....The Shakespeare of Shoot...The Sure Thing....
As the gold fountains shrink back into the stage, The Superstar begins making his way down the ramp, snarling and angrily jawing with fans on the way. He finally gets to the ring stairs and stomps up them noisily, angrily before wiping his feet on the apron and stepping through the ropes.
Kyle Steel: THE SUPERSTAR STEPHEN SINGH!
Singh stands in the corner, staring towards the entryway, awaiting Gravedigger.
The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and Gravedigger emerges from the back with a pair of MS-13 bikers in tow. He throws his arms out and yells out with a look of rage on his face. The crowd drowns the Legend in boos and his face quickly turns into a smirk as he looks out at the crowd before finally focusing in on the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next.... FROM PHOENIX, ARIZONA... standing at six feet and six inches tall, weighing in at two hundred fifty eight pounds... former WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... THE EPITOME OF HARDCORE... GRAAAAAAAAAAAVEDIGGGGGERRRRRR!!!
Gravedigger starts slowly walking down the ring, the air still thick with boos as the smirk is etched on his hardened face. As the trio reaches the ringside area, the two bikers walk off to one side as Gravedigger jogs up the nearby ring steps. He steps in between the top and middle rope and bounces into the ring.
Zach Davis: STEPHEN SINGH ON THE ATTACK!
Singh attacks Gravedigger before he can complete his entrance, and the bell sounds!
Freddy Whoa: The fate of the WCF World Title, One 2018, and maybe even one of these men's careers, all of these things hang in the balance - here we go!
Singh hits a series of stiff shots to to the back of Gravedigger's head before turning him around and clubbing him with forearms. He throws Gravedigger to the ropes. Gravedigger reverses the irish whip and sends Singh in instead, but GD is still reeling from the early strikes which allows Singh to Clothesline him down. Gravedigger gets to his feet quickly and Singh thumbs him in the eye before executing a rollup pin.
Zach Davis: No!, Gravedigger escapes. Both men to their feet.
Stephen Singh hits a series of leg kicks to Gravedigger before executing a Snapmare and kicking him in the spine. Singh then applies a Chinlock.
Freddy Whoa: This is normally the time where a crowd might chant LETS GO GRAVEDIGGER or some such, but... The crowd hates both of these guys.
Gravedigger still works his way up and elbows his way out of the chinlock, but Singh saw that coming and is able to drop Gravedigger with a Reverse DDT. Singh then floats over and pins him.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger powers out of that one.
Singh gets to his feet and Gravedigger is tired of taking punishment - he's up and he blocks a strike from Singh before firing back with a series of his own! He takes Singh down with a Russian Legsweep and then awaits as The Superstar gets up..
Freddy Whoa: GRAVE MARKER!
No!, Singh ducks it. Singh hits the ropes and comes back but Gravedigger catches him in a Powerslam into a pin.
Kickout from Singh now. Gravedigger transitions into a Sleeper.
Zach Davis: Again, if the crowd liked any of these guys, we'd get some kind of chant here.
Singh works his way up but instead of letting Singh fight out of it, Gravedigger executes a Sleeper Suplex. He then begins stomping on the Superstar. Singh rolls out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Not sure who has the upper hand out there. On one hand, Singh is the dirtiest player in the WCF game, but on the other - Gravedigger, Epitome of Hardcore and all....
GRAVEDIGGER FLIES THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger gets to his feet after the crowd pops and pounds his chest, feeding on them for just a moment. He picks Singh up and throws him into the ring stairs, which Singh crashes into with a thud.
Zach Davis: I'm being told that if Gravedigger and Singh are counted out, Vacant will win both the Final Destination briefcase AND the One World Title shot. Vacant, of course, is a prolific Champion, having held several belts in several different organizations all over the world.
Gravedigger lifts Singh up and whips him all the way into the opposite ring steps as well.
Freddy Whoa: Singh crashes into them - no! He jumps up onto them.. Gravedigger is already running towards him.. Singh jumps off and hits a Dropkick!
Zach Davis: Stephen Singh doesn't always high fly, but that was impressive!
Singh lifts Gravedigger up and shoves him into the guardrail before hitting a knife edge chop.
He hits another.
Singh backs off and then Clotheslines Gravedigger over the guardrail!, both men flying into the crowd!
Freddy Whoa: The referee is giving these guys a lot of leniency here, but it's One!, no one wants some kind of disqualification.
Singh lifts Gravedigger up as fans scatter and bodyslams him into some chairs. Gravedigger stumbles to his feet and Singh runs at him.. Gravedigger is able to catch him and execute a Belly to Belly, sending Singh flying into some fans that weren't expecting it!
Zach Davis: Here come some lawsuits.
Gravedigger picks up a chair and waffles Singh with it. Singh is sent back over to the guardrail, on dream street, and slumps over it and falls back into the ringside area. Gravedigger climbs back into the ringside area as well before picking Singh up, now busted open, and taking him towards the German announce table.
Freddy Whoa: This is what Donna wanted from Gravedigger.
Gravedigger hits a few forearm shots to Singh before grappling him for a Respecto through the table, but no!, Singh elbows his way out of it. Singh chops Gravedigger in the throat before hitting a series of elbow shots to his head.
Zach Davis: Stephen Singh lays Gravedigger on the announce table now.. What does he have in mind?
Singh climbs onto the table while the angry German announcers yell at them. He lifts Gravedigger up and grapples him for a Snap Suplex.
Freddy Whoa: No, Gravedigger's survival instincts kicking in now, he breaks free.
Zach Davis: Both men brawling on top of the table now!
Stephen Singh takes a wild swing, which allows Gravedigger to lift him.
Freddy Whoa: EMBALMER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!
The crowd gasps!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Un-be-lievable! Gravedigger has done what he set out to do, quite possibly.. he could have just ended The Superstar's career!
Gravedigger rolls away from the body of Stephen Singh and slides into the ring. The ref begins counting.
Gravedigger paces, watching Singh.
Singh isn't moving.
Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger's got this! To main event One next year, all he has to do is ... nothing!
Zach Davis: But if he wins by count out, he hasn't REALLY beaten Stephen Singh, now has he?
Gravedigger, conflicted, curses under his breath and slides out of the ring, breaking the count. He quickly grabs the limp body of Stephen Singh and tosses him into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger isn't winning by countout! He's going for the pin!
Gravedigger sits up and pounds the mat in frustration. He quickly lifts Singh up.
Freddy Whoa: DEATH DRIVER!
NO!, Singh is able to shift his weight once he's on Gravedigger's shoulders, and falls behind him, dropping him..
Zach Davis: COGNITIVE DISSONANCE!
Singh keeps a hold of Gravedigger.
Freddy Whoa: THIEF IN THE NIGHT! STEPHEN SINGH HITS IT!
Singh drops down and pins Gravedigger in the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: NO! NO! GRAVEDIGGER GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Freddy Whoa: How in the hell!?
Stephen Singh gets to his feet and immediately punches the referee out of furstration. He stomps away at Gravedigger, telling him to stay down.
Zach Davis: Stephen Singh thought that once he survived Gravedigger's onslaught through the table and reversed the Death Driver, he had it won.
The Superstar pulls out his golden knuckles and now taunts Gravedigger into getting back up. Gravedigger looks up with hatred in his eyes and fights to his feet - without realizing what Singh has in store.
Freddy Whoa: THERE IT IS, vicious Midas Touch to Gravedigger. He takes him out with the golden knuckles. Come on...
Singh yells towards Kyle Steel to make sure we get another ref out here.
Zach Davis: Blood is trickling down Gravedigger's face, both men are busted open now.
Singh sees another ref running to the ring and immediately pins Gravedigger, hooking his leg as the ref slides in.
Freddy Whoa: NO! GRAVEDIGGER STILL ABLE TO KICK OUT!
Without hesitation Singh gets to his feet and waits for Gravedigger to try to get to his. He runs at him.
Zach Davis: KINSHASAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: SINGH HITS THE SMITE!
Singh drops down and pins Gravedigger once more.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger shoves Singh off of him after a one count!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger gets to his feet and roars at Singh, who attempts to back off but Gravedigger rushes him and takes him down with a Grave Marker. Singh stumbles up - BOOM, another Grave Marker. Singh stumbles up again and walks right into a RESPECTO!
Zach Davis: Gravedigger has gotten another wind, this could be it!
Gravedigger climbs to the top...
Freddy Whoa: The Epitome of Hardcore is one leap away from going to One 2018!
There he goes!
Zach Davis: DEATH FROM ABOVE!
NO!, SINGH GETS THE KNEES UP! Gravedigger crashes into them and rolls away. Singh gets to his feet and measures up Gravedigger...
Freddy Whoa: ANOTHER SMITE!
He's not leaving it to chance - he lifts Gravedigger up and grapples him from behind.
Zach Davis: THIEF IN THE NIGHT!
No!, Gravedigger is able to grab Singh before he can hit the move and lift him up onto his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: GRAVEDIGGER HAS HIM! HE HAS HIM! DEATH DRIVER!
NO!, Stephen has it scouted and lands behind Gravedigger.
Zach Davis: THIEF IN THE NIIGGHHTT!! HE HITS IT NOW!
Singh pins Gravedigger, leg hooked.
Freddy Whoa: There it is.
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: STEPHEN SINGH HAS DONE IT! STEPHEN SINGH WINS THE FINAL DESTINATION BRIEFCASE!
Singh tries to stand up to accept the briefcase but collapses. Gravedigger lies motionless.
Freddy Whoa: Hell of a match between these two men. They gave it their all - from brawling outside the ring to having counters for counters - but at the end of the day Stephen Singh had the perfect counter for the Death Driver and he got to use it at precisely the right time.
Finally, Singh is able to stand long enough to accept the briefcase, which he clutches before rolling out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Cna you imagine this!? Thievin' Stephen with the Final Destination briefcase.... wow.
Freddy Whoa: Only the fourth man in history to carry the briefcase, only ONE of which has cashed it in successfully. Will Stephen Singh become the second?
Medics are checking on Gravedigger now.
Zach Davis: Meanwhile, for Gravedigger, the road to One 2018 becomes a lot more difficult. His dream isn't out of reach - he can still win War, and main event One 2018 like he intends. But it's going to be a hell of a ride.
Singh rolls out of the ring and stumbles up the ramp as his music plays and Gravedigger begins showing signs of life.
Freddy Whoa: On a night where we've seen Corey Black's retirement, we've also seen Gravedigger give us the fight of a lifetime. Unbelievable.
The Wells Fargo Center has been chosen for the hosting of the first main event ever in 2018 and it is the main event of WCF’s biggest PPV, One. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. No other audience matters right now who is in tune with professional wrestling and they are about to witness the WCF World Championship on the line as John Rabid defend against rightful War winner, Sydney J. Warwick. The camera cuts over to Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis sat behind the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for all this year. The main event of WCF’s biggest stage, One. The WCF World Championship will be on the line as Sydney J. Warwick will face off against current reigning World Champion, John Rabid.
Zach Davis: It all started when John Rabid defeated Stephen Singh and Teo Del Sol in a Triple Threat Match to win the WCF World Championship. After being denied and screwed out of opportunities, that moment became the biggest moment in his career so far but tonight would be a huge payoff to set the tone for 2018.
Freddy Whoa: After his World Championship victory, Sydney J. Warwick then went on to be the 2017 War Winner earning his place in the main event and a shot at the World Championship. These two have been coming for each other bringing their ideals against one another. Rabid who holds onto the foundations of professional wrestling while Warwick chooses his new ways over this era.
Zach Davis: It’s a clash of the worlds coming together for dominance but only one will survive in the big bang. Tonight is the main event of One and it’s no longer up to waiting. John Rabid versus Sydney J. Warwick for the WCF World Championship is happening now!
The cameras pan around the fully sold out arena before a spotlight emerges on the center stage as “Both Hands” by Ani DiFranco plays from the surround system. The excessive negative reactions are so loud, it’s fighting against the music volume booming around the interior of the arena. It then increases over the entrance music when Sydney J. Warwick walks out and stands center stage.
He’s then joined by a group of males with their slick back blonde hair, glasses on and dressed professional in their colored vest forming a line on each side of SJW. SJW raises up a pamphlet before walking down to the ring with the men following behind him like an army. Down the long entrance path all the way to the ring, the audience behind the barricade are flipping them off.
Crowd: YOU FUCKING SUCK! YOU FUCKING SUCK! YOU FUCKING SUCK! YOU FUCKING SUCK!
Sydney J. Warwick stops before the northern section of the apron gesturing for the rest of men to circle around the ring. They face all the fans at ringside as SJW climbs up the steel steps then moves through the ropes to the center of the ring. There are no special effects of lighting, digital graphics on the stage or even a signature titantron movie. It’s all about him and him alone.
Freddy Whoa: In his beginning year of WCF, Sydney J. Warwick has amassed a resume through hard work but also made his presence known. Possibly the most hated wrestler of 2017 but probably the most decorated as well. War Winner, Alpha Champion, Omega Champion and also Television Champion. Tonight he has the chance to add one more championship to that resume and it is the WCF World Championship!
Sydney fixes the bow tie around his neck before raising the pamphlet up in the air again. The rest of men surrounding the ring do so the same and in a matter of seconds, pamphlets start falling from the rafters down to the audience. This act of arrogance and disrespect ignites an explosive negative reaction to the point where the Philadelphia fans start throwing the pamphlets back into the ring as crushed rolled up balls of paper.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU SJW! FUCK YOU SJW! FUCK YOU SJW! FUCK YOU SJW!
Zach Davis: It seems the Philadelphia audience aren’t too happy with Sydney J. Warwick but who can blame them? He’s trying to change everything that professional wrestling stands abou and it’s a slap in the face to all of us who are passionate about it. If he wins the WCF World Championship, this is going to be the year of Sydney J. Warwick giving him the ultimate power to do and control whatever he wants.
As his music fades away, the atmosphere is clouded with boos and harsh expletives spoken from the heart of Philadelphia. Sydney fixes his glasses and turns his body to the stage as this is the defining moment of his career. The ringside workers are doing their best to clean the inside of the ring and the entire ringside itself as the rest of men surrounding it leave the area.
Crowd: LETS GO RABID! LETS GO RABID! LETS GO RABID! LETS GO RABID! LETS GO RABID!
The entire stadium slowly descends into pitch black darkness but the volcanic eruption of cheers change the eerie atmosphere into an exciting one. The spotlight shines a young little girl dressed in pure black with thick fog surrounding her body. Standing right in front of a microphone, the crowd becomes silent as her unique angelic voice caresses the thousands in attendance awaiting their beloved champion and protector of professional wrestling.
As the child continues to sing, the lights on each side of her showcases a choir full of youths in their black gowns. However, the moment she pauses at the end of the second chorus, a small hush sounds across the entire arena before the titantron showcases these words with a deep voice speaking these legendary words.
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon takes over the environment supported by the booming praise of the Philadelphia home. Rising from below the long entrance path is John Rabid in that leather black coat with the back facing the camera with the words “Rabid Club” imprinted in a slicing graphical design. He slowly turns around displaying the WCF World Championship belt around his waist.
Bright lights starts flashing and dancing in according to the harmony of his entrance music. He slowly starts walking down the entrance path covered in dry ice with his shades hiding the piercing penance stare thrown at SJW who is in his corner waiting to get the match started. As he stops before the ring, he quickly points the gun at the emptied stage before the ‘BANG’ is fired. A series of fireworks erupt into the air on cue supporting the World Champion.
Zach Davis: He is possibly the most dominant man to ever step into WCF. The ultimate story of being denied the chance at greatness but he sits at the top of the mountain. Ever since John Rabid was in the WCF, he has personified the meaning of hard work and success. We know deeply that his family and mostly his son can look at his father and see what a hero he is to the entire world. But most importantly, he is the WCF World Champion fighting for every professional wrestling fan tonight!
Standing on the apron edge, he leans against the ropes staring right through those dark shades at his opponent he’s been waiting to get his hands on. John walks over to the turnbuckles and stands onto the middle rope before unhooking the belt around his waist before raising it above his head. A series of fireworks explode around the rafters before he lets down the belt to his side with the spotlight directly on him.
Freddy Whoa: He is the wrestler you want to emulate, and the wrestler you want to imitate. John Rabid has accomplished so much his career while he is still in his prime. There is no denying the hustle and work he put in to reach the pinnacle of success. To be in the main event of One and the WCF World Champion is an absolute honor but tonight he’s putting everything on the line to walk out still the champion.
He stands in the center of the ring holding the championship belt up in his right hand while pointing the finger gun at SJW who steps up to him. Now the two are staring into each other’s eyes in a standoff but Rabid slowly takes off his shades and tosses it out of the ring. His music fades away, the lights return back to normal and these two refuse to break eye contact in this epic stare down.
They slowly back away to their respective corners as the referee takes the World Championship belt away into his own hands. Kyle Steel in his signature black tuxedo stands beside the official of the match in the center of the ring then raises his microphone under his lips as the rest of the arena falls into darkness with only the ring being illuminated.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is the main event of the evening scheduled for one fall-
Kyle Steel: -and it is for the WCF World Championship! Introducing first! The challenger! Hailing from London, England! At six feet, three inches tall, weighing in at 263 pounds. He is the 2017 War Winner, “The Sidster” Sydney J. Warwick!!!
Sydney J. Warwick steps out of his corner a few paces before pointing at Rabid gesturing his hands around his waist. Sending a message that he will be the new WCF World Champion. Wearing blue and gold tights to his mid-thigh with a paisley pattern and his initials "SJW" printed on the seat. He wears basic gold wrestling boots with a blue stripe down the side. He stands back in his corner allowing Kyle to continue.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from London, England! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 226 pounds. He is the REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED WCF CHAMPION OF THE WORLD, John “The Ripper” Rabid!!!
John slowly takes off his jacket and throws it over to Sydney J. Warwick as a sign of disrespect. He slowly walks up into the center finger banging Sydney as Kyle holds the microphone under the referee’s chin . The referee holds up the championship and gestures for both men to step up in the center as they do but continue to stare each other down.
Referee: Gentlemen. This is the main event for the WCF World Championship. Follow my directions at all time, obey all the rules and protect yourselves. Touch hands if you want too and back up!
They do not touch hands but Rabid does flip off SJW on the way back. The audience ooh’s in a loud reaction. Kyle Steel leaves the ring, the referee hands a ringside member the championship belt as both competitors in their respective corners warm up and prepare for the biggest match of their careers so far.
Freddy Whoa: SYDNEY J. WARWICK! JOHN RABID! MAIN EVENT OF ONE! WCF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE! HERE. WE. GO!
Ding Ding Ding!
Neither competitor leave their corners just yet as they continue to warm up. After a few seconds of staring each down from equal distance, they both leave their corners and circle the ring. The fans are leaning closer in their seats as the two meet in the center. They lock up with each other and start to push back and forth. Sydney is the heavier man so he uses his weight to try and dominate but Rabid’s strong will is keeping him steady. They break off and stare each other down again.
Crowd: LETS GO RABID! FUCK YOU SIDNEY! LETS GO RABID! FUCK YOU SYDNEY!
Circling the ring, they are forming gameplans and strategies in their mind. This is a crucial part of their career so both men have to be very smart about it. They re enter into the center again and return to that tradition elbow and collar tie up. However, SJW sneaks in the Side Headlock before sweeping him over down to the canvas. He’s switching up the usual pin attempts to the technical wear and tear which seems to be working especially putting his weight on top of Rabid’s body.
Freddy Whoa: This is the feeling out process of the match and Sydney J. Warwick hasn’t started with his style of unique pin attempts. He knows exactly who his opponent is so the change in his style and game plans are coming into full effect now.
John rolls around in the submission finding his footing before having both him and Warwick back on their feets. He pulls himself and Warwick into the ropes behind him before using the spring to try and push him off but Sydney keeps a tight hold on his head. John throws a couple of forearms into the ribs to loosen the hold and repeat the process to throw him off. On the return from the ropes, Sydney drops John down on his back in the center of the ring with a good Shoulder Barge!
Zach Davis: Strong Shoulder Barge by Sidney J. Warwick!
Sidney runs to the ropes beside him then rebounds hopping over John’s back as he turns over. Rabid gets back on his feet then leapfrogs under the ducking Warwick who runs into the ropes again but comes back into a great Arm Drag by the champion. He lands down on his back before getting back up then turns around to eat a strong Dropkick putting him down. Landing down on the mat, he rolls backwards onto his knees and a standoff happens again between the two.
Zach Davis: John Rabid showing exactly why you just can’t out wrestle him. He has this veteran ability to switch up the pace in an instant second. It’s that experience alone could change the tide of this match in his favor and I think Sidney now understands how serious his opponent can be.
Sidney slowly gets off his knee to his feet staring forward at John finger banging him again. He doesn’t appreciate being mocked so the two decides to cut back into the center for the third and last lock up. Now Sidney has the right arm wrenched over his head before standing at John’s side applying a Wrist Lock. Surely the champion doesn’t appreciate being on the painful side so he rolls forward on the mat, kips up back to his feet, takes SJW’s arm and puts him in the Wrist Lock.
Rabid switches behind him with the arm applying the Hammerlock. Sidney leans to the right trying to elbow him but his opponent keeps his head away. Warwick takes the free arm of his opponents, swoops right behind him and applies his own Hammerlock submission on Rabid but the World Champion runs into the ropes ahead of him. He grapples onto it allowing SJW to roll backwards onto his feet in the center of the ring. Rabid charges into him but SJW manages to roll him up!
The world champion kicks out of the pin and rolls back up to his feet. He runs into Sidney who sweeps his feet and trips him down on the back before hopping over his chest for another quick pin!
John bridges up from under his body onto his feet showing his flexibility. He leaps over the proned Sidney grabbing his body in the movement before rolling him on top of his shoulders for the pin!
Sidney kicks out of the pin attempt then tries to go over to Rabid who manages to capture Sidney onto his shoulders. However, the world champion rolls himself down onto his back before bridging upwards thus pinning Sidney once again.
Both men break off the submission and Sidney gets frustrated. Rabid tries to go for a quick Knife Edge Chop but Warwick ducks under the arm sneaking behind his opponent. He locks him backwards in that Reverse Bloody Sunday position before lifting him up but Rabid flips him from behind in the German Suplex hold. He takes the right arm, spins him around and attempts the V-Trigger but luckily for Warwick, he ducks under it in the knick of time. Both men gain some distance before spinning around to each other in the center of the ring after that sequence.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOO! LETS GO RABID! FUCK YOU SIDNEY! LETS GO RABID! FUCK YOU SIDNEY!
Freddy Whoa: What an incredible sequence by the two. Neither man is willing to give up their chance at becoming world champion especially so early in the match. This is going to be possibly a match of the year certified winner for 2018!
They meet in the center again and Sidney shoves his hand across his opponent’s face which Rabid doesn’t take too kindly. He returns the favor in his own way; A Knife Edge Chop slices across his chest creating a sound that leaves the audience in awe. He keeps chopping him all the way to the ropes before taking the right arm and whipping him. No! SJW spins around and whips him into the ropes; Rabid leaps onto the middle rope then leaps backwards for a Springboard Crossbody!
Zach Davis: Springboard Crossbody by the World Champion! Rabid also utilizes the high-flying style in his arsenal as well!
Both men land on the mat and Rabid gets up first to help Sidney on his feet again. A strong right knee into the exposed ribs bends him forward before a Snap Suplex keeps him down on the mat. He floats over onto his chest and hooks the leg up for the pin attempt!
No! Sidney won’t give up so early so the offense has to be quick and continuous. He holds onto Warwick’s right arm then tosses him into the nearest corner where SJW’s back becomes glued to the turnbuckles. Rabid charges into him but Warwick ducks before lifting his body over the top rope; Luckily, John lands on his feet, blocks a forearm shot and returns one of his own to have SJW back up. He goes for a Springboard but Sidney just blatantly pushes him off!
Zach Davis: Sidney J. Warwick just shoved John Rabid off the top rope when he attempted another Springboard Move! He landed right down on the ringside mat but thankfully not against the guard rail. Now the official has begun with the count!
John crashes all the way down to ringside collapsing on his back. Sidney follows after him before having a handful of his hair. Using his bear strength, he yanks him back up then slaps his face down on the apron edge.
His head snaps against the impact and Sidney holds down the back of his head again before running over to the steel steps. The fans at ringside cover their eyes as Rabid’s head goes full force into the steel steps!
Freddy Whoa: This is a different side of Sidney J. Warwick we are seeing! After being disrespected by the fans for so long and John Rabid, it would take some time before he snaps!
SJW isn’t wasting any time on the offense. The referee starts demanding for them to get back in the ring and he obliges. Placing John under the bottom rope with his head exposed, a quick forearm shot into the temple forces the champion to roll into the ring. There, Sidney follows after him and nearly breaks his chest down with a Snap Elbow Drop! John sits up coughing but Sidney throws him down again and hooks up the leg!
No! Another kick out and John isn’t the one to give up that easily. The moment SJW tries to drag Rabid he up, he starts eating forearm shots into the ribs again. Finally, Rabid breaks the hold off of him then slices his chest again with back to back Knife Edge Chops. Sidney stops his momentum with a strong knee into the ribs before taking him down into the canvas with a Small Package pin attempt!
No! The two break off and it's both men back up until Rabid gets put down on the canvas again by a great Scoop Slam! He mouths off to the world champion on his back then returns to the ropes behind him for the extra spring but Rabid gets back up immediately full of energy. He catches him with a Spinning Wheel Kick into the temple causing SJW to bend down recovering but with a quick trip to the ropes and back, a Basement Dropkick powers him down completely!
Freddy Whoa: Powerful Basement Dropkick after the Spinning Wheel Kick! John Rabid is coming back strong after being brutalized at the hands of Sidney J. Warwick!
John helps him back up to his feet again then throws him down into the ropes. Upon the rebound, he ducks under a thrown right arm again then stops Sidney with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker! SJW slowly slides off his knees to a seated position and Rabid hops up and down feeling the energy of the audience. A burst of energy emulates from him the moment he makes a back and forth trip from the ropes to Sidney; He just walks up to him and clocks him with a giant knee!
Zach Davis: Oh wow! Rabid tends to use the V-Trigger a lot but that was just a disrespectful blow into the head and here is the pin attempt!
He kicks out and then rolls out to the apron. SJW holds onto the top rope to get up the moment Rabid joins him on the apron. Back and forth, the two exchange forearm blows into each others head until a strong forearm shot rattles the champion’s mind. John responds by firing off Machine Gun Knife Edge Chops before delivering a Superkick that knocks him down but SJW lands on his feet. With his back turned, Rabid leaps onto the top rope and produces a Spaceman Moonsault!
Freddy Whoa: Spaceman Moonsault and look at the height John Rabid produced on the end! Oh my God! John Rabid is pulling out all the stops today and this man does not care what happens as the end result! He wants to walk out out of Philadelphia still the WCF World Champion!
John lands perfectly on his feet but the barricade behind him stops the momentum. Sidney is on his back wondering what the hell happened until getting dragged up on his feet again. He gets thrown against the barricade spine first where the fans at ringside start mocking him!
He runs into Sidney who ducks under his arm trying to avoid the attack but Rabid hops onto the barricade being aware of his surroundings. He flips backwards into a Moonsault but Sidney catches him on his left shoulder before exercising a Running Shoulder Powerslam!
Freddy Whoa: Sidney J. Warwick is a quick learner! One Moonsault would work but not this time as he countered it into a very powerful Running Shoulder Powerslam on the ringside mat!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO! WE HATE SIDNEY! WE HATE SIDNEY! WE HATE SIDNEY!
A handful of hair is grabbed in the hands of Sidney who rolls John back into the ring. He follows afterwards and as John tries to get up, SJW quickly hops over his opponent in the bend position taking the waist in the motion for the Sunset Flip pin attempt!
Another kick out from the champion and the frustration is building on SJW’s face. He decides to change the pace of the match by flipping Rabid over onto his ass again and locking his arms around his neck applying a Sleeper Hold. Stuck in the center of the ring, the champion stretches his arms out trying to grasp the far ropes but Sidney keeps squeezing harder down on the throat cutting off his air supply.
Freddy Whoa: Sidney J. Warwick has that Sleeper Hold locked in and it’s deep! Rabid is tugging on the arm trying to loosen the hold but he has to do it quick or else he’ll be out!
Sidney keeps pulling backwards with the arms and Rabid holds onto it trying to remove it until he finds his footing. He manages to fight against SJW’s body weight and stand back up on his feet delivering Back Elbow Shots right into his ribs; Out of nowhere, Sidney hugs Rabid from behind then drops him over on the back of his head with a German Suplex! He bridges up for the pin attempt!
No! Rabid shoots his entire body out of the pin attempt and Sidney sits up extremely furiated. He slaps his hands on the mat, gets up and walks over to Rabid just kicking him in the head. Screaming for him to give up, he tries to pick him up until John springs up on the mat before leaping upwards to deliver a Bicycle Knee Strike into the chin!
Boom! A Clothesline knocks Sidney into the canvas until he gets back up on his feet from the momentum. Another Clothesline powers Warwick down into the canvas again. Both men back up, Rabid tries to irish whip but his opponent spins around doing his work. Upon the rebound, the champion ducks under a thrown right arm running into the ropes again then leaping off the mat for a beautiful Slingblade!
Zach Davis: Slingblade! John Rabid is going off the hinges with this huge comeback! The world champion pushing to retain his championship and he’s not going to stop until he does!
Sidney takes a moment being on his hands and knees before looking at Rabid charge at him from the opposing corner. A Shotgun Dropkick powers SJW across the ring all the way to the turnbuckles as his body recoils from the landing. John quickly leaves the ring to the apron and climbs all the way to the top rope. The moment Sidney stands up and turns around, he sees an incoming Rabid flying towards him and snapping his neck over with a Blockbuster!
Zach Davis: Holy crap! A Shotgun Dropkick into the corner followed by a Blockbuster! The World Champion is pulling out all the stops tonight and it doesn’t end there! Here’s the pin attempt!
No! Sidney kicks out again and Rabid stands by the ropes pointing that finger gun at him before going ‘BANG’! He charges straight into SJW but gets clocked out of nowhere with a huge Forearm Blow stopping him in his tracks. Warwick takes his body and lifts him up in the Vertical Suplex position but Rabid drops down behind him having his hands under his chin, knees against the back and nearly cracks his spine in half with the Backstabber!
Freddy Whoa: An amazing counter by John Rabid! The Vertical Suplex being countered by the Backstabber taking SJW by surprise! Absolutely amazing! Oh, I think he’s ready to deliver the Rabid Injection! This could be it right here!
Rabid’s hopping up and down, the energy surging through his entire body as he stands beside his opponent down on his hands and knees. The world champion takes off flipping into a handspring until rebounding back on his feet just in time for SJW’s to hold up him on his left shoulder before snapping down for the Back Suplex. John rolls backwards onto his knees and gets put down on the canvas again with an accelerated Swinging Neckbreaker!
Zach Davis: Sidney J. Warwick countering the Rabid Injection with a Back Suplex and the Swinging Neckbreaker! Here’s the pin attempt!
Another kickout and the challenger drags Rabid over to the corner before placing his seated on the top rope. He starts to climb all the way up on the middle rope trying to secure a Superplex. He tries to lift the champion but Rabid keeps his weight down on the top rope before sliding all the way to the bottom. A Superkick strikes SJW’s chin as he looks in between his legs then Rabid holds his body on top in the Electric Chair; He walks to the center and catches him in the Tiger Suplex!
Zach Davis: Superkick into the The Tower Bridge signature move! Sidney J. Warwick tried to go for the Superplex but Rabid said no! He slipped down, the Superkick provided The Tower Bridge which is the Electric Chair into the Bridging Tiger Suplex! Here is the pin attempt!
How?! Sidney shoots his entire body upwards out of the bridging pin causing Rabid to sit up with the most shocked facial expression ever. He slowly gets up and leans against the ropes preparing for that fingerbang again which he does. John sprints across, ducks under the right arm and goes into that Crucifix but Sidney holds onto his legs. Warwick runs into the nearest corner and creates an Alabama Slam into the turnbuckles!
Freddy Whoa: Alabama Slam into the Corner! SIdney J. Warwick with the Alabama Slam into the Corner!
Just as Rabid tries to get up, he gets squashed by Sidney with a Corner Avalanche. Warwick runs into the ropes behind him but as he does the rebound, John runs out of the corner to deliver yet another V-Trigger Knee Strike cutting him off. Sidney leans back against the ropes support then John runs into the ropes behind him going for a Springboard Tornado DDT. Warwick uses his strength to stop himself being spiked and then deadlifts him up for the Gordbuster!
Freddy Whoa: The Gordbuster! John Rabid took him by surprise with the V-Trigger and tried to go for the Springboard Tornado DDT but Sidney used his strength to deadlift him up in that Vertical Suplex before dropping him down chest first with the Gordbuster!
John lands on his ribs before bouncing back up on his hands and knees. Sidney wraps his arms around the waist before deadlifting him off the mat with Rabid’s back hanging across his right shoulder. He takes two steps down to the center of the ring before blowing his insides out with the Dominator! Rabid rolls over down on his back in the center of the ring as SJW drops down on top of him with the leg hooked!
Zach Davis: The White Knight! The White Knight Dominator signature move of Sidney J. Warwick! He has the champion down in the center of the ring! This could be it! We could have a new WCF World Champion!
Hell no! Rabid kicks out of the pin attempt and Sidney can’t believe it. He really thought he had it in the bag and looks back and forth between him and the top rope. Sidney has never produced any diving offense but it’s time to take a risk. He rolls under the bottom rope and starts climbing all the way to the top rope staring down at John who suddenly kips up on his feet then runs over to the corner immediately hopping on the top rope!
Freddy Whoa: Oh! Rabid is on the top rope after taking the White Knight! What the hell is he doing?
He stands on the top turnbuckle before leaping off with his legs wrapped around Sidney’s neck before flipping backwards to have him land on his neck with the Avalanche Frankensteiner. Sidney rolls forward onto his feet and turns around to the charging Rabid trying to catch him off the guard with the Discus Clothesline. John ducks under the right arm, uses it to his advantage and does a snap Half Nelson Suplex. The moment Sidney stands on his knees, he eats a Running V-Trigger!
Zach Davis: THAT’S THE SIXTH V-TRIGGER IN THE MATCH AFTER THE AVALANCHE FRANKENSTEINER FOLLOWED BY THE SNAP HALF NELSON SUPLEX! HERE’S THE PIN ATTEMPT!
No! Sidney kicks out of the pin attempt before rolling right out of the ring to the ringside mat. John hops up and down again preparing for yet a third dive. He runs into the ropes behind him, rebounds back into the ropes and goes for the Tope Suicida but SJW stands up catching him in his arms. He flips around his body into the Sidewalk Slam planting his entire back on the Spanish commentary table!
Freddy Whoa: Sidewalk Slam on the Spanish Commentary Table! Sidney J. Warwick breaking out all the impact moves tonight and he’s ensuring he does what it takes! Oh! He’s getting on the commentary table, we better move Zach!
Zach Davis: You betcha! Sidney J. Warwick and John Rabid are both on their feet and they better be careful!
SJW lands a forearm shot then John Rabid returns the same. The two go back and forth in this shots until SJW blocks a forearm shot to deliver a closed fist punch clocking him in the chin. John steps back a little before leaping forward with another V-Trigger Knee Strike nearly having him timber. With enough space, he charges into him but SJW catches the body, lifts him up and lands a Twisting Spinebuster putting both men through the table behind them!
Both men are lying down in a heap of destroyed table pieces and possibly broken bodies. Breathing heavily, bruised up all around, the referee quickly leaves the ring to check up on the two with medical at the side. He sees that they are both moving and goes back inside the ring as John and Sidney J. Warwick start fighting against the pain to crawl down to the apron edge.
Zach Davis: TWISTING SPINEBUSTER THROUGH OUR OWN ANNOUNCE TABLE! JOHN RABID AND SIDNEY J. WARWICK ARE PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE LINE AND SACRIFICING THEIR BODIES TO WALK OUT OF ONE THE WCF WORLD CHAMPION!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Rabid and Sidney are almost their towards the apron edge. They manage to put their hands on it before leaping off their feet to roll back into the ring. Both competitors are back on their feet and slowly lean into each other before just brawling back and forth with unprotected shots into their faces. Neither men is protecting each other but they continue to brawl like it’s the end of the world!
Freddy Whoa: THEY ARE BRAWLING LIKE MAD MEN IN THE RING!
Finally, John stops the entire brawl with a Superkick into the chin stopping Sydney. He goes for another Superkick but SJW blocks his head so Rabid feints it and Superkicks his left knee forcing his opponent to kneel. Another Superkick clocks SJW in the chin rocking him in the skull before Rabid charges into the ropes behind him and rebounds to deliver a stinging V-Trigger Knee Strike to the back of his head!
Zach Davis: V-TRIGGER TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD AFTER A SERIES OF SUPERKICKS! SIDNEY J. WARWICK IS COMPLETELY KNOCKED OUT!
John doesn’t take any chances. He sees the downed Sidney and goes over to the corner where he climbs all the way to the top rope. With one great leap backwards in the air, he corkscrews into a 450 flip motion attempting a Phoenix Splash but SJW rolls out of the way. Luckily, John lands on his feet and turns around to a running SJW ducking under his right arm before having it in his grasp to pull a Crucifix Driver smashing the hell out of Rabid’s neck and keeping the bridge!
Freddy Whoa: CRUCIFIX DRIVER! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT!
No! John shoots his entire body out of the pin and rolls backwards onto his hands and knees. Sidney gets up, walks forward and Punt Kicks him right in the head temporarily keeping him in that position where he deadlifts him up with his back on SJW’s shoulder. He throws Rabid down into the center of the ring again crushing his ribs from before with the Dominator signature move!
Zach Davis: THE DOMINATOR! THE WHITE KNIGHT SIGNATURE MOVE! HERE IS THE PIN ATTEMPT! THIS IS IT!
Noooo! John kicks out and Sidney J. Warwick is ready to put this match in the bag! He gets up and drags John upwards into that Reverse DDT position before lifting him upwards but John flips over his back to his feet. He leaps in the air and destroys SJW with a Reverse Frankensteiner who gets up off the roll and charges into him again. Rabid sneaks under the thrown right arm, takes it from behind, pulls a ripchord and bulldozes SJW to the ropes with a Bull Hammer Elbow!
Sidney feels himself against the middle rope and John is standing at the opposing ones letting that fingerbang again. He runs down into Sidney from behind and nails that V-Trigger Knee Strike down to the back of the head again. Both men recoil from the ropes but SJW falls down on his face while Rabid backs all the way to the corner holding onto each side of the top rope!
Freddy Whoa: V-TRIGGER TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! RABID HAS HIM WHERE HE WANTS AND IT LOOKS HE’S GOING FOR THE KINGDOM DESTROYER!!
John looks back and forth on each sides before pointing that gun right at Sidney who is still trying to get up. He does the BANG and takes off the moment SJW stands. However, SJW finally ducks under the right arm returning to that Reverse DDT position. He lifts Rabid off the canvas before dropping him down on the back of the head finishing the Reverse Bloody Sunday then scoring the pin attempt!
“Both Hands” by Ani DiFranco replays around the interior of the Wells Fargo Arena with every fan getting off their seats to witness the biggest upset between the two for the match. John Rabid and Sidney J. Warwick are on the canvas breathing heavily after fighting their hearts out until SJW slowly gets back on his feet but leans against the ropes for support with a smirk on his face.
Freddy Whoa: HOLY SHIT! SIDNEY J. WARWICK HAS DONE IT! HE BEAT JOHN RABID TO BECOME THE NEW WCF WORLD CHAMPION!
The referee receives the WCF World Championship belt then hands it over to SJW who takes it from him. Having his arm raised in the center of the ring, he raises the belt along with it too. Medical and officials come down to the ring to pull out John Rabid to check on his condition while also giving the entire ring to SJW who desperately holds tightly onto the belt.
Crowd: FUCK YOU SIDNEY! FUCK YOU SIDNEY! FUCK YOU SIDNEY! FUCK YOU SIDNEY!
He walks over to the nearest corner and climbs onto the second turnbuckle. Taking each end of the strap in both hands, SJW raises the championship belt and a series of long sequential fireworks emerges from the rafters all the way to the stage with confetti raining down to the audience and interior of the ring.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and the NEW WCF World Champion, Sidney J. Warwick!
Zach Davis: THERE IS NO BETTER WAY TO END THE MAIN EVENT OF ONE THAN SIDNEY J. WARWICK WINNING THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! JOHN RABID SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF NOTHING! HE FOUGHT HARD AND VALIANTLY BUT SIDNEY J. WARWICK PULLED IT OFF! THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR TURNING INTO ONE AND CONGRATULATIONS TO SIDNEY J. WARWICK!