One Intro
Seth Lerch Segment
Fugitive vs Eclipse
Tag Team Titles: Steel Men vs Howie/Epic vs Dreadnoks vs Twisted Elements
Hellz Angel vs Outcast
No DQ, Falls Anywhere: Rick Mad vs Creeping Death
Mike Maida vs Torture
Three Stages of Hell: Nate Nytro vs Reckless Jack
World Title: PC Cradle vs Madd Dogg

  • One Intro
  • Metallica's "One" blasts as we come on the air! The crowd ROARS with anticipation as the biggest show of the year is underway! We scan the arena for their signs. "One > Wrestlemania," "Take Out Torture, Mike!," "Jack Is Going To Hell," "Put Dogg To Sleep," "Seth Lerch Is Sexy," etc. We go to the announce team of Zach Davis.. Shannan Lerch.. and Luscious Jackson!

    Zach Davis: WELCOME, FANS!

    Shannan Lerch: This is ONE!

    Luscious Jackson: And THIS is Luscious Jackson!

    Zach Davis: Great idea, ruin the whole damn thing already.

    Shannan Lerch: Nah, Zach, this show is too damn good to be ruined!

    Zach Davis: You're right, Shannan, because we have such an incredible World Title main event. Good God. PC Cradle... Madd Dogg... one more time.

    Shannan Lerch: It's going to be brutal, intense, and incredible.

    Luscious Jackson: Just like last night, Shannan!

    Shannan Lerch: ..ugh..

    Zach Davis: Speaking of brutal and intense... Three Stages of Hell. Nate Nytro. Reckless Jack. A streetfight, a Texas deathmatch, and a TLC match. Tables, ladders, chairs.

    Shannan Lerch: Remember last year at One? Reckless Jack won the Cruiserweight Title. And who is the only other man to hold the Cruiserweight Title?

    Luscious Jackson: Nate Nytro.

    Shannan Lerch: Exactly. This rivalry dates back as long as I can imagine. Hell, remember Aftermath? Jack and Nytro fought a BRUTAL match to a draw. Tonight, there can be no draw. FINALLY, these two are settling it. We'll find out, once and for all, who is the better man.

    Zach Davis: We also have Mike Maida vs Torture! Mike Maida, undefeated People's Champion. Torture, undefeated Hardcore Champion. Torture believes he's the biggest star on the rise, and he wants to be the only undefeated star in WCF.

    Luscious Jackson: And how did Maida get that People's Title? By Torture giving it to him.

    Shannan Lerch: I don't think it matters. Maida has proven himself as equal to Torture in the previous weeks, but now we have to find out who is truely better.

    Zach Davis: And the oldest feud in WCF history should come to an end tonight. Outcast and Hellz Angel fighting, one more time. Last year they were involved in an Ironman match. Neither of them won it, but it only added to their hatred. Outcast made his return attacking Hellz.. this is the end.

    Luscious Jackson: How 'bout our big Tag match?

    Shannan Lerch: That's right! Four teams! Tag Titles! The Twisted Elements, The Dreadnoks, the Steel Men, and Howie and Epic.

    Zach Davis: Howie has been after the Twisted Elements for quite a while, briefly holding the Tag Titles with Jason Tilley, but finally it seems like he's find the best partner of all, a former World Champ. This may be their night. They also have to deal with the veteran teams, though, of the Dreadnoks and the Steel Men. This should be a good one.

    Shannan Lerch: And in our opening match, we'll have a rematch from Payback, when Fugitive and Eclipse will take each other on again. Fugitive gained the win last month.. will One by Eclipse's time?

    Luscious Jackson: We'll see soon enough!

  • Seth Lerch Segment
  • Master of Puppets blasts over the PA system, and Seth Lerch steps out from the back. The crowd cheers the first star to come out, even though normally he'd be getting boo'd like crazy. Seth walks to the ring, slapping some hands, and rolls inside. He grabs a mic. There "WCF!" chants ringing throughout the arena as he's about to speak, and he smiles to himself.

    Seth Lerch: Here we are... One.. two!

    Crowd laughs and applauds.

    Seth Lerch: It's been a long road. I've had to deal with egos backstage, drunkards, idiots, and whatever else you can imagine. I never expected there to be another One, hell, there was a time I never expected to run this company ever again. But here we are!

    Crowd pops.

    Seth Lerch: I'd like to thank all the guys in the back for making this happen. You're all the best, and you have more heart than any other company ever. So.. thank you. I'd also like to thank the fans, you're the ones behind WCF being succesful and paying our salaries, yada yada. I think that's enough of me yapping, so without further ado...

    The lights go out.

    Zach Davis: Oh, damnit.

    Shannan Lerch: FIGURES, someone always has to ruin things.

    The lights come back on, and someone is in the ring...

    Luscious Jackson: Who the hell is that?

    Zach Davis: It's Zakk Wylde, you idiot!

    Guitar God and Black Label Society frontman Zakk Wylde is indeed in the ring! Lerch shakes his hand. Zakk is, of course, holding a guitar.

    Shannan Lerch: He is a long time wrestling fan, he's friends with some of the best in the business.

    The lights dim, and Zakk picks up his guitar. He starts playing a familiar song... it is a cover of Metallica's One! Lerch listens intently, and Zakk starts singing.

    Zakk Wylde: I can't remember anything...
    Can't tell if this is true or dream
    Deep down inside I feel to scream
    This terrible silence stops me!

    Now that the war is through with me
    I'm waking up, I can not see
    That there's not much left of me
    Nothing is real but pain now!

    Seth starts headbanging.

    Zakk Wylde: Hold my breath as I wish for death
    Oh please God, wake me...

    Guitar God skills. Zakk owns. People cheer.

    Zakk Wylde: Back in the womb its much too real
    in pumps life that I must feel
    But can't look forward to reveal
    Look to the time when I'll live
    Fed through the tube that sticks in me
    Just like a wartime novelty
    Tied to machines that make me be
    Cut this life off from me!

    Hold my breath as I wish for death
    Oh please God, wake me...

    Now the world is gone, I'm just One
    Oh God, help me
    Hold my breath as I wish for death
    Oh please God help me!

    And now, the best part. The crowd prepares to headbang as well, and Seth is still going carzy.

    Zakk Wylde: Darkness!
    Imprisoning me!
    All that I see!
    Absolute horror!
    I cannot live!
    I cannot die!
    Trapped in myself!
    Body my holding cell!

    Landmine!
    Has taken my sight!
    Taken my speech!
    Taken my hearing!
    Taken my arms!
    Taken my legs!
    Taken my soul!
    Left me with life in Hell!

    Zakk rocks out to the ending of the song, and the crowd roars. He does some solo work as he ends it, slowly fading into silence. The lights come back on, and Zakk raises his arm and gives the metal devil horns to the crowd. He nods at Lerch and exits the ring. Lerch does as well.

    Zach Davis: That was INCREDIBLE.

    Luscious Jackson: I'm more of a rap man myself, but even I thought that owned.

    Shannan Lerch: God, yes. I just had an orgasm.

    Luscious Jackson: You're welcome.

    Shannan Lerch: Not from you! Ass.

    Zach Davis: Anyway... let's get this action underway!

  • Fugitive vs Eclipse
  • "800" by Saliva sounds out through the arena and the lights dim. Just when the guitar picks up pyros explode on the entrance ramp and then Fugitive comes walking out from behind the curtan. He makes his way down to the ring and slides in. Goes to each corner and taunts to the crowd before standing in the center of the ring awaiting his opponent.

    Lights grow dim, an elcipse appears on screen, as it aligns the lights pulsate, faster and faster, the eclipse logs on over the sun, the music blasts out of the speakers and pyro shoots off the stage as the lights flash back on, Eclipse jumps out onto stage and makes his way down to the ring and hops over the top rope and parades around to the crowd...

    Zach Davis: Here we are, our first match of the night..

    Luscious Jackson: Let's get it on, dawgs!

    Fugitive and Eclipse approach each other, trash talking a little bit. Fugitive throws the first punch, but Eclipse catches it and fires back with a few of his own! He sends Fugitive reeling into the turnbuckle. Eclipse runs at him, but Fugitive gets the boot up. Eclipse runs right into it, and Fugitive Clotheslines him down. He goes for a pin. One... two... kickout.

    Shannan Lerch: Fugitive going for the quick pin there.

    Luscious Jackson: Hey, where the hell is the rest of the Magnum Force?

    Zach Davis: This is One. Fugitive wants to win on his own, without help. Plus they're probably getting ready for their Tag Title match!

    Fugitive picks Eclipse up and brings him back down with a Swinging DDT. He then applies an Armbar, yanking at Eclipse's arm, trying to pull it out of the socket.

    Shannan Lerch: Here we go. If he can't use that arm well, it takes away a lot of his offense.

    Eclipse is eventually able to reach and grab the rope with his other arm. Fugitive is forced to release the hold. Eclipse stands up and Fugitive hits a few more punches before throwing him to the ropes. Fugitive goes for a Back Bodydrop but Eclipse sees it and kicks him in the chest. Fugitive stands up, in pain, and Eclipse chops him across the chest. The crowd WHOOO'S, of course. He hits another chop, and more WHOOOOing. He then throws Fugitive to the rope and hits a Spinebuster! He drops and goes for the pin.

    Luscious Jackson: This could be it, yo.

    One.. two... no, Fugitive kicks out. Eclipse stands up and grabs Fugitive's legs, about to put him in some kind of submission move, but Fugitive kicks him away. Fugitive gets up, Eclipse runs at him.. Fugitive catches, and hits a big Belly to Belly Suplex! Fugitive starts stomping away at Eclipse's legs.

    Zach Davis: That's what you have to do. Pick one part of the body and concentrate on it.

    Shannan Lerch: Not to mention that without his legs, Eclipse can't really do much. Walk, for instance.

    Fugitive then slowly begins climbing to the top turnbuckle. He rests there for a second, and then flies down, hitting a Swanton Bomb! The crowd cheers the first big move of the night as Fugitive makes another pin attempt. One... two... Another kickout!

    Luscious Jackson: Dizzamn! So close.

    Fugitive doesn't look happy. He stands up and starts kicking at Eclipse's legs again, and locks in a Figure Four Leglock! The crowd WHOOOOOOO'S once again.

    Zach Davis: Lots of Ric Flair-esque stuff this match.

    Eclipse thrashes around, trying to turn over, but eventually lays back on the mat. The ref counts, one, two.. Eclipse throws his shoulder up, and again tries to shift his weight over.. and again, is unable to. He begins trying to get to the ropes, he's a few inches away..

    Shannan Lerch: No way will he make it to those ropes.

    And, bam, Eclipse makes it!

    Shannan Lerch: DAMNIT!

    Fugitive lets go of the hold. He stands up, waiting for Eclipse to stand as well. Eclipse is up.. Fugitive goes for the Death Sentence!... no, Eclipse catches the leg, spins Fugitive around.. Eclipse goes for a Superkick of his own!..

    Zach Davis: This'll be it!

    NO!, Fugitive catches the leg as well and brings Eclipse down.. he puts him in the Ankle Lock! Eclipse screams out in pain, and the crowd is on their feet.. he taps out!!

    Luscious Jackson: Ladies and cats, we got ourselves a winner!

    Fugitive's music blasts over the PA as he stands up, victorious. He raises his arms in the air before rolling out of the ring and heading to the back, slapping hands.

    Shannan Lerch: This can only mean good things for Fugitive in the future, I'm sure.

    Zach Davis: Let's see how his camrades do in the Tag Title match!


  • Tag Team Titles Match: Steel Men vs Howie/Epic vs Dreadnoks vs Twisted Elements
  • After the match can we have Klubber and Sylk attack Howie and Epic? If we win we want to attck them if we lose the same. I am also setting up a split from the Dreds. This will take place over a couple weeks. The Dreds will be the cause of Steel Men and Fugitive losing matches and by June or July they will have a split up. This is unless you have another idea. I would like to add another member over time tying him into the story line slowly. Not making it predictable. In fact I don't even know who to add. Hope this is long enough and works with your plan.

    Shannan Lerch: Welcome back fans and its now time to see a fatal four way tag team elimination match for the championship.

    Luscious Jackson: Yo Baby! You are sooooooooooo right! This match we get to see a real battle with Howie and Epic and what is shaping up as a major feud between The Steel Men and to throw a wrench into it Seth has the Drednoks partners of the Steel Men in this match and of course the Champions, JX and Twister. They have held the titles since rebirth and no one has even come close.

    Zach Davis: I disagree with that, The Steel Men have come close but have been cheated on several occasions.

    Shannan Lerch: UHHHH excuse me they have not. Do you even watch the matches we do?

    Zach Davis: I have to just say....

    Shannan Lerch: Who cares its time for a match, and here comes our first team in this match.

    Bad to the Bone begins to play and running to the ring are the Drednoks. The fans have mixed reaction as the two men parade around the ring.

    After just a few seconds A large pyro blast erupts from the stage, and the name Epic flashes on the Jumbotron. Wishbone by Dropbox hits and Epic walks out and pauses for a bit before making his way to the ring. Epic enters the ring and waits in the corner with a look of total confidence. All the while watching the Dreds;

    Quickly.. The arena goes black and "Because of You" blasts over the PA system. Strobe lights flash around the arena and stop at the ramp way to find a figure walking out. It's Howie. As he walks down the ramp way, the strobe lights start again and the arena lights change in a cycle from black to red and then to blue. Before he enters the ring he holds both fists in the air and then runs and jumps on to the apron. The lights stop at black for a moment and then return to normal. Howie hangs his chain on the ring post and removes his jacket and hat.

    Suddenly from out of the back come Sylk and Klubber come racing to the ring they both slide in under the rope and begin jumping and dancing around. Both men have the crowd on their feet as they strut and smile.

    Shannan Lerch: Well we got most of da players, just waiting on the champs.

    Zach Davis: Yeah lets get those belts out here now.

    Ozzy Osbourne screams and Crazy Train begins to blast throughout the arena. The Twisted Elements come out when the intro guitar solo starts to play. They come out with smirks on their faces. They point at each other signaling that they are the best. They walk down at their and pace on the ramp way they flick off the crowd or taunt at fans. They both walk around the ring and get in the ring from different sides. J-X goes in the middle ring, as does Twister. J-X throws up his arms in HHH fashion and Twister gets in front of him and on his knees and does a flex with his arms. Once they are both like this and are facing the crowd pyros go off in huge sparkler fashion. On one side a 'T' is formed in green lighting and on the other an 'E' formed in blue lighting.

    All the men seem to be in control of their emotions, all the men are smack talking but no one is attacking. Soon the 4 men who are to start are in the ring.

    Shannan Lerch: It looks like it is going to be the battle of the bigs, 6’-7” Klubber will start for the Steel Men. Six foot seven Epic will be the representative for his team while Burn out goes for the Drednoks he is also 6’ 7”....

    Zach Davis: Now all these men have the advantage over Twister.

    Luscious Jackson: Yo blood I give the advantage to the small guy all he has to do is keep moving. He is 6’ 4” and extremely quick.

    Klubber gets things started as he goes right after Epic, the two men lock up in in a test of strength. Meanwhile Twister bounces off the ropes leaps in the air and is caught by Burn Out.

    Luscious Jackson: A mistake by Twister off the bat, he needs to wear his opponent down. Burn Out sets him up for a power slam!

    Zach Davis: Oh my! Howie just took the knee out of Burn Out! He is down and Twister goes for the early cover.

    Shannan Lerch: No way here comes Walker who kicks Twister I the back of the head.

    Sylk quickly gets out of the ring. Klubber and Epic have now started a sling shot off the ropes as the two men bounce from rope to rope Twister looks up and finds himself standing between the to rushing locomotives.

    Shannan Lerch: Twister need to get out of the way or he is going to be mush!

    Just before impact Twister is pushed out of the way by J-X. Klubber and Epic collide with a thunderous thud. Both fall to the mat. Again Twister covers.

    Zach Davis: Twister is going for the cover on Klubber! 1...2.... Klabanski kicks out as Burn Out grabs Twister and again lifts him over his head for the power slam..

    Luscious Jackson: And this time he hits it! Burn Out moves in quickly and picks up Twister an whips him into the corner where Road Rage awaits with a big boot to the face.

    Zach Davis: Klabanski is back up and makes a tag to J-X . What is he doing?

    Klabanski climbs out of the ring and J-X runs to help his partner. But before he can get there he is hit by Epic. He picks him up and throws him into the corner where Howie grabs him and holds him. Together the two men work over J-X while Burn Out and Road Rage work over work over Twister. The Steel Men are huddled in their corner just laughing at what they believe is a great strategy.

    Shannan Lerch: Is this a good idea for the Steel Men to not be in the ring?

    Zach Davis: Of course it is they can’t be eliminated if they are not I the ring.

    Luscious Jackson: I disagree because they can not control their own fate. You can’t be eliminated but you don’t win on he outside.

    Burn Out tags in Road Rage who whips Twister into the corner and follows with a big splash into the corner. Rage turns and grabs Epic and whips him into the ropes and follows with a clothesline.

    Zach Davis: Here is the advantage of size at 7’ 5” Rage is the biggest guy in there.

    Epic reaches for Howie and makes a tag; he is in quickly and begins attacking Road Rage. Twister the tags Sylk into the ring while J X tags Klubber. The Steel Men go right for Howie.

    Shannan Lerch: Oh Damn this is not going to be good for Howie. You have three members of Magnum Force in the ring against Howie , and he has been taking a lot of shit lately.

    In a short time the Force has Howie under control and the three continue to pound on him. Road Rage tags in Epic who is meet with a flying clothesline from Sylk. Sylk climbs the top rope and stands on Klbanski’s shoulders. He jumps in the air and does a five star frog splash on a prone Howie who rolls out of the way.

    Luscious Jackson: Oh Damn! That is gonna leave a mark! Sylk is hurt. And look Epic is going for the cover. Howie is up and he and Klubber are going toe to toe!

    Shannan Lerch: Here come Burn Out to break up the count!

    Zach Davis: and here comes Twister he hits Burn Out with a kick!

    Shannan Lerch: Burn Out falls on Epic! The ref continues the count 1...2...3.. Walker is eliminated by his own teammate!

    Zach Davis: No way Epic was on top of Sylk!

    Luscious Jackson: Yo dawg Burn Out was on top of Epic.

    Zach Davis: Then Epic should be out as well!

    Shannan Lerch: His shoulders where not down.

    Klubber picks up Howie by the neck and throws him ot of the ring. He rushes over to Burn Out and ask what the hell is he doing?

    Zach Davis: Klubber is pissed! One of his own teammates has knocked one of them out. Burn Out is trying to explain himself.

    Shannan Lerch: I am sorry but that is typical Magnum Force they have now coordination at all....These guys are embarrassing to WCF!

    Zach Davis: Oh Shannan ever since Road Rage turned you down you have had a hard on for them. Give it up girl.

    Shannan Lerch: Zach you promised!....

    Luscious Jackson: YO! YO! We got a match going on here folks.

    Back in the ring we have four men. Burn Out – Epic – Twister – Howie. Both Epic and Howie go after Burn Out. Twister stands back with J-X and watches. Klubber waits on the outside. As the two men double team Burn Out Klubber reaches for a tag. He gets one but it is from Howie and it was in the chin knocking him to the floor. Epic and Howie continue the beat down on Burn Out. With Burn Out pretty much out of the way Howie turns his attention to J-X, and moves in for the kill. He grabs the arm of J-X and whips him into the rope. J-X jumps on the bottom rope springs off and hits Howie with a flying cross body. Mean while Burn Out and Road Rage have turned the tables on Epic together they have Epic in the corner and are working him over. Epic staggers out of the corner (Ric Flair like) and falls to the mat. Road Rage picks up Epic as Burn Out watches.

    Zach Davis: This looks like the Dreadnok combo! A power slam and a leg drop.. Oh! That’s it! Rage is set to cover.

    Shannan Lerch: Look over here Twisted Elements is working over Howie!

    Howie is backed into his corner. He is grabbing his chain. He hits both JX and Twist with the chain. He is now staggering over to Road Rage who is covering Epic and nails RR in the back of the head. He is rolling Epic on top of Road Rage and holding off Burn Out.

    Luscious Jackson: 1...2....3..!!!!!! Epic eliminates Road Rage, Burn Out is now being pounded on by Howie and his chain. JX and Twister are now attacking Klubber.

    Shannan Lerch: Well lets recap of the eight men who started this match we now have six. Twisted Elements, Howie, Epic, Burn Out and Klubber.

    Zach Davis: From the looks of it Burn Out and Klubber are pretty much done. They have lost their partners.

    Shannan Lerch: That’s right Zach, and Burn Out is the one who took out Sylk a member of his own team.

    Zach Davis: THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

    Shannan Lerch: Yeah right.

    In the ring the ref has Howie, Klubber, JX and Burn Out. Epic is lying in the corner half dazed. While Twister awaits outside the ring. Howie turns to J-X and starts kicking him, throwing the chain out of the ring. He picks J-X up but J-X starts fighting back, nailing him with lefts and rights. Howie is pushed into the ropes, and J-X clotheslines him, sending both men over the top!

    Luscious Jackson: They both spill to the outside! Nasty fall.

    This leaves Klubber, Burn Out, and Epic in the ring. Klubber and Burn Out look at each other, not exactly happily, but Epic is up and Clotheslines both of them down. Epic goes on the attack, kicking both of them, but eventually he can't deal with both men. Burn Out is up, and Epic focuses his attention on him. Epic kicks him in the gut and hits the Epic Falls!

    Zach Davis: This could be it for the Dreadnoks!

    One!

    Two!

    No, Klabanski kicks Epic and breaks the pinfall! Klabanski quickly picks Epic up, using the element of surprise, and hits the Powerslam Overhead Press!! He pins Epic, hooking the leg..

    One!

    Two!

    Three!

    Shannan Lerch: Epic is gone!

    Epic rolls out of the ring. Howie, beating J-X down on the outside, sees this and doesn't look all that happy. He then looks into the ring, and as he does, Klabanski hits a Suicide Dive!

    Zach Davis: Damn!

    J-X manages to avoid it. He then slides into the ring with Burn Out, and starts kicking at him. On the outside, Klabanski is pulling out.. a table!

    Luscious Jackson: Oh damn. This ain't gonna be good for Howie.

    Klabanski sets it up, and then picks Howie up. He lifts Howie above his head, about to slam him onto the table... but Howie slips behind him, spins him around, and goes to throw him into the steel steps. Klubber reverses it, however, and sends Howie crashing into the steps instead.

    Shannan Lerch: Howie got lucky. At least he didn't go through that table.

    Back in the ring, J-x and Twister are both in the ring, beating down Burn Out. Klubber slides in and evens the score, attacking Twister. Burn Out and Klabanski fight valiantly against the Tag Team Champs, but the Elements soon appear to have an upper hand. They look at each other and nod. They both position Klubber and Burn Out in position for Powerbombs...

    Zach Davis: No way.

    Twister picks up Klabanski, and J-X picks up Burn Out, Powerbomb position!.. They run towards the apron..

    Luscious Jackson: OH DAYUM! They're GONNA POWERBOMB THEM THROUGH THAT TABLE OUTSIDE!

    They go to, but NO! Both Klabanski and Burn Out are able to get down and land on the apron! They both punch their respective opponents, grab them... Klabanski hits a Vertical Suplex on Twister, Burn Out on J-X... THE TWISTED ELEMENTS BOTH CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!

    Shannan Lerch: Ahhh! Noo! The Champs!

    Neither Twister nor J-X stir. They appear to be out. Medics soon run out from the back to check on them.

    Zach Davis: This can't be good.

    Soon more medics come out, with two stretchers. J-X and Twister are loaded onto them, and they're slowly taken to the back.

    Luscious Jackson: Well.. this match is continuing.. and we're down to three men it looks like! Howie, Burn Out, and Klubber Klabanski!

    Klabanski and Burn Out step back into the ring. Howie slides in from the outside, and Clotheslines both of them down. He starts kicking at them quickly, trying to keep them both down.

    Shannan Lerch: It's an uphill battle for Howie. Both Burn Out and Klabanski are in the Magnum Force, they'll work together.

    Howie soon realizes he won't be able to fight them both, so he picks Klabanski up and throws him over the top rope, letting him spill to the outside. He turns around, and Burn Out is up. Burn Out grabs his throat, and lifts him up for a Chokeslam.. but Howie manages to get out of it, drop, pick Burn Out up.. He hits the Guillotine!

    Zach Davis: That's his move!

    Howie pins, hooking the leg!

    One!

    Two!

    Three!

    Luscious Jackson: Burn Out is gone, and dat's it for the Dreadnoks!

    Howie stands up, exhausted, realizing he has one more obstacle: Klubber Klabanski. He climbs outside the ring and starts kicking at Klabanski before picking him up and throwing him into the ring steps. They make a loud crashing noise as Klubber slams into them. Howie picks him up and throws him into the ring before sliding in himself and making the pin..

    One!

    Two!

    Kickout!

    Klubber gets his shoulder up at the last second. Howie stomps him a few times before picking him up and throwing him to the ropes. He gets in position to hit the Death Row, but Klubber sidesteps him, throws him to the ropes instead, and hits a Big Boot! He then kicks Howie a few times before picking him up and positioning him... Powerbomb! He drops for the pin.

    One.

    Two.

    Shannan Lerch: Done.

    No! Howie kicks out.

    Shannan Lerch: Oops, nevermind.

    Klubber kicks Howie a few times again, and Howie is pulling himself up, using the ropes. Klubber lets him get up, and goes for a Clothesline, but Howie ducks it. Howie throws Klubber to the ropes, but as he's coming back Klubber Spears Howie to the mat! The crowd roars as Klubber picks Howie up, throws him to the ropes, grabs him.. Powerslam Overhead Press!! Klubber pins, hooking the leg!

    One!

    Two!

    Three!

    Zach Davis: That's it!! New Tag Team Champions!! The Steel Men!!

    Howie rolls out of the ring after being defeated, and Sylk Walker runs from the back and slides in. The ref hands them the Tag Team Titles. They climb to opposite ends of the ring and hold them up high in the air, triumphantly.

    Shannan Lerch: They worked DAMN hard for those Tag Titles, harder than any other team in WCF, maybe. Good for them.

    Luscious Jackson: Damn right! They my home boys!

    They climb down from the turnbuckles, hug each other, and then slide out and head to the back.

  • Hellz Angel vs Outcast
  • Zach Davis: And now it's time for one of the most intense feuds in WCF history to come to an end.

    Luscious Jackson: You and me?! You wanna fight, dawg!?

    Shannan Lerch: No, he means it's time for Hellz Angel vs Outcast!

    Suddenly the lights go out with a burst. Laser lights from above are circling the arena with a red Pentagon sign. Rain and thunder are heard in the background as the refferee runs out of the ring. Drums are heard in a "knock on the door" style. DUM DUM DUM!! DUM DUM DUM!! The lights start flashing red and "Raining Blood" blasts through the arena. BLANK is looking all around and cant see a thing. The lights soon come back up and Hellz Angel stars walking down to the ring. He climbs in and stretches.

    Zach Davis: Quite the intimidating entrance.

    God of Thunder by KISS hits as the arena goes dark. Strobe lights start to flash and Outcast makes he way down to the ring. He slaps hands of people and ringside. He slides into the ring and raises his fist in the air, red and white pyro shoot out from all four turnbuckle posts.

    Shannan Lerch: Not such a bad entran-

    Without warning, Hellz starts pounding Outcast from behind, sending forearm after forearm across his back. The bell rings.

    Luscious Jackson: This match is OONN!

    Hellz continues the assault, and whips Outcast to the ropes. He follows up with a big Clothesline, sending Hellz down. Hellz stands back up and is met with another clothesline. Hellz stands up again and ducks this Clothesline and kicks Outcast right in the groin.

    Zach Davis: Lame. That SHOULD be a DQ... but we can't end this match that early.

    Shannan Lerch: Either way, Hellz taking the momentum here.

    Hellz brings Outcast down with a Vertical Legsweep. He then starts stomping on Outcast viciously, showing no mercy. Outcast gets himself to the corner, and slowly begins pulling himself up.

    Luscious Jackson: How.. how is he doing it?

    Hellz keeps hitting Outcast as he gets up, but 'Cast eventually blocks one of his punches. Outcast then fires back with shots of his own, sending Hellz reeling. He picks him up and hits the Nail in the Coffin, grabbing the leg for the pin!

    Zach Davis: This could be it!

    One.. two.. Hellz kicks out. Outcast stands up and waits for Hellz to get up as well before throwing him to the ropes. Outcast goes to pick Hellz up for a Death Valley Driver, but Hellz slips behind him and locks in a Full Nelson. He then picks Outcast up and slams him to the ground! Hellz quickly covers, hooking the leg.

    One..

    Two..

    Outcast kicks out.

    Shannan Lerch: Keeping Outcast down isn't exactly an easy thing to do.

    Hellz stands up and begins arguing with the ref about the count, saying it was too slow. This gives Outcast the opportunity to gain some composure, and Outcast grabs Hellz and rolls him up from behind!

    One!

    Two!

    No!

    Luscious Jackson: That cat almost stole it!

    Shannan Lerch: Boy, would Hellz have been pissed if that's the way it went down.

    Zach Davis: It would be his own fault, though.

    Both men are up and Outcast goes for a Lariat but Hellz avoids it. He throws Outcast to a turnbuckle and then grabs his head, climbing up on it himself. He hits a Tornado DDT! Instead of pinning, he then locks in the Figure Four Leglock.

    Shannan Lerch: Outcast is a big guy, and he probably can't take much injury to his legs.

    Outcast, however, is able to throw his momentum to one side and rolls turns Hellz over! All the pressure is now on Hellz! Hellz yells out and grabs the nearest rope, and the hold is soon broken.

    Luscious Jackson: You see how powerful that cracker is?! He turned Hellz over like nothin'!

    Hellz and Outcast both stand up, Hellz is dazed. Outcast throws him into the turnbuckle, and then runs at him.. SICK TWIST! Hellz goes down and Outcast makes the pin!

    One!

    Two!

    Kickout!!

    Zach Davis: Ahhh! I thought he had it there!

    Outcast picks Hellz up and sets him up on the turnbuckle. He climbs up with Hellz and starts standing him up, grabs him, and gets him in position for the Black Out..

    Shannan Lerch: Here it comes!!

    Hellz Angel somehow manages to use his legs to kick Outcast's head, and Hellz is able to slide down. He quickly jumps up to the top, however, grabs Outcast and twists him around... HELLZ ANGEL HITS THE BLACK OUT FROM THE TOP!

    Luscious Jackson: DAYUM!

    Zach Davis: He stole Outcast's move!

    Hellz covers Outcast, hooking the leg!

    One!

    Two!

    Three!

    Shannan Lerch: Hellz Angel wins! What a battle!

    Hellz stands up and raises his arms to a chorus of booing before dropping and rolling out. He heads to the back.

  • No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere: Rick Mad vs Creeping Death
  • Zach Davis: And now... Rick Mad and Creeping Death.

    Shannan Lerch: We've said it time and time again. Former Tag Team Champions and good friends.. now, bitter enemies.

    Luscious Jackson: Creeping Death is one hardcore mofo, and Rick Mad is a technical wizard.

    Zach Davis: I fear that only one man can walk out alive.

    Evenflow hits, and Rick Mad steps out from the back. He walks to the ring, ignorning the fans, and rolls in. He climbs one turnbuckle and does the cut-throat motion as green pyro blasts from the other turnbuckles.

    The lights slowly fade to black. Bells toll as the JumboTron shows shots of a big wooden cross wrapped in barbed wire in the middle of a thunderstorm. While the cross is shown, "Wait and Bleed" begins. As soon as the song kicks in, about thirty seconds into it, the lights come back on, and Creeping Death is standing on the stage, holding a long wooden staff with a cross wrapped in barbed wire at the top of it. He slowly walks down to the ring wearing a black Metallica hoodie, with the hood over his head, and his head down. As he reaches the ring, Creeping Death climbs up the stairs and puts the cross staff in the ring post. After making sure it will stay in place, Creeping Death steps through the middle and top ropes, into the ring. Inside, Creeping Death takes off the hoodie and drops it onto the floor. Creeping Death then hops up and sits on the closest top turnbuckle and awaits the match to begin.

    The bell rings and Creeping Death drops to the mat. Rick Mad approaches his foe slowly. The two meet in the center of the ring, much like their first encounter. Once again, no talking, just face to face. Second pass, and Creeping Death quickly drops to his back, dropkicking Rick Mad in the shins. Rick's legs fly out from under him. Creeping Death rolls, as does Mad, and they stand up at the same time, meeting eachother with right hands. Repeatedly. Mad gets the better, and reels Creeping Death into the corner. CD begins covering up, trying to get away from Mad's relentless assault. Rick then delivers a big knee to the gut. Mad places Creeping Death on the top turnbuckle, and just punches him senseless. Rick takes CD's leg, and dragon legwhips him off the turnuckle. Mad places CD in a sharpshooter. Creeping Death fights to the ropes ... but can't get a ropebreak. Creeping Death reaches back and grabs Mad's ankle, twisting it in an ankle lock. Rick releases the Sharpshooter and collapses, allowing Creeping Death to apply a leglock, twisting at the ankle. Rick kicks Creeping Death off. The two men pull eachother up by the ropes, and Creeping Death rocks Mad with an European uppercut. Rick bounces off the ropes and comes back with a kick to the midsection. Rick belly to belly suplexes Creeping Death directly into the turnbuckle. CD's body bounces off and he lands on his stomach. Rick Mad goes right on the attack, waistlocking Creeping Death, pulling him up, and german suplexing him. Creeping Death folds up and again ends up on his stomach. Mad kicks at Creeping Death's head. Rick pulls him up and whips CD into the ropes, on the way back, tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Rick bounces off the ropes himself, as he reaches CD's body, does a Mexican Hat type dance, and delivers a falling punch. Rick stands up and gloats for the crowd.

    Shannan Lerch: You don't have time to gloat when you're fighting Creeps!

    Rick picks CD up, but CD fights back. CD jumps up and huricanranna's Mad. Mad rolls through, stands up, and catches Creeping Death coming in with another tila-a-whirl, but Creeping Death somehow ends up landing on his feet, and kicks Mad in the gut, finally double-underhooking him. CD picks Mad up, but Mad fights out of CD's finisher by swinging his leg and connecting with CD's head. Mad lands on his feet, and picks Creeping Death up in a DVD. Creeping Death torques his body around, and spins around into a tornado DDT. Mad counters this with a northern lights release suplex. CD front flips out of that, and springboards off the middle rope, turning around looking for a clothesline. Mad ducks, CD lands on his feet. CD turns around and catches Rick's foot. CD spins Mad around and on his way back, delivers a Diamond Cutter!

    Crowd: BANG!~@!

    Luscious Jackson: BANG!!~!~@!

    Zach Davis: Shut up, Jackson.

    Creeping Death drops a leg across Mad's face. Rick rolls over and sweeps CD. The two stand up, and CD gets in a quick right hand. Rick is caught off guard, and Creeping Death hooks Mad up and drops him with the dreaded Fisherman Buster! Creeping Death goes to the apron, and springboards off the top rope into a 450 Splash! CD doesn't go for the pin, however, as he locks Mad in a triangle hold. Mad struggles over to his stomach, and lifts Creeping Death up while he has the hold locked in. Mad sits out, however, and hits a short sitout powerbomb! Rick stands up and looks around. Creeping Death has rolled out of the ring and slid a chair in. Rick notices this and goes over. CD trips Mad and Mad's head bounces off the chair. CD slides back in the ring and Mad meets him, standing up. Rick hits a knee lift into the ribs, and hooks CD in a suplex. Creeping Death blocks it, and lifts Mad up in his own suplex. Instead of falling out of it, CD violently drops Mad in a brainbuster.

    Shannan Lerch: Scrambled brains. Ouch.

    Creeping Death sets the chair up and drags Mad to it. He brings Mad to his knees and lays Rick's head on the open chair. Creeping Death then goes over to a turnbuckle and climbs up top. CD leaps off the top and comes down on Mad's head and the chair with a double stomp, utterly crushing Mad's head. CD quickly drags Mad over to the turnbuckle, and sits him there. He grabs the chair and places it in Mad's face. CD then goes to the opposite side and gets on the apron. Giving the crowd the devil horns, CD jumps up to the top and flies across the ring with a Van Terminator!

    Luscious Jackson: Shades of Mr. Monday.. er.. Thursday Night.

    The two men lay in the ring as the crowd shows their approval. Creeping Death is the first one up, and he helps Mad up into the turnbuckle. Mad spins CD around and locks him in a sleeper, catching his wind and getting his head back. Mad leads CD out of the turnbuckle and leaps over CD's shoulder, snapping his head foreward with Logan's Connector! Rick quickly pins ...1 ... 2 ... kickout?! Rick gets up to his knees, looking down at CD. Mad stands up and stomps at CD.

    Zach Davis: I thought he had it, there.

    Rick drops to the mat, and exits the ring. He pushes Mr. Timekeeper out of the way, and grabs a second chair. Rick slides back in the ring, and waits for Creeping Death to stand. Once CD has achieved this ... Rick knocks his lights out with THE sickest chairshot in the history of mankind. Creeping Death's body goes completely limp, and he just crumbles to the ground. Rick sets the chair up, sits on it, and checks his "watch". He then covers ... 1 ... 2 ... kickout. Rick is pretty angry, and stomps at CD.

    Shannan Lerch: How can Rick win this match!?

    Rick stands up and looks around again. He decides to once again go to the floor, but this time, he pulls a table from under the ring, and sets it up infront of the ring post, out a little bit. Rick slides back in the ring and whips CD into the turnbuckle. Rick goes to the apron, and pulls Creeping Death up to the top rope, both standing facing eachother. Rick bends Creeping Death over, and whips him up in a powerbomb on the top rope, looking to go into the ring. Creeping Death, however, rolls through Rick's attempt, slides down in a sunset flip and hooks Mad's arms with his legs. The momentem sends Rick backwards in a backflip, and Creeping Death in a frontflip! The men land crashing through the table, Creeping Death with Mad hooked in a Styles Clash!

    Luscious Jackson: Phenomonal!

    The crowd EXPLODES with "HOLY SHIT!" chants. The two men lay in the rubble almost motionless. Creeping Death eventually rolls Mad's body over and pulls Mad to his feet, grabs him by the back of the head, leading him up the rampway. CD slams Mad's head on the JumboTron stands. And again. Creeping Death spins Mad around, jumps up on the stand, leaps off in a backflip, and comes down with Mad in a diving reverse DDT. Creeping Death sits up on his knees ... and looks up. The crowd begins to buzz, and as CD begins his climb, they slowly turn that buzz into a roar. By the time CD is half way up, the place is going nuts. Creeping Death looks down and drops off the JumboTron looking for an elbow drop. Rick Mad's midsection is crushed with the force of the elbow. Creeping Death clutches at his leg while Mad gasps for air. Creeping Death stands up and shakes his leg, waking it up. CD grabs Mad's arm and drags him through the curtain into the backstage area. People scatter and get out of the way. Creeping Death pulls Mad's body through the hall down to the end, and pushes open the door. Rick gets up, and Creeping Death leads him into a lockerroom. Random WCF wrestlers stand off to the side, allowing these two room. They're punching at eachother, kicking every once in a while. Rick hits a big gut punch, doubling CD over. Mad picks up a bench and slams it across CD's back. Creeping Death drops to his knees, and Mad delievrs a punch to the side of the head. Creeping Death goes down, but Rick pulls him right back up, and whips him into a locker. Rick goes over to CD, but CD quickly pulls Rick into the locker as he slides out. Rick turns around and gets hit with both of Creeping Death's feet as CD goes into a handstand, Tajiri style. Rick's head has no place to go and just gets crushed. Mad stumbles ouf ot the locker, and gets hit with a falling dropkick to the gut. Creeping Death gets up and hooks Mad around and drops him FLUSH with a Vertebreaker. Creeping Death eventually picks and leads Rick up and out of the lockerrom, and back into the hallway. Rick fights back with punches to the side, and eventually gets the upper hand. Rick picks Creeping Death up on his shoulder, and runs down the hall with CD. At the end of the hall is the Exit. Rick rushes full speed towards the door, and DRIVES Creeping Death into it, breaking it down.

    Zach Davis: I knew this was falls count anywhere, but.. holy crap!

    Now outside, Rick Mad kicks at Creeping Death and covers. 1 ... 2 ... kickout again. Cars whiz by on the street, mere feet from the wrestlers. Rick Mad stops a mid-sized sedan, and pulls the driver out.

    Luscious Jackson: GTA'd!

    Creeping Death is now sitting up propped against the outside wall of the arena. Mad gets in the car, and drives towards Creeping Death. Seconds before impact, Creeping Death jumps up and dropkicks through the windshield as Mad hits the wall! Both feet connect with Mad as the glass flies everywhere! The car's front end is totally smashed from the wall.

    Shannan Lerch: This.. this is too much. Jesus.

    The driver's side door opens. Both men spill out with cuts all over their body. Crawling on the ground, Creeping Death is still pounding on Rick Mad's back. Glass basically coats the ground, and is embedded in the men's skin. They both make it to a standing base, and Creeping Death rushes Mad, pushing him up against the side of the car. Mad falls onto the smashed up hood. Creeping Death follows him up. They stand up and start punching at eachother. Out of pure desperation, Rick Mad kicks CD in the gut and drops him with a Mad DDT off the car! Creeping Death's head hits the ground and he turns over. Glass is pushed up into his forehead from the impact of the DDT. Rick reaches over and drapes an arm over CD's body. 1 ..... 2 ..... KICKOUT?! At the VERY LAST SECOND, out of utter will, Creeping Death's shoulder leaves the pavement. Rick Mad flops onto his back and looks up into the night sky. He sits up, stands, and pulls Creeping Death to his feet. Rick pulls CD across the street, traffic stopping, and the two enter a building. Cameras follow them in. It's a dance club/bar with two levels, the top just a little area so you can see down to the dance floor.

    Luscious Jackson: Ooh, there are some hot bitches there.

    Zach Davis: We're calling a match! Pay attention!

    Strobe lights and techno music are all throughout this place as the two enter. People scatter and the lights get turned on. Rick Mad irish whips Creeping Death into the bar, making him fly over it. Mad follows him over, rips Creeping Detah's jersey off and choke throws him into all the glass liquor bottles, breaking most of them into Creeping Death's back. The alcohol rubs into Creeping Death's cuts, no doubt burning and stinging like no other. Creeping Death bends over the bar itself, trying to shut out the pain. Mad climbs up onto the bar and pulls CD up. Mad hooks CD up and drops him in a MadPlex onto the solid wooden bar! Mad rolls off and goes over to a pool table. Rick grabs a cue stick, walks back over to CD, and whacks him in the gut with it. Creeping Death rolls off the bar and crashes to the floor. Rick hits him once again with the stick, breaking it this time over his back. Rick leads CD over to the pool table, and once there, CD grabs a ball, and punches Rick Mad right in the face with it. Rick stumbles out onto the dance floor. Creeping Death runs full speed and GORE GORE GORES Rick Mad right down! Creeping Death gets up and leads Mad to the DJ's stage, and throws him up onto it. CD gets up and drops forearms across Mad's back. CD takes Rick's head and bounces it off of the soundboard, making the techno music stop. Creeping Death looks at the board and presses a few buttons. Slipknot begins playing over the speakers. CD headbangs along for a second while stomping at Mad. CD picks Mad up, and irish whips Mad off the back of the stage, into the back wall. Creeping Death hops down and looks in the door. It's the storage room. Inside, CD finds the lighting fixtures ... otherwise known as lighttubes. Rick Mad is almost up as he gets blasted in the head with a lighttube. Creeping Death goes kinda deep inside the room, and comes out carrying a huge black ladder. CD props the ladder up against the stage, and picks Mad up, powerslamming him down onto the ladder. Creeping Death holds his head as he pulls Mad off the ladder. CD grabs the ladder, and sets it up between two pool tables, making the Ladder Bridge of Doom! CD brings Mad over and front suplexes him on the ladder! Creeping Death stands on a pool table and brings Mad up with him. CD hooks Mad in a double underhook and flips over him into a piledriver, The Eulogy of the Dead, off the pool table, onto the ladder, bending it right in the middle! CD slowly rolls over and picks Mad up. Creeping Death kicks Mad in the gut, and he stumbes back against some stairs. Creeping Death clothesline Mad against them, and pounds Mad up them. The stairs led them up to the second story of the club.

    Shannan Lerch: What are they going to do up there? Ahhghg!

    Up on the second level, Rick bounces CD off a pilar. Rick picks CD up in a sideswipe powerbomb and drops him on a round table. CD hits the table with a thud. Mad takes a bottle and smashes it on CD's head. Creeping Detah rolls off the table, and Mad pins. 1 .... 2.... kickout. Rick is FURIOUS. So mad, Rick picks CD up and presses him over his head. Rick walks over to the edge of the balcony and goes to throw Creeping Death over the rail, but CD wiggles out of the hold and slams Mad's head against the balcony barrier. Rick falls into a sitting position against the wall of the balony. CD grabs a chair and runs at Rick, drop kicking the chair into Mad's face, and breaking the wall! Rick almost falls down but catches himself. The call crashes down to the dance floor, sending whoever was left watching the fight scattering. The two men stand up and begin trading punches again. Rick goes in for a big haymaker, but CD ducks and hooks Mad's arm around his head, and lifts him up into the reverse DVD. CD then drops Mad right on his head with The Nightmare! Mad's body goes utterly limp. Creeping Death looks down at Mad's body and decides to lift him up once again. Mad tries to fight back with punches. Rick grabs CD by the neck and lifts him up. Rick just holds him there until Creeping Death unleashes the Black Mist into Rick's eyes. Mad clutches at his face until Creeping Death boots him in the gut and hooks his arms up in the double underhook once again. Creeping Death turns Mad so his back is to the broken down wall of the balcony.

    Luscious Jackson: Oh good God, don't-

    Creeping Death picks Mad up in For Whom the Bell Tolls and leaps off the balcony. The men crash down to a pool table below, making it basically crumble and crush upon impact. Mad's body goes totally limp and Creeping Death just lays there. The ref asks CD how he's doing, and CD just looks at the guy. After sitting there collecting himself, Creeping Death rolls Rick Mad over and places his arm on him. The ref counts.

    One ...

    Two ...

    Three.

    Zach Davis: Thank God, it's over. Dear lord.

    Creeping Death stumbles to his feet, bloodied, battered, and bruised, and the crowd in the club gives him a standing ovation. There's one mexican guy wearing a Rick Mad shirt nearby, booing like hell. Creeps goes up to the guy, kicks him in the gut.. MetalliClash!!

    Shannan Lerch: I bet Creeping Death was banging that guy's girlfriend.

    Luscious Jackson: What?

    Shannan Lerch: Oh, the "smart marks" will understand.

    Creeping Death then stumbles out of the club as medics rush in to take care of Rick.

    Zach Davis: Is he.. even.. alive?..

    Shannan Lerch: Regardless, we have more action coming up. Wow.

  • Mike Maida vs Torture
  • Not Afraid" by Our Lady Peace. A shower of golden fireworks drop on the stage until Marvelous Mike Maida steps through the curtain and poses for the crowd, then he makes his way down the ramp and into the ring, stopping for Pictures. He gets into the ring to the loud pop. He smiles at the fans.

    Cypress Hill bangs out over the speakers, and the fans boo hardcore. He comes out by himself of course. Hardcore Title is slang over his shoulder. He walks down the ramp. He stops at the bottom and stares at Mike, like no ones business.

    Zach Davis: This is it guys! I’ve waited 4 weeks for this!

    Shannan Lerch: As have I! I mean, We’ve seen matches come and go, but tonight, Someone goes home defeated!

    Luscious Jackson: My homeboy, Torture, has this one!

    They both stare down in the ring. The ref calls for the bell. It sounds. They both walk dead center of the ring, and everyone stands up. Everyone in the house is cheering. Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike chants begin. Torture looks at the crowd in an awful facial expression. Mike Maida just smiles and looks at the crowd. Torture begins his trash talking, and Mike just takes it. The Tort stands nearly 5 to 6 inches shorter than Mike. This is truely an amazing picture.

    Luscious Jackson: HIT HIM!!~!

    Zach Davis: This thing can explode at ANY second..

    Shannan Lerch: Oh man, LISTEN to this place! THEY'RE BEHIND MIKE!

    Torture goes for a right hand and connects! Torture connects yet another one! And one more to boot! The crowd boo's heavily, as Torture goes for a 4th, Mike blocks, and the crowd EXPLODES! Mike punches back and back, blocks another one, and punches again! Torture reels to the ropes, Mike irish whips him, but Torture hits the ropes, and slides underneath, to slow it back down. The crowd boo's and Mike flex's his arms, and the crowd Explodes once again!

    Shannan Lerch: Oh man...

    Zach Davis: This could get good!

    Luscious Jackson: Come on Tortaa!!

    Torture slides back in, gets to his feet, but Mike gets back onto the attack. Putting him in the corner, and punching away at him. Mike steps backwards to the other turnbuckle, and goes running towards Torture, The tort drop toe holds Mike into the middle ring turnbuckle! Torture grabs Mike from behind and hits a back suplex. He pins, but only a two count. Torture gets to his feet and hits the ropes, he comes sprinting at Mike, but Mike catches the arm and hits a armbar take down, sending Torture to the mats stomach first! Mike and Torture lay there for a few seconds then get to their feet. The crowd buzzes with anticipation.

    Zach Davis: I can feel this one is GOING TO BE BARN BURNER!

    Luscious Jackson: What ? Tort is gonna own!

    Shannan Lerch: I can feel it too Zach!

    Mike grabs Torture and hits a back breaker. He gets to his feet as does Torture, and Mike hits a few punches before putting on a Sleeper! The crowd cheers but Torture quickly gets out of it. Torture turns around and goes for a Sleeper as well! Mike back elbows Torture, and hits a back suplex, except Torture goes over the top rope and to the mats below!

    Shannan Lerch: WHOA!

    Zach Davis: Holy Crap!

    Torture uses the announce table to stand up, but he's a bit out of it right now, Mike Maida gets on the outside, and throws Torture to the apron. Mike hits a few punches to the jaw, and then rolls him into the ring. Maida stands him up, and Torture hits a lighting fast sidekick to Mikes jaw!~!~ Torture falls to the mat as does Mike. Torture crawls over to Mike... crawling... it could be over! Torture throws an arm over. The ref counts. 1......2.......3.

    Shannan Lerch: ITS OVER!

    Zach Davis: NO ITS ONLY TWO!

    The ref throws up the two count sign, it was SO close, but only a two. The crowd cheers as Torture trys to get to his feet. They begin "Torture sucks" chants, and he just passes them off. Mike Maida is using the turnbuckles to get up, he's facing the crowd. Torture runs and hits a massive stinger like splash to his back... Mike stumbles backwards and Torture hits a neck breaker. He pins, but again only a close two count. Torture gets to his feet and claims its over! He walks on the apron to the top rope, Mike meets him with a few punches! Mike walks up the top rope, but Torture knocks him down! Torture stands on the top, as Maida gets to his feet. Torture leaps, but Maida catches him spins him around and hits a spinebuster within a split second!

    Shannan Lerch: OH MAN!

    Luscious Jackson: OUCH!

    Zach Davis: EEEK!

    Mike falls on top of Torture, for the pin....1......2.......3...NO ITS ONLY A TWO !~~!@~!

    Luscious Jackson: I thought Mike beat him! I thought Mike beat him!!

    Shannan Lerch: As did I! That could be enough to put ANY man out!

    Both men try to get to their feet, but try to punch at each other as well. Mike grabs Torture, turns him around and hits a spinning back drop. Crowd somewhat pops, and he pulls Torture by the feet to the center of the ring. He looks around at the crowd for a second, he hides one leg behind the other! This could be it! He tries to lock on the Perfect Execution! Torture wiggles and worms, even kicking at Mike Maida...Mike trys to turn him over, and when he does, Torture screams in pain!!

    Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD! THIS COULD BE IT!

    Luscious Jackson: You've said that three times!

    Zach Davis: JACKSON, SHE'S RIGHT, EVERY SINGLE PERSON HAS TAPPED... WILL IT BE TORTURE?!?!

    Torture screams and claws at the mat! He tries reaching for the ropes... Mike Maida leans back, clenching at it harder! Mike even yells out with some intensity! Torture crawls and claws, and screams on the mat, He won't tap... Torture reaches for the bottom rope, this could be it! Torture raises his hand, he's going to tap! He's going to tap! Torture with one last run at it, he crawls and dives to the bottom rope, and the ref calls it off! Mike has to let go! He does so. The crowd boo's.

    Zach Davis: He didn't tap ?!

    Shannan Lerch: WOW! Torture does not want to LOSE!

    Luscious Jackson: Thats my boy!

    Torture holds the bottom rope, his eyes bloodshot red, and his face looks like it's on fire! Mike grabs Torture picks up his almost lifeless body and hits a snapmare, into a sleeper! Mike yells "GO TO SLEEP!" Torture tries fighting back, but the more he does so, the harder it's clenched! Torture gets to his feet, and he can feel this one! Mike still tries to leave it on, but Torture gets out of it, and pushes him off! Mike kicks Tortures leg out from under him. As Torture stands on one leg and one knee, Mike steps back and hits the ropes and Yakuza Kicks Torture right in the face!

    Shannan Lerch: OUCH!

    Torture lays on his back and Mike picks him up and hits a snap suplex. Mike pins. 1.....2...KICKOUT! Mike picks him up and throws him to the corner. He nails a few punches, to the face and to the gut. Mike Maida taunts at Torture, punches him to the face after each one! Torture spears Mike all the way to the other turnbuckle!! Torture punches away at Mike Maida with lightning quick punches, with both hands! Torture feels the energy! He taunts, almost like he's hulking up, he turns his attention back to Mike Maida, and Torture recieves one of the stiffest clotheslines known to man!

    Zach Davis: OOHHHHHH

    Shannan Lerch: OHHHHHHHH MY GAWWDDD!!

    Luscious Jackson: OHHHHHHHHHH

    Mike Maida and Torture both lay out on the mats, the ref begins the count, he gets to about 6 or 7, when both men make it to their feet. Mike Maida and Torture both get up, face to face, before anyone knows it, Torture hits a very fast Flatliner! Torture gets to his feet, as Mike Maida slowly gets up. Torture hits the ropes and as Mike gets up, Torture runs, leaps to the air, he latches onto Mike Maida and hits a spinning russian leg sweep!

    Luscious Jackson: WHOA!

    Shannan Lerch: Never seen that before!

    Torture gets to his feet, as does Mike. Maida goes for a clothesline, Torture ducks it and quickly grabs Mike from behind, he clenches his head, and hits a Tortures Device!

    Shannan Lerch: ITS OVER ITS OVER ITS OVER@!

    Zach Davis: TORTURE NEEDS TO COVER! HE NEEDS TO COVER!

    Jackson *jumping up and down*: PIN HIM! TORTURE PIN HIM!!

    Torture crawls over, and hooks a leg.

    1.....

    2.....

    KICKOUT!@~~! MAIDA KICKS OUT OF THE TORTURES DEVICE!~!@@ Torture is shocked! No one has ever kicked out of it before!

    Luscious Jackson: OHHHH NOOOOOOO

    Shannan Lerch: ARE YOU KIDDING ME ?!

    Zach Davis: NO, ITS NOT OVER!

    Torture looks shocked, and the crowd pops for Mike Maida. He argues with the ref for a second, Torture picks up Maida and holds his head with his left hand, and by standing behind him, Torture runs his thumb slowly across Maidas throat... He shoves his head into his underarm, and goes for it, he spins, but Mike pushes Torture off, he bounces off the ropes, and Maida picks him up onto his shoulder and hits The Marvelator!~~@!~

    Zach Davis: IT COULD BE OVER!!!

    Maida throws an arm over. 1.......2................ .... ..... ... TORTURE KICKS OUT! TORTURE KICKS OUT! TORTURE. KICKED. OUT.!~@~!

    Zach Davis: WHAT ?!? WHAT ?!? WHAT ?!?!

    Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD WHAT A FRICKIN' MATCH!

    Luscious Jackson: IM GONNA' SAY IT GUYS, THIS MATCH IS PRETTY GOD DAMN EXCITING!

    Mike Maida and Torture get up... bending over, they look at each other, sweat dripping down both mens faces, hardly can stand, hearts beating at 100mph, they finally stand straight up, and give each other a right hand! Both men trading right hands! Punches after punches.... they're getting slower... almost to a dead stop.. Torture gives a right hand, and after a few seconds, Maida returns his right hand.

    Shannan Lerch: Both of these men are bruised and battered!

    Luscious Jackson: It's... almost over!

    Zach Davis: I don't know if I want to keep watching... or If I want this to end!

    Torture kicks Mike Maida to the gut! As Mike bends down, Torture grabs his head and goes for a DDT, but Mike punches at his abs. Mike gets out of the move, and turns around, he's met with a stiff Side kick, Mike reels up against the ropes, bounces off and walks into a float over into a TORTURES DEVICE!! Torture throws an arm over, the crowd boo's...1.......2..........

    3!

    ITS OVER#$#!~~! FINALLY, TORTURE HAS WON THE MATCH!!!!

    Shannan Lerch: ITS OVER ITS OVER!

    Luscious Jackson: OH MY GOD! HE DID IT! I KNEW HE COULD! HOLY SHIT! ITS OVER!! TORTURE.... YOU ARE THE FRICKIN' BEST! OOOOO YEEAHHH!!!

    Shannan Lerch: DONT BLOW UP JACKSON... GEEZE!!

    Zach Davis: AHAH WHAT A MATCH. I HAVE TO GIVE PROPS TO BOTH MEN!

    Luscious Jackson: And we got more comin' up!

  • Three Stages of Hell Match: Nate Nytro vs Reckless Jack
    Streetfight, Texas Deathmatch, TLC
  • Surfacing hits as the arena goes dark. When Kevin Palmer's voice fills the arena the place starts to flash red lights. "I'm turning into what you... See!" Reckless Jack walks out as the crowd is booing the hell out Reckless Jack when seeing him. Of course, Fantastic Joe is not far behind either. Reckless Jack gets into the ring and kneels down as pyro shoots out of the ring posts. Reckless Jack gets up and streches with the ring ropes as Fantastic Joe yells at the ref.. Reckless Jack then waits...

    Zach Davis: So it begins with Reckless Jack entrance.

    Shannan Lerch: This is all coming down to tonight.

    Luscious Jackson: Thats right bitches! One man wins, the other man loses.

    The lights go dim as the beginning of “Determined” hits. After the drums and bass kick in full throttle, on each hard beat, a blue strobe flashes simultaneously with it, while at the same time smoke pours from the entranceway, shrouding it in a fog. Once the word “Go!” is heard in the song and the rhythm picks up, Nate Nytro runs out to the stage. He begins to head bang a little and then approaches the ring. He slides in and taunts on two opposite turnbuckles. On the first, he usually head bangs a bit to psyche-up the crowd. On the other, he gives the traditional, heavy metal devil horns.

    Shannan Lerch: Will Nate finally beat this man one on one cleanly?

    Zach Davis: According to the polls at WCF.com, he will.

    Luscious Jackson: I gotta wait for both your cracka asses to stop talkin again so I can talk. Bunch of assholes.

    Nate Nytro wants to lock up with Reckless Jack in the middle of the ring. Reckless Jack shakes his finger in a no type of way. Nate still motions for him to bring it on. Reckless Jack tells Fantastic Joe to leave the arena. The crowd cheers for Jack when hearing this. Joe walks to the back. Jack now goes to the middle of the ring to lock up with Nate, but he then backs off and takes a deep breath. Nate gets tired of the crap and Spears Jack down to the mat, punching the holy hell out of him. Jack tries to get his hands up, but no avail as Nate won't stop. Nate finally decides to stop punching Jack. Reckless Jack rolls out of the ring to catch his breath for a minute or two. The next thing we know, Nate is flying off the top rope with a Crossbody that takes Reckless Jack down.

    Zach Davis: Nate means all business here tonight.

    Shannan Lerch: We all know he wants nothing less then to kill Reckless Jack.

    Nate gets back up and looks for a chair from under the ring. He finds one as he throws that into the ring. Reckless Jack is near the steel steps as Nate Nytro tries to pick him up. Jack throws Nate into the steel steps. We hear a thud on impact. Jack gets his break as Nate recovers. Jack rolls into the ring as Nate is near the barricade. Jack grabs the top rope as he hits a Asai Moonsault. Nate is smashed against the barricade as Jack starts to give Nate some well placed kicks to the midsection. On the forth or fifth kick, Nate catches Jack's foot. Jack is hopping around as Nate jumps up and hits a nasty Enziguri. Jack goes down again as Nate takes a breath of his own. Nate quickly whips Jack into the steel steps.

    Shannan Lerch: This is already brutal. What action.

    Luscious Jackson: Yeah, too bad no one holds a candle to my skillz.

    Zach Davis: So you are doing gay pornos again then?

    Luscious doesn't respond at all. Jack holds his shoulder as Nate hits a Shining Wizard surprisingly. Jack is down again. Nate picks up Jack and rolls him into the ring. Nate hits a Springboard Leg Drop on Jack. Nate covers. One! Two!! Kick out by Reckless Jack. Nate pounds the mat as he goes and gets that chair. He brings it into the ring as Jack is slowly getting up. Nate tries to hit Jack, but Jack kicks Nate in the gut. Nate drops the chair as Jack hits a quick Double Arm DDT on the chair. Nate rolls out of the ring as Jack tries to cover. Jack gets on the apron and as Nate is getting up, Jack hits an Apron-Dive Somersault Body Attack. Both men are down again. Nate gets up first however. Nate hops up on the barricade, jumps off and hits an Elbow Drop. Jack holds his chest in pain as Nate pulls out a table.

    Luscious Jackson: Finally, dez crackas gettin da tables.

    Shannan Lerch: In English please.

    Nate sets the table up on the outside. Nate picks up Jack and goes for a Suplex. Jack is able to twist out of it midair and turn that into a Reverse DDT. Nate holds his head in pain as Jack looks at the table. Jack stops looking at the table as he picks up Nate. Nate, to his credit, takes advantage of the rules and low blows Jack. Jack holds his "boys." Nate sets Jack on the table. Nate rolls back into the ring. He runs off the ropes and springboards into a Shooting Star Press. This Shooting Star Press connects as Nate puts Jack through the first table of the night. The crowd has started a "WCF!" chant. Nate nods to the crowd, but some boo him. Nate gets up and rolls Jack into the ring. Nate goes for a cover right away. One! Two!! Kick out by Jack.

    Zach Davis: What guts by Reckless Jack.

    Shannan Lerch: What a start!

    Nate talks with the ref about the count. Nate then goes to the top rope. Jack gets up as Nate jumps for a Missile Dropkick, but Jack is able to Dropkick Nate in midair. Nate smacks the mat hard. Jack rolls on his stomach. Jack then gets back up and starts to kick at Nate. Jack picks up Nate and hits a Uranage Slam. Nate is down as Jack gets the steel chair. Jack takes the chair to the top rope with him. Jack jumps off and hits a Somersault Leg Drop with the steel chair. Nate looks knocked out. Jack doesn't cover, but instead goes out of the ring. He finds a barbed wire 2x4 and brings that into the ring. Jack stalks Nate with this weapon. Nate gets up as Jack swings at him, Nate ducks this though. When Jack turns around, Nate hits a Dropkick on Jack. Jack drops the weapon. Nate picks up Jack and hits a Suplex and another Suplex. On the third attempt, Jack drops out of the Suplex. Jack pushes Nate into the ropes. When Nate comes back, Jack hits the Reckles Lariat.

    Luscious Jackson: Dear god, both men are letting it all hang out already. When I do that, I get arrested.

    Zach Davis: For those that don't know, the Reckless Lariat is a Discus Clothesline/Lariat. As for Mr. Jackson here, he was once a Michael Jackson fan.

    Luscious Jackson: ...

    Both men are down right now as the ref can only look on at the carnage so far. This has been a clean streetfight for the most part. Jack and Nate get back up. Nate kicks Jack in the gut and goes for the Catatonic Finish. Jack takes out one of Nate's legs however. Jack stomps Nate's groin really hard. Nate rolls over in pain. Jack gets the chair and places it under the face of Nate. Jack then locks up Nate in a strange looking hold. Jack then stomps the back of Nate's head into the chair. The crowd chants "Holy Shit!" at this manuever.

    Shannan Lerch: The New York City Stomp, very brutal.

    Zach Davis: Very!

    Jack turns Nate over and covers. One! Two!! Three!!! Reckless Jack as won the first stage of the match.

    Shannan Lerch: That was surprisingly fast!

    Luscious Jackson: Props to da homeboy rocking the jean shorts, but it aint ova yet!

    Zach Davis: We are now diving into the Texas Death Match

    Reckless Jack regains balance after a bit of struggling. Nate is hardly stirring. Jack lifts him up and delivers a suplex. Reckless then goes up top on a turnbuckle that isn’t exactly close to the target. Regardless, he leaps...THE RECKLESS SPLASH!

    Shannan Lerch: RJ may end this rather quickly.

    Zach Davis: What a waste of hype.

    Luscious Jackson: I can’t watch!

    Jack covers.

    ONE!

    TWO!

    Nate gets his shoulder up!

    Shannan Lerch: HE’S ALIVE!

    Luscious Jackson: Fo rizzle?

    Zach Davis: Keep in mind, however, that it takes much more than a pin to end this stage of the match.

    Reckless Jack stands again. He lifts Nate and sets him against the turnbuckle. He goes to town with Ric Flair chops. One...two...three...four...five...six...Following six, He turns Nate and hoists him atop the turnbuckle facing the crowd. He gets up behind and goes for the Reckless Killing. Suddenly, Nate comes to and elbows RJ in the temple thrice, knocking him down. Nate perches himself on top, RJ on his back...Whisper in the Wind! The impact hurls Nate off RJ, leaving him to hold his stomach in pain. Nate then uses the ropes to try and regain balance. RJ, however, is up. He nails a running dropkick, sending Nate to the outside. RJ climbs out not too long after. He grabs Nate head and smashes it on the guard rail. As Nate holds his skull, RJ reaches under the ring...

    Luscious Jackson: Wooo, dats wut I’m talking ‘bout.

    Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen...a ladder has been adopted into this match...can u say “Holy Shit”?

    Shannan Lerch: Getting ready to.

    RJ sets the 10 ft ladder up on the outside. He lifts Nate and lies him on the guardrail spine first. His legs are mangled in the front-row audience. RJ climbs the ladder and reaches the peak. He taunts the crowd, and jumps, delivering a massive leg drop to the head/neck area of Nate Nytro. Both men fall to the ground, Jack holding his tailbone and Nytro cluthching his throat.

    Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

    Luscious Jackson: Holy shit!

    Zach Davis: Shit! Stop, Jackson! Haven’t you heard of the fuckin FCC? God damn.

    Luscious Jackson: My fault, just keeping it real.

    Shannan Lerch: F*cking morons.

    Reckless Jack covers...

    ONE!

    TWO!

    THREE!

    The arena is filled with an uproar

    Zach Davis: One half of the task is complete...now if the ref counts to ten before Nate Nytro can get to a decently vertical base, RJ has one the second stage and the whole match.

    ONE!!!!!!!!

    TWO!!!!!!!!

    THREE!!!!!!!

    FOUR!!!!!!!

    FIVE!!!!!!!

    SIX!!!!!!!

    Nate Nytro begins stirring and gets on one knee.

    SEVEN!!!!!!!

    Nate Nytro is up.

    Shannan Lerch: That means the pinfall is null and void...RJ must repeat the whole process again.

    Luscious Jackson: Dat can’t be makin him happy.

    Reckless Jack is up against the apron. He gets off, gets Nate, and gets him in the ring. Jack sees Nate’s disarray and takes time to bring out some more weapons...four tables, another 10 foot ladder and a 20 foot one as well. He lays the ladders on the aprons, and tosses the tables over the top rope. He gets back in...BAM!

    Zach Davis: A BARBED WIRE CHAR???

    Shannan Lerch: Well...he’s got his second wind.

    Luscious Jackson: YO! Where did that come from?

    Jack holds his now blood painted head tightly. Nate gets a table and sets it up in the center of the ring. He takes the 10 ft ladder and lays it between the second ropes of one turnbuckle. He puts the barbed wire chair on top. He grabs RJ, and they both ascend to the top of their wooden platform. Nate lifts RJ up in a Falcon Arrow delayed suplex position...and then, he leaps forward, droping him in an X-Factor fashion, onto the barbed chair and ladder. Jack rolls off, the chair still burrowed into his abdomen.

    Luscious Jackson: Oooooh, cracka down.

    Zach Davis: Why you prejudice-

    Shannan Lerch: Oi vey.

    The crowd is on the edge of their seats, ready to go over. Nate is the first to stand after this exchange. RJ has ripped the chair off his chest, sacrificing some flesh in the process. He tries to regain consciousness between the second and third rope. Nate climbs the turnbuckle nearest him...Shooting Star Leg Drop! Reckless Jack flies back into the ring. Nate slowly gets up and returns to the squared circle. He picks up the dead-weight opponent and places his on his shoulders, powerslam style. He walks over to the fallen chair, mangled in barbed wire now tainted with flesh. He grabs Jack’s neck, and brings him down...Michinoku Driver! This instantly converts to a pin.

    ONE!

    TWO!

    THREE!!!

    Nate rolls off, and the ref begins counting.

    ONE!!!

    TWO!!!

    THREE!!!

    FOUR!!!

    FIVE!!!

    SIX!!!

    SEVEN!!!

    EIGHT!!!

    RJ has crawlen to the ropes, and is trying to rise up.

    NINE!!!

    Nate grabs him, disrupting and ending the count.

    Zach Davis: May not have been the wisest choice...unless he has a plan.

    Nate whips Jack, but he reverses it...he quickly grabs the chair and thrusts it into the gut of the rebounding Nate Nytro. He then tosses it at Nate, causing him to instinctively catch it...Reckless Jackinator! After a long rest, Jack goes to cover...Nate, however, has recovered, and delivers a karate kick to RJ’s head from the ground. Nate sets up another table near one of the corners of the ring, and puts Jack on it. He then goes and grabs the big 20 footer, and sets it up in the opposite corner. As he ascends, RJ gets up and climbs the opposite side. Both reach the top, and RJ gains the upper hand with a few blows from his right fist. He then gets to the top, hooks Nate’s head with his legs, and sends him over with a Hurricanrana...Nate smashes through the table, and his body folds over in a scorpion fashion.

    Zach Davis: Oh my God...

    Shannan Lerch: That...that can’t be good...

    Luscious Jackson: Ha ha ha, how’s it hangin, Nytro?

    Shannan Lerch: How inappropriate, thank you.

    Jack, who’s head smashed into one of the steps, crawls over and covers Nate.

    ONE!!!!

    TWO!!!!

    THREE!!!!!!!!!

    The ref initiates the second count.

    ONE!!!

    TWO!!!

    THREE!!!

    FOUR!!!

    FIVE!!!

    SIX!!!

    Zach Davis: ...no way...Nytro is...getting up.

    Seven!!!

    Eigh- HE’S UP!

    RJ runs at Nate who delivers a quick Yakuza Kick. Afterwards, he falls to the ground, out of breath.

    Shannan Lerch: Amazing!

    Nate forces RJ to climb up the ladder with him on the same side. Once near the top, he puts one of Jack’s arms around his own neck, and puts his own arm under the free limb of Jack, curling over the neck.

    Zach Davis: He has a half nelson on that guy.

    Nate pushes off, and they fall back. In midair, Nate turns himself, and delivers a half-nelson piledriver.

    Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

    Luscious Jackson: DATS GOT TO BE IT!

    Nate covers instantaneously.

    ONE!!!!!

    TWO!!!!!

    THREE!!!!!

    The next count begins..

    ONE!!!

    TWO!!!

    THREE!!!

    FOUR!!!

    FIVE!!!

    SIX!!!

    Seven!!!

    Eight!!!

    Nine!!!

    ...

    TEN!!!!!!!

    Zach Davis: NATE HAS WON THE SECOND FALL!

    Shannan Lerch: TLC Time.

    Both Nytro and Reckless Jack lay on the mat, pretty much exhausted. Nate rolls out of the ring, and begins looking under the apron for some goodies. Not surprisingly, he pulls out a ladder.

    Luscious Jackson: Yup, here we go.

    Nytro tosses it into the ring. He then pulls out a steel chair, tosses that in, and a table, which he slides in.

    Zach Davis: The ring is cluttered, and this is truely a TLC match now. Remember though, it's still pinfall, nothing to reach up top.

    Shannan Lerch: And that's how it should be.

    Nate rolls in and picks up the chair. Reckless Jack is standing now, and Nate goes to hit Jack right on the head.. but Jack gets his hands up and catches the chair. He tries to pull it away from Nytro, but Nytro holds on. The two fight over it a little before Jack kicks him in the stomach and then nails him right in the face with it!

    Luscious Jackson: Oooouuuchh.

    Jack picks it up and slams it over Nytro's fallen body, and Nate is now bleeding from the head. Jack sets the chair over Nytro's head, and then sets up the ladder and starts climbing...

    Zach Davis: Eh oh.

    Nytro reaches the top... motions to the crowd... and then hits a Guillotine Legdrop onto the chair!! He quickly pins Nytro..

    One!

    Two!

    No! Nytro kicks out!

    Shannan Lerch: How is he even conscious!?

    Jack stands up, unhappy. He stomps furiously at Nytro, and then picks him up. He stands over the chair.. Pulling Piledriver! Nate's head hits the chair and he almost has to be out. Jack stomps on him some more before.. locking in a Texas Cloverleaf?

    Zach Davis: A scientific submission move in a TLC match?

    Luscious Jackson: Well, hell, if you say so.

    Jack cranks on the hold, trying to get Nate to tap out, but he doesn't seem able to do so. He's out. The ref picks up his arm... and it drops to the mat. He picks it up again... and it drops, again.

    Shannan Lerch: Well there you go. Jack wins. It's academic.

    Picks it up again.. it doesn't drop!! Nate's still alive!! The crowd roars as Nytro pulls himself to the ropes and pulls himself out of the ring, to the apron, forcing Jack to release the hold. Jack stands and Nytro shoulders him in the gut before grabbing him and hitting a Sunset Flip over the ropes!

    One!

    Two!

    Jack kicks out!

    Zach Davis: Close call.

    Both men stand up and begin trading sloppy blows. Jack hits him a few times and then hits a Swinging Snap Suplex! He then begins setting up a table.

    Luscious Jackson: This'll have to end it.

    But Jack isn't done yet. He rolls out of the ring, and then begins looking under it... he pulls two things out. One, a Pepsi bottle, but it looks like it isn't filled with Pepsi. And two, matches.

    Shannan Lerch: Uh...

    He pours the liquid out of the Pepsi bottle right onto the table, and we can assume it's gas, or some other extremely flammable liquid. He then picks Nate up and puts him on the table.

    Zach Davis: Good lord, no, what is he doing...

    Instead of setting the table on fire, he begins climbing the ladder.

    Luscious Jackson: I ain't got no idea..

    He reaches the top, and looks down at Nate, smiling. He then lights a match.

    Shannan Lerch: NO! You'll KILL HIM!

    He tosses the match towards the table, and towards Nate..... but Nytro rolls off right before the match hits, luckily. The table, however, can't move, and instantly bursts into flames. Nytro looks up, pissed, and begins climbing the ladder with insane speed.

    Zach Davis: This won't end good for either man.

    The two exchange punches and blows to the head at the top. Nytro begins to stand up, and he pulls Jack up with him... They're still exchanging blows, trying to decide who will be the one to take the fall... Nytro slings Jack's shoulder over him, and SUPLEXES JACK OFF THE LADDER ONTO THE FLAMING TABLE!!!

    Luscious Jackson: SWEET MOTHER OF TUPAC!

    Nytro manages to stay on the ladder as Jack crashes onto the table! His body extingueshes the flames, but he's in incredible pain for sure. Nytro wastes no time and flies off the top of the ladder with the InspYration! He lands perfectly, and chants of "HOLY SHIT!" ring throughout the arena! This results in a pin!

    ONE!

    TWO!!

    THREE!!!

    Shannan Lerch: Nate Nytro finally gets his win!!!!

    Nytro rolls off Jack and rests for a moment, letting it all sink in. The ref raises his arm in the air to a huge pop from the crowd. He rolls out of the ring and heads to the back, slapping as many fans hands as possible.

    Zach Davis: Good for him!

    Medics rush to the ring to check on Jack.

    Luscious Jackson: And this PPV is still.. not.. over!


  • World Title Match: PC Cradle vs Madd Dogg
  • Zach Davis: Good Lord, One has been incredible.

    Shannan Lerch: And the best is yet to come. Cradle and Dogg are fighting for the most coveted prize that WCF has to offer, the World title.

    Luscious Jackson: Really, this is a no lose situation for Cradle. If he loses, he loses nothing. But if Dogg loses, as he said, he loses EVERYTHING.

    Zach Davis: These men have a hated rivalry, but it's only going to get more brutal. More ugly as the night goes on.

    Get to the Gone Plays and Cradle rushes to the ring. No entrance, no nothing. Just standing. Waiting for Dogg.

    Zach Davis: Looks like Cradle's ready to get it started. And who can blame him. After all Dogg has done to him over the past two months.

    Shannan Lerch: Cradle is a piece of trash and got what he deserved.

    The lights to the arena go out and a deep bassline plays.

    IT IS DARK AND HELL IS HOT.

    The stage explodes, but instead of an entrance, Madd Dogg is already behind PC Cradle. The music is cut and the lights are quickly brought up as Dogg spins Cradle and begins hammering away at him with a flurry of punches.

    Luscious Jackson: Dear Lord in Africa, these two men don't give a damn about formalities, about pomp or circumstance. They just want to end each other's lives. This isn't a match, this is war.

    Shannan Lerch: And I'm loving every minute of it. I hope Cradle gets his.

    Dogg whips Cradle to the ropes, but PC reverses it, and hits a running lariat upon his return. Wasting no time, he bounds off the ropes himself and delivers a sick jumping knee drop to Dogg's face. Grabbing his legs, Cradle slingshots Dogg into the turnbuckle, and clotheslines him down as he staggers back.

    Zach Davis: Cradle has firmly taken control of this match. People have said that Dogg doesn't stand a chance against Cradle. The boys in the back say it. Cradle has said it, and even Dogg has admitted it himself...

    Shannan Lerch: You take that back!

    Zach Davis: It's true.

    Luscious Jackson: I heard it too. Dogg is running scared. He knows Cradle will beat him, and he's been dreading this moment.

    Cradle pulls Dogg to his feet by the mask, almost tearing it off. Dogg suddenly surprises him with a kick the stomach and goes for the Stunner. Somehow, Cradle reverses it, and pushes Dogg to the ropes, and is there to meet him with a german suplex as he rebounds.

    Zach Davis: Dogg wants this one over. That was a desperate move.

    Shannan Lerch: That was a smart move. Put your opponent away early.

    Luscious Jackson: I love natural hair products.

    Shannan Lerch: What the hell does that have to do with anything?

    Luscious Jackson: Sorry, you guys took all the good comments on that!

    Cradle mounts Dogg and begins punching away. At the count of four, he releases, then goes right back to work on Dogg's face.

    Luscious Jackson: That is a veteran manuever. Utilize the count and use it to your advantage.

    Shannan Lerch: Veteran? Utilize? Who knew the darkie could use big words?

    Luscious Jackson: If it wasn't for the fact that watching Dogg lose would make you cry, I'd be offended.

    Cradle again pulls Dogg up, but this time is met with a series of punches to the gut. Cradle tries to whip him, but is reversed. Dogg meets him with a dolphin backbreaker, and goes for the pin, but doesn't even get a one count.

    Zach Davis: After all he's put Cradle through, he expects him to stay down off of that? He's gonna have to kill Cradle to put him out of commission.

    Luscious Jackson: And I'll bet he still kicks out after that!

    Shannan Lerch: Shut up, both of you.

    Dogg goes for the sharpshooter, but Cradle reaches up and rolls him up. He gets to two before Dogg kicks out.

    Zach Davis: Dogg gets nothing but Cradle gets a two count. Bet that hurts Shannan.

    Shannan Lerch: At least I'M not a virgin.

    Zach Davis: Shut up! I told you that in confidence! And I've gotten to second with a girl before!

    Shannan Lerch: God, I bet she was related. That's gross.

    Zach Davis: I hate you.

    Dogg literally jumps up off of the canvas and almost beheads PC with a clothesline. He begins stomping away. Rubbing his arm across Cradle's face, Dogg also waits for the four count to break it.

    Zach Davis: Cheap.

    Shannan Lerch: Thought it was veterin when Cradle was doing it.

    Luscious Jackson: It was, but Cradle hasn't been trying to destroy anyone for months like Madd Dogg has.

    Shannan Lerch: Jeez so picky. He made one mistake, name another.

    Zach Davis: He killed Gayfather.

    Shannan Lerch: Details, details.

    Dogg picks up Cradle and powerbombs him into the turnbuckle.

    Zach Davis: No matter how many times I see that it still makes me cringe.

    Again, Dogg goes for the pin, but gets only a one count. Grabbing Cradle's head, he lifts him, into a russian neck breaker. Another pin, another near two count.

    Luscious Jackson: This has gotta be frustrating Madd Dogg.

    Shannan Lerch: You think? An inferior wrestler not going down? Duh. Of course it's frustrating.

    Dogg throws Cradle into the corner, in tree of woe position. Backing up a few steps, he takes a good running start and spears the upside down Cradle.

    Zach Davis: JESUS! What the hell was that?

    Luscious Jackson: I've been a commentator for years, and I've never seen that before. That was awful.

    Dogg prepares to repeat his performance. Dragging Cradle down, and throwing him in the same position into the nest turnbuckle, Dogg again, attempts the spear but Cradle uses all his muscles to sit up, and Dogg's shoulder connects with the pole.

    Luscious Jackson: What abdominal strength. That's incredible.

    Cradle rights himself, steps to the top of the post, and jumps off, stomping on Dogg's exposed back. Seeing weakness, PC takes initiative and begins shouldering away at Madd Dogg's back. The ref forces him to stop, but he does a running drop kick to the small of Dogg's back. Then rolls him up for a quick pin, which doesn't even net him a 2 count.

    Zach Davis: Both of these guys are willing to sacrifice everything for that title.

    Shannan Lerch: No, not the title Zach. They want to humiliate the other person. There has never been this much on the line here in WCF, EVER.

    Luscious Jackson: This is bigger than DKX. This is begger than the T.O.T. This is begger than the WCF. Hell, this is even bigger than HIV!

    Shannan Lerch: What?

    Luscious Jackson: Sorry, just got carried away with my intials.

    Zach Davis: I've got a good idea. How bout youdon't talk for the rest of this PPV.

    Shannan Lerch: Or better yet ever. You could stop breathing too. That'd be nice.

    Continuing his attack on the small of the back, Cradle flips Dogg, and applies a boston crab, wrenching both the quads and the lower back. Madd Dogg writhes in pain but refuses to give up. Instead of going for the ropes however, he bends back and wraps his arms around Cradle's neck.

    Zach Davis: That's unique. That'll actually put more pressure on Dogg's back.

    Shannan Lerch: But at the same time, he's choking out Cradle. And the more Cradle tries to apply pressure, the worse it'll be on him too.

    Luscious Jackson: Desperate times call for desperate meausres.

    Cradle tries to keep the hold, but eventually loses his breath and has no choice but to release it. He lays there for a few moments, gasping and holding his throat. Dogg, for his part, lays there almost motionless, holding his lower back.

    Zach Davis: He got out of it, but at a price. He ended up hurting himself just as much if not more, that Cradle.

    Shannan Lerch: Both men are down. The situation wasn't ideal, I'll admit. But he did get out of it. And Dogg once again shows us his innovation when it comes to hurting people.

    Cradle is the first to his feet. Dogg is struggling, using the ropes to try and right himself. But Cradle won't allow that, and running up kicks Dogg right in the ribs. Rolling out of the ring, Dogg again tries to escape. Cradle is right behind him however, and bounces his head off of the table.

    Zach Davis: The action has finally spilled outside of the ring. We knew it would.

    After the table, Cradle throws Dogg face first into the ring post. Madd Dogg staggers around, steadying himself against the steps.

    Luscious Jackson: Things are looking bad for our World champion. Cradle is destroying him. I wonder if he thinks making PC a monster was such a good idea now.

    Shannan Lerch: He's just biding his time. He has to be. Damnit Dogg, stop being such a pussy and kick his ass.

    Cradle starts running at Dogg again, but at the last moment, Dogg turns. Grabbing Cradle's leg, he lifts him and flapjacks him right onto the steel stairs.

    Zach Davis: JESUS!

    Shannan Lerch: I told you. Way to go Dogg.

    Using his momentum, Dogg drags the padding away from ringside and side suplexes Cradle right onto the exposed concrete. He drops an elbow for good measure, then rolls him back into the ring. Dogg slides in himself and goes for the pin. 1, 2, thr...

    Zach Davis: Cradle kicks out. Just in time.

    Luscious Jackson: Cradle wants this badly. Nothing matters more. Not his life, not his body. No amount of pain is going to stop him from getting what he wants.

    Undeterred, Dogg grabs Cradle's ankle, and locks it in. He tries to get around and get his foot in place, but Cradle is wild, and reaches the ropes first. No matter what he does, Dogg can't shake him from the ropes. The ref forces him lose. Holding up his hands, Dogg agrees and then delivers a nasty kick to Cradle's head. Seeing his opponent weakened, Dogg climbs to the top, and goes for the Madd Splash.

    Shannan Lerch: Going high risk. This should put that homeless wacko away.

    However, Cradle rolls over and gets the knees up, into Dogg's already injured torso.

    Zach Davis: And it didn't pay off.

    Luscious Jackson: He took a little too much time there. Good ground basics put a dude away. Not flashy acrobatic crap.

    Cradle rolls over and puts an arm over Dogg. 1, 2, thre...barely kicks out.

    Zach Davis: I think Dogg's running out of steam here.

    Luscious Jackson: He's up against a man who's better, wants it more and will do more to get it.

    Shannan Lerch: You shut your mouth. Cradle is NOT better than Dogg.

    Cradle picks up Dogg and effortlessly clotheslines him over the ropes. Dogg splays out and collapses onto the ramp. Now it is Cradle's turn to go up top. He dives off after him, but Dogg somehow gets up and dropkicks Cradle on the way down.

    Luscious Jackson: I think the Holy shit chant is warranted after that one. Cream of Cradle anyone?

    Shannan Lerch: There are those broken bones Dogg promised us.

    Zach Davis: What a fight. These guys are giving it everything they have. And it certainly isn't for us. I don't even think they realize we're here.

    Dogg rushes Cradle, spearing him into the barrier, and all the poles holding it up. Leaning back, Dogg throws all his weight into his shoulder, and right into Cradle's gut. A second time. And a third. Cradle begins hammering away at him, and double ax-handles the back of his head, dropping Dogg. Climbing up onto the barrier, he drops an elbow onto Dogg's upper back. Again he climbs up, but this time delivers a dropping knee to the back of the head. As he drags Dogg towards the ring, a trail of blood follows.

    Shannan Lerch: Is that what I think it is?

    Zach Davis: Cradle made Dogg bleed? Has anyone ever done that before?

    Luscious Jackson: Good lord. I think I'll be the first to jump on the bandwagon and welcome PC Cradle as our new champ.

    Shannan Lerch: You're getting a little ahead of yourself aren't you?

    Luscious Jackson: Um, no. He beat Dogg before. Dogg had a mental breakdown. And now, Cradle is the first to ever make him bleed. That's strike three. We're looking at our new world champ.

    Instead of rolling Dogg back in the ring for the pin, Cradle props Dogg up real quick, rolls into the ring himself, and then does a sloppy dive back over the ropes, taking Dogg and himself back into the ring barrier. A collective gasp comes up from the crowd.

    Zach Davis: I...I have nothing to say about that. I don't think I CAN say anything about that.

    Luscious Jackson: Um if we have anymore crazy shit like that, we wont HAVE a champ. Both of these guys'll be dead.

    For a long time, neither of them move. The ref starts to count. Cradle manages to make his way to the ring at 5, and roll back out.

    Zach Davis: Smart move by the challenger. He would've had the win, but the belt doesn't change hands via a countout.

    Cradle grabs Dogg and tosses him back into the ring. Pin time. 1, 2, thre...

    Shannan Lerch: Even I don't know how Dogg kicked out of that one.

    Cradle begins tearing at his hair.

    PC Cradle: Stay down you dumb son of a bitch!

    Shannan Lerch: Cradle's getting frustrated. It'll be his downfall.

    Luscious Jackson: Can you blame him? After all that, Dogg still won't go to sleep like a good boy.

    Shannan Lerch: Ha, Dogg joke. Very funny. Ha ha, shut the hell up.

    Cradle goes to spear Dogg but at the last second he moves, and Cradle takes out the ref instead.

    Zach Davis: Cradle can't believe what he's done. But on the other hand, now he can deal with Dogg however he likes.

    Shannan Lerch: That was brilliant of Dogg to dodge that move.

    Luscious Jackson: I don't think he dodged so much as crumpled.

    Cradle grabs Dogg and preparing for the Cradle Bomb. However, Dogg seizes an opportunity and punches Cradle right where it counts.

    Zach Davis: Blatant low blow. Punch to the grapefruits!

    Shannan Lerch: More like the peas.

    Luscious Jackson: That should be a DQ right there!

    Shannan Lerch: Yea. Shame there's no ref to call it.

    Dogg drops out of the ring and grabs his sword. Unsheathing it, he motions for Cradle to get up, and full force slams the bunt edge into Cradle's cranium. Now it is Cradle's turn to bleed. As Cradle lies there, he begins wailing away. Pulling him up quickly, Dogg hits the stunner and goes for the pin. However, the ref is still out. Dogg releases the pin and drags the ref over. When he still does nothing, Dogg grabs his hand. 1, 2

    Zach Davis: Oh damnit, not this again. Not this way.

    Luscious Jackson: Dogg's gonna steal another victory!

    As he brings the hand down for the three, Cradle kicks out.

    Zach Davis: We still have a fight on our hands.

    Dogg is insensed. He begins kicking away at Cradle. Sliding him out of the ring, he props Cradle's near lifeless body on the announcer's table. Mounting the top turnbuckle, Dogg taunts to the crowd.

    Shannan Lerch: The fans want to boo him, but this has been too incredible of a show to boo anyone.

    Zach Davis: Last time Dogg went for this it backfired big time. I'm surprised he'd even try it again, let alone up the stakes.

    Luscious Jackson: Um, am I the only one concerned, not only that we're about to lose our table, but that we could get involved in the action here?

    Shannan Lerch: Um that's a very good point.

    As the announcers scramble away from the table, Dogg dives off for the Madd Splash and this time connects. Both he and Cradle go through the table and bounce into the barrier.

    Shannan Lerch: Are....they dead?

    Zach Davis: I think so. Neither of them are moving.

    Finally the ref comes to, and begins counting. Somehow, Dogg gets up and slides in and nine, but then right back out.

    Luscious Jackson: That wasn't very smart. He could've had the victory right there.

    Shannan Lerch: He's a true champion. He wants to beat Cradle like a man.

    Dogg drags Cradle to the ring. Tossing him in, he finally applies the Trampling Clutch.

    Zach Davis: Cradle's not moving. At all. I think it could be over.

    The ref lifts Cradle's hand and it drops.

    Shannan Lerch: The beginning of the end.

    A second time, it drops.

    Luscious Jackson: And I thought Cradle had it.

    And a third time it drops. Right before it hits, Cradle surges to life and holds it an inch above the mat.

    Zach Davis: He wants to win so bad!

    Luscious Jackson: Dogg thought he was out, so he didn't bother placing Cradle. He's right next to the ropes. Get out Cradle.

    And Cradle does. The ref counts, and at 4, drags Dogg off him. Dogg seems about ready to hit the ref, but instead stalks Cradle. As Cradle stands Dogg grabs his arm.

    Shannan Lerch: This is it, the Dogg Pound. You don't just kick out of this one.

    As he spins Cradle, Cradle reverses the momentum and locks Dogg's head. Cradle Arm DDT.

    Shannan Lerch: What the... That came out of nowhere.

    He hooks the leg.

    One!

    Two!

    THREE!!

    Shannan Lerch: NOOOOOOOOO!

    Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, PC Cradle has done the impossible. He has beat his tormentor. Madd Dogg's reign of terror over him is done. Cradle is the new WCF World Champ.

    As the ref hands Cradle the belt, Cradle drops in the middle of the ring holding his prize, and Dogg looks on from the outside, slamming his fists against the ring.

    Luscious Jackson: We have a new World champion. This match didn't disappoint and neither did Cradle. He promised victory and baby he delivered.

    Shannan Lerch: I.. I can't believe.. this!

    Cradle climbs up a turnbuckle and raises his Title high in the air to a HUGE pop, a standing ovation. The crowd applauds him like no other.

    Zach Davis: Well, that's all we have, folks. That's One. See you at Slam..

    Luscious Jackson: And I'LL see you at War VI!

    Zach Davis: Goodnight!

    The copyright info appears and we fade out on PC Cradle wearing the World Title.