Rock of Ages by Def Leppard plays as Sunday Slam comes alive! Pyro blasts from the stage as we pan around the fans, as usual. We soon go to the announcers.

Shannan Lerch: Hello, fans, and welcome to Sunday Slam! I'm Shannan Lerch, once again joined by Kyle Steel.

Kyle Steel: That's right. This is the last stop before One, and in our main event we have Neo teaming up with Creeping Death, taking on Trent Hunter and Reckless Jack.

Shannan Lerch: Neo's been feuding with Trent Hunter since the end of the World Title Tournament, which Trent Hunter won. That was at the very beginning of February. And finally, now, in the month of April, they'll get their chance to go ONE ON ONE!... but not before one final tag match.

Kyle Steel: And we know Creeping Death and Reckless Jack want to get their hands on each other. They've been attacking one another and interfering in each other's matches ever since Jack got here, and they too will finally go one on one at One.

Shannan Lerch: Defman said last week that he has an announcement to make. Quite frankly, we don't have any ideas. We know that his match with Cradle has become a No Disqualification match, but we don't know what his announcement could possibly be. We'll have to wait and see.

Kyle Steel: We'll see the man that Defman is facing, PC Cradle, in action against Outcast. Cradle didn't exactly have kind words for Outcast throughout the week, so there's gonna be a lot of animosity there.

Shannan Lerch: And in our opening bout, we'll see a WCF rookie, Erik Majors, taking on another rookie, Billy Tilley, and Freedom Fighter member Sylk Walker. That'll be a good one.

Kyle Steel: Majors may be a WCF rookie, but he's very very experienced in other promotions. Let's get to those matches!

Before we can get to the matches as Kyle suggested, All In The Suit That You Wear by the Stone Temple Pilots blasts over the PA system. The crowd is confused at first, but within seconds Bob the Cameraman aka Zach Davis walks out from the back! He's met with a lukewarm reaction. He walks to the ring and rolls in.

Zach Davis: Hello, fans. You newer guys may not know who I am, but for years I'd been WCF's lead commentator. A few months ago I became an active wrestler, and that man over there, Kyle Steel, took my job.

Zach points at Kyle.

Zach Davis: It's a relatively unknown fact that me and Kyle Steel used to wrestle together. We were friends. But.. he took my job! I haven't been wrestling much since I left WCF, so I decided to come back here and get my commentary position back.

Kyle Steel: What?! This is my job now!

Zach Davis: But just one thing stands in my way. My 'friend', Kyle Steel. Kyle, would a friend take another friend's job? No! So I'm not going to go to the office at beg for my job back. Kyle, it's already signed. You and me at One, and the winner gets the right to be WCF's lead commentator!

Kyle stands up, directing his attention at Zach.

Kyle Steel: You want to fight at One, and get yourself humiliated like that? Ha! Fine! It's on. See you then.

Kyle sits back down and Zach laughs to himself.

Zach Davis: Good, good. I'll see you then, buddy. Get ready to be humiliated on the grandest stage of them all.

All In The Suit That You Wear plays again and Zach walks out.

Shannan Lerch: Well.. that was a surprise. Think you can kick his ass?

Kyle Steel: I know I can! Now let's get to those damn matches!

The entranceway fills with smoke and dry ice as Voodoo by Godsmack plays. Erik Majors pops up from out of nowhere, not unlike that of a Marine Sniper or Navy Seal. He methodically walks to the ring. When the lights return, we see a large survival knife stuck in one of the four corner ringposts, to show he means business.

Shannan Lerch: Here's Semper Fi.

Classical music starts. Billy Tilley comes out with one woman on each arm. Before Billy gets in the ring he gets kissed by each of them. He then slides into the ring.

Kyle Steel: Now THAT is how you make an entrance!

Ms. Liberty stands at the top of the ramp with the American flag. Sylk 'The Natural' Walker come running from behind the curtain. Red, white and blue pyro goes off as I Am #1 by Nelly blares from the loud speaker. He is bouncing around, and gets Ms. Liberty to give him a kiss on the cheek. He runs to ringside. He hugs a few fans and hands out small American flags to those at ringside. Ms. Liberty is now in the ring and holding the flag as Sylk removes his shirt and hands it to a young woman in the front row.

Shannan Lerch: That's all the men, let's get it on!

Billy Tilley goes right for Sylk Walker, but Majors grabs him from behind and hits a Reverse DDT.

Kyle Steel: You'd have to think there's a lot of respect among these men. We saw Billy Tilley on Thursday Night, there's something going on with him and Ms. Liberty. And Majors is a former Marine, so you'd THINK he and Sylk Walker would respect each other... but Majors does not like being put in a match like this with a bunch of "curtain jerkers", as he put it.

Shannan Lerch: Yeah, I hope he gets his ass kicked!

Majors and Walker stomp on Tilley, and then pick him up. They kick him in the gut and hit a quick Double Suplex. Billy rolls out of the ring, leaving Majors and Walker in alone. They circle the ring a few times before locking up. Walker gets the advantage, throws Majors to the ropes, and follows up with an Armdrag. Majors gets right back to his feet, runs at Walker again, and this time is met with a Monkeyflip. Majors gets up one more time and runs at Walker again. Walker leapfrogs, Majors runs underneath him, bounces off the other rope, and then hits Walker with a Leatherneck Lariat!

Kyle Steel: The Natural goes down in a heap. Good exchange by both men though.

Majors quickly pins. One... two... Tilley is back in the ring, and he pulls Majors off. He picks him up and hits a Piledriver. Walker is up now, and tackles Tilley, punching him several times. Tilley is eventually able to get out of that, and gets to his feet using the ropes. Walker runs at him, but Tilley hits a Back Bodydrop, and Walker flies over the top rope and tumbles to the outside!

Shannan Lerch: Bad fall by Walker, ouch.

Ms. Liberty checks on The Natural, making sure he's OK. Tilley rolls out of the ring and is about to go on the attack, but Ms. Liberty begs him not to. Majors rolls out of the ring and comes behind Billy, and hits a Back Suplex!

Kyle Steel: Very brutal on the outside, he should have been more careful and not gotten distracted!

Majors picks Tilley up and rolls him back into the ring, and rolls Walker in as well. Majors gets in and picks up Tilley, but Tilley fights back and hits a DDT. He turns around and is met with a Thrust Kick from Walker! The Natural quickly pins him. One... two.... Majors hits an Elbow Drop, breaking it up. Majors picks Walker up and hits a huge Vertical Suplex.

Kyle Steel: Good move. Erik Majors is SO strong.

Majors raises his arms in the air in a quick rush of adrenaline. As the ref checks on Walker, Tilley comes from behind and Low Blows Majors! Majors drops to one knee, and Tilley locks in the Cobra Clutch.

Shannan Lerch: Showing shades of Sgt. Slaughter there.

Majors thrashes around, trying to get out of the hold, but Tilley has it locked in perfectly. Majors lunges towards the ropes, but he's unable to reach them. The ref asks him if he wants to give up, but he keeps saying no.

Kyle Steel: He can't stay in this move much longer.

Suddenly Walker is up. He runs to the top rope, jumps up, and hits a Bodypress on both Tilley and Majors! All three men are down in the middle of the ring, catching their breath.

Shannan Lerch: The Natural sacrificed his body there, but if he hadn't, Majors might have tapped out. It's anyone's match now.

Walker is the first man to his feet, and he picks Majors up, and throws him out of the ring. He then drags Tilley to the center of the ring, jumps up onto the turnbuckle, and flies off. He hits a huge Frogsplash!

Kyle Steel: He calls that The Natural!

This leads to a pin. One... two... three.

Shannan Lerch: Sylk Walker gets the win!

Walker stands up and rolls out of the ring. He and Ms. Liberty head to the back, satisfied.

Get to the Gone by Static X hits, with a very load thrash metal riff and a very long scream by the lead singer of the band. The crowd goes into a frenzy as PC Cradle steps through the curtain. He is shouting, screaming, spitting, and generally acting pissed off. He carries a solid black steel chair to the ring with him. About 2 metres from the ring, he runs and rolls under the bottom rope. The fans sing along to his entrance music in unison. Once in the ring, he drops the chair and runs to the opposite corner of the ring. After climbing to the middle turnbuckle, he raises his arms and crosses them in the air. Then, arms still crosses at the wrists, he makes the metal sign with both hands. When he climbs off the second turnbuckle, he jumps and does a 180 in the air, bringing his arms down at the same time as making a loud bang on the ring mat.

God of Thunder hits and the arena lights dim. The Jumbotron says ''Without Fear'' and Outcast comes out slapping hands at ringside. He slides into the ring and the lights come back on.

Kyle Steel: There is no love lost between these two men. There have been harsh words exchanged all week.

Outcast goes right on the attack, punching Cradle and giving all he has. Outcast then hits a Snapmare and kicks Cradle down to the mat. He stomps on him a few more times, specifically going to the leg. He then locks in the Mind Rager.

Shannan Lerch: Outcast has the move locked in nice and good, in the middle of the ring... but it's way too early in the match.

Cradle yells and tries desperatly to grab onto a rope. He tries every which way but isn't quite able to reach one.

Kyle Steel: It's too early in the match for Cradle to tap, but if his leg is hurt throughout the remainder, it puts him at a severe disadvantage.

Outcast soon releases the hold, and goes back to stomping on Cradle's leg. Cradle yells in pain at each one. Outcast picks him up and goes for the Nail in the Coffin, but Cradle slides behind him and hits a Reverse DDT! Cradle then jumps to the top rope and waits for Outcast to get to his feet before hitting a Diving Leg Lariat. Outcast goes down hard, as does Cradle.

Shannan Lerch: That may have hurt Cradle's already injured leg as much as it did Outcast.

Both men lay on the mat for a few seconds, but Cradle slowly gets to his feet. He grabs Outcast's leg, kicks it a few times, and then locks in the Single Leg Boston Crab!

Kyle Steel: Outcast getting a taste of his own medicine here.

Outcast, too, refuses to tap out. He's not as well placed as Cradle was before, and is able to reach the ropes after a little bit of a struggle. Cradle releases the hold, grabs Outcast's leg, and pulls him to the center of the ring. He then re-applies the submission move!

Shannan Lerch: Cradle has the Single Leg Crab locked in again, and this time Outcast is planted firmly in the middle. Will he tap?

The answer still appears to be no. Noticing this, Cradle stands up and locks Outcast in an Indian Deathlock type position before rearing back and locking Outcast's head in an STF type way. Outcast screams even more, but still refuses to give up.

Kyle Steel: Vicious looking move there.. Outcast can't hold out much longer.

Outcast soon manages to start hitting Cradle in the head a few times, and Cradle eventually releases the hold. He stays on the attack, picking Outcast up, and puts him in position for a Powerbomb. Outcast reverses it into a Back Bodydrop! Cradle stumbles up and Outcast catches him, hitting the Bayou Shot! He quickly makes the cover. One... two... no, Cradle kicks out.

Shannan Lerch: We almost had a winner.

Outcast picks Cradle up and throws him into the turnbuckle. He runs, going for the Sick Twist, but Cradle gets a boot up and hits Outcast right in the face. Cradle then grabs Outcast and hits the Cradlebomb!! He pins, hooking the leg... One. Two. Three!

Kyle Steel: Now we DO have a winner.

Cradle rolls triumphantly out of the ring and heads to the back.

The camera comes into view, the room is black, lit by one small light, showing Defman sitting in a steel chair, to the right is the lone door, nothing else fills the room. Defman has several stitches across his forehead, but a large, sharp smile across his face. He looks to the camera, his eyes glowing with both joy, but brutality as well. His face shows both torment, and happiness in it.

Defman: One. One last chance, for me. One. One match between PC Cradle and myself, that could determine the fate of many, and of WCF. The biggest main event since the Dome, or at least, the biggest possible. Take Defman, in his prime, in the time of the Dome, and before, and then, take PC Cradle, in his current state. A match that millions would die to see. However, PC was right, the flame inside of me is dying… Slowly, water drips onto the still burning ashes of my career.

The smile fades from Defman’s face, it grows to a frown, as he looks away from the camera. In somewhat of a touching, but very rare, and very strange moment, a tear slips down the cheek of Defman. He looks back to the camera, his eyes glazed over, his jaw flexed shut hard. He begins to move his hand up, but stops, leaving the single wet spot on his cheek.

Defman: You see, this match, could be the end of my career. If I lose, not only do I lose my shot at the title, but I retire.

Defman takes a slight pause, wiping his mouth, and holding his jaw for a brief second before continuing.

Defman: Seth, I know your enjoying this, you of all people, you, Trent Hunter, Cradle, maybe even you, all of you in WCF, but Seth, you most of all… But see to this, my WCF career has reached many levels, and I am getting to the point of no return. My limits have been pushed beyond belief, my tolerance for many things beyond shattering point. My body has been beaten, broken, and pushed to limits no human should be faced with. I no longer have what it takes to continually push myself to the level that I bring to the ring. For me, my time is truly running out.

Defman finally reaches up, wiping the tear away, his eyes still glazed over, with a numb tormenting look in them. He stares hard into the camera, looking more fierce then every. His teeth closed together, his lips pulled back slightly.

Defman: My time is running up, everyone knows it. If I somehow manage to beat PC Cradle, who has only gotten better, while I slowly lose it all, I will remain for the match guaranteed to the victor. I will compete in the World Title match at the War 5, and win or lose, I will retire. My dream, since joining WCF has been to win the World Title, but it is slowly getting out of my reach. This is my last chance at it, my last chance for anything, and my last chance for happiness. But most of all, my last shot at a dream, and this is the end, win or lose.

A second tear runs down the cheek of Defman, he lowers his head, not ashamed of the tear, but to pause for a brief moment. He looks back up, his eyes slightly bloodshot, a slight gleam in his eyes, as a smile slowly breaks onto his face.

Defman: Cradle, be ready for war. Bring out your big guns; bring it all out, because this time, I have nothing to lose, and only one thing to gain. This time, is the last time, and this time, it is my time. Come ready, come to win, come to lose, because in the end of this one, there will be blood, there will be tears, and there will be pain, I will see to it.

Defman rolls his shoulders, his eyes showing pain, not only physical from the wear and tear he has accumulated, but also metal pain. He bites his bottom lip, piercing several sharp holes, tiny dots of red blood appearing. He grimaces at it, shaking his head in disgust.

Defman: PC, my apologies to you. I did indeed give up for the tag titles. But what good what they have done? It’s in the past. And PC, you were right, my time is running thin. I am no longer the monster I once was… But I think I can manage enough for one final match… To run at it with you once more.

Defman stands up, walking towards the door of the dark room, he turns the handle, opening the door, and stops, looking back to the camera one final time, the same painful smile is across his face.

Defman: PC, bring your guns already ablaze, because there is no turning back out of this one. This time, it is you and I, I enter with nothing to lose, and everything to gain, this time, it is truly war.

Defman walks out of the room, having cut on of the last promo’s of his long, tedious career, as very quickly, the screen turns bright blue, and then the camera fades out as the door clicks shut. The screen cuts back to the image of Shannan Lerch and Kyle Steel sitting at the ringside booth. Shannon looks absolutely touched, as Kyle looks simply amazed.

Shannan Lerch: It seems that Defman is human after all...

Kyle Steel: Nothing to lose, everything to gain, that says it all.

A tear runs down Shannan's face...

Shannan Lerch: It's time to go to our next match...

The lights go down as the Jumbotron shows nothing but a shadow of a man on a boiler room wall with red lighting. We see the shadow punch and kick to the four sounds that echo throughout the stadium. Shift! CLANG! Lock! BANG! The heavy part of “Back to Mad” rips through the arena. Neo walks out and starts motioning for the crowd to get on their feet! The Jumbotron shows a black screen with green letters saying “New” and followed by white letters saying “End”. The black screen fades to a half-face shot of Neo, who frowns and looks at the audience with those red eyes! Right when this happens the screen of Neo fades out, but the green “N”, white “E” and the red eye that looks like an “O”! When his name finally does appear he’s already in the ring and shoots the eye at the moment the red pyro goes off at the top of the ramp way.

The lights go out as the crowd cheers in anticipation. A few seconds later, "Swinging the Dead" by Devildriver hits, and a white light begins flashing through the darkness. When the song really picks up, about twenty seconds into it, Creeping Death walks out onto the stage, wearing a shiny steel hockey mask. The light continutes to flash as Creeping Death walks down the aisle. When reaching the ring, Creeping Death slides in under the bottom rope. Inside, he gives the whole metal \m/ sign with both hands in the air before he takes his hockey mask off and places it under a set of turnbuckles.

The lights go out as "Tip Your Bartender" by Glassjaw blasts over the PA speakers. Right after the quick guitar into, two pyros go off near the entrance ramp. The lights go back on as Trent Hunter walks down the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and walks over to the middle of the ring with both arms up in the air, and does a slow spin for the fans.

Go To Sleep hits and Reckless Jack comes down to the ring with a lot of pyro.

Kyle Steel: Here are all the men. Emotions are running high, One is only a week away!

Neo starts the match for his team, and Reckless Jack for his. Jack approaches Neo and kicks him to start things off. Neo drops to one knee, and Jack stays on the attack. Neo is soon able to stand up anyway, and fights back, sending Jack reeling. He hits a picture perfect Dropkick, and Jack falls to the ground. Neo makes his way to the top of the turnbuckle.

Shannan Lerch: He's going for the Frogsplash.

Before he can leap off, Trent runs over and pushes him off. Neo flies to the ground and hits the mat, nowhere near Jack. Jack stumbles up and goes back to kicking Neo. He drags Neo to the center of the ring and hits a Standing Shooting Star Legdrop.

Kyle Steel: That's an amazing move, no matter how many times you see it.

Jack picks Neo up and puts his head on the third rope, and chokes him there until the ref makes him stop. He then picks Neo's head up and puts it on the second rope, runs to the other side of the ring, runs back, and goes for the 619! Neo is able to move out of the way, causing Reckless Jack to just swing around. Neo grabs Jack from behind and hits a Backdrop. He then tags in Creeping Death.

Shannan Lerch: This is the match we'll see at One, Creeping Death against Reckless Jack.

Kyle Steel: But it'll be an Ultraviolent Ladder Match then!

Jack tells C.D. to bring it. C.D. goes to get in through the ropes, but instead fakes Jack out and hits a Springboard Missile Dropkick! Jack drops and Creeping Death goes right to attacking, stomping away at his enemy. Once he has Jack subdued, he climbs to the top rope and hits a 450 Splash into pin! The ref makes the count. One... two... kickout.

Shannan Lerch: Jack is hurting, he needs to tag in Hunter.

Kyle Steel: The Neo and Creeping Death tandem is doing good, keeping Jack isolated and not able to tag in the fresh man.

Creeping Death picks Jack up and puts him on his shoulders in the Fireman's Carry position. Jack is able to slide down behind C.D.'s back and spins him around, htiting an X-Factor! Jack and C.D. both lay on the mat, resting.. and Jack is finally able to tag in Trent.

Shannan Lerch: Now the party's starting.

Trent gets into the ring and starts stomping at Creeping Death's leg. He grabs it, picks it up, and then slams it back down onto the mat. He stomps it a few more times, and then slams it down to the mat again. Creeping Death yells in pain, and Trent just laughs. He taunts to Neo, who tries to get into the ring, but the ref stops him. Trent picks Creeping Death up and goes for a Powerbomb, but as he picks him up Creeping Death slides down and rolls him up!! The crowd roars as the ref counts. ONE! TWO! No, kickout. The crowd groans.

Kyle Steel: That would have been a HUGE upset!

Both Trent and Creeping Death are on their feet, and Trent is obviously angered. They both run at each other, but Trent hits the Kitchen Sink maneuver, sending Creeping Death to the mat clutching his stomach. C.D. crawls to Neo, going to make the tag, and Trent just lets him. Right as C.D. is about to reach and actually touch Neo's hand... Trent grabs the leg and pulls him away, laughing. C.D. slowly hops to his feet, Trent still holding his leg, and hits an Enziguri! Trent drops to the mat, and C.D. then lunges, tagging in Neo!

Shannan Lerch: HERE WE GO!

Kyle Steel: TRENT HUNTER AND NEO!

Neo simply waits for Hunter to stand, and he somewhat quickly does. The two men stare each other face to face, eye to eye... and Hunter raises his arm in the air, symbolizing he wants to engage in a test of strength.

Shannan Lerch: Can Hunter really beat Neo like that?

Kyle Steel: No, it's just a ploy to get Neo in so Trent can start attacking.

Neo cautiously raises his hand, about to take Trent's... and Neo instead kicks Trent in the gut!! The crowd cheers as Neo then throws Trent into the turnbuckle and starts punching him furiously!

Shannan Lerch: That wasn't fair!

Kyle Steel: Sure it was! Trent would have done the same thing, Neo was thinking!

Neo climbs the turnbuckle while Trent is there, and starts punching him as the crowd counts along. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!... he's about to go for one more, but Trent grabs him and hits an Atomic Drop. Trent then runs back and goes for a Lariat, but Neo ducks and hits an Implant DDT! He quickly makes the pin.

One...

Two...

Trent kicks out.

Neo picks Trent up, and tags in Creeping Death. Neo hits a Backbreaker as Creeping Death flies off the top and hits a Guillotine Legdrop. C.D. picks Trent up and throws him to the turnbuckle, and lifts him up. C.D. then climbs up with him, and soon both men are standing...

Shannan Lerch: This is pretty dangerous, either man could take the spill.

Creeping Death puts Trent's arm around him, in position for some kind of Superplex. But Trent fights back, punching C.D.'s side a few times, and then pushes him off! C.D. hits the mat hard, and Trent flies off with the Full Moon! He pins.

One.

Two.

Neo is in the ring...

Three. Neo didn't reach Trent fast enough.

Kyle Steel: There you have it. Trent Hunter has the advantage going into One, as does Reckless Jack in his fight against Creeping Death.

Trent stands up, and comes face to face and toe to toe with Neo. The two stare each other down, neither flinching, neither making a move.

Shannan Lerch: One of the most intense rivalries we've ever had in WCF comes to a head at One.. don't miss it fans! We'll see you there!

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