Slam Intro
Mikami/Steve Carr Segment
D-Day vs Anastasia Petrova
XIII Announcement
Alex Jones vs Ryan Daniels vs Doc Henry
Television Title: Steve Carr vs Jay Price
Slikie T/Torture Contract Signing
Kevin Hardaway vs Ace Slaughter vs Hector Rodriguez
Slickie T vs Johnny Reb

Slam Intro

Kids by MGMT hits and Slam is on the air! The fans roar and hold up their butthurt signs as we go to the announcers!

Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! We have two huge events looming... XIII... and One.

Shannan Lerch: That's right, Zach. We'll have another God forsaken XIII show on Friday the 13th of this month, but in December we have One.

Zach Davis: And tonight we have a match that, had things gone a little differently, could have easily main evented One. Slickie T versus Johnny Reb.

Shannan Lerch: This is an epic encounter if I've ever seen one. And Slickie T will decide his fate: he'll either sign his contract to face Torture at One... or refuse, and join the ToT.

Zach Davis: After that Tag Title debacle, I'll be happy to see it resolved. I'm not sure who the Tag Champions even are - Torture and Slickie T? Torture and.. Seth Lerch? Just Torture by himself?

Shannan Lerch: And speaking of One, we have a big hardcore triple threat to determine who will face Greenfever at One. Either Kevin Hardaway, former GWC World Champion, former Hardcore Champion Ace Slaughter, or the Mexican Machine Hector Rodriguez will win the shot at our biggest stage.

Zach Davis: In our lone Title match tonight, we'll see Steve Carr challenge Jay Price for the Television belt. Carr and Mad have destroyed some of Price's belongings in their brawling recently, and Price doesn't really like that.

Shannan Lerch: Not to mention that Mikami has it out for Carr, as evidenced by his attack at Helloween. If Mikami is gunning for you. I believe the whole ToT is.

Zach Davis: We have another triple threat, with Alex Jones versus Ryan Daniels vs Doc Henry. Each man represents a group, in a way: Jones and the Big Time Jerks, Daniels and the ToT, and Henry represents the opposition to the ToT.

Shannan Lerch: And in our opener, we'll see Anastasia Petrova face D-Day! Let's get to it!

Mikami/Steve Carr Segment

"Unholy Confessions" plays and the crowd boos.

Zach Davis: Here comes Mikami, no doubt to explain his actions against Steve Carr last week.

Shannan Lerch: What's there to explain? He hit him in the face. We've all wanted to hit him in the face at some point.

Zach Davis: Weren't you saying last week what a great legend Steve Carr is?

Shannan Lerch: Being a legend and having a face that people want to hit are not mutually exclusive.

Zach Davis: Sigh. Mikami is in the ring now, let's just hear what he has to say.

Mikami: I want to make perfectly clear before I start that I am not explaining myself to appease all you worthless people in the seats tonight. I could not care less what you think of me.


Mikami: But Steve Carr needs to know why I did what I did. I broke his nose because as long as he is here, I will never get the credit that I deserve. As long as Steve Carr is here, I will always be in his shadow. I will be seen as merely his student. I will not stand for that. Carr, you are not welcome here. Go home, or else you will get a lot more of what you received last week.

The crowd boos more, until Steve Carr walks out from the back with a microphone. Yay!

Steve Carr: First of all, I don't know when you decided that you're a doctor now, but you didn't break my nose. If you broke my nose, then I wouldn't even be here today, let alone to face Jay Price. Which just goes to show that you know absolutely nothing.

Shannan Lerch: Oh snap.

Steve Carr: You don't know what it feels like to have a broken nose. You don't know how long that sort of thing takes to heal. You've never tried to fight through a separated shoulder. You don't know what it's like to be a walking mess of broken bones and scars. I could go on and on, but my point is, if the worst you can give me is a bloody nose, bring it.

The crowd cheers. Mikami looks unamused.

Steve Carr: Don't get me wrong, I don't have some great desire to fight you. In fact, I was going to leave after last week. I figured that after what I pulled with Rick Mad, I would be suspended at least. But I didn't care, because I was going to leave anyway. I took care of my business with Mad. I was done. And then you hit me with a knee to the face, completely by surprise, after a match that left me barely able to walk.

Zach Davis: When he puts it that way, it's easy to see why he stuck around.

Steve Carr: But you know what, even that wasn't enough to get me to stay. I don't need revenge for that. That was nothing after what Rick Mad did. So I figured, well, after how brutal that much was, I need to rest up a bit. So I'll stick around and do that. Then I'll follow WCF to their show next week, say goodbye to some of the guys, and leave. But then I found out I was booked to fight Jay Price.


Steve Carr: And you know what? He deserves this match. Rick and I wrecked a lot of his stuff. I'd argue it's not really my fault, but somebody has to pay, and Rick is going to be on the shelf for a while after that match.

Zach Davis: That's right, Rick Mad is out of commission for now. We see these guys do this stuff week in and week out, and we forget the toll it has on their bodies.

Shannan Lerch: It's amazing that Carr is going to fight tonight. What a warrior!

Zach Davis: This isn't really any of my business, but are you bipolar?

Shannan Lerch: Not officially, no.

Steve Carr: And I'm glad I got put in that match, because tonight I get to come out here and listen to this garbage come out of your mouth. Now like I said, I wanted to leave. And it sounds like you want me to leave, but you know what? You don't really want me to leave. Not if you feel like you're always going to be stuck in my shadow. In that case, you definitely do not want me to leave.

Mikami: And why is that?

Steve Carr: My leaving will not stop the whispers that you think you're hearing. Just because I won't be in the spotlight, that doesn't mean the comparisons will stop. You'll still be my protege. You'll still be the one who only got his shot at the big time because of me. You'll still be the one I taught ALMOST everything I know. And you'll still be the guy who could never beat me.

At that, Mikami becomes enraged.

Mikami: I do not care about any of that! I just want you gone! You are dead to me! Dead!

Steve Carr: Really? Dead to you?

Mikami: Dead! Get out of WCF, old man!

Steve Carr: Old man? I'm 32.

Mikami: No, you're 34.

Shocked whispers throughout the crowd.

Shannan Lerch: What a bombshell!

Zach Davis: Not really.


Mikami: Nobody. I just noticed the discrepancies in--

Steve Carr: You know what, never mind. I'm not old, but even if I were, I could still beat you any day of the week.

Mikami: I told you, I do not care.

Steve Carr: You care if it gets me to leave.

Mikami: What?

Steve Carr: We'll have a Loser Leaves Town match. You and me, one on one.

Mikami: I changed my mind.

Steve Carr: I'm sorry?

Mikami: I said you are dead to me, so I want you to act like it. When I beat you, you do not just leave WCF. You go back to being invisible. As far as the world is concerned, you disappear. No media appearances. No legal or civil case against Rick Mad. Just play dead.

Steve Carr: Where is all this coming from all of a sudden? What did I do to you?

Mikami: You represent my old life. Everything from that time needs to be destroyed.

Carr stops to think.

Steve Carr: Dead to you, huh?

Mikami: Dead to me.

Steve Carr: Alright then. You just made this a Casket Match. If you lose, you leave WCF. And I lose, the last time anyone ever sees me is falling into a casket.

Shannan Lerch: Ew.

Mikami: While we are dealing in symbolism, the match should be at XIII. The show which only exists because of your past failures.

Steve Carr:

Zach Davis: Steve Carr has just decided to risk his entire life on one match. Incredible.

Steve Carr: Oh, and by the way, if you're even thinking of having any of your ToT buddies interfere in that match...

Mikami: No, of course not, I would not--

Steve Carr: Go for it. Bring an army if you want.

With that, Carr disappears behind the curtain.

Shannan Lerch: I can't come up with any words to express what just happened here.

Zach Davis: Arguably the highest stakes ever seen in any professional sporting event.

Shannan Lerch: I came up with a word. Ridonkulous.

Zach Davis: Thanks, Shannan. Good work there.

Shannan Lerch: I try.

D-Day vs Anastasia Petrova

Dead and Gone by T.I. ft Justin Timberlake plays in the speakers. The lights are dim.The lights flash on to D-Day walking out to the top of the ramp and falls on his knees and throws his arms in the air, as soon as he throws them in the air fire works go off and surround him. The screen shows all of D-Day moments of his dead and forgotten special move. As also the screen shows a ring then the words in white and in cursive, the words D-Day. When D-Day get in the ring he raises his hands to his name on the screen.

Zach Davis: Here is D-Day! He's been a force in WCF for the last several months and definitely would love to get the win over the former Television Champion.

Na Rasputye by Kipelov plays and the lights turn red as Anastasia Petrova prances about the stage. She goes to the ring and says hi to the fans and blows them kisses while shaking her booty!

Shannan Lerch: And here comes Anastasia Petrova. She's had a rough time lately, but denied Price in his quest to get her as his valet. Good for her.

The bell rings. D-Day and Petrova tie up. D-Day gets the early strength advantage and throws Petrova to the ropes. As she comes back, he kicks her in the gut and then hits a Neckbreaker. He stomps her a few times after that.

Zach Davis: D-Day, very aggressive right out of the bell here.

D-Day continues to stomp Petrova, and then pulls her in front of the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top..

Shannan Lerch: D-Day going high risk!

..and flies off with a Frog Splash, but Petrova rolls out of the way! D-Day hits nothing but mat! Petrova gets to her feet and hits D-Day with a Headbutt. D-Day reels back and Petrova hits him with another! This time D-Day lands in the corner and she hits several knife edge chops!

Zach Davis: Petrova being aggressive now!

Shannan Lerch: Isn't that what you like in a woman, Zach?

Zach Davis: Not THAT aggressive!

Petrova pulls D-Day out of the corner now and throws him to the ropes before hitting a Drop Toehold, setting him up for the 619! The crowd pops as she runs and is about to hit the move, but D-Day moves away at the last second. Petrova ends up standing on the apron, and D-Day hits her with a huge Dropkick, sending her flying and hitting her back on the guardrail! She falls down in pain, holding it.

Shannan Lerch: Uh oh! She hit her back pretty hard.

D-Day steps out of the ring and down to the outside. He picks Petrova up and throws her to the ring steps, and she again hits her back hard. D-Day grabs her and rolls her back into the ring.

Zach Davis: With those rather large.. um.. pectoral muscles.. Petrova probably has back problems as it is. Now her back got even MORE hurt in this match, and I think D-Day smells blood.

Indeed, D-Day picks Petrova up and hits a Backbreaker! Petrova yells in pain. D-Day quickly pins her, hooking the leg.



No! Petrova kicks out! But as she kicks out, a look of pain crosses her face.

Shannan Lerch: Took a lot of strength to kick out there.

D-Day picks Petrova up and goes to Suplex her, but Petrova shifts her weight and lands behind him. D-Day turns but Petrova is ready for it, she hits the Rasputin out of nowhere! The crowd roars as she pins D-Day!

Zach Davis: This is it!



NO! D-Day kicks out!

Shannan Lerch: I thought she had it there!

Petrova sits up, breathing heavy, holding her back. And all of a sudden, a man runs out from the crowd.

Zach Davis: Who is this-

Well, the "man" isn't much of a man at all. Its actually a dude in a hot dog suit. And this dude in a hot dog suit is throwing buns at Anastasia Petrova.

Shannan Lerch: What is going on here!?

Zach Davis: That is WCF's newest acquisition, the Hotdog Mascot!

Petrova stands up, yelling at the Mascot, looking angry. D-Day rolls her up from behind!




Shannan Lerch: D-Day gets the win!

D-Day gets his arm raised, soaking in the victory, before leaving. Petrova is up, incredulous. The Hotdog Mascot has a mic.

Zach Davis: What, we're going to hear him speak?

Hotdog Mascot: Anastasia Petrova, next week, you and me one on one... IN A BUNS OF STEEL MATCH! Whoever has the better buns.. WINS!

The Hotdog Mascot throws down the mic as Petrova mouths "What the fuck does that means?" The Mascot leaves as Petrova is still a little confused.

XIII Announcement

Machine Head's cover of Iron Maiden's Hallowed Be Thy Name hits.

Zach Davis: Well... business is about to pick up, as they say.

The lights go out and the crowd is on their feet as a single spotlight lights the entryway.

Shannan Lerch: To those of you who don't know, several years ago Creeping Death defeated Steve Carr to win the right to make three wishes, which Carr, who was in power at the time, had to grant. One of his wishes was for his own show every Friday the 13th which he had complete control over.

Zach Davis: And you've hated it ever since.

Shannan Lerch: Correct.

And finally, a figure steps out from the back.

Zach Davis: Oh no-

Seth Lerch is standing on the entryway, wearing a Creeping Death mask. He takes it off, revealing a huge grin on his face.

Shannan Lerch: HAHA!

Zach Davis: I don't believe this.

The crowd instantly begins booing. The lights come back to normal, and Seth has a mic.

Seth Lerch: Guess I'm not who you were expecting.

Booing. Not only that, but Anthrax, Mikami, Ryan Daniels and Jay Price have all joined Seth on stage. The crowd is booing even more at the sight of them.

Seth Lerch: However, I'm going to give you exactly what we advertised: an announcement about XIII! Don't fret, children. XIII WILL take place this Friday the 13th. And it will be the best XIII of all time, I can guarantee that.

Zach Davis: Is he saying what I think he's saying?..

Seth Lerch: Because this XIII... it won't be "Creeping Death Presents: XIII," oh no. It's going to be... "THE TEAM OF TORTURE PRESENTS: XIII!"

Massive booing for that announcement.

Shannan Lerch: Hahaha! This is great.

Zach Davis: Guess the ToT just enjoys urinating on legacies. The Team of Treachery, and now Creeping Death's XIII.

Seth Lerch: What a brilliant idea. At first I thought we'd just be skipping XIII, but then we thought of this idea, us presenting it in the ToT's image. A show to showcase us, a show to showcase the ToT... a show to showcase Torture! As such, it'll take place in Torture's home state of California!


Seth Lerch: And we already have our first match, a casket match between Mikami and Steve Carr.

Crowd cheers.. they've been wanting to see that one.

Seth Lerch: We're going to put an end to Steve Carr once and for all, that's for sure. Now, with this extra show, and One coming up and everything, I've had to admit something to myself: I'm only one man. I've been running myself ragged with all this work, and truthfully, I had to admit to myself... I can't do it by myself.

Murmurs from the crowd.

Seth Lerch: So I've taken steps to recruit a new staff member for WCF. He'll have the power to book and make decisions, and his first official day at work will be next week at Slam. We've had our differences in the past, to say the least, but we've reached a mutual respect for one another and we finally see eye to eye...

Zach Davis: Who is this?

Shannan Lerch: I have no idea who it could be, Zach.

Seth Lerch: WCF fans, say hello to ..... BRAD KANE!!

A.F.I.'s "Totalimmortal" begins to play, the crowd booing like crazy as Brad Kane steps out from the back in a suit. A grin is on his face while he steps out onto the stage.

Zach Davis: I don't believe this... I just don't!

Shannan Lerch: He's finally seen the light Zach. Hooray for Brad Kane~!

He shakes Seth's hand before getting a microphone of his own.

Brad Kane: Oh my brothers I have seen the light and the light happens to be named the Team of Torture.

Yeah, that gets booed.

Brad Kane: All these years I spent fighting people like Seth and Torture only to wake up and finally realize that I was the losing side with people like Logan.

Nice pop for him.

Brad Kane: That idiot moron Creeping Death.

Another pop.

Brad Kane: Even some of these new people who have the nerve to go against the Team of Torture. The sooner everyone realizes this is the winning side, WCF can finally attain a perfect tone. A near perfect place where everyone is friendly and just wrestles for the thrill and the money. Not because they hate someone. I'll admit there was a time in my life where I wanted people like Seth and Torture to go into a giant hole and die.

The crowd wishes Brad Kane was like that right now.

Brad Kane: But since I've retired from active competition, I've become a different person. So Seth, everyone else on this stage and even you Torture, thank you for the chance to join this wonderful team. Seth, I look forward to working with you, sir.

Brad grins again before shaking Seth Lerch's hand again much to the chagrin of the crowd. Crawl by Kings of Leon plays as both men exit the ring and head to the back.

Zach Davis: I really don't understand this, but... WCF has a new man on the staff, and he is Brad Kane.

Alex Jones vs Ryan Daniels vs Doc Henry

Zach Davis: Next up we have ourselves a little three way match.

The arena lights fade down and smoke fills the entrance way as sounds of a machine gun go off and the jumbotron reads "Ya'll done FUCKED UP!" in red as "Bow Down" by Westside Connection starts playing. Out walks Alex Jones followed by the Big Time Jerks.

Shannan Lerch: First up we have Alex Jones and it looks like he's bringing his friends out for some back up.

Zach Davis: Back up? This man doesn't need back up Shannan, the Jerks are only here to match this match up close.

The Big Time Jerks each grab a chair and set them up ringside before taking a seat.

Voice: Welcome to Hollywood, may all your dreams come true

The suspenceful tone of the intro plays as the violins set the lets to flicker red.


Guitars hits and the crowd is on their feet and pyro rains down on the entrance ramp and Ryan Daniels emerges from the back with a random T-shirt on, followed soon by Mikami. He stands underneath the pyro, his head bowed as the intro continues to play. After it finishes the pyro stops and Ryan walks down the ramp with Mikami right behind him.

This is a wake up call
To all who their eyes
This is our hope,
Hopeless beaten strife

HE stops at the middle and starts to hop up and down, getting himself hyped up and ready for his match.

You kill the messenger not to hear it
It doesn't mean it never happened
It doesn't mean it never happened

He runs up the ring steps and slingshots into the ring. HE runs up the turnbuckles and stop, one foot on the top buckle and the other on the second he points out tot he crowd, mouthing the chorus to the song.

"This is our mission
statement to go show the world
We must survive"

HE hops off the turnbuckle and removes his shirt as the music starts to fade out. Mikami grabs a nearby folding chair and sits on it at ringside.

Lights dim, to an orange glow as if at sunrise, as music starts.

Zach Davis: And ToT member Ryan Daniels seems to have also brought someone out with him, his stablemate Mikami.

With the main guitar riff, Doc enters the arena in a light haze along with Johnny Reb.

As lyrics start, he slowly raises his head looking into the ring, raising his hands up for a slow pop. Lights fade up as he does this.

I wake up in the morning
And I raise my weary head
I got an old coat for a pillow
And the earth was last nights bed

Doc proceeds to the ring high fiving the crowd. Johnny Reb follows suit, slapping the occasional fans hand.

Only God knows where Ive been
Im a devil on the run
A six gun lover
A candle in the wind

Walking up the steps and ducks under the top rope. Pumping his fists and getting the crowd riled, he fist pumps facing all four sides.

When youre brought into this world
They say youre born in sin
Well at least they gave me something
I didnt have to steal or have to win
Well they tell me that Im wanted
Yeah Im a wanted man

Gallantly removes hat and saddle coat before extinguishing cigarette on ring post.

Im colt in your stable
Im what cain was to abel
Mister catch me if you can
Im going down in a blaze of glory...

Shannan Lerch: And our final competitor of this match is Doc Henry and he has also brought some back up in Johnny Reb.

Reb also grabs a chair and takes a seat ringside.

Zach Davis: And it seems everyone wants a good view of this match.

Inside of the ring the referee looks around at all the wrestlers sitting ringside and then at the three inside of the ring. He shakes his head, seemingly unamused by all the potential for chaos, and then signals for the bell to start the match. Henry and Jones immediately charge at Ryan Daniels and begin to the double team.

Shannan Lerch: And right off the bat it seems like there is an anti-ToT alliance in the ring.

Henry has Daniels from behind in a full nelson and Alex Jones is hammering away at his body. Jones steps back and Henry nails Daniels with a full nelson slam.

Zach Davis: And the double team is working quite well.

Henry quickly goes for a pin but Jones breaks it up before the referee can even go down to start the count.

Shannan Lerch: And there goes the teamwork.

Henry stands up and he and Jones begin jawing at each other. Jones apparently is pissed that Henry is trying to get the win, and Henry is pissed that Jones is getting in his way. Jones slaps Henry in the mouth and Henry responds with a right punch to the head. The two men begin trading shots in the center of the ring as Daniels smartly rolls out of the ring. The referee's attention is strictly on Henry and Jones and hasn't even taken notice to Daniels not being in the ring, so no count out is being done.

Zach Davis: Daniels catching a break for a few moments, looks like he's trying to let the other two comptetitors wear themselves out first.

Henry and Jones are still trading shots in the ring and Henry begins to take advantage. Henry locks it up with Jones and whips him into the ropes. Jones bounces back and runs straight into a clothesline that drops him to the mat. Outside of the ring Daniels seems to be hiding out of the referee's sight and is still being unnoticed. The Big Time Jerks and Johnny Reb are shown on camera, each looking pissed at Daniels. Back in the ring Henry has Jones in a headlock but Jones nails Henry with an elbow to the stomach. Henry stumbles back and Jones whips him into the corner. Jones begins chopping at the body of Henry. The referee has finally noticed that Daniels is outside of the ring and walks over to the ropes and beings counting. Jones grabs Doc by the head and drags him out to the center of the ring. Jones goes for a suplex but Doc blocks it and pushes Jones off of him....and right into the referee. The ref is knocked over the top rope and crashes to the floor below.

Shannan Lerch: This can't be good.

Daniels looks at the referee on the ground and then over at Mikami and both men nod. Mikami and Daniels rush the ring and begin attacking Jones and Henry. Reb slides into the ring to save Henry and the Big Time Jerks do the same for Alex Jones. Jones and The BTJ have Daniels in one corner and are stomping away at him. On the other side of the ring Reb and Henry nail a double suplex on Mikami before they begin to stomp away at him.

Zach Davis: And this match has quickly become a ToT beatdown and...

From the crowd Anthrax rushes over the barrier with a chair in hand.

Zach Davis: And you had to know that the ToT would take advantage of this type of opportunity.

Anthrax hits the ring and nails Henry and Reb with the chair. Anthrax turns towards Jones but is hit with a double dropkick to the face by the BTJ. The Jerks grab hold of Anthrax and throw him out of the ring and then exit themselves. Mikami has slowly gotten to his feet behind Jones, who has turned his attention once more to Daniels. As Jones goes to pick Daniels, Mikami sneaks up from behind and hits him with a low blow. Daniels grabs Jones by the head and hits a vicious DDT. Mikami goes over and kicks Reb and Henry repeatedly before pushing them out of the ring with his foot. Mikami then exits the ring and heads towards the referee to wake him up but Reb appears out of nowhere, chair in hand, and blasts him in the skull. Reb then goes to Doc and tries to revive him but Doc appears to be out of it from the chair shot. Reb helps Doc up to his feet and begins shaking him, trying to get him focused on the match once again. The BTJ have Anthrax up against the security barrier and are taking turns chopping him on the chest. Adams and Young then each grab one of Anthrax's legs and then flip him over the security barrier. Back inside of the ring Daniels has Jones in the corner and is hitting him repeatedly with punches to the head. Daniels pulls Jones out to the center of the ring and whips him into the ropes. Jones bounces off and Daniels executes a drop toe hold followed up by a leg drop to the back of the head. The BTJ rush the ring behind Daniels and each hit him from behind with a chop block to the knees. Daniels crumples to the ground and the BTJ begin stomping away at his body before Jones gets up and joins in. Reb and Doc enter the ring and join in, making it a five on one attack on Daniels. Anthrax slides over top of the security barrier and joins Mikami on the floor outside of the ring. Both men see what is going on inside of the ring and see the chairs nearby them. They both grab a chair and slide into the ring, swinging wildly at anyone non-ToT. Anthrax and Mikami manage to connect with the heads of Reb and the BTJ but miss Doc Henry and end up hitting Daniels.

Shannan Lerch: Oh and Mikami accidently hits his own stablemate and Daniels looks like he is out cold from that shot to the skull.

Henry dropkicks Mikami over the top rope. Anthrax goes to hit Doc again but Doc ducks it and the chair bounces off of the top rope and back into Anthrax's face. Doc grabs Anthrax and throws him over the top rope before turning his attention back to the ring. Outside of the ring the referee has finally recovered and is surveying the carnage outside of the ring. The BTJ, Reb and Mikami are all lying in heaps and the referee seems confused as all hell about what happened. Inside the ring a tired looking Doc Henry is standing over the bodies of Alex Jones and Ryan Daniels. The referee gets back into the ring and Doc climbs up to the top...

Zach Davis: All-In!

Doc just hit a Shooting Star Press, and into a pin!




Shannan Lerch: Doc Henry gets the win!

Henry stands up and gets his arm raised in the air by the ref. Reb joins Doc in the ring and raises his arm as well. The two leave the ring as the Big Time Jerks and Mikami and Daniels look on.

Steve Carr vs Jay Price

Shannan Lerch: Next up we have a Television Championship match for you.

Inside of the ring WCF ring announcer Kyle Steel is holding a microphone.

Kyle Steel: The following match is one fall and it is for the WCF Television Championship.

The lights go out and "You Wouldn't Know" by Hellyeah plays. Red spotlights shine on the entrance as Steve Carr walks out and raises his arms. The spotlights follow him as he walks down to the ring giving high-fives to the fans. He climbs up the stairs, steps over the ropes and the house lights come back on.

Zach Davis: First up we have "The Ultimate" Steve Carr, WCF veteran and apparently an ameteur demolition man. Carr, for those of you who haven't heard, along with Rick Mad recently broke down the door to Jay Price's locker room, further adding to the list of his property that they have damaged.

Shannan Lerch: Let's not forget Price's classic 1972 Pinto.

The lights in the arena all go out except for two spotlights shining in the ring. The spotlights pan out into the crowd and begin circling the people in attendence as they all stand up and begin booing.

The spotlights go out and blasts of red and white pyro go off from the ends of the stage. The spotlights come back on, this time focused on the center of the stage as Lloyd Banks "Lights, Camera, Packin" begins blasting out of the arena's PA system. The big screen is still black but the word Kiladelphia, written in bold white letters, begins fading in and out. One more blast of red and white pyro go off at the ends of the stage as silver sparks rain down on the center. Jay Price steps out from behind the falling sparks with his head down, both spotlights now focused on him. He's dressed in his ring attire, consisting of red wrestling boots with black laces and black shorts. His Television title belt is wrapped around his waist and both of his hands are resting on the face plate just above where his name is engraved. The big screen is now showing various moments from Price's career, including his win over Anastasia Petrova where he won the TV Title, the moment at WAR where he stood proudly alongside Torture after aligning himself with the ToT, and various instances of him hitting the Busted Grill and Kiladelphia Driver.

Price stands at the top of the ramp as the crowd begins booing him and chanting random obscenities at him, but he shows no signs of caring what they think. The lights at this time are still out as both spotlights continue to shine on him. He lifts his head and stares down his opponent with a smirk on his face. He takes the belt off of his waist and places it over his right shoulder as he begins to walk down the ramp slowly, taking his time to make the opponent wait on him. As he makes his way to the ring steps the crowds booing intensifies because he is taking his time, but he doesn't give a shit. He finally makes his way into the ring where he holds the title belt high above his head for everyone to see, closing his eyes as he seems to soak in the boos that are raining down on him. Finally he hands the belt off to the referee and steps back towards his corner. Once he reaches his corner the spotlights that were shining on him go out and the arena's lights come back on. Price will then begin waiting for the match to begin with a confident, yet arrogant, smirk on his face.

Zach Davis: And the WCF Television Champion Jay Price, apparently a very protective man when it comes to his hair spray and locker room doors.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first the challenger. From Tampa Florida, weighing in at 275 pounds and standing at 6 feet eleven inches, he is "The Ultimate" Steve Carr.

Big pop from the crowd and Carr raises his arms in respect.

Kyle Steel: Introducing next the champion. From Philadelphia Pennsylvania, weighing in tonight at 235 pounds and standing at 6 feet 3 inches, he is the Wrestling Championship Federation Television Champion, he is "The South Street Menace" Jay Price.

Crowd was booing loudly at the start of the introduction and only got louder as it went on. Price walks over to the corner, belt in hand, and climbs up the turnbuckle. He reaches the top and holds the belt high up in his left hand while pointing at it with his right. He then begins flipping off the crowd and yelling obscenities at them showing no respect at all for the children in attendence.

Zach Davis: Such a damn asshole. How can someone so talented be so rude to the fans? Is it really neccessary to be such an ass?

Shannan Lerch: Such an ass that is. I'd like to just...

Zach Davis: Shannan pull yourself together we have a job to do.

Price hops off the turnbuckle and hands the belt off to the referee. The referee holds the belt up high for everyone to see and then hands it off to another official before signaling for the match to start. The bell rings and both men begin to circle the ring sizing up each other.

Zach Davis: This match will be a classic example of power versus skill. Carr has the size and strength advantage so Price will need to rely on his technical abilities to bring the big man down to his level.

Shannan Lerch: But don't count out Price's strength either. And Carr, he's known for his technical skills as well. I think this match will be more about Price's speed versus Carr's overall size.

Carr moves in quickly towards Price but Price dodges him and moves to the other side of the ring. The crowd boos Price for chickening out and even Carr seems to be laughing. Price looks around and nods his head before looking back at Carr. Price moves right up in front of Carr and raises his hands to do a test of strength. Carr looks at him like he is insane.

Zach Davis: Is he serious?

Carr obliges and the two lock up. Price looks to be holding his end but Carr is still smiling. Suddenly Carr looks Price dead in the eyes and the smile fades. Carr begins to apply more pressure and quickly takes advantage. Price tries to fight back but to no avail. Out of desperation Price raises his foot and brings it down on the right knee of Carr. Carr seems to be uneffected and Price tries it again. Still no sign of anything from Carr. Price begins moving himself around the ring until he is blocking the ref's view. Once the ref can't see clearly Price raises his foot once again to hit Carr in the knee...but instead kicks him right in the groin. The ref didn't see it and the match continues.

Shannan Lerch: A blatant low blow but Price smartly blocked the ref's view with his own body.

Carr is wobbling around the ring holding onto the ropes and his groin and Price takes advantage. He walks up behind Carr and begins striking him with forearms to the back and the back of the head. Price grabs Carr and lifts his head up before slapping him right across the face. Carr stands up straight and looks pissed as all hell. Price slaps him again but Carr shows no effect. Price goes for a third slap but Carr blocks it and hits Price with a punch to the face. Carr moves quickly and locks Price up with a headlock. Price tries repeatedly to get out of the move but can't power out of it. Price then stomps down on Carr's foot before elbowing him in the stomache causing Carr to release the hold. Price then moves away from Carr's reach and appears to be slightly concerned as he stands in the corner.

Zach Davis: And Price looking for the first time like he may be genuinely worried about his title.

Carr runs at Price but Price rolls out of the way and Carr runs directly into the corner. Carr stumbles backwards and Price hits him with a chop block to the right knee.

Shannan Lerch: Again attacking the knee of Carr. Price using his brain to bring the big man down.

Price stands over the leg of Carr and lands a carefully placed stomp on the back of the right kneecap followed by a second and third. Carr is writhing in pain as Price moves in and locks in an elevated kneebar. The referee checks with Carr but Carr is refusing to quit at this point in the match. Price increases the pressure on the knee but Carr begins thrashing out wildly at the ropes which are meer inches away. Price sees how close Carr is and tries to drag him out to the center of the ring but Carr sees his opening and uses the rookies lack of ring experience in his favor and escapes the hold. Price seems madder at himself than anything for letting it happen and begins shouting out at himself.

Zach Davis: Price is really starting to scare me with his temper these days. Do you think the rumors of him being bi-polar are true?

Shannan Lerch: It wouldn't shock me.

Carr goes for a lock up once again and this time Price obliges. Price tries to stomp at Carr's knee again but Carr blocks it and nails Price in the stomach with a knee. Carr then levels Price with a forearm to the back followed by a european uppercut. Price spins around and leaves his back exposed to Carr who quickly locks in a sleeper hold.

Zach Davis: Another rookie mistake by Price. What's happening to the champ, usually he's so on top of his game?

Price repeatedly tries to break the hold but Carr has it locked in tight. Price spots the corner and pushes his way towards it. Price runs backwards and smashes Carr's back into the turnbuckle. Carr releases the hold and Price begins chopping at the chest of Carr. Price pulls Carr out of the corner and kicks him in the stomache before pulling him in for a suplex.

Shannan Lerch: What? Carr is too big for Price, he can't do this.

Price takes a quick breath and lifts Carr straight up and holds him there. The blood in Carr's body begins rushing to his head as Price keeps him up there for several seconds before finally slamming him down.

Zach Davis: Dear god the strength of Price.

Price goes for the pin.



T..No a kickout by Carr and Price once again looks pissed as fuck. Price grabs Carr by the head and picks him up roughly. Price begins kicking at the right knee of Carr once again and Carr's knee finally gives as he drops to one knee. Price kicks Carr straight in the chest followed up by another to the back. Carr is on his hands and knees and Price waists no time in going for the Hit and Run. Price bounces off of the ropes and charges straight at Carr and hits him in the side of the head with a stiff kick. Carr drops to the ground and Price once again goes for the pin.



Thr..No a kickout at the last second by Carr. Price rolls off looking shocked at the fact that Carr was able to kick out. Price gets to his feet and goes to grab Carr but Carr counters with a shot to Price's head that sends him back. Carr gets to his feet and follows up with a knee to the stomach of Price. Carr then grabs Price and pulls him in for a powerbomb. Carr lifts Price up but Price drops off and lands behind Carr. Price turns and delievers a straight kick to the right knee of Carr dropping him down once again to one knee. Price runs to the ropes and bounces off before pulling off a flip over neckbreaker. Price waits patiently as Carr begins to stir and when gets back to his hands and knees again Price charges for a second hit and run. Carr moves at the last second and Price goes right by him. Carr goes to stand up but his knee seemingly buckles under him once again and Price sees it and a sick smile comes to his face.

Zach Davis: Price sees the weakness and you know that's like a shark sensing blood in the water.

Price moves in with a kick to back that sends Carr down to the mat on his stomache. Price begins to methodically stomp the back of the right knee repeatedly as Carr screams in pain. The referee gets in between the two and backs Price off as he checks on Carr. Price waits patiently not taking his eyes off of Carr, almost as if he's waiting for the exact right moment. The referee helps Carr to his feet and Price is on the attack with a spear that knocks down both men. With the referee down Price smirks and rolls out of the ring. He walks over to the announcer's table and pulls out a metal folding chair before sliding back into the ring. Price picks Carr up to his knees and then drops him with a snap DDT. Price then places the chair around the knee of Carr and looks around at the crowd that is booing him harder than ever. Price climbs up to the second turnbuckle and pauses with his eyes closed, seemingly soaking in the boos.

Zach Davis: Don't do it Price. Don't do this to him.

Price goes to jump off...but stops. Price appears to be internally conflicted, almost as if he's fighting with his own aggression. He climbs off of the corner and pulls the chair off of Carr's leg and throws it out onto the floor. Price tries to revive the referee and then moves back to Carr. Price lifts Carr up to his feet before kicking him in the gut and executing the Busted Grill. The referee finally gets himself together and begins to count.




Shannan Lerch: There you go, Price got his little revenge.

Zach Davis: And Steve Carr.. may be one step closer from leaving WCF forever.

Price stands up and gets his arm raised... and a figure enters the ring. Price notices him but its too late; Price is blasted with a chair shot!

Shannan Lerch: What the-

The crowd is roaring! Hector Rodriguez is in the ring, and he just hit Price with a chair!

Zach Davis: Rodriguez just ran out here, grabbed that chair from ringside and blasted Price with it!

Shannan Lerch: I guess after the last few weeks Hector Rodriguez has had enough and wanted some revenge!

Carr has gotten out of the ring and begun heading to the back. In the ring, Hector hits Price one more time, and Carlos Estrada has gotten a table from ringside and slid it into the ring.

Zach Davis: What now!

Rodriguez sets the table up in the corner, and then picks Price up... and executes a Toluca Slam into the table, breaking it, and possibly Jay Price's body as well!

Shannan Lerch: I think Hector Rodriguez has snapped, Zach!

Seth Lerch has emerged on the scene, pulling Jay Price out of the ring as Hector and Carlos celebrate inside it. Hector still has the chair, and he's daring Seth to enter the ring, but Seth of course does not take Hector up on that. Seth helps Price to the back, yelling at Rodriguez as he does, and ordering officials to get him out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Officials are making Hector and Carlos leave, as the contract signing is next.

Shannan Lerch: After that, they should be escorted out of the BUILDING, but whatever.

Zach Davis: Let's go to a break or commercial or something while we get this cleaned up...

Slickie T/Torture Contract Signing

Crawl by Kings of Leon plays, and Torture and Seth Lerch walk out from the back.

Zach Davis: Time for the contract signing between Torture and Slickie T, I do believe.

Shannan Lerch: IF Slickie signs the contract... he may very well be joining the Team of Torture tonight.

Seth and Torture are both carrying one of the Tag Titles each. The fans boo as Seth enters the ring first, holding the ropes open for Torture. There is a table set up in the middle of the ring with a few pieces of paper on it, with two chairs on either end. Torture enters and takes a seat at one of the chairs and Seth grabs a mic.

Seth Lerch: Not much to talk about here. The time has come.. Slickie, come take your rightful place at our side. Don't sign this contract, and side with us. Slickie T, come join the Team of Torture!

The arena fades to black as a red, white, and green spotlights begin to circle the crowd and a red glow appears on the left side of the stage, a white glow in the middle, and a green glow on the right, as “Gravesend (Lake of Fire)” by Lordz of Brooklyn begins to blast over the speakers and the three lights come together in the center of the stage where Slickie T stands with his back turned to the crowd, his arms extended to form the shape of a “T”. As the crowd erupts at his presence, he quickly turns and flashes a wide grin as pyros explode behind him. The Italian is dressed for the occasion, wearing his best Armani suit and slacks complete with his usual black and white wingtip shoes.

He slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp with his eyes focused solely on the two men in the middle of the ring. Slickie approaches the ring steps and adjusts the knot on the red necktie that lays perfectly upon his white undershirt before climbing the black steel steps and climbing through the ropes, paying close attention to his surroundings and the two men in front of him.

Seth Lerch: Alright, Slickie. Here is the deal. Don't sign this contract. Don't take your match with Torture at One. And you'll be part of us-

The crowd boos.

Seth Lerch: You'll be part of the Team of Torture. Part of the most elite group of wrestlers ever. You know Trent Hunter, X-Rated, and Dake Ken from XGWO right? The Elite? With you with us, we'll be even more dominant than they were, Slickie.

Seth hands Slickie a pin.

Seth Lerch: Do the right thing. Do the SMART thing. Hand me back that pen, show me you don't want to sign.

Slickie looks around at the crowd, who are yelling at Slickie to sign the contract. Slickie grins at Seth, and goes to hand him back the pen.. before quickly signing the paper on the table in front of him instead! The crowd pops huge!



Seth is furious, and Torture has stood up, flipping the table over. Slickie is smiling ear to ear.

Seth Lerch: Guys... NOW!

All of a sudden, Ryan Daniels hops out from the crowd, having posed as a fan. Mikami, who posed as an asian photographer, enters the ring. Jay Price also comes from the crowd, and Anthrax drops the camera he'd been holding, disguised as a cameraman, and enters as well.

Zach Davis: This is an ambush! All of the ToT is coming down on Slickie T!

Seth slides out of the ring, as does Torture. But they leave behind the Tag Title belts. Slickie grabs one of the belts, runs, and decks Mikami, who had just entered. Mikami drops to the ground. Daniels gets in the ring next, Slickie throws him into Daniels, causing both men to spill out. Price and Anthrax are in, they go for a Linked Clothesline, Slickie ducks it and then slides out of the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Well, he's a smart man, and he knew when the odds were going to be too much.

Zach Davis: I'm sure he suspected this ambush anyway, Shannan. Slickie T definitely had a plan.

Slickie is backpeddling up the ramp when Seth, who is at the announcers booth with Torture, grabs a mic.

Seth Lerch: SLICKIE T! I'll be honest, I really didn't expect this. But I'm a smart man, and I make plans for all possible scenarios. Slickie, if you're not with us.. you're against us, as cliche as that sounds. And you chose to be against us, and now you must pay the consequences. You call yourself the "Ace of Hardcore," well, at XIII... you're going one on one with the Hardcore Champion GREENFEVER!..

The crowd cheers!

Seth Lerch: ... NON-TITLE!~!


Seth Lerch: Hahah, that's right. At XIII, you're going to face Greenfever, the craziest son of a bitch to enter a WCF ring since.. ever. And that is saying a lot, let me tell you. And speaking of Titles, forget about those Tag Team Titles! They're vacated, Slickie, don't even think about calling yourself a Tag Team Champion! But Slickie, Greenfever is going to-

Slickie T: Seth, Seth, Seth..

Slickie has gotten a mic and interrupted.

Slickie T: Did you REALLY think I was going to give up my shot, what could be my ONLY shot at that World Title, to join what you claim to be as THE elite stable in the history of the WCF? Well, thanks for the offer, but I am going to have to politely decline. You can make references to other superstars that I associated myself with back in my XGWO days and how they were part of The Elite, but take a good look around you Seth. Where are those guys now? Where is Trent Hunter? How about X-Rated? And I haven’t seen Dake Ken since I beat him to earn the final spot at War, an event in which I defeated nearly the entire roster to rightfully earn my World Title shot at One!

The crowd gives a loud pop as he makes reference to the two biggest annual events in the WCF.

Slickie T: I saw this ambush coming from a mile away. Come on now gentlemen, I didn’t become one of the most powerful men in Vegas and one of the most recognizable figures in the WCF by letting people like you catch me by surprise. You send boys like Price, Anthrax, Mikami, and Daniels in the ring to do a man’s job in taking me out? You two are better than that. I expected that you would have put a little more thought in your attempt to stop a superstar such as myself, but once again, I overestimated the “power” of the Team of Torture.

The Italian begins to make his way back up the ramp and nearly reaches the curtain before turning once again and addressing the six men that are now in the ring.

Slickie T: Oh, and one more thing. If the signing of that contract wasn’t a big enough shock for you, I have one more LITTLE piece of information that may be of interest to the leader of your little crew. Torture, you can act like you are an almighty force and have some sort of untouchable power over the WCF, but I decided to show you just how little power you really have and I’m not just referring to the power you think you have here in the WCF, but outside the ring as well. As of early this morning, I purchased a controlling share of stock in this little company that I found floating around out there on the market known as…oh, what was the name of it again…ah, yes, CoolWear Inc!

Torture's eyes go wide for a brief second... and then seem to die inside as Torture's face goes blank and he seems to shut off. Torture just looks numb. The rest of the ToT is angry, however, and Seth doesn't know how this could happen. The fans have erupted.

Slickie T: Figured I would expand my entities outside the hotel and casino world. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some extra business to tend to with my new… acquisition.

Slickie's music plays as he smiles and backs up the ramp, eyeing the ToT. Price, Mikami, Daniels, and Anthrax are all mad but the look on Torture's face shows a numb, emotionless shell where a passionate World Champion used to be.

Zach Davis: Well.. that is HUGE news, if I do say so myself!

Shannan Lerch: Can.. can Slickie DO that? I mean.. why would Seth let him!? Why would TORTURE let him!?

Zach Davis: Seth and Torture don't control the stock market, Shannan! There isn't anything they could do to stop it! And Torture looks devastated.. everything he's worked for has been taken from him!

Shannan Lerch: Not quite EVERYTHING, he still has that World Title!

Zach Davis: Yeah.. for now.

Slickie disappears to the back as Seth is trying to rally the ToT.

Hardcore Title Contendership Match
Kevin Hardaway vs Ace Slaughter vs Hector Rodriguez

Greenfever emerges from the darkness and steps down the entrance ramp. The crowd erupts in hatred as he greets them with his middle fingers. He is wearing a tattered and bloodstained tuxedo. The metal shackles attached to his wrists and ankles jingle loudly as he is jeered by the crowd. A forklift emerges from the entrance and follows behind him.

Zach Davis: Here comes the refreshments.

The crowd revolts against him by throwing whatever they're holding. Greenfever is pelted by beer cans, half eaten hot-dogs, boxes of popcorn. He reaches down and picks up a hot-dog. He takes a bite of it and throws the rest into the face of a pregnant woman, who is screaming at him just beyond the guard-rail. Greenfever laughs and points at a sign held up by a kid along the left rail that reads Torture belongs in Guantanamo. Greenfever rips the poster out of the kids hands and rips it to pieces. He spits in the kids face as he stomps the shredded poster. The jeers turn to boo's as He slides into the ring.

A microphone is lowered in and he speaks into it.

Greenfever: WCF, your God speaks.

The crowd roars in hatred.

The security along the guard-rail is having a tough time keeping the angry mob contained.

Greenfever: Tonight you will worship me as three men sacrifice themselves in my honor. Three mortals will tear each other apart, just for the chance to die at my hands.

A glass bottle hits its mark and shatters on Greenfever's face.

Greenfever staggers back as blood spurts out of his forehead.

Greenfever: Bring it on! Give me what you got Fargo! You think you can throw a bottle at my face!?! Screw you Fargo!

Zach Davis: Dear Lord! Here come the chairs! Take cover Shannan!

Shannan Lerch: Oh my dear gentle Jesus.

The crowds screams are deafening as chairs begin to rain into the ring. They begin to pile up around Greenfever's feet as he speaks.

Greenfever: Thats right, Fargo. Lets give'em a show.

The forklift lifts its cargo up above the top rope and over the ring. Greenfever reaches up and tips over the large bucket. Weapons spill out on top of the unforgiving layer of metal chairs. The forklift beeps as it backs up. Greenfever steps through the thick mess left in the ring. Drops down and rolls out of the ring and makes his way over to the announcers table.

Shannan Lerch: Oh no. He's coming over here.

Zack Davis: No, no, change spots with me Shannan!

Shannan Lerch: No way in hell, Zack.

Greenfever sits down next to Zack.

Zach Davis: Welcome Mr.Fever. or just Greenfever, or...

Greenfever: God is fine.

Zach Davis: Alrighty...Shannan! Have you met Mr.Greenfever?

The lights go down in the arena.

Shannan Lerch: Oh, thank God. Our first contender.

The crowd transitions from a steady chant of boo's to an excited ape crazy cheering. Some know who it is, and the rest... well, they like when lights go out. They think it's cool, you know. As the lights are out, spotlights fill the arena, white lightning as the sound of thunder crackles along the PA system. More spotlights come as more thunder is played along the system. It's when guitars fill up and the following is heard.


The opening drum and guitar riffs of This Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage kicks on the PA system as white smoke fills the entrance ramp. It's to the point where the white spotlights are strobing to the beat of the song. But when the song finally kicks in, the strobelights are going mad as out from the white smoke, is Kevin Hardaway, black trench-coat on over his ring gear as he gives off a wicked smile to the crowd and walks slowly to the ring. He walks up the ring steps now and perches himself on top of the nearest turnbuckle, like a hawk ready to strike as the song reaches fever pitch. He keeps smiling to the crowd as he jumps off and leans against the turnbuckle, looking at Greenfever sitting at the announcers table as he takes off his coat.

Zach Davis: Hardaway is at the top of his game.

Shannan Lerch: He sure is! He's on,what we call in the business, a hot streak!

Zach Davis: Next up, Hector Rodriguez!

No One Gets Left Behind by Five Finger Death Punch starts playing and out from the back walks Carlos Estrada. Carlos walks to one of the sides of the ramp and takes off his Fedora and gestures to the crowd in.

A few seconds later, Hector Rodriguez walks out and stands in the center of the ramp. He looks out at the crowd for a few seconds as they stand to their feet cheering for him. He finally raises both arms up in the air. Fireworks blast up on each side of him at the front of the ramp and then more fireworks fire up all the way down the front of the ramp.

Hector walks down the ramp followed by Carlos Estrada. The two men climb the ring steps and get inside the ring. Carlos clears a space in the middle while Hector walks to each side of the ring, holding up one arm to the crowd as he steps through the mess of metal and weapons.

Zach Davis: Looks like Carlos just got a call on his cell phone.

Shannan Lerch: It looks important too! He's running back up the entrance ramp. Leaving Hector alone in this one

The lights, in the arena go dim. Three sets of spotlights start to rotate around the crowd. A loud siren, similar to a tornado warning, echoes throughout the arena. Click click Boom by Saliva begins to start. The crowd scrambles to stand up, some with their hands on their ears. Some of the crown run toward the entrance ramp, screaming and yelling. Ace Slaughter slowly walks through a large area of smoke, with his arms extended outward. The crowd becomes somewhat deafening. Ace slowly spins around 360 degrees. Slaughter then jumps up, in the air. As he lands, a loud explosion rattles the arena. Two pillars near the ramp entrance, spits out fire, which reaches 5 to 6 feet out of the 6 foot pillars. Slaughter continues to walk down the ramp, until he gets to the ring. Ace looks around then jumps up to the ring apron. Ace grabs the top rope and starts to shake it violently. The crowd, once again erupts. Slaughter enters the ring and proceeds to walk to the nearest ring corner. Ace climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Slaughter throws his arms up, then pounds his chest with both fists.
Slaughter then jumps down, from the second turnbuckle and walks toward the center of the ring.

Zach Davis: Looks like we've got all the ingredients for a brutal match.


Shannan Lerch: There's the bell. Here we go!

Hardaway strikes first by throwing a chair across the ring into Hector's face. Hector stumbles forward stumbling on the sea of chairs as Hardaway dives over him. Hardaway hooks on a flip-over neck-breaker on his way down, slamming Hector into a pile of metal.

Zach Davis: Ace has a chair and looks like he plans on using it!

Hardaway is picking himself back up as Slaughter slams chair down on the fallen Hector Rodriguez. Hardaway springboards off the ropes and drop kicks the chair into Slaughter's face.

Shannan Lerch: Hardaway seems to have the early upper hand!

Slaughter rolls back-wards back to his feet.

Zach Davis: Ace with the fast recovery.

Slaughter throws the steel chair at Hardaway.

Zach Davis: Hardaway ducks the chair, but he doesn't duck Slaughter's right hook!

Hector picks himself up and finds his enemies.

Slaughter and Hardaway tie-up. Slaughter spins out of it and hooks on a drop toe hold.

Shannan Lerch: Here comes Hector!

Rodriguez lands the Clothesline from Hell on Ace as Hardaway is slung face first into a metal toaster.

Zach Davis: Hector is back up quickly and he's picking up Slaughter.

Hector raises Ace above his head in a Guerrilla-Press.

Greenfever: Thats right! Throw him to the concrete!

Hector throws Ace over the top rope, past the guard-rail into the crowd. Slaughter's body wipes out 20 people.

Zach Davis: Hector is a Machine! No one is that strong! He just threw a 6'5 285lb man into the audience!

Shannan Lerch: I think Hardaway has a plan.

Hardaway stands up and begins swinging a toaster over his head by the power cord. Hector turns and menaces toward Hardaway.

Zach Davis: Hardaway slings the toaster at Hector's face.

The toaster slams into Hector's head, but the beast doesn't stop coming.

Shannan Lerch: He's gonna need something bigger!

Hardaway whips the toaster into Hector's face again and the giant falters. Hardaway seizes the moment by wrapping the cord around Hector's neck and choking him. Hector claws at the cord around his throat as Hardaway's knuckles turn white with pressure.

Greenfever: I haven't heard of anyone get choked that hard since Mike Awesome clocked out.

Zach Davis: Thats in poor taste.

Hector goes down to one knee as he pulls at the electrical cord.

Shannan Lerch: Slaughter is making his way back to the action.

Hector grabs at the ring floor blindly as he fights back the urge to pass out. His fingers find something.

Shannan Lerch: Is that a glass bong?!?

Zach Davis: I think it is! Hector just smashed a 6ft glass bong across Hardaways head.

Hardaway stumbles back releasing Hector. Hector stands up, unfolding a chair as he does. Hector elbows Hardaway in the face and hooks his arm around Hardaways Neck.

Zach Davis: He's got the Respecto Hooked on!

Hector slams Hardaway into the open steel chair. The chair collapses ungracefully under them. Hector rolls over for the pin.




Zach Davis: That was a close one. Slaughter needs to get back in this before Hector lands another move like that.

Hector rolls out of the ring onto the ring apron. Slaughter hops up behind Hector and smashes him with a steel chair. Slaughter hooks his leg around the bottom rope and latches on a Belly to Belly suplex, Hector is slung violently, back first into the guard rail. Slaughter pulls his leg out of the bottom rope and quickly scales to the top turnbuckle.

Shannan Lerch: He wouldn't, No he is! He is!

Slaughter throws himself off the top turnbuckle toward Hector, who is lying lifelessly against the metal guardrail.

Zach Davis: Slaughtermatic from the top turnbuckle to the outside! Slaughter is insane! Hector might be dead!

Hardaway is on his feet inside the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Hardaway sees an opportunity!

Hardaway hops over the ropes onto the apron.

Zach Davis: Hardaway bounces himself off the middle rope, into a backflip! Hardaway just landed a Lionstomp on both Slaughter and Hector!

Hardaway tries to stand, but staggers, clutching his right knee.

Shannan Lerch: Kevin may have injured his knee on that last move.

Zach Davis: He won't let that stop him. Hardaway is a fighter.

Slaughter finds his feet and stumbles back into the ring.

Shannan Lerch: Hector is showing some signs of life! He's back to his feet! Hardaway better look out!

Hector hooks Hardaway for a piledriver and plants his head into the concrete. Slaughter climbs back up the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Ace is picking his target!

Hector grabs a mostly full beer bottle out of a fan's hands and throws it up at Slaughter. The bottle smashes into Slaughter's head and Slaughter waivers as the beer and blood drips from his face. Hector quickly climbs back into the ring fires a right hook into Slaughter's right ear. Hector climbs up the turnbuckle hooking Ace into a powerbomb.

Shannan Lerch: He's pointing at us! We need to move!

Hector raises Slaughter onto his shoulder and dives forward. They crash through the announcers table, splintering it grotesquely. Hector goes for the pin.




Zach Davis: There goes our desk.

Shannan Lerch: My purse was under there!

Zach Davis: Well, its gone now. Hardaway is back in the ring. It looks like he's found a steel pipe wrapped in barbed wire in that mess

Hector picks himself up and out of what used to be an announcers table. He turns back toward to the ring to find Hardaway back-flipping out of the ring at him.

Zach Davis: Hardaway just hit a plancha to the outside on Hector while holding a metal pipe wrapped in barbed wire. His concentration is locked in even after taking some hideous abuse.

Slaughter rises from the remains of the announcers table and lunges toward a distracted Hardaway.

Shannan Lerch: And now He's putting that pipe to use on Slaughter!

Hardaway swings for the fences and blasts Slaughter in the chest.

Greenfever: I haven't seen someone hit the pipe that hard since Jake the Snake!

Zach Davis: Is that a crack addiction joke?

Greenfever: It wasn't a joke. He really did hit him that hard.

Zach Davis: Aaaanyways, Ace and Hardaway are struggling over ownership of the metal pipe and Hector is back up.

Hector hurls himself at Hardaway and Slaughter, striking them both with devastating clotheslines.

Shannan Lerch: A double clothesline from hell!

All three contenders are up and wailing on each other.

Zach Davis: This is getting personal.

Hector is thrown violently against the forklift parked outside the ring. The bucket on the front is shoved off the wide pallet. Slaughter whips Hardaway into a short-arm clothesline and without letting go, lifts Hardaway into a slingshot suplex.

Zach Davis: Hector with the assist!

Hector raises his foot up to catch Hardaway right in the face with a Big Boot as Slaughter slams him down.

Shannan Lerch: Ouch. That wasn't pretty.

Slaughter and Hector tie-up above the seemingly unconscious Hardaway. All three combatants are on the forklift as it springs to life.

Zach Davis: Oh, no. What's this. What is this!

Shannan Lerch: Greenfever is behind the wheel of that thing! He has raised all three of these men to, what? At least 20 feet above the ring!

Zach Davis: There's not enough room for all of them up there! This will not end well.

Shannan Lerch: I can't watch!

Hector over-powers Slaughter and raises him in the air with a two handed choke. Slaughter looks over his shoulder to the concrete far below. Slaughter starts kicking wildly and lands a solid strike to Hector's testicles. Hector screams from under his mask and starts shaking Slaughter like a rag doll. Hardaway opens his eyes. Through the rickety pallet, He can see Greenfever waving up at him from behind the wheel of a fork lift. Hardaway rolls over to his back and uppercuts Hector in the testicles. Another mask muffled scream emits from Hector as he shoves Slaughter off. Sluaghter's world unfolds in slow motion. His hands flail for an instant grabbing for anything. He falls as a symphony of gasps erupts from the crowd. Slaughter's body strikes pile of chairs in the ring with a deafening ripple of clanging metal.

Shannan Lerch: Ace... may never wrestle again.

Zach Davis: I don't see how he could walk away from this.

Hardaway and Hector struggle atop the palled thats been lifted into the sky. Hardaway somehow manages to lock on a Dragon sleeper onto Hector. Hector resists it with a couple of punches, but Hardaway wrenches Hectors neck backwards. Hardaway falls forward onto Hector.

Zach Davis: Death Drop! A Deathdrop and both fighters are still up there!

Shannan Lerch: Hardaway goes for a pin!




Hardaway lifts Hector and grabs his arms in a double-underhook.

Zach Davis: No. This can't happen.

Hardaway looks over his shoulder to the ring far below. Hardaway lifts Hector up and jumps backwards off of the forklift.

Shannan Lerch: Oh god...

Hardaway drives Hector into the pile of metal chairs.

Zach Davis: Williams Driver! Williams Driver! This is over! If Hardaway can get the pin!

Hardaway rolls over and drapes an arm over Hector's chest.




Zach Davis: This match will live in infamy. Never before have I seen such reckless carnage. Three men have brutalized themselves in a way that I have never seen. It honestly has shaken my whole belief system. I.. I don't know if I can do this anymore.

Shannan Lerch: I got my Purse! It's all alright too! Even my lipstick! WoooHoo! Yea!

Zach shakes his head as Shannan apples a fresh coat to her lips.

Shannan Lerch: What were you saying?

Zach Davis: Nothing, Hardaway just won a shot at the Hardcore Title and I need a drink of something strong.

Shannan Lerch: Yeah, I bet! Me too, I'm the one that has to work with you all night!

Greenfever is escorted back up the entrance ramp by WCF Security as Hardaway's hand is raised in the center of the ring.

Slickie T vs Johnny Reb

Zach Davis: Time for our main event!

Shannan Lerch: I'm excited for this one, Zach.

Zach Davis: Me too! These are two world class athletes, this is sure to be a great contest.

The arena fades to black as a red, white, and green spotlights begin to circle the crowd and a red glow appears on the left side of the stage, a white glow in the middle, and a green glow on the right, as “Gravesend (Lake of Fire)” by Lordz of Brooklyn begins to blast over the speakers and the three lights come together in the center of the stage where Slickie T stands with his back turned to the crowd, his arms extended to form the shape of a “T”. He watches as the screen shows a roulette wheel spinning as the pill comes to settle on the green 00 space and the camera zooms in on the pill until the screen becomes completely white and then “Slickie T the Ace of Hardcore” scrolls across the screen in black in front of a waving Italian flag. Slickie then quickly turns as the pill settles in the 00 space and red, white, and green pyros explode behind him as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with those who are reaching out to him. As he reaches the ring, he quickly climbs the ring stairs, looking out over the crowd before grabbing the top rope and vaulting over the top of it and into the middle of the ring. After glancing over the crowd with a thin smile on his face, he climbs a turnbuckle and throws his arms out once again to form a “T” before backflipping off the top turnbuckle and back into the middle of the ring as the lights come up once again.

Shannan Lerch: No one hotter than Slickie T right now, who we now know WILL be facing Torture at One.

The opening chords of "Bad Company" by Bad Company filter through the arena. The stage and the surrounding area go dark. As the actual lyrics begin, blue lights illuminate a pair of figures: Johnny Reb and Dixie Pride.

Always on the run.

They both step out onto the ramp and the stage lights return to normal.

Is the rising sun.

Johnny’s appearance draws a mixed reaction from the crowd, largely of a negative variety.

I was born 6-gun in my hand,
Behind a gun, I make my final stand.

The Inveterate Confederate starts down the ramp, slowly, and pauses halfway down.

That's why they call me...

Suddenly, a fountain of pyros erupts behind him to coincide with the change in the song's tempo. Johnny raises his hands and lifts his head, making a beckoning motion, reveling in the crowd’s attentions, favorable or not.

Bad Company. And I can't deny,
Bad Company, til the day I die.

Reb lowers his arms and gives the dissenting fans a disdainful sneer.

Rebel souls.
Deserters we are called,
Chose a gun
And threw away the sun.

Johnny keeps walking toward the ring at a stately pace, ignoring taunts. Dixie remains at his side, casting the occasional insult back at an over exuberant dissident.

Now these towns,
They all know our name.
6-gun sound...
Is our claim to fame.

Reb walks up the steel steps and holds the ropes for Dixie. He stalks to the far corner and climbs onto the second turnbuckle, posing for the crowd.

I can hear them say..
Bad Company, and I won’t deny.
Bad. Bad Company, til the day I die.

Dixie works the crowd as Johnny hops off the turnbuckle and removes the hat and coat. The music fades away.

Shannan Lerch: Johnny Reb, former World Champ, the man who defeated Torture...

Zach Davis: Here we go!

Master of Puppets hits.

Shannan Lerch: Seth!

Seth steps out onto the stage, smiling. He has a mic in hand.

Seth Lerch: Slickie T, your punishment for your insubordination begins tonight. Right now. I can make your life hell up until One, and I'm going to start showing you why tonight. Because this match will not be just some one on one contest... this match will be a CAGE MATCH!

The crowd cheers!

Zach Davis: What?!

Shannan Lerch: How exciting!

Zach Davis: But neither Slickie nor Reb were prepared for this... and it could cause serious injury in either competitor!

Shannan Lerch: That is exactly what Seth is counting on!

The cage begins to lower around the ring. Slickie and Reb look up, watching as it does.

Zach Davis: Well the cage is down now... and the bell has rung! NOW here we go!

Johnny Reb goes right on the attack, capitalizing on the confusion of the match type change, running at Slickie and Clotheslining him down. Slickie gets back to his feet and Reb throws him to the ropes, and then hits an Arm Drag as he comes back. Slickie gets up one more time and Reb hits a Facebreaker DDT! The crowd begins to boo.

Shannan Lerch: Reb sure capitalized on this whole situation, thats for sure. Seth knew that he would!

Reb immediately begins climbing up the cage, trying to reach the top before Slickie T comes to. But Slickie T gets up right as Reb is reaching the top, and grabs his leg. Reb kicks at Slickie a few times and eventually sends Slickie reeling, but realizes he won't be able to escape just yet. He turns so that he's standing on the ropes, steadying himself with the cage, and jumps off, hitting Slickie with an Axe Handle Smash. Slickie goes down once again. Reb kicks at him several times before picking him up and executing a Snapmare before putting him into a Dragon Sleeper.

Zach Davis: Sweet Water Sleeper applied!

Slickie realizes he's in trouble. The ref asks him if he wants to give up, but he refuses. Reb cranks on the hold, yelling at Slickie as he does, but Slickie still refuses.

Shannan Lerch: How long can Slickie hold on?

Eventually Reb realizes that Slickie isn't ready to give up yet and releases the hold. He kicks Slickie a few times again and begins climbing to the top rope.

Zach Davis: Reb is in his element now... whats coming up?

Reb flies off with a Frogsplash!

Shannan Lerch: Confederate Cannonball!

But Slickie gets his knees up! Reb crashes into Slickie's knees, and rolls over onto the mat, holding his gut in pain. Reb gets up as quickly as possible, trying not to lose momentum, and begins picking Slickie up. Slickie hits a few jabs to Reb's midsection, however, and Reb stumbles away. He turns back to Slickie but Slickie hits a stiff kick to the gut, double Reb over, and DDTing him to the mat! The crowd pops!

Zach Davis: Slickie T with his first big offensive move of the match!

Shannan Lerch: We should take the time to note that WCF cage matches have no "escape through the cage door" way of winning. You can only win via escaping from the top, or pin or submission.

Both Slickie and Reb lay on the mat for several moments, resting, catching their breath. Slickie is the first to get up, and picks Reb up with him. He hits a few forearms to Reb's head and then hits another kick to the stomach, and then grabs Reb and executes a crisp Snap Suplex. Slickie stomps Reb repeatedly then and begins climbing up to the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Can Slickie's high risk maneuver go better than Reb's?

Allen Guiliano reaches the top.. and he flies off with a 450 Splash! The crowd roars as Slickie has Reb pinned!



No! Reb gets the shoulder up!

Shannan Lerch: Not yet!

Zach Davis: But Slickie is firmly in control, and theres more than one way to win this match...

Slickie begins climbing up the cage now. He gets near the top, however, and Reb is up. Reb starts climbing up after him.

Shannan Lerch: Uh oh.. this is dangerous!

Reb grabs Slickie's face and smashes it into the cage! Slickie returns the favor, smashing Reb's face now! Reb hangs onto the cage and uses his feet to kick Slickie a few times, and is soon able to kick Slickie off, causing him to fall back down to the mat. Reb turns and jumps off with a Diving Fist Drop now!

Zach Davis: Reb, back in control.

Reb picks Slickie up now and grabs him by the head, running into the cage and smashing Slickie's face into it once more! The crowd is booing as Slickie hits the mat, and within several moments we can see blood gushing from Slickie's face.

Shannan Lerch: Uh oh. Slickie has been busted wide open by this cage... not good for him, not good at all.

Reb lets Slickie T slowly works his way to his feet, and then begins hitting him with a few forearm shots to the face. Reb throws Slickie to the ropes, but as Slickie is coming back he hits a running Sweet Chin Music!!

Zach Davis: Slickie just hit the Omerta, with shades of Dake Ken!

The crowd popped huge for the move! Reb is down and Slickie has collapsed as well, both men laying on the mat, exhausted, blood continuing to drip down Slickie's face. Slowly but surely, Slickie T works his way to his feet, and the crowd is on theirs. Slickie begins climbing. Slowly, but Reb shows no signs of moving.

Shannan Lerch: Could Slickie have it won with that running Omerta?

Slickie's fingertips reach the top of the cage, and Reb stirs. Slickie is about to throw his leg over the other side of the cage, but Reb is up and grabs onto his leg yet again. Slickie kicks at him, but Reb refuses to fall. Reb climbs up even more and now slams Slickie's already bleeding face into the steel mesh of the cage once more. Twice more. But again Slickie slams Reb's face back, and with such force that Reb falls off! Reb is on his feet and turns back towards Slickie, but Slickie has dropped to the turnbuckle and flies off the top with the Ace of Spades!

Zach Davis: Ace of Spades! Slickie just hit it!

And again, Slickie and Reb lay on their backs, panting, trying to get their breath back. And once more, Slickie climbs to his feet. He turns and approaches the side of the cage, but Johnny Reb grabs his foot, not allowing him to get any further. Slickie tries to kick Reb off but Reb hits a low blow, bringing Slickie down to the mat.

Shannan Lerch: Ouch. All is fair in love and war... and cage matches.

Reb now climbs to the top rope. He measures Slickie...

Zach Davis: I think.. is he going for it..

Shannan Lerch: Reb flies off with the Southern Discomfort!

But no! Slickie rolls out of the way at the last second! Reb hits the mat hard, stomach first, and stumbles to his feet. Slickie is up, grabs him.. and takes him down with the T-Bone!

Zach Davis: THE T-BONE!

Slickie, again, begins climbing the cage. Slowly... slowly.. and he reaches the top..

Shannan Lerch: Reb is beginning to stir, I think he's trying to get to his feet!

But no. Slickie is able to throw himself over, and he drops down, landing on the mat outside! The bell rings!

Zach Davis: Slickie has done it! Slickie wins!

Slickie's music plays as an unhappy Seth appears on the entryway, shaking his head. Slickie wipes blood from his face as the ref on the outside raises his arm in the air.

Shannan Lerch: Slickie has won the first shot fired by Seth Lerch, it seems.

Zach Davis: Don't be so sure, Shannan. Slickie is bleeding pretty badly, and we don't know of any injuries he may of sustained, or the impact this match had on his body.. Johnny Reb gave him his all, that's for sure!

Seth exits to the back as Slickie goes around ringside, slapping the hands of his fans.

Shannan Lerch: Next week, Brad Kane's first day on the job, and we'll see how the ToT responds to all of this!

Slam fades to black on Slickie's bloody face.