Monday Manslaughter 20Aug01
---Taped Earlier---
*The doors to the arena swing open as T-Rex walks in wearing a pair of blue jeans and a GZW promotional T-Shirt. He walks down the halls but doesn't pay any attention to the other wrestlers in the back. He walks into his dressing room and closes the door behind him. Several minutes later he walks out wearing his wrestling gear. He begins to walk down the hallway when a cameraman stops him in his tracks.*
Cameraman: Excuse me Mr. Rex a word please.
T-Rex: *turning around* What?
Cameraman: Well tonight Wicked Ways goes one on one with Magic for the World Title. Who do you think will win?
T-Rex: Who do I think will win? Like always my vote goes to Magic. What I can't figure out is the fact that this over grown knome stops me from my title shot last week and what happens? He gets rewarded with a title shot. Now Wicked I hope your watching your back because I don't forget things like that. You see Wicked. Turn about is fair play.
Cameraman: What about Sincere?
T-Rex: If the little bitch wants to get in my way again I will be more than happy to beat the hell out of him. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go talk to someone.
*Scene fades with T-Rex walking down the hall.*
---Taped Earlier---
{The camera show's Magic, inside his locker room sitting on a chouch. Laying next to him is the Heavyweight Championship, and sitting on the other side of him is Steph, with Magic's arm around her. The room is silent until the door flies open, and in steps Albert Wuchie. Magic looks up at him with anger.}
Magic: What the hell are you doing here? I said to keep all interviews away until Manslaughter is over!
Wuchie: Well, I see you no want me here!
Magic: Whatever gave you that idea?
Wuchie: You need to show respect to me. Now, I need to ask question about match tonight!
Magic: Ask it, then get out.
Wuchie: Wicked Ways show last match with him. He said same outcome will prevail.
Magic: Yes, I saw that. But you see Wuchie, Wicked Ways never beat the desert storm. He has beaten the old, younger Magic. Like I said before, I am all grown up, and this time, Wicked Ways is dealing with a different man. Also, I hear him talk about being the future of GZW and me being alot of good talk but no play. Well, Wick, I am all talk, but the no play part will be proven. And as far as you being the future of GZW, I will make sure that you won't. And if you somehow become the future of GZW, it will be the night when hell freezes over. Wick, yes you have beaten me before, but this time there will be no chairs, no Giggles/Wylder, and no championship changes. Wick, you might be big and powerful, but your looks aren't the only thing that makes you who you are, it is your mouth. Soon the end of the Ways will be here, and tonight the annihilation beings, the annihilation of Wicked Ways.
Wuchie: You send chillies up my spine.
Magic: I will break your spine if you don't get out now!
{Wuchie rushes out of the room, leaving his usual fortune cookie on the ground. Magic walks over to it, and steps on it, smashing it into pieces as the scene fades.}
Fortune: Welcome everyone to another edition of Monday Manslaughter! I am Kandi Fortune and beside me like always is Alexander Hunt!
Hunt: (reading a book)
Fortune: Um, hello, Alex?! We’re on the air! Time for Manslaughter!
Hunt: Yeah, I know. I was just freshening up on my Cantonese! With all the rumors floating around about the new influx of HKWF blood, I thought I would polish up on my verbal skills!
Fortune: You mean your brown-nosing skills!
“Dig “ by Mudvayne explodes over the Coliseum sound speakers as all eyes shift to the entranceway. The Zero-tron flashes the letters “HKWF” as scenes of unfamiliar people wrestling. One scene shows Gideon with is barbed wired wrapped gloves beating down a bloodied wrestler’s face. The next scene is of a huge massive Black man delivering an elevated cradle neckbreaker to a smaller Asian man onto a barbwired enclosed ring, while two other men lay unconscious on the bloodstained canvas. Finally the scene switches to Monarch, covered from head to toe in blood. He is holding up the HKWF Heavyweight belt in his right hand and the British flag in his left.
Fortune: What in the world is going on here?
Hunt: Didn’t that huge Black guy on the Zero-tron look like …
From the back, stepping onto the entranceway, wearing a black Nike warmup suit is John Profit. The crowd showers him with boos. Profit looks out at the crowd with a crooked smile.
Fortune: That’s John Profit! He has been all over the GZW Television, backstage, and the Command Suite acting like a big shot!
Hunt: Well, he must have some kind of pull around here since he did book tonight’s Main Event! But why is he coming out to HKWF intro music?
Profit: (Pulling out mic) It seems that I am here to announce some bad news to you fans. This afternoon on his way to a photo shoot, Wicked Ways was involved in a hit-and –run accident. Eyewitnesses say that a silver Jaguar was the vehicle that struck your next Heavyweight Champion from his Harley Davidson.
Fortune: Oh, how sad that Wicked Ways has been taken out!
Hunt: Have you no compassion, Kandi? I bet if it was T-Rex or Firefly you would be full of tears!
Profit: Never fear, GZW faithful, for I have found a suitable replacement to face your “Desert Storm”. (crowd cheap pops at mention of Magic’s nickname) Yes, yes, we all know that everyone loves Magic. (crowd begins chant of “Magic”).
The man that I have replaced Wicked Ways with is the most decorated wrestler the GZW has. He has held three different titles. He started off with the Extreme title and ten days later captured the Intercontinental Championship. As the GZW Heavyweight Champion he solidified his position as a legend. Now on his quest to regain that title, which was lost to him only two weeks ago, I give you, the Jade Dragon, Sincere!! (he begins to clap)
“Sprach Zarathrusta” by Richard Strauss plays drowning out the huge heel pop for Sincere. The
Ex-Heavyweight Champion steps onto the stage wearing denim jeans and a black t-shirt which states “Blackhearts” on the front and “A New Era of Chaos” on the back. The music dies but the fans continue to let Sincere have it.
Hunt: These people have no respect! Sincere is like wrestling royalty!
Sincere: (being handed the mic by Profit) Did you mindless cattle not think that the Jade Dragon would rise and breathe fire once again? There is nothing and no one which can withstand the hunger drives me. Two weeks, Magic, you and I stepped into a GZW Hong Kong ring and you escaped. Not only did you escape with the breath in your lungs, but with the trophy that every wrestler in this sport today seeks, My Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd begins to chant “ @sshole, @sshole”. Sincere ignores them and continues speaking.
Sincere: Tonight, Magic, we return to the Chaos as well as the Storm!
“Sprach Zarathrusta” plays again as Sincere and Profit walk backstage as the crowd heel pops louder.
Fortune: So instead of Wicked Ways getting the title shot, it will be Sincere getting his rematch!
Hunt: Has the professor of psychological warfare and mastermind of mindgames hooked up with this all powerful John Profit?
Fortune: If he has, that could only mean impending doom for the GZW!
---Arrival---
{Outside in the front parking lot, a big limo pulls up. It comes to a slow halt. The driver of the long car steps out, and walks toward the back where he opens the door. The fans are desperate to see who is arriving in such a fancy limo. Then a blue figure steps out of the car, and it appears to be light-heavyweight champion, Hades. The fans cheer, after not seeing him in a week. Hades helps out his wife Aqua as they walk side by side into the arena.}
---Commercial Break---
---Static Ash vs. Giggles/ Wylder---
Fortune: Starting off tonight’s action will be the debut of the wrestler, Static Ash, against the insane member of Bad Company, Giggles/Wylder!
Hunt: Giggles or Wylder, whoever he is today, should beat the brakes off of this guy! What kind of name is Static Ash, anyway?
Giggles/Wylder comes down to the ring and slides in. Ash charges out from the back and begins pounding away on the taller Giggles/Wylder, punching him into the corner. He Irish whips Giggles/Wylder and catches him off the rebound with a huge exploder suplex causing a pop to burst from the fans.
Fortune: The newcomer, Static Ash, showing a lot of intensity tonight! Taking the fight to Giggles/Wylder!
Hunt: After I just saw Giggles/Wylder’s head bounce off the mat, I’m putting twenty bucks on Static Cling man!
Fortune: You don’t even have twenty dollars on you!
Ash pulls Giggles/Wylder up and unleashes a few martial arts kicks followed by an uppercut to the jaw. G/W staggers and bounces off the ropes into a dragon screw take over; Ash pulls G/W up and takes him over with a leg capture suplex. Ash kneels down and begins pounding away at the face of G/W. Ash gets up, bounces off the ropes and executes a leg drop across the throat.
Ash pulls up G/W now and positions him near the corner. Ash bounces off the ropes and unleashes a jumping spin kick to the back of G/W’s skull sending him face first to the mat.
Hunt: Hey Kandi, you don’t suppose he calls that the anti-cling, do you?
Fortune: You’re awful!
Hunt: But wholesome and entertaining!
Ash lifts G/W back to his feet and G/W goes for a right hook but Ash catches his fist and spins G/W around in a circle before kicking him in the gut and dropping him with a DDT.
Hunt: That was interesting! Static Ash taught Giggles/Wylder a little ballet move?
Fortune: I believe that was an Aikido counter!
Hunt: Ohh. I knew that!
Ash drags G/W towards the corner then hops to the middle turnbuckle. Ash curls his fingers and jumps up driving home with a Tiger Claw to the chest of G/W which sends him flailing like he got hit with a stun gun.
Fortune: High Voltage by Static Ash!
Hunt: After that it looks like Giggles/Wylder needs to be jump started!
Ash pulls the nearly unconscious G/W to his feet and does a thumb across the throat signaling its over. Ash does a spinning leg sweep then spins over once more landing a “Drunken Elbow” straight into the heart of G/W. Ash then rolls backwards hooking the leg.
Hunt: What the hell?
Fortune: System Shock by Static Ash!
1 … 2 …
Fortune: Three! It’s over! Static Ash picks up the win over Giggles/Wylder!
Hunt: That reminds me, I need to do laundry!
{The arena suddenly goes black. The lights then start to flash on and of, making a look of lighting throughout the arena. A deep voice comes through the P.A. system as the fans go in silence to listen.}
Fortune: What else can happen tonight?
Hunt: Maybe it’s Magic coming out here to say that he’s too scared to fight Sincere again and is going to bow out of the match?
Fortune: Highly unlikely, Alex!
Voice: Do you know the truth? Do you know who to trust? What to trust? Time will tell. The truth will soon be revealed. Be prepared for the truth, the truth you can't handle. Who do you trust? Who are your real friends? Soon, the truth will be told. But, when the truth is told, will you believe it? You better, because the truth will be your fate. Can you take the truth? If not, tough, because the truth is soon to be revealed.
{The arena goes back to its normal bright color as everybody starts to talk to each other in confusion. All of the sudden, "Purple hills" by D-12 plays as the arena colors now go to blue. Coming into view at the entrance way is Hades with Aqua by his side. The two walk down to the ring. Hades gets up on the apron, and holds down the ropes for Aqua. Hades then calls for a mic, as the arena gets silent. Hades looks around at all of the fans. He holds the mic up...}
Hades: Well, it looks like Hades is back. After one long week, I have been gone, at home with my wife Aqua. I know I am not schedualed to be here tonight, but I decided to let everyone know what has been going on. Just recently, I have won the Light-heavyweight Championship, like I said. Well, this championship will not leave my site, and as far as my brother Magic is concerned, congrats. I haven't even talked to anybody lately, so I am here just to tell everybody that I am fine, and ready to get back into action. Also, most of you might know that I was attack after my last match from Len "The lizard" DeBreay. And just to tell him a thing or two, I am not going to take this sitting down. Len, you might have made an example of me on Manslaughter last week, but when we meet again, there will be no more examples. I will make you proof that I am a willing, and determind champion. And come that day when we do meet again, I will have you sent into that bag with the thing in there, and shipped off to Austraila, where you could be hunted down by the crock hunter himself. So Len, be prepared for the blue streek because it is about to hit. It's tome for my spotlight to shine, and show why I am the son and brother of the best athletes ever known to man. Let the era of blueness begin.
{"Purple hills" by D-12 plays as the arena once again goes blue. Hades and Aqua get out of the ring, then walks back to the backstage area.}
---Commercial Break---
*The lights in the arena go out and a thick fug engulfs the stage. "Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed begins to pound through the arena as the crowd looks at the entry way puzzled. A man steps out onto the ramp dressed in a long sleeve black shirt with a giant red V in the middle. He has on a pair of black gloves and black tights. His face is covered by a black mask with red fire around the eye holes and a red lightning bolt going down between his eyes. He makes his way down the ramp slowly looking around. He slides into the ring and calls for a mic.*
Fortune: Who is this guy?
Hunt: Ya got me.
Fortune: Can we get some security?
Man: I know all of you are wondering who I am. Well to be honest I don't give a damn what you people want. I'm out here to let all of you know something. Roll the footage.
*The Zero-tron shows T-Rex receiving several phone calls from the doctor trying to find out about his wife.*
Man: Well Rexy. You can wonder no longer. Your looking at the man that knocked up that little b*tch of a wife you have. You see she was looking for a REAL man to satisfy her and she found the man.
*The man begins to pace the ring as the fans begin to chant ASSHOLE!*
Man: You see Rex. I didn't do this to get at you. Oh no. I know your thinking I did this just to make a name for myself. Granted no one knows my name now. But everyone will know my name very soon. Thanks to that skank of a wife you have. And one last thing. You can have your hoe back. She was just weekend p*ssy.
*"Midwest Swing" by the St. Lunatics begins to play as T-Rex comes running down the ramp. The man runs out of the ring and leaps over the guard rail and makes his way through the crowd. T-Rex jumps the rail and takes off after the man.*
Fortune: I don't know what to say.
Hunt: For once I'm a loss for words.
Fortune: Well one good thing came from this.
---Fatal Four Way Match: Shadow vs. Zeke vs. Len “Lizard” DeBreay vs. Manic Depression—
Fortune: Coming up next is the fatal four- way elimination match. I’ve been looking forward to this match. We will get to see some of the hottest newcomers to the GZW!
Hunt: Wicked Ways is the self- proclaimed “Future of the GZW” and I believe him, but these four men look to be the next evolution of GZW!
Manic Depression is the first to be introduced. He makes his way down to the ring as the fans give him a small pop. A fan’s sign reads, “You’re depressed cause no knows you in GZW!” Another sign reads, “Howdy, stranger!”
Next, the as of late strange acting, Shadow makes his way to the ring. Slowly striding to the ring and cracking his knuckles, Shadow carries a serious demeanor to the ring. A fan’s sign reads, “I think I’ve seen you on America’s Most Wanted!” Another sign reads, “You’ll always be second best to Magic!!”
Out next is the crazed poem writing Len “The Lizard” DeBreay. He walks down the rampway with a dark and ominous glare. Len walks into the ring at Manslaughter, to the sounds of a banjo been played. and takes a microphone from the ring announcer
" Aye have written a poem for tonight . .............................
ittle Zeke , ittle Zeke
Lay on the floor .
I put him through a plate glass window
next I'll puy him through the door
ittle shadow ittle shadow
following me around
I put out your light
and you'll vanish without a sound
ittle manic ittle manic
depressed again it seems
I'll beat your ass black and blue
and you know what depression means
ittle boy ittle boy
Your daddies ittle boy
your daddies favourite but
Your never better than me "
Len throws the paper with the poem on over his shoulder and prepare to fight.
Fortune: What in the world kind of drugs is Len DeBreay on?
Hunt: What? That’s William Shakespeare quality poetry, Kandi! Can you not appreciate class?
Finally, Zeke comes walking down glaring at Len the entire length of his walk. A fan’s sign reads, “Stalking is against the law in Georgia!!” Another sign states, “Just go buy your own bag!!”
Zeke and Shadow pair off, hammering each other with right hands as Len clotheslines Manic out of the ring. As Manic slowly tries to regain his senses on the floor, Len dives over the top rope, wiping out Manic with a cross body.
Fortune: Holy Jazmin Andrea!
Len rolls Manic in the ring. Len gets back in the ring and lifts Manic up to his feet. Len sets up Manic in a “torture rack” position and drops him with a burning hammer. Len goes for a cover.
1 … 2 …
Fortune: Three! And just like that Manic depression has been eliminated!
Hunt: Damn that was quick!
Fortune: I bet women you’ve been with say that a lot, huh, Alex?
Meanwhile, Zeke with a rapid succession of right hands to the head of Shadow. Irish whip by Zeke. Reversal by Shadow. Shadow goes for a clothesline, but Zeke ducks it and ends up behind Shadow. Zeke hooks Shadow’s waist from behind and drops him with a belly to back suplex. Zeke lifts up Shadow, hooks his head, lifts him up and drops him on his head with a brainbuster. Zeke goes for the cover, but Len breaks up the count.
Fortune: What in the world? This is an elimination match. Why didn’t Len just let Zeke pin Shadow?
Hunt: I think “The Lizard” wants to be the one to put Shadow out! Besides no one is better than Len!
Len lifts up Shadow to his feet, scoops him up and drops him on his head with an emerald fusion. The cover by Len.
1 … 2…
Fortune: Three! Shadow has been eliminated!
Hunt: Len is doing mighty quick work of his opponents, isn’t he?
Len gets up and gets right in the face of Zeke. The two men stand nose to nose. Len shoves Zeke back a few feet. Zeke comes right back with a shove of his own. Len takes offense to Zeke’s shove and goes after him with a flurry of right hands to the head. Irish whip by Len. Reversal by Zeke. Len bounces off the ropes and Zeke drops him to the mat with a back elbow to the jaw.
Zeke lifts up Len, but Len rakes the eyes of his opponent. Len measures up Zeke and lands several stiff right hands. Irish whip by Len. Reversal by Zeke. Zeke goes to scoop his opponent coming off the ropes, but Len floats over and lands behind him. Len hooks the waist and drops Zeke on the back of his head with a release German suplex.
Hunt: Oh man! What a wicked looking German suplex! Somebody ask Zeke if he knows what his name is or what year it is!
Len slowly gets up and moves in on his opponent like ahow a lion stalks its prey. With Zeke on the mat, Len stomps away on him, kicking him in the ribs. Len lifts up Zeke and hammers him with a stiff punch to the head. Irish whip by Len sends Zeke to the ropes. Zeke bounces off. Len lifts up Zeke by the waist and drops him down with a sideslam. The cover by Len.
1 … 2…
Fortune: Kick out by Zeke!
Len lifts up Zeke to his feet and shoves him into the corner. Len with punches and kicks in the corner on Zeke. Len then chokes him with a boot across the throat. Len with an Irish whip sends Zeke into the opposite corner. Len charges in, but Zeke changes out of the corner and nails Len with a spear.
Fortune: Zeke pulls the spear out of nowhere!
Hunt: That almost sounds kinky!
Zeke gets on top of the downed Len and pummels him with rapid right hands. Ref Donald Fey has to step in to pull Zeke off. Zeke lifts up Len and whips him to the ropes. Len bounces off the ropes and ducks a Zeke clothesline. Len bounces off the ropes, but Zeke catches him and just plants him down hard with a spinebuster.
Fortune: What a ring rattling spinebuster! Somebody call a chiropractor!
Zeke lifts up Len by the head. He hooks both of Len’s arms, going for a tiger driver (double underhook powerbomb), but Len fights out, countering with a back body drop, sending Zeke crashing down to the mat. Zeke gets up slowly to his feet. Zeke turns around only to nearly get beheaded by a clothesline from Len.
Hunt: Whoa! My neck hurts just watching that!
Len lifts up Zeke, scoops him up and slams him down to the mat. With his opponent on the mat, Len climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Len leaps off with a top rope legdrop, but Zeke rolls out of the way.
Fortune: Huge high risk taken by Len and he’s paying for it!
Zeke gets back up to his feet. He lifts Len up to his feet. Right hands by Zeke followed with an Irish whip. Reversal by Len. Len drops his head down. Zeke comes off the ropes, puts on the brakes and kicks Len to stun him. Zeke then quickly hooks both arms and drops Len with a sitdown tiger driver for a pin. Ref Fey makes the count.
1 … 2 …
Fortune: No! Kick out by Len DeBreay!
Hunt: What a competitor Len is!
Zeke lifts up Len to his feet, but Len fights back with right hands to the midsection and then to the head. Len with an Irish whip, reversed by Zeke. Len bounces off the ropes. Zeke with a back hand chop that Len ducks. Len bounces off the far ropes. Zeke catches Len and wraps him up in a sleeper hold.
Fortune: Zeke with the sleeper!
Hunt: You think?
Len counters the sleeper by moving to the side, hooks Zeke’s waist and drops him with a belly to back suplex. Len pops back up to his feet and calls for the end of the match. Len scoops up Zeke, setting him up for an emerald fusion, but Zeke slips off and lands behind Len. Zeke hooks Len’s head from behind and drops him with an inverted DDT. Zeke makes the cover.
1 … 2 …
Fortune: Three! Zeke wins the Fatal Four Way Elimination match!
With his hands raised in celebration and back to his fallen opponent, Zeke never notices that Len gets to his feet, comes behind him and locks in a crossface. Len cinches in the submission move and begins screaming, “Daddy’s ittle boy …never better than me!”
Fortune: The match is over! Someone stop this!
Hunt: Zeke might have won, but I don’t think he’ll be walking out of here on his own!
---Backstage---
{Dameon is shown in the halls of the arena where Manslaughter is currently being held, getting a cud of coffie. He picks up the cup full of steaming coffie. He then walks down the hall and into his locker room. He puts down his hot drink on the table in the middle of the ring. He looks up, to see Weston Bentley sitting on the couch.}
Dameon: What are you doing here?
Weston: If I wanted to be here, you would see a rolled up piece of paper in my hand with smoke coming out of it. GZW wants me to get an interview, and for some reason they always pick me!
Dameon: Well, the faster you get to talking, the fast you can leave.
Weston: Thank God! Anyways, what do you think about your match tonight with...
Dameon: Ok, Do I care who the opponents are? I mean, when you stick Me and Big C. on one team, we are unstoppable. It's like sticking two mice in the ring with two huge lions, ready to attack. So, lets just say our opponents are mice, and we are the lions. Well, it is plain and simple that the Cremator and Big Country Cutter is the attack, and when the attack strikes, so does our victory. But, I have better things to do than talk about the match. Now beat it.
Weston: Like always, it is my pleasure, to get out of your way. Oh, and what do you feel about Fubu beating you for the TV Championship?
Dameon: And my pleasure to help you out if you don't anytime soon. And as far as Fubu is concerned, he is the target because the missile is going to hit soon, and when it does, good things don't happen.
{Weston smiles at Dameon, and walks out of the room. Dameon shakes his head, and sits down on his couch as the scene fades.}
---The Collective---
Inside the dressing room of the tag team legends, Heaven’s Angels is Nathaniel Davis, dressed in black slacks and a silk black button down shirt, talking to Jason ArcAngel, who is dressed in his wrestling attire. ArcAngel is applying the finishing touches to his taped wrists and hands.
Davis: Jaye, you don’t have to do this! I’m back now. That speech you gave to me two weeks ago woke me up!!
ArcAngel: (smiling) That’s quite alright, Nathaniel. This is my battle. You conserve your strength for the war. You show Maxx Pain that evil never prospers. Make him realize that there will always be good men in this sport like you and I.
Davis: This is insane, though, Jaye! A damn stretcher match!! You could seriously be hurt tonight.
ArcAngel: No more than you in your Extreme match with Pain. Besides, one way or another this will be my last match.
Davis: Just know that I’ll be watching.
ArcAngel: No, Nathaniel. I’m going to do this my way. Heaven’s Angel’s way. (finishing taping his hands) So long, my friend.
ArcAngel and Davis hug, knowing this will be there last time in the GZW together. ArcAngel leaves out of the room heading to the entranceway, leaving Davis alone in the room.
Davis: Goodbye, old friend.
---Stretcher Match: Jason ArcAngel vs. Soul Shaker ---
Fortune: Up next is a first in the GZW! A stretcher match where the object is to put your opponent on a stretcher and then put them in an ambulance!
Hunt: Holy HMO! Some may feel that Jason ArcAngel, by name alone, has the advantage in this match. But I would not bet against the man from the Dark Side, Soul Shaker!
Fortune: Jason ArcAngel has said that this will be his final match in the GZW. Will he retire a winner here tonight or will he be put out of action by Soul Shaker?
Soul Shaker, escorted by Dark Angel Kim, makes his way down to the ring as the fans boo. A fan’s sign reads, “Vengence is mine sayeth ArcAngel”. Shaker climbs up to the apron and enters the ring with an arrogant demeanor.
Jason ArcAngel comes out next to the ring. He runs down the rampway and slides into the ring. Shaker quickly stomps on ArcAngel as he slides in. Shaker hammers ArcAngel with right hands and whips him to the ropes. Shaker goes to scoop up ArcAngel coming off the ropes, but ArcAngel floats over behind Shaker. ArcAngel lifts up Shaker and nails him with an atomic drop. Shaker walks forward stunned after the move. Shaker turns back around only to have ArcAngel clothesline him, sending him over the top rope and to the Coliseum floor.
Fortune: Quickly the match goes to the floor!
ArcAngel gets on the apron as Shaker slowly gets up on the floor. ArcAngel leaps off, dropping a double ax handle to the head of Shaker. ArcAngel takes control of the match at ringside, lifting up Shaker and slamming his face into the steel guard rail. Shaker leans over the rail and grabs a beer from a ringside fan. Shaker turns and tosses the alcoholic beverage into the eyes of ArcAngel, blinding him.
Hunt: That’s one way to have a cold one!
With ArcAngel blinded, Shaker reaches out and drives ArcAngel’s jaw into the top of Shaker’s head with a jawbreaker. Shaker gets on top of ArcAngel on the arena floor, beating him down with furious right hands.
Hunt: Beat him like a dog!
Shaker lifts up ArcAngel and slams his face into the steel steps. Soul Shaker then goes to whip ArcAngel, but ArcAngel reverses, sending Shaker crashing into the guardrail. ArcAngel charges at Shaker, but Shaker counters with a backbody drop that sends ArcAngel over the guardrail and into the crowd.
Fortune: Look out! This match is now going into the crowd!
Hunt: Talk about in your face action!
Shaker climbs over the rail to go after ArcAngel, who lays on the cold arena floor. Shaker grabs a fan’s chair at ringside and smashes it over the head of Jason ArcAngel. Shaker then grabs a nightstick from a nearby security guard and proceeds to batter ArcAngel with it. On his hands and knees, ArcAngel tries to get back up, but Shaker continues to strike with the nightstick.
Shaker tosses ArcAngel over the rail and back to ringside. ArcAngel slowly gets up, clutching his ribs. Shaker hops onto the guardrail and leaps at ArcAngel leveling him with a clothesline. Shaker grabs the timekeeper’s chair, folds it up and holds it high above his head, ready to drop another chairshot. But ArcAngel gets up and kicks Shaker in the mid section. ArcAngel then quickly drops Shaker with a DDT.
ArcAngel takes the chair dropped by Shaker and lands a booming chairshot to the back of Shaker, then another shot to the head. Shaker drops to the floor. Shaker crawls toward the steps to try to pull himself up. With Shaker’s face near the steps, ArcAngel nails Shaker in the back of the head with a chairshot, also driving Shaker’s face into the steps.
Fortune: What a chairshot! Soul Shaker’s head basically got sandwiched by the chair and the steel steps!
Hunt: What kind of good guy is ArcAngel?! Good guys are supposed to help people, not cause head trauma!
ArcAngel lifts Shaker up to his feet, but Shaker somehow manages to nail ArcAngel with a lowblow. Shaker then musters his strength to toss ArcAngel into the steel steps. Shaker then grabs some nearby cable cords and wraps them around the neck of ArcAngel, choking the very life out of him.
Fortune: This is sheer brutality!
Hunt: What else would you expect from an ambulance match? A game of hopscotch or ring around the rosie?
Shaker releases the choke on ArcAngel. Shaker pulls out a table from under the ring and sets it up at ringside.
Fortune: What is he going to do with that?
Shaker then climbs up to the apron, dragging ArcAngel up with him. With both men standing on the apron, Shaker puts ArcAngel’s head between his legs, lifts him up by the waist and leaps off the apron, driving ArcAngel through the table with a pile driver.
Fortune: HOLY JAZMINE ANDREA!
Hunt: You can say that again! ArcAngel may have had his head busted open like a melon!
The scene looks like a train wreck as ArcAngel and Shakre lay on the arena floor as pieces of wood are scattered everywhere. Shaker slowly gets up as the crowd is on its feet, still stunned from the amazing move. Shaker drags the limp and lifeless body of ArcAngel, dragging him up the ramp toward the stretcher and ambulance near the stage area.
Fortune: This one may be over!
Near the stage area, Shaker pulls the stretcher from the ambulance and folds it out. Shaker tries to put ArcAngel on the stretcher, but somehow, ArcAngel fights back with right hands.
Fortune: Where is ArcAngel finding the strength to fight back after getting pile driven off the apron through a table to the floor?
ArcAngel fights back with right hands to the head of Shaker, but Shaker also fires back with right hands of his own. Both men exchange blows and end up climbing into the back of the ambulance.
Fortune: They are both in the ambulance! But the way to win is to place your opponent on the stretcher, put them in the ambulance and close the door!
Both men are fighting in the cramped ambulance. It is hard for the cameraman to actually get a good shot of what is going on in the ambulance. Suddenly from another angle, we see Shaker go crashing out of the ambulance through the front windshield.
Fortune: Ohmigosh! Soul Shaker just got tossed through the windshield!
Hunt: I can’t believe this! No wonder why Jason ArcAngel got fired from the church!
Shaker lays on the concrete a bloody mess and covered in shards of glass. ArcAngel climbs through the broken windshield with blood streaming down his face. ArcAngel lifts Shaker to his feet. ArcAngel with several right hands rock Shaker’s head. ArcAngel drags Shaker toward the stretcher and lays him out on it. ArcAngel loads the stretcher and Shaker into the ambulance.
Fortune: All ArcAngel has to do now to win the match is close the ambulance door!
ArcAngel grabs the door and goes to close it, but Shaker gets off the stretcher and kicks the door right into the face of ArcAngel.
Hunt: Close, but no cigar! This match ain’t over yet!
ArcAngel holds his mouth as Shaker grabs the stretcher and pushes it out of the ambulance, slamming it into ArcAngel’s face.
Hunt: Medical practice, Soul Shaker-style!
Shaker grabs a nearby camera from a cameraman, turns towards ArcAngel and then smashes it over his head.
Fortune: That was a very expensive camera!
Hunt: ArcAngel is the CEO of Halo Inc.! Put it on his tab!
Shaker places a bloody and battered Jason ArcAngel on the folded stretcher. Instead of going to put him in the ambulance, Shaker climbs up to the stage high above.
Fortune: What is this lunatic doing?
Hunt: Like R. Kelly, Soul Shaker believes he can fly!
With ArcAngel on the stretcher down below, Shaker stands on the stage looking to the crowd. Shaker stands near the edge and leaps off, but ArcAngel gets off the stretcher at the last possible moment. Shaker crashes ribs first into the stretcher from twenty feet up.
Fortune: Great Stephon Elijah! He may have busted his ribs!
ArcAngel lifts up Shaker to his feet. Jason lifts him high in the air in the power bomb position, runs toward some electrical equipment and power bombs Shaker against it. Sparks fly everywhere as Shaker is sent crashing into the equipment.
Fortune: Ohmigosh! Soul Shaker may be fried!
Hunt: That sick and deranged bastard!
ArcAngel drags the bloodied, bruised, and burnt body of Soul Shaker and places him on the stretcher. Jason ArcAngel then loads up Shaker into the ambulance and closes the door to win the match.
Fortune: It’s over! Jason ArcAngel wins it in his final GZW appearance!
With Shaker in the ambulance, Jason ArcAngel is tossed some keys from the standby EMT’s. ArcAngel gets into the driver seat of the ambulance, turns on the lights atop the vehicle and drives out of the Coliseum.
---Backstage---
[Mooncat and Firefly are seen stepping into the GZW arena. They walk past various GZW staff and say there hello's as usual. They come to Firefly’s locker room and step inside. The light is off as they enter, Firefly shuts the door behind him. He switches on the light to reveal standing in front of them, 'The British Butcher', the despicable, Union Jack. Firefly jaw drops. UJ has a metal chair in his hand, with one quick swing Firefly gets a mouth full of metal and flies across the room, hitting the wall and slumping down unconscious and blood pouring from his mouth.]
Mooncat: You f#cking! ...
[Before the Arabian Assassin, Mooncat, can finish her sentence she too gets a chairshot knocking her clean through the closed door and out into the backstage area. The whole of the GZW backroom staff rush over as they do Union Jack walks out of the broken doorway and into the backstage area, chair still in hand. The staff all back away from Mooncat who is lying in a pool of her own blood. UJ walks over and looks down at her and begins to laugh.]
UJ - Not so f#cking! hard now are ya eh ?
[UJ brings down the chair again and again on her body until all the staff rush UJ and pull him off her. UJ begins to scream at Mooncat as they pull him away.]
UJ - Your gonna end up in a bed next to that old slag you know, I ain't finished with you yet Lez and tell Bugboy to come and get some too. Your both gonna be butchered ...British style bitch.
---Taped Interview---
Monarch, the current HKWF Heavyweight Champion, is sitting in a chair with the backdrop of the letters “HKWF”. Around his head he is wearing a bandana which resembles the British flag. He has on dark shades covering his eyes. The promotional t-shirt he is wearing is black and says, “Real Wrestling: HKWF” on the front.On his lap lays the HKWF Heavyweight belt.
“It’s been two f#ckin’ weeks since you GZW bastards have left my yard. Am I happy? Hell, yeah, I am!! Everyone wants to know why the “Wrestling Franchise” interfered in Nathaniel Davis’ match at HeatWave? If you were bloody intelligent enough, you would know that Monarch takes second seat to no one. For years I have busted my @ss to show the industry that Monarch is the “WRESTLING Franchise” not just some “Entertainment Franchise”.
“Nathaniel Davis, you would never survive in a real match. A stomp down, drag out, no-holds barred war. Not like that stupid Last Man Standing match you are involved in on Manslaughter. The same type of matches which my legend was built upon. Your newfound buddy, Gideon, knows what I speak of. Much like his pathetic @ss, Davis, you will come to fear the power of Monarch.”
“Let it be written. Let it be done!!”
---Big Country and Dameon vs. Freak Mauler and Lance Hell---
Fortune: Up next should be a great tag team matchup as the last of the Theory, Big Country and Dameon, team up to face the sadistic team of Freak Mauler and Lance Hell!
Hunt: It’s a damn shame what Wicked Ways did to CHAOS THEORY © at Heatwave! Speaking of the first ever GZW pay per view, it can now be purchased VHS or DVD at a local retailer near you!
Fortune: Always the salesman, Alex?
First to come down the rampway, are Big Country and Dameon. The fans greet the duo with a resounding boo. Both men are all business as they make their way to the ring.
Fortune: I wonder what direction Big Country and Dameon will take now that the other three members of Dark Storm Rising are out of commission and Sincere has abandoned them?
Hunt: Add to the fact that Dameon lost the TV Title to that goon, Fubu, and the future doesn’t look pretty for them! But Big Country does have the Extreme title!
Next out are Freak Mauler and Lance Hell. The crowd gives out an even louder boo for the newest pair of heels in the GZW.
Both teams point to each other exchanging words. Freak and Dameon start it off for their respective teams. Both mean move in to lock up. Dameon comes out of it locking in a standing armbar. Dameon cranks on the arm. Freak flips forward, getting out of the armbar. Freak, still holds onto Dameon’s wrist and flips him onto the mat. Dameon slowly gets back up, eyeing Freak with disgust.
Fortune: Freak Mauler showing his technical skills escaping that armbar!
Hunt: Hmm. Who would I cheer for?
Freak moves in on Dameon. Both men lock up again. This time, Freak takes down Dameon with a crisp armdrag. Dameon gets up to his feet. Freak with a series of right hands to the head. Irish whip by Freak. Dameon comes off the ropes. Freak with an explosive clothesline, drops his opponent to the mat.
Fortune: Alone, Freak Mauler and Lance hell are vicious! Teaming them together is phenomenal!
Hunt: Still trying to decide who to cheer for!
Freak tags in Lance. They both go to work on Dameon. Freak and Lance whip Dameon to the ropes. Both men with kicks to the midsection of Dameon, then they lift him up in the air and back down with a double delayed suplex. Freak points at Country before he goes back to the corner. Lance lifts Dameon to his feet. Lance with several stiff right hands followed by an Irish whip. Dameon ducks a clothesline attempt, bounces off the ropes and levels Lance with a flying forearm smash. Dameon goes to the corner and tags in Big Country.
Fortune: Here comes Big Country!
Hunt: Kandi Fortune, a talent for revealing the obvious!
Country gets in the ring and hammers away on Lance with big haymaker right hands. Country shoves Lance into the corner and lays in a series of rapid kicks, each one heard loud and clear in the nosebleed seats. Country whips Lance to the opposite corner. Lance hits the turnbuckle hard. Country charges in, but Lance gets out of the way and Country eats the top turnbuckle. Lance gets behind a stunned Country, hooks his waist and drops him with a belly to back suplex.
Fortune: Big Country with a big mistake and it cost him!
Lance Hell then sets up Country in the tree of woe. Lance lands several kicks to the midsection of the upside down Country. Lance then backs up, charges in and nails Country in the face with a baseball slide.
Fortune: Ouch!
Hunt: Help me out, Kandi! Who should I cheer for?
Lance tags in Freak. Freak hooks Country’s legs. Freak then catapults Country right out of a charging clothesline from Lance. Freak then goes for the cover, but Country kicks out.
Hunt: Maybe I won’t cheer for either? What if I cheer for both?
Freak lifts up Country and drops him to the mat with a bulldog. Freak gets on the apron and looks to the crowd. The fans boo wildly. Country slowly gets to his feet, springboards off the top rope, but Country kicks him out of midair wit a jumping forward roadhouse kick.
Fortune: What a counter by Big Country!
Hunt: Hmm. Big Country and Dameon were apart of Dark Storm Rising and the Theory, but Freak Mauler and Lance Hell have showed some nasty tactics since their arrival!
Country lifts up Freak and drags him into his corner, Country tags in Dameon. Both men pummel Freak with punches in the corner. They then whip Freak to the ropes. The two veterans slam Freak down hard into the mat with a double “Acolyte” style spinebuster.
Fortune: Brutal!
Country goes back to the corner, while Dameon lifts up Freak to his feet. Dameon with several stiff right hands. Irish whip by Dameon. Freak comes off the ropes and Dameon with a ring rattling powerslam. The cover by Dameon. But Freak kicks out.
Fortune: So close! Both teams are fighting for their lives here!
Hunt: I just can’t decide!
Dameon looks to Country, giving him the “it’s over” look. Dameon lifts Freak up onto his shoulders, but Freak slips off and lands behind Dameon. Dameon turns around. Freak goes for a kick, but Dameon catches the leg. Freak hops off the free leg and nails Dameon in the back of the head with an enziguri kick.
Fortune: What a move by Freak Mauler!
Hunt: Hmm. This is really bothering me!
Freak goes to his corner and tags in his partner. Lance come into the ring. Dameon gets to his feet and gets leveled by a Lance Hell clothesline. Country gets in the ring and he gets clotheslined out of the ring for his troubles by Lance. Lance lifts Dameon to his feet. Irishwhip by Lance. Dameon comes off the ropes. Lance lifts him up in a gorilla press and then quickly turns him over in midair, taking him down in an inverted headlock takedown.
Fortune: Devastating!
Hunt: Hmm. I think…
Lance then tags Freak Mauler. Lance has Dameon in a Texas cloverleaf. Freak climbs to the top turnbuckle, looks to the crowd, leaps off and nails a guillotine leg drop to the back of Dameons head.
Fortune: This one is over! The cover by Freak Mauler!
1 … 2 …
Fortune: Three! Freak Mauler and Lance Hell win it!
Hunt: Yes! I was cheering for Freak Mauler and Lance Hell the entire time!
Fortune: Give me a break Alex!
---Last Man Standing Match: Maxx Pain vs. Nathaniel “Entertainment Franchise” Davis---
Fortune: In the growing tradition of the GZW, up next we will witness the infamous Last Man Standing match! The rules are simple, render your opponent unable to get up to his feet after a ten count and you win the match!
Hunt: Since Maxx Pain stepped onto the path of destruction at HeatWave, he has been nothing short of excellent!
Fortune: But the self-proclaimed “Career Killer” will be facing the GZW “Entertainment Franchise” Nathaniel Davis, who has reaffirmed his crusade against all rulebreakers!
The lights in the Coliseum go out as Maxx Pain’s music plays. The fans boo with hatred for the face turned heel. As the lights come on, strolling down the rampway is the second largest man in the GZW, Maxx Pain. A fan’s sign reads, “Pain or Steele, you still suck!!”
“Bad to the Bone” by George Thorogood and The Destroyers blares over the PA system as Davis steps onto the entranceway with his head down and his hands together near his crotch. As the pyro erupts and lights flash, Davis raises his arms above his head and lifts his head with a huge grin on his face. The crowd explodes with face pop. Davis runs down the rampway and quickly slides into the ring.
Pain and Davis charges at each other like two rams.
Fortune: Here we go!
The two men go at it, exchanging huge right and lefts. Although Davis is shorter, he gets the better of the exchange, hammering Pain in the head with rapid rights. Irish whip by Davis is reversed by Pain. Davis comes off the ropes, ducks a clothesline, bounces off the opposite ropes and levels the bigger man with a diving forearm smash between the eyes.
Fortune: Listen to these fans behind Davis!
Davis lifts the bigger man up to his feet. Davis beats down the giant in the corner, laying in hammering punches and wicked kicks to the midsection. Davis goes for an Irish whip to the opposite corner, but Pain reverses. Davis hits the turnbuckle hard. Pain charges in, but Davis catches him with two boots to the face. Pain turns around, stumbling and checking his mouth for blood. Davis charges out of the corner and drives Pain’s large cranium into the mat with a bulldog. Pain slowly regains his senses and gets back up to his feet. Davis charges and sends him out of the ring and to the floor with a flying clothesline.
Fortune: Out goes Maxx Pain!
Hunt: But the “Career Killer” lands on his feet!
Pain stands on the floor, shaking out the cobwebs. Davis runs to the ropes and slingshots himself over the top rope and flies at Maxx with a plancha. But to no avail as Pain catches Davis in midair.
Fortune: Ohmigosh! He caught him as if he were catching a football!
Pain holds Davis in his arms, charges and slams his back into the steel post not once, but twice. Pain still holding onto Davis, turns and powerslams him onto the Coliseum floor.
Fortune: Holy Jazmin Andrea!
With Davis on the mat, Pain gets up on the apron. Pain leaps off and comes down on Davis’ chest with a double foot stomp.
Fortune: He might have damn well broken his ribs and lungs!
Hunt: Good! Hopefully we won’t ever have to hear Davis’ crying about he’s the “Entertainment Franchise” anymore!
Davis lays on the floor, clutching his chest and ribs. Pain takes time to mouth off to some fans at ringside. Pain lifts up Davis by the hair. Pain whips Davis into the steel steps.
Fortune: Maxx Pain is in complete control here! And they are now right in front of us!
Pain lifts Davis up to his feet once more. Pain hoists up Davis in a powerbomb position near the announcers table.
Fortune: He’s going for the Master Blaster on Davis through the table!
Hunt: Do it! I’ll be willing to sacrifice our table if it means the end of Nathaniel Davis!
Pain has Davis high in the air, but Davis has plenty of fight left in him. While held up high and sitting on Pain’s shoulders, Davis fights back with stiff right hands to the head. Davis breaks free and lands standing on the annoucer’s table. With one quick motion, Davis grabs Pain’s hair and hits a sitdown facebuster (X-factor) through the announcers table.
Fortune: Holy Jazmine Andrea! Davis just drove Pain’s face through our table!
Hunt: No! Not our lovely table!
Davis rises to his feet as the crowd roars for their favorite gladiator. Davis tosses several chairs and steel steps into the ring. Then he turns his attention back to his opponent. Davis opens a chair and places it on the arena floor. He then places a slumped over Pain’s head face down on the open chair. Davis then climbs up to the apron. He leaps off the apron and stomps the back of Pain’s head right into the chair. The steel chair collapses under the weight of Pain’s head and a landing Davis.
Fortune: Great Stephon Elijah! A match like this should be for pay per view! The fans are going absolutely crazy!
Fans: G-Z-W! G-Z-W!
Davis slowly gets up to his feet as he may have hurt his ankle on that stomp. Pain rolls over onto his back, his face dripping with blood as it was driven into the steel chair. A mangled mess of steel and blood is what’s left on the former chair.
Hunt: This is a bloody mess!
Davis grabs Pain by his blood soaked hair and rolls the big man into the ring. Davis slides into the ring and grabs one of the many chairs that he threw into the ring earlier. Davis smacks the chair on the mat as if he were a batter waiting for his pitch. Pain slowly pulls himself up using the ropes. Davis with a vicious chair shot that drops the massive Maxx Pain to one knee.
Fortune: Pain is still up! Remarkable!
Davis rears back and unleashes one more furious chair shot to the top of Pain’s head. The chair is busted over his large skull. The steel chair is stuck on Pain’s large head.
Fortune: Ohmigosh! The chair looks like a hat on his head!
Hunt: Not only that, but Pain is still on one knee!
Davis is shocked. He grabs another chair and runs to the ropes for momentum. As Davis rebounds off the ropes, Pain gets up and nails a big boot, kicking the chair into Davis’ face. The fan favorite lays on the mat. Pain takes the chair off of his head. He takes it, jumps high in the air, puts the chair under his massive leg and drops onto the head of Davis.
Fortune: An Arabian facebuster by the big man! What elevation! What impact!
Hunt: Pain must be hanging out with FireFly’s bimbo, Mooncat!
The crowd cannot believe the carnage they are witnessing. Pain, with blood still all over his face, slowly lifts up Davis by the back of his neck. He lifts up his opponent in the air, still clutching the back of his neck, then drives him face first into the steel chair on the mat.
Fortune: A reverse chokeslam! Maxx Pain is showing what his path of destruction is all about!
Hunt: Look at Davis! Maxx pain is more than a wrestler, he’s also a plastic surgeon!
Davis’ face is crimson with blood. It also appears as if he may have lost a few teeth on the reverse chokeslam into the chair. But Pain is not done. He goes and removes the padding from one of the top turnbuckles, exposing the steel. Pain lifts up Davis in a gorilla press and drops his face onto the steel.
Fortune: This cannot go on for much longer! No one can take much more of this, not even Davis!
Pain smiles evilly as Davis lays on the mat, holding his face. Blood staining his hands, Pain lifts Davis back up to his knees. Pain gets behind Davis. The bigger man grabs Davis’ head with both hands and like Zeus, viciously twists the neck.
Fortune: Ohmigosh! He nearly ripped his head off!
Pain places the steel steps on the mat. He lifts up a limp and bloodied Davis. Pain then drives him into the steel with a vicious powerbomb.
Fortune: Whoa! He damn near broke his back!
Hunt: Goodbye Nathaniel Davis!
With Davis laying on the steel steps in obvious agony, Pain looks at the stunned crowd. He places a steel chair on the chest of Davis who is still on the steps. He then climbs up to the middle turnbuckle.
Fortune: No! Don’t tell me he’s going to…
Hunt: That’s right, Kandi! One big splash coming up!
Pain stands on the middle turnbuckle, surveying the crowd. Then he leaps off going for a splash, but Davis rolls out of the way. Pain comes crashing down onto the steel steps.
Fortune: Pain took a huge high risk and it cost him big time! He may have hurt his ribs and knees on the missed splash! Davis has life yet in this match!
Davis, still in serious pain, rolls off the steps and onto his back, he places a steel chair onto the chest of Maxx. Davis then grabs the steel steps and slams them into the chair, right into the ribs of Pain. Maxx moans like a huge beast in pain. Davis then lifts up the big man and drives his head into the mat with a jumping DDT onto the steel chair. Davis ignores the pain and feeds off the energy from the crowd. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Pain slowly gets up to his feet. Davis leaps off the turnbuckle and nails Pain with a missile dropkick. The force of the dropkick sends Pain across the ring.
Fortune: The “Entertainment Franchise” displaying that never quit attitude tonight!
Pain is near the ropes and rolls out of the ring. He tries to regroup out on the rampway, but Davis runs to the ropes and wipes out Pain with a suicide dive on the floor.
Fortune: Simply incredible! This is the great action that can only be found in the GZW!
Hunt: Well, I went to this house of leisure once and talk about action!
With that suicide dive, both men are laid out in the aisle. Referee Albertson has started her ten count. Both men get up slowly as the count reaches seven. Davis moves in toward Pain, but from the crowd comes Monarch.
Fortune: What is he doing here? He hasn’t been signed by GZW yet!
Monarch grabs a camera from a cameraman and smashes it in the face of Davis.
Hunt: Talk about GZW television! Now that’s entertainment! Hehee!
Monarch drops several clubbing forearms to the back of Davis as pain gets his senses. Seeing that Pain is now aware, Monarch tells him to finish the job. The fans are on their feet, Pain lifts up Davis in the air in a powerbomb position on his shoulders. Pain charges toward the video screen with Davis on his shoulders, slamming the back of Davis’ head against the video screen. While still holding onto Davis, Pain turns to face the crowd and then plants Davis into the steel stage floor with a Master Blaster (high angle powerbomb, Last Ride).
Fortune: Ohmigosh! Davis may never walk again after that!
Ref Albertson counts as Davis lays motionless on the stage. Pain looks to the crowd gloating while Monarch looks down at Davis.
6 … 7 …
Hunt: It’s over now! The “CareerKiller” has taken out the “CareerMaker”!
8 …
Fortune: Maxx Pain had help from that bastard, Monarch!
9 …
Fortune: Ten! Maxx Pain wins it! He wins the Last Man Standing match! Love him or hate him, Pain has made a point here tonight!
Pain looks down at Davis, as Monarch proceeds to stomp on him. The crowd erupts with cheers as Fubu and Smooth come running from backstage.
Fortune: It’s the TV Champion, Fubu, and the Intercontinental Champion, “Smooth Operator” Billy Bond.
Hunt: What in the hell do they want? They should just mind their own business!
Seeing the incoming calvary, Monarch jumps back over the guardrail and escapes into the crowd. Pain stands his ground but is quickly dropped as Smooth spears him in the gut and Fubu crashes into his bloodied face with a flying forearm smash. The trio roll down the rampway as officials flood the scene stopping the melee.
---Parking Lot---
A silver Jaguar with limo tinted windows pulls into the underground parking lot for GZW employees. The Jaguar is severely damaged along the front left hand side. The vanity plate on the front reads “4EVER”. The vehicle parks and out steps Forever, wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt.
Fortune: A silver Jaguar! And Forever’s is wrecked in the front! How convenient!
Hunt: Don’t start jumping to conclusions, Kandi! She could have hit a deer or hitchhiker or something!
Forever, looks around nervously, shuts the car door and bolts into the Coliseum.
Fortune: Alex, I bet you my next paycheck that Forever was the culprit in that hit and run on wicked Ways!
Hunt: Like I’ve always said, Sincere is the professor of psychological warfare and mastermind of mindgames!
---Commercial Break---
---Heavyweight Championship Match: Wicked Ways vs. “The Desert Storm” Magic---
Fortune: The main event picture is quite hazy at this time but with Sincere now taking the place of an injured Wicked Ways, we could possibly be seeing the crowning of a new champion in Sincere or the Champ, Magic, will successfully defend!
Hunt: If there is any justice, Sincere will beat the living crap out of that little punk Magic!
Fortune: Hopefully we will have a complete match unlike last week’s Manslaughter when Wicked Ways jumped T-Rex before the match was officially underway!
“Sprach Zarathrusta” by Richard Strauss echoes throughout the Coliseum as Sincere walks down the rampway accompanied by his wife, Forever. The capacity crowd let’s the former Heavyweight Champ know exactly what they think of him.
“Take A Look Around“ by Limp Bizkit comes on as pyro flashes along the entranceway and rampway. The fan’s erupt as Magic runs down the rampway not waiting to get his hands on Sincere. As Magic enters the ring through the ropes, Sincere jumps on the offensive, hammering away with stiff right hands. Irish whip by Sincere. Magic rebounds off the ropes. Sincere charges and nails Magic with a clothesline. With Magic on the mat, Sincere gets on top of his opponent and chokes him blatantly in front of Senior Referee Richard Dark.
Fortune: Sincere is showing his vicious side!
Hunt: As he should! Can you imagine stepping into the ring with the ring the man who stole your Championship belt?
Fortune: I think you have your facts mixed up, Alex! As usual!
Sincere breaks just before Ref Dark counts to five. Sincere lifts Magic up to his feet. Sincere then chokes magic using the tope rope. Once again, Ref dark counts for the break. Sincere releases the choke on the rope. Sincere whipsMagic to the far ropes. Magic bounces off the ropes. Sincere drops his head for a back body drop. Magic puts on the brakes, grabs Sincere by the hair and just slams the back of his head into the mat.
Hunt: He pulled his hair! DQ!
Sincere slowly gets up to his feet, only to get hammered with punches from Magic. Irish whip by Magic. Sincere comes off the ropes. Magic with a huge hiptoss takes down the Jade Dragon. Sincere gets up gingerly, holding his back. Magic moves in, hooks Sincere’s waist and takes him over with a belly- to- belly suplex. Sincere crawls up to his knees and begs off magic, but the Desert Storm doesn’t show mercy as he lifts up Sincere and rakes the eyes.
Fortune: Now Magic is showing his vicious side!
Hunt: How disgusting!
Magic beats down Sincere in the corner blasting him with rapid punches and kicks. Magic goes for the whip to the opposite corner, but Sincere reverses the whip right into a “stroke” facebuster.
Hunt: Boo yeah! Eat canvas, you punk!
Sincere lifts up Magic and tosses him out of the ring. While Senior Referee Dark reprimands Sincere, Forever stomps away on Magic.
Fortune: This is not fair!
Hunt: This isn’t about fair, Kandi! This is about Sincere becoming the two-time Heavyweight Champion!
Forever struggles to roll Magic back into the ring. Sincere lays the boots to Magic on the mat, kicking him as if he were a mangy dog. Sincere lifts Magic up to his feet and slams Magic’s head into the turnbuckle. In the corner, Sincere rocks Magic’s head with a series of European uppercuts. Magic drops to a seated position in the corner. Sincere then goes for a choke with his boot, right across the throat of Magic.
Fortune: Come on Ref! Make him break the choke!
Sincere lifts Magic out of the corner. Sincere with a crisp vertical suplex drops Magic on his back. Sincere with an arrogant and cocky smile, lifts up Magic and hammers him with measured right hands to the head. Irish whip by Sincere sends magic to the ropes. Sincere charges and levels Magic with a vicious clothesline.
Hunt: That’s right! Make him pay, Sincere!
Sincere lifts up Magic to his feet once again. Irish whip by Simcere, reversed by Magic. Magic picks up Sincere coming off the ropes and drops him on his “family jewels” with an inverted atomic drop. Sincere staggers back stunned. Magic charges and clothesline Sincere over the top rope and out the ring.
Fortune: Out goes Sincere!
Sincere crashes to the floor. Magic runs to the ropes, dives over and clears the top rope and wipes out Sincere with a tope atomico (senton dive).
Fortune: Holy Jazmin Andrea! What agaility displayed by the Heavyweight Champ!
As Magic stands above Sincere, Forever sneaks up behind Magic and nails him in the back with a double axhandle between the shoulder blades. Magic turns around to face Forever, not feeling any effect of the blow.
Fortune: Forever better run while she can!
Hunt: Magic wouldn’t dare hit Forever, would he?
Forever falls backward onto her butt, begging off Magic. Magic lifts up Forever by her hair as the fans cheer on Magic to let her have it, but Sincere comes to the rescue with a clubbing forearm blow to the back of Magic.
Hunt: Thank goodness for Sincere!
Sincere hooks Magic’s waist from behind and drops him on the back of his head on the steel steps with a belly- to- back suplex.
Fortune: Ohmigosh! Magic may have a concussion after that!
Hunt: As if he doesn’t deserve it!
Sincere rolls Magic back into the ring and gets into the ring himself. Sincere lifts a limp Magic up to his feet. Sincere looks to the booing crowd, giving a “thumbs down” gesture, calling for the end of the match. Sincere lifts up Magic upside down and drops him on his head with a jumping piledriver.
Fortune: Great Stephon Elijah! That did it! Magic can’t possibly get up after that!
Sincere makes the cover. Ref Dark makes the count.
1 … 2 …
Fortune: No! Magic somehow someway gets a shoulder up!
Sincere can’t believe it. He lifts Magic up to his feet and kicks him in the stomach. Sincere turns back to Magic and reaches back to grab his head, but Magic shoves Sincere in the back and into the ropes. Sincere bounces off the ropes. Magic catches him and drops Sincere with a Samoan drop as the fans erupt.
Fortune: Magic with his second wind! The match is not over yet!
The scene switches to the upstairs Command suite of Tate Edmonson. Inside watching tonight’s show on multiple monitors is John Profit. The phone rings on the desk. Profit ignores it at first, but as the phone continues to ring he finally lifts the receiver.
Profit: What is it? (pause) Who is on the way here? (longer pause) (Profit smiles devilishly) Well, when he gets here have no one impend his progress. Hell, escort him to the ring!
Profit laughs, hangs up the phone and turns his full attention back to the Manslaughter main event.
Profit: Things are about to get interesting!
Back in the ring, Magic lifts Sincere up to his feet and kicks him in the midsection. Magic runs to the ropes for momentum for his ax kick. As Magic hits the ropes Forever reaches out, grabs Magic’s legs and trips him. Magic falls face first to the mat. Magic slowly gets up. Sincere capitalizes on the situation by hooking Magic by the arms and dropping him with a double arm suplex.
Hunt: Take that Magic! Soon to be ex-Heavyweight Champion!
Sincere lifts up Magic and sits him up on the top turnbuckle. Sincere climbs up to the top turnbuckle as well, hooks Magic and drops back, slamming Magic with a superplex. Sincere rolls over to make the cover. Ref Dark with the count.
1 … 2 …
Fortune: No! The Champ manages to kick out again!
Hunt: Dammit!
Sincere can’t believe it. A furious Sincere gets in the face of Dark before turning his attention back to Magic. Sincere lifts up Magic. Irish whip by Sincere goes to scoop up Magic floats over and lands behind him. Sincere turns around. Magic with a kick to the midsection followed up with a diving powerbomb to turn the tide of the match.
Fortune: Both men are down on the mat1
Hunt: Get up, Sincere!
Backstage entering the underground parking lot, at full throttle, is Wicked Ways on his custom Harley Davidson. The motorcycle’s front wheel is warped as well as the handle bars are bent. Ways rides right past Forever’s silver Jaguar and into the backstage area, apparently heading for the ring area.
In the ring, both men slowly get up to their feet. Sincere goes for a big right hand, but Magic blocks it and fires back with right hands of his own. Irish whip by Magic. Sincere bounces off the ropes. Magic with a kick to the midsection, stuns Sincere and bends him over at the waist. Magic bounces off the ropes for momentum and drops an ax kick to the back of Sincere’s head. Magic gets back up to his feet as the fans cheer wildly.
Fortune: This could be the beginning of the end for Sincere!
“Hair of the dog” rips over the sound system as Ways comes down the rampway on his Harley, full speed toward the ring. The crowd pops with mixed reaction. Ways slams into the ring with his Harley and jumps onto the apron.
Hunt: the big bad boogieman, Wicked Ways is here! I hate it for Magic!
Fortune: Magic?! It was Sincere who had his wife hit Wicked with her Jaguar!
Magic turns to face Ways, as he climbs into the ring. Magic charges at the masked monster, but Ways simply punches him and Magic falls by the wayside. Ways makes his way toward the downed Sincere.
Hunt: No, no! Not Sincere, get Magic!
Ways lifts up the downed Sincere and throws him into the corner turnbuckle. Ways charges in and delivers a devastating clothesline. Sincere staggers out of the corner and straight into the waiting move Ways calls…
Fortune: Wicked Way! (elevated cradle neckbreaker)
From the crowd comes T-Rex. He quickly steps into the ring as Ways turns around. The masked monster charges at “The Enforcer” but Rex wraps him up and drops Ways with a belly-to-belly suplex. Rex stays on top of him and punches away furiously on Ways.
Hunt: Now all we need is “The Fairplay Enforcers” Firefly out here to have a replay of last week’s show!
Referee’s and officials run down the rampway to break up the fighting. The show ends with John Profit sitting in Tate’s desk watching the show on the monitors and laughing hysterically.
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