4/4 Wednesday Night Assault Results (15)

[Danny Vice]

"Sitting" by M83 hits the speakers as the rabid GWC fans hit their feet to celebrate another exciting episode of Wednesday Night Assault. The cameras pan throughout the crowd as men, women and children are on their feet for more GWC action.

Josh Harter: Ladies and gentleman...

Phil Brooks: That's my line! Ladies and gentleman, it's time for Assault which can only mean one thing...

Josh Harter: Tea and crumpets?

Phil Brooks: Close, but I was going with violence and carnage, which is what our main event is packed with. It's The Emperor and JW McCammon in a hardcore match for the United States Title.

Josh Harter: I really though tea and crumpets was the answer.

Phil Brooks: Before we get to that, we have newcomer St. Eldor taking on the #1 contender for the Television Title, Darkness! Follow that up with some high impact action of a triple threat with Jamal Carter, The Poet, and Jason Lane.

Josh Harter: That will certainly keep the rest of the tag division on their toes. After that it's K-Dawg and the return of one controversial character, BA Monk.

Phil Brooks: Then in our last warm-up bout, it's T-Money and Creeping Death with high implications on our bigtime Annihilation Complex Main Event which is just TWO WEEKS away at Reign of Terror.

Josh Harter: Just the words Annihilation Complex give me absolute chills! Let's get the Assault going!

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Darkness v. St. Eldor

Michelle Madison: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Toledo, Ohio, “The Archangel” Saint Eldor!

"Army Of Me" by Chimaira hits and lights turn off, all through out the arena. Then a very dim gray light shines on the stage, overcastting "The Archangel". His arms are crossed and his hood is overhanging his face. Then he throws his hood off of his face, and throws his arms out to his sides, palms up, showing the sign of the crusade. Just then flames shoot from the left and right ends of the stage towards him. Continuing down the ramp, the flames reach the ring where they circle then ignite the ring posts. He walks down to the ring semi emotionless, as the crowd has mixed reactions both booing and cheering, because he is a somewhat new wrestler, and no one knows how to react. He jumps from the ground to the apron, when the flames that are on the ring posts, explode with red, dark gray, and gold lighted pyros. He steps in the ring then taunts to the crowd. Then he mentally prepares himself for the match, by sitting on the top turnbuckle.

Phil Brooks: This man is by far the creepiest character here in GWC. He is always talking about this weird Guiding Light thing. What is up with that?

Josh Harter: Well whatever it may be, it may just lead him to victory here tonight.

"Torch" by DZK blasts through the arena as The Darkness walks down the ramp in his long black trench coat.

Michelle Madison: On his way to the ring, from New York City, weighing in at 233 lbs., DARKNESS!

Smoke sprays out from the ramp Darkness walks down it. He stops before getting in the ring and looks to the crowd and acknowledges them before taking his coat of and throwing it to them he then rolls into the ring.

Josh Harter: St. Eldor may be a strange character but Darkness’ freak factor rivals it.

The two men face off as the bell rings. Darkness elbows St. Eldor in the face sending him falling to the mat. The Archangel holds his face but is stomped on by the TV title #1 contender. He puts his boot in his throat and begins to choke St. Eldor.

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The ref pulls Darkness away from St. Eldor and warns him of DQ. Darkness attempts to pull St. Eldor to his feet but Eldor punches him with a right hand in his stomach. Darkness steps back and Eldor dropkicks him to the mat. Darkness falls to the mat and St. Eldor follows up with a standing senton splash. Darkness gets the wind knocked out of him and Eldor goes for the pin.

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Darkness gets his shoulder up at 2.

St. Eldor argues with the ref then delivers multiple forearm shots to Darkness’ back. St. Eldor drives his knee into Darkness’ back. Darkness rolls on the mat and St. Eldor climbs the near turnbuckle to the second rope. Eldor stands in his “crusade sign” and jumps off the top rope goes for a double foot top rope stomp on Darkness’ back. Darkness yells out in pain.

Josh Harter: Wow, that is extreme! He just dived off the tope rope and stomped Darkness in the back!

Eldor looks out over the crowd and pulls an aching Darkness to his feet. Darkness stands weary and Eldor European Uppercut to Darkness’ face. Darkness falls once again and Eldor follows with a boot to Darkness’ gut. Darkness grabs Eldor’s foot and rolls him over into an STF submission. Eldor cries out in pain as Darkness tightens the hold. Eldor drags himself to the ropes and manages to grab the rope. Darkness breaks the hold and stands up signaling for the end. St. Eldor pulls himself to his feet and Darkness pounces into a Cobra Clutch and locks in a body scissors.

Phil Brooks: Sleep Tight! He has got it locked in!

After a few moments, St. Eldor can do nothing but tap out from the clutches of Darkness.

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner by submission....DARKNESS!

Josh Harter: I hate to say this, but Darkness is one of the fastest rising stars in the Coalition.

Phil Brooks: I have to agree with you, and I am sure that Xavier Cross has taken notice.

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Raphael Erion Segment

The scene goes backstage at the GWC hallways. Tim Ryan has a microphone in hand and is looking at each name on the hallway doors for the right locker room, and he finally stops at one that reads “Raphael Erion”. Tim knocks on the door, but when no-one answers it, Tim opens the door and steps through. A wind blows through the door and Tim turns around to see a man dressed all in white standing behind him. The man has a white headband, a very long white scarf, white shirt, white wrist tapes, white pants, white shoes and socks. Tim looks at the man’s eyes, which are a very light blue. The man simply stares at him, and Tim eventually speaks up.

Tim Ryan: Can I help you?

Raphael: Probably. You’re standing in my locker room, I assume you want something.

Tim Ryan: You’re… you’re Raphael Erion?

Raphael: That’s what the plate on the door says.

Tim Ryan: Well, can I get an interview from you?

Raphael: You’re a liar.

Tim Ryan: Excuse me?

Raphael: You asked if I could help you, and now you want something from me? You’re a liar.

Tim Ryan: Well, I-

Raphael: No, I think you’ll have to wait for your interview. See you next week, Tim. Try to avoid lying too much, it rots your soul.

Raphael slides past Tim and shuts the door on him. Tim looks confused and we go back to ringside.

[Danny Vice]

Lexington “The Poet” Royale vs. “Brilliant” Jason Lane vs. “Fireproof” Jamal Carter

Phil Brooks: We are live here from the Bradley Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in front of this ecstatic crowd and let us gear up for some triple threat action!

Queen's "We Are the Champions" starts to play as the arena goes dark, with a couple of blue searchlights lightning up the ramp, the aisle and the ring. On the ramp, Eddie Peral appears, followed by Jason Lane who is wearing white wrist bands, black elbow pads, and white trunks with his initials sewn in gold on the front and a violet triangle with a golden star in it in the back. He also sports white knee pads with the same logo and black boots along with a violet-trimmed white cape with the triangle/star logo on the back.

Michelle Madison: On his way to the ring, being accompanied by Eddie Peral, from Savannah, Georgia, weighing in at 237 lbs., “Brilliant” Jason Lane!

Lane observes the audience for a few seconds, and then starts his walk towards the ring, looking cold and distant, while his manager, on contrary, gesticulates enthusiastically and chatters away, hyping his protégé. In the ring, Jason mounts the turnbuckle and solemnly unfolds the cape, spreading his arms wide. He then proceeds to remove the cape which he hands to Eddie Pearl as he prepares for the match.

Phil Brooks: I wonder how this kid will do in singles action.

A school bell sounds followed by Beethoven's Fifth Symphony as Lexington "The Poet" Royale emerges from the curtain, waving to the fans, and walking down to the ring with the tag title belt around his waist.

Michelle Madison: On his way to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 235 lbs., he is one half of the GWC tag team champions, Lexington “The Poet” Royale!

Royale wears black tights with short black boots and a long sleeved white button up shirt. Climbing the ring steps, he pauses on the apron to wipe his feet before stepping through the ropes. Once inside, he continues to wave as the music fades and removes his white long sleeved shirt.

Josh Harter: What a match we saw from the E.F.C. last Wednesday. Retaining in that brutal T.L.C. Match. That is what champions are made of.

Phil Brooks: I’m not exactly part of neither the Lexington Royale fan club, nor the Stephen Grace fan club as a matter of fact but they got it done last week against two great tag teams.

Lane gives Royale a cold stair as Eddie Peral holds his powerhouse back.

Crowd: Carter! Carter! Carter!

“Fireproof” by Pillar hits the arena and the crowd jumps to their feet. Carter emerges from the curtain and stage pyros illuminate the arena. Carter walks over to the crowd on the right side of the stage and slaps fan’s hands.

Josh Harter: And here is the loser of the week. No wait, I mean the loser of the year! Jamal Carter!

Michelle Madison: Making his way to the ring, from Birmingham, Alabama, weighing in at 225 lbs., Jamal Carter!

The crowd gives another pop and Carter heads down the ramp and slides into the ring. He mounts the near turnbuckle and says a prayer before holding up a peace sign and pumping up the crowd. He dismounts the turnbuckle and stares down his opponents.

Michelle Madison and Eddie Peral exit the ring as the timekeeper rings the bell.

Royale and Lane charge at Carter and hit a double clothesline taking Carter down. They both begin to stomp away at Carter as he tries to block their kicks on the mat. Lane drags Carter by the leg into the center of the ring, grabs him by the throat and pulls him to his feet while Royale stands in the corner away from the action.

Phil Brooks: Looks like Royale is going to sit some of this match out.

Josh Harter: Hey, he is a champ. He competed in a T.L.C. match last week. Cut him some slack.

Phil Brooks: So did Lane and Carter!

Carter stumbles on his feet and is met with a big uppercut from Jason Lane dropping Carter back down to the mat. Carter holds his throat and Lane stomps a big boot right in Carter’s gut. Eddie Peral cheers on the outside and Royale continues to stand in the corner dusting off his tights watching the match.

Crowd: You Suck! You Suck! You Suck!

As the crowd chants, Royale smugly waves to them. Lane sits Carter up and rakes his eyes. The ref runs over and threatens Lane with a DQ. Lane releases Carter but puts a boot right in his throat. Lane scoops up Carter and puts him in a vertical suplex. Lane stalls the suplex for about 30 seconds before dropping Carter to the mat. Carter bounces off the mat; Jason Lane hooks his leg, and goes for the pin.

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Royale runs over and kicks Lane in the head to break the pin. Jason Lane stands up and throws a right punch at Royale which Royale ducks and follows through with a neckbreaker dropping Lane to the mat. Royale jumps atop Lane and goes for a pin.

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Lane tosses Royale out of the pin and stands up angered.

Phil Brooks: Looks like Royale “criticized the wrong Classic” if you know what I mean.

Lane charges at Royale but Carter uses a drop toe hold on him, slamming Lane face first to the mat. Lane rolls out of the ring holding his nose and Eddie Peral goes to check on his protégé. Carter stands up and is met with a lock up from Royale. The two struggle but Royale switches it into an armbar. Carter drops to one knee as Royale puts pressure on his arm and Carter manages to roll out of the hold. Carter uses a go behind on Royale, uses a snap headlock to take him over, landing him in a sitting position and Carter locks him in a chin lock. Royale flips over and backdrops Carter, slamming Carter on his back, on the mat. Royale then applies a body scissors on Carter’s midsection.

Phil Brooks: What some great mat style wrestling we’ve seen right here between Jamal Carter and Lexington Royale.

Carter tries to pry Royale’s legs from around him but Royale tightens his grip. Carter stands up and Royale holds onto Carter’s back as he does. Carter positions himself near the turnbuckle and runs backward slamming Royale’s back into the corner. Royale shouts in pain but holds on. Carter backs out of the corner but he gets lifted onto Jason Lane’s shoulders.

Josh Harter: Oh my God! Is Lane holding both of those men on his back?!

Phil Brooks: Lane is holding over 500 lbs. on his back! That is amazing.

Lane strains himself to stay up. Carter and Royale are in shock and Lane uses an electric chair drop slamming both of them to the mat. Lane stands up and flexes his muscles to the crowd showing his power. Eddie Peral jumps up on the apron in excitement and yells for him to go for the pin. Lane drags the lifeless bodies of Jamal Carter and Lexington Royale to the center of the ring, sets them on top of each other, both of their shoulders down and goes for the pin.

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Royale kicks out causing Carter to kick out as well. Lane stands up, curses in anger but goes back on the attack and pulls Royale to his feet.

Josh Harter: Lane was so close there but he has to stay on the attack.

Jason Lane goes behind Royale and hits a big release German suplex sending Royale across the ring. Lane stands up and is met with a spinning wheel kick from Carter. Lane drops to the mat and Carter pulls him back up and throws him face first into turnbuckle. Lane lands and Carter signals for the end.

Josh Harter: Does Carter really think he can lift Jason Lane?!

Phil Brooks: He is sure going to try!

Carter scales the turnbuckle and sets up Lane in a powerbomb. Carter lifts Lane high in the air and delivers his top rope falling powerbomb slamming Lane to the mat.

Phil Brooks: There it is! The 3rd degree burns!

Carter tired and out of breath, crawls over and drapes an arm over Lane for a pin. The ref slides over and a man with an orange shirt and black bandanna runs down from backstage.

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The man with the black bandanna runs in the ring and baseball slide kicks the referee in the head and sends him out of the ring.

Phil Brooks: Who the hell is that?!

Josh Harter: It’s Bishop!

Carter stands up and gets in Bishop’s face. Bishop winds back and slaps Carter in the face knocking him back. Bishop follows with a strong clothesline to the back of Carter’s head. Carter rolls out of the ring and Bishop follows him. Carter walks toward the back and Bishop shuffle side kicks him in the back sending him face first to the ramp. Carter crawls up the ramp, pulls out a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket and fits them over his hand.

Phil Brooks: We have a match going on here!

Bishop nails Carter in the back of head with the brass knuckles. Carter falls limp and Bishop drags him by the leg backstage. A ref exits from the curtain runs down to the ring.

Josh Harter: Yay! New referee!

The camera switches backstage; Carter has made it back to his feet and is trying to fight off Bishop. From behind, DJ runs in with a swift elbow, to the back of Carter’s head. Carter falls down and Bishop and DJ stomp away on Carter. Back in the ring, Royale is back to his feet, inside the ring and trying to figure out where Carter has gone. Royale turns his attention back to a recovering Jason Lane. Lane climbs to his feet and Royale hits The Pen Is Mightier. Hooks the leg for the cover...one...two...three!

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner....LEXINGTON "THE POET" ROYALE!

Beethoven's Fifth hits the speakers as the crowd booes the tag champions victory.

Josh Harter: Ouch. Heart punches hurt.

Phil Brooks: You can say that again.

Josh Harter Ouch. Heart punches hurt.

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THUG and Carter Segment

The camera shows Bishop and Carter still slugging it out, they are throwing hard shots at each other, bishop knees Carter in the gut, and goes to throw him into a wall, but Carter puts the breaks on and swings back with a clothesline which rocks the big man. Carter charges and Bishop catches him with the Hollow Point Superkick, Carter drops to the ground.

Bishop: How about we make your asskicking offical? You. Me. Reign of Terror. I win, you lose your #1 Contender's spot for the TV. What do you say, Boy?

The camera switches over to Carter lying face down in a pool of his own blood. He stirs slightly and suddenly K-Dawg runs up and pulls Carter to his feet.

K-Dawg: Carter wake up!

Carter lifts his head, stumbles to his feet and grits his teeth in anger. K-Dawg puts Carter’s arm around his shoulder but Carter shakes him off.

Bishop: So what’s it going to be Carter? You and me at Reign of Terror or are you gonna run away like a punk ass bitch like usual?

Carter stands up straight, with blood dripping from his face.

Carter: Ye- Yes. But…..if I win……………

Carter catches his breath and wipes the blood from his eyes.

Carter: I get T-……..Money.

T.H.U.G. members circle and talk over Carter’s request.

DJ: You’re on bitch. Enjoy your weekly hospital stay.

T.H.U.G. laughs as they fade away on the screen, K-Dawg picks up Carter and takes him backstage.

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BA Monk v. K-Dawg

Michelle Madison: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring in his RE-DEBUT for the GWC....BA MONK!

"One Out of 3 Has an STD" by Casey Jones begins to play. Red lights flash over the crowd as BA Monk makes his way to the ring. Occasionally, he taunts the crowd.

Michelle Madison: Making his way to the ring...K-Dawg!

Fallout Boy's This Aint a Scene, Its an Arms Race begins to play then he jumps through a ring of fire like Rey Mysterio. Then he strolls down the ramp slapping hands with the fans as they cher for him. Then rolls into the ring and climbs to the top rope and screams "Bob Saget" then he moonsaults off. To end it, he screams "Bob Saget" one more time then awaits he opponent by sitting on the top turnbuckle.

The bell rings. Monk and K-Dawg approach each other and tie up. Monk overpowers K-Dawg, pushing him into a corner. Monk then takes a swing, but K-Dawg ducks it and hits a few stiff kicks to Monk's midsection, sending him into the turnbuckle. Monk stumbles out from the corner and K-Dawg hits a quick Superkick, sending him back down. He then goes for a pin.

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No, Monk kicks out.

Josh Harter: The newest playmaker not able to get the win quite yet.

K-Dawg then picks Monk up, but Monk uses sheer power and pushes him away. K-Dawg approaches him again, but Monk grabs him and hits a big Belly to Belly Suplex. He then starts kicking away at him. K-Dawg crawls to the ropes and slides out to ringside. Monk immediately rolls out to follow him, but as he does K-Dawg is ready, hitting some stiff kicks to his legs. K-Dawg then throws Monk hard into the steel steps. Monk gets back up to his feet and stumbles towards K-Dawg, who executes a Drop Toe Hold, sending Monk falling to the mat.

Phil Brooks: K on the offense here, let's see if he can keep it going.

Monk climbs onto the turnbuckle, and looks behind him before executing an Asai Moonsault!

Josh Harter: We don't see him go high risk often, but it just paid off!

He hits Monk picture perfectly, and then picks him up and slides him into the ring. He then gets back onto the apron, Springboards into the ring and hits a Leg Drop. He follows this up with a pin.

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No, Monk kicks out again.

Phil Brooks: K-Dawg looking very good so far, keeping high pace action and not allowing BA to make this a technical match.
K-Dawg lets Monk begin to stand, and it looks like he's measuring him up to hit a big move, until Stephen Grace begins to stroll down toward the ring with his tag title around his waist. K-Dawg looks down the aisle at Grace, and is rolled up from behind by Monk.

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Kickout by K-Dawg. Monk hits an immediate german suplex as K gets to his feet, followed up by several kicks to the head. Monk then climbs to the top rope, looking for some high risk.

Phil Brooks: Not his usual attack but looks like he wants to fly...

Monk leaps but K-Dawg rolls away from the leg drop and Monk clutches his rear in pain. K-Dawg gets set and dropkicks Monk in the back of the head as he tries to get up. K then lifts Monk and whips him into the ropes, drop toe hold leaves Monk hanging on the middle rope.

Josh Harter: I can see the 704 4 Life coming here!

Phil Brooks: Shades of Rey Mysterio!

K-Dawg runs off the opposite ropes and hits the double kick to the face of Monk, who falls backwards onto the mat. He goes for the springboard leg drop, but Grace grabs his leg causing him to get hung up on the ropes.

Josh Harter: Stephen Grace just caused K-Dawg to nut himself, and the referee didn't see it. That's why he is a champion!

K-Dawg slowly gets to his feet and BA Monk locks in Lights Out. After a few moments of booes from the crowd, K-Dawg blacks out and the referee calls for the bell.

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner...BA Monk!

Stephen Grace smiles as he heads up the rampway while Monk celebrates in the ring.

Phil Brooks: Let's not forget the assist to Stephen Grace.

Josh Harter: They don't call him "The Genius" for nothing!

[Danny Vice]

T-Money v. Creeping Death

Michelle Madison: The next match is set for one fall, coming to the ring, from Orlando, FL, weighing in at 183 pounds, T-Money!!

The house lights fade to black as two sets of squad car lights pierce the darkness. The sound of a police siren and a few gun shots fill the air. "We Fly High" by Jim Jones begins to boom through the PA while smoke fills the entryway. T-Money appears as a silhouette in the midst of it. From the stage, six shots of pyro are shot out above the crowd. T-Money steps through the smoke to a vast amount of boos and heads down the ramp. Bare chested and clad in baggy jeans and Timberland boots, he slowly strolls to the ring. T-Money climbs the ring steps and stops for a moment to pose for the crowd. T-Money turns back to the ring, climbs through the ropes, and poses once again. His theme music fades out as he waits for his opponent.

Michelle Madison: And his opponent, from Death Valley, CA, weighing 218 pounds, here is Creeping Death!!

The lights slowly fade to black. Bells toll as the screen shows shots of a big wooden cross wrapped in barbed wire. It's a sunny day as the "happy" opening to "The Light That Blinds" by Shadows Fall plays.The crowd goes along with the sounds. "Doo-da-doo dooing" along with it. As the song gets darker and darker, the sunny day turns to night. Black clouds roll in and rain begins falling on the cross. Lightning crashes about. As the lightning crashes, white lights in the arena flash. When the song kicks up, thirty four seconds in, the entire crowd begins headbanging in unison and throwing the horns in the air as the lights come on just a tad, giving light to the dark. Standing on the stage is Creeping Death, wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, arms stretched out in a crucifix fashion. CD stands there for a second or thirty, until the vocals start, taking in the crowd's reaction. Then he slowly makes his way down the ramp, looking out into the audience. As he reaches the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope, and pops to his feet. CD walks over to a turnbuckle, jumps to the middle rope facing in the ring, does the crucifix pose once again, takes the hoodie off, and then takes a seat on the top turnbuckle, awaiting the match to begin.

The bell rings as T-Money and Creeping Death go to lock up and Death sends T-Money into the ropes, but gets caught with a flying forearm on the way back. Creeping Death gets back up, only to receive a couple over right jabs and then T-Money hits a reverse neckbreaker. T-Money makes the cover…one...two...Creeping Death is able to kickout at two. T-Money takes Creeping Death and sends him to the ropes, but gets reversed and Creeping Death catches him in a Falcon Arrow...one...two...and a kickout at the last second by T-Money.

Josh Harter: Close one there for T-Money. Death almost had him.

Phil Brooks: But he didn’t, did he?!

Creeping Death grabs him and locks in a sleeper hold, but T-Money stands up and elbows out of it. T-Money sends him to the ropes and tries to hit the Money Call, but Creeping Death sidesteps it and nails him with a gargoyle suplex. Death makes a cover...one...two...T-Money kicks out as the crowd boos. Creeping Death picks T-Money back up and Creeping Death throws a hard right hand and knocks him to the floor. Creeping Death goes to grab his legs, but T-Money kicks him away, knocking Creeping Death down to the mat. T-Money grabs his legs and locks in a Boston Crab!

Josh Harter: Oh my! What a spectacular move! Creeping Death is tied up in a knot.

Phil Brooks: It is alright I guess!

Creeping Death is barely touching the ropes with his fingers. He tries to move further, but T-Money has the move cinched in. Creeping Death uses all of his strength and grabs the rope. The ref makes T-Money break the hold and T-Money makes a quick cover…one...two…kickout barely at two by Creeping Death. T-Money pulls Creeping Death to his feet and hooks him up for a vertical suplex, but Creeping Death blocks it and delivers a suplex of his own. Creeping Death grabs the legs and goes to lock in the No Leaf Clover, but T-Money knocks him off. T-Money grabs him and sends him to the ropes and nails him with another reverse neckbreaker. T-Money jumps up and runs to the ropes and comes back with a guillotine legdrop. Creeping Death is rolling on the mat, holding his throat in agony.

Josh Harter: Looks to be the final moments of the match here.

Phil Brooks: This might be the final moments of Creeping Death’s career.

T-Money pulls CD to his feet, but Creeping Death reverses and knees T-Money in the gut and then hooks him up for a suplex Creeping Death floats over for the cover...one...kickout by T-Money at one and a half! Creeping Death picks up T-Money and hits him with a hard shot to the body. T-Money hits him right back and staggers Death then pulls him into position and goes for the Money Maker, but Creeping Death slides out and lifts T-Money up then sends him to the mat with the Antichrist's Welcome! Creeping Death holds the leg as he goes for the pin...one...two...kickout by T-Money at the last second!

Josh Harter: That was a close one for T-Money!

Phil Brooks: Any closer and T-Money would have to eat the cheese off a crusty sandwich!

Josh Harter: What?!

Phil Brooks: Him and me made a bet!

T-Money gets pulled to his feet by Creeping Death, but T-Money nails him with some elbows to the midsection and then hits a facebuster! T-Money looks out at the crowd and signals for the end as they boo him. T-Money pulls Creeping Death to his feet and lands a couple of right hands to soften him up. T-Money looks at him and sends him to the ropes and nails the Money Call! T-Money makes the cover…one...two…kickout by Creeping Death. T-Money picks him back up and turns him around and picks him up onto his shoulders and nails the Money Maker!! T-Money makes the cover...one...two...kickout by Creeping Death.

Josh Harter: Wow, a kickout of the Money Maker.

Phil Brooks: And DJ is up on the ring apron furious over the slow count from the referee. T-Money is now getting in on it as both men are shouting at the referee.

Josh Harter: No one is paying attention to Creeping Death, who just slid out of the ring and grabbed a barbed wire bat from under the ring. Isn't that there for the next match?

T-Money turns around and catches a baseball bat to the gut, opening up his stomach from the barbed wire. DJ jumps over the ropes and CD swings again. DJ ducks the attack and hits a Money Maker of his own on Creeping Death. DJ grabs the bat and stands over Creeping Death to strike. He makes a symbol for a gun with his hand and pretends to shoot Creeping Death, but Rick Mad charges down the ramp with a chair and hits DJ over the head with it. Right behind Mad is BA Monk, Thunder, and Reckless Jack. Thunder catches Rick Mad and hits Thunder and Lightning while Monk and Jack brawl outside of the ring. Creeping Death grabs the chair and planchas over the ropes and lands on top of Monk and Jack.

Phil Brooks: It's pure chaos down here as everyone is attempting to rip one another limb from l...

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World Title Segment


"Gonna Fly Now" hits the speakers and Danny Vice steps out onto the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand.

Danny Vice: Alright! ALRIGHT! I SAID ALRIGHT!

The brawling slowly ceases in and around the ring. Each man looks up at the Commissioner, as well as guest referee at Reign of Terror, to see what exactly he is up to.

Danny Vice: Look, I understand each of you want the GWC World Title so badly you can taste it. And I understand that the best way to get ahold of it is to just rip each other apart. That's all fine with me, but I want it saved until the Annihilation Complex.

The crowd booes the Commissioner's idea of stopping the brawling.

Danny Vice: I've already lost too many competitors the last few weeks to let you guys screw up the biggest main event we've had to date. So, I make a request, that until the Annihilation Complex, none of you are to be HARMED. Do something irrational and attack another competitor...well just remember come Reign of Terror who is the one wearing the stripes. That means I don't want you sending your goons at one another or anything. No one is to be even touched before...

The lights suddenly go out in the arena once again. The only thing seen are flash bulbs from cameras. Then multiple sickening chair shots are heard and the lights return with all six competitors and DJ laid out, and a chair nearly bent in half inside of the ring. Danny Vice looks stunned at the top of the ramp, shocked at who is attacking his main event competitors.

Josh Harter: Haven't we had enough of these sneak attacks yet? First Creeping Death and now this?

Phil Brooks: I have no idea who this hidden striker is. Perhaps we will find out more after this commercial break!

[Danny Vice]

GWC United States Championship Hardcore Match
JW McCammon (c) v. The Emperor

Michelle Madison: This the main event of GWC Assault and it is a Hardcore Match for the GWC United States Championship, first the challenger, from Montpelier, Vermont, weighing in at 190 pounds, The Emperor!!

"Memory" hits to a mixed reaction as the Emperor walks out of the backstage with an barbed-wire bat and looks at the crowd as he walks into the ring with his personal secretary, James, then relax in the ring as he awaits his opponent.

Michelle Madison: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from Sumter, SC, weighing 235 pounds, he is the GWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION, “The Mercenary” JW McCammon!!

“THE MERCENARY” comes across the screen in dark blue and then fades to black as the arena goes dark and “Bite The Bullet” by Machine Head hits to a major pop! The blue strobe lights kick in and the curtain opens as the GWC United States Champion, “The Mercenary” JW McCammon comes walking out onto the stage, decked out in his backstage attire, his leather jacket and shades. McCammon stops, he looks around at the crowd and then walks out further. He stops on the entrance way and pulls his jacket open to reveal the GWC United States Championship around his waist. McCammon lets the jacket flap back down and raises his fists in the air and then heads to the ring. McCammon throws his sunglasses aside just before he dives into the ring, where he stands in the middle of the canvas and he peels off his jacket and dumps into the arms of the ref. He unhooks the belt and stares at before raising it above his head.

The bell sounds as JW McCammon and The Emperor lock up, a little back and forth pushing contest and Emperor gains the advantage with a few shots and sends JW McCammon into the ropes, but McCammon comes back with a jumping knee smash to Emperor's head. McCammon goes outside and looks for a something to use under the ring. McCammon finds a trash can as Emperor slides out and kicks McCammon in the gut and then hits him with the trash can over the head. McCammon crumples to the mat. Emperor picks up McCammon and sends him into the barricades and then runs in and hits a dropkick to McCammon's chest. Emperor sets him on the barricade and then jumps up and delivers superplex off the barricade to the concrete! McCammon lands with a thud.

Josh Harter: It doesn't look like The Mercenary is ready for this kind of punishment.

Phil Brooks: I have been trying to tell you that for the entire time. McCammon is a loser!

Emperor makes the cover on the outside...one...two...kickout by McCammon at two and a half. Emperor picks up McCammon and tries to send him into the steel steps, but McCammon reverses into a spear!

Josh Harter: Emperor was dropped like a bad habit.

Phil Brooks: The only bad habit around here is McCammon.

Josh Harter: Shut up!

McCammon grabs a cookie sheet and smacks Emperor over the head with it. McCammon drops the staggering Emperor with a snap DDT. McCammon locks on a figure four leglock. McCammon is cinching the hold in. The Emperor reverses the hold and McCammon lets go. JW McCammon goes to pick Emperor up, but he gives McCammon a low blow. Emperor get a table set up and puts McCammon on it. Emperor climbs back into the ring and to the top rope. Emperor comes flying off with a Swanton Bomb!

Josh Harter: McCammon and Emperor both crash through the table!

Phil Brooks: All is fair in Love and Hardcore Matches.

Josh Harter: What do you know about Love or Hardcore Matches?

Phil Brooks: Plenty!

Emperor is up first and grabs a chair, he waits for McCammon to get up and tries for a DDT onto the chair, but McCammon swings behind him and nails Emperor with a snap German suplex onto the chair! McCammon with a quick cover...one...two...kickout at two for Emperor. McCammon goes and sends Emperor up onto the Entrance stage. McCammon nails a spinning roundhouse kick to Emperor's face. Then McCammon picks up Emperor and gives him a snap powerbomb on the grate. McCammon is not done yet as he picks Emperor up and gives him a capture suplex into the stage wall. Emperor hits hard and slumps down to the floor. McCammon now picks him up and delivers a t-bone suplex into the stage wall, causing blood to start pouring out of Emperor's head.

Josh Harter: What a thud! Emperor is busted wide open. He has to out of it!

Phil Brooks: He better not be, because I have money riding on this.

Josh Harter: You mean you bet on this match!

Phil Brooks: Yeah and all the rest of them tonight.

Josh Harter: You disgust me!

Phil Brooks: ...BOO!

Josh Harter: *jumps out of seat*

Phil Brooks: Ha! I scared you!

McCammon goes for the pin, but Emperor small packages him and starts beating McCammon's head with his fists...one...two...kickout by McCammon at two. McCammon starts punching Emperor like he was a punching bag and floors him with a shuffle sidekick. McCammon picks him back up and carries Emperor back to the ring, whips him into the apron and then rolls him back in. McCammon picks up a table and slides it in the ring and sets it up. McCammon goes to pick up Emperor, but gets a punch to the groin. Emperor drops McCammon with a side russian leg sweep and locks in the Royal Pain!

Josh Harter: McCammon is about to tap! We might have a new US Champion right here!

Phil Brooks: Wouldn’t be the first time!

McCammon muscles out of it, but Emperor floors him with the Arabian Facebuster! McCammon is out, but Emperor, with blood gushing out of his forehead, sets McCammon up onto the table. Emperor climbs the top rope and signals for the end. He comes off with another Swanton Bomb, but this time McCammon moves out of the way and Emperor goes crashing through the table, to the delight of the fans! Both men lay on the floor as the referee starts a double ten count!

Josh Harter: I think that Emperor is done for now!

Phil Brooks: Lousy bum!

At 7 The Emperor gets to his feet and rolls back into the ring, he is followed by JW McCammon, who has a peice of the broken table in his hand. The Emperor reaches inside his trunks and goes to throw white powder in the face of McCammon, but McCammon blocks it with the broken table peice. He then shatters the table over the head of The Emperor, which leaves him dazed. McCammon driver by the champion and a cover...

Crowd: One! Two! Three!

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner, and STILL United States Champion...JW MCCAMMON!

Josh Harter: Amazing, someone actually retained the United States title? That's a first!

Phil Brooks: It truly is.

McCammon gets up and smiles, blood dripping from his face as he lifts the United States title over his head. "Bite the Bullet" plays over the speakers while the crowd cheers for their champion. At the top of the entrance ramp, Ryder and Aria Cross stand, clapping at the winner of the match, knowing their match at Reign of Terror now has important implications. The credits for Assault roll as the camera zooms in on the sinister smile of Aria Cross.

Josh Harter: What could possibly be on Aria Cross' mind right now?

Phil Brooks: Evil. Pure and absolute...evil.

[Danny Vice]

Credits:
Vice - Opening, K-Dawg v. Monk, World Title segment
Carter - Darkness v. St Eldor, Triple threat, THUG/Carter segment
Bishop - THUG/Carter segment
Raphael - Raph segment
JW - T-M v. CD, Hardcore match

[The Emperor]

Darn it, I almost become US Champion, but I'm happy that I get a title shot anyway!!