6/27 Wednesday Night Assault Results (29)

[Danny Vice]

Phil Brooks: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have some late breaking news for the start of this weeks Assault. Yukio Blaze was to have been in the Fatal Four Way match for the Ultimate Championship, but it appears that he will not be able to do so. Please note that this footage is very graphic.

In the arena parking lot was Yukio Blaze getting out of his car when two of the EPW invaders came from behind him and beat him senseless with a steel pipe. Chris Cage and Kid Alpha would not let up on this beating and out from the shadows was Nikki Venus swinging a pair of handcuffs. She went up to Yukio's face and she slapped him in the after, then put the handcuffs on him. Kid Alpha grabbed his car keys and popped open the trunk. They then proceeded to throw Yukio in the trunk, then they both hopped into the car and sped off with Nikki laughing in the parking lot......

Phil Brooks: Yukio is now missing and there are some individuals out there looking for him. I hope that damned Kid Alpha and Chris Cage pay for what they have done. I really hate to start the show like this, but welcome to Wednesday Night Assault !!!

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David Alastair segment one

The GWC Camera Crew bring themselves to the front entrance of the O’Connell Center, getting a shot of GWC presence inside the arena via event board. The night is humid with summer air as a pure white Chevrolet Impala is seen from a distance. The Impala seems to be coming to the camera crew for reasons not yet known to anybody. It gives a soft hum, intermittently interrupted by the driver’s foot pressing on the accelerator. Pulling up alongside the camera, the passenger door window slides down as the camera itself lowers to see who is occupying the vehicle. Shrouded by shadows, the man’s face however seems highlighted by the accents of color displayed from the lights from the event board and the street lights. Looking over from what lies before the steering wheel, a familiar voice calls out to them.

“Uhm, do you guys happen to know where the crew and other wrestlers park their cars?”

His violet eyes seemed to illuminate, behind a pair of glasses. The man was dressed casual from a white t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts One of the camera crew gives out a “why?”, prompting the somewhat familiar person to give out an answer.

“I got called back for a meeting with this Nikki Venus. Said that she needed someone to really give GWC something special. Something like a big return, or something to that extent. By the way, I’m David Alastair…”

Since this is streaming into the main screen inside the arena, the viewers at home hear a deafening roar from the Gainesville crowd. For those who kept track of David Alastair’s GWC career, he was one of the first people to come aboard and to make a long story short, won the company’s United States Championship belt on two separate occasions. One at Alpha, and another at Unholy Coronation at the expense of blowing out his knee. This and family problems had brought about cut short David’s wrestling career.

Off-screen, one of the crew points out where the parking for the GWC road crew and wrestlers are located. Biting his lip and nodding as the directions are being discussed, David gives a small grin and lets out an audible sigh. His journey seemed to be at an end. At least for tonight.

“Awesome. Thanks, guys.”

As the camera pulls away from the passenger window, the white Impala speeds off in the direction where the GWC camera crew had just pointed out. A few hundred yards away, we see the Chevy slow before turning making a left turn. From there, the scene fades to black.

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Ultimate Title Match
Crimson Pfeiffer (c) v. Yukio Blaze v. Jason D’Angelo v. Kevin Hardaway

Yukio never made it to the ring due to being locked in the back of a car. After a match full of weapons, blood, submission holds, and high flying, Crimson hits Hardaway with the Screaming Bagpipe, then The Brave Scots on D'Angelo. Inexplicably, he walks out of the ring, allowing Hardaway to crawl over and pin D'Angelo for the win.

[Danny Vice]

David Alastair segment two

We open up backstage to surprisingly see Reckless Jack standing around. First time he has been seen in a month or so. He walks around backstage until he sees none other then David Alastair. Alastair turns around and notices his old friend and shakes his head.

David Alastair: How’s the neck?

Reckless Jack: Not too bad actually. What about your knee?

David Alastair: How about I just say that I’ll never be doing Shooting Stars again.

Reckless Jack: Works.

A few moments pass by as nothing is said until David pats Jack on the shoulder.

David Alastair: Last night in wrestling I hear.

Reckless Jack: Yep.

David Alastair: Had a good career.

Reckless Jack: Yep.

David Alastair: All the titles you won from WCF to XHF and everything. You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Reckless Jack: Nope.

A few more seconds past by as Reckless Jack stretches out.

David Alastair: You don’t want to quit do you?

Reckless Jack: Nope.

Reckless Jack walks away leaving David there by himself again.

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EPW (Chris Cage and Kid Alpha) v. Jamal Carter and Kid Hollywood

Michelle Madison: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

"Welcome to Hollywood: flashes on the Tron as the intro hits as Kid Hollywood stands on the stage, "Ladies and Gentleman, please, will you bring your attention to me, for a piece for you eyes to see...an explosion of catastrophy..." Kid steps on the stage as Gold pyro rains down on him he holds his arms out as two young ladies come out one to his right and other to his left. They wrap their arms around him, and he makes his way down the ramp, he stops at the bottom, he gives one lady a kiss and gives the other one a kiss, he flips the hood down and the ladies remove the coat he gives them both another kiss, as they go to the back and Kid hops on the ring apron, he climbs on the turnbuckle and holds his arms out, like he won an Oscar or something. He hops off the and climbs in the ring he holds arms out (ala Orton) as a spot light shines over him.

Michelle Madison: Introducing first, hailing from Hollywood, Ca, weighing in at 245 pounds… Kid Hollywood!

“This Time’s For Real” by Ill Niño blasts over the speaker system as the arena lights start to shift different shades of blue.

Why do you tell me all these lies?
I just want to live my life
I don't want to leave my dreams behind
Tell me
Why am I only getting older?
My patience getting shorter
I'm running out of time
And I hope that I get what I wanted

This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?

Carter enters through the curtain to a huge ovation from the crowd. Carter walks to both sides of the stage crossing his arms in an X sign in front of his chest.

This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?

Why do you make me feel denied?
Always pushing me aside
You do not decide what's wrong or right
Tell me
Why am I feeling so much pressure?
Am I searching for the answer?
I'm running out of time
And I hope that I get what I wanted

Carter slaps fans hands before sliding in the ring. Carter climbs the near turnbuckle and throws up his arms making the crowd go wild.

This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?

This time's for real
Is there anything I wanted?
Is there anything I needed?
Anything at all?

Carter checks his arm bands and knee pads while warming up for the match as his music fades out.

Michelle Madison: his partner, from Birmingham, Alabama, weighing in at 255 pounds…Jamal Carter!

The lights go out, and the arena is engulfed in darkness. Strobe lights begins to flash around the arena as “Knights of Cydonia” blares over the speakers. As the guitar picks up, the two EPW men make their way to the top of the ramp.

No-one's going to take me alive
The time has come to make things right
You and I must fight for our rights
You and I must fight to survive

The men begin to make their way down to the ring, as the fans boo harshly. They taunt the crowd, and slide into the ring, waiting for the match to begin.

Michelle Madison: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 437 pounds…Chris Cage and Kid Alpha….EPW!

The bell rings, and the 4 men walk to the middle of the ring, and stand eye to eye. It is easy to feel the hatred between the two sides. As they stand their trash talking, Cage and Alpha are the first to strike, each hitting their opponent with a right hook. They pounce on their opponents, raining down blows. Finally, order is restored and Cage is left in the ring with Carter.

The two men lock up, and Carter uses his size advantage to get Cage in a side headlock. Cage pushes him off, sending him into the ropes. As Carter rebounds, he is met with a shoulder block from Cage, but is barely staggered. Cage responds with a boot to the midsection, and nails him with an enziguri.

Josh Harter: Nice move by Cage, Jamal didn’t see that one coming.

Phil Brooks: How can you praise someone from EPW? What the hell is wrong with you?

Cage locks in a rear chinlock, and wrenches back on the neck of Carter. Suddenly, Hollywood rushes in and delivers a stiff kick to Cage’s back, forcing him to break the hold. As the ref struggles to get Hollywood out of the ring, Alpha takes advantage of the situation and rushes into the ring. He nails Carter with a Bakatare Sliding Kick, nearly taking his head off. The two EPW stars slap hands, and Cage exits the ring.

Phil Brooks: Look at the blatant disregard for the rules.

Josh Harter: They are from EPW, what do you expect?

As Alpha lifts Carter up, Jamal is able to push him off, and roll over to his corner where he is able to tag in Hollywood. He jumps onto the top rope, and hits Alpha with a springboard lariat. Cage rushes at him, but is hit with a swift kick to the midsection, followed up by a vicious Flatliner. As Hollywood plays to the crowd, he fails to see Alpha setting up behind him. He turns around and is hit with a missile dropkick.

Phil Brooks: Look at the double team work of EPW

Josh Harter: Carter better get back to his feet, and quick.

As if on cue, Carter gets back to his feet and charges at Alpha. He clotheslines him over the top rope, and both men go crashing to the outside. As they brawl on the floor, Cage and Hollywood have started to trade blows. Suddenly, Cage kicks Hollywood in the midsection, and nails him with the ChrisiFixion. On the outside, Alpha nails Carter with the Alpha Driver, and has made his way to the top rope. Cage climbs up the opposite rope, and smiles at Alpha. Both men jump, Cage nailing a shooting star legdrop as Alpha hits a corkscrew moonsault.

Phil Brooks: Oh my god, Mid Air Crisis and Alpha Twist at the same time.

Josh Harter: You have to give them credit… that was damn impressive.

Cage covers Hollywood, as the ref begins his count.

….One


….Two


…Three


Michelle Madison: Here are your winners…Chris Cage and Kid Alpha….EPW!

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Lexington “The Poet” Royale vs. Triple X

Michelle Madison: The following contest is set for one fall and making his way to the ring, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing 250 lbs., he is part of EPW, Triple X!!!

The power goes out completely,the arena fills with smoke and flashes of camera light. "Triple X" The Crucifaction hits to a mixed reaction as Triple X walks out looking very angry. Triple X smirks as he walks cocky down the ramp, stopping just to box at the air and make an "X" with his forearms. He climbs the ring apron and extends his arms again and tilt his head back. Triple X raises his head again and and drops his arms to get in the ring. He enters the ring and immediately walks to the side of the ring near the announcer’s table. He gets on the ring post and in sign language he spells "cXf" and points to himself. Triple X drops from the turnbuckle and hangs on the ropes waiting for his opponent.

Before the music starts, the lights in the arena go out. A spotlight appears in the center of the ring and a burst of smoke fills the area. Once it clears, we are greeted with the sight of Reginald "The Magician" Churchill. He has a microphone in hand and begins to speak...

Churchill: "Ladies and gentlemen...about to come down the aisle...weighing in at 235 pounds and standing at 6'3"...he hails from London, England and is known as the Word Warrior, the Civil Champion, and the Artful Avenger...he is none other than...Lexington "The Poet" Royale!"

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony plays throughout the arena as Mr. Royale emerges from the curtain, waving to the fans, and walking down to the ring. 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 Sir Reginald looks on approvingly.

Triple X takes full advantage by clotheslining Royale from behind. Royale applies a waist lock, then takes out one of the legs and locks in an ankle lock to Triple X. TX screams in pain, but grabs the ropes in frustration. Royale breaks the hold. Both men circle up, and they grapple, but Royale quickly turns it into a headlock. After cinching in the hold, a headlock takedown, followed by a body scissors, again Triple X screams, but struggles and finally gets to the ropes!

Phil Brooks: See, Triple X is nothing special. Royale is giving him a lesson in submission wrestling right now.

Royale gives Triple X a DDT, then tries to go for a figure four leg lock, he has it! TX is screaming, but he is nowhere near the ropes, he struggles, and shakes his head adamantly “NO!” to the referee, and the crowd cheers as Royale squeezes as hard as he can. Triple X starts to turn over, trying to roll Royale over onto his stomach, little by little he is starting to have success, until he finally turns Royale completely over and reverses the pressure against Royale! Royale screams, but refuses to give up.

Josh Harter: Triple X is giving Royale some of his own medicine now, EPW style!

Triple X breaks the hold and quickly goes for a Paradise Lock, Royale struggles, but slowly crawls closer and closer to the ropes. He is finally just mere inches away, but he can’t seem to grab the bottom rope. Triple X applies even more pressure, as Royale screams loudly but finally gets to the bottom rope. The referee yells at Triple X and gives him a count, Triple X breaks the hold and yells at the referee. After a short while Royale gets to his feet, and Triple X turns to see him. He charges at Triple X, who gives him a back body drop over the top ropes! Royale takes a little bit of time to get to his feet, but two men are coming out of the crowd!

Phil Brooks: It’s The Disciple and Felipe!

Josh Harter: The GWC Tag Team Champions!

The Disciple gives a superkick to Royale outside of the ring, as Felipe Salarose pulls the timekeeper out of his chair, and picks up the chair. Royale stands up dazed, turns around and takes a massive chair shot in the face from Felipe Salarose. He picks up Royale, then sets him up for a piledriver onto the chair, when The Disciple suddenly spots Joe Ragnal and Jamal Carter running down the ramp with chairs in hand! The EPW members escape over the barricade as Ragnal follows after them! The referee calls for the bell as Ragnal and Carter chase off CXF with their chairs back through the crowd. Triple X rolls out of the ring and tosses The Poet back into the ring. He locks in the Kiss of Death as the referee continues to call for the bell. It looks like Triple X is trying to prove a point, and the referee cannot force him to break the hold. Suddenly, Jamal Carter comes back down from the crowd and darts into the ring. He crushes Triple X over the head with the steel chair, freeing The Poet from the hold.

Phil Brooks: And look now, it looks like Jamal Carter and Lexington Royale have come to some sort of agreement in the ring. The crowd is loving it!

Josh Harter: Could this be...yes. Lexington Royale and Jamal Carter are now a team. Wow, this could be the future of the Tag Team Division!

Phil Brooks: This capacity crowd sure hopes so!

"This Time's For Real" hits over the speakers as Royale and Carter head toward the back.

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Crimson Pfeiffer segment

Crimson Pfeiffer walks into Nikki Venus office with a smile on his face.

Nikki Venus: What the hell are you smiling about? You lost the Ultimate title by choice! You just walked out! I don't get it. Why would you do such a thing? We had everything going for us. You can't be title-less. We're cashing in that Money-in-the-bank tonight. I don't want to...

Crimson Pfeiffer: Easy easy baby. Don't get all hyped up over it. That title was beneath me. I am going to be the new World Champion at Viva La EPW. There isn't anything to worry about.

Nikki Venus: No. I don't want you walking into that night without a title.

Crimson Pfeiffer: Ok then...

Crimson leans in and whispers something into Nikki's ear, causing her to smile.

[Danny Vice]

Reckless Jack segment

The lights go out in the arena as a hush silence fills the crowd. Many of them start to talk amongst themselves. Some check their phones. Then out of nowhere we start to hear thunder and the falling of rain. Soon after, the intro of Hellyeah’s “Thank You” fills the arena. Once the chorus comes in, the lights are back on as Reckless Jack appears in a pair of cargo shorts and the Reckless Jack hooded sweatshirt. Jack has a few titles around his waist and around his arms. The crowd cheers for Reckless Jack as he starts to walk down the rampway. Fans hold out their hands for him to slap as he does slap a few of them here or there. Once he is at the bottom of the ramp, he nods his head at the fans as he walks up the stairs at ringside. He sets a few titles on the ring ropes and enters the ring as the fans cheer again. Reckless Jack goes to one side of the ring and gets a microphone from a ringside worker.

Reckless Jack: Global Wrestling Coalition… here I am for one night only. One night back in wrestling in order to say a few things about why I haven’t been heard from in damn near a month. You see, at a Wrestling Championship Federation show, I attempted a Shooting Star Press during the match and I apparently didn’t get enough rotation the move. So I landed head and neck first on the ringside mat.

Reckless Jack points to his neck as the crowd is silent.

Reckless Jack: I’ve been told it’ll take anywhere from two to four months to heal up to one hundred percent. When that time is up, when I am capable of coming back into this ring, I will be back in GWC.

The crowd cheers wildly for that as Reckless Jack motions for them to calm down.

Reckless Jack: However, there is a chance, as there is with most neck injuries that one wrong move and I could be finished for good. So at this time, if it’s alright with you fans, I would like to explain what wrestling has meant to me in my life.

Reckless Jack walks towards the ropes where he picks up a title. The camera zooms in on it as we notice the initials of “XCW” on it with a Reckless Jack nameplate.

Reckless Jack: This here was the first World Title I won but it was so controversial I nearly quit the wrestling business. There is such a long backstory behind it I couldn’t begin to cover it all. Basically the owner and I had what you could call a love/hate relationship. But at some point I became the co-owner and we were forced to work together. Our current World Champion wanted a break and somehow I was penciled in for a title shot at a show called “Hardcore Anarchy.” I won much to no ones surprise and suddenly people were claiming I gave myself the title as a power trip. This couldn’t have been further from the truth because at the time, the champion before the guy I beat couldn’t really have faith in himself. He was out. Everyone else was involved with something else. I was the only option available at the time so yeah. Regardless, this was my first World Title and it’s very dear to me.

Reckless Jack sets that one down and picks up a second title. The camera zooms in on it to see the initials “WCF” on it along with World Championship.

Reckless Jack: This was the first title I won back after what I would call my mental breakdown. At the time this was the biggest title win of my career but most people know how it all ended up. If you don’t know, go ask someone who was there to witness one of the biggest flops of a World Champion. Regardless, I reached the pinnacle of WCF there.

He sets that title down and grabs the second to last title on the ropes. The camera zooms in again as we see “XHF World Heavyweight Championship” on the belt.

Reckless Jack: This title… it doesn’t really mean as much to me as the WCF World Title but I went through, literally, hours of hell to get to this belt. I had to establish myself for months. Then their Rumble match came and I lasted over an hour to win it getting the automatic title shot at their big show. Then at the big show they have, I was in an hour long Iron Man match that went into overtime to win this title. Two straight pay per views where I wrestled for over an hour. Then I went out and kept busting my ass until I got tired and it no longer was fun for me. So that’s that.

Reckless Jack grabs the last title from the ropes. The camera doesn’t zoom in as Jack puts it on his shoulder.

Reckless Jack: This is the title I hurt myself for. This is the title I nearly broke my neck for. The WCF Tag Team Title. Of all things I never considered myself a tag team wrestler but I got involved in a team with a very good buddy of mine and we rose to win these titles pretty damn quickly if you ask me. This title is the reason why I can’t do what I love for two to four months. This title is the reason why you won’t see a Reckless Killing for months. This title is the reason why you won’t see me choke people out for months. This title means more than any other to me for that reason.

Reckless Jack puts the title down.

Reckless Jack: Consider this in no way to be my retirement. This is just a temporary good bye until I am one hundred percent ready to step back into this ring. I thank you people for your time and enjoy the wrestling product you see before you. These guys bust their asses to ensure you people see a five star wrestling show. Those guys in the back care more then about any other people I have ever seen before. Cheer them, boo them, whatever but make damn sure you respect them. This goddamn place better be around when I am ready to return because I am making this my home. Global Wrestling Coalition, see you in a few months.

“Thank You” fills the arena as Reckless Jack puts down the microphone. The crowd gets to their feet to clap Reckless Jack as he takes off his Reckless Jack hoodie and places it in the middle of the ring. He steps through the ring ropes and hops off the apron. The fans continue applauding as Jack walks up the ramp all the way until he gets to the stage and turns around. He nods before heading into the black curtain.

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Tag Title Boiler Room Brawl
CXF ("The Gift from the Gods" Felipe Salarose and "The Disciple" Zak Warner) (c) v. Affliction ("Morbid" Mike Sullivan and The Emperor)

As soon as CXF enters the boiler room, The Emperor and Sullivan rush towards them, and the four men begin to brawl. The Emperor trades blows with The Disciple, and Felipe swings wildly at Sullivan. As they continue to brawl, Sullivan hits Felipe with a bodyslam, sending his body crashing to the cold concrete floor. As he struggles to get back to his feet, Felipe is met with a vicious boot to the midsection, sending him rolling across the floor.

Meanwhile, The Disciple picks up a chair, and starts to bring it down repeatedly across the head and back of the Emperor. He sets the chair down, and lifts the Emperor up above his head, and slams him with a brutal powerbomb.

Josh Harter: Can you believe the brutality of what we are seeing?

Phil Brooks: Well, all four men have claimed to be hardcore, so lets see which pair can live up to that statement.

As the Disciple stands over the prone body of The Emperor, he is blindsided by Sullivan, who nails him square in the back with a kendo stick. He nails The Disciple with repeated shots, opening up numerous wounds across the lower back. He lifts the Disciple up and Irish Whips him into the wall, causing him to crash to the floor in pain. Sullivan begins to search for more weapons to use, and stumbles across The Emperors Barbed Wire Bat.

As he makes his way over to The Disciple, he is tripped up by Felipe. As he drops the bat, it is picked up by Salarose, who swings it full force into the sternum of Sullivan. The barbed wire tears into his flesh, and the blood begins to flow out of Sullivan. Instead of screaming in pain, he smiles, and yells at Salarose to hit him again. Felipe obliges, but this time brings the bat down right across the forehead of Sullivan, sending him to his knees.

Phil Brooks: Did you just see that? Sullivan has to be knocked out.

Josh Harter: I don’t think so; he seems to be enjoying it.

As the blood pours down his face, a sick grin creeps across Sullivan’s face. Felipe drops the bat, and nails him with a vicious clothesline. As they brawl on the ground, The Emperor makes his way over to The Disciple, and both men are holding garbage can lids. The two men begin to exchange blows with the lids, and neither man drops his weapon. Finally, The Emperor hits the Disciple with a kick to the gut, and delivers a DDT onto the lid.

Phil Brooks: Did you see the way his skull bounced off that lid?

Josh Harter: Let’s hope it knocked him out, EPW piece of trash.

As The Disciple lay unmoving, the Emperor turns his focus to Felipe. He makes his way over, and pulls him off of Sullivan. The two men begin to beat on Felipe, and lift him off of the ground. They set him up for a double-team suplex, and slam Felipe down hard. Instead of going for the pin, they decide to try and inflict more pain on him. They begin to rain down blow after blow, Sullivan wielding another Singapore cane and the Emperor with a chair.

Phil Brooks: I don’t think they care about the belts right now.

Josh Harter: They just want to hurt as many people as they can.

Suddenly, The Disciple runs from the other side of the room, and hits The Emperor with a vicious Gore. As he rises to his feet, Sullivan swings the cane, but misses and is hit with a low blow. The Disciple looks around, and finds two pairs of handcuffs. He drags Sullivan over to a furnace, and cuffs both hands. As Sullivan sits there, unable to move, Felipe crawls over, holding a chair in his hands. He holds it in front of Sullivan’s face as The Disciple starts to run. He jumps, and executes a perfect hesitation dropkick, sending the chair crashing into the skull of Sullivan. As his body goes limp, CXF makes their way over to The Emperor.

Phil Brooks: I think Sullivan might be dead.

Josh Harter: These EPW savages are trying to kill Affliction!

As The Disciple pummels The Emperor with lefts and rights, Felipe begins to set up a table. After he gets it set, he rummages around, and finds a stack of fluorescent light bulbs. He places them on the table, and carefully wraps them with the barbed wire from The Emperors bat. As he finishes, The Disciple begins to drag The Emperor over towards the table. Each member of CXF grabs him by an arm, lifts him up, and slams him down onto the table, sending shards of glass and barbed wire tearing into the Emperors flesh.

Phil Brooks: I can’t believe what we are seeing.

Josh Harter: The Good Friday, through that table…the Emperor has to be done.

As CXF stands over the body of the Emperor, Felipe makes his way over to the unconscious body of Sullivan, still cuffed to the furnace. He picks up the chair, and swings it into the skull of Sullivan one more time.

Felipe: That’s for sneak attacking me. I told you karma would be a bitch.

Meanwhile, The Disciple has pulled the body of the Emperor out of the mess of glass and wire, and locks in the crossface. He locks it in tight, and you can see the pain on the Emperor’s face. He wrenches back on the face of the Emperor, putting extreme pressure on his neck. As the blood rushes out of the multiple wounds, he has no choice but to tap out.

Josh Harter: Did you see that? He used The Royal Pain on the Emperor.

Phil Brooks: That is the ultimate show of disrespect by that EPW scum.

Michelle Madison: Here are your winners and STILL GWC Tag Team Champions….CXF!

The crowd booes loudly as Felipe and Zak celebrate in the boiler room before leaving The Emperor and Sullivan there.

[Danny Vice]

David Alastair segment three

The sudden bang of a hybrid of sound comes forth. The fusion of drums, guitar introduces a sheet of light fog, which covers the entrance way. Seen at the right angle, one can manage to see a figure standing behind the fog. In the video screen, meanwhile... many highlights of David’s career act as impulses and entice emotions associated with wrestling…past moments are brought up, before climaxing in David, clad in a white t-shirt, jeans and sandals, walks out from behind the curtain right before the first verse starts.

“Disgusted with what I see
So many pieces left of you and me
Glass falls like rain
I'll crucify you for this pain! (For this pain!)”

Holding out his arms and holding his head up in triumph, David indulges in the cheers emitted from the crowd. As if baptized by blessings, he lets it all seep in…inhaling and exhaling the atmosphere that surrounds him.

“Tonight, I leave this town
In love, I'd burn it all down
(To the ground) you're nothing to me!
(To the ground) you're fucking killing me!”

The song continues to process into and out from the sound system, David spreads his arms outward, allowing strobe lights to engulf him and stays like that until the second verse comes in.

“Abandon all hope, washing away me in the tides
Unclenching the fists made round my neck accepting the end…”

David then proceeds down the ramp and make one solemn round around the ring, slapping hands with the fans and stopping once or two to pose for the various photography coming from the front and middle rows.

“Longing to see your face
So my hand can form into a mace

Everything smells of you
Even the gasoline that covers you…”

Finally, he slides into the ring proceeds to taunt on the nearest turnbuckle. He embraces the crowd reactions by extending his arms out and slowly steps off the turnbuckle.

“Tonight, I leave this town
In love, I'd burn it all down
(To the ground) you're nothing to me!
(To the ground) you're fucking killing me!”

He double checks his knee brace by running his hands through the straps that are locked into place. In making sure that the brace is all set and snug, he nods to the referee and has him confirm that David’s all set to go without any hassle.

“Abandon all hope, washing away me in the tides
Unclenching the fists made round my neck accepting the end…”

The guitar interlude of the song follows, allowing the song to fade off as David motions for a microphone, walks over to one of the turnbuckles, and is handed one. A bright smile emits from Alastair as he raises the mic up in front of his face, and before he speaks…the crowd starts to cheer about the recovered wrestler.

“DAY-VID! DAY-VID! DAY-VID!”

In response to the chant, David lowers the mic and takes a bow, bringing about even more cheers. The fans that have filled up the O’Connell Center start to quiet down as Alastair brings the mic back in front of his face. While the mic in his hand, while runs another through his hair and finally begins to speak.

“So…what do you think of my new theme song? Pretty sweet, huh?”

The question brings about another pop from the crowd as David surveys his surroundings. That was an easy answer. Enticing another wide grin from Alastair, he starts up again.

“Awesome, glad you like it. But that’s not why I’m here. You see, I…David Alastair, am here to announce my return to the ring for this upcoming GWC pay-per-view, Viva la GWC. Catchy name, isn’t it? I think so. So I’m gonna get into some detail real fast-like here…”

Pausing for a moment to think about what he would say, David continued on. His tone was very somber as the syllables began to come out.

“Well, I’ve been in rehab for the past four months…and I can’t help that I have been blessed with this fast of a recovery. The surgery went better than expected, Harley’s been with me all the way, and I have had many people send me get-well letters and notes to help me through a very hard time in my life with the passing of my uncle and my only daughter…”

At the mention of his now deceased family members, tears welled up in his eyes as his lips curled to hold off any sort of emotion. He needed to keep this in to harness the bad memories from coming back up. Clearing his throat, David resumed his speech.

“And for that, I thank you. All of you. You people have brought me inspiration, courage, and hope in what may have been the darkest time in my life. In return, I am not going to label myself “The New Messiah” anymore. Instead, I am the servant of the people. A soldier fighting and representing the people in this very ring. From this very moment, I shall call myself the “Citizen Soldier”…”

Giving a nod of approval and looking out into the crowd, the newly re-dubbed Citizen Soldier exhales and musters on.

“Citizen Soldier David Alastair. That is who I am, and destined to be.”

Turning off the mic and dropping it unto the mat, “Washing Away Me In The Tides” by Trivium comes over the sound system once again as David raises his hand for a few waves. Once his hand comes back to his side, the Citizen Soldier heads to the ropes and rolls out. From there, he heads to back.

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The Emperor segment

James steps into Nikki Venus office and hands her a note.

I'm so disgusted with myself because it was my fault for letting the title go away from our clutches! I'm going to a place so far so no one will know where I'm going, then I gonna stay there for a month to train more, also I need to regain my state of mind because it was lost in the boiler room brawl... I will not tell you where I go because I need to be alone for once!

-The Emperor

James eyes water up as he walks out with Nikki Venus jaw wide open.

[Danny Vice]

World Title Match
Thunder (c) v. 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.

Michelle Madison: Introducing the challenger…for this World Heavyweight Title bout…here is…T-Money!

Josh Harter: We may be looking at the next work champion.

"Money" by Pink Floyd begins to play. As the cash register sound ends and the music begins, Thunder walks towards the ring. He reaches the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the fans.

Phil Brooks: Or maybe, just maybe Thunder can pull out a victory.

Ding
Ding
Ding

Phil Brooks: This may just be a classic!

T-Money, and Thunder lock up, as T-Money quickly maneuvers Thunder into a corner. Thunder protects his face, as the referee tries to get the match aimed towards the center of the ring. T-Money walks towards the center of the ring, as he awaits a lock up with Thunder. Thunder slowly approaches him, and as the lock up has connected. Thunder gets whipped into the ropes by T-Money, as he dodges a clothesline by Money.

Josh Harter: Pretty clean start.

Thunder stops dead in his tracks, as he nails a huge kick to the back of T-Money, causing him to double over.

Phil Brooks: OUCH!

Thunder quickly locks his arms around the waist of T-Money, and plants him with a perfect german suplex. Thunder bridges the suplex into a pin.

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Josh Harter: T-Money kicks out!

Thunder quickly sits up, as T-Money does as well. T-Money is first to get to his feet, as he lands a drop kick onto Thunder sending him back down to the mat. T-Money is back to his feet, as he charges at the ropes…Money bounces off to ropes and hits an atomic legdrop across the throat of Thunder. Thunder’s legs shoot up in shock, as T-Money hooks a free leg.

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Phil Brooks: NO! Thunder kicks out just in time.

Josh Harter: An inverted pin by T-Money.

T-Money returns to his feet, as he picks up the fallen Thunder. T-Money places Thunder’s arm over his head, as T-Money raises Thunder in the air, and snaps him down to the mat into a hard snap suplex.

Phil Brooks: That shot could be heard in the cheap seats.

T-Money quickly covers Thunder, as his shoulders are down on the mat.

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Thunder manages to get his shoulder up, as T-Money appears to be getting frustrated. T-Money gets back to his feet, as he aids Thunder by helping him get back as well. T-Money goes for a hard punch to the face, but Thunder blocks it, and desperately plants a thumb to the eye of T-Money to buy him some time.

Josh Harter: Smart strategy.

Thunder scrambles around the ring, as T-Money seems to cure the pain in his eye. T-Money turns around, as he gets nailed with a huge spinning heel kick by Thunder. Both men fall to the mat, as the it appears to have given T-Money a bloody nose.

Phil Brooks: BLOOD!

Thunder gets to his feet, as he drops back down to the mat ramming his forearm into the face of T-Money several times. The referee begins to get irritated, as Thunder is abruptly ignoring his commands. Thunder eases from his assault, as he unleashes a hug stomp down onto the face of T-Money.

Phil Brooks: Wow, that was…well….not too nice.

Thunder gets up in the referee’s face, as Thunder shoves the referee nearly across the ring.

Josh Harter: Thunder and that referee are appearing to have some sort of miscommunication.

The fans are booing loudly, as T-Money is back to his feet. He notices the blood tricking down his nose, as Thunder turns around, as T-Money charges at him for a clothesline. Thunder quickly drops to the mat, as T-Money accidentally hits the referee with the devastating clothesline. The referee bounces into the corner, as he falls hard to the mat.

Phil Brooks: REFEREE IS DOWN!

T-Money can believe what happened, as Thunder is back to his feet. T-Money gets a quick shot the mid section of Thunder. T-Money breaks behind Thunder, as he plants him with his signature move the Money Maker. Thunder is out on the mat, as T-Money eagerly hooks the leg.

Josh Harter: It’s over. New Champ!

Phil Brooks: HE TASTE THE GOLD!

T-Money waits for the referee to count, as he suddenly remembers that the ref is out cold.

Phil Brooks: Oh no, there’s no one to count!

T-Money gives up the pin, as he slowly crawls to the referee. T-Money begins to shake the referee in order to try to revive him.

Thunder rolls to his stomach, as he notices a perfect opportunity. Thunder rolls out of the ring, and heads towards the time keeper. Thunder grabs his World Championship and puts it over his shoulder.

Josh Harter: What’s he doing?

Thunder quickly limps his way around the ring, as he begins to head backstage.

Phil Brooks: He’s blowing off this match!

T-Money notices Thunder’s departure, as T-Money exits the ring. Thunder is about to walk up the ramp, as he sees T-Money following behind him on the big screen. Thunder quickly grabs the championship off of his shoulder, and pivots himself smashing the title against the skull of T-Money. Both men land on the padded floor, as the referee still remains unconscious.

Phil Brooks: Wow. Thunder appears to have the upper hand.

Josh Harter: Either man can take control if they can return to their feet.

Phil Brooks: Hey any of you fools in the back, how about sending another referee out here!

Thunder is slowly regaining life, as he begins to get back to his feet. Thunder drags T-Money closer to the ring, as he gets him back up to a vertical bases as well. Thunder gets a cheap shot to the mid section of T-Money, as he rolls him back into the ring. The referee slightly moves, as Thunder rolls into the ring.

Josh Harter: If Thunder can hit his finisher, it may just be over.

Thunder is back into the ring, as he grabs the limp legs of T-Money. Thunder tries to maneuver T’s legs into some sort of submission, as T-Money powers out by kicking Thunder into the corner. Thunder bounces off of the corner, as T-Money is back to his feet. Thunder staggers towards T-Money, as T-Money nails him with a face buster out of no where.

Phil Brooks: WHERE DID THAT COME FROM!?

T-Money is almost out of gas, but he drags himself and quickly covers Thunder. The referee is slowly coming back, as he goes for the count.

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Josh Harter: THUNDER KICKS OUT!

T-Money can’t believe that Thunder kicked out, as he tries his hardest to get to his feet. Thunder is lying on his back, as T-Money heads towards the turnbuckle. T-Money slowly climbs each rope until he is at the top rope.

Phil Brooks: Is he going to go high risk?

T-Money goes for a picture perfect moonsault, but Thunder gets his knees up. As T’s ribs crash into Thunder’s knees. T-Money is slow to his feet, he turns and Thunder connects with Thunder and Lightning! He hooks the leg for the cover.

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3! No! T-Money gets his shoulder up at the last second. Thunder looks just as stunned as T-Money moments ago. He realizes he must now dare to do the extreme and climbs the turnbuckle.

Josh Harter: This may not be the best idea, Thunder isn't known for his flying.

Thunder takes flight with a frog splash, but nobody's home! Thunder screams out in pain as he struggles to his feet, T-Money is waiting for him and hits the Money Maker.

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Michelle Madison: Here is your winner, and NEW GWC WORLD CHAMPION!!! T-MONEY!!!!!!!!!

The crowd erupts as “We Fly High” hits the speakers and Thunder rolls out of the ring, but the music immediately cuts short and changes over to “Cloud Nine” as all of the EPW come out of the crowd and into the ring surround T-Money. Nikki Venus walks down to the ring with a microphone in her hand.

Nikki Venus: And THUG, I know you want to make your dramatic save. If any of you step foot outside of that backstage, you are immediately FIRED!

Phil Brooks: Oh god, T-Money is helpless.

Nikki Venus finally steps into the ring as T-Money holds the GWC World Title in his hands. He look around and sees Crimson Pfeiffer, The Disciple, Felipe Salarose, Kid Alpha, and Chris Cage surrounding him. Without DJ, Bishop, or Xavier to come to his aid, he is incredibly outnumbered. The crowd booes and begins throwing trash into the ring.

Nikki Venus: T-Money. T. T. T. T. T. T. T. T. It’s great to see you won your title back.

Crowd: SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!

Nikki Venus rolls her eyes and refuses to acknowledge the crowd.

Phil Brooks: This can certainly not be good for the champion.

Nikki Venus: So, anyways. If it hadn’t been for CXF, Crimson’s indiscretion could have left my boys title-less. But of course, as always, there was a Plan B. And one that is ingenious. You see, I thought to myself, “self, you beautiful intelligent woman, why not have Crimson cash in his wonderful briefcase and become the GWC Champion tonight?”

Crowd: BOOOOO!!!

Nikki Venus: But Crimson of course had an even better idea. Thanks to Danny Vice’ injury at Kingdom Come and absence here in the GWC, yours truly is the Commissioner of this great federation. And by the power of the Commissioner, I officially strip you of the GWC World Title.

Phil Brooks: What!?! She cannot do this! This is an outrage!

Josh Harter: Sure she can. You heard her, she’s in charge around here.

The crowd boos as T-Money begins shouting back at Nikki Venus. Crimson stands by here side as she extends her arms for the World Title. T-Money turns his back on Nikki and Crimson only to find The Disciple, Kid Alpha, Chris Cage, and Felipe stepping up as if they were to attack the World Champ. T-Money turns back around, this time Nikki doesn’t seem like asking politely.

Nikki Venus: Listen up T-Money, you punkass wannabe gangster fuck. You can either give me that belt, or I will have my boys take it from you. I am the Commissioner of the Global Wrestling Coalition. I am the supreme being around here. And what I say goes. And there is nothing…NOTHING… that any of you can do…

“Gonna Fly Now” by Bill Conti hits the speakers. The crowd absolutely explodes. Danny Vice steps out onto the GWC stage with a completely new look, and from the smile on his face, the same old attitude. Nikki Venus looks absolutely stunned to see him in the O’Connell Center. He holds his ribs and winces for a moment before bringing his own microphone to his mouth.

Phil Brooks: It’s Danny Vice! The owner of the GWC is back! He’s here in Gainesville!

Josh Harter: Oh shit.

Danny Vice: Hi Nikki.

Crowd: Danny! Danny! Danny! Danny!

Danny Vice: A little surprised to see me? I would be too. I don’t even think I should be alive right now, let alone out of the hospital. But there is no way I could let my little GWC take off on the International Invasion without me. Especially with this bullshit group of goons you’ve got trying to run the place.

Crowd: GWC! GWC! GWC! GWC!

Danny Vice: Now before you get all righteous about your contract…I know…I know. You’ve still got some say around here. But so do I. And my first decree, is T-Money…keep that title right where it belongs around your waist.

Phil Brooks: Finally some justice.

T-Money is excited, while EPW looks furious at Vice’s return. Nikki Venus stand there still, seemingly in shock.

Danny Vice: Second, your little Ultimate X match at Viva La GWC. We’re going to change that up. But don’t you worry, it’s still going to be Ultimate X. However, it’s going to be a 5-man Ultimate X match. 2 members of your little EPW against 2 GWC members for the GWC World Title.

Nikki Venus begins to laugh in the ring.

Nikki Venus: You idiot, that’s only 4 competitors.

Danny Vice: You’re right. Our fifth man will be the man YOU screwed over tonight.

“Miseria Cantare” by AFI hits the speakers as AFI. Yukio Blaze steps out onto the stage to another enormous roar from the crowd.

Danny Vice: So we know we have T-Money, Yukio Blaze, and Crimson Pfeiffer. I’ll wait till next week to find out who your second choice is. Good to see you, Nikki.

Vice laughs as T-Money smiles inside of the ring. Crimson Pfeiffer begins screaming up at Danny Vice, furious over the evening’s ending as the credits begin to roll. Vice just keeps on laughing.

Phil Brooks: Incredible! Reckless Jack! David Alastair! Danny Vice! They all made their returns tonight! My God! See you on Massacre!

[The Stargazer]

Very nice show, my character is getting more and more dastardly. lol