7/25 Wednesday Night Assault Results (34)

[Danny Vice]

BOOM! An explosion of fireworks is set-off in the Rome Stadio Olimpico for an exciting edition of Wednesday Night Assault. "My Time Is Now" by John Cena and The Trademarch plays, with a huge negative reaction from the Italian crowd as the cameras swing in on Josh Harter and Phil Brooks.

Phil Brooks: Well, I guess no one here likes this song.

Josh Harter: Who would?

Phil Brooks: Regardless, tonight is going to be huge with not only two title matches, but our first ever 6-man Champion v. Challenger match.

Josh Harter: Yes, we not only have Cam Connor defending the Ultimate Title against Chrysta and former champ Kevin Sensation, but also The Disciple defending his Television Title against Skyler Striker!

Phil Brooks: And that big 6-man match-up of T-Money, Alastair, and Thunder, facing Ryder, Snad, and Hardaway! With those title matches coming in the next two weeks, I would say it is ever important for the champions to continue their dominance in the ring.

Josh Harter: Amen brother. We also have a big fourway battle with Darkness, Pillage, Kid Hollywood, and the newcomer and Tag Champion, Outcast.

Phil Brooks: Let us not forget his tag partner in action with a different teammate, JW McCammon, facing two of EPW's finest in Kid Alpha and Triple X.

Josh Harter: Kid Alpha better be aware of Chris Andretti after their encounter at Viva La GWC. Speaking of which, the backstage feud finally comes out in a No Holds Barred match with Chris Andretti and Drake Kencedro, tonight!

Phil Brooks: And my selection for the next rising star in the GWC. The Lone Wolf, faces Your Random Hero Yukio Blaze. Can the rookie defeat the wily veteran?

Josh Harter: Speaking of GWC veterans, Dead End tags up once again against Murder Inc, with the winner getting The Gold Foundation at Tribulation for the Tag Team Titles. Have we ever had a card quite as large as this?

Phil Brooks: Never, and we had better get to it, because our first four competitors are already in the ring!

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Outcast v. Pillage v. Darkness v. Kid Hollywood

All four men are already in the ring as they stare each other down as Darkness gives his belt to the referee. Kid Hollywood stares at the gold with a lust in his eyes. Outcast looks at him and smirks. Pillage surveys the land and looks at Darkness. Darkness looks back at Pillage and cracks a smile. The bell rings and all four men start brawling in the ring, a melee of kicks and punches.

Phil Brooks: What a massive melee!

Josh Harter: Wasn’t that a PPV way back when?!

Phil Brooks: I don’t think so!

As the smoke clears Darkness and Pillage pair off as Kid Hollywood and Outcast go right for each other with fists clinched! Outcast and Kid Hollywood go toe-to-toe, until the much bigger Outcast knocks Kid Hollywood to the mat with a clothesline, knocking Kid for a loop! Darkness pokes Pillage in the chest and then mocks him! Darkness tries to back Pillage back into the corner with some chops and punches, but Pillage knocks Darkness to the mat with a huge boot to the face! Darkness gets up, walks around, swings a couple of punches and falls faces first on the mat! Outcast grabs Kid Hollywood and lifts him up for a huge gorilla press slam to the outside of the ring! The crowd goes crazy and Hollywood rolls around on the mat as Outcast turns around and is standing face to face with Pillage!

Pillage grabs Outcast by the throat and has an evil gleam in his eye as the crowd goes wild. Kid Hollywood gets back on the ring apron as Pillage signals for the Chokeslam! Pillage goes to lift Outcast up, but is nailed from behind by a missile dropkick from the top rope by Kid Hollywood! Pillage is knocked forward and lets go of Outcast. Darkness gets back to his feet and chop blocks the dazed Pillage, making him collapse to the mat. Darkness locks in a single leg crab on Pillage. Kid Hollywood taunts Pillage saying Outcast is his! Kid Hollywood lifts Outcast up to his feet, but Outcast nails him with a chop and throws Hollywood to the ropes as Darkness is cinching the hold in. Outcast goes for a sit down spinebuster, but Kid Hollywood catches Outcast on the rebound with a swinging neckbreaker! Kid Hollywood then runs and rebounds off the ropes with a standing shooting star press onto Outcast’s prone body as Pillage is trying to power out of the Darkness’s single leg crab. Kid Hollywood makes a cover...1...2...kickout by Outcast! Kid Hollywood gets up just as Pillage uses his strength and powers out!

Phil Brooks: What strength by Pillage!

Josh Harter: Kid Hollywood got the pin!

Phil Brooks: No he didn’t it was just a two-count!

Josh Harter: It should have been a three!

Phil Brooks: Shut up!

Pillage gets back to his feet as does Outcast and all four men go at it again! Pillage throws Darkness to the ropes, runs and goes to clothesline Darkness out of the ring, but Darkness drops down, grabbing the rope, sending Pillage to the floor on the outside! Darkness falls to the mat laughing at Pillage as Kid Hollywood lifts Outcast to his feet and goes for a snap suplex, but Outcast reverses with a knee to the face and then grabs Kid Hollywood and nails him with a BTB suplex! Outcast makes a cover...1...2...Darkness drops a leg onto Outcast breaking the count! Darkness grabs Kid Hollywood, but Kid Hollywood small packages him...1...2...Outcast breaks it up! The crowd cheers and Outcast goes after Kid Hollywood as Pillage is pulling himself up on the outside. Outcast nails Kid Hollywood with a double underhook suplex as Pillage slides into the ring. Pillage has an evil gleam in his eye. Darkness is up and Pillage grabs him by the throat and delivers a huge powerbomb! Outcast turns around to see Darkness hit the mat! Darkness rolls to the outside as Outcast tries to hit the monster with a couple of punches, but they have no effect and Pillage floors him with a big boot! Darkness disappears under the ring as Kid Hollywood is back up and runs right into another powerbomb! Pillage lifts both fists to the air and flexes as Outcast and Kid Hollywood lay on the mat.

Phil Brooks: Oh my god! Pillage has laid everybody out!

Pillage takes a minute to survey the damage as a box mysteriously slides into the ring. Pillage turns around and picks it up and looks at it as Outcast and Kid Hollywood are trying to get up.

Phil Brooks: What the hell is that?!

Josh Harter: I don’t know I am just watching!

Phil Brooks: Didn’t Darkness go under the ring?!

Josh Harter: I don’t know, why are you asking me!

Phil Brooks: O for the love of God!

The box suddenly springs open spraying Pillage in the face with a dark green mist! Pillage grabs his face and stumbles around as Darkness rolls from underneath the ring and leaps onto the apron.

Pillage stumbles over to the edge and Darkness drops him across the ring ropes with a guillotine drop! Pillage falls to the mat holding his throat as Outcast is up and about! Outcast makes a cover on Pillage...1...2...Darkness places Pillage’s foot on the ropes and the referee stops the count. Outcast gets up angry and slides to the outside and confronts Darkness as Kid Hollywood is climbing the top rope again. Outcast and Darkness are in each other’s face and Darkness has a big smile the whole time. Kid Hollywood looks at Pillage lying on the ground and then looks at the crowd. Outcast goes to knock Darkness, but Darkness ducks and when Outcast spins around Darkness nails him with a Lights Out! Kid Hollywood is just about to jump when he sees Outcast laying on the ground on the outside! Darkness looks up at Kid Hollywood tells him to jump, but Kid Hollywood can’t decide if he wants Outcast or Pillage!

Phil Brooks: Kid Hollywood has it right here! Outcast or Pillage!

Josh Harter: What drama!

Kid Hollywood looks at Outcast and then Pillage then comes off the top rope with a huge springboard shooting star legdrop to the outside onto Outcast! Both Outcast and Kid Hollywood are lying on the outside as Darkness slides back into the ring. Pillage is back up, rubbing the mist from his eyes. He finally can see, when Darkness nails him with a dropkick to the knee, knocking the big man to one knee. Darkness starts lighting Pillage up with chops and punches, trying to keep the big man down. Darkness grabs Pillage by the throat and falls back to the mat with a double-knee backbreaker! Darkness makes a cover...1...2...kickout by Pillage! Darkness goes to work on the legs again of Pillage with a couple of stomps to the knees. Outcast and Kid Hollywood are starting to stir on the outside. Darkness pulls Pillage by the leg to the middle of the ring and gives his leg another couple of stomps then locks in the single leg crab once again!

Josh Harter: Looks like Darkness is trying to end the match here!

Kid Hollywood is up and clearing out the cobwebs as Darkness cinches the hold in more, with Pillage face a mixture of green mist and pain. Kid Hollywood sees what is going on and slides into the ring, runs up and nails Darkness with an Enzugiri, breaking the hold! Kid Hollywood lifts Darkness up and nails him with the Paparazzi Driver! Kid Hollywood makes the cover...1...2...Outcast is back in and drops an elbow on to Hollywood! Outcast picks up Kid Hollywood and hits him with Black Out! Outcast goes to make the cover, but Pillage is up again and grabs Outcast from behind. Pillage locks in a Dragon Sleeper! Outcast’s arms flail around as Pillage cinches the hold in more!

Phil Brooks: I can’t believe what we have just seen! Three finishers in three minutes!

Josh Harter: I can, when you have this much talent in the ring at the same time! It can be very impressive!

Phil Brooks: That is the most impressive statement you have made all night!

Josh Harter: Don’t expect them too often!

Phil Brooks: Ok I won’t!

The referee is checking Outcast as Darkness is getting to his feet. The referee raise Outcast’s arm once, twice, but before the third can fall Darkness grabs Pillage and nails him with a huge Lights Out! Darkness falls back to the mat, holding his head and all four men lay on the mat as the crowd is going nuts for each of their favorites! Kid Hollywood is able to crawl over and cover Pillage.

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Michelle Madison: Here is your winner....KIIIIIIIIIID HOLLYWOOD!

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Murder Inc v. Dead End

Phil: Welcome back folks, we have seen some intense action so far to kick the show off, now we have a tag team match.

Josh: Two teams clash for the chance to take on the new tag champs Lexxy Royale and Newcomer, Outcast.

Phil: Both Affliction and Murder Inc have a solid team work basis, unlike the random team of Lexington and Outcast, so either team could have the advantage.

Michelle Madison: Standing at 5’10 and weighing in at 210lbs, Anthony Clark, and his partner, and standing at 5’9 and weight, 202lbs, Xavier Hudson!

Frank Castle: I made you kill your best friend. I made you kill your wife. Now I've killed you.

A Victim, A Target- by Misery Signals comes over the P.A.

As soon as Frank Miller speaks you hear, you hear the quick drum beat play and then the rest of the band kicks in as well. The walking out to the music is the team of Murder Inc. Which consist of Xavier Hudson, and Anthony Clark with their manager Jessica Richards. They all walk out together. Xavier has the cocky look on his face as he look over the crowd as the crowd delivers boos to the team. Anthony looks around with a stern look over his face as the red, and white light go all threw the arena. They stand at the top of the ramp, and then they walk down together. Clark looking focused, and Xavier yelling at fans, and cussing them out. Anthony rolls under the tops, and Xavier goes up the steps. When he gets up there Xavier sits on the ropes for Jessica to get in the ring. Once she does Xavier slowly goes into the ring with a smile on his face. Clark stretches some as he stands there, and Xavier gets on the turnbuckles, and gloats

Josh: My money is on this team

Phil: Because of Ms. Richards?

Josh: Exactly! And before you says its because of her beautiful bust, that’s only half the reason, 3-2 is always better odds.

Phil: Did you just make a good point?

Michelle Madison: “Standing at 5’11 and weighing in at 190lbs, the Emperor, and his partner, standing at 6’10 and weighing in at 320lbs he is Phantom.”

Over the P.A. comes, Walk with Me in Hell by Lamb of God
The video screen shows a man walking down a hallway then as he reaches the end; the man lifts his head and it shows a skull on fire w/ a barbwire crown. Then the music starts to play as fog rolls in and the lights turn a blood red. Then after about a minute, Phantom and The Emperor walk out strolling down the ramp as pyros go off with each step. Then they climb over the top rope and gets into the middle of the ring and Phantom kneels like the Undertaker then a pyrotechnical image of a flaming skull goes off. Phantom takes off his coat and shirt and slumps himself in the corner like Raven, with Emperor standing next to him.

Phil: 3-2, I don’t think it matters, look at the size difference, Phantom has a good few inches on everyone in this match, even looks like maybe a foot and a hundred pounds more than his opponents.

Josh: True….so lets get it going.

Emperor, and Hudson start the action off, as the ref signals for the bell. Emperor goes for a quick elbow, but Hudson ducks, and spins Emperor around hitting a European Upper Cut, dazing Emperor for a second, which is all Hudson needs to hit a snap fisherman’s suplex. Emperor arches his back on the ground in pain as Hudson sits up with a smile on his face.

Bouncing off the ropes, Hudson comes down with a knee to the head of Emperor, smiling a bit as he relaxes on his knees looking around at the crowd with a cocky smirk across his face. Hudson picks Emperor up, as they both return to a vertical base, Emperor is still leaning over, Emperor sends a few quick shots to Hudson’s stomach, and bounces off the ropes. Hudson goes for a clothesline, but Emperor slides under Hudson’s legs and pops up behind him nailing a release german suplex.

Emperor sees Hudson on the ground, he jumps across his laying body and springboards off Hudson onto the second rope and is in the air for a moon Sault, but Hudson moves out of the way, and Emperor crashes to the mat holding his stomach in pain. Hudson stands up, taunts a bit, and goes to tag in Clark, now it’s a 2-1 situation. The two men get Emperor up, Hudson holds Emperor’s arms behind his back as Clark steps back and comes up with a super kick, Emperor ducks and Hudson is knocked clear out of the ring. Emperor does a leg sweep and hit’s a corkscrew leg drop. Emperor then drags Clark’s leg over to his corner, and tags in the big man, Phantom…

Josh: Oh my god…

Phil: Phantom is huge compared to these guys.

Phantom steps on Clark as he enters the ring, he picks up Clark, and gets him up in the power bomb. Emperor is up on the top, and does a clothesline to Clark as Phantom brings down a huge power bomb, Emperor slides out of the ring and returns to the apron, as Clark slowly pulls himself up using Phantom’s leg. Phantom picks up Clark the rest of the way and nails straight elbows the face, Phantom gets Clark into the corner, stepping back he runs towards the corner with speed, Clark ducks and Phantom bounces out, Clark barely gets his leg up high enough for the super kick, knocking Phantom down, but that used the last bit of energy Clark has, so he falls on top of Phantom.

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Michelle Madison: Here are your winners and #1 Contender’s….MURDER INC!

[Danny Vice]

Reckless Jack segment

As the opening strains of “What I’ve Done” by Linkin Park starts to come into the arena, it goes dark as people wonder what is going on. As the opening keeps going, people start to get restless as nothing is going on. As the song still builds up, people start to check their cell phones or talk amongst themselves until the song breaks through and gets into the hard part. Strobe lights kick into effect as the first verse finally enters the arena.

In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

So let mercy come
And wash away

Phil Brooks: Could it be?

Josh Harter: I've heard the rumors.

The arena stays the same as the song keeps going.

What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done

Josh Harter: Dammit, just end the suspense and come out here already.

Phil Brooks: Agreed.

Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands
Of uncertainty

So let mercy come
And wash away

WHAT I'VE DONE!!!

Finally Reckless Jack appears some wild cheers among the fans as he breathes in and out deeply. He throws out his arms as the lights come back on. Reckless Jack looks out at the crowd as he sees some of them singing along with the song. He nods his head as he starts to walk down to the ring. During his walk, he slaps a few hands of fans wanting to make some form of contact with him. When Reckless Jack gets near the ring apron, he turns around with his back to the ring. He makes the “X” sign with his arms before turning back around and rolling into the ring. Once in the ring, he gets on the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms out again before bringing them back into the “X” sign. He jumps off that turnbuckle and does the same thing on the opposite one. Once he jumps off of that one, Reckless Jack goes into the middle of the ring and pulls out a microphone from his hooded sweatshirt.

Reckless Jack: *Gets cut off*

Crowd: REVOLUTION! REVOLUTION! REVOLUTION!

Jack smiles as he looks out at the fans a bit more before raising his microphone.

Reckless Jack: It appears I wasn't forgotten during my time away from the ring due to an injury. It appears that you fans still remember who I am. To you new fans and new guys in the back, I am "The Self Revolution" Reckless Jack. Now about a month ago, I stood in this ring and told you fans it would be at least two months before I could think about stepping back into this ring to compete for you fans. You could call me a fast healer as I have medically cleared to wrestle.

The crowd cheers.

Reckless Jack: The problem is who is there to face. I ran that bitch Creeping Death out of this place. You all remember from Kingdom Come when I choked him out. He never tapped. I took the very essence of life away from him to the point where the ref had to see if he was breathing. He wasn't so I beat him... again. But this isn't about that bitch. This is about me. You see GWC, I've been watching, I've been looking for the past few months when I've been able to and I see these EPW Wrestlers trying to take over this company. Normally, I'd jump all over this but like I said a month ago, those GWC guys in the back, they got a great handle on things. Then I see my great friend David Alastair beat another good friend and good rival in JW McCammon in a technical classic. I hate to say this but we might be the best promotion in the United States, the World and the whole goddamn universe. So, I would like to...

Reckless Jack gets cut off by "Washing Away Me in the Tides" as David Alastair comes out with the US Title around his waist and microphone in hand. Reckless Jack smirks as David walks down to the ring and goes up the steps to enter. David raises his microphone.

David Alastair: So here you are, Reckless Jack, former multi-time World Champion, standing in the ring that I thought I would never see him in again. Let me be the first to say this to you. Welcome back.

The crowd joins in "Welcoming back" Reckless Jack as well.

Reckless Jack: I thank you sir. I thank you fans. Thank you to everyone. But at this time, I would like to remind you fans of something David and I had cooked up quite a few months ago. This idea came to be known as Uncultured Youth. You see, I joined the Cultured Society that says its okay throw back a few beers after work and like up a j and blazed. But now that's changed. The whole of idea of my Revolution is to be a "Straight Edge" much like David Alastair. So by being "Straight Edge" we are no longer part of that society that says its alright do drink, to do drugs, to have sex with anything that moves. Anyone who feels this way is free to join us as Uncultured Youth. We aren't going to berate you fans for enjoying a beer. That isn't our purpose. Our purpose is to just become our own society, the Uncultured Society, Uncultured Youth. Gold Foundation, we'll see you in August.

"Strength Within" by War Of Ages fills the arena as Reckless Jack and David Alastair leave the ring under the banner of Uncultured Youth.

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Kid Alpha and Triple X v. Lexington "The Poet" Royale and JW McCammon

Phil Brooks: “This next match is pure GWC vs. EPW feud material. A duo representing each group is ready, willing, and able to do their best to claim victory in this match up for bragging rights.”

Josh Harter: “Here’s hoping Kid Alpha and Triple X show these two goody goody’s who’s boss!”

Phil Brooks: “Where’s your loyalty at, man?”

Josh Harter: “I’ll tell you after Tribulation.”

Michelle Madison: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a standard tag team match. First coming down the aisle…he represents EPW…weighing in at 216 pounds and standing at 5’10’’ tall…hailing from Long Island, New York…this is Kid Alpha!”

The opening to “Superman” by Goldfinger hits and Kid Alpha makes his way out from behind the curtain. The fans cheer as Alpha makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with them along the way. He then sprints towards the ring and dives under the bottom rope. He gets up, runs over to the far turnbuckle, and then jumps up to the second rope. The Kid raises his arms, climbs up to the top rope, and does a back flip down to the canvas. He then points to the sky as the music fades out.

Michelle Madison: “And his partner…also representing EPW…weighing in at 250 pounds and standing at 6’5” tall…hailing from Trenton, New Jersey…this is Triple X!”

"And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti."

The power goes out completely as the arena fills with smoke and flashes of camera light. A platform rises from below the stage and on it is a man, head down and with a hood on covering his face. The prayer finishes and the static hits and with that comes a feeble light upon the man.

"She never looked so good
And I never felt so right"

The light becomes bright upon the man and the man lifts his head and extends his arms outward and starts to tilt his head back...when the screaming starts Triple X's hood has fallen back and he keeps his head backwards with his arms extended.

"I can see her now
Dancing around her drink in hand
All her baggage in tow
I just want to forget and let go
Of all the joy, the pain
I took your guilt and placed it into me
And now I kiss it goodbye
Our last dance ended fatally"

The words began to hit the PA system and Triple X lifts his head to a normal postion and drops his extended arms while gazing and smirking at the crowd. He begins his descent down the ramp.

"Who's sleeping on my side of the bed tonight?
have you ever cried so hard?
Baby you just died (You just died)
Who's sleeping on my side of the bed tonight?
have you ever cried so hard?
have you ever cried so hard?"

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 as he tilts his head back.

"There she goes again
Another masquerade in false circumstance
She'll f**k you just for the taste
I just wish that I could replace
All the memories of what makes my blood run cold
As your blood runs through me
I say goodbye to what we had"

Triple X raises his head again and drops his arms to get in the ring. He gets on the ring post and in sign language he spells "cXf" and points to himself.

"Who's sleeping on my side of the bed tonight?
have you ever cried so hard?
Baby you just died (You just died)
Who's sleeping on my side of the bed tonight?
have you ever cried so hard?
have you ever cried so hard?"

Triple X drops from the turnbuckle and hangs on the ropes next to Kid Alpha as they wait for their opponents.

Michelle Madison: “And now their opponents. First coming down the aisle…he represents the GW-“

The power to Michelle’s microphone is cut off as 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...

Reginald Churchill: "Thank you Ms. Madison but I have it from here. Ladies and gentlemen...about to come down the aisle...weighing in at 235 pounds and standing at 6'3" tall...he hails from London, England and is known as the Word Warrior, the Civil Champion, and the Artful Avenger...not to mention currently one half of the GWC Tag Team Champions…he is none other than...Lexington "The Poet" Royale!"

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony plays throughout the arena as Mr. Royale emerges from the curtain with his Tag Team Championship around his waist, 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.

Michelle Madison: “May I continue? Thank you, Sir Reginald. And his partner…also representing the GWC…weighing in at 235 pounds and standing at 6’2” tall…hailing from Sumter, South Carolina…this is ‘The Mercenary’ JW McCammon!”

The arena goes black and "Bite The Bullet" by Machine Head starts to play as dark blue strobe lights hit and the crowd starts to buzz. The crowd erupts as JW McCammon walks out onto the stage with his black leather jacket and dark shades on. He pauses for a minute on the stage and stares at the crowd and then raises his arms to the air as the crowd pops. McCammon starts heading to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans along the way.

JW walks up the steps of the ring on the far side and then walks across the ring apron as he looks at the crowd. He then raises his arms and gets into the ring. McCammon walks around the ring, takes his sunglasses and jacket off, and hands them to the ring attendant. He then greets Lexington as the two prepare to battle the EPW invaders.

Phil Brooks: “Here we go folks. It looks like it will be Kid Alpha starting things off against JW McCammon.”

Josh Harter: “Go team!”

Phil Brooks: “What team, exactly?”

Josh Harter: “…the…team I’m rooting for?”

Phil Brooks: “Of course.”

McCammon and Alpha lock up with JW getting the upperhand. He locks in an armbar and hits a couple of chops to the chest before Irish whipping the Kid off the ropes, knocking him down with a shoulder block. JW then bounces off the ropes, jumps over a prone Kid Alpha, who pops up and hits an arm drag on the Mercenary. McCammon then pops up and gets hit by a dropkick and then another one. The Kid hits a couple of punches and brings JW over to his corner, making the tag to Triple X.

Phil Brooks: “Here comes Tristan Kist, ready to unload some punishment on JW McCammon.”

Josh Harter: “That’s right, baby! Go Triple X!”

Phil Brooks: “Just what I thought. Traitor.”

TX kicks a fallen Mercenary a couple of times before gesturing to the crowd, drawing a series of boos. He then stands up JW and clotheslines him over the top rope, down to the floor. Kist then gets into an argument with Lexington on the opposite side, drawing the Englishman into the ring. The referee stops him however and no one is around to prevent Kid Alpha from dropping down, grabbing McCammon, and throwing him into the ring steps!

Phil Brooks: “Come on! This is ridiculous. Cheap shots as usual from EPW.”

Josh Harter: “Cheap shots? These guys are just doing whatever it takes to win the match. By any means necessary!”

Phil Brooks: “Who are you? A Nation of Domination member? This is 2007, Josh.”

The referee finally gets Lexington out of the ring as Kid Alpha throws McCammon back into the ring. TX puts the boots to him a few times before making another tag to the Kid. He stands up JW and throws him off the ropes, ducking to hit a back body drop. However, the Mercenary comes back and hits a dropkick right to the top of Alpha’s head! He rolls around in pain and McCammon now makes an attempt to make the tag to the Poet. Unfortunately for the fan favorites, TX enters the ring, runs across, and knocks Lexington from the ring apron.

Phil Brooks: “More wrong doing by Triple X. Just when it looked like things might turn around, he interferes and now they’ve got McCammon back in their corner. And there’s the tag to Tristan Kist, who comes up to unleash more damage.”

TX stands JW up in the corner and starts hitting a combination of jabs and crosses to the jaw. He brings McCammon out of the corner and looks to be hitting a big move. Yes, he’s going into Beast Mode! TX hits one…two…three…and now the big and final fourth knee to the head-no! JW has somehow caught the knee and gets Kist in the hold for a capture release suplex. He pops his hips and throws him right back into the face of Kid Alpha! The Kid is knocked to the floor and TX is in pain as McCammon now has a chance to finally make a tag to the Tag Team Champion. He crawls ever so slowly to the corner…there’s the tag!

Phil Brooks: “Triple X is in for it now! Lexington is in the match!”

Josh Harter: “No! Not this again! The dreaded hot tag!”

The Poet rushes over and hits a big clothesline on TX, who pops up only to receive a second, and now a third clothesline. Kid Alpha has reentered the ring, only to receive a series of punches and then an Irish whip into a huge back body drop. McCammon has now gotten back into the action as he has TX in the corner and looks ready to hit some mounted punches. Lexington has Kid Alpha in the same situation on the opposite side and they look over their shoulders at one another. They both then turn and hit the ten punches at the same time with the crowd counting them on. The faces climb down and now Irish whip their opponents into each other. Finally the referee forces JW out of the ring, along with Kid Alpha. The legal men are now the Poet and TX.

Phil Brooks: “Great teamwork here from the impromptu team of Lexington Royale and JW McCammon. Let’s see if they can close it out.”

Kid Alpha is out of it on the apron and Lexington is now setting up TX for the Pen Is Mightier. He brings back his fist for the kill shot…but is blocked! Kist now hits Triple X Rated! This could be it. There’s the pin…1…2…3-no! JW gets in at the last moment to break up the pin. However, Kid Alpha has shaken the cobwebs loose and charged across the ring to clothesline himself and McCammon from the ring.

Phil Brooks: “The referee has to get control of things here!”

Josh Harter: “What are you talking about? Let them fight!”

TX grabs Lexington’s Tag Team Championship from the corner of the ring and looks to knock out the Poet with the ref’s back turned. Royale slowly gets to his feet as Tristan takes a swing with the belt. However, the Poet ducks and hits Verbal Violence! He gets the referee’s attention just as JW launches Kid Alpha over the barrier on the outside. Here’s the cover…1…2…3! The match is over!

Michelle Madison: “Here are your winners…Lexington ‘The Poet’ Royale and JW McCammon!”

Phil Brooks: “They pulled it off! EPW tried to cheat their way to victory but the GWC reigns supreme once again!”

Josh Harter: “…for now.”

The Mercenary joins Lexington inside the ring as the fans cheer on the GWC faithful. They raise their hands in victory as we now go to a commercial break as the audience continues to applaud the winners.

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THUG Segment

A doubt filled heart of a young man moves through the hallways, he is wearing a black t-shirt with an XC logo on it, on his legs are jeans and a pair of black Vans. He sighs a bit as he opens a locker room door and smiles at the African American who stands in there relaxing, the mans title belt not to far away from him.

A camera man stands out of the view point to get this scene on tape as Xavier makes his way into the locker room. T-Money stands to greet him, but Xavier holds his hand out to stop him from coming any closer. Xavier looks down for a few seconds, and back up. T-Money looks a bit worried, but Xavier gives him a reassuring smile. The two look at each other for a second before Xavier says something…

Xavier: “T, you’ve done more for me than anyone in this business, I was a two time tv champ with Thug… but I feel as though I’ve reached my limits, there isn’t another man in this business, that I respect more than you, but I finally think its time for me to spread my wings…”

T-Money rubs his chin and looks at Xavier a bit.

T-Money: “My Soldier, my Friend, my Brother… are you sure?”

Xavier sighs a bit as he shakes his head.

Xavier: “This is one of the hardest choices I’ve had to make in a long time, but yes, T, I gotta do this, I need to reach for the stars, and T.H.U.G, was just a important part of my career… but it can’t last forever…”

T-Money walks over and rests his hand on Xavier’s shoulder and sighs.

T-Money: “Well, then, you can leave…”

Xavier holds his hand out, T-Money takes it and pushes it away.

T-Money: “Aint no need for that… you know where the respect lies.”

T-Money pats his Title as Xavier nods and starts to walk away…

T-Money: “Oh yeah, Xavier… I forgot..”

Xavier turns around and is met with a title shot to the head, knocking him down. T-Money starts to lay down boots, as Xavier tries to cover up. T-Money picks him up and hits Xavier again with the title, busting him open. “You Think you can just give this up, nah homie, ima beat you outta THUG.” T-Money hits Xavier with the title again before picking him up in a fisherman’s suplex position and walks him out of the locker room. He rams Xavier head first into a wall, busting Xavier open even more. T then puts Xavier through a nearby table of food. Xavier is laid out backstage, the camera catching every second. The young superstar lays there bleeding over some shrimp and sandwiches as he slowly tries to get up.

T-Money: “ Now your out of THUG bitch…”

Xavier gets on his hands and knees trying to get up, but T-Money sends hard kick to his ribs. Xavier falls down holding his rib cage as T-Money walks off.

After a few moments EMTs rush over to Xavier helping him up, they try to wipe away the blood but he shakes them off, staggering away a bloody mess. But a man follows him down the hallway…

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Xavier Cross segment

Man: “Hey, Cross, hold up!”

Xavier stops, turning around holding his head.

Man: “You bled on the damn sandwiches!”

Xavier doesn’t know whether to laugh or say fuck off, but the man approaches him, Xavier recognizes him to be Thunder. Xavier gets defensive his free hand turning into a fist.

Thunder: “Chillax Home-Boy, listen, I just say the beat down that mediocre champ gave to you, listen, you got the makings of a main event world title holder… well, except your missing on thing…”

Xavier looks at him with a weird glance, but decides to let him finish..

Thunder: “Listen kid, you need one thing, that no other superstar has backstage…”

Xavier looks around and then back at Thunder and finally says something.

Xavier: “Let me guess, this is something you have?”

Thunder smirks, and then nods.

Xavier: “Sorry but I’m not about roids…”

Thunder laughs a bit and walks closer to Xavier.

Thunder: “Nah, what you need Xavier, is you need Thunder…. You need electricity to send you to the top, let me teach you, being a former champ myself. I can teach you the ins and outs of the bright lights, main event opponents, and even steps to get to the World Championship…”

Xavier looks at him strangely.

Xavier: “What do you get out of it.”

Thunder: “Other than seeing the fruits of a young champion getting what he deserves… maybe you could give me a title shot?”

Xavier gives Thunder a strange look.

Xavier: “Listen, I don’t need THUG’s help, and I don’t need yours…”

Thunder: “Listen Kid, T-Money is afraid, and will do anything to keep that belt, I’m surprised he hasn’t attacked Ryder yet, but listen, talk to me next week, and give me an answer okay… oh, and go get that cleaned up man, it’ll get infected.”

Thunder pats Xavier on the back and walks away, leaving a confused, and bloody Xavier standing in the hallway.

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Chrysta segment

*The camera switches to backstage, where it focuses on the door to the arena’s storage freezer. After a minute of waiting, the door opens up, and the Ice Queen of GWC, Chrysta, walks out. As she walks a few feet forward, Tim Ryan appeoaches her with a mic in hand, and walks alongside her.*

Tim Ryan: Chrysta! Chrysta, tonight you face off for the Ultimate Champion, and if you win, you will be GWC’s first ever female champion! How do you feel about this?

*Chrysta stops, causing Tim to stop as well. Chrysta slowly turns her head to Tim, staring at him coldly.*

Chrysta:…

Tim Ryan: Um…any response?

Chrysta:…

Tim Ryan: Okay, speechless, I guess. Too nervous to talk?

Chrysta:…

Tim Ryan: Still nothing? Okay…let’s try this, then. Do you think you’re going to win tonight?

Chrysta:…

*After a few seconds, Chrysta nods her head slowly.*

Tim Ryan: Okay, close enough. Alright, thank you for your time, and good luck.

*Chrysta turns her head away from Ryan, and without saying anything, marches off. Ryan, meanwhile, feels a little chilled as he watches Chrysta go towards the arena for her match.*

Tim Ryan: Damn…I feel like she gave me the cold shoulder…GET IT?! AHAHAHAAAA!

*As the scene transitions back to Phil and Josh, you can actually hear the cameraman’s eyes roll at Tim’s lame joke.*

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Ultimate Title Match
Cam Connor (c) v. Kevin Sensation v. Chrysta

All three begin in the ring, but Chrysta slides out at the start to get some weapons out from under the mat. She comes back with a sledgehammer and busts the champion wide open. Her pin attempt is broken up by a trashcan to the head from Sensation. Sensation then places the trashcan over Connor's head, and hits a biiiiiiiiig splash from the top for a two count. Chrysta takes out Sensation with a russian legsweep onto a steel char, but Connor breaks up the pin attempt. Chrysta tries for Guiltless stabbing, but Connor avoids it and she hits the steel post. Sensation hits Connor with a powerbomb then sets up a table. He places Connor on it, looking for the Sensational Frog Splash, when newcomer Bobby Cairo hops the railing and shoves Sensation off the turnbuckle to the arena floor. Connor then whips Chrysta into the turnbuckle, takes her up top and hits the Sky Cam through the table for the three count and retains the title. On the outside, Bobby Cairo sends Sensation through a table with the Cairopractor.

[Danny Vice]

Yukio Blaze v. The Lone Wolf

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

The lights go out, with Lone standing on the entrance ramp with his brother Billy at his side. As the first few parts of 'Wait and Bleed' by Slipknot play over the pa system.

I've felt the hate rise up in me...
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves...
I wander out where you can't see...
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...

Goodbye!

On the word goodbye, Lone paces down the ramp with Billy greeting the fans giving them flowers as Lone fixates on the ring, changing into a full run as he slides under the bottom rope, with Billy still pre-occupied.

I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time
Everything is 3D blasphemy
My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way I pictured me
I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES!
How the hell did I get here?
Something about this, so very wrong...
I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this
Is it a dream or a memory?

Then pyros blow from two of the corners whilst Lone stands in the middle of the ring as he removes his hood, with Billy on the outside as Lone is waiting for his opponent to arrive.

Michelle Madison: Introducing first, hailing from Bournemouth, England, weighing in at 215 pounds… “The Irresistible Force” Brian Wolf!

The lights goes out in the arena. The beginning note of "Miseria Cantare" plays over the speakers. Smoke starts to fill the entrance way. The house lights start to flicker with the music beat. The drum beat starts to play and Yukio Blaze comes out from the titan tron to a standing ovation while the crowd sings along. Yukio drops down to his knee's then looks around the arena at the fans. He gets off the ground and takes his time to get in the ring and admires the crowd in the process. Gets in the ring and walks over the a turnbuckle and climbs to the middle buckle and throws up the V-1 Sign with his right hand and takes his left hand and grips his right wrist to make devil horns. He then jumps down, walks over to a turnbuckle and then waits for his opponent.

Michelle Madison: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds….Yukio Blaze!

The bell rings, and Wolf rushes at Yukio, catching him off guard. He hits him with a few stiff chops, before sending him into the corner with an Irish Whip. He charges at Blaze, but Yukio is able to move out of the way as Wolf crashes into the turnbuckle. Blaze rushes at him, hitting a Shining Wizard followed up with a Bulldog. Yukio makes a quick cover.

…1

…2

Wolf is able to kick out, and Blaze looks stunned.

Josh Harter: Wow, Blaze almost had this won with that.

Phil Brooks: Wolf is a fighter though, you can’t count him out.

Wolf gets back to his feet, but is met with a swift kick to the gut. As Yukio goes for a second kick, Wolf grabs his leg and trips him, springing up to his feet. Yukio bounces back up, and the two men lock up. Once again, Blaze is sent into the corner with an Irish Whip. This time, Wolf walks over, and hits him with three knife edge chops, before lifting him up onto his shoulders. He hits a running Samoan Drop, then jumps up and bounces off the middle rope, hitting a springboard Moonsault.

Phil Brooks: Look at that display of athleticism by Wolf.

Josh Harter: He calls that the Wolfanator. Kinda gay if you ask me.

Wolf hooks the leg, as the ref begins to count.

….1

….2

…Yukio kicks out right before the ref brings his hand down a third time. Now Wolf is determined, and begins to work on the back of Blaze. He lifts him up, and slams him down with a brutal backbreaker. Yukio screams out in pain, as Wolf drives his knee into his back.

Phil Brooks: This match might be coming to an end for Yukio

Josh Harter: I think you might be right Phil.

Wolf looks to the crowd, and signals for the end of the match. He lifts Yukio off the mat, and slams him down with a Powerbomb. He locks his hands, and uses all his strength to lift Yukio up once more, and deliver a second powerbomb. He grabs the legs of Blaze, and locks in the Sharpshooter.

Phil Brooks: The Wolf’s Edge, it has to be over now.

Josh Harter: Yukio is in the middle of the ring, with no help in sight.

As Wolf applies pressure, Yukio reaches out for the ropes, but notices that they are nowhere in sight. As the pressure builds up, Blaze is forced to tap out.

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner….Brian Wolf!

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Outcast segment

The scene opens in the back area of the arena. Outcast is seen walking with his tag title slung over his shoulder, he is passing many GWC employees. He turns a cornor and bumps into a a fellow GWC star, and he slightly shivers after the accidental physical contact. He bumbed into none other than Chrysta.

Outcast: Sorry I...hey. You're Chrysta. The Ice Queen, the future first female title holder.

No answer.

Outcast: Hello...anyone home? Are you deaf? Mute? Or just plain ignorant?

Still silence, except no for an icy stair. Outcast looks at his title, as he sees she is stairing at it as well.

Outcast: Impressive huh? My debut and I walk out a champion. First in GWC as well. You're not the talkative type are you? That's cool. I like them silent.

She just walks past him, as he shivers again.

Outcast: Hmm, maybe my sin IS lust after all.

He starts to walk again and then stops, seeing his tag partner Lexington ''The Poet'' Royale.

Outcast: Hey man.

Lexington: What was that? You're not....you're not thinking of besmerching her, are you?

Outcast: Be..what? Oh you think..well..would be a challenge.

Lexington: Please, get your head out of the gutter. We have to concentrate on future events, not ice cold...well...unlady like women.

Outcast: Easy, easy. Look lets just go and discuss startegy plans. I'm in no hurry to lose the titles at Tribulation, or anytime after.

Lexington: Quite.

They soon walk down the hall. Outcast looks behind him to see if Chrysta is anywhere in sight, which she is not.

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T-Money / David Alastair / Thunder v. Ryder / Snad / Kevin Hardaway

Michelle Madison: The following match is a champions versus contenders match! Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds and from the Path to Hell, the number one contender to the World Championship, Ryder!

Smoke fills the ringside area and "Kingdom Come" by Godflesh begins to play as we see a shadowy figure emerge from the curtain. Dressed in a chainmail sleeveless shirt, black jeans, and a pair of black boots, this man makes his way to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, stands, and sticks both fists straight out to his sides as he tilts his head back and looks to the rafters. His long blonde hair falls back from his face to reveal deep blue eyes and a face that is tormented. He then goes to the corner of the ring and sits against the bottom turnbuckle as the music fades and the lights turn back on. This is Ryder.

Michelle Madison: Next, the number one contender to the Tapout Title, weighing in at 230 pounds and from Baltimore, Maryland, he is Kevin Hardaway!

All of the lights in the arena fall out and now the arena is in pitch black darkness as everybody's wondering what the hell is going on. Then, all of a sudden, the following is heard throughout the arena as blue and white lights flicker on and off near the entrance ramp.

When we embrace what lies within, our potential has no limit. The future is filled with promise, the present rife with expectation. But when we deny our instinct, and struggle against our deepest urges, uncertainty begins. Where does this path lead? When will the changes end? Is this transformation a gift, or a curse? For those who fear what lies ahead, the most important question of all: can we really ever change what we are?

As with that, music starts playing...like a weird drum beat mixed in with guitars. As the blue and white lights start to strobe more and more as the beat picks up, the following is screamed out loudly

THIS FIRE BURNS!

And with that, Killswitch Engage's "This Fire Burns" comes blaring over the system. People now cheer loudly as they know who it is, and out of the blue and white strobe lights walks Kevin Hardaway, getting cheered as he walks around the entrance ramp, trying to get all of the people and fans on their feet, going nuts as he finally starts walking to the ring, chorus playing and all.

Even through the darkest days
This fire burns, always
This fire burns
Always

Kevin hits the ring and thinks for a second, before pulling his head back up as he runs and jumps in one stride on the apron. Kevin gets in the ring and immediately goes on the top turnbuckle raising his arms up in the air, the fans cheering for him as he drops down and awaits his next fate in the ring.

Michelle Madison: And the last man on the contenders team, weighing in at 201 pounds, and from only God knows where, he is the contender to the United States Title, Snad!

"People = Shit" by Slipknot hits the PA system, and out comes Snad from the back. He simply walks down to the ring, no-nonsense, and enters by sliding under the bottom rope. In the ring, Snad stands up, throws his arms to the sides and tilts his head back, taking in the crowd.

Phil Brooks: The three number one contenders against the three champions, we could be seeing predictions of what will happen in their matches over the next few weeks all in this one matchup.

Josh Harter: It’s a tag match, Phil, they might be disadvantaged by their teammates, especially in the Tapout division, as dominance can only be asserted through submission moves there.

Michelle Madison: And from the Champions team, introducing first, from New York City, weighing in at 226 pounds, he is the United States Champion and the Citizen Solider, David Alastair!

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 walking 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. David stays at the corner, quickly stretching out his arms and legs.

“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…”

Michelle Madison: Next, weighing in at 230 pounds and originating from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is the Tapout Champion, Michael “Thunder” Knight!

"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.

Michelle Madison: And finally, ladies and gentlemen, weighing in at 183 pounds and from Orlando, Florida, he is the GWC World Champion, 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.

Phil Brooks: All 6 men are in the ring, who will start?

T-Money decides to begin the match for his team as he faces them and Ryder, seeing this, votes for himself to be put in. T-Money turns around as the bell rings and sees Ryder, tagging himself out to Thunder, who jumps into the ring, however this causes Hardaway to jump into the ring and tag out Ryder. Thunder, however, tags out to Alastair, and Hardaway is tagged out by Snad, who runs straight at Alastair before anyone can do anything and hits a quick Snad Cutter!

Fans: BANG!!!

Thunder jumps into the ring and tries to take Snad down but suffers the same fate, collapsing after another Snad Cutter!

Fans: BANG!!!

T-Money, however, refuses to enter the ring and hence avoids Snad, but Snad sees this and springboards off the second rope, diving through to the ring apron corner, grabbing T-Money by the neck and delivering a Snad Cutter onto the floor below!

Fans: BANG!!!!!!

Phil Brooks: I knew this would happen.

Josh Harter: There’s no stopping something like that, Phil!

Chaos erupts in the ring itself, as with Thunder and Alastair down, and Snad out of the ring brawling with T-Money on the floor, Hardaway and Ryder rush into the ring and attack Thunder and Alastair! Brawling erupts everywhere and the fans cheer like crazy as Snad rolls T-Money back into the ring. Both sides split apart and stand, brushing themselves off, when “Gonna Fly Now” by Bill Conti hits!

Josh Harter: Commissioner in da house!

Vice appears on stage, mic in hand, and the competitors stop their staring and turn to Vice instead.

Danny Vice: Seeing as you’re all so fond of brawling and not waiting for a tag, I guess I’ll turn this into a tornado tag match. Enjoy.

Vice leaves the stage and instantly the two sides go at each other!

Phil Brooks: A quick change from our commissioner and both sides are going crazy!

Ryder brawls with T-Money, Snad is taken out of the ring by a clothesline from Alastair, and after Thunder tries to exit the ring and get some breath, Hardaway nails a suicide dive right through the ropes and both collapse to the mat! Ryder, in the ring with T-Money, hits the ropes and nails a sunset flip on T-Money, rolling up for the pin.

1…
2…

No, kickout from T-Money. Ryder lifts him anyway and whips him into the ropes and T-Money comes back with an attempted clothesline, but Ryder dodges it and grabs T-Money, nailing the Last Ryde off the turnbuckle! Ryder pins T!

1…
2…

No! Ryder is interrupted by a returning Alastair, who breaks up the pin and grabs Ryder himself, hooking Ryder’s arms and nailing Abandon All Ye Hope! Alastair pins!

1…
2…

Again, the pin is broken! A returning Kevin Hardaway has delivered an axe handle to the back of Alastair and Alastair lets go, and Hardaway quickly locks in the STFU!

Phil Brooks: Hardaway has his submission finisher locked in! Could this be what we see when he faces Thunder?

Alastair looks for somewhere to go to escape the hold, but he raises his arm and brings it down – on Thunder’s foot! Thunder quickly throws Hardaway off of Alastair and hooks Hardaway in the Million Dollar Dream!

Josh Harter: I think THIS is more likely what we’ll see from Thunder! He won the Tapout Title with this move!

The ref goes to drop Hardaway’s arm…

Once…
Twice…

NO! From nowhere, Snad Cutter to Thunder!

Fans: BANG!

Phil Brooks: He’s back! Snad is returning to the match and this chain of finishers just keeps going!

Snad pins Thunder!

1…
2…
3!!!!

Phil Brooks: The contenders win the match! Snad takes it out for the #1 Contenders who will surely all have the advantage going into their respective title matches.

Josh Harter: I wouldn’t be so sure, Phil, it’s just a tag match. Individually they’re all much stronger.

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Welcome to Venus

"Cloud Nine" by Evanescence hits the speakers as the crowd booes loudly. Nikki Venus walks out with a microphone in her hand and Stargazer by her side. He holds the Money-in-the-Bank breifcase as he heads to the ring. She ignores the crowd and their signs as she walks to the ring. Stargazer slides in as Venus climbs the steps. He opens the ropes to let her inside where she waits for the crowd to die down before addressing them.

Nikki Venus: I am sure plenty of you are surprised to see me here after last week.

Crowd: DON'T COME BACK! DON'T COME BACK!

Nikki Venus: But I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. But first, the future of this federation would like to speak.

Venus smiles and hands the microphone to Stargazer.

Phil Brooks: What could she possible be up her sleeve?

Josh Harter: Something absolutely brilliant I am sure.

Stargazer: T-Money. That World Title need not rest around your waist for much longer. For it was I who began to unlatch that title at Viva La GWC. It was I who should have brought it down from the Ultimate X apparatus. And it is I who should face you next week on Assault

Crowd: You Got Beat! You Got Beat! You Got Beat!

Stargazer holds the Money-in-the-Bank briefcase over his head.

Stargazer: But certainly, you know it is only a matter of time before I take it from you myself. So I put you on notice T-Money. Because when you least expect it, I will be there.

Stargazer hands the microphone back to Nikki Venus.

Nikki Venus: Now, the reason I even...

Crowd: Slut! Slut! Slut!

Nikki Venus: The reason I even decided to have one last episode of Welcome to Venus, is to let everyone know that I no longer have any form of booking power, I still have a talent contract with the Global Wrestling Coalition. And just like any other manager, or wrestler, or even you pathetic imbiciles here in the crowd...I have a RIGHT to be here tonight!

The crowd booes.

Phil Brooks: As much as it hurts to admit, she is correct.

Josh Harter: Of course she is.

Nikki Venus: And when I first arrived here, I made a promise. A promise to bring the glory and promise back to the GWC. To bring the strongest, most fit, and most talented wrestlers alive. And my EPW is exactly that, the new breed of wrestling. The future of the GWC. And dammit, the most intimidating assortment of talent any federation has ever seen. And that is why, at Tribulation, it will be EPW that walks out victorious. We are not just the future of this company, we are the present. And there is no one, and I mean no one...

"Gonna Fly Now" hits the speakers.

Phil Brooks: This might be someone!

Danny Vice walks out to an ovation from the crowd. He too has a microphone in hand as he stops at the ramp.

Danny Vice: Nikki, you're right, you have a talent contract here. But there is only so much of your incoherent babble I can take before I want to come down there and slap the shit out of you myself.

Josh Harter: I dare him to go down there with Stargazer in the ring.

Danny Vice: In fact, if I had the ability, I'd tear your contract right in half so I wouldn't have to listen to your shit anymore.

The crowd cheers the commissioner.

Nikki Venus: Danny, I'm glad you came. Because before some jackass interrupted me, this is precisely where I was headed with this segment. At Tribulation, I say we settle our difference once and for all.

Danny Vice: Nikki, if I am not mistaken, I believe we did that last week...at Viva La GWC?

Nikki Venus: I am here to raise the stakes. Take your four finest and make a final stand against your superior invader. Something the Italians have failed to do time and time again.

Don't mess with the home crowd for cheap heat you whore.

Nikki Venus: At Tribulation, you put your ownership of this so-called Coalition back on the line.

Danny Vice: And why would I want to do that?

Nikki Venus: Because if my EPW loses, not only will we never speak of the EPW again, but I will also leave the GWC, forever.

Josh Harter: Say it ain't so Nikki!

Danny Vice: A GWC without Nikki Venus? You're on.

The crowd erupts as "Gonna Fly Now" hits the speakers once again.

Phil Brooks: They just raised the stakes. This isn't just a war anymore, it's the final battle. Someone's going to leave forever, and someone will run the show!

[Danny Vice]

No Holds Barred
Drake Kencedro v. Chris Andretti

Backstage area, where Tim Ryan and Drake Kencedro are standing side by side.

Tim Ryan: Hello ladies and gentlemen..right now I’m standing with a man who’s going to be in a match just minutes away...Drake Kencedro.

The fans are heard booing through the arena.

Tim Ryan: Drake...are you nervous?

Drake Kencedro: Well...kin–

Tim Ryan: DRAKE LOOK OUT~!

From behind, Chris Andretti ambushes Kencedro, as Drake falls to the concrete below.

Tim Ryan: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!~

Andretti begins to nail shot after shot the back and mid section of Drake, while he lays helpless on the ground.

Josh Harter: Hey!

Phil Brooks: Save it for the match.

Andretti shows no mercy, as Kencedro has to take it. Andretti stops the assault, as he bends down and pulls Kencedro back to his feet. Andretti walks towards a table that is covered with catered food. Chris Andretti attempts to bounce his Drake’s skull off the table, but Kencedro blocks it. Drake follows by with a elbow to the mid section to Chris Andretti buying him some time.

Phil Brooks: Kencedro is fighting back.

Drake grabs a glass pitcher of water that is filled to capacity. Drake smashes the pitches across the face of Andretti, as the broken shards of glass fall to the ground. Chris Andretti falls back first to the concrete below.

Josh Harter: He could be out.

Blood slowly begins to trickle down the face of Chris Andretti, as Drake grabs a plate of a flood from the table. The food falls to the ground below as Kencedro just throws the plate down into the face of Andretti. The plate shatters, as Drake looks around. Drake grabs the arm of Chris Andretti, as he slowly drags him towards a door. The door swings open, as Drake drags Andretti through.

Phil Brooks: They’re at the concession stands!

Kencedro picks up Andretti, as sets him up against a drink machine. Andretti can hardly stand on his own two feed...as Drake turns his back, Andretti somehow continues the brawl. With a club to the neck to Kencedro, Kencedro doubles over, as Andretti throws him into the concrete barricade separating the concession stands, and the lower level fans. Andretti runs, and nails a hard kick to the face of Kencedro. Kencedro appears to be bleeding from the mouth, as Chris Andretti gets a sick smile on his face.

Phil Brooks: STOP THIS.

Andretti picks Kencedro up, an attempts to throw Kencedro over the barricade, but Kencedro stops his attempt, and hits a hard knee to the mid section of Andretti. Drake processed, and tosses Andretti over barricade, as he falls to the 6 foot drop.

Josh Harter: He’s not that far away from the fans!

Phil Brooks: Lawsuit waiting to happen.

Andretti lays flat on his back, as Kencedro looks down on him. Kencedro grabs the top of the barricade, as he balances himself into a handstand, following it up by turning it into a swinging leg drop.

Josh Harter: THAT WAS PLANTED PERFECTLY!

Both men are down.

Phil Brooks: They might be down for a while.

Several minutes pass, as both men are to their knees.

Phil Brooks: They finally stir.

Drake nails a hard punch to the face of Chris Andretti, as Andretti returns with one of his own. Drake quickly gets to his feet, as he hits Chris Andretti with a deadly kick to the back of his head. Andretti falls against the wall, as Drake drags him towards the fans. Kencedro walks down the stairs, making his way towards the ring as Chris Andretti drags lifeless behind him.

Josh Harter: They’re coming this way!

They finally reach the barricades that separate the fans and the ring. Kencedro tosses Andretti over it, as he rolls towards the ring. Drake then climbs onto the barricade as he hits a flying leg drop across the chest of Chris Andretti. The referee argues to Drake telling him to get into the ring.

Phil Brooks: Has this match even started?

Josh Harter: Nope.

Drake is back to his feet, as he picks up the lifeless Chris Andretti and rolls him into the ring. Drake quickly follows into the ring, as the bell officially sounds.

DING DING DING

Josh Harter: Andretti is out of it.

Kencedro returns to his feet, as he quickly grabs the limp legs of Chris Andretti. Kencedro rolls Andretti into the Diaries Of The Deceased. Only a few seconds pass as Andretti taps to the hold, as the bell sounds.

DING DING DING

Phil Brooks: Uh, shortest match...EVER.

Drake refuses to break the hold, as the referee tries to reason with Drake. Cries of pain are heard coming from Andretti.

Josh Harter: HE’S GOING TO BREAK HIS BACK!

Phil Brooks: Who cares, not like he was going to go anywhere with his career here.

Drake finally breaks the hold, as he yells at Michelle Madison to announce the winner.

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner...The Cancer...Drake...Ken–

Drake quickly rolls out of the ring, and snatches the microphone out of her hand.

Drake Kencedro: Drake...Kencedro? Drake Kencedro...is no more.

Michelle Madison looks confused, as Kencedro continues on.

Josh Harter: Is no more?

Drake Kencedro: Since my loss at Viva La GWC, I have become a changed person. And I’m going to remove myself from my old ways. As of that...As for my name...Drake Kencedro. A rookie name I adopted when I tried to get my big break as a rasing star. My name is Talan Trenor...and I’m a cancer...and I just claimed my first new victim. Now, announce the winner.

Drake Kencedro, now Talan Trenor shoves the microphone into the chest of Madison Michelle, as she does his request.

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner.......Talan Trenor.

My Last Serenade by Killswitch Engage begins playing over the speaker system, as Trenor slowly backs away from Michelle Madison.

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Television Title Match
The Disciple (c) v. Skyler Striker

“Fallen, broken. Simply dissolved into an incomplete thought. An empty shell, cracked, and disfigured. With no remorse, I have been blinded by the darkness. With no disdain, I have received my punishment. And with no haste, I await them.” After the words finish, the music of “Fallen Angels” by Ra kicks in as a bright white light flashes over the arena and fades to black again. The lights continue quickly changing between black and white as Skyler Striker enters the stage. He walks down towards the ring dressed in the usual black, unbuttoned shirt and the torn maroon pants. He slides into the ring and as the chorus hits, Skyler spreads his arms in a crucifix pose. He holds this, looking into the crowd, and then goes to the turnbuckle, repeating the crucifix pose. The lights return to normal as Skyler jumps down and the music fades.

Michelle Madison: Making his way to the ring, from Perth, Australia, weighing in at 220 pounds…SKYLER STRIKER!

Phil Brooks: Striker earned this spot last week at Viva La GWC when he defeated his good friend Joe Ragnal in one of the most exciting matches of the night.

Josh Harter: He is also the leader of the GWC Resistance to eliminate the rest of the EPW. With so much now on the line at Tribulation, you can only imagine the pressure which rests upon this young man’s shoulders.

Phil Brooks: He can start his bidding tonight by defeating our current Television Champion.

The lights fade out, as Tupac's voice comes across the speakers.

"Uh..
Hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel"

Green lights come up, as smoke rises from the stage. A green spotlight focuses on the stage, as the Disciple is shown.

Those who wish to follow me
I welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns

He makes his way down the aisle, to a chorus of boos. He rips a sign out of a fans hand, and tears it up.

If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce thinkin of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to 'em
They test, it was stress that they under
And nowadays things changed
Everyone's ashamed of the youth, cuz the truth look strange

He climbs into the ring, and climbs the turnbuckle, basking in the boos.

And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed and it hurts
Cuz any day they'll push the button
And all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nottin
don't it make you get teary , the world looks dreary
When you wipe your eyes see it clearly
There's no need for you to fear me
If you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain't about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined
My Ghetto Gospel

As the music fades out, he makes the sign of the cross, and prepares to fight for his title.

Michelle Madison: And his opponent, from Syracuse, NY…he is the reigning Television Champion…THE DISCIPLE ZAAAAAAAAK WARRRRRRRNNNNNERRRRRRRR!

Booes rain throughout the arena as the bell rings to begin the match. Both men circle one another before locking up in the center. Twisting and turning, looking to gain an edge, Striker forces Disciple into the corner before the referee breaks the hold. As Striker backs off, Disciple hits a quick knee to the gut, followed by ramming Striker’s face into the turnbuckle. He throws Striker across the ring with an irish whip, and follows up with a shining wizard nearly taking Striker’s head off. Striker, dazed, stumbles from the corner and Disciple follows and hits a running bulldog. Cover…

1…

2…

Kickout by Striker.

Phil Brooks: Zak is certainly looking for the quick pin here to get this match over with.

Josh Harter: You have to remember, it takes effort and energy to kickout each time. Every pin attempt wears your opponent down, so make them early and often.

Disciple pulls Striker to his feet, and drives him back down with a perfectly executed northern lights suplex into a bridge pin.

1…

2…

Striker kicks out once again. Both men up rather quickly, but Disciple clotheslines Striker to the mat, and follows with multiple right hands to the face before the referee breaks the two men apart. The Disciple throws his arms in the air, eliciting booes from the capacity crowd. He walks over to Striker to pull him up, but Striker hits two quick lefts to the midsection, then an excellent standing dropkick to knock Disciple down. Disciple comes back up quickly, but Striker springboards off the ropes and connects with a perfect hurricanrana into a pin.

1…

2…

Disciple kicks out. Nearly a new champion.

Phil Brooks: Faster than a hiccup, Skyler Striker nearly won the Television Title.

Josh Harter: It only takes three seconds Phil. 1-2-3 and this thing can be over.

Striker hits a hard right to the head of Disciple, and follows with a kneeling jawbreaker. Disciple grabs his face in pain as he kicks the mat hard. Striker pulls him to his feet and lifts him overhead for a vertical spinning suplex. As Striker begins to fall back, Disciple reverses the move and drills a perfect inverted DDT. Cover by Disciple.

1…

2…

Striker gets his foot on the rope. Disciple is angry with the official and begins to head upstairs looking high risk. He leaps off for a swanton bomb, but Striker gets his knees up, connecting with the back of Disciple. Disciple rolls out of the ring holding his back in pain. He begins to circle the ring, but Striker flies over the top rope with a perfect moonsault and connects with Disciple. The crowd goes wild.

Phil Brooks: What great action thus far from these two men.

Josh Harter: This is why they are in this match, both are deserving to be champion, but only one will walk out alive. That of course, will be The Disciple.

Striker is slow to his feet, but he rolls Disciple back into the ring and makes a cover.

1…

Quick shoulder up by Disciple. Striker pulls Disciple up and looks for a Tigerbomb, but Disciple blocks the attempt and hits two shots to the ribs. He attempts a suplex of his own, but Striker blocks it with his leg. Finally, Striker is able to hit the Tigerbomb and drive Disciple to the mat. He latches in a Boston Crab, and begins to isolate the back of Disciple.

Phil Brooks: Intelligent wrestling here, Josh. Disciple may not tape to this crab, but the feared Lockdown could come into play in this match tonight.

Josh Harter: I hate saying this, but I agree with you.

Disciple fights hard before finally making it to the ropes, looking as if he expended all his energy to get there. Striker pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Disciple bounces back and perfectly into a Tilt-a-whirl sidewalk slam by Striker. Striker covers…

1…

2…

3…Kickout by Disciple. The crowd booes the 2-count call. Striker pulls Disciple up and places him between his legs, looking for the Last Card, but Disciple back body drops Striker over the ropes to the outside with a great counter. Striker lands hard on his back outside of the ring and begins to use the protective rail to pull himself up. Disciple runs up the nearest turnbuckle and hits a diving cross-body onto Striker outside of the ring. He begins throwing wild right hands and busts Striker open. Disciple then lifts Striker up in the air, and hits Genesis onto the steel steps outside of the ring.

Josh Harter: That’s my boy! This is how you retain championships Phillip. You use everything at your fingertips to punish your opponent. Now get him in that ring and end this thing.

Striker is writhing in pain outside of the ring as Disciple rolls him back in. He cover Striker…

1…

2…

3…No! Striker somehow gets his shoulder up. Disciple retreats to a corner and sets up for a gore. He is shouting at Striker to get to his feet, which Striker struggles to do so. Striker finally makes it up, and Disciple charges. Striker leaps over Disciple, who plants himself into the middle turnbuckle. Striker rolls him up with a schoolboy.

1…

2…

Kickout by Disciple and the crowd oooh’s and ahhh’s. Both men up slowly, Disciple connects with a right hand, followed by a right from Striker, Disciple with another, then Striker returns the favor. Disciple swings again, Striker ducks it and hits an atomic drop, followed by Final Revelation. The crowd explodes! He makes the cover again…

1…

2…

3! NO! MY GOD!

Phil Brooks: WOW! HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!

Josh Harter: Not even the Final Revelation will keep the champ down. This is incredible! EPW LIVES! EPW! EPW! EPW!

Striker climbs to the top rope, looking for his Skyler High Dive. The crowd is entirely on their feet as he leaps, thousands of flashes go off, but Disciple moves. NOBODY HOME! Disciple is ready and looking for the Gore yet again. Striker stumbles to his feet. He finally pulls himself up, and Disciple connects with an incredible gore! He covers.

1…

2…

3!!!

NO! STRIKER GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AT 2.99999! THE CROWD IS GOING WILD.

Phil Brooks: Look at the face of The Disciple. He is stunned. Words cannot describe!

Josh Harter: That was the slowest count I have ever seen. This is worse than the NBA referee scandal. Awful! What a crock!

Disciple up now, waiting again for Striker to come to his feet for the rear naked choke. He has his arms spread wide, as Striker pulls himself up with the ropes. Disciple dives in, but Striker ducks it. He drops to his back, grabs Disciple by the leg and rolls through, and he rolls into The Lockdown. They are in the center of the ring. Disciple has nowhere to go. The crowd is chanting Striker’s name as he screams out, applying more and more pressure to Disciple’s back. Disciple has no choice but to tap out.

DING! DING!

“Fallen Angels” hits the speakers as Striker released the hold and drops to his knees. The referee hands him the Television Title.

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner, and NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!! SKYLERRRRRRRRR STRIKERRRRRRRRR!

Crowd: GWC! GWC! GWC! GWC!

Phil Brooks: Amazing! He has done it, as the EPW strangehold is completely a loose choke now. Skyler Striker. New Television Champion.

Josh Harter: I think I am going to be sick to my stomach. If EPW falls at Tribulation, it could very well be all over for good.

Phil Brooks: And yet, at the same time, an EPW victory could be the end of Danny Vice as we know it. We will see you next week. Kevin Hardaway v. Thunder. And Ryder v. T-Money! It’s going to be huge, and only on Assault!

Striker does his crucifix pose on the turnbuckle with the Television Title around his waist as the cameras cut backstage.

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The Disciple segment

The camera cuts to the back, where The Disciple is sitting alone in his locker room. He has a towel draped over his head.

Once again I failed. Once again I lost my title. I don't know what it is, but I'm not myself anymore. I've lost my way, and I need to get back on track.

Tonight, not only did everyone witness the end of my reign as TV champion, but they also witnessed the end of The Disciple in GWC.

No, it doesn't mean that I am leaving GWC. If anything, it is quite the opposite. This whole religious bit, this "Disciple" shit isn't me anymore, it's just not who I am. Maybe it took Skyler beating me to realize it, but I am not who I want to be.

So next week, fuck The Disciple. Fuck GWC versus EPW. Fuck it all. Next week, you will see Zak Warner in action, and the start of a new era.

The cameras fade out on Assault.

[Danny Vice]

Fin.

[Michael "Thunder" Knight]

I got owned by the Snad Cutter.

Great results.

[Kevin Hardaway]

We all got owned by the Snad Cutter...even if me and Ryder didn't get it to us.

[Xavier Cross]

that was some amazing non stop wang action

[Joe Ragnal/Chrysta]

No Joe seg? >_>

[Danny Vice]

Yeah, I cut it just cuz I don't know where everything will be right after Trib and didnt want to not have a match with a clear challenge made.

[Joe Ragnal/Chrysta]

No problem there.

[Danny Vice]

Wow, I expected at least an "lol" from CD for the opening segment.

[Skyler Striker]

A winner is me. Good stuff, Disciple.