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Post by Danny Vice on Feb 15, 2007 17:51:48 GMT -5
Dark matches: Reckless Jack v. JT Stone v. Jester Juggalo The match started with some high impact action from Jester Juggalo on both competitors. Jester hit a no hands 360 senton to the outside on both opponents. Stone then gained the advantage when blocking a dropkick attempt by Jester. Reckless Jack then gained the advantage hitting Stone with a snap DDT. Reckless Killing on Jester for the cover, 1...2...3. Stephen Grace v. Danny Taylor As each man heads toward the ring, they receive a Reckless Killing from Reckless Jack, who has refused to leave the ring. Finally, after multiple security guards are called upon, they are able to get Jack out of the ring to continue the show.
A fireworks display erupts as a large stage rises directly in front of the JumboTron carrying the special musical guest, Thrice. The band goes into "All That's Left" as the cameras scroll the crowd throughout the opening of the song, stopping from time to time and different sings such as a large caricature of BA Monk smashing Miguel Sanchez, another which reads "I'd Love to Laugh With The Sinner", and a third "Red Isn't American!". Finally as the song hit's the chorus, the cameras cut to the montage of action from the first stages of GWC's history. The first sequence of highlights include Eric Kennedy reversing Jucain's swanton bomb into a pin, Thunder celebrating his submission victory over BA Monk, David Alastair beating Phantom, and Eric Kennedy hitting Skyler Striker and Adrian Stone over the head with a steel chair. The next sequence shows Kennedy snapping the ankle of Stone, Alaric Griffon tricking Phoenix Chambers in the battle royal and Chambers' reaction of complete disbelief. Then a shot of Phantom delivering a vicious chokeslam, and Miguel Sanchez hitting Eric Kennedy with the Sinner's Fly to exact revenge on Kennedy. The sequence concludes with Sanchez symbolically wrapping his waist in a title-like manner. The cameras then zoom in on the fans and absolute pandimonium inside of the arena. The band continues to play as the camers transitions once again to the Jumbotron. The following sequence shows Alaric Griffon attacking Phoenix Chambers, Red Solomon clutching his United States Title in his hands, T-Money drilling Jamal Carter in the head, then Jamal Carter giving a top rope powerbomb to Cool Dad. Ryder covering Brian Haze after an amazing Last Ryde, The Poet smiling after a victory, BA Monk causing Striker to submit, Sanchez putting his legs on the rope to beat Thunder are all in the next sequence. The last part of the montage is David Alastair covering Skyler Striker to advance to the United States title match, and the highlights from the World contract signing, including BA Monk being drilled with the clipboard and slammed through the table by Sanchez. It zooms on Sanchez' vicious smirk as the montage ends appropriately to the songs last lines. "We are the ones who lost our faith We dug ourselves an early grave We are the dead, can we be saved?"More fireworks explode over the ring as the camera cuts into Phil Brooks and Josh Harter. Phil Brooks: Ladies and gentleman, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to Alpha! The first ever Pay-Per-View of the Global Wrestling Coalition. And what a better place than Las Vegas, Nevada in the beautiful Mandalay Bay!Josh Harter: I couldn't disagree at all with you Phil. This star studded event not only features out greatest card to date, but some beautiful bombshells in the front row.Phil Brooks: That's right, the cast of the new movie DOA: Dead Or Alive are front and center tonight. We have Natassia Malthe, Sarah Carter, Holly Valance, Devon Aoki, and Jamie Pressly here tonight!The camera zooms over to the five ladies as they wave for the camera. Josh Harter: Keep it in your pants Phil. I'm just as excited about who could possibly be named the commissioner of MAYHEM! The new GWC brand!Phil Brooks: I threw my hat in the ring, and it was immediately thrown back out. It seems Danny Vice has someone else in mind. Not to mention we have a #1 Contender's match for the United States Title tonight, that is No Holds Barred between Phoenix Chambers and Alaric Griffon. Time to settle the score.Josh Harter: We also have Skyler Striker against Thunder, a match with a storied past between two great competitors.Phil Brooks: Of course there is Ryder v. Eric Kennedy v. Pillage in a Ultime Title qualifier...Josh Harter: Lexington "The Poet" Royale v. Abaddon v. Phantom as well!Phil Brooks: The United States Title match with David Alastair and Red Solomon should be exciting...Josh Harter: ...You mean boring, as I'd rather see our MAIN EVENT! The GWC World Title. The end of the tournament. It's BA Monk, against "The Sinner" Miguel Sanchez. Wow! This is what the GWC is all about!Phil Brooks: That's true, but first, the steel cage is being constructed. It's an Ultimate Title qualifier with Cool Dad, T-Money, G-Money, and Jamal Carter. Only submission can win this match, with a title shot on Assault as your reward. Let's throw it over to Michelle Madison for the introductions.
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Post by Danny Vice on Feb 19, 2007 13:48:49 GMT -5
Ultimate Title Qualifier: Steel Cage Submission Match
Michelle Madison: Ladies and Gentlemen, the follow match is a GWC Ultimate Title Qualifier and it is a Fatal Four Way Steel Cage submission match, where the only way to win is by submission or escaping the cage!
Phil Brooks: What a way to kick off GWC’s first Pay Per View. Jamal Carter, Cool Dad, T-Money, and G-Money inside one cage for a chance to become GWC Ultimate Champion. Bad blood has been not only exchanged between these 4 but it has been shed as well and we might see more shed here tonight.
(A video of mixed scenes from the intense rivalries and the Cool Dad vs. T-Money match is shown played to “So Cold” by Breaking Benjamin on the jumbotron. It shows the fallout after the match including G-Money and Jamal Carter with chilling scenes of the steel cage being built and some of the damage it has caused in professional wrestling.)
Josh Harter: Phil this is the first time I’ve seen a steel cage match under submission rules. If the cage doesn’t destroy you, your opponents will. Each man most likely will be coming into this cage with a unique submission move but if I were them Phil, I would be looking to get out of that cage as quickly as possible.
Phil Brooks: That is an option Josh but I heard all 4 men backstage would love nothing more then to try and make the others tap out.
The lights in the arena go dark and a blue light above the Mandalay Bay arena lights up and shines off the steel of the ominous cage. It begins to lower slowly to the ring as 4 referees make their way down to the ring with locks and chains in hand. The cage lowers around the ring and each ref goes to an individual ring post and secures the cage to the ring with the chain and lock. The steel steps are moved near the cage door which is on the right side from the entrance ramp. The lights are still dark and Danny Vice along with a fifth referee walk down to ringside.
Crowd: Vice! Vice! Vice!
Vice waves towards the crowd and walks around the ring inspecting the cage checking to make sure it is secure. He now walks to the cage entrance. The 5th referee enters the cage and waits for the competitors. The lights in the arena shine back on and Vice hands the referee one last chain and padlock meant to secure the door and gives him thumbs up. Vice gives one last wave to the crowd before returning to the backstage area.
Phil Brooks: Wow Josh, I thought Vice was going to give that major announcement right then. Looks like we will have to wait till a little later in the night.
Michelle Madison is now back near the announcer’s table.
"Iron Man" by Black Sabbath blares over the PA system. Cool Dad steps through the curtain wearing long navy tights with “The Icon” written on the left leg and black wrestling boots. He is carrying a steel chair in hand. The crowd boos and hisses as Cool Dad continues to smile as he makes his way to the ring. He holds the chair up and a dent can be seen.
Phil Brooks: We know how dangerous Cool Dad is when he comes out with chair in hand.
Michelle Madison: Making his way to the ring, from Louisville, Kentucky, weighing in at 244 lbs., Cool Dad!
Cool Dad reaches the ringside area and stares up at the cage. One of the refs on the outside of the ring grabs the steel chair from him and tells him he cannot take it into the cage with him. Cool Dad argues but the ref takes the steel chair to ringside. Cool Dad motions for a microphone as his music dies down. He stares out over the crowd, the referee who took the steel chair from Cool Dad returns and hands him a microphone. He yells at the crowd to quiet down and he puts the mic to his mouth.
Cool Dad: I’ve been in the GWC for over a month now and I haven’t been getting the respect I deserve. So if I lose this match tonight, I’ll quit.
Cool Dad drops the microphone, as his music plays again and enters the cage. He then walks over to the far corner from the cage door, climbs the turnbuckle and poses to the crowd. He shakes the cage and dismounts the turnbuckle.
Phil Brooks: So Cool Dad is going to quit if he doesn’t win this match?! Why?!
“Money in the Bank” by Lil’ Scrappy plays over the speakers and the arena lights turn gold. G-Money emerges from the curtain. He is wearing purple tights with 100 dollar bills sewn on, walking with a black and green cane, and carrying a clip of money full of $100 bills.
Crowd: Money! Money! Money!
As the crowd chants, G-Money graciously hands 100’s to cheering fans. He tosses the rest out over the crowd, drops his cane and enters the cage.
Michelle Madison: In the ring, from Cashville, weighing in at 240 lbs., the man of the hour, G-Money!
G-Money gets a big pop from the crowd and G-Money smiles out over the crowd from inside the cage. G-Money walks over to Cool Dad and they get face to face. The ref struggles to separate them and finally backs them up to opposite corners.
The arena lights fade to black and two sets of squad car lights pierce the darkness from the jumbotron. 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. T-Money has on a white tee and baggy jeans with Timberland boots. He has a black bandana tied to his right arm. On the back of the white tee is T-Money in dark cursive letters.
Michelle Madison: Making his way to the ring, from Orlando, Florida, and weighing in at 183 lbs., T-Money!
Phil Brooks: A few days ago, we heard T-Money talking to a man who appears to be the cousin of Jamal Carter’s deceased friend, Omani Tate Bishop.
Josh Harter: Yeah and how he skipped town after his Omani was killed, God rest his soul.
Phil Brooks: Josh, did you even listen to Jamal’s side of the story?
Josh Harter: I didn’t have to.
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 into the cage, and poses in the center of the ring once again. T-Money climbs the side of the cage nearest the cage door and curses out over the crowd who flip him off. T-Money smiles and climbs down. The other 3 men stare each other down as they wait for the final man to enter the cage.
Crowd: Carter! Carter! Carter!
G-Money is standing near the entrance ramp and Cool Dad and T-Money are opposite him. As the crowd chants, Cool Dad and T-Money look at each other and smile. G-Money looks toward the entrance ramp concerned. Cool Dad and T-Money both begin to slowly walk toward G-Money as if to double team him.
"Fireproof" by Pillar hits the arena and the fans jump to their feet. Blue strobe lights flash around the arena and the stage lights up with a white light. Out through the curtain walks Jamal Carter with black tights with white flames, white wrestling boots and black finger cut gloves. He stops at the entrance ramp staring into the cage at T-Money and out behind him walks out Gloria Bishop. Mrs. Bishop is wearing a purple skirt and a purple shirt. She grins into the ring at T-Money and gives Carter a good luck kiss on the cheek.
Phil Brooks: I guess Mrs. Bishop is going to oversee this match. She is probably furious over the lies that have been told by T-Money.
Josh Harter: I believe Carter is the liar. We heard the story from DJ and T-Money and that is the truth.
He walks to the ring slapping fans’ hands. He arrives on the side of the cage nearest the entrance ramp and he signals for the cage door to close. Mrs. Bishop walks over the announce table and Phil Brooks pulls out a chair for her and she sits. The door is shut and the ref in the ring secures the door with the padlock and chain. Carter then proceeds to climb the cage into the ring.
Josh Harter: Who does this guy think he is, Spider-man?
As he reaches the top of the cage he gives the thumbs up to G-Money, prays on top of the cage and then climbs into the ring. He and G-Money exchange smiles. T-Money and Cool Dad talk over a strategy.
Phil Brooks: This is supposed to be a Fatal Four Way match, not a tag team match!
Josh Harter: This is strategy Phil. You make sure someone is watching your back and when you have the other two down you take advantage and take down your partner. If you can take a 25 percent chance and turn it into a 50 percent chance, your chances of winning improve.
The referee signals for the cage door to lock and signals for the timekeeper to ring the bell. The bell rings and scattered chants of “T-Money”, “You Suck”, “G-Money”, “Carter” and “Let’s go Cool Dad” can be heard.
Phil Brooks: Man do I love these GWC fans. They come out here every night cheering for who they want.
T-Money charges at Carter and attempts a clothesline which Carter ducks and begins to deliver punches to T-Money in the corner. G-Money and Cool Dad lock up and Cool Dad puts G-Money in a headlock. Cool Dad uses a headlock takeover and slams G-Money to the mat. Carter suplexs T-Money and tries to lock in a Fujiwara armbar but T-Money rolls out and arm drags Carter. T-Money takes off his white t-shirt and uses it to choke Carter. Cool Dad and G-Money stand back up, G-Money reverses the headlock and backsuplexs CD on the back of his head. The ref is trying to stop T-Money from choking Carter but T-Money digs his knee into Carter’s back and chokes the life out of him. From the entryway, a man slowly makes his way to ringside. The man is Derrick Johnson. He is wearing a black Birmingham Barons black tee and baggy jeans. He walks up to the cage as Jamal Carter is being choked and curses at him, shaking the cage.
Phil Brooks: What the hell is he doing here?
Josh Harter: He is here to get back at Jamal Carter for being a little...
Phil Brooks: Josh!
DJ makes his way toward the announce table, shoves a GWC technical manager out of his seat and sits down. He looks toward Mrs. Bishop who shakes her head in disgust. G-Money walks over and knees T-Money in the back, breaking his choke hold on Carter. G-Money shoves T-Money into the nearest corner and T-Money’s sternum connects with the turnbuckle pad. G-Money approaches the turnbuckle, mounts the second turnbuckle and begins to deliver punches to T-Money. The crowd chants simultaneously with the punches.
Crowd: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9.
G-Money prepares to deliver a final shot but T-Money blocks his punch and electric chair drops him from the turnbuckle. Carter is back on his feet, he pulls CD to his feet and slams his head into the steel cage.
Phil Brooks: Right there you see Josh, that cage is a weapon in this match!
Carter now begins to scrape Cool Dad’s head against the cage wall while CD cries out in pain. Carter then slams CD’s head against the mat. CD holds his head and T-Money Irish whips Carter landing him between the cage wall and the ropes. Carter appears to be stuck and T-Money grabs G-Money and Irish whips him into Carter. G-Money collides into Carter whose head snaps back and hits the cage while G-Money eats some cage also. DJ claps in approval and Mrs. Bishop’s slight happiness has turned into distraught. G-Money stumbles backward and T-Money rolls up G-Money and turns it into a single leg crab bending G-Money’s left calf completely backward. T-Money then pulls G-Money to the center of the ring. T-Money digs a knee into the back of G-Money’s neck while applying the submission.
Josh Harter: It’s all over. T-Money has that leg submission locked in tight. Either G-Money taps out or he suffers a torn ACL.
Cool Dad runs off the ropes from behind the 2 and bulldogs T-Money breaking his hold. Cool Dad delivers straight mounted punches to T-Money’s head. Cool Dad stands up and kicks T-Money over to the cage wall and stomps T-Money’s head against the cage. CD and T-Money are by the cage wall closest to Carter who has recovered and climbed to the nearest turnbuckle. He gets CD’s attention and missile dropkicks him from the top rope taking out Cool Dad. Carter poses out to the crowd but T-Money slams his head back into the cage. While G-Money and CD recover in opposite turnbuckles, T-Money lays Carter between the top and 2nd rope and leans him against the cage.
Phil Brooks: What is T-Money going to do here?
Carter’s head is up against the cage and T-Money bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Carter in the head busting him open on the steel cage.
Josh Harter: What a move! T-Money just dropkicked Carter’s head into the steel and now he is busted wide open!
Derrick Johnson: Yeah! Come on T! Bust that b**ch open!
Carter is bleeding just above his right eye and T-Money nods to DJ who approvingly smiles back. Mrs. Bishop puts her hand over her mouth and begins to cry in shock. G-Money has now recovered and he and T-Money lock up. G-Money goes behind T-Money and low blows him. T-Money curses in pain and G-Money rolls up T-Money and applies the Cashville Lockup Walls of Jericho submission.
Phil Brooks: Oh man, Cashville Lockup! T-Money is going to tap!
Josh Harter: Get to the ropes T-Money! Hurry!
T-Money tries not to tap but Cool Dad rushes over and belly to belly suplexs G-Money breaking his hold. Cool Dad grabs T-Money’s left leg and tries to lock in an STF but T-Money pushes him off and jumps over CD connecting with a throwback. Carter still is bleeding near the cage and T-Money walks over and gives him a few good slaps across the face. T-Money looks over at a downed G-Money and Cool Dad. DJ is too his feet, walks over to Jamal Carter who is still bleeding on the mat and curses at him as Carter’s blood pours on the mat. He then returns to his seat at ringside. Mrs. Bishop continues to look on in horror and she yells at DJ to leave Carter alone. T-Money picks up Cool Dad and slams his head against the cage wall. Cool Dad’s head bounces off and T-Money takes him to the nearest turnbuckle and slams his head against the steel in the corner of the cage. Cool Dad is now busted open on his forehead as his face begins to be covered with a crimson mask.
Phil Brooks: 2 of the 4 men have now been busted open! We knew cage matches were brutal but this is insane!
T-Money leaves Cool Dad and now begins stomping on the back of G-Money. T-Money delivers a couple knee shots and an elbow to G-Money’s back. G-Money holds his lower back in pain, T-Money approaches the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope. G-Money is still lying face down and T-Money looks like he is going to pull off a big move. T-Money thinks about it then scales up the cage about a foot. He times his dive just right and hits a Swanton Bomb right on G-Money’s back.
DJ: Yeah! Make that lil’ b**ch pay!
Phil Brooks: I would like to enjoy this match’s competitiveness more but with Derrick Johnson down here, I can’t.
Crowd: GWC! GWC! GWC!
T-Money is still stunned from his top rope move and he crawls over to G-Money, rolls him over, and covers him for a pin. The ref explains to T-Money he can’t win with a pin. T-Money grits his teeth in anger and rethinks. T-Money gets to his feet and yells over at DJ for something. DJ digs into his back jean short pocket and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. He pulls back his hand, looking to throw them into the ring but Mrs. Bishop runs over and grabs his arm. DJ shoves her away and he tosses the brass knuckles into the ring, over the cage and T-Money catches them.
Phil Brooks: What the hell! I’m sorry Josh but the indecency of that Derrick Johnson disgusts me.
Josh Harter: Hey, DJ is just punishing Carter for all he has done.
T-Money puts on the brass knuckles as Carter, who is busted open, makes it to his feet and T-Money tries to hit him with the knuckles but Carter ducks under the punch. T-Money swings past Carter who turns around pushes T-Money into the steel of the cage. T-Money bounces off the cage and with blood in his eyes, Carter DDTs T-Money on the mat. T-Money is down and Cool Dad, who is back up, walks over to a downed T-Money and locks in a Sharpshooter. T-Money is an arms length from the ropes but is close to tapping out. Cool Dad catches his breath but continues to tighten the Sharpshooter submission. T-Money raises his hand high in the air and begins to bring it down but Jamal Carter manages to slide over and grab T-Money’s hand before it hits the mat. T-Money tries to shake his hand lose to submit but Carter keeps his hand in the air. Cool Dad breaks the hold and pulls Carter to his feet. Carter is still disoriented with blood and Cool Dad tries to hit Carter with a right hook punch but Carter manages to block it and deliver one of his own. Cool Dad tries again but Carter blocks and lands another punch of his own.
Crowd: Carter! Carter! Carter!
Carter scoop slams Cool Dad who stands up and receives a second scoop slam. Cool Dad returns to his feet and is locked into and delivered with suplex by Carter. T-Money is back to his feet but he is scooped up by Carter and powerslammed right on top of Cool Dad. Mrs. Bishop cheers in delight on the outside. DJ grits his teeth and pounds his fist in his hand. G-Money is back to his feet and Dragon suplexs Carter on top of Cool Dad and T-Money. All three men are down and G-Money climbs the cage.
Phil Brooks: We have seen all of these men scale the cage and we have managed not to have any mishaps but who knows what G-Money is going to do!
As G-Money reaches near the top of the cage, he gets his foot caught in a link in the cage. G-Money tries to pull his foot out but it appears to be stuck.
Josh Harter: Bummer, G-Money’s foot is stuck in the cage and not only is he 14 feet off the ground but T-Money is coming up after him.
Both T-Money and G-Money are hanging from the cage wall now. T-Money delivers right hands to the side of G-Money’s head who can’t block because if he releases his grip from the cage, he will fall. Cool Dad is back to his feet and he climbs up the cage as well.
Phil Brooks: Now 3 men are on the cage wall! I don’t think that side of the cage will hold that much weight!
The cage wall begins to shake and Cool Dad delivers punches to G-Money as well. Carter now makes it to his feet, grabs Cool Dad’s boot and tries to pull him down. Cool Dad hangs on and tries to shake Carter but his grip is too tight. G-Money lands a couple of big punches on T-Money who shields himself and crawls across the cage moving away. G-Money grabs Cool Dad and sidewalk slams him off the cage onto the mat.
Phil Brooks: What a sidewalk slam off the cage! Both Cool Dad and G-Money are down after that last move!
G-Money and Cool Dad are motionless on the other side of the ring. T-Money is now sitting on the top of the cage above the corner and Jamal Carter is still disoriented and dizzy from the blood. T-Money is now standing up on the top of the cage and is waiting for Carter to face him. DJ is now on his feet and he is cheering for T-Money to jump while Mrs. Bishop yells at Jamal not to turn around. Carter turns around in a daze and T-Money jumps off the cage trying for a cross body but Carter grabs his right arm on the way down and locks in a Fujiwara armbar slamming T-Money to the mat. T-Money gets the wind knocked out of him and Carter continues to tighten his submission.
DJ: NO!
Josh Harter: NO! DJ do something!
Phil Brooks: No use Josh! G-Money and Cool Dad are out cold on the other side of the ring, DJ is outside and T-Money has nowhere to go!
Carter now has the armbar fully locked in in the center of the ring. Crimson blood runs down his face dripping on his tights and upon T-Money. T-Money searches for the ring ropes with his left hand but there is no rope in an arms length. DJ tries to reach his arm into the ring to give T-Money a hand but he is too far. G-Money begins to stir and he sees T-Money in the submission. G-Money tries to crawl over and break it up but he is almost out of energy. The ref asks T-Money if he wants to submit but T-Money refuses. Mrs. Bishop cheers on the outside and yells for T-Money to tap out.
Crowd: Tap OUT! Tap OUT!
T-Money raises his hand in the air. G-Money tries to reach out and grab T-Money’s hand but T-Money taps out on the mat.
Michelle Madison: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner Jamal Carter!
DJ drops to his knees on the outside of the ring and he puts his face in his hands. The ref holds up a bloodied and battered Jamal Carter as the match finish is replayed. The ref informs Carter, who has lost a lot of blood, that he has won. Carter approaches the nearest turnbuckle, climbs it, and poses over the crowd who cheer back. Mrs. Bishop cheers on the outside and gives Carter a thumbs up.
Phil Brooks: What a performance from these GWC wrestlers here tonight! I am still in shock over the victory! Even with Derrick Johnson here and all of the things both he and T-Money have said, Carter was able to over come the odds. Congratulations to Jamal Carter for his 1st win!
Josh Harter: Who cares! Someone get medics out here for T-Money and Cool Dad!
Carter walks over to T-Money who is holding his right shoulder, bends over him and makes a title motion around his waist. Carter mouths the words “We aren’t through yet”. Carter walks over to Cool Dad who is KO’ed and make tells him “You‘re done“. The crowd begins to chant the good-bye song. G-Money is sitting over in a turnbuckle shaking his head and Carter reaches out a hand. Carter helps G-Money up, gives him a pat on the back and the 2 shake hands. The cage door opens and Cool Dad is first to roll out of the ring and he is escorted out of the building by GWC security.
Crowd: Na, Na, Na, Na Na, Na, Na, Na Hey, Hey, HEY, GOODBYE!
Na, Na, Na, Na Na, Na, Na, Na Hey, Hey, HEY, GOODBYE!
G-Money exits the cage and high fives fans as he makes his way to the back. Carter slides out of the ring and is met with a hug from Mrs. Bishop. Carter embraces her but DJ runs up behind Carter and punches him in the back of the head. Carter drops to his knees and holds his head.
Phil Brooks: Oh come on! He was just in a cage match!
DJ charges at Carter but Mrs. Bishop stands in his way. She pokes a finger in his chest and tells him to back off. Carter stands up and Mrs. Bishop pulls back her hand as if to slap DJ but she whirls around and slaps Carter. Carter stumbles backward and the crowd goes silent.
Josh Harter: What the-?
Mrs. Bishop is in a fit of rage and Carter, holding his cheek tries to figure out what happened. T-Money has exited the cage and he comes up behind Carter and hits his Money Call kick on him. Carter falls down stunned and T-Money and DJ roll him back into the ring. The referee tries to stop their assault but DJ tosses the ref out of the ring. Mrs. Bishop enters the cage as DJ and T-Money takes turn delivering closed fist punches opening up Carter’s wound more.
Phil Brooks: What is going on here?!
DJ holds Carter up while T-Money slaps him in the face. Mrs. Bishop holds T-Money back and tells DJ to hold up Carter’s face. He does and she gets close to Carter’s bloodied face.
Mrs. Bishop: I’ll never forgive you for what you did to my son. My baby.
She pulls back her hand again and slaps Carter once more. DJ drops Carter and Mrs. Bishop wipes the blood from Carter on her hand on her skirt. DJ and T-Money hold up Mrs. Bishop’s hands in victory. They exit the cage to mass boos from the crowd.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Carter continues to lay lifeless in the ring. The GWC medics make their way down to the ring and tend to Carter as T-Money, DJ and Mrs. Bishop make their way backstage.
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Post by Danny Vice on Feb 19, 2007 13:51:36 GMT -5
The Emperor Segment
The Emperor sits in the locker room while holding signs:
Hello fans of the GWC, I'm the Emperor.
The first card tosses aside.
I will make an impact on GWC!
The card is tossed out.
I will bring weapons to matches and uses it no matter what! I am the Hardcore Emperor, and the Hardcore Emperor is coming!
The card is again thrown to the side.
This is my personal assistant, James.
A man in a suit steps into the frame as well.
James: The Emperor would like to give a fair warning to all subjects of the GWC that he has arrived, and will not stop until he is the World Champion.
James walks away as the camera zooms in on The Emperor who has a nasty snarl on his face.
Thunder v. Skyler Striker
Michelle Madison: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from New York, New York...THUNDER!
"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 from Sydney, Australia, SKYLER STRIKER!
A bell rings and the arena lights shut off completely except for a dark blue light that covers the entrance. Another bell replaces it with the same ring. This too fades until a guitar powers out over the P.A., and the bell rings a third time as the introduction to Metallica’s “For Whom The Bell Tolls” plays. The haunting sounds continue as more blue lights come and go around the arena. The preceding lyricless verse and chorus play, instead the song leads straight into the first verse with words. A shadowy figure emerges at the entranceway, completely black in the dark blue light. A flash of light reveals Skyler Striker, dressed in an unbuttoned black shirt and his torn maroon pants. He steps out onto the entrance stage and stands completely still for a moment. He begins his walk to the ring as the lone light follows him down, the arena still black. Skyler slides into the ring and stops in the middle, throwing off his shirt and spreads his arms in a crucifix pose as the lights come up with red pyro exploding from the turnbuckles. Skyler walks to the turnbuckle and does another crucifix.
Phil Brooks: Two men with a storied past, called out by the commissioner to be a leader, who is going to be the better man tonight?
Josh Harter: Thunder of course, was there ever any doubt?
The bell sounds and the two men lock up. Thunder gets the better of the exchange and locks in a side headlock. This advantage doesn’t last long. Striker pushes Thunder and hits him with a shoulderblock. Thunder quickly reaches his feet and the two lock up again. This time Striker is the one that locks in a side headlock. Thunder backs him into the corner and breaks the hold. The referee wants a clean break, but instead Thunder hits Striker in the head with an elbow. He hits Striker with several hard chops to the chest, and Striker retaliates equally. Striker is prepared for a particularly big chop from Thunder and backdrops over the top rope. Thunder lands on the apron and blocks Striker’s suplex attempt. He hits a suplex of his own, which sends Striker crashing to the mats outside the ring.
Josh Harter: That's what I am talking about. Talent. Ability. Respect. All the things Thunder possesses that Striker will never have. This isn't a match, it's a slaughter.
With Striker hurt, Thunder looks to slow down the pace of the match. He rolls Striker back in the ring and lays in knees and boots to the head and abdomen of Striker. Thunder then follows it up with a figure four leglock. He uses the ropes at every possible opportunity. Eventually the referee sees this and forces Thunder to break the hold. By the time Thunder draws his attention back to Striker, Striker is ready to make a comeback. Striker hits Thunder with several hard punches that send him reeling. He then sends Thunder into the ropes and hits him with a spinebuster. As soon as Thunder reaches his feet he is hit with a superkick and quickly rolls out on the floor to avoid any more offense.
Phil Brooks: This isn't just about wins and losses, it's about making a statement. It's about being the top of the business, and both of these men deserve to perch there.
Josh Harter: Thunder deserves that perch, Skyler is an underling. A bottom feeder.
Thunder does not find much solace on the floor. Striker quickly climbs the ropes to hit a springboard hurricanrana. Thunder catches Striker in mid-move and powerbombs him down on the steel entrance ramp. A huge scream of pain and agony can be heard as soon as Striker’s back crashes on the ramp. Thunder rolls Striker into the ring goes for the pin.
1…
2…
Striker kicks out and Thunder stares at the referee in complete disbelief. He continues to work on Striker’s back by hitting a t-bone suplex and several backbreakers. Thunder attempts a powerbomb, but Striker slips out and hits an enzigiri seemingly out of nowhere. He then hits his version of the double underhook DDT, called Last Chance. Instead of going for his own finishing maneuver, Striker decides for the ultimate embarrassment. He lifts Thunder up on his shoulders, hits the Thunder and Lightning, and then makes a cover.
1… 2…
Kickout by Thunder. As Striker pulls Thunder up, Thunder low blows him. The referee could not see this from his vantage point. With Striker down, Thunder spits in his face and climbs the top rope. He hits Striker’s version of the 630 splash, called the Skyler High Dive. Thunder attempts a pin following this move.
1…
2…
Striker kicks out.
Phil Brooks: Several near falls, what excitement coming from the crowd. Ooohs and Aaahs with every near fall!
Thunder wastes no time and locks in the Million Dollar Dream. Striker tries to fight to the ropes, but he is fading fast. Soon Striker is closed to knocked out. As the referee begins to check to see if Striker is out, the crowd chants “STRIKER!!!” Striker’s arm drops once, then twice and the chants grow larger. As if he feeds off the crowd, Striker somehow has the energy to keep his arm up. He slowly reaches his feet to the utter disbelief of Thunder. After a few elbows to the stomach, the hold is broken. Striker hits a tiger bomb and then works over Thunder’s leg with kicks. He locks in a version of the lion tamer, but Thunder is able to reach the ropes after a long struggle. Upon breaking the hold Striker takes Thunder’s legs out from under him. He attempts to lock in the hold again, but Thunder kicks out of it, sending Striker into the corner. As he comes running towards Striker, Striker ducks the clothesline and hits a springboard crossbody block, but Thunder catches him in mid air. He throws Striker on his shoulders and hits Thunder and Lightning.
Phil Brooks: 1! 2! 3! That's it, Thunder has done it!
Josh Harter: Of course he has!
Michelle Madison: Here is your winner, THUNDER!
Thunder has his arm raised and leaves the ring as Skyler's daughter Jade slides in the ring to help her father.
Ultimate Title Qualifier Eric Kennedy v. Ryder v. Pillage
'Eye of the Tiger' booms through the speakers, and Pillage runs out from the back stage flacing his hand sign 'P' to the crowd as they cheer. Pillage runs down to the ring, slapping fans hands and diving into the ring, then gets up, and helps the crowd start a 'Pillage' chant. He jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and quickly does a backflip off of it, then stands in the center of the ring and awaits his apponent.
"Kings Collide" by Godsmack blasts over the PA System as Eric Kennedy walks out onto the entrance stage. He looks around at the crowd and slowly shakes his head, letting out a small chuckle. He than heads down the aisle and slides into the ring as "Kings Collide" dies down.
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.
Eric and Ryder run at eachother, as they whale and pound on eachother. Pillage steps back, watching the two in the midst of their slugfest. After a few moments of Eric and Ryders slugfest, they look at eachother, and then they both hit a double clothesline on Pillage, knocking him into the corner.
Josh Harter: Nice double team on Pillage, he thought he was just going to be sitting around with nothing to do during this match.
Eric and Ryder send kicks to the ribs of Pillage, using the ropes for leverage. Kennedy slowly backs up and Ryder takes no notice. Kennedy hits a dropkick high on Ryder's back, sending him out of the ring. Kennedy picks up Pillage, and goes to whip him into the corner, but Pillage makes an awkward counter and sends Kennedy to the outside. The referee begins to count while Pillage plays the crowd. At an 8-count, Ryder and Kennedy climb back into the ring, at opposite sides of the ring, Pillage in the center. Ryder and Kennedy give each other a deceiving look and run at Pillage going for a clothes line. Pillage drops to the floor as Eric and Ryder both clothes line eachother, spin in a circle, as they both fall on Pillage. All three lie on the ring mat, Eric and Ryder struggling to get up, but Pillage is at a half stand. The referee begins his count, but Pillage breaks it almost right away. He plays the crowd a bit as he runs over and sends a flying dropkick to Ryders head.
Phil Brooks: Perfect execution, the crowd is really starting to build behind Pillage now.
Josh Harter: I don't see why!
Pillage stands up and flashes his handsign at the crowd, then runs at Kennedy whos on one knee, and delivers a hard Shining Wizard. Kennedy flips backwards, but Pillages collapses into the turnbuckle. Ryder makes his way up, then charges at Pillage to delivera dropkick, but Kennedy catches his feet right as he jumps up and he lands on top of Pillage. Kennedy smiles, as he runs over to the Turnbuckle next to the one with Pillage and Ryder on it. Kennedy runs across the ropes and dives, going for a missle dropkick to Pillages head, but Pillage ducks and pulls back, Ryder falls in his place and BAM! Ryder flys out of the ring after a HARD dropkick to the head from Kennedy! Kennedy stands up on the turnbuckle, as Pillage bangs on the rope next to him, and Kennedy falls right on his crotch into the turnbuckle. The crowd lets out a loud 'OHH!' as Pillage goes to the other side of the ring and delivers a headscissor take down from the top turnbuckle!
Phil Brooks: Wonderful athletic display by the man they call Pillage.
Pillage goes on the top rope, turns around and hits a Backflip Pinning Moonsault! The cover... 1... 2... OH! Ryder comes out of no where with a running elbow drop. Kennedy lies on the ground as Pillage stands up and starts delivering kicks to Ryder. Pillage lets out a hard to kick to Ryders face after a kick to the stomach and Ryder flips backwards. Pillage goes on the top rope and plays the crowd for a moment, but as he bends over getting ready to do his moonsault, Kennedy comes up with punches to the face. Kennedy climbs up onto the top rope, Pillage infront of him, hooks for a superplex and... and... KENNEDY HITS A SKY HIGH SUPERPLEX OFF OF THE TOP ROPE, ONTO RYDER!
Pillage lands on Ryder, Kennedy stands up after a few moments, then runs over and covers Pillage and Ryder. Pillage barely shoves Kennedy off at a Two count. Pillage struggles to stand up as Ryder lies on the floor. Kennedy stands up, and he and Pillage trade punches. Pillage gets the upper hand and whips Kennedy into the corner. Pillager runs at him and gives Kenedy a hard shoulder to the chin, then grabs him by the head, pulls him out a little, runs at the turnbuckle, jumps on the Second turnbuckle, runs up to the third one, thrusts off and hits a Banana Smasher! Kennedys out cold, Ryder comes up from behind and grabs Pillage by the neck, but Pillage thrusts an Elbow into Ryder, as Ryder turns around while holding his cheek. Pillage comes up behind him and hits a Dragon Suplex! Kennedy works his way up, Pillage dropkicks out of the ring. Pillage pulls Ryder up, dropkicks him to the ankles, Ryder gets up on one Knee and Pillage delivers a Shining Wizard to Ryder!
Josh Harter: He's really got some momentum now!
Pillage goes up on the top rope, plays the crowd, Ryder stands up after around a minute and a half and Pillage delivers a Hurracarana! Pillage goes for the cover, One, Two, THREE! Pillage gets his hand raised in victory!
Michelle Madison: Here is your winner....PILLAGE!
Alaric Griffon Segment
Tim Ryan: Ladies and gents! I’m about to be joined in the back by one of the stars of this evening program, Alaric Griffon.
Alaric Griffon and his manager Sarah Aspen walk into view. Alaric is dressed in wrestling gear, already ready to go for his match tonight. Sarah Aspen is dressed in a long black skirt, with a canary yellow sleeveless tank-top.
Alaric Griffon: Tim.
Ryan: Mr. Griffon, tonight you have a chance to… what I mean to say is, tonight you’re going up against…. Oh shoot!
Sarah Aspen: What’s wrong Timmy?
Ryan: After what happened the last time I interviewed Alaric Griffon, I’m kinda nervous that whatever say will be taken the wrong way.
Griffon: You shouldn’t care what other people think. You know the truth of the matter. I know you were just being professional.
Ryan: Thanks but…
Aspen: I have an idea! Why don’t you whisper the question in my ear, and I’ll ask. That way, if anybody is hitting on Alaric, it’s me?
Ryan: I dunno.
Aspen: Come on, it’ll be fun!
Ryan: Fine.
Ryan hands off the microphone to Sarah Aspen, who moves to stand in between Alaric Griffon and Tim Ryan. Tim Ryan nervously leans over, cupping his hand over Sarah’s ear and whisper in her ear.
Aspen: Tim wants to know if you’ll go on a date with him next Saturday?
Ryan: What!!! That’s not what I said at all! OOOOOOH, forget this.
Tim Ryan runs off camera.
Aspen: I’m sorry! I was just kidding around!
Griffon: Sarah!
Aspen: oops. I didn’t know he was so sensitive about the matter. I didn’t mean to hurt Timmy’s feelings. (Sarah bits her bottom lip). Well, what Ryan really wanted to know was your thoughts on going up against a premier talent like Phoenix Chambers?
Griffon pauses for a moment, hand resting thoughtfully on his chin.
Griffon: You what Sarah Aspen? My thoughts are this. Tonight, on the first ever pay per view in the Global Wrestling Coalition’s history, I have a chance to take the next step. To prove that I belong here in the GWC. That I have the talent and the ability to not only compete here in the GWC, but to be one of the best this sport has ever seen.
And my first opponent? Phoenix Chambers. Phoenix, you can talk all you want about looking past me, about moving forward to compete for the US title against either Red Solomon or David Alastair. But the fact of the matter is; you won’t get that chance. You see, Phoenix, you won’t advance because you don’t have it in you defeat me, let alone to become the US Champion. And while the two of us may both plan on having long and fruitful careers in the GWC, I plan in doing it by defeating my opponents, one at a time.
You wanted the title shot so badly you didn’t think about exactly who it was you were provoking on your way there. Well Phoenix, you provoked me.
Tonight Phoenix Chambers, you fight for a chance at gold. Tonight Phoenix Chambers, you compete in the first ever No-Holds-Barred match in the GWC. Tonight Phoenix Chambers, you make history.
Phoenix. Tonight you lose your shot at gold. Tonight, you lose No-if-ands-or-buts.
Tonight Phoenix. You. Become. History. I’m the evolution of this sport. You? You’re obsolete.
Aspen: Let’s go tiger.
Griffon: No Sarah. You’re staying back here. Because I’m giving Phoenix no chance to take a steel chair to your head too. You’ve done a lot for me Sarah, but…
Griffon looks meaningfully at Sarah for a moment, before turning to the camera.
Griffon: Tonight is Alpha, and I’ll take it from here.
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#1 Contender for United States Title No Holds Barred Alaric Griffon v. Phoenix Chambers
Phil Brooks: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest should be quite a rousing affair!
Josh Harter: Rousing affair? Who says ‘ Rousing Affair’? Sometimes I feel that you have soul of someone from the 1910’s Phil.
Brooks: Haha. You almost sound eloquent there Josh.
Harter: I hate you.
Brooks: Be that as it may, Michelle Madison is standing at ringside, ready to announce the combatants.
Madison: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one-fall and is a NO HOLDS BARRED match for #1 contender for the United States Championship. Entering first, standing at six feet, three inches tall and weighing 237lbs, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, ALLLLARIC GRRRIFFON!
The arena lights begin to dim as the opening chords of "Tip the Scales” by Rise Against strums out over the arena loudspeakers. A single bright light emerges in the center the entranceway, and Alaric Griffon stands, arms outstretched, head-facing skywards.
“Are we so alone, So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be?
These are our lives But did they ever even matter? Are we worth remembering?”
Alaric Griffon is a Spanish & Canadian man of 28 years of age. A handsome man with deep blue eyes and longish black hair, Griffon is the epitome of the heartthrob babyface. Two small, silver fireworks burst three times from either side of where Alaric Griffon stands.
“These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams (Oh, Ohhhhhhhh, Oh, Ohhhhhhhhhh) We’re throwing wrenches in the gears Our lives will not be lived in vain (Oh, Ohhhhhhhh, Oh, Ohhhhhhhhhh)”
Alaric Griffon wears knee length, form fitting wrestling shorts, black on the left side, white on the right. Down both sides of his shorts are gold-leaf gryphons, wrapping themselves around his thighs. Griffon wears black knee pads and a black elbow pad on his left arm, the result of an arm injury while on a wrestling tour in France. He wears shinny black wrestling boots to mid-calf, with white laces. Griffon also wears gold and black wrist tape on both forearms. Making his way down to the ringside area, Griffon stops to high-five the occasional fan or to ruffle the hair of the youngster holding a sign with his name on it. He is as always accompanied by his manager, Sarah Aspen. As he nears the ring itself, Alaric stops. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath, and when he exhales, his eyes open with a focus not elsewhere present during his entrance to the arena. Sliding under the bottom rope, Griffon moves quickly to the opposing corner of the ring, and leaping to the turnbuckle, outstretches his right arm, fingers formed in the universal symbol for “Rock and roll”.
Madison: And his opponent, at 6’4”, 243 pounds. Hailing from right here in Las Vegas, Nevada...PPPPPHHHOOOOOOEEEEEEENIIIIIXX CCCHAMBBBBEEERRRS!!!!!
"Burn" by Throwdown blares through the speakers as Pheonix Chambers walks out of the tunnel onto the stage with and open hoodie, hood covering his head. When the intro stops Chambers bows his head a little and the singer yells "BURN!" in the song, throws his arms out(almost in a Raven fashion) throws his head back to throw the hood off of his head, and then walks down to the ring, focused and ready.
Brooks: Quite the mixed reaction for Chambers, I don’t think the crowd is sure whether to cheer the hometown boy, or boo him for his actions of late.
Harter: Funny enough Phil, it pretty much divides the fans up between the idiots and the, well, okay, all the fans are idiots. But at least the fans who cheer have some sense of Chambers greatness.
The two start exchanging fists, brawling right in the middle of the ring. Chambers goes for a hard right, but Griffon blocks and knees him in the gut. Grabbing one of his arms, Griffon performs a wristlock and then tries to locks it behind Chambers' back for a hammerlock but the attempt is stopped by Chambers' who reverses it into a wristlock of his own. With the wristlock still in place, Chambers drives his elbow into Griffons arm and then quickly wraps his arm around Griffon's head.
Harter: Chambers showing Griffon exactly why he’s the superior wrestler.
Griffon, in an attempt to escape the headlock, tries to send Chambers off to the ropes, but Chambers' keeps hold of the headlock and drags his opponent down to the mat, only for Griffon to grab the rope and break the hold. Getting Griffon to his feet, Chambers' whips him into the ropes. As he comes back, Chambers goes for a clothesline but Griffon ducks it, rebounds off the other side and hits a quick swinging neckbreaker to take control. As he's laying on the mat, we can see Chambers' favoring his neck a bit.
Griffon goes for the cover: 1... 2.. Chambers lifts his shoulder before 3.
Applying a front facelock, Griffon lifts Chambers and sits him up on the top turnbuckle. Chambers is rubbing his chest, which is still red from the chops that Griffon was just dishing out. Griffon climbs up to the top turnbuckle, while grabbing hold of Chambers' head with both hands. He looks around the crowd as they start cheering...
Crowd: Griffon... Griffon... Griffon...
Harter: That’s exactly why he’s going to lose match Phil, he’s playing to the crowd instead of taking care of business with Phoenix Chambers.
Brooks: He jumps and wraps both legs around Phoenix Chambers' head going for a Top Rope Hurricanrana, but Chambers' stands and grabs hold of Griffons legs and lifts him up; displaying his strength and holds him in a powerbomb position.
Chambers' jumps off the middle rope for a powerbomb... but in mid-air Griffon swings his torso down and under to deliver the hurricanrana he intended to give in the first place. So far this has been a clean match, both men showing their wrestling prowess..
The crowd screams as both men are laying on the mat, cheers for Griffon filling the stadium.
Griffon rolls over and covers Chambers... 1... 2.. Chambers gets his shoulder up once again!
Brooks: We’ll see about that, as Griffon immediately kips up and brings Chambers to his feet once again.
He whips him and pulls him back for a short-arm clothesline, but Chambers ducks, and back body drops him out of the ring. Griffon grabs his back, wincing in pain and Chambers is using the rope to hold himself up as he gets himself together. Chambers rolls out of the ring, picks up Griffon and bends him over and lifts up, powerbomb-like, until his back is placed on Chambers' right shoulder. Chambers, still holding Griffon, drops to his knees. Griffon groans in pain as his back gets tweaked. Chambers then drops down again for another Canadian Backbreaker Drop... then once more and then drops Griffon flat on his stomach. Chambers jumps up and lands driving his elbow into the back of Griffon. Chambers picks up Griffon by the head, leads him around the ring and throws him into the steel steps, back first. Chambers picks up Griffon again.
Phoenix with an Irish whip to Griffon, sending him towards the guardrail, but Griffon reverses. Griffon throws Chambers off into the guardrail but Chambers hops over with ease looking around the crowd and pulls a cut-throat gesture. Griffon takes this chance of showing off and sprints towards the guardrail. Chambers turns around as Griffon hops on the guardrail and springboards off, delivering a somersault corkscrew leg drop. Both men crash down to the floor hard as a mixture of "GWC!" and "Griffon!" chants started flooding the arena.
Harter: Ref! disqualify that man, he’s cheating!
Brooks: This is no holds barred match Josh, there are no disqualifications. Both men both start get up slowly. In the middle of the crowd Chambers and Griffon start brawling. Chambers throws a right. Griffon throws a right. Chambers throws a right. Griffon sends a spinning roundhouse kick to the head and neck of Chambers and then delivers a swift spinning leg sweep bringing Chambers to the arena floor.
Griffon picks up Chambers and starts leading him back to the ring, elbowing him in the back of the neck on the way back. Griffon then rolls Chambers and himself into the ring and goes for the pin. 1... 2... 3!!... No! Chambers has his leg on the rope. Griffon looks around in frustration as a mixture of boos and cheers move throughout the crowd. Griffon gets up and pulls Chambers up as well. He goes for a hard right, but Chambers blocks it and goes for a clothesline. Griffon matrixes and dodges the clothesline. He gets himself up right again, turns around and goes for a spinning heel kick. Chambers ducks and rebounds off the ropes. Griffon lands on his feet and turns around to meet his face to Chambers' palm. Chambers then swiftly sweeps Griffon's feet for a Claw-Hold STO.
Chambers goes for his first cover of the night... 1... 2... Thr..Griffon kicks out from The Throwdown! and the crowd cheers, almost to a deafening point.
Harter: I heard more than few cheers there Phil. If you were more objective, you’d realize that the hometown crowd loves Phoenix Chambers too.
Brooks: Me be objective? That’s rich.
Harter: With commentating skills like you’ve got Phil, it’s not wonder you’re not rich.
Brooks: Focus on the match for once Josh, will you? Phoenix looking angry at Alaric for kicking out. Picking Griffon up off the ground, he lifts him into the air, cinching in a torture rack while across his shoulder!
Harter: Torture Rack from Pheonix Chambers! Ha! He’s not only talented, he’s witty too.
Brooks: Griffon not submitting, here and Phoenix chambers just through Alaric Griffon off his shoulders to the ring outside.
Harter: He’s garbage Phil; Phoenix is just showing the crowd what he does with garbage.
Chambers dusting off his hands. Now Griffon starting to get to his feet on the outside, Chambers has done a lot of work on Alaric’s back tonight.
Harter: He’s brilliant. Targeting a body part, disabling his opponent.
Brooks: You may be right on that account. Chambers now rushing to other side of the ring, bouncing off the ring ropes and picking up speed on the way. Baseball slide to the face of a still groggy Alaric Griffon, and Phoenix Chambers looks to have taken control of the match.
Harter: Phoenix is toying with that second rate wrestler wannabe.
Brooks: Chambers now grabbing Griffon by the hair, talking smack as he drags down the ringside, towards the entranceway. Ouch! Chambers just slammed the face of Griffon into the aisleway barrier, that’s solid steel folks.
Harter: So much for being a pretty boy.
Chambers now picking up Griffon again, trying to drag him to the entranceway. Griffon with an elbow to abdomen of Chambers, he trying to fight his way back into this, but NO! Chambers with a knee right to kidney of Griffon, that’d take the wind out of anybody. Chambers drags Griffon the rest way, and Irish whips him right into the doorway of the entrance, and Griffon is in a heap. Chambers now, grabbing a hold of that statue of Sammy Davis Jr. that stands at end of the decorations in this specially constructed vegas-themed this ringside area.
Brooks: NO!! Phoenix Chambers just shattered a plaster Sammy Davis Jr. over the back of Alaric Griffon. Phoenix now grabs the still intact head, and he’s insane folks! Chambers attacking Alaric Griffon viciously with the head of Sammy.
Harter: Technically, I think it’s Sammy Davis Jr. who’s attack Griffon at the moment.
Brooks: Sammy would be appalled! Chambers drops the head, his eyes transfixed on something else.
Now walking over to a cordoned off ahead, which contains a tarp covered pile. Pulling back the covered pile Phoenix Chambers reveals what’s underneath.
Brooks: Oh dear! Josh! Phoenix Chambers has just grabbed a steel chair! Walking casually over to where Griffon I trying to get up, Phoenix is shaking his head. I think he thinks he has this match in the bag.
Harter: Phil, seriously, since he’s taken this match to the outside, Phoenix has dominated. Just like I thought he would.
Chambers now taunting Griffon, daring him to get up. Oh my god, Phoenix now cracking that steal chair right over the back of Alaric Griffon! I think he wants to end Griffon’s career here folks. And he’s posing for the crowd. And they crowd showering him with boos for it.
Harter: Haters.
Brooks: Chambers now turning back to Griffon, and Griffon with a drop-toe hold! Griffon with a drop-toe hold out of nowhere! And Phoenix Chambers just went face first into his own steel chair!
Chambers to his feet first, still holding that steel chair. Chambers raises the steel chair above his head to bring down on Griffon’s back once more.
Brooks: Right hand from Griffon to the stomach of Chambers, another right hand. Griffon on his knees now, giving rights and lefts to chambers, presumably trying to keep Chambers off balance long enough to get that steel chair away from him.
Griffon move to a crouched position as Chambers tries to raise the steel chair again; but as the chair reaches face level, Alaric jumps, delivering a leaping- roundhouse kick to the steel chair, which in turn goes back into Chambers face.
Brooks: Van-Daminator! And this crowd roars in approval, Griffon falls back to the ground, as does Chambers after receiving the chair shot. Both man struggle to there feet at approximately the same time, though Chamber still looks a little fresher. Chambers is cut open above the right eye now, blood streaming in his face.Both men are in a standing position now Josh, groggily hitting each other with right and lefts.
Harter: Neither man is showing a lot of force behind those punches. I mean, that horrible Griffon just sent a steel chair into Chambers face.
Brooks: Phoenix Chambers with a kick to the mid-section of Griffon, sending Griffon backwards towards a ten foot large plaster replica of the Sphinx. Phoenix now; with an Iris Whip on Griffon. Griffon reverses, sending Phoenix Chambers through the plaster sphinx!
Crowd: GWC! GWC! GWC! GWC! GWC!
Brooks: Griffon following Chamber into the recess of the hollow plaster sphinx folks. We can’t see either man right now.
Suddenly, the opposite side of the Sphinx shatters as Phoenix Chambers and Alaric Griffon both fly the plaster display, a shower of plaster accompanying them as the both hit the concrete floor.
Brooks: Both men crawling to their feet now, neither man showing an ounce of quit.
Chambers swings with a wild right hook. Griffon duck, hitting Chambers with successive dragon screw takes downs, sending Chambers into a sandbox display, with palm trees and an authentic Las Vegas slot machine. Griffon approaches where Chambers lies in the sand, Griffon still holding his back.
Brooks: And Chambers with a fistful of sand into the eyes of Griffon. Now Chambers is grabbing one of the fake palm tree leaves, and he’s choking Griffon with the Palm tree leaf! What lows will Chambers stoop too tonight!
Harter: Ha! Chamber is certainly the no holds barred to heart, eh? Haha.
Brooks: But Griffon refuses to quit on us here Josh, reversing Chambers choking into a modified stunner.
While the stunner itself didn’t have a lot of effect on Chambers, it did allow Griffon to hit a snap-DDT to Chambers.
Harter: What an idiot! Griffon just slamed his head into sand!
Brooks: Both men to their feet now, Chambers swing with a wild punch, connecting with awesome blow to Griffon’s jaw, staggering him.
Chambers attempts to slow things down by placing in a muta lock, but doesn’t get in locked in place.
Brooks: Griffon reverses! THE MANTICORE into a slot machine! Oh my god that has got to hurt!
Harter: Phil, look and the slot machine is active. One cherry, two cherries, three cherries! Griffon has struck at Phoenix Chambers expensive. Look! All those gold coins are covering Phoenix Chambers!
Brooks: If there was something that Griffon could do to put this match back on an even playing field, that was it.
Crowd: Griffon! Griffon! Griffon!
Brooks: Griffon, now grabbing Phoenix by the head, dragging him back to the ring.
Harter: The coward, he can’t take the heat of being back in no-man’s-land.
Brooks: This is a no-holds-barred match, not a falls-count-anywhere match. This match has to end where it started, in the middle of that ring! Which is exactly where Alaric Griffon is heading.
Griffon bounces off the ropes and Chambers hits the KILLSWITCH!!! Griffon's looking a little dazed there as he fell! But both men are down. Griffon is dazed, laying by the corner of the ring and Chambers is still recovering from the MANTICORE into the slot machine!
Crowd: Lets Go Griffon! Lets Go Chambers! Lets go Griffon!
Brooks: The crowd is loving it. The performance of these two young men have been extraordinary to say the least!
Harter: Yeah, definately Phil! It's no wonder these two atheletes are exhausted. They've gone all out so far.
Brooks: That's right partner. And Chambers is starting to rise!
Brooks: Phoenix is facing the wrong direction Harter! Alaric is up and right behind Phoenix Chambers! What is he going to do!
Harter: I know, but I’ll keep it a surprise.
Brooks: The Myth! Alaric Griffon just hit a vicious exploder suplex on Phoenix Chambers! But Griffon isn’t done here folks!
Harter: What the hell is Griffon doing here Phil?
Brooks: He just lifted Chambers on his shoulders.
Harter: Did you see that Phil? Alaric Knees just wobbled!
Brooks: His back must be killing him Josh. And Phoenix’s weight can’t be helping!
Harter: Then why is he…
Brooks: Talon Claw! Talon Claw!
Alaric Griffon just hit the Talon Claw on Phoenix Chambers. And he’s going for the cover!
1!...
2!...
3!...No! Phoenix got his foot under the bottom rope! A Myth Exploder suplex followed by the Talon Claw, and Phoenix Chambers is still alive in this match! Griffon now heading to the outside Josh.
Brooks: I think he’s going try and finish off Phoenix Chambers high-risk style!
Harter: Stupid-dummy head style you mean?!!!
Brooks: Stupid dummy head? Josh, try and keep a little dignity. Alaric Griffon now on the top rope, crouching and holding his back.
Harter: Get up Phoenix! Launch your master-plan!
Brooks: The Master and Margarita! Alaric Griffon with that deadly frog splash\big elbow combo! And he connected right in the heart of Phoenix Chambers!
Harter: Get up Phoenix! Don’t let him win! You’re better than he is!
Brooks: Griffon rolling over and hooking the leg of Phoenix Chambers, and ref is down to make the count!
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Brooks: Alaric Griffon has done it! Alaric Griffon has defeated Phoenix Chambers fair and square in the middle of that ring!
Harter: Fair and Square! How can you say that Phil! This is a tragedy of epic proportions! Griffon stole the match from Phoenix Chambers, AGAIN!!!
Michelle Madison: Ladies and Gentlemen! The winner of the bout and your new #1 contender of the United States Championship! Alllllllaric Grifffffon!!!!
Brooks: And now Sarah Aspen has bolted down and slide in the ring, just about tackling Alaric Griffon in congratulating him for this win! An enthused response from Griffon’s manager.
Harter: Griffon may have one the match, but I doubt his back will be alright for a long time! Look, he’s still holding it!
Brooks: Phoenix Chambers definitely took it to Griffon and could just as easily have won this match-up. But in the place, on this night. Alaric Griffon has come out victorious!
Ultimate Title Qualifier The Poet v. Abaddon v. Phantom
As old Ultimate Title rules, no one wrote a match. Thus, result is a no-contest.
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Post by Danny Vice on Feb 19, 2007 13:55:22 GMT -5
David Alastair Segment
Standing in front of the GWC Alpha background, Tim Ryan, dressed in a black suit and tie, brings the microphone up in front of his face.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the challenger for the GWC Unites States Championship: ‘The New Messiah’ David Alastair.”
The camera pans over to reveal David in his ring attire, standing next to Ryan. David appears to be solemn and calm, inhaling and exhaling at a seemingly relaxed pace.
Ryan then turns towards Alastair and proceeds.“Now this match is what many will consider your biggest match thus far in your career. Tell us, what’s going through your head right now? The pressure surrounding this? Anything like that?”
David starts to speak as Tim places the microphone is front of him. “Tim, you’re right. This may be the biggest match that I have ever been in up to this point. Also, I have the toughest opponent that anybody can face here at GWC. And that person is Red Solomon. So right here, right now, yeah…it’s a new experience. But in this business, Tim, you see something new everyday. That’s what makes this sport so great. So great in its drama and beauty, that I actually invited my family to this event.”
“That’s interesting to hear that you’re sharing this experience with your family, Mr. Alastair. What are your thoughts on your opponent, Red Solomon?”
David turns towards the camera. “I have the ultimate respect for him, to tell you the truth. Most likely, he’s about as happy to here as I am. Solomon, we may put together of one of the greatest matches Las Vegas has ever seen…”
In the background, one can hear the crowd roar. Once the crowd’s volume level starts to decrease, David continues. “In the end, however, only one of us can have his hand raised. All I have to say besides that is this. May the best man win, Solomon, may the best man win.”
With that, Alastair walks off-screen for more preparation, leaving Tim Ryan in front of the camera.
United States Title Match Red Solomon (c) v. David Alastair
Michelle Madison: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the GWC United States Championship!
"Young Grow Old" by Creed begins to surge through the arena as red light plays across the arena. His manager the Lady is already in the ring, doing the announcing instead of the regular announcer. Red steps out onto the stage and raises both arms high into the air, hands outstretched. He runs to the ring, jumps up onto the apron and jumps over the top rope. He then sits cross-legged in the center of the ring, eyes closed, waiting for his opponent.
Lady: Introducing first, From Singapore City, Southeast Asia, he weighs in at 210 pounds, he is The Reigning and Defending GWC United States Champion....Red Solomon!!!
The music comes to an abrupt halt and the beginning of "Atomic Garden" 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. As the words "Everybody wants to dance in a playpen/But nobody wants to play in my garden/I see the hippies on an angry line/Guess they don't get my meaning" rattles through the arena, David Alastair steps out of the fog.
Josh Harter: And this crowd really loves David Alastair!
Phil Brooks: I don't think this crowd is picking favorites right now. I think that they are just hyped to see a hell of a match.
A good deal of cheers reign down on David, as he inhales, exhales, and looks around, giving the impression of scanning the path before him. "I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms/I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend/I like the Fourth of July/When bombs start flashing/And I wish I had a shiny red top/A bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up/Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop!" rings into the sound system, David spreads his arms outward and stays like that until the chorus comes in.
"So I could make the gardening stop/Come out to play/Come out to play/And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day/In my atomic..."
As "Atomic Garden" continues to play, David then proceeds down the ramp and slides into the ring. David proceeds to taunt on the nearest turnbuckle. He embraces the crowd reactions by extending his arms out and proceeds to slowly step off the turnbuckle.
Michelle Madison: And the challenger, from Nakoma, Japan, he weighs 246 pounds, DAVID ALASTAIR!!!!!
The music comes to a halt. Both men step into the middle of the ring and directly at each other's face. The bell sounds and both men immediately start striking the other with lefts and rights. Alastair gets the early advantage by dropping down quickly and nailing Red Solomon with a quick dropkick to the knee. Solomon drops to one knee as David Alastair gets up quickly and shoots off the ropes. He tries to go for a second dropkick, but Red quickly rolls out of the way and Alastair hits nothing but air.
Phil Brooks: Red Solomon, ever so quick!
Solomon gets up now and goes for a quick elbow on Alastair, but David Alastair quickly rolls out of the way. Alastair nip ups to his feet and kicks Solomon in the back of the head with a feint kick. He then shoots off the ropes again to go for another dropkick, but Solomon, quickly slides out of the way and out of the ring. Alastair does not drop to the mat completely, he just dropped to a knee and changed direction and shot of the ropes again. He then picked up enough speed and flipped over the top rope onto an unsuspecting Red Solomon.
Josh Harter: And there it is! The flipping senton to the outside!
Alastair gets to his feet first and lifts his arms in the air to feed off of the crowd's reaction. He then picks up Solomon and rolls him into the ring. He then goes for the pin.
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Phill Brooks: Close! But no cigar!
David Alastair gets up picks up Solomon. He then pushes him back into the corner and backs up a few feet. He then rushes over and goes for a knee, but Solomon picks up his foot and nails Alastair right in the stomach. Alastair bends over and stumbles back. Red then walks over to Alastair's side and nails a stiff kick right to the back of the thigh. Solomon follows it up with another kick, this time, to the chest. Alastair falls back onto the mat.
Josh Harter: And there goes Solomon, using his very educated feet on David Alastair.
Solomon backs up and ascends the top rope. He then signals to the crowd that he is going for something big. He then flies down with a double foot stomp, but Alastair moves out the way quickly and gets to his feet. Red then runs over to Alastair and goes for a Clothesline, but Alastair blocks it and hops over his back and puts him in a crucifix. He then uses the momentum to fall back and go for a crucifix pin.
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Phil Brooks: Almost!
Solomon rolls out of it and gets to his feet. David Alastair gets to his feet at the same time, but gets met with a hard super kick. Alastair falls down to the mat and Solomon goes right on top of him for the pin.
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Alastair gets the shoulder up at the last second. Solomon then goes over to the nearest corner and climbs the top rope again. He goes for the double foot stomp again, but Alastair gets a foot up and jaw jacks Solomon.
Josh Harter: Wow! Solomon's jaw must be five inches to the left right now! Red Solomon stumbles back and forth. Alastair then gets up and pulls Solomon into him so his head is in between his thighs. He then flips over and lands a sick flip piledriver that he calls the "Abandon All Ye Hope". He then follows it up with a pin fall.
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Phill Brooks: HE DID IT! DAVID ALASTAIR IS THE NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION!
Atomic Garden then begins to shoot through the arena again. The referee then lifts up Alastair's arm in the air and presents him with the belt.
Michelle Madison: Here is your winner...And the new! GWC United States Champion! DAVID ALASTAIR!!!!
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Post by Danny Vice on Feb 21, 2007 12:45:39 GMT -5
Ryoma & Asagiri Segment
The camera shows a black door with V.I.P. in gold letters. The door opens a crowd of people are standing around 2 Japanese men seated on a black leather couch. The 2 men look to be telling jokes and with each punch line, the crowd erupts in laughter. Much of the crowd are rich looking. The men in black Gucci tuxedos, the women in short, skimpy dresses of many different colors. One of the Japanese men has long dark hair and is wearing a light blue American Eagle t-shirt, faded blue jeans and brown moccasins while his companion, who is short haired and a little older, is wearing a long sleeve black button up dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with black dress pants. The short haired man hits the crowd with a punch line and they erupt once again as he takes a sip of his Bacardi from a wine glass. The long haired man is drinking a Pepsi. He takes his last sip out of the can and waves his hand into the air to gain the crowd’s attention.
Long haired man: Mm. Watch this!
Short haired man: What are you going to do now Ryoma?
Ryoma: Just watch!
Ryoma finds a young blond woman among the crowd in a short blue dress and asks her to hold out her hand. She winks at him and holds out her right hand. He uses his free hand to grab her hand, pulls her close and plants a kiss on her red lips. The crowd cheers and the young blond women enjoys it as Ryoma’s companion just shakes his head in disbelief. Ryoma pulls his lips away as the blond woman licks her lips.
Ryoma: Sorry. I have been waiting to do that all night. Now hold your hand back out.
The blond woman once again complies and she sticks out her right hand. He closes her eyes with his hand and places the empty Pepsi can in her hand.
Ryoma: Keep those pretty blue eyes closed now.
She holds her hand out keep her eyes closed and Ryoma moves the crowd back a few feet. Ryoma stretches out and crouches down.
Blond Woman: Hurry up baby.
Ryoma: Just wait.
Ryoma waits another couple of seconds and he springs up roundhouse kicking the can right out of the blond woman’s hand. Ryoma manages to kick the can right out of her hand not even grazing her hand. The can bounces off the navy colored wall across the room, landing on the black carpet with a dent in the side. The crowd claps and whistles as they admire the can across the room. The blond girl opens her eyes, notices the can across the room and plants a kiss on Ryoma’s cheek. Multiple hands come out from the crowd which pat him on the back.
Ryoma: Check that Kana.
The short haired man shakes his head in disbelief.
Kana: You’re crazy. Ladies and gentlemen, my best friend and soon to be co-tag team champion, Sakamoto Ryoma.
Ryoma takes a bow and the crowd gives a light clap in appreciation.
Kana: But that is next week! Tonight….we do body shots!
The crowd tears the roof off the V.I.P. room as Ryoma rushes over to a bar made of black marble and jumps upon it grabbing a bottle of Bacardi off a side table on his way by. He pours the cool liquid in his belly button as the blond woman is the first in line. He pulls her hair back in her hand, bends over as the camera exits the room and the door closes.
A message flashes across the screen.
Japan’s HOTTEST tag team, Ryoma and Asagiri are coming to the Global Wrestling Coalition next week.
Mayhem Commissioner Announcement
The scene opens with the family face of Drake Kencedro sitting quietly behind a desk in an office. The room is rather small, as the in the scene we see some filing cabinets, and the name plate on the desk reads Kencedro, as Kencedro sits with his hands folded. He gives a cheesy grin, as we hear the great GWC fans booing in hatred.
Josh Harter: Oh my god…Drake Kencedro!
Drake Kencedro: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Who am I you ask? You may remember me when I stepped inside that very ring, and wowed the audience one by one. I am a man of simple taste, and great expectation, I am Drake Kencedro. I have had some pretty intense history with several names on the current GWC roster. Such names as…Reckless Jack, Miguel Sanchez, Thunder…and most importantly…that sneaky little Danny Vice who manages your weekly viewings of the Global Wrestling Coalition every Wednesday evening.
Phil Brooks: Where is he getting at here?
The fans seem confused, as Kencedro is seen clenching his hands into a fist. Kencedro beats his hands onto the smooth feeling of the desk that he is seated at.
Drake Kencedro: Being inside that ring on Wednesday Night Assault was nothing more than a joke. GWC has the potential to sky rocket, but Danny Vice was a little too stubborn to grasp it. That is why…it is my mission…no it is my GOAL what this poor, poor man has turned into a defected pool or slim into a top notched wrestling brand.
Phil Brooks: Wrestling BRAND?
Josh Harter: Wait, does that mean?
Drake Kencedro: So it appears as my campaign to turn the Global Wrestling Coalition from trash into an actual sport of accomplishments can be named a success, as have been named…your new Monday Night Mayhem Commissioner.
Josh Harter: WHAT?!
The fans boo at the thought of Kencedro with a figurehead status in GWC.
Drake Kencedro: I hereby promise Monday Night Mayhem as your new alterative for better GWC programming. Monday Night Mayhem will offer more excitement than the competitive brand. Monday Night Mayhem is set to debut on March 5th…2007. The day that Danny Vice…will regret the day that he ever signed me as the figure head of this horrid wrestling promotion.
World Title Match BA Monk v. Miguel Sanchez
Josh Harter: This is it Phil, this is what we've been waiting for ever since the GWC was born! Alpha's main event!
Phil Brooks: 8 men started out on a journey, and after weeks of gruelling competition, only two are left! Ladies and gentlemen, the first ever World Champion of the GWC will be crowned before you here tonight!
The fans rise from their seats in anticipation as Michelle Madison steps into the ring, with a microphone in her hand. The moment they've all been waiting for is close at hand. Michelle smiles, and lifts the mike to her lips.
Michelle Madison: Wrestling fans from around the world, it is now time for the main event! The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the GWC World Heavyweight Championship!
Josh Harter: Let's get this one on already!
Michelle Madison: Introducing first, weighing in at 232 pounds...from Greenville, South Carolina...he is B! A! MONK!
"Keep Away" by Godsmack booms from the speakers as the fans roar in approval. A silhouette of a man can just be seen amongst flashing blue lights at the top of the entrance ramp. A burst of pyro flares from the top of the stage, and BA Monk comes to the top of the ramp, clearly hyped up. He looks at the sea of humanity before him, some booing, and some more cheering, seemingly taking in the mixed reaction he is receiving. Monk then walks down the ramp and rolls into the ring. He goes to the farthest corner, climbs a turnbuckle and crosses his arms in an "X", gesturing to the crowd.
Phil Brooks: BA Monk, if you recall, was attacked by Miguel Sanchez during the World Title contract signing at last week's Assault, and you have to wonder folks if that look I see on his face has anything to do with that.
Josh Harter: You have to wonder? What are you talking about, Phil? Of course that attack's has got to be running through the mind of Monk ever since Assault! But hey, I'm all for adding a little more fire to this match.
BA Monk hops off from the turnbuckle and does a few kip-ups in the center of the ring. The spotlights shine off Monk's tattoos as the Threat awaits the entrance of his opponent.
Michelle Madison: And now, introducing the second man in this contest. Weighing in at 230 pounds...from parts unknown...he is "The Sinner" Miguelllll...SANCHEZ!
The lights go out and a roar erupts from the audience as they get ready for the entrance of The Sinner. Lunatic Calm's "Leave You Far Behind" rocks the arena as green strobe lights begin to flash through the darkness. A spotlight suddenly descends onto the stage, and Miguel Sanchez stands there, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. The immense volley of boos from the fans apparently has no effect as Sanchez flicks the cigarette away and walks down the ramp. He climbs the ring steps, scrapes his boots off and steps through the ropes into the ring. Ignoring the vicious glare that BA Monk shoots him, Sanchez hits the nearest turnbuckle and spreads his arms in the air, taking in the abuse from the crowd with every sign of enjoyment.
Phil Brooks: Just look at that arrogant specimen of humanity right there, Miguel Sanchez. As cocky as BA Monk can get, he does have a point Josh. Miguel Sanchez shouldn't even have been allowed to replace Adrian Stone, but if that wasn't enough, he's been resorting to sneak attacks to level the competition as well. Why Comissioner Vagrant would let someone like Miguel Sanchez compete for the World Championship is anyone's guess.
Josh Harter: Better watch your words there pal...on second thought, I might get a new partner. Hmm. Carry on then. But to answer your question Phil, isn't it obvious? Miguel Sanchez is an awesome competitor! He's shown he'll do whatever it takes to wear the World Title Belt around his waist and after tonight, that's finally going to happen.
Phil Brooks: The opening bell rings, and this contest is officially underway!
Monk and Sanchez go eye to eye in the center of the ring, neither backing down, each daring the other to make a move as the crowd noise intensifies. Sanchez suddenly pushes Monk in the chest with both hands, who staggers back but then retaliates with a big right hand. Monk fires off a few more shots, but Sanchez blocks the last punch and throws Monk into a corner. He tries to follow up but Monk comes right back out and floors Sanchez with a clothesline. Sanchez gets back up on his feet immediately and kicks Monk in the gut, making him double up with pain. Sanchez comes off the ropes and hits a swinging neckbreaker that leaves both men on the mat.
Sanchez is the first to his feet and hammers away at BA Monk's face. He pulls up Monk to his feet and shoots him into the ropes. Monk bounces off, ducks a big clothesline and comes off the opposite end. He stuns Sanchez momentarily with a shoulderblock, then quickly grasping him around the waist, pulls off a belly-to-belly suplex that hurls the Sinner into the air.
Phil Brooks: Would you look at that! Beautiful belly-to-belly from BA Monk, and he's regained the advantage.
BA Monk pulls himself up, and drops an elbow right onto Sanchez's chest. Monk stomps away on Sanchez's chest, making him grunt painfully with each impact. Sanchez finally rolls out of the ring to escape the punishment. Monk straightens up and sweeps back his hair, looking around him momentarily. He then rolls out of the ring, intending to continue his offense on Sanchez. However, the Sinner is waiting for him with a low blow, and Monk crumples to the ground in agony.
Phil Brooks: That's clearly an illegal move! Sanchez should be disqualified on the spot!
Josh Harter: Keep your hat on Phil, we've both seen much worse than this. I'm telling ya, Monk will have to take more of the same before this match is over.
Sanchez rolls Monk into the ring halfway, leaving his upper body perched on the ring apron. Sanchez grinds his forearm across Monk's face, and then delivers hard chops to his exposed chest. Before the referee completes the ten-count, Sanchez rolls back into the ring and delivers a hard kick to the side of Monk's face for good measure.
Sanchez has rage in his eyes, and yells something to the crowd, who respond with a fusillade of jeers and boos. He drags Monk to the center of the ring, and snaps on a headlock, forcing his opponent's face to the mat. Monk flails his arms as the referee watches closely, waiting to see if Monk will tap. Slowly, and with great effort, Monk manages to touch a ring rope with an outstretched boot. However Sanchez refuses to break the hold, and the referee gets up to four before the Sinner releases his grip. He then pulls Monk to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As Monk bounces off, Sanchez comes off the opposite side and hits a front dropkick, snapping Monk's head back. Monk crashes to the mat as Sanchez hooks a leg.
Phil Brooks: This just could be it...one...two, and...no, Monk kicked out of that one. That high-impact dropkick must have knocked Monk clear into next week, and Sanchez was quick to capitalise.
Josh Harter: My man Miguel nearly became world champ with that move, he's just got to keep up the offense./color]
Phil Brooks: Whatever happened to fair and balanced commentary?
Josh Harter: Hey, I call it like I see it, and the way I see it, Miguel Sanchez clearly has the upper hand.
Sanchez has thrown Monk into a corner, and charges like an oncoming train. Suddenly Monk ducks out of the way, and Sanchez crashes chest first into the top-turnbuckle. Reeling from the pain, Sanchez staggers backwards into the waiting arms of BA Monk, who hits a quick German Suplex and both men are left lying on the mat.
Josh Harter: Damn it!
The bruised Monk slowly gets up, and leans on the ropes for a little while, facing away from Sanchez. Sanchez eventually gets to his feet and tries to clothesline Monk over the top. However Monk crouches and sends Sanchez flying over the top rope instead, crashing to the floor below. BA Monk climbs a turnbuckle and looks around at the crowd with a manic gleam in his eye.
Josh Harter: Oh no, surely not the...
Sanchez rises to his feet, but BA Monk launches himself off the top rope and hits a perfect Missile Dropkick. Both men lie groaning near the ramp as the crowd scream and cheer in appreciation. A small 'BA Monk!' chant starts up as the fans watch in disbelief.
Phil Brooks: Missile Dropkick! Monk has a dropkick of his own, and Sanchez pays the price!
The referee has got up to a six count before Monk stands and rolls himself back into the ring. Sanchez takes until eight to get up, nine to reach the ring apron and just manages to avoid being counted out. Monk stands waiting, and as Sanchez comes near he hooks his head and thigh and hits a big Taz-plex. Monk crawls over to the fallen body of Miguel Sanchez and covers him for the pin.
Crowd: One! Two! Ohhhh!
Josh Harter: Kickout! Sanchez kicked out! There's life in him yet!
Monk shakes his head incredulously as he argues with the referee. Both men are now up in the center of the ring, if a little unsteadily, and stand toe-to-toe exchanging hard shots. First Monk, then Sanchez, then Monk again, and it continues until Sanchez drives a knee hard into Monk's midsection. Sanchez knees him in the gut again, then hooks both of Monks arms and drives him into the mat with a Tiger Driver. Sanchez buys himself some time to recover, and pulls himself up to his feet. He looks around, and gestures to the crowd. Sanchez gives the prone body of Monk a final glance before climbing to the top rope.
Phil Brooks: Now just what is Sanchez going to do here? What does it take to keep BA Monk down long enough for a three count?
Josh Harter: Diving...HEADBUTT! Sanchez connects! We have a new GWC world champion!
Sanchez drapes an arm over BA Monk. The referee slides in and starts the count. One...two...and at the very last instant, BA Monk somehow manages to get a shoulder off the mat. The noise from the crowd is tremendous.
Sanchez's face is a picture of utter disbelief, as he froths at the mouth, screaming incoherently at the referee. He pounds the mat in frustration and covers his face with his hands.
Phil Brooks: Neither of these men wants to give up. Neither of these men wants to be the one to miss out on being the first ever world champion in the GWC record books. Whatever you may think of BA Monk and Miguel Sanchez ladies and gentlemen, you cannot have a doubt about their tenacity, their will to become champion!
Josh Harter: Sanchez is going up top one more time. Surely now, the end is near for BA Monk as Sinners Fly!
Sanchez slowly, wearily, ascends the top turnbuckle one more time and yells something born out of pure fury to the fans near him. He hesitates for a moment, the crowd holds their breath, and Sanchez springs off the top turnbuckle looking to hit the Sinner Fly and put this match away.
Sanchez, turning in the air...connects with The Sinner Fly!
Josh Harter: That's it!
Phil Brooks: 1! 2! 3! MIGUEL SANCHEZ! MIGUEL SANCHEZ!
Michelle Madison: Here is your winner, and the first GWC WORLD CHAMPION! MIGUEL! SANCHEZ!
The confetti rains from the sky as "Leave You Far Behind" hits the speakers. The crowd boos loudly as Sanchez clutches his first ever title in his arms.
Josh Harter: A fairytale ending to Alpha!
Phil Brooks: RIIIIIIIIGHT...well Sanchez deserved it, we'll see you at Assault for the GWC DRAFT!
The credits roll as Sanchez continues to clutch his title in the ring, several cups have been thrown into the ring as security tries to take charge.
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Post by Danny Vice on Feb 21, 2007 15:02:50 GMT -5
Credits:
Everyone put in a ton of work, so thanks goes to everyone. This show is badass.
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Migsy
Midcard
GWC Record: 4-1-0.
Posts: 249
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Post by Migsy on Feb 21, 2007 15:10:42 GMT -5
The show did kick ass. Congrats to everybody
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Post by Michael "Thunder" Knight on Feb 21, 2007 15:12:32 GMT -5
Congrats to all the winners. Great show.
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Post by Pillage on Feb 21, 2007 15:20:10 GMT -5
Never a doubt in my mind.
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Post by David Alastair on Feb 21, 2007 17:15:00 GMT -5
This show definitely didn't disappoint. Kudos for everyone who worked on, for, and participated in this wonderful event.
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Post by Pillage on Feb 21, 2007 17:17:38 GMT -5
Thank you. Squared. I did my match as part of the UT rules. But I see it was a waste now that the UT is done for. =\ Whatever though, on to feuding.
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Post by T-Money on Feb 21, 2007 17:25:01 GMT -5
Great card. It was a really good read.
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Post by Jamal Carter on Feb 21, 2007 18:28:33 GMT -5
I had an adrenaline rush all day at school waiting for this and I was pleased when i finally saw it. But everyone is right. No more ultimate title, mayhem is coming, and unholy coronation is our next stop.
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