2/28 Wednesday Night Assault Results (7)

[Danny Vice]

"Welcome, Ghosts" by Explosions in the Sky blasts over the speaker system as the cameras frantically scan the Denver, Colorado crowd. Pyrotechnics explode as the GWC moves on to its second chapter of existence.

Josh Harter: WOW! Listen to this crowd!

Phil Brooks: That's right, everyone is going bezerk because we FINALLY have a World Champion, thanks to that exciting Pay-Per-View last week!

Clips of Miguel Sanchez pinning BA Monk and holding the GWC World title are shown, along with other highlights from Alpha.

Josh Harter: And tonight, it's champion versus champion in our main event. Newly crowned United States Champion David Alastair will take on the World Champion, Miguel Sanchez in a non-title match-up.

Phil Brooks: And let's not forget new champions will be crowned, as there is a five-way tag match for the Tag Team titles!

Josh Harter: Plus that worthless punk, Reckless Jack squares off with Alaric Griffon.

Phil Brooks: A three-way debut with new GWC Superstars!

Josh Harter: And new MAYHEM COMMISSIONER, Drake Kencedro will be participating in the first ever GWC Draft with Danny Vice!

Phil Brooks: And a new #1 Contender for the World Title, who could it possibly be?

Josh Harter: If I'm Miguel Sanchez, then I would not want to face...

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Miguel Sanchez Segment

All of a sudden. The lights go out. Marilyn Manson's "Disposable Teens" begins to boom through the arena.

Phil Brooks: Maybe we'll find out from the champ right now.

A green strobe lights begin to shoot through the arena. The spotlight then shines down on the ramp as Miguel Sanchez is shown standing with a cigarette in his mouth and his World Title belt around his waist. He then pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it into the crowd. He then proceeds to walk down the ramp. He stops at the apron and looks around. He then walks over to his left where the steel steps are and walks up them and onto the apron. From there, he scrapes off the dirt on his boots and steps through the ropes. He walks over to the closest corner and climbs up to the middle rope where he opens his arms and sucks in the reaction from the crowd. He then steps off and grabs a microphone.

Josh Harter: Let's hear it for him folks! He is the new GWC World Champ!

Harter stands and applauds Sanchez in the ring.

Miguel Sanchez: Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate a new era in the Global Wrestling Coalition. The Sanchez era. Unlike Nazi Germany or Communist Russia, I don't have to pull propaganda out of my ass to get you people to like me.

Crowd: Boooo!!!

Miguel Sanchez: Basically, what I'm saying is that I proved you all wrong. Look at this big plate of gold around my waist. Look at it shine. You can't have it and it pisses all of you sons of bitches off!

Phil Brooks: Can he say that on live television!?

Miguel Sanchez: All of you look at me and what do you see? A man who is cocky and arrogant and is a bad influence? No... You see yourselves! You all just don't want to accept the fact that one of your own has the strap and the company on his back and he didn't have to pay a damn cent or even work hard for it. My people, I will guide you. Accept me as "The Father of Sin". Accept me as your savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned! Do what's right for yourself because If you stay the way you are, you will never be successful. And that is just...the way...it is.

"Disposable Teens" begins to boom through the arena again. Sanchez drops the mic in the ring and steps through the ropes. He then walks up the ramp while flipping off the crowd.

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GWC Draft - Part I

Inside of Danny Vice’s office, he and Drake Kencedro are preparing to begin the draft. Both are seated on opposite sides of the desk with a large rotating cage holding ping pong balls inside. The lovely Michelle Madison helps twirl the cage.

Vice: Here’s how this will work? We will each select 8 names out of the cage. Then, of the last names remaining, we’ll pick back and forth until we’re out of superstars.

Kencedro: Whatever you say Vice. It isn’t the wrestlers that will make Mayhem better, it will be my leadership to a rebirth of wrestling in the GWC.

Vice reaches inside and pulls out the first ping pong ball.

Vice: The first member of Wednesday Night Assault…Alaric Griffon.

Kencedro: The first member of Monday Night Mayhem…ugh…the bible-thumper Jamal Carter.

Vice: Assault receives….Darkness

Kencedro: The future of wrestling is in the hands of…Thunder!

Vice: Wow, he was going to be a leader here. Alright then, let me see….next up we have…former United States Champion Red Solomon!

Kencedro: Former is the key word there. Mayhem selects…Pillage.

Vice: Assault will now have….Lexington “The Poet” Royale.

Kencedro: And Mayhem now selects…B..A..MONK! Yes, just as I hoped for.

Vice: Alright, that’s all good and well, let’s take a look at this opening match for the TRUE brand, Assault, before we finish up here.

[Danny Vice]

Danny Taylor v. Darkness v. The Emperor

Michelle Madison: Introducing first, Darkness!

"Torch" by DZK blasts through the arean as The Darkness walks down the ramp in his long black trench coat. Smoke sprays out from the ramp Darkness walks down it. He stops before getting in the ring and looks to the crowd and aknowledges them before taking his coat of and throwing it to them he then rollsd into the ring. HE steps back slwoly into his corner and awaits his oppenent.

Michelle Madison: And his first opponent, from the Deep South, Danny Taylor!

"Redneck" by Lamb of God is the entrance music. No pyro. He taunts the crowd as he heads to the ring with a chours of booes.

Michelle Madison: And their final opponent, accompanied to the ring by James, THE EMPEROR!!!

"Memory" was played as the Emperor walks out of the backstage with an hardcore weapon and looks at the crowd as he walks into the ring with his personal secretary, James, then relax as he awaits the bell.

The bell sounds and the three men waste no time starting the match. Darkness hits Taylor with several hard punches, but The Emperor is waiting to strike. He sends Darkness down to the mat with a clothesline. The Emperor then hits the rolling thunder, but gets in no more offense. Taylor picks up The Emperor and attempts a snap suplex, but The Emperor blocks it. He hits Taylor with a DDT. At this point, Darkness has reached hits feet. As Taylor begins to regain his composure, Darkness hits him with a spear that sends Taylor onto the floor. Taylor’s head smacks off against the steel guardrail and he appears to be knocked out. EMTs attend to him and eventually carry him out as the match continues.

Josh Harter: Well that is one way to eliminate your opponent.

Phil Brooks: I am actually suprised that's all it took to eliminate White Trash Danny Taylor.

Darkness and The Emperor now remain in the ring. They face each other in the center of the ring, looking to intimidate the other man. When that doesn’t work, The Emperor rears back and hits Darkness right in the jaw. The Emperor then bounces off the ropes, something that proves to be a tragic mistake. Darkness catches him and soon The Emperor finds himself up in a press slam. The Emperor is dropped on the floor just like Danny Taylor did before. The EMTs rush out again and it appears that this match will end. But The Emperor pushes through the EMTs and prepares for battle once again.

Josh Harter: Haha! You have to love this guy!

Phil Brooks: He said he'd rule over the GWC. He said he loved pain and being hardcore. You can see, The Emperor told no lies.

With his assistant James distracting the referee, The Emperor reaches under the apron and pulls out a steel chair. He hits the unsuspecting Darkness with the chair and then throws it down on the mat. Darkness is then DDTed on the chair. The referee turns around and sees that The Emperor is pinning Darkness.

1…

2…

Darkness kicks out. The Emperor picks up the chair and rears back in an attempt to hit him once again. The referee pulls the chair out of his hands, not wanting to have disqualify him. This greatly enrages The Emperor who charges towards the referee. Darkness sees this as an opening.

Phil Brooks: Almost got himself DQ'd, but it didn't seem to bother him.

He hits The Emperor with a running lariat, and barely misses hitting the referee as well. Darkness then continues the assault with a piledriver in the middle of the ring. Instead of making a cover on The Emperor, he waits for him to reach his feet. The Emperor quickly falls back down to the mat as he is hit with a superkick. Darkness makes the cover.

1…

2…

Kickout by The Emperor. Darkness is not fazed by this; he simply climbs the top rope. The Emperor knows what is coming, a shooting star press leg drop, and moves out of the way. Darkness may be close to ropes, but that doesn’t matter to The Emperor as he locks in The Royal Pain. It soon appears that Darkness may not be able to reach the ropes. He lifts his hand up in the air…and finally reaches the ropes. The Emperor refuses to let go, and only does when the referee pulls him off. Just as before, The Emperor heads towards the referee, ready to attack him. Darkness grabs The Emperor’s shoulder, spins him around, and then hits the It Came From The Darkness. He then makes a cover.

1…

2…

3!!!

Darkness climbs the turnbuckle in celebration of his win as "Torch" hits the speakers. Little does he know that The Emperor has signaled James to hand him something. It is a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. As soon as Darkness steps down from the turnbuckle, he is struck in the head with the bat, the music cuts short. The Emperor and James leave the ring celebrating the beating that Darkness has just been given as the crowd booes loudly.

Josh Harter: A brutal assault! I might have a new favorite wrestler!

Phil Brooks: Darkness is being tended to by medics in the ring, his head is busted open, he will not be happy about this once he wake ups.

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Phoenix Chambers Segment

The video opens up backstage, with Chambers in the corner, arms folded. In front of him is a man about 10 years his senior. His back is to the camera so its impossible to make out his face.

Man: What the hell was that last week?!?!

Chambers: Look! I tried, he won. There will be more opportunities.

Man: But it should only take one! That's not you talking that's your girl. Hell, it might as well have been her out there.

Chambers: Yeah? And what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Chambers begins to take stance but the man shoves him up against the wall and holds him there.

Man: It means everything that you've worked for, that I taught you, went to shit. No holds barred, and all you do is smash a statue over him?!?! Hell you only got one pinfall on him!

Chambers: ...

All of a sudden a slap is heard amongst Chambers' silence. The figure staring in disappointment as Phoenix rubs his cheek.
The figure then grabs him by his shirt and pulls him so they're face to face.

Man: Listen to me and listen to me good. You're going to try to fix this. That secondary title is your first step to greatness. To establishing a name for yourself. The only reason I'm being this tough on you is because you have great potential.

The man walks away, but quickly turns towards Chambers and starts shoving his finger into his chest.

Man: Remember, fix it!

Chambers nods and the man walks down the hall out the exit. Chambers paces back and forth glaring at the ground, feeling like he's just been treated like a little kid. He starts thinking of what to do, when Tim Ryan walks up.

Tim Ryan: Tim Ryan here with Phoenix Chambers. Chambers, last week, you and Griffon had one hell of a match, and even th...

Chambers looks up and glares and then puts the Claw hold onto Tim Ryan's face and delivers an STO. He gets up and glares down at the lifeless body of Ryan.

Chambers: Now's not the time Ryan.

Brooks: MY GOD! He just delivered the Throwdown to Tim Ryan! What is this young man's damage?!?

Harter: You saw what happened, he's under alot of pressure.

Brooks: THATS NO EXCUSE! His back just slammed hard against the concrete. My god somebody get some help for him.

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GWC Draft - Part 2

Vice: Alright Kencedro, the world champion is still in this cage, I’ll give you the first crack at trying to grab his ball.

Michelle laughs as Vice winks at the camera.

Kencedro: You’re a sick man Danny. Mayhem selects….even better…T-Money.

Vice: Ok, let’s see…Assault selects…United States Champion David Alastair!

Kencedro: Big deal, the big one is still in there…the Monster Abaddon will be a part of Mayhem.

Vice: Assault selects…Stephen “The Genius” Grace.

Kencedro: And I’ve got here…Phantom. Dead End will be a part of Mayhem…brilliant.

Vice: Assault now has….Reckless Jack!

Kencedro: He is nothing in comparison with....JT Stone.

Vice: Sure thing Drake. Let’s see who the last one out of the cage will be…The Emperor.

Michelle Madison: Wow, after all of that, who gets to have first pick.

Vice: Even though this is my federation, I will be fair and toss a coin on it. But we’ll have to wait till after the next match.

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David Alastair Segment

The cameras move backstage to David Alastair, walking down the hallway. The crowd pops when they see the United States Champion.

David Alastair: I said earlier this week I'd be teaming up with someone powerful. Someone fierce. I trust this man with my life. I know and understand what he is truly capable. And I have no doubt that I can trust him to the fullest extent.

Alastair continues to head down the hall.

David Alastair: Now many people might ask, 'David, you have the United States Title, why do you need help?' Well the truth is, everyone needs someone to watch their back here in the GWC. And I knew that there's one person here who will continue to push my to improve, as well as help me when needed. Not only that, but he's a marked man around these parts, and will need someone to keep all those dark shadows from lurking around him as well. Now if you'll excuse me, we're here.

Alastair stops at a dressing room door, which reads the name 'RECKLESS JACK'. The crowd pops again as Alastair enters.

[Danny Vice]

Tag Title Match
Casualties of War v. Dead End v. England's Finest Connection v. Playmakers v. Ryoma & Asagiri

Michelle Madison: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a five tag team match up for the GWC Tag Team Championships! All five teams will start in the ring and the first person to score a pinfall for their team will be the winners!

Josh Harter: Man, I’m stoked. We have 5, count ‘em 5, tag teams here to compete for the highest possible tag team accomplishment, the GWC World Tag Team Championships!

Phil Brooks: We haven’t seen many tag teams here in GWC stand out but now they all get the same chance to stand out in a champion ship match!

"Entrance" by Asian Kung-fu Generation and the lights in the arena begin flashing gold. Out from curtain walks two Japanese men. One of the men has short dark hair with long green tights while the other has longer hair and is wearing tights with long black and white stripes along the legs. They slap fans’ hands and slide into the ring simultaneously.

Michelle Madison: In the ring, from Kobe, Japan, at a combined weight of 363 lbs, Sakamoto Ryoma and Kana Asagiri!

Kana is the short haired one while Sakamoto is the other.

Phil Brooks: Well the party animals have arrived!

Josh Harter: How about just animals?

A funeral march plays and an explosion of fire lights up the stage. The lights in the arena turn blood red and two massive beasts emerge from the backstage area.

Michelle Madison: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 615 lbs., Abbadon and Phantom, DEAD End!

Both are wearing all black attire with long, dark trench coats. They enter the ring and tower over the Japanese tag team who don’t back down their challenge. The ref separates them and asks them to exit the ring.

Josh Harter: Here is my pick right here.

Asagiri, Ryoma, Phantom and Abbadon exit the ring of a school bell fills the air followed by “Firestarter” by Prodigy. Two clean cut gentlemen appear from backstage, one reading a small book of poetry and the other a dictionary. They close the books at the same time and give each other a quick glance, smirk as the move toward the ring followed by “You Suck” chants.

Michelle Madison: On the way to the ring, at a combined weight of 400 lbs., Stephen “The Genius” Grace and Lexington “The Poet” Royale, England’s Finest Connection, The E.F.C.!

Grace and Royale enter the ring, Grace sets the dictionary down and Royale places the book of poetry atop it. Grace is wearing white tights with “Genius” written in black on the back and long black boots while Royale wears long black tights and a white long sleeve button up shirt.

Josh Harter: Take a look in the ring. If only you and I could be as smart as those two.

Phil Brooks: Yeah but I hope I wouldn’t be as cocky as they are.

They continue to talk poetry and science as “Pain” by Three Days Grace erupts over the speakers. A small southern kid and a 6ft. giant emerge from the entrance way. The giant wears a dark skull mask with eyes and the mouth cut out with black leather pants, while his companion wears orange and black stripped tights. The giant pounds his fists as the smaller guy pumps him up for the match.

Michelle Madison: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 539 lbs., Chris Shine and Panic, Casualties of War!

Panic enters the ring and scares out Royale and Grace which allows Shine to slide in and pose on the turnbuckle. Panic has a stare down with the team Dead End on the outside. 4 teams look on as they wait for the last team.

“Out of My Way” by Seether plays and the crowd jumps to their feet. Jamal Carter and G-Money emerge from the backstage area and the crowd goes crazy. G-Money is wearing long green tights with $100 bills on them walking with a gold cane and handing out money to cheering fans. Carter wears long cyan tights and white finger cut gloves.

Michelle Madison: On the way to the ring, at a combined weight of 465 lbs., G-Money and Jamal Carter, The Playmakers!

Carter and Money slide into the ring, mount separate turnbuckles and pose to the crowd. They meet in the center of the ring, Carter kneels down, G-Money stands behind him, points upward and gold pyro shoots out of the turnbuckles.

Phil Brooks: These 5 awesome tag teams are about to brawl for the gold.

Josh Harter: Let’s get it started!

The bell rings and the 4 teams on the outside enter the ring and a huge brawl ensues. It is almost a tag team battle royal. Dead End double big boots Asagiri, Panic chokes Royale in the corner and Carter and Shine attack Stephen Grace in the corner. Panic throws Royale to the outside. Carter clotheslines Shine over the top rope to the outside which allows Grace to throw Carter over as well. G-Money windmill kicks Grace to the outside. Abbadon and Phantom pick up G-Money and toss him to the outside. Ryoma and Asagiri double dropkick Panic sending him over the top to the outside as well. Ryoma, Asagiri, Abbadon and Phantom are left in the ring. They charge at each other, Ryoma reverses a spear from Phantom and hits a reverse neck breaker. Asagiri sends Abbadon into the turnbuckle and Ryoma follows. They set up Abbadon and hit their top rope double Kamikaze Drop DDT. Abbadon lands on his neck sideways on the mat. Abbadon holds his neck in pain. The ref checks on him and calls for medical help. Ryoma and Asagiri look on and are attacked by Grace and Royale.

Phil Brooks: Oh man, I think Abbadon is hurt bad Josh.

Medics run to ringside and move Abbadon onto a stretcher and wheel him backstage.

Josh Harter: Don’t forget Phil; if Phantom wins this match he can still win the titles for his team.

Phil Brooks: You’re right Josh. But Phantom will have to work a lot harder.

Phantom now realizes his partner is gone but he continues to fight on. Ryoma gets double low blown by Grace and Royale as the ref tended to Abbadon. Royale signals Grace to go to the top rope, Royale sets Asagiri up, hits a backbreaker, followed by a shooting star press from Grace.

Phil Brooks: What athleticism!

Asagiri rolls out of the ring with his partner and the monster Panic is back in the ring. Shine is double teamed by Money and Carter on the outside but it doesn’t seem to bother Panic. Royale and Grace taunt the crowd but turn around and met with a clasped hand around their throats from Panic. Panic uses one hand to chokeslam Royale then picks up Grace above his head. Grace shakes in fear and Shine has managed to get to the top rope. He jumps and Panic tosses Royale up, allowing Shine to crossbody him.

Josh Harter: They call that The Face of Defeat and it lives up to its name.

G-Money slides in the ring and throws out Panic leaving himself and Shine. G-Money goes behind and tries to German suplex Shine but he tries to reverse. Carter is up on the turnbuckle and missile dropkicks Shine allowing G-Money to German suplex pin him.

1…….
2…………..
Shine kicks out.

Shine rolls out and shoves Carter out of the ring. Stephen Grace, Phantom, and Sakamoto Ryoma slide back in the ring. One member from each team is now in the ring. Shine, and Asagiri battle outside of the ring. Poet charges Carter, but he sidesteps him, sending Poet headfirst into the steel steps.

Grace charges Phantom but receives a backbodydrop over the top rope. Ryoma springboards off the middle rope and attempts a crossbody, but is caught in midair and powerslamed to the mat by Panic. Phantom grabs G-Money by the throat looking for a choke slam, but Panic grabs Phantom instead, and hits him with the Panic Attack!

Josh Harter: What a move from the big man!

Phil Brooks: Absolute raw power!

Panic now grabs G-Money, and hits him with the chokeslam. Panic with the cover.

1....

2....

Carter comes off the top rope and legdrops Panic.

Phil Brooks: The big man is out cold!

The referee forces Carter out of the ring as G-Money begins to make the cover, but Stephen Grace comes from behind and hits him with a chair. Grace tosses the chair out of the ring as the referee turns around, but Chris Shine slides back in the ring and rolls Grace up...

1....

2....

3!!!!!!!!

Phil Brooks: I don't even think he was the legal man, but the referee doesn't realize it! The Casualties of War stole one!

Michelle Madison: Here are your winners, and NEW Tag Team Champions...the Casualties of War!

"Pain" by Three Days Grace hits as the men slide out of the ring with their new gold in their arms.

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GWC Draft - Part III

Kencedro: Alright Michelle, flip the coin.
Michelle begins to get ready, when she’s stopped.

Vice: Drake, call it in the air.

Kencedro: Fair enough.

Michelle is given the nod from Danny and flips the coin in the air.

Kencedro: Tails never fails!

The coin bounces several times on the table before settling.

Michelle Madison: It’s heads!

Vice: Aha! Assault will select the World Champion Miguel Sanchez for it’s brand.

Kencedro: It won’t matter, the title won’t remain on Assault for long. Mayhem selects G-Money, the man from Cashville himself.

Vice: Assault selects Phoenix Chambers.

Kencedro: I will take…Danny Taylor. Trailer trash will suit nicely with us on Monday nights.

Vice: That’s all good and well Drake, I will take the Ryder.

Kencedro: What, no? I don’t want…

Vice: That’s right, Skyler Striker. The defender of justice and good. Skyler is staying over there on Mayhem, and I will be sure that he helps me keep an eye on you!

Kencedro: Damn. Well at least Pillage will get what he’s been asking for. We will see you on the real show, on Monday Night!

Kencedro storms out of the office with his roster in hand.

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Reckless Jack v. Alaric Griffon

Michelle Madison: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York...RECKLESS...JACK!

The yelling intro of All That Remains' "This Calling" fills the arena as the lights go out. Blue strobe light starts up as the crowd rocks out to the song, awaiting the next wrestler to come out down to the ring.

I secretly crave, crave that scent again
Still feel it pressing on me now
Now with the onset, my flesh is weakening
I steal my nerves for temptations at hand again

The strobe light stops only to see it start again, this time with a reddish hue to it. A faint silhouette is shown in the entry way, kneeling down with his head down. There is also a white mist surrounding the area where the silhouette is at. The crowd knows who it is at this point and they start to all throw their arms in preparation for who is about to do it.

And I hear this calling
Still you don't seem so far at all
And I hear this calling out

The strobe light stops as pyro explodes as a red spotlight shines brightly on Reckless Jack as he is kneeling down. He springs to his feet and throws his arms out. The fans are cheering seeing Reckless Jack as he starts to headbang to the song. Reckless Jack looks on at the fans, some of which happening to be head banging out to the song while the others are just kinda enjoying what is going on. Reckless Jack smirks as he starts to walk down to the ring in his wrestling attire. The spotlight stays on him as the people continue to cheer. He slaps a few hands on his way to the ring.

No secrets deception for these would tear this down
I'll note the past spare the pain (spare the pain)
Words match my deeds with brutal honesty
Never forget these choices were made by me

Once Reckless Jack is in the middle of the ramp, he stops and starts to hype himself up as he throws his arm into the air and lifts it high. A string of pyro shoots down the ramp as he brings the arm back down. He continues slapping hands with the cheering fans. After he gets to the ring apron, he rolls into the ring, hopping on the nearest turnbuckle, throwing out his arms once more. The crowd cheering, as he hops down and does the same on the opposite turnbuckle. He jumps off the turnbuckle, then crouches down, waiting for his opponent.

Michelle Madison: And his opponent, the #1 Contender for the United States Title...ALLLLARIC...GRIFFFFFFFFFON!

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.

“When this is all said and done
We spent this life on the run
Judged by the company we keep

Our language, buried inside
These lungs that keep us alive
We breathe so selfishly”

“Promises we plan to break
Are made in whispered voices
Cause our despair knows many names

We make mistakes
But we apologize with roses we never stop to smell on the way”

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”.

“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)”

Climbing down off the ringpost, Griffon removes his jacket, handing it over the top rope to an attendant at ringside. Standing in the corner, arms crossed, Griffon awaits the opening bell.

The bell sounds and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Griffon gains the early advantage and puts Jack in an armbar, which Jack reverses and follows with a dropkick. Both men quick to their feet, armdrag takedown by Griffon, who follows up with a sharp knee to the lower back of Jack.

Josh Harter: Some quick action thus far, both men seem to be still hot from Alpha!

Phil Brooks: Absolutely, and looking for another victory tonight to keep that streak going.

Griffon forces Jack into the corner and whips him across to the opposite corner, charging behind. Jack catapults himself over Griffon in the corner and hits a snap suplex back toward the center of the ring. Jack follows up with an uranage backbreaker, then belly-to-belly suplex sending Griffon to the outside.

Phil Brooks: Wow, check out the power and determination of Reckless Jack. He looks like a man possessed!

Josh Harter: He is haphazardous and does not belong here in the GWC!

Suddenly, from out of the crowd comes a man in black tights and a hooded black sweatshirt. He has a bright yellow luchador mask on, covering his face, and a chair in hand. He slides into the ring and drills Reckless Jack in the skull with the steel chair. The referee calls for the bell as Reckless Jack stumbles inside of the ring. The masked man then superkicks Jack, dropping him to the mat.

Phil Brooks: What the...?

Josh Harter: I love it! This is exactly what I want to see. Assault. That's the name of the show, and it's being played out perfectly here tonight.

Phil Brooks: Perhaps, but that was a blindside attack. Who is the assailant?

The masked man sets the chair up in the center of the ring, and hits a running tornado DDT on Jack, smashing his face into the seat of the chair, busting Reckless Jack wide open.

Phil Brooks: Is that Ryder? That looked like The Last Ryde!

Josh Harter: If it is, bravo! Bravo!

The bell continues to ring. Alaric Griffon runs into the ring to attack the masked man, but he slides quickly out of the ring and exits to the crowd. The crowd booes loudly as the GWC cuts to another segment.

[Danny Vice]

Aria Cross Segment

The big screen above the entrance-ramp flickered, drawing the attention of the GWC fans in attendance. Technical difficulties from the back? Perhaps so. As they turned their attention back to the ring, another flicker jarred from the screen, then static fizzled on the screen. When it seemed that technical difficulty was the answer, suddenly, all was clear, and there was a picture of what looked like the area just outside the Pepsi Center, here in Denver. A figure appeared in the shot, the light clinking of jewlery following the step of the femanine form as she came into focus. She wore a knee-high leather skirt and long white stockings, her feet out of the camera's view. Her top was a low-cut black blouse with a gothic corset over her midsection. Long, raven-black hair spilled over her shoulders and framed her relatively pale face, a face marked with dark makeup around the eyes and light purple lipstick. She smiled.

"Is everyone enjoying the show?" she began, looking over her shoulder in the direction of the Pepsi Center behind before turning back to the camera. "Some of you know me. Most of you don't. Those of you who saw my message earlier in the week will know why I'm here. I'm watching all of you... each wrestler that competes tonight, and each one that doesn't. I am the wraith at your back who you want desperately to leave you alone... but you can't force yourself to turn and speak."

She tilted her head slightly to one side, her upper lip curving into a sinister half-smile before she continued. "I am the phantom whose shadow secretly brings you comfort."

Suddenly, rushed footfalls were heard coming from the Pepsi Center entrance, and a red-haired form became visable in the statdium lights. Tim Ryan. Aria turned her head when she heard the steps, a slight, lilting chuckle caught by the camera as the interview approached.

"Aria, Aria!" Tim began, huffing and panting for breath, "Do you have time for some questions?"

Aria nodded, motioning with her hand for Tim to continue.

"The GWC fans need to know when they'll see you in the ring, live."

"I haven't decided yet, Tim. Next question."

The interviewer seemed to be slightly taken aback by the crispness of the woman's answer, but regained his composure quickly enough. "Do you have any comment to the wrestlers that have responded to our last interview? Have you chosen your client?"

Aria smiled slightly at that, but shook her head. "The choice hasn't been made yet, Tim, but I would like to thank those who took the time, and expressed interest."

"When will you decide?" Tim asked.

"I never confirmed that I would decide. Perhaps the choice will be made for me, hm? Nevertheless... Unholy Coronation is your answer."

Tim cocked an eyebrow curiously. "You won't decide? What does that mean, Aria?"

The woman smiled slightly, clapping Tim on the shoulder. "Why don't you pose that question to Daniel Vice?"

With that, the big screen flickered again, then faded to black, leaving the fans in attendence and those watching at home wondering just what, exactly, the raven-haired woman had in store for the GWC...

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New #1 Contender for World Title

"Gonna Fly Now" by Bill Conti hits as Danny Vice heads down toward the ring in a business suit to a resounding cheer from the fans. He steps into the ring with a microphone in hand.

Danny Vice: Thank you Denver, Colorado!

The crowd cheers with the cheap pop by Vice.

Danny Vice: Tonight, I am proudly here to announce to you, the number one contender for Miguel Sanchez' World Title at Unholy Coronation!

Suddenly Drake Kencedro appears across the JumboTron, as Danny Vice gets a look of frustration on his face. Vice is shaking his head, as Kencedro has a giant grin on his face.

Drake Kencedro: Whoa whoa whoa, Danny you’re aren’t naming anyone the number one contender for Sanchez’s World Title…not tonight anyways.

Vice looks confused, as Drake holds up a contract that reads Monday Night Mayhem at the top.

Drake Kencedro: You see…in my contract is states that I, Drake Kencedro. Have full rights to name the FIRST number one contender for Mr. Sanchez’s world title. And instead of letting these great GWC fans see some washed up hacks from your brand like…Eric Kennedy…Reckless Jack…or whoever the hell you have in your closest of clowns…I have made it an honor…no…a privilege to announce to you all…that the number one contender…for Miguel Sanchez’s WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis…

Josh Harter: Who is it!?

Drake Kencedro: A man with true talent…and grace inside the ring…he is none other than…

Josh Harter: THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME!

“Money” by Pink Floyd begins to play.

Drake Kencedro: …………………THUNDER!

Thunder steps out on to the entrance ramp. He has a microphone in his hand and is grinning from ear to ear, having just heard that he is the #1 contender for the World Title. He walks down to the ring slowly, seemingly enjoying the crowd’s booing. The music stops when Thunder steps into the ring.

Thunder: I would like to say thank you to this crowd for the wonderful reception you have just given the new #1 contender.

The booing grows even louder.

Thunder: You guys really are too kind. But there’s some things that I’d like to say to Danny Vice right now, so please shut the hell up. After my recent losses in #1 contender matches, I had begun to say interviews that maybe I’d hit the glass ceiling in GWC. I said that I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, but that my luck would change at Alpha. And it certainly did. I defeated Skyler Striker and now here I am getting a World Title shot at Unholy Coronation.

And thanks to the wonderful Mayhem GM, Drake Kencedro, I now realize what was holding me back this whole time. It has all been one man’s fault and that man is standing right before me. Yeah, Danny, it’s you, even though you’ll never admit it. You’ll never admit that you were determined to make me fail on Assault, no matter what I did in the ring. I don’t know if your so stupid that you couldn’t figure out that I’m the best in GWC, or if you’re holding a grudge about something that happened elsewhere. But one thing I do know for sure is that you’ve had it in for me from the beginning. But that’s all about to change.

Now thanks to a GM that actually knows what he’s doing, I’m getting the match that I deserved all along. At Unholy Coronation I get another shot at that junkie known as Miguel Sanchez, except this time the World Title will be on the line. And with God as my witness, I will win the World Title and bring the title to Mayhem. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.

Thunder gives Danny a shove, enough to send him into the ropes. He then drops the microphone on the mat and exits the ring. As he walks back down the ramp, “Money” begins to play again. Danny Vice raises his arm to signal to turn the music off, Kencedro can be seen laughing on the big screen monitor.

Danny Vice: That's all good and well Thunder, but you seem to forget that this federation isn't about you, or Drake Kencedro, or myself, or anyone else backstage. This federation is for the people sitting here, in this arena and at home, who support all the hardwork everyone else puts in. And next week, I am going to have a suprise for these great people, and I'll give you a hint...it has to do with one World Title.

The crowd pops as "Gonna Fly Now" hits the speakers. Thunder and Kencedro both look on in shock, waiting for Commissioner Vice's announcement next week.

[Danny Vice]

Non-Title
Champion v. Champion
Miguel Sanchez v. David Alastair

Michelle Madison: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Nekomi, Japan...he is the United States Championnnnnn.....DAVID.....ALASTAIR!

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.

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, preparing for his upcoming match.

Michelle Madison: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from New York City....the GWC WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.....MIGUEL SANCHEZZZZZZ!

The lights go out. Marilyn Manson's "Disposable Teens" begins to boom through the arena. All of a sudden, green strobe lights begin to shoot through the arena. The spotlight then shines down on the ramp as Miguel Sanchez is shown standing with a cigarette in his mouth and his World Title belt around his waist. He then pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it into the crowd. He then proceeds to walk down the ramp. He stops at the apron and looks around. He then walks over to his left where the steel steps are and walks up them and onto the apron. From there, he scrapes off the dirt on his boots and steps through the ropes. He walks over to the closest corner and climbs up to the middle rope where he opens his arms and sucks in the reaction from the crowd. He then steps off and waits for the match to begin.

Josh Harter: There he is, the world champion, the undefeated, the great Miguel Sanchez!

Phil Brooks: Undefeated, yes. World Champion, yes. But great? It takes a long time to be considered great, but he is surely on his way.

The two men circle each other a bit, sizing each other up. Both men draw close and lock up, pushing hard against each other. Sanchez leans back a bit and shoves hard, throwing Alastair to the mat. Sanchez then flexs a bit, showing off his muscles.

Phil Brooks: Looks like Sanchez is getting a bit cocky.

Alastair pulls himself back up and goes right back for a lock up. Both men push again, but Alastair slips out of the lock up and underneath Sanchez's arm. He runs off the ropes as Sanchez turns around, right into a fast flying leg lariat. Alastair stands up over the fallen Sanchez and flexs a bit himself. Sanchez looks angrily at Alastair as he gets up and runs at Alastair, who hits a drop toe hold. Alastair stands up and hits a standing moonsault onto the back of Sanchez.

Josh Harter: Well executed from Alastair..

Alastair rolls Sanchez over for a quick pin.

One!

Tw...Sanchez shoves upwards to toss Alastair off of him. Alastair manages to land on his feet however and goes to run back off the ropes. As Sanchez stands back up, Alastair hits a running neck breaker onto Sanchez and follows it up with another quick pin.

One!

Tw...Sanchez pushes Alastair off of him, not happy about how the proceedings are going.

Josh Harter: Alastair is going for quick pins to try and wear Sanchez down I think.

Alastair tries again to run off the ropes, but Sanchez is ready this time. He grabs Alastair and launches him straight up into the air, causing Alastair to crash down to the mat onto his stomach.

Phil Brooks: Did you see the height that Sanchez launched him?

Sanchez pulls Alastair up and irish whips him into a turnbuckle, then runs in to follow up with a hard clothesline. Holding Alastair into place, he starts to throw elbow after elbow into the skull of Alastair, knocking him silly. Sanchez steps back and runs off of the ropes as Alastair stumbles out of the corner, right into body press jump from Sanchez. Sanchez starts to pound on Alastair as the ref gives him the mandatory five count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Sanchez pulls himself off of Alastair, laughing at him.

Josh Harter: You have to give Sanchez credit though, he realizes that Alastair is a very agile individual, so he has to use his power to keep Alastair grounded.

Alastair starts to pull himself up off the mat, but Sanchez runs forward and hits a stiff kick to the side of the head. The referee yells at Sanchez for that, but he is ignored as Sanchez walks over to the fallen Alastair and starts to lift him up again. He pulls Alastair's head in between his legs and grips his waist, setting up a powerbomb.

Phil Brooks: Oh god, this could finish the match here.

Before Sanchez can hit the move, Alastair manages to stand up and hit a backbody drop. Sanchez starts to pull himself up, but Alastair comes running in from behind to hit a facebuster. He looks down at Sanchez, then at one of the ropes. Making a quick dash to the ropes and back, he does a somersault roll which ends in a hard legdrop onto Sanchez.

Alastair pins Sanchez.

One!

Two!

Thr..Sanchez kicks out hard. Alastair moves over to a turnbuckle and climbs up, waiting for Sanchez to get up.

Phil Brooks: Looks like Alastair is going to fly.

Sanchez slowly gets up, shaking his head a bit. He turns towards the turnbuckle right as Alastair leaps off with a crossbody...but Sanchez catches him. Sanchez lifts Alastair up and hits a hard backbreaker, but holds onto Alastair. He then lifts Alastair up again and hits another back breaker. For one last time, he lifts Alastair up and down into a final backbreaker. He then goes for a pin.

One!

Two!

Thr...Alastair barely gets his shoulder up.

Phil Brooks: Alastair is taking a good deal of punishment here.

Sanchez looks down at Alastair and signals that it is over with. He pulls Alastair up and grabs him by the throat.

Josh Harter: Looks like the World Champ is going to take him for a ride...

Sanchez starts to lift Alastair up, but Alastair breaks the choke, leaps up, and hits a sick sounding enziguri on Sanchez. Both men drop.

Phil Brooks: Alastair barely avoided that one and it looked like he knocked Sanchez out. But he's so exhausted, can he beat the ref's ten count?

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Alastair starts to pull himself up very slowly, so tired at the moment. Meanwhile, Sanchez's eyes finally open after that hard hit.

Five!

Six!

Alastair crawls over towards the ropes to try and use them for leverage. Sanchez rolls over onto his stomach, holding his head with one hand as he pushes up with the other.

Seven!

Eight!

Alastair pulls himself up and grabs Sanchez by the head and drives him to the mat with a DDT. Alastair leaps up on top of the turnbuckle. He leaps high in the air to hit Believer’s End, but Sanchez rolls just out of the way.

Josh Harter: Alastair took a little too much time up top and ended up with nothing.

Phil Brooks: Can the World Champion capitalize?

Josh Harter: Of course he can, that’s why he’s the champ.

Sanchez grabs the dazed Alastair and hits The Great Rebirth. The crowd booes loudly as he kneels over Alastair. He places a single hand on his chest for the pin.

One!

Two!

Three!

Josh Harter: Too much Miguel tonight.

Phil Brooks: But Alastair did put up a great fight.

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner...MIGUEL SANCHEZ!

Miguel Sanchez has his arm raised in the air, but "Money" by Pink Floyd hits instead of Miguel's usual music. Sanchez drops the title and looks up the ramp to see Thunder walk out at the top of the ramp. The music stops so Thunder can speak.

Thunder: Look, Miguel. I know we've got something big coming up at Unholy Coronation. But I wanted to let you know there are things about you I do respect. Your ruthlessness. Your willingness to do whatever it takes to win. So for now, I say we put our differences aside, and beat the hell out of that poor excuse for a champion, David Alastair.

Sanchez nods in agreement as Thunder begins to walk down the ramp. Suddenly, Reckless Jack comes flying out from backstage and grabs Thunder.

Josh Harter: It's Jack!

Phil Brooks: And he's got Thunder! A Trigger Full of Promises by Reckless Jack on the steel ramp! And Sanchez is just stunned in the middle of the ring!

Sanchez looks at the ramp and sees Jack, he doesn't notice Alastair right behind him. He turns around and gets hit by the Saviour's Reign from Alastair.

Phil Brooks: The World Champion is laid out in the center of the ring! The #1 contender out cold on the ramp! And the crowd is going crazy for David Alastair and Reckless Jack!

Josh Harter: Commissioner Kencedro is not going to be happy about this.

"Atomic Garden" hits over the speakers as Jack and Alastair celebrate in the ring by posing on the turnbuckles for the crowds as the Assault credits roll.

Phil Brooks: We will have to wait and see, the first episode of Mayhem is next week! Then back here for Assault on Wednesday! What could happen next!?!?

[Danny Vice]

Credits:
Draft - Vice
Triple Threat - Thunder
Tag Match - Jamal Carter
Griffon v. RJ - Vice
Sanchez v. Alastair - Vice
Aria Segment - Aria
Phoenix Segment - Phoenix
Alastair Segment - Vice
Miguel Segment - Miguel
#1 Contender - Vice, Kencedro, Thunder
Intro, Conclusion to show - Vice

[Michael "Thunder" Knight]

Great results. Congrats to all of the winners and I can't wait to face Miguel one more time.

[David Alastair]

I like it. Good show!

[Migsy]

Great show. I feel bad that I didn't turn in my match. sorry bout that. Thunder, looking foward to facing you again

[cow]

Good Read

[Joe Ragnal/Chrysta]

Nice show, and great job by all involved. Looking forward to next week's tag. ;D

[Darkness/Felipe Salarose]

Nice to see I picked up the win and pretty sweet to be one of the first drafted.

[Jamal Carter]

Ah yes, but check out the first to be drafted to Monday Night Mayhem. all the other Mayhem roster needs to know they need to be on their game if we wanna be better than Assault. (Which I have a feeling we already are.)

[Talan Trenor]

BREAKING NEWS[/i]

Danny Vice has signed Lance Bass as a full time member of the Wednesday Night Assault brand.

[Danny Vice]

lol