3/7 Wednesday Night Assault Results (9)

[Danny Vice]

"Bring It" by Cobra Starship hits as pyrotechincs explode inside of the BC Place Stadium in Vancouver. The crowd is on the edge of their seats and roaring as the cameras swoop in on Josh Harter and Phil Brooks.

Phil Brooks: We're just two weeks away from Unholy Coronation and filled with a huge show on Assault tonight. What will the aftermath be in the World Title scene after Monday night's melee in Seattle?

Josh Harter: I have no idea, but I do know that Thunder is in the building tonight, as is World Champion Miguel Sanchez! Neither of those men were too happy with Commissioner Vice on Mayhem, I expect we will see them somewhere in the building voicing their opinions.

Phil Brooks: As for our action tonight, we have Darkness and The Emperor in a hardcore match. The Emperor felt he was cheated last week out of a win, so he asked for his own rules in his rematch with Darkness.

Josh Harter: Plus a tag match with four men debuting, The Classics, Nova, and Joe Ragnal!

Phil Brooks: Reckless Jack will also get some vengeance when stepping in the ring with Ryder. Many believe Ryder to be the masked man who attacked Jack on Assault last week, and this week's first ever Mayhem. Perhaps we will find out tonight!

Josh Harter: We've also got the #1 Contender for the United States Title, Alaric Griffon, against Red Solomon, a former US Champ himself.

Phil Brooks: And speaking of US Champions, David Alastair is in action with Phoenix Chambers in our main event. If Chambers wins, he gets into the mix for a title shot at Unholy Coronation, but we know David Alastair isn't in the best of moods after what Thunder did to him on Mayhem. All of that and more, here on Assault tonight!

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Hardcore Match
Darkness v. The Emperor

"Torch" by DZK blasts through the arena as a man in figure in a long, dark coat walks from behind the curtain. The man wears black jeans with long text written in red on the right leg.

Michelle Madison: Making his way to the ring, from New York City, weighing in at 223 lbs., THE Darkness!

Darkness walks down toward the ring as smoke sprays out from the ramp. He stops before getting in the ring, looks out to the crowd, acknowledges them. Darkness takes off his coat of, throws it to the crowd then rolls into the ring. As he enters the ring, he immediately rolls back out and looks under the ring. Darkness pulls out a kendo stick and rolls back in the ring. He takes a few swings of the kendo stick which gets a good pop from the crowd.

Josh Harter: Can you feel it Phil? GWC’s first Hardcore match and to quote the horror movie legend Jigsaw ‘Oh yes, there will be blood.’

Phil Brooks: I’m afraid I’m not as excited for this violent match as you are but it is going to be interesting to see these 2 men take it to the limit.

"Memory" plays over the speakers as a small, foreign man emerges into the arena wearing gold tights and a black, spiky crown carrying a barbed wire baseball bat in his right hand. He is accompanied by a slightly taller, Asian man dressed in a slick, black suit.

Michelle Madison: On his way to the ring, being accompanied by James, from Montpelier, Vermont, weighing in at 190 lbs., The Emperor!

The Emperor arrives at the ringside and stares up at an intense Darkness. Darkness waves the kendo stick, ushering The Emperor into the ring. James takes off Darkness’ crown and leads him up the ring steps and into the ring.

Phil Brooks: Josh, I’m having a hard time believing that The Emperor will be able to win this match. I mean not only does Darkness have a 33 pound weigh advantage but The Emperor is deaf as well!

Josh Harter: Are you kidding? That works to his advantage. The Emperor knows hardcore and knowing that he doesn’t know and can’t respond to the word “stop” makes him that much more dangerous.

Phil Brooks: I never thought of it like that Josh.

Josh Harter: Of course you didn’t.

The Emperor and the Darkness circle each other warily, looking for an opening. They lock up, and grapple back and forth for a little while. Darkness gains the upper hand, shoots the Emperor into the ropes and launches him high into the air with a big back body drop. Darkness gives the royal one no time to recover as he pummels the Emperor with a variety of punches and kicks. The Emperor tries to block the many blows that are coming his way, but the Darkness just keeps it coming. The Emperor eventually rolls out of the ring to escape the punishment instead.

The Darkness leaves the ring as well, but he takes a huge kick to the gut courtesy of the wily Emperor. The Emperor shoots a couple of fists to the Darkness's head, and then tries to whip him into the security barrier. The sheer weight advantage of the Darkness wins out though, as he is able to reverse the whip and send the Emperor hurtling into the security barrier instead. The crowd groans in sympathy as the Emperor hits the barrier spine first and yells in pain.

Phil Brooks: That size advantage of the Darkness really working in his favour there, as he regains control of this matchup.

As the Emperor lies sprawled on the floor, Darkness has lifted the ring curtain and is hunting around under the crawlspace there for something good to use. He emerges with a large garbage can and a table, and the crowd cheers in appreciation. Darkenss sets up the table at ringside, then approaches the Emperor, with the can held high in his hands. Readying himself, he brings it down on the Emperor's back with quite some force. Another yell from the Emperor. As Darkness lifts the garbage can again, the Emperor suddenly lashes a leg out that catches the Dark one square in the groin. Darkness drops the can and falls to the ground, clutching his aching scrotum.

Josh Harter: Right in the fork! Man, I wouldn't want to be Darkness's girlfriend tomorrow night.

Phil Brooks: You mean you were considering it before?

Josh Harter: I...I mean...damnit Phil, we're calling a match with wrestlers whose names resemble British alternative rock bands! It's a little confusing out here, a guy can get mixed up.

Phil Brooks: Don't worry Josh, your secret's safe with me. And the millions of GWC fans of hardcore, of course.

The Emperor has gained the upper hand, and thinking quickly, he jams the garbage can over Darkness's head. As Darkness staggers around, the Emperor climbs the security barrier, and hits a missile dropkick. The crash of boots against steel reverberates across the arena as the Darkness lies comatose. The Emperor then climbs the Spanish announce table, and after pointing to the sky in an obscure gesture of some sort, hits a leg drop across the face of Darkness, still adorned with steel. Emperor pulls the garbage can off and covers Darkness for the pin.

Phil Brooks: What a sickening impact! And the referee is right in front of us making the count. 1, 2, and...no, Darkness kicked out. How he did so is beyond me ladies and gentlemen, considering the two massive shots he took to the head!

The Emperor wears a look of disbelief on his face as he argues with the referee. He brings Darkness to his feet and prepares to hook his waist, but the Dark one suddenly twists out of the way and hits a superkick. The Emperor staggers back, and Darkness charges at him with a running lariat. He hits it and both men go down.

Darkness is the first to rise to his feet, and he pulls the Emperor up with him. With a look of anger on his face, he rams his opponent's head straight into the ring-post without mercy. Blood flows from a gash on the Emperor's forehead as the crowd react in disbelief.

Josh Harter: We've got a bleeder! Call the paramedics!

Darkness grasps the Emperor and raises him high into the air, showing off his strength for the fans. He holds the royal one up in the military press for one count, two, and three, before hitting a powerslam. Darkness hooks a leg.

Crowd: 1...2...ohhhh!

Phil Brooks: Well I thought Darkness showed some guts kicking out of that pin earlier, but the Emperor's just showed he can hang with the best as well! And we're nowhere closer to finding out just who is going to win this hardcore matchup.

Darkness slides back out of the ring and looks underneath again, where he finds one wooden board covered in barbed wire, and places it on the table he's already set-up.

Josh Harter: Now why would anyone put that underneath the ring?

Phil Brooks: For matches just like this, I suppose.

Darkness slides back in the ring and hits several right hands to the head of The Emperor. He whips Emperor into the turnbuckle and follows closely with a corner splash. The Emperor seems out of it as Darkness places him on top of the turnbuckle. Darkness begins to ascend as well, the crowd is cheering with anticipation.

Phil Brooks: Oh god he isn't going to...

Darkness lifts The Emperor in the air and hits It Came From The Darkness, the super double underhook piledriver, sending both men through the barbed wire board and table outside. Emperor is bleeding profusely from the head. Darkness seems completely out of it from the fall.

Phil Brooks: Dear God! Does this man have any idea what he just did?

Darkness rolls back into the ring slowly at 9, while the referee counts out The Emperor.

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

"Torch" hits the speakers, but the cheers from the crowd are louder than the music. The referee raises Darkness arm in victory, but he collapses to his knees. Paramedics tun out to help The Emperor onto a stretcher while the crowd remains on their feet from this match.

Josh Harter: I......speechless.

Phil Brooks: What we just say was inhumane. Words will never suffice.

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Masked Man Segment

Backstage interviewer Tim Ryan and janitor Old Lou Thompson are walking through the halls of the BC Place Stadium.

Tim Ryan: Tonight's show should be good Lou. We've got a lot of top quality talent on this brand and some great matches lined up.

Lou Thompson: Sounds mighty fine. As long as these punks learn to clean up after themselves. It's tough work mopping up their messes at the end of the night.

Tim Ryan: Well we've got Alaric Griffon going up against Red Solomon. Plus United States Champion David Alastair facing Phoenix Chambers in a non-title match. Not to mention Reckless Jack going against Ryder. There's nothing but pay-per-view quality matches on tonight's card.

Lou Thompson: "Yeah yeah. Just tell 'em to dump their garbage in the trash cans for once...hey. What's with you? What are you staring at?"

Ryan has suddenly stopped and is staring at something down the hall on the floor. He points and Old Lou looks down. The camera pans down the hall a bit and shows a lucha libre mask laying on the ground outside of Reckless Jack's locker room!

Lou Thompson: "Well. Will you look at that?"

Tim Ryan: "I think Jack will want to see this."

Ryan picks up the mask and knocks on the door to Reckless Jack's locker room as the scene heads back to the arena.

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The Classics v. Joe Ragnal/Nova

Michelle Madison: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team debut match-up. Introducing first...the team of Victor Sinclair and Jason Lane...they are The Classics!

Vangelis' "Conquest Of Paradise" starts to play as the arena goes dark, with a couple of blue searchlights lightning up the ramp, the aisle and the ring; on the ramp, Eddie Peral appears, followed by The Classics. Victor and Jason observe the audience for a few seconds, then start their walk towards the ring, looking cold and distant, while their manager, on contrary, gesticulates enthusiasticly and chatters away, hyping his proteges. In the ring, Jason and Victor mount the turnbuckles and solemnly unfolds the capes, spreading their arms wide. They then procede to remove the capes and the belts, which they hand to Eddie Pearl, and walk into their corner to await their opponents.

Michelle Madison: And their opponents...introducing first...NOVA!

Blood drops echoe throughout the arena and then a sadistic laugh bellows. Nova walks out with his hands in the air. He gets booed all the way down the ramp before rolling into the ring. As he gets to his feet, he runs at the Classics, chasing them out of the ring. As Nova taunts his opponents...

Michelle Madison: And his partner....Joe Ragnal!

"Violence Fetish" by Disturbed plays as Joe Ragnal runs out, hyping the crowd by jumping and running in the same manner as Edge would. He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, taking his coat and sunglasses off as he stands. He looks over and sees Nova still taunting the Classics and Eddie, and realizes that at this rate, the match my never start. With that in mind, he runs to the ropes, springboards off the middle rope, and lands a seated senton drop on all three members of the Classics. Joe gets to his feet and picks up Victor by the hair, and tosses him back into the ring. Nova picks Victor up into a suplex position and keeps him up there for about ten seconds, then finally hits the suplex, then goes to his corner. Joe slides back into the ring and waits for Victor to get to his knees, then runs at him and dropkicks him in the ribs! Victor tries to get up again, but Joe grabs him into a headlock, charges forward, and hits a running bulldog. Joe goes for a pin.

1!

2!

Kickout from Victor. Joe picks him up and whips him into his corner, which allows Jason to tag Victor's shoulder. Joe runs at Victor, unaware of the tag, and hits a high knee to the chest. Jason throws a fist into Joe's face and picks him up, hitting a vertical suplex. Jason goes for an elbow drop, but Joe rolls out of the way, causing Jason to hit the canvas. Joe gets to his feet quickly and dropkicks Jason into the ropes. Jason bounces off and hits a strong clothesline to Joe. Jason connects with the elbow drop this time around, and keeps it on Joe's chest to pin.

1!

2!

Joe kicks out.

Phil Brooks: High impact and high action thus far in this one. You've got to like the way The Classics work together.

Jason picks Joe off the ground, but Joe slaps his arms away and shoves Jason into the ropes again. Jason tries for another clothesline, but Joe ducks under it, and as Jason bounces off the other ropes, Joe wraps his legs around Jason's left leg for a drop toe-hold. Joe goes right into an STF, but Jason's close enough to grab the ropes. Joe lets go before the ref counts to four. Joe walks over to his corner and finally tags Nova in. Nova walks over to Jason as he gets to his feet and picks him up for a backbreaker. Jason is able to struggle out before the move is hit, however, and instead delivers a Russian Leg Sweep to Nova. Jason drags Nova to his corner, tagging in Victor. Both members of the Classics kick at the face of Nova, then deliver a double knee drop before Jason goes to the apron. Victor goes for the pin.

1!

2!

Nova kicks out. Victor picks him up and tries for a brainbuster, but Nova falls back to the ground, and picks Victor up instead, hitting the GWC's Best Suplex. Nova gets to his feet and tags Joe in. Rather than going inside the ring, Joe positions himself on the apron in front of Victor. Eddie Peral tries to pull Joe off, but Joe kicks Eddie off as Victor gets to his feet. Joe springboards off, wraps his legs around Victor for a hurracanrana...Victor counters with a powerbomb! Victor grabs Joe's left arm and locks it into a Fujiwara armbar. Joe struggles to the ropes, doing his best to break the hold. Fifteen seconds into it, Joe wraps his pinky around the rope, and the ref counts. Victor breaks the hold at four, then drops another knee to Joe's face. Victor goes to pin.

1!

2!

Joe gets his shoulder up. Victor picks Joe up into a suplex and sits him on top of his team's cornerpost, and tags Jason in. Both members of the Classics pick Joe up and hit a double superplex! As Victor goes to the corner, Jason puts Joe in a headlock. A few seconds into it, Joe elbows Jason in the chest and goes to whip him into the ropes, but Jason counters and whips Joe into the opposite ropes. Jason bends over in hopes of a hip toss, but Joe instead rolls over, grabbing Jason's torso in the process, and connects with a sunset flip bomb for the pin.

1!

2!

Jason kicks out, hitting Joe in the jaw with his foot in the process.

Josh Harter: A nearfall there, what a match thus far.

As Joe falls back and grabs his mouth, Jason grabs his leg and puts it into a spinning toe hold. Nova tries to get into the ring, but the ref sees him and tries to get him back in the corner. As that goes on, Victor gets out of his corner and grabs Joe's other leg, slamming it hard into the canvas. As Nova finally goes back to his corner, Victor slides out of the ring, and the ref goes back to Joe. Eventually, Joe uses his other leg to kick Jason off of him. Joe uses the ropes to get himself up, and as he turns to Jason, he's met with a clothesline. Joe gets up quickly, and Jason comes at him with another clothesline. Joe ducks under and grabs Jason by the arm to spin him around. Joe lifts his leg up for a kick, but Jason grabs it. Joe hobbles for a second, then hops up and hits an enziguri to Jason's head! Joe hooks the leg for the pin.

1!

2!

Jason gets his shoulder up. Joe runs to the ropes in hopes of a Lionsault, but Jason gets his knees up, hitting Joe in the stomach as he comes down for landing. Jason gets up and tags Victor in. who picks Joe up and connects with a gutwrench suplex. Rather than follow up with a pin, Victor climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stalls for a second. Victor leaps off for a high knee drop...Joe rolls out of the way! Victor grabs his knee in sheer pain as Joe tries to get back on his knees.

Josh Harter: Damn, he was going great too!

Phil Brooks: A little momentum switch there for Ragnal and Nova.

Joe soon gets to his feet, and picks Victor up. Joe whips him into the ropes, and hits with a dropkick. Victor stumbles back into the ropes, falling through the middle and top rope. His feet bounce off the top rope, which flips him back into the ring. Victor runs back to Joe, and hits with a LES KELLET LARIAT! Victor goes to pin!

1!

2!

NO! Joe kicks out. Victor hangs his head in disbelief, and tries for one last attempt. He picks Joe up for a brainbuster, but Joe slides out behind him. Joe jumps up, brings his knees into Victor's shoulder blades, and falls back for a LUNGBLOWER!

Phil Brooks: A huge turn of events, Ragnal needs to make a tag!

Both men are now on the ground as the ref begins the ten count. After he counts three, both men start to crawl towards their corners. By six, Victor tags in Jason. Joe reaches and tags in Nova. Nova charges and clotheslines Jason. Nova punches Victor, causing him to fall to the outside. Jason get up and Nova clotheslines him again. Nova then heads over to his own corner and tags in the beaten up Joe Ragnal.

Phil Brooks: Kind of a strange strategy, Ragnal just tagged out!

Nova then brings Joe into the ring with a hip toss. He then hits his own partner with GWC's Best Suplex. Nova drags Jason Lane on top of Ragnal for the cover.

1!

2!

3!

Michelle Madison: Here are your winners, The Classics!

Josh Harter: Oh I like this Nova guy, he's got his own plans and isn't making adjustments for anyone else.

Phil Brooks: Yes, but was costing yourself a victory worth making a point?

Vangelis' "Conquest of Paradise" hits the speakers as The Classics have their arms raised in victory, while the crowd booes loudly at both them, and Nova.

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Miguel Sanchez & Thunder Segment

Josh Harter: Let's forget about all that for one second and focus on Tim Ryan in the back with GWC World Champ, Miguel Sanchez! Tim...

Tim Ryan: Thanks Josh. I am now standing by...

Miguel Sanchez: Tim Ryan, you don't need to introduce me. I am a man who needs no introduction. This big gold belt on my shoulder speaks for itself. I am the GWC World Heavyweight Champion, damn it! These people already know my name. Sadly enough, even with your name still being mentioned, TWICE, these people still look into the sky, dazed and confused. Basically, what I'm saying is that I am now the face that is on every t-shirt, every magazine and every poster that represents GWC. I am the object of envy to many.

You know, there was once some person that I know holds great envy towards me. His name is...

Thunder then walks up to the set and stands on Tim Ryan's other side.

Thunder: Now, I don't mean to cut you off, Champ, but if you were thinking of putting my name out there, I got some news for ya. I don't envy you one bit. I have more money and....

Miguel Sanchez: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down, Richie Rich. I'm not talking about you. I am talking about that prick, David Alastair. Attacking me from behind and what not. And when that was happening, you were getting your ass handed to you by Reckless Jack!

Thunder: You clearly weren't seeing the same fight I was!

Miguel Sanchez: What?! You know nothing!

Thunder: I know that I kicked your ass up and down the PWA!

Miguel Sanchez: Like any of those matches even mattered! You are forgetting one thing, bub!

Thunder: And, what's that?!

Miguel Sanchez: This big gold belt on my shoulder! Something that you will never beat me for!

Thunder: And you know what? You are forgetting something aswell?

Miguel Sanchez: And what's that?

Thunder: THIS!

Thunder hits Miguel with a hard right hand that sends the World Champ to the floor.

Thunder: That I'm always one dollar ahead of the opposition!

[Danny Vice]

Red Solomon v. Alaric Griffon

Michelle Madison: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...making his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario...Alaric Griffon.

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.

Phil Brooks: And this Canadian crowd is very pro-Griffon here tonight. It must be nice being back in his home country.

Michelle Madison: And his opponent...

The Lady hurries down the ramp and slides into the ring. She takes the microphone from Madison to announce her wrestler.

The Lady: From Singapore City, the true martial arts expert and deserving champion of this coalition...Red Solomon!

"Young Grow Old" by Creed hits the speakers. 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 and gives Griffon a martial arts salute.

The bell rings, and Red Solomon and Alaric Griffon lock up. Griffon get the advantage, moving into a waist lock position behind Solomon. Red Solomon Reverses the hold, getting a waistlock around Griffon.

Phil Brooks: Excellent technical wrestling shown by both men here.

Solomon pushes Griffon forward, sending him into the ropes. Solomon rushes to the opposite side of the ring, using the ropes to give him extra momentum. Both wrestlers come off flying off the ropes, hitting each other with a double-flying clothesline.

Josh Harter: Ouch! That’s gotta smart!

Phil Brooks: No kidding Josh. Both men quickly back to their feet, still looking fresh.

Both men pop back to their feet, staring each other down. Red Solomon tries for a standing straight kick, which Griffon ducks, clotheslining Solomon to the mat. Picking Red up off the mat, Griffon hits Red with successive straight arm chops, pushing Solomon into the ring corner.

Phil Brooks: What’s Griffon trying here Josh.

Josh Harter: My guess would be something stupid Phil.

Griffon attempts a running shoulder block into the corner, but Red moves out the way, and Griffon crashes into the ringpost, shoulder first.

Josh Harter: And… I was right. Totally stupid move.

Phil Brooks: And Red Solomon quickly on the offensive her folks.

Solomon immediately goes on the attack hitting a superkick to Griffon’s chest as Griffon comes out of the corner. Griffon falls to the floor, and Red Solomon jumps, spinning as he hits a leg drop on Griffon.

Phil Brooks: Solomon’s extensive martial arts repertoire showing through here tonight.

Josh Harter: He better. Solomon is my own only hope of taking the title off of Alastair.

Phil Brooks: What about Griffon Josh. He and David Alastair will be in action here next week.

Josh Harter: Please, Griffon and Alastair are equally annoying. At least Solomon is tough.

Picking Griffon off the mat, he throws Alaric into the ropes, hitting a spinning heel kick on Griffon as he comes out of the corner. As Griffon falls to the mat, Solomon rushes to the ropes, leaping off them and hitting Griffon with his patented Leaping Tiger Moonsault.

Phil Brooks: Leaping Tiger! A devastating move by Solomon.

Josh Harter: As I said Phil, tough.

Red Solomon attempts to hit a second Leaping Tiger on Griffon, but this time Griffon gets his knees up at the last second, his knees going into Solomon’s stomach.

Phil Brooks: Solomon going to the well once too often there, and it cost him. Both men climbing to their feet now.

Both men are slow to rise, Solomon attempting a roundhouse kick to Griffon’s head. Griffon ducks, catching Solomon’s leg and turning the kick into a dragon screw takedown. With Solomon down on the ground, Griffon leaps onto the second rope, hitting Solomon with a corkscrew guillotine leg drop. Leaping to his feet, Griffon hits a standing moonsault on Solomon.

Phil Brooks: For all the hardcore fighting we saw out of Griffon at Alpha, Griffon showing he can hold his own in an actual wrestling match.

Josh Harter: Please, Griffon can’t hold a candle to Solomon.

Climbing the Top, Griffon attempts to hit the “Master and Margarita” on Red Solomon, who moves out of the way, sending Griffon crashing hard into the mat.

Phil Brooks: Griffon went down hard folks. He’s clutching his elbow, trying to shake off the pain of the impact on the canvas.

Josh Harter: Now’s your chance Red! Give ‘em the Teeth of the Dragon! Show ‘em who’s boss.

Phil Brooks: You seem awfully found of Solomon here tonight Josh, more so than usual.

Josh Harter: Please, it’s all matter of degrees. I prefer someone of Red Solomon moral flexibility over the a good-two shoes like Griffon any day.

Solomon moves in and hits several strikes to the head and ribs of Griffon. He whips Griffon into the ropes and hits a reverse elbow, driving Griffon to the mat. Quick cover.

1...

2...

Kickout by Griffon. Solomon strikes griffon with a forearm to the had and covers again.

1...

2...

Again Griffon kicks out. Lady screams to Solomon from the outside as he pulls Griffon to his feet while holding him in an arm bar. Sarah Aspen is getting the crowd behing Griffon as they begin to get to their feet. Griffon reverses the arm bar into a cross-faced chickenwing, but Solomon somehow bridges out of it and puts Griffon back into an armbar.

Phil Brooks: Great technical wrestling from these two comeptitors.

Griffon lifts Solomon in the air and hits The Myth exploder suplex. The manuever nearly pulled Griffon's arm off, but the risk was worth it as Solomon is down. Griffon crawls over and locks in Cattle Mutilation, Solomon is trapped in the center of the ring.

Josh Harter: Dammit! He's got nowhere to go!

Phil Brooks: And that's it, Solomon has tapped out in the center of the ring. What a momentum builder for Griffon heading into his title match next week.

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner, ALARRRRRIC GRIFFFFOOOOON!

"Tip The Scales" hits the speakers as Griffon's good arm is raised by the referee. He rolls out of the ring with Sarah and heads to the back, nursing his injured arm. Lady climbs into the ring to aid to Solomon as well.

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Cool Dad segment

(The scene is a house in Louisville, Ky. Cool Dad sits on a couch holding his wife Sara and a picture.)

Cool Dad: Folks, I come to you at the worst of times. You see, my student Pat O Connor, former WWE United States Champion and also known on the independent scene as "Sweet & Delicious", passed recently from a motorcycle accident. So I'm already not in the best of moods. Now, some death-wishing fool named Mike Sullivan wants to fight me at GWC's Unholy Coronation.

(Cool Dad looks at his wife.)

Baby, would you go in the other room?

(Cool Dad stares menacingly at the camera)

Listen here you stupid little punk; you wanna talk bad about me, fine. But don't bring Pat's name into this! As Pat and my family who is no longer with us also God as witness, I will take you apart! Piece by piece, I will rip away your f*ck**g sanity until the pain you feel makes you surrender your will.

(Cool Dad gets a sick smile on his face.)

But I won't stop there. Oh no, that's where the fun will begin. I may not have quite the body of an Icon anymore like I did when in my 20s. I do however have 16 years of violent punishment against my opponents who just like you thought it was a good idea to cross me!

(Cool Dad looks at the picture)

Cool Dad: So young, and had so very much potential to excel to the pinnacle of this business. This match is for you.

(Cool Dad looks back at the camera)

So I accept your challenge, but with two conditions: no Ms. Adkins, and this match....shall be.....a f*ck**g hardcore f*ck**g match. The real Icon....has spoken.

(Cool Dad slams the picture down and walks off as the scene ends)

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Reckless Jack v. Ryder

Michelle Madison: The following contest is scheduled for one fall....introducing first....RYDER!

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

Michelle Madison: And his opponent....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 and awaits the bell.

Phil Brooks: Here we go, Ryder and Reckless Jack. Reckless Jack swore revenge tonight for the damage he's suffered on Assault and Mayhem from that masked man.

Josh Harter: I hope Ryder takes is head off just like those chairshots have done the past few weeks.

Phil Brooks: Ryder claims that wasn't him.

Josh Harter: Oh it was Ryder, he's vicious and mean. I love it.

The bell rings and the two men lock up in the center. Reckless Jack gains the advantage early and hits a knee to the sternum, followed by a stalling suplex, driving Ryder into the mat. Jack again on the offensive, powering the smaller Ryder into the corner before irish whipping him across the ring. Jack follows with a leaping calf kick as Ryder stumbles out of the corner before falling to the mat.

Phil Brooks: Complete domination from Jack thus far, and it looks like it's time for him to fly.

Jack climbs the turnbuckle and screams out before leaping in the air and hitting a shooting star elbow across the chest of Ryder. He hooks the leg for the cover.

1...........

2..........

Kickout by Ryder!

Phil Brooks: Nearfall for Jack early in this one. Not a good sign for Ryder.

Josh Harter: No need to worry, he's just letting Jack get cocky, then striking like a snake. That is Ryder.

Phil Brooks: You sound like him.

Josh Harter: Thanks!

Jack pulls Ryder to his feet, but Ryder pokes him in the eye and drops Jack with a knife edge chop. Ryder hits the ropes and hits a springboard legdrop across the throat of Jack. Hooks the leg for a cover.

1........

Shoulder up for Jack. Ryder hits Jack while he's on the mat with two elbow strikes to the head.

Josh Harter: Just as I said, it only takes seconds for Ryder to take control.

Ryder pulls Jack to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Ducks for a back body, but Jack hooks his arms around the top rope then follows up with a sunsetflip into a cover.

1........

2........

Phil Brooks: Ryder kicks out. A second nearfall for Jack.

Jack is first to his feet and kicks Ryder in the gut, then hits a gutwrench suplex on Ryder. Right on cue, out of the crowd comes the masked man, chair in hand, this time with in all red and a black luchador mask. He swings the chair at Jack, but Jack ducks it as if he has eyes in the back of his head. Jack dropkicks the chair into the masked man's face, knocking him down. The crowd cheers wildly.

Crowd: Reck-less! Reck-less! Reck-less!

Phil Brooks: This crowd is just as amped up as Reckless Jack to find out who is behind these attacks!

Josh Harter: I guess I was wrong about it being Ryder.

Reckless Jack throws the masked man on his shoulders to set him up for To The Threshold. As he turns to deliver, he's caught by a superkick from Ryder.

Josh Harter: Ha! He forgot that he had such a dangerous opponent in there with him. A foolish mistake by a terrible terrible wrestler.

Phil Brooks: Yes of course, this match was entirely fair!

Josh Harter: The referee never called for the bell! The masked man never struck Jack! And the assailant just bowed! Is that Red Solomon under there? It looked like some kind of Muy Thai bow!?!?

Ryder climbs the turnbuckle and hits a moonsault off the top rope as the masked assailant runs back out through the crowd. Ryder hooks the leg for the cover.

1........

2........

3!

Michelle Madison: Here is your winner.........RRRRRyder!

Josh Harter: Yes!

Phil Brooks: Bollocks! Give an assist to that good-for-nothing coward!

"Kingdom Come" hits the speakers as the referee lifts Ryder's arm in the air. He smiles as the crowd booes loudly at the match's finish.

[Danny Vice]

Reckless Jack Segment

We open up to a dark locker room. Hardly any light except for a flickering ceiling light. Reckless Jack comes into view, looks like he is bleeding after another attack by that damned masked man. He is also still in his wrestling attire for the moment.

Reckless Jack: You know, when I joined GWC, this isn't what I expected. I didn't think that a man in a mask would start to attack me like a punk bitch every show. I didn't think that someone would have the balls to piss me off like that.

He puts his hand through his hair. When Jack brings his hand back, there is blood on it.

Reckless Jack: When it comes to shit like this, you could say I have a track record of doing anything in order to protect myself. Let me tell you kids a story. Back in 2005, my son was kidnapped by a priest, a man who claimed he was sent by God to take me off the face of this Earth. When I got him into that ring, I damn near killed him. He damn near killed me but I never gave up in fighting for my life. Last year, my wife was abducted, which at the time pissed me off to no extent. The guy raped her and then forced me to watch the tape. I damn near killed him and he damn neared killed me. But I never gave up in fighting for what I thought was right.

Reckless Jack throws the blood onto the ground.

Reckless Jack: However, those two stories have common ingredients. They both involve a match called Master of Horrors. Quite possibly one of the single most brutal matches ever. You see, this match has glass, it has barbed wire, it has a goddamn barbed wire circus net surrounding the ring. There are no rules, nothing stops the action except for a pinfall. This match has tacks, it has tables, it has chairs, it has anything you can think of to try to become the 'Master of Horrors.' But the whole 'Master of Horrors' thing is just my way of showing you I mean business. I'm quite sure that GWC wouldn't allow such a brutal match this early in their company. They don't want to lose whoever it is behind the mask. However, when I find out who you are "Masked Man," nothing will stop me from dragging you down to that ring.

Jack gets up close to the camera, blood still in his face, which is all we can see.

Reckless Jack: Consider this your one and only warning to come foreward and end this bullshit sneak attack business and show me who you really are. But at Unholy Coronation, I will have you in a match whether it gets booked onto the card or even if I have to hunt your pathetic ass down all night. For now, just keep all this up because when I do get my hands on you, you'll wish you had never fucked with Reckless Jack!

The crowd is cheering as we go back to the announcers table.

Phil Brooks: Whoa, I have never seen that man look so determined before in my life. And I have seen a fair amount of tapes of this Reckless Jack's matches and promos.

Josh Harter: Did you hear what he said?! That idiot will get us a fine from the FCC!

Phil Brooks: In any event, this situation is sure to explode here in the coming weeks.

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Non-Title Match: Chambers goes to Unholy Coronation w/ Victory
Phoenix Chambers v. David Alastair

Michelle Madison: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall...

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.

Michelle Madison: Introducing first, from Nekomi, Japan, weighing in at 246 pounds. He is the Global Wrestling Coalition United States Champion: DAVID ALASTAIR!!!!!

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.

Phil Brooks: This should definately be a great match up. Alastair's finesse in his technical abilities and experience up against Chambers' unpredictable behavior and die hard attitude. I don't like Chambers' methods, hopefully Alastair will teach him a thing or two about the manners of a true champ.

Josh Harter: Please Phil, the only true champ in this match up is Chambers.

"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 Phoenix Chambers to come out...

"Burn" by Throwdown blares through the speakers, but Chambers is nowhere in sight...

Phil Brooks: I don't get it Josh, where's our challenger?

Alastair paces around the ring, waiting for Chambers to arrive, but still nothing.

The music stops and then restarts again, the crowd giving off a mixture of boos and cheers.

Josh Harter: Lets see if the second time will be the charm.

Alastair takes stance, facing the ramp, waiting for Chambers still. Just when he's about to leave stance and pace around again, someone from outside the ring grabs his feet and pulls him out.

Phil Brooks: Chambers came through the crowd, and... and he has a steel chair in hand.

Josh Harter: Haha, a surprise attack by a true champion

With Alastair out of the ring, Chambers winds up and swings the chair, hitting Alastairs back.

Phil Brooks: He just hit Alastair with the chair.

Josh Harter: How's that cold hard steel feeling Davey, hahahaha!!!!

Alastairs on the ground, Chambers winds up again and swings, this time hitting his leg. The ref is hanging over the ropes trying to reason with him, but he will not listen.

Phoenix Chambers: How's that for whining!

Phil Brooks: My god, another one. There's nothing the ref can do. The match hasn't officially started yet.

Chambers places the chair under Alastair's leg and gets up on the Announcer's table.

Josh Harter: Bring the pain to him Chambers!

Chambers jumps of the table and does a knee drop to the back of Alastair's knee.

Phil Brooks: A knee drop! Chambers drove Alastair's knee right into the chair. What is his damage?!?

Chambers rolls himself and Alastair into the ring and the referee calls for the bell.

DING!

Chambers goes for the cover...
1...
2...

Phil Brooks: We've finally started the match and Alastair kicks out! The heart of this young man must be strong to kick out after a beating like that.

Josh Harter: Hey! It was all perfectly legal. The match didn't start, remember? So no DQ, haha!

A smirk creeps across Chambers face as he brings Alastair to his feet. Chambers delivers a knee to the gut, stands him up right once more, and delivers a hard knife-edge chop, straight to the chest.

Crowd: Wooooo!!!

Chambers launches him off the ropes and goes for a lariat. Alastair ducks it and bounces off the other ropes. Alastair comes back with a stiff clothesline. The crowd starts going nuts, cheers of "Alastair!" and "Messiah!" filling the arena.

Phil Brooks: Alastair pulls of a mean clothesline.

Josh Harter: He could've taken somebody's head off with that.

Phil Brooks: It's a little payback for earlier. He has a chance to make it come 10 fold as he goes for the pin...

1...
2.

Phil Brooks: Chambers quickly kicks out.

Alastair brings Chambers to his feet and gives him a swift chop to the chest.

Crowd: Wooo!!!

Alastair applies a front facelock for a vertical suplex. He lifts Chambers but Chambers lands behind him on his feet and pushes Alastair off to the ropes. Alastair springboards off the ropes for a Moonsault press onto Chambers. He covers him...

1...
2...

Chambers kicks out. Alastair gets to his feet, picking up Chambers to his feet as well. He goes for a lariat but Chambers ducks and heads for the ropes. Chambers bounces off and tries to go for a lariat of his own, but Alastair ducks and goes for a dropkick, Chambers grabs hold of the ropes to avoid it.

Alastair starts to get to his feet, but Chambers delivers a swift right and goes for a left but Alastair blocks and delivers a left of his own. Both men begin brawling right in the middle of the ring, exchanging lefts and rights.

Phil Brooks: This is match has officially turned into an all-out brawl! Its going out of control.

Josh Harter: A real slobberknocker, eh JR, er Phil!

Phil Brooks: Sure i.. Wha?

The ref circles around them as both men are still duking it out in the middle of the ring, bodies and mind exhausted. Chambers goes for a hard haymaker, but Alastair catches the hand and applies a quick wristlock. He then tries to pull in Chambers for a clothesline but he ducks and Alastair lays the referee out flat

Phil Brooks: The ref is knocked out!

Josh Harter: What did that poor ref ever do to him!

Phil Brooks: Josh you know damn well that was an accident! Chambers ducked, it couldn't be helped.

Alastair looks down at the ref as he tries to assess what he's done. He turns around to go back to Chambers but Chambers quickly catches him and snaps back for a complete shot. Both men are down on the ground exhausted. Boos fill the arena along with chants of "Chambers Sucks!"

Phil Brooks: Phoenix Snap, Chambers is starting to regain momentum!

Both men are laid out but slowly start to rise, Chambers quicker than Alastair. Chambers gets to his feet and starts to approach Alastair who's beginning to balance himself. Alastair sees Chambers heading for him and heads towards the ropes and delivers a springboard enzuigiri. Cheers start to break out as Alastair heads for the top rope.

Phil Brooks: Alastair is back in the game!

Josh Harter: No! Get up Chambers, I know there's gotta be something in you left!

Alastair, now at the top turnbuckle, stretches out his arms, signalling for the Phoenix Star Press.

Phil Brooks: He's going for that dangerous shooting star press, the Descending Phoenix Star Press! He's risking more to get more. This could be the end!

Alastair leaps into the and rotates and drills Chambers. He hooks the leg for the cover as the referee crawls over for the count...

Phil Brooks: One! Two! Three! No! Someone pulled the referee out of the ring. It's Thunder! Thunder just took away a win from David Alastair!

Josh Harter: Rightfully so, Alastair has been meddling in Thunder's business as of late, so it's time for some payback.

Phil Brooks: Payback? Thunder beat Alastair up without cause on Monday at Mayhem. Alastair doesn't owe him anything!

Thunder laughs on the outside as Alastair looks out at him in shock. Alastair darts out of the ring and chases Thunder up the ramp as the referee crawls back into the ring. The two men go into the backstage area while the referee counts. Phoenix Chambers is still getting to his feet inside.

Phil Brooks: Look at the stage! It's Drake Kencedro! What's he doing here? He's got part of the Mayhem roster with him!

Kencedro appears at the top of the ramp, microphone in hand. Behind him stands T-Money, DJ, BA Monk, JT Stone and Phantom. The referee counts to ten and signals the end of the match to the timekeeper.

Michelle Madison: The winner of this match by count out, PHOENIX CHAMBERS!

Josh Harter: And now Chambers is headed to Unholy Coronation with Red Solomon to face whoever is the champion! Griffon or Alastair!

Phil Brooks: Well Commissioner Vice said not to touch Alastair, and Thunder didn't have to in order to screw him tonight.

Drake Kencedro: Vice! You want to mess with MY show and MY wrestlers? You better expect repercussions for all of your actions. We'll see you at Unholy Coronation.

Kencedro laughs with his goons at the top of the ramp as the credits roll for Assault.

[Danny Vice]

Credits:
Intro - Vice
Emperor/Darkness - Solomon
Masked Segment - Ryder
Classics/Ragnal/Nova - Ragnal
Sanchez/Thunder Segment - Sanchez
Solomon/Griffon - Griffon
Cool Dad segment - Cool Dad
Reckless/Ryder - Vice
Reckless Jack segment - Reckless Jack
Alastar/Chambers - Chambers
Outro - Vice
Endings to matches - Vice

Good work everyone, another good show, Unholy Coronation is looking sweet

[Michael "Thunder" Knight]

Great results, congrats to all the winners. UC really is shaping up to be a great show.

[The Emperor]

That's good, but I'm sad that I lost, I wish that one more weapon be included in play- the cheese grinder, but I'm fine with the RP, now I will be gone to Greece and back before UC, so I hope to be included in UC...

[Joe Ragnal/Chrysta]

Hope everyone liked what they saw in the debut tag match.

And great show from everyone today. Especially liked Reckless Jack's promo.

[lyder]

Loved it, great job. Thanks to all the guys who wrote the card!

[Danny Vice]

See, this is an A brand show

[Migsy]

Great show and you can't spell Assault witout A in it.

[Joe Ragnal/Chrysta]

migsy said:

Great show and you can't spell Assault witout A in it.

Oddly enough, the same goes for MAyhem.

[Pillage]

Yeah, but AssAult has Two A's. I think they win.

[JW McCammon]

Great show looking forward to my debut match next week. The only thing is why is everything centered...just wondering. Still a great show and seems to be a good effort from everyone.

[Danny Vice]

i like the centered look more. i dont really know why, just do.

[JW McCammon]

Oh ok, lol, cool with me...