Post by Xion Zeros on Dec 1, 2011 21:36:24 GMT -5
Note: After the LONG ass hell wait, it's finally here. Special thanks goes out to Darko, Justice, and Melissa for helping with the writing, I REALLY appreciated the help in my time of need. Like I mentioned before, I'm going to need more writers to step up if we're going to keep things going in an orderly fashion.
Those of you who've sent in skits or came to me for feedback/brainstorming storylines, give yourselves a pat on the back and take a bow. I thoroughly enjoyed reading and proofreading this show and I'm anxious to see what's going to come of it in the future. Without further adieu, I hope you enjoy the show. It's expanded into TWO freakin' posts b/c of the length. And you guys wonder how I ended up with CT in my damn wrists... If I didn't like you guys and gals I would even write nowhere as much as this
[shadow=black,left,300]Official GZWA Primetime Theme - : TBA
Recorded Date: November 17, 2011
Air Date: December 1, 2011[/shadow]
- An impressive display of pyro technics fires all over the arena signalling the beginning of Primetime. When the noise dies down, the announcers start.
Professor X: Welcome to another edition of Primetime! I am Xavier "Professor X" Cross. Sitting beside me the "Queen of Extreme" Francine. and beside her......
Francine: ...the most perverted piece of garbage anyone could have the misfortune of meeting, Trey Carter.
The Carter: Hey! Pull back those claws, baby! You know "The Carter" will show you, and all the ladies of GZWA, the best time of their lives.
Francine: Ugh.....
The Carter: Well, tonight is going to be the bomb! We have so much action...
Cutting Carter off in mid-sentence, the theme from Jaws plays over the PA system and out from behind the curtain bounces a jubilant Shark Girl. She is jumping up and down and dancing on the stage.
The Carter: OH SHELL YEAH! What better way to kick off an epic night of action than with the new World Heavyweight Champion! Shark Girl!
Francine: Oh shell no! Not this shellhead again! She's not even champ! She stole the belt while real champions were busy defending it!
The Carter: Oh come on, Franny! Look at the way she strides down the ramp, waving to the fans. She's a born champion!
Professor X: The fact remains that Shark Girl stole the belt. She hasn't earned it yet. Alkertraz had some pretty strong words for Shark Girl earlier this week as well.
Francine: OMG! SHE'S TAKING THE MASK OFF!
Shark Girl had stopped at the bottom of the ramp and was forehead-to-forehead with a young female fan. Shark Girl reaches for the back of her mask with her free hand and pulls it off revealing another mask. Shark Girl then puts the mask on the head of the little girl and hugs her one last time before entering the ring.
The Carter: See Franny? That's a class act from a true champion!
Francine: You just wanna kiss some fin.
The Carter: I have always loved eating sushi....
Inside the ring, Shark Girl is pointing at the belt and then at heself. To a very mixed response, she hoists the belt up in the air for all to see. She rests the belt back on her shoulder and dances like Curryman. Meanwhile, someone at ringside tosses a mocrophone into the ring.
After she's done dancing, Shark Girl picks up the microphone and puts it to her lips to speak. When it looks like she is about to speak, Shark girl decides to jump up and down a little more, clapping and cheering herself on. Shark Girl brings the mic back up to her lips, but this time it is Shark Girl that is interrupted by someone's entrance music.
Here Comes the Boom by Nelly blasts over the PA system to signal the arrival of the co-owner himself, ZX. As he comes through the curtain, ZX is not happy. He strides down the ramp towards the ring, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Shark Girl and the title belt draped over her shoulder. In the ring, Shark Girl's smile quickly fades and she drops the mic to the canvas. She slowly backs away from ZX in fear, shaking her head until she finds herself backed into a corner with ZX in the centre of the ring, picking up the discarded microphone.
Okay, Shark Girl. You've had your fun. Now I need you to give me that belt back so I can give it to it's rightful owner.
Shark Girl violently shakes her head back and forth while clutching the belt desperately to her chest. ZX looks softly at her and takes a small step toward her.
Justice, enough with these games. Give me the belt.
Shark Girl tilts her head awkwardly to one side and scratches the side of her mask in confusion. ZX sighs.
All right, Shark Girl. If you give me that belt, I promise to give you a title match of your very own. How does that sound?
Shark Girl eyes ZX suspiciously. She slowly extends the belt towards ZX. Just as he is about to grab it, Shark Girl pulls it back into a bear hug, shaking her head.
That's not your belt! It's Alkertraz'! Now give me that belt right now!
ZX stands, glaring at Shark Girl. Tears start to form in Shark girls eyes and there's a few "awwes" fromt he croud as she finally surrenders the belt. Just as ZX is about to say more, Shark Girl rolls out of the ring and sulks her way up the ramp.
After watching Shark Girl leave, ZX lifts the mic to speak once more.
Well, since I'm out here anyway, I may as well take care of some other business as well.
Ladies, I know you're in the back anxiously wondering the decision over the controversial ending to the Women's Championship Hell in a Cell match. I'm in a good mood right now so in the interest of fairness, I'll open the floor to the four of you coming down to this ring and enlightening me and the GZWA Universe why you should be our reigning Women's Champion.
Without hesitation, Mei Long, Kat, and Porscha join Xion Zeros in the ring. Looking confused, ZX looks to the girls before speaking into his microphone, "Surely, our former Women's Champion doesn't want to miss out on this..."
The lights go out and then start to flicker. Click Here For Youtube Video Out comes a new and improved Tia Brooks carrying a large black bag and a microphone. She walks down the ramp and into the ring with a pissed off look on her face.
"What, you all didn't expect to see me? Yeah, so what, I so called lost to 3 other Divas. Not 1, or 2, but 3! And I keep hearing everyone say, "Wow, Tia must be pissed?" or "Wonder whats going through the mind of Tia?". No, I am not pissed off, I am disgusted. I was humiliated for the simple fact that I lost to 3 other women in one championship match. I would have been fine if it was one, but 3! I still can't figure this out. So now I am below the rubble because of this. Because 3 refs couldn't make up their minds on who won. I still think this should be settled in a match. Preferably a Fatal Four Way. I think I am due for a rematch since I am former champion. After this mess happened, I've opened up my eyes. I came to realize that I am the best Diva in the world and I have this to prove it."
Tia opens up the large black bag to reveal her EWW Legend's Championship.
"Do you all remember this? That right, I am the only EWW Vixen to have won this championship. This right here is the whole reason why I wanted to venture out of the EWW to see what I can do next. So I decided to come to the GZWA to do exactly that. It took me awhile and some incredible battles, but I did it and I almost could have been the GZWA Women's Champion for a whole year. But this one little title lose, this fluke of a match, isn't going to stop me from getting what is mine. I will become the 2 time Women's Champion. I will prove that I am and always will be the best Diva in the world!"
Tia drops the microphone and holds her EWW Legend's Championship high above her head.
Porscha takes a microphone and walks to the center of the ring, relishing in the fact that the spotlight is on her. It all made sense to her-- none of these girls deserved that tile more than she did. She looked back and gave Tia Brooks the stink-eye, and began her speech.
PORSCHA: Honestly, there is no one more deserving of this title than myself. Before I talk about these other mutts, let me talk about what I have done in my career. This emits a small cheer from some of the fans around the arena, as they're surprised that Porscha isn't going to kickstart into talking smack about everyone else. You see, I was born in Sedona, Arizona and didn't have much. My pathetic cousin Molly was my family's claim to fame-- which is sad if you think about it, because my cousin is a little whore who puts on this show at how she's above everything bad. Girl, I got dirt on you that would make Skanky-Danky Tia Brooks back there blush. The cheers turn into boos almost automatically. It was too good to be true. But back to me-- I decided that I wasn't going to let Molly be the face of my family-- that position was meant for me. So I took advantage of
what I had, and made a huge name for myself, hence why I am gracing you all with my presence here in GZWA. Let's go over some of the achievements I've had, shall we? For starters, I annihilated that skank Amanda when I debuted, making a huge impact. I destroyed Mei Long in a grudge match, and made her look like a Ballerina trying to play Wrestler-- which in all honesty, she is. And probably one of the biggest highlights of my career was chasing my goody-two-shoes cousin Molly Holly-- OUT of GZWA. The crowd boos even louder now, as they don't like the idea of Porscha insulting a pioneer in Women's Wrestling. Porscha takes this all in as cheers, and blows kisses to everyone. I mean, who really wants to see her fat, pudgy ass walk around in this ring. I know that I don't...
Porscha nods her head no, and looks down at her manicured toes. She flares her nose, obviously disgusted at the thought of her dear cousin Molly wrestling. She mouths the words "Nope, not anymore."
PORSCHA: But on to these "other ladies" here, and I use the term lady very lightly, as these girls are terrible influences on the little girls of this generation. Let's start with the former Women's Champion, little Miss Tia Brooks. Porscha takes her sweet time in walking over to the beloved Tia Brooks, and gives her a once-over. Tia is our former champion, as she couldn't keep those manicured claws on her title belt. You see, me along with these other two hussies out did her, and her only claim to the title is that she was the champion before the match started. In all honesty, Tia, you have the weakest argument out of all of us. You're better off just doing something simple, like ring announcing.... But of course, you'd probably mess that up too. Porscha shrugs, and moves on to "Kat", the reborn version of Katie Matthews. Porscha gives her the same once-over,
and goes straight in on the verbal offense. And you-- Oh yes, you-- I've tried so hard to get along with you-- I sat aside and watched as you tried unsuccessfully to get the title out of that whore's hands. And then as soon as I get a chance at the title, you selfishly take it away from me. YOUR only claim to this title is that you made some other random bitch tap out to your fail submission. That doesn't cut it in my eyes, and it for damn sure doesn't cut it in anyone else's eyes. You're so embarrassed with yourself that you have to change your name. It's despicable. Porscha gives a snobby wave to Kat, who stares angrily at the Arizona native. Porscha moves on to Mei Long and starts to laugh straight in her face. Mei Long-- you're just a joke! I don't even get why you're here! I don't even feel like saying why you're such a joke, because I do it for fun all the time! But you know what, I'll just reiterate my opinion. You're a one-trick pony-- no, ponies are too pretty for you. You're a one-trick DONKEY who relies on the same things over and over again to get these fans support. They're MY fans, and they want to see ME as the champion. You already had your shot at a title from earlier on that night, and you blew that as well! You're a lousy excuse for a high-flyer. You're a pig!
Porscha drops the microphone on the ground, right on Mei Long's feet. She steps back to the center of the ring, and takes a long, dramatic bow. She blows kisses to all her adoring fans-- who give her thunderous boos in return.
Xion Zeros picks up the microphone before handing it over to Mei Long. She bows formally to thank him. The crowd applauds loudly for the Beautiful Dragon's efforts at the PPV, nearly besting Genesis for the TV title and narrowly missing the margin at becoming Women's Champion. She sighs lightly as Porscha smiles as she thinks they are cheering for her. Mei Long takes the moment to wait until the crowd settles down before raising the microphone to her lips.
Mei Long: Hey fellow GZWA audience, I stand before you expressing as to why I should be considered the champion.
Ever since I was born I wanted every city, every state, every country to know my name. To have my name flashing on billboards. The fame that many dream of accomplishing. Of course, when you are a kid, not much can be said about future goals, but this age is where you begin to develop a love for something. In my case, I had a love for wrestling. The road may have taken a bumpy start. I thought that women in wrestling wasn't as recognized as men, but once I joined Ground Zero Wrestling Association, I soon discovered that I was wrong.
Being here in GZWA brought the beginning of an interesting journey for me. I may have been a rookie when I debuted, but week after week I chose to dedicate myself into being one of the respected female competitors that brings their all from one match to another. Competing against women, and men, I've been known to bring some “edginess”, and reach greater heights in the ring.
Dedication.....that's what matters doesn't it? In order to achieve greatness, you have to work your ass off as if you love what you do, and can't live without it.
That's why, ladies and gentlemen from all around this country, all around the world, that I am the perfect choice, to be Ground Zero Wrestling Association's Women's Champion!"
The crowd applauds loudly at Mei Long's speech while the other Divas roll their eyes in disgust. Kat, sitting in the corner of the ring, rubs the ropes before using them to pull herself up. She snatches the mic out of Mei Long's hands and rubs the microphone eerily and walks in a circle around the ring as she speaks.
Kat: It's not easy living the life I've had here...A lot of crazy shit has happened to me. I've went from little princessy doll, to psychotic freak, to model champion to what I am now. You might say it's been a bumpy ride for poor little Katherine. But of course you won't, because no one cares, not really. But what the hell, I don't care if you don't, I'm just used to kicking people's teeth in when they deserve it. But of course, this isn't entirely about me.
Kat puts her arms behind her back as she looks over the other divas, shifting her eyebrows at Porscha specifically. She finally pauses in one of the corners and leans back, sitting down.
Kat: Tia, I've made it clear in the past that basically, I don't like you. Your body is weirdly misproportioned and you have an odd face. But one thing I do respect about you is that you're not cheap. You won't just cower out of a fight. Someone challenges you, you kick their ass. I'll give you credit for that alone. Mei Long, I've not had much interaction with you personally, but I will admit that you've got a hell of a fighting spirit. You had to fight for two titles in one night, and one of them against 5 people in a giant cage. That's hard for anyone to do. Porscha, uhm...Nice hair.
Kat bends her head in an eerie manner as she eyes up her competition.
Kat: When it comes to titles though, you are all wrong. Tia, you claim that because there were several victories that you should keep your title. By that logic, the title should have been vacated. Mei, you pinned Chyna for the 3 count fairly so your reason is semi valid. Same applies to you there, Palm Bitch, Florida. You fall on Tia just like I imagine you've fallen on plenty of other MEN. A lucky landing. Me on the other hand? I made Laura Jackson tap out. She gave in, and that right there is the ultimate victory...If you want to disagree with me, then I'm not afraid to settle this right here and now.
Kat spins her neck around in an odd manner and stands up. She crosses her arms and smirks at the divas in front of her, egging them on. Before the Divas take action, Xion Zeros stands in front of them.
ZX: Just as I expected, each of you bring up valid points to the table. Maybe some better than others, but all still valid points nonetheless. Here's what we're going to a do, a Fatal Four Way match, but it won't be tonight. On our next episode of Primetime, this fatal four way will take place whereas we will only have a winner as a result of a pinfall or submission. I don't care how long it takes, but we won't leave the building until we have a new GZWA Women's Champion. Until then ladies, do us all a favor and play nice until the match. That'll be your moment to prove that you deserve to be our next Women's Champion.
With those words, the GZWA owner exits the ring, leaving Tia Brooks, Kat, Mei Long, and Porscha all staring down in the ring before the cameras switch to what's going on backstage.
--------------------------------------------------- - The scene opens up in the locker room where Andre Holmes is sitting on a steel chair in the middle of the whole entire room. His head is tilted down towards the ground, leaning forward with his hair covering his face from the camera lens.
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The sound of heavy breathing is the only thing heard across the room. The lights over him reflect off from "his skin, showing his full apperance. He tilts his head up and brushes his hair behind him to for the camera to get a full view of his face. He has a very cold glare into the camera.
>>> DESTINY SPEAKS <<<
"Ever since I stepped into the GZWA, I've been on a roll. I've defeated many people here that seem to be becoming World Champion like Alkertraz. I've been one of the most highly populated stars here so quickly without a doubt that I could be the Television Champion but am I satisfied? NO! My successes and my wins are not coming into reality and that will no longer happen again! I am sick of losing to little pieces of crap like Joel Hall who has done nothing to prove himself but throw people over the top rope? I defeated Alkertraz on my second match and he's the World Champion?!
"Andre rises from off the chair to walk around in the locker room muttering to himself. He comes infront of the camera lens once again, keeping his breath calm until he gets angry like never before.
"I'm going to tell each and everyone of you in the entire GZWA and each one of you will listen keenly. I'm the best in this business because of my talent and potential that I use up every motherfucking day of my life! I don't care if the World Champion or Television or even the Womens Champion denies it, HELL! I don't even care if Xion Zeros denies it! He can't because when he saw me, he immediately wanted me into the GZWA and yet I do not get the respect I deserve? The only group who understands would be The Fallen and yet we seem like shit!
Its time for a new change here in Ground Zero Wrestling Association. And hell? Maybe when I get the GZWA World Title, I'll fucking keep it for over a year as the longest reigning champion then leave with the title. I will never lose the World Title when I get it, Understand?!"
He continues to walk around with his hands on his waist. He mutters more to himself while shaking his head in utter disappointment. The camera continues to follow his every movement until he picks the chair up and slams it into the mirror causing it to shatter into pieces.
"Its a bunch of bullshit how things go around here. It doesn't matter where people have to fight for what they get, if you can talk the talk and follow the motherfucking guidelines to become one of their puppets than congratulations, you've become a fucking legend here. I'm not gonna roll over and play dead for the idiots who don't see the true talent which is me, I've placed the good guy for all of you dumb assholes which we call Fans and yet that took me nowhere! I've tried to play with the rules and yet I'm not receiving anywhere still, I've even joined up with Amanda Cortez and her group but I seem to be a fucking sideman.
Its time for me to make a new change. I'm not going to be the Mister Goody Goody Two Shoes anymore. Xion Zeros, Alkertraz, Justice, Entourage, Genesis and the whole Divas Division, I am declaring WAR onto every single MOTHERFUCKER in this federation. Each and everyone of you except The Fallen has become my enemies to eradicate. And the bigges enemy, is the fans! I am done with you shit heads.
You all expected me to be the honorable one in the GZWA, Screw the honor, Screw the Fans, Screw Xion Zeros, Screw Justice, SCREW GZWA! From this moment on, GZWA will be under my reign and there's nothing anyone can do about it.
So with this final message I say, FUCK YOU!
Andre lets off a huge middle finger to the camera until he leaves and it goes blank.
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[/li][li]GZWA Television Championship - "King of Controversy" Genesis vs. "Xtreme Fear" Joel Hall (w/ Eddie Hall) - Singles Match
After Joel's entrance, he takes the mic and says something.
"Before we get underway, I would like to say a few things. First of all, you are all a great crowd tonight. At this point on, we are gonna get things underway."
The crowd makes a loud cheer. Joel looks at the stage.
"Genesis, you have no idea who you're defending your title against. We were both lucky to have victories at Final Encounter, but we will see who is luckier tonight, at the GZWA Television title match. So tonight, how about we play a game of "Who Hits The Ground First?"? Won't that be..."
He looks left and right.
"...interesting???"
The crowd starts going wild as the intensity is heating up. Joel puts the mic down and waits for Genesis to come out.
Genesis gives him a sarcastic applause upon his arrival to the ring. Referee Earl Hebner takes the TV Championship from the King of Controversy before holding it overhead to inform the live audience that the title is up for grabs in this match.
Prof. X: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this shall be the first defense for the coveted Television Championship. This title is unlike no other in GZWA. It is defended in EVERY match type that the champion is in. Whether it be a simple Singles match or a tag team match or battle royal, if the champion is pinned/eliminated by another Superstar/Diva that individual shall become the new reigning champion.
Francine: It’s like Xion Zeros said last month, this will be a challenge for any one person to hold onto that title for a long time. Regardless, if anyone can do it, I have my money on Genesis here.
The Carter: What is it that you girls see in Genesis? He’s just like the Sega console of the same name – played out. I got my money on Joel here. He already won the battle royal to earn the opportunity to face the guy, you got to admit he’s got the underdog factor going for him.Francine: Perhaps, you’re onto something. And we don’t know how Joel’s brother is going to play into this match either.
Joel extends his hand out of good sportsmanship to Genesis. He obliges with the request but reels the Xtreme Fear in with a short range lariat to start the match as Referee Earl Hebner rings the bell to start the match. Genesis pulls him from the canvas only to send him down with another lariat as Eddie Hall urges his brother to get up. Genesis delivers a soccerball kick to the mid-section of the Xtreme Fear as he gets up on all fours as Genesis mouths the words, “Tell him to stay down instead…”
With the Xtreme Fear rolling over on his stomach in pain, Genesis applies a single leg Boston Crab. Squirming and kicking him in the face with his free leg, Joel Hall knocks Genesis to the canvas to level the playing field. Hall quickly kips up to his feet and springboards from the ropes with moonsault and hooks Genesis' leg into a cover.
One...
KICK-OUT!!
Genesis powers out of the pin, showing that its going to take a lot more than that to dethrone him as the TV Champion here tonight. Hall was tossed across the ring from Genesis' outburst and is slow to rise back to his feet. Genesis capitalizes on the situation, closing the mark with a Boom... Headshot!! (Punt Kick). Joel Hall quickly counters with a drop toe hold to cause the champion to faceplant into the canvas. Hall doesn't let up on his offensive, following up with a Rising Star (Shooting Star Splash) to the spine of Genesis. The Xtreme Fear perched himself up on the top rope as he plotted his move, watching Genesis pull himself off the canvas and back to a vertical base. Hall takes flight but Genesis grounds him with a toe kick before hooking him into position for the Game Over (Pedigree). Before the game could truly be over, Joel Hall counters with a swinging neckbreaker before climbing up the turnbuckle again and connecting with a successful
Swanton Bomb. Joel Hall covers Genesis as the referee begins to count.
One...
Two...
Thr--NO!!
Joel Hall looks at the referee in disbelief as Eddie Hall couldn't believe it either. Eddie warns Joel that Genesis is waking up while he argued with referee. Joel Hall is slow to react as Genesis greets him with a spinning elbow to the face and Irish whips him into the ropes. Hall reverses the flow, instead sending Genesis into ropes. Genesis hits the brakes immediately and spins back around only for Joel Hall to have a spray of Green Mist ready. Genesis ducks the spray of lethal toxin from the Xtreme Fear's lips, and capitalizes with a series of German Suplexes before ending with a bridging pin after the 4th one in a row.
Unfortunately, the ref can't count since he took the eyeful Green Mist instead. Quickly adapting to the situation, Genesis pulls Hall from the canvas with his arms wrapped around his waist and sends him overhead with a release German Suplex. Eddie Hall pounds the ring apron ferociously to encourage his brother to get up. Genesis feels no sympathy as he lines up and closes the mark with a Boom... Headshot!! (Punt Kick) once more. Again, Hall regains his bearings in time to counter with a drop toe hold -- this time dropping Genesis on the nearby ropes. Eddie Hall assists behind the referee's field of vision with a jawbreaker from ringside. With the King of Controversy disoriented, Joel Hall capitalizes with the Arm Pressure V2 (Tilt-a-whirl Headscissors transitioned to a single arm takedown into a Fujiwara armbar). Genesis resists against the hold and seemingly stops struggling and rolls back to his feet with Hall in tow as he arm drags the Xtreme Fear to
free himself.
Genesis takes a moment to stretch out the tension in his arm, but Joel Hall doesn't give him a moment to breathe, connecting with a low dropkick to bring Genesis down to one knee as he follows up with step-up enzuigiri. Genesis ducks the kick and capitalizes with another Release German Suplex only Hall to land behind him like an agile cat. Joel connects with Pumphandle Slam before Genesis has an opportunity to respond and races up the turnbuckle. The Xtreme Fear dives off with the Xtreme Pain (Corkscrew Back Flip) but Genesis puts his knees up to defend. Joel Hall stands favoring his ribs and Genesis is more than happy to add to that punishment by delivering a kick to the mid-section before lifting him onto his shoulders for the Code of Honor (Modified Dreamer Driver). Eddie Hall stands on the ring apron for support, but Genesis knocks him off with a quick running knee lift before covering the Xtreme Fear.
One...
Two...
Three!!
Prof. X: That was a more than impressive defense by the champion.
The Carter: You gotta give it to Hall though, he could almost taste that damn title. He was close so many times.
Francine: I doubt he's going to let a loss like this get to him. He's clearly stepping his game up.
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The location Is Backstage,Where Jimmy Powell Has Just Finished A Skate Demo Outside the Arena.As He Wipes Sweat From His Brow,He'd Perch himself Upon A Peice Of Backstage Equipment.He Sees The Camera Man And Smiles.
My Thoughts Huh?Ight,I'll Level With Ya.I Think This Is Gonna Be A Great Match.Especially With A Former World Heavyweight Champ Like AJ Bro.This Is Gonna Be Huge,Man,You Know?And I Know That Chris Matthews Can Bring The Pain,He Had My Back At The PPV,Even If It Was A Loss.So,Yea,I've Got My Work Cut Out For Me.But You Know What I'm Gonna Do?I'm Gonna Go Out There,And I'm Gonna Show Them Why I'm Called the Second City Machine Gun.I'm Gonna Welcome Them To Chicago.So Guys,May The Best Man Win Bro.
Hopping Off Of The Equipment Jimmy Would Give The Camera One last Wave Before Heading To Get Ready For His Match.
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[/li][li]AJ Styles is in his locker room, dressed in his red wrestling tights and matching boots emblazoned with his usual "Phenomenal 1" logo on them. He turns around to face the camera, and it's revealed that he is on his cell phone in the middle of a conversation.
AJ Styles (sarcastically) : Yeah, man, thanks for reminding me.
AJ laughs. The person on the other end can be heard, but the words are inaudible. It remains this way throughout the call.
AJ Styles: Well, like I said before, my losing streak is ending tonight.
The person on the other end can once again be heard, but inaudibly. Whatever was said was enough for AJ though, as he changes his tone and becomes more intense.
AJ Styles: You think I'm concerned about Genesis? He beats me once and thinks that he's done with me. I made it clear to him earlier that I'm not done with him and apparently it got his attention, so we'll just see how focused he can stay on his match against Joel Hall tonight.
AJ sits down on the bench and adjusts the phone so his shoulder holds it to his ear as he puts on his knee pads.
AJ Styles: I heard what he said about me, and he can run his mouth all damn night for all I care. I'm just saying that I gave him one more thing to be thinking about in the back of his mind out there.
AJ finishes with his knee pads and starts with his elbow pads as he continues talking.
AJ Styles: And there's no doubt about it that Genesis and I will cross paths again, and there's no doubt that he knows I can beat him. So, it's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when.
AJ takes a roll of tape out of his duffel bag and starts wrapping his wrist while he listens to the reaction of the person he's on the phone with.
AJ Styles: Tonight? Yeah, I'm good for tonight. Genesis didn't say anything to distract me from my goal. If anything, he should be more focused on Joel Hall tonight, not me, but hey...
AJ takes the tape between his teeth and rips it, before finishing and starting his other wrist.
AJ Styles: Like I said before, Genesis isn't a concern of mine tonight. I'll deal with him another time. Tonight, I've got five other guys to deal with.
AJ rips the tape, and throws the roll back in his bag. He takes the phone from between his shoulder and ear and holds it normally again.
AJ Styles: Listen man, I gotta get going. I'll talk to you later.
AJ hangs up the phone, and puts it in his duffel bag before zipping the bag up and shoving it in a locker. He shuts the door, grabs his jacket and puts it on in preparation of his entrance. He flips the hood over his head, as the scene fades out.
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[/li][li]Superstar Sudden Death Match - Andre "Man of Destiny" Holmes vs. "The Blue-Eye Spider" Chris Matthews vs. Jimmy Powell vs. "The Phenomenal" AJ Styles vs. "Parental Warning" Dean Maddoxxx vs. "Hod Rod" Rodney Brooks (debut)
As we come back to Primetime, the last participant in ths match, the veteran Dean Maddoxxx, is entering the ring. Dean plays to the audience a little before he turns serious and faces the rest of the men in the ring.
The bell sounds but all of the wrestlers eye each other without moving. Each is waiting for someone else to be the first sacrifical lamb. Moment after moment ticks by until suddenly, as if by cue, all 6 men rush at each other in the centre of the ring. Fists and feet are flying with careless abandon. The six men are jostling for a position of control over one another but none seem to be able to get an immediate advantage.
After some time, Dean Maddoxxx shoves AJ Styles back into a corner, hanging AJ against the turnbuckle. Chris Matthews answers with a sickening spinebuster to Andre Holms, laying Andre on the mat near the ropes. Jimmy Powell and Rodney Brooks continue brawling and send themselves sprawling to the arena floor over the top rope.
Back in the ring, Dean is approaching the corner to capitlaize on the stunned AJ, when AJ hops on the second turnbuckle and leaps over "The Parental Warning", rolling him up in a Sunset Flip pin!
1......
2........
Rodney sees the pin attempt as he is standing up on the outside. He quickly slides into the ring underneath the ropes and pushes Dean over, lifting his shoulders from the mat and stoppping the count. The Hot Rod starts stomping on AJ as Jimmy re-enters the ring and stomps on AJ as well. Dean crawls away on all fours, shaking the cobwebs out. He stands on his feet and walks toward Chris Matthews and Andre Holms as Andre has turned the tables on Chris with a Spike DDT. Sneaking up behind Andre while he gets back to his feet, Dean slaps Andre with a rear naked choke from behind. The referee rushes over to check on Andre but Chris breaks the hold before the referee can get there.
Meanwhile, Jimmy and Rodney had turned their attentions from the grounded AJ to each other, giving the "Phenomenal One" an unintentional breather. While Jimmy and Rodney are exchanging roundhouse rights and lefts, AJ quietly ascends the turnbuckle. While Chris is setting up for a Gutbuster, AJ leaps high off the top turnbuckle, giving both men a Flying Cross Body Block sending everyone crashing to the ground. AJ's momentum proves to be too much however and both Jimmy and Rodney roll over on top of AJ for a pin attempt. The referee sees this and starts his count.
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Dean comes flying out of nowhere to break the pin! Jimmy rolls off of AJ while Dean drags Chris by his armpits to Chris's feet. Dean then whips Chris to the ropes but Chris hangs on. In retaliation, Dean runs at Chris and clotheline's Chris over the top rope to the floor while Dean's own momentum takes him over as well.
Back in the ring, Jimmy, Rodney and Andre are fighting over who will get to pin the down-and-out AJ. Andre unceremoniously dumps Rodney to the floor with a whip over the ropes. Jimmy dropkicks Andre from behind to follow Rodney. Jimmy watches the two men outside the ring for a moment and then runs at the turnbuckle. Without missing a beat, he runs up the turnbuckles and does a flying cross body on the rising Andre and Rodney. AJ is slowly rising to his feet and looks around. He then runs against the ropes near Dean and Chris rebounding full tilt towards the other side of the ring. When he nears the ropes, AJ jumps to the top rope and performs a Plancha Suicida on the three men fighting there.
Over on the other side of the ring, Dean is setting up Chris but Chris nails Dean in the face with green mist. Dean stumbles back and leans against the announcer's table while Chris slides back into the ring. Realizing that there's no one left in the ring, Chris climbs back to the floor, grabs Dean by the hair on the back of his head and rolls him back into the ring. Chris follows Dean into the ring and quickly pins him.
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2.......
KICK-OUT!
A frustrated Chris Matthews pin Dean again.
1.......
2...
KICK-OUT!
Yelling at referee Jimmy Korderas, Chris tries again.
1......
KICK-OUT!
Chris gets up and gets in Korderas' face. During all of this, Rodney had slipped into the ring and was painfully getting to his feet. Sneaking up behind Chris, Rodney quickly spins Chris to face him and hits The Torque on the unsuspecting Mr. Matthews. Rodney pushes Chris over on his back, hooks the leg and nods his head with every count.
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The camera pulls out to reveal both AJ Styles and Jimmy Powell standing on the two turnbuckles on the side of the ring closest to the ramp. In unison, both men jump off with Jimmy performing a moonsault and AJ doing a suicide body splash. Both men land on the unsuspecting Rodney and Chris while Dean is on the outside, cleaning the green goo from his eyes. Not one to miss an opportunity, Andre Holmes comes out of nowhere and pins the decimated Chris Matthews.
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On the outside, Dean has cleaned enough of the mist from his eyes to see the pin attempt. Dean yanks Andre to the floor by his ankles.
In the ring, AJ grabs what's left of Rodney and drags him into the corner. AJ steps onto the first turnbuckle and puts Rodney's head between his knees. Looking to the crowd, AJ gives the signal for the Styles Clash. The crowd cheers as AJ steps up to the second ropeand lifts Rodney into position. Suddenly realizing the predicament that he's in, Rodney starts to squirm but it's too late. AJ drops Rodney in the Styles Clash and rolls him up in a pin. Dean dives into the ring to try to break the pin, but Andre stops him and hits the Home of Death on Maddoxxx.
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Jimmy Powell makes the save with a running forearm that sends AJ sprawling to the floor. Chris Matthews groggily rises to his feet and stumbles over to Jimmy. As Jimmy's attention turns to Rodney (who is now stirring) Chris hits his signature pumphandle Michinoku driver on Jimmy. Rodney gets up but is suplexed for his trouble. AJ slides into the ring and spins Chris around only to walk into a Danger Line (leg hook reverse STO). Andre tries to pin Rodney but gets dropkicked for his troubles.
Chris Matthews and Andre Holmes are the only two left standing. They circle each other, both aware how tired each other are and how tired they themselves are. Soon they clinch up, each jostling for an advantage when a step-up enzugiri from Chris sends Andre into the waiting arms of Dean Maddoxxx. Dean sinches another rear naked choke on tight but referee Jimmy Korderas can't see it as AJ is back on his feet and moving towards Chris Matthews.
After trading blows, Chris catches AJ with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. He then drops on top of AJ, grabs the leg and locks in the cradle pin. On the other side of the ring, Andre is tapping out to Dean's rear naked choke but Chris and AJ are inbetween them and referee Jimmy Korderas' view is blocked. He drops down with Chris to count the pinfall.
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Chris' own adrenaline gets the better of him and he pulls too hard on AJ's leg, actually pulling Styles on top of himself!
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3!
AJ rolls onto his back and holds his hand up in victory. Meanwhile, Dean Maddoxxx is protesting loudly.
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[/li][li]Tag Team Match - Divas of Doom ("The Glamazon" Beth Phoenix & "Queen of Harts" Natalya Neidhart) vs. "The Emo Warrior" Jimmy Jacobs & Allison Wonderland
The Divas of Doom stand in their corner with Beth Phoenix beckoning Jimmy Jacobs to start the match with her. He steps down from the ring apron as Allison Wonderland looks at him confused. Beth Phoenix pulls her into the ring instead to start the match before mouthing the words, "You're next!" Pulling Allison off of the canvas by the hair, she breaks free with a jawbreaker to the Glamazon. She then capitalizes with a hair-pull backbreaker while she's disoriented and goes for a cover. One... Two... The Glamazon powers out, tossing Allison across the ring with explosive force. Natalya nods in approval as she claps on the ring apron.
Returning to her feet, Beth Phoenix pulls Allison to her feet as she notices Jimmy Jacobs abandoning Allison Wonderland as he heads up the entrance ramp. Dragging Allison to the corner, Beth tags out to Natalya and quickly chases Jacobs up the entrance ramp. Natayla greets Allison with a suplex to the canvas before working on her lower body with a knee smash. Natalya drags Allison to the middle of the ring before applying her renown Hart family Sharpshooter.
The Glamazon reaches her destination, as she clotheslines Jacobs from behind. The Emo Warrior falls to knees as Beth Phoenix walks slowly to her prey and towers before him. Jacobs springs to his feet, planting a kiss to Beth's lips. She's taken by surprise by this but instantly shoves him away and slaps him to the floor. Jacobs retreats back toward the ring holding his cheek as he begs for forgiveness from the Glamazon. They draw closer to the ring as the Glamazon charges towards Jacobs with a shoulder block but he whips her into the steel steps. Dusting his hands off, he slides into the ring and connects with a Super Kick to the jaw of Natalya. This gives Allison enough leverage to roll up the Queen of Harts into a pin. One.. Two... Thr--NO!! Beth manages to break up the pin by pulling Allison's body from off of Natalya.
The Glamazon then turns to Jacobs, seeing red in her eyes as she's visibly fuming with rage. She tackles him to the canvas with Lou Thesz Press, pounding away at his skull. Pulling him back to his feet, she whips him into the corner before quickly following behind him. Out of desperation, Jacobs counters with a quick back elbow to the Glamazon's face before capitalizing with the Contra Code (Shiranui). The Glamazon counters by tossing the Emo Warrior on the top rope as the guys in the audience all cringe at Jacobs' "lil jimmies" impacting on the unforgiving steel. Beth put Jacobs out of his misery with a Beth Valley Driver (Death Valley Driver) to the canvas.
Back on her feet, Allison springs into the Glamazon with a running dropkick that sends Beth reeling into the corner. Allison leaps up onto the middle rope before jumping backwards with the Glamazon in tow in G Spot(X-Factor). Before Allison could give herself a pat on the back, Natalya strikes from behind with a Bridging German Suplex with her shoulders to canvas.
One...
Two...
Three!!
The Divas of Doom have picked up the win here tonight as Jimmy Jacobs is seen exiting through the crowd as he doesn't want anything else to do with his The Fallen teammate, Allison Wonderland. He leaves her at the mercy of a still angered Beth Phoenix, who delivers a Glam Slam to her as part of their post-match celebration.
The Carter: Talk about being a team player... Poor Allison, I wouldn't dare leave her all alone out there like that.
Francine: Of course, you won't. You're only concerned at your all expenses paid trip to Wonderland in more ways than one.
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[/li][li]As we come back from break, the Primetime cameras find Shark Girl sulking in the back. She is stomping around, hopping up and down, throwing a temper tantrum.
Woah there! A pretty lady like you shouldn't be hopping around like that! Here, let Matty massage away all your troubles.
Matt Morgan walks into view of the camera behind Shark Girl and before she can protest, starts massaging her shoulders. At first, Shark Girl stiffens right up, a look of shock on her face, but it doesn't take long for the attention to get to her and she relaxes.
Tha's much better. Now tell Matty aaaaaallllllll about it.
Shark Girl turns to face Matt with tears in her eyes and she alternate between pointing at herself and motioning at her waist where a belt should be. Matt Morgan chuckles.
You? A champion? You don't really think you have what it takes, now do you? Come with me. I'll show you what a real champion looks like.
Morgan walks towards Shark Girl with one arm out to wrap around her. Shark Girl grabs his wrist and spins around, putting Matt into an armbar. She then puts a foot on his behind and pushes him away. Matt catches himself on a nearby travel case as Shark Girl turns around and kicks dirt on him (ala Victoria) and starts walking away. Matt charges Shark Girl from behind but she spins around and catches him with a drop toe hold, sending Matt crashing into more flight containers.
Shark Girl gets up, ready for a fight but sees that Matt isn't moving. Shark Girl's eyes go wide. She puts her hand behind her back and innocently walks away. After taking a couple of step, Shark Girl bolts out of the arena.
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[/li][li]Proving Their Worth: Singles Match - "Plan B" Skinner Morris vs. "Meta" Mike Bradley
We see both men circling around the ring before locking up. Bradley motions to wrench the arm of Morris, but Skinner takes control early in the match as he whips Bradley towards the ropes. That momentum is seemingly short-lived as Bradley reversed it as he whips him instead. Bradley spits underneath Morris' rebound attack and connects with a Pele Kick on Morris' returning rebound. With Skinner Morris dazed from the blow, Mike Bradley capitalizes with a Deep Arm Drag followed by a Shining Wizard. Showing off, Mike Bradley break dances with a spinaroonie from flat on his back after the blow to the crowd's delight.
The Carter: That's cool and all, now's not the time to be showing off...
Morris quickly hits a running dropkick as Bradley gets to his feet. Skinner picks him up, kneeing him in the mid-section before executing a Butterfly DDT. Bradley counters it by flipping Morris overhead. Quickly turning around, Bradley follows up with a flying elbow shot, only for Morris to evade out of the way at the last moment. Skinner clotheslines Bradley over the top rope and himself in the process as they both go crashing down at ringside. The referee has no choice but to begin the ring out count. By the count of 5, both Superstars slowly getting to their feet and crawl back into the ring.
Back in the ring, Bradley is first to his feet, motioning for Super Kick as Skinner Morris gets up. Morris ducks the blow only to capitalize with a Double Wrist Suplex. Morris goes for an application of the Cloverleaf to the grounded Mike Bradley, but he kicks him away slightly before kipping back up to his feet. Bradley then rolls over the spine of the stunned Skinner Morris and hits the ropes, rebounding with a toe kick and delivering a Scissor Kick. Skinner Morris catches his foot and shakes his finger. Morris now back in control he sets him up for the SKINNERD!(Crotch Chop Taunt to a Vertical Tiger Driver) and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
Thr--NO!!
Bradley somehow managed to kick out of it. As he wonders what's it going to take to put Mike Bradley away, Morris drags Bradley back to his feet and into position for the Flip Piledriver. Skinner executes the maneuver but Bradley lands on the canvas with Skinner Morris at his mercy in a grapevine ankle lock. Skinner Morris shakes his head to and fro as the referee checks for any signs of him submitting as he inches closer and closer to the ring ropes. Skinner's fingers reaches the ropes to force Bradley to break his hold. Skinner catches his breath with Bradley quickly closing the gap between them. Skinner catches Bradley with a Powerslam then takes to the top rope, going airborne with a Diving Moonsault. Unfortunately, Mike Bradley raises his knees to defend and capitalizes with an application of the Boston Strangler (Near Naked Choke with Body Scissors) while Skinner Morris was reeling from the blow. Plan B quickly submits from the pain as Mike Bradley picks up his heavily desired first singles victory here tonight.
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[/li][li]Sensational Mary paces back and forth impatiently while Serena Dent sat leisurely on the couch, reviewing the paperwork for the decision on the Women's Championship dilemma that was decided earlier tonight.
Mary: I grow tired of this. I told Morgan to bring his Jolly Green Giant ass here on time and he can't even get that right!
Serena: Mary, darling, come down. Stress won't do you well. And as about Matt... Well, first of all, he's to meager to even worry ourselves with him. And second... He is an absolute loser. Just look at him. We asked him to do a simple little task and he can't handle it. At this point Morgan is worthless to the group.
Mary: I suppose so, but what about your dear Kitten? Or whatever Katie is calling herself nowadays. I told you that we should have paid for that therapy for her when we had the chance. Nooo, you thought it was cute to have her running loose like a nutcase.
Serena: Mary, you have to agree with me, it does look funny. And her changing gimmicks at every bigger event and flipping off at people? It's hilarious. And what about your Porscha? That girl is just as loony as Kat is. After all, who calls herself "Psycho Bitch"?
Mary: (Laughs) At least she's still granting us with results. She clearly covered Tia Brooks at the PPV. No one can deny that. By the way, nice touch on what you did to Amanda out there. After all of this time pushing papers, I didn't think you still had the ol' wrestling bug in you.
Matt Morgan stumbles into the room, beaten up from Shark Girl earlier. Mary immediately walks over to chew him out. Kneeing him in the groin, Morgan drops to his knees and down to Mary's eye level as she shoves her manicured finger in his face.
Morgan: Mary, I'm sorry that I'm late, but that Shark bimbo jumped me in the parking lot...
Mary: ENOUGH! I'm sick of your bullshit and lack of anything constructive for this group. I gave you the opportunity of a lifetime within this group. Much better than that studdering gimmick you had with Papa Vince or that whole Crimson ordeal with Dixie the Dumbfuck. I granted wishes in the Entourage and your teammates have delivered. Carnage, Porscha, Beth, and even Natalya are pullilng their weight...
Morgan: Wait a minute, since when did we let Nattie in the club?
Mary: There's no WE in this... Know your place! Serena and I have started this club and we can damn sure continue it however we please. Last time I checked, I didn't need anyone playing second fiddle on my decisions.
Morgan: Mary, look I'm sorry, I won't let you guys down anymore. Just gimme another chance!
Mary: (Sighs loudly before taking a few steps back) I'm sorry too, but there won't be any second chances.
At that moment, Randy Orton runs on camera and delivers a RKO to the kneeling Matt Morgan from out of nowhere.
Randy Orton: Sorry, I'm late but since you needed me to take out some trash... I would be more than happy to asist you ladies in any way whatsoever.
Orton looks at the scum on the floor before kicking Matt Morgan in the head knocking him out with a Punt Kick before looking back at the women. Mary walks over to Morgan's unconscious body and pats him on the cheek while Serena smiles in approval.
Serena: Matt... Darling... You're an absolute and 100% loser. A worthless edition to the group. Or 300lbs or dead weight that is truly to heavy to drag. And Randy, thank you greatly for answering my call and helping us with this gorilla over here.
Mary: (Smiles) I like your credentials, Mr. Orton. I always like someone who has one of those 'hands-on' resumes. If you don't mind, I'm going to hire you on the spot here tonight. Welcome to the Entourage. That is okay with you, right Serena?
Serena: I am more than glad to welcome Mr. Orton into our little group. We do need the strength and the perfect schemes of "The Legend Killer". And well... A little testosterone never hurt nobody.
Standing up from the couch, Serena walked towards Randy as her finger slowly slid down his chiseled chest and abs. After teasing him for a short moment, she moves away from him.
The trio exit the room together before Mary looks back at the cameraman.
Mary: When Mr. Morgan wakes up, do me a favor let him know that he's fired.
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