Post by Xion Zeros on Mar 9, 2012 20:53:27 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]Official GZWA Primetime Theme - : TBA
Recorded Date: March 2, 2012
Air Date: March 9, 2012[/shadow]
- Primetime opens with Mariah shown backstage getting something from the nearby vending machine when Genesis passes by behind her nonchalant. She grabs her soda and strides quickly to catch up with him.
Stopping him in his tracks as she stands in way, she grins, "How's it going Sega Genesis? Off to down the ol' Streets of Rage tonight I see..." Her expression turns serious, "Y'know I didn't have to be nice to you at all, but I did you that favor anyway. I've waited long enough for my payment... (Grinning) It's not too late to buy me something for Valentine's Day, but we both know you're not THAT type of guy and I'm THAT easy..."
Gen. chuckled, as he puts his hands on his hips. Shakes his head at Mariah as he replied:
Genesis - "Oh really? So now, all of a sudden. You know how I operate? You know that I'm not one of those guys who comes along. Baring gifts for women, right? Ya know. Since I've arrived here at GZWA many months ago. You've been giving me the cold shoulder. With that 'hoiler than thou' attitude. Which (laughs). As much as I hate to say this. ESPECIALLY to you. I find that to be a turn on. See, I like a woman who can speak her mind and stand up to me.
Even though... you have some of those qualities about you, Mariah. Your just not quite there yet. Yeah... so I think if you want to impress me. How about you go back to your dressing room. Look in the mirror, and start practicing on how not to fail next time."
Gen. starts to walk off away from Mariah. Taking a couple of steps away from her. Before Mariah grabs him by the arm and responds:
Mariah: "So, that's the best excuse you have? Trying to turn this into a bad boy pick-up line? No, no, my poor little outdated gaming console of yore. This isn't your Final Fantasy... it's that cheap knock-off Phantasy Star. And much like your Caucasian Machismo attitude, no one really cares about that in the least... But you get some kudos for at least trying. Look, we can play this 'game' all night, but we won't get anywhere with it. How about a compromise? You get into the hotseat -- Yeah, get you mind out of the gutter there -- as my next guest on the Hot Spot? That way I get the exclusive rights to being the first person to have a 1 on 1 interview with you while you get more airtime to show what you do best?"
Genesis started to grin from ear to ear. It was obvious. The two weren't seeing eye-to-eye here at all. But the offer given to him was very tempting. "Any publicity is good publicity", as Genesis had learned early on in his career. So why not? Right?
Genesis - Alright... alright! I'll do it! You see, outside of all those LAME video game remarks as it relates to my name. I'll give you credit. You got alot of bark. For such a little chiwawa. Needless to say, your quite the bitch aren't you?.
Fans watching this all unfold from ringside start to laugh. As Genesis finishes his rebuttal to Mariah:
Genesis - "At the end of the day. If I do this favor for you. What's in it for me? What is Mariah's plans for Genesis after all is said & done? Because I think you have an ulterior motive. Other then just approaching me for a simple one-on-one interview."
Genesis said. As he folded his arms. Waiting for a reply.
Mariah: "Oh don't flatter yourself, Genny boy. What's in it for you? Consider yourself lucky that I'm even wasting precious time of my day even talking to you. BUT... who knows, maybe this could lead to our benefits and favors being a bit more PERMANENT... if you get my drift."
She then turns away and walks down the corridor, hands on her hips. As the cameras capture her hips sway sensually as she makes her exit, she smirks with one last remark.
"Until then, keep up the great work. Have your people call my people whenever you're free to do this again..."
Genesis starts to walk off in the opposite direction after that last exchange. Saying to himself. As the camera's continue rollin'.
Genesis - "More 'permanent' eh? We'll see about that. After-all folks. I prefer my women to have less 'junk in the trunk', and 'disease free'. This is gonna be one helluva interview..."
Which gets a nice chuckle from the crowd as Primetime moves on to the opening match of the night.
_______________________________________ - Singles Match - "GZWA's Sexy Delight" Kaitlyn vs. "Quintessential Diva" Trish Stratus -- "One Woman Dynasty" Layla El w/ Vickie Guerrero on commentary
Francine: Before we start the match, we have a most prestigious guest with us. Along with her manager Vickie Guerrero, we would like all of those at home watching and listening to say hello to the One Woman Dynasty, Layla.
The Carter: Not to mention that she is hot.
Prof. X: Layla, like everyone else I'm curious as to why you cost Trish Stratus her match the other week.
Francine: You don't have to answer that.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: It isn't like I was going to answer that anyway. Everywhere I have been, people have asked me why I did it. If I wanted people to know, then I would tell them.
The Carter: Well, answer me this. What are you doing after the show, because there's a space on my bed with your name on it.
"The Cougar" Vickie Guerrero: EXCUSE ME?!
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: What in the hell is wrong with you?
Francine: Don't mind him. His parents dropped him on his head when he was a baby and he hasn't been right since.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: That explains a lot.
Prof. X: Hey, can we simmer down please? The match is about to start.
To begin the match, Kaitlyn seemingly offers a handshake to Trish, but as she reluctantly puts her hand out, Kaitlyn retracts her own hand, scratching her head. Trish laughs with Kaitlyn momentarily before punching her in the nose hard enough to send her off of her feet. Kaitlyn feels her nose for blood, and rises to her feet smirking as she sarcastically congratulates Trish before attempting a fist of her own, only for Trish to dodge it and kick her in the chest. Trish then goes for a dropkick, but Kaitlyn moves and knocks her into the floor.
Prof. X: Kaitlyn with a great counter and Trish is knocked to the mat.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: That's just like Trish. She gets a head full of steam only to burn out.
The Carter: I'd love to burn her out.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: Ugh, Carter you distasteful pig.
Francine: Carter, you're a f*cking idiot.
The Carter: Getting jealous, aren't we ladies? Have no fear. There's enough of me to go around.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: Damn it, can I just kill this guy?
Francine: I ask that question everyday and I always get turned down by management to do so.
Kaitlyn then stomps Trish while she's down and goes for the pin, but only gets a two count. She then rebounds off of the ropes to hit a Leg Drop, but Trish rolls out of the way, causing Kaitlyn to hit the mat. Both Divas rise to their feet with Kaitlyn about to attempt a Reverse Atomic Drop before Trish counters out with a series of elbows. Kaitlyn then grabs Trish's hair, but she is pushed into the ropes. Not giving Kaitlyn time to move, Trish then hits a clothesline while she lies on the ropes, sending both to the outside.
Prof. X: And both ladies spill out to the floor. Whoever gets to their feet first will surely have the advantage.
The Carter: I'll give whoever doesn't some CPR.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: Oh, will you shut up?!
Francine: It's no use, because like I said, his mother dropped him on his head as a baby.
As the two rise to their feet on the outside, they come close to the announce table. Trish begins hitting some European Uppercuts, sending Kaitlyn into the table. She attempts to punch her, but Kaitlyn moves over in front of Layla. Trish goes for a Chick Kick, but Kaitlyn moves out of the way, causing her to hit Layla in the face, sending her chair backwards, leaving the Flawless Diva embarassed. Trish quickly chases after Kaitlyn back into the ring. Kaitlyn charges at Trish for a clothesline, but Trish dodges and then hits the Chick Kick, with Kaitlyn dropping like a sack of potatoes.
Prof. X: Trish inadvertently hits Layla with the Chick Kick.
Francine: What do you mean 'inadvertently'? She went right for Layla. She knew that Kaitlyn was going to move out of the way.
The Carter: Layla looks like she might need CPR.
Francine: Carter...
The Carter: Yeah?
Francine: Shut the f*ck up!
With Kaitlyn down, Trish points up, signalling for the Stratusfaction. As she drags Kaitlyn up in a headlock, she notices Vickie Guerrero on the outside of the ring, which distracts the referee. Trish continues attempting Stratusfaction, but as she jumps, Layla pulls the ropes down, causing her to fall outside of the ring, landing headfirst on the mat. She quickly moves back to the announce table and smirks as the referee notices Trish on the ground and begins the count out. Trish still lying face down in the mat, is unresponsive.
Prof. X: What was that about?
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: When you attack me, you suffer the consequences.
Prof. X: She inadvertently hit you.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: Don't give me that. She went right for me, X.
Francine: See? I told you.
The Carter: Maybe I should help her out.
Francine: You will stay right here!
Kaitlyn goes to the outside and drags Trish back into the ring, and carries the dead weight to hit a Reverse STO, adding insult to injury. She then turns her over for the three count victory.
Prof. X: Unbelievable, the former NXT Rookie Kaitlyn has just managed to defeat the Seven Time Champion, Trish Stratus, with help from Layla of course.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: She attacked me and I defended myself. She deserved it for what she just did.
Francine: I agree. She attacked you without provocation. She deserved what she got.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: At least one of you is intelligent enough to realize that Trish had it coming for attacking me.
Prof. X: What about your attacking her two weeks ago on Primetime?
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: I'm not on trial here and even if I were, I would plead the fifth and you would be how the Americans say S.O.L.
The Carter: Forget S.O.L. Let's try B.D.S.M.
"The One Woman Dynasty" Layla: Shut your mouth before I staple it shut.
Francine: On behalf of my two idiotic broadcast partners, I would like to thank you for your time.1.bp.blogspot.com/-4X_NxSu471U/Tx1rxSjF5GI/AAAAAAAAASo/TlQ978pelAE/s1600/WWE-Duva-Kaitlyn-Beautiful-Fashions- Style.jpg
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[/li][li]Xion Zeros is shown backstage talking to the production crew as a rather familiar face, known as Brooklyn Glamorous, from his past approaches. He ushers the crew away to their duties and turns to face her. Her beauty hasn't faltered a bit over the years but ZX manages to keep his business-like composure.
ZX: "Look, Brooklyn, let's just keep our past behind us okay? I heard what happened to BSW and your former boss HIGHLY recommended you for a job here. I couldn't turn that type of resume away."
Brooklyn: "Wow I mean I was just walking by and you give me a warning. Like what the hell. It seem to me your the one that keeps bringing up the past. Hmm." Brooklyn with a evil smirk step closer and place a single finger on his chest moving it around in tiny circles. "I wonder why that is Z."
ZX gently brushes her hand off of his chest. "I'm not your property anymore Brooklyn. So hands off the merchandise. You didn't have to take the job you know? Now who's still fixated on the past? I figured you never stopped carrying a flame for me."
Brooklyn didn't seem to mind when he brush her hand away. "Please Z, we both know better then that. You will always belong to me because I was your first, in more ways then one. So no matter how much you try to forget that fact from your life you won't." She folded her hands across her ample chest and sigh sweetly. He did have a point but she wasn't going to let him know that. "Not really honey. The only thing I'm fixated on is my future in this company. Like you said 'You saw my resume.' Now proved that I made a good choice by coming here. I want a match."
He smirks at her, "Cute, as always. If Mariah was still on the active roster I'd let you wrestle her for a few kicks, but I'm sure I can cook up a good opponent for you." Looking at her from head to toe, he remembers why he couldn't forget her and perks a brow, "So are we done here with this lovely reunion?"
The way he was acting almost made her laugh but she felt that there was a way to make sure that this match happen for sure. "Good, make sure you do that." Without blinking eye she reached up and kissed him dead center on the mouth in a heated kiss. Then just as quickly she released him, with a wink she strolled away from her new boss and former lover. Brooklyn for the first time in days felt great.
Xion Zeros is left stunned as he watches her walk away. His mind split on hoping for that happening again and the fear that Justice saw what has transpired.
The Carter: Why doesn't any of the good stuff ever happen to me!!
It's not fair!!Francine: I think it's a fair trade off. You ruin your boxers during every Diva-related match anyway...
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[/li][li]Triple Threat Match - "Long Island Iced Z" Zack Ryder (debut; accompanied by Eve Torres) vs. Chris Jericho (debut) vs. CM Punk (debut)
CM Punk and Chris Jericho look disgusted at the shouts of "Woo Woo Woo!!" as Zack Ryder makes his way to the ring, accompanied by the lovely Eve Torres. CM Punk is eagerly cracking his knuckles in anticipation of this pending contest.
Prof. X: Each of this debuting Superstars know that a victory tonight would definitely be the cornerstone of the beginning of their careers here in GZWA. I'm sure each of these individuals are going to do everything in their power to walk away here as the winner.
The Carter: I could care less about who wins, I just want to know who's going home with Eve tonight. Screw Ryder, I can show her a REAL rough ride.
Francine: As always Carter, keep comments like those to yourself. No one needs to know what you're going to do with your blow-up doll tonight.
Prof. X: C'mon, Francine, be nice. I think you and Layla mauled him enough verbally earlier tonight.
Francine: Nah, I think he likes the abuse anyway.
The bell sounds to start the match as both CM Punk and Chris Jericho make an unlikely alliance against Ryder, delivering a double dropkick that sends him over the top rope upon his entry into the ring. CM Punk applauds sarcastically at their 'teamwork' and extends a hand to Jericho out of respect and Jericho slaps the gesture away, answering with a kick to the mid-section before hammering him to the mat with a quick short range shoulder block. Jericho quickly goes for the cover, with Punk powering out. Jericho races back to his feet, only for Punk to send him back down with a quick double leg takedown into a bridging pin. Like Punk before him, Jericho powers out as both Superstars rise to their feet, circling the other around the ring as asset their options.
Zack Ryder makes that decision for them as he inserts himself back into the match with a missile dropkick from the top rope to Punk to take him out of the equation. Jericho picks up the scraps as Ryder returns to his feet, connecting with a running one-handed bulldog to the Long Island Loudmouth. Jericho continues to carry this match's momentum as he tosses the waking Punk onto the nearby ropes, causing Punk to fall awkwardly onto the ring apron. Jericho follows the referee's warning and backs off while he checks to see if Punk is alright and can continue. Ryder takes the opportunity to Irish whip Jericho into the corner and delivers a elbow smash that sends Jericho slumping down to the bottom buckle.
Ryder pumps up the crowd and Eve watching from ringside with shouts of "Woo Woo Woo" as he goes for the Broski Boot, but Punk springboards from the opposite ropes with a flying forearm smash to stop him in his tracks. With Jericho still in the corner, Punk performs an unorthodox maneuver in the form of a cannonball senton to the seated Jericho in the corner. Chants of "CM PUNK! CM PUNK! CM PUNK!" fill the air as Punk signals for the GTS as he stalks an unsuspecting Zack Ryder. Punk lifts Ryder onto his shoulders but he desperately holds onto the nearby ropes, elbowing Punk repeatedly in the head until Ryder manages to escape Punk's grasp. Rebounding from the ropes, Ryder connects with a Rough Ryder (Jumping Leg Lariat) to the disoriented CM Punk and goes for the win as Eve cheers loudly at ringside.
One...
Two...
NO!!
Jericho breaks the pin attempt before the referee's hand is brought down for the final count. Jericho angrily drags Ryder to his feet, delivering a backhand chop to the chest before pulling him into a double underhook position. Jericho then drops Ryder onto his knee with a backbreaker, leaving the Long Island Loudmouth to gasp in pain from the blow as he laid on the canvas. Jericho races to the ropes, anxious to follow up with a Lionsault but CM Punk pulls the ropes down, causing Jericho to fall out of the ring when he goes for the springboard. With Ryder still down, CM Punk takes to the top rope and delivers a Randy Savage-like Diving Elbow Drop. CM Punk signals again for the GTS, and this time the Straight-Edge Superstar hits the maneuver successfully. CM Punk then covers Ryder only for Jericho to drag him out of the ring and shove him into the barricade to steal the win underneath his nose.
One...
Two...
Three!!
Chris Jericho wins in his GZWA Primetime debut here tonight.
Prof. X: One can't argue that the end result doesn't justify the means, but regardless Jericho has won tonight.
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[/li][li]The infamous "Woah Oh" Cody Rhodes is infamous for plays, followed by Metamorphosis by Blue Stahli as the so called "New Legacy of Wrestling makes his way to the ring, complete with microphone, obviously.
Cody: All the females here can look at me like they are now when they can learn to look at themselves in a mirror without it breaking. But if I'm going to go into details about why you people are so ugly it'd take me a week. And I have enough problems keeping my BITCH under control so I'm going to handle this one...problem...at a time...[/color]
Cody's face transitions several times from laughter to a sneer and back again, clearly showing his unbalanced mind as the crowd boo him.
Cody: Oh shut up. I don't have time for this. Onto my main point. For this match, I found out something. The Divas here make Kelly Kelly's hand me down underwear look dry! I can't even count how many hands I had over me during my search for a partner. Hell, this one absolutely disgusting girl with black hair tried to reach into my pants! I felt like I was going to wretch. Then a freaking girl in a shark costume ran past me and tried to bite my damn ear off! What is wrong the females in this company? Can't anyone keep some civilisation around here? Thankfully I managed to find the closest thing to an actual woman in this craphole, even if she isn't my type. Oh and little Kathy? You'll know her very well...[/color]
Cody laughs into the microphone before his expression once more changes to a dark sneer, accompanied by "Booty Bounce" by Dev playing as Porscha comes out, complete with Women's Championship. Kat's eyes go wide with rage as she puts her hands on the ropes.
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[/li][li]Mixed Tag Team Match - AJ Lee & "The Former Blackbird" Kat vs. "Dashing" Cody Rhodes & A Partner of his Choice
The match begins with Porscha and AJ in the ring, with AJ showing some confidence while staring down the Women's Champion. As they are about to lock up, Porscha smirks and tags in Cody. He walks towards AJ, who quickly runs to her corner and tags in Kat, who rolls her eyes as she enters the ring, eyeing up Cody from above. He smirks and lightly pushes her into the ropes, which she responds to by hitting a series of kicks to his knees, followed by European Uppercuts, sending him into the corner.
Cody rubs his face and looks at his hand. He has a look of anger briefly before instantly changing his emotion to laughter. Kat herself smirks, and goes for another kick, but Cody grabs her leg and pushes her to the ground. He drags her by the leg over to his corner and pulls her up. He throws her into the ropes and ties her on them. Cody slaps Kat and smirks as he tags in Porscha, who takes her time entering.
Porscha looks at the tied up Kat, laughing at her, making her even angrier. She kicks Kat in the chest, and proceeds to punch her in the face several times before untying her. Kat drops to the ground, to which Porscha begins to take advantage of her position by locking her in a Boston Crab. Kat screams as she tries to reach the ropes, with Porscha laughing at her pain. On the ropes, AJ pleads for Kat to keep strong while Cody smirking at her fear. Kat barely manages to reach the ropes, to which Porscha reluctantly lets go, but not before drawing the referee to the 4 count.
As Porscha drags Kat back up to her feet, she is hit by a brutal Roundhouse Kick from Kat, who falls back into the ropes from the impact. Just as she is about to get her revenge on Porscha's tormenting of her, Kat is slapped on the back by AJ for the blind tag, which angers her. As AJ moves towards Porscha, who immediately slaps her and hits her with a Foot 2 Face (Roundhouse Kick) of her own, smirking at Kat, who grimaces at her from the corner. Porscha rubs her hands together as she looks at AJ crawling up to her feet.
As AJ is on her knees, Porscha slams her foot full force on her back, sending AJ back into the mat. She then forcefully pulls AJ up in a Full Nelson, while throttling her about violently. Cody asks Porscha to move her in his direction, which she gladly obliges. A sinister smile shines on Cody's face as he sees AJ wincing in pain. She looks him in the eyes and and can be seen crying, to which Porscha responds by splatting her face first into the mat with a Facebuster.
Porscha decides not to go for the pin, instead opting to continue bringing AJ down by rubbing her face into the mat, and standing on her back, putting her arms in the air as though she has already won the match. Cody puts his hand out for her to tag, but as Porscha slams her hand down, he moves it and laughs. Porscha sighs and pulls AJ up, only her to be surprised by a Fameasser from AJ, who crawls as fast as she can to her corner. Porscha grabs her foot and rises back up, but AJ hits an Enzuiguri.
AJ finally gets the tag in to Kat, who jumps into the ring. Porscha prepares to fight her, only for Cody to slap her behind to tag himself in. She looks at him angrily but he roars at her to get to the corner. The two stare down, with Cody looking down at Kat once more. She smirks, while AJ crawls back up to her feet. Kat turns around and points at the stage, telling the referee that someone is interfering, which distracts him long enough for her to strike Cody in his man parts, causing him to flop to the ground like a fish. As the referee turns back and scolds her for lying, she crosses her arms and smirks. "My bad."
Kat drags Cody to her corner and puts her hand out to AJ. AJ looks at her briefly before a smirk slowly comes onto her face. She tags herself in and looks at the crowd for support to beat on Cody. She raises her fist, but she turns and slaps Kat in the face and much to the crowd and even Porcha's surprise, throws her into the ring. As Kat rises to her feet in confusion, AJ kicks her in the chest and hits the Flip-A-Bitch (Sliced Bread #2). She then exits the ring and walks up the ramp to the stage. Cody laughs as he drags Kat up and hits her with The Cross Rhodes for the three count.
Cody walks up the stage, smiling and laughing sinisterly as he looks at AJ. The stare at each other with AJ looking into Cody's eyes and smiling. The two soon embrace with AJ putting her arms on Cody's shoulders and Cody holding her chest. They then kiss passionately, with Kat holding onto the ropes with a look of confusion on her face. They look back at the ring and laugh before leaving, holding hands.
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[/li][li]Singles Match - Anya Petrova vs. Katrina "Cheeka" Mendoza (debut)
Anya's music hits and the crowd goes quiet, some boos as the tall Russian powerhouse begins her slow, mechanical, soldier-like walk to the ring, carrying her trusty rifle. Her eyes remain focused only on the squared-circle as she passes fans, many taunting her. She steps with purpose up the steel steps and carefully steps between the top and middle ropes. She strolls slowly to the center of the ring and looks around, standing tall and emotionless, before turning towards the corner turnbuckle to rest her rifle against it, trading it for a microphone, which she promptly raises to her lips to speak.
"My name is Anya Petrova. I am most dominating female in whole world. My opponent, Katrina Mendoza. Also known as Cheeka, Yuki Suzuki, La Bandida, La Colombiana Mama, this list goes on for very long time. I do not know why one should need many names. I do not care. Miss Mendoza, you will be broken tonight. You do not yourself feel you can damage me. You are weak. You Katr-"
Cheeka's music interrupts Anya's strong voice, and the blonde latina walks quickly from behind the curtain, a mic in her hand. She stands and takes in a few cheers, some from fans who missed her, others from people who were tired of Anya's straight-forward tirade. Finally she signals for her music to stop and she lifts the mic up, shaking her head.
"Aye dios, is this what you're gonna do for every match you have? You haven't done one and a half segments yet in this company and people are already sick of you. That's gotta be some kind of record."
Anya steps forward, her eyes burning holes through Cheeka as she assesses her competition. Cheeka on the other hand grins and looks around at the crowd, which causes the Russian to go on the assault.
"Weakling! You can not even look me in eyes. Pathetic excuse for talent in this country. "Cheeka" I will show you true pain. Your bones will break, your spirit will be crushed. You are nothing."
"Blah blah blah, "I veel break you, Uhmereekan." There, I just summed up your whole thing in five words. I don't care what you say, you already wrote me off. You shouldn't underestimate me, I may not be the most decorated woman in professional wrestling, but I'm known to make problems for people. I'm not gonna give up, Miss Anya"
Cheeka drops her mic and starts power walking to the ring. Anya drops her mic and kicks it out of the ring, backing up and getting ready to fight.
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Cheeka gets in the face of Anya, who slaps her and offers her a free shot. Cheeka decides to take her shot, but Anya grabs her fist and crushes it. As Cheeka reels in pain, she is brutally slammed to the ground by a clothesline. As she struggles to get back up, Anya grabs Cheeka's neck and hits a brutal DDT, slamming Cheeka's head into the mat. She forcibly drags her back up to her feet and throws her into the turnbuckle and shoves her boot in Cheeka's throat, choking her out for the 4 count.
As Cheeka crawls over to the middle of the ring, Anya pulls her up and holds her in a vertical suplex for several seconds before hitting it. She then drags Cheeka up once more and says Dasvidanya as she hits the Jacknife Powerbomb. To make matters worse, she makes Cheeka Beg for the Motherland's Mercy (Crossface). She raises her hand to tap out, but her hand slowly flops to the ground as she slips into unconsciousness. The referee calls for the match to end as Cheeka cannot continue.
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[/li][li]After her heartbreaking and painful loss at the hands of Anya, Cheeka stumbles backstage, tearing up a little as she clutches her back in agony. She makes it to a vending machine and leans against it, frustrated, and she slides to the ground, groaning. Her eyes are clenched shut so she doesn't see the shadow of a person standing in front of her...That person being none-other than a returning Raven. She stood over Cheeka with a big grin across her face holding her gut having just had a laugh at her expense.
"O-M-G, sweetie! How's it feel to have gotten dragged to hell & back? I swear I haven't seen a beating like that since Lesnar's K.O. in his first UFC match...See the resemblance between you two?"
"Raven tries to hold it in, but a big laugh comes out once again. Raven leans up against the wall across from Cheeka not able to hold herself up at this point. Cheeka opens her eyes slightly, even that causing her pain. A few more tears drip out as she gazes up at Raven, too hurt to be mad."
"Gracias...muchas gracias. Rub it in. Don't you have anything better to do than watching me screw up, again? Serio-"
Cheeka turns the wrong way and groans loudly, cancelling her from speaking as the pain shoots up her body. Her eyes close again and she stays quiet for a little while, feeling microscopic as Raven's laughing echos in her mind.
"Oh, no, Hun. Ever since our previous company, watching you screw the hell up has been a fun pastime. The ass beatings from StripBiz, The Edge Servant-No Mind Of My Own-thing, dropping off the face of earth before you had a chance to go for the gold & now your recent little blunders ever since joining GZWA; Glug-Glug-Glug. Brava, bruja, brava!"
Raven begins to appluad Cheeka for her failures still giggling away. Raven's eyes begin to form tears from the laughing, but she wipes them away noticing Cheeka in pain from her match.
"Aww, in pain? It serves you right, heffa. The complete nerve of you going out there with such confidence thinking you were gonna wreck shop. The Big Barda sized bitch crushed you faster than Edge crushed your spirits that one time."
Cheeka quivers with pain and anger, and she forces herself to her feet, attempting to stand up for herself. She can see Raven's enjoyment in this pretty sad spectacle, but she tries to overcome it all, pushing off the vending machine and holding her upper right arm now, but just as she's about to speak, her eyes widen and the color leaves her face. She stumbles backwards and scales the wall, walking alongside it, away from Raven, but more importantly, away from Anya who towers behind her. She scoffs as Cheeka fearfully moves away, then looks down at Raven, speaking softly.
"If you make fun of weak woman, you must be competition, da? Then I shall break you. You will no longer laugh, your tears will be of pain."
Raven turned around to come eye-to-chest with Anya as her 5-11 frame engulfed her shorter 5-6 frame. Raven's smile dropped as she had to back up a taste and look up to view Anya's face.
"Wow.....You're much different in person than you are on TV or in the comics...Figured you'd be greener."
Anya just stares down at the smaller woman, not phased by her smart remark. Besides not really understanding the joke, she really doesn't care. Two matches in her career here so far and both have been pretty much push overs. She sighs and places her hands on her lips, tilting her head as she speaks down to Raven.
"You not make jokes either. Your hair will be red not from artificial color but from your blood. Only I will laugh as I crush your tiny frame with only my hands, and the glory of Mother Russia makes you beg for mercy. You will be but an empty shell of your confident self that stands before me now, but you will not be standing, little girl..."
"Eh, well your hands are big enough to slap down the Good Year Blimp...But this is a no crushing zone, sweetie. & I don't know who the hell you think you are, but I'd like to see you try to put those threats in motion. I'm not your average 'little girl'..."
Raven stepped closer to Anya standing on her tip-toes to somewhat meet her eye-to-eye. From there Raven proceeded to flick Anya's forehead with her middle finger; her nail hitting the middle of Anya's head...
"Try me."
Anya doesn't flinch, but instead her hands launch forward to Raven's hoodie. She grips it tight and lifts the girl about a foot off the ground, driving her backwards into the vending machine, not with much force but enough to get her point across, the emotionless expression on her face noting that she's just displaying her strength.
"I do not have to try, little girl. You are not ready. Prepare yourself, I will not give you chance for redemption. Вы были предупреждены (You have been warned)."
Anya gently places Raven back on her feet and lets go of her hoodie, looking down at her with a slight smirk, having finally found someone with the drive to fight her. Anya turns and walks away leaving Rae slumped on the vending machine. Raven sticks her thumbs in each of her ears, wiggling her fingers, as she blows a raspberry behind Anya's back while the scene fades to black
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[/li][li]A black limousine pulls into the arena, and out steps Los Angeles Angels slugger Albert Pujols, along with his wife and kids. Waiting right there for them is “Meta” Mike Bradley.
Mike: "Phat Albert! What's shakin, man? Welcome to GZWA."
Albert: "Hey Mike, great to be here. Yeah, I was watching more of your stuff on the way here, I gotta say, man, you've got some skills. I can see you becoming World Champion in no time."
Mike: "Hey, I do what I can. And this is your wife, Deidre?"
Albert: "Yup, and these are our children, Isabella, Albert, Jr., Ezra, and Sophia."
They all exchange hellos with Mike.
Mike: "Great to see you all here, by the way, the Red Sox are gonna whoop you guys this year."
Albert: (chuckles) "Hey, we'll see about that. Remind me again how you guys fared in last year's playoffs? Anyway, I know we gotta chat, so.. Deidre, kids, enjoy the show."
Albert gives Deidre a kiss and she and the kids head off with the usher.
Mike: "So here's the deal – I got a match with Dolph Ziggler in a little while, and you're welcome to be in my corner for that as you requested. But after I'm done with him, we gotta get back to the task at hand – The Fallen. You've seen 'em, they're a bunch of weasels, and they've only gotten stronger recently. Now, I can see why they're trying to throw a few obstacles in my way, but they're also trying to make things difficult for the rest of the locker room."
Albert: "What do you mean?"
Mike: "Well, Amanda Cortez tried to recruit me into The Fallen the minute I signed with GZWA in July. I called her out on her crap, and she threw a bitch fit. Then Andre Holmes took a glass pipe to my head after I beat him recently. Plus you got the entire group bickering with the Entourage, and Amanda trying to have a threesome with Alkertraz and Carnage. Clearly they want a stranglehold the likes of which even Triple H never had in WWE."
Albert: "Man, they must really be desperate for attention, or desperate to save their careers."
Mike: "You could say that. Now, I know you said you'd like to help out in the fight against these assclowns and make "The Fallen" an accurate name. But I need to give you the specifics of what I need you to do tonight."
Mike whispers something in Albert's ear. Albert smiles and chuckles.
Mike: "If you're willing to go on board with this, we can send them a message that GZWA won't tolerate their crap any longer. I've got other people I can call, but you're the first one to call me, and I appreciate the support."
Albert: "Hey, no problem, anything to help another up-and-coming star in any sport. But remember, I can't stick around too long, baseball season is starting up."
Mike: "That's fine. Hey, even if GZWA never sees you again, I don't need this all done in one night. Andre tried that, and he failed miserably. Besides, it's more satisfying this way. Now, I gotta get ready for my match. Let's go."
They head off to the locker room.
Francine: I think we can all agree that this plan won't end well...
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Backstage in the GZWA Women's Locker Room, Tia Brooks and her special guest of the night, Malita Conera, do a little catching up.
Tia: "I am so glad that you were able to take some time away from the EWW to visit me Malita, we have so much catching up to do."
Malita: "I'm glad that you invited me to the show, Tia. I know you're pretty bummed out that you're not Women's Champ anymore, but hey you're still a legend in my eyes."
Tia Brooks: "Aww, thanks. If it wasn't for you and my former mentor CM Punk, I wouldn't be the Best Diva in the World. Besides, I am not worried about the Women's Championship at the moment, I have more bigger problems to deal with."
Malita: "What's that?"
Tia: "Oh, you haven't been keeping up? Well, let me keep you up to par. I am having major problems with this chick named Mei Long, who just thinks she can waltz right in the GZWA and try to take my shine. There is no way I am going to let that happen."
Malita looks confused, "Your shine? Tia, I don't mean to be rude but don't you think she's worked just as hard as you did to make a name for yourself here?"
Tia raises her eyebrow and lets out a sarcastic laugh, "Ha, I mean don't get me wrong, the girl isn't bad in the ring, but she is no Tia Brooks. If I'm not mistaken, it is sorta sounding like you are more on her side all of a sudden than mine?"
Malita shakes her head, "Tia, what has happened to you? I thought you joined GZWA set the bar higher for female performers around the world - all while showing respect and honor to others like yourself. I saw the show the past few weeks and I must say you deserved that beating when she fed you to the Glamazon last week. Tia, I'm always going to be on your side - but not when you're this self-centered monster."
Tia puts her hands on her hips and her face turns to a more serious look. "Self-centered huh, don't you know I am the highest bar of the women of this industry today. As a matter of fact!" Tia stops for a moment looking at the ground then turns her attention back to Malita and gives a big slap to Maltia's face. "Yeah, I might have changed, and it is for my own good, but I see that you never will." Tia storms out of the locker room.
Malita slumps on the floor holding her face as she looks back at Tia's exit with disgust. She mumbles, "I hope Mei beats the hell out of you..."
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[/li][li]Divas Tag Team Match - Divas of Doom ("The Glamazon" Beth Phoenix & Natalya Neidhart), "The Beautiful Dragon" Mei Long, and "GZWA's Sexiest Diva" Velvet Sky vs. "Straight-Edge Vixen" Tia Brooks, "The Hellcat" Angelina Love, "The Georgia Peach" Morgan Davis, and "Purple Fury" Ivory
The match begins with Velvet Sky and Angelina Love facing each other. The two stare down briefly, until Angelina tags in Morgan Davis. Filled with cockiness from her previous victory against Velvet, Morgan mocks her by turning around and bending over. Velvet responds by kicking her rear end, sending the Georgia Peach to the corner. Velvet then runs into the corner, splatting Morgan to the lower turnbuckle. She then slowly walks over to Morgan and turns around, teasing giving Morgan her own Lap Dance (Stinkface), but instead turns back around and kicks her in the face.
Velvet smirks as Morgan holds her face. The Georgia Peach then tags in Tia Brooks, who gladly enters the ring. She and Velvet lock up briefly, with Tia winning. She hits Velvet with a Snap Suplex and then locks her in a sleeper hold. Tia trash talks Velvet as she seems to pass out, but she manages to break out of the hold and tags in Mei Long. The two stare down momentarily, trading kicks at each other's legs. Mei wins the kick off making Tia run back to her own corner, tagging in Ivory, who rolls her eyes as she enters the ring.
Mei attempts a kick to Ivory, who catches her leg and pushes her to the ground. She then locks her in a single leg Boston Crab. Mei manages to crawl to the ropes so Ivory breaks the hold. She drags her back into the middle of the ring, but Mei manages to kick her in the chest and crawl back to her feet. She goes for a Roundhouse Kick, but Ivory dodges it and hits a Powerslam. She goes for the pin but only gets a two count. She then pulls Mei back up and locks her in a sleeper hold but Mei manages to break out before it gets locked in and tags in Natalya.
Natalya and Ivory smirk at each other as they pace around the ring. They lock up, matching each other equally. They then get in each other's faces with Ivory attempting a kick, but Natalya catches her foot and laughs as Ivory has a look of fear on her face before having her other leg kicked out from under her. She prepares for a Sharpshooter, but Ivory manages to quickly crawl over to her own corner to Angelina Love, to which Natalya moves over to Velvet Sky to tag her in.
The two look at each other with Angelina dropping to the ground, asking Velvet to pin her to the confusion of everyone else. Velvet reluctantly moves over to Angelina, when the rest of the Divas charge into the ring, with the Divas of Doom charging at Ivory and Morgan Davis while Tia Brooks and Mei Long brawl on the outside. During this time, Velvet manages to remain on Angelina and get the three count and the win for her team.
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[/li][li]Once again, the cameras are following the Showstoppin' Senorita backstage. Mariah shown knocking on Serena Dent's door to her office. She looks around wondering if she is there or at the Entourage dressing rooms.
Serena at that moment was sitting behind her desk, with her laptop right in front of her as she was chatting with someone. As she heard the knock, she didn't even look up from the computer and simply yelled out. "Come in... If you so choose."
Mariah slowly steps in, definitely her first time coming into Serena's office and didn't want to make a bad first impression. "Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but I had two wonderful ideas to run past you."
Seeing that it was Mariah, Serena actually smiled just a tad bit. She always liked her and felt huge respect towards her, so her visit was truly a pleasant one. "Well, you have my full attention."
She sighed of relief, "Well, I can't go into full details, but I'd like your permission to make two Diva related matches tonight for our future shows. One of those ideas will definitely bring the challenge that our good friend Porscha has been craving for."
"Interesting... Now, I do trust that your ideas are worth of my permission. After all, you wouldn't have came here if they weren't good enough. But, I still have to know at least the main points. You do not have to go into details..."
Mariah smiles, "Let's just say I have a solution to Mei and Trish's issues with some of the other Divas who don't know how to play nice, while my other idea will name a new challenger to Porscha's title."
"I am intrigued... Okay, you have my blessing for this master plan. I hope it will turn out amazing." Serena grinned as you could see those devilish sparks in her eyes.
Mariah grins in delight, "Thank you so much, Serena. You won't regret this. And here everyone tries to make you out like such a horrible person."
"Mariah, I'm always this nice. It's just people get on my bad side. And they get what they deserve. Just ask Amanda."
Mariah and Serena share a laugh. Mariah heads towards the door but leaves Serena with a final remark, "I don't believe all of the gossip I hear. I like finding out the truth myself. And think we're going to find out a lot more truths around here soon enough..."
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