Primetime 8-17-12

[Xion Zeros]

[shadow=black,left,300]Official GZWA Primetime Theme - : I Want It All / We Will Rock You [Mash-Up] - Queen (feat. Armageddon)
Recorded Date: August 17, 2012
Air Date: August 26, 2012[/shadow]

• Primetime opens with a very familiar couple arguing...
  
  Genesis: "I don't see what the big deal is. You let your guard down for one second. Then somebody jumps you from behind. I swear woman, do you have any sense at all? Gah!"
  
  Genesis says to Mariah.
  
  Mariah: "Fuck you, asshole. You're not helping at all."
  
  The two were having a heated discussion over Mariah's attacker. The couple is face to face. With Genesis looking MiMi dead in the eye, not holding anything back.
  
  Genesis: "Seriously, if you can't hang with the other women. Maybe you should pack your bags and go home? Where you can really be a star. Barefooted, in the kitchen. Making my meals and doing the laundry. Stuff that a woman of your caliber should be doing. Rather than running around, trying to be a "wrestler". Oh... I'm sorry babe. I mean "DIVA!" After-all, everyone knows that divas can't wrestle. Much less can dream of holding a candle to me. Am I right?
  
  The "King" said proudly, with a shot of cocky, arrogance to his tone of voice & smile. He walks over to his side of the locker. Where he grabs his Television Championship off the top shelf. Drapes the title over his right shoulder. Then walks back over to face Mariah.
  
  Genesis: "It was my mistake to feel sorry for you. I started to think, and act like you. Pathetic! Besides... I've got a reputation to keep up ya know. The reason I have this title is because I don't allow myself to become a victim. See the difference, MiMi? Maybe when you start taking lessons from me, you'll learn to watch your back more often. Besides, the game is simple "sweetheart".
  
  Genesis says with finger quotations.
  
  Mariah narrows her eyes and sighs loudly, knowing that he's half right.
  
  Mariah: I hate it when you try to talk to me like I'm some kind of child, but in this case, you're absolutely right. The other Divas can't hold a candle to you. They don't have the fire that I do. Just you wait, when I find out who had the gall to deal me a sneak attack like a coward, I'm going to return the favor tenfold. They will be taking a trip to the hospital too, but it'll be straight to the morgue.
  
  Genesis: "The world is what you make it. You can either be 'attacked' and become a damsel in distress all the time. Clinging to my arm for guidance, or Xion's in the past. Otherwise, you can dust yourself off. Find the bitch who took you out. Than make an example out of her. Understand?
  
  Mariah rolls her eyes and answers her cell phone, "Hello...? You have the footage? Excellent, I'll be right down to the production booth."
  
  She turns back to Genesis, waving as she exits the locker room. "Don't have too much watching your competition tonight..."
  
  Once Mariah walked out of the room. Genesis stood there... dumbfounded. Shocked, and a bit puzzled.
  
  Genesis: "Well... that went over well. Bout time she listened to me for a change."
  
  The crowd watching all this go down chuckle at the last couple of lines said by Genesis. As we go back to ringside for our first contest of the evening.
  
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• Singles Match - "The Superior God" Double S vs. Damien "Mix" Xavier
  
  Damien Xavier is already down at ringside. Double S' theme music begins to play. After a few minutes. "The Superior God" doesn't show up. The referee has no choice but to start counting Double S out. Eventually, the referee reaches 10 and declares Damien Xavier the victor by forfeit.
  
  
  
  Prof. X: Well that's rather odd. I wonder why Double S didn't show up for his match?
  The Carter: Man, and Xavier looked ready to go too.
  Francine: Prolly baking brownies, or sitting on the royal throne. Who knows what's going through that guy's head...
  
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  Backstage at Primetime we see Angelina Love and Randy Orton walking slowly getting nervously as they get close to their task at hand as they look at one another.They both stop at front of a closed door
  
  Randy:You ready?'
  Angelina:We made it this far...
  
  She says as Randy takes a deep breath before Angelina holds his other hand before Randy felt it as he knocks gently on the door hoping this plan doesn't bite them on the ass as Angelina quickly let's go of his hand before anybody saw
  
  Sitting at her desk, Justice thinks she hears something but it is so faint that she is not entirely sure what she heard. Annoyed, she yells at the air.
  
  Is there anyone there? It is not All Hallow's Eve as I recall.
  
  Randy heard someone inside the room and takes a deep breath before opening the door.Inside the office both Angelina and Randy sees Justice at her desk.Randy closes the door before walking up to the desk
  
  Angelina:I hope were not intruding Justice...but if you have a few minutes we'd like to talk to you about something.
  
  Angelina just blurted out as Randy stares at Justice as he can see why ZX dated her. But now is the time for business. Besides he needs to clear his feelings with Angelina first rather than getting into more trouble with women.
  
  Justice smiles.
  
  I always have time. What may I do for you?
  
  Randy:...The reason why myself and Angelina are here is because we are basically getting tired of being screwed over and over again in every single way.
  
  Angelina:Randy's right. All things seem to be around here is the "odds favorites' winner every week. Nobody seems to care we're veterans in professional wrestling and were being treated like crap
  
  Randy:We had enough of being treated wrong and tired of the baby drama crap between ZX and his many baby mama drama. The spotlight should be around us not him. Which is why we came to you.
  
  He says taking a pause as he takes a deep breath before speaking again.
  
  RandyWe don't want any championship or be in the main event if that's what your wondering... We just want to show everybody how dangerous we are. We want to help you take ZX out....permanently...
  
  He says as both of then look at one another before back at Justice wondering what she thinks.
  
  Justice's eyes go wide in surprise.
  
  This is quite a shock, to be sure. While I do not wish for my mate to be "taken out" as it were, you two are not the only members of the roster to be.... unsatisfied.... with their place in this company. Yet, you are the first to come to me to actually have something done about it.
  
  Justice looks away for a moment. An evil smile creeps across her face as an idea comes to her.
  
  While I do not believe that bollocks about either of you not being interested in titles, I will definitely take this under advisement. I would simply interject you into your respective title matches at the pay-per-view, but the Board has already thought of that and made that impossible.
  
  What I am able to do is guarantee that over the next couple of weeks, I will be thinking long and hard about how best to help out two of the most imprtant members of our roster. My hands are tied until then but the moment that they are not, I wish to light the GZWA world aflame! How does that sound to you?
  
  Both Randy and Angelina listen to what Justice has to say as it sinks in as they both give each other a look as if their mind reading one another before one of them answers her.
  
  Angelina:....It sounds fine with us...We also have one last request...we'd like to align ourselves with you. We want to learn how to be the most fearless leader in this company. We can help you that most people can't if you think about it.
  
  Randy:Angel's right Justice... If you align with us we'd probably be unstoppable in this company. And knowing your 'mate' will have no choice but to surrender his precious company to it's rightful owner.
  
  Angelina:We've taken much of your time already...both myself and Randy have matches tonight...we'll leave you alone now. And hopefully we'll meet again soon.
  
  She says with a sweetly smile before Randy opens the door for Angelina as they walk out of Justice's room leaving her alone.
  
  Justice casually watches Angelina and Randy leave her office. She narrows her eyes and smiles evilly at the door.
  
  That you will, mates. That you most certainly will.
  
  The camera fades with an image of Justice leaning back with her hands behind her head and crossing her ankles on her desk, a rather smug and self-satisfactory look on her face.
  
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• As Tia Brooks heads to her match against Michelle McCool, she is stopped dead in her tracks.
  
  
  
  "Tia I need to have a word with you."
  
  
  
  Malita Conera approaches Tia with a look on her face that showed something was on her mind.
  
  "Well well well, if it isn't my little former pain in the ass Malita. So, what do you need to tell me? Make it quick, I am about to take care of some business that you couldn't a few weeks ago."
  
  Malita shakes her head to the childish comment Tia made.
  
  "Look, I think we need to settle this once and for all between us. I really don't know why things had to be this way, so at Slammiversary we will make THIS come to an end."
  
  Tia smirks and shakes her head.
  
  "Oh Malita, you silly little girl, you dare to challange The Best Diva in the World? Be careful what you wish for. You want an end, well fine, I will make sure I end you in our match at Slammiversary. I think it would be finally time to put you out of your misery anyway looser. Now excuse me darling, my match is up. Take notes."
  
  As Tia walks away, Malita couldn't help but to utter the word "Bitch!". She then quickly cover her mouth and walked away.
  
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• Singles Match - "Flawless" Michelle McCool vs. "Straight-Edge Vixen" Tia Brooks

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After the opening bell, Tia and Michelle stare down, with Michelle shoving Tia and striking a cocky pose. The former Women's Champion responds with a slap, making her own pose back at Michelle. Tia hits a kick to the gut of Michelle, and attempts a Snap DDT, only for her to counter and hit a fierce Big Boot, sending Tia into the mat. She goes for the cover, but only gets a two count.

Michelle chokes Tia in the corner and proceeds to stomp on her and proceeding to drag her up for a sleeper hold. Tia manages to power her way out and hit a Facebuster. She attempts a quick pinfall to no avail, cursing when she does not get the quickie.

Tia then leans Michelle on the ropes, choking her on the ropes by sitting on her back and letting go before the referee can count to five and disqualify her. She drags Michelle back up and attempts to go for a Flip Bottom, only for Michelle to nudge her with an elbow, following up by defending herself with a series of European Uppercuts, only for Tia to hit a brutal Blind Side Kick, knocking Michelle half unconscious. She falls back into the ropes, rebounding into Tia's arms, allowing her to pick Michelle up for The Incredible Aftermath (Reverse GTS), finishing off her opponent.



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[/li][li]King of the Mountain Match for GZWA Television Championship Final Qualifier - First of Fall Fatal 4 Way - "The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels vs. "The Iowan Massacre" Joel Hall vs. "Hot Rod" Rodney Brooks (w/ Calamity Brooks) vs. "Dashing" Cody Rhodes (w/ April Lee) -- Special Guest Commentary: GZWA Television Champion "King of Controversy" Genesis

Genesis is received to a mixed reaction by the live crowd.

Prof. X: Welcome aboard, Genesis. How are you doing tonight, sir?
Genesis: Annoyed.
Prof. X: Annoyed? Why's that?
Genesis: Instead of kicking somebodies ass tonight. I'm stuck out here with you for starters.
Prof. X: Hey!
The Carter: C'mon now, Genesis. Simmer down my brother. You're night in 'fight' mode tonight. Let's all just chill out, relax and call this match.
Genesis: In case you haven't noticed, I don't give a rats ass what any of you think. Sit down, shut up and don't piss me off tonight. Got it!?
The Carter: Alright, alright fine! *sighs*
Francine: This is gonna be a looooong night!

The match starts off with all four Superstars erupting into a brawl at the sound of the bell to start the match. Rodney Brooks whips Cody Rhodes into the corner before impacting into his abdomen with a series of shoulder thrusts. Rhodes slumps down to the bottom buckle as Rodney stomps a mudhole into the Dashing One to April Lee's dismay at ringside. Calamity Brooks cheering for her brother at ringside only adds to the fuel to the fire boiling within April Lee as she pounds on the ring apron ferociously to Rhodes' surprise to urge him on in this match.

Rodney carelessly backs up, seeking to continue his offense on Cody Rhodes with a running face wash into the corner, but a forearm smash to the spine cancels those plans as Daniels drives Rodney into the canvas with a backdrop. Rhodes pulls himself back to a vertical base as he leans onto the corner for support. Joel Hall races past Daniels and uses the downed Rodney as a stepping stone as he delivers a Poetry in Motion on the cornered Cody Rhodes -- or so he thought. Cody Rhodes drops Joel Hall onto the top turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes. With Hall disoriented, Cody leaps from the 2nd rope with a bulldog, impacting Hall's body over the downed Rodney Brooks.

Francine: Tell me, Genesis. What do you think of Cody Rhodes?
Genesis: I don't think much of him quite honestly. Although, I'll admit. I do like his theme song.
Prof. X: Oh really? Huh... that's interesting.
Genesis: *Sings* WOAH! You're only smoke and mirrors. WOAH! You're only smoke and mirrors tonight!
Francine: Hey! Not bad there Genesis *claps*.
Genesis: The reason I like his theme song is because it represents what Cody Rhodes is all about.
Prof. X: So what is Cody Rhodes all about than?
Genesis: "Smoke & Mirrors" numb-nuts. His career is nothing more than a mirage. An illusion of who he, and the rest of the GZWA locker room want to be. Which is me! Pound for pound, I'm the best this company has to offer. Don't believe me? Ask everyone who stepped before and challenged me for my Television Championship.

This leaves Daniels and Cody Rhodes staring down before Rhodes slaps him across the face. Daniels responds with a knife edge chop to chest before Irish whipping him into the ropes, then connecting with a STO in the middle of the ring. Daniels points to the ropes then marches over before executing the BME. Cody Rhodes rolls out of the way at the last second, but the agile Daniels lands on his feet. Rhodes kips up to his feet, capitalizing with a Silver Spoon DDT (Flowing DDT). Rhodes quickly hooks the leg for a pin.

One...
Two...
Th--NO!!

Francine: So what about the others in this contest, Genesis. Tell us about Christopher Daniels. Rumor has it you two had an interesting conversation backstage during his arrival. Any truth to this?
Genesis: To make a long story short. I made him my bitch. Only thing Christopher Daniels has to offer is a lackluster career and a bruised ego. Do I think he's a threat to me? Please! Hell, he could barely handle A.J. Styles. A guy that I single handily made a star out of here in GZWA. Daniels is not a threat to me, nor will he ever be.

Rodney Brooks breaks the pin attempt by dragging Rhodes' body off of Daniels, dragging him to his feet for the One and Only (Cobra Clutch Slam). Daniels pulls himself back to his feet, using the ropes for support as he leans in the corner. Rodney Brooks charges in with the Ground Zero (Charging Spear) to capitalize on the battle worn Daniels, but Daniels answers with Reverse STO onto the turnbuckle. Joel Hall explodes back into this match with a Front Dropkick that sends Daniels back into the corner with Rodney below him. Joel leaps up and tosses Daniels back to the canvas with a Monkey Flip before climbing back up to the top rope and leaping off with a Swanton Bomb to Daniels. Joel Hall quickly hooks the leg.

One...
Two...
Thr---NO!!

Prof. X: Excellent maneuver by Joel Hall.
Genesis: *Claps Sarcastically* Excellent stunt job. Seriously... this kid has no ring psychology. Just another guy with a bunch of flippy-floppity BS. How he ever got a contract in this company, I'll never know. But maybe since Xion has seen the light these days. He'll take my advice and fire this bastard. Besides, I thought we hired professional wrestlers around this place. Not glorified stunt men.

Cody Rhodes breaks the pin with a kick to the back of the Iowan Massacre's head, who quickly rises holding his head. Rhodes executes a Russian Legsweep to add to that head trauma. Calamity Brooks stands on the ring apron, teasing Cody by playing with the zipper in the front of her top as Rodney Brooks stalks his prey in preparation for another Ground Zero. Cody looks interested but scares her off the ring apron as he springboards off with the Beautiful Disaster (Springboard Roundhouse Kick) to the incoming Rodney Brooks. Cody Rhodes races for a pin but Joel Hall greets him with a series of punches. Daniels and Rodney wake up on shakey legs.

Prof. X: Both Daniels & Rodney Brooks are up on spaghetti legs right now. What a contest!
Genesis: *Yawns loudly, and looks down at his watch* When's this going to be over? I really need to go to the back and piss.
Francine: Ugh! Seriously Gen?
Genesis: It's not my fault these guys are BORING the crap outta me. They're all lucky I don't get up from this chair and beat the living hell out of all four of them.
Francine: So than why don't you do it, big guy? Come on! You run your mouth every week. Talking about how this company should revolve around your imaginary world. Why don't you show us what you can do against four men?
Genesis: Trust me, I would... but thankfully for them. Xion has advised me to take it easy tonight. He doesn't want to see his cash cow get injured before Slammiversary. He knows just as well as I do. Without Genesis on the card, you might as well call the whole damn thing off.

Rodney Brooks and Christopher Daniels are exchanging punches on side of the ring while Joel hall, and Cody Rhodes are exchanging punches on the other side. The lights black out for a few seconds...They come back on, and everyone is laid out cold except for Joel Hall and the referee. Hall notices a object standing vertically also in the ring.



There's a prone body laid out cold ready for Hall to pin. He's hesitant at first looking at Double' S Scepter. At this point Joel just says the hell with it. And quickly goes to get the pain. 1...2....black out again. Lights come back on, and Joel Hall is laid out cold, and bleeding from the head. And there's a blood stain on the scepter that is standing where it was before the lights back came on.

Rodney Brooks was placed on top of Hall. The referee has no choice but to make the count.

One...
Two...
Three!!

Prof. X: Looks like Joel Hall is out of the contest at Slammiversary.
Francine: He has no one to thank but Double S. Hey, Genesis, how does it feel to have your boyfriend win your matches for you?
Genesis: What match? Did you see me involved in tonight's contest? Woman... I win my matches by skill and killer instinct alone. Something your sweet ass lacked around ten years ago. Who's calling the shots on commentary and whose still ruling the wrestling universe? Yeah... exactly! I'm doing something you could never dream of doing. Taking over the world without sleeping my way to the top. Does Paul Heyman ring any bells? Ha!
The Carter: I thought Mr. Zeros would come out here and name the replacement for the PPV.
Genesis: Well you thought wrong, jackass.
Prof. X: I don't think so, Carter. Reports from backstage say that Mr. Zeros will name his selection later tonight, as he is still 'scouting' a worthy replacement.
Genesis: The only thing Xion has been scouting lately is an instruction manual for his penis. Seriously, that guy hangs and bangs everything with two legs doesn't he?
Prof. X: *Facepalms* Oh brother...
Francine: ...I think now is a perfect time to go to a break.
Prof. X: Yeah, let's do that. Genesis, it pains me to say this. But thanks for being out here tonight.
Genesis: Yeah, Yeah. Whatever asshole.

Genesis gets up from the commentary table. Throws the headset aside and proceeds to walk to the back.

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[/li][li]Backstage, Mariah appears to be walking to the production booth. While travelling, she happens to walk by Kat, who stops to look at her mentor, avoiding eye contact. "So uh...How you doin?"

Mariah stops and replies, "Other than the stitches in the back of my head and still shaking off that concussion? I'm peachy as pie. Nervous about that main event opportunity?"

Kat rubs her hands awkwardly, putting her knee behind the other, and lying her head down whilst her eyes look up. "Sorry...I'm not as nervous about that I as am right now."

Mariah pets her on the head playfully before adding, "C'mon, I know this is a first for you, so don't let the nerves beat you before the match. I've trained you better than that. Tell me what's got you all shook up?"

Kat lets out an uncharacteristic giggle for a brief moment before her nervous look returns. She slowly pulls her head up to talk, struggling to speak loud enough. "Our last talk didn't go well, then you get hurt bad. I was really scared and felt bad thinking that could have been the last time we spoke. You don't know how good it is to see that you're okay."

Mariah looks surprised, and smiles, "Thanks, Kat. I'm glad I'm alright too. I'm going to find out who did that to me and pay them back tenfold. I didn't think you cared about your old teacher anymore."

Kat slowly walks closer to Mariah, similar to the animal she shares her name with. Continuing to rub her hands uneasily, she looks to the ground. "How could I not care about you? You're the only person I...consider a friend."

Now Mariah is really blown away. She hugs her briefly before continuing, "After all of this pushing me away for last few years, you're finally willing to accept me into your life?"

Kat scratches her head, smiling goofy and looking away as she attempts to speak, stumbling on her words. "Well uh...yeah. I uhm..."

Mariah smirks, "Out with it, Kitty Kat."

Kat continues to struggle speaking, keeping her eyes moving around. "I uhm...Damn it I can't." Ultimately she turns around completely, crossing her arms.

Mariah chuckles and rests her hands on Kat's shoulders to ease her anxiety. "Kat, don't be afraid. Regardless of the treatment you've given me, I've always thought of you as a dear friend."

Kat sighs and quietly mutters to herself, "That's the problem..." Before Mariah can ask what she said, Kat turns around, looking directly at her. She puts her hand on her cheek and sighs, looking back to the ground. "I have a match to prepare for."

Again Mariah looks confused at her friend and former student before heading back down the corridor to the production booth. She looks back one final time, "Good luck, not like you need it."

Kat leans back on the wall hard, slowly sitting down. She puts her hands over her head, muttering to herself once more, "Shit..."

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[/li][li]Singles Match - "The Viciousness" Angelus vs. "Heartbreaker" Lise Starr

Both competitors have entered the ring and as the camera focuses on Lise Starr she is seen with a completely fake smile on her face as she stares across the ring at Angelus. Angelus in turn has an annoyed look on hers as she stares back at her opponent. The two advance towards the center of the ring and the referee calls for the bell. The two lock-up in the center of the ring much to the delight of the audience and both seem to be evenly matched until Angelus sends her knee crashing into Starr's midsection. Angelus quickly hits Starr with a European Uppercut and as Lise Starr staggers backwards she finds herself taken down with a Stiff Clothesline. Lise Starr quickly gains her bearings and rolls out of the way of an oncoming stomp. Angelus goes for another stomp and Starr grabs the leg and whips her to the mat. Lise Starr kips up to her feet and reaches down and grabs the neck of the rising Angelus and takes her up and over with a Snap Suplex. Lise goes for the quick pin which is met with a kick-out at the count of one. Lise grabs the hair and begins to pull Angelus to her feet only to be met with a hard elbow to the midsection. Lise grabs the hair again and is met with another elbow to the midsection that doubles her over. Angelus stands erect and blasts Lise in the chest with a hard Knife Edge chop, the chops continue until Lise is backed up against the ropes. Angelus backs up and takes off running looking to take Lise over the ropes with a clothesline, but Lise quickly drops to the mat while pulling the top rope down and sends Angelus crashing to the floor below. Lise quickly rolls under the bottom rope and pulls Angelus to her feet and whips her back first into the ring.

Lise backs up and with a snarky look rushes forward and kicks Angelus in the stomach like a soccer ball. Lise slowly walks over and grabs Angelus and pulls her to her feet and goes to whip her into the barricade only for Angelus to pull through and send Lise into the barricade with a hard thud buying herself some much needed time to recuperate. As the referee gets to 5 in his 10 count, both women begin rising to their feet and it is Angelus who takes control by slamming Lise's head into the barricade and then sending her head first into the ring post. Angelus grabs the back of Lise's head and tosses her in the ring and slides in under the bottom rope and goes for a cover. Lise kicks out at the count of 2 and Angelus looks at the referee in disbelief and stands up glaring at him and tapping her hand rapidly telling him to quicken his count. Lise grabs the legs and rolls Angelus up in a School girl pin and the surprised Angelus just barely kicks out before the referee's hand slaps the mat for the third and final time. Lise slaps the mat but remains focused as she stands and goes to grab Angelus to lift her from the mat but finds herself pulled into a nasty predicament and she is rolled up into a pin that she manages to escape before the count of three. The crowd cheers at this back and forth match and both ladies slowly rise to their feet never breaking eye contact with one another. Angelus rushes Lise and wraps her arms around her midsection and takes her down with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Angelus quickly wraps her hands around Lise's throat chocking her and the referee begins a five count and Angelus releases the choke hold at the count of four as she casts an angry glare in Lise's direction. Lise clutches her throat and has a look of pain on her face which increases as Angelus grabs a handful of hair and pulls her up to her feet. Angelus quickly positions herself behind Lise going for a German Suplex but Lise reaches up and grabs the neck and tosses her over and onto her butt and runs to the ropes and delivers a Front Dropkick to the back.

Angelus howls with pain and places her hand on her back as she rolls over. Lise looks to quickly end the match and pulls Angelus to her feet looking to hit a quick Starrstruck (Superkick) but Angelus ducks underneath the quick and grabs Lise from behind and plants her with a German Suplex of her own. The crowd buzzes with excitement as Angelus goes for the pin and just mere seconds before the third slap of the mat, Lise Starr manages to get the shoulder up much to the dismay of Angelus. Angelus argues with the referee and Lise takes the opportunity to regroup and rises to her feet and she grabs Angelus and spins her into Spinning Roundhouse Kick. Lise drops to the mat and rolls over into a cover and Angelus kicks out before the count of three. Lise does not look happy as her gaze falls on the referee, she reaches down and grabs Angelus by the hair and pulls her up and blasts her with a forearm shot and then whips her into the turnbuckle. Lise grabs Angelus and position herself on the turnbuckle for a Tornado DDT and Angelus reaches up and grabs Lise's neck and flips her over and sends her spiraling down into the mat. Angelus goes to stand and stumbles back into the turnbuckle and she rests to regain her stamina. Lise rolls around on the mat in pain and rolls over on all fours. Angelus goes for a soccer ball kick of her own but Lise rolls out of the way and rises to her feet. Angelus can't believe she missed and turns around right into a Starrstruck (Superkick) from Lise Starr. Lise covers Angelus and the referee makes the three count giving Lise Starr the victory and ends Angelus' winning streak.



The referee raises Lise Starr's hand in victory and as “Survive" by Sick Puppies begins to play and the referee raises Lise Starr's hand in victory, Angelus sits up and a look of shock and disbelief is her first reaction but that quickly turns into a look of pure rage and Angelus rises to her feet. The crowd is cheering for Lise Starr with a tremendous ovation after her victory until she is blasted in the face with a Big Boot. Angelus drops down on top of the downed Lise Starr and grabs her head and begins driving into the mat repeatedly. Angelus shoves the referee away from her and grabs Lise's face and pulls it up from the mat and after an evil stare and an inaudible sentence drives Lise's face into the mat. Angelus rises to her feet and begins to stomp away at Lise Starr until she reaches her legs and locks her into a Sharpshooter. Lise screams out in pain as Angelus laughs. Other referees rush down from the back and force Angelus to break the hold but the damage has been done to Lise Starr in the ring. Angelus has to be restrained all the way up the ramp and escorted through the curtain.

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[/li][li]Tag Team Match - Andre "Man of Destiny" Holmes & "The Goddess" Amanda Cortez (w/ "Tattooed Beauty" Laura Jackson) vs. "The Big Red Machine" Kane & "The Hardcore Monster" Carnage

The team of Kane and Carnage make their way to the ring and the audience is awe of the sheer size of these two monstrous beings in person. Andre Holmes comes out next and makes his way towards the ring and stops short of the steps to await the entrance of his tag team partner Amanda. The lights go dim in the arena and “Feuer frei” by Rammstein begins to play, the audience looks for Amanda hoping to catch her in one of her skimpiest attire choices to date but are disappointed as the music continues to play but Amanda does not appear. The lights go on and the song is cued up again but Amanda remains a no-show. The music stops and Andre Holmes shakes his head in disbelief as he slowly advances up the ring steps looking at the two monsters who are gazing at him from behind their masks. One could only imagine that if these two could smile, there was a smile on their faces at this very moment. Andre steps through the ropes and the referee scratches his head but signals for the bell to ring anyway. Kane starts the match and advances toward Holmes who slowly comes towards the center of the ring. Kane folds his arms giving Holmes the first shot and Andre takes advantage and throws a hard right hand and continues throwing blows to an unwavering Kane. Andre goes to throw another punch and Kane catches his arm and uses it to lift Holmes in the air before tossing him to the mat. Kane yanks Holmes to his feet with authority and catches him under the chin with a Throat Thrust as he whips him to the ropes. Andre rebounds off the ropes and Kane blasts him with a Big Boot to the face. Kane grabs Holmes by the neck and drags him over to his corner and tags in Carnage. Carnage enters the ring and places his boot across Andre's throat and chokes him while holding on to the ropes. The referee begins a five count but decides to pull Carnage off of Holmes. As the referee nears, Carnage whips his head around and the referee cowers away with fear.

Carnage pulls Andre to his feet and goes for a Standing Clothesline that Holmes ducks underneath and delivers a dropkick to the knee out of sheer desperation. Holmes rolls out of the ring and as the referee checks on Carnage, Kane hops off the apron and catches Holmes with a Running DDT. Kane stands up and grabs Holmes and slides him underneath the bottom rope. Carnage drags Holmes away from the ropes and pins him, but pulls the shoulder up at the count of two. Carnage pulls Holmes to his feet and whips him into the corner and runs in only to receive a boot to the face. Holmes tosses Carnage into the corner and begins pounding away at his midsection until he finds himself back in the corner after Carnage grabs him by the neck and tosses him right back into the turnbuckle. Carnage throws multiple elbow in the corner before dragging Holmes back into his corner and tagging out to Kane. Kane pushes Holmes to the mat and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and stalks his prey while motioning for him to rise. Holmes begins rising to his feet and as he stands and turns he is met with a Flying Clothesline from the top rope from Kane. Kane rises to his feet and walks over to Holmes and grabs him by the neck and pulls him up to his feet. Kane spins him around in the ring signaling for a Chokeslam but before he can lift Holmes in the air, he is met with a boot to the midsection and it is followed through with a DDT. The audience cheers as both men are down on the mat and the referee begins his 10 count.

Andre Holmes begins crawling towards his corner and is met with disappointment as he has no partner to tag but is met with the freshly tagged Carnage who stomps on the middle of his back and the pulls him to his feet and delivers a Pumphandle Slam. Carnage goes for another cover but again pulls the shoulder up at the count of two. Carnage pulls Holmes up into a Backbreaker and then violently shoves Holmes off his knee onto the mat. Holmes appears to be out of it but that matters little to Carnage who pulls him towards his corner. Carnage tags Kane who enters the ring and each monster wraps a hand around Holmes' throat and then they deliver a devastating Chokeslam. The referee calls for the bells as Holmes is knocked out and unable to continue. The referee calls for medical attention for Andre Holmes but before they can arrive, Kane lifts Holmes up in a Military Press and tosses him over the top rope and then rolls out of the ring to massive booing from the audience.




Moments after the match Carnage stands over the fallen body of Andre Holmes as he looks down at his handy work then snaps his head towards the announcer as he walks over to the ropes and yells for a mic then goes back to standing over Andre.

Carnage: Amanda not showing up tonight may have surprised everyone here especially little Andre here but not me as I know her better then anyone. Tonight she showed her true colors by not showing up to help her friend here as she decided to stay home(Carnage moves closer to the camera) By the way Amanda, How is your place doing?.

The crowd boos at that comment as he begins to taunt the fans to continue.

Carnage: You fans still love Amanda after all the manipulations that she has done yet you constantly choose to boo me after all this time I have never been fake to you all as what you see is what you get with me as I have always said that i don't care about you that i am only here to capture gold and beat people up but you people still play stupid with Amanda but don't worry as her career is coming to an end very soon. Amanda, I want you to take a good look at Andre here.

Carnage drops to one knee and grabs Andre by the hair as he lifts his head off the ground and faces the camera.

Carnage: This is what i did to your boy Andre and this was nothing compared to what i have in store for you as.

Carnage slams Andre's head back into the mat then stands back up to look intently into the camera.

Carnage: I am coming for you Amanda and their is no way that you can keep dodging me after this past year we have been at war with each other but it all ends at the ppv as i am challenging you to 1 final match that is gonna end this war between us and the only way to do that is by us having our final battle be a Last person Standing match. So what do you say about that Amanda or are you just a Coward?

Carnage throws down the mic and proceeds to exit the ring and heads to the back.

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[/li][li]Mariah arrives to the production booth and eagerly awaits for the production crew to pull up the archived footage from the night in question. The crew hits the PLAY button as the footage is shown on the live monitor in the arena.

Mariah is shown exiting Serena Dent’s office and heading down the corridor to the parking lot, where she runs into Cheeka.

Mariah is always pleased to see her friend and stops to chat, “Que pasa, mi amiga?”

Cheeka, leaning against the wall, clearly bored, smiles as she hears Mariah’s voice. She turns and walks towards her friend and greets her with a hug.

“MiMi! Nada really. I’m bored. What are you up to back ‘round these parts?”

“Nothing much, I’m just going to head back to my dressing room and watch Genesis’ title defense and head on out for the night. I’m totally not in the mood to hear him gloat after winning... You wouldn’t be so bored if you just ‘toyed’ with Z in his sleep again like the last time. Kiddin’ hun, only kidding,” Mariah giggles.

Cheeka smirks and lets go of Mariah, stepping away slowly. She looks her over curiously and grins a little.

“You two really have a thing going there, huh? You and Genesis I mean.”

Mariah blushes a bit, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I dunno, he’s sweet when he’s not acting like an arrogant jerk around the rest of the boys. Enough talk about my love life, what about you and the Kitty Kat? There’s some talk about you two sharing a shower and a bit more than that...”

Cheeka smiles wide, happily recalling those times. She turns her head away, looking around a little, then back at Mariah with a caught-red-handed look.

“Hey, I need to have my fun too, ya know? You get your playtoy, why not me!”

Mariah backs off a bit, “Sorry if I touched a nerve there, sheesh. I was just teasing. Besides, everything I’ve heard that you’ve done with her still doesn’t surprise me in the least. That one night on New Year’s Eve still tops that. The tabloids are STILL on our asses for that thank you. Ugh.”

Mariah claps her hands quickly changing the subject, “Oh before I forget, when is the next time I can see Kitten? I want to show her the prototypes for the MiMi and Chee figures.”

Cheeka’s face suddenly turns cold and emotionless as Mariah touches a nerve for real this time, but she quickly repairs her smile, and tilts her head, speaking softly and a little quieter than before.

“I’ll have to get back to you on that one, amiga...”

Mariah notes the sudden awkwardness of this conversation and decides to end it abruptly, “We’ll catch up more later, okay? Give Kitten a kiss good night for me. Her Auntie MiMi misses her.”

Mariah then turns away from Cheeka and walks down the corridor towards her dressing room. Cheeka’s smile vanishes as Mariah turns away, and her body reacts almost instantly as she starts to follow her friend, quietly, a few steps behind so she won’t be heard, and in one motion, she swoops down to pick an empty beer bottle from a nearby trashcan, and lunges as Mariah. The bottle connects squarely with the back of her head, shattering into hundreds of little shards of glass, and Mariah falls painfully to the floor. Cheeka stares quietly at her for a second as she bleeds, and then leans down for a moment, and quietly says, “Muah. Nighty night.”

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[/li][li]After the commercial break had ended, the audience all witnessed one individual standing in the ring with a microphone in her hand, and leaning against the turnbuckle. Her attire was rather casual and relaxed from her usual get-up. She gave off the intelligent vibe with the glasses worn with black framing. She lifted up the microphone to her mouth to speak her mind and have her attention known.



Morgan: “Hello ladies and gents, this is the Georgia Peach, herself. I know you all had been watching one of the dearest events on Primetime. Such a romantic scene I had witnessed on the TV screen, so I decided to do something a little different today. I just wanted to show my good side, by congratulating the newlyweds.“

“It’s so unfortunate that I couldn’t get to be on stage to celebrate it, but I’m here today to express my gratitude.”

Morgan gave a kind-hearted smile towards the camera in front of her, just to direct it to the two individuals that could be watching backstage.

Morgan: “Congratulations on your marriage…..Anna Nicole Smith and J. Howard Marshall!”

The audience jeered at her such hateful comparison, but Morgan Davis indulged every millisecond of it. Her bullying mannerisms have always been out and about, and that bite was no different. What she said about the newlyweds were in fact, her own opinion. In order to keep the show rolling, she lifted the microphone up again, and continued to speak until the audience's taunts slowly diminished into silence.

Morgan: “Why in the hell didn’t you send me an invitation, Velvet Sky? Wow, that’s not nice of you. I would think that was the more mature, friendly thing to do. Well, who really gives a shit, because I didn’t want to attend your ratchet ass travesty of a ceremony anyways.”

“But that’s okay, Velveeta, because I have an amazing gift for you and your husband.”

Morgan Davis’s hands directed the cameraman to a wide squared shaped object covered by black curtains, as a means of hiding the unknown present that Morgan has for Velvet Sky and Undertaker. The audience and commentary filled with anticipation and curiosity of the gift. As a way to play around with the witnesses, Morgan slowly circled around the gift, still flaunting the smile on her face. After the second walk around, she finally bent over to get a good grip of the sheets. She quickly lifted them up, revealing the gift.



Morgan: “Two bull’s eyes. One for you, Velvet Sky, and one for your old ass husband, because I’m about to shoot ya’lls asses tonight on this next Hot Ass Mess of the Moment.”



Morgan Davis points to the screen to direct viewers to the newlyweds side-to-side from each other. The audience cheered at the appearance of the two, irritating Morgan Davis by the roll of her eyes. As usual, Velvet Sky got all of the glory, but Morgan continued to go into bully mode, flashing the smile on her face.

Morgan: “Aren’t they a cute couple though? Weird as fuck, and need first round tickets to the zoo where they belong, but let’s get down to our meal today.”

“Of course one of the steps to marriage is honestly, am I correct Velvet Sky? You got to know a lot about your spouse: past present and future. So I ask you this, Velvet Sky? Do you even know a lot about your husband? In case you don’t, I may need to remind you.”

“Turns out The Undertaker’s skeletons have actually not been decomposed yet. In fact, they are still alive. Let’s just keep it simple shall we. I don’t know about Velvet Sky, but you’d think she would already be aware about her husband’s marriage to Brick-Nosed Michelle McCool. In case it hasn’t gotten into your dumbass brain yet, I have a few pictures here to remind you, Velveeta.”

The screen revealed various shots of Michelle McCool and Undertaker. The audience was well aware of their marriage.







What they were not aware of was the last picture of the couple, which gave Morgan a sarcastic fright.



Morgan: “Ooh, chile, that’s some scary shit right there. It seems Michelle knows what she went through with him. Imagine how you would react, Velvet Sky. Well, you’d still fuck him anyways like you’ve always been doing.”

“But there seems to be one….teeny tiny thing I couldn’t seem to find. Nothing on the news, and not even on Twitter. Even Bing and Google couldn’t seem to find it.”

“Was there any proof of the two even divorcing? No proof of annulment? Certificate? A receipt in case Michelle decided to pawn the ring? That makes me wonder……”

Morgan looked up into the sky, thinking about what this lack of proof may determine, but in reality she already knew what "A+B" equaled.

“…..If The Undertaker and Michelle McCool are STILL MARRIED!”

Morgan shared her acting skills by expressing a sarcastic shock. A short gasp was heard through the microphone.

Morgan: “But still, why are we surprised, since Anna Nicole Smith decided to claw her way onto another man, and he just happened to be a damn zombie, or more like a has-been. It’s pretty obvious that Velveeta doesn’t give a shit about who she is sleeping with, married or not. But The Undertaker, or should I say “The Bigamist” isn’t very innocent either, because he gets around, too.”



“Well, well, he even goes out with trannies, too. I would keep my eye on your trusty dog, Velvet Sky, before he/she decides to do the same.”

Morgan gave her exiting stare to the cameraman, directing her concluding statement to Velvet Sky, and still flaunting her kind, yet cold-hearted, smile.

Morgan: “I guess you don’t know about your husband don’t you, Velvet Sky. That’s okay, because I can be the one to tell you this.”

“Your husband…..FELL THE FU-“

The lights shut off leaving the arena in blackness for a moment before eerie purple light and smoke of the same color floods the stage, ramp and ring areas. What sounds like a church bell interrupts Morgan mid-word followed up a few seconds by another one as "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica is heard from the sound system. The Undisputed Queen of Darkness walks briskly to the ring, before stepping inside as the lights return on. She stands in the middle of the ring facing the Georgia Peach, with a microphone in her hand and dressed for competition. Her music shuts off, as she wastes no time in sharing her reason for being out there.



"The Undisputed Queen of Darkness" Velvet Sky:
Morgan, I have been in this company now for a little over a year and I don't care if you and I have been fighting from day one, I will not let this go on for another minute!

Velvet thrusts an extended index finger downward to further prove her point, as she continues.

"The Undisputed Queen of Darkness" Velvet Sky:
You can say whatever you want about me, and you can say whatever you want about my ex-boyfriend, Joel Hall, but when it comes to my husband, you had better watch what the hell you say or I will personally make sure that you rest in peace!

Morgan: "Oh please, bitch!"

Angry Morgan inches up closer to Velvet Sky holding the microphone sideways to her lips.

Morgan: "Look who is talkin. You seem to be resting nicely in your husband's dusty ass coffin, considering you just hopped your way out of someone else's. I can say whatever the hell I want to about J. Howard Marshall, and that little chihuahua ex-boyfriend of yours, and your ass isn't going to stop me. I've been able to boot your ass out of GZWA, and I can damn sure do it again."

Velvet had heard enough. She slapped Morgan as hard as she could across the face, causing Morgan's blood to boil.

"The Undisputed Queen of Darkness" Velvet Sky:
That was a warning, and you're lucky that I'm pregnant or that warning would have--

Her eyes immediately grew wide as she covered her mouth with both hands. She slowly lowered them and became speechless, realizing what was just revealed to the GZWA Nation and the one person she was trying the hardest to keep it from.

Morgan, who was immediately at battle stance after that slap she received, was confused at first of Velvet Sky's shocked expression, but Morgan had to recollect Velvet's former statement. That one new word caused Morgan to smile mischievously.

Morgan: "Pregnant you say?"

This was certainly the best news Morgan has heard all day, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. Morgan skimmed Velvet Sky's body with her eyes for a moment to notice any differences.

Morgan: "No wonder you were have been packing some pounds around that flabby body of yours. Congratulations, to you, Velveeta. Now I ask you. Who is the father?"

Morgan proceeded to laugh in a ridiculing fashion.

Velvet was still in somewhat of a shock of her unprepared announcement, but not in enough to ignore Morgan's sarcastic comment. She glared at The Georgia Peach with a stare as cold as death. Her tone became bitter and although she didn't fear Morgan, her senses were a little more heightened.

"The Undisputed Queen of Darkness" Velvet Sky:
Who...do...you...think?

She didn't take her eyes off Morgan as she spoke slowly and enunciated her words. She didn't want to give off any sort of impression to Morgan, although she didn't want to continue to put her children at risk.

Morgan's hand manipulated the microphone to the side, in front of her lips. Intensity growing in her eyes and eyebrows.

Morgan: "I think the better question is....who do you think "isn't" the father? I'm sure we would all like to know. Chances are that all of the men in America are bound to stand in line for the pater..."

Velvet shifted her weight to one side and crossed her arms in front of her as Morgan spoke.

A thought bubble shot into Morgan's brain like a revolver before she could have the opportunity to complete her sentence. Morgan's intent on ruining Velvet Sky was to make sure she wouldn't be active as a female wrestler in GZWA, thus lessening Velvet's chances of being Women's Champion, and increasing Morgan's. This pregnancy could be what could help this intention.

Morgan's angered look settled into calmness at the thought in her head. She scanned Velvet Sky with her eyes once more.

Morgan: "You know what? I say congratulations on you having a baby, nonetheless, as newsworthy as it may be. I'm glad you wouldn't have to prance your flattened ass around this ring for a long time."

The Undisputed Queen of Darkness raised an eyebrow at Morgan's congratulations before taking a step towards her.

"The Undisputed Queen of Darkness" Velvet Sky:
Thank you, however I will still kick your ass one last time before taking my in ring hiatus. What do you say? Morgan Davis vs. Velvet Sky in one final match...at Slammiversary. Once I finally get rid of your rotten peaches once and for all, I will move on with my life and career!

Morgan gave off one dramatic glare to her upcoming opponent, pointed her finger as if it was a rifle, letting out her standard threats.

Morgan: "Oh, we'll see about that, tramp. You better put on your granny panties at Slammiversary, because you're gonna need it! Believe that!"

Morgan retreated backwards from Velvet Sky, exiting the ring. Her eyes and body still darted towards Velvet Sky as she walked up the ramp to backstage. Her finger still pointing at Velvet Sky, but a mischievous smile flashed at the cameraman in front of her.

Morgan: "Break a leg tonight, or more like your back since you like to do that often."

Velvet glared at Morgan as she exited the ring, partially wanting to chase after her, and partially in shock at the whole events of the last several minutes. She kept her eyes locked on Morgan's, walking towards the ropes and motioning for her to get back in the ring. As Morgan exited backstage, Velvet smiled knowing her work was done as Primetime went to a commercial break.

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[/li][li]Singles Match - "Tattooed Beauty" Laura Jackson (w/ "The Goddess" Amanda Cortez) vs. Calamity Brooks (w/ "Hot Rod" Rodney Brooks)

Calamity attempts to showboat, with Laura standing bored, her arms closed until she gets bored, hitting a dropkick. As Calamity moves to the corner to pull herself back up, Laura moves in and begins a series of punches to her gut until Calamity drops back to the ground. Laura moves her to the middle of the ring and gets a two count for her efforts.

Calamity slaps Laura and attempts a Rolling Savate Kick, knocking her to the ground. She taunts for Laura to get up for her to hit the Call Girl Surprise (Fame Asser), but Laura manages to move out of the way, hitting a Superkick when she turns around. She goes for the pin again, but still only two.

Laura begins to get angry at not finishing it off quickly, so when she pulls Calamity, she looks to be ready to hit the Tampa Driver (Cradle Piledriver), but she counters. Calamity attempts to finish off Laura with Balming Fluid (Downward Spiral), but Laura manages to counter and lock in Nighty Night (Headlock/Bodyscissors), making Calamity instantly tap out.



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[Xion Zeros]

• After her match Amanda is shown heading back to her locker room. For a short moment it she stops in front of Xion's office and it seems that she will knock the door, but then she just enters without an invitation. She looks at him as he sits at his desk and a smile comes into her face, but it's cold and not friendly like in the past.
  
  Xion Zeros merely looks up and perks a brow as the so-called former leader of The Fallen barges into his office.
  
  Amanda: I believe we have something to talk about.
  
  As he attempts to speak she shuts him up by pressing her fingers on his lips. She smiles again, and now it's pretty tauntingly.
  
  Amanda: Did you really expect me to take part in this match? I'm not stupid to ruin my health in a match against these two monsters and this only to help same asshole who helped kick me out of my own team?
  
  She pauses for a moment and then she reaches into her hip pocket and pulls out a cigarette. She lights it and inhales deeply. ZX fans the smoke from out of his face.
  
  Xion Zeros: No smoking in here please. If you're going to do that, do it out in the hall.
  
  Amanda rolls her eyes before putting out the cigarette forcefully on the stack of papers on his desk, leaving a burn mark at the top of the pile.
  
  Amanda: But anyway.. I don't know whether you got the memo, but I don't care about what anybody around here thinks or says about me, I really don't give a fuck. But just for your information, I'm not scared of anything or anyone.
  
  Xion Zeros leans back in his chair and folds his arms.
  
  ZX: But what about Justice? I thought you were marching down her merry little parade against me? Besides, shouldn't you be scared of what she may do to you for even coming in here? Or maybe it should be Carnage that you're afraid of? That would explain why you skipped out on that match earlier. Put your money where your mouth is, Amanda. Show these people that you're not all talk and full of hot air. I wouldn't mind you making a believer out of me as well.
  
  Amanda: If you want then I can prove it. Just give me a match against Carnage and then you will see how a real woman takes care of the business here.
  
  ZX: "Fine, at Slammiversary, you'll face Carnage in a No Holds Barred Match. Anything goes. Just don't come crying to me when that guy finally puts you into a wheelchair for good."
  
  Amanda laughs, "Very funny. You might want to reserve a hospital for poor little Carnage instead. He's going to need it."
  
  She motions to leave the office but stops in her tracks and returns to sit down on his desk.
  
  By the way, I think you should totally dump that blonde bimbo Justice. It's far past due that you've upgraded to a real goddess...
  
  She bends forward a bit and now she kisses him on the lips and it's longer than just a friendly kiss, leaving the GZWA Owner stunned and confused. She pats him on the cheeks before skipping out of the room.
  
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• The lights in the arena are flickering like normal when "Through Your Eyes" by Worth Dying For starts blaring as the lights drop down as the crowd starts to murmur. Then a voice rings out through the loud speakers.
  
  Voice: He's coming GZWA. Are you ready for him? Do you have what it takes to be in the ring with this man?
  
  The crowd is going crazy as the lights come back up and a masked man is standing in side the ring.
  
  
  
  Masked Man: Every single person in this arena will finally find out who he is when he is good and ready. Once he is revealed every person in the back will bask in the glory of his greatness. For he is coming...He comes to take over....BE READY FOR A MASSACRE.
  
  The lights die down again as "Through Your Eyes" by Worth Dying For sounds as the letters...T..F..I...blink on the titantron. The screen goes black as laughter is heard through the speakers
  
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• Fatal 4 Way - "Off The Chain" Robert Roode vs. "The Intellectual Savior to the Unwashed Masses" Damien Sandow vs. "Apex Predator" Randy Orton vs. "The Bare Knuckle Brawler" Wade Barrett
  
  The bell rings and our highly anticipated Fatal-4-Way match is underway. Sandow & Barrett go after Orton, as Bobby Roode casually slips out of the ring to watch the action. Orton fought back with repeated blows to the face & head of Damien Sandow & Wade Barrett. Orton drills Barrett with a vicious European Uppercut shot that sends the Bare Knuckle Brawler down to one knee. Sandow goes in for a kick to the mid-section. Orton catches Sandow's foot, spins him around and drops him with a clothesline. At this moment. Bobby Roode see's his opportunity. He slides back into the ring and charges at Randy Orton. Decking him from behind with the Northern Lariat. The impact of this clothesline was enough to force Orton through the ropes & out to the floor.
  
  Roode turns to Wade Barrett, as Barrett catches "The It Factor" with a hard, right hook to the jaw that sends Roode stumbling back. As he does so, Damien hits Roode with a punch of his own to the face. At this point, Roode was like a pinball. Being bounced around. Receiving punches from Barrett & Sandow respectively, until Sandow catches him and drops him with an Enziguiri Kick.
  
  Orton comes back into the ring and goes after Barrett. Decking him with a clothesline. Than catches Sandow with a clothesline too. Barrett bounces back up his feet and is caught with a big, snap powerslam from "The Viper". Sandow suffers the same fate. As he too is caught with a snap powerslam from Orton. However, after hitting the powerslam. Orton goes in for the cover.
  
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  Bobby Roode axe-handles Orton in the head to break up the pin. Roode stomps away at the back of Orton. Before picking him up to his feet. Roode starts trash talking Orton for a brief moment. He kicks him in the gut. Than picks him up over his head and drives him down with a nice suplex. Roode uses the momentum of this suplex to 'float over' on top of Orton for the cover.
  
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  Sandow breaks up the pin by pulling Roode off of Orton by his right foot. Than quickly delivers an elbow drop to the back . Than looks at Orton and gives him a stiff spin kick to the face. Then mounts Orton, and starts punching the daylights out of him. Wade Barrett gets up and grabs Sandow from behind. Raking, and clawing at the eyes, as he pulls him off of Orton. Wade Barrett sends Damien Sandow into the turnbuckle. Following that up with a vicious Big Boot to the face. Rocking Sandow and sending the "Intellectual Savior" to the ground face first.
  
  Just as Barrett turns around. He's met head on by Bobby Roode with a Spear! As Roode tries to go in for a quick victory.
  
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  Orton breaks up the count by driving his forearm into the head of Roode. As he goes to pull Roode up. Roode counters with some stiff punches to the bread-basket. Both Orton & Roode start exchanging a flurry of lefts & rights, as the fans start getting pumped up & excited with each and every blow! Ending with Orton having the upperhand. Sending Roode off the ropes. He tried catching Roode for a powerslam. However Roode ducked and bounced off the opposite end. Coming back towards Orton, Roode nails him with a swinging neckbreaker. When Roode went to get back up. He was caught out of nowhere by Damien Sandow. Who drilled him in the face with a Dropkick. The force of this dropkick was enough to bust open the lip of Bobby Roode. Sandow continued the onslaught by stomping and kicking Roode in the skull just as hard as he could.
  
  After this, Wade Barrett comes up from behind Sandow. Dropping him with an unexpected Neckbreaker. Then he looks over at Roode and drives the knee into the spine to the leader of the selfish generation. From here. Barrett decides to take a page out of Roode's playback. As he applies the Crossface. The hands were locked in good & tight around the face of Roode, as Roode screamed in agony. Damien was still down, but Randy Orton was getting up to his feet.
  
  As Barrett had Roode locked into this submission hold. There attention was turned away from Orton. Giving Orton the opportunity he needed to strike! He charges and kicks the crap out of Barrett with a lethal Punt Kick. Automatically breaking the hold and sending Barrett rolling out of the ring to the floor. Sandow starts to clear the cobwebs and grabs Orton behind. School boys him with a handful of tights.
  
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  Roode pulls Sandow off of him just in the nick of time.
  
  The match continued with Roode and Sandow getting up to there feet. As did Randy Orton. All three men stood parelle to one another like a triangle. Each man delivering one punch after the other to each man. When all was said & done. Both Sandow and Roode went in for a double clothesline to Orton, but Orton ducked & countered with a clothesline of his own. Sending both men down to the mat.
  
  He looks over and see's Wade Barrett up on the ring apron. Still reeling from that vicious Punt Kick from earlier. He catches the Bare Knuckle Brawler with a kick to the mid-section. Than pulls him into the ring by the middle rope with the head locked under his right arm. He stops and looks out at the crowd for a second. Licking his lips with that sinister look in his face. He drives Barrett down with a DDT!
  
  Meanwhile, we see Damien Sandow & Bobby Roode duking it out. Sandow got the upperhand of the that situation. Kicking Roode in the gut. Than hooks the arms in a "Butterfly" lock position. Then he starts delivering a series of knee lifts to the face and chest of Bobby Roode. Then finishes this off by flipping Roode up in the air and driving him down with a Tiger Bomb.
  
  Orton see's this and goes after Sandow next. He charges at Sandow and goes on the attack with a Lou Thesz Press with mounted punches. Shades of the Rattlesnake, Stone Cold Steve Austin. As Orton gets that crazed look in his eye. He goes to turn around to face Sandow after the series of punches. But he's met by a Big Boot to the face from out of nowhere from Wade Barrett. The kick is enough to send Orton into the ropes nearby. Giving Barrett the opportunity to scoop him up, bounces Orton off the ropes and drop him with a Slingshot Backbreaker.
  
  After this occurs. Barrett turns around to see Damien Sandow coming after him. Using his quick instincts, he catches Sandow, spins him around and drops the Intellectual Savior with the "Winds of Change" (Spinning Side Slam). He then goes for the cover.
  
  1...
  2...
  
  annnnnnnd!
  
  NO!
  
  Roode pulls Barrett off of Sandow to break up the pin!
  
  Barrett becomes infuriated with Roode. As he gets up to face Roode. He shoves him back. Roode smiles, and slaps the taste out of Barrett. The force of the slap was enough to rock Barrett back a step or two. As he does so. Orton hops up to his feet from the mat and drills him with an R.K.O!
  
  After this, Damien Sandow gets up his feet and is met with an R.K.O. next, as the bodies start flying all over the ring. After this R.K.O though, Roode goes in to nail Orton with a Lariat. Orton counters and grabs Roode for another R.K.O. Yet this time around, Roode was smart enough to counter and shove Orton into the nearby turnbuckle chest first hard. Orton stumbles back and is met by Roode for a "Double R Spinebuster" slam!
  
  Roode goes in for the cover.
  
  1...
  2....
  
  annnnnnnd....
  
  
  NO!
  
  Orton kicks out right at the 2.9 mark. The crowd, nor Bobby Roode can believe it!
  
  Roode gets up to his feet and is met by Wade Barrett. Who drills him in the face with a vicious hook. Than kicks Roode in the gut. Than hoists him up over his shoulders to attempt the "Wasteland". Before he could drop Roode. Sandow sneaks up from behind and grabs Barrett. With Barrett still holding Roode up over his shoulders. Sandow sends Barrett back with the Russian Leg Sweep while Roode was able to slip out of Barrett's clutches in mid-air, rolling out of harms way to the arena floor in the process.
  
  Damien Sandow than goes to lock in the Figure 4-Leglock on Barrett. As he turns to lock the legs in place. Barrett shoves him off into Randy Orton, who was just getting back up from the "Double R Spinebuster". Orton nails Sandow with an R.K.O. He hit Damien so hard, his head/neck snapped off the mat. After the force of his impact, you could tell Damien Sandow was hurt. Not moving a muscle afterwards. He seemed to be easy pickings for anybody.
  
  Barrett gets up and catches Orton with a Back Kick to the ribs. Barrett then scoops Orton up over his shoulders and drives him down for the Wasteland. An overly confident & arrogant Wade Barrett takes his sweet time. As he goes in for the cover. Looking to get the victory. Barrett hooks the leg and makes the cover. Simultaneously, as this goes down. Roode is up on the arena floor. Reached under the ring apron to pull out a beer bottle. With the referee's back turned to Roode. The referee doesn't see this and is only paying attention to Orton's shoulders.
  
  1...
  2...
  
  Roode bashes the beer bottle into the face of Wade Barrett. As this happens. Barrett rolls over and starts holding his face. The referee then becomes distracted by all this. Checking on Barrett, as he screams in agony. Roode then slides in and picks Orton up to his feet. He puts Orton in a Suplex clutch position, hooks the leg and drives him back down for the "Pay Off" (Fisherman Suplex). With Orton's leg locked in tightly. The referee turns back around to make the cover.
  
  1...
  2...
  
  annnnnnnnd.
  
  
  3!!!
  
  
  
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  The titantron begins to glow and as everyone in the arena turns to look at it a familiar face is gracing the screen.
  
  
  
  The men in the audience begins to whisle while some resort to primitive howling and some women in the audience resort to physical means to get the attention of their dates. The screen turns to black and Maryse can be seen on the titantron holding a pose which insites another reaction from the audience.
  
  
  
  Maryse drops the pose and begins laughing at the reactions by the opposite sex in the arena. She sits down on a nearby chair and crosses her legs.
  
  Maryse: Bonjour, and welcome to the House of Maryse. Each week you can expect something exciting to happen on this show, since every other Diva on this show has some boring segment that they think is sexy, it is only fitting that "The Sexiest of Sexy" have one to show them how it is really done. I mean look at me, what is not to love yes? I mean do you know who I am around here? I'm kind of a big deal and we all know these girls dream to be me. Look at your so-called "Wildfyre Vixen" Mariah, since she isn't Maryse, she had to go out and date Genesis so she could get a taste of just what being Maryse is all about. Because every time she touch him...kiss him...taste him, she is only fulfilling her dream of being more like Maryse.
  
  Maryse runs a hand through her hair as she giggles at the thought of Mariah and Genesis with one another.
  
  Just look at me, I'm a little vision of perfection, I love myself and that is enough. And while we are on subject of losers, Beth Phoenix, enjoy your time as Women's Champion, it could be your last. That title would look so much better on me. Remember the last time I came to GZWA you were so intimidated that you forgot all about your date and your stormed up to me in the hallway and opened your mouth with your usual boring sounds but one thing was crystal clear, your jealousy was so ugly. Beth...you'll never have this...
  
  Maryse stands up and smoothes out her dress before bending over and delivering her signature hair flip. She turns to look at the camera.
  
  You see Beth, when someone walks around claiming to be something that they are not, walking around with my title, there is only one thing to do.
  
  Maryse squats down and rises slowly mocking the signature pose of the Glamazon while holding a replica copy of the Women's Championship belt and then gazes into the camera.
  
  I'm the next Women's Champion.
  
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• Backstage before the Divas fatal four way, Christy Hemme is standing with the up and coming Anya Petrova, who towers over the fiery haired interviewer, wearing a camouflage hoodie.
  
  
  
  Just looking at her, you can already tell she's ready for battle, but there's not once little hint of uncertainty on her face. Christy raises the mic to her lips and begins to speak.
  
  "Anya Petrova. Since stepping on the scene here at GZWA, you've proved to be quite a force to be reckoned with. How are you feeling about this match coming up, closing in on an opportunity to win gold for the first time in America?"
  
  "I am feeling like I feel before every match. I am ready to dismantle competition and leave in absolute victory. I have proven dominance before, and I shall again. One woman at a time. Until there is no more to break."
  
  A far cry from her last promo, her focus is spot on, as if she's a different person, not even looking at Hemme as she questions the Russian.
  
  "You do have a lot of confidence. How do you keep that up? I mean unlike some places, our Divas can actually fight. What gives you your confidence, or lets you keep it going so strong?"
  
  "The fact that I am the best. My desire for achievement, burns as red as your hair, comrade. It is that which keeps me breaking every obstacle in my path of domination."
  
  "Yeah, but Anya. These women have all proven themselves. Aren't you at least a little nervous, or unsu-"
  
  Without letting Hemme finish her sentence, Anya casually takes hold of her upper arms and lifts her straight off her feet, pinning her against the wall. She smirks at Hemme and glares at her, for the first time making eye contact, but there's no anger, or intent to hurt anyone, just a display of power. She begins to speak softly.
  
  "Does it look like I am unaware of my competition, little girl? Do you take me for fool who does not scout my enemies? It would appear that a cat has gotten your tongue, da? I do not need help. I do not need to be nervous of competition. I am of superior breed of woman, and I will break all three of them tonight."
  
  Anya lets down the stunned Hemme gently, then pats her head condescendingly with a wink.
  
  "Do not worry though. I do not wish to start tonight's domination with you."
  
  And with that, Anya steps away from the camera, headed to the ring area for the upcoming match.
  
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• Queen of the Mountain Match for GZWA Women's Championship Final Qualifier - First to Fall Fatal 4 Way - "The Only Diva That Matters" Layla vs. April Lee (w/ "Dashing" Cody Rhodes) vs. "The Ultimate Vixen" Raven vs. Anya Petrova -- With Special Guest Commentary: GZWA Women's Champion "The Glamazon" Beth Phoenix
  
  Primetime returns from commercial break with The Glamazon sitting down at the commentary table as her four possible challengers anxiously awaited for the bell. She decorates the commentary table with her Women's Championship gold sitting at the top of the desk.
  
  Beth Phoenix: Looking great as always, Professor.
  Prof. X: Thank you, Miss Phoenix. Always a pleasure having you join us.
  Francine: Beth, what do you think of your possible challengers here?
  Beth Phoenix: I'm impressed with all four of these women. To think they've made it past the hurdles placed before them and to make it this far. Tonight is the ultimate test to see if they survive this match to make it to Slammiversary, where I'll be more than happy to introduce them to the power of this Fabulous Firebird.
  The Carter: You aren't afraid of Anya? She could rip any of those girls like a phone book.
  Beth Phoenix rolls her eyes, "Her power is impressive, no doubt, but she's not The Glamazon."
  
  The bell rings to start the match and all of the Divas wisely target Anya Petrova. Anya opens her offense with a short lariat intended for Raven, but it narrowly misses her as the Ultimate Vixen dodges with a bridging evasion (MaTrish). Anya spins around confused and into a double dropkick from April Lee and Layla. Anya is knocked into the nearby turnbuckle, where April Lee continues her offense, planting a Shining Wizard to Anya's face. She quickly moves out of the way as Layla adds in a Yakuza Kick for good measure, causing Anya to slump down to the bottom buckle. Raven takes over from here, delivering an Upgrade (Hardyac Arrest/Turnbuckle Dropkick).
  
  The Carter: How does it feel that you may have to face your fellow Divas of Doom partner, Layla, at Slammiversary?
  Beth: Layla knows that at the end of the day, I'm going to fight to defend this title. I'm not giving her nor anyone else a free hand out on anything. So don't think she'll get any special treatment from me.
  Francine: Speaking of the Divas of Doom, where has Natalya been the past few weeks?
  Beth: She's requested time off to spend time with her family, but she's set to return soon.
  
  Dusting her hands off in a cocky manner as Anya rolls out of the ring to recoup, Raven sets her crosshairs on her two remaining opponents. Surprisingly enough, it's Layla who makes the first move, raking April Lee in the eyes before ramming her shoulder-first into the corner post like a battering ram. Raven races to join into this action but Layla quickly Snapmares her to the canvas. With Raven in a seated position, Layla delivers a shoot kick to her spine with authority, causing Raven to gasp in pain. Layla stretches Raven's arms back with her knee into Raven's spine as she applies a modified Surfboard, clearly digging into the dark side as all signs of the previous alliance between these three Divas against Anya has completely dissolved.
  
  No alliance doesn't seem to hurt April's feelings as she soars from the rope with a diving hurracanrana that whips Layla across the ring, and freeing Raven in the process. Layla is slow to rise, allowing April to connect with a Sunset Flip -- or so she thought, as Layla counters with a Low Dropkick to the face using April's on momentum against her. With April down, Layla goes for the cover.
  
  One...
  Two...
  NO!!
  
  April kicks out and Raven drags Layla off of April and goes for a pin of her own on still downed April. April caught Raven into a possum pin to her dismay while Layla sits back and laughs at Raven's misfortune.
  
  One...
  Two...
  Th--NO!!
  
  Raven barely kicks out by the three count. All three Divas return to their feet as a rather odd series of offense breaks out as the trio embarks into a contest to see who's signature kicks are superior. Layla greets April with a Nasty Kick (Spinning Roundhouse Kick), who merely ducks the blow to answer with the Spinning Heel Kick. Before April could pat herself on the back, Raven executes a Bitch Kick (Chick Kick) only for AJ to duck the blow on a narrow margin. Raven spins around, only for AJ deliver a low dropkick to bring the Ultimate Vixen down to one knee. AJ hits the ropes and rebounds back with a Shining Wizard, but Raven counters with an Inverted Samoan Drop.
  
  With Layla and AJ down at her feet, Raven snaps her fingers at Beth Phoenix at ringside and takes a bow. That proves to be a costly mistake as Anya Petrova returns into the match and she's beyond pissed, leveling Raven with a powerful forearm smash to the back of Raven's head. Grabbing her by the throat, Anya drags her to her feet, before leveling her with another vicious clothesline. She repeats this process twice more before elevating her overhead in a two-handed choke.
  
  Francine: Y'know Beth, that could be you in that same position come Slammiversary.
  Beth: Or that could be her in the Glam Slam. I'm not afraid of challenge. Besides, all of the Divas know that Anya's had Raven's number for months now. That's what she gets for popping off that little mouth of hers and not knowing when to shut up.
  
  Anya spots AJ and Layla climbing the turnbuckles in unison and quickly discards Raven to the canvas. AJ and Layla take flight with dual Missile Dropkicks but Anya catches them both mid-air in a devastating Double Chokeslam.
  
  Prof. X: Mere moments after being back into this match and Anya's littered the Divas all over the ring like a car wreck!
  Beth: You think that's power? Then you're in for a treat at Slammiversary. These girls won't know what hit them.
  
  Returning her focus back to Raven, Anya drags her to her feet with a stern look on her face as she readies to end this. Raven desperately rakes her in the eyes before returning to a vertical base. Raven snaps back with a right hook with Anya striking back with one of her own, bringing Raven down on one knee from the sheer force of the blow. Raven answers back with a hard stiff slap to the face with Raven shaking her hand after the sting of the blow. Anya then sees red, but Raven is quick to follow up with Bitch Kick to the side of Anya's skull. That blow puts Anya on shaky legs as Raven charges in to capitalize with a Lou Thesz Press. Anya catches her mid-air on her shoulder and rams her back-first into the corner-post. A gasp of pain escapes Raven's lips as Anya drives her into the post again with a shoulder thrust before positioning her on the top buckle in a seated position. Anya's intentions are made clear as she lifts Raven onto her shoulders and slamming her onto the canvas with a Muscle Buster.
  
  Francine: Stick a fork in her, she's done.
  Prof. X: What's that buzzing?
  The Carter: Franny, I thought I told you about bringing 'toys' to work?
  Beth: I think that would be my phone, Carter. I'd love to stay, but I have to take this call.
  
  As Beth Phoenix takes off her headset, there's a bit of a dilemma going on in the ring. During the execution of the Muscle Buster, Raven locked her legs around Anya's trapping her into an rather unorthodox pin as both Anya and Raven's shoulders are down. Referee Jacqueline Moore makes the count...
  
  One...
  Two...
  Three!!
  
  Both Raven and Anya are arguing the pinfall to Jacqueline while April Lee and Layla breathe a sigh of relief.
  
  Only seconds after the match had ended, "Hollywood Whore" by Papa Roach blasted through the arena. The divas didn't even had the chance to catch their breaths as non other than GZWA's commissioner Serena Dent stepped through the curtains and on to the ramp, with a microphone already in hand. The soon to-be-mommy grinned lightly as she was welcomed with quite the mixed reaction.
  
  I know that my unannounced appearances before or after matches usually mean that I am up to no good... But this time I have to say that I brought a special announcement, which will make a few of you ladies very pleased.
  
  Resting her hand comfortably on the very visible baby bump, Serena's face was graced with a satisfied smile.
  
  I am very pleased to announce that after tonight's match none of you lose your spot in the Queen of the Mountain tournament and all of you carry on to the finals. So congratulations are in order to our contenders.
  
  The crowd started cheering the divas in the ring and Serena's announcement as you could see that the ladies themselves were very ecstatic about this decision.
  
  Also, there is another little announcement for a special someone, who is currently not present in this ring. I discussed this matter with the Board of Directors and we all agreed unanimously. We believe that this diva should be acknowledged for all her hard work and dedication through her entire career in this company. I would like to announce that the fifth and the last diva to qualify for the finals of the Queen of the Mountain match is non other than "The Beautiful Dragon" Mei Long.
  
  The crowd burst into cheers as you could notice the dissatisfaction in some of the divas faces. Serena just grinned at the people in attendance as she said her last words.
  
  I wish you all enjoy the rest of the show and ladies... Good luck.
  
  As "Hollywood Whore" by Papa Roach once again hit the P.A. system, Serena turned on her heel and disappeared behind the curtains.
  
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• We see a backstage worker walking in the hallway. He is pretty busy. Suddenly, starts getting terrified when he reaches the darkest part of the hallway. When he steps on something watery, he looks down and to his shock, he is stepping on a puddle of blood. Next to his feet is a bloodied and unconscious Eddie Hall. Beside him is his guitar, and it looks like that he got knocked out by a huge blow to the head.
  
  "Someone! Help! Eddie Hall's been knocked out!"
  
  A couple of backstage workers and paramedics arrive with a stretcher and see his condition. They pick him up on the stretcher and push him to the ambulance. After everyone left, a dark figure appears from the shadows. He starts to sing slowly.
  
  "I've felt the hate rise up in me
  Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
  I wander out where you can't see
  Inside my shell, I wait and bleed"
  
  He is wearing a burlap mask over his head with hair coming out from the top. He sarts to laugh maniacally.
  
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• Singles Match - "Dragonfly" Eddie Hall vs. Paul London
  
  Paul London made his way down to ringside. Many were questioning if Eddie Hall was going to be able to make it down for the match, based on the heinous, brutal attack earlier by this sadistic masked man. London paced around the ring patiently. As Eddie's music began to play for the 2nd time around. After a few tense moments. The fans began to get agitated. Mike Chioda, another GZWA referee came down to ringside. He speaks to senior referee Earl Hebner, who was in charge of this match-up. Telling him that Eddie is too hurt to compete tonight. Upon hearing this news. Earl Hebner calls for the bell. He raises the hand of Paul London as the crowd boo out of sheer disappointment.
  
  
  
  We see the paramedics place Eddie Hall on a stretcher in the ambulance. He finally closes the backdoor of the ambulance.
  
  "Hey let's go!"
  
  We see that the driver is revealed to be The Iowan Massacre himself.
  
  "Up yours!"
  
  He gives the finger to the paramedic. Then, he starts to reverse as the paramedic tries to run away. But it's too late. The paramedic is already a flat pancake, but still breathing.
  
  "Don't worry, brother! I'll take you to the hospital!"
  
  He starts to accelerate the ambulance at high velocity. Not wasting time, the patrons jump out of their way. Out of the sudden, Eddie finally wakes up with a bandaged head.
  
  "Err...what happened?"
  
  "Nightmareland is awaiting you Eddie!"
  
  When Joel looks back at the front, he opens the door and jumps out. Just as Eddie looks to see what's going on, the ambulance crashed. Ironically, into the hospital. Joel looks at the camera with an evil smile as the ambulance is set on fire. He walks toward the camera and points at it.
  
  "A word of warning to anyone wishing me destroyed. Fuck you all! If anyone of you try to stand in my way, I'll kill all of you!"
  
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• After the commercial break, Mariah exits from the curtain, dressed clad in her new “Scandalous” T-Shirt and jeans, and heads down to the arena. The fans in attendance shower her with cheers and chants of “Welcome Back!” but the Showstoppin’ Senorita is all business tonight. She walks over to Zoey Valentine at ringside and asks for a microphone before climbing into the ring.
  
  Mariah waits for the chants and cheers to die down before speaking.
  
  Mariah: “Okay, you’ve all seen the footage. I know it - you know it, and my attacker knows what she’s done. I thought it was odd that I didn’t get a visit from my so-called friend, but she had to go and literally shoot me in the back like a coward. Cheeka, I don’t know what your problem is or maybe I struck the wrong chord with you, but let’s just get this out in the open right now. If you got a problem with me then come out here and say it in my FACE like an adult.”
  
  Cheeka’s music hits and she nonchalantly emerges from behind the curtain, the crowd roaring in disapproval. She can only smile as she slowly walks down the ramp, a certain glow to her that’s been missing for years. She doesn’t pay much attention to the fans, just Mariah, staring at her with a soft smile as she approaches the ring and rolls in. After climbing to her feet, she takes a moment to bow to the fans arrogantly, and then motions to Mariah as if she’s giving her the floor.
  
  Mariah glares at Cheeka, clearly wanting to know what is in going through that head of hers.
  
  She raises the microphone to her lips, “What was the meaning of beating me down from behind and leaving me in a puddle of my own blood? I thought I was your friend, Cheeka. What the hell is wrong with you?”
  
  Cheeka smiles softly at Mariah, mouthing “awww, so sorry” with her lips as she leans over for a mic. The sarcasm is easy to read, as it pretty much is written in neon letters above Cheeka’s head. She snatches the mic from the ring tech and stands back up straight.
  
  “Well...to be honest, I just felt like it. It seemed good at the time. Kinda still does. They seem to like it, a lot.”
  
  Cheeka points to the crowd as they boo her cruelty, but she can only smirk at this, and continues.
  
  “But what’s wrong with me? I dunno, MiMi. I’ve never felt better. Are you sure nothing’s wrong with you?”
  
  Mariah places a hand on her hip as she paces around the ring, “I dunno you tell me. A concussion and a few stitches in the back of my head isn’t a bad place to start - all those thanks from a woman I thought I considered a close friend. We had a nice conversation that night and just as I was leaving you just snapped and took me out like a cold blooded villain. Is that what you are to me, Katrina? A villain? What did I do to deserve that type of treatment? What would Kitten think?”
  
  Cheeka’s smile fades, and she stares holes through Mariah.
  “Gee, I don’t know. Maybe you should ask her yourself. You have a better chance of seeing her again than I do. And you know what the sad thing is? That’s all thanks to a woman I considered a close friend. Don’t give me the stitches and concussion crap, you’ve had worse. What my expense has been, from being a changed woman thanks to people like you: my career? My family? Compare that to a few stitches, I dare you.”
  
  Mariah looks confused at Cheeka’s words.
  
  “Katrina, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t seen Kitten since the last time you brought her over to visit. I’ve always tried to help you - let me help you now. Just tell me what’s wrong. Did something happen to Kitten? Is that why you’re doing all of this? I only thought that bringing you back in wrestling would help you provide for her.”
  
  “No, no. Just stop it. I’m not your little sister. I’m not your baby. I don’t need any of your help anymore. This. This right here, is me. It’s always been me. It always will be. Putting on the mask, pretending to be the good girl, it’s fake. You think you can change who I am, so it suits you, and the way you want things to be, but you can’t. As for MY daughter, it’s none of your damned business, Marisol.”
  
  Mariah closes her eyes for moment with her head down in shame.
  
  Mariah: “I see. So this is how it’s going to be? I’ve clearly failed you as your teacher, but I can still make it up to you as your friend - by beating some common sense back into empty head of yours. You think that walking down that path of destruction and misery is going to make everything better because it’s easier? Dammit, Katrina, you’re always looking for the easy way out, but no, not this time. I’m sorry it’s come down to this, but I see that there’s no avoiding this.”
  
  Mariah sighs loudly before continuing, “You can take out all of your anger and frustrations out on me, and only me... at a match between us at Slammiversary. No strings, no special stipulations. We just end everything there. If you won’t listen to what I have to say anymore, then maybe you’ll listen after I’ve planted my foot to your jaw.”
  
  “It took a bottle to your head for you to go this far. MiMi, do you see a frown on this face here? Do you see anger in my eyes? This is what I am, and that’s what I wanted. And thinking about it, I really don’t know if you even have it in you to put me down, simply because of that. I had to physically assault you, from behind, for you to finally ask for a match with me. You got your match, amiga. I accept. No stips, nada. Just you and me in a clean fight, your way.”
  
  Mariah literally starts laughing to Cheeka’s surprise.
  
  “I think you’ve forgotten something about me, too. I’ve been aching for someone to push me to this level again. I’ll warn you now, I won’t hold back anything. And don’t forget... I’m a little crazy too...”
  
  
  Cheeka grins at Mariah, puzzled, yes, but pleased either way. She raises the mic back up and shakes her head.
  
  “I don’t want anything less. Not from you. I’ve wanted this for too long.”
  
  Mariah motions to exit the ring but stops in her tracks as she raises the microphone once more, “It’s going to be beautiful... Oh and one more thing for old times sake...”
  
  She runs her fingers through her violet hair before stepping back towards Cheeka with a Heartbreaker (Sweet Chin Music). Towering above Cheeka’s body, Mariah raises the microphone once more, uttering the word, “Moo...” before dropping the microphone and exiting the ring.
  
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• Singles Match - "GZWA's Sexy Delight" Kaitlyn vs. "Black Widow" Tara (in-ring debut)
  
  Kaitlyn mocks Tara by making goofy psycho poses, only for Tara to clothesline her into the mat and stomp on her gut and proceed to kick upwards over her body, hitting a brutal one to the her skull. She drags Kaitlyn back up to her feet and directly punches her in the face, knocking her back down into the ground. She goes for a choke bomb, only for Kaitlyn to counter and attempt a roll up, which barely gets a one count.
  
  Tara goes for a Backbreaker, but The Rookie manages to fist her way out of it. Kaitlyn then decides to take advantage of her offense, charging for a spear, only for Tara to clock her with a Superkick, dazing her opponent. Picking up the mess left, Tara drags Kaitlyn up and hits the Widow's Peak for the pinfall.
  
  
  
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[Xion Zeros]

• Following the match, the attention quickly shifts to the titantron, where it cuts to the outside area of the arena right in the middle of a secluded area, Jon Moxley stands right in view, recording a message for the GZWA superstars.
  
  "I HATE to be that guy, but the fact of the matter is there's no nice way to put it. I have been watching, Primetime, for months, I was even here, in this building, last week, but I wasn't booked for anything. I was told, last week, on the phone, "Mox, we would like to do some vignettes first" and that's great, I've still technically "not arrived" but right now, I don't care about the rules, the way things need to be done, I'm saying it right now, Slammiversary, I will be there, I may not have anything to do, but I will be, in that crowd. And there's one person, already on my bad side, one person, who's already under my skin.."
  
  
  
  "And it makes my skin crawl, my blood boil, and I don't care if it gets me fired, this is a warning, at Slammiversary, if you show up, so help me god, I'm going to find out if you can take punch to the face, if you can take the sound of broken bones, the taste of your own blood, because right now, you're just a bitch with a chain, at Slammiversary, I'M comin!"
  
  Moxley pie faces the camera and walks away.
  

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The electronic, pumping sounds of Coco Lee made notice throughout the stadium, giving the visual cue that a babyface was going to arrive, thus causing the audience to cheer.

An Asian woman in a white t-shirt exited backstage towards the ring, gripping a microphone in her hand. The expression on her face was serious as her interview in the last show. Her smile was hidden in the background while her frown was loud and clear. Her eyes darted at the ring in front of her, entering the ring in a regular fashion, before standing at the center.



This situation, however, was different in the audience. The amount of cheering was higher than usual. Maybe it was because of her sensuality factor amongst the female group arising, because of her past being revealed, or maybe the audience felt sympathy towards her being verbally attacked by Morgan Davis.

This woman, the Beautiful Dragon, would not know, but as for now, what she wanted to say on her mind had to be said to her fans.

Mei: “Hey ladies and gents.”

She wanted to keep her introduction, body, and conclusion, brief and to the point. She gathered her thoughts as to what to deliver to the audience.

Mei: “I know that recently there has been news told about me for all of the audience to witness. Photographs in Playboy magazine and other rumors that Morgan Davis stated, which she intended on defaming my career with, and I know you all have been wondering whether it is true or not.”

“Today, I’m here to confirm those rumors. Alongside the photos in Playboy, everything Morgan Davis said about me….is true.”

Mei Long paused as the audience expressed shocking reactions to these rumors, just like Hot Ass Mess two shows ago. Mei Long would believe that this situation would bring a whole new light about her, but Justice’s encouraging “tough love”.

Mei: “Just some things that I’ve been going through, and I’m not afraid to let it all out in the open. What can I say to explain this? I was simply naïve, and foolish for my actions, but then I realized that these mishaps shouldn’t reflect how much I’ve worked my behind off to be in this federation and bring fans the best show that any female wrestler could deliver. Why should my past reflect my accomplishments, and how should it reflect opinions about me now? So what if I was expressive with my body, just like anyone else would be. Records show that I have nothing to hide, and I should learn to accept them and move on with my life. Even though it is cliché, the phrase “no one is perfect” is simply a true statement.”

“These mistakes had haunted me in my dreams, but now I’m no longer afraid of those nightmares. I’ve overcome them, and this is the point where I have fought and defeated this nightmare.



The crowd is cheering Mei Long as she admits the mistakes of her past. Their cheers quickly turn to boos as "Wings of a Fallen Angel" interrupts the words of the Beautiful Dragon, followed by the appearance of Christopher Daniels on stage. He points to Mei Long in the ring, while contorting his facial expression in a look of disbelief. He looks around in the audience, as if to see if they're buying her words while he makes his way down the ramp, up the steel steps and into the ring. He walks over to the opposite corner where he entered and bent over the ropes, motioning for a microphone. After one is given to him, he stands by the center of the ropes, leaning on them while raising the mic to his mouth.

"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels:
Well, if it isn't The Beautiful Dragon herself, Mei Long. I'll bet you're wondering along with everyone else why The Fallen Angel is gracing you with his presence.

Mei Long would be confused of this man's appearance. Why would he target her for? Either way, she had to indulge in it and hear what he had to say.

He gives her the once over before taking a few steps off the ropes, standing in front of her.

"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels:
But before I tell you, let me assure you that you shouldn't worry about those Playboy pictures. Most people didn't pay attention to your face, I'm sure.

He smiles and laughs at his little jab, before continuing.

"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels:
Now, you say that you want to get everything out in the open. Well, you made it obvious that you have no problem doing that, so uh, I don't what more there is to say.

He wraps his arm around her shoulder, and uncomfortably pulls her in closer to him.

"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels:
The little saying "No one is perfect?" Ha! That's just something people say when they screw up, and let's face it. Morgan was right, you screwed up, and you're ashamed of yourself. These people are ashamed of you too, but--

He thinks for a moment and raises his index finger in a 'wait' gesture.

"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels:
Actually, you wanted attention, Morgan helped you get it. So, why are you going to complain when you get what you want. This is what you want, right?

Daniels slowly ran his fingers up Mei's upper arm. Mei beginning to feel uncomfortable about this man touching her in such an inappropriate manner.

Mei: "What are you doing?"

"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels:
You want attention because it makes you feel special. It makes you feel like you're important...like you matter to the business. Well, I came out to remind you...

He clasps his fingers around the sleeve of her t-shirt and tugs it downward trying to get it to come down.

"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels:
...that THIS is what women like you contribute to the business. No one wants to watch you wrestle, they want to see you how they saw you last week with those black bars removed!

He continues to pull at her sleeve and with his other hand starts to pull the bottom of her shirt up, making an attempt to her strip her in the ring with everyone watching. Audiences began to jeer louder at the actions of this man.

Mei was trying to fight back against this man with all of her might, but her force was clearly inferior to his, especially after being pushed onto a turnbuckle . The words "Get off of me!" could barely be heard from the further sections of the audience because Mei Long dropped the microphone. Her entire midriff was exposed, while her red laced bra was hinted. Hinted even more since her t-shirt was beginning to tear off of her body, centimeter by centimeter. Mei Long threw her legs wildly, causing a knee to gut him, but it barely brought an effect to "The Fallen Angel" as pain was never inflicted. He felt her knee into his stomach, but showed no reaction. Even though she continued to struggle, Daniels kept her cornered continuing to pull at her shirt, the fabric slowly giving way.



Just as soon as it looked like one final tug would have stripped Mei of her top, "Get Ready to Fly" is heard in the arena, followed by AJ Styles in street clothes running at full speed down the ramp and diving into the ring. He immediately pulls Daniels off Mei Long, and begins attacking him with fists of rage. Daniels takes a few hits, before somehow managing to slide under the ropes and out of the ring. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he quickly checks for blood before glaring at AJ, who is standing with his back towards Mei Long, his arms extended out to protect her in case Daniels tried anything.

On the outside of the ring, Daniels starts walking back towards the locker area, his eyes never leaving AJ's, as he yells into the ring.

"The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels:
What? I'm just having some fun with her.

AJ continues to stand between the two of them, as he eyes his former best friend, making sure he's really going to leave.

"The Phenomenal" AJ Styles:
That's not funny!

Daniels continues to yell things towards AJ as he leaves, but AJ ignores him and takes a few steps back allowing Mei Long to escape the confines of the turnbuckle area. He takes his shirt off and wraps it around her so she doesn't remain partially topless in the middle of the ring.

"The Phenomenal" AJ Styles:
Are you okay?

He can tell that she's visibly upset and shaken up, and he lowers his head looking at the ground before nodding in disbelief at what had just transpired. His eye catches the microphone, and he picks it up taking another glace at Daniels who disappears into the back. He raises it up to speak.

"The Phenomenal" AJ Styles:
Chris, I think this is the first time in all the years I've known you that I really don't even know what to think or say about what you did. Mei Long is a beautiful woman, and a very strong competitor in her division, and for you to do what you just did...It's disgusting. It's vile and disgusting and I'm not going to let you or anyone else get away with it. You wanted to cause issues between us? Well, guess what, you just bit off more than you can chew, and I hope you're happy because this is absolutely inexcusable!

AJ drops the mic and goes back to check on Mei Long as Primetime goes to a commercial break.

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[/li][li]Divas Tag Team Match - The Beautiful People ("The Dark Rose" Angelina Love & "The Undisputed Queen of Darkness" Velvet Sky) vs. "Hardcore Country" Mickie James & "The Beautiful Dragon" Mei Long -- Special Guest Commentary: "The Georgia Peach" Morgan Davis

A blues-influenced Southern rock sound with a guitar introduction made notice through the speakers, cueing the usual hisses and boos amongst the audience, and maybe some whistling along the way. The contestants in the ring all look at the stage to see who was arriving, especially Mei Long, Velvet Sky, and Angelina Love. All three with snarking looks in variation. Velvet Sky’s expression more extreme than the others.

Out comes a coffee-skinned woman, The Georgia Peach as proclaimed, strutting towards the ramp from backstage, wearing a red strapless mini-skirt and matching stilettos, letting most of cleavage pop out along the way. Her soft, ebony black curls flowing behind her. She lets her mouth open with a pout as a means of flirtation, but her mean cat eyes darted amongst everyone around her. Just to give out a certain “mug” in response to their disrespect.

The Georgia Peach evaded the ring by turning the corners and heading towards the commentary on the opposite end, immediately catching sight of the three commentators of mixed appearances. She gave herself a short wave to the commentators. Trey immediately standing up with a smile, and unsurprisingly going to chivalrous mode as he pulls out a chair for her in between him and Francine. In response, she gave a seductive smirk to Trey, giving a slight glide with her fingers to his chin before sitting down. Trey sitting down right after.

Prof. X: Welcome Ms. Davis, I think Carter would like to say it for all of us that we’re pleased to have you join us here tonight.
Morgan: Why, thank you, hon. It’s a pleasure being here with you all.
Francine: Yeah, only if he could keep his eyes from bugging out of the sockets and his tongue off the floor. Behave yourself, Carter, or I’ll tell Justice you’re out here looking at other women...
The Carter: I am on my best behavior, Franny. Morgan’s a celebrity around here! The Hot Ass Mess of the Moment has been continuing to gather rave reviews!
Morgan: I can admit. I love the way you compliment me, Trey. Turns me on a bit.
Francine: Hmph, the only ‘hot ass mess’ I see out here is YOU, Carter. Tell us, Morgan, why haven’t you put Carter here on blast?
Morgan: Well, Francine, you may never know who I pick for Hot Ass Mess. Just the mystery is what the audience has on their minds and it is all people really need to know. It could be anyone. Maybe even an executive.

Both teams speak amongst themselves deciding who is going to start this match-up and it is decided that Mickie James will represent her team and Velvet Sky will represent her team. The referee signals for the bell and Velvet flashes a cocky smile at Mickie and Mickie looks and points at the audience before signaling for Velvet to come at her with her fingers. Mickie rushes Velvet with a Roundhouse Kick that Velvet ducks underneath as she bounces around from foot to foot while laughing at Mickie's failed attempt. The men in the audience whistle at the women in the ring. Mickie nods her head as Velvet continues to smile at her cleaver dodge until she finds herself on the mat courtesy of a Thesz Press from Mickie James and the blows rain down on her head. The referee begins his five count and Mickie stops before he reaches the count of five and Mickie stands up and skips around the ring while screaming "Come On" much to the delight of the audience. Velvet stands up and shakes her hips drawing more whistles and Mickie places her hands on her hips while nodding at Velvet.

Prof. X: Hardcore Country definitely showing a strong outing here tonight. Velvet Sky has to turn this around if The Beautiful People look to win this.
Francine: One thing is certain, this isn’t looking pretty at all so far.
Carter, while eyeing Morgan adds, “Looks good to me!”

Morgan, at the commentary crosses her arms and shakes her head at Velvet’s desperate attempt to draw people in.

Mickie rushes Velvet and the two lock-up as Mickie pushes Velvet back towards the ropes and then flips her over onto the mat by the neck. The two hit the mat and rise still in the lock-up and Mickie positions herself behind Velvet with her arms wrapped around her waist but Velvet grabs the hair and then spins around and shoves Mickie off of her. Mickie chases Velvet to the ropes and grabs her hair as Velvet squeals and the referee pulls Mickie off of Velvet. Velvet taunts Mickie who rushes her and Velvet sticks her torso through the ropes but Mickie grabs the hair and pulls Velvet who screams in pain. The referee intervenes again and Mickie cooperates but grabs Velvet from behind and rolls her into a pin and Velvet quickly kicks out. Both women rise to their feet and Velvet grabs Mickie and takes her down with a Snapmare and follows through with a Shoot Kick to back of head.

Morgan: It seems Mickie James is off of her rocker today. I hope she changes her pace, like, yesterday.
Prof. X: Hardcore Country is showing a bit of a mean streak tonight.
Francine: I’d be mad if my CDs weren’t selling too.
Morgan: Oh, I did hear that her album sold plastic and wood. Shame shame. If I were Mickie James, I would cut the rope on that one. Leave the microphone alone and evacuate the building.
The Carter: Ouch, you two are making me feel bad that I actually bought a copy...
Morgan: I’m surprised it didn’t deafen you.
Francine: He doesn’t have much brain cells left, so I’d assume Fate is sparing him from that for the moment.

At commentary, Morgan and Francine have their giggles, while in the ring, Velvet pulls Mickie to her feet and whips her into the ropes and it is now Mickie's turn to duck underneath Velvet and take her down with a Snapmare. Mickie runs to the ropes and blasts Velvet in the face with a Front Dropkick. Mickie goes for another cover and Velvet kicks out at the count of two. Mickie stands up and pulls Velvet up to her feet and goes to whip to the corner but Velvet pulls through and sends Mickie into the corner and charges. Mickie counters with an elbow to the face and hops up on the turnbuckle and wraps her legs around Velvet's head. Mickie pushes up and down with a pump and then spins Velvet to the mat with a Spinning Headscissors. Mickie wastes little time and pins Velvet who manages to get her shoulder off the mat at the last possible second. Angelina paces on the ring apron willing her partner to make the tag. Mickie goes to pull Velvet up and Velvet throw a hard Forearm shot to the face and follows through with another hard shot to the face and rises to her feet and rushes Mickie and spins her around and pulls her into a Facecrusher. Velvet still shaky slowly makes her way over to her corner to tag in the anxious Angelina Love.

Morgan: Get ready, ladies and gents. The trusty sidekick has entered the ring. Let’s see what she does.
Francine: Oh I know, get more bad plastic surgery.

Angelina enter the ring and grabs Mickie's hair and begins slamming her head into the mat repeatedly before standing and lifting Mickie to her feet and following through with a Shoulder Jawbreaker. Angelina goes for the pin and Mickie kicks out at the count of two. Angelina glares angrily at the referee for what she feels is a slow count and stands erect and as she grabs at the downed Mickie James only to catch a blow to the head. Mickie rolls over and begins to rise and Angelina grabs the back of Mickie's head by the hair and pulls her up only to receive a back elbow to the face. Mickie throws another back elbow and she reaches around and pulls Angelina into a Running Bulldog. After Angelina hits the mat with a thud, Mickie goes for a weak cover and barely hooks the leg but Angelina still manages to get the shoulder up before the count of three. With both women down the referee begins counting to ten and at the count of six; Mickie rolls over and slowly begins crawling towards her corner as Angelina does the same.

Morgan: Well, someone has caught some backbone at the turnbuckle today. I’ll commend Mei Long for that. After her little “pow wow” with Mr. Clean today, I would think she would be distraught.
Prof. X: Daniels is a bad influence. I hope no GZWA Diva has the displeasure of being tainted by his negativity. Mei Long was wise to walk away from him when she did.
The Carter: I don’t see what’s Daniels’ problem with Mei’s past. Hell, I have a stack of those magazines underneath my... nevermind.
Francine: Carter, no one needs to know about your sticky fingers.
Morgan: I hope you have some of me in your stack, too, hon. Otherwise, you won’t know what you are missing.
The Carter: I have your newest spread pre-ordered already!
Morgan: Aww, that’s nice.

Mei Long hops on the corner with anticipation for the tag, Velvet hops off the ring apron and digs under the ring and pulls out a spray can and hides it behind her back as she hops back up on the ring apron. Both women make the tag simultaneously and as Mei rushes Velvet looking to build some serious momentum she is sprayed in the eyes with whatever is in the aerosol can.

Francine: What’s that? The hairspray special? Can we get the referees here some glasses if they can’t see this foul play?
The Carter: Foul play? I thought that was the only game you knew about.
Morgan: That wasn’t fair, Velveeta. I thought you knew better than that. I thought you had more class than that. Her companion on a leash seems to be playing her doggy games as usual.

The referee is distracted by Angelina who is feigning an injury and grabs his face pretending to desperately explain her injury. Velvet tosses the can out of the ring and she climbs the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as she waits for Mei to rise to her feet, and leaps off the turnbuckle only to be met with a Dropkick from Mei. The audience explodes with cheers and Mei quickly rises to her feet. Velvet regains her bearings and rises to her feet only to be met with a Bicycle Kick for Mei that sends her crashing down to the mat. Mei does not go for the pin but instead pulls Velvet to her feet and whips her into the corner and rushes her and takes her up and over with a Monkey Flip. The fans cheer as Mei spins around and raises her arms getting the crowd behind her. Mei pulls Velvet to her feet and feigns an Irish Whip and pulls her into a Back Elbow. Mei whips Velvet into the ropes and Velvet goes for a Clothesline only to meet the Dragon's Kiss (Mei quickly evades by rolling under the clothesline, and once Velvet turns to face her, she performs a strong spinning windmill kick to the face). Mei hooks the leg and the referee's hand slaps the mat three times in succession giving Mei Long the victory in this hard fought Tag Team match-up.

Morgan: Seems Velvet Sky didn’t know what hit her. I hope she won’t be that stupid at Slammiversary.
Francine: Only time will tell. Good luck though at Slammiversary. Not like you need it anyway.
Prof. X: Ms. Davis, it was a pleasure having you join us tonight. I’m sure I can speak for the rest of the GZWA Nation as we’re anxious to see more of you and the Hot Ass Mess of the Moment.
Morgan: Oh thank you so much for the opportunity. It’s has been much fun chatting here with you, and I’ll be willing to do it again.
The Carter: It won’t be the same without you out here the rest of the night.
Francine: Oh quit it, Carter. We all know you’ll be a singing a different tune if Justice comes out here.

Morgan laughs after putting down the headset, enjoying the humiliation that Velvet Sky easily suffered, and was enough to build her own momentum.

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[/li][li]Roode completely dressed in his jeans and T, storms down to the ring, no music, just up the stairs, into the ring, he grabs a mic and begins pacing as he speaks almost incoherently.

"I...I've just about had it, I've had a week, to think all this over, to re word my own thoughts, to get myself, BACK into the process of talk, work, talk work, and I just can't, I'm so pissed, a FREAKING WEDDING! A Wedding, HERE in this RING.."

Roode begins furiously walking laps around the ring, smacking each and every turnbuckle corner, not stopping after one lap, he keeps walking round and round.

"The Undertaker, and Velvet Sky, a WEDDING, as if we've not had enough of those in this business, but with The Phenom!? I wanted, I tried, I asked, I begged for a qualifying match, I didn't get one, big freaking deal, I wanted the match to screw over Taker, there, my plan's been found out, but now, now, for almost a month, The Undertaker has been a damn mute about me, acting as if I don't even exist, so he HAS A FREAKING WEDDING!"

Roode stops his laps and takes a deep breath, he wipes his face and runs his fingers through his hair, speaking once again, but in a calmly manner.

"Doing it the old fashioned way didn't work, calling out The Undertaker, didn't work, asking for a match, did not work, what's there left to do? I would never talk about another man's woman.."

Roode smiles to himself, a shit eating grin, devious and smug, he just nods and shrugs.

"But Velvet Sky, when you married the Undertaker in a wrestling ring, and you picked up the cheesy over played darkness mumbo jumbo, you lost the one thing that made you a woman. Your dignity, and because of that, I think you could very easily go back to turning tricks in that other company, because we all know that's all your really good for. I mean your wrestling career has been pretty lackluster to say the least, and the only thing that was good about you on tv was the fact you rubbed your crotch on the ropes, probably giving the ropes some form of rare STD, that only you could have picked up.."

Roode turns around and scopes the entire area, the crowd, continuing his speech, but staying on the look out.

"Hell, you really enjoy being on your knees so much, i'm right here baby!"

Suddenly, the lights had went out around the entire arena. Everything was quiet, not a sound was made. Sure, you'd think that with as much people as there is in the crowd tonight that there ought to be someone screaming and shouting, but there wasn't. Instead, the arena remained in it's pitch black state for about thirty seconds or so.

Just when Roode had least expected it, a deep chilling voice could be heard throughout the P.A. System. Judging by the the devilish sound, it was quite obvious who was speaking at the moment, but how Roode was going to take it, was unknown at this point. However, that wouldn't stop The Deadman from speaking on his behalf.

"Bobby....Roode!....If I were you, I wouldn't get yourself mixed in something you have no business being apart of in the first place..... You better watch what you say...because if you value your soul....you'd keep quiet..... You can try to make a name for yourself from my expense but when you fail miserably, your failures will remain with you for the rest of your life....As for now, you will pay dearly for what has been said and done......"

With that being said, quietness returned to the room. It confused the audience because they didn't quite understand what he meant when he said that Bobby Roode would pay for what he had said earlier. However, it was revealed to him what he meant after a ten seconds has passed and the lights returned back to their normal state. All that could be seen was Bobby Roode laying there, knocked out cold.

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[/li][li]CM Punk's drops his "bomb" on GZWA

The sound of Cult of Personality fills the air as the live audience is up on their feet at the arrival of CM Punk. He takes a moment to soak in the chants and cheers from the crowd before raising the microphone to his lips.



CM Punk: You know, I've had all week to think about this. To sign up as a GZWA Superstar and take all of the good and bad that goes with it. Maybe you guys can help me weigh in on both sides.

Let's start with the good, shall we?

- You guys would get to see my smiling face on a regular basis, instead of in your poorly written fanfics and fantasies... or on that other company.

- I get to meet back up with some old friends, make a few news one, start some amazing feuds, and even a WrestleMania moment, or twenty.

- We'll finally see those CM Punk ice cream bars see the light of day!

- Someone can finally convince Xion Zeros and some of other 'confused' GZWA Superstars and Divas to take up the Straight-Edge lifestyle.

- All of the kids in attendance here and watching around the world at home will FINALLY have a positive role model to look up to in GZWA.

Of course, there's a LOT more, but I'm keeping this short for the sake of argument.

Now for the bad...

- I'd have to censor myself for Xion Zeros. Really not liking that one.

- If I get underneath Mr. Zeros' skin, I could find myself jobbing to sandwich... Or the next wannabe Goldberg/Lesnar powerhouse hybrid that this company is pushing as the next breakout star...

- There's more people on this roster that can't hold a candle to my shadow, let alone to me, than actual challenges to overcome.

I dunno guys, I'm still not convinced on which side of the fence to side with. Hmm, maybe I should speak with someone who really knows the landscape and scope of GZWA and tell me and all of you what's GZWA REALLY like?

CM Punk looks surprised as Put Your Lips To The TV begins to play as Dean Maddoxxx appears from backstage wearing Punk's Nexus T Shirt.



First off, let me start by saying 'Welcome To GZWA, CM Punk.' C'mon people! Let's hear it for Punk!

The crowd cheers loudly for CM Punk as he nods in approval, allowing Maddoxxx to continue.

Maaaaan I never thought in a million years that I would get to meet one of my biggest idols, and to be honest here guys, one of the VERY reasons why I ever got into a wrestling ring in the first place. CM Punk, you sir truly are not only an innovator, but an inspiration to ME as well as every future wrestler and above all else -- and you said it yourself, the Voice of the Voiceless.

Which is kind of why I'm out here and sorry for the interruption by the way....but you said something last week about the GZWA roster being...vocal. And I want you to know first hand -- in fact, I want EVERYONE here to know first hand that I'm gonna be the one to break the silence around here with much deserved camera time....and a LIVE microphone in my hand.

Y'know, I wanna take a minute and be serious for a moment and and get some things off my chest if I may...

All throughout my professional career, I thought I was living the dream. I thought I had finally put all this training, all this hard work, all this molding and shaping my image into something...useful in my life. I thought I was finally becoming somebody that you fans can call a hero, an inspiration.

So I said to myself 'Why not, you've got nothing to lose' when I got that phone call to start working here. You have all these athletes in the locker room who deserve nothing but my upmost respect for paving the way for young guys like myself.....and then you have all the big time names with all the accolades and endorsements that all the money in the world can buy.

And I know what you're thinking right now: What does all this have to do with YOU, Maddoxxx?

Well.....I'll tell you. You see, I represent all the loyalists, all the men and the women who've been here killing themselves every single week for the same damn company since DAY DAMN ONE who don't get their fair share of shine.

Wanna know why that is? It's because for SOME reason, homegrown talent apparently just don't have enough Star Power to get the ratings up. Sure, we get a little window of TV time or get picked to be someone's punching bag to put the other guy over,but what do we get in return? We get unceremoniously SHOVED back into the depths Midcard Hell, where you little to NO AIRTIME WHATSOEVER by the owner of this here company, XION ZEROS......but in this case, we'll just gonna call him 'Z'.

But this goes way back, WAYY back when there was no such thing as GZWA. This goes back to a little company called ZXWWF. Some of you may remember that name. Hell, Z knows for DAMN sure about that name.

Back then, I was the crowned King of the Lightweights. NOBODY could stop my rise to fame, not even The Phenomenal AJ Styles. I was in what many said was one of the best rivalries ever with the man who calls himself The Modern Warrior, Gabriel Wingue. We ripped it up, we put it back together and said 'to hell with it' and ripped it even harder. Ask him yourself. He'll probably tell you the same damn thing. Go ask Victor Phillips! He'll tell you! -chuckle-...You could even ask Z himself. Even HE can't deny it, AND YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T!

I'M A MULTI TIME LIGHTWEIGHT CHAMPION, INTERCONTINENTIAL CHAMPION, 2007 RIOT CONTROL WINNER, DAMMIT!! I DESERVE RESPECT!!

ANY way you look at it, I was on top of the world.....that is, until I came to THIS place.

Because of me moving to better horizons, "greener grass" as they call it, my legacy in this sport, this industry, this BULLSH.T FILLED POLITICAL HAZING has now been tarnished. And it's been that way for a long, LONG time.

Take a REAL good look at The System doing it's work, people! THIS is what it churns out after you get comfortable with your surroundings: a mere husk of our former selves, thanks to people like Z, who really is a POWER-HUNGRY, SLEAZY SON--

-Mic cut-

Xion Zeros walks out to join them onstage with a microphone in hand. He applauds Maddoxxx as he stands in front of Maddoxxx and CM Punk.

ZX: I think that's enough... I was REALLY wondering when your balls were going to grow back after having them shoved down Amanda's throat, and now Justice's, so long as part of The Fallen. Y'know, that's the perfect name for that group, isn't it? "How the 'mighty' have fallen" should be printed on your T-Shirts or something.

But no, I'm not going to run your little rag-tag posse into the ground verbally, but instead, I'm going to reward you. You've opened my eyes. Maybe I should give guys like you more opportunities to regain that former glory...

CM Punk interrupts, "Whatcha gonna do, Z? Reward him with a squash match against Kane after the cameras go off?"

ZX rolls his eyes behind his shades, "No, and if you would stop rudely interrupting me, I would get to the point. Maddoxxx, I'm naming you as the last Superstar to have the chance to challenge for Genesis' Television Championship. You want to pull yourself out of this so-called pit of despair? Then go the distance, and prove me and all of these damn people that you still have what it takes to hang with the big boys or was all of this hot air you've been blowing tonight just more truck loads of shit like the prescription Punk has for his tongue."

At that moment, Maddoxxx raises his microphone to accept but Punk speaks first.

"Of course, he accepts and I'm going to drop a bomb on you, Z."

CM Punk tosses the contract signed and approved to make him officially part of the GZWA roster. It lands neatly at Xion's feet.

"But Z, before you and ALL of these people mark out -- You didn't just hire CM Punk the WRESTLER, as that's not what I'm here to do in GZWA. I'm not going to waste my talents with your wannabes and lackluster performers dying to get in the ring with me just to attempt to make a name for themselves by association with my name being attached to one of their matches. No, that contract I just signed that I had approved by the Board of Directors and my lawyers allows me to say and do what I what, when I want, but as long I don't touch any of your precious Superstars or Divas if I'm not provoked first. Long story short, you've just hired CM Punk the career MANAGER. And I'm going to lend my services to the career of this young upstart named, Dean Maddoxxx here."

ZX: It's a pleasure doing business with you, Punk. But I'm positive that it's only a matter of time, you breach your own little contract here and find yourself dying for a piece of the competition here.

Nah, I'm good, thanks. I heard most of the competition is still trying to get rid of those STDs that you've been handing off to all of the Divas in the back...

CM Punk and Maddoxxx leave the GZWA Owner visibly fuming as they've clearly gotten what they both came out here for tonight.

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[/li][li]Main Event: King of the Mountain Match for GZWA Heavyweight Championship Final Qualifier - First to Fall Fatal 4 Way - "The Phenom" The Undertaker (w/ "The Undisputed Mistress of Darkness" Velvet Sky) vs. "Meta" Mike Bradley vs. "The Phenomenal" AJ Styles vs. "The Bloody Mary" Kat -- With Special Guest Commentary: GZWA Heavyweight Champion "GZWA's Elite" Alkertraz

The bell rings to start the match with all of the competition working together on the Deadman first. The Deadman isn't going down without a fight as he levels both the incoming Kat and Mike Bradley with a double clothesline and proceeds with a pending Big Boot to The Phenomenal One. Styles ducks the boot, hits the ropes and rebounds with a dropkick that sends the Deadman reeling onto the ropes. Mike Bradley leaps over the ropes, connecting with a rope-assisted neckbreaker that leaves the Deadman down and out on the canvas. The Bloody Mary shows her worth in the match next, connecting with a diving headbutt. With the Deadman rolling out of the ring to get his bearings, Mike Bradley, AJ Styles, and Kat all stare down as the crowd cheers them on as they know this temporary truce is coming to an end.

Surprisingly, Kat makes the first move, kicking Bradley in the gut and positioning him for an Impaler DDT. Styles closes in with a flying forearm, but Kat ducks it and connects with an impressive simultaneous Implaer DDT on Bradley and Modified Neckbreaker on AJ Styles.

Francine: And here people were saying that this little Kitty-Kat was going to be the weakest player in this match.
Prof. X: Kat's been here since GZWA started, it's about time to see her come out of her shell.
The Carter: That may be true, but I wouldn't count the Superstars out of the match yet. The Deadman is still the most dangerous Superstar in this match.

Brushing her dark hair from her eyes, Kat covers AJ Styles.

One...
Two...
NO!!

Mike Bradley stomps Kat's spine after Styles gets the shoulder up. He shakes off the cobwebs before stomping her ankle repeatedly and dragging her off of Styles' body with an Ankle Lock. Kat quickly rolls her hips and kicks him off to release the hold. Bradley reels into the ropes, and rebounds with a Brooklyn Bridge (Spear into a Bridging Pin), with his body quickly transitioning into a bridging pin after impact.

One...
Two...
Th--NO!!!

Kat barely gets the shoulder up. Styles drags Bradley to his feet in a front headlock, but Bradley shoves him into the corner with a shoulder thrust to free himself. Mike Bradley somersaults backwards to get some spacing before connecting with a Shining Wizard into the corner.

CM Punk is shown backstage watching the monitor, shaking his head as Bradley goes for the follow-up running bulldog out of the corner but Styles counters by forcefully shoving Bradley out of the corner. Bradley is quick to rise back to his feet, only into the pending Discus Clothesline from the Phenomenal One. Styles wastes no time in dragging Bradley into position for the Styles Clash, but notices Kat incoming with the Broken Mirrors (Springboard Roundhouse Kick). He shoves Bradley out of the way to give himself room to evade. Before Kat could recover, Styles capitalizes with a Rack Bomb (Backbreaker Rack dropped into a Powerbomb). Bradley closes on the offensive, only for Styles to connect with a Pele Kick from out of nowhere.

Alkertraz: Now what were you two saying about Kat taking this? Looks like AJ Styles about to graduate from playing around with the TV title and into the big leagues with a win here.

With Bradley and Kat down, Styles positions them both close together before stepping out onto the ring apron. AJ Styles leaps up for a springboard back into the ring for a Springboard 450 Splash to finish them off, but the Deadman rises up to pull Styles' down to ringside.

Prof. X: Looks like Styles has hell to pay. The Deadman is definitely back into this match!

The Undertaker then drops him down onto the guard railing with a modified Snake Eyes before following up with a Running Big Boot. Kat is first back to her feet, noticing the Deadman's return back into this match. Rebounding from the ropes, she races to make a suicide dive out of the ring but Mike Bradley stops her in her tracks with a quick T-Bone Suplex to the canvas. Bradley then cuts loose with a spinning headstand before dropping a leg drop over Kat's throat as he hooks her leg again into a pin attempt.

One...
Two...
NO!!

Kat desperately kicks out of the pin attempt but Bradley slaps her across the face out of frustration. The Deadman attempts to drag Bradley to his feet, but the Boston-born native shows no fear, greeting the Deadman with a jawbreaker before kipping up to his feet. Bradley quickly races over to the ropes and springboards with a Tornado DDT while the Deadman was still reeling. Bradley connects with a Front-flip Leg Drop before covering the Deadman in a pin attempt.

One...
Two...
NO!!

The Undertaker powers out, sending Bradley across the ring with his head hanging under the ropes. The Undertaker rises to his feet and steps out onto the ring apron, connecting with a guillotine leg drop. Stepping back into the ring, the Deadman is attacked by the Phenomenal One taking flight with a Diving Cross Body. The Deadman catches him mid-air into a chokeslam position. The Undertaker elevates Styles overhead, but the Bloody Mary strikes with a successful Broken Mirrors (Springboard Roundhouse Kick) to the back of the Deadman's head. This causes him to double over and Styles takes control of the momentum, using it to drive the Undertaker into the canvas with a thunderous DDT.

Kat quickly strikes with the Element 115 (Full Nelson Bulldog) as Styles is slow to rise back to his feet. Stomping her foot like her mentor, Mariah, in preparation for the Bleeding Heart (Yakuza Kick) as she stalks the waking AJ Styles. The Bloody Mary closes in for the kill -- but Styles evades the blow and replies with a Pele Kick.

While Kat slumps into the corner in a daze, while Bradley springboards back into the action with a dropkick. Again, Styles has an answer to the offense, slapping the kick away. Bradley staggers to his feet and is quick to greet Styles with a slap to the face. AJ Styles answers with sharp stinging chop to the chest of Bradley. He adds a kick to the back of his shins for good measure before delivering a Snap Suplex to the canvas. Styles steps out to the canvas once more and leaps back into the ring with a Springboard 450 Splash. Bradley defends with his knees up as Styles crashes and burns.

Laughing it up at Styles' mistake, Bradley stalks his prey for an application of the Meta Theory (Rear Naked Choke). To the crowd's surprise, Damien Sandow races through the crowd and leaps over the barricade. Bradley sees him at the last second and spins around to try to knock him off of the ring apron. Sandow leaps down to the floor, connecting with a rope-assisted jawbreaker on Bradley. The disoriented Boston-native walks into the crosshairs of The Undertaker, who is more than happy to oblige with a Tombstone Piledriver.

Sandow stands at ringside and counts with the referee:

One...
Two...
Three!!

Sandow: You're welcome.

Alkertraz: Not the way I was looking to see this one end at all.
Francine: Thank you, Sandow. I was getting sick of Motor Mouth anyway...
The Carter: Well, this does give him more time with that hot wife of his and newborn child...
Prof. X: I doubt that, Bradley has to be flaming mad after Sandow's cost him the opportunity of a lifetime.

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[/li][li]The bell has only just rung and referee Earl Hebner hasn't even raised the hand of The Undertaker when "My Time" blasts through the PA system. All of the participants in the ring look around at one another, knowing full well who this is and why she is coming out now.

Justice walks out on stage, mic in hand and waving to the crowd and smiling. There are some boos, some cheers, some "Show us your boobs" chants along with "Get lost bimbo" chants.

Good evening, lords and ladies. It is now that time of the evening that you all have been waiting for. My choice for who will fill the now vacant slot in the title match at Slammiversary.

Justice looks down at the ring with a very insincere pout.

I apologize, Mike Bradley but there is little I can do about the outcome of this particular match. All I am able to do is fill the hole in the title match that ZX has created with this little farce of a match.

Mike Bradley brightens up and looks at Justice expectantly.

No, I will NOT be re-inserting you into the match. You lost, sorry about your luck. You see, there is another oversight perpetrated by our wonderful founder a long time ago. When we started this company together, he promised ME the World Heavyweight Title; yet another promise that he failed to make good on.

So today, I am here to announce that I will be competing for the World Heavyweight Championship alongside the rest of you.

The wrestlers look on in shock as the fans start to boo.

I have only one question remaining for all of you...

How scared are you right now?

With a smug look on her face, Justice stands at the top of the ramp, staring down at her competition as tonight's Primetime as come to an end.

The cameras briefly show a glimpse of the commentary table as The Carter has taken off his headset and overcoat, showing off his custom-made T-Shirt as he starts his own personal series of "YES! YES! YES!" chants while Francine is visibly facepalming.

Prof. X: What a blockbuster announcement! Justice has inserted herself into the GZWA World Heavyweight Championship match at Slammiversary! What aces does the Voluptuous Vixen have up her sleeves for this match? That's all the time we have tonight, folks. Tune in to ReAction on GZWA.com!

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[Maddoxxx]

Get somebody's mama to call yo' mama's mama, MADDOXXX IS BACK!