Post by Xion Zeros on Oct 16, 2012 4:29:42 GMT -5
[shadow=black,left,300]Official GZWA Primetime Theme - : I Want It All / We Will Rock You [Mash-Up] - Queen (feat. Armageddon)
Recorded Date: October 12, 2012
Air Date: October 16, 2012[/shadow]
Dean Maddoxxx is playing CM Punk’s advanced copy of WWE ‘13 while Punk is on the couch taking a nap. Maddoxxx takes a moment to pause from the game to check Twitter and the GZWA homepage on his phone.
Maddoxxx: Yo, Punker, you need to check out this crazy shit that the GZWA kids are doing...
CM Punk: (Groans) What now? Xion Zeros is the father to another chick’s kid?
Maddoxxx: That's not exactly a secret in his case, but no man, it's even BETTER than that. Get this: Apparently Mariah’s been made the new interim commissioner while Cena The Last Boy Scout and Botch Lesnar followed you to GZWA from that castle ‘up north’. Seriously??
Punk: Don’t sugarcoat it. They followed me here from Vince’s ‘kingdom’ AKA WWE. I guess they had their fill of the entertainment just like I did.
Maddoxxx: And... of course, Genesis just HAD to put his little two-cents in about why you’re here with us and how he retained at Slammiversary. For a guy who looks like a strung out bike club poser, he sure has a lot to say when we're not standing right in front of him.
Punk: (Sighs) Imitation is the most extreme level of respect, but if he wants a pipebomb then I’m going to turn off his Foreman Grill and set off a nuke.
Punk sits up on the couch and looks directly at the camera.
CM Punk: You can try to push my buttons all you want, Brandon. I’m not going to bite for your bait. You can insult Maddoxxx here, my countless flings and girlfriends -- old and current, my wrestling past and future, but let’s get something straight. You and I have a lot of similarities - the big mouth, the hunger for competition, and a laundry list of achievements that could only be compared to the careers of the immortal Hulk Hogan and the Nature Boy himself. But that’s where the similarities stop.
Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am CM Punk. I am the Voice of the Voiceless, the Terrorist of Truths, the Savior of Professional Wrestling... But most importantly, I am Straight-Edge, meaning I am drug free and alcohol free. Straight-Edge means I’m better than YOU. I walked out of WWE not once, but TWICE with their most prestigious title since there wasn’t a single Superstar who could hold a candle to my legacy. Even without all of the 11 Championship wins, I have carried several promotions on my shoulders just with the power of my voice. People have followed in my footsteps and have shared my vision. I am a Celestial Being within the universe of professional wrestling and my legend will continue to live on long after we are all dead and buried.
What are you then, Brandon? A so-called ‘rising star’ like the rest of minor specks of cosmic dust that could only dream of etching a permanent place among the stars with legends such as myself. Given your record of arriving and leaving across several companies over the years, I have a more accurate definition of what you are - a disease. You arrive into a company, obtain a few minor successes for yourself without any concern for others, only to watch the promotion die as a result or you take your ball and go home when things don’t go your way. You then move on to the next promotion to repeat the cycle. Look at the history books, TNB died shortly after you signed on, XWA you joined and ran for the hills after not getting what you wanted. Brandon couldn’t have his way and feld GCW and APW after he couldn’t get what he wanted. Then you arrived at ZXWWF where you hit paydirt... You did just like many wrestlers did at the time and took advantage of Mr. Zeros’ naive nature. ZXWWF died out too but you managed to win the precious Money In The Bank briefcase at the final show before majority of the roster migrated to the United Farm Workers of America... err UFWA.
Punk looks to Maddoxxx, “They SERIOUSLY didn’t look up that acronym before they named that place?”
Maddoxxx: The hell were they promoting? PIG WRASSLIN? Oh yeah, man. That's MONEY.
Punk continues, “Tell us, Brandon, how big of a star would you be if Xion wasn’t in charge, hmm? But, no you and so many others don’t want to think about that possibility since they are more afraid of getting on his bad side and finding themselves on the next episode of Primetime jobbing to sandwich... Wassup, Psycho Sagus?
Now who knows, maybe kissing Xion’s ass is a great thing. It seems to work for a LOT of people. Look at the careers of Raven, Cheeka, and Samuel Chatman. Raven and Cheeka was keeping him happy banging him behind closed doors and Raven managed to run out of ZXWWF with several Vixen Championship title reigns while Cheeka held the company by the jockstrap before losing gas and falling on her face. Poor Sammy didn’t work as hard as the girls and only managed a Gen-NeXt title reign before the company’s end. Would these careers be as ‘stellar’ in a non-Xion controlled environment? I doubt it.
They are just like you, Brandon. Without Xion’s training wheels, Mariah's fire up your ass, and their combined sippy cup of pity juice, you’re nothing. You’re just filler until the next big thing comes walking through the door. And no we’re not talking about Lesnar. In this case, I doubt it’s going to have bigger knockers than Justice... Unlike my career, yours has an expiration date. It's sooner than you think when you run out of people to make you relevant in this business.
And when the big wigs and the fans are ready for you to be discarded like yesterday’s garbage, you will see that my vision is still alive and kicking in this business continuing to fuel it to thrive and benefit for decades to come. Spoiled brats calling themselves wrestlers like you are blind to see the fruits of my vision. Dean Maddoxxx is the first of my children to see the light at the end of the tunnel and join me down this path of righteousness to cleanse this company of the disease that wrestlers like you have left stains of filth in your wake.
Removing you as the Television Champion is merely the first step.
Maddoxxx: Haha, hey Genesis, here's a little bit of news for you: NO ONE wants to see you parade around with something you can't obviously handle. And that's being a CHAMPION. The world wants to see a guy who's won championships left and right since he stepped foot in this joint when it was a different name.
They wanna see a guy who can put asses into seats, scars on their brain and most of all, REAL controversy. The world wants to see ME, Dean Maddoxxx, as the TV champion.
And since we're on the topic of controversy, let me start by saying that you're no more controversial than a wet steamy brown bag of shit compared to what me and Punk here have been through in this business. Because when it comes down to the wire, it's guys like you who make it incredibly hard for LEGIT talent like US to survive.
There's gonna come a time where you'll be laying in a pool of your own blood with me standing over you which will let the world know that once and for all, the difference between a LEGIT wrestler and a 1000% straight up FRAUD. I've said it before, and you're damn right I'm gonna say it again: I WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN. And trust me, dear boy......my day of redemption is coming sooner than you think.
Tick Tock, Brandon. Tick Tock...
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Fast forward to the present -- Genesis stormed into the arena and began looking around for Mariah. Asking camera crews, referee's, security and other GZWA personnel on her whereabouts. Not long after this. Genesis finally locates MiMi's locker room. He furiously knocks on the door and yells:
Genesis: "Mariah!!! Open up! We've got something to discuss right now! Do not make me kick this door down, I'm not in the mood for your games woman!"[/color]
Mariah opens her locker room door nonchalant, holding tonight's schedule in hand.
Mariah: Oh, it's you. Settle down, Vegeta. I thought I made it obvious on ReAction and on the phone last weekend that I'm NOT your woman. I have a name dammit and I'd appreciate you call me by it please. Besides, shouldn't you be french kissing your old flame for more luck for your match tonight?
Genesis starts laughing. So THAT is what this whole mess is all about?? As he replied.
Genesis: "Maryse huh? Look, I'm not gonna stand here and try to lie out of it. Big deal toots! We kissed. We made-out. Who knows, for all the IWC have fed to your pea-sized brain. We could've done a whole lot more. The problem I have is this "Mariah"."[/color]
Genesis replied in a sarcastic tone of voice, using finger quotations. All the 'sweet talk' has been thrown out the window between these two apparently.
Genesis: "That you're abusing your position of power. You're taking a personal issue that is clearly between the two of us, and Maryse. Using this as a way to throw your weight around and throw me and her into situations that we shouldn't be in the first place. Like c'mon! A GAUNTLET match!? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? I just came from defending my title in a King of the Mountain. I was the ONLY wrestler to even retain his championship on that event. Do you know how hard that was? And on top of that. I had to deal with CM Punk's mouth too. Now, I come to the arena only to find out that you've scheduled me to compete in this!? Seriously Mariah... what the
Look... I'm gonna give you one last chance to make this right. So that we can forget about all this and move forward. Just, switch the match around. Let me face one of the three participants. Better yet, I'll take the night off and those three guys can smack each other around for a shot at my title. C'mon babe... remember what we had before? Do the right thing."[/color]
Mariah bursts out laughing hysterically. She eventually calms down, wiping a tear from her eye before commenting.
Mariah:"Abusing my power? Maybe... but I'm having too much and the Board of Directors along with Z likes my ideas for tonight's show. As much hatred as you and Phillip have between each other, there's one thing that you two have in common -- that big mouth that seems to never know when and where to keep shut.
You're a big boy, Brandon, and before Slammiversary you were boasting about how you weren't being challenged at Slammiversary, so put your money where your mouth is and lace up those boots. You got not one, not two, but three challenges, so do what a champion does and go out there and prove to these people why the hell are you holding that title.
Or the other option is, sit back in your locker room and wait on that pink slip and solidify the rumors in on the dirtsheets that you ARE a transitional champion, just like that role of transitional boyfriend you seem to be accustomed to.
Genesis shook his head. He couldn't believe what Mariah just said to him. After some quick thinking. He laughed, and decided to give 'MiMi' a piece of his mind before letting her go back to fantasy booker land.
Genesis: "First of all. How dare you call me a transitional champion! I've had this belt longer than any other wrestler in this league. The only person that has held the TV title besides myself is AJ Styles. Who held it only for a cup of coffee. Ya know, about as long as your wedding to Xion. Easy to relate to that analogy, huh? Ya wanna know why I've held the belt for this long? Because not one person on this roster can touch me! Whether its in the ring. On the microphone. Hell babe, even on color commentary. I am that damn good at what I do every single week. Calling me a "transitional boyfriend" doesn't hurt me... when in all reality? You were never my girlfriend to begin with."[/color]
The fans start to ohhhh and ahhhh. Watching this mellow-dramatic, Days of our Lives'ish moment go down backstage.
Genesis: "Fact is, and Maryse can tell you this herself to your face. She and I? Never split up in the first place. She was waiting for the perfect time and place to arrive. Just so that we could have our fun, at your expense Mariah. You see, a part of me did grow fond of you. I'll admit that. But did I ever really love you? The short answer is no. When all was said and done. You were just a pawn in our game of chess. I knew that with you by my side. Like Xion before me, I would have the right kind of publicity and public power, to ascend here in GZWA. I'll admit, your a marketable name. With that, comes great publicity, image and power. So once I was done with you. Using all that to my advantage? We decided it was time to pull the trigger.
So yeah. Maybe I gave you that kiss for good luck against Cheeka. Don't mistake that kiss for passion. It was simply the kiss of death from me to you. But did you ever stop and wonder why all the ones you once cared about. Are dropping like flies? Lets face it. Your impossible Mariah. Cheeka couldn't stand you. So she took your block off, and showed you no mercy at Slammiversary. Gee, I wonder who put her up to it? *evil laugh*
I used you emotionally and used those emotions to get what I wanted out of you. Now? All you have is your new position. What happens when you lose it, Mariah? Because sooner or later. Your power is gonna be gone, and you will be reduced to nothing! Especially... if myself and Maryse have anything to say about it.
So, just for your entertainment value. On second thought. I'll wrestle in the gauntlet match tonight as planned. But if I win? If I single handily conquer and destroy Bobby Roode, Christopher Daneils and Dean Maddoxxx. I want you to come down to ringside. Raise my hand in victory. Take back everything you said about me being a "transitional" champion. Then... haha. THIS is where it gets good! I want you to declare to the world. That I am the best champion to ever grace the hallowed halls of G...Z...W...A!"[/color]
Mariah surprisingly applauds him for his words.
Mariah: You can put on that smug look for the fans and the cameras, but we both know the truth. Maryse has been off and on here in GZWA at least a grand total of four times before officially lasting more than a single match here - let alone showing any shred of affection towards you until she saw me with you. So you can lie in my face saying what we had wasn't anything, then so be it. I'll gladly take back those words the second you defeat all three of those Superstars without a single cheap shot or ace up your sleeve that just happens to tend things into your favor. These people don't want to see bullshit. There's enough that coming out every time you and Phillip open your mouths around here. These people want to see wrestling. I'm expecting you to deliver, champ, 'cause you never could keep my engine going all night anyway...
Genesis: "Well, that's probably because your 'engine' was always broke down. You were in some serious need of lubrication from all that rust. Not even your little friend with the double A batteries could get a charge out of you. Even the batteries were begging for mercy from all that acid leakage. Food for thought, but maybe you should go see a gynecologist. Only looking out for your own hygiene, Mariah. Ha!"[/color]
Gen. left the scene from here. Leaving Mariah alone to dwell in her own self-humiliation. She set herself up for that last bit perfectly. While Genesis cunningly ignoredf the comments regarding Maryse and her prior appearances. Needless to say, this "Love Triangle" is far, far from over.
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A few minutes before her match starts, Amanda is shown as she leaves her locker room. She's already dressed in her ring gear, a tattered jeans, a small white top and some steel capped boots. As she leaves her room, she shoves her brass knux into her hip pocket and a vicious smile comes into her face. She lights a cigarette and now she starts to walk into the direction of the parking lot to get her Harley. As she reaches her bike she sits down on it and throws away her cigarette, but before she starts it she hesitates for a moment.
~Amanda~
Damn, I really don't see any fucking reason why to face Cheeka in such a match. Ok, she fucked up and destroyed my sister at the PPV and I should be out for revenge, but in some way I really don't give a fuck. Damn, it was even cool what she did to Mariah and so there's no fucking reason for this stupid revenge.
She still sits on her Harley and is pretty relaxed, even though it could become a really hard fight for her.
~Amanda~
Haha, I should even congratulate her for her great win and for the cool actions she showed. Ok, it has been my sister who has been on the receiving end, but I wouldn't blame Cheeka for this. Mariah should have known what awaits her and if she's so fucking stupid to step into the ring against Chee, then it's her own fault. That really shouldn't be my problem. If she wants some revenge then she should try to get some, but not with my help. Fuck no.
For a moment it looks like she would get down from her bike again and go back to her locker room, but then she decides to do something else.
~Amanda~
But anyway, I get paid for it and these fucking fans wanna see a massacre, so I give them what they want ....
Now she starts her Harley and drives off to the location of her match.
[li]Street Fight - "The Goddess" Amanda Cortez (w/ "Tattooed Beauty" Laura Jackson) vs. "The Latina Loca" Cheeka
The match starts off with Amanda and Cheeka staring down. Total silence between the two Divas before Referee Jacqueline Moore signals for the opening bell the start this soon-to-be bloodbath.
Prof. X: Ladies and gentlemen, we’d hate to start with this match first, but after the carnage we’ve seen these two vicious vixens unleashed at Slammiversary, you can be sure they won’t be pulling any punches here tonight.
Francine: I have my barf-bag on standby...
The Carter: I dunno, it’s pretty damn hot that these chicks can kick ass and look good doing it...
Francine: I’m no stranger to the types of these matches myself, but really Carter do you have any standards. Imagine the tolls that damage like that does to a woman’s body... Scratch that, a vegetable is totally up your alley.
Smiling widely, Cheeka shoves Amanda and then taps her chin, offering the first blow to The Goddess. Amanda quickly answers with a punch to Cheeka’s gut, causing the Latina Loca to double over, allowing Amanda to follow up with a DDT to the canvas. Amanda dusts her hands off before instructing Laura to toss a weapon into the ring as Cheeka kips up to her feet and plants a leaping Double Knee Backbreaker to the unsuspecting Amanda. Laura slides in a chair to aid Amanda but Cheeka stops it with her foot, batting a smile back at Laura.
The Carter: Oh my, this is going to get ugly earlier than I thought...
Sliding the steel chair underneath Amanda’s chin it looked as Cheeka was looking to repeat the damage inflicted upon Amanda’s elder sister, Mariah, at Slammiversary. Cheeka springboards from the nearby ropes with a Moonsault Double Stomp to the grounded Goddess -- or so she thought as Amanda is dragged out of harm’s way by Laura to the outside of the ring. No matter, the Latina Loca has other plans. Cheeka hits the ropes and makes a suicide dive out of the ring. Amanda is shown grabbing something out of Laura’s jeans pocket before shoving her out of the way to intercept the pending Cheeka. Amanda nails her mid-dive with a shot from her brass knuckles, causing Cheeka to hang awkwardly between the ropes. Amanda then stands on the ring apron, reeling Cheeka into a headlock before diving her down to the floor in a very unorthodox piledriver.
Prof. X: My God, is Amanda trying to send Cheeka to hospital to join Carnage?
Francine: Maybe somewhere deep down in that twisted brain of hers, she really does want to revenge for what Cheeka did to her sister.
The Carter: I’m not ruling out the possibility that Amanda just likes to beat people up.
Amanda drags her to her feet before Irish whipping her into the steel steps. Cheeka reverses the momentum and sends Amanda into the corner post, causing Amanda’s skull to bounce off the steel. While Amanda perched against the corner post and ring apron, Cheeka arms herself with another steel chair from underneath the ring. Cheeka swings and misses -- as The Goddess slides into the ring to escape from harm’s way. Amanda arms herself with the chair in the ring and invites Cheeka to join her. Cheeka is reluctant at first until Amanda leans against the turnbuckle and immediately drops the act as Cheeka attempted to climb through the ropes. Cheeka drops back down, cautiously plotting her next move. Cheeka stands on the ring apron and tosses her chair at Amanda as she closes in. Amanda bats it back towards her as she climbs through the ropes and Cheeka catches it with grace as she’s safely back into the ring.
The crowd is up on their feet as the two Divas are face to face, armed to the teeth with steel chairs. As Cheeka and Amanda had chairs ready to hit each other Laura come in between them.
Laura Jackson: STOP!!!
With that the pair stopped and looked at her.
Listen what the the hell are you doing? I mean seriously is this worth it? I mean what the hell is this achieving? You think anyone in management give a shit about this match or about us? I mean look at us. Three of the most talented here in this god forgiven company and we are put into the opening match like we are as green as houseplant.
Both Cheeka and Amanda kind of looked at each other like they were unsure how to be with that.
You know what? I say this since they don’t respect us or our ability then I say fuck management and we take things by force. What I’m saying is you two can bash your brains in with those chairs or we use our brains and take over this place and force them to realize what they have. You know it makes sense. C'mon think about it, I wouldn’t be saying this if I didn't think we'd have a shot at this.
Amanda nodded she knew Laura would never one for BS she was a straight shooter. She lowered her chair and looked at Laura. Laura then turned to look at Cheeka who seemed unsure what to think about this.
Listen Cheeka if I didn’t believe you could hang with us I wouldn't offer this. So think about it and make sure you choose correctly!
The pair shared a stare down before she put down the chair and offer Laura her hand. Laura slowly raised her hand and shook it. She then stepped back and this time it was Cheeka and Amanda shook hands. All three stood together Laura raised both Cheeka and Mandy arms in the air and it seems that a new alliance has been created in GWZA.
Prof. X: What the hell did we saw just transpire?
The Carter: I dunno what it was but sounds kinky to me...
Francine: Sounds like the formation of the Lesbian Legion of Doom to me...
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*Anya Petrova is shown backstage in her locker room just moments before her match. She has her usual composed look, not worried or upset. Even though she feels that she was screwed out of her match at the PPV, it's in the past and her next step is Maryse. Ready to fight, she relaxes and hops around a little, staying loose and agile. She doesn't feel Maryse is a challenge but she always does her research, and knows this one will definitely have something up her sleeve. She opens the door to walk out only to see the Ultimate Vixen blocking her path. Anya steps closer to Rae who is glaring back at her; The Russian Powerhouse's taller frame not nearly engulfing her rivals frame as Raven's heels give her more height to almost meet Anya eye-to-eye.*
*Raven brushes her red tresses from her shoulder to rest on her back while taking another step closer; The disdain & hate for each other shown on both of their faces. Anya looks deep into Raven's eyes, feeling this obstacle may be Maryse's Ace tonight. This only causes her contempt for Raven to grow.*
Anya| Move.
*Raven finally let a smile appear on her face, tilting her head, as she brushed off Anya's command. These women have been at each others throats for a while & no clear signs of stopping have made themselves known. Raven's obsession with wanting to come out on top & Anya's frustration with Raven's determination have taken center stage with these two. Anya's grimace remains while Raven just smiles wider.*
Rae| Good luck out there against Maryse tonight.
*Knowing damn well a person of Anya's physique didn't need an ounce of luck, especially against someone like Maryse, Raven just took pleasure in taking up Anya's space. The Leetle Girl with nerve to stand boldly in the face of Mother Russia? Probably not Anya's cup-o-tea, but just right for Raven. The redhead walks off with a smile waving back "ta-ta", her heels clicking down the hall, while Anya heads out to the ring with eyes in the back of her skull, trying to be ready for every possibility.*
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[/li][li]Singles Match - "The Sexiest of the Sexy" Maryse Ouellet (debut) vs. Anya Petrova
Francine: Since that first match was a buzzkill at least we get to see Anya skin a cat live.
The Carter: As much as I don’t want to admit it, Maryse won’t be very pretty anymore after this one.
Prof. X: If Maryse didn’t get the memo, then she should know that Anya was near-indestructible at Slammiversary. She was seconds away from batting Mei Long down from the ladder before she won the match. She took everything the Divas threw at her and then some, yet STILL came back for more. This is definitely a death wish for Maryse.
Francine: Given that big mouth of hers on Twitter, there’s no chance of Anya going easy on her either.
Maryse makes her way to the ring throwing her hand up into the faces of the cheering fans as she walks down to the ring and climbs onto the ring apron. Flipping her hair sensually, Maryse flashes the crowd a sinister grin that they will never forget. That smile is short-lived as Mother Russia herself is on her way to the ring. Anya Petrova enters the ring as Maryse Ouellet keeps her distance. Referee Jacqueline Moore signals for the bell to start the match.
Immediately, Maryse shows no fear making the first move, slapping Mother Russia across the face, followed by another stiff slap. Maryse motions for another before Anya shoves her across the ring with authority with an impressive display of power. Maryse staggers to her feet as Anya charges in with a pending Lariat. Maryse ducks the blow and capitalizes with a French TKO (Heel Kick) to the back of Anya’s head. With Anya disoriented, Maryse follows up with a Forward Russian Legsweep before grinning from ear to ear as Anya laid at her feet.
The Carter: I dunno, Maryse might have this one in the bag. She’s making this look easy.
Francine: Please, Anya’s not done for a long shot. If you and Maryse would quit counting your gooses before they’re cooked then you’d see that too.
Maryse goes for the pin only for Anya to toss her across the ring before the hand is down for the count of one. Maryse returns to her feet with a look of shock on her face. Regardless, the French-Canadian Diva shows no fear as she charges towards Anya, but just as Mother Russia is ready to strike, Maryse evades her with a savvy Baseball Slide between her legs -- or so she thought. Anya reaches down and elevates her from the canvas with a two-handed choke. Anya forcefully tosses her into the corner like a ragdoll. She then holds her boot to Maryse’s throat as the Sexiest of the Sexy gasps for air while Referee Jacqueline Moore makes the illegal hold count. Anay reluctantly releases her hold after the count of 4 before adding in a knee to the gut of Maryse for good measure before Jacqueline urges her to back off.
Anya momentarily does what she’s instructed before connecting with another knee smash to the gut before lifting her to the top rope. Anya sends Maryse crashing to the canvas with a Muscle Buster. Maryse clings to the legs of Jacqueline desperately as Anya looks at the figure racing down the entrance ramp and leaping up onto the ring apron. It’s none other than The Ultimate Vixen herself, Raven. Anya reaches over the top rope to stop her, but Raven leaps back down with a modified hotshot to disorient Mother Russia. That’s not enough to knock her off her feet as Referee Jacqueline Moore is still distracted with trying to get Maryse from clinging onto her. Raven leaps back up onto the ring apron and connects with an apron variation on the Bitch Kick (Chick Kick). Just as Anya reels back from the blow, Maryse instantly releases Jacqueline’s legs to roll Anya up into Schoolboy Rollup Pin. Jacqueline slides into position to make the count.
Francine: Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s going to end like this...
One...
Two...
Thre--NO!!
Anya kicks out as Raven looks shocked as everyone else on the entrance ramp. Maryse throws a tantrum in the ring, thinking that she had this won. She regains her composure and slowly drags Anya to her feet in a side headlock. Maryse grins as she has the French DDT primed and ready, flipping her hair back before executing the maneuver. That is, before Anya shoves her with enough force to send Maryse into Jacqueline - thus knocking both women to the canvas. Grabbing Maryse by the skull with one hand, Mother Russia looks to end this, reeling her into position with Dasvidanya (Jacknife Powerbomb). She elevates her overhead and slams the French-Canadian Diva to the canvas. Anya goes for the cover but Jacqueline still down and out from the blow received earlier. Anya motions to revive her but she’s struck over the spine with a steel chair. Unfettered from the blow, Anya spins around slowly to see Raven meddling into her affairs once again. Raven smashes the chair over Anya’s skull this time, causing the steel to warp from the impact but that’s still not enough to knock Mother Russia off her feet. Raven hits the Bitch Kick once more, causing the disoriented Anya Petrova to fall down on top of the waking Maryse as Raven flees the scene as Referee Jacqueline Moore returns to her feet. Maryse desperately tries to remove Anya’s body from off of her own as Jacqueline makes the count.
One...
Two...
Three!!
Prof. X: Despite of Raven’s efforts, Anya has still managed to pick up the victory here tonight.
Francine: C’mon, Professor. Don’t act like you’re surprised at this result.
The Carter: Maybe Maryse would let me lick her wounds and make them better?
Francine: I doubt it. She doesn’t know where you’ve been and who knows if you’ve had all of your shots.
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We hear "My Time Is Now" blast as we hear mixed reactions from the crowd begining to form as we see GZWA's newest superstar John Cena making his way to the entrance and gazes into the crowd hearing their reactions.He talks into the camera before saluting and runs down the ramp before sliding inside the ring.Once inside he taunts before asking for a mic.He pases around the ring before raising the mic up to speak
Would you listen to the GZWA universe!
he says pointing the mic towards the crowd looking around as half the crowd chanting "Cena sucks" and the other half "Let's Go Cena"
I told everybody once I arrived things would become crazy in here and I was right. Now, I’m sure your asking yourselves why I decided to join GZWA right? Well, truth is, during this incredible journey I’ve been on in my 10 years, I’ve been all over the world, seen things I never thought I would. I feuded with the top superstars in the world...guys like Triple H,Shawn Michaels, Kane, Randy Orton, Kurt Angle even gave me my career start in this company.CM Punk, Brock Lesnar, The Miz, The Rock and many many, more. I won multiply championships in this business. So ,I’m what could i possibly have left to give?
He said taking a pause as the crowd reacts before Cena spoke again
that’s easy...it's you guys. You guys give me the strength to keep going. No matter what I’ve been through or what happened to me throughout my career, it's you guys kept making me stronger than ever. And you’re the reason I decided to join GZWA
Cena,Cena,Cena...it's always the same old crap with you. Every time you come out to this ring you say the same boring thing week in and week out. How about you grow a pair and stop giving these fans what they want to hear, say what you truly feel
says a familiar voice as we see Randy Orton making his way down the ramp ignoring the fans. Once inside Cena chuckles scratching the back of his head before speaking
Randy Orton, I’ll be damned, you can speak. In a way I’m sort of surprise to see you out here given our history after all. But you’re not the kind of guy to talk about his problems. Even though you seemed to find time out of your busy schedule to come down here to talk to me
he says looking at his long term rival Orton who smirks at Cena raising the mic back up to speak
True, Cena, I’m a man with few words unlike you who seem never to shut up .And as to why I’m out here. I figured I’d welcome you to GZWA personally being you are a new fish in a huge pond. I thought you'd like some advice.
Randy said as John shakes his head getting confused.
Advice, from you? Thanks for the help man, but unlike you i think i know what to expect
I don't think you do understand Cena. Your fresh blood in this company, not to mention one of the top hatred men in this company. You’re a target. Women and children adore you. If they see you injured one your first day I don't want to be the guy who says 'I told you so'.
Are you trying to comfort me Randy? Because you’re doing a good job at it man. I know everybody hates me man. I know I’m a threat in this business. Hell, I’ve done it all so ,I’ll tell you what. I welcome and all comers to the challenge if they thing they can stop me. But don't be fooled, everything I say boys I back everything up! I never give up and I certainly don't take handouts. Anybody wants me...I’m waiting right here.
He says looking out at the entrance as Orton leans back towards the turnbuckle not to impressed while Cena leans on the ropes waiting for anybody to come out as Orton claps before John turns around to speak
John, John, John…you don’t always have to be the fallen hero. Besides nobody going to come out, because nobody can hear you.
He said as John gives him a confused look as John shook his head. While John looks out at the entrance to see if anybody would come but nobody did. Randy grabs John arm spinning him around to hit a RKO but Cena ducks about to hit the AA but Orton pushes him out of the way and quickly rolls out of the ring.
Prof. X: Cena and Orton will square off here on Primetime later tonight folks.
The two stare down one another as Primetime takes a commercial break.
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[/li][li]Singles Match - "The Crown Jewel of GZWA" Sapphire (debut) vs. "Hot Rod" Rodney Brooks (w/ Calamity Brooks)
Prof. X: Up next we’re in for a treat. We have a new GZWA Diva debuting here tonight, but she’s not competing against the other Divas but against one of our Superstars in her debut match.
Francine: Interesting. Sounds like she wants to prove herself to be a step above the rest.
The Carter: She refers to herself as an athlete first and not a diva. I’d love to test her limits on my own personal track and field course.
Francine: You can’t even survive the one-handed solo sprint, Carter. Let alone a damn marathon with a real woman.
Prof. X: (Grinning) Let’s see how the Crown Jewel is going to fare here tonight. It’s great to see Calamity Brooks supporting her brother here tonight at ringside. She will be in competition later tonight against the debuting Lacey. Let’s see how her brother adapts to female competition after coming from the hellacious King of the Mountain Match at Slammiversary.
After the opening bell, Sapphire urges for a traditional lock-up and Rodney humors her by following suite. His size advantage allows him to easily overpower her and send the Crown Jewel into the ropes. She rebounds with a front dropkick, sending him crashing into the corner-post. She races towards the corner, going for a Stinger Splash only for the Hot Rod to counter with a Belly to Belly Suplex to the canvas. Dusting his hands off, Rodney beckons her to her feet as he looks to end this early with the Ground Zero (Edge Spear). Hot Rod closes in but Sapphire counters with a sit-down jawbreaker which stops him in his tracks. She then capitalizes with an elevated DDT before going for the cover.
One...
Two...
NO!!
The Carter: I like this girl, she’s a lil’ firecracker!
Francine: I must say, she’s putting on a good show here.
Sapphire gets fired up, slamming her hands on the canvas as the crowd gets behind her. She greets Hot Rod with chop to the chest as he returns to his feet before arm dragging him back down to the canvas. Sapphire then strikes with a Leg Lariat to the waking Rodney, only for him to duck the blow. Sapphire lands on her feet and hits the ropes, picking up momentum and charges in with a Striking Spear. Hot Rod counters with the Hot Rod City (Jeff Hardy’s Alleyoop Facebuster) as Calamity Brooks applauds loudly at ringside. With Sapphire down for the count, Rodney covers Sapphire in a cocky manner and counts along with Referee Slick Johnson.
One...
Two...
Thr--NO!!
Sapphire barely gets the shoulder up before the three count. Dragging her back to her feet, Rodney Irish whips her into the ropes before hitting the opposite ropes and greeting her in the middle of the ring with a hurracanrana. Sapphire uses Hot Rod’s momentum and weight against him, sending him crashing to the canvas with a powerbomb to counter. Rolling him back up to his feet, she gives a cut throat motion before hitting the Crown Jewel Driver (Canadian Destroyer). Calamity Brooks pounds on the canvas to urge her brother to get up as Sapphire goes for the pin.
One...
Two...
Three!!
The Crown Jewel picks up the win over Rodney Brooks in a very impressive debut match. Showing no hard feelings after his loss, Rodney holds up the arm of Sapphire as she’s welcomed to the GZWA Nation by a chorus of cheers for her performance tonight.
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The scene opened to Lise Starr who was talking on the phone inside a locker room. Starr was dressed in a baby-blue variation of her wrestling tights and a cut black t-shirt with the GZWA logo that exposed her stomach. She’s got a match coming up very soon but getting ready is a bit hard when an upset friend wants to talk.
“You know what men are like. They’ll whine and complain when something doesn’t go their way. ….. If he wants to do that just let him, eventually Cody will come crawling back when Vince sees more freaks on roids and wants them all over the show. ….. Okay, whatever you say. Anyway I’m glad that you’re gonna manage me tonight but think we should end the call. I am in the middle of getting ready and I’m sure you need to lace up the Converse. See you in a moment, April.”
Moving the phone from her ear, Lise Starr shook her head and placed the phone into her grey sports bag.
“That girl’s a tad bit weird.”
Not much of a nice thing to say about a friend but Lise knew April Lee’s attitude and emotions would be very unpredictable after the events of Slammiversary. Quickly, Lise Starr put on her black wrestling boots and began to wrap white wrist-tape around her hands and wrists. A knock would also be heard on the door.
“Come in!”
The door opened and a young backstage worker with a clip-board would be shown.
“Uhh, Miss. Starr your match is coming up in a few minutes. You ready?”
Lise finished wrapping the tape and ran some fingers through her hair. Then she would nod and look at the worker.
“Yeah, I’m ready now and will be out there in a second.”
The worker then walked out of the locker room and closed the door.
“Let’s win our fifth match in a row, Lisey.”
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[/li][li]Tag Team Match - GZWA Women's Champion "The Beautiful Dragon" Mei Long & "Heartbreaker" Lise Starr (w/ April Lee) vs. Divas of Doom ("The Glamazon" Beth Phoenix & Natalya Neidhart w/ Madusa)
Primetime returns from commercial break with this match already in action, with the Glamazon and Beautiful Dragon starting off this contest. Both Divas are locked up in the center of the ring, Beth wrenches Mei Long’s arm in a hammerlock but Mei counters with an arm drag to the canvas. Beth springs back up with a double leg takedown, lifting Mei from the canvas by the legs and dropping her onto her knees with an unorthodox backbreaker. Beth then tags out to Natalya who quickly applies a Hart family signature Sharpshooter as Mei crawled towards the stretched arm of Lise Starr. Mei is dragged back towards to the center of the ring as Natalya laughs in delight.
Prof. X: Looks like the Divas of Doom are looking to remedy that upset from Slammiversary.
Francine: If you saw how mad Beth was backstage after losing the title then you would know that she came into this match ready to prove Mei’s title win as a fluke.
The Carter: Mei’s win wasn’t a fluke. She worked just as hard as any other Diva in that match at Slammiversary.
Lise Starr takes matters into her own hands, connecting with an Over Castle neckbreaker from the top rope to free the Beautiful Dragon. Referee Jacqueline Moore ushers Lise Starr back to her team’s corner as Mei Long returns to her feet, only to be struck from behind by Beth Phoenix with a double axe handle while the referee’s back was turned. Lise Starr attempts to argue the point to Jacqueline but reluctantly returns to her corner. The Queen of Harts recovers and sets her sights back on keeping the reigning Women’s Champion from tagging out to Lise Starr by dragging her back towards her team’s corner. Natalya elevates Mei off the canvas with a hair-pull backbreaker before tagging out to the Glamazon who enters the ring with a diving senton over the spine of the grounded Beautiful Dragon. Beth Phoenix lifts Mei off the canvas with intentions of an Oklahoma Slam to continue the offense centered around damaging Mei Long’s back. Mei manages to slide down Beth’s spine and dropkick her from behind onto the ropes. Mei Long connects with a Sun Wukong’s Spirit (619) and springboards from the ropes. The Glamazon ducks underneath, causing the Beautiful Dragon to miss her target -- or so she thought.
Beth Phoenix spins around to retaliate, only to witness Mei Long landing safely and making a hot tag to the Heartbreaker, who enters the match with a diving cross body. Natalya races in to assist the Glamazon only for Lise Starr to greet her with a Snap Suplex. Primed and ready with the crowd behind her, Lise Starr is locked and loaded as she readies a Starrstruck (Super Kick) for the waking Natalya. Unknown to Lise, Beth Phoenix motions to intervene and Mei Long races into the ring to intercept. Beth Phoenix shoves Lise Starr as she executes the kick, causing Lise to take out Mei Long with the Starrstruck instead of Natalya. As Lise Starr looks confused at what has transpired, the Glamazon capitalizes with the Glam Slam to the Heartbreaker and rolls her up into a pin.
One...
Two...
Three!!
Francine: Looks like Lisey’s not going to be too pleased about losing that winning streak.
The Divas of Doom celebrate their victory as Madusa applauds them for a job well-done tonight. Meanwhile, Mei Long and Lise Starr are in the ring arguing about the result as Primetime takes a commercial break.
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Circus by Britney Spears blast as the arena goes pitch black as the crowd wonders what is going on.From above we see a familiar face making her return as the spotlight is on her as she is seen wearing a ring leader circus outfit holding a long black whip in hand. Some of the fans cheer knowing who she is but the other half as confused. The woman walks over asking for a mic before walking back into the spotlight raising the mic up to speak
Did everybody miss me?
She says letting out a giggle while the crowd cheers
Oh, it feels so great to be back in this business. For those who do not know who I am…my name is Tina Angel…
She says as the crowd cheers loudly once again as Tina giggles once again with a huge smile across her face
I’ve missed it way too much. I know things have changed since I last wrestled in this business. Some people I worked with from a different company is still here…at least the ones I know far too well…Ivory, Maryse, Cheeka…Samuel, Xion, Amanda and a special shoutout to my girl Raven…I’m back bitches. I know I won’t be surprised to see the welcome wagon rolling in so I won’t stay out her to long. I just wanted to come out her to make my official return to GZWA. A new home away from home for me. I’d like to thank Xion for letting me come back to doing what I love to do which would be to entertain all of you and trust me when I say not only is the circus coming back in full swing I am as well. There’s one thing I never done in this company throughout my wrestling career and that is become Women’s champion. But that all changes starting now. I’m planning on taking the women’s champion and begin in the spotlight for a long time so ladies and gents get ready…because the Hellcat is back and is ready to pounce…bitches I’m coming for you bewear the hellcat
She says dropping the mic as her theme entrance blast. Tina exits the ring making her way backstage. We see the Hellcat herself still in a good mood happy to be officially back. She keeps walking down a familiar hallway and knocks on the door which belongs to “Fallen Angel” Christopher Daniels. Tina fixes her hair as she waits for a responds from him.
A few seconds after she knocks, we hear his voice on the other side of the closed door.
Christopher Daniels: Yeah, yeah, yeah...Just a minute, I'm worth the wait!
The doorknob turns and he opens the door with no shirt and a casual pair of jeans on. As soon as he sees Tina on the other side of the door, he smiles. It had been awhile since he had seen her in person, but she was just as beautiful as he had remembered.
Christopher Daniels: Tina Angel! Wow, had I have known you were going to look that good, I'd have dressed up a bit. Come in, come in.
Tina did as he asked and walks into his dressing room.It's been a few months since the lovebirds seen one another.Tina was wrapping up a few side things she normally does when not wrestling.As if it was just yesterday both Daniels and Tina first laied eyes on each other.Tina was in town in Florida a few moths ago visiting some old friends where she first meet the Fallen Angel and the two have clicked *snap fingers* just like that ever since.
Sorry, to interrupt you babe...I know your busy and all but since I'm officially back I just had to share my news with everybody.And i wanted to...well celebrate
Tina says plopping herself on the couch letting out a seductive smirk as she crosses her legs beginning to get a little comfortable staring at Daniels sexy stomach.
As for this little number I guess you can say I was in the mood for my return.
She says placing the whip on the floor next to her as she patted the seat next to her for Daniels to join.
He takes a seat on the couch next to Tina, and leans back. He's still bitter about not walking out of Slammiversary with the GZWA Television Championship, but he catches Tina's eyes wondering over his body, easing his mind as he can't help but notice her body as well. He was attracted to her from the moment he had first seen her, and even though they'd only known each other a few months, the attraction between them was strong.
Christopher Daniels: You're always a welcome interruption, my love. I was hoping I'd walk out of Slammiversary with the gold so we'd have more to celebrate, but as usual the odds weren't in my favor, so it looks like this is the only present you have tonight.
He motions to his body, knowing that it's still good enough for her. He leans in closer to her, rubbing her leg with his hand, and taking notice of the whip she had placed on the floor nearby.
Christopher Daniels: Somehow, I don't think that'll be a problem.
He continues moving his hand up to her thigh and he leans in further, placing his other hand around her waist as he presses his lips to hers.
Tina feels shivers going down her spine as he kisses her but then again she always does.He knew losing the match would be hard but it wouldn't be to bad to get his mind off of work even if it was for a few minutes.But knowing them it will be hours.Tina begins to wrap her arms around his neck and gently presses him closer to her.After a few seconds into the heated passion she releases the hold staring at his brown eyes as she smiles
I know you wanted to win the big one Chris, but in my eyes your always be a true champion.
she says giving him another kiss before releasing it again.
And i'm guessing you have a match tonight don't you?
She asked before having an idea as she wraps her legs around his waist.
Maybe...I can help you...warm up a bit?
Tina asked moving one of her foot up and down his leg as a seductive smile forms on her face knowing what she's and probably sure already knowing she'll get it either way. She looks at him waiting for a responds.
He smiles at her, knowing she's really the only one who has ever understood his true wants and desires.
Christopher Daniels: As long as I have you by my side, I'll always be a winner...and don't worry, you'll have that Women's Championship. I won't sit back and let AJ Styles and Mei Long hold the titles that we deserve!
Daniels starts to get worked up remembering the turn of events at Slammiversary, but the touch of her skin against his slowly calms him down. She knows all the right ways to make him feel better and he returns her seductive smile with one of his own, knowing exactly what she's thinking.
Christopher Daniels: You know, I think I could use a good warm up. Got to prove I'm can still do something useful around here.
He leans in and kisses her again, pulling her on top of him as he lays down on the couch. They continue to kiss passionately as the scene fades out.
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