ReAction -- Primetime 2/27/17

[Xion Zeros]

As per Athena 's usual spiel for ReAction:

After a discussion with Xion Zeros, we came to a conclusion that from now GZWA's official after show will no longer have any given guidelines or questions as it used to have before. From now on, a ReAction board will be created after the show, with only an informational message about what the show is. This will not only eliminate a tedious task of trying to condense the entire lengthy show into a handful of questions, but also will give you an entirely free creative reign over how to "react" to Primetime or any of our PPV events/specials. Also, the board will be set up a lot quicker, so you will be able to add your segment as soon as possible. So, without any further due, let's open our renewed thread for GZWA's ReAction.


ReAction is open to all GZWA Superstars and Vixens to further develop their storylines and current or future feuds. The topic is not limited to only the match and segments of the current Primetime, but is also here for newcomers to "react" on the events and/or introduce your characters in-character if you're a debuting Superstar/Diva and didn't appear in the most recent show results.

I'm going to send a mass-PM as a reminder of this change, but as of this episode of Primetime, this ReAction aftershow is mandatory for everyone. Before anyone stresses themselves out, it's a 200 word minimum to post on this board and you have until the next show's Segment/Skit deadline(s) to get something up. Most people will more likely do this right now to get it out of the way for it won't get in the way of their stuff for their promo(s) for the next show and I want to add one more thing. If you do a collaboration with whoever you're feuding with, that's perfectly fine and counts towards BOTH of your credit for participating in this aftershow.

For example, if Serena and myself do a collaboration to follow-up or "react", as you will, to the events of Primetime, that counts for both of us contributing to this aftershow. I know everyone's busy with their lives but I don't think this is going to be too much of a hassle to ask everyone to contribute with something else after every show. Besides, I figure some of you would be itching to do something else constructive to contribute to your current feuds/angles and storylines immediately following when the shows go up.

[❤Rose❤]

After their win over Rex Terrel Amanda and Rose are pretty much in hurry to get away from the ring. They really don’t need a beating up after all their cheating and so they are happy that he's far away from them. Now they both stand on the stage and laugh. Rose points out her tongue into Rex’ direction and Mandy flips the bird.

"What a fucking idiot you are, almost as stupid as your boss, Drake or all these other morons here in this company. And you wanna be the valet or ….Playtoy of a champ. That’s all so fucking laughable. If you as me, then none of you idiots deserve it to come even close to the title. You aren’t good for anything.”

Now Rose takes the micro from her wife.

“Exactly, I couldn’t say it better. But maybe I have another message for you. We might not be in the title run here and, to be honest, I don’t care much, but we are here to show you all that you aren’t worth to be in a title match. And for this we don’t need a title match.
By the way, this also counts for all the other socalled wrestlers.”

For a moment she pauses.

“I know that almost everybody here fears Terrel or Carnage and this shows me that you all are fucking wimps. Ok, he’s huge and a bit scary …”

Now Rose laughs.

“But mostly because he’s so fucking ugly and because he stinks like a pig. But anyway, this socalled ‘monster’ isn't able to take the win against two small women. Isn't that laughable?”

Then she hands Mandy the micro.

“Yes, it is laughable. And all you fucking morons aren’t nothing more than a joke. Fearing a guy who isn’t able to find the ring without help and who trips over his own feet. Damn, slowly the whole business here becomes laughable. But anyway, we are still here and if you wanna see real wrestling, combined with pretty asses and boobs, well, then come and watch our matches.”

With this Amanda drops the micro. She takes Rose by her hand and the two turn around. Then they bend forward and wiggle their asses. Even though they only won because of their cheating, the fans cheer at them. Then they hurry backstage where Amanda wraps her arms around Rose and they kiss deeply.

“Damn, this was so fucking much harder than I like it. I was really worried that he could hurt or injure you.”

But Rose smiles and lightly runs her fingertips over Mandy’s back.

“Aww, that’s so cute, but you really don’t have to worry, Im not that breakable. But you’re right, it has been really a bit stressing. But anyway, we won and that’s all that counts. And now let’s see what this idiot Raab has to say. I’m pretty sure that he will run his mouth again, even though he better should be quiet. Damn, he’s even more disgusting than Terrel or Drake.”

Rose and Amanda shiver a bit.

“That’s true. Terrel is just stupid and ugly, but Raab is even worse, with his fucking idiotic talking. All the time he says the same crap and he doesn’t realize, that nobody wants to hear it.”

Rose nods.

“So true, and he's ugly too. I really wonder why all the male wrestlers here are that ugly. But anyway, let’s not talk about them, they aren’t worth our time.”

Again the two laugh and the scene fades to black.

[Deleted]

Missy tore through the curtain cloth that separates the paying from the paid and stormed down the corridor in a fit, hurling random objects - a soda bottle here a box of food there - off of stage crates and nursed the back of her throbbing head. She couldn't believe it. This was worse than the time she got her tits caught in old man Winston's barbed wire fence after a wild night of drinks and streaking through the pastures. That was humiliating, but losing to someone like HER.... to SUSIE PRICE... *THAT* was far more embarrassing. Susie's a fucking tinker toy for crying out loud. Missy's prideful mind couldn't grasp it. This was damn near Armageddon for her.

As she fury-walked down the corridor further, she came upon a group of stage workers huddled around a TV. They were watching the playback of Primetime since they'd been hard at work during the show and didn't get to see it. To Missy's horror, they were watching the closing moments of her tag team match. For Missy, all she remembered was going for a corner splash, then she woke up sometime later with the ref telling her she'd lost via pinfall to Susie Price.

But what she saw on the monitor sent her eyes rocketing from her face almost cartoonishly. There she was, receiving Susie's devastating Slice Up (Scissor Kick) finisher, rendering her out cold with arms and legs spread far and wide like some kind of cheap whore. Then came the "confident" pinfall, where Susie stood above her tall and proud with only a boot pressed upon Missy's chest as the referee counted to three - a count which could have been a hundred or a thousand after that vicious of a kick. Being defeated by the likes of Susie Price was bad enough, but to be punked like that with the pinfall... NO.. uh uh... that dog won't hunt!

Missy let out a blood curdling yell...

Missy: OH HELL NAW!!!!! FUCK THAT!!!!

Blinded with rage, Missy turned and hurried down the hallway until she came to the boss's office, but he wasn't there. This only angered her more. Seething, she took off again, even more furious, cussing and yelling until she came across GZWA's resident interviewer whom she could not think the name of due to her head still blistering with pain!

Missy: YOU!!! WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS! YOU GO FIND THE BOSS MAN AND TELL HIM MISSY SIPPY VERSUS SUSIE PRICE A!S!A!-FUCKIN'-P! NEXT WEEK.. OR PPV.. OR WHATEVER I DON'T CARE! TELL HIM TO BOOK IT OR ELSE!!!!

The interviewer, afraid to not deliver the message, nodded frantically "yes" and went about his way, as Missy took a few steps back and leaned against a crate, her head swirling a little bit.

[BulletxToxThexHeart]

Ry Drake walking in the back still looking over his back,checking under tables in the back. Rex Terrell who is visibly pissed about being screwed by The Miz.

Rex: that little bitch Miz made a very grave mistake, I don't give a damn about those two little girls that got that cheap win. I can't wait to break Miz in half.

As Rex starts throwing items in the back, scaring off the employees. Ry walks by him

Ry: Yo you seen that fuckin' Carnage? I know this is a part of his game.

Rex: what? No I have been busy thinking of all the ways I can torture Miz. Any way are you scared? We have Carnage on the ropes. After Final Encounter he's done


Ry: I'm not scared just curious! And don't worry about Miz or the Ditzy girls. They are nothing and will be nothing, Miz is mad he couldn't get the job done and same with Amanda who I think she just wants my D*smirks* but let's get the fuck outta here!

Rex and Ry go to walk down the hall but all of a sudden a equipment box falls on the floor next to Drake which makes him jump. Only to reveal it was a GZWA employee that dropped it.

Ry: you think that's funny, getting me wild up. What your a Carnage fan now?

Employee: No just a honest mista--

Ry: Silence! Rex please......

Rex big boots the poor guy laying him out cold. Ry Drake looks over him, smirks and turns around to go to his locker room as Rex Terrell follows

[Patrick]

You would think I would be mad...

Jayson Heagerty explains, as he runs a hand through his hair. He wipes the sweat off on his ring shorts.

But no, Leon and Amber Torres got the better of us tonight. I'm not even going to really complain about what happen out there. The fact is neither myself or my partner had their elbows pinned to the mat or tapped out. Sure we didn't have our hands raised, but I'll give the couple their due. They where the better team this time.

He admits upfront with GZWA.

But there is something else I wanna address that the boss said tonight. We are approaching that first pay per view of the year.

He says upbeat.

And I think it's time GZWA give us a chance at the Tag Team Champions. I've been watching some of their promos that they beat every team here. Well you sure as hell didn't beat myself or The Miz. So that still makes us contenders for that belt. Now you can make the argument that Leon and Amber would be ahead of us now. Well hell through them in there! Bring on the competition man. Unto you beat myself, your work load isn't done. AS for Gabe and his She Hulk girlfriend, well sucks to be either of you. I don't think they would even let you into Sea World on Manatees Day.

He chuckles, walking away.

[Athena]

After the match between Morgan Davis and Blake Harper ended, Sparta and Diablo were the first ones to enter the backstage area, with Wes and Blake following soon after, discussing the details of the bout. As Wes was pointing out some of the flaws that he noticed from ringside, the redhead fighter was downing down a bottle of water, yet still keeping her focus on her teammates. Just as they were about to reach the locker rooms, Christy Hemme appeared in front of them, already with a microphone in hand and the camera crew behind her.

May we?

Blake nodded quickly as she finished the water and placed the empty bottle on the ground, while Sparta and Diablo walked back to stand around their beloved vixen. Christy smiled as she showed the cue to the cameraman and mic guy, turning to the camera with a bright smile gracing her face.

I'm here backstage with not only the victorious Blake Harper, but also three gentlemen, Diablo, Sparta and Wes, all collectively known as the Hellions. Tonight you made quite a surprising debut in the show opening. What did push you to form this new force in the company?

Wes grinned at Christy as he brushed his fingers through his short hair.

Christy, delightful to finally meet you. The answer to your question is actually quite an easy one. After Blake joined the Vixen's division and made the transfer for mixed martial arts to professional wrestling, we, of course, followed her every step and noticed the flawed nature of the business and the wrestlers taking part in it. And if you see a niche you could fill, set an example - you take it. Simple as that.

So you think that the wrestlers currently on the roster are simply not good enough to be wrestlers?

I wouldn't word it like that. Let's say that they are naturally flawed performance and training wise. I don't wish to repeat myself, but we have the advantage of coming with a professional athletics background and our views on training, preparation, decision making during the match differ greatly from the people who came to this business after a few years as fitness models and bodybuilders.

Blake leaned forward a bit to get her word in.

We know we have a lot to offer, we know we demand your attention the minute we enter the room and we know that we can give this company a higher level of competition. I tried to start a change by myself, but one person was not enough. Now, together with Wes, Sparta and Diablo, we are set to dominate any division we enter, any match we participate in. This is our game and our rules.

What about your relationship with CM Punk and the previous faction with Johnny Gargano?

Sparta leaned over as he focused his gaze on Christy as he finally cracked a little grin at her.

You are a curious little thing.... All in due time.

The Hellions looked at the camera for a second as they disappeared in their locker room as Christy was left by the door with a intrigued look on her face.

[Susie Price]

Shout-out to Missy Sippy for coming up with this idea and working with me for this one.

Within the parking lot of the arena, a very confident and smug Susie Price appears to be making her way to her car as she notices a camera upon her, followed by being asked on how her debut had went.

"Well, I said it, and the world saw it. I delivered. Did what I said I'd do and made those three losers look as pathetic as I told everyone there. I even cracked the floor with the brains of "Misseh Sippeh" and I pinned her with the one, the two, and the three without even having to lay my body across her... Ugh... Sweaty, smelly body... It's a shame what happened with my partners, but hey, they didn't do anything to me, so they can have their silly little arguments, while I head back out to Canada in my uber expensive rose gold Porsche 911."

She gestures in an over-the-top presentation of the bright, visibly dazzling car near her with a proud ear to ear grin on her face, giving a wink.

"Look at it, but don't touch it, you underprivileged pathetic 'common' people. Only the special people like me get to live the life like this."

A commotion gets shifts Susie's attention away. Not far from her, stumbling out from the exit doors being semi-held by event staff, is Missy Sippy. She breaks free of her captors, dropping them with headbutts and elbows, before staggering into a drunken jog toward Susie, a empty beer bottle in hand and belching her way towards her.

"COME'ERE YOU BITCH! FUGGIN CHEAT! You... Ya took the pad off the buckl-GRRRRR!"

Missy hurls the empty bottle at Susie's head but it misses by some distance and doesn't even come close to hitting Susie. Seeing this as her cue to get the hell out of dodge, Susie makes a break for it and runs for her car. The chase is on.

"Goddamn it... Leave me alone!"

Just as Susie gets her car door open, Missy hurls one of her cowboys boots at her and, just like the beer bottle, it misses, with Susie ducking as she gasps. But Missy rockets her other boot at Susie and this one whacks into the back of Price's head, the impact dizzying the rich girl and sending her to a collapse half in, half out of her driver seat with her personal belongings scattering across the pavement. With a quickness, Missy grabs her by the feet and drags her out, standing her up near the hood of the vehicle. The country girl rears back with a balled fist but for some reason doesn't bash Susie's face in. Instead, she gives a crazed, drunken howl and heabutts her one time, sending her sprawling on top of the hood.

"Ya like...humiliating me? HAHAHA... ThinkitsjisboutMYTURN!"

With a single hard yank, Missy yanks up Susie's high dollar cell phone, fiddling with it until she gets the camera up and running, after which making her way back to the nearly unconscious Susie. Teetering side to side for a moment and gazing at the device with blurred vision, she takes a seat next to Susie and does the unthinkable. She BURIES her sweaty, unshowered, semi-hairy ARMPIT right into the perfect face of Susie, with her screaming as it comes towards her before her face disappears directly into Missy's pit.

To her disgust, Missy takes great liberty in grinding and rubbing and smothering Susie's pretty, perfectly made up face with her pit of doom, taking selfie pic after selfie pics on Susie's phone while she flails around with muffled moanings, occasionally letting the blonde girl get a "breather" which shows her face contorted into a mesh of fear, terror, disgust, and all things unbecoming and unladylike of a female facial expression while coated in a layer of sweat. Missy notices Susie's Instagram and Twitter apps up so she goes about posting the pics on there as Susie feebly attempts to squirm out from under her.

Finally, Missy releases Susie, dragging her by the hair off of the hood and onto the ground. Looking to be leaving her there, she instead decides to get into the driver's seat of Susie's very expensive car! Starting the engine, she revs it up, rolling the window down, and poking her head out.

"Really? An automatic? Basic bitch can't handle a stick, huh? Weeeeeeeak!"

A sweat drenched Susie looks up at her from the ground, coughing and gagging while rubbing her visibly dripping face in horrified disgust yet retaining a look of malice and hatred in her eyes.

"Oh my god, oh my god... I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU BITCH! GET OUTTA MY CA-

Before she can finish her sentence, Missy peels out suddenly, leaving Susie alone, humiliated and with her vehicle stolen from her, prompting her to roll onto her back and whine out with wails of anger and overemotion as she punches and kicks the floor, screeching out obscenities for all to hear.

[❤Knightmare INC]

In a alternate world Mike was actually happy tonight? Despite losing his tag team match.True not getting pinned nor submitted.Which meant his lucky streak was still in tack.

Did you see what I did tonight? Waiting for them to reply but He answered for them. Of course you did! Guess what I'm only getting warmed up!

Giving a hint that he was far from over with his championship opportunity.

Mike,shouldn't you be focused as a tag team with Jayson? I mean with the future tag team championship...Jayson asked for a future championship opportunity.

Mike ponders his thoughts about what he said. I'm not entirely imposed to that idea. They surprisingly working well together the past few weeks since teaming up.Maybe the kid's onto something here?

But what about what happened tonight when you ambushed Rex Terrell?

That made the Hollywood a lister smile and eyes widen widely at them. Aww,did I hurt the big giant? Good! I hopes he's watching

He actually wanted a match with you after what happen? they added He did,did he? Mike couldn't help but to laugh out loud.Its cute it really is.Im not the one who backs down from matches.He wants one with me,fine I accept it.But I'm not done with my losing what my goal truly was.

The camera man glaring at his direction confused to what he meant. I won't rest until I get Konrad! I will interfere no matter what until I get him in a one on one match.After that,then I can focus on what Jayson and I want from here on out.So,Rex ,Konrad...whoever wants me first.Ill be more then happy to take you out beforehand!

Walking away not backing down for his upcoming opponents as it fades

[❤Knightmare INC]

Nikki who was coming from her brutal ambush by now ex best friend Alicia Fox.Rubbing the back of her neck. She can't believe she was ever this stupid to agree with her.Stopping her tracks not even looking back to whoever was. coming up behind her.

You know I don't really wanna hear it right now, said Nikki who wasn't in the slightest mood to hear someone say I told you so.

A very pregnant Brie Bella who was waddling behind her catches her breath. All I'm gonna say is I'm sorry. Nikki rolled her eyes knowing that was not the reason.

Yeah right. She replied. Shouldn't you be with Justin? Knowing he already headed back to the hotel.But wanted to make sure Nikki was alright before doing so.Brie smirked lightly

Nikki,care to comment about what happened tonight? Asked the reaction crew.Nicole rest her hands on her hips.Not really want to talk about this now.

You're sister knew Alicia was trouble before you did.Nicole rolled her eyes again. What's gonna happen from here on out?

That's actually a GREAT question said another familiar voice.Nikki's eyes widen before spotting crazy Foxy now coming towards her with a spear.Knocking Nicole back down. I told you Nikki I wasn't finished with you yet! Pounding her head on the concrete ground.

HELP! Someone HELP! Screams Brie trying to run for help.But once Foxy finished with the weakest sister.Nikki couldn't defend herself right now.She was physically exhausted from the beat down by Alicia from earlier.Turning towards Brie next,stalking her Foxy, come on now don't try anything stupid here. Brie said trying to reasoning with her. A sly smirk formed on Foxy's face...

What exactly will you do huh?teasing her. You were right about me all along weren't you Breezy? You warned everybody that I'm a bad seed.But Nikki here had her doubts.I convinced her.It took me awhile but I had her where I wanted her. Even in doubt I knew she would still listen to me.

You played everybody Alicia.I knew you were up to something.Brie said watching her every move.Trying to side step her,over towards where Nicole was. You needed me out of the way but why?

Foxy laughs because you always fill Nikki's head with advice she doesn't need.I needed her one on one.Because I knew I could get whatever I wanted from her.With you by her side that was never going to happen.You were the toxic sister that needed to be washed away Brie. Everybody knows Nikki is better without you by her side.

Nikki was slowly getting to her feet before ramming Alicia's back into the brick wall which made Brie go get help. Foxy pounds her fist on Nikki's back.Trying to break the grip.Foxy broke free whipping Nicole into one of the cars.Chopping her across the chest. Choking her This isn't OVER Nikki! Nikki started to fade as she couldn't fight back. Brie finally arrived with help before security came to grab Foxy by the waist. Nikki falls on the ground coughing... THIS ISNT OVER UNTIL I SAY IT IS! Getting dragged away.Brie tries to help her sister up fearing for her safety as it fades to black

[Bobbi Jackson]

After Bobbi's interaction with the Frosts the victorious blonde continues down the next hallway backstage towards her locker room. Not letting the words the Frosts said to her phase her in the slightest, no one is going to take her down from this buzz high she's feeling right now as she gets back to her locker room and swings the door open, but as she walks in she's startled and surprised to see her husband Michael Showtime sitting on the leather couch watching the show on the TV set up for the talent in their locker rooms backstage. She gasps and puts her hand over her mouth quickly before bringing it back down and speaking.

Bobbi: Michael!? You came to see my return? Why didn't you tell me?!

The blonde says stunned and rather shell shocked as he stands up and greets her with a warm hug.

Showtime: Of course I came, you really think I'd miss your first match back?

Bobbi: Thank you hun...

Bobbi rests her head on his shoulder and lets out a happy sigh as Michael gently strokes her hair.

Showtime: I just didn't want to be in the public eye tonight, being at ringside or in the crowd...I figured that would take some of the spotlight off of you, and it might even be a distraction. So I figured staying back here and surprising you afterwards was the way to go.

Bobbi smiles as she lifts her head back up and nods at him.

Bobbi: Well I really appreciate you coming. It means a lot to me.

Showtime: Of course babe. You looked great out there, very proud of you!

Bobbi: It wasn't easy, but I got it done...and I feel great. Onto the next match!

The blonde smiles and kisses her husband.

Showtime: I'm assuming you're going after the Frost sisters next? Dominique and...what's her name...? Eliza?

Showtime questions as Bobbi shrugs.

Bobbi: I'd certainly like that. But it's not up to me...I'll face whoever management puts me up against.

Showtime: Good attitude to have.

Bobbi nods.

Bobbi: Yea, I thought so too.

The blonde laughs as the two sit back down on the couch together to continue to watch the show as the scene fades out to black.

[❀ℋine 'ea❀]

“Ms. Davis, that was a pretty intense and challenging match for you. What is on your mind after that loss from Blake Harper?”

Morgan takes a moment to flip her hair before replying with a defeated look in her eyes.

“To be quite honest, I did not like the result at first. A quick match? Ugh!”

But Morgan takes it to a different approach, transitioning to a smile.

“But after the show was over, I head to the locker room, and as soon as I can even get to the door, I hear my phone ringing. Who was it on the other line? It was Cayo. I knew that if he wasn’t there to attend Primetime in person, he was able to be there in spirit, or a phone call at least. Now as far as what we talked about during that call, that’s irrelevant to the show and this conversation, because...ya know...too inappropriate, but that phone call was an eye opener for me. A sudden shift of my sudden sink in momentum coming back up. A moment to just keep my self-control together, get my ass up and keep making it through the storm. I realized that this may have been a loss for me after what I gained since my return, but it is a loss that I’m willing to take to get to the prize. A loss that should never affect my hustle.”

Christy widens her eyes, surprised at Morgan’s response to her loss. All with a consistent smile on Morgan’s face.

“Such a...surprising sense of optimism you have there, Morgan.”

Morgan touches Christy on her shoulder.

“Girl, I know, right? I gotta learn how to be humble in these day and ages. With the world these days, it won’t matter whether you are a veteran or a new girl. Someone is always ready to replace you. However, does that mean that I’m willing to take people disrespecting me? Absolutely not. I’ll get my rematch soon, and I will snatch her wig even quicker this time.”

“But as far as what is ahead of me, I’m much more determined at getting there, regardless of my failures, rather than just giving up or giving hell in the arena whenever I fail at it.”

“Let’s just say that...a bitch is still just getting started. I will never be done with this fight for the title. Not this time, honey!”

[Xion Zeros]

Xion Zeros is seen walking to his limousine in the arena's parking garage that's waiting when he's stopped by Christy Hemme.

Christy Hemme | Rockin' Redhead: "Did you see what transpired between Missy Sippy and Susie Price? Missy just drove out of here with Susie's car."

Xion Zeros | GZWA Chairman: "Yes, I did. I could hear Missy screaming profanities all the way down to my office on the other end of the building. I might have someone put a cowbell on her for I'll know when she's running amok around here. She'll have her match against Susie on the next Primetime. As for returning her vehicle? I can't help her with that. She'll have to either talk to local law enforcement and find herself a good lawyer."

"Speaking of a GREAT lawyer..." Veda Scott starts as she steps in front of Christy Hemme and pushes her back a few feet. "I would like to add my name to the list of candidates for the Vixen Championship match that you're planning for Final Encounter."

Xion looks puzzled, "What for?"

Veda's eyebrow twitches, "For I could win it, silly!"

Both Xion and Christy look at each other in silence for a moment before bursting out into laughter. Veda Scott stood behind them fuming with anger but she knew that she couldn't channel that aggression and anger at the GZWA Chairman of all people. No, she'll take that out on poor Io Ono at her next opportunity.

Xion wipes tear from his eye and pats Veda Scott on the shoulder, "Oh god, that was a good one, Veda. Thanks for the laugh there. I needed that after a day like this."

Veda Scott looks back at him with a stern look on her face, "I'm SERIOUS! I want a shot at that title!"

Xion shrugs, "Fine, if you're so serious about it then have your padawan learner or even better, YOU, win your match on Primetime next week and I'll CONSIDER it."

Veda Scott's mood immediately changes as she beams with pride, "Really?? Thank you, sir! I definitely won't let you down, Mr. Zeros! That title is going to be good as mine!"

After Veda Scott skips away, Xion whispers to Christy Hemme, "I sure hope her health insurance is paid up..."