Post by Xion Zeros on Apr 5, 2017 13:49:05 GMT -5
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Updates and Recaps on Events leading into Final Encounter
Veronica Rae | Social Media Ambassador: “Due to Amanda Cortez being removed from the Vixen Championship title match at Final Encounter, GZWA Chairman Xion Zeros has stated that several matches on the Final Encounter card will be made into qualifiers for the remaining vacant spots in the 6-Pack Challenge for the Vixen Championship.
Those matches include: Zora Graysen vs. Ursula Areano, Maryse Ouellet vs. Ivory, and the tag team match between The Frosts vs. the team of Bobbi Jackson and Mariah.
The two singles matches will have the winner receive two of the remaining spots in the 6-Pack Challenge while the corresponding team member who scores the winning pinfall/submission in the tag team match will earn the final spot in that match. Best of luck, ladies.
If you didn’t turn into ReAction, but Konrad Raab informed the GZWA Nation that he and Samuel Chatman decided that the Tag Team Turmoil Match will be contested in I Quit rules. That definitely gives them the advantage with their technical prowess.
I’m also proud to announce that Akasha Monroe will be hosting the Final Encounter kick-off show on the Elite Wrestling Network.
Two additional matches have been made for the kick-off show.
Desmond Masters vs. “The Mountain” Rex Terrell
Jennifer Dunn vs. Sarah Richardson
Final Encounter is looking to be an action-packed event! For any other last minute updates, make sure to keep your eyes on GZWA.com and follow us on social media!”
The show comes back from commercial breaks and cuts to the ring, where interviewer extraordinaire "Rockin' Redhead' Christy Hemme stands smiling and waving to the cheering masses. Behind her stands a giant wheel with various names of match types and stipulations, and a marker lever which obviously acts as the final selector once the wheel stops turning.
Riling up the fans, she spins the wheel a few times then turns her attention to the entrance way.
Christy Hemme: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm pleased to be here to announce exactly what Three Stages of Hell Missy Sippy and Susie Price will be going through at Final Encounter. But first, let's see how this all came to be?
She motions to the titan tron and it lights up with a montage. The scenes play out in chronological order, their first meeting backstage that turned into a brutal sneak attack by Susie as Missy was walking away, followed by Missy winning the battle royal and Susie swooping in and dropping her cold with that nasty Slice Up (Scissor Kick) finisher. It then speeds up to the tag team match where Susie cheated by removing the pad from the buckle and Missy smacking it, allowing Susie to finisher her off with that lethal Slice Up move. From there it takes us to the clip from Reaction where Missy attacks Susie, humiliates her with the arm pit smother, then steals Susie's rose gold car and sells it to a shady car dealer who smelts it into fine pieces of rose gold jewelry that Missy has been seen wearing around. There's a brief pause, then it shows their most encounter, their one on one singles match on Primetime, where Susie dominated Missy virtually the entire match before finishing her in controversial fashion as Missy's foot was on the rope and the referee didn't see it. Lastly, it airs the altercation backstage on Reaction, where Susie literally slapped Missy with a restraining order that makes it impossible for Missy to touch Susie in any way, shape, or form until their match at Final Encounter.
By the end of it, the fans are solidly on the side of Missy Sippy, even drumming up a chant for her... MISS-SEE-SIP-PEE *clap, clap, stomp stomp stomp*... Hemme waits for it to die down before motioning toward the entrance way.
Hemme: Now introducing one of the participants in the match... SUSIE PRICE!
"Brand New Moves" by Hey Violet plays and the crowd unleash their hatred as the little she-devil comes strutting out, snapping those hips with authority as she strolls down the ramp like she owns the place. Her face goes over a slew of mocking, scoffing, and otherwise displeased expressions as she peers into the audience. Once at the ring, she flips her air rudely at the fans and storms up the steps, slipping between the bottom two ropes. Paying Hemme no mind, she blows past her and plays to the jeering masses as her music fades.
Hemme: And now her opponent... MISSY SIPPY!
"These Boots Were Made For Walking" by Nancy Sinatra kicks into gear, bringing the fans to a loud cheer. The angry young southerner plods out from the back and down the ramp with a purpose, her rope and steel cowbell draped across her shoulders. She doesn't play to the fans one bit, but does keep her eyes locked on the smirking visage of her arch nemesis the entire way. At ringside she stomps up the steps with authority and steps into the ring, immediately rushing right up into Susie personal space. Missy stands half a foot taller than the rich bitch but Susie merely smirks at her and nudges her chin out a little, egging the taller woman to punch her, knowing full well Missy can't do it due to the restraining order. Realizing this too, Missy sneers and backs off as her music dies out.
Hemme: Now now, let's not get hostile ladies. We know the stakes are high and things are tense. You two are too close to Final Encounter to do anything stupid now. On that night the both of you will have three different falls to absolutely rip each other apart. None of the falls will have a way for controversial endings. If you win two of the three falls, you will have done so by being undoubtedly and without excuse, the better woman. Are we ready to get this underway ladies?
Susie looks at Hemme and rolls her eyes while motioning with her hand to hurry up with it. Missy never takes her eyes off Susie and continues to death glare at her, offering a meager head shake of "yes."
Hemme: Okay then, ladies and gentlemen, the first fall will be named by one of these women here. It will be a fall likely in their favor, as that would be the smart thing to do. Who gets to go first will be decided by coin toss. The coin toss will only affect the first fall. Ready?
Hemme produces a coin and shows it to both ladies so they can see it is a legit two sided coin, nothing hanky panky afoot. She then flips it high into the air, with Susie yelling "Heads" and Missy yelling "Tails". It lands on heads.
Hemme: Annnnd oh my, Susie wins the coin toss! Susie, all yours, what match will the first fall be fought under?
Smiling ear to ear mischievously, Susie shrugs and pulls the mic to her lips.
Susie: Well, how do ya like them apples? You can't even win a freakin' coin toss against me! Goddamn, Missy. Either you just have the worst luck when you're in the ring with me or you just plain suck. But you know, I've always been raised to believe you should be kinder to those less mentally advantaged, so I'll be charitable for you, sweetie. You go ahead, you can get the first pick, go right ahead...
Hemme and Missy both look stunned for a moment. Missy quickly reverts back to hate mode and curls up nose up at the tiny woman, before grabbing the mic.
Missy: I don't need or want your fake generosity. If your arrogance has clouded that case of air between yer ears then so be it. I'll gladly name the match you pompous little Human-Chihuahua half breed. The first fall will be fought in a TEXAS BULL ROPE MATCH!!!!
The crowd roars, knowing it's basically an automatic win for Missy and because it's been ages since such a match has been fought. Susie's face changes a little: from arrogant and smirky to hateful, as if she's taken aback by the choice.
Missy: That's right little booger. Rules are so simple even your blonde airheaded ass can follow it. A bull rope with steel cowbell in the middle will be attached to our necks. In order to win, one of us has to tag all four corner pads consecutively. That's it. I'm soooooo going to enjoy choking you to death with the rope and bashing your brains out with the cowbell before finally dragging your short little miniature Stay-Puft Marshmellow Woman ass to all corners. Everything you've done to me will be paid back 100 fold in this fall alone. You ain't even gonna make it to the second fall and dayum sure not the third one.
Susie sneers at Missy, not liking the threats or match choice.
Hemme: Wow! Strong words from Missy Sippy here. Easy now, ladies. I can cut the tension with a dull knife right now. Calm down. Let's move on. Since Susie deferred her choice, she now gets to name the second fall.
Susie's face softens a bit and she smiles with a hint of sinister in it.
Susie: I Quit submissions match. I want the world to hear you beg me for mercy while I hurt you so bad.
The crowd cheers even though they hate Susie. The match type seems like a cool one to them, blending two into one.
Susie: I'm better at submissions than you, so it's an easy win for me. Do you even know any damn holds? That doesn't even matter, I'm sure even you can grasp the concept of "me hurt, me say I QUIT"! Can you even string those words together? I know it's a few syllables so it might be a little difficult. God, it's gonna be so good to hear you plead and beg for me to let go because you just can't handle it anymore... This after I've dragged your fat, water retaining sea-cow ass all across the ring in the Texas Bull Rope match. We're not even gonna need this stupid wheel. We won't even get to a third fall.
Missy's face is red, knowing Susie is partially right. Missy doesn't do the submission thing and knows she's gonna be at a severe disadvantage in the second fall.
Hemme: Well, Susie, your confidence is inspiring but you never know what can happen, so we might better spin the wheel just in case. Are we ready?
Now neither woman is looking at the wheel or Hemme, they're staring murder-eyes at each other.
Hemme: Umm... okay?? Well I'll take that as a yes.
The Rockin' Redhead spins the wheel, spurring the fans into another round of cheers. it keeps going and going until finally, alas, it lands on one...
Hemme: the third and final fall will be... A NO RULES LAST WOMAN STANDING MATCH!!!!!
Missy hears it and turns her head toward the wheel instinctively.
*WHAM* Before Missy can react to the selection, Susie drops her suddenly with a blindsided Running Bicycle Knee Strike. From there she begins stomping a mudhole in her and walking it dry as Hemme takes her leave from the ring in a hurry. Susie is drowned in boos from the crowd, which only seems to fuel her more. Taking a few steps back, she measures the scrambling country girl and obliterates her with the Slice Up (Scissor Kick) finisher that Missy is becoming all too familiar with at this point. Like all the times before, Missy lies motionless, face down on the mat, arms and legs spread wide.
Taking this time to grand stand and make a statement, Susie scoops up the discarded mic and places a boot on Missy's back, striking up a dominant pose above her. Looking over at the match selection, she smirks and holds a hand up, starting to count.
Susie: Last Woman Standing, huh? Let's see how that'll go. One... Two... Three... Four... Can you even count this high? She's not even responding! Five... Six... Seven... Okay, okay, I'll give you a chance to recover, I'll be slow and then I'll let you get a free hit in if you do. Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight... Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine... Niiiiiiiine and three quarteeeeeeers... Damn, this is boring, you had your chance. TEN!
Swarmed with jeers that hit her hard like a hammer, Susie casts a smirk at the whole audience as she remains standing over Missy long after her arrogant count-off has ended.
Susie: You all see this? Get used to this positioning, 'cause it's just a sampling of what's to come. You got it? Yeah! Even if Missy gets very lucky and we get to three falls, I'm still winning this.
Susie tosses the mic away and rubs her boot disrespectfully across Missy's back to get any dirt off her sole, then marches out of the ring beaming with pride and snobby expressions.
Amanda is shown as she leaves her locker room. She isn’t too happy that she had to interrupt her free time with Rose, but this here is better than a championship match at the PPV, at least it is less stress. She enters the arena and looks into the camera, with a mean smile in her pretty face.
“Ok, ladies and gentlemen, here I am again. Haha, it’s not so easy to get rid of me.”
For a moment she pauses.
“As you all might know, I didn’t wanna be here now, but I made a deal. I offered my title shot spot against a singles match against the fat cow, oops, I mean Morgan Davis …”
With one hand she covers her mouth and giggles.
“And now you might wanna know why. Well, I will tell you. Again and again I said, that I don’t want a title and I haven't changed my mind, I still don’t want it. But …I don’t like it that other people insult me, I don’t like it, if they steal the win from me, and I don’t like it, if they say I can’t fight. And all these things Morgan did, and not only once. She insulted me on Twitter, she supported that disgusting jerk Raab with his fucking talking about how great the wrestling business, and she did everything to go on my nerves. And then she stole the win from me at the last Primetime.
Well, this here isn't on TV, but I don’t care. I’m glad that I’ll have the chance to kick her fat ass and believe me, I will take this chance.”
Now she lowers her voice.
“And now listen to me Morgan, you can see yourself as dead. This time no trick will help you and I’ll do to you, what I should have done to you last week, I’ll wipe the floor with you, I’ll destroy you and I’ll force you to call me Goddess. Shit yeah, exactly this will happen.
I really don’t give a fuck whether you’re a friend of my sis or whether the fans love you. Your fucking career will end here in the ring tonight.”
Then she starts to laugh.
“And the best thing is that nobody will see it on TV. So you won’t have a viewy ending, you will just fade away, like the nobody you are. Go to hell, you fucking fat cow.”
She flips the bird and goes to the ring.
Singles Match
Sarah Richardson (debut) vs. "Foxy" Alicia Fox
Zoey Valentine informs the GZWA Nation that both of their flights’ were delayed and they won’t be here tonight, but the match will be added to the Final Encounter match card. Veda Scott interrupts Zoey to brag about the Enforcers.
Veda Scott | Lawyer, Loudmouth, and Lover of Cats: “That’s nice and all, but allow me to give you a 101, Zoey… not to be confused with Zoey 101. Then again… you’re as irrelevant as Jamie Lynn Spears so you two can relate in that department. I was robbed of MY opportunity of getting a chance at the Vixen Championship. I have no doubt that the Frosts will dispose of Mariah and that blonde bimbo who got LUCKY against me on Primetime, just like the Enforcers WILL retain the GZWA Tag Team Championships at Final Encounter. While the Mega Busters are licking their wounds at the hospital, I hope the rest of the teams in the tag team division take note that what the Enforcers did to them was only a sample of what is coming their way.”
“I doubt that, Veda.” says Ashleigh Cash as she comes down the entrance ramp with a microphone in hand.
“Another blonde airhead is out here to waste my time. Shouldn’t you be at home licking your boyfriend’s wounds? Or is it that you want a matching pair of 15 stitches each?”
Ashleigh Cash | Blue Bombshell: “Whoa, Veda. I came here bearing gifts to show no hard feelings. We both had a rough week and I wanted to show no hard feelings.”
The catering crew came out to ringside pushing a cart.
Veda Scott: “What’s this, a plea for mercy?”
Ashleigh Cash: “No, just something from the heart to show my sympathy about your dream of becoming Vixen Champion being shattered.”
Veda removes the sheet and is immediately appalled by what she sees.
Veda Scott turns back to face Ashleigh, but found herself being shoved face-first into the cake.
Ashleigh shrugs, “Your glasses was looking kinda dirty, so I figured you needed a better look… Velma.”
While Veda is trying to remove the cake and icing from her face, Ashleigh lifts a kicking and screaming Veda onto her shoulders and sends her crashing through the cart with the Death Dealer (Attitude Adjustment) to the amusement of the GZWA Nation before Xplosion took a commercial break.
"The Crown Prince" Samuel Chatman is backstage bouncing back and forth getting ready for his match with his headphones on. The GZWA cameras are standing there waiting to record him to play in between matches during the live event for the night. He removes the headphones from his ears and places them around his neck and flashes his signature smile at the camera and the audience begins to cheer as he points at them.
♕ "The Crown Prince" Samuel Chatman ♕
What's up GZWA Nation, how y'all feeling out there tonight? I couldn't be happier to be here to share a moment in history with each of you. Now I got several things to discuss but let's get to tonight before I address the future. Tonight history will be made when I face newcomer Desmond Masters in his debut match here on Xplosion. Now I've done my homework on this guy and he is definitely one that will make you remember his name and unlike most people in this industry today I'm not going to just blindly take him lightly because of my past. A match like this both of us have something to prove and that is the element that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand-up. He wants to show the world that he is a dominant force here just like he has been in other wrestling companies and I want to keep my momentum at an all time high heading into Final Encounter where I will be in the I Quit match with my tag team partner Konrad Raab, but more on that in a moment.
So watching his tapes I gotta say that Masters guy is really at the top of his game in the ring he has the skills and the ability to steal the show as if you were watching Dolph Ziggler, there are times where I have seen this guy be completely emotionless and just brutalize his opponent with the dominant force of a guy like Kane. Then I've seen this guy have some hardcore matches that remind me of a Mick Foley match. So he definitely is not to be taken lightly, but you guys know that I am no slouch out there in the ring either. I was trained by some legend in this business and I am the perfect mix of power, technical skills and we all know I love to fly when I'm in that ring. Tonight's strategy is to match his speed and mix up my styles to keep him on his toes and not let him figure out a solid line of attack, to give you a mixture of John Morrison, Evan Bourne, Victor Phillips all rolled up into one package named Samuel Chatman with some tricks of my own mixed in there. I'm confident this is a strategy that will work out. This match will definitely rival any match you will see on Primetime or at a GZWA PPV because I believe that he like I go out there and give it our all any time we are in a match. I'm focused and determined to let the world know that I am ready to be a champion. A champion that you all can be proud of that is solid in action and deed, a hero for the people that won't compromise his honor for the sake of fame.
Speaking of honor, Konrad and I have been racking our brains lately after our training sessions to come up with a name for our tag team because what is a team without a name right? A name shows our bond and solidifies it for all to see. Without a name, it's just two people who are working together for that particular match to pick up a victory but still very much on their own agenda. I'm happy to announce that from this moment forth we shall be known as the Honourable Princes. Yes for those of us in America, it may not be how we spell it but it is one more thing that shows the bond that we have as a team, it is a piece of his heritage and represents his background and Princes because I am the Crown Prince but together it makes two princes that have joined their kingdoms to be the force that conquers the world. We are going to put all our passion, blood, sweat, & tears into making this team your next GZWA Tag Team Champions. We are two men with a common goal to represent you the people. We aren't doing this for power, money, greed or bragging rights in the locker room. It is time that someone in this business represents the people and gives you the role models that we had growing up as children turning on our televisions and attending live shows and seeing the greats hold up championships in that ring. This is for the little boy with nothing but a dream to stand there in that very ring and have people cheer for him and scream his name as he stands victorious. That is what Konrad and I will bring to those titles.
At Final Encounter we will be the permanent fixture that you all have been demanding for quite some time. We will bring the prestige back to those titles when we dethrone the false kings, The Enforcers, who are simply holding those titles just to say they are holding this company hostage. They have no purpose other than stockpiling power with the titles. Like seriously is "The Machine" even still a thing? Or is it a dream that some people refuse to let die? Sure The Mizfits dominated for a very long time and that is to be respected, but let's face it, they got complacent and it was time for new champions. But did you really get a team that was worthy to even call themselves champions at all? I say no, I say you got place holders that are getting those belts nice and shined up for the Honourable Princes to claim at Final Encounter. It won't be an easy task, but I believe in my partner and I believe in all the training we have been doing together to get our timing just right and our chemistry is on fire so why wouldn't we succeed. Plus the most important thing of all that we have is the love and support from every single one of you in this arena and the folks at home. With all that going for us, then failure simply is not an option!
Finally, I have to make a desperate plea that if you have any information on Maryse's whereabouts, please PLEASE come forward and let me know. I don't care if you are involved or not I just want her returned home safely. It really sickens me to know that someone could actually do something like this. Don't take away her dream and everything she has worked so hard to achieve. Regardless of what she has said or done, no one deserves this so please free Maryse. Well my loyal subjects, my match is coming up soon and I need to get ready. Enjoy yourselves tonight and blow the roof off this place when Desmond and I come out and give you the best match you've ever seen. Peace y'all.
Singles Match
Desmond Masters (debut) vs. "The Crown Prince" Samuel Chatman - No Contest
Newcomer Desmond Masters stood in the ring poised and ready to challenge the Crown Prince, but Samuel Chatman is attacked by The Miz and Jayson Heagerty on the way to the ring. The Iceman isn’t here to come to his tag team partner’s aid, but the Crown Prince found some help from Desmond Masters coming to his aid to chase off the team of Fear Hollywood.
The scene begins with Morgan Davis standing front and center in the hallway. Instead of the regular interviewer like Primetime, the cameraman let Morgan do all of the work for herself, which would be an easy task for her considering the chain of events that have occurred throughout her life. She crosses her arms before beginning to speak.
“Everyone knows that I am an active user of social media, so of course I was going to see everything that Amanda posted. Normally, people just block or mute whoever they come at odds with, but this lady right here? *points at self* “She doesn’t do that. That’s for people who don’t have the skin to bounce that negativity away from them, or not willing to stick up for themselves. I’m either unbothered about someone, or I’m willing to read someone from head to toe if needed.”
“But, Amanda? She’s GZWA’s own Internet Troll gimmick. I’m starting to believe that she has developed some sort of psychological problem. Bipolar disorder, maybe? Like Amanda bumped her head a few times on a headboard whenever Rose was tickling her. She really needs help. Maybe an intervention. She has caused quite a stir on social media and can’t seem to understand why.”
“Speaking of which, the worst thing about this is that her ass believes she is the victim. Not saying that I am either with the amount of tea I always spilled on her, but really, girl? Look at what she posted on Twitter yesterday, comparing me to a fat cow, yet again, by posting pictures of a literal cow.”
“Throughout all of this, she doesn’t seem to understand that she is the reason of her career declining and on its final deathbed. Keep in mind that after the executives ever so graciously booked her in the Vixen’s Title match at Final Encounter, she was the one that chose to bail with some outlandish excuse. Stress. Girl, bye. What does she know about that?”
That’s perfectly fine though. After Xplosion and Final Encounter,that fat cow she posted? She can post another picture of that fat cow with the Vixen’s Title photoshopped around its waist, and continue to stay pressed. Me winning at Xplosion will put the final nail in the coffin for her career, while I achieve better for myself along the way, like wrestling opponents who actually want to be there.”
Morgan walks away from the camera, but something on her mind causes her to walk back.
“One more thing. Word of advice. If Rose tries to cheat for you again, she’s gonna catch these hands after the match.”
Main Event: Primetime Rematch - Singles Match
"The Georgia Peach" Morgan Davis def. "The Godddess" Amanda Cortez (w/ Rose Cortez)
Rose helps Amanda put on her gloves, but that proved to be a ploy to distract Morgan as Amanda threw one in her face and immediately pounced at her with the Fade to Black (The Gore). Amanda only managed to get a near-fall from that tactic to the surprise of the Cortez clan. Amanda argues with referee while Rose is on the ring apron, only for Morgan Davis to collide into the Goddess with a Boo-Tee Bump (Rearview). This causes Amanda to bump heads with Rose and inadvertently to knock Rose off the ring apron. This left Amanda dazed long enough for Morgan to hit the #SitYourAssDown (Leg Drop Bulldog) for the win.
