Final Encounter 2017

[Xion Zeros]

Ground Zero Wrestling Association
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Official Theme: "Can You Feel My Heart" by Bring Me The Horizon

Note: Whenever Samuel  FINALLY posts the kick-off show at some point, you can ignore the matches I wrote that are duplicates as I'll modify this initial post to reflect those changes, but the match results in terms of winners will be the same. The kickoff show is understood as these first two matches on this card while the PPV starts with the flashback concerning the Vixen Championship between Mariah, Xion, and Mary. I don't want to make you guys wait any longer than I have already have, so I'm going to post matches between my time at work the next few days.

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Singles Match
Sarah Richardson (debut) vs. Jennifer Dunn (debut)


Prof. X: Welcome to the show, GZWA fans. We have two debuting Vixens making their first appearances for GZWA here tonight. The lovely brunette in one corner is the mixed martial artists fighter turned pro wrestler, Jennifer Dunn, while in the other corner, we have former Ring of Beauty competitor Sarah Richardson.
Francine: Wow, these Ring of Beauty ladies are showing up here in GZWA left and right.
The Carter: Looks like I’m going to have brush up on my knowledge on the ladies of Ring of Beauty. Good thing that there’s archives of that company on the Elite Wrestling Network. Only $7.99 a month, folks! That’s one hell of a deal.
Francine: Yes, it is, but you don’t have to plug the price tag every time we come out here.

After the opening bell, Jennifer Dunn makes the first move by opening with Double Leg Takedown to the unsuspecting Sarah Richardson. Sarah stopped Jennifer in her tracks with a Double Axe Handle over Jennifer’s spine, which allowed Sarah to retaliate with a Fisherman’s Suplex. With Jennifer grounded, Sarah added a little flair to her offense in the form of a standing Shooting Star Press. Unfortunately, Jennifer Dunn put her knees up to defend against the maneuver. While Sarah clutched her midsection, Jennifer flung Sarah across the ring with a Hairpull Snapmare. Jennifer isn’t without a heart - she helped Sarah back to her feet in a Front Headlock before continuing her offense with a barrage of knees to Sarah’s face. If that wasn’t enough, Jennifer spiked Sarah head-first into the mat with a Falcon Arrow.

The Carter: Whoa, that definitely rattled her brains.
Francine: Who knows. They say that all blonds are airheads, so let’s see if that had any effect on Miss Richardson before we start jumping to conclusions.

Sarah staggers to her feet, holding her head as she’s dazed from the impact. Jennifer struck from behind like a clever predator with a successful Single Leg Takedown. She vised her arms around Sarah’s leg with an Ankle Lace. Sarah crawls towards the ropes while Jennifer maintained her grip. Just as Jennifer noticed that Sarah was about to reach the ropes, she released the Ankle Lace; only to drag her away from the ropes in a Full Nelson to prevent the inevitable rope break.

Prof. X: Jennifer Dunn showing the technical prowess of a fine tuned predator. Her experienced in MMA is definitely going to be an asset to her in the squared circle.

Sarah Richardson spun out of the hold with a Swinging Neckbreaker to break free.

The Carter: Sarah Richardson’s definitely no slouch either!

Sarah Richardson aims for Running Bulldog to the waking Jennifer Dunn, but Jennifer caught her in the act with an Atomic Drop to counter. She traps her with another Full Nelson, only to propel Sarah overhead into a bridging German Suplex with her shoulders pinned to the mat.

Francine: A move like that would make even Kota Ibushi blush.


ONE…


TWO…


NO!!!


Sarah Richardson still had some fight in her, so Jennifer improvises by transitioning into an application of a Full Nelson STF (Alex Shelley). Sarah had nowhere to go - she was trapped in this hold. What was she going to do to? Would she give up here and now or did she see another way out of this unfavorable position? Sarah Richardson headbutts back behind her into Jennifer’s head repeatedly to free herself. Sarah dragged Jennifer to her feet and dropped her back to the mat with a Snap Suplex. The ball was back in her court as Sarah controlled the momentum of this match. Sarah was the dealer of pain now as she leaned back stretching Jennifer’s arms in the Hanging Ten (Standing Inverted Surfboard) while Sarah stood on Jennifer’s breasts as she stretches her arms.

Francine: Hanging Ten? Hmmm, I’m surprised that’s not called the Implant Buster… I couldn’t see her being able to do that on some of the other more ‘endowed’ girls in that department.
The Carter: Franny, stop trying to turn me out with the mental picture of that! We have a match to call here!
Francine: You’re the only one here with your mind in the gutter as always, Carter.

Jennifer’s had enough and manages to escape any further agony by propelling Sarah off her body with a well-timed Monkey Flip. Jennfier stood back up, winding her arms up to ease the tension before lunging towards the waking Sarah Richardson with a Running Haymaker. Sarah Richardson ducks underneath Jennifer’s incoming swing and performs a Bridging Dragon Suplex.

Prof. X: I got a Pegasus Kid flashback watching her pull that maneuver off.


ONE…


TWO…


THR--WAIT!!!


Jennifer Dunn escapes the pin attempt with a Granby Roll and turns the tables with a well-placed Armbar. Just like that, Sarah Richardson found herself in another unfavorable position. Sarah cursed herself while it looks like Jennifer Dunn has this match won. Sarah is trapped in the middle of the ring, far from the reach of the ropes. Or is it? Sarah Richardson wasn’t going to give up that easily. She bit tooth and nail against the hold as she stood back up with Jennifer trying to keep her weight on top of her shoulder. Sarah’s undying determination seemed to pay off, but Jennifer swung around to maintain her wrench on Sarah’s arm, only to find herself swung around with her own momentum into the Wipe Out (Overhead Uranage). Sarah didn’t need both of her arms to make the cover as she draped her body over Jennifer while hooking her leg with her good arm with the referee making the count.

ONE…


TWO…


THREE!!!


Prof. X: That was an excellent performance by both of our debuting ladies. Naturally, both women couldn’t win, but they both definitely have a bright future in GZWA if they keep on putting on performances like that.
Francine: I couldn’t agree with you more, professor. The future's looking bright for the Vixens division.
The Carter: What are you talking about, Franny. ALL of the Vixens have ALWAYS been looking DAYUM fine to me!
Francine: Ugh...


WINNER: Sarah Richardson.

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Singles Match
Desmond Masters vs. "The Mountain" Rex Terrell


Prof. X: This newcomer has the worst kind of luck to draw having a match against the Mountain himself in his GZWA PPV debut.
Francine: Look at it this way. If Desmond Masters manages to topple this beast, then he’s off to make a massive impact right off the bat.
The Carter: Better him than me in there. I wouldn’t be caught dead in that ring with Rex Terrell.


After the opening bell, Desmond Masters locks up with the Mountain. Unfortunately, he found himself being shoved out of the ring with ease by the superhuman strength of the Mountain. Rex turned to taunt the crowd with his back to Desmond at ringside. That proved to be a costly mistake as Masters returned with a Springboard Dropkick from the ring apron. The blow doesn’t floor Rex but manages to rock the Mountain. Desmond doesn’t stop there; he follows up with a barrage of elbows strikes before ending this combination of strikes with a Discus Forearm. Rex Terrell caught Masters in motion with the Lifeless Grip (Two-Handed Choke). Masters doesn’t panic and maintains his composure by connecting with a knee Rex’s face. The blow manages to force Rex to release his unwilling prisoner.

Desmond Masters stumbles back to his feet and hits the ropes. He returns with a Handspring Cutter to the recovering Rex Terrell. Rex caught Desmond onto his shoulders and dropped him onto the canvas with a thunderous Pumphandle Slam reversal. The Mountain doesn’t stop there. He powers back to his feet with Desmond in a Front Fireman’s Carry. Rex Terrell then charged across the ring with Desmond in tow before ramming his spine into the cornerpost and powerslams him to the mat into a pin.


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TWO…


THRE---WAIT!!


Rex releases the count before 3 as shook his head to signify that he isn’t done toying with Desmond Masters yet. The Mountain raised Desmond off the the canvas into a Chokelift. Desmond backflips out of the vise grip and into a falling Cutter to stun Rex momentarily. That was the window of opportunity that Desmond Masters needed to turn his luck around in this match as he followed up with a Frontflip DDT to stunned Rex Terrell. While that would have been enough to put down most Superstars, the Mountain still doesn’t stay down for long. Desmond Masters connects with a Standing Moonsault just as Rex sat up from the canvas and followed up with the Guard Shifter (Boom Drop) before making a pin of his own.


ONE…


TWO…


T---NO!!!


Desmond doesn’t allow the kickout deter his focus and determination towards winning in his debut. He struck with more elbow strikes to the waking Rex only to receive Broken Ribs (Bear Hug).

Prof. X: That’s not the hug your grandma gives you when you visit, folks.
The Carter: That doesn’t look like a big, friendly hug either.
Francine: That’s not a hug. Rex is squeezing the life out of that poor boy.

Desmond Masters raises his arms as it looks like he can’t endure anymore from this bone-crushing hold. Instead of tapping out, Desmond Masters wisely claps the Mountain’s ears to break the hold. Rex immediately released Desmond out of the hold. Desmond then took the opportunity to catch his breath briefly and hits the ropes. He returns with a Shining Wizard to the Mountain. Rex caught him out of the air into a Powerbomb, but Masters drops back behind the Mountain. He connects with a Back Kick that knocks Rex face-first into the corner post. Rex’s face bounces off the steel and he finally topples to the mat as the GZWA Nation are on their feet, cheering at Desmond’s achievement here in his debut.

The Carter: C’mon kid, you got this!!

With the GZWA Nation cheering him on, Desmond Masters eyes his prey as he stood out on the ring apron. The Mountain shook off the cobwebs and slowly returned to a vertical base as Desmond closed in for the kill with the Adrenaline Spark (Phenomenal Forearm). The GZWA Nation collectively unleashes an audible gasp of shock as the Mountain swats him out of the air with the Mountain Pass (Samoan Spike) out of the air.

Prof. X: No, not like this!!

Rex makes the cover.


ONE…


TWO…


THREE!!!


Francine: The new kid gave Rex a run for his money, that’s for sure.
The Carter: Yeah, who would’ve thought he would’ve gotten floored by the newbie in his debut match?
Prof. X: Sad but true. Desmond Masters lost here tonight at the hands of the Mountain, but I think he’s won over a place in the hearts of the GZWA Nation tonight.



WINNER: “The Mountain” Rex Terrell.

[Xion Zeros]

Roughly 4 months ago…

It was after the first Primetime of 2017 and Xion Zeros asked Mariah for a private meeting in the conference room between himself and Mary. Mary had her arms folded with her feet propped up on the table.

Mariah cut her eyes at her before looking at Xion at the head of the table before sitting down.

Xion Zeros | GZWA Chairman: “Don’t mind her. Mary’s only here as a representative of the Board of Directors to make sure this transaction takes place.”

Mariah looks confused, “I don’t understand what’s going on. Why all of the secrecy and what-not?”

Xion shrugs, “To be quite honest, I don’t want my fiancee to throw a fit about what I am about to do when I know how much she wants this.”

Mariah: “What are you talking about?”

Mary: “Just wait, Marisol. Christmas is about to come early.”

With those words, Mary picked up the briefcase from underneath her chair and slid it across the table across to Mariah.

Xion: “Open it.”

Mariah opens it cautiously as if she’s expecting a trap of some kind, only to utter a gasp of shock after revealing the contents inside - the vacant Vixen Championship. Mariah took the title in her hands and within her mind’s eye she journeyed back in time to that fateful night that she defeated Raven and obtained the goal that had eluded her for well over seven years. She thought about how much pride she had for herself and the honor she felt to be at the top of the division as the champion. She looked over the belt again before lowering it back into the confines of the briefcase.

Mariah shook her head, “I don’t understand. Why are you giving me this?”

Xion: “The Board of Directors deemed it appropriate that it was offered back to you now that the title has been reactivated. You were the previous title holder before Delta Madison departed after all, so it should naturally revert back to you.”

Mariah shut the briefcase and shook her head, “I can’t accept this. I’m in no shape - physically nor mentally - to lead this division. I put everything and then some against Gail and I couldn’t even stand up with her afterwards…”

Mary: “You two put on one hell of a show. Even I was on the edge of my seat at that performance… To be honest, I was rooting for Gail to kill you but that’s beside the fact. Good job, grandma. I’ll have your walker ready outside.”

“Ha, ha, Mary. Very funny,” Mariah uttered after rolling her eyes.

She slid the briefcase back towards Xion.

“I know that there’s a gaping hole at the top of the women’s division here in GZWA and after the Reina de Reinas Dos event, there seems to be even more eyes on the company with the best women from around the world wanting to compete here to be the best. If I took that title without earning it and allowing it to sit on the sidelines while I recover, I would be doing a disservice to all of those women who have been kicking ass everyday and every time they step into not only a GZWA ring but a wrestling ring period. I’m content with waiting at the back of the line and earning my way to the top again.”

Mary sighs loudly, “I HATE you so much, sometimes, y’know? The old you would have taken that title in a heartbeat and painted the town red, whether you were ready to compete or not. What do you owe to these disrespectful, snot-nosed kids that rather ‘spill the tea’ talking gossip about each other, what’s filling every hole in their bodies, or becoming reality TV stars than actually wrestling? You beat Gail for crying out loud. That entitles you to take your place on the throne. You are the leader of the Queen Bee Mafia, are you not?”

Mariah rubs her temples, “Mary, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m not that cruel, selfish person anymore? I’ve turned my life around for the better and I’m giving back instead of taking things for myself. Y’know, something that you could do more of, Mary.”

Mary: “Puh-lease. Don’t lecture me with your righteous attitude. I’ve given back more than enough with saving your JOB and giving the world the gift that is my brilliance with my Reinas tournament. I long for the day when you realize that this goody-two-shoes act is going to result in nothing but a lack of respect and nothing that anyone will remember outside of being a stepping stone that all of these girls will use to elevate themselves into stardom. Oh thanks MiMi for being the welcome mat of the Vixens’ division if that’s what you’re aspiring for your legacy to be. Or maybe I should start calling you ‘stairs’ because that’s all what these women will think of you as.

Do you really think all of these so-called ‘friends’ that you’ve accumulated over the past few years really care about you more than they care about bumping themselves up into a better position on the match card or their various social statuses by association? Don’t be so goddamn naive, Marisol. You’re better than this. So much better. And deep down, you know it too.

Tell me Marisol. When was the last time that one of your former students DIDN’T blow you off after training them or stabbed you in the back to move up the ladder? How many of them won’t even publicly acknowledge you as their trainer? How many stray kittens have you taken in that have ran away at the first opportunity? Hmm?”

Mariah slams her hands on top of the conference table, “You rude little pendeja! I have thanked you - plenty of times actually for ensuring that I was able to stay here… but I didn’t ask you or anyone else to do me any special favors. You seem to think that everything I do is for name recognition? I’ve been in this business for the good portion of my adult life and I still feel like a small fish in a big pond. People come and go - that’s just life. I have learned a long time ago from the mistakes of holding petty grudges and foolish attachments to things and toxic people. You don’t know how much strength it takes for me not to sit on social media 24/7 a day and read the nonsense that comes out of people’s mouths about me, this company, this business, and the people in it but still turn the other cheek and continue to do what I do best and work. I’m not ‘petty’ as cry for help or a pathetic plea for attention like you or so many Mary. If people have a problem with me, they know what to do - bring it to the ring.

You always have so much shit to say that comes out of your mouth, Mary, then why don’t you put your parents’ money where you mouth is and step up against me? We can squash this here and now.”

Mary: “You don’t want that. So easy down, cowboy, before your mouth writes a check that your ass can’t cash. You know it, Xion knows it, and I know it that you’re not in any shape to be calling out anyone to a fight. I’m being your friend, Marisol. I’m telling you what all of your other so-called fake friends are too fixated on riding your coat tails instead of telling you the truth about your life.”

Xion interjects, “Enough, Mary…she’s made her choice. I’ve spoken with Miss Malkov and she’s fine with making appearances for GZWA after we determine a new Vixen Champion in the New Year. Mariah, don’t think that you’re off the hook either. I’m going to continue to fill this women’s division with the best female athletes in the world, but I still want you to be a part of it when you’re able. I can’t speak for all of the women on the roster, but I think it means a lot to them to share that ring with you.”

Mary stood up from the table, “Fine with me, Xion. As far as I’m concerned we were done here anyway. Toodles...” She waved to them both as she exited out of the room.

Mariah stood up and maneuvered around the table, “I don’t see how you can stomach being around her sometimes...”

Xion sighed, “Meh, just the cost of doing business. By the way… between you and me, I’m glad that you didn’t take this back. Out of all of the years that I have known you, I have never seen you take a handout from anyone - even during the worst of your days.”

Mariah turned back towards Xion, “I won it before and I’m confident that I can do it again.”

Xion laughs, “As long as it doesn’t take you another seven years, I’ll be glad to see you accomplish that feat again.”

Mariah shook her head, “Sooo not funny on that one, Xion.”

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Singles Match
*** Winner obtains remaining spot in 6 Pack Challenge ***
Ursula Areano vs. Zora Graysen

Prof. X: Zora Graysen and Ursula Areano have been turning heads since arriving here in GZWA. Both of these women are fighting for the golden opportunity to advance to the 6 Pack Challenge here later tonight.
Francine: Ursula Areano is picking up where her sister Olivia left off after her unfortunate injury and wants to continue to represent the Areano family name in this company. Zora Graysen been steadily fighting to gain the respect of her peers as the newest graduate of 3 Kount Wrestling.
The Carter: I think both of these ladies are future Vixen Champions in the making. Both are definitely easy on the eyes too, if I may add.

After the opening bell, Zora Graysen made the first move by opening with a Discus Clothesline. Ursula Areana stylishly ducks underneath her incoming swing and counters with a Reverse Neckbreaker in one smooth motion. Ursula followed up with a Standing 450 Splash to the grounded Zora, only to miss the mark as Zora put her knees up to defend. This gave Zora the opportunity to capitalize with a Hairpull Backbreaker to traumatize Ursula’s torso area even more before ending this combination with a Gory Neckbreaker. Confident with the damage that she has dealt to Ursula, Zora hooks Ursula’s leg in a pin attempt.


ONE…


TWO…


NO!!!


Ursula kicks Zora in the side of the head to break the pin to leave the petite Vixen rattled from the blow. Ursula sprung back to her feet and charged in with a Shining Wizard towards the waking Zora. Zora responds by dropping Ursula onto the corner post behind her with an impromptu Snake Eyes out of desperation. Zora held Ursula at bay with a Corner Foot Choke briefly before Zora reeled Ursula out of the corner. She opts for Cartwheel Arm Drag but Ursula whips her back into the corner and hits the Argentina Train (Elijah Express). After her upper body and head impacts into the corner post, Ursula rolled her up into Schoolboy Roll-Up.


ONE…


TWO…


T---WAIT!!!


Zora manages to escape defeat by applying a Figure Four Headscissor to break the pin attempt. Ursula surprises the GZWA Nation by performing a headstand to escape and kips up back to her feet. She hits the ropes and connects with a Bulldog to the waking Zora Graysen.

The Carter: I don't know who to cheer for! I want both of these ladies to win!

With Zora struggling to get back up, Ursula unleashes a series of rapid kicks to her chest. Zora catches one of the kicks in momentum and spun Ursula around and off-balance. Zora then capitalizes with an Inverted Overdrive. She doesn’t stop there. Zora smacks the mat and goes for Superwoman Punch to the waking Ursula Areano. In a bizarre twist of fate, both women collide into each other as Ursula and Zora take each other out with the Fist of Fury (Knock Out Punch) and Superwoman Punch simultaneously, leaving both women out cold on the mat.

Prof. X: That was definitely a clash of superpowers right there. Both of these ladies are down and out after that collision.
Francine: It just shows how hungry these women are for that opportunity to challenge for the vacant Vixen Championship later tonight. 
The Carter: But I'm hungry now... I wonder if the concessions guy delivers?

The referee has no choice but to make the double knockout count.


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Both women return back to their feet as the GZWA Nation gives them an applause. Ursula Areano made the first move to continue this match in the form of a Roundhouse Kick. Zora Graysen avoids the blow with a stylish Matrix evasion and retaliates by rocking Ursula with kick to the head. Zora hits the ropes and follows up with a Tilt-a-Whirl DDT to the reeling Ursula Areano. Unfortunately for Zora, her own momentum is used against her as Ursula turns the tables by transforming her maneuver into a powerful Tempest Turn (Argentine Cutter) counter from nowhere. With Zora down, Ursula hooked her leg in a pin attempt.


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TWO…


THREE!!!

Prof. X: Congratulations are in order for Ursula Areano as she has earned the first spot to advance into the 6-Pack Challenge for the Vixen Championship later tonight. 
Francine: Poor Zora put up a good fight, but she seems like she can't catch a break at all.
The Carter: Aye, aye, aye! Mamacita Ursula picks up the win. I'm sure her sister Olivia is watching at home with pride that she's representing the Areano family with a strong performance in this opening contest. 


WINNER: Ursula Areano; Ursula advances to 6 Pack Challenge.

[Xion Zeros]

Two weeks ago…

Mariah is sitting in on one of the many training sessions going on at the Project X training facility, co-owned by Xion Zeros, T-Bone (Xion’s best friend), and Mariah herself. Carrie Marie is running the class through drills while Mariah and her old friend Emily are watching through the two-way mirror, unknown to the class.

Emily: “So I hear you got a big match coming up after you got cleared to get back into the ring. Worried as usual, I bet?”

Mariah sighed, “You know me too well. The nerves never go away. Just get easier to manage with experience. I’m more worried about letting Bobbi down more than anything. She has her heart set on winning this thing and I don’t know anything about our opponents. I don’t want to be the one to make her lose her chance to get a shot at the Vixen Championship.”

Emily: “Well, that’s nice and all, but don’t you want a shot at it too? Delta’s not around to defend it herself so it’s only right that Xion do something to name a new champion. That title’s been deactivated gathering dust for long enough. There’s plenty of new faces who deserve that opportunity - old and new. After seeing you kill it out there with Gail, I was anxious to see you in that conversation for the gold.”

Mariah: “I think we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, Emily. I think most of my anxiety is coming from facing these girls who have no idea what to expect from them and the fact that I was thrown into this situation without any warning or chance to mentally prepare. I don’t want Bobbi to think that I’m upset with her, so I’m going to met with her after we’re done here for the day.”

Emily shrugged, “Don’t be too hard on her. You know you loved it back in the day when we were first coming up and we didn’t know what was coming next. Some days we tagged, others we were pitted against each other, and others we even got to fight the boys. A little randomness is good for everyone. I’ve seen her come in here with the class a few times and train with them, even offering some words of wisdom. She’s a good apple, Marisol. I don’t think you have anything to concern yourself with. She’s not going to steer you down the wrong path.”

Both Mariah and Emily cringe at the landing of one of the students practicing moonsaults on the crash pads in the ring.

“Jesus Christ… I’m glad she’s alright…I hope she didn’t break something.”

Mariah: “That’s what’s the on-site physicians are for. Get her a few X-Rays to make sure she didn’t break anything on that landing.”

Emily: “You should be in there showing them the ropes. Don’t tell me you’re a gun-shy since getting cleared to go again.”

Mariah: “I think Carrie’s doing a fine job. No need to step on her toes. Besides, I can’t stop thinking about what Mary said…”

Emily: “You’re still letting her fill your head with her bullshit? Excuse my French, Marisol, but you know Mary only cares about herself. There’s some good and bad eggs in the world - even though it seems like there’s more of the latter nowadays, but I take pride knowing that I work with the nicest person I know. Don’t ever change, Marisol. You know I’ve been here for your ups and downs and I don’t want to see you walk down that dark path again.”

Mariah: “Don’t worry… I don’t plan on it. It just saddens me a lot to see so many women take that as the easy way out as they find being kind as a weakness and resort to being rude and nasty as the only means to an end when in reality, it only shows the world how truly weak they really are.”

Emily: “If that’s the case, then why is Mary’s nonsense is on that big brain of yours?”

Mariah: “I always wonder, if I was better back then… or as I am now?”

Emily playfully nudged Mariah, “You’re always a better person today than you were yesterday. In terms of wrestling ability, you may have been more reckless and ruthless back then, but look at it this way. You have devoted all of your time and energy into other means of performing well in that ring without having to resort to vile strategies and cheap tricks. You can’t look me in the eyes and honestly say that you don’t like winning to those methods. You take pride in yourself for not having to resort to those means.”

Mariah: “I know, but…”

Emily interrupts, “No butts, no cuts, no coconuts!”

Mariah busts out laughing, “What are we in preschool again?”

Emily: “No, but I made you laugh, so that’s all that matters!”

Later that evening, Carrie wrapped up training for the day after Mariah and Emily spoke with the students one by one in private to discuss the results of their performance reviews after monitoring their progress today. Mariah sat in the conference room on her laptop updating their files while Carrie Marie was packing her bags. Emily stuck her head back into the room where Mariah sat alone.

"Yo, MiMi. You got a visitor. Blondie's here to see you just like you asked. You need me to stick around or you good?"

Mariah shook her head, "Nah, I'm fine. You and Carrie go ahead and go home. I can lock up for the night. I don't want to hold you two up. Bobbi and I have a bit to talk about if we want to get on the same page for Final Encounter."

Emily smiled, "OK, I'll show her in and leave you two to it. Don't go too hard, OK? Remember you're going into your first match since stepping into the ring with Gail. You don't want to hurt yourself training before the match even starts. Take it slow."

She sighs, "I dunno why I'm even talking to you of all people. I know you're going to go all out or it wouldn't be you. Just promise me that you're going to take it easy and actually rest before the show?"

Mariah gave her a smile, "I promise. I'll clear my schedule for rest and relaxation that day before my flight."

As Carrie and Emily leave the room Bobbi enters a few moments after as the door is shut behind her. She jumps a bit as she looks over at Mariah with a sheepish smile.

Bobbi: H-hey...

The blonde says clearly nervous as she takes a seat at the table across from her.

MiMi lowered the lid to her laptop and greeted Bobbi with a warm smile. "Welcome to mi casa away from home. Have a seat and make yourself at home. It seems like we've got a lot to talk about, huh?"

Bobbi: Yea...that's probably my fault...

Bobbi rubs the back of her neck nervously as she can't even bare to make eye contact with her friend as she quickly confesses.

Bobbi: Scratch that, it IS my fault...Mariah I'm SO sorry, I didn't mean to put you in this situation without talking to you first. It was just in the heat of the moment and one thing led to another and I put my foot in my mouth and signed you up for a match without even asking you...

Bobbi sighs and hangs her head a bit.

Bobbi: I feel awful…

Mariah perked a brow, "Ummm, what are you talking about? I'm not mad that you picked me of all people to help you against the Frosts. I just didn't think you thought that highly of me to ask me to be your partner. If anything I was taken back by it. I've been stressing myself out wondering how much help I would be to you over the last few weeks after getting medically cleared. That's not your fault, it's the pressure I always put on myself to not let my fans and even better myself down when I compete.

I had to do a lot of soul-searching but I'll do my best not to let you down. I don't know anything about the Frosts - this is your fight, but it'll be my pleasure to fight by your side in that ring. Just like I told you that fateful night when you reached out on Twitter, if you need help or a friend, I'm always one call away. I'm not going back on my word now."

Mariah hands her the box of tissues on the table, grinning.

Bobbi huffs a bit at the tissue tease and slides it back across the table at Mariah.

Bobbi: Har har har, not crying...just a bit emotional. Perfectly normal...that's what I am...

The blonde nods trying to feel more confident in herself right now.

Bobbi: While I find it quite weird all these other women from Ring of Beauty are following in my footsteps of coming back to the ring, I'm not ready to trust one of them in the ring as my tag partner in such a serious match such as this. You are the one I want standing by my side against the Frosts. Susan, Carmen, and Giselle might be in the crowd that night, but YOU are the one that's in the ring with me...and that means a lot to me.

Mariah smiled, "When you put it that way, I wouldn't miss this chance to team up with you for the world. I think it's a good thing a lot of the old RoB girls are following you here. It's more competition and totally reminds me of the old ZXWWF gang following me here in GZWA when the company first got off the ground. They prolly see it as a fresh start in a new place to turn over a new leaf or in the Frosts' case, continue where they left off.

Seriously... what's the deal between you and them? Did you steal their candy during nap time in daycare when you all were kids or something?"

Bobbi lets out a loud sigh.

Bobbi: I didn't even know Dominique had a sister until like a month ago, I legit have NO idea why she hates me...but clearly she does. Dominique? Well we go back to Ring of Beauty there, she was Susan's right hand woman in sXp and clearly Dominique didn't like me then because Susan didn't like me. Since then me and Susan have reconciled and we're back on the same page...which is nice, unfortunately the same can't be said for Dominique. She's still holding the grudge from Ring of Beauty it seems and now her and her sister came here to try and ruin my comeback...

Bobbi grumbles a bit about that.

Mariah notices she hit a nerve on the subject and changes gears a bit.

"We'll get them, Bobbi. Just save your anger for unleashing on them in the ring.

I wanted to let you know something else too. It's actually the reason why I asked you to come here for we could talk about it before the show..."

Mariah clears her throat before continuing, "I want to talk about who is going to advance to that 6 Pack Challenge for the Vixen Championship."

Bobbi nods.

Bobbi: Well hopefully one of us right?

The blonde says with a slightly nervous laugh.

Bobbi: As long as one of us win I'm cool, I don't want the Frosts to have a chance to get a championship here before me, I would NEVER hear the end of it.

Mariah shook her head, "I want YOU to have the opportunity. I had the chance to take back the title that I never lost but I gave it up to give the title back to the division. That includes you, Bobbi. No butts either. We beat the Frosts then you go and have your golden opportunity. You've been working so hard for this since you've come back that I don't want to be the one standing in your way of your dream."

Bobbi has mixed feelings about this as she tries to find the right words to respond with.

Bobbi: Mariah, I appreciate the words...trust me I do. But I don't want a miscommunication between us to allow the Frosts to win. If you have a shot to win, you should take it. If I have a shot, I'll take it. I don't want to play games with these two...I just want to make sure we win....

Bobbi looks down for a few moments before looking back up at Mariah.

Bobbi: But I'll promise you this, if I get the pinfall and I go on to that championship match...Nothing is going to stop me from leaving with that title. That championship is the vindication I need to make me feel like this entire return wasn't a mistake, if I can win two matches in one night...I'll know in my heart I truly belong back in the business that I love.

Mariah sighed and slowly nodded in agreement with her.

Mariah: "Vindication? You belong here, Bobbi. Returning to the ring was far from a mistake. I could see that from watching all of your matches at ringside since your return. That ring is your home as much as anyone else in this company. You're like a fish to water in there. Don't allow your thirst for vindication be your own undoing. You could want something so much that it causes you to lose before the match has even begun. Don't allow yourself to want the title so much that it blinds you from what's really important.

I've seen far too many people go down that dark road and become cold and ruthless. I don't want to see you lose your light, Bobbi. That smile of yours is infectious. Makes me believe that I can do anything since you believe in me."

Bobbi smiles and nods.

Bobbi: I hear what you're saying. But I REALLY want this. I feel like it was meant to be you know? But I'm not going to lose focus, one match at a time. There's nothing I'd like more than to pin Dominique right in the middle of the ring and then beat someone for the championship later on that night. It would truly be a perfect evening...

Bobbi lets out a happy sigh just envisioning all of this happening in her head.

Mariah mused, "You know... we've never thought of a tag team name."

Bobbi gasps as her smile gets bigger.

Bobbi: Well normally only long term tag teams get tag team names...are you saying what I THINK you're saying!?

The blonde asks with excitement in her brown eyes.

Mariah shrugs her shoulders, teasing a bit more.

"Oh I dunno... We don't have to make this team-up thing a one-off. I wouldn't mind doing it more often after the PPV. Just because the show is called Final Encounter doesn't mean that our partnership should be regarded as such.

We'd have to think of a team finish and so much other stuff..."

Bobbi slams her fist on the table clearly all hyper about this idea.

Bobbi: I love the sound of all of this! Of course if I wasn't hyped enough or the pay per view already, you got me on a whole other level now! I am so ready to show the world at Final Encounter I can still do this at a high level, and YOU get to prove to yourself that you are everything I know you are and more! The Frosts are gonna wish they never came back after Final Encounter is over!

Mariah: Easy there. Save that excitement for our match. We’re going to need it. Rest up and I’ll call you in the morning. We have a lot of planning and preparation ahead of us for this match.

Mariah saw her out of the building and closed the door, only for Mary to walk out of one of the adjacent rooms.

Mary: “Teaming up with Blondie at Final Encounter, eh? It’s your first match back and you’re already throwing yourself out for these people like a welcome mat. You know that she doesn’t care whether you get hurt out there. Bobbi just wants to fulfill her own petty agenda at your expense. I can't believe she came in here with those crocodile tears and you fell for it - hook, line, and sinker. After she gets what she wants, she's going to drop you like a bad habit.”

Mariah sighs, “Why are you here, Mary? I thought we were over this already? I’m not taking your advice. You’re not exactly the person with the best social relationships with your co-workers in GZWA or anywhere for that matter.”

Mary: “I’m just looking out for your best interests, Marisol. The only person who deserves to use you as their coke mule is me, of course! Only kidding!”

Mariah narrowed her eyes at Mary, “Bobbi may have been bold to put my name out there into her fight but I trust her. I’m not listening to you and your utter nonsense.”

Mary smirks, “And what if she’s the one who shatters your dreams to become champion again? What then?”

Mariah opens the door and points, “Get out. You’re not welcome here anymore. Do me a favor and lose my phone number too.”

Mary shrugs as she walks out of the door, “Fine, have it your way, but when I’m right… And I’m always right. You’ll be the first one to admit that you were foolish in your ways.”

Mariah shut the door without a word and slumps against it. She wasn’t going to let Mary get her off her game - too much was at stake. She couldn’t...

---

Singles Match
*** Winner obtains remaining spot in 6 Pack Challenge ***
"The Sexiest of the Sexy" Maryse Ouellet vs. "Purple Fury" Ivory


Prof. X: Up next we have the second singles match that will determine the decide which one of these Vixens will be advancing to the 6-Pack Challenge for the Vixen Championship later tonight.
Francine: Between the kidnapping and verbal exchanges back and forth, this match has been a long-time coming for these two. It warms my black heart to see a pioneer like Ivory coming back to join us.
The Carter: You have a heart, Franny? News to me.

Ivory is shown making her entrance to the ring when she’s blindsided by the Sexiest of the Sexy attacking her from behind. Before Ivory could react, Maryse threw her off of the stage with a Hair Pull Snapmare. With the GZWA Nation gasping in shock while the medics race onto the scene to check the condition of the Purple Fury, Maryse Ouellet held up her iconic hand gesture to the chorus of boos directed towards her as she marched down to the ring to the sound of her own entrance music.

The Carter: Is Ivory even going to be able to compete after taking a fall like that?
Francine: To be fair, after all that Ivory did to Maryse over the past few weeks you can’t deny that she had that coming.
Prof. X: That may be true, but Maryse could have saved that punishment for when they got into the ring, dammit!!

Maryse urges Zoey Valentine to go ahead and name her as the winner while Ivory is being helped to her feet by the medical staff. Ivory shoves them away and staggers down the ramp. Maryse saw her coming at the last second and stomps Ivory repeatedly after she slid into the ring. Ivory’s rage allows her to power through the pain and pull out Maryse’s legs out of from underneath her in a Double Leg Takedown. Ivory assaults Maryse with a barrage of Forearm Smashes before she began to strangle the Sexiest of the Sexy in a two-handed choke around her throat. The referee manages to force Ivory to break the hold before she was disqualified.

Maryse rolled out of the ring to recuperate and simultaneously escape Ivory’s wrath, but that proves to be only momentarily. Ivory races out of the ring to pursue Maryse, catching her with another Double Leg Takedown. This time Ivory performs a Big Swing, smashing Maryse body against the steel steps at ringside. One would think that would be enough, but no, no, no. Ivory repeated this kind gesture again, sending Maryse crashing into the steps again with the Big Swing.

Ivory took the opportunity slide half of her body into the ring to reset the ring out count as she towered over the waking Sexiest of the Sexy’s body. She went for a Running Bulldog as Maryse crawled on all-fours, attempting to get her bearings back, but Ivory found herself dropped onto the ringside barricade with an impromptu Atomic Drop counter by Maryse. Maryse casually turned away from her bitter rival and knocked Ivory into the front row with a French TKO (Blindside Kick). Maryse slides back into the ring while Ivory laid among the GZWA Nation with the referee starting the ring out count.


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2…


3…


4…


5...


Prof. X: Given what Ivory was put through prior to this match even officially began, it’s hard to imagine that Ivory has the strength to continue from this.
Francine: It seems that Maryse is trying to settle for a count out for she can save her stamina for the Vixen Championship Match later tonight.
The Carter: That’s definitely going to be a factor to whoever wins this match. At this rate, it’s going to be a coin toss on whether or not whoever wins this match is going to be in any shape to even compete in that title match later tonight!


6…


7…


8...


Once again, Maryse is gloating and cackling a cheshire grin from ear to ear at the GZWA Nation at the Purple Fury’s expense. There’s nothing to laugh at once Ivory attacked from behind and trapped Maryse within a Rear Naked Choke. Maryse wasn’t going to submit that easily as she rammed her body backwards into the corner behind them to free herself. With Ivory slumping into the corner, Maryse held her at bay with Foot Choke until the referee made the illegal hold count of 4 and promptly released it to avoid the disqualification. She then positioned herself on the middle rope and proceeded to strike Ivory with a 10 Punch in the corner. Maryse managed to get off roughly six punches until Ivory dropped her back onto turnbuckle with a Snake Eyes to free herself. With Maryse dazed from the blow, Ivory lifted Maryse onto her shoulders with the Moretti Driver (Michinoku Driver). Maryse seems to have more lives than a cat in this match as she manages to escape her fate at the hands of this maneuver with a Hair-Pull Mat Slam. Maryse hits the ropes and returned with a Running Knee Strike, only for Ivory to intercept her in motion by springing back to her feet with a Pendulum Backbreaker. With the Sexiest of the Sexy writhing in pain, Ivory follows up with a Snap Suplex before dragging Maryse by her blonde hair back to her feet. Ivory swung Maryse’s body between the ropes with the intentions of a Rope-Hung DDT that would make Randy Orton proud. Once again, Maryse’s many nine lives came into play as she broke free with a Shoulder Thrust and dragged Ivory out to join her on the ring apron. Maryse went for the French Kiss (Snap DDT), but she’s flipped overhead by Ivory down to the ringside floor. Just as Maryse was attempting to get back up, Ivory raced across the ring apron and threw her body at the Sexiest of the Sexy with a Somersault Senton. Maryse moved out of the way, causing Ivory to land on top of the steel steps. Ivory cried out in agony - definitely music to Maryse’s ears. Maryse kindly helped Ivory to her feet, only to floor her with the French Kiss (Snap DDT). Ivory’s head bounces off the bottom of the steel steps and Maryse rolls her back into the ring.

Francine: I hate to say it, but that’s a wrap for Ivory after that blow coupled with whatever damage was done from that fall from the stage at the start of this match.
The Carter: Oh no! Maryse isn’t done yet!

Maryse didn’t pin Ivory yet. Instead, she raised her back to her feet and spiked Ivory head-first into the mat with another French Kiss. With Ivory out cold, Maryse arrogantly covered Ivory for the win.


ONE…


TWO…


THREE!!!


Francine: That shit-eating grin on Maryse's face is the tale of the tape right there. It says it all about what transpired here. 
The Carter: Say it's not so!
Prof. X: I hope Ivory's alright after what happened here. We'll definitely give you all an update on her condition on ReAction later tonight.



WINNER: “Sexiest of the Sexy” Maryse Ouellet; advances to 6 Pack Challenge

[Xion Zeros]

Earlier today...

Amanda received a phone call informing her that she has to meet with the GZWA Chairman at the Final Encounter, despite not being booked for tonight’s show. So she found herself on the way to the arena instead of spending a nice day at Daytona Beach. Her mood isn't the best and she's annoyed, but also a bit worried, as she walks through the building after being let in by the security and front desk.

She grumbles to herself, “Couldn't these idiots tell me on the phone what they want? Or couldn't they wait till I'm back in New York? At least for the next few weeks I have something different planned for my free time.”

As she drew closer to the office, the normally so cool and sassy young woman becomes a bit nervous. She lights a cigarette, inhales deeply and stands in front of the door to gather her composure.

“Damn, I'd really like to know, what they want. Maybe I've gone a bit too far as I told them that I don't want that title match and that I'm not a wrestler, or maybe all the cheating was a bit too much.”

She only shrugs and enters without knocking the door. Even though she's a bit nervous, she sat down on a chair without waiting for a permission, her cigarette in her hand and a tauntingly smile in her face.

The GZWA Chairman is on the phone as Amanda storms in with her cigarette in hand and sitting in a chair uninvited.

"Lemme call you back... I have a situation that needs my attention. Just keep me updated on her condition..."

He turns to Amanda with disgust. He hands her an ashtray.

"I know reading isn't high on your list of extracurricular activities, but I expect the roster to notice the sign outside of my office says 'NO SMOKING'. So how about you start showing your employer some respect and put out that cigarette?"

Amanda rolled her eyes and puts out her cigarette.

“So what do you want from me so that I had to come all the way here when I’m not booked for the show? I hope it's important …”

Once she reluctantly does as she's told, Xion continues.

"Trust me, what we have to talk about is VERY important.

Exactly what ARE you doing here? I'm not talking about here in my office but what are you doing with your career? To say that the Cruz family name is one that is thought of with respect and dignity in the wrestling business, you are doing nothing but bringing shame to your family. I don't mean just the Cruz family but the Cortez family as well.

I don't understand what you are doing going around on social media and various other media outlets expressing to the world that you're NOT a wrestler, when you have signed a contract here and employed as part of this roster as a WRESTLER. If you don't believe that, I can show you the contract that you signed. When I signed you back in ZXWWF, you were proud to identify yourself as a wrestler, but somewhere along the way after coming here and landing yourself in more trouble than you can manage, you seem to have lost your way. I hear that you are only here because you need the money, but if you continue with these defamatory outbursts about this business and the hard-working men and women who are a part of it then I can terminate you for the remainder of your contract and sue you for failing to uphold the responsibilities that you signed to uphold. I'm sure Veda or my big sis would love to tackle that court case in heartbeat. I'm willing to bet that would end up going sour for you either way since you are so down for money right now.

Given your unfavorable reputation from all shades of the spectrum, I doubt anyone would come to your defense outside of Rose, but what use that would be in a courtroom?"

Xion sat down in his chair with his arms folded.

"Explain to me why should I even keep you on the payroll, especially given all of the negativity that you've been drawing to yourself and this company?"

For a moment Amanda is shocked and woes that know what to say, she has expected some problems, but this is much more than she thought.

"Sure, you can fire me, but I think there are many fans who wanna see me and my actions. I doubt that it would be good for your company."

“Says you…” Xion states.

She has an arrogant smile in her face.

"But seriously, what's the problem? Does it matter whether I call myself a wrestler or entertainer or what else, as long as I come here and do my job? How dare you call me a shame for my family? That's not fair. I would die for my family... at least for the part of them who is interested in me and who accepts me the way I am."

Xion cuts her off, “That’s the problem. You aren’t doing your job. I had you booked for tonight’s show and you publicly refused to be part of what your so-called fans wanted to see you compete in. Sounds like a breach of contract to me. Have you ever thought about how much you’re disrespecting your own family that you would die from your own selfish actions by tarnishing the business that they have given their lives to? I’m sure they are too coy to speak up about it, I’m not sugarcoating anything for you.”

Amanda pauses for a moment.

"I don’t see what is the problem with me just doing this for money? I think it's pretty normal. That's why people go to work, at least every normal thinking human being."

Xion shook his head, “You’re not seeing the picture here. If that’s the only reason you’re here then go flip burgers at McDonald’s or go back to modeling for magazines in gas station bathrooms.”

Veda Scott walks in with a stack of paperwork as if on cue.

“Here’s every cited breach of contract and contractual violation that Miss Cortez here has performed over the last few months, but for the duration of her ENTIRE career as well. (Whistles) For this many violations, you’re going to be in stands selling peanuts if you ever hope to make this money back, honey.”

Amanda lights another cigarette. She inhales deeply and blows the smoke directly into Veda’s face. After her fit of coughing from Amanda’s smoke, she adds, “That’s one more additional violation…”

Amanda shrugs, “Why should I care anyway? There’s less than a year left on my contract here. I’m going to collect my money and leave and there’s not a single thing that you nor anyone else can do about it. It’s my life to live and I don’t need anyone telling me how to live it like their my parents.”

Xion stood back up, “That’s where you’re wrong, Amanda. Dead wrong, actually. Mariah never told you, but I was the one who paid all of your drug rehabilitation visits and expenses - not her. When I reactivated your contract when you signed up here from ZXWWF, the debt you owe to me has accrued interest over these past few years. I honestly never brought it up since I always figured you would be here long enough to pay it off, but now that you’re on some power trip thinking that you have leverage to call the shots, I have break your little red wagon. One phone call from me and I can make sure that everything you own becomes my property. What would your precious son think when finds out that he has to go to an orphanage since Mommy’s in jail because she couldn’t pay the bills?”

Amanda looks back in horror, “You wouldn’t do that to me… You couldn’t… I-I-I don’t believe you.”

“Ahem…” Veda Scott held up the top folder in the stack of files that she carried into the office in front of Amanda’s face.

It was all there in black and white. Xion’s receipts for her treatments and stays in the various rehab facilities, her debts that be compounding with interest since ZXWWF to her exploits and violations here in GZWA. She dragged from her cigarette once more before setting the documents ablaze with her cigarette and tossing them into the nearby trash can.

“Ooops, all gone,” she smirked.

Veda clears her throat, “News flash… We’re not so bold to let you have the originals of those documents. The only idiot in this room is you if you can’t see how bad this situation is for you…”

Amanda swallows hard out of anxiety and nervousness, fearing what is yet to come.

Xion adds, “Yes, that is unless you do like a good little girl and do what you are told from now on. As far as I’m concerned, you’re going to be working for me for a VERY long time until you settle this debt… And I promise you, it won’t be fun either. For now, continue to enjoy your hedonist lifestyle and behavior… We’ll talk business on Primetime.

I hold all of the keys to your life. You came in here thinking that you were going to muscle your way around and get your way. No, you started playing a game that you cannot win. I want you to go home and let that sink in for a while…”

As Amanda got up, one could see her fists clenched tightly as she wanted to fight back but she wasn’t willing to face with the consequences…

“Miss Cortez, one more thing…” Veda points to the NO SMOKING sign on the wall.

Amanda turns back around and puts her cigarette out in the ashtray as she faked a smile towards the GZWA Chairman and exited the office, slamming the door on the way out.

Veda smirks, “That went well.”

"Of course, it did. It was one of MY plans after all..."

---

Tag Team Match
The Frosts (Dominique Frost & Eliza Frost) vs. "The Bobbilicious One" Bobbi Jackson & "Showstoppin' Senorita" Mariah
*** Team member who scores winning pinfall/submission obtains remaining spot in 6 Pack Challenge ***


Prof. X: Throughout tonight’s broadcast, we’ve been treated with a reflective journey as the Showstoppin’ Senorita made peace with her inner demons and agreed to return to the ring as Bobbi Jackson’s partner tonight against the Frosts.
Francine: With so many women from Ring of Beauty looking to join the GZWA roster as of late, I’m surprised that Bobbi didn’t ask any of her old friends to be her partner. Then again, I would jump at the chance for Mariah to have my back in a fight too.
The Carter: I don’t see how the Frosts are the villains here. Then again, Mean Girls is one of my all-time favorite movies. Does anyone know if they are single or not?
Francine: I’m pretty sure with the last name of Frost, they’ve invented the cold shoulder, so don’t get your hopes up of getting lucky, Carter.

The match starts off with Bobbi Jackson tackling Dominique to the mat with a Lou Thesz Press as soon as she stepped into the ring while Mariah ducks an incoming Clothesline from Eliza. Mariah wrenches her arm back and delivers a Hook Kick to the face to floor Eliza to the mat. With the referee gaining control of this match, Mariah starts the match for her team while Eliza Frost does the same for the Frosts.

Mariah performs a Cartwheel Elbow Drop to the grounded Eliza, only to thrown into the cornerpost with a Catapult by Eliza Frost. Mariah found herself being thrown out of the corner with a Belly to Belly Suplex by Eliza before she tagged out to Dominique standing on the ring apron. Dominique wasted no time stomping on Mariah’s spine before applying a Camel Clutch. The Bobbilicious One came to Mariah’s aid with a Super Kick to Dominique to knock her off of Mariah’s body. Bobbi’s interference wasn’t without consequence as she received a Teardrop Suplex from Eliza Frost running defense. Mariah was able to shake off the cobwebs and deliver a John Woo (Running Dropkick) to knock Eliza into the corner. Mariah opts for a Handspring Corner Splash into the corner but she’s met with a Pendulum Backbreaker by Dominique after serving the Showstoppin’ Senorita a healthy helping of a Clubbing Forearm to the spine. Dominique pins Mariah.


ONE…


TWO…


TH---NO!!!


Bobbi makes the last second save again with a Running Double Axe Handle over Dominique’s back. Mariah returned to a vertical base, hits the ropes, and returns with a Flying Forearm Smash to the waking Dominique. Dominique responds by dropping Mariah onto the middle rope behind her with a modified Snake Eyes. Eliza Frost instantly took advantage of Mariah being in this unfavorable position by performing a Leapfrog Body Avalanche to continue to keep ring cut off from Bobbi Jackson - or so the Frosts thought. After Eliza lands at ringside, Bobbi came from out from nowhere and spears Eliza to the floor.

Back in the ring, Dominique continues her offense with a Back Drop Suplex to the Showstoppin’ Senorita. Mariah manages to land safely behind Dominique on her feet, allowing her to retaliate with a Release Tiger Suplex. Mariah follows up with a Handspring Splash. Mariah clutches her ailing midsection as she crawls across the ring to tag in Bobbi waiting back on the ring apron. Just as their outstretched hands are about to make contact, Bobbi is pulled down to the floor by Eliza with her face bouncing off the ring apron on the way down to the ringside floor. Dominique connects with another Clubbing Forearm to Mariah’s spine. Dominique went for the Ice Pick (Crucifix Powerbomb) to the Showstoppin’ Senorita, but Dominique found herself being dropped back to the mat in a Backslide pin by Mariah to escape that fate.


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TH---NO!!!


Eliza aimed to break the pin but she ate an Reverse Roundhouse Kick from the rising Mariah. With both of the Frosts down, Mariah made the hot tag to Bobbi Jackson on the ring apron. Bobbi stormed the ring like a woman on a mission. She exchanged pleasantries to Eliza with a kick to midsection and cradled her head into a side headlock. Bobbi noticed the waking Dominique and decided that she shouldn’t be left out of the fun. Bobbi executed a Bulldog to Dominique and a DDT to Eliza that she already had in tow simultaneously to the Frosts. Bobbi immediately pins Dominique again but Eliza quickly drags her off with a Mat Slam before the referee’s hand came down for the count of one.

With the Frosts back in control, Dominique tags out to Eliza. Eliza slaps Bobbi across the face as she laid on the mat before dragging her back to her feet and into position for the Avalanche (Cradle Belly-to-Back Piledriver). Eliza gave a seductive wink towards the camera as she went for the kill, only to nailed with the Heartbreaker (Sweet Chin Music) from Mariah. If that wasn’t enough, Mariah dropped down to the floor with a breakdance split evasion (R-Truth style) to avoid the incoming Northern Lariat by Dominique, causing her to floor Eliza instead. While Dominique is cursing herself for the confusion, Mariah sprung back up with another Heartbreaker to floor the elder Frost. With Eliza clearly out of it, Bobbi turned the tables with the Pedigree.

She looked back at Mariah before going for the pin, mouthing the words, “Are you sure?” Mariah nods, smiling. Bobbi hooks the leg of Eliza in a pin.


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TWO…


THREE!!!


The Carter: I'm shocked that Mariah wouldn't take the win for herself. She was the former Vixen Champion after all. It's only right for her to want the title she technically never lost.
Francine: I'm not. Mariah's got a heart of gold and that's ultimately her greatness strength and weakness. For her sake, I hope she doesn't regret that decision tonight.
Prof. X: Don't go sounding like Sensational Mary saying that people have ulterior motives here. Bobbi and Mariah got the win here over the Frosts. That's the only thing that matters. Now Bobbi has to face five other women later tonight to try her hand at the Vixen Championship.





WINNERS: “The Bobbilcious One” Bobbi Jackson & “Showstoppin’ Senorita” Mariah; Bobbi advances to 6 Pack Challenge.

[Xion Zeros]

Three Stages of Hell Match
Missy Sippy vs. Susie Price

Susie's music, "Brand New Moves" by Hey Violet, hits as the crowd welcomes her with a massive wave of hatred, especially when she rolls into the venue in a sparkly rose gold limo. The driver parks it, then opens her door. The rich bitch casually gets out, and prances down the aisle, almost casual in her gait to give the impression this is no big deal to her and will be over really quick.

She baits a few fans with high fives but then pulls back and scoffs at them, before finally gliding up the steps and entering the ring, where she tosses the fans the smuggest of all smug looks.

Then, in sharp contrast to Susie's welcoming, the fans erupt into cheers as "These Boots Were made For Walking" by Nancy Sinatra plays and a HUGE rumble is heard. Within moments a BIGFOOT MONSTER TRUCK comes roaring into view and CRUSHES the limo, the driver of the limo barely escaping safely.

The Carter: No, not the limo! It had a family dammit!!!
Francine: What the hell are you talking about, Carter? You should be more concerned with that abomination of a machine being out here. Missy could have drove that thing in here and crushed your poor little car like a soda can. Y'know what? Better yet, let's invite her down here to run you over.
Prof. X: Keep mind, GZWA fans, that this Three Stages of Hell Match will be first a Texas Bull Rope Match for the first fall, a Submissions Only I Quit Match for the second fall, and if necessary, the final fall will be contested as a Last Woman Standing Match.

Susie is mortified, but can do nothing about it. The fans are losing their shit over it and scream even louder as Missy is found to be the one driving it. She climbs out of the driver's seat onto the top and points right into the ring, her eyes shooting a white hot beam of pure hatred at the woman, then she takes off, sliding down the hood and making a beeline to the ring.

As soon as Missy steps in the ring she hurries to her looped section of the rope and shoves it over her head, more than eager to get the slaughtering of Susie Price underway. Unfortunately for her, Susie doesn't seem willing to do the same as the referee hands the rich bitch her end. Price tosses it back at the ref, causing him to juggle it some, and tears across the ring with eye blinding speed, catching Missy off guard with a Lou Thesz Press. The fierce young woman pounds away at Missy's face despite the country girl blocking a good portion of the blows with her forearms, and doesn't let up until her blows find purchase more and more. Peeling off her, Susie pops to a stand with Missy in tow and slugs her with a forearm strike across the jaw, followed by another across the other side, the blows rapid and dizzying for the crowd favorite. Releasing her, Susie blows her a mocking kiss and Palm Strikes her right betwixt the eyes, completing her signature Three Steps To Death combination to brutal perfection. Missy reels back into the ropes, her form already teetering and on loose legs that want nothing more than to implode upon themselves. When she stumbles back toward the rule breaking harlot, she is met with a *CLAANG*, the steel cowbell careening into the same side of the head that Susie focused on last week, which led to the concussion.

The ring official finally gains control of Susie by forcefully pushing her a good distance away and snatching the cowbell from her. Smirking in return, Susie only NOW agrees to put the rope around her neck, seeing her rival splayed across the mat barely moving. Slipping the noose on her neck to signify the official start of the match, the bell rings and she trots over to the nearest buckle and tags it. Using Missy as a stepping stone, she tags the other buckle as well and continues going at a leisurely pace, arrogance all but shooting off her in every direction. She makes it to the third buckle with no resistance at all and smacks it, leaving her with only one more pad to tag. Skipping now, she moves toward it and *SWISH* she is violently yanked onto her back, her neck and head suffering whiplash from the brutality of the pull.

Hand over hand an enraged Missy Sippy pulls her hurt prey toward her via the bull rope and finally mounts her. Grabbing a handful of those perfect blonde locks, Missy heaves the girl's head up a little, just so their eyes can meet, and then brings her balled fist down over and over and over again upon Susie's forehead. With every terrifying blow, an audible *smack* echoes through the venue and is joined by Missy screaming every obscenity known to man and even some never before heard until now.

Prof. X: I’m sure she could introduce sailors to a whole new vocabulary…
The Carter: Missy’s gonna need more than a bar of soap to clean that mouth of hers. She's poisoning sweet Susie's innocent ears!
Francine: Unfortunately, her mouth and her mind is nowhere as filthy as yours, Carter.

The ferocious salvo only ends when Missy's arm gets tired, so she switches to the other and does the same until that arm is tired as well. Not content just yet, Missy claims Susie's head at either side and forcibly SLAMS the back of it into the canvas many times, causing the rich girl's eyes to loll and roll for a moment. For some reason Missy stands up and looks around, before aggressively dragging Susie to the middle of the ring. Dropping to a knee, she drapes Susie tummy first across it and holds her in place as she expertly uses her free hand to section the rope together in the fashion of a thick belt. The crowd erupts at what they know is about to come, and Missy does not disappoint.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK ANNNNNNND BIG WIND UP SMAAAAACK!!!*

Francine: Carter, you can pick your jaw from off the floor now. We all know you’re into this kinda thing…
The Carter wipes a tear from his eye, “It’s booty-ful!”

Susie's world renown booty is whipped beet red in humiliating manner, bringing the groggy little woman back to life screaming bloody murder. Once done, Missy shoves her off and relishes the sight of Susie scrambling to her feet hopping up and down while rubbing her welted buns. Pressing her advantage, Missy doubles and then triples the bull rope around Susie's neck and hurls her over the top rope to the outside, making sure there's not near enough slack in the remaining rope to allow her to land on the outside floor. And there Susie dangles, being hung to death like a low life thief in the old west. Susie's feet kick hectically around, as does her arms. Her tongue slips out from her lips and her eyes bulge in high fright and despair. The ring adjutant quickly realizes this is possibly an attempt at murder and springs into action after repeated failed attempts to verbally and physically remove Missy from her sadistic course of action.

Prof. X: Missy’s taking this a bit too far. This match isn’t supposed to be an execution!
The Carter: Don’t worry, professor. I’ll be more than happy to breathe the life back into her!
Francine: Ugh...

He's alarmed to find Susie's face a color is shouldn't be and frantically goes about trying to free her, but Missy suddenly releases the rope allowing them both to drop to the mats below. Susie goes into a small spasm, coughing and gasping a storm. The ref swiftly checks on her to ascertain if she needs to be removed from the fall, but his investigation is cut short by the ruthless woman in the ring pulling at the rope in order to get Susie back inside the ring. A small tug of war commences between Missy and the referee, prompting Missy to give up and shove her head through the middle two ropes, swatting at the referee with her hand before grabbing at Susie's hair.

*WHACK* a desperately thrown Pele Kick from Susie Price lands flush across Missy's head, sending her staggering back into the ring onto her ass. Holding her throat and coughing profusely as she sorts herself out, Susie eventually slides into the ring, using the rope with all of her strength to drag Missy up to her feet where she pulls on the rope to reel her in quickly before leaping and stomping on Missy's shoulders with the Mushroom Stomp, proceeding to continually pound her boot on Missy's head and face over and over before being pulled back by the referee. Pushing him to her side, she drags Missy over to the corner, sitting her there. There, she runs to the nearest opposite corner and smacks her boot across the side of Missy's face, smirking as she turns afterwards, sitting on her face and assuming a model-like pose as she attempts to humiliate her with the Make-Up Remover.

Almost immediately after hopping up, Susie then runs to the corner opposite from Missy and as the country girl attempts to stand, she is only put back down by Susie running back towards her with a shotgun dropkick, knocking Missy into the air and slamming into the corner, her head rattling on the top rope, with Susie scratching her nose and grinning ear to ear. With her grin growing, she proceeds to pull apart the bottom turnbuckle pad and with sick glee, holds Missy's face against before placing her boot on the back of her head, while wrenching back on her arms, pushing and crushing Missy's eyes, nose and mouth into the exposed steel, shouting demeaning obscenities at her the entire time before finally releasing her arms, only to grip her by her shoulders, pulling her up to her feet only to hit her with the Heimleich Backstabber.

Prof. X: Uh oh, Susie is back in the driver seat and she's looking unstoppable just like she did on Primetime.
The Carter: Look! She's hiking that foot in the air! SHE'S GOING FOR THE SLICE UP!

It's true. The crowd responds with dismay as Susie poses with her foot held high in the air, grasped by a hand as she measures precisely where she's going to put it. She releases and it thunders toward the back of Missy's head only to make contact with the canvas, Missy rolling out of harm's way at the last nanosecond. Sippy sends an uppercut right into Susie's vagina, then unleashes a hold not often seen anymore, the VAGINA CLAW! Surging to a stand while visibly still hurting from Susie's recent bombardment, Missy finds a way to Vagina Claw her foe off the mat and into a sloppy but effective Overhead Suplex. The exertion drops Missy to her knees but she sucks it up and ropes the cowbell to herself, then lifts Susie onto her knees. The rich girl lingers there with her hands between her legs nursing her lady parts as Missy towers over her, wiping some blood from her face. Placing the big ole cowbell upside down over Susie's head, Missy darts off to the nearest set of buckles and comes back with a Big Boot right to the bell covered head of her hated nemesis.

A collective "OOOOOH!" ripples through the crowd upon impact, and cheers follow as the bell goes flying off Susie and the hated woman lies upon the mat like she'd been struck down by a sniper's bullet. Missy looks at the pads, then back to her defeated foe, then back to the pads again before deciding to go ahead and win this fall. Missy tussles with the rope some and manages to tag the first buckle, then the second, but as she nears the third one she is met with some resistance. Susie has curled herself up in the rope, basically making herself a 100 pound anchor, and actively pulls her mightiest against the stronger woman. A tug of war breaks out, when suddenly Susie erupts into a stand and hurtles herself through Missy's parted legs. Before the country cutie can react, Susie uses a portion of the rope to trip Missy over onto all fours. A Curb Stomp later and Missy lies struggling to keep herself from going nite nite.

Susie sneers, the pain in her vagina still evident, so she goes about using the bull rope for a purpose no one expected, well maybe from Missy but certainly not Susie.

The cameras pan over to Francine glaring at Carter, "If one comment about rubbing Susie's 'sensitive' area comes out of your mouth, Missy won't be the only one getting hog-tied and beaten with a cowbell."
The Carter: "Don't be upset, Franny. I'd show some TLC to yours too if needed..."
An audible *SLAP* is heard as the cameras pan back to the action in the ring.

The Million Dollar Baby hog ties the country girl, rendering her helpless. While Missy lays prone, Susie mercilessly stomps her body and head all over, even moving behind her and taking a running start before kicking her restrained hands and backside with a hard penalty kick, making Missy scream out in pain while Susie mockingly puts her boots on the back of Missy and surfs down her back before standing on the back of her head, crushing her face into the mat before stomping on her too, making mocking remarks over Missy humiliating Susie with her foot in her face prior to the match. From there, she drags the rope, but finds Missy's dead weight too heavy, her attempt to run to the corner causing her to fall on her back.

Susie gets up and pulls with all her mighty mouse power but it still isn't enough, and to her dismay Missy is stirring. Price moves in and strains to pick her up, then slings her over her shoulder with some labor to it. Going to the first buckle, she tags it. Her trek is hard as she plods for the second one, the dead weight proving costly to the smaller woman, but nonetheless, she tags it. She even tags the third buckle but almost collapses afterward.

Using the ropes as aid, she rests for a moment, but little does she know the expert hog tyer she's carrying has craftily undone her binds, and has been tagging the buckles sneakily as they go about the journey. Mid way to the last buckle, Missy suddenly springs to life and drives a maddening volume of elbows into the side of Susie's head, before sliding down her back and LAUNCHING her with a German Suplex that sees the tiny woman land full pelt on her shoulders and neck with a reckoning. Using the middle rope for a lift off point, Missy hurls herself through the air back at Susie, who has foolishly scrambled to her without her mind following, and nails her with the MISSISSIPPI RISING (Springboards European Uppercut).

Susie goes tumbling ass over head like a shot rabbit, allowing Missy to pivot toward the last buckle and make a theatrical dive for it...

AND SHE TAGS IT!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Zoey Valentine: Your winner of the first fall is MISSY SIPPY!!!!

END OF FIRST FALL
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With the two minute reset over and the bull rope removed, the two femme fatales stand in opposite corners and wait for the bell to start the Submissions Only I Quit Match!

Prof. X: The stakes are higher than ever for Susie Price. She has to score a win in this round if she hopes to make this into a tie-breaker.
Francine: This isn't no time for Missy to relax either. This could easily be curtains for either of these Vixens. 

As soon as it dings, they hungrily and hatefully speed across the ring and plow into each other with no technique or wrestling moves whatsoever. It is straight on fist-a-cuffs. Surprisingly, Missy gets the upper hand over the better striker, and beats her back to the ring ropes. But Susie swiftly grabs her by the front of the shorts and pulls her down across the middle rope, where she then starts choking her with her knee pressed down on the back of her head. Susie presses her advantage and lands several jumping knee drops across Missy's back, softening her up for any of the endless amount of submission holds she knows.

With a hard yank back on the cable by Susie, Missy goes tumbling back but manages to get onto her knees, coughing and sputtering. Susie runs and Snap Mares her, then leaps high into the air, much higher than one would expect her to, and brings both legs down upon Missy's middle and lower back, eliciting a pained shrill from the crowd favorite. While Missy is laid down, Susie holds her arm down, making her palm touch the back of the head while pushing her small foot down on top of it, stretching out and crushing the tendons in Missy's arm to make her squeal in pain, but unfortunately for her, not even having the option of submitting due to not even being put in a submission hold, with Susie relishing in her pain before raising her boot to stomp on the arm, taking her time to enjoy weakening the arm in preparation for her Separation Anxiety armbar.

After having done her damage, the very confident and smug Susie extends her arms as she turns her back to Missy, kicking her boots back at her as if removing her dirt from her shoes before literally kicking Missy directly in the face with the sole of her boot, giving a mock "Whoops" look before exchanging insults with the crowd jeering her, clearly not focusing on her recovering opponent, something that may not work out too well for her in the long term or perhaps even the short term judging by the rising and pissed off Missy.

Missy holds her damaged limb close to her frame and explodes forward as Susie turns around, bowling her over with a monster Lariat with her good arm. Susie pops back up on loopy legs and gets bowled over again, and again, and yet again. On the last one, Susie finds the ropes and rolls out of the ring, flopping onto the outside mats.

Missy allows her to recover enough to get back up, then runs the ropes and hurls herself up and over crazy kamikaze style. The Suicide Plancha Dive wipes out Susie, and to a lesser extent Missy as well. The high flying move sends the fans into an even deeper frenzy! Sippy makes it up before Price and snags the smaller girl's arm, straightening it fully out beside her. Missy grabs her at the wrist and shoulder of the arm and unleashes a sadistic barrage of Headbutts into the weak area of the arm where the elbow bends. The onslaught is so vicious that Missy winds up with a gash along her forehead, and when she finally releases Susie, she is bleeding.

Unfazed by her self inflicted wound, Missy manhandles Susie over to the barricade and asks for a chair from a fan, whom gladly gives it up. Stuffing Susie's afflicted arm into the area of the chair where it opens and shuts, Missy suddenly delivers a CHAIR ASSISTED ARM BAR DDT! A loud "OOOOOOOH" rumbles through the venue as Susie wallows on the floor screaming bloody murder, the chair still mangled and dented around her arm.

Desperately trying to remove the chair, Susie pulls at it with her other arm and her boots, screaming for mercy from Missy while looking up at her with tear filled eyes brought on from the pain in her body at this time, with pathetic little moans as she throws slight kicks at Missy to defend herself before quickly hopping up and sliding back into the ring, crawling as far away as possible to the opposing side from Missy while flailing her dead arm chair to keep herself safe, yelling for Missy to get the hell away from her.

Missy chases her and mounts, making sure to pummel her good at first, before sticking out her tongue and literally licking the tears seeping from the ducts of Susie's pretty little eyes. This transgression wakes something up in the rich bitch, and she brings her chair adorned arm up and smashes it against the side of Missy's head over and over again, driving the bigger woman off of her.

Screaming at ear busting levels, Susie stands up and runs at Missy, leveling her with a Flying Clothesline with her chair added arm, apparently no longer caring about the damage she is under and might prolong if she doesn't stop. More screaming comes from the rich girl before she is finally able to pry her arm free. Placing the mangled chair in one hand, she does a few spins to gain speed and then DRILLS Missy across the forehead with it, causing the gash in the country cutey's forehead to widen.

Missy hits the mat and is barely moving, a pool of blood slowly forming under her from the nasty gash. Susie marches over, manages to get the wobbly chair to sit like it is supposed to (as if prepared for someone to sit in it), then places Missy's previously hurt arm across it. From there she wastes absolutely no time in hiking a leg high into the air, posing for the lethal move everyone (especially Missy) knows all too well. A sense of dismay is cast over the crowd as Susie cusses Missy before dropping the SLICE UP (Scissor Kick) down onto the arm!!!!

Missy wails in unfathomable pain as she withdraws her appendage from the chair and writhes around on the canvas as if in a spasmodic seizure, screaming and crying pitifully while saddened fans jeer the overly cruel act by Susie Price. Not content with just this, Susie picks up the chair and proceeds to lay a beat down on Missy with it, hitting over and over all her body with it unflinchingly, even chasing the referee with it at point. Rolling her eyes at the crowd's displeasure towards her antics, Susie raises the chair over her head before hurtling it full force down at Missy's arm, a sickening sound of steel hitting flesh as it bounces from the impact, with Susie making matters worse by leaping on top of it with her mushroom stomp, adding emphasis for extra damage.

As if this damage wasn't bad enough, Susie, shaking her own arm to regain some feeling on it, points to her bicep before tilting her hands in a 'break' gesture, indicating a desire to break Missy's arm now. Stepping over to her, intentionally pressing her boot hard on Missy's hand and wrist, Susie enjoys watching her wince in pain before bending over, mockingly shaking her hips the entire time as she takes Missy's hand and vaults over her, bridging over her back as she locks in her Separation Anxiety armbar, intending to put an end to this fall.

As Susie is shaking her hips and goes to vault over Missy with the collected arm, Missy desperately springs to life and powers through as Susie tries to fall back to secure it fully. Susie transitions into a Triangle Choke, but Missy is running on full rage-desperation and surges to a stand with Susie still wrapped around her head. Instead of slamming her back down like anybody else would do, Missy suddenly turns with her back to the buckles and falls back and down fast as possible.

Susie's face careens into the pad and her head snaps back violently, almost knocking her totally out. Working quickly, Missy places Susie in the most mundane of submission holds, the good ole fashioned Side Headlock. Susie thinks nothing of it and scrambles around, trying to wiggle out of power out, but for some reason she can't, largely due to the fact Missy is used to wrestling down bears and wild boars with the same countrified Headlock. Then the armpit smell hits Susie's nose and she simply can not tolerate the pain and stank anymore.

Missy parades her around and around in a Headlock Airplane Spin/Giant Swing rotation as the referee stands by with mic, keeping it pointed toward and near them.

Susie: AHHHH I QUIT YOU BITCH! I QUIT! I QUIT!

The crowd goes nuts as her music hits, but the country cutie isn't done yet. She retrieves the hog slop and stands over Susie, then just as the rich girl's groggy eyes open, Missy yells "SUPPER TIME!!!" and turns the bucket upside down. The contents BURY Susie's perfect face under it, and the Million Dollar Baby thrashes around like she is fighting a demon trying to possess her body. She continues to wallow around even as Missy drops the bucket and heads up the ramp, finally vindicated with the war won and over for good!

Prof. X: Missy seems happier than a pig in a blanket to get the last laugh here on Missy tonight. 
Francine: More like Susie's the pig tonight since she's covered with mud. 
The Carter: And every fiber of her is still looking delicious to me!


WINNER: Missy Sippy.

[Xion Zeros]

3-on-1 Handicap Match
The Hellions (Wes Danielson, Sparta, and Diablo; in-ring debuts) vs. "Best in the World" CM Punk (in-ring return)

Lights in the arena went dim as the cameras would focus from an overview shot right to the entrance ramp. On the left side of the titantron was a concert orchestra of around 25 people, playing an unfamiliar tune. A chorus 30 men and women were standing on the right side, all dressed in dark blue robes. The crowd all looked at anticipation as the chorus began singing, with the orchestra accompanying. Everybody looked a tad confused, trying to get a grip on what was happening and the chorus simply went silent. A very familiar piano intro started as the crowd simply went wild, immediately recognizing the entrance theme made famous by Bobby Roode. Without it being a surprise, you could hear all the fans in attendance chanting “Glorious!!!” and the lyrics to the song, with three figures illuminated by bright lights emerging from the floor of the entrance ramp. Their backs turned to the crowd, all three were wearing white and gold robes, detailed with sequins, feathers and crystals, with white long capes attached to the back that read “Glorious Hellion”. The second they turned around to face the audience ”ShutEmDown” by Celldweller hit the PA system as Wes, Sparta and Diablo soaked in the boos and chants from the crowd. Taking those obnoxious robes off, the guys revealed that all three were in ring gear, hands taped, with Sparta wearing combat style mid-length boots, Diablo black thin sole athletic sneakers and Wes in a similar pair, only in black, but with green details.



Heading down to the ring, all three got in, with Sparta walking towards the right turnbuckle, Diablo to the left and Wes staying in the middle between the two, all three in sync punched their chests with both fists, spreading their arms out wide and screamed at the crowd as the pyro surrounding the ring went off.

CM Punk walked out to the sound of “Cult of Personality” by In Living Colour, but he ushers the music to cut off quickly as he raised a microphone to his lips.

CM Punk | Best in the World: “Sorry to disappoint everyone, but I don’t have any back-up - Gabriel’s got tag titles to win, Suicide’s down and out, same for Gargano but I’m not afraid to throw down on his own. Gargano said it - it’s best to DIY - Do It Yourself. As fate may have it, I have the perfect tool for the occasion.”

CM Punk exits back through the curtain before returning with a kendo stick in hand.

"In the words of the Ben Grimm, I believe IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!"

The Hellions race up the ramp to greet the Best in the World, only to be served kendo stick shots all around, leaving the trio writhing in pain at ringside. Punk’s dominance with the foreign object is short-lived as Wes connects with Running High Knee to disarm Punk. The Hellions tossed Punk into the ring to start match.

Diablo and Punk lock-up after the opening bell. Punk broke off and threw a Spinning Backfist at Diablo’s head, but he ducks under to secure a waist lock. Punk clubs him over his shoulders and applies a side headlock before flipping Diablo to the mat with a Snapmare. Diablo sprung back up, anxious for more, but Wes tags himself in and orders Diablo to calm himself down. CM Punk ducks out of the ring for a breather, only to slide back in to taunt the pursuing Wes to the delight of the GZWA Nation.

He slides back in and knocks Diablo off the ring apron and rams the returning Wes into corner with Shoulder Thrusts. He adds a Back Elbow to Wes in the corner while keeping an eye on Sparta from across the ring. He finishes this offensive combination to Wes with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He performs another for good measure before a covering Wes in a pin.


ONE…


NO!!!


Wes refuses to stay down. Punk held him at bay in front headlock but Wes powers his way back towards the corner and tags in Sparta to Punk’s dismay. Punk greets Sparta with a fury of strikes, only to receive a Two Hand Choke into the corner from Sparta. Sparta proceeds to stomp a mudhole into the Best in the World in the corner. Punk kicks away Sparta and elbows Wes and Diablo away to fight his way out of the corner. Punk charges out of the corner towards Sparta into the pending Double Axe Handle. Sparta proceeded to pummel Punk with Mounted Punching briefly before tagging back to Wes. Spata and Wes perform a Double Wishbone Split to Punk’s legs. Wes proceeded to stomp the grounded Punk repeatedly before inquiring to return the gesture from earlier in this match. Wes executes a Swinging Neckbreaker of his own to the Best in the World. Wes tags Diablo back in. Diablo races back into the ring and executes a series of Repeated Running Elbow Drops to the heart of CM Punk. He went for a hasty pin attempt.


ONE…


NO!!!


Much like Wes earlier in this match, Punk isn’t going to stay down that easily. Diablo Irish whips Punk into the corner. With Punk’s spine impacting into the steel, Diablo tags to Sparta. Sparta reeled in Punk out of the corner and floors him with a Northern Lariat. Punk struggles to get up on all-fours, only for Sparta to strike with a Soccerball kick to the midsection as Punk tries to get back up.

Punk rolls out of the ring to recuperate. Sparta purses as he stalked his prey for a Spear at ringside. Punk staggered to his feet as Sparta closed in. He moved out of harm’s way at the last second, causing Sparta to flying over the commentary table and take out Carter instead as he crashes behind the table.

Francine applauds with joy, “Christmas came early and someone FINALLY shut Carter up!”

Punk rolls back into the ring as the referee made the ring out count.


1…


2…


3…


4…


5…


6…


Sparta crawls back into the ring and CM Punk immediately is back on offense. He raised Sparta onto his shoulders for the Go To Sleep. Sparta elbows Punk repeatedly in the head to free himself. Once back on his feet, Sparta hurls CM Punk shoulder-first into the cornerpost and tags back to Wes. Sparta and Diablo held CM Punk up as Wes stood on the top rope. He came down with a Diving Cannonball Senton, crashing into both Hellions as Punk slips out of their grasp at the last instant. During the confusion, CM Punk delivered a High Kick to Wes’ skull and promptly made the cover as he laid among the rest of his Hellion brethren.


ONE…


TWO…


THR---NO!!!


Wes sprung back up first, striking the waking CM Punk with a Jumping Enzuigiri. Punk ducks under and reacts with a Floatover DDT. Wes staggers to his feet and lunges towards Punk with a Clothesline, only to be sent into the corner with an Irish whip. CM Punk connects with a Shining Wizard and followed up with a successful Diving Elbow Drop (Randy Savage-style) to the delight of the GZWA Nation. Punk locks in the Anaconda Vise upon impact.

Diablo raced into the ring and broke the hold with repeated stomps. Diablo dragged Punk back to his feet while the referee was distracted with maintaining control of this chaos with Sparta in his field of vision. This allows Punk to connect with a desperate Low Blow to incapacitate Diablo long enough to position him onto his shoulders for the Go To Sleep. Diablo manages to slide off Punk’s shoulders and shoves him towards the waking Wes. Punk whips Wes into the corner and charges in with another Shining Wizard. Sparta connects with a Superman Punch from the ring apron, allowing Diablo to Alleyoop Punk into the center of the ring. Sparta and Diablo held Punk up briefly as Wes launched himself back into the ring from the ring apron with a Springboard Double Stomp to complete this combination Curb Stomp to the Best in the World. Wes covers Punk.


ONE…


TWO…


THREE!!!


WINNERS: The Hellions (Wes Danielson, Sparta, and Diablo).

[Xion Zeros]

The Enforcers stood backstage as Veda Scott paces back and forth.

Veda Scott | Four Eyes, Nine Lives: “This amount of disrespect towards myself and the rest of the Machine is at an unprecedented level. First I was robbed of MY opportunity to compete for the Vixen Championship. That should have been ME getting my hand raised with that title around the waist, but no, I have to watch the same blonde bimbo who clearly cheated to beat me since I’m her intellectual superior - in mind AND body - compete for what should have been MINE. If that wasn’t bad enough, Ashleigh Cash took it upon herself to force feed me that disgusting cake on Xplosion. I am a delicate flower - I’m not supposed to be treated this way. I’m sick of having OUR greatness disrespected…”

Dequan Wallace: “Shorty, dis ain’t the time to talk about yo’ personal problems. Tonight, is OUR time to shine - as usual. You just sit back and look pretty. We got dis. Ya dig?”

Veda adjusts her glasses, “Well, I can’t argue with results. Thank goodness, there’s SOME people in the Machine who know how to keep gold within our grasp.”

G-Money Briggs: “Tonight, four other tag teams will step in that ring and will put it all on the line to take OUR tag team gold. Konrad and Samuel think that they have the advantage going into this match since they made this Tag Team Turmoil Match be ruled by I Quit rules, but they’ve only signed their death wish. Victory is going to be even sweeter tonight when we go through team after team, forcing them to not only live with the shame that they couldn’t measure up to hang with the best tag team to grace a GZWA ring, but to live with the fact that they were forced to say the words I QUIT when we make them our bitches tonight.”

Dequan Wallace: “We’re not disrespecting any of the ladies in this match, no, no, no. We’re talking about those bitches who think they are man enough to step wit’ us when they aren’t even good enough to lace up our boots! We gonna do what we do every night and handle dis biznaz tonight.

Those suckas’ ass gon’ be grass!”

Veda rubs her chin, nodding in agreement, “That’s a rather crude way to put it, but definitely gets the point across. The Enforcers WILL retain the tag team titles tonight and after Carnage does his job to reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship, everything will be right in the world once again with the Machine firmly in control.”

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Tag Team Turmoil Match for GZWA Tag Team Championship
*** I Quit Match ***
The Enforcers (Dequan Wallace and G-Money Briggs; champions) w/ Veda Scott vs. "Queen of Submission" Casey Cortez & "Modern Day Warrior" Gabriel Wingue vs. Leon Torres & Amber Torres vs. Fear Hollywood ("Hollywood A-Lister" The Miz & Jayson Heagerty) vs. "The Crown Prince" Samuel Chatman & "The Iceman" Konrad Raab


Prof. X: As detailed earlier tonight and on Xplosion, this Tag Team Turmoil Match will be held under I Quit rulings. The only way to win is to either force your opponent to submit or to utter the words, “I Quit!” to add as the ultimate humiliation. Two teams will start this match, with one new team replacing the eliminated team until all five teams have entered this match. The last team standing will be have the right to call themselves the GZWA Tag Team Champions.
Francine: Looks like luck of the draw is on the Enforcers’ side since they don’t have to start this match off. Somehow I feel like that’s the Machine tampering with the order of entry though…
The Carter: Who knows? Maybe they are saving the best team for last?
Prof. X: Looks like we have a situation here at ringside. Casey Cortez isn’t cleared to compete due to her concussion that she was diagnosed with after Primetime.

Security stood between Casey Cortez and Gabriel Wingue standing in the ring. Gabe tries to calm Casey down for she could listen and head backstage for he could fight this match on her behalf alone, but her stubbornness wanted her to stand by his side and ignore his chivalry. Fear Hollywood took advantage of Gabe being on his own by attacking from behind with a Double Knee Clip to bring the Modern Day Warrior down to the mat. The Miz and Jayson Heagerty stomped Gabriel WIngue repeatedly while Casey was forced to watch from a distance as security held her at bay. The Miz trapped Gabe in Figure Four Leglock while Jayson Heagerty executed a Diving Bionic Elbow to Gabe knee joint . Casey wants to help but security refuses to allow her to pass. She took a microphone and shouts, “WE QUIT!” while Gabe submits to eliminate them from this match to avoid any possible injury.

While Casey helps Gabe limp up the entrance ramp, Leon and Amber Torres race into the ring from behind and hit dual Inverted Hurracanranas to Jayson and Miz while they are waving to the the departing Queen of Submission and Modern Day Warrior. The recently engaged couple lock in stereo Muta Locks on the grounded Miz and Jayson. The Miz reaches over and drags Amber by the hair off of Jayson. Jayson performs a Running Splash over Leon’s body to break his hold.

The Miz began to troll the crowd with mock Daniel Bryan “YES” kicks to the chest of the seated Leon Torres. Amber ended The Miz’s triade with a Tuna Sub (Low Blow) from behind, which allows Leon to retaliate with a Reverse Twist of Fate. The Miz shoves Leon away towards Jayson who propels Leon into the air with a Military Press. Once Leon crashes into the mat behind him, Jayson wastes no time locking in a Single Leg Boston Crab. Amber quickly made the save with an Ambercanrana to break the hold. The Miz Irish whips her into the corner but Amber scales up the corner post and came back down with a Diving Cross Body. The Miz caught her out of the air with a STO Backbreaker combination. The Miz towered over her body in a cocky manner as he wanted to show his dominance over the youngest Cruz sister. That move proved to be a mistake as Amber made him faceplant into the mat with a Drop Toe Hold and transitioned into an application of The Bitchfit (Crossface/Scissored Armbar combination/Rings of Saturn). The Miz has nowhere to go and is mere moments away from submitting until Jayson rained down with a Running Bionic Elbow to the back of Amber’s head to break the hold.

Leon Torres didn’t take lightly to Jayson Heagerty laying his hands on his fiancee. Leon returned the favor with a Shoe Shine (Running Big Boot dropped into splits) to Jayson’s jaw. Leon beckoned Jayson back to his feet before executing two Running Neckbreakers back to back. Leon aimed for the kill as he stalked the waking Jayson with The Lockdown (Running Bulldog to Crossface) but Jayson stopped Leon dead in his tracks with an Atomic Drop. This allowed The Miz to capitalize with a follow-up Skull-Crushing Finale by The Miz. The Miz then applies Figure Four Leglock to the grounded Leon Torres. Amber Torres races over to make the save, but Jayson intervenes with incoming Clothesline. Amber ducks underneath and rebounds from the ropes with an Asai Moonsault. Jayson moved out of the way, causing Amber to drop onto Leon’s legs as he was still trapped in the Figure Four. Jayson tosses her out of the ring and drops a Diving Bionic Elbow to Leon’s knee. With a heavy heart, Amber Torres took the microphone from Zoey Valentine at ringside and shouted, “WE QUIT!” to spare her soon-to-be husband from possible injury.

Although she managed to preserve the physical well-being of the father of her child, Amber Torres doesn’t take the loss lightly. She returned to the ring with Springboard Dropkick to allow herself to leapfrog over the incoming Jayson and nail The Miz into the corner. Jayson cut a 180 and charged towards Amber, but she pulled down the ropes to send Jayson tumbling out of the ring. Leon Torres limped to his feet, tri-jumps off the ropes, onto Miz in the corner and onto the waking Jayson with a Diving Cross Body.

With the damage been done to Fear Hollywood, Leon and Amber Torres exit the ring and head up the ramp. Leon Torres and Amber Torres trade glances at the Iceman and the Crown Prince walking down the entrance ramp while they made their exit.

Konrad Raab is Irish whipped into the corner by the Crown Prince, only to impact into The Miz’s body with a Stinger Splash while Samuel Chatman launched himself between the ropes with a Suicide Dive aimed right at the waking Jayson. Raab performs Superplex on The Miz with both of their bodies crashing to the mat, but somehow The Miz lands on top of Raab with Daniel Bryan’s patented Yes Lock applied.

Sam races to make the save but Jayson trips him up by sweeping his legs out from underneath him on the ring apron. Jayson drags Sam back into the ring with a Ropehung DDT and applies the Scream of the Silent (Haas of Pain) with it looking like Fear Hollywood is going to face the Enforcers in the finale of this Tag Team Turmoil gauntlet.

The Iceman kicks off ropes to roll himself over and back to his feet as he threw Miz overhead with Release German Suplex. Jayson intercepted Raab with a Hook, Jab, Hook punch combo. He went for the Hook, Raab interrupts with European Uppercut to send Jayson reeling into ropes. Jayson rebounds with a Lou Thesz Press, nailing the Iceman with Mounted Punches after they crash onto the canvas. Sam intervenes with the Royal Slam (Glam Slam) to remove Jayson from on top of the Iceman. The Crown Prince took a page out of his colleague's Ivory’s playbook in the form of the Giant Swing to Jayson Heagerty. Konrad Raab nailed Jayson with an Assisted Dropkick to complete this tandem combination that would make Cesaro and Tyson Kidd proud.

Before Raab and Chatman could pat themselves on the back, The Miz attacks Sam from behind and threw him shoulder first into the corner post. TheMiz tries to gloat but he’s caught with Rolling Release German Suplex by the Iceman. The Miz lands on his feet behind Raab and went for the Skull-Crushing Finale - or so he thought… The Iceman rolls through into an application of the Ice Lock (Ankle Lock). The official brought the microphone to The Miz’s lips and he shouts, “I QUIT!!” to allow the team of Konrad Raab and Samuel Chatman to advance.

The Enforcers immediately storm the ring and don’t give the Crown Prince and Iceman the opportunity to breathe after picking up this win from Fear Hollywood. Dequan targets the ailing Crown Prince with a Shoulderbreaker while the Iceman tries to fight off G-Money Briggs. Raab bounces off the ropes with a Clothesline only to be intercepted by Dequan Wallace with a Back Body Drop that sends the Iceman’s body into G-Money’s arms, who proceeds to Powerbomb him into the canvas (Faces of Fear combination; Meng & Barbarian). Normally, the Enforcer would pin off this but he transitions into a Boston Crab while Dequan hits the ropes and performs a Running Falling Headbutt to the Iceman’s ailing midsection.

The Crown Prince came down from the top rope with a Diving Hurracanrana to G-Money, only to be caught out of the air and thrown into the corner with a Release Crucifix Powerbomb (Border Toss). Dequan Wallace hits the adjacent ropes and connects with The Bullet (Da Pounce) just as the Crown Prince staggers out of the corner.

Without a shadow of a doubt, the Enforcers were firmly in control while Veda Scott applauded at ringside. They gave the cut throat motion to the GZWA Nation before taking to the adjacent corners as they stalked the waking Konrad Raab. The Enforcers line him up and strike in tandem with the Lose-Lose Situation (Cade & Murdoch’s Sweet & Sour combination) to the waking Iceman. Raab dived out of harm’s way, causing G-Money Briggs to deck his own partner with a vicious Lariat. Raab staggered back to a vertical base and struck from behind with a Dropkick to G-Money’s spine, causing the Enforcer’s skull to bounce off the turnbuckle. Raab went to follow-up with a Release German Suplex but G-Money wasn’t having any of it until he had no choice as Sam connects with a Missile Dropkick to assist Raab in throwing him overhead.

The duo locks in Double Ankle Lock to the downed G-Money Briggs. Dequan hits the ropes, looking to make the save with the Bullet, but Sam and Raab release the hold to make Dequan miss his mark and tossing him to the mat with a Double Hip Toss. They resume their double submission with stereo Ankle Locks on the Enforcers. Dequan and G-Money roll their hips and kick them into the ropes to escape. The Crown Prince and the Iceman found themselves intercepted on the rebound with stereo Pop-Up Powerbombs. The Enforcers didn’t stop there as they hoisted Sam and Konrad off the mat up again and charged towards each other for a Powerbomb Sandwich (Authors of Pain-style).

G-Money slammed Konrad Raab to the mat with authority to complete his Powerbomb, only to transition into the G-String (Stretch Muffler) while Dequan poised to dispose of Samuel Chatman with a Running Release Powerbomb out of the ring. The Crown Prince derails those plans with a Hurracanrana to throw himself and Dequan over the top rope and out onto the ring apron. Dequan sprung up with a point blank Bullet off the ring apron, but Sam responded with a T-Bone Suplex to throw the Enforcer into the corner post behind him. Both Sam and Dequan collapse to the floor from this maneuver as both individuals are clearly spent, with the fate of the GZWA Tag Team Championships resting on Konrad Raab and G-Money Briggs’ shoulders.

Konrad Raab valiantly trekked across the ring to make a rope break, but it’s in vain as G-Money dragged Raab back towards him. This ends up being the moment that Raab was waiting for as he uses the momentum to knee G-Money in the jaw hard enough to escape his grasp and fall back to the mat stylishly into an Armbar.

G-Money wasn’t going to submit nor give up the ghost here. He raised Raab off the mat in a Powerbomb, only for Raab to perform a Double Knee Facebuster (Codebreaker) to derail those plans. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough to floor G-Money but Konrad Raab had the solution to this problem. He performs the Ice Storm (Diamond Cutter) on the dazed Enforcer.

At this moment, Veda Scott stood up on the ring apron, verbally belittling Konrad Raab while simultaneously baiting him to come closer. Raab seemingly fell for it, hook, line, and sinker as G-Money spring up with a Haymaker towards Raab from behind. The truth was revealed as G-Money fell for the Iceman’s trap. G-Money inadvertently knocked Veda Scott to the floor, which allowed the Iceman to tie his arms up into the ropes during the confusion. With the Enforcer tied up with nowhere to go, the Iceman applied the Cologne Cloverleaf (Texas Cloverleaf). Dequan slides back into the ring and opts for the Bullet to break the hold, but the Crown Prince intervenes with a Drop Toe Hold to drop Dequan into the adjacent ropes, leaving him in the same predicament as G-Money as Samuel Chatman binds his arms into the ropes and applies the Cloverleaf Pain. The referee held the microphone up to the Enforcers’ mouths as they utter those fateful words,“WE QUIT!!”


WINNERS: “The Iceman” Konrad Raab and “The Crown Prince” Samuel Chatman (NEW GZWA Tag Team Champions).

[Xion Zeros]

It was hard being a boss - Brooklyn Glamorous took her obligation to her fashion house very seriously; it was one of the many reasons Brooklyn had to pull back from her other passion which was being in the ring. As she was leaving and heading down to a waiting car, Brooklyn paused.
It was hard to say that at she missed being in the ring and a part of that was the fact that she was so close to obtaining the Vixen title to go toe-to-toe with the women of GZWA. Being in the ring had awaken that inner competitor inside of her once again.
Still at the end of the day she truly did want what was best for business.

She had been so deep in thought she didn't realized that she was sitting in the backseat of her car. The driver already leaving her corporate world.
Before she could stop herself she already had her phone out and logged into her Skype and dialed GWZA.



She took a deep breath before she begin, "Hello everyone, sorry I couldn't be there tonight but had some other pressing matters that needed my attention. Anywho... the reason I'm calling was to address the Vixens tonight..."

Brooklyn paused once more to center her thoughts before she stared them all down.

"Let's get one thing straight. None of you truly understand the turmoil and strife that Xion and I have endured for you to have this golden opportunity. Xion and I have poured our hearts into bringing this division back to life from the brink of extinction. So I want you to all see that, as you getting ready to lay it all out in the line tonight - all for you to have a chance to have your name forever highlighted in the history books.

Without heart and soul you will never really understand what it means to be Vixen Champion. Morgan Davis, Bobbi Jackson, Laura Jackson, Blake Harper, Ursula Areano, and Maryse... I have seen you girls are tough and full of fight but I feel you are lacking in refinement, especially slobs like Laura Jackson, who I personally would like stomp into the ring apron. Maybe tonight, you may change my opinions of each and every one of you... Just maybe... Who knows?

At the end if the day life isn't fair and I guess the best of you will raise to the top. But just remember Vixens, I'm going to make it my personal project to see that the next Vixen champion is best for business... as a wedding gift for my beloved Xion."

Brooklyn gave a sexy smile as she signed off with a wave of her delicate fingers tips.

She placed her phone back into her bag. Brooklyn removed her over large Gucci shades and placed them over her angelic features. She couldn't wait to see how that would trend worldwide.

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6 Pack Challenge for the vacant GZWA Vixen Championship
"The Georgia Peach" Morgan Davis vs. "Tattooed Beauty" Laura Jackson vs. Blake Harper vs. Ursula Areano vs. “The Sexiest of the Sexy” Maryse Ouellet vs. “The Bobbilicious One” Bobbi Jackson


Zoey Valentine: Up next is the 6 Pack Challenge for the vacant Vixen Championship. Since this is a special, yet historical occasion, we have invited Lori Kross to act as the special guest referee to this match.



Lori Kross walks down to the ring, blowing kisses to the fans and waving excitedly to the GZWA Nation, anxious to the call the action.

The Carter: Sweet God Almighty, who is this slice of heaven?
Francine: Someone totally not interested in you - end of story. 
Prof. X: Lori Kross did an interview for the GZWA.com blog. She is a friend of the Showstoppin' Senorita, Mariah, and currently acting as a freelance referee. Who knows, maybe she might want to make this a full-time gig?
The Carter: I sure hope so!
Francine: We got quite a lot of noteworthy women in the crowd here to watch this match.

The camera pans throughout the front row of the crowd to get a shot of several iconic women in attendance, including Bobbi Jackson's friends - Susan Rigger, Carmen, and Giselle; Alexis Vixen, Ashleigh Cash, Tia Brooks, and the newly signed Crystal Millar to name a few.

At the sound of the opening bell, all six women erupted into a brawl.

Prof. X: I want to remind everyone watching at home that this 6-Pack Challenge for the Vixen Championship is one pinfall or submission to end this match with the winner being the new Vixen Champion.

Bobbi Jackson started things off with a Discus Clothesline towards Maryse Ouellet. The Sexiest of the Sexy ducks underneath the incoming blow, allowing Bobbi pass her by and connects with the French TKO to send Bobbi over the top rope. Before she could pat herself on the back, the Tattooed Beauty connects with a Super Kick to Maryse to send her over the top rope to join Bobbi on the ring apron. Laura tried to walk away but Maryse reeled her back in by the hair as Maryse attempted Suplex the Tattooed Beauty down to the ringside floor. Blake Harper was trying to Suplex Bobbi back into the ring. All four women found themselves met with resistance as they were struck simultaneously by the Argentine Train (Elijah Express) by Ursula Areano and Boo-Tee Bump (Rearview/Flying Hip Attack) by Morgan Davis to knock Bobbi and Maryse off the ring apron while they simultaneously Double Suplex Laura and Blake over the ropes down to the floor when Blake and Laura went to Suplex them back into the ring. In one fell swoop, the ring was reduced down to the Morgan Davis and Ursula Areano one-on-one.

Morgan Davis and Ursula Areano looked around at the cheers from the GZWA Nation in anticipation of this match and proceeded to lock-up. Morgan naturally gained the upper hand with her power advantage. She held Ursula in a side headlock, only for the eldest Areano sibling to slip out of it and retaliate with a Russian Legsweep. She proceeds with a Standing 450 Splash. The grounded Georgia Peach rolls out of the way and promptly delivers the Boo-Tee Print (Butt Drop) to Ursula’s spine. Much like Morgan mere moments ago, Ursula rolls out of harm’s way before springing back to her feet and continuing on offense via a series of rapid fire kicks to the Georgia Peach’s chest as she sat in a seated position after missing the Boo-Tee Print. Ursula hits the ropes and rebounds with a Shining Wizard to the waking Georgia Peach. Morgan answers by means of the Magic City (Sitout Powerbomb), pinning Ursula’s shoulders to the mat.


ONE…


TWO…


WAIT!!!


Ursula turns the tide via a Sunset Flip reversal.


ONE…


TWO…


NO!!!


Morgan performs a seated front dropkick to break the pin. With Ursula still at her feet, Morgan went for the Diving Stomp from the top rope. Those plans were derailed as Morgan found herself being tossed off of the turnbuckle and sent crashing into the mat by the returning Blake Harper. Blake helped Morgan to her feet, only to dropped her back down with a Russian Legsweep. Upon impact, she transitions into a Regal Stretch onto the Georgia Peach.

Prof. X: That was a sneaky play by Blake Harper there. She’s got Morgan Davis exactly where she wanted her.
Francine: Don’t be surprised, professor. It’s like Blake’s said over the last few weeks. She has been pulling the strings all along for her and the Hellions to reach this pivotal moment. We already saw her boys defeat CM Punk earlier tonight. Now it’s her turn to play her hand or fold at the pressure.
The Carter: She may have manipulated Punk to her benefit, but she’s got five other roadblocks in this match between herself and the Vixen Championship. Speaking of which, one’s coming back into the ring right now.

At those words, the Tattooed Beauty slid back into the ring and broke the hold with shoot kick to Blake’s face (ADR style). Laura Jackson aimed to end this now with the Tampa Driver (Cradle Piledriver). Blake tosses her overhead to counter and immediately fell back to her knees to catch her breath briefly. She pivots back around with a Dragon Whip to the waking Tattooed Beauty. Laura caught her foot in motion and spun Blake back around towards the returning Bobbi Jackson who was more than happy to greet Blake with a DDT. Ursula reminds Laura that she’s still here with Reverse Neckbreaker. Both Ursula Areano and Bobbi Jackson have the same plan in mind for their next form of offense. The two Vixens perform simultaneous Moonsaults to the prone Blake Harper and Laura Jackson into two separate, yet simultaneous pins.

The Carter: Wait, is this legal? What’s going to happen if we get a draw?
Francine: Sudden death overtime?


ONE…


TWO…


TH---NO!!!


Maryse Ouellet broke the pin attempt by Ursula while Morgan picked up Bobbi off of Blake onto her shoulders and dropped her to the mat with a Scoop Slam. Blake and Laura wisely rolled out onto the ring apron. Maryse dragged Ursula to her feet into a Hair-Pull Spinning Backbreaker.

Prof. X: My word, she’s bending Ursula’s spine back like she’s a possessed by a demon!
The Carter: I’d be more than happy to exorcise the demon out her personally!
Francine: Ugh, I’m still waiting for someone to drown you in holy water.
Prof. X: Maryse is a dangerous force in this match. We already saw what she willing to do earlier tonight in her match with Ivory.
Francine: Yes, there’s no telling what she would do to become Vixen Champion in this match.

Morgan Davis flung Bobbi Jackson across the ring with a Moolah Whip via her blonde locks> Morgan went for another, but Bobbi nails her with a back elbow to counter. This in turn allows Bobbi to free herself with a Hip Toss. WIth the Georgia Peach grounded, Bobbi traps her within a Surfboard. Blake Harper launched herself back into the ring to leapfrog over Morgan trapped within Bobbi’s Surfboard, only to spring off the ropes with a Lionsault, impacting on top of Morgan’s body. Seeing that Bobbi wasn’t releasing the hold after that, Blake stomps on Bobbi’s face to break hold. Maryse continued to hold Ursula over her knee after another Spinning Backbreaker as she invited the Tattooed Beauty to assist her with the Death Sentence (Backbreaker/Diving Guillotine Leg Drop combination). Laura Jackson is more than happy to assist as she come crashing down over Ursula’s body from the top rope. The Tattooed Beauty and Sexiest of the Sexy’s partnership is quickly dissolved as Maryse was quick to turn on her newfound ally with a Hair-Pull Mat Slam. Maryse follows up with a Running Knee Strike as Laura was on all-fours, trying to return to a vertical base. Laura manages to stop Maryse dead in her tracks with a Drop Toe Hold, causing her to fall face-first into the corner. The recovering Ursula Areano capitalizes with another Argentine Train (Elijah Express) to the Sexiest of the Sexy slumped into the corner. Right after Ursula hits the maneuver, Laura sent Ursula overhead with the Tattoo This (Half Nelson Suplex) and into a bridging pin upon impact.


ONE…


TWO…


THR---NO!!!


The pin was broken by Blake Harper stomping on Laura’s throat while Ursula Areano wisely rolls out of the ring to recuperate. Even after the pin was broken, Blake doesn’t remove her foot from that place as she rolled the Tattooed Beauty over into a Kneeling Boston Crab.

Prof. X: Watching her do that makes even my back hurt. The spine isn’t supposed to bend that way!

Blake surprises the GZWA Nation by releasing the hold prematurely. She immediately backs up as she notices Bobbi closing in with a Super Kick. Blake caught her foot in motion and transitions into a Heel Hook.

Francine: That MMA background is definitely coming into play here.
Prof. X: It doesn’t hurt to have eyes in the back of your head in a match like this.
The Carter: Bobbi and Blake definitely won’t see this coming!

At that moment, Morgan Davis came down from the top rope with a Diving Stomp to both ladies’ legs to break the hold by force. The Georgia Peach showed off her own technical prowess by piling both Bobbi and Blake on top of each other and applying in the #LeafCurl (Leg Trap Camel Clutch) onto both Vixens.

Prof. X: For the last few months, the Georgia Peach have made it her mission to make obtaining the Vixen Championship her top priority. She’s bested Amanda Cortez on multiple occasions.
Francine: Despite her claims of not being a wrestler, she’s credited as a former Television Champion here in GZWA and came close to capturing the World Heavyweight Championship on a few occasions as well. She was the muscle within the Queen Bee Mafia - whether with a microphone or within the ring. She’s definitely a force to be reckoned with when she puts her mind towards accomplishing a goal.
The Carter: I wouldn’t mind having a time machine and seeing her back in her Exotica days…
Francine: Of course you would, Carter, ‘cause your mind is always in the gutter.

Ursula Areano inserts her name into the conversation with the Fist of Fury (Knockout Punch) right to Morgan’s jaw to break the hold. With the Georgia Peach reeling, Maryse Ouellet hits French Kiss (Snap DDT) to reeling Morgan. She went for the pin but the Sexiest of the Sexy found herself being hit with a Bulldog by Ursula, who promptly threw Maryse out of the ring.

Prof. X: Ursula Areano is another Vixen in this match who has been making waves over the last few months. The eldest Areano sibling took it as her personal responsibility to continue to represent her family here in GZWA after her sister Olivia was injured shortly after participating in Reina de Reinas Dos.
Francine: She’s a shining star in several promotions that she’s competed in around the world. Only time will tell when she’s going to add the Vixen Championship to her list of accolades.

Ursula performs a standing 450 Splash to the grounded Morgan Davis, only to be struck with the Splitting Headcase (Jumping Double Knee to the Head) by Laura Jackson during execution. WIth Ursula clearly out of it after being rocked by that blow, the Tattooed Beauty hits the Tampa Driver (Cradle Piledriver) to Ursula. Ursula involuntarily rolls on top of Morgan on impact in a pin.


ONE…


TWO…


THRE---NO!!!


Laura kicks Ursula off of Morgan at the last instant.

Prof. X: When it comes to women in this match who have prestige attached to their names already in the GZWA history books, you cannot leave Laura Jackson out of the conversation. She is one half of the record-setting longest reigning GZWA Tag Team Champions in history. To see her leave that behind to set her crosshairs onto capturing the Vixen Championship definitely has to put these women in this match on edge. She proved she was physically Casey Cortez’s superior and had the guts to stand up to the Glam Star herself.
The Carter: There’s no denying that wherever that woman goes, destruction follows in her wake.
Francine: Yes, she’s the only member of the MisFits I can honestly admit being a fan of her work within the squared circle.

Maryse trips up Laura as she went to pin Ursula, allowing the waking Ursula to spring back to her feet and charge into the mix with a Spear. Laura leapfrogs over it, causing Maryse to get speared at ringside into the front of the commentary table leaving both women out cold.

Francine: Taking risks like that shows how much this title means to the women in this match.

Before the Tattooed Beauty could process what just happened at ringside, the Georgia Peach closed in with the Boo-Tee Print (Rearview). Laura Jackson dropkicks her in spine to counter, causing Morgan to stumble forward into Blake’s arms for the Mercy (Headlock Driver). It seemed like fate has cruel sense of mercy as Blake’s Mercy maneuver was intercepted by Bobbi Jackson with a Spear of her own.

Prof. X: Bobbi Jackson already came out on top against the Frosts earlier tonight and she’s looking for validation for her return to wrestling with a championship win here tonight.
Francine: Can you blame her? She’s been out of the game so long and it would be a massive confidence boost to capture the gold in her first GZWA PPV appearance since returning to the company.
The Carter: She would definitely make her Ring of Beauty friends in the audience and watching at home proud. That’s for sure.

Morgan capitalized with the #SitYoAssDown as Bobbi on all fours after the Spear. Laura sneaked behind the Georgia Peach and unleashed another Tattoo This (Half Nelson). Morgan drops back behind Laura, landing on her feet and retaliates with a Stun Gun, dropping her onto the ropes. Before Morgan could finish her off, Bobbi struck fast with a well-timed Super Kick, sending the Georgia Peach reeling into the ropes. Morgan rebounds back into a kick to the midsection followed by the Pedigree from Mrs. Showtime herself. Bobbi found herself flipped overhead as the Georgia Peach counters, but found herself floored with the Tempest Turn (Argentine Cutter) from the returning Ursula Areano. Ursula went for the pin.


ONE…


TWO…


THRE---WAIT!!!


She was dragged off of Morgan and trapped within the Show-Shooter (Slightly Modified Sharpshooter) by Bobbi Jackson. Ursula was too far from the ropes to make a break, all hope looked bleak for the eldest Areano sibling. That is until the hold was broken by the least likely of individuals - Maryse - with the French TKO (Reverse Roundhouse Kick) aimed to the back of her head. Maryse doesn’t get to gloat for long as she’s floored with a Super Kick from the Tattooed Beauty. The Tattooed Beauty sought out to execute Maryse with a Diving Guillotine Leg Drop, but before Laura could proceed with her plans, Blake Harper blindsides her with the Mercy (Headlock Driver) from the top rope and applies the End of Me (Bridging Arm Triangle Choke/Last Chancery) after she crashed into the mat. The Tattooed Beauty squirmed and fought tooth and nail against the hold as Blake wrenched tighter. Laura tried to reach the ropes to force a rope break, but the pain was too much… She submits in defeat; thus awarding Blake the victory.

Prof. X: There you have it, folks. We have a new Vixen Champion - Blake Harper. Looks like the Hellions are two for two tonight. First they defeated CM Punk and now Blake established herself at the top of the food chain in the Vixen division.
Francine: Very true, but at the same time, I’m proud of all of these women that competed tonight for this opportunity. What an amazing match from bell to bell. These ladies gave it their all.
The Carter: And they all looked good doing it!
Francine: Is that all what matters to you, Carter?
The Carter: About 85% of the time, yes.

WINNER: Blake Harper (NEW Vixen Champion).

[Xion Zeros]

The Hardcore Monster is shown sitting in his locker room alone… Well, he thought he was alone, but wasn’t.



She appears again behind him, taunting him like she always does. Carnage doesn’t speak but merely listens to her words, echoing throughout his head.



“The Machine lost their last foothold with the championship gold after the Enforcers lost their titles mere moments ago. So much pressure on your shoulders… Will you rise to this challenge or will you stumble and fall?”

Carnage remains silent as she rests her hands on his shoulders and spoke into his ear as she leaned over his shoulder.

“Final Encounter… what a delightfully appropriate name for this turn of events. If this fool who parades himself as the World Heavyweight Champion faced my monster, there would be no doubt within the minds of anyone that the job would get done tonight.

Alas, you want to answer to your new masters and follow another man’s dream… but I implore you. Cleanse the filth that calls himself the Psycho Menace and reclaim what is yours.”

She grins once more, leaving Carnage with a seductive smirk.

“He must truly be psychotic if he would accept a match against you. Show him… No, show them ALL what the true meaning of a menace is.

Remember what Xion said… no help, no excuses… And remember my words, no remorse, no mercy, no settling for second place.”

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GZWA World Heavyweight Championship Match
"Psycho Menace" Ry Drake (c) vs. "Hardcore Monster" Carnage

Prof. X: It’s the moment that you’ve been waiting for GZWA fans. It’s time for tonight’s main event for the World Heavyweight Championship. Ry Drake steps into the ring to defend his title one-on-one against former champion, Carnage.
Francine: Ever since Ry Drake has won title by pinning Amanda Cortez in that triple threat last year, critics and naysayers have been saying that Ry Drake have taken the easy way out to win the title as his methods have been unfavorable to the GZWA Nation.
The Carter: The guy wins the title, adopts a new attitude, and surrounds himself with the biggest bodyguard that money can buy. I can see why people are jealous - the guy even had a MILF like Ivory fawning over him at one point!
Prof. X: Tonight, we find out whether or not Ry Drake can get the job done on his own or will Carnage regain the title that he never lost. We already saw the Machine allowed the GZWA Tag Team Championships slip through their grasp. I think the stakes and pressure couldn’t be higher for the Hardcore Monster to deliver for his masters.

After Carnage arrives to the ring, Ry Drake makes a point to keep avoiding contact with Carnage to officially start this match. He states that he’s not “ready” to the acting official and stuck his body between the ropes. Carnage tried to step forward but the referee stood in his way as the Psycho Menace paraded around the ring to the dismay of the GZWA Nation. The Hardcore Monster has had enough and he slides out of the ring. Carnage lariats the unsuspecting Ry Drake into the crowd. Of course, a brawl ensues within the crowd with security making sure the members of the GZWA Nation don’t get into harm’s way. The crowd parts like Moses parting the Red Sea as Carnage drops Ry Drake into the empty chairs with the Burning Hammer (Reverse Death Valley Driver). Carnage proceeded to drag Drake back towards the ring, but he found himself blinded with a cup of beer being thrown into his face by the Psycho Menace. While Carnage rubbing his eyes, Ry Drake connects with a Running Single Leg High Knee. Carnage staggers back against the barricade after the blow and Drake wastes no time connecting with another to send Carnage over the barricade. Drake goes for a third Running Single Leg High Knee only to receive a Buckle Bomb (Running Release Powerbomb) into the corner post. With the Psycho Menace writhing in pain, Carnage rolls him onto the commentary table and climbs up of the top rope.

The Carter: Oh god, here we go again! I’m outta here.

Carnage came crashing down from the top rope with a Diving Splash. Sadly, the Hardcore Monster misses his mark and crashes through the table after Drake narrowly avoided that fate.
Both men crawled towards the ring with Carnage crawling up the steel steps while Drake uses the ring apron to pull himself up to his feet. Seeing a golden opportunity within his grasp, Drake races across the ring apron and delivers the Assassination (Jumping Curb Stomp); effectively smashing Carnage’s skull into the unforgiving steel. It took some effort but Drake managed to drag Carnage’s bulk into the ring and covers him as this match finally officially starts.


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TH---NO!!!


Drake shook his head at this turn of events after he thought he had this match won already. Carnage sat up from the canvas and Drake showed his contempt for the Hardcore Monster with the Laid Out (Strong Right Kick to the Head). Carnage rendered that maneuver null and void by grasping him around the throat and raised him up for a Chokeslam. Drake rakes Carnage’s eyes and fell behind Carnage, performing a Reverse DDT as he fell to the mat. With the Hardcore Monster grounded once again, Drake applies a Dragon Sleeper.

The Carter: After that abuse Carnage put Drake through here at ringside, I’m surprised that Drake is still putting up a fight here. He might actually win this thing!

Carnage powers out with several knees directed to Drake’s face. Carnage rose back to his feet with Drake in tow over his shoulder, only to slam him back to the mat with a Pumphandle Slam. Carnage followed up with a Jumping Fist Drop, but Drake rolls out of the way onto the ring apron. Carnage pursued only to receive an Enzuigiri to the head that gave Drake breathing room to perform aFlying Clothesline from the ring apron back into the ring. Carnage manages to catch Drake out of the air with a thunderous Powerslam to counter. Carnage went to hoist Drake off the mat with another Chokeslam attempt but Drake held his arm hostage in a Figure Four Armlock. Carnage didn’t take this lightly as he hoisted Drake off the canvas propelled him into the corner with a Buckle Bomb into the corner to free himself. That was Carnage’s intentions, but Drake had other plans. He released the hold in time to respond with a Hurracanrana to send Carnage face-first into turnbuckle instead from his own momentum. Drake connects with a dropkick to the Hardcore Monster’s spine and rolls him up into another pin.


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THR---NO!!!


Drake argues the count with the referee.

The Carter: I’m with Drake on that one. I’m shocked that didn’t put the Hardcore Monster down.
Francine: At this rate, Drake might have to look into whatever killed the dinosaurs to end this one.

Carnage ends Drake’s verbal exchange with the official with a pre-emptive Forearm to Spine and dropped him to the mat with another Burning Hammer. Before Carnage could make the cover, Rex Terrell walks down ramp and stares down with the Hardcore Monster. Drake uses this distraction to go for another Running Single Leg High Knee. Carnage spun around to catch Drake in motion and answered with the Buckle Bomb to throw Drake out of the ring and into Rex Terrell standing at ringside. Fortunately for the Psycho Menace, Rex Terrell caught his boss out of the air but both men are floored by Carnage throwing himself out of the ring with a Over the Top Rope Suicide Dive (The Undertaker style).

Prof. X: There’s nothing but carnage within our wake here at ringside - no pun intended!
Francine: Hmph, Rex and Drake are out here too, professor.

Carnage rolls Drake back into the ring and went for a Top Rope Diving Splash upon his return to the ring. The Hardcore Monster misses his mark once again, allowing Drake to capitalize with the Assassination (Jumping Curb Stomp).


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THRE---NO!!!


Ry Drake is in disbelief and immediately orders for Rex sets up table at ringside. Ry Drake went for another Assassination, only to be Flapjacked to the mat by the waking Carnage. Once again, Rex Terrell stood on ring apron before Carnage could go for the pin. Carnage went over to confront the Mountain. Rex swung with the Mountain Pass, hoping to score a disqualification for Drake to retain via that method. No, the Hardcore Monster was seeing this match to the end. He blocked the Mountain Pass (Samoan Spike) with one hand and sent Rex crashing through the table at ringside with a Chokeslam with the other free hand.

Francine: Well, that’s one way to take out the trash…

Even though he’s out of commission, Rex bought Drake enough time to recuperate and the window of opportunity that allowed him to dropkick into Carnage into the ropes and into another Schoolboy Rollup. This time, Carnage was prepared for this tactic and rolled through back to his feet with Drake trapped into a Stretch Muffler.

Prof. X: Now’s the shoe is on the other foot as Ry Drake finds himself in an unfavorable position in this match.
Francine: Serves him good too with all of his foul play to this point.

Ry Drake tries to crawl towards the ropes, but Carnages reels him back away from the ropes. The Psycho Menace uses this momentum to swing Carnage back into the corner post behind him with a Modified Inverted Hurracanrana to free himself. Carnage is clearly rocked by the blow as Ry Drake took the opportunity to exit the ring. He grabs the World Heavyweight Championship and a chair from ringside. Drake sat in the chair and took a breather as the GZWA Nation pummeled him with boos. Drake took delight in this fact and held the title up to Carnage’s face, taunting him. “You’ll NEVER get this back. This is MINE, Y’hear me??”

Prof. X: Can someone stop this already? Just go ahead and win the match if you’re going to sit here and gloat like that.
The Carter: Looks like Drake is digging his own grave here to me…
Francine: More like an even DEEPER grave.

The referee tries to take the title away while Drake is rubbing it into Carnage’s face. Drake struggles with the referee to maintain his grip on the title, but Drake found himself struck from behind by Carnage with a Double Axe Handle prior to being raised onto his shoulders with the Burning Hammer (Reverse Death Valley Driver). Ry Drake accidentally kicks the referee down during execution, but that doesn’t stop Carnage from continuing his offense with the Total Annihilation (Elgin Spiral Bomb). Drake smashes the title over Carnage’s face, causing the Hardcore Monster collapses onto the chair that Drake was sitting in mere moments ago. Once he go back to his feet, Drake scores with the Assassination once again and covered Carnage as the referee was coming around.


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THREE!!!!


Prof. X: There you have it, folks. Ry Drake is still the GZWA World Heayvweight Champion. Not the way, I would have liked it to go down, but Carnage put up one hell of a fight.
Francine: Look! Carnage’s somehow is still trying to get up after all of that!
The Carter: Did someone from the audience toss a sensu bean into the ring or something?
Prof. X: Looks like this is only going to get worse… We have company heading down to the ring.



WINNER: "Psycho Menace" Ry Drake (retains).

Veda Scott is seen walking down the entrance ramp while the Enforcers surround the ring. She shook her head at Rex Terrell still out cold within the debris of the broken table. Ry Drake clutched his championship to his chest as he knew in the back of his head that he wouldn’t be able to fight off all of the Machine after this grueling contest against the Hardcore Monster. Veda Scott stood on the ring apron smiling from ear to ear with a cheshire grin. As Carnage slowly rose back to his feet, the Enforcers joined him in the ring in surrounding the Psycho Menace. Ry Drake stood watching his back and all directions as another surprise came from the top of the entrance ramp as the GZWA Chairman himself came walking down the ramp to the sound of “Testing Me” by Doujah Raze. Ry Drake looked even more confused as the GZWA Chairman stopped at the bottom of the ramp and gave a thumbs up motion towards Drake. Drake smiled until the gesture turned into an unceremonious thumbs down, signaling the attack within the ring. Ry Drake stood poised and ready to fight as the members of the Machine closed in to attack, only for the Enforcers to floor the Hardcore Monster.

Prof. X: What the hell is going on?? Did the Enforcers make a mistake?

Veda Scott sat on the ropes, inviting Ry Drake to make his exit with the World Heavyweight Championship while Carnage tries to get back on his feet. Dequan Wallace hits the ropes and hits The Bullet (Da Pounce) to floor him again as Drake accepted the gesture and promptly exits the ring while passing by the GZWA Chairman. Xion Zeros stood at the bottom of the ramp watching the Enforcers continue to assault the Hardcore Monster - first with the Lose-Lose Situation (Cade & Murdoch’s Sweet & Sour), followed by with his arms folded until he removed his overcoat and handed it to Veda before rolling up his sleeves. To the shock of the GZWA Nation, the GZWA Chairman assisted in the assault on the Hardcore Monster as the Enforcers raised him to his feet.

Xion turned away from Carnage before hitting the ropes and returning with the Unknown Variable (Handspring Cutter/Lethal Injection). Carnage is still showing signs of life, so Xion took Zoey Valentine’s chair from ringside and floored him with it over the spine prior to the Enforcers hitting the Lose-Lose Situation again. It doesn’t stop there as Xion hits the the Unknown Variable as the final nail in the coffin on top of the steel chair.

The final image left to the GZWA Nation was the sight of the Hardcore Monster being left out cold in the ring while the GZWA Chairman, the Enforcers, and Veda Scott headed up the entrance ramp.