Post by Xion Zeros on Nov 26, 2017 1:20:40 GMT -5
Venue: U.S. Bank Arena
Location: Cincinnati, OH
The arena lights turn on with a sole spotlight on the throne by the side of the stage, with GZWA Women's champion, Susie Price sat upon it, her title wrapped around her waist and wearing a gold long coat over her body.
Susie Price: "One show later, and I continue to run unopposed within the GZWA system as the ruler of the women's division. Seems like not just do they fear me, none of them will even TRY to challenge me... I challenge at least one woman in this place, call out my name here, on ReAction, give me reason to pay you any of my attention..."
With a chuckle, she strokes her golden title while relaxing back into her throne, tilting her head with a twisted smile under her cold, expressionless mask.
Susie Price: "Or all of you could keep sitting around in silence fighting each other, remain under my thumb like my little bitches... That's all I have to say, enjoy your show, worms..."
With this, the full arena lights turn on, with Susie placing her hands together as she silently waits for the show to proceed as planned.
Singles Match
"The Goddess" Amanda Cortez vs. "Showstoppin' Senorita" Mariah
Unaired footage from ReAction is shown as these two women make their entrance.
The Carter: Sounds like Mariah's coming for blood.
Francine: Why shouldn't she? Amanda showed her no remorse during our last broadcast.
Prof. X: Either way, it seems that the GZWA Chariaman is getting exactly what he wanted here with the Cruz sisters at odds.
As soon as Amanda steps into the ring, she’s floored with a Heartbreaker (Sweet Chin Music) from the Showstoppin’ Senorita before the bell could ring to start this match officially. Amanda rolls out onto the ring apron as she writhed in pain from the blow. Mariah contemplated cutting her sister a break, but she wasn’t allowed the novelty to dwell onto her thoughts as the Goddess launched herself back into the ring with a slingshot variation of the Fade to Black (The Gore) as she used the ropes. Amanda transitions into a bridging pin upon impact, but before the official could make the count, Mariah flips Amanda over into a Testdrive to slam her to the main in rebuttal. Mariah stood back up, wincing in pain momentarily before hitting the ropes and returning with a Handspring Splash. Amanda puts her knees up to defend, which allows her to lock in a Kimura Lock. Mariah uncharacteristically headbutts Amanda ferociously to free herself and break the hold. Both women lay back flat on their backs to catch a breather from the punishment that they have both inflicted on each other up to this point.
Prof. X: The GZWA Chairman has to be enjoying every single moment of this. It’s exactly what he wanted - seeing the Cruz sisters tear each other apart.
The Carter: Thanksgiving is about bringing families together, not tearing them apart!
Francine: It’s not the Cruz family is all peaches and sunshine to begin with y’know…
Amanda and Mariah sat back up in a seated position and exchanged pleasantries. Amanda struck first with Forearm Smash before Mariah fired back with one of her own. The two women traded blows back and forth until they noticed that neither woman was going to back down. To surprise of the GZWA Nation members watching live in attendance, both Amanda and Mariah started laughing hysterically before embracing each other in a hug. It was clear that they wanted nothing to do with the GZWA Chairman’s desires to tear their family apart.
This touching family moment was cut short as the Queen of Submission herself, Casey Cortez is seen racing through the crowd. She hops over the barricade and steps into the ring. Amanda saw her coming and sprung to her feet to greet Casey with the Fade to Black (The Gore). Casey stopped Amanda in her tracks with a Knee Lift before throwing her across the ring with ease with a Butterfly Suplex. Before she could react, Mariah struck from behind with a Running Low Dropkick to the back of Casey’s shin, to bring this towering Amazon down to her knees. With the crowd cheering her own, Mariah hits the ropes and returns with the Too Hot for TV (Scissor Kick with theatrics). Casey elevated the Showstoppin’ Senorita into air and caught her onto her shoulders before dropping her on top of Amanda’s body in a vicious Jacknife Powerbomb.
With the broken bodies of the Cruz sisters left for dead in the ring, Casey snatches the microphone from ring announcer Zoey Valentine from ringside and looks directly at the cameras before uttering, “YOU OWE ME, XION!”
Primetime returns from commercial break with the GZWA Chairman standing in the ring with a microphone in hand and the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder.
GZWA Chairman | Xion Zeros: "Like I mentioned on our last broadcast, this coveted title on my shoulder is going to be the reward for the winner of the Riot Match at next PPV Riot Control. If the GZWA roster wishes to better their chances at winning said title, they merely have to find a tag team partner and win the Stardom Tag Team Classic to earn the right to be one of the two final entrants in that match. That reward is merely only one of several possible unique opportunities that I shall present to the winners of this prestigious tournament.
That brings us to tonight, whereas this tournament is set to start with our first round match-ups..."
All of a sudden, the chairman’s microphone is cut off by static, and the tron and LED ribbons in the arena all become static. The lights flicker, then go out, along with all the monitors. After a pause of silence, the tron and ribbons start showing a heart monitor pattern. It starts slow then picks up slightly, and a waveform pattern is overlaid as a distorted voice begins singing “We’ll Meet Again” by Vera Lynn in time with the beeps...
“We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when…”
Another voice joins the chorus.
“But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day…”
A third voice joins in…
“Keep smiling through, just like you, always do…”
Then a fourth….
“‘Til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away…”
Then all four voices sing in unison, with some of the audience who recognize the song joining along…
“So will you please say hello
To the folks that I know,
Tell them I won’t be long…
They’ll be happy to know
That as you saw me go,
I was singing this song…
We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when, but I know we’ll meet again… some sunny daaaaaayyyyyy…..”
The voices laugh sinisterly, as the heart monitor speeds up and then flatlines with a long beep. Then, silence, then a clear, familiar voice rings through the speakers…
“We’re baaaaaaaaaack!”
Prof. X: Oh my!
Francine: Oh no…
The Carter: Oh yes!
The crowd goes nuts, recognizing the voice as that of “The Next Level” Mike Bradley. As “Hang ‘em High” by Dropkick Murphys blasts through the U.S. Bank Arena, a pyro goes off and the spotlight at the top of the ramp reveals the entire Bradley Clan - Mike, his sister “The Guru” Danielle Bradley, and their respective spouses making their GZWA debuts, “Dynamo” Jesse Bradley and “The Bouncer” Kris Williams - holding their trademark kendo sticks high in the air, soaking up the dueling chants of “Holy shit!” and “Welcome back!” Mike is sporting a drastically different look, with a deep black mohawk and long beard, but the family’s hoodies and all-Nike black, blue and white ring gear are familiar as ever.
The Carter: Hey, look Francine, it's your favorite people In the whole wide world!
Francine: Oh, for Christ’s sake, I thought they were dead...
Prof. X: And clearly Mike and Danielle are not alone in their return, as it appears their spouses are dressed for battle as well!
The Bradley Clan salutes the crowd with a swing of their kendo sticks, Then, in unison, they pull microphones out of their hoodie pockets, flip them up in the air, and address the crowd.
“HOW’S IT HANGIN’, CINCY!!!!”
The crowd continues to go nuts as now Mike speaks.
“As for me… a little to the left, heh!”
Mike adjusts his crotch as he says that.
“Goddamn, it feels good to be back! Look, I know you guys are excited to see us, and we’ve got a lot to go over, both on our end…. And on your end, Z.”
Mike points his kendo stick at the chairman, who raises his eyebrows at the perceived threat.
“First of all, juuuuuust in case you don’t know who the hell we are, here’s a quick refresher - we are - The Next Level...”
“The Guru...”
“The Bouncer...”
“And The Dynamo..”
All: “The Bradley Clan!”
“And about to step foot in a wrestling ring for the first time are my lovely wife, ‘Dynamo’ Jesse Bradley!”
Mike gives a quick kiss and an exploding fist bump to the fiery redhead to his right.
“And my husband, ‘The Bouncer’ Kris Williams!”
Danielle does the same with her jacked, cornrowed husband.
Francine: Yuck. Spare me.
Carter: Are you THAT deprived of joy in your life? I mean, I can fix that, you know.
Francine: Shut your mouth.
“So a lot has changed in Bradleyville in the past two or so years. As you may remember, I was forced into early retirement because of a heart condition that nearly killed me in the ring. I attempted a comeback a few months later after a heart transplant, but my doctors pulled the plug on that because they felt it was premature.”
“And then we realized, we have so much more to do in our lives than just wrestling, so why don’t we take a break and reconnect with our families?”
“So the four of us and our kids traveled the world, explored new business ventures and crossed off about twenty bucket lists’ worth of experiences!”
“We became as closely-knit as humanly possible. We were on top of the world, we were in heaven, we were at exactly the spot in life everyone wants to be.”
“But then…. We got that itch. That itch you just can’t scratch. And, uh…”
Mike turns his head towards the curtains.
“Amanda, if you’re listening back there, before you make any of your shitty and unfunny jokes, that itch was not VD. I wouldn’t know what it feels like anyways. You, on the other hand…”
The crowd “oooohhs” at Mike’s banter.
“And Amanda’s actually part of that itch, Z.”
Danielle points her kendo stick at Xion, causing him to roll his eyes. Then the Bradleys begin to make their way to the ring.
“We heard about everything you and The Machine have done to drag this company down. And you toying with Amanda, Mariah and the title as of late…”
“Well, while we're not here to defend the Cortez family honor, that just happened to be the motivating factor we needed to come back and cleanse GZWA!”
The crowd cheers for the Bradleys as they surround the ring and hop up onto the apron.
“Let’s face it, Z, it's no coincidence that in the two years since Mike and Danielle left, this promotion has become corrupted by authoritarian management, sketchy booking and - ahem - “talent” that couldn't be jobbers in TNA!”
“Without a group like us to whip the locker room into shape and hold in check draconian horndog needledicks like yourself who cum in their pants at the mere thought of humiliating their employees on worldwide television but are too chickenshit to put their money where their mouth is and lace up their boots…”
The crowd roars for Mike’s verbal jab, which elicits a stern stare from Xion.
“The GZWA fans have been deprived of something to really cheer for. Something memorable. Something they'll talk about for years on end. Some long-awaited excitement. Some… chaos.”
“Our lives have always been about change and excitement, Z. We never wanted to do just one thing or be in one place our whole lives. We wanted to do as much as possible and be the best at it too. And we're going to bring that change and excitement back to GZWA!”
“So with that said, the Bradley Clan is officially entering the Stardom Classic under the Freebirds Rule, and you, The Machine, Amanda Cortez, Bred For Perfection and every other quote-unquote ‘superstar’ in the back had better…”
All: “PREPARE -- FOR -- CHAOS!”
“Because whether it’s me, The Deepest Bag of Tricks in Wrestling and the two-time GZWA Television Champion…”
“Or me, the Grand Architect of the Bradley brand of wrestling…”
“Or me, K-Dub The God, the former All-American defensive lineman…”
“Or me, the Firebrand, the Spark Plug, the Dynamo…”
“Once we win the Stardom Classic, we’re gonna be the last four entrants in the Riot Control match!”
“And once we dispose of the other 26 jamokes, one of us WILL be GZWA World Champion!”
“And we won’t stop there. We’re on a mission to become the most dominant force not only in GZWA, but in all of wrestling!”
“We’re gonna be swimming in championship gold, Z, and we’re gonna run this company with straight fire!”
The Bradleys enter the ring and surround Z up close. Mike locks eyes with the Chairman.
“And if you don’t know…”
The Bradleys each take a couple of steps back, then jump on the turnbuckles to face the crowd.
“1… 2… 3…”
All, along with the audience: “NOW YOU KNOW!”
Then they turn to face Xion, sitting on the top turnbuckles, with condescending looks on their faces as the crowd roars.
Xion surprises them by applauding their return with the cheers from the crowd.
“Allow me to be the first one to formally welcome you all back to the GZWA family! From the look of things though, nothing hasn’t changed. Whether it’s two Bradleys, four, or a hundred, there’s still a lot of hot air being blown up the family’s collective asses.”
The Bradleys look at the crowd and do the universal hand signal for “talking too much" as the fans boo the chairman.
“The four you are more than welcome to compete in the Stardom Tag Team Classic under the Firebirds rule. I like this idea that you brought to the table.
The prize for winning the Stardom Tag Team Classic is the final TWO spots in the Riot Control main event - no more, no less. If the lot of you want to compete for that prize collectively as an unit, I have no problem with that in the least whatsoever.”
Xion chuckles a bit, “You actually think I care what you plan to do Amanda Cortez? Whether she wins or loses, she’s in debt to me. Go ahead and have your fun - do what you wish with her. It’s no concern to me. Her servitude to me is for my personal entertainment. Call me sick, but I enjoy seeing her suffer as she has no choice to dance like the puppet she is. I already have what I wanted and it’s this World Heavyweight Championship resting on my shoulder.”
He pats the title on his shoulder while looking at Mike directly before turning his gaze back to the Bradley Clan members around him.
“Before you get any cute ideas about trying to beat me down and stealing this to store in your refrigerator next to your Eggos and vegan soy milk, you better reconsider. I wouldn’t even need to call security or even any hired help to get ‘physical’ with you lot. No, why bother when I can easily press charges with a worldwide audience of witnesses to back my case in court. I would slap a lawsuit on your sorry excuse of a ‘family’ and take everything you own - including that precious replacement heart of yours - faster than you can utter the words M.C. Hammer.
Whether you like it or not, I’m the one in charge here and NOT the lot of you. If you don’t like that, you can crawl back into whatever cesspool you crawled out of to get here.”
With those words, Xion gestured towards the ropes and stepped out of the ring. Before he departs, he turns back towards the Bradleys.
“I know you’re all itching at this golden opportunity to make a statement for yourselves as the leaders of the pack and take a shot at the boss, but let me clear something up for you. You’re not. You should be worrying about the task at hand. Y’know that you inserted yourselves into the Stardom Tag Team Classic? Well, I hate to be the one to inform you of this, but your first match is tonight and it starts right now as you will face the debuting Bred for Perfection.”
“One more thing?
If you didn’t know… NOW YOU KNOW.”
Before Xion can make it to the back, however, Mike interrupts.
“WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, hold up, son…”
Xion keeps walking not even taking the time to acknowledge this tirade to get the last word. He was more focused on scolding whoever allowed this oversight with the Bradleys' contracts to be renewed.
“Rule number 1 - never steal our catch phrases, and rule 1A, if you do, at least say it right!”
“Rule number 2 - anyone who says they're untouchable will end up sorely mistaken when they cross the Bradleys!”
“Whatever your M.C. Hammer metaphor was supposed to mean, here's a better one for you - we CAN touch this! And it may not involve smashing your head off with a Superkick or kendo stick; hell, it may not involve any of us laying a finger on you, but if you fuck with us, one way or another, we'll make you regret it!”
“And as for only the last two spots in the Riot Match being up for grabs… that's fine by us. The other two of us will take whatever other spots we can get… doesn't matter where we start, it's gonna finish with us!”
“So yeah, bring on down Bred For Perfection. This is the moment we, everyone here in Cincy and the whoooooooole damn wrestling world have been waiting for!”
“We do things - big things…”
“And we ain't going anywhere anytime soon, Z…”
“Get used to us.”
The Bradleys flip their microphones out of the ring and prepare for the arrival of their opponents.
Stardom Tag Team Classic
First Round Opener: Match #1
The Bradley Clan (return) vs. Bred for Perfection (debut)
The Carter: Those are your words, not mine.
We are just moments into the show as we see Senor Vinnie emerge inside the ring as he is wearing the Mariachi hat on his back and wearing a jacket that doesn’t hide much of his body as he has no shirt underneath while fine tuning his guitar.
Senor Vinnie: "Last week I made my in ring debut in GZWA”
Senor Vinnie: "And for that, I have decided to sing a song for all of you fans out here that want to hear the words of the Mariachi of wrestling”
Senor Vinnie: "IVine, vi y conquisté a nadie! (translation: I came, I saw and I conquered a nobody!)”
The crowd boos as he enjoys the guitar playing before deciding to sing the next verse
Senor Vinnie: "I knew that the city of Cincinnatti was just merely an excuse to hold an even bigger excuse of a football team!!”
Crowd: "BOOOOOOO”
Senor Vinnie: "But i can promise you this!! The GZWA Will experience a revolution of me and my Mami’s in the weeks that Will follow…. As i am Senor Vinnie…, the Mariachi of Wrestling!! Adiós!!”
With that he walks off
Stardom Tag Team Classic
First Round Opener: Match #2
"Weapon-23" Ryan Kendrick and Jayson Heagerty vs. "The Iceman" Konrad Raab and "High Spot Hero" Equinox
The Carter: Either way it’s going to be a fight!!
As Primetime returns from commercial break the camera's view is on the door of a locker-room, a note posted next to it with "Tag Team Champions" written on it. A crew member knocks on the door and soon it opens, with Bobbi Jackson looking out with a raised eyebrow before she pulls the door the rest of the way open and steps aside.
Bobbi: Hey champ, I think they want you to say something about your match with Crystal this evening.
Eliza Frost is in the middle of stretching for her match, standing with her feet apart and reaching towards the floor between them, though she snaps straight as her tag partner gets her attention. Her big sister is lazing on a couch, the show playing on a rather sizable flatscreen television, the whole room looking rather cozy for a locker room, even a private one. Eliza tosses her championship belt over a shoulder and walks on over to the camera, then gives a little wave.
Eliza: What's there to say, soon I'll have another win in the books. I am at the top of my game and I'd say I'm facing a has-been, but I'm not too sure she's ever even gotten around to BEING in the first place.
Bobbi looks like she's about to correct her partner, but before she can Eliza goes on.
Eliza: Oh, I'm sure she's managed this and that while mindlessly jumping about the ring like she's on a dozen shots of espresso, but she'll soon learn there's only so far that will take you against REAL talent.
The cocky brunette smirks as she absently slides a hand over the Tag Team Championship belt's front plate.
Eliza: I've done what almost no other women can claim to have and not to put the ladies down, but we are just in a class of our own and it'll be obvious for all so see, so pay attention tonight as I make it... crystal clear.
Bobbi: And after Eliza handles our business we will continue to show the GZWA why the three of us are the greatest tag team trio of all time as we enter and win the Stardom Tag Team Tournament. Now if you don't mind...She has a match to prepare for..
Bobbi shoos the camera man out of the locker room shutting the doors behind them as Primetime returns to ringside.
Singles Match
Eliza Frost (w/ "The Bobbilicious One" Bobbi Jackson and "The Dominiqtrix" Dominique Frost) vs. "The Silver Screen Queen" Crystal Hilton-Millar (w/ Talia Areano)
Prof. X: Talia Areano and Crystal Millar have informed GZWA Management that they are intend on sticking together as an unit for the Stardom Tag Team Classic while we’ve heard it from the champs themselves that they are fully focused on entering the tournament as well.
The Carter: Crystal’s even been bragging on social media that she’s won tag team gold win everyone that she’s teamed up with. She says it’s just a matter of time before she does so again.
Francine: That could be true, but the trio of the Frosts and Bobbi Jackson are the team to beat. Then there’s critics who wonder if Crystal Millar has her head fully committed in her wrestling career and if she’s actually holding Talia Areano back. I mean, think about it. These are two women who are holding championship gold outside of GZWA. They have enough on their plates already. Who knows what mindset they are going to be in for matches in this tournament.
Prof. X: Yeah, those are the times when your body might want to quit, but your mind and passion for greatness drives you to do the impossible.
Eliza Frost and Crystal Millar engage in a traditional lock-up to start this match. Eliza found herself flat on her back as Crystal trips out feet from underneath her and quickly wins the tactic advantage in terms of positioning. Eliza isn’t out of options as she wraps her legs around Crystal’s body in a Body Scissors with her sister Dominique Frost nodding in approval. Crystal pushed herself off the mat briefly and drops Eliza down to the mat a Spinebuster to break the hold. The Silver Screen Queen arrogantly mouths off to Bobbi and Dominique watching at ringside as she stood on the top rope, preparing to perform a Diving Moonsault to the grounded Eliza. Crystal’s showboating proved to be detrimental as Eliza was able to shake off the cobwebs and promptly remove the Silver Screen Queen with a Powerbomb from out of the corner. Eliza pins her shoulders to the mat with a kneeling pin upon impact.
ONE…
TWO…
Talia Areano pounds on the mat urging Crystal to stay in the game while anyone looking on could see that Eliza was clearly annoyed. Crystal kicks her off and back into the corner before springing back to her feet with a Hurracanrana to smash Eliza face-first into the canvas. With the tables turned, Crystal doesn’t make the same mistake twice as she races up to the top rope and performs the Lights, Camera, Action! (Jack Evans 630 Corkscrew), landing right on top of Eliza Frost. Before Crystal could make the pin, Eliza Frost wisely rolls out onto the ring apron. Crystal grabbed her by her brunette hair and dragged her body between the ropes before executing a Ropehung DDT. Crystal confidently covers Eliza’s body.
ONE…
THREE???
Crystal stands up celebrating, but she doesn’t acknowledge nor hears Talia Areano’s warning from behind her as the officially points out that Eliza’s foot was on the bottom rope. Before Crystal could realize this match isn’t over, Eliza struck from behind with a Forearm Smash to the spine before executing the Avalanche (Cradle Back-Belly Piledriver).
The Carter: That was rather nice of Dominique to be there for her sister when she needed that helping hand… Or rather a hand to put her foot on the bottom rope without the referee noticing.
Francine: All’s fair in love and war, Carter.
Eliza covers Crystal.
ONE…
THREE!!!!
Prof. X: And just like that, Eliza Frost stole the victory right from underneath Crystal Millar’s nose. I seriously doubt this is the end of this potential rivalry between these two teams.
The Carter: Let’s hope we see them butt heads during the Stardom Tag Classic for we can see them settle the score once and for all.
Francine: Please, Carter. We know you’re just undressing them all with your eyes wishing that they were out there mud-wrestling in a pool of turkey gravy for your entertainment.
The Carter: I’m not disagreeing with you on that one…
Francine: Keep on dreaming, Carter.
Singles Match
Brother Zachariah (debut) vs. Chance Justice
Prof. X: Up next, we have Brother Zachariah making his in-ring debut against our young upstart Chance Justice. Chance has been turning heads over the past few in-ring experiences. Let’s see which one of these Superstars are going to leave their mark in tonight’s contest.
Francine: At least these boys aren’t bad on the eyes…
The Carter: Franny gets to oogle the boys but I can’t fantasize about the Vixens? No fair!
Francine: Your fantasizing is harmful for everyone around you and your own well-being.
The Carter: (confused) My well-being?
Francine: Your health is always at risk as one day - more likely sooner than later - I’m going take pleasure in strangling you to death out here.
Prof. X: I’m pretty sure that I’m going to call in sick on that day.
This match starts off with both men looking to make the first move. Chance Justice raises his hand above his head as an open invitation for the traditional lock-up. Zachariah accepts the invitation by reaching over to lock-up, but this just proved to be a ploy by Chance as he kicked Zachariah in the mid-section. Chance took control with a Belly to Belly Suplex and hit the ropes. He returned with a Shining Wizard, only for Zachariah to react with an Atomic Drop to counter. He follows up with a Side Kick and a Diving Elbow Drop from the top rope. The first attack hits it’s mark, but Chance rolled out of harm’s way to narrowly avoid the Elbow Drop. After Zachariah crashes lands into the canvas, Chance was quick to capitalize with a One Handed Bulldog from behind. With the tables turned, Chance followed up with a Diving 450 Splash from the top rope, but much like Chance mere moments prior, Zachariah found the means to avoid that aerial offense. In this case, he put his knees up to defend and locked in a Bridging Arm Triangle Choke after Chance missed the mark. Chance Justice wasn’t willing to allow victory to slip through his fingers here. He bit tooth and nail against the hold and used his free arm to reach for the ropes. His fingers inched closer and closer towards the ropes until they found that nirvana to force a rope break.
The referee separated the two competitors briefly after the break. Chance Justice held onto the ropes for support. Zachariah closes in with a Discus Elbow Smash to continue his offense. Chance pulls down the ropes in an act of desperation, causing Zachariah to tumble out of the ring. To Chance Justice’s surprise, Zachariah lands safely on his feet on the ring apron. Chance improvises with a Spear through the ropes, taking himself and Zachariah down to the ringside floor. Both men were feeling the side effects of that maneuver, but Zachariah’s resiliency has the GZWA Nation in awe as he is the first one back on offense. He sent Chance through the commentary table behind him with a Butterfly Suplex. With Chance laid among the debris, Zachariah left him for dead as the referee began the ring out count.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7…
8…
Chance Justice manages to slide back into the ring just before the count of 9. Zachariah helps him to his feet with a Death From Above (Arm Twist Ropewalk into Flying Knee Strike). Chance reels back into the ropes upon the impact of the blow and inadvertently rebounds with an all or nothing gamble in the form of another Spear. Zachariah stopped him in his tracks with an European Uppercut before reeling Chance in for the Brimstone Piledriver (Sitout Tombstone with Leg Hook pin).
ONE…
Prof. X: And with that, this Superstar who refers to himself as Brother Zachariah has emerged triumphant in his GZWA debut.
Francine: Chance Justice gave it his best shot and didn’t make it easy for Zachariah.
Singles Match
Lily Evol vs. "Tattooed Beauty" Laura Jackson
Special Guest Referee: "The Glam Star" Brooklyn Glamorous
The Carter: This isn’t looking good at all for the Tattooed Beauty. She’s got the odds stacked up against her here. Is there anyway feasible that she could even win this?
Francine: She’s got as much of a chance winning here as you do getting laid tonight with Brooklyn naming herself the referee.
Prof. X: I detest that the Machine are doing things like this to have their way in their own sick form of entertainment at the roster’s expense. It’s only a matter of time before their fun and games blow up in their faces.
Brooklyn Glamorous gets in Laura Jackson’s face prior to the start of this match to remind the Tattooed Beauty exactly who is the acting official and who’s in charge here tonight. The Tattooed Beauty wasn’t having any of it as she stepped forward, poised to make a move towards the Glam Star to make things physical. Instead, the Tattooed Beauty found herself dragged away with a Hair Pull Whip by Lily Evol from behind. Laura lands in front of the corner and staggers back to her feet to see the incoming Running Body Avalanche by Lily Evol. Laura manages to derail Lily with a Drop Toe Hold to send her face-first into the middle turnbuckle. With Lily Evol stunned, Laura Jackson positioned herself on the top rope and performed a Tornado DDT out of the corner to spike Lily into the canvas below. The Tattooed Beauty didn’t stop there as she jumped from the middle rope with a Diving Guillotine Leg Drop and hooked Lily’s leg into a pin.
Brooklyn stood filing her filing her nails and yawned from boredom, refusing to acknowledge the pin attempt by the Tattooed Beauty. Just as Laura was about to give up the ghost on her pin and sock the Glam Star in the face and ruin her flawless demeanor, she found herself elevated off the mat as Lily sat up with her in tow as Lily Evil trapped the Tattooed Beauty in a Torture Rack. Brooklyn smirked like a cheshire cat as Laura’s cries of anguish filled the air. That wasn’t for long as the Tattooed Beauty raked at Lily’s eyes and kneed her repeatedly to free herself. Once back on her feet, Laura connects with Super Kick to Lily’s jaw that merely sent her reeling back into the ropes behind her. Lily inadvertently rebounds from the ropes and right into the pending Splitting Headcase (Double Jumping Knees to the head) by the Tattooed Beauty that sent her staggering back into the ropes again. Lily rebounds back towards Laura again, who stood ready to connect with another Splitting Headcase, only for Lily to catch her right out of the air onto her shoulders for a Powerbomb. The Tattooed Beauty wasn’t having any of this as she punched ferociously over Lily’s forehead before Lily toppled back and over the ropes, sending them both crashing down to the ringside floor. Lily took the brunt of the fall as Laura is the first one back to her feet. She locks in the Nighty-Night (Headlock/Body Scissors Combination) to the waking Lily Evol. Lily rams Laura into the ring apron but she’s not releasing the hold in the least. She held on as Lily dropped to one knee. No, Lily wasn’t going out this way - despite the fact that she knew Laura had to be in the ring to win this match. Lily didn’t dare to think what would happen if she failed to live up to Brooklyn’s high expectations of her. She powered through the pain and made one more mighty charge - this time sending their bodies crashing through the nearby barricade.
With both women out cold on the floor among the members of the audience in attendance, Brooklyn Glamorous calls out to Lily Evol to get with the program. She’s in utter disbelief that it’s taken this much effort to dispose of the Tattooed Beauty. Lily staggers back to her feet with some effort and drags Laura’s body back towards the ring. Lily drops her lifeless body onto the ring apron before motioning to crawl back into the ring. That’s when the Tattooed Beauty quits playing possum and kicks Lily directly in the face, causing her head to bounce off the nearby corner post at ringside. Laura then capitalizes with a Double Arm DDT on the ring apron, leaving Lily Evol down and out at ringside.
Laura Jackson then turned her gaze straight for Brooklyn Glamorous standing the ring with Lily out of the way. Brooklyn beckoned her closer, with Laura more than eager to comply. Once again, the Tattooed Beauty found her attack cut off - this time by the Queen of Submission making her second appearance on this broadcast. Casey threw her former tag team partner overhead with a Release German Suplex right into the turnbuckle behind her. Before she could get her bearings, Laura Jackson found herself hit with a back to back Corner Splashes from both Casey Cortez and returning Lily Evol. Laura staggers out of the corner and right into a pending Pop-Up Samoan Drop.
With the Tattooed Beauty laid out at their feet, Casey and Lily stare down until Brooklyn steps between them to kneel down next to Laura’s body. Brooklyn makes a quick three count as Lily held her foot on Laura’s throat to name her client the winner. Brooklyn pats Laura’s cheek in a condescending manner before leading these two powerhouses out of ring as Primetime takes it’s final commercial break of the night.
Main Event: Tornado Tag Team Steel Cage Match (Pinfall/Submission/Escape to Win)
The Enforcers (G-Money Briggs and Dequan Wallace) vs. The Mega Busters (Matthew Miles and Psycho Sagus; w/ Ashleigh Cash)
Primetime returned from commercial break with the Mega Busters making their entrances first. Psycho Sagus paused briefly to look at the steel cage with awe. Before they could know what hit them, the Enforcers attacked the Mega Busters from behind. Ashleigh was knocked to the floor as they stormed past her to hurl Miles and Sagus into the side of the steel cage at ringside. G-Money carried them into the ring onto his shoulders like children while Dequan threw in several foreign objects into the ring, including a few steel chairs and two tables.
Prof. X: It’s no secret that the Enforcers are looking to make quick work of the Mega Busters here tonight.
The Carter: I got a strong feeling that this match is going to be ugly… no, bowling shoe ugly.
Francine: That’s the most intelligent thing that you’ve said all night, Carter. I’m shocked.
Dequan took the lock and chain and secured the door to the cage, insuring that no one was getting out on the Enforcers’ watch. Dequan threw the key over the cage wall and deep into the crowd of raging fans. Matthew Miles slowly rose to his feet only to be turned inside out with a Running Decapitation Clothesline from G-Money Briggs. Psycho Sagus attempts to get up but his feet are taken out from underneath him by Dequan using a steel chair to perform a Knee Clip. Sagus attempts to get back up only for Dequan to repeat the maneuver from the front. Dequan then helps him to his feet with a Stalling Suplex. Dequan held Sagus overhead to rush all of the blood to his head before slamming him against the cage wall and dropping him onto his head in a Brainbuster. With Sagus down, the Enforcers surrounded the waking Miles for the Lose-Lose Situation (Cade & Murdoch’s Sweet & Sour). Miles leapfrogs over the incoming Dequan Wallace, but fortunately, he hits the brakes in time to stop himself from impacting into his tag team partner. That doesn’t stop Matthew Miles from knocking them both into the corner with a Running Dropkick. Miles lands on all fours, whereas Sagus races over (wobbling in pain from the assault from Dequan earlier) and performs a Poetry in Motion to both Enforcers in the corner.
With the Enforcers against the ropes figuratively and literally, the Mega Busters set up a table in the middle of the ring while leaning the other against one of the corner posts. The Mega Busters drag Dequan out of the corner and roll him onto the table in the middle of the ring while G-Money slumps against the turnbuckle. Miles assaults Dequan with punches to ensure he won’t move from off the table while Sagus positions himself on the top turnbuckle. Miles joins him on the adjacent turnbuckle across the ring as they prepare their tandem assault. Sagus took flight with a Frog Splash, but G-Money kicks the table over, causing Sagus to hit nothing but canvas. Miles leapt from the top rope, looking to strike fast, but G-Money spun around to catch him out of the air. He dropped Miles to the mat with a Front Falling Fireman’s Carry Slam (World’s Strongest Slam) to pile Miles on top of Sagus. Dequan kicks the table out of the way and joins G-Money in dragging the Mega Busters back to their feet into the Super Collider (Stereo powerbombs, after colliding their opponents). In the Enforcers’ case here, they don’t do a simple Powerbomb, they Powerbomb the Mega Busters into each of the opposite walls of the cage, shaking the horrific structure to its core.
It’s at this moment that Ashleigh Cash has seen enough and has made up her mind to intervene. She opted to scale the wall of the cage but found herself attacked from behind by Susie Price. Ashleigh had no clue that Women’s Champion had came down from her throne to intervene with the affairs of mere peasants. Susie Price merely nods in approval to the Enforcers looking on from within the steel structure.
Francine: Susie Price just denied Ashleigh Cash’s access into the ring and insured that the Mega Busters weren’t getting any help here.
The Carter: These boys are going to have to make their miracle happen on their own.
Francine: It’s too early for a Christmas miracle.
Prof. X: I think it’s a mistake that the Enforcers aren’t going for any pins here, but going for prolonging the Mega Busters’ suffering here instead of picking up the win. It’s clear that they are sending a message to the locker room on behalf of the Machine to whoever wishes to cross them.
Dequan Wallace positions himself on the top rope as G-Money Briggs elevates Matthew Miles onto his shoulders in an Electric Chair Drop position. The Enforcers stood ready to slam dunk Miles through the table that was turned back over earlier. This time, Sagus makes the save with a chair shot over G-Money’s spine. Miles shook off the cobwebs and sprung off G-Money’s shoulders with a Super Hurracanrana that sent Dequan crashing through the table below. Amped up with the crowd still behind them, the Mega Busters connect with Double Running Yakuza Kicks to G-Money. Miles and Sagus deliver chair shots to the floored Enforcers before draping the chairs over their bodies. They point to the top of the cage as the crowd stands up on their feet. The Mega Busters scale up opposite walls of the cage and sat perched on the top of the cage as the Enforcers began to stir. Miles took flight with 450 Splash while Sagus came down with the Koopa Killer (Diving Foot Stomp) as both Mega Busters dove down from the top of the steel cage. Miles found himself intercepted in motion as Dequan hit him with the Bullet (Da Pounce), sending him crashing through the table in the corner upon impact. Meanwhile, Sagus was caught onto G-Money’s shoulders into the Final Exam (F-5) and dropped into the G-String (Stretch Muffler). After taking a hit like that, Miles isn’t getting up and Sagus has nowhere to go. Given the abuse that his knees took earlier in this match thanks to the chair shots from Dequan, Sagus reached his breaking point as he submits to the hold; effectively naming the Enforcers the winners of this match.
To the surprise of the Enforcers - namely G-Money Briggs, a hand erupts from underneath the ring and grasps him around the throat. Dequan Wallace aims to assist but he’s distracted by Ryan Kendrick cutting open the cage wall on the other side of the ring with a claw on his hand that only Marvel Comics’ Wolverine could love and adre.
The Carter: I guess someone decided it’s not too late for Halloween! All hell's breaking loose in here!
Prof. X: Yeah, Hell itself has a hand on the Enforcers!
Dequan pulls G-Money free from the hand and they both Shoulder Block the cage door to break it from the hinges make their escape just as Weapon-23 is entering the cage. The Enforcers look back at the ring to see Carnage emerge from beneath the ring to join Ryan Kendrick as they point at the Enforcers with a warning of their own: The members of the GZWA roster are willing to fight back against the Machine’s tyranny.
