ReAction -- Primetime 6-28-11

[Xion Zeros]

This week's topics:

• After Primetime went off-air, GZWA Co-Owner Justice named a rematch of herself and "9th Wonder of the World" Chyna versus "The Blueprint" Matt Morgan and "Queen Bee" Madison Rayne at Slammiversary. What does Chyna have to say about that after the humiliation suffered tonight?
  
  
• What does the newcomer Jeff Hardy have to say about the token words directed towards him by Brad Kane?
  
  
• Brock Lesnar had his world shaken by The Big Show after a stellar staredown on Primetime. The Next Big Thing won't take that assault lightly.
  
  
• Molly Holly has been named as the special referee to the bout between Mei Long and Porscha at Slammiversary after expressing her concern for the mental well-being of her former student. What's both Divas' thoughts on the situation?
  
  
• The GZWA Women's Championship is on the line a few days away. What are the champion and challenger's thoughts going into the title match?
  
  
• Tempers are raging among the GZWA Divas, namely between Mya Gahan and Velvet Sky. And we can't forget the No Holds Barred Match named for Slammiversary between Emmagrace and Bobbi Jackson.
  
  
• Lise Starr made an epic return to GZWA tonight, issuing a challenge where she's brave enough to stake her GZWA contract on the line, but Kristal Heart is brave enough to take her up on the offer.
  
  
• At Slammiversary, Amanda Cortez is being forced to bring her love triangle to an end. She'll be locked into a steel cage as Laura Jackson and Jimmy Jacobs fight for key that will unlock her heart. Amanda has to be in an emotional wreck to let things get this far out of hand.
  
  
• We saw the chaos erupting between them during Primetime's main event, but what's in store when AJ Styles, Carnage, Joel Hall, and Andre Holmes are pitted against each other in a no limits TLC match?
  
  
• At almost every opportunity, Omega has found the means to outwit and outsmart Rob Van Dam and Alkertraz at every fatal turn. With the GZWA Heavyweight Championship on the line at Slammiversary, can Omega bank on the same result?
  

(Remember this topic is NOT just limited to these points, newcomers feel free to "react" on the events of this most recent GZWA program.)

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[Kayda Erikson]

Velvet Sky is shown screaming in the Diva's Dressing Room, as Christy Hemme slowly approaches.

Velvet Sky: Did you see that, Christy? Did you see what happened out there? I'm sick of it. That bitch thinks that she can walk around this locker room and do whatever she wants and I'm sick of it! All the cheap shots since I started in GZWA, the brutality, she's just a cheap dirty skank with no talent, and no chance of beating me one on one in a fair fight.

Velvet Sky slams her hand into the locker, and Christy jumps in shock. Velvet Sky keeps shrieking, as Christy tries to get a word in.

Christy Hemme: Velvet, what did you think about being hand selected by GZWA Women's Champion, Tia Brooks? Do you see this as an opportunity to prove to her why you deserve a shot at the title?

Velvet Sky glares at Christy, but her gaze softens a bit and she calms down a bit at the thought.

Velvet Sky: Honestly, Christy, I didn't think about why Tia Brooks hand selected me as Katie Matthews opponent tonight. Probably to be a punching bag for that group of bitches and somehow I think they knew it. My goal is to one day soon be GZWA Women's Champion, and I fully intend on challenging for the belt, whether Tia has it or not doesn't matter. I might even make it a thought once I've destroyed Mya Gahan for good. But right now, my only thought is doing the one thing Mya hasn't done to me, and that is to humiliate, degrade and utterly destroy everything that she is. Just beating her a couple of times isn't good enough for me. I need something more.

Velvet Sky thinks for a minute at how she can make what she just said a reality. A smile creeps across her face.

Velvet Sky: I know just the thing.

Velvet Sky then hurries off as the camera pans back to Christy, who has a confused look on her face.

[❤Rose❤]

A not very happy is storming to her locker room, followed by JJ and Laura Jackson. The two try to stop her, but she only turns around and yells at them.

~Amanda~
God damn ..juz leave me alone. Please, I really need some time …

Both of them look at her, pretty puzzled now and also shocked, but they go away without bothering her. Now Amanda leans against a wall and sighs.

~Amanda~
God damn, Fuck, why do I get forced to see how they kill each other? Fuck, that sux. At the moment I really don’t know what I want and what I shall do. I love Laura, but in some way I like JJ too and I don’t wanna see any of them getting hurt.

She punches against the wall and then she sinks down. Now she sits there with her back against the wall and covers her eyes. As she thinks about the match at the PPV and noe she’s really sad and also pissed.

~Amanda~
Shit, nobody locks me in a cage without me wanting it. I’m no fucken price, I’m the Goddess and these motherfuckers have to treat me like a Goddess. Damn, that really sucks so much. And I also can’t decide how it goes on with our love triangle. I like them both and I don’t wanna hurt any of them, but I also won’t allow that te winner gets me. I’m the one who makes the decisions and if I don’t do it then they have to live with it. Nobody can force me …

Now Amanda jumps up. She is still in rage, but slowly she comes to a conclusion of her problem.

~Amanda~
Well, if they really want such a match then they can have it, but I will take care that they all will get a nice lil surprise.

The dark haired girl laughs out and then she walks off, not turning back anymore.

[Kayda Erikson]

A camera crew catches up with AJ Styles as he comes through the curtain to the backstage area.

AJ Styles: What the hell what was that, you may ask? That was just a little taste of what you can expect to see at Slammiversary this year. Carnage, Joel Hall, Andre Holmes and The Phenomenal One will be continuing this little party in a TLC Fatal 4 Way match. That means that I've got tables, ladders, and chairs to use to my advantage.

AJ walks over to a table which has been set up, and stands near it while he speaks.

AJ Styles: Carnage, you call yourself the "Hardcore Monster." You say that you like to cause pain and devastation to your opponents. And now these last few weeks you've been running your mouth about making a statement around here? All you've done is talk!

AJ sits on the table.

AJ Styles: If you don't remember, Carnage, I put you through one of these last week. You were lying there surrounded by broken table parts. I made my statement, and I'll continue to make it at Slammiversary when I once again beat you.

AJ gets up off the table, and continues walking until he sees a ladder leaning against the wall.

AJ Styles: Joel Hall, you've challenged my passion from the moment the ink dried on my contract here in GZWA. My passion goes far behind what you think you know of me.

AJ sets up the ladder and starts climbing a few rungs up.

AJ Styles: Up here is where I feel the most comfortable. High above the ring, with nothing to lose and everything to gain. You need a lot more than passion to get where I've been and where I will be once again. You'll soon find that out, Joel.

AJ jumps down from the ladder, and makes his way over to a chair. He sits down and continues.

AJ Styles: Last but not least, we have Andre Holmes. I don't know much about you, as we haven't had the honor of working together yet but you'll know soon enough when you step in the ring with The Phenomenal One.

AJ takes a look at the chair, then looks back at the camera. He stands up and then starts walking away as the camera fades to black.

[Tia Brooks]

Walking around backstage in just her underwear, Emmagrace is stopped by ReAction.

ReAction: Emmagrace, you must be crazy walking around here like this. Did you forget where the locker room is?

"Ha, crazy! That I may be, but I am actually looking for the seamstress. She has my outfit ready for Slammiversary and I need to go try it on."

ReAction: Well before you do, could you tell us your plans for Slammiversary?

"I'll sum it up in one word actually, DESTROY!" What better way to do it than a No Holds Barred match. Once Slammiversary comes, I can finally move on to the next chapter in my life. I am ready to find my next victim. This crazy train isn't going to stop so stay tuned."

[Tia Brooks]

ReAction is looking for GZWA Women's Champion Tia Brooks and decides to knock on the Diva Locker Room door. "Come in!" Tia Brooks is finishing up changing into her normal clothes.

ReAction: Tia, how did you feel about Katie's choice for your opponent tonight?

"Marina, well let me say that I think it was a low blow for Katie to sacrifice her valet like that. If I was her, I would leave Katie high and dry, that poor girl. Oh and by the way, I heard about what Velvet Sky had to say about her being a punching bag. Well Velvet, you got me all wrong. I was trying to give you an opportunity to show what you got and to prove that you are worthy for a future title shot. But team crazy seemed to mess up your chances. I am very sorry that happened and it wasn't my fault, but all I can say is that you will eventually get your shot."

ReAction: Now that the Pick Your Poison match is out of the way, are you ready for the big match coming up at Slammiversary?

"I am beyond ready. As a matter of fact, that is all I am thinking of right now. But there is something else that is kinda on my mind as well and that is the return of Lise Starr. This is someone who have started off as a friend, but then became very furious with me once I won the championship. I am going to be honest like I alway am and say that I hope she beats Kristal Heart. I mean there is nothing against Kristal, but I would really like to take Lise on in a championship match. Once I beat Katie and she is the least of my problems, maybe just maybe this dream match could happen. But if I do happen to lose the GZWA Women's Championship, I do have a Plan B in the works. Good luck Lise and see you at Slammiversary Katie."

[Deleted]

Katie has her arms raised above her head as she looks at the camera in her "Interview Room".

Katie As you may have saw, The Blackbird remains undefeated once again, and another body is added to the pile.

Haven't you already been defeated twice before?

Katie: Shut the fuck up. I am undefeated, I have always been undefeated, and always will be undefeated. I was robbed of those matches by a beautiful ogre. You would do best to stay on topic, or I'll have to re-introduce you to my boot.

Katie raises her leg, just missing the camera this time. The cameraman gulps.

What is your opinion on Tia Brook's selected opponent for you?

Katie: To be honest I expected a bit more of a challenge, but respect to that crazy Gahan person for making that much easier/ The match would have been the same length regardless, but still.

And what made you choose your own valet Marina Preysler as your selected opponent?

Katie: Three simple reasons. One, Marina's never been in a match before, and needed to be humble. Two, I wanted Tia to have an easy challenge this week so she can't use a flower pot excuse for me defeating her this time. And three, I couldn't be arsed asking any other of the weaklings here to do it for me, so I just got Marina to do it.

Would you say you are prepared for Slammiversary?

Katie: I was unaware we moved to TNA. Good job naming that one, boss. Good job indeed. Anyways, I don't exactly have much to be prepared for, what's the worst Tia could do to me? Engulf me with that massive rectum? Yeah, mate I'm going to be fine.

Do you have any closing words?

Katie: Yes I do, to Mr Carter...

Katie does a whack off gesture with her hands while chuckling.

Katie: How did you like that ball twang, mate? I made sure to wear my MMA gloves when I did it...

[Molly Holly]

The scene opens up to the backstage hallway. As the scene gets into focus, we see that the ReAction crew is chasing down Porscha, who is running away and laughing.

Reaction: Porscha, pleeeeease come here! We have a few questions for you regarding Mei Long and Molly Holly!

Porscha literally stops in a millisecond, and slowly turns around, suddenly angry at the mention of the two names that have plagued her for the past few months: Mei Long and Molly Holly.



Porscha: Why can't those bitches leave me alone?! It's bad enough I have to deal with scum like them inside of the ring, but now people are questioning me about them? God damn! Make it quick.

Porscha pouts, and puts her hands on her hips, obviously unhappy

Reaction: We haven't gotten to hear from you in a while, so tell the GZWA Universe: how are you feeling about this grudge match?

Porscha: I know for a fact that I'm going to terminate Mei Long and end her crappy run here. With my wonderful fans cheering me on, I'm unstoppable! Well, I'm always unstoppable, but now Mei Long should be really afraid. Oh, and speaking of my wonderful fans, I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE you with all of my heart! You guys have made me what I am today! A respectable and strong woman, inside and out of the ring.

Porscha cocks her head and smiles an eery smile. There's an awkward pause, and the ReAction crew continues.

ReAction: But how do you feel about Molly being the referee? Do you think that she'll try and stop you from winning?

Porscha: Miss Molly Holly prides herself on being this fair and honest individual. She carries herself with confidence, and treats pretty much everyone with respect. You'd think she was a saint! But she doesn't treat me, or Mya or Emmagrace with respect. We're beneath her for some stupid reason that I don't get. BUT, if she's this honest person she's always bragging about, she'll call the match fair-and-square, and raise MY hand in the end.

ReAction: Porscha, you've been on a losing streak as of late. Why is this?

Porscha: Why am I on a losing streak? Because the past few weeks, Mya has been using me to get her out of harms way. And even this week, I was used for the same reason. Emmagrace has her match with Bobbi, and Mya has her match against Velvet. With that being said, there will be no Mya or no Emmagrace to hold me back from what I want: victory! I'm going to end that losing streak, and close this "Mei Long/Molly Holly" Chapter in my life. I want bigger and better things. I want a shot at the GZWA Women's Championship. I want to shove it in the faces of all the people who thought I couldn't become champion. Plus, it'll prove to all the girls backstage that I am better than all of them.

ReAction: Porscha, you're talking as if you've already won your shot at the championship... In fact you haven't really done anything! As we said before, you've been on a horrible losing streak!

Porscha's face shifts into a cold stare.

Porscha: You know what? This interview is FINISHED.

Instead of walking away from the camera crew, Porscha lunges for the camera, but misses. The scene shifts as the camera mant urns around and we hear Porscha screaming in the background before the scene quickly fades to black.

[cool2100]

The returning Kristal Heart is shown backstage, looking at GZWA's latest magazine. She notices the camera man and smiles.

"Before you ask me anything, I would like to show you a centerfold of Lise Starr..."

Kristal holds up the picture of Lise, though it's been drawn on. Lise's 'new' face has a resemblance of the Joker's makeup.

"This here ladies and gentlemen is what I call the 'Crying Bitch'. All she cries over not getting what she wants and basically does nothing. She thinks she deserves a title shot? Honey even Kelly Kelly from WWE is a better wrestler than you, which is saying alot. I've been watching GZWA recently and to be honest, you come off as an annoying, unclassier version of Paris Hilton and quite frankly, I hate people like you. So this Sunday I cannot wait to put you in your misery and shut you up."

[brocklesnar]

Brock Lesnar walks into an interviewer.

Brock how do you feel about what Big Show just did to you?

Brock: I feel great its Big Show I'm worried about. He can't take the truth when someone says it to him.

Is there anything you would like to say to Big Show?

Brock: Yes, I would. Face me like a man. Don't hide behind your fatness. Just you and me one on one. No rules. No referees. No nothing. Just you and me No Disqualifications. You and me in a ring. You pick the place the time. I don't care if its a horribly hyped match or the main event. Come out and face me like a man. Are you a coward or the beast that you claim you are.

After saying that Brock Lesnar walks out of the arena.

[princesslove]

The theme song for Primetime can be heard loud and clear in the backstage area as the show is preparing to close off after a brilliant dark match. All the wrestlers begin to head to their locker rooms for some much needed rest and relaxation. Lights dim, and everything seems a little more tense...the animosity is immense. Rivalries are beginning to reach their peaks as the anniversary show...or rather, Slammiversary...creeps near. It's time to put all the cards on the table. It's time to put up or shut up. But for Omega, he's been proving his worth as champion since day one, and Slammiversary will not be any different for him. His intent...his promise...is to keep his title for as long as possible.

Omega rubs the trickling blood from his nose. His grin could not get any bigger. His breathing is heavy, sweat makes his long hair all wet. He shakes it off. He could not be in a better mood. Not even the interviewer that slowly heads towards him could piss him off...though he never liked interviews. He felt that bragging rights were definitely in order. He's on full momentum and he cannot be stopped...

The interviewer, revealed to be The "Rockin Redhead" Christy Hemme finally reaches him, one microphone in hand; the GZWA logo printed on it. Omega takes this as cue to stop his path to his "dark chambers"...his locker room. He spits on the floor. The toothy grin can still be seen, like it's permanently stuck on his face. He looks over at Hemme, giving her a flirtatious look; bringing her in, and letting her get comfortable. She doesn't mind much at all; she even smiles back while she cues the camera to begin filming the interview to come. No words were exchanged at all; Omega was just great at reading minds.

*START TRANSMISSION*

The scene begins with the camera focused on the beautiful smile on the wonderful Rockin Redhead, Christy Hemme. Mic raised, comfortably posed, she's ready to begin this.

"Good evening, Ground Zero! Christy Hemme reporting here in the backstage area, and we're continuing hot off the heels of the latest edition of Primetime! With me at this time is none other than the GZWA World Heavyweight Champion himself...the self-proclaimed God of Ground Zero...Omega!"

The camera then pans to Omega. An audible boo is heard from the live audience, who watches this transmission from their seats in the arena. He doesn't care; he can't even hear much of them. The smile turns into a casual smirk as the camera zooms out to put both Omega and Christy on screen. Christy once again raises the mic to her lips.

"Alright Omega, let's cut to the chase. What are your feelings going into Slammiversary? How do you feel knowing that it's almost certain Alkertraz and Rob Van Dam are not going to be a hundred percent at the Pay-Per-View?"

Omega interrupts abruptly, taking the microphone from Christy, but not in an aggressive manner.

"Heh...before we 'cut to the chase' or so you say...I'd like to shout out a certain someone before I forget. Francine. I know you're somewhere around this god-forsaken area. I know you can hear me. I just wanna say thank you. I've been watching past shows...taking in the carnage and the Hell I've brought onto those ignorant fucks Alkertraz and RVD...and you've been so supportive. For weeks now. You are one of the only people that actually shows me some RESPECT...the RESPECT that I've deserved ever since coming here and ever since I've become the World...Heavyweight...Champion. So to that, I say...thanks."

Omega takes time to pause, spitting on the floor again. Crowd boos even more, trying to get to him. He pays no attention. The smirk on his face lightens up some more, as he looks around with blood-red eyes. He raises his breath, and begins to speak once more.

"Now, with that being said...let's move onto your point, Christy. You see...wait, wait, wait. Let's do this. For the benefit of those who didn't see it, due to some unforeseen circumstance...I just put RVD and Alkertraz over the fucking stage after yet ANOTHER failed attempt to ambush me and take me out for good. You should've fucking seen it. What a spectacle it was, as their bodies literally flew off the side of the stage. As they crashed onto splintering wood. The tables breaking into pieces of sharp oak. And finally, their exhausted bodies not only feeling the sharp pain of the tables...not to mention, the steel legs that accompany them...but once again, they were forced to lay in defeat once more, at the hands of their God. Oh, how sweet my victory is, is it not!? And I hope, to all that is fucking good, that they crashed in as uncomfortable and as mangled as all fucking possible...now THAT...would truly be a sight to see. But whatever. A victory is a victory, and I have achieved just that for...what is it, like the third week in a row? I don't keep count, but what I'm saying is...you just can't beat me. NOBODY can beat me. And as soon as I face the jaws of defeat, I will always have instinct enough to take those jaws, break them, and throw you in there! You're fucking cursed with that same fate...over...and over."

Christy looks on in amazement as Omega takes yet another breather, thinking his words through simultaneously. He chuckles to himself.

"But the thing is, their fate...they've ignored it. They've continued to ignore it. But now...how does it feel? How does it FUCKING FEEL, RVD, ALKERTRAZ, KNOWING THAT YOU CAN'T ESCAPE YOUR FATE!? HOW DOES IS FEEL KNOWING THAT YOU WERE JUST TOO STUPID, AND YOU CONTINUE TO BE JUST AS STUPID CONTINUING TO COME AT ME, THINKING YOU HAVE A CHANCE!? WELL TRUTH IS...YOU DON'T, NOT NOW, NOT IN THE PAST, AND NO TIME IN YOUR FUTURE, SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST GIVE UP WHERE YOU STAND; GIVE UP WHILE YOU'RE AHEAD BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER TAKE THIS! YOU WILL NEVER BEAT ME, YOU WILL NEVER ACCOMPLISH SHIT AS LONG AS YOU CONTINUE TO FACE ME WITH YOUR 'HIGH HOPES' AND YOUR 'DETERMINATION'. DETERMINATION MEANS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING...TO A GOD!"

Calm.

"...My words won't phase you, will they? You will continue to come after me. You will continue to do the same old shit that has been your complete and utter downfall for WEEKS now. And I'm sorry to say, but your Hell doesn't end...it won't end until you heed these words: LEAVE. MY. SIGHT. Get out of my territory. Take your Number One Contendership spots and throw them in the dirt. Leave them for someone that actually deserves to stand at my level. One that I actually fear and respect, because...I don't fear you. I don't RESPECT you. I never will, because all you two are to me are a bunch of ambushing, double-teaming, cowardly punks that can't do anything to me without having each other by your side...or having some other secondary help. And yes, I mean you, Chyna. And I could never respect someone who tries to take down their God. Can't happen."

"What you said, Christy, about them not being one hundred percent at the Pay-Per-View...that got to me. You're partially right. They're NOT gonna be one hundred percent...but what they also failed to realize...was that they were NEVER at one hundred percent as soon as they decided to come after me. Their chances were never there. This championship that I hoist around my shoulder...it's no prized possession. I don't hold it just because. This is my life that I'm holding onto. This is my lucky charm...this is the reason I've destroyed everything that you had going into this match...Alkertraz...and RVD. You've lost it forever. And we're nearing the final step. You can't get it back. It creeps closer. Day by fucking day. It scares you, doesn't it? Knowing that you have nothing to save you now. No Chynas, no Kanes, no ambuses, no catching off guard with chairs, no trying to toss me off the edge. I'm prepared now, for anything, and I bet it fucking scares you. This is the Hell I was talking about. This is the Hell I've promised for so long to deliver to you. And this is the Hell that will make me retain my title...my THRONE, as THE GOD OF GROUND ZERO!"

Omega pushes the microphone into Christy's breasts, forcing her to grab a hold of it. She jumps a little as The Demonic Angel walks away from the scene. The camera pans back to Christy, who is a still taken aback.

"Um...well, uh, you've heard it here first, guys! Christy Hemme, out!"

The camera cuts.

*END TRANSMISSION*

[Alkertraz]

The thousands in attendance who have all stayed waiting behind to see everyone’s response in Primetime’s Reaction zone all look on to the Titontron in the arena. Omega finishes up giving his reaction. Boo’s echo like a Corus throughout, without a single person letting up on the jeers. They slide from his back with no concern what so ever and if with anything a satisfied smile on his face basking in it. It was as though he could switch off to the hatred of the crowd or that the hate would as easily deflect like he was bullet proof. To say the thousands in attendance had no effect would be an understatement. As Omega walks from the Reaction Zone GZWA official cameras span throughout the crowds as they all begin cheering trying to get on TV, throwing signs in the air trying to be noticed. The camera continues panning until it reaches back to the gorilla position.

A lot of commotion is heard just off to the side of the run way as the cameraman reaches where the uproar is taking place countless table’s decimated and all contorted with shards and pieces masking the concrete below. Alkertraz is only recognisable by his head poking out from the rubble, as he comes back to consciousness he begins to move the debris from on top of him. Alkertraz gradually gains a vertical base, clearly still groggy he tries to gain his bearings. Looking to the lights above he raises his arm guarding his eyes from there brightness. As all this is being shown over the Titontron the thousands in attendance begin to cheer and clap. Alkertraz signals for a microphone from the GZWA staff, he then makes his way back onto the gorilla position. As he receives the microphone he rubs his eyes then shakes his head trying to get back in the game.

Alkertraz - Damn that sucked!...

The crowd laugh and cheer. Alkertraz wipes dust from his shoulder and takes a deep breath still not feeling totally 100%. Winding his neck relaxing it he raises the mic.

Alkertraz - A no contest?, I mean come on, what does that mean, that the referee clearly couldn’t do the job he was paid for, the reason he’s required in the first place, to control the damn match. And I use “control” in the lightest possible way because it was damn chaos. If a bomb hit there would have been less disorganisation and havoc. Fair enough you got eight men praying just to be in the same facility, just to be in arms length of each other for the chance to tear each others heads from body’s but else would you expect?... Should of made the match a no DQ falls count anywhere and be done with it!... And let’s face it where I ended up wasn’t to cosy, if it was a tables match I would have lost it hands down. But no we all got to slap the taste outta each others mouths for half an hour!. And granted although it was satisfying to every degree it achieved absolutely nothing!. And surprise of the night Omega’s first instinct is to haul his funky ass from every human in existence he possible could. If he escaped oxygen to avoid me I wouldn’t think it was out of character!...

Alkertraz looks to the Titontron pointing with intent, referencing to where Omega just was giving his Reaction.

Alkertraz - He stays silent for weeks or God knows how long on end ONLY to come out the gates like freaking Seabiscuit. He’s gums start flapping ten to the dozen spitting all over the damn place like he’s been taking speech lessons from Sgt Slaughter. Yapping away like he’s got something important to say all a sudden. Some would speculate or maybe call it damn “coincidence” that now the day and the card’s been set. Now he see’s he’s obligated to FINALLY put the title on the line, he now decides to show face. Starts preaching like we all give a damn what drivel he has to announce, like he’s back in his glory days blowing his own trumpet, cause let’s face it no one else will!... And you might think I was out for the count down there because of the fall and the impact with the tables but truth be told I was put to sleep because of how boring and how much nonsense was coming from Omega’s mouth.

The crowd laugh again at Omega’s expense. Alkertraz begins to pace the gorilla position before continuing.

Alkertraz - Respect is earned, respect is what you get when respect is given but when I walk into this company and a man stands at the top of the ladder looking down on me spitting from the rafters trying to hit me on the head smiling away like it’s a sport and then trying to make me slip on it, hindering my progress within this business. I then don’t think to myself mmm, here’s a man I can look up to, a superstar distinguished that has earned everything he is and stands for, and if anything deserves respect!... NA AHH!!!!... You must have calculated the situation all wrong or miss measured exactly who in the damn hell I am!. You can’t approach me like something you would dispose of if it was on the bottom of your shoe. NO!... I am your number one contender and your will account for that accordingly. I have a signed contract that states in small print that I’ve just made up for metaphor sake that I get to have my way with you and I sure don’t mean pulling your trousers down and spanking you in front of all these fans. Although after I’m finished with you Omega your gonna rather wish I had!...

Alkertraz stops on the spot and goes instantly into deep thought, looking to the steel below pondering. As the camera zooms in on his face Alkertraz looks like his brains going ten to the dozen, analyzing everything. Deliberating every situation and scenario even questioning himself. The camera slowly zooms back out.

Alkertraz - Wait, wait, WAIT!... You really think I’m trying to escape my fate Omega?, I mean you really believe for one second that I’m evading my FATE?... Your forever questioning my ways and looking to me like I don’t have the minerals to deliver when the time presents itself?. I don’t know, you know?!. Maybe your right, what if your right?. I mean, have I thought this all through?, do I fully understand the obligations, the implications of my actions?. Fully comprehend what I’m getting myself into?. Maybe I’ve just been kidding myself all along…

Maybe I should listen and take note, maybe deviating from all I have ever known is the way forward, I mean, what was I thinking?. Number one contender? How dare I sign such a contract that allows me such an opportunity to become thee top wrestler in the business today. Who am I, thinking I could be THAT man!. The man on the face of the magazines, a story about me on the centre pages, the man with the face on the programmes, on the merchandise. Having a boy’s favourite One112Twelve sign printed T-shirt sitting in the front row. The man with the name on the lips of all the adoring fans, the man to be mobbed in the streets and shopping malls for an autograph… Who am I to think I could be the man to peak at his career and professional best and able to challenge any human within existence to the best match you could possible lay eyes on and go down in the history books. The man to even become a legend?!...

I GOT NEWS FOR YOU OMEGA!!... I AM THAT MAN!!!!!!!...

Alkertraz throws the microphone towards a staff member who just catches it. His music hit’s over the PA System, the thousands in attendance erupt as Alkertraz makes his way backstage. GZWA goes to a short commercial break.

[Justice]

The ReAction camera hears voices coming from the office of the co-owners. After poking through the door, we see Justice talking to a man off-camera.




Now Justice, I know you've been feeling more like an ornament than an actual owner, but let me teach you how booking works.

Justice laughs out loud.

You? Teach moi how to book? You, with your Harvard education and your business degree? You who have never set foot in a wrestling ring? I bet that you think you can book simply because you watch the shows every week since you were 10 years old and assume you understand what is going on. Bollocks! You are even a member of some e-fed on the internet I'll wager.

But you booked a match at arguably the biggest pay-per-view of the year as a re-match of a match that we have already seen for free on Primetime!

What do you think the people will want to see? When Chyna arises, there will be only one thought on her mind: Revenge. I would even go so far as to say that this is the most anticipated match on the card. Everyone wants to see the "Age of Voluptuousness" make "The Entourage" our motarboating... uhhh.....

You and Chyna are a team now?

Bloody hell no! You do not find Chyna voluptuous? I have a feeling that a large number of male fans would disagree vehemently.

What makes you so sure that you can get the job done? You two were able to work together once. You two don't really like each other much.

We cannot stand the sight of each other. It goes all the way back to our time in WWF. My lack of respect for the business at the time, rumors of Jean Paul shagging me while they were together, others in the locker room fabricating quotes from me about her, all of that is true. What is also true, Chyna was one of the first to recognize that I was being truthful when I changed my "diva" ways. We have a lot of history, her and I, and it is that history that will see us through.

A doubtful groan is heard. Justice merely smiles.

Imagine it. No more braying hyena in the stockholder's meetings, no more discontent, stock prices rising.... Chyna and I will make that happen at Slammiversary. All you need to do is make sure that 2 things come to pass: 1, that the match is presented as advertised and 2, that "Un-Sensational" Mary is at ringside. If I have to chase her slapper behind to finish this, I shall be severely put out.

Justice smiles evilly as she walks behind the door and out of view.

[Chyna]

Chyna was fuming. That bitch Madison was sooo going to get hers. Chyna was already plotting many evil things while throwing pie out of her hair and face. Matt had mad a BIG mistake now. Grabbing a twol she was trying her best to get the crap off her when the camera is shoved into her face. "Chyna....Justice has just called for a Re-match of last week with you two working together. With the shaded and mostly hated past do you have anything to comment?"This was the first Chyna was hearing of it. But the smile on her face could only be called evil her eyes burning with hatred locks on the Camera."You dont say.....Oh yeah. I got something to say alright....Justice....i may not be able to stand you cause of our past.....But I OWE you one.....I cant wait to ripe these too assholes a new hole. I will see you in the ring....and Matt.....Madison.....prepare....to....DIE!"Slaming her fist into the camera the picture fades into black as you hear men being thrown into walls as Chyna begins to laugh.

[❀ℋine 'ea❀]

In the backstage hallway, the camera crew rush into the scene to interview the superstars and divas. At an instant, three girls came into the scene from the ramp to backstage. One of them was dressed in black athletic attire, and a satisfied expression to match; The Beautiful Dragon. A female interviewer rushed towards her with the microphone.

ReAction: Hi, Mei Long. Nice match out there with your partners.



Mei Long: Thank you, I'm honored.

ReAction: You have quite a good record here since your arrival. How do you do it?

Mei Long: Training and dedication, just like everyone else here. I work as hard as I can to keep a name for myself here.

ReAction: Well, there is one that doesn't feel that way. Is there anything you would like to say about your rival?

Mei Long's smile changed to a look of slight confusion, even though she predicted who the interviewer might have been referring to. She just needed to hear it from the woman's mouth.

Mei Long: Rival?

ReAction: Porscha, perhaps. You are the subject of the day in her mind.

Mei Long: I honestly don't know what her issue is with me. Obsessive, maybe? But I'll tell you one thing.

ReAction: What is that?

Mei Long: She's really gullible. I'm looking forward to playing with her emotions.

ReAction: Well, you be looking forward to that against her in a Grudge match with Molly Holly as guest referee.

Mei Long: I'll be ready for that match.

ReAction : Well thank you for your time in getting interviewed.

Mei Long: Gladly.