{As GXW Commissioner Robert Drake comes into the scene he continues to walk down the hallway in the back, but when he turns the corner he walks right into Co-Owner Erik Zieba.}

RD:  Mr. Zieba.  How ya doing tonight?

EZ:  Ah Mr. Drake.  Just the man I've been looking for.

RD:  Oh really?  Well then what's up?

EZ:  I need for you to make a slight change to the card.

RD:  No problem.  You're a Co-Owner so I suppose there is no problem now is there?

{As they head off down the hallway the camera cuts back to the announcer's table.}


GM: What was that all about?

JG: You're asking me?

GM: I don't trust Zieba at all. And you won't either once you've worked for him a while.

JG:  That remains to be seen. Up next, Fatal Destiny will take on Twin Phoenix. These two teams have met before in an EWI PPV and, from what I understand, there is no love what so ever between these two teams.

GM:  Hey I got to see that match and, as everyone knows, I can never pass up a good kitty cat fight!

JG:  That is just like you to say stuff like that.  Brett Sanders warned me about you.

GM:  Go stuff a stocking!

JG:  I'm getting word from the back that ... oh you've got to be kidding!

GM:  What?

JG:  GXW Commissioner Robert Drake has just ordered this tag team match to be an EXTREME Tag Team Match!

GM:  OH HELL YES!

JG:  Not only that, but the one who gets the win, the woman who wins for their team, will be declared the NEW GXW Woman's Champion!

GM:  WHAT?  Are you kidding?  We're gonna have a women's division in GXW also?  DAMN!


Twin Phoenix
Combined Weight: 265 lbs.
"Rhythm of the Heart" - Peter Gabriel
Fatal Destiny
Combined Weight: 270 lbs.
"Erotica" - Madonna

"Rhythm of the Heat" By Peter Gabriel cues up as Twin Phoenix hits the stage, quickly making their way to the ring. Almost as soon as they make it there, “Erotica” by Madonna cues up, "Risqué" Roseanne Fairhurst and Miso sprinting down the ramp to meet Twin Phoenix.

JG: ‘Fatal Destiny’ in a hurry to meet Twin Phoneix.

GM: Who wouldn’t be?

JG: Quiet, you.

The two teams exchange blows for a while, Miso gaining the upper hand over Yeh Shen Li, delivering a spinning heel kick. Yeh Shen flies into the corner, Miso climbing up the ropes. As Miso sets up a tornado DDT from the top turnbuckle, Yeh Shen suddenly throws her off, sending Miso flying into Fairhurst, who’s been punishing Trynyty Wang with a flurry of punches. Both women roll out of the ring, leaving Twin Phoenix in the ring to recover.

JG: I’m not sure what Miso and Fairhurst are up to…

GM: They’re coming to see me!

JG: Doubtful.

Fatal Destiny stands near the announce table, exchanging comments as they watch Twin Phoenix mount the nearest turnbuckle together, jumping to the outside, each woman looking to hit a diving spear. As they jump, both women of Fatal Destiny grab chairs, swinging them to meet Twin Phoenix as the dive. Both members of Twin Phoenix crumple to the concrete, bleeding slightly.

GM: OUCH!

JG: Agreed.

Miso rolls into the ring. Tossing the chair aside, she mounts the top rope, flying off the turnbuckle with a moonsault directly onto Trynyty Wang. She lands with a sickening thud, both women staying down as Fairhurst tosses Yeh Shen into the ring. Yeh Shen almost immediately recovers, hitting Fairhurst with a scissor kick as she enters the ring once again.

JG: Twin Phoenix finally manages to get some offense in.

Fairhurst goes down, but not for long. She’s up as quickly as she went down, eating a martial arts kick. Roseanne Fairhurst stands near the center of the ring, dazed, as Yeh Shen runs to the ropes, looking for a bulldog on the rebound. As she bounces back, the now recovered Miso rolls into the ring, spearing Yeh Shen before she reaches Fairhurst.

JG: Great move by Miso.

GM: Everything done by these two is great.

Trynyty Wang slowly get to her feet, shaking the cobwebs out as she hobbles over tot he ring, pulling herself inside. She gets back up to speed once inside, however, sending a flurry of punches and martial arts kicks into Miso, without a glance at Fairhurst. “Risqué” Roseanne grips Trynyty by the hair, tossing her across the ring by it.

GM: She’ll feel that in the morning.

JG: I’d wager she’s feeling it right now, Gary.

Yeh Shen leaps to her feet, picking up where her sister left of, sending a dropkick Miso’s way. Fairhurst busies herself with Trynyty, slamming the Twin Phoenix member’s head into the steel steps. Miso grabs Yeh Shen’s feet as she attempts to dropkick her, throwing her legs away, sending Yeh Shen to the mat. Miso immediately runs to the ropes, bouncing off with a lionsault directly onto Yeh Shen. The ref drops down to count, declaring Fatal Destiny the winner and Miso the NEW GXW Women’s Champion after a quick 3 count.

JG: And MISO our NEW Women’s champion!

Winners: Fatal Destiny (Miso becomes GXW Women's champion)


JG: Fatal Destiny win the match and Miso has become the first-ever GXW Women's champion as a result of getting the pinfall!

GM: Damn, I can't believe we've got a Women's champion now.

JG: The times they are a-changin', Garrett.

GM: You can say that again...but don't.

JG: Alrighty. Instead, I'll take us to our next match. Ash will take on Keith Rotten to determine GXW's X-treme champion. Who's your favorite in this match?

GM: Ash. Plain and simple, the man is an ass-kicker beyond compare. The sad thing is that he's almost above the X-treme title at this point.

JG: Many have said that he's a World champion in the making, that's true. But let's find out who can and will leave as the X-treme champion.


X-treme Title Match
Double Table Rules

"The Clash" Keith Rotten
6'3", 237 lbs.
Manchester, England
"Anarchy in the U.K." - Sex Pistols
Ash
6'2", 307 lbs.
Detroit, MI
"Break Stuff" - Limp Bizkit

{Metallica's "Thorn Within" plays over the loudspeakers as GXW Commissioner Robert Drake strides out from backstage, a stage microphone in his hand. He raises a hand for the masses to quiet, and then he speaks.}

RD: Well I think we’ve kept Ash and Keith Rotten sweating long enough. As you all know, up next is the X-Treme Title Unification Match. A lot of rumors have been floating around tonight. Maybe a First Blood match?

The fans cheer.

RD: Maybe...maybe a Strap Match?

The fans cheer, getting more excited with Drake’s every word.

RD: Maybe...a Table Match.

The crowd explodes into chanting and cavorting.

RD: Well you see, if you said a Table Match, you’re half right. Up next, for the X-Treme Title, Keith Rotten and Ash will compete in...A DOUBLE TABLE MATCH! That’s right, the first man to go through two tables LOSES. Enjoy.

JG: What an announcement from our Commissioner! A Double Table Match!

GM: Alright! Let’s see some carnage!

The harsh opening chords of "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit cues up as Ash appears at the top of the ramp, slinging the NthWA Brass Knucks Title above his head as the fans cheer.

JG: And here comes Ash, ladies and gentlemen, The Nth Wrestling Alliance’s Brass Knucks Champion!

GM: You can’t help but give Ash some credit. A lot of guys out there talk big, but Ash...Ash IS big.

As Ash tosses the Nth belt to the timekeeper outside the ring, "Anarchy In The UK" by The Sex Pistols cues up, Keith Rotten slowly walking down the ramp with the EWI Intercontinental Belt strapped across his waist. As Rotten hands his belt to the timekeeper, Ash comes out of nowhere, spearing Rotten into the ring barricade, knocking it several feet back.

GM: Jesus! Did the bell even ring?

JG: You wanna go tell Ash he jumped the gun?

GM: ...

JG: Thank you.

Ash ruthlessly blasts fist after fist into Rotten’s face as Ash kneels across Rotten’s throat against the barrier. Eventually, Ash gets bored and gets off Rotten, moving to the ring to pull out a table, but Rotten, making a quick recovery, sneaks up behind Ash and waffles him over the head with the timekeeper’s steel chair!

JG: Listen to the sickening thud that chair shot made against Ash’s skull!

GM: Ash’s bald skull, might I add.

JG: A stickler for details, I see.

Ash staggers, stumbling about the ringside area, but doesn’t fall down. Rotten leaps up onto the ring steps and flies off with a double axe handle on the back of Ash’s neck, crumpling the big man to the concrete. Rotten kicks Ash in the stomach before yanking a table out from under the ring and tossing it over the ropes into the ring.

GM: My god, could this match actually go into the ring?

Rotten grabs Ash by the head and tries to throw him into the ring, but doesn’t give way, instead grabs Rotten around the waist, lifts him up and charges into the ring post, nearly breaking the Englishman in half. He then proceeds to lift Keith up into a vertical suplex position, but instead throws him into the ring to land on his head.

JG: And so far, the Brass Knucks Champion is dominating Keith Rotten!

GM: NthWA! NthWA!

Ash steps up onto the apron, about to enter the ring when Rotten gets a second wind and throws Ash into the ring forcefully with a snapmare, following up with a leg drop across his throat. After laying the boots to Ash for a moment he moves to the table and sets it up near the ring post. He drags Ash over to the turnbuckles and forces him up onto them. Rotten follows Ash up and tries to superplex the Brass Knucks Champion off, but Ash fights back, shoving Rotten off!

GM: It backfired! Now Rotten’s going to go through the table!

Rotten’s head collides with the edge of the table, making a large dent, but the table doesn’t break. Ash merely looks down and shakes his head.

JG: Is that a smile on Ash’s face?

GM: What’d you expect? He likes this crap!

Ash stands up straight on the top turnbuckle and then flies off with a massive leg drop onto Rotten that shakes the very ring. He jerks the Intercontinental Champion to his feet and then whips him to the ropes, looking to catch him on the rebound with a powerslam through the table, but Rotten manages to float over Ash’s shoulder, narrowly missing the table. He drives a fist into the small of Ash’s back, then swiftly spins him around and nails a snap suplex, sending Ash straight through the splintering table!

JG: And Rotten gets the first table! If he puts Ash through another one, he wins!

GM: I admit, things don’t look good for the—holy Jesus, is Ash already up?

Rotten celebrates by berating the fans on the front row. Little does he know that Ash has already gotten to his feet, smirking at the EWI Champion. As Rotten turns back around to check on Ash, he is met with a sidekick to the face, sending Rotten sprawling over the top rope and to the concrete below.

JG: Talk about a fast recovery!

Ash rolls out of the ring, picking up the chair that Rotten had used on him earlier. He turns it around in his hands several times, almost admiring it before he lets loose a primal scream, bringing the chair crashing down into Rotten over and over and over until it is nothing but a twisted scrap of metal.

GM: This is brutal! Ash is gonna kill him!

Ash jerks a table out from under the ring propping it up against the ring steps diagonally. As he makes a few adjustments on the orientation of the table, Rotten gets up behind him and drives a fist into Ash’s groin, causing him to crumple over.

JG & GM: Ouch

Rotten nails a few punches before grabbing Ash by the arm and attempting to irish whip Ash into the table for the victory, but Ash reverses, sending Rotten whipping toward the table! But Rotten manages to stop mere inches from collision, waving his arms for balance. Ash smirks once more before driving a massive drop kick into Rotten’s back, sending the IC champ through the table and into the steel ring steps beyond!

JG: And Ash is back in the game! It could go either way now, ladies and gentlemen! First one to be put through a table is the LOSER!

Ash jerks Rotten from the wreckage and sneers at him, the Englishman’s head covered in blood. Ash lets Rotten slump to the ground as he searches under the ring for another table. As he searches, Rotten manages to get to his feet. Through his mask of blood, he stumbles to the opposite side of the ring, pulling a 2x4 from underneath. Ash, occupied with his hunt for a table doesn’t notice as Rotten sneaks up behind him and bashes him in the back of the head with the 2x4, sending Ash falling face first into the ground, unmoving.

JG: I think that one knocked Ash’s lights out!

GM: Eh. How many could have had lit in the first place?

Rotten finds a table and throws it into the ring, shoving the still Ash in with it. Rotten ignores the table, instead opting to grab Ash by the head and jerk it back before slamming him face first into the canvas repeatedly, until Ash too is busted wide open.

GM: Look at the ring! It’s covered in both men’s blood! I could make a really bad HIV joke, but...

JG: Since when are you averse to telling bad jokes?

GM: Well, in that case, a blood transfusionist walks into a bar and slaps two blood packets down on the bar...

JG: That’ll do, Garrett.

Rotten sets the table up and jumps on top of it, pulling Ash up with him. He locks an arm around Ash’s neck and signals to the crowd for his finisher.

JG: Could we see Punked Out...THROUGH A TABLE?

Rotten tries to execute the spinning neckbreaker...but Ash doesn’t move. Rotten tries again, but nothing budges. Suddenly, Ash knees Rotten in the gut and lifts him high into the air and slams him down with a Jackhammer, sending Rotten through the table as they both fall to the floor.

GM: NO we can’t! Cause we just saw The Burning Sensation! Ash wins it! Ash is the first-ever GXW X-Treme Champion!

Ash gets to his feet, snatching the new belt from the referee. He stands over the fallen body of Rotten, raising the belt high into the air for all to see as "Break Stuff" cues up once more.

Winner: Ash (new GXW X-treme Champion)


JG: Ash is the X-treme champion, which is no surprise, but I daresay Keith Rotten will live to fight another day.

GM: Of course, but today is Ash's day.

JG: Indeed. Up next, we're going to see Tribal Instinct, arguably one of the top teams in wrestling today, take on relative newcomers, Fame and Fortune. What do you know about these guys, Gary Mac?

GM: Not much, but Saul E. is handling their career, so they can't be bad!

JG: We're about to find out. Let's go to the ring.


Tribal Instinct
Combined Weight: 604 lbs.
"Tribal" - POD
Fame & Fortune
Combined Weight: ?
? - ?

The lights dim as "Tribal" by POD blasts through the arena, Trypp and Brandon Williams (together known as Tribal Instinct) walk down the stage, a smirk upon their faces as they make their way to the ring. They enter, rolling under the bottom rope, then stand in the center of the ring, waiting for their opponents.

JG: Tribal Instinct look conditioned and prepared, but they're going up against virtual unknowns in Fame and Fortune.

GM: Well. I know something you don't know. They aint got a chance.

JG: Oh? This ought to be interesting then.

After a short while Fame and Fortune, with Saul E. Dastardly walk out onto the stage. Fame and Fortune continue their walk down the ramp, smiling slightly, Saul waiting at the top, grinning widely. As Fame and Fortune roll into the ring, Tribal Instinct begins to stomp them into the mat, moving with incredible speed.

JG: You were saying?

GM: Notice the lack of bell? The bell NEVER rang.

After a few punches and kicks, Trypp and Brandon lift ‘Fame’ up, hitting a double powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Trypp lifts Fortune up, tosses him into the corner, and climbs up to the top, sending Fortune to the middle of the ring with a super hurricanrana. Fortune lands upon his tag partner, Fame, resting a moment before Brandon leaps from the opposite turnbuckle onto the pair, pinning them both. The ref gets down, makes the 3 count.

GM: I don't know why they bothered to pin. The bell never rang.

JG: Well, that was...fast.

Tribal Instinct begin circling the ring, playing to the crowd as ‘Fame and Fortune’ get up and walk up the ramp, laughing hysterically. As soon as they reach the stage, they nod to Saul and leave through the curtain. Saul puts a mic to his mouth and begins to speaking, holding back a laugh, himself.

GM: Heee hee he

JG: What's so funny?

GM: nothing.

“Now that T.I. has gotten warmed up, they can meet their REAL opponents…ladies and gentlemen, FAME AND FORTUNE, ‘Hurricane’ Eddy Love and
‘Mr. Main Event’ Rob Sampson!”

JG: WHAT THE HELL?

Immediately after he finishes speaking, “It’s all about the Benjamins (Rock Remix)” by Puff Daddy cues up, Eddy Love and Rob Sampson striding out onto the stage, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. They slowly make their way to the crowd, Tribal Instinct watching in shock. A burst of pyro goes off over the stage as Saul departs, leaving his team to do their job. Love and Sampson roll into the ring, and the bell sounds.

GM: No chance.

:JG: I think Eddy Love and Rob Sampson just pulled the swerve of the night!

All four men exchange blows, Love and Sampson quickly gaining the upper hand. Both men toss their opponents to the turnbuckle, Sampson exiting the ring. Trypp slowly crawls outside, as well, standing on the apron in his corner. Brandon Sprints towards Love, who throws him off with a mere hip toss. Love stalks over to Brandon, and hoists him high over his head ,then pulling him down in a tombstone piledriver.

JG: Eddy Love is dominating Brandon Williams!

GM: Two singles wrestlers will beat two tag team wrestlers any day. It's been proven.

Trypp stays down as Love tags in Sampson, who pulls Trypp up by his hair and slams him into the mat with a double underhook back breaker. He lifts Trypp
up a second time, throwing him into Tribal Instinct’s corner. Brandon tags himself in, then spears the waiting Sampson. Sampson is up almost immediately, but gets taken down with a samurai driver. The ring shakes with the impact.

JG: This could be the break that Tribal Instinct needs!

GM: Perhaps.

Brandon stomps Sampson for a while, before he pulls him up by the hair, whipping him into the ropes. As Sampson bounces back, Brandon takes him down
with a drop kick. He immediately grabs Sampson’s legs, putting Sampson into a figure four Leglock. Sampson struggles to his corner, gripping the ropes with both hands. Eddy Love leaps to the top rope, jumping onto Brandon with a leg drop, forcing him to let go of the hold.

JG: Or...not.

Love grabs Brandon Williams with one arm, throwing him into the corner. He plays to the crowd a little bit, on his way to the corner, where he delivers a tornado DDT, Brandon rolling across the ring. Love whips Brandon into the ropes, bringing him down with a clothesline. Both men tag in their partners, Sampson gaining the upper hand quickly with a flurry of punches.

GM (mocking Jason Grant): This may be the break fame and fortune needs!

JG: Yeah, Sanders told me about that too.

GM: Sanders is a moron.

Trypp attempts to fight back, merely getting chokeslammed for his troubles. Sampson hoists Trypp Williams up slamming him into a powerbomb before tagging out again. Eddy Love walks over to Trypp, who drives his foot directly into Love’s nether regions. Love crumples to the ground as Trypp tags Brandon in. Brandon locks on a figure four Leglock. Love begins to power out of it, but Trypp leaps off the top rope, slamming Love’s face into the mat.

GM: Ouch.

JG: Very ouch.

Trypp releases the hold, stomping the motionless Love into the canvas with the same incredible speed seen before. As Trypp drops down to pin, a sickening thud is heard throughout the arena. Sampson stands on the outside of the ring wielding a chair, Brandon lying in front of him. Immediately, he rolls into the ring, breaking up the pin with a chair shot to the head of Trypp. The ref calls for the bell, disqualifying Fame and Fortune.

JG: A BLATANT disqualification by Fame and Fortune. They got what they deserved.

Winners: Tribal Instinct (DQ)


JG: Tribal Instinct have picked up the win by disqualification, but the real story here is that Fame & Fortune are none other than Rob Sampson and Eddy Love!

GM: Ain't it great? With those 2 in cahoots, GXW is going to be in for a world of trouble.

JG: Cahoots? (chuckles) But yeah, I think you're right. Sampson and Love are the masters at stirring up trouble and controversy. Our next match is one I've really been looking forward to. Jesse Falcon and Eric Davis have torn it up inside the squared circle before, but this match has the highest stakes yet.

GM: It really does. Tonight's match is being contested under TLC rules and the first man to ascend a ladder and grab the title belt suspended above the ring will be crowned GXW Cruiserweight Champion.

JG: In their last meeting, Eric Davis defeated Jesse Falcon to capture the NthWA Light Heavyweight title. Could lightning strike twice? We're about to find out.