In loving memory
Captain Joseph Y. Greer
September 03, 1973 - September 20, 2003
In dedication
Captain Elijah C. Davis
“See you when you get home”
A huge explosion is seen and heard as the
letters “G”
and “W”
collides into either side of the letter “Z”.
“2K1” comes up underneath the letters of “GZW” crashing into them. The official GZW2K1 logo of the
nuclear mushroom booms in red and black before the official motto “The Saga Continues” zooms
in and out of the screen.
Crimson’s
“Not So Silent Night”
24 December 2004
“Ground Zero” by The Diplomats hits the GZW2K1 Coliseum’s sound system as the Zero-Tron switches from the Crimson banner to the visual history of the lineage of the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship. Collected images of “The First” Paul Spartan, then known as Kage, carrying the Extreme Wrestling Order Heavyweight Championship belt through the halls of the EWO arena, to “The Enforcer” T-Rex holding up the
EWO Heavyweight Championship belt after winning the untelevised first Contest of Champions, to Sho “Firefly” Murakame holding up the same EWO belt after a tainted win over Nathan “T-Rex” Willis, and quickly to “Champion of the People” T-Rex putting the EWO belt over his shoulder after he successfully wins the belt from “The Fairplay Enforcer” Firefly for the second time cascade the Zero-Tron. The images change to “The Jade Dragon” Sincere Hiroshuma smiling evilly with the newly changed GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 Heavyweight Championship title as he points to T-Rex standing in the middle of the ring on a Monday Manslaughter. That scene blends into “The Desert Storm” Sean “Magic” Fiery hoisted onto the shoulders of the fan favorites in the middle of the ring after his triumphant GZW2K1 Heavyweight Championship victory over Sincere at the Heatwave pay-per-view. As quickly as the scene came about it is replaced with the massive “Wicked One” Deacon Kane holding the GZW2K1 Heavyweight title after already defeating Firefly and T-Rex in matches beforehand that night on a specially broadcast Monday Manslaughter.
The faces of past wrestlers flash across the Zero-Tron ranging from Ring of Honor Icon Jason “Fubu” Mackavelli, Ring of Honor Icon Eric “Complete Chaos” Montair, “Lil’ Devil” Hades Fiery, and “Wild Card” Eddie Knoxville. It continues with the faces of "Entertainment Franchise" Nathaniel Davis, “El Gambit” Santiago DeTouwce, Endangered Species, and Albert Wuchie. Large multi-colored letters of “G-Z-W” flash by rapidly before the scene continues on with the visual lineage of the company’s top title. “Smooth Operator” Billy Bond is decked out in his full tuxedo holding the GZW2K1 Heavyweight Championship title into the air after cleanly beating Lord of the Coliseum 2002 Deacon Kane for the second time. The scene fades into the now famous “Upset” where we see Billy Bond holding up the arm of Zachary Sharp and handing him the GZW2K1 Heavyweight title. This changes to “Career Killer” Maxx Pain with the world recognized GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist as he walks backward up the rampway laughing at Zac Sharp who is still in a steel cage after dropping the title to Maxx. An explosion is shown and heard as “The Wrestling Franchise” James “Monarch” Corbin stands in the ring holding the United Japan Wrestling Super Heavyweight and Hong Kong Wrestling Federation World titles as the GZW2K1 World title is strapped around his waist after defeating Maxx at Contest of Champions III. Zac Sharp being handed the World Heavyweight title after defeating Maxx Pain and Monarch on a Sunday Storm is replayed. Paul Spartan, holding the World title for the second time in his career, falling out of the door of the Highway To Hell cage at the Fallout: Destination Unknown pay-per-view after defeating Zac Sharp. “Living Legend” Pimp Bizkit is draped over “Lone Gunman” John Taylor as Nathan Williams hits Sean Fiery’s hand onto the mat for a three count in the Steel Cage Finals match of the World Heavyweight Championship Tournament at Fallout: Return to Glory. “The Unbreakable Female” Tonya Glory hits Sugar Rush upon Pimp Bizkit to claim the top title at a Crimson is shown as that quickly morphs into “The Lone Gunman” John Taylor pinning James Tanner to be crown the World Heavyweight Champion as Pimp Bizkit is too slow to get back into the ring during their Triple Threat match at Fallout: Collision Course. That replay brings the intro to an image of the GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 World Heavyweight Championship belt. Above the belt are the words “EARNED” and below it “NOT GIVEN”.
Nelson: WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN TO CRIMSON’S
‘NOT SO SILENT NIGHT’!!
The camera
then cuts to the announcers' table at ringside where Patrick Nelson and Todd
Crumb sit wearing black tuxedos. Joshua Samson's seat next to Patrick Nelson is
empty. On the front of the table is the Contest of Champions VI logo. The
words “Live from the Miami Arena in
Miami, Florida” scrolls across the bottom of the screen.
Crumb: That's right folks, tonight is one of our
premier events of the year and I know that this is going to be one of the most
explosive nights in GZW2K1 history.
Nelson: For once Todd, I actually think you’re
outrageous and overblown hype may actually be true.
Crumb: Thanks.
Nelson: That wasn't a compliment.
Crumb: What?
Nelson: Nevermind.
Crumb: By the way…where's Joshua?
Nelson: You know exactly where he is. He's getting
ready for the match you signed.
Crumb: I know, I just wanted to hear you say it. I
can't wait.
Nelson: Well, you won't have to wait very long
because that's our first match of the night. And it's RIGHT NOW!
---Joshua Samson vs. “Bad Rep” Mark A---
“Ground
Zero” by The Diplomats begins to blare,
and the lights dim, the crowd falls silent, then at the entrance, Joshua Samson
dressed in black tights and a small strap on sparring helmet, runs to the ring,
halfway he trips making an ass of himself. He gets up, brushes himself off and
continues to run. He hops onto the apron, but as he tries to hop over the ring
ropes, he falters and flips himself onto his back making an ass out of himself
once more. He stands up again and runs to the opposite side of the ring and
begins to shake the top rope in the fashion of the Ultimate Warrior. Samson
turns and points over to Crumb threatening him.
Crumb: He better not be pointing over at me.
Nelson: And why not? What you going to do? Sign
him up for another match, having someone else fight your battles for him.
Crumb: Shut up.
Suddenly, the arena is blanketed in darkness as “Back in Black” by AC/DC begins, a dim
red, white and blue glow falls upon the crowd and a solemn figure can be seen
floating down from the rafters, it is none other than, “Bad Rep” Mark A. The
crowd cheers like mad, and as he lands Mark is attacked by Samson. The lights
return to normal and the music mutes.
Nelson: Here we go!
Crumb: Samson attacks him before the bell. What a
cheater!
Samson pounds away like a sissy schoolgirl and
Mark simply stands there laughing. After a minute, Mark kicks Samson in the
midsection and performs an excellent snap suplex. Samson slowly recovers but
when he gets back to his feet he is met with a dangerous haymaker to the face
from Mark who follows up with a drop toehold. Samson stays down this time and
Mark gets up to bounce of the ropes and execute a nice big elbow drop. Samson's
body bounces in recoil before he flips over. Mark goes for the pin.
1…
2...
2.99999999!!! Samson lazily gets one shoulder up
and then crawls to his knees.
Nelson: Joshua Samson kicks out!
Crumb: Mark A. didn't even hook his leg. He was
just toying with him.
Bad Rep hops to his feet very quickly, and Samson
begins to beg Mark to stop. Mark just laughs and slides around to Joshua's rear
and locks in a sleeper. Warner dozes off and Referee Jacob Justice raises his
arm once, twice and on the third time, somehow Samson manages to keep it in the
air. Samson delivers a couple of quick elbows to Mark's midsection, making him
break the hold and allowing Samson to get to his feet. But as soon as he is on
two feet again, Mark performs a perfect sweep kick and knocks Samson back down
to the mat where he is once again pinned by the developmental wrestler.
1...
2...and another miraculous kickout by Samson.
Nelson: Joshua Samson kicks out again!
Crumb: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
Nelson: Neither can Mark A. it seems.
Mark looks frustrated and walks over to the
nearest turnbuckle to catch his breath. Seeing this as an excellent
opportunity, Samson moves up behind and gets in a low blow on Mark. Bad Rep
drops to both knees and after he does so, Samson lands a dropkick to the back
of his head. Mark lurches forward and smacks his head off of the turnbuckle.
Samson, looking like a fool, jumps to his feet and starts screaming and running
around the ring like a chicken with his head cut off.
Crumb: WHAT COULD JOSHUA SAMSON BEING THINKING AS
HE FEELS HE WON THE MATCH?!?!
Nelson: Probably, he thinks he won the match!
This celebration is a little too early as Mark is
already on his feet and as Samson comes around one more time...BOOM...he is met
with a clothesline and actually does a 360 degree flip. Samson lands on his
backside and looks as if he is knocked out. Mark rightfully jumps up onto one
turnbuckle, gestures to the crowd in a nice way, which makes them go wild, and
then hits A Bomb (heavyweight senton
splash) right on top of Samson. Mark goes for the pin.
1...
2...
3!!
Crumb: “BAD REP” MARK A. WINS! “BAD REP” MARK A.
WINS!
Nelson: BIG Surprise. You know that Samson is
going to be after you don't you?
Crumb: Ya, Ya. What can he do to me? He can't
touch me up here or he'll be fired. Hahahaha.
Nelson: I wouldn't be so certain about that.
Crumb: Whatever.
---Backstage---
Vyle is seen strolling into the arena holding a pizza box. Jerry is next to him with a couple of sports bags slung over his shoulders. As they make it indoors, Weston Bentley approaches them.
WB: Vyle, where have you been? You were supposed to be here an hour ago!
Vyle: Chill, Mr B. Why do I need to be here so early when I live just across the street? That huge building out there? The one that goes above the clouds? The one that is so big that nobody knows how many floors or rooms are in it, or what they contain? That’s mine. I live there. I'm a five minute walk from the arena. Do I need to be here so early? No, so don't bother me with that ‘omg youz is so late!’ crap when really, I've been here all day.
WB: Well that brings me to this: Vyle, you're in the US title battle royal tonight…do you think that being in your home away from home, Miami, will give you a home field advantage?
Vyle: Weston, wherever I go, I have the home field advantage, because everyone loves me. I'm like, bigger than Jesus…I'm bigger than Michael Moore’s belly…I'm huge. The love that everyone gushes in my general direction means that no matter where I am, I'm always home. I could show up at a stranger’s house and be given all their possessions…they say ‘Vyle we love you, here, have our sofa, have our rooms!’ and I say ‘okay, but only if you keep them here but give me the cash if you sell them.’
WB: Did that answer my question?
Vyle: I don't know…probably. Look, the fans here are so rabid for me that anybody who actually cares about fan reaction will be crying when they get booed for hitting the saviour of Miami. I don't need their help, but if they wanna help me then I'm all for it. If they want I give them permission to urinate on my opponents as they come to the ring.
WB: That’s not very sporting…
Vyle: Do I look like I care? My pizza is getting cold…now…go play with Pimp Bizkit or something…I hear he’s playing Yu-Gi-Oh with Kid X.
WB: But…
Vyle and Jerry ignore him and head off camera.
Fade.
~~
---Elsewhere backstage---
Magic was spotted backstage wearing a Santa hat, along with his ring attire and “Magic” promotional t-shirt. “The Desert Storm” smiles humbly at the camera before shouting out...
“Merry friggin Christmas!”
But his smile fades away as he grabbed the hat off his head and threw it on the ground. He scowled at the camera before beginning his rant.
“Great way to give us wrestlers a break… Booking us on Christmas Eve when I could be at home with my newborn baby boy and my wife. Instead they have to sit around, waiting for me to come home tomorrow while I’m wasting my time shutting up little wannabe Magic brats like Justin Sharp! Thank you GZW for your generosity. Just another reason why leaving this business while I can is all for the better. Wait ‘til they start booking everyone on Christmas day! Thanksgiving, too! Lets give to the fans! Yeah, fantastic idea! Lets give to the fans on days when they want to spend time with their families too! I love the fans and all, but what fan honestly puts wrestling over these joyous occasions? Sure, they might tune into us on TV, but other than that… What’s the point?! This event is just another useless promotion that this business has lobbed out their asses. But the most important part of it is that I have to wrestle the always-annoying blabbermouth in Justin Sharp! This is supposed to be the time we spend with loved ones... And I don’t exactly find Sharp to be a loved one. The reward of beating his face in might substitute for a great Christmas bonus, but I’d still rather be at home where I can watch my baby’s eyes light up watching the Christmas tree lights twinkle!”
Magic shakes his head, disgusted with the company’s booking decisions, but manages to calm himself down.
“Anyways, Justin... I’m looking to get out of here fast tonight. So I’m not gonna stall things for you in the match. You can get a few punches in for a drama effect, but I’ll take over for the rest. It’s better for the both of us, actually. You get your dream match with me, and I get to kick your ass finally... It’s win-win, buddy. And while you’ve been spewing out that faucet you call a mouth lately, I honestly don’t give a rat’s ass anymore. I’m washed up? I’m old? Ok, I’m only 4 years older than you, but whatever. I guess these invisible gray hairs must really be giving my age away. And the see-through wrinkles have really had an effect on my gorgeous body. So I guess being 30 means that you go to sh*t, huh? Damn, 4 more years Justin and you’ll be sitting in my shoes watching all these youngsters running circles around you. Please, toss your ignorance out the door for two seconds and use some common sense you fool! Maybe for Christmas you can ask Santa to replace the coal you’re gonna get with a brand new brain, about as useful as the coal but better than that hollow log you have in your skull now!”
“Tonight, Justin... 4 years is gonna make a difference. Because my 4 years of extra experience will be enough to shove you back down to those mid-cards you love so much. And you’ll have no one to blame but yourself, instead of the booking committee, the non-existent glass ceiling, your brother, your father, and anyone else you can bitch about. This quick and simple match tonight will be proof enough that you’ll never amount to anything in this business except a weaker, more loud version of me. And while that may sound flattering, it’s rather disgusting that of all people it had to be me people compare you to. Because anyone in their right mind would know that you’ll never amount to my greatness! If anything, you’ll be lucky to amount to your own brother.”
He laughed at the last comment, knowing that must have stricken a blow to his opponent.
“See you in the ring, youngin’. Just remember... You’re not ready. Not even close.”
~~
---Confrontation---
Nelson: Well the hottest news in the wrestling world is that in a major upset the giant known as Bane managed to defeat Lord John Taylor for the Hong Kong Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Championship two days at the locally aired Wyldsyde show!
Samson: I was actually in the audience and I’m not a big Taylor fan, unless he’s in my face, but it’s my opinion that the HKWF referee gave Taylor the royal shaft. Bane’s good but I don’t think he is good enough to hang with the Lone Gunman.
Crumb: Whether you love or hate those two men, you have to admire the effort
they put on in that match. Now on that note, our GZW2K1 World Heavyweight
Champion Lord John Taylor has scheduled some interview time for himself right
now...let's go to the ring!
Every Time I Die’s “In The Event That Everything Should Go Terribly Wrong”
tears unpleasantly through the ears of the capacity crowd within the Miami
Arena as Lord John Taylor, minus lighting, pyrotechnics and, most noticeably,
the HKWF World Heavyweight Championship, marches out onto the stage. GZW World Heavyweight Title belt secured
around his waist, he doesn’t waste time heading to the ring, not taking in any
of the fans’ hostile reactions.
Crumb: Lord Taylor is showing some serious signs of fatigue.
Look at how much he is favoring that one leg.
Samson: He just had a HKWF title match two days ago! What do you
expect? Cartwheels?
The Lone Gunman slides under the bottom rope. Herbert Torres raises his mic to his lips to introduce the ex-CCW Unified Heavyweight Champion, to which Taylor takes offence. The visibly vehement Taylor, already wearing his wrestling gear, snatches the mic from Torres before he has time to even speak.
Taylor:
“F*CK OFF, HERBERT!!!”
Shocked, the mainstay GZW2K1 announcer takes a step away and climbs out of the ring as quickly as he can. Taylor doesn’t remove his remaining Championship belt, as if hanging onto it for dear life. He raises the mic to his mouth. He speaks with a certain humbleness not present in him for quite some time.
Taylor:
“Well… Aren’t you pigs going to get it out of your f*cking system?”
The crowd slowly begins to work up a number of chants insulting the Lone Gunman, referring to the events of the most recent HKWF Wyldesyde, until…
Taylor:
“NO, YOU F*CKING PIGS WON’T GET IT OUT OF YOUR SYSTEMS!!! YOU DON’T LIKE ME? THEN GET THE F*CK
UP AND WALK OUT!!!”
Nelson: I’ve never seen Lord Taylor this intense…
His voice agonizingly hoarse, the Lone Gunman goes on.
Taylor:
“…Yes, we all know what happened on Wyldesyde…
It was a f*cking DISGRACE!!! Bane, you wanted the HKWF so bad? Take it.
It’s f*cking worthless, now that you’ve defiled it so. Of course, you can’t take all the credit
for that, it’s been bubbling away in the f*cking sh*tter for years. It was only when that slack-jawed referee
fast-counted you did it finally f*cking FLUSH!!! That’s it, Bane. It’s gone. People said I
was beating a dead horse carrying the HKWF Title around, years after I left the
company in the first place? You should
be preparing yourself to be beaten by that dead horse!!! Bane, as unhappy as most of the so-called die-hard
HKWF fans were about my title reign, just you WAIT until you see
what they think of yours! Bane, you’re
an absolute joke. You aren’t cut out to
be anywhere NEAR the top half of any card, ANYWHERE. It was a fluke that you won the battle
royale and it was a f*cking MIRACLE that your swollen carcass landed on
top of me after the most grotesque attempt at a hurracanra ever
witnessed. There is no way that you
should be a champion anywhere, although I can’t help but look forward to the
bittersweet aftertaste of your victory that will rear it’s ugly, ugly
head at Aftermath when you defend against Seth Raide. The line stops there, Bane. That is the absolutely maximum length of
your premature little title reign, and I hope Uncle Chris has some way of
convincing you that such exposure on such a massive scale as the HKWF Title
match on the biggest Pay-Per-View of the year will prove to be a GOOD
thing for your career, when in actual fact it won’t…”
Talking at a rapid pace, he takes a quick breath and keeps going.
Taylor:
“I can’t help but be amused at the fact that so bad did you want my limelight, that it’ll end up costing you your career. An impossible-to-predict battle royale winner challenging for the title is one thing, but when Bane versus Seth Raide is set in stone, a week in advance, there is NO WAY that you’re walking out of the GZW2K1 Coliseum with your f*cking damaged goods title intact. John Profit simply won’t allow it. Seth Raide’s buddies simply won’t allow it. I simply won’t allow it. Bane, going into this match, you’re not the underdog – you’re the ignorant, incompetent annoyance that has f*cked up and got himself in the way of what was going to be one of the mostly hotly anticipated matches in modern HKWF history – Taylor versus Raide. You don’t fit in with this crowd, Bane. You belong in the f*cking opening match with Victor Storm, to where you were originally assigned. Bane, think to yourself, is a seven day title reign worth spoiling the mystique you would’ve had years from now? Whatever happens, you will not be HKWF Champion on January 1st, 2005. What you will be is part of an exclusive blacklist of bad champions, bad challengers and overall bad main event investments. You’ll join the likes of Maxx Pain, James Tanner, Jimmy Williams, arguably even Tonya Glory. Bane, you’ll be part of a list that will never get another shot at the big time. Why? Because they f*cked up the first time around. Every single one of them can put that down to premature shots and jumping guns on the part of the booking committee.”
He pauses.
Taylor:
“Maxx Pain was one of the most dominating Television Champions. To the blind, he was a monster. The second he got his hands on the World Heavyweight Championship, however, he was exposed for what he was. He was put in longer matches. More of a burden was put on him to keep up with the challengers of the day – Zac Sharp, Sean Fiery and James Corbin. He couldn’t compare and so, quickly after dropping the belt to Corbin, he was relegated to the TV division once again. James Tanner was a hotshot as a midcarder. Somehow, he won the fifth Contest of Champions BATTLE ROYALE, was shot straight to main event status, years too early, and it was me that exposed him as not ready. I pinned him cleanly, without question, to shatter his aspirations at ‘making it’ on my watch and to capture the GZW World Heavyweight Title. As for Jimmy Williams, just mention the name ‘Spartan’ to him and see what he has to say about it. Tonya Glory’s generally quiet run with the belt is self explanatory…”
Taylor climbs the nearest turnbuckle and takes a seat perched atop it.
Taylor:
“Bane, what I’m trying to tell you is that you are out of your depth. You can’t even comprehend the absolute hell you are in for. As brief as your reign will be, it will cause non-repairable damage to the prospect of a bright career for you as a legit main eventer. Instead of working your way up through the bowels of the undercard, you thought you’d cheat the system and pull a fast one on the Lord of the Coliseum. You must’ve thought you were pretty smart, right? You saw the rocket and strapped yourself on… Big mistake. You’re not ready for the limelight, Bane. You don’t have it in you to go toe-to-toe with the best there is on a consistent basis. You don’t have the mythical ‘it’ factor, you don’t have the experience at such a level, dare I say you don’t have the talent for it. Bane, in time you could’ve been something magnificent. You could’ve been one of the biggest names in CCW. Sadly, you were too preoccupied with your pretentious jokes and wannabe Derek Ashton stylings to realise that you simply needed more seasoning. All joking and insults aside, you’re not prepared. Sure, you left Wyldesyde on a high note. It became your night…”
He hops down to the mat.
Taylor:
“Think about it, though… Is one night worth the toll that it’ll undeniably have in the long run? Think about, on the first of January, in the aftermath of Aftermath 2K4, what’ll people say when they think of Bane? The man that beat John Taylor for the HKWF title or the kid that couldn’t cut it at the top of the card? Once the title’s off you and on Seth Raide, then the talk of Hong Kong will be on the Taylor/Raide showdown, not the embarrassing Bane run. You fail to realise that you aren’t breaking records or new ground here, you’re simply breaking schedule. You’re getting in the way. Raide’s title shot was prolonged deliberately so that he and I could face off and end something that started years ago, so that the year 2004 could go out with a bang. It wasn’t going to be about two glory hogs wanting a top spot. It was about two HKWF veterans, only now in their prime, wanting to outdo anything and everything that came before them. It was above and beyond the title. Thanks to you and a questionable three count, all of that’s f*cked up. Instead of a blockbuster, we’ll get a short, one-sided affair predictably ending in Raide becoming the HKWF Champion. That is, of course, unless your pal the referee happens to be appointed to it. Bane, you don’t belong in this neck of the woods, and thankfully, the damage you’ve caused on everything but your own career can be fixed. It’ll take time, undoubtedly, but we can rebuild it. Taylor versus Raide will happen. It has to happen. It appears as though some ugliness must be taken care of first. I trust that Victor Storm and company will keep a place at the bottom warm for you, Bane…”
He stops in the centre of the ring and unhooks his GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship belt from around his waist. Staring down at the prestigious piece of gold ware he raises the microphone to his lips once again.
Taylor:
“…Says John Taylor. The Lord Of The
Coliseum, however, sees this as absolutely unacceptable. As John Taylor, human being, I see my
age-old rivalry with Seth Raide as deadly important, certainly more so than any
title… It needs to be concluded. As John Taylor, ex-CCW Unified
Heavyweight Champion, however, I see things a little differently. I was so close to the Triple Crown that I
could taste James Corbin’s envy. I was that
close… Until that f*cking PIG
showed up and turned logic on its head.
You just had to stick your generic, overweight ass in the works,
didn’t you? Do you not realise this
isn’t your time? Do you not realise
that superstardom and credibility DON’T HAPPEN OVERNIGHT?! Are you that f*cking ignorant and that
f*cking thick-skulled that you fail to see what’s happening all around
you? Combined Championship Wrestling is
a well-oiled machine, one that works night and day for the greater good of the story
and builds for the future?
Translation: It works to get ratings.
In order to do that, it must build up stars, gradually and over
time. The first batch of these were
your Nathan Williams’, Sean Fiery’s, Pimp Bizkit’s and Billy Bond’s. Since 2001, more and more talent has been
picked from the harvest and assigned to somewhere on the card. You’ve got your constant mid-carders like
Kandi Fortune, Kaine, James Tanner and Jimmy Williams. It’s practically written that they will
spend the rest of their careers in the middle of the card. You’ve got your nearly-men like Kid Kaos and
Justin Sharp – Undoubtedly talented, established upper-carders. They’ve been built up steadily over the last
number of years and at any time could they branch out and become the next big
thing. Their role in the overall
running of the CCW machine is to form an orderly queue to challenge titles as
well as drop down to Midcard level to fill gaps. They’re eclectic, adaptable…”
Taylor hangs the World Heavyweight Championship over his right shoulder and begins to circle the perimeter of the ring.
Taylor:
“Of course, you’ve got your main eventer talent. Established competitors that could at the drop of a hat take any
title and be accepted as its titleholder.
Paul Spartan. Sean Fiery. Seth Raide.
Pimp Bizkit… Some of the top
names in the industry, topped only by the franchise player that is yours
truly.”
About half the crowd boos in disapproval, but Taylor cuts them off before they can even get into it.
Taylor:
“…Don’t bother disputing it. I’ve just robotically
rattled off the key components of the CCW machine. So, Bane, as the man to beat in HKWF,
where do you see yourself fitting into all of this? Finding it a little difficult?
That’s because you don’t fit in to any of this. Bane, you’re not an established competitor
in any division. You’ve got no relevant
history to refer to other than your Creation Wrestling bullsh*t. What, Uncle Chris, did I strike a nerve? I’d be glad if I did. Bane, you’re not so much an intriguing outsider
or wildcard as you are a rough, faulty cog in the works of the
machine. Ultimately, you’re not going
to do that much damage, but you will manage to frustrate some
people. Who? Me? You got under my
skin, right? Wrong. The only damage you’re doing is to the buy
rate of the upcoming Aftermath show…
But who’s to say that’s not your plan in the first place? You and your repulsive uncle are so bitter
and petty about the fall of your nonentity promotion that you choose to make
GZW’s annual year-end spectacular as dull and unwatchable as
possible. Very f*cking smart,
lunkhead. These suits are not to be
messed with. You’ll be out of a job
before you know it. Neither of you will
wrestle anywhere again and you’ll only have your absurd lack of patience and
shoddy, questionable HKWF officiating to blame. Bane, I’m the number one contender to that title around your fat
f*cking waist. It’s but a matter of
time until I get my shot. Whether it’s
against you, Seth Raide or some other nobody that happens to win a f*cking Battle
Royale, I’m taking it and I’m getting right back on track to the Triple
Crown.”
Taylor wipes a gathered layer of spittle from around his lips.
Taylor:
“Don’t get cocky about things, *ssh*le.
Your gimmick will’ve gone sour the second the bell is called for on what
will probably be a three-minute squash of you by Seth Raide… As if that weren’t bad enough, I plan on
putting on the absolute match of the year with Pimp Bizkit directly afterwards
to completely and utterly out shadow the excuse for a HKWF title
match, burying you in the process. Make
the most of what’s left of the year, Bane.
It’s as good as you’ll get…”
The crowd fall silent, taking in what Taylor has just said. The Lord removes the shiny GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Title belt from his shoulder and raises it to eye level. The camera zooms in on Taylor’s own reflection in the gold ware. His eyes lock onto his name inscription and he almost licks his lips. He promptly slings it over his shoulder once again.
Taylor:
“…After all of that, however, I wonder to myself – Is any of it worth getting
stressed over? Directly after I lost
to Bane, I puked my guts up all over the floor of my locker room in the HKWF
Coliseum. I take one look at this
title and I just ask myself ‘WHY?’
Why do I let HKWF, the company that turned it’s back on me,
get to me? Why do I make money
for them?”
Taylor scratches incessantly at his goatee before coming to a complete stop.
Taylor:
“The HKWF doesn’t deserve John Taylor.
When a regime calls in favour of The God Of Pain over The Lone
Gunman, it becomes as clear as day that they simply aren’t worth my
time. Jackie Lee, you can hold yourself
responsible for the imminent termination of your contract as general
manager. Just wait and see what
sort of ratings Bane brings in.
Just wait and see how Seth Raide and his buddies take the news. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole
organisation crumbled from its very foundations before too long, Mr. Lee, but I
find great satisfaction knowing that it all started when you just sat back and
let a questionable fast-count go. Enjoy
your new champion and the limited fruits he’ll bear. Just don’t come looking for me when it’s your ass on the line. Until the time comes that I need the
HKWF title to complete the Triple Crown, I hereby wash my hands of that which
was once a market-leading international promotion. Let’s see for how much longer you can keep up this losing sprint,
Jaguar…”
Sweating profusely, Taylor removes a layer of perspiration from his forehead and ‘brushes’ it back through his drenched hair.
Taylor:
“Despite my obviously disappointment at being relegated from CCW Unified Heavyweight Champion status to something supposedly less than that, I feel obliged to express a certain amount of relief and joy. I started out as GZW World Heavyweight Champion… That was my goal from day one. I’ve achieved that goal and managed to raise the belt to a new standard, something that neither Pimp Bizkit nor Tonya Glory could quite manage before me… Regardless, a wised-up Pimp gets yet another shot at my title on New Year’s Eve. He and I are poised to really ring the in the New Year for GZW. The last two men to have that responsibility placed upon their shoulders were James “Monarch” Corbin and Paul Spartan…”
The crowd boos the former Legacy partners.
Taylor:
“What does that mean for myself and Pimp?
It means that we are both finally being recognised for what we
are, the company’s two most valuable players.
When this same match was booked half a year ago for Fallout: Return To
Glory, I was laughed at. I was
jeered. Everyone from Jimmy Williams to
Clancy McClean to Pimp Bizkit himself told me that I would never be able to
fill the gap left by the greats. I was
told that I simply wasn’t good enough, that I didn’t have what it took to be
among the upper card, let alone the top two or three. I took exception to that.
It’s taken the better part of six months, but I’ve stood up and seized
the control, the power and the prestige from those not fit to wield it. I took what ‘credibility’ meant to
the general idiot fan and I adjusted it.
I changed the very definition of a ‘main eventer’ so that its
definition became John Taylor.”
“Throughout it all, though, there’s always been just one man that required that extra bit of effort – Pimp Bizkit. Is he the greatest technical wrestler in the company? No, not in any sense of the word. However, I see no shame in calling him the single greatest threat to my title thus far. This is because the man is devious. He’s a scoundrel. He’s always thinking of new and more underhanded ways to win. Our rivalry thus far has been unpredictable, somewhat akin to a game of pong. He beat me at Return To Glory for the World Heavyweight Championship, I beat him at Crimson’s “At Our Best” to defend my World Heavyweight Championship. Throwaway tag matches aside, that’s how the story has gone so far. The fact that one hundred percent of those participating in the Return To Glory main event were barely conscious, including referee Sean Fiery, when Nathan Williams made the count and declared his boy the champion speaks volumes for the legitimacy of Pimp’s title reign and his initial victory over the Lone Gunman. However, such a tactic also speaks volumes for the man’s intelligence and wit. He’s as sly as a fox and always thinks on his toes… Admirable traits for a title contender.”
“…But that’s the thing with Pimp. I referred earlier to the CCW machine and the various roles played by the various competitors. Whereas Pimp is a main-eventer, his true specialty lies in chasing the title. I mean, look at his reign – a total bust. He failed to defend the belt successfully even ONCE, losing it to Tonya Glory as quickly as The Unbreakable Female could weasel her way into a title match. That, Pimp, is less than admirable. In fairness to you, though, Living Legend, it isn’t a particularly accurate representation of you and your ability to cheat to victory. The evidence speaks for itself that you are boast one of the most successful win-loss records of all time in the GZW. Why is it, then, that you could barely keep your footing at the top of the mountain? Why, it’s elementary – You can’t take the pressure of being the one with all the attention on you. You rely… No, you depend on having someone just that little bit higher-up than you that you can look up at and whose shortcomings and misgivings you can point out. That’s your bit, Pimp. The second such a higher figure ceases to exist or, worse yet, you became that higher figure, then you crack. Pimp Bizkit’s cocky exterior caves in and gives way to an insecure, incompetent titleholder. It’s that side of Pimp Bizkit that lost to Tonya Glory and gave up the World Heavyweight Title. Arguably, it was the remains of that side of Pimp Bizkit that I beat in the second round of the Lord Of The Coliseum tournament…”
“On New Year’s Eve, Pimp, I want your best. I want a completely different side to you altogether. I don’t want the grovelling, snivelling coward of a champion or the grovelling, snivelling coward of a challenger. I want The Living Legend. I want The Human Miracle. I want the best you have… I want to see, for once and for all, if you, as a standalone competitor, are any match for the Lone Gunman. If you are, then congratulations – You’re the next World Heavyweight Champion. If you’re not, then too bad – You’re out of luck. I go off in search of fresh blood whilst you bully the winner of tonight’s United States Heavyweight Championship Battle Royale…”
“…It’s up to you, Pimp Bizkit. Who am I going to face at Aftermath 2K4? Exactly which side of Pimp Bizkit is going to put on the Match of the Year with the Lord of the Coliseum?”
With that, Taylor drops the mic and removes the title belt
from over his shoulder. “In The
Event That Everything Should Go Terribly Wrong” picks in again as John
Taylor looks more at ease and confident, as if having had a massive weight
lifted from his shoulders. The GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Champion's music is cut
off though as suddenly over the P.A. system the first few bars of "The Imperial March"
plays. The fans are going wild, standing on their seats screaming and
cheering as Lord Deacon Kane's entrance music plays!!
Crumb: I don't believe it...that's Lord Deacon!!!! What a shocker!!!!!
Nelson: The last time we seen the Wicked One he said he would never return to
GZW unless things were to his standards!
Samson: Well Taylor had a good run while it lasted!
A huge sustained cheer goes up, as amidst a huge pyrotechnic display, shrouded
in fog at the top of the ramp is a man in a heavy cloak. Gunman watches
the scene unfold before him with mild interest. Then, as “The Imperial March” fades out...a
whispered voice over the sound system speaks....
"Let it be written…let it be done!!"
...As suddenly “The Imperial March”
turns into the distorted opening riff to “Superbeast”
by Rob Zombie and the entranceway erupts into a shower of strobes and
pyro. As some of the lights fade, the figure of James “Monarch” Corbin is
standing still at the top of the ramp in a thick black trenchcoat, his head
down, the entire audience seething with hatred at the mere sight of The
Wrestling Franchise. His head still down, he walks to the ring slowly,
bathing in the anger of the audience, empowering himself. As he reaches
the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope and does a quick stretch then tugs the
ropes next to him. After doing a cutthroat motion and a wordless scream,
he tosses his coat aside and turns his attention to Gunman as the lights go up,
the fans chanting “MONARCH SUCKS” with all they have the whole time.
Samson: Hahahahahahahahaha......
Nelson: Oh fantastic....isn't he banned from Combined Championship Wrestling
yet? I thought after he no showed his last bookings he was finally fired
once and for all.
Crumb: Who knows...but once again he's here to ruin someone else's moment in
the spotlight. This is Lord Taylor's moment and Monarch just doesn't give
a damn.
Samson: Oh will you two girls stop crying? That entrance was
great. You should've seen the looks on everyone's faces when they though
it was Lord Deacon Kane and it turned out to be Monarch....tools.
Monarch matches eyes with Gunman, the two men of a similar height and
build. Monarch grabs the mic right out of Gunman's hand and gives him a
hearty push before getting right into his face, speaking with a vile look on
his face.
Monarch: Bloody lovely...I take a well deserved sabbatical and they give bloody
Sean Fiery another godd*mn title reign. This place is a bloody
joke. What are you bloody staring at son? Don't look at me like
that. Don't you bloody DARE give me the evil eye. I built this
bloody ring and by taking a vacation gave you a bloody chance to obtain what
otherwise would've never even been in the same bloody ring as you. Go on
Fiery...hit the bloody showers...it's time for a f*cking MAN to bloody speak.
Crumb: He doesn't even know who Lord Taylor is?! He thinks he's Sean
“Magic” Fiery. Total disrespect from The Monarch.
Nelson: Do you expect anything less? All I know is we just got moved to a
fifteen-second delay the way we always have to do when James Corbin is on the
air.
Monarch is again right in Gunman's face, neither man wanting to back
down. Gunman drops the belt in front of him and starts mouthing to Monarch
as if to come and try to take it. Monarch smirks and shakes his head.
Monarch: No, no, no...I don't bloody think so kid. What you are holding is
damaged bloody goods. I'd rather be W.C.E.K Television Champion than carry
that hunk of sh*t again. You ain't bloody nothing boy besides a caretaker
champion...a bloody experiment. There isn't any real talent left to hold
it, so they are just throwing sh*t at the walls and seeing what bloody
sticks. I guess you are just the stinky *ss pile of sh*t that's sticking
right now. Now LEAVE MY BLOODY RING
before I do to you what I did to Brian bloody Sabre.
The fans are all screaming at the top of their lungs, wanting to see the
confrontation between Gunman and Gunman get physical. Gunman though grabs
his belts and rolls out of the ring to boos from the crowd. Gunman starts
to head towards the ramp. Monarch just fires off his trademark smirk and
turns his attention to the crowd, ignoring Gunman entirely as if he was beneath
him.
Monarch: In case none of you were bloody viewers when GZW2K1 meant something my
bloody name is James Corbin....you can call me Real Wrestling...or you can call
me THE MOTHERF*CKING MONARCH OF
PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: See what I mean about a fifteen-second delay?
The crowd is seething with hatred at Monarch as he just laughs at their
reaction. “MONARCH SUCKS, MONARCH SUCKS, MONARCH SUCKS” echoes across the
arena but The Glass Ceiling doesn't seem to care.
Monarch: Bloody chat whatever you want *ssh*les...the bloody fact remains that
my just gracing this bloody ring for a minute or two brings in enough bloody
money to pay for this dog and pony show to keep running for another bloody six
months until the NEXT TIME I bring
my divine influence back to the bloody ring. So bloody chant whatever the f*ck
you want...I'm still The Monarch and I'm still bloody better than YOU! Now then...as I said...I am
James Corbin...I built this bloody ring...I saved this bloody company from
disintegration again and again...and I am here to say...I'm bloody THROUGH WITH IT!!!!!! I have seen
something that was bloody special and something that I sacrificed every bloody
thing for be driven into the ground by talentless hacks and stuck up soap opera
stars. I am so far...ABOVE....this
bloody garbage now....and I am here to basically say see you in bloody hell and
for you to take your James Corbin commemorative edition action figures and go
f*ck yourselves!!!!!!! That goes doubly for you Corzair!!!!! You
bloody understand me?! What I'm bloody saying?! Find a new bloody savior
and a new cash cow cause I bloody quit!!!!!!
Right as Monarch makes his announcement though Gunman is back in the ring
behind Monarch and nails him with the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight title from
behind!!!! Monarch is on the mat as Gunman quickly hefts him up and nails Vicious Reprisal (stiff brainbuster)
right onto the title belt!!!!! Monarch is out on the mat as Gunman spits a
nasty loogie on the fallen Monarch's head and recovers his belt. “In The
Event That Everything Should Go Terribly Wrong” plays as Gunman
leaves the ring, Monarch getting up slowly and realizing what happened. He runs
his hands through his spit coated hair and lets out a scream of anger and
desperation.
Nelson: I can’t believe what just happened!
Crumb: There is no telling what will come of this.
Samson: Either way, Monarch will make sure it isn’t pretty.
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---Proclamation---
FROM DARKNESS TO
LIGHT AND BACK AGAIN, THE MYSTERY OF THE "DARK ANGEL" CONTINUES TO
CONSUME ALL OF THOSE WHO DARE TO SEEK IT
Various pictures of Seven facing different opponents begins to flash
across the screen.
Will you be consumed
by the mystery or the FEAR of the Dark Angels wrath. Will you be content with
Seven being stuck in a go no where mid-card level or will you quiver in your
boots when I become the greatest Main Eventer to ever grace the grounds of
Ground Zero Wrestling.
As Seven continues to speak over the sound system, the arena goes dark
and a video montage begins to play. After each scene in the video the words “Fear
the Hype” appears.
Tonight, as I take
just one step closer towards my plan of destruction, you simple minded bastards
will learn to fear the Dark Angel, you simple minded fools will believe the
hype and you will bow before your GOD of Destruction. For every actions there
is a reaction, for every season there is a reason, for every sinful nature of
your heart, there is a price to be paid. The price will be paid in full after I
toss body after body to the floor and become the Greatest United States Champion
ever known.
The price will be
paid in full at Aftermath where I will make Jimmy Williams beg for his mercy,
and become the number one contender for a championship in which I’ve been
denied since day one. The price will be paid in full once the BLOOD OF JOHN
TAYLOR IS DISPLAYED ON MY CHEST, AND HIS REMAINS PULLED THROUGHOUT THE STREETS.
BUT UNTIL THAT DAY, UNTIL THAT HOUR MY REIGN OF TERROR WILL CONTINUE, MY PATH
OF DESTURCTION WILL GROW WIDER AND LONGER, AND MY LIST OF VICTIMS WILL GROW AND
GROW UNTIL THERE IS ONLY ONE LEFT, ONLY ONE AND THAT IS WHERE THE GREATEST FALL
WILL HAPPEN, THE FALL OF JOHN TAYLOR.
Action shots of Seven are shown as he continues to speak.
You want to see me
fail, you want to see me falter, you pay your money week in and week out in
hopes of seeing the Dark one fail his mission. But you are so blinded by your
objectives that you are forgetting that you are feeding the Hype, you are
forgetting that I’m the reason for your actions. But soon, and very soon you
will see your Future King, soon and Very soon you shall see the face of your
God, very soon, you will witness the crowing of a New Champion, a New Saga, and
a NEW LEGACY. Will you stand and cheer, or will you become a victim in your own
society. Either way, YOU WILL….FEAR AND BELIEVE…..THE….HYPE.
“Awake” by Godsmack hits as the video continues to play before coming
to an end.
~~
--- Backstage with “Buzzing” Electric Sharpe ---
The scene opened up backstage with Jeff the young GZW interviewer ready to interview the Extreme Heretic “Buzzing” Electric Sharpe.
Jeff: “So Sharpe, tonight you’re going one on one for the GZW Extreme Championship, do you think you’ll win tonight?”
Sharpe: “Course I’ll win, it’s time that the most Extreme man in GZW took his prize home for Christmas, and I most certainly am not talking about Jimmy Williams, or Reject, and definitely not some circus freak.”
Jeff: “You sound quite confident, so how about making it two championships in one night and entering the Battle Royale for the United States Championship?”
Sharpe: “Yeah it would be great wouldn’t it… although lets take things a step at a time, I’m in the Extreme Championship first and foremost, and the battle royale is only an after thought for me at the moment, the United States Championship doesn’t mean the same to me as the Extreme Championship. I AM Extreme I’m not American, so what do you think means more to me? I know I could get my hands on that title, but to me it wouldn’t be the same as being the Extreme Champion, which I will be by then end of tonight.”
Jeff: “Well if you do win that championship tonight you will then be defending it come Aftermath 2k4 against both Mr Klown and Reject, in a match where you might not have to lose, in order to lose the title.”
Sharpe: “That’s the situation I’ll be placed in, I’ll be placed in a situation where I can lose the title without actually losing. Hardly seems fair, but that’s what comes with a three way dance. Still I know I’m more extreme than either of them two, and so long as the better man comes out on top, I’ll still be walking out of Aftermath into the new year the GZW Extreme Champion, cementing my status as being the most Extreme man in GZW2K1.”
Jeff: “Surly though that’s settling for second best after all it could have been you in the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship match against the Lone Gunman, instead of Pimp Bizkit.”
Sharpe: “Sure it could have been, but Pimp did defeat me, fair play he got the win over me at the end of the day, gaining his rightful shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. Yeah it would have been great to get a chance to be the World Heavyweight Championship, but at the end of the day I didn’t beat Pimp on that night, so he got it instead of me I’ll get more chances to rise to the top, but why not take the Extreme Championship, and show the world that despite my chance to gain a GZW World Heavyweight Championship shot I’m still more extreme than anybody else around here. All the Extreme Championship would have proved is whose second best to myself. I might as well show them that I’m still the best when it comes to the Extreme.”
Jeff: “Thank you Sharpe, and good luck for tonight.”
The scene fades to black, as Sharpe has already left the place where he was being interviewed.
~~
---Justin Sharp vs. Sean “Magic” Fiery---
The Miami Arena, in Miami Florida, is bustling as the show comes back from the backstage. The crowd is anxious as they wait on what is one of the most anticipated match-ups Ground Zero Wrestling has had in months. The lights go out in an instant and the hard guitar blast of “Not Listening” by Papa Roach kicks in and the fans react in kind as Justin Sharp makes his way out onto the stage dressed in his ring gear and a microphone in hand. He looks from side to side as the fans jeer him before he raises both arms out to his sides and a wall of flames shoot up behind him. He raises the microphone to his lips…
“Welcome one and all… to the dawn of my time!!”
Crumb: Always the cocky one!
Samson: I bet you’d like to find out huh Todd?!
Crumb: …
The music cuts out but the fans harsh booing does not relent.
“Wow, what a f*cking welcome. I almost feel as if I were Lord John Taylor, in all his god damn greatness.”
Justin’s voice is rank with sarcasm as he begins to walk down to the ring.
Nelson: Sharpe best be careful as Lord Taylor is in an ill mood tonight.
“Seriously though… Shut your f*cking mouths! I’ve waited far…FAR to long for this moment to let it slip by without properly introducing all you people to what you’re about to witness! To foreshadow exactly what your about to see!! The mere mentioning of Justin Sharp versus Sean “Magic” Fiery should shatter all naysayers and blast away the thoughts of zero syndication.”
Samson: I think now is a good time for a nacho break.
Justin hops into the ring, steps through the middle rope and continues.
“How long has this been going on between you and I Sean? How many months have we called for a chance to get our hands on each other one on one inside a GZW ring? How many HOURS have we spent inside a f*cking promotion room, drilling away at our own skulls and shouting out harmless words at each other? Can you count the number of times you’ve said you could beat me? Hell, can I count the number of times I’ve dreamt about pinning your shoulders for a 1-2-3? No, Sean. And we could keep yapping and blasting each other time and time again until both of us grow old and worthless… until all time for glory and pride is stolen away from us. But not now, Sean. Not this night. Not here in this ring.”
The crowd has silenced, as they listen intently for now.
“Tonight we settle what we both claim is the truth. Tonight we break down false lies we’ve both laid down. Tonight we find out truly, once and for all, if Justin Sharp can pin Sean Fiery… 1-2-3 inside this f*cking ring!!”
The crowd begins to come alive with the prospect of such a hot match.
“Get down here… and meet destiny head on!!!!”
Justin throws the microphone down to the mat and crouches down. "Here To Stay" by Korn kicks in as the fans begin to stand to their feet in cheers. Magic comes out from behind the curtains, carrying his signature sledgehammer to a large ovation from the crowd. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks around with his usual psychotic grin. Magic then lifts the sledgehammer over his head and slams it down on the ramp in front of him. Just as the hammer makes contact, a display of pyros set off behind him. He makes his way down to the ring, having a conversation with himself and his sledgehammer. He then slides under the bottom rope and gets inside the ring. Once inside he climbs to the second rope and holds his sledgehammer up. He then kisses the hammer and glares at Justin Sharp. Justin sneers and has already slid out to the outside, where he quickly grabs up a steel chair.
Nelson: A pay-per-view matchup here tonight folks right here free on the Christmas Eve edition of Crimson!
Samson: What in the hell is President Seth Richards thinking? He should have been milking this for all its worth!!
Sean doesn’t play to the crowd very much though as he walks slowly to the ring, neither man not taking their eyes off the other. Neither man dropping his weapon of choice. Referee Donald Fey turns to Justin and asks him to put down his chair, and then hollers at Magic to do the same but again neither man will budge.
Crumb: For all his talk Justin Sharp is scared of Sean Fiery.
Samson: Just like you’re scared of me…I haven’t forgotten tool.
Sean goes to slide into the ring, but Justin lunges forward with the chair and Magic has to slide back out. The Referee admonishes Justin who again just brushes him off. Magic points his hammer at Justin.
Magic: “This is for you!!”
Justin smirks and then surprisingly… tosses his steal chair outside the ring!
Nelson: So much for Sharp being scared, Todd.
Samson: Still doesn’t change Crumb is scared of me.
Crumb: …
Sean seems confused at first, but then pounces on the ring like a cat. But just as soon as Magic jumps into the ring, Justin rolls out the other side. The crowd boos loudly as the former Pride leader taps his forehead. Sean drops his hammer and hollers at Justin to come get it on but the eldest Sharp shakes a finger at him and backs up the ramp way a bit.
Crumb: This cat and mouse game, Sharp is playing need to stop. Either man up and fight or go home.
Ref Fey hollers at Justin and threatens to call the match if he doesn’t get into the ring, which seems to catch the former Intercontinental Champions attention as he walks back to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He jaws at Sean, who gives it right back. Both men come nose to nose as the Referee pads down there arms and legs and then calls for the bell!!
Nelson: Here we go!
Neither man make a move though, as they just stare at each other, waiting for a chance. Magic mouths something at Justin, who then smirks and gives Magic a shove backwards to the chest. But Sean comes right back and shoves Justin backwards, and almost causes Sharp to lose his balance. Justin doesn’t stop though, as the shove seems to light a fire in him and he comes right back nose to nose with his long-term rival… before slapping him across the face to a loud boo from the sold out crowd!
Samson: What is this a chick fight?! Closed fist!
Magic pauses and seems to bite his lip, but doesn’t pause for long as he fires back with a hard right hand to the face, and another and another. The crowd begins to rally behind the veteran as his punches push Justin back into the corner. Magic backs up and then lets loose with a hard chop across the chest of his opponent!!
Crowd: Whoo!
He goes for another, but Justin punches him in the face before he can get the shot off and then smacks Magic with a hard chop of his own right across the chest!! Justin then takes the opportunity and slides in behind Sean and hooks his waist up and attempts a German Suplex, but Fiery blocks it with his foot. Justin tries again but again Sean blocks the move, and then counters it with an armbar and slides in behind Justin. Magic goes for a German Suplex, but in mid air Justin breaks the hold and somehow manages to land on his feet! He quickly drops a knee onto Sean’s head and then lifts him up and quickly drops him with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Justin looks like he is going to go for a cover… but instead backs up and looks around. Sean slowly pulls himself up to his feet and Justin again moves in, this time with a high knee to the chest, followed quickly by a Gutwrench Suplex!! Justin drops to make the cover…
1….
Justin pulls himself off of Magic.
Nelson, Samson, and Crumb: Huh?!
The crowd boos, and there appears to be a bit of confusion as Justin slides out of the ring. Magic pulls himself up again and hollers at Justin to get back into the ring. Sharp smirks again and slides under the bottom rope, to be met by a kick to the back of the head. Followed by many more as Magic takes advantage. He pulls Justin up to a standing position and whips him into the ropes and follows up with a high knee to the chest, knocking Sharp down to the mat! He pulls a weakened Sharp off the mat and then quickly lifts him up and drops him with a stiff Backdrop! The crowd reacts as Magic makes the cover…
1…
2…
Justin shoots his shoulders off the mat, and looks at Magic with a smile!!
Nelson: Close call there.
Samson: Has Magic announced who he is facing in his retirement match at Aftermath2K4? Something real fishy is going on.
Sean snaps and punches Justin square in the face… He jumps on top of him and begins to unload with hard lefts and rights! Finally Referee Fey pulls Sean off as Justin scrambles to the ropes, his nose bloody and broken!!
Crumb: WHAT COULD JUSTIN SHARP BE THINKING AS SEAN FIERY COULD HAVE QUITE POSSIBLY BROPKEN HIS NOSE!!
Samson: Probably, “I heard Miami has a great plastic surgery community”!
Justin pulls himself up, and looks across the ring to where Magic stands. Referee Fey comes to check on Magic when…
Nelson: What is he doing out here?!
The HKWF World Heavyweight Champion, Bane rolls out from underneath the ring and pulls both of Sean’s feet out from underneath him!! Magic smashes face first into the mat totally unexpecting it!! Justin looks past the Referee and sees what has happened and then hauls off and PUNCHES REFEREE FEY IN THE FACE!!!
Crumb: Why in the world is Bane helping Justin Sharp?! Sharp is the same man that put Bane on the shelf for months at a time!
The crowd boos huge as Justin kicks the Official and then boots him out of the ring. Magic gets up from the mat and charges for Justin but is cut off as Kid X rolls from under the ring, and takes Magic down with a harsh clothesline to the side of the head!!
Nelson: What in the hell…Kid X?!
Samson: Do I smell Pride Version Two?
Justin smirks as he pulls Magic up and tosses him.. HARD.. over the top rope to the floor on the outside where from the other side of the ring out rolls…
Crumb: Is there a door under the ring or something?!
Zander holds a steel chain wrapped around his fist as he blasts Magic in the back and the spine with hard shots!! Justin waves Bane into the ring, and directs traffic as on the outside Frost rolls Magic back into the ring and follows behind. Justin directs Bane to lift Magic, up and then proceeds to SPIT IN HIS FACE!!
Samson: There has been a lot of spitting going on here tonight! I love it!!
The crowd is booing like crazy as Justin playfully slaps Magic in the face. As he does so, Zander rolls out of the ring and grabs onto Magic’s own sledgehammer before sliding back inside and handing it to Justin who looks at it as if it were his only child.
Justin raises the sledgehammer and points it at Magic’s face and hollers…
Justin: “No… This is for YOU!!”
Crumb: HE WOULDN’T WOULD HE?!
Samson: Do it…do it!!
Nelson: This is sick. Someone needs to come out here and save Fiery.
He goes to swing the hammer when the lights go out and “Gangsta’s Paradise” By Coolio blares over the loud speakers and the crowd erupts in huge cheers as the long time suspended ECLIPSE runs down the ramp!!!!
Crumb: WHAT CAN THE WRESTLING WORLD BE THINKING AS ECLIPSE HAS RETURNED TO GZW TO RESCUE HIS LONGTIME FRIEND SEAN ”MAGIC” FIERY?!?!
Bane, Zander and Kid all bolt from the ring. Dropping Magic in a heap as they do. Eclipse slides into the ring, as Justin stands his ground but keeps his distance in the corner. Eclipse rushes him and Justin tries to swing the hammer but is caught by a hard Spear from the former US Champion!! Sharp rolls out of the ring in a hurry as the crowd cheers for Eclipse’s save of there hero.
Samson: This is so pathetic! Eclipse has just destroyed his legacy in GZW by helping Magic! This is the same guy that almost tortured the Fiery months on end almost two years ago!
Nelson: True but Eclipse was almost like a member of the Fiery household. Even he wouldn’t want to see Sean Fiery hurt beyond repair!
Eclipse mouths at Justin and company as the foursome make there way to the ramp, with Kid and Zander holding Justin’s shoulders up after the spear. Eclipse points at them and slides his finger across his throat as Justin flips him the finger back. Magic finally gets back up to his feet as he goes to the ropes beside Eclipse and points at Justin and begins to trash him. The foursome stop at the top of the stage and Justin is handed a microphone.
“You think I’d let this match go down because YOU wanted it to? Or because these idiots FANS wanted it to?! What you see before you, Sean, is the future baby!!”
Crumb: I thought Tommy Casper said he was the future last week on Crimson?
The crowd boos loudly as Zander and Kid taunt beside Justin, who stands in front of the monster Bane who looks on with a sneer.
“And what you see behind you…”
The crowd seems as shocked as Magic as he turns around right into a kick to the stomache… and then a…
Nelson: Attitude Adjustment (Samoan Neckbreaker) by Eclipse onto Fiery!
Samson: I knew Bad Attitude wouldn’t let me down!
The crowd’s cheer for Eclipse quickly turn to boos as he stands over the once again fallen Magic as Justin and company rush the ring again as Justin and Eclipse hug and high five!! Eclipse exchanges similar routines with the other three men as Justin raises the microphone again.
“What you just saw behind you, Sean… was one of your last friends showing you, your just not cut out for this anymore!! Get his ass up!!”
Bane lifts the prone Magic up and throws him to Justin, who places his head between his legs and cockily holds his arms out to the sides as the other men in the ring all do the same. Justin then puts the exclamation point on it as he drops Magic with his Hydra (Pedigree) finisher!! The crowd is booing like crazy as Zander rolls out of the ring and quickly rolls back in and hands Justin a can of spray paint.
Samson: It’s like a start of a new world order around here!
Nelson: You are going to get us so sued, Joshua!
Samson: What?!
Justin shakes the can as Kid and Zander hold Sean down, not as if they need to, as Justin shakes the can up and then spray paints a huge circle on Seans chest, and then crosses it off with a slash. He tosses the can to the ground as Eclipse and the others all mouth a prone Sean Fiery. Justin raises the microphone to his mouth once more.
“Ladies and gentleman of Ground Zero Wrestling… Welcome… To SYNDICATE ZERO!!!!!!”
Crumb: I’m speechless!
Nelson: Will this be enough to cause Sean Fiery not to retire?
Samson: If it’s not I’m sure Syn-Zero will put him there if he decides not to!
“Not Listening” By Papa Roach kicks in as the show cuts to commercial with all five men standing over a beaten and painted Sean Fiery.
---Commercial---
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~~
---In the ring---
The lights dim and red spot lights hit the stage as “Burn” by The Cure begins to play. Vyle steps onto the ramp dressed in a red shirt and black tights. His sunglasses reflect the myriad camera flashes.
Samson: Shouldn’t this guy be fighting Power Rangers or helping the Powerpuff Girls fight evil monsters or something?!
Nelson and Crumb: (snickering)
Vyle strolls triumphantly to the ring, as the fans go nuts, and slides in under the bottom rope. When he gets to his feet, he signals for the music to stop which also brings the house lights on. He gestures for a microphone and is rewarded with one being tossed from the announcer outside, which he snatches out of the air.
Vyle: Hello MIAMI!
The fans respond to the cheap pop and Vyle grins.
Vyle: Yeah! Hot crowd, but then, this is Miami Florida, this is QVC country!
Crumb: My mother watches QVC Network every night…she bought a lot of my Christmas gifts this year from it!
The fans pop again, knowing that Miami is where QVC HQ is situated, and that the business it generates is the sole reason that Miami isn’t a slum right now.
Vyle: I could sit here and pop you guys all night, but I have some important things to talk about. Tonight, here at Crimson, I'm in the main event of the show…and rightly so, might I add. The main event in question is a battle royal for the United States championship. Whoever outlasts the other competitors will be awarded that belt…that title! The winner will become the champion of AMERICA! Now before you get all loud and happy, personally I’d rather be the champion of England, but that belt isn’t up for grabs…no, don't go booing me. It’s nothing personal, but I'm not American. That said, I'm a smart guy, and probably the best person to be the U.S champion. Why? I hear you asking, and for that I say shame on you! It’s well known that the whole world hates you guys, and with good reason, but think about it…me representing you will do wonders for America’s relationship with the world! You see, while everyone hates George Bush and America in general, everyone loves me, and loving me only means good things for you. With me as the American figurehead, we can bring respect back to your nation! It’ll be grand! But I can't do it unless I survive all of those who think they also deserve the belt.
Now here’s where things become confusing…the card says anyone contracted to GZW can compete in the match. That mans John Taylor could be in it…which would at least make the match interesting, but also, Jerry could be in it? Think of the implications…anyone under the employ of GZW can compete! The woman on the reception desk has a GZW contract and that means she could compete in the match. I wouldn't mind getting physical with her, but I digress. The guy that lays those pretty mats outside the ring has a GZW contract…he could be in the match. The ring announcer, the toilet cleaners, that guy who is squatting right now behind the cameraman tugging the lead….
Crumb: He has a point guys.
Samson: And you’re just as much of a tool as he is.
Vyle stops and points, and the cameraman focuses on the lead jigger.
Vyle: THAT guy…Hey, guy, what is your job anyway? Did you go to college to study cable pulling? I just…I dunno how you decide you want that kind of job, whatever it is. Weren’t you clever enough to point a camera? Hell, dude, you’re the camera man’s bitch. Don't you have self respect?…stand up, dude, stop tugging his cable, he isn’t even going anywhere. Yeah, now stand up and come here…
The lead jigger gets up and stands next to Vyle.
Vyle: What’s your name?
Guy: Jeremy.
Vyle: Jeremy…what’s your job?
Jeremy: Well I….
Vyle: Well do you have a GZW contract?
Jeremy: Yes sir.
Vyle: There you have it! Jeremy doesn't even know what his job is, but by golly he has a GZW contract, and that means HE can go for the US title! Now go on, those cables are looking damn crooked…I think they need a good tug before someone trips over them and dies…
Jeremy heads back to his lead jigging.
Vyle: And Jeremy, you'd better not enter the match or I’ll bust your chops. But it isn’t just people in buildings…you’ve got the GZW street team! They have contracts…even the fans…this kid right here in the front row…follow me cameraman, don't worry about your cables, Jeremy is right on that bitch….come on, out of the ring.
Vyle climbs out of the ring and approaches a kid in the front row who is sitting on his father’s shoulders. Vyle pulls a sheet of paper out of the waist band of his tights.
Vyle: Mr cameraman, zoom in on this right here…see what that says? GZW contract…I'm giving it to this kid here…this kid now has a GZW contract! Who wants to see this kid as the US champion?
The fans cheer.
Vyle: It could happen…it’s more likely than Jimmy Williams getting the victory. GZW is very free and easy with their contracts…any place that employs Joshua Cleaver has to be. Last year I heard they were giving them out in cereal packets, so any of you who bought the winning packs should have kept on to them! In all seriousness…
Vyle rolls into the ring.
I could be facing absolutely anyone…a contract is all they need. Who will I be facing? I haven’t got a clue. How can I prepare? I can't. Stars past and present can just head in and try for the belt. It could even be Jay Jameson or Monarch. I can't prepare, I just have to be ready to adapt to anyone, and I have the pure skill to do so. All I need is to see who I'm up against the moment they head to the ring and I'm ready. Whether I'm facing a cable toucher, a six year old boy or the world champion, I have the ability to adapt to anything. I have one extra advantage in that everyone seems to be looking past me to other opponents. It’s strange that they should ignore the biggest threat to their victory, and maybe even a little insulting, but if it helps me, I don't care.
The fact is, I'm leaving the ring at the end of the night with the US title around my waist, and you'll have the most credible representative since Bill Clinton. And Miami, I ask you…
Who wouldn't want one of those?
Samson: Two months and the kid will be in the unemployment line, taking drugs and fighting make believe angels and vampires!
Nelson: You are so wrong!
---Making demands---
Crumb: I am getting word that the camera is catching
something backstage.
Devotion Profit, GZW2K1 Commissioner, sits at her desk going over yet another
pile of paperwork when there is a rude loud knock at her door followed by a
loud slam. Devotion looks up and sees James “Monarch” Corbin leaning over
her desk, his eyes an angry glare as he stares down at her.
Monarch: Devotion, I don't have any bloody time for any of your crap or
pleasantries. I want Johnathan Taylor and I bloody want him TONIGHT!!!!!!!
Devotion smiles slightly, which enrages Monarch even more. Finally after
letting him stew for a couple more seconds, she speaks in a songbird-ish
mocking tone.
Devotion: Oh but Monarch I just drew up all your paperwork for your
resignation...you are no longer a GZW2K1 wrestler and thus can no longer
compete in a GZW ring.
Monarch bears down on Devotion, pinning her back against the chair as he drills
a hole into her soul with his dark shark like gaze. Monarch whispers to
her, his face inches from her ear.
Monarch: Then rip up the bloody paperwork. I don't care what it bloody
takes. I would bloody hate to have to...bloody hurt...you, as I would never
bring any bloody pain to Angel. But if you don't give me my bloody
match...I might have to make a bloody exception.
Devotion seems slightly surprised at Monarch's choice of words and looks him over
a few times, running things over in her head. Monarch is so angry he
doesn't seem to notice her actions. Devotion speaks again as she removes
Monarch's gigantic hands from her shoulders.
Devotion: Monarch...I will reinstate you. As much as it will pain
Corzair. I know what you could be worth to this company Monarch. But
if I give you this match...then you play by our rules. You are back on the
roster...and you have to fight who we say...when we say. No more playing
around...no more making your own game up as you go along. And I want you
to get back to where you should be...I know you've been trying to destroy
yourself for whatever reason...you need to put all that aside and become James
Corbin again...the James Corbin GroundZero Wrestling needs.
Monarch: ...Do I have my bloody match?!?!
Devotion: Tonight...one on one...in Crimson's main event.
Monarch: Good...Johnathan Taylor will pay for his bloody disrespect. And
Devotion?
Devotion: Yes Monarch?
Monarch again forces himself onto Devotion, pinning her down against the chair,
his face inches from hers. He looks into her eyes as he speaks.
Monarch: You didn't just hire back James Corbin...the person. He's long
dead. You've gotten The Monarch...and may God have mercy on your bloody
soul. Give Angel my best.
Monarch then leans in and gives Devotion Profit a slow kiss on her lips while
pinning her down, then a gentle bite of her lower lip and leaves her sitting in
her chair, wondering what the hell just happened.
Samson: What in the hell was Monarch doing?
Crumb: Obviously kissing the commission….
Samson: I know that you idiot. I mean, why?
Nelson: Who knows the reasoning behind the kiss, but we do know that he will be
facing Lord John Taylor in a non-title match for the Main Event tonight!
Samson: That will show just how good of a champ he is.
~~
---Intentions---
Crumb: Can this night get any crazier?
Samson: I could always drag you into the ring and beat the snot out of your potato sack looking body!
The arena goes pitch black, and the entrance is lit up by Lime green lights leading down to the ring and "Imperium" by Machine Head begins to play. As the song begins to kick in Pimps name flashes in time with the tune for a while and as soon as the lyrics kick in there's a Flash, And Pimp appears at the top of the ramp way. Pimp slowly and cockily walks down the ramp, sneering at the crowd, Pimp then enters the ring by going through the ropes, and flexing his muscles to the crowd, as he demands a microphone from Herbert Torres at ringside.
Pimp: “HO, HO, HO”
The crowd boos as Pimp Bizkit laughs in the ring.
“I would say merry Christmas to you all, but what’s the point? Why would I wish any of you a merry Christmas? I could care less if you lot spend it on the streets or in the back of a car with your legs spread, I really could care less.”
The crowd boos, and start to get on “The Living Legends” back with a “Who are you?” chant.
Samson: If these idiots do know who the Living Legend is they need to go back to their Taco Bell/KFC cashier jobs.
“Who am I? I’m a somebody is who I am, I’m a former GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Champion. What’s the best you lot can say you do? I can empty trash into a truck quicker than anyone in Miami, well congratulations must be in order then.”
More boos for the Heretic ring throughout the arena, as “The Human Miracle” just waits for them to quiet down.
“Now anyway I’m here for a reason tonight, I’m here to enter the battle royale and walk out with the United States championship around my waist. Will that happen? We’ll have to wait and see whether I “The Living Legend” will indeed regain his BRITISH title, and make the title something worth having, representing the greatest nation of all time… and that certainly ISN’T America.”
The booing gets louder as the fans get all patriotic defending their country.
Samson: I was thinking about changing my citizenship?
Nelson: And you call Todd a tool?!
“Awww how sweet, you can defend your country, you can cheer your country and boo what is isn’t well done, you’ve just graduated pre-school. You see even if tonight I don’t walk out with the GZW2K1 BRITISH title, then fine I don’t Battle Royales are partially about luck, so possibilities are that I may not be walking out as the British Champion, and I’m okay with that it doesn’t really bother me if someone gets their hands on it, and wishes to parade it around for you wasters.”
“And anyway I’ve got my shot at the Big One I’ve got my shot to become a two time GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Champion at Aftermath, I’m standing up to once again defeat “The Lone Gunman” John Taylor in one on one action, and we will once again be crowning a new champion, a worthy champion a “Living Legend” with what just looks perfect next to him. John you know it’s happened before so I’m expecting you to be prepared to be Played-a-Live by the “Living Legend” Pimp Bizkit.”
Nelson: One week from today at our annual year end pay-per-view Aftermath2K4, Pimp gets his chances to regain the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship held by Lord Taylor.
Samson: Two hundred dollars on the Human Miracle right now!
The Heretic laughs, as “Imperium” by Machine Head kicks in once more, and as he’s heading too the back a few people taunt “The Human Miracle” and throw rubbish at him, as Pimp just sniggers at them.
~~
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---GZW2K1 Extreme Championship Match: “Buzzing” Electric Sharpe vs. Mr. Klown---
Crumb: Yes, up next is the Extreme Championship match.
Samson: I think I saw Stew Klown on an episode of Jerry Springer once. He was a
slave to "Bunny--the Dominatrix".
Nelson: And we can’t forget the Extreme Heretic Electric Sharpe.
"Force Fed" By Strapping
Young Lad begins to play on the PA system, as the song begins the letters
S-H-A-R-P-E appear on the Zero-Tron one at a time. The words kick in and
Electric, stands out from the backstage area onto the top of the rampway, where
the crowd begin to boo, and bolts of electricity go off like pyros as he walks
down to the ring ignoring the taunts of the crowd, he pays no attention to the
crowd what so ever, as he looks directly ahead as he slowly walks down to the
ring.
Samson: Quite possibly the most underrated wrestler on the GZW2K1 roster right
now.
Nelson: I agree with you there, Samson. It is Sharpe’s affiliation with The
Heretics that has overshadowed this young man’s true ability.
"Grease Paint and Monkey
Brains" by White Zombie plays as Mr. Klown comes down the rampway with
the Extreme Championship belt around his waist. Klown stands in one corner as
Sharpe squints his eyes in preparation of the battle. The bell sounds as the
Human Leech turns his back and rubs his nose smiling, and then executes a
surprise flying lariat into Klown’s masked nose!
Nelson: Whoa! What a cheap shot! I think his nose is broken!
Crumb: He wasn’t even ready! That’s not cool!
Samson: You snooze you lose bubba!
The Extreme Champ falls to his knees while holding his nose and screams in
immense pain. Sharpe walks back a bit and begins laughing at him. Referee
Paulie Newman walks over to Klown and asks him if he’s all right. Klown nods
and is helped up by the Ref Newman. He takes his hand off his masked face and
blood is pouring from out his nostrils pores. Klown runs at Sharpe who takes
him down with a toe drop. A puddle of blood stains the mat as Sharpe rolls him
up for a quick pin.
1...
2...and Sharpe pulls Klown up himself!
Nelson: What? What’s he doing?
Crumb: He could have already won this match!
With an eerie smile, Sharpe walks over to Klown’s motionless body and pulls him
up by his hair. They both go running into the ropes and Sharpe throws Klown
over the top rope onto the floor outside the ring. Sharpe slides underneath the
rope and picks the former developmental wrestler turned Extreme Champ up again,
and rams his head into the guardrail, sending him sprawling to the cold floor.
Nelson: How brutal! I haven’t seen this much force come out of Electric Sharpe
in a long time.
Crumb: I wonder what’s gotten into him?!
Samson: Four letters…H.K.W.F!
Sharpe lunges forward and throws Klown’s beaten body into the metal steps.
Without a moment wasted, Sharpe runs back into the ring, climbs the turnbuckle
facing the audience, and jumps off sending a double axe handle into Klown’s
lower back. One can hear the crowd’s "Ooh" as both lie still on their
backs. Ref Newman inside the ring begins the count out.
4...
5...and both stagger to their feet.
Sharpe starts in with a punch to Klown’s face, but Klown kicks him in the stomach, sending Klown into the ring apron.
8...
9...Klown rolls them both back into the ring.
Klown picks up Sharpe. Irish whips him into the ropes, and Klown answers with a cross body splash. Klown creeps in for the pin.
1...and kick out by Sharpe.
Samson: I thought this was an extreme match…where are the weapons?!
With blood crusted to his masked face, Klown stands up first soon followed by
Sharpe. They circle each other for a moment, and Sharpe grabs his arm. Irish
whips into the ropes, making Klown bounce off and Sharpe hits a back body drop.
More "Ohhs!" from the audience is heard as Sharpe begins to pull up
on Klown’s foot and bends his head back to reach his toes.
Nelson: An STF!
Samson: Hey, this is no time for venereal disease talk, Patrick.
Nelson: ...
Ref Newman walks over to Klown to see if he taps, but Klown’s hands reach the
ropes and the move is broken. Sharpe stands up waiting for Klown’s next move.
Klown bolts upward and attempts to punch Sharpe in the face but Sharpe sees it
coming and pulls Ref Newman in front of him as a shield. Ref Newman falls face
forward onto the mat’s surface. Both Sharpe and Klown look upon the aftermath.
Sharpe jolts forward and gives Klown a lowblow sending him on top of Ref Newman.
Sharpe, laughing, flips over the top rope and begins scavenging under the ring
apron for a weapon. He pulls out...a fire extinguisher!
Nelson: He can’t do this! Stop this man!
Samson: Leave him alone, he’s just trying to put Mr. Klown’s fire out...
Crumb: Sssmokin!
With the weapon in one hand, Sharpe grabs the rope with his other and pulls
himself inside the ring. Ref Newman is still knocked out, and Klown is rolling
around in pain grabbing his groin. Klown lays flat on his back meeting up with
a big red blur and a CLANG sound upon his forehead. Ref Newman stirs as Sharpe
looks his way. With Sharpe’s back turned, Klown quickly hits with an enziguri
kick causing Sharpe’s body, stiff as a board, to fall belly first. Klown
quickly flops down beside a lifeless Electric Sharpe, throws his leg up, and
goes for the pin.
1…
2…NO! Sharpe’s leg drops itself on the rope.
Klown walks over to the turnbuckle, climbs the top rope and
waits for Sharpe to stand up. Sharpe rolls over on his knees, and eases himself
into a stance as Klown executes an elbow drop. Sharpe surprises the Extreme
Champ with a standing dropkick knocking him once again outside the ropes.
Sharpe scurries to meet him. Klown is leaned up against the crowd barrier and
Sharpe runs at him with a clothesline flipping him over and into the sea of
fans.
Crumb: Wow! This is a pretty entertaining match up here, boys.
Samson: Entertaining? I’m telling you to watch that Springer episode. Bunny the
Dominatrix sure entertains my…
Nelson: AHEM. The fans are going nuts with what has been thrown at them here
tonight!
One punch at a time, Sharpe and Klown exchange fisticuffs and blows to their
faces. They continue to pummel each other as various fans begin clicking
pictures and patting their sweaty backs. With the crowd completely covering any
visibility to Ref Newman, Zander Frost runs down the rampway and clotheslines
both Sharpe and Klown back over the crowd barrier. Zander quickly exits as fast
as he appeared.
Nelson: What the…
Crumb: What the hell was that? Why did Zander Frost do that?
Samson: I guess Zander Frost is Syn-Zero’s delegate to the
Extreme title.
Sharpe and Klown thrust themselves back in the ring. Both men shake their heads
in confusion. With Klown still staring off, Shapre spears him hard into the mat
causing his wound from earlier to bust open again and ooze out from his nose.
Sharpe raises Klown high enough to where he can slip his arms under Klown’s and
pulls off a quick pedigree. Sharpe raises his arms in an early victory as he
walks behind Klown and finishes with a camel clutch. With Klown’s arms dangling
on Sharpe’s knees, he begins screaming in pain as his head is being extended
back by Sharpe’s strong hands. Ref Newman asks Klown if he wants to quit, or if
he can go on. Klown shakes his head wildly...and all of a sudden his right hand
begins tapping Sharpe’s leg for mercy.
Nelson: Electric Sharpe is the new Extreme Champion!!!
Samson: But look! He’s not letting go of Mr. Klown! Referee Newman can’t even
pull him off!
With Ref Newman trying to pull Sharpe off Klown, the Heretic pulls on his neck
even harder, with louder laughter and evil smiles. Ref Newman calls out all the
other referees from backstage to help end the melee. Before they all reach the
ring, Sharpe reluctantly lets go of the suffocating Klown. As Klown lays in the
ring breathing heavily, Sharpe jumps out, and moves over to the barricade. He
pushes a fan out of their seat and grabs the metal folding chair, throwing it
into the ring.
Nelson: Sharpe proving that he is the EXTREME of GZW but this is taking it too
far.
Samson: Oh shut up, it’s just about to get even better!
Sharpe climbs back into the ring, grabbing the chair as he stands. Klown begins
to move, starting to make an effort to get to his feet, as a smile grows on
Sharpe's face. Klown makes it to his feet, and begins to turn, as the chair
slams hard against his head. Sharpe lets out some laughter as he begins to
repeatedly hit Klown in the back and shoulders with the devastating device.
Samson: See? Now what did I tell you?
Nelson: ....
Sharpe moves backward into the corner and looks at the chair before tossing it
down on the mat. He picks Klown up to his feet and throws him into the ropes.
On Klown's rebound, Sharpe catches him, and swiftly plants him face first into
the chair with a double underhook DDT.
Crumb: And to think that these two will meet each other again for the same
title next week at Aftermath2K4!
Samson: Don’t forget Reject will be in that match as well!
As Sharpe begins to walk away from Klown, waiting for his music to hit, instead
“Eraser” by Nine Inches Nails plays and The DisOrder member known as Reject
slowly appears on stage mouthing the word: "A2K4".
Crumb: Well I don’t think that Reject is letting anyone forget his involvement
in the Extreme Triple Threat match!
Nelson: Keep it tuned here folks...for this is only the beginning.
---Reasons---
**The scene opens on the tron outside the dressing room of Kid Kaos, where Mick Jive is standing at the door. Mick Jive looks at the name on the door and takes a deep breath right before he walks in. He looks in to find Kid Kaos without the recliner, without the blanket, and without the pre-match snack, sitting on his bench. The camera angle only shows his back, but you can see he is looking down at the floor, most likely getting focussed for his match. The fans are heard cheering when Kid kaos appears on the screen. **
Mick Jive: Waddup Kid.
Kid Kaos: Mick let me ask you a question…
Mick Jive:….Ask away
Kid Kaos: Do you know what I mean to GZW?
Mick Jive…..I don’t uderstand yo question son, what are you talking bout?
Kid Kaos: Let me break thangs down to you. You look around GZW, and you know what you see? A bunch of men who go out there night in and night out to better themselves. They do it for the personal gratification. For the fame, the stardom, the money, the endorsments. They do it because their parents did, and they were supposed to be here. They do it so they can solve all old personal vendettas. They do it so they can have their name at the bottom of that golden belt. And that’s all this business is about. Getting to the top and forgetting about the road you took to get there.
But what happened to the great heroes who called GZW their stomping grounds. Where are the guys who can get the crowd on their feet and scream at the top of their lungs? What happened to the men who came to GZW not only to settle their personal fueds, not only to have their name in bright lights, not only to gain fame and money, not only to be GZW World champion, but for a combination of all those things, and for the love of wrestling? These guys who walk around with that “F*ck the world, I’m the man” attitude could give 2 sh*ts about GZW and wrestling, they only care about what’s gonna put da life of #1 on easy street.
GZW doesn’t have the Billy Bonds, the Zac Sharps, the T-Rexes, the Diamond Sledges, or the Shane Ryders anymore. The heroes of yesterday have all gone M.I.A., and GZW is now all about the man in the mirror. GZW’s new wave of heroes hasn’t showed up yet, and the old wave is long gone. So what “faces” do GZW have now? Jimmy Williams has so many guys who he has to deal with on a personal level, he’s in it for self gratification too. And then…there’s me. I could be GZW’s savior. I should be the only great hero left. But like an *ss-h*le, I decided to do what I wanted instead of what’s best for the wrestling world and GZW.
But those days are over Mick. And I have seen the light. I am going to prove that I’m more than just a way for the fans to scream a little bit. That I’m more than GZW’s hype man, here just to get the fans pumped up. I want GZW to know that behind the fan chants, behind Do my ladies run this Mutha F*cka **in the backround the female fans can be heard in the arena screaming HELL YEAH! Kid Kaos pauses seemingly basking in the fans screams and then continues** is the superstar that GZW wants, and the hero GZW needs. I’m the “Last of the Mohicans” Mick, and I’m down to taking that responsibility, and making the best out of it. So tonight when I walk down dat isle, and dispose of the entire GZW roster and become GZW’s NEW United States champion, I won’t do it just for the title of champion, I’m gonna do it to show GZW exactly what I should mean to it…..
**Kid Kaos throws the towel over his head across the room, stands up and walks toward Mick Jive. He stops right in front of Mick with an intense look on his face.**
Kid Kaos: And that’s EVERYTHING!!
**Kid Kaos walks out of the dressing room as Mick Jive stands at his door smiling.**
Mick Jive: By George I think dat fool might be ready.
**Mick Jive continues to stand there as the scene ends.**
~~
---Backstage---
[Backstage, we see "Uncle" Chris Cairns stood next to a twinkling Christmas tree. He speaks impatiently into a mobile phone...]
Chris: Hello? Bane?... Where are you?... WHAT???... Celebrating in Hong Kong? You got a match here tonight in GZW! Another Battle Royale! Get yer arse in gear, mate!
[Bane steps out from behind the Christmas tree, still holding his mobile phone to his ear. He grins...]
Bane: I'll be with you as soon as I can!
[A startled "Uncle" turns to frown at Bane...]
Chris: Christ, mate! You had my heart jumpin' there! Don't play a trick like that on me ever again!
Bane: Ha! I had you worried for a second there!
Chris: You certainly did! Well done on your fine win at Wyldsyde, by the way.
[Bane giggles and looks down at his waist, where we see the shimmering gold of his newly won HKWF Championship.]
Bane: I bet John Taylor will be having a rather un-merry Christmas!
[Bane and Cairns share a laugh.]
Bane: But I don't wish to ever speak about Taylor again. I won the match and if he wants to complain, or whatever, then that's up to him to do so, but I won't be listening. I've got more important matters to think of now! Kid Kaos... Victor Storm...
Chris: What to buy me for Christmas...
Bane: You mean my winning the HKWF Championship wasn't enough?
Chris: Actually, I heard rumours that Taylor was complaining about your win to Wyldsyde's head-booker.
Bane: Ain't my problem. If Taylor wants to whine and bitch, let him! I got what I wanted and now I got a Battle Royale to concentrate on! I'll eliminate every single spider scrotum who gets in my way! Wish me luck, Uncle Chris!
Chris: Good luck!
[Bane frowns...]
Chris: Er... you don't need luck.
[Bane walks off, leaving Chris Cairns standing next to the Christmas tree.]
Chris: And all I really want for Christmas is Paper Mario!
~~
One of the defining events of GroundZero
Wrestling 2K1 returns again with the gala known as:
Contest of
Champions VI
---Contest of Champions VI: GZW2K1 United States Heavyweight
Championship Battle Royale---
After much fanfare, the ceiling lights come back on and we
see every GZW2K1 superstar standing in the ring, almost to the point where it's
standing room only. Shoulder to shoulder, back-to-back, face-to-face, the stars
stand restless, knowing that at any second, the bell is going to ring, and all
hell is going to break loose. Vyle and Paul Spartan stare each other down from
across the ring, as do Kid Kaos and Bane - but for some reason, KK is also keeping
an extra keen eye on Cleaver.
Nelson: About to get underway is the Contest of Champions VI Battle Royal...
this match will determine the new United States Heavyweight Champion. The entire
roster is not involved in this match as some have elected not to wrestle.
Samson: We all know that Spartan is going to walk out of this with the win,
Patrick. It's just a matter of time before we call him "World" AND
"W.C.E.K TV" Champ. Just watch...
Crumb: Oooh... excited...
The bell rings and as anticipated things get crazy from the get go. Vyle
charges at Spartan, catching him with a hard right hand to the jaw, knocking
him to the mat. KK and Bane tear across the ring at each other, but are met by
people in the middle - Bane by Pimp Bizkit, KK by Joshua Cleaver. Kandi
Fortune-Corbin and Manami “Tokyo Rose” Naruse grab Kid X from behind, spin him
around, and hit a double DDT on the rookie.
Nelson: Impressive opening by two of The Dynasty members.
Samson: Ten to one they’ll be the first to go over the top rope.
Vyle hops on top of the fallen Spartan and starts pounding away on his head.
Pimp twists Bane's arm behind him and shoves the new HKWF World Heavyweight Champion forward, sending him directly into a strong kick to the head by Reject, dropping him. Pimp smiles and Reject glares down at Bane.
Cleaver and KK exchange punches to the head region until finally Cleaver pokes KK in the eye. KK spins and reaches for his face, and Cleaver leaps, grabbing KK by the head and shoving his head into the mat.
James Tanner stands in a corner, taking in all of the
carnage, until Mr. Klown spots him hanging out and charges at him. Seven, also
standing and waiting for someone to attack him, sticks his boot straight out
and catches Klown before he can even get to Tanner.
Nelson: I think that Seven just unknowingly protected James Tanner!
Samson: Seven ALWAYS knows what he's doing.
Cleaver grabs Spartan and brings him to his feet, and is ready to punch him in
the face when he's knocked to the ground by Nathan Williams, who had been dropkicked
in the back by the duo of Jimmy Williams and the returning to action Eclipse.
Kandi and Rose pick Kid X up and throw him over the top
rope. He crashes on the floor outside.
Crumb: KID X HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY “THE PHOENIX” KANDI FORTUNE-CORBIN AND
MANAMI “TOKYO ROSE” NARUSE!!
Tanner sees an opportunity and takes it, rushing over and lifting Kandi and
Rose up by their legs and tossing them to the floor below. He thrusts his hands
triumphantly skyward.
Crumb: “THE PHOENIX” KANDI FORTUNE-CORBIN AND MANAMI “TOKYO ROSE” NARUSE HAVE
BEEN ELIMINATED BY JAMES “DESECRATOR” TANNER!!
Samson: That's intelligent...Tanner is staying out of the fray and picking his
spots. He could win this thing with that sort of plan.
Nelson: He's not alone, though. Look across the ring from him. Electric Sharpe
is pretty much doing the same thing.
Samson: HEY! I didn't even notice him over there!
KK struggles to his feet, and Cleaver is waiting for him, kicking him in the
stomach. Clenching his right fist, Cleaver swings down at KK, who ducks out of
the way and hits Cleaver with a counter punch to the kidneys. Cleaver grabs his
back and KK yanks him backwards by his head, pulling him to the mat and pinning
his arm behind him.
Vyle steps off of Spartan and turns around. He sees Klown punch Seven in the junk, buckling the big man, and try to push him over the top rope. Vyle charges Klown and hurls him into a turnbuckle, but gets clubbed from behind by Seven. Vyle drops to the mat.
Reject starts stomping on Bane until the God of Pain grabs
his foot and drags him down to the mat as well. Grabbing Reject by the head,
Bane starts bouncing his skull off the mat. Pimp gives the action a bit of a
grin before going to kick Bane in the ribs, but is tripped up when Tanner comes
running through the fray and tackles Bane off of Reject, sending both of them
rolling into Pimp's legs and causing sort of a dog pile effect.
Nelson: I think there are too many people in the ring at one time right now!
Seven picks Rex up and Irish whips him towards Jimmy and Eclipse, who each grab
the top rope and drop to the mat, pulling it down. Rex hits the ropes and flips
out onto the floor.
Crumb: NATHAN “T-REX” WILLIAMS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY “THE DARK ANGEL” SEVEN,
“REAL DEAL” JIMMY WILLIAMS, AND “BAD ATTITUDE” ECLIPSE!!
Seven picks Vyle up off of the mat and tries to throw him out, but Vyle hits an
elbow to Seven's gut, grabs him by the head, and tosses him over the top rope.
Crumb: “THE DARK ANGEL” SEVEN IS ELIMINATED BY VYLE!!
Samson: Business is picking up, Patrick! Is this number a little more to your
liking?
Nelson: ...
KK picks Cleaver up and runs him towards a turnbuckle, slamming him into it
chest first. Cleaver starts to fall backwards, and KK catches him, hitting a
modified reverse DDT, sticking his knee under Cleaver on the way down.
Pimp grabs Bane by the hair and drags him to his feet. Pimp swings at him first, catching the big man in the jaw, but as Bane turns from the impact, he sweeps Pimp's legs out from under him. Vyle comes running across the ring and blindsides Pimp, taking the Living Legend Heretic to the mat with authority. Sharpe sees this and kicks Vyle in the face, sending him flying a few feet. Blood pours from Vyle’s mouth.
Tanner and Reject get to their feet and see Jimmy and
Eclipse still hanging out by the ropes. They charge and clothesline the two
over the ropes.
Crumb: “REAL DEAL” JIMMY WILLIAMS AND “BAD ATTITUDE” ECLIPSE ELIMINATED BY
JAMES “DESECRATOR” TANNER AND REJECT!!
Spartan gets up, shaking his head, and goes after Vyle. Klown attacks Vyle as
well and he and the W.C.E.K TV Champ lay into the member of QVC. Klown takes
out one of Vyle's knees with a diving shoulder, and Spartan kicks him in the
side of the head. KK picks Cleaver up and hurls him towards Spartan, who sees
this and hiptosses the self-proclaimed King of Wrestling over the top rope.
Crumb: JOSHUA “THE PANTHER” CLEAVER ELMINATED BY “THE FIRST” PAUL SPARTAN!!
Turning his back on KK to work on Vyle some more proves to be a big mistake, as
KK runs over, spins Spartan around, and kicks him in the belly. Grabbing him by
the back of the head, KK throws Spartan over the top rope.
Crumb: “THE FIRST” PAUL SPARTAN ELIMINATED BY “GZW’S RIZIN’ STAR” KID KAOS!!
Pimp has gotten to his feet and is wailing on his Sharpe near the ropes. Bane
sees this and runs at them. Seeing Sharpe's eyes grow in surprise, Pimp ducks
out of the way as Bane flies into the Extreme Champion, knocking him to the
mat. Bane flips over the ropes, but catches himself and slips back into the
ring under the bottom rope, having never touched the floor. Sharpe stands up,
blood running from his mouth to his chest, and grabs KK from behind, dropping
him with a neckbreaker.
Tanner and Klown circle each other before locking up and Klown's superior strength gives him the edge as he shoves Desecrator to the mat. Tanner looks up at him just in time to see his masked face spin sideways due to the impact of a kick from Reject. Sharpe clotheslines Klown to the mat.
Pimp grabs Bane and rolls him over with a fireman's carry, then grabs his arm and wraps his legs around Bane's head in a triangle submission hold, yanking back on the arm.
Vyle looks up and sees Sharpe about to pounce on KK - unsure
which one will pose a bigger threat for later, and not really caring about that
at the moment, Vyle runs at Sharpe and smashes his face with a big boot,
kicking him in the mouth again. Grabbing his face and staggering backwards,
Sharpe stumbles and hits the ropes. Vyle grabs his legs and flips him out of
the ring.
Crumb: “BUZZING” ELECTRIC SHARPE ELIMINATED BY VYLE!!
Turning around, Vyle sees Tanner getting up after the clothesline he hit on
Klown, and he picks up the smaller man and hits a standing stalling suplex on
him. The mat thunders with the impact. Klown gets to his feet and rushes at
Reject, grabbing his head and spinning him around in the ring. Grabbing Reject
in a sleeperhold, Klown squeezes tighter and tighter until Reject is barely
putting up a fight.
Pimp finally releases the hold on Bane and hops to his feet, waiting for Bane to meet him on his. KK stands up and gets into a staring battle with Vyle. Bane gets to his feet and cracks his neck, staring at Pimp. The two of them charge at each other, hitting a double clothesline, and again they're down.
Klown picks the unconscious Reject up off of the mat and
carries his dead weight over to the ropes. Tanner gets to his feet, eyes wide,
and pushes away the pursuit of Vyle. Klown dumps Reject over the ropes to the
floor, and turns around to meet a dropkick from Tanner, which sends Klown to
the floor as well.
Crumb: REJECT ELIMINATED BY MR. KLOWN. MR. KLOWN ELIMINATED BY JAMES “DESECRATOR”
TANNER!!
Tanner grabs the ropes and starts yelling at Klown, who jumps up and grabs him
by the head, pulling his throat down across the top rope. As Tanner staggers
backwards, Vyle catches him, picks him up, and tosses him over the ropes.
Crumb: JAME “DESECRATOR” TANNER ELIMINATED BY VYLE!!
Nelson: And then there were four...
Samson: We've still got my man Pimp Bizkit, that face painted punk Kid Kaos,
the vampire hunter Vyle, and that big goof Bane ... my money is on Bane, though.
He’s on a pretty hot roll as he just won the HKWF World Heavyweight
Championship two days ago!
Nelson: And I was thinking you would say Pimp Bizkit!
Pimp picks Bane up by the hair and hits him in the face with an elbow. Bane
grabs Pimp’s head and drags him to the floor. Mounting Pimp and punching him
hard in the face, Bane smiles in a sick manner. Pimp reaches up with his legs
and hooks under Bane's arms, pulling him backwards. Bane grabs Pimp's head with
his legs and the two of them roll over sideways before releasing each other and
springing to their feet.
Crumb: All we need is some mud!
Nelson and Samson: ...
KK grabs Vyle's leg and kicks him in the back of the other knee, bringing him
crashing to the mat. Trying to grab Pimp to keep from falling, Vyle drags him
down as well. KK gets to his feet and is the only person standing in the ring.
Nelson: Did everyone take a few shots of tequila before coming to this match,
or what?
Samson: That would make it more entertaining, Patrick...
Bane gets to his knees and lowblows KK in the private sector and Pimp meets
Bane as they both stand. KK buckles in the middle. Bane and Pimp exchange
punches until Bane blocks one and shoves Pimp towards the ropes. With a huge
boot, Pimp crashes to the floor.
Crumb: “THE LIVING LEGEND” PIMP BIZKIT ELIMINATED BY “THE GOD OF PAIN” BANE!!
Nelson: Funny to see these three in the ring alone.
Crumb: Funny?
Samson: No, Todd...FUNNY.
Nelson: Pimp Bizkit isn’t that upset as he is only one week away from facing
Lord John Taylor for the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship.
Vyle and KK start swinging at each other while Bane stands back and watches, an
intelligent grin on his painted face. Slugging it out, Vyle gains the upperhand
on KK, tossing him over the top rope. Vyle turns to face Bane, and KK grabs the
ropes and catches himself, inches from elimination. He pulls himself back into
the ring. Vyle charges Bane, who drop toeholds him across the middle rope and
starts jumping on his back. Bane hops to the opposite top rope to hit a
dropkick across the ring to knock Vyle over the top.
Crumb: VYLE ELIMINATED BY “THE GOD OF PAIN” BANE!!
Samson: And there goes our number one contender to the W.C.E.K Television
Championship... pity.
Bane and KK circle each other. They stare into each other's eyes, anticipating
each other's next move. They lock up, struggling for an advantage, any
advantage. Bane drops to his knees, hanging onto KK's shoulders, and drives his
face into the mat. KK’s head bounces off, and Bane springs to his feet, catching
his breath. KK gets to his feet, and Bane charges. With a hiptoss, he throws
the HKWF World Heavyweight Champion over the top rope.
Crumb: “THE GOD OF PAIN” BANE ELIMINATED BY “GZW’S RIZIN’ STAR” KID KAOS!!
Samson: Bane just couldn't catch a break tonight.
Nelson: For all of his mean, snide remarks this week, he just came up empty on
one of his chances to back it all up.
Crumb: So, does this mean...?
KK circles the ring with his arms raised high in the air, “Let Me In” by Young Buck and 50 Cent blasting
over the loudspeakers.
Nelson: Yes, Todd, Kid Kaos is the new GZW2K1 United States Heavyweight
Champion!!
Samson: Another boring thought...
Crumb: Hold on a second guys, I know we are running out of
time, but I am getting word in the back that something is going on with the
Heretics…
The cameras return to the backstage area, where we see Phillip Tytan walking
alone in a hallway, talking on a cell phone.
Tytan: Yeah, it's going down tonight... (pause).... yes, just like you wanted.
Just make sure you have that contract ready.
Tytan flips the phone shut just before stepping out into the parking garage,
where the rest of The Heretics are loading their bags into the trunk of a
limousine.
Pimp: You ready or what, Phillip?
Tytan: Yeah, I’ll be right there.
Nathan: What about Monarch?
Pimp: Don’t worry about him, Nathan. I talked to him early.
Pimp nods at Rex, who shrugs his shoulders and continues loading his bags into
the trunk. Pimp looks at Tytan and winks his eye.
Pimp: Alright, boys. Let's go show Miami what a hot night is
all about!
Tytan: Hold up, Nathan. Devotion wants to see you and me.
Rex: Huh?
Tytan: Don't know why, but she wants both of us.
Sharpe: Go on. We'll wait.
Tytan: Nah. You guys go get a table. We'll meet ya.
Sharpe: Cool.
Sharpe and Pimp enter the limousine as Rex and Tytan turn and begin to walk
back into the arena. The camera follows the two as they converse.
Rex: I wonder what this is all about.
Tytan: Dunno.
Rex: Better be about a shot at Taylor. One-on-one... no outside bullsh*t.
Tytan: Maybe so.
Rex: Well, it better be good. I don't like having my time wasted by power-drunk
chicks even if it is my sister-in-law.
Tytan: Nathan?
Rex: Yeah?
Tytan: You really think you deserve another shot at the big time?
The words barely leave Tytan's mouth before Rex stops dead
in his tracks, turns and stares at Tytan with a sneer.
Rex: Why wouldn't I?
Tytan: Because you're "0-for-100" now in big matches. You've about
exhausted your name value.
Rex: That's not your call to make... ROOKIE!
Rex begins to walk ahead of Tytan, but the young man stays right behind him.
Tytan: Hey Tyrannosaurus?
Rex answers but doesn't even bother to turn and look at Tytan.
Rex: What?
Tytan: Thanks.
Rex: For what?
Tytan: For making this decision so much easier.
Rex stops and turns around, but Tytan is already in motion... and he NAILS Rex
in the face with a nearby chair! Rex is floored by the shot, and Tytan drops
the chair before going down and pulling Rex off the floor. With a grunt of
exertion, the Heretic Punisher lifts the seven-footer plus up over his head and
flings him onto a nearby table! The surface breaks on impact, sending the stack
of papers that was on it flying all around.
Nelson: Can you believe this?!
Samson: TYTAN! STOP!
Without let up, Tytan pulls Rex out of the rubble and pulls him along down the
hallway. They reach a wide open area, and Tytan pulls Rex by the arm and whips
him into a rack of chairs! Rex bounces off the steel and right back into the
arms of Tytan, who grabs him around the waist and pulls Rex up into a bear
hug-like position, then RAMS him back first into the chairs!
Crumb: I don't understand this!
Nelson: A punch is one thing! A shot with a steel chair is even worse. But
THIS!? This is attempted murder!
As Rex goes limp in his arms, Tytan takes him up into a fireman's carry and
begins to storm toward the curtained corridor that leads out to the ring area.
A pair of officials begin to intervene, but head official Dan Ericson runs up
and yells at them to leave Tytan alone!
Nelson: What the hell!? GZW security is allowing this?!
As Tytan steps out onto the entrance stage, with Tytan still up on his
shoulders, the crowd lets out a howling, mixed reaction! With a snarl on his
face, Tytan stands before them as if to put Rex on display, then drops him into
the metal surface of the stage with a Death Valley Driver! Tytan sits up, then
looks over at his victim's body. EMTs begin to run out from the back, but Tytan
jumps up and gets between them and Rex.
Tytan: Not yet!
The medical workers stop, looking amongst themselves in confusion. As Tytan
turns back toward Rex, Dan Ericson runs out yet again and orders the EMTs to
stay out of Tytan's way.
Nelson: DAMMIT! What is he telling them?!
Samson: There is definitely something up, here! Who the hell is Phillip Tytan
working for?
Crumb: The way all these officials are acting, I think it might be Don
Corleone!
With his eyes fixed on his motionless target, Tytan pulls Rex up and whips him
down the length of the ramp. Rex breaks into a fall quickly, wildly rolling
across the steel until his goes flat on the padded floor. Tytan follows quickly
and rips Rex up off the floor, then pushes him into the ring. Before going in
himself, Tytan moves around the apron and grabs a steel chair, snaps it shut
and calls for a microphone. With both in his hands, he walks up the steps and
into the ring.
Nelson: I'm no Nathan Williams fan, but this is getting ridiculous!
Tytan: I'm sure... you all have questions.
Tytan tucks the mic into the back of his pants and pulls Rex off the mat, then
pushes him back against the ropes and twists the top and middle ropes together,
pinning Rex's arms between them.
Tytan: You all have questions and the answers are coming. But for now, just
know this... James Corbin taught me a lesson once. He taught me that when a
Heretic member outlives his usefulness, he has to be dealt with. The Heretics
have no place for dead weight!
As Tytan speaks, with the chair still hanging from his other hand, Rex's head
is cocked back, putting on display the damage that's been done. His eyes are
thin slits and his mouth is hanging open, showing the slim nature of his
consciousness.
Tytan: Nathan Williams has started to take up the role as our one liability. He
failed, time and again, to bring back glory for us. As we all fought our
various battles, he never lifted ONE FINGER towards our benefit, but remained
fixated on his championship aspirations. It's been long time since T-Rex met
the standard of greatness... too long.
Tyatn now turns and looks at Rex, sneering unsympathetically at the helpless
man.
Tytan: And now, with the best interests of The Heretics at heart, I'm cutting
out the cancer!
The mic drops with a thud, and Tytan quickly rears back with the chair before
CRACKING it down across Rex's skull! The man's head drops forward, bobbing
lifelessly, and Tytan kicks the ropes to free Rex's arms and allows his body to
fall to the mat. As blood streams down Rex's face and onto the mat, he lies as
a crumpled heap. Tytan tosses the chair away, moves back toward Rex, and pulls
him up off the mat yet again!
Nelson: THAT'S ENOUGH!!!
Holding him by the arms, Phillip Tytan stares into the bloody face of Nathan
Williams. The seconds seem to drag on as he continues his gaze, but then Tytan
pulls Rex in and takes him up into a vertical hold! He holds Rex there, making
all his moves with dramatic slowness, before finally bringing the big man down
out of the vertical hold into a hangman's neckbreaker!
Crumb: Goodness!
Nelson: A DVD on the steel, a chairshot that knocked his head a mile backward,
and now THAT! Williams’ neck must be destroyed!
Samson: He is not moving, guys! Not at all!
Tytan stands up and begins to walk backward away from Rex, still staring down
at the man as he holds a hand up and motions for the EMTs to finally come and
assist. He waits there, by the ropes, as they come in from the sides and begin
to form a crowd around Rex. With fire still in his eyes, Tytan steps through
the ropes and turns his back to the ring, then begins the slow trek back up the
ramp.
Nelson: Ladies and gentlemen, I wish I could explain what we just saw.
Samson: The Punisher told you! He did it because The Heretics thinks T-Rex's
lost his game!
Nelson: Then where were Electric Sharpe, Pimp Bizkit, and Monarch? It looked to
me like Phillip Tytan did this of his own accord!
Crumb: And none of this explains who he's been on the phone with! Somebody
ELSE, not in The Heretics, wanted this done!
Nelson: That's a good point! And apparently, there's some kind of contract
awaiting Tytan as a result of this action.
Samson: I think it was some other company, trying to take out GZW's biggest
star and steal its best young talent in one big move?
Nelson: Biggest star? Best young talent? Those are debatable claims, but one
thing is beyond debate... this is a moment that will have major repercussions
on the entire GZW2K1!
As the show fades to a commercial, a shot from the angle of the entrance
curtain is seen, with Tytan walking toward the camera and the mess in the ring
at his back. A close-up shot of Rex's bloodied face and head being put into a
neck brace is shown as everything goes fades.
---Commercial---
GroundZero Enterprises™ presents:
The Road to Aftermath 2K4 ends
as the roster of GroundZero Wrestling 2K1 prepare for…
Coming 31st December 2004
From the GZW2K1
Coliseum in Atlanta, Georgia
Only on pay-per-view
~~
---Main Event: Non-Title GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Championship Match: Grudge Match: “The Wrestling Franchise” James “Monarch” Corbin vs. “The Lone Gunman” 2004 Lord of the Coliseum John Taylor---
Nelson: And we are back, LIVE from the Miami Arena.
Crumb: What a major impromptu match up we have for you tonight in the main
event folks!!!! Our GZW2K1 World Heavyweight Champion Lord John Taylor
will be taking on the returning James Corbin in a non-title grudge match.
Samson: Taylor best be running as far away from the ring as he can...in his
condition he's in no place to take on The Monarch. You saw the look on
Monarch's face when Taylor laid him out...
Nelson: True Joshua, but remember James Corbin will have a lot of ring rust to
work off. He's only been in four or five matches this year...and his
health is not what it used to be. He could end up embarrassing himself!
Crumb: Wouldn't that be nice.
Samson: Don't bet on it...James Corbin is a CCW legend for a reason...and he's
about to show you why!
The arena goes pitch black as the first few bars of "The Imperial
March" plays to a rousing chorus of boos and jeers. A whispered
voice over the sound system speaks....
"Let it be written…let it done!!!!!!"
...as suddenly “The Imperial March” turns into the distorted opening
riff to "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie and the entranceway erupts
into a shower of strobes and pyro. As some of the lights fade, the figure
of James “Monarch” Corbin is standing still at the top of the ramp in a thick
black trenchcoat, his head down, the entire audience seething with hatred at
the mere sight of The Wrestling Franchise. His head still down, he walks
to the ring slowly, bathing in the anger of the audience, empowering
himself. As he reaches the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope and does a
quick stretch then tugs the ropes next to him. After doing a cutthroat
motion and a wordless scream, he tosses his coat aside and turns his attention
to the match as the lights go up, the fans chanting “MONARCH SUCKS” the whole
time.
Samson: Tell me...does that look like a man who has ring rust?
Crumb: I hope Commissioner Devotion knows what she is getting into by
reinstating Monarch as a full time member of the roster....
The lone, gut-wrenching introductory guitar riff of Every Time I Die's "In The Event That Everything Should Go
Terribly Wrong" escapes the sound system as the lighting in the arena
turns to grey, giving the impression that the entire arena is being captured
through a black & white camera. As the almost animalistic drum work and
Keith Buckley's distant, inaudible vocals kick in, the lighting turns to a
"night-vision" style red. Shown on the Zerotron are various clips of
John Taylor competing against various wrestlers; some masked Mexicans, Asians,
unknown Caucasians as well as the likes of "Smooth Operator" Billy
Bond, James "Monarch" Corbin, Hades Fiery, Pimp Bizkit and "El
Gambit" Santiago DeTouwce, amongst others. The GZW2K1 World Heavyweight
Championship belt draped rigidly over his shoulder, The Lord Of The Coliseum,
"The Lone Gunman" John Taylor, steps out onto the stage to a vicious
amount of heel heat.
Completely focused, he marches methodically down the walkway. Reaching the ring apron, Taylor slowly removes the title belt from his shoulder and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope. Paying absolutely no attention to the hostile crowd surrounding him, he ascends the steps before stepping slowly through the middle and top rope. Taylor scoops up the belt and holds it high above his head, to a less than enviable crowd reaction. Handing his prized possession carefully to the Referee Patricia Albertson, all the while James Corbin leans into the ropes across from Gunman casually, but keeping his eyes on the World Champion the whole time. Taylor throws a number of rapid punches and tugs at the ropes, warming himself up as the lighting returns to normal and his music slowly fades to silence.
Crumb: Look at the knee brace on Lord Taylor's knee! Coming right off of
that HKWF World title defense with Bane he's not ready for this.
Samson: He might as well give up now, as he's given Monarch a giant
target. If we know Monarch, he's going to massacre that knee of Taylor
until he's put on the shelf.
Crumb: Look...what is he doing?
The bell rings and Ref Albertson calls both men to the center of the ring, but
Monarch is ignoring Gunman and the match. He has looked over at the side
of the ring, where a fan sitting right at the guardrail is chanting “YOU LOST
TO SABRE, YOU LOST TO SABRE”...Monarch rolls out of the ring and starts mouthing
off to the young man, who doesn't want to back down. Ref Albertson is
trying to restore order, while Gunman watches with an amused expression.
Crumb: What happened to Monarch? We've seen this the last few times he's
been in the ring...he can't keep his focus like he used to...
The man will not let up so Monarch pops him one right in the mouth and then
pulls him over the side!!!! The crowd is going wild as Monarch takes the
kid to the ground and starts nailing him with knee strikes over and over
again. Security rushes to tear Monarch away from the young man, who has
curled up into a ball on the arena floor. Gunman just watches this unfold
before him...his face expressionless. Ref Albertson starts to count
Monarch out.
1...
2...
3...
4...
Crumb: Oh my God...I can't believe he did that...Monarch is a monster!!!!
Nelson: Commissioner Devotion will have a lot to answer for to allow this man
back in the ring. We'll be lucky to be allowed back in this state after
Monarch's actions!
Samson:(Grumbling) Now we won't even have a match at this rate.
Monarch rolls back in to the ring, seemingly oblivious to what he just
did. Gunman is motioning for James Corbin to bring it and the two men
clash in the center of the ring, with an intense lock up. Neither man gives
an inch as they are forced into the ropes. Ref Albertson calls for a break
but neither man will do it, so she has to force herself between the two of
them. As they are finally separated, Monarch slaps Gunman in the face
hard, sending spittle and blood flying from the champ's mouth to a loud “ahh”
from the crowd. Gunman follows up with a harsh slap of his own, one that
again causes the crowd to “ahhh” and Real Wrestling to recoil. Monarch
lets some of the blood trickle from his mouth into his hand, and then laughs
like a madman as he stares at it, and then Gunman.
Crumb: James Corbin has lost it...I'm uncomfortable watching him cause he could
snap at any second.
Nelson: He doesn't have the focus he usually has, which could be a tactical
mistake Lord Taylor can exploit. John Taylor is a devious competitor. He
knows how to spot weakness and how to attack that weakness.
The two men lock up again in a collar and elbow, both drop to their knees
trying to get leverage, but neither can press an advantage. They break the
hold and circle each other, and go into another intense collar and elbow tie
up, again neither able to press an advantage over the other. They back up
into the ropes with the lock up, and Ref Albertson tells them to break
it. Neither man will so again Ref Albertson comes between them. As
Ref Albertson breaks it, Gunman takes the opportunity to nail a stiff right to
the face of the Glass Ceiling. Monarch is enraged, and nails Gunman with a
stiff punch of his own. The two men start exchanging strikes, one right
after the other, hard punches to the face. The crowd is going wild at the
intensity the two men are showing.
Crumb: Wow....what a hard hitting contest...you couldn't look at them and tell
that Lord Taylor is coming off of a HKWF title match and Monarch is coming off
of an extended hiatus.
Nelson: I think the first man to get a true advantage is going to be the man to
win this...they are that evenly matched.
The strike exchange continues. Monarch finally is able to press some sort
of advantage as he stops the strikes and grabs Gunman by the head and forces
him into the ropes. Ref Albertson starts to count Monarch for the break.
1...
2…Monarch breaks the hold and pushes Ref Albertson to the mat, then nails Gunman with a knife-edge chop that sends “WHOOS” all over the crowd. Another chop sends more “WHOOS”, then Monarch whips Gunman into the opposite ropes. As Gunman rebounds, Monarch follows it up with a running elbow strike that sends Gunman to the mat. Monarch goes for the pinfall attempt.
1...
2...Gunman kicks out at two.
Samson: That was a slow count!!!! What a biased referee!
Crumb: If her count was slow it was because Monarch just knocked her to the mat
headfirst.
Samson: Phhhh.....whatever.
Monarch pulls Gunman to his feet but the ex-CCW Unified Heavyweight Champ
counters the former CCW Triple Crown Heavyweight Champion with a fireman's
carry takedown, then a speedy dropkick to the seated Monarch's
neck. Gunman goes to apply a neck crank but Monarch counters with a
fireman's carry and then a dropkick of his own. Gunman is on the mat and
Monarch goes for a pinfall attempt.
1...
2...Gunman kicks out at two again!
Monarch argues with Ref Albertson about a slow count, giving Gunman a chance to cradle Monarch for a pinfall.
1…
2...Monarch kicks out at two!
Both men at their feet, Monarch in a rage rushes Gunman, but Gunman jumps over him and grabs him with a sunset flip pin!!!!
1...
2...NO! Monarch's shoulders are up!
Monarch starts to get up but Gunman leaps over him and tries an Oklahoma roll pin.
1...
2...NO! Monarch's shoulders are up.
Gunman is on his feet. Monarch throws his hands on the
ground beating the mat in frustration.
Crumb: The champ is taking it to Monarch here, showing him up on the mat.
Nelson: But each time he hits a move, you can tell he's favoring that
knee. He has to be careful he doesn't blow the knee out himself.
Gunman is on his feet mocking Monarch and telling him to come on. James
Corbin beats the mat again in frustration and rolls out of the ring, and starts
jawing with some fans on the outside, who quickly clear away knowing what he
did to the last person who taunted him. Security swarms Monarch, who
ignores them and starts stalking the ringside area. Monarch starts
grabbing random objects from around the ring and throwing them in the ring,
from the ring bell to chairs. Ref Albertson tries to count Monarch out,
but The Wrestling Franchise ignores her. Monarch grabs a final chair and hops
up on the apron, ready to bring a chair into the ring.
Crumb: He has no regard for the rules...he's going to get himself DQ'd.
Nelson: I don't think Corbin has a shred of sanity left...
As Monarch starts to enter the ring with his chair, Gunman runs the ropes and
on his rebound nails a jumping dropkick that knocks Monarch's chair into his
face sending Monarch falling from the apron to the floor. Gunman runs the
ropes again and as he rebounds nails a plancha over the top rope onto Monarch
on the arena floor!!!!! Both men are out and Gunman seems to be favoring
his knee, pulling the brace to the side and trying to rub some feeling into
it. Meanwhile Ref Albertson is trying to clear the ring of all the debris
Monarch threw in.
Crumb: This match has barely started and it's already complete
chaos. Monarch is just a primal force with no regard for anyone's safety
or any sort of rules.
Nelson: Devotion Profit is probably questioning her discussion to re-sign
Corbin right now.
Gunman is up first, hobbling slightly as he obviously jammed his previously
injured knee on the dive. The World Champion lifts up Monarch and nails a
few forearm shots to his neck and then throws him into the ringside
barricade!!!!! Monarch falls to the ground and Gunman lifts Monarch up and
slams him headfirst into the ring steps!!!! Monarch is out on the ground
as Gunman hops onto the apron. Gunman goes to start to do a dive but
Monarch is up and quick as lighting he grabs Gunman's hurt leg and nails a
beautiful dragon screw from the apron to the arena floor! Monarch rolls
into the ring quickly to break Ref Albertson's count, giving Ref Albertson a
quick threat to stop her count or he'll knock her out. Monarch rolls back
out and goes to work on Gunman's knee.
Samson: And now the fun begins....
Monarch starts by ripping off Gunman's knee brace and starts nailing him with
shots from it, dropping down on Gunman's leg with the brace over and over with
all his weight. Monarch then hefts Gunman up as if for a kneebreaker, but
he instead of him doing the move he drops Gunman knee first on the steel
guardrail!!!! Monarch slams Gunman's hurt leg into the guardrail a few
times for good measure. Then he clotheslines Gunman over the guardrail
into the crowd. Monarch leaves Gunman hurting in the crowd and goes back
into the ring, again breaking Ref Albertson's count. Monarch crosses the
ring to the other side and waits for Gunman to recover. The 2004 Lord of
the Coliseum slowly makes his way up and out of the crowd. The second he
does though, Monarch runs the ropes and on his rebound flies under the top rope
at Gunman with a suicide dive! Gunman moves!!!! Monarch slams
headfirst into the guardrail!!!! Gunman grabs Monarch and hefts him up,
and then limping the whole way, rolls him back into the ring, following right
behind him.
Nelson: Again, Corbin wasn't thinking like he used to...instead going on
instinct and it cost him big time.
Nelson: That's why they call them high risk moves....
Gunman goes for the pin on James Corbin.
1...
2...
3...NO! Monarch gets a foot on the ropes.
Gunman lifts Monarch up and hooks him for a T-bone suplex. Monarch elbows out of it and then nails a few kicks to Gunman's injured knee, taking him to the mat. Monarch drops a knee on Gunman's leg and then while using his knee for leverage grabs the leg and starts pulling on it for the submission. Gunman fights for and gets the ropes but Monarch will not release the hold.
1...
2...
3...
4...Ref Albertson pulls Monarch off of Gunman!!!
Monarch pushes Ref Albertson and threatens to hit her! Gunman is up behind Monarch and grabs him for a T-bone suplex, this time hitting it and dropping Monarch right on his head!!! Gunman takes a moment to rub his pained knee and then goes for the pinfall.
1...
2...
3…NO! Monarch has a shoulder up.
Samson: Another fast count from that biased referee.
Crumb: How can you blame Ref Albertson for anything? Monarch should have
been disqualified before the bell rang. It's impossible to keep order with
that man in there.
Gunman pulls Monarch up by his neck and forces him into the nearest corner. Gunman
nails a few knife-edge chops to Monarch's chest each one bringing a “WHOO” from
the crowd. Gunman hooks Monarch for a DDT but Monarch pushes out of it and
nails another dragon screw leg drag. Monarch goes for the pin, using Gunman's
hurt leg for leverage.
1...
2...
3...NO! Gunman up right before three!!!!
Monarch lifts Gunman up and holds him by the hurt leg and then does a move that could best be described as a DDT variant using the leg instead of the neck! Monarch again goes for the pinfall.
1...
2...
3...NO! Gunman has his shoulders up.
Crumb: I don't think Lord Taylor should've had to accept this match. He's
in too rough of a shape from his match with Bane to have to have a match
against someone like Monarch.
Nelson: And now, if Corbin wins again, he can claim he beat the World Champion,
killing Lord Taylor's spectacular reign before it truly starts. This is a
no win situation for Lord Taylor.
Samson: Well, it's pride. He chose to attack Monarch, now he has to back
it up. Let's see if Lord Taylor can hang with the big guys.
Monarch is up and is pulling Gunman with him. Monarch goes to do a DDT on
Gunman's leg again but Gunman punches out of it and nails a DDT planting
Monarch head first into the mat!!! Gunman goes for the pinfall.
1...
2...Monarch has his foot on the ropes.
Gunman pulls Monarch up and goes for a cobra clutch on
Monarch's neck!!! Monarch fights for the ropes but Gunman has the move
locked on.
Nelson: It's not as vicious as Corbin's attacks have been,
but much the same as Corbin has worked Lord Taylor's leg, Lord Taylor has
worked Corbin's neck. This might be Lord Taylor's chance to come back.
Crumb: He's trying to weaken Monarch for that Vicious Reprisal (stiff brainbuster). Monarch's already felt
it once tonight...if Lord Taylor can hit it again, it'll be over!
James Corbin fights to break out of the cobra clutch but Gunman seemingly has
it on too tight. Monarch goes for an attempted reversal but Gunman flows
through with it while still applying the hold! Monarch finally just lifts
up and runs backwards, slamming Gunman back first into the nearby turnbuckle
causing Gunman to break the hold! Monarch takes the chance to heft Gunman
in a sitting position on the top turnbuckle, then hit a leg drag on Gunman's
injured leg off of the top. Monarch rolls through with the hold, keeping the
leg lock on and turning it into a single crab with the focus on the injured
knee!!!! Gunman reaches for the ropes in pain, his face showing total
agony.
Samson: It's over here...Taylor's knee was too injured to go through all of
this.
Crumb: Not yet...look!!!!
Gunman rolls through towards the ropes, but Monarch rolls with him keeping the
hold on. Gunman flips again with the hold on his leg and manages to kick
Monarch right in the face with his other foot. Gunman goes for the ropes
for support as Monarch again grabs a half crab. This time though since
Gunman has the ropes, Ref Albertson causes the hold to be broken. Monarch
is furious and turns to Ref Albertson, grabbing her by the collar and
threatening her. Gunman though uses the opportunity to roll Monarch up
from behind.
1...
2...Gunman gets his feet on the ropes and Ref Albertson doesn't see.....
3!!
Nelson: Lord John Taylor pins James Corbin!!!!!
The bell rings announcing Gunman the winner.
Samson: How the...that wasn't fair!!!!! Taylor cheated.
Crumb: Monarch's own heavy-handed tactics worked against him...now Lord Taylor
has the win over him!!!!!!
Gunman is out on the mat, shocked that he just got the pin and in pain from the
assault on his leg. Ref Albertson goes to raises Gunman's hand in victory but
The Wrestling Franchise, who is livid, his eyes wild and burning with anger,
pushes Ref Albertson down and starts stomping on the injured knee of
Gunman. The Lone Gunman can't stop the attack and just lies there yelling
in pain. Ref Albertson again tries to stop Monarch, but this time The
Heretic Mentor kicks the official in the gut and nails a brutal Imperial Impalement (emerald fusion),
dropping the poor woman right on her head!!!!! The bell won't stop ringing
as officials storm the ring trying to stop Monarch. Real Wrestling goes to
attack anyone who comes near though. As he stands over the fallen Gunman
Monarch reaches into his tights...
Crumb: What is Monarch doing...this is exactly why he is a cancer in GZW!!!
Nelson: It's a very scary scene here...I'm getting the hell out of here...
Crumb: Me too....
The announcers leave their position as Monarch pulls a long sharp spike out of
his tights!!!! Monarch goes to Gunman and rips the bandage off of his
forehead from his match with Bane two days ago and starts jamming the spike
into his head!!!! Gunman is busted open, blood pouring from his head to
the mat, a puddle forming as Monarch keeps jamming the spike into the
wound. Monarch rolls out of the ring leaving Gunman laying in a puddle of
his own blood and gets the GZW2K1 World Heavyweight title, then rolls back into
the ring. Monarch drops the belt in front of Gunman on the mat and puts
him in a camel clutch as the blood pours out. Gunman can't fight as
Monarch wrenches the hold in and taunts Gunman.
Monarch: THERE’S YOUR BLOODY BELT JOHNATHAN…THERE’S YOUR BLOODY HARD EARNED
WIN!!!!!
As the blood drips from Gunman's forehead onto the belts, Monarch adds his own
touch as he spits on the belts and then drops Gunman's face into the bloody
spit covered belts. The show fades out as Monarch stands over the GZW2K1 World
Heavyweight Champion in the ring...
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