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Meltdown 2 - January 30th, 2004
JeremyChaplin, Tuesday, February 17 at 2:50 PM
Global Championship Wrestling presents Meltdown.
Live from the Charlotte Coliseum in Charlotte, NC. January 30th, 2004.
SJ: Hello, everyone, welcome to another edition of Meltdown.
TQ: It feels good to be back in Charlotte, because this is GCW country.
SJ: What a night it's going to be; we'll crown a Television Champion, as well as a Global Champion.
TQ: You can't forget about the semi-finals of the Universal Championship Tournament.
SJ: Your right their TQ, but who will be in the finals?
TQ: I am calling Jamal Jenkins VS Jarek Magnum.
SJ: I am going with Big Weaze VS Side-Effect.
TQ: Well lets get things going Steve.
Omen VS MTMT
~ Standard Match ~
KJ: Introducing first from Puebla, Mexico, standing it at 5’6” and weighting in at 175lbs, here is Omen!\
[Just then “Raining Blood” by Slayer hits the PA system pushing it too the limits, Omen came out appeared from behind the curtain as a few fireworks shot off. Omen slowly made his way too the ring as the music continued too play, just as Omen entered the ring his music was cut off.]
KJ: And his opponent from St. Louis, Missouri standing in at a 5’11” build and weighting in at 224lbs, this is MTMT.
[Violence by Blink 182 hit the PA system, the crowd sprung up too their feet and started too cheer as MTMT appeared from behind the curtain and ran down too the ring as if too try and get a jump on Omen. MTMT slid into the ring and showed off for the fans as his music slowly faded out.]
SJ: Well it’s about damn time we get this show on the road and start it up, expect some great action in this match from Omen and MTMT.
TQ: For sure, this match is going too be a great match for an opener, I can’t wait for this too get under way.
[DING, DING, DING! The bell rang and the match got underway with some fast action as Omen and MTMT exchanged big blows in the middle of the ring. Omen got the upper hand and the fans just started too tear into with a You Suck chant. MTMT was backed into the ropes where he was pummeled with huge punches and kicks until the referee finally broke them apart.]
SJ: What a fast start too this match as Omen I think really wants this thing.
TQ: Well if MTMT lets Omen get ahead too quickly in this match, MTMT will have no chance in making a comeback.
[MTMT staggered up too his feet as he was still recovering from a huge beat down, he looked around the arena and just saw a bunch of blurs. Omen came charging back too MTMT but the ref held him off too allow MTMT too regain his footing, as Omen was being restrained MTMT came up and gave him a stiff shot in the head, Omen shocked by the hit threw the ref out of the away only too be introduced too another stiff right, MTMT quickly gained the upper hand with a snap suplex. MTMT then followed that up with a running elbow drop which caught Omen right in the chin which drew a little blood from the inside of his mouth. Omen tried too get up but was quickly knocked back down with a drop kick too the side of the head.]
SJ: What a great comeback by MTMT these fans are really starting too get behind him now.
TQ: Yes, your right this is quite a good comeback, hopefully this keeps up.
[MTMT kept on the offensive as he threw Omen outside of the ring, MTMT did a cross body too the outside of the ring which caught Omen and forced him and the head of MTMT into the guard rail. Blood started too flow freely from the huge gash on the head of MTMT. The ref began the mandatory count at 1. Omen was the first too get up, as MTMT was still hurting from the huge crash that had just happened, 2. The ref continued the count as Omen started too circle around MTMT, Omen then gave a stiff kick too the cut too try and open it up even more, 3. MTMT managed too get up too his feet only too be greeted by a stiff kick too the gut followed by a DDT on the mats outside, 4. Omen satisfied that the damage had been done got back into the ring. On the outside MTMT was twitching, the ref restarted the count at 1… 2… 3… 4… 5, finally MTMT showed some life, that was quickly struck down by a baseball slide which sent him flying back. The ref continued the count, 6… 7… 8…]
TQ: This match cant end like this…. It just cant, damn Omen is going too steal a win here!
SJ: Wait a minute you better take that back because, MTMT is starting too crawl into the ring, and I don’t think Omen sees MTMT coming at him.
[MTMT got up too his feet, blood now gushing out of the cut. Omen continued too taunt the fans as if ha had won the match, MTMT came up from behind as the refs back was turned too everything that was going on in the ring, Omen turned around quickly when he heard MTMT mumble something and was greeted with a low blow which dropped Omen down too his knees.]
SJ: What a cheap shot that was damnit!
TQ: Since when were you one for fair play?
SJ: I like the technical side of wrestling just as much as the next guy.
TQ: Whatever lets just get back too this match.
[Omen was once again greeted by a drop kick too the face, this time slightly cutting him open. MTMT by now lost a huge amount of blood and looked as though he was on his last leg. MTMT grabbed the top rope and held himself up with it and gave a thumbs down too the crowd. Omen struggled too his feet too be welcomed by an overwhelming super kick right too the jaw. Omen collapsed in on him self and fell motionless on the ground. MTMT fell right on top of him for a pin count, 1…. 2…. The ref’s hand was about an inch off the mat when Omen finally kicked out, MTMT just rolled off of Omen. Omen and MTMT just laid there as the crowd began too cheer and boo all at the same time. MTMT was the first up thanks too the ropes but was shortly followed by Omen getting on his feet. MTMT set up on the top rope for what looked too be The Myth. As Omen started too struggle too walk his way too MTMT everyone saw that he was getting ready too pull something out of his bag of tricks. MTMT jumped off the rope, Omen moved at the last second springing up too his feet and hitting a massive super kick ala MTMT. Omen signaled for the end of the match as he went too the top rope. Omen set up for the Prophecy and hit it with great looks.]
TQ: It’s all over folks this just has too be!
SJ: I know what you mean; there isn’t anyone that is going too kick out of that one.
[The ref started the count 1…. 2…. The ref was only about a 1/8 of an inch from hitting the mat for a 3 count when MTMT kicked out of the pin fall. Omen now pissed off from the kick out slid too the outside while the ref was checking too see if MTMT was all right. Omen slid a one steel chair into the ring followed by another, Omen picked up one and went to hit MTMT with it but the ref stopped him and took the chair over too the ropes, while that was going on Omen grabbed the other one and put it in the center of the ring, Omen set up MTMT for what looked like a DVD but turned it into a pile driver mid move, which looked too snap the neck of MTMT. Omen picked the chair up and threw it out of the ring and covered for the pin, 1… 2… 3. The ring now full of blood from the massive cut on the head on MTMT.]
TQ: What a stupid way for this match too win; I can’t believe how it ended!
SJ: Well like it our not our winner is Omen with an impressive opening match win, too say the least.
TQ: Ya these boys put on one hell of a show for the fans, and I will give them credit for that.
[Doctors rushed too the ring as the camera faded into commercial.]
Backstage
[The camera is shown walking down the halls of the stadium as Hood Hefner is putting money into a Vending Machine. As the can of drink slides down the Vending Machine, Falcon comes running in and attacks Hood Hefner. Falcon quickly pushes all his weight against Hood Hefner as they start to speak.]
Falcon - Hello Hood Hefner.
Hood Hefner - get of me you bitch.
[Falcon pushes as his face starts to turn red in anger.]
Falcon - I couldn't wait until tonight I had to atleast make you beg.
Hood Hefner - Im not going to beg, you're the one going to beg, tonight.
[Hood Hefner uses all his power to push his way out of the hold. He quickly swings at Falcon, but Falcon ducks and pushes on Hood Hefners back once again.]
Falcon - Not gonna work Hood. I thought im slow? Didn't you say I was slow?
Hood Hefner - Get the fuck off me!
[Hood Hefner once again pushes away and swings at Falcon. He just barely misses when security guards come running in to stop the fight. Falcon and Hood Hefner now scream at each other in anger.]
Falcon - You Bastard, You will see me tonight, You will see my bat tonight, You will see tacks tonight, You will see hardcore tonight!
Hood Hefner - Whatever Bitch, bring it on.
[The security guards let Hood Hefner go, as they take Falcon to his locker room. Falcon tries to get loose but is unable to. Hood Hefner grabs his drink, opens it and walks away. The camera fades into the arena.]
SJ: Looks like their is definitally some tension between those two.
TQ: Well they are up next, so lets see what happens.
Falcon VS Jay Quickness
~ Non-Title Hardcore Match ~
KJ: The following contest is a non-title match schedule for one fall under hardcore division rules!!
PUNK....Where them motherfuckersgo?
ahh...Oh Shit...Attention please....Attention please
this shit here feels like the whole entire world collapsed
MOTHERFUCKERS
Oh...Oh...yeh....yeh....blah.....blah....blah..blah
Busta Rhymes now...MOP...now what you want now, What you want now.
KJ: Introducing first… this is Jayyyyyyyyy Quickness!
[Ante Up the remix continue to blast all over the system of the Global Championship Wrestling arena, the floors is shaking fans are jumping up and down with excitment and threwing there hands up and signing along with the words to Jay Quikness theme music. Jay Q. slowly emerges out the back with a smile on his face, He is wearing his usual wrestling attire. He stops at the top of the rampway and threws his hands up into the air, PYRO egnites in the ring making the fans go crazy.]
ANTE UP...NOW cut that fool, they wanna act stupid
gun buck that fool. when I cock that tool nigga run your damn
jewels, before we fuck around and lay you up in you own blood pool
Nigga hunt you down run you ass down unleash the hounds till the niggas gun you down.
[While his theme is still playin, he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring does a kick flip up and jump onto the top turnbukle and threws his hand up forming a X. He jumps down and his theme music begins to fade while the fans still cheer for him.]
KJ: And his opponent… Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalcooooooooooooon!!!!
["Song 2" By Blur plays, fire works shoot off as Falcon pauses, raises his arms in the air as the crowd goes wild. The music kicks in and falcon runs as Fireworks follow him on the sides. He flippes over the ropes. He pauses once again as the crowd goes wild. He climes the ropes and raises his hands, he waits for the crowd to stop chanting and he backflips of the ropes. He reapets this twice on two different corners. While waiting for his openent he streaches on the ropes.]
TQ: Alright boys, you’ve talked the talk, time to back it up.
SJ: Falcon vs. Quickness, hardcore match, right nowwwwww.
[Falcon and Quickness look at each other. Quickness climbs out the ring, heading back up the ramp, telling Falcon to bring it on. Falcon jumps out of the ring, grabs a chair and runs at Quickness. Jay waits for Falcon, then ducks as he swings the chair and mulekicks Falcon in the stomach. A suplex on the steel ramp has Falcon reeling early.]
TQ: Falcon tried to quickly to get the upper hand on Quickness. No pun intended.
SJ: Duh duh cheesh.
[Quickness is up as is Falcon and they brawl onto the stage. Falcon gets the best of the situation and drops Quickness with a sambo suplex. He picks Jay Quickness up and body slams him down and lands an elbow. He pins JQ but can only get a one count. Falcon back to the attack with two more elbows and a knee drop, same result though, only a one count.]
TQ: Falcon doing all he can here, but this is child’s play.
SJ: Compared to what happened last week to Quickness and Falcon, I’d have to agree.
[Falcon picks JQ up, but JQ lands a low blow. Falcon slumps across his shoulders and JQ keeps him there and dives off the stage onto an electrical box, slamming Falcon down stomach first. Sparks fly as Falcon rolls off. JQ with a pin. 1…2…kickout!]
TQ: Jesus, we just lost power for a second thanks to that crazy SOB.
SJ: That move was electric.
TQ: Hardy har har.
SJ: Bite me.
[Quickness picks Falcon up and javelins him into the corner of the stage face first. Falcon lands, holding his nose, JQ pins him again only to get a two count. JQ throws Falcon toward an open doorway and then dropkicks him through once Falcon finally gets up. JQ goes through the door and the action is cut off.]
Jingler: Ummm, camera crew? Camera Crew!!!
TQ: We need some eyes on this action!!!
Jingler: By God we pay them enough don’t we.
[The video screen shows a new view of Quickness and Falcon. Falcon has JQ covered. 1…2… no!]
TQ: What happened???
[Replay shown of Falcon hitting JQ in the stomach with a cinder block as he came through the door. Falcon and JQ slowly climb to their feet as the replay disappears. Falcon kicks JQ in the side of the head and then lands a running neckbreaker. Falcon looks around for a toy and finds one, another cinder block. He picks it up and sets it near JQ. He bends JQ down and sets to piledrive him onto the cinderblock.]
Jingler: Oh Jesus, not again. Medic!!!
TQ: JQ is in a lot of trouble here Stevey boy.
[JQ gets his feet lifted, but plants them again and sweeps Falcon’s legs into his underarms. Falcon’s head crushes the cinder block on impact. JQ sets up and sends Falcon flying through a wall with a slingshot maneuver. The plaster flies everywhere as a bleeding Falcon lands on top of a well-dressed business woman in a plush chair. The woman screams and runs off. JQ with a pin but can only get a two count.]
Jingler: After Falcon pretty much DIED, he gets a shoulder up at the last second. These two men are killing each other!
TQ: That’s the point, this is… GCW HARD CORE!!!
[JQ picks up Falcon and sets him up in a powerbomb position and then drops him through the glass coffee table. JQ puts a foot on Falcon and he kicks out. JQ looks down at him and just shakes his head. He picks him up again, but Falcon throws a piece of glass up and punches it into JQ cheek, shattering the glass. Blood trickles from the cut on JQ’s cheek and blood coming from Falcon’s head and two places on his back.]
Jingler: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON NOW!!!
TQ: This is insanity, someone please make a tape of this so I can watch it at home.
Jingler: TQ!!!
TQ: Whaaaaaat?
[JQ stumbles backwards and into the wall. Falcon dives at him and the two fall through the wall, making another gaping hole. Falcon is on top of JQ and the referee counts 1..2.. NO!!! Falcon rolls off grimacing. He and JQ climb to their feet and stare at each other. JQ picks up a pipe next to him and Falcon picks up his own and they grip them.]
Jingler: Oh boy. TQ: Crap.
[JQ takes the first swing, Falcon blocks it and counters with one of his own, barely missing JQ’s chest. The two swings again, pipes hitting and bouncing off. JQ goes for a kick to the stomach, but Falcon hits his knee with the pipe and then lands a thrust to JQ’s throat. JQ doubles over and Falcon drives the pipe down, but JQ moves and lands a leg sweep, knocking Falcon down. JQ swings five times with his pipe, connecting with each to Falcon’s stomach and chest and then breaking it across his knee.]
TQ: JQ again with the upper hand. But what will it take to keep Falcon down?
Jingler: Honestly, short of a bullet to the head, I don’t think there’s anything that can.
[JQ picks Falcon up across his shoulder and goes to throw him into a double door, but Falcon slips down his back with a roll-up. He only gets a two count though. Falcon slides off against a wall and JQ dives at him, Falcon moves and JQ runs head first into concrete with a sickening splat. Blood splatter from his cheek is on the wall now as he bounces off, into Falcon’s arms and Falcon throws JQ through the double doors into the cold Charlotte air.]
TQ: They’re outside, they’re outside!
Jingler: Citizens of Charlotte, we’ve got a situation. There’s a lot of rumbling coming your way.
TQ: That was the worst line I’ve ever heard.
[Falcon knees JQ in the stomach and lands a DDT on the concrete. He covers 1..2… kickout!!! Falcon drops a leg onto the concrete, but can only get a two count. Falcon stands JQ up, but JQ clasps his arms under Falcon’s and lifts him up and slams him into a stack of boxes. Falcon kicks JQ off and comes out of the pile with a clothesline, another JQ duck and a reverse atomic drop followed by a superkick. Falcon falls, JQ covers. 1…2…2..... kickout!!!!]
Jingler: Where the blue blazes is he getting it from???
TQ: I’m telling you, it’s gotta be Stacker 2, the World’s Strongest Fat Burner.
Jingler: Was… that… a plug?
TQ: Eh, I mention the product, I get a grand. It’s easy money.
Jingler: Uhhhh huh. Wait, JQ has a dolly!!
[JQ has grabbed a dolly and has set it up to where the curved part is facing up, like a gurney. He picks Falcon up across his shoulders and powerslams him onto it. Falcon doesn’t move and JQ looks around. He walks off toward the building again and comes back carrying three chairs. He puts two down and takes one and raises it above his head. Falcon kicks him in the stomach.]
Jingler: HE LIVES AGAIN!! This man is about as resilient as Jason Voorhees.
TQ: You’re ignorant.
Jingler: Thanks Quimby, that means so much coming from a man in a bow tie.
[The chair remains in JQ’s hand, but it falls to his side, Falcon kicks him where it counts and the chair drops, as does JQ. Falcon picks up the chair and hits JQ in the head with it. He rolls JQ onto the bent dolly and hits him again with the chair. Falcon sets up the other two chairs face to face. He holds the other chair and backs up ten feet. He takes off running, turns, jumps, springs off the chairs and hits a moonsault with the chair onto JQ’s chest and face. He rolls off, clutching his stomach.]
Jingler: HOLY GOD!
TQ: If that’s not it I don’t know what is.
[Falcon rolls back over to JQ, pulls him off of the dolly and drapes an arm over him. 1…2…3!!!]
Jingler: And that’s it, Falcon with a moonsault onto a chair and a dolly has defeated Jay Quickness.
TQ: This definitely makes a case for why Falcon should be the Hardcore champion.
Jingler: Maybe next week.
[The referee pulls Falcon up and holds his arm in the air.]
Backstage
[GCW’s high definition cameras begin filming again, following the short commercial break. Cecil Cassidy, GCW’s lead backstage reporter, makes his way around the locker room in an attempt to catch an interview with one of GCW’s newest superstars, Eric Draven otherwise known as Dead Pool. Cassidy methodically makes his way to Dead Pool’s locker room and prepares to knock. Upon placing his hand on the door it swiftly swings open.]
CC: Dead Pool I came to get…What the!?
[Cassidy’s soprano voice shrieks in fear at the site in front of him. Dead Pool, while still breathing, is lying motionless on the floor. Blood is flowing freely from a 2-inch laceration on his forehead. Cassidy quickly vaults from the room in an attempt to find the paramedic unit.]
CC: Some one please help we have an injured individual in Room 4. He appears to be bleeding from the head and mouth.
[The paramedics make there way to the scene. Upon there entrance, they are stricken with the puzzling fact that neither his blood nor his body is left remaining. Cassidy dumbfounded as to the events that have just transpired signals off back to the arena.]
TQ: I don’t know what the hell just happened backstage, but it didn’t look good.
Jingler: Dear god, that was a frightening scene.
TQ: He was their, I seen it with my own eyes, then bam he was gone like that.
Jingler: If Dead Pool was playing a joke on old Cecil, it was definitally pretty sick.
TQ: Did you see the look on the face of Cecil?
Jingler: Yea, the poor man looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Lets get back to the action.
Steve Silveroak VS GBH
~ Television Title Match ~
Kara Jade: Ladies and gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the vacant GCW TELEVISION TITLE!!!! First, GBH!
[The lights in the arena cut out and a lone red spot light speeds over the fans as Queen's Gimmie the Prize fills the airwaves.]
TQ: He's been my pick from the beginning, just listen to the fans.
Jingler: Yeah, they're booing.
[Then GBH appears on the stage and the spotlight focuses on him as he makes he way to the ring as the fans boo and jeer ]
Kara Jade: And his opponent.... Steeeeeeve Silveroak!
[Abercocke plays as Silveroak runs from the back, slides in the ring and he and GBH tear into each other with rights and lefts. The bell rings. Silveroak wins the brawl and clotheslines GBH to the mat.]
Jingler: GBH down early here, Silveroak is a house of fire.
TQ: Long match though Stevey.
[Silveroak catches GBH and slings him into the ropes and nails a spinebuster. He grabs GBH's legs and turns him over in a boston crab and pulls back. GBH gets to the ropes almost instantly and Silveroak releases the hold after a four count from the referee. Silveroak stomps GBH twice before the referee pushes him off.]
Jingler: Silveroak better watch out here before something bad happens to him, like a disqualification.
TQ: Or a kick from GBH.
[Silveroak doubles over from the kick from GBH. GBH with two more kicks and then he fires a few punches. Silveroak reels, GBH goes for a clothesline, but Steve pulls him into a side slam, GBH wraps around his shoulders and a crucifix rollup can only get a two count. GBH and Silveroak jump up and tie up one more time, GBH with a headlock, attempted back suplex from Silveroak, GBH holds onto the lock.and rolls through it into the same lock.]
TQ: I don't believe this, GBH is holding on for all he's worth. A brawler doing technical moves here.
Jingler: It's better than a series of slams isn't it.
TQ: True. Wait, finally, Silveroak gets him over with a side suplex. GBH on the ground, cover from Silveroak, only a one count.
Jingler: Steve back to the attack with an elbow drop, another cover, another one count. It's going to take more than this to win a TV championship or any champions for that matter, here in GCW.
[Silveroak looks at the ref and tells him to speed it up. Silveroak picks GBH up, SMALL PACKAGE FROM GBH.. one, two.... two count. Silveroak gets up and knees GBH in the kidney as he stumbles up. Reverse suplex onto the ropes and then a hard right hand sends the dangling GBH crashing to the outside into the railing.]
TQ: After a small chance there from Silveroak, GBH finds himself outside and in the dirt.
Jingler: Silveroak isn't going after him, he's just waiting on GBH to get back to his feet, there it is, he's up, BASEBALL SLIDE FROM SILVEROAK SENDS GBH BACK DOWN!!!
TQ: Get up GBH, you're better than this.
[Silveroak leans over the ropes and taunts GBH. GBH finally gets back to his feet and catches Silveroak coming over the ropes with a savate chop to the throat. Silveroak grabs his throat and GBH sends him crashing headfirst into the ring post. Silveroak hits the post, bounces off, turns and gets caught by a hard right hand from GBH. Silveroak falls.]
TQ: Silveroak down on the ground.
Jingler: Steve is reeling.
[GBH stomps him twice, pick him up and throws him in the ring. GBH jumps in the ring and picks him up. Silveroak lies limp in GBH's arms. GBH goes for a powerslam, but Silveroak slides behind him and tosses him headfirst and backwards into the turnbuckle. Silveroak with the pin gets his feet on the ropes. 1...2...3!!!]
Kara Jade: Your winner and NEW GCW TELEVISION CHAMPION, STEVE SILVEROAK!!!
[The referee hands him the TV title as his music plays and GBH is checked on.]
Backstage
[Big Weaze and Stacy Status are seen walking into the arena. Two large men in black suits and sunglasses approach them.]
Big Weaze: What the hell do you want?
Man1: We have been sent to pick up Miss Status. Our employer is busy with a business deal.
Big Weaze: Employer?
Man2: You know… sounds like Steven Hawking.
Big Weaze: Oh…that dude. Guess he follows through on a deal. Where you taking her?
Man: We’ll take her to his side, and she shall stay there all night, under his protection, as per the deal. He insists half payment now, half at the beginning of your match.
Weaze: Cool… guess he is a pro.
[Big Weaze takes out two brown envelopes, handing one to the men. He embraces Stacy.]
Weaze: I’m gonna’ go warm up babe. These guys will look after you.
[They embrace, then the men lead Stacy towards the corporate boxes, whilst Big Weaze heads for the gym.]
Wolfe Rami VS Kyara Lyton
~ Global Title Match ~
Kara Jade: This match is scheduled for one fall and there is a 20 minute time limit and its for the Global Championship. Introducing first Kyara Lyton.
[The power flickers and then dies, white lights pulsating with Blinding brightness. Everyone is hushed in awe, the presence in the room filling the soul with fear and reverence. Pale mist, as if from clouds fills the space between the ramp and the stage. As eerie music plays in the background, the arena trembles as thunder shakes the floor under everyone’s feet while the music for “Better Version” By Shinedown hits. The lights now sweep out, in shades of darkest blues, purples, reds, all conflicting with the white strobe. As the first words hit, the Titan-tron shows a collage of a woman in a white gown, walking through an abandoned street. She is cut and bleeding and then drops to her knees before what looks to be an alter….She looks almost dead and In a flash of light from the titan tron the image vanishes and the power cuts completely, for a split second pause of silence and shock, then as white sparks alit the stage, she makes her entrance. Holding her hands towards the ring fire shoots down the side of the ramp, then stops, as the turnbuckles ignite in flames. She walks down the ramp and into the ring as the song finally reaches an end…in the blinding instant of conflicting fire and white light, Kyara has arrived...]
Kara Jade: And her opponent from Providence, Rhode Island he is Wolfe Rami.
[The lights inside the arena go completely out leaving two white spotlights to shine over the entranceway...Suddenly the sound of Warhorse from Megadeth begins to play over the PA System...]
Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets
My faults were letters carved in stone
As meaningful to you as words written in water
I'm left to walk this world alone
[Silver pyro shoots over the stage as the letter W explodes onto the ViewScreen...The music picks up...]
In a broken mold they made me
The black sheep of the family
Worth less than zero my opinion
And room temperature IQ
[Red pyro follows into a streaming glow of firework display as OLFE finish the word WOLFE on the viewscreen as Wolfe Rami steps out onto the stage paying no attention to the fans that encompass the arena...Through the pyro Wolfe makes his way down the ramp leaving one last explosion of silver and blue pyro to shoot off behind him...Wolfe steps into the ring posing on a corner turnbuckle before stepping back looking towards Kyara.]
TQ: This ones for all the marbles.
SJ: Both have worked hard to get where they are.
[Kyara and Wolfe stare each other down and then tie up. Kyara gets taken into a headlock and then spun to the ground where Rami locks her arms around her chest and pulls back. Kyara grimaces in pain but pushes backwards with her legs and rolls up on top of Rami, out of the hold and onto her feet. The crowd murmurs their approval as Rami climbs to his feet and stares.]
Jingler: Here in the opening moments, Kyara showing her speed and skill against the powerful Rami.
TQ: This may be a bit rough.
[Kyara ducks under the tie up attempt this time and kicks Rami in the heel, then in the back and then when he turns directly in the stomach. Rami bends over a bit and Kyara connects with a leg drop to the back of his head all the way to the canvas. Rami rolls from under her and jumps up at her with a shoulder to her stomach. Uppercut to the chin and Kyara falls to the mat.]
Jingler: Lyton down to the mat after that punch from Rami. Has he never heard of YOU NEVER HIT A WOMAN!!!
TQ: The way he did it though, just blatantly hit her hard. It’s a wrestling match Steve, it works just like that.
Jingler: For a title, I know, but dammit you’ve got to treat women with respect.
TQ: Even if they’re kicking the crap out of you?
[Back in the ring, Rami has put Kyara in a leg lock and has her down on the ground, pulling on it. Kyara pulls at her leg, kicks Rami’s leg, does everything she can to break free but to no avail. Rami pulls back farther and then lets go, leaving Kyara to attempt to get to her feet while nursing her leg. Rami knees Kyara in the chest and she falls into the ropes and Rami sends her over with a clothesline.]
Jingler: Wow! Rami wants that GCW Global Title.badly.
TQ: He’ll be the first since GCW closed down a while ago.
Jingler: Incredible, Lyton is still walking out there.
[Lyton uses the rail to climb up as she nurses her leg. Rami taunts her from the ring. The referee has reached four in his count. Lyton scowls into the ring and walks back up the steps into the ring. Rami advances toward her and backs off just in time to avoid a kick toward his throat.]
Jingler: Lyton went for that superkick to the throat but missed it by inches. She could have wrapped up that title right there.
TQ: Yeah, but she didn’t. And that’s all that matters. Rami was smart, moved out da way and now it seems like he is still on top of the match.
Jingler: We’ll see Quimby, I’m picking Lyton.
[Kyara ducks under a Rami clothesline and runs to the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm. She connects with a dropkick as Rami stumbles and then sweeps his legs out from under him and finishes the flurry off with a kneedrop to the forehead. Rami grabs his head as Lyton climbs the top rope. She fakes and Rami turns over to move out the way and then gets slammed by a diving legdrop from Kyara. She holds her leg as she turns over and covers Rami. The referee counts a barely two count.]
TQ: Gonna take more than that to take down the heart of a Wolfe.
Jingler: Interesting choice of words there Quimby, but it seems as if Kyara has set back up to do just that.
[Lyton wraps her hands into Rami’s hair and pulls him up and knees him in the stomach twice and then lands a DDT. She puts a headlock on Rami and keeps it held on as Rami claws at her arms, trying to get them apart. She straddles his back and pulls on the headlock. She pushes him off and then stomps him five or six times in the back of the head before going back to the headlock.]
TQ: Come on ref, those kicks should be banned!!
Jingler: Kyara’s doing what she has to do, including kicking a larger hole in the head of Wolfe Rami here tonight.
TQ: He doesn’t need to kick her head in to win the match.
[Wolfe gets to his feet as Kyara keeps the lock on. The fans start buzzing again as Rami punches Kyara twice in the side and then sends her into the ropes. He catches her in the powerslam position but slams her down in a side slam. He puts her head under his arm, picks her up, turns her around and perform a reverse suplex. Kyara bounces off the mat and clutches her stomach. Rami lays in a few boots of his own.]
TQ: Incredible here, Rami has come back here and slammed Kyara down. The first woman of the new GCW has made an impression here, but it may get a bit rough right now.
[Five seconds later, Kyara is again in Rami’s arms and he has her by her neck and tosses her into the corner. Rights and lefts flurry and Kyara blocks as many as she can and finally gets a boot in the middle of the flurry and Rami holds his crotch and falls into Lyton. Lyton jumps up onto the middle rope, grabs Rami’s head and performs a tornado DDT.]
TQ: No! Get up Wolfe!
Jingler: That’s her Tornado DDT out of nowhere! It’s over!!
[Lyton covers him but can only get a close two count Lyton stands up and then climbs the ropes. She spreads her arms out gracefully and flies off with a swan dive. She gets another close two count. She shakes her head and gets up, kicks Wolfe in the head and goes up top one more time.]
Jingler: High risk maneuver coming up for Lyton here. If she hits it, we may have a Global champion.
TQ: And… shooting star press!!! NOOOOO, RAMI MOVES AND LYTON CRASHES TO THE MAT.
Jingler: Rami with a cover here… 1….2…. NOOOOO, only a two count.
[Both competitors are on the ground now. The referee starts the mandatory ten count. 1…2…3… Rami stirs…. 4…5.. Rami is up to one knee, Kyara is clinging to the bottom rope. 6..7..8….. Kyara is up to one knee and the referee stops the count.]
TQ: They’re up! Kyara and Rami are up.. Wait…. Who is that??
Jingler: It’s Baggs!! Baggs is in crowd, in the front row.
[Camera pans to show Baggs watching the match.]
TQ: What the hell is he doing out here?
Jingler: No telling Quimby, maybe he just wants to be closer to the action.
TQ: Right.
[Rami knees Lyton in the stomach and puts her in a suplex position, grabs her arm between her legs and goes for the Last Stand and lands it. He pins Lyton but can only get a two count. Rami looks down at her and picks her up again. He looks out at the crowd and sees Baggs sitting there. Baggs waves at him and Wolfe raises an eyebrow.]
Jingler: Wolfe finally catches the eye of Baggs, or vice versa. In whatever case, the two men have locked eyes.
[Wolfe pulls Lyton up and onto the top turnbuckle. He stands up on the second, puts her head between his legs and drops off, slamming Lyton headfirst into the mat with a super-piledriver. He rolls her over and covers her. Baggs jumps the rail as the referee counts. 1.. Baggs reaches into the ring… 2… grabs Lyton’s leg and puts it on the ropes. 3…. The ref looks up to call the bell but then he sees the leg on the ropes.]
TQ: YES, RAMI HAS DONE IT!!!
Jingler: Lyton’s foot was on the rope though, this can’t be it. Nooooo, the referee is shaking his head.
[In the ring, the bell has not rang. Lyton has slowly risen back to her feet. The referee tells Rami that the match continues. Rami turns around right into a savate kick to the throat and then a small package from Lyton. 1…2…3!!!!]
TQ: Bull**** Jingler, this is robbery. Lyton should not be the champion right now.
Jingler: Kyara Lyton is the NEW GCW GLOBAL CHAMPION. She is another champion crowned here in Global Championship Wrestling. What a night it has been so far and it’s not even over!!
[As the fans boo vehemently, the referee walks outside, grabs the brand new belt out of its case and brings it to the ring. Rami is holding his throat in the corner and staring daggers through Baggs. Lyton takes the belt and holds it high over her head.]
Backstage
[Scene opens inside the control box for the arena. We see producers and staff controlling the camera, with Paul Carter watching over their shoulder. Suddenly, Kasady Smoke bursts in, and shouts at Carter.]
Smoke: YOU! Get the hell out of my arena?
Carter: What? Are you on something Kasady?
Smoke: Don’t play with me Paul. You know exactly what I am talking about…
[Before Carter can reply, several security guards file in, and grab Carter, dragging him from the room. Carter shouts from out of sight.]
Carter: You think you won, Smoke, but the joke will be on YOU!
[Smoke shrugs, lights up a cigar, then turns towards the banks on monitors.]
Smoke: I am gonna’ enjoy being in control. HEY! YOU! Get Merc here now.
Grunt: He is…er…busy…sir.
Smoke: Busy? I employ him…how can he be busy?
Grunt: I understand he has…er… another job tonight…
Smoke: What? Ah…hell. I guess that is what I get for hiring a guy like that. Good job I have taken other measures.
[Smoke takes a sheet of paper from his briefcase. It is a GCW contract, but the signature is obscured. We fade back to arena.]
Jarek Magnum VS Side-Effect
~ Semi-Finals In the Universal Title Tournament ~
Jingler: This is amazing folks! another night of Meltdown is here and we are set to go with this match! It’s Jarek Magnum vs Side Effect!
TQ: personally I’m goin with the crazy one. It’s a safer bet.
Jingler: No way! I’m taking Jarek Magnum. The man knows how to do it and do it right.
TQ: I think we should just get them out here and let them fight already!
Jingler: I agree, Kara Jade, if you will!
Kara: the following match is scheduled for one fall and the winner will enter into the finals for the universal title! Introducing first, from Calabasas Hills, California, he is SIIIDDEEE EEFFFEECCCTTT!!!!
[A light fog has overtaken the arena, and the fans become silent. “My Plague (New Abuse Mix)” by Slipknot blasted along with red fireworks. Lines of thick red slowly fell down over the titantron screen. The fog slowly cleared and we see Side-Effect standing on the titantron, in front of his entrance video. A flight of black stairs descended under him and he is laughing. He then is in taking of his place upon the first stair and is making his way down toward the ring. Cheering is then thrown at Side-Effect and he is soaking it all up. Reaching the last step, Side-Effect leaped off and landed on one knee with his head down. Raising his head up, the camera does a close up and we see he is smirking. Making it to the ring, the stairs slowly ascended back up into the titatron’s special opening.]
Kara: and his opponent, from sunset beach, California, JAARREEEKK MAAAGGGGNNNUUUMMMM!!!!!!!!
"AND STILL I RIIIIIIIISE."
["Rise" by The Cult hits the PA system as the house lights start flickering into a steady strobe. Through the flicker, a lone beam of white light shines through the slowly reddening house lights. The beam falls upon Jarek Magnum who is standing in the entryway, looking up at the sky. He drops to one knee, bows his head and then leans back, stretching his arms behind him and yells to the Heavens. The fans cheer out and some scream with him. He jumps to his feet and walks down the ramp, slapping a few hands and smiling at some of the screaming women. He climbs in the ring and looks out to the fans, climbs up onto a post and crosses his arms over his chest, with the Heavy Metal sign showing with each of his hands. The fans cheer as the lights come back on and Magnum climbs down and leans against the corner.]
TQ: Here we go.
[The two tie up and Side Effect gets a quick lead with a powerful arm drag to Magnum, who gets up, taking Side Effect down with a leg sweep, and kicking him massively in the side. Effect to his knees, then his feet, and he spears Magnum who was waiting on him. Magnum takes the shot straight into the turnbuckle, and Effect rams him repeatedly. Finally Magnum gets his bearings and kicks Effect away from him.]
Jingler: look at this action! This is intense!
TQ: this is insane! Both men want this shot, you can tell that from the get go!
Jingler: I’m still with Mag. He can do it!
TQ: we shall see.
[Effect comes at magnum again, but he moves out of the way and Effect rams himself into the corner. Magnum with a whip into the ropes to come back with a massive clothesline. He covers and gets a one but effect has a shoulder up. Magnum grabs him and turns on an ankle lock, screaming at effect telling him to quit. Effect clawing his way to the ropes. . .almost there, but Magnum jerks him back to the middle and re applies the pressure.]
Jingler: this is simply too much! Tap out Side Effect!
TQ: Don’t! Hang in there man! You can do this!
Jingler: I can’t believe my eyes! He looks like he might really tap!
TQ: Show the old vet how it’s done! Come on!
[Effect is screaming, but he gets his leg up with a kick to Magnum. Another kick and then he makes it to the ropes. Magnum releases and runs back against one side of rope, while Effect pulls himself up on the other. Magnum comes flying but effect sees it and hits the mat, pulling the top rope with it. Magnum flies out of the ring and Effect follows, picking him up and throwing him back in. Effect throwing a flurry of punches and kicks, Magnum blocking some of them. Effect gets to his feet and then comes down again, trying to hit an elbow drop, but Magnum moved, and Effect lands hard.]
Jingler: A beautiful dodge by Jarek and things are looking up for him!
TQ: Side Effect coming back for more now, a whip to the ropes, it’s reversed, Magnum attempts a clothesline, he misses but nails that second attempt.
Jingler: these two are relentless! Such drive and power!
TQ: you sound like your describing a car you num nuts.
[Both men to their feet and breathing heavily. Side effect comes at Magnum, another tie up into a test of strength between the two. It’s a clean break and Magnum grabs Effect for a triple Suplex into a pin. 1….2…kickout by Effect. Effect Lifts Magnum and plants him with a severe Piledriver. Magnum is out, Side effect up on the turnbuckle, setting up, he jumps and connects with a five star frog splash!!!! He pulls magnum into a pin, the ref drops to make the count and Effect Pulls up on magnum’s tights and uses the ropes 1…2…3! It’s over!]
Kara: your winner and advancee to the final round, Side Effect!
Jingler: That’s not RIGHT! He cheated! That’s SO not RIGHT!!!
TQ: hey, method or motive, it don’t matter, the point is that Side Effect won!
The Big Weaze VS “Hollyhood” Jamal Jenkins
~ Semi Finals in Universal Title Tournament ~
[The arena lights go out and all can be heard is The Big Weaze's voice... 'It's time for the era of Destruction, hahaha!' As he speaks the lights come up and all that is visable is a small wall infront of the curtain. BOOM!! the wall crumbles as pyros go off at the front of ramp. 'Hellraiser' by Motorhead blares out over the PA system. Weaze stands in pose behind what is left of the wall, as he punches the wall down. He lifts his clenched right fist into the air as the crowd boo him. He has an intense look on his face as 'Miss Status' appears from behind him. The crowd cheer the beautiful manager, as the pair make their way to the ring. Weaze climbs the steps first and sits on the midle rope, holding the top rope high in the air, 'Miss Status' seductibely bends over infront of Weaze as she gets into the ring. Weaze gets into the ring and stands on the turnbuckle flexing his muscles.]
Kara Jade: The following contest is for one fall, and is the 2nd semi-final of the Universal Title Tournament. Already in the ring, accompanied by Stacy Status, and weighing in at 275lbs… BIG…..WEEEAAAAAZZZZEEEE!
[The crowd boos, as Weaze and Stacy raise their hands high.]
Jingler: Weaze is looking confident…but maybe it is a mistake to bring Stacy out here. So far Jamal has not been able to get his hands on her, but now, what is stopping him?
Quimby: It is not WHAT will stop Jamal…
[“Points of Authority” by Linkin Park blasts out.]
Quimby: IT’S WHO WILL STOP HIM!
Jingler: MERCENARY! What is he doing out here? He was defeated by Weaze last week…
[Mercenary quickly makes his way to the ring, and slides in. He stands only inches away from Big Weaze, staring ateach other.]
Jingler: Anything could happen here…anything…but THAT!?!
[Merc and Weaze shake hands, and as Weaze pulls his hand away, we can see a brown envelope left in Merc’s hands.]
Quimby: Weaze has hired Merc to protect Stacy. This is clever thinking from the big Brit.
Jingler: But is it just a deal to look after the woman, or will Merc be watching Weaze’s back, too?
Quimby: I guess we’ll see.
Kara Jade: And the challenger…the man known as Hollywood…. JAMAL… JENNNKIIINNNNSSS!
[Snoop Dog’s “Down 4 mah niggaz!” rings out, and Jamal Jenkins hip-hops out onto the stage. “H.O.L.L.Y.W.O.O.D!” scrolls across the Globaltron. Big Weaze slides out of the ring, and charges up the ramp. He reaches the top, and he and Jamal begin brawling.]
Jingler: Big Weaze did not wait for the bell…and until they reach the ring, the bell won’t ring.
Quimby: I guess Weaze took an exception to Jenkins’ promo’s this week.
Jingler: Wouldn’t you be upset if you saw your girlfriend on TV with another man?
Quimby: TWO other men. And I’d just be upset if I SAW your girlfriend. Geez, talk about ugly. This girl didn’t fallout of the ugly tree…she parachuted out of the ugly skyscraper…
[Jingler hits TQ with a clipboard. Jamal and Weaze continue to brawl on the ramp, and Stacy is trying to help her man, but Mercenary won’t let her. Weaze punches Jamal in the gut, then grabs him up into a military press.]
Jingler: Wow…look at the strength. He is pressing Jenkins up and down… thatis5 complete presses…ouch!
[Weaze steps forward, and lets Jenkins slams down to the metal behind him.]
Quimby: I wonder if this match will ever start?
Jingler: Weaze is being told by officials to take it to the ring. Someone grabs him by the shoulder to force him…NO! He just pushed that official right off the edge of the rampway! It’s 10 feet down!
Quimby: The little fool shouldn’t be interfering. And look… Big Weaze is bringing it to the ring anyway.
[Big Weaze drags Hollywood by the hair, and slides him into the ring. The bell rings, and Weaze drops for the cover.]
Jingler: This must be the fastest cover ever…a second after the bell rings…OOH! Kickout at 2. The impact with the steel floor was big…but not enough to put Jamal out of action.
Quimby: He is a tough one…they both are. This match should kick ASS!
[Weaze lifts Jamal to his feet, and whips Hollywood at the ropes…Jenkins ducks the big boot, and takes out Weaze’s other leg in the same move. The 7+ footer drops hard.]
Jingler: Big men are not so big when they are on their backs.
Quimby: I would disagree… I am REAL big when I am on my back…
Jingler: You are disgusting…
[Jamal rests in the corner for a few moments, recovering from the big impact earlier. As Weaze is standing, Jenkins runs and dropkicks him in the face. This sends the giant back to the mat, and Jamal runs at the ropes…springboards…]
Jingler: WOW! Springboard moonsault kneedrop! I thought he was going for the Lionsault there.
Quimby: No way…that move ain’t “Hollywood” enough for Hollywood.
[Jamal trash talks Weaze, most of it being Bleeped out. He then turns and heads towards the rope that Stacy is cheering Weaze on from. He reaches through for her, but Mercenary cuts him off, slapping his hand away. Jenkins then trash talks Merc for a while.]
Jingler: Sloppy…not paying attention to the match…and it has cost him.
[Weaze is back up, and he charges Jenkins, sending him spooling over the rope. Weaze steps through the rope, then stands on the apron...legdrop!]
Jingler: 375lbs landing on youlike that…it has got to hurt!
Quimby: You tell us, Steve. Don’t you get that all the time with your woman?
Jingler: Will you stop making cracks about my private life? It is none of your business…
Quimby: Oooh…tetchy. I think I hit a nerve fans…
[Weaze pummels away at Jenkins, while Stacy stands by applauding.]
Quimby: What is she doing? Weren’t she shacked up with Hollywood yesterday?
Jingler: That quite obviously wasn’t her. Jenkins probably hired a hooker who looked like Stacy.
Quimby: You saying a brother can only get laid if he pays for it?
Jingler: No…but you just did.
[Weaze shouts something at Mercenary, but the masked man shakes his head. Weaze picks Jamal up…LOWBLOW! Weaze doubles over, and Jenkins grabs the head…jawbreaker. Weaze bounces right back up to his feet, and Jamal jumps onto the apron, runs along, bends down and grabs Weaze’s head… Running bulldog!]
Jingler: I may not like the guy…but he has a lot to offer. He didn’t really get a chance to show off last week.
Quimby: There is a whole lot more to come yet.
[Stacy is screaming at Mercenary to help Weaze, but he just shakes his head, and restrains her from getting involved. Jamal taunts Big Weaze, and then taunts his manager, making “thrusting movements towards her. Weaze is fuming, and climbs to one knee…shuffle-side kick out of nowhere!]
Jingler: Hollywood is using Weaze’s weakness…Stacy. He lured Weaze into that one.
Quimby: Hey, I wouldn’t call her a weakness. One thing I would call her… DAYMNED FINE!
[Jamal continues his assault on Weaze, the referee demanding they return to the ring. Jamal does so, and slides Weaze back in also. He covers the big man, but only gets a two count. He drags Weaze to his feet by the hair, kicks out his right knee, and as Weaze falls forward, Hollywood grabs the head and slams it down in a vicious DDT.]
Jingler: After the initial attack, it seems Jamal has got this one back under control.
[Jamal covers again, but somehow Weaze manages enough strength to push Jamal right off him. Weaze staggers to one knee, holding his head. Jamal laughs at him, beckons Weaze to come for him. The big man refuses, holding his ground. Jamal instead runs at him. Weaze catches the cross body dive attempt, and keeps Jamal in mid air.]
Jingler: It doesn’t look good for Hollywood here.
Quimby: Not at all…
[Weaze shifts Jamal’s position, and grabs the throat.]
Jingler: Here we go! Weaze Chokeslam!
[BigWeaze fully extends his arm, holding Jamal at least 9 feet up. Jamal brings his knee upward, and slams it into Weaze’s face. As Jamal drops downward, he grabs hold of Weaze’s head, and SLAMSit down in another huge DDT.]
Quimby: Holy Crap!
Jingler: I echo that. Jamal’s feet were about 4 feet off the floor there, and he DDTed Weaze from that height! He was already feeling the impact of the first DDT!
[Weaze is out cold on the floor, and Jamal covers…One…Two…Jamals releases the pinfall. Hestands, and slides out of the ring.]
Jingler: What on earth is he doing? That could have been the 3 Count.
Quimby: Hollywood ain’t done yet.
[Jenkins grabs a nearby chair, and taunts it at the crowd. The referee warns him not to bring it in the ring, and Hollywood argues with him too.]
Jingler: What is he thinking? As soon as he uses that chair, he’ll be DQed. Why would he…
[SMMMAAACCCCKKKKK!]
Jingler: NO WAY! Hollywood just laid Mercenary clean out in front of us! Merc isn’t in the match, so Jamal cannot be DQed!
Quimby: Remind me never to piss Jamal off…
[Jamal Jenkins now stalks after Stacy, who has slid into the ring to check on Weaze…Jamal is after her. Now Stacy slides out, on the run.]
Jingler: RUN GIRL! Some bodyguard Merc is!
Quimby:How can he have expected that chair shot?
Jingler: Always be prepared…
[Stacy runs around the ring, trying to revive Mercenary. Jamal stalks around, laughing all the way. He grabs Stacy by the hair. Suddenly, somebody jumps over the railing.]
Quimby: What the hell? Security, get that guy out of here!
Jingler: WAIT! That isn’t a fan…It’s BAGGS!
[Baggs grabs Jamal, and pulls him away from Stacy. Hollywood, swings at Baggs, but the Hardcore Icon ducks, spins Jamal around… and throws his leg forwards and upwards…]
Jingler: FATAL BLOW! Baggs’ legendary Extreme Superkick! And Jamal has just been laid clean out!
Quimby: Surely that should be a DQ?
Jingler: The referee does not know what to do… Jamal got himself into that situation…And Baggs disappears as quickly as he appeared.
[Stacy drags Jamal slowly, and manages to slide him into the ring. Weaze has only just came to after the big DDT, and he notices Jamal laid out, and crawls over, throwing an arm over Hollywood.]
Jingler: This is a sickening end, but I guess Hollywood deserved it…
[All of the sudden Baggs slides into the ring and lifts Weaze up.]
TQ: Baggs just hit the Fatal Blow on Weaze as well.
Jingler: What the hell is going on here? Somebody needs to take control.
[All of the sudden GCW security comes running out. They get into the ring and sorround Baggs. Baggs slides out of the ring and the security follow him to the back.]
Jingler: Thank god someone step up to the plate and got security out of here.
[Right then Hollyhood gets to his feet and staggers over into the corner. He begins to climb the ropes.]
TQ: Jamal is a desperate man right now and deperate men will do desperate things.
[Hollyhood stands up on the top of the ropes and looks down at the downed Weaze. Hollyhood jumps.]
TQ: Their it is. It’s “Greetings from Hollyhood”.
Jingler: I have never seen anything like that. Jamal Jenkins just did a shooting star into a leg drop. That was amazing.
[Jamal sits their with his leg across the throat of Weaze as the ref counts 1….2….3.]
TQ: Jamal Jenkins advances. Jamal Jenkins advances.
Jingler: Looks like it’s going to be Jenkins VS Side-Effect for the Universal Title.
[Hollyhood gets to his feet and rolls Weaze out of the ring and then poses as his arm is raised in victory.]
Jingler: Good god, the chaos is finally over.
TQ: Or is it? Look at Weaze and Merc.
Jingler: Mercenary is back up, and Weaze isn’t happy.
Weaze: Protect? Protect? What the hell were you doing? If that guy hadn’t shown up…
Mercenary: Shut your trap. I did my job the best that I could. If you had done your job and hadn’t been on your ass, you could have stopped Jamal blind-siding me.
Weaze: I want my money back!
Mercenary: Your money…okay, I’ll give you it… Cash in Hand do?
[Merc kicks Weaze in the gut, and drops him with the patented reverse stunner known as “Cash in Hand”. Jamal has snuck back into ring, and is stalking behind Merc. Suddenly Baggs comes charging down the ramp, and Hollywood clears the ring.]
Jingler: What is going on? Baggs just made the save for Merc, and now they both have their hands raised…
[“Cocky” by Kid Rock blasts out, as Kasady Smoke makes his way to the ring. Various trash is thrown by the crowd.]
Jingler: Here comes Smoke. We saw him earlier evict Paul Carter from the building, perhaps now we shall get a explanation.
[Smoke gets to the ring, shakes the hands of both men, and grabs a mic.]
Smoke: Ah, shut the hell up. Nobody cares.
[The boos continue.]
Smoke: Whatever. I am out here tonight to wrap this show up by making two HUGE announcements. The first, concerns the signing of the man who I believe will be the making of this show. He is CURRENT Universal Champion, as he was the holder of the belt when we last closed our doors. Ladies and Gentlemen… I give you the Hardcore Icon… BAGGS!
[The crowd boo as Baggs struts round the ring. He soaks in the boos, before Smoke goes on.]
Smoke: My second announcement concerns our FORMER Co-President. Earlier today Paul Carter suffered a hostile takeover, and lost his share of GCW. His stock was bought by a consortium led by none other than myse…
[“Fortune, Fame, Mirror Bane, Gone Insane but the Memoryyyy Remaaaaaaaains" blasts over the arena loudspeakers. Smoke and company look up at the stage and video screen to see what this interruption is as a video plays of a man dressed in a business suit walks through the backstage area, briefcase in hand as "Memory Remains" by Metallica continues rocking through the arena. The video screen fades off and out from the back comes the same man. He stops at the top of the stage and drops the briefcase. Producing a microphone from the inside of his pocket, he holds his hand up and the music fades and the fans buzz.]
Man: You know Kasady, there are times when I wish I could concrete your jaws together so none of the rest of us would have to listen to your mindless banter all the time.
[The fans cheer as this new man points down at Smoke, who has been caught off-guard and looks every bit pissed off.]
Man: Ah, yes, you don't know who I am, nor do you know why I'm here, right? Well, since we're up to formal introductions. Ladies and gentleman, this is Kasady Smoke, also known as a jackass.
[The fans cheer again as Smoke walks toward the ropes. He barks an order at Baggs and Merc.]
Man: And I'm Michael Calcutt. A name that means nothing now, but soon will mean a great deal to superstar and fan alike. Hell Smoke, it might even register as meaning something to you.
[The fans quiet down to listen to what Michael Calcutt has to say. He walks to one side of the stage and looks out to that side of the arena and soaks up their admiration.]
Calcutt: Commissioner Smoke, tell me, what have you been doing the last few days
Smoke: Not that I think it is any of you god-damn business, but I have been busy organising this event.
Calcutt: But, what else have you been doing? Does the name Paul Carter ring any bells? For most of the fans here it should, owner of half of Global Championship Wrestling. Well, Paul Carter has been approached several times by you Mr. Smoke, hasn't he?
[Kasady nods and his crew move closer to the ropes to stand beside him]
Calcutt: Hell, you've even sent a goon or two to talk to him haven't you?
[Smoke looks across at Merc.]
Calcutt: Why Kasady, why bother the Co-Owner. Oh, that's right.... Paul Carter was putting up his stock in the company for sale. He had lost the desire to run this place along the side of Jeremy Chaplin. Dare I say, he got bored with professional wrestling.
[The fans boo just a little bit as Kasady looks around and raises the mic to his mouth.]
Smoke: You have good sources. And yes, that is correct. As I was about to tell the fans, before some fool with delusions of grandeur interrupted me. Give me a good reason not to send my boys down to kick yours ass all the way to Canada?
Calcutt: Kas…may I call you that? Kas, come now, must you get all hostile? You put your bid on the stocks, you sent your boy Mercenary to pressure Carter into selling you the half. Carter thought about it and accepted. Then, Chaplin stepped in.
[Kasady had a huge smile on his face, but at the last statement, the color drained from his face.]
TQ: What the hell is going on Steve? Who is this guy?
Jingler: I'm still a bit... worried.... some new man out here talking trash to our Commissioner.
Calcutt: Chaplin told Carter that you would only try and run the company into the ground. He told Carter of an outside source that wanted to buy the half from him. An outside source who wanted to make Global Championship Wrestling the phenomenon it has never been, take it that one level higher. Something Kasady that you have never, nor will ever do.
[Smoke tries to step through the ropes but his restrained as Calcutt laughs and nods in approval.]
Calcutt: So that Mr. Smoke here can understand me, I'm going to speak slow and loud. Michael... Calcutt... is... the... outside... source.
[The fans cheer as Kasady stares out in silence. Calcutt gets a look of rage on his face and points out to the ring.]
Calcutt: And I, as the new Co-Owner of Global Championship Wrestling Kasady, can only advise you to stay out of my way and keep them from getting in my face. I'm the authority here tonight, not you, this is my night, not yours. And to think, it could have been be you up here.
[He pulls a dollar bill out of his pocket, looks at it and smiles.]
Calcutt: But one dollar changed all of that. One dollar caused a rift in power between you and the owners, one dollar ruined your hope for domination here. Now, one dollar just makes you another employee. Next week, Meltdown, I begin my job, but before I go I warn you Smoke. Don't try anything at me, it will be gravely looked upon when opportunities are handed out. I don't want to hold your boys down, don't give me any reason to.
[Michael Calcutt drops the mic, picks up the briefcase and pulls out a folder with papers inside. He shows the contract and the stock notice to the camera, points to himself and says "I'm the Co-Owner, not that clown." He points back up to the ring and looks just in time to see Mercenary coming up the ramp. He takes a step back and watches as Nathan Masters runs from the back and knocks Mercenary off balance and off the stage. Kasady looks on as Masters shakes hands with Mr. Calcutt and the scene fades to the GCW logo and then to black.]
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