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Meltdown 3 - February 6th, 2004
JeremyChaplin, Tuesday, February 17 at 3:12 PM
Global Championship Wrestling presents Meltdown.
Live from the North Charleston Coliseum in North Charleston, SC. February 6th, 2004
Backstage
[Meltdown opens with a spinning GCW logo and the word "Meltdown" scratched through it. A limousine pulling up is the first thing we see, a long black one, stretched to make the impression. It rolls to a stop behind the North Charleston Coliseum]
Jingler: We have movement already here in North Charleston.
Quimby: We're about to find out who this flash is for.
[Before the chauffer could get to the back of the limo, the door opens and Michael Calcutt steps from within, dressed in a jet black business suit with a blue shirt visible from the opened jacket. He looks around and smiles, straightening his jacket and looking into the camera.]
Calcutt: North Charleston, South Carolina, I'm proud to say I'm from this very city myself.
[The crowd cheers louder than they already were.]
Calcutt: GCW Meltdown, the last before our pay per view, which still doesn't have a name. That will change. Tonight, a lot will change. Tonight is my first Meltdown as GCW Co-Owner. Tonight is my night. Get ready everyone, because Michael Calcutt has arrived. With that said, let's...
[He's cut off by a loud crash off to the side and as we turn we see Jamal Jenkins fly against the side of an eighteen wheeler.]
Calcutt: What the hell??
[He runs off toward Jamal and slows to a stop when he sees Side Effect come walking from where Jenkins was. He's carrying a shovel. He raises it up...]
Calcutt: SIDE EFFECT, DON'T YOU DO IT!!!!
[He smiles a little bit and brings the shovel come crashing down with a loud BANG on the cement not a foot from Jamal's head.]
SE: Get in the way, you might get hurt, boss...
[He brings the shovel up again across his shoulder and walks away toward the arena while Michael checks on Jenkins and the scene fades to the fans packed into the North Charleston Coliseum.]
Jingler: Welcome to GCW Meltdown Ladies and Gentleman!!!
[Camera pans across the crowd then the angle switches to the announcer's booth. Quimby is just now getting back into his seat with a Papa John's pizza in his hands. Steve stares at it and then back at him and then back up.]
Ringside
Quimby: Yes, this is going to be a night of action I think. Meltdown live from North Charleston, South Carolina. Let's see what's on deck.
Jingler: We have Nathan Masters vs. Wild Child, a new man with a new game for this new fed.
Quimby: And we have GBH and Omen testing the tag ground in GCW's first tag team match, against Suicidal Tendencies.
Jingler: Silent Tendencies I think. And then there's Quentin Fayte taking on Christian Hunter. Silence from both men could be golden, but we might have a shocker tonight. This could definitely be a stepping stone.
Quimby: Steve Silveroak defends his television title against Axl Levenworth, both men not being shy about their dislike for each other, should be a great match.
Jingler: And our main event, Big Weaze takes on Mercenary. Double the money owed if Mercenary loses. But he might also have his hands full with Nathan Masters lurking around.
Quimby: And we can't forget Michael Calcutt and Kasady Smoke. After Calcutt pretty much stole half of the GCW that Smoke was supposed to get, how will our Commissioner react, what does our new Co-Owner have planned?
[“Fortune, Fame, Mirror Bane, Gone Insane but the Memoryyyy Remaaaaaaaains" blasts over the arena loudspeakers.]
Jingler: I think we're going to find out right now.
[After a moment, Michael Calcutt walks from the back, his video still playing behind him. He walks down to the ring and up the stairs and into the ring he goes, producing a microphone from his suit. The fans cheer loudly as Michael Calcutt stands in the middle of the ring, soaking it in. He holds up his hand and brings the microphone up and begins.]
Calcutt: Glad you could all make it out here tonight, thank you for showing GCW the kind of fans we really are!!!
[The fans cheer loudly and some chant GCW.... GCW.... GCW....]
Calcutt: That's right, we're here, live and rolling for two solid hours. Now, I'm not out here to gloat over the fact that GCW is ripping the world apart, no. I'm here to give it some extra steam. You see, when I bought half of the stock in GCW, it was so I could make sure that this was a company of opportunity. So the fans won't have to see the exact same stars over and over again in the main event, nor battling for the titles.
[The fans cheer louder and chant GCW louder.]
Calcutt: But, we can take care of that soon enough, right now, we have a PAY... PER....VIEW to think about!!!
[The fans cheer again, louder than before.]
Calcutt: That's right, Global Championship Wrestling presents Reeeeebooooorn!!!
[Chants of Reborn and GCW are started.]
Calcutt: A night that wil feature Side Effect taking on Hollyhood Jamal Jenkins for the GCW Universal Championship.
[Boos.]
Calcutt: A night that we will also see Kyara Lyton taking on Adrian Williams for the GCW Global Championship.
[Cheers.]
Calcutt: And the night that I offer the GCW Open Challenge.
[Murmurs.]
Calcutt: Twenty GCW superstars, four will start off, every three minutes, four more will join until all twenty have entered. You eliminate your opponents by throwing them over the top rope to the arena floor where both feet must touch.
[Cheers.]
Calcutt: What does the winner get??? A title shot of his or her choosing at any point in time that he or she sees fit. And, this is to all of the stars in the locker room. You want in? Come to me, plain and simple. Or, I just might come to you.
["The Memory Remains" plays as Michael gets from the ring and heads back up the ramp.]
Jingler: Wow!!! Our new boss is having a field day with his new job, announcing two big matches for our first Pay Per View, GCW: Reborn.
[Video for Reborn is played.]
[Commercial break.]
Quinten Fayte VS Christian Hunter
Jingler: Welcome back ladies and gentleman. Finally, we get into our first matchup here tonight.
Kara Jade: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Tucson, Arizona, weighing in at 258lbs… he is Quentin FAYTE!
[Quentin walks to the ring to his music.]
[Christian Hunter comes down the ramp to his music.]
Kara Jade: In the ring, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 245lbs, he is Christian Hunter!
Jingler: Well two rookies here looking to make a good impression here on Meltdown.
[The bell rings.. DING! DING! DING! The two lock up. Fayte pushes Hunter down to the mat. Hunter gets up and Fayte nails him with a clothesline. Fayte then sends Hunter into the ropes and hits a back body drop. Fayte then falls down and covers Hunter 1..2..Hunter kicks out. Fayte then picks Hunter up and nails a vertical suplex. Fayte picks Hunter up, but Hunter rakes the eyes of Fayte. He then kicks him in the gut and drills Fayte with a piledriver. He covers..1…2… Fayte kicks out!]
Jingler: Neither men wasting any time. They are both very hungry and want a win.
Quimby: Fayte looks out of it right now. I don’t think he has the energy he needs to win this match.
[Hunter then sends Fayte into the ropes, but they both connect with a clothesline with both men lying motionless on the mat… the referee begins the ten count..]
Jingler: This isn’t good! Neither men look to be in shape to answer the ten count. (3…4…5…)
Quimby: Wait! What’s this?
[Rayne Jacobs makes his way down the aisle way. He reaches under the ring and grabs a table.. He places it in the ring and sets it up. He places Fayte on the table. He then drags Hunter over to the corner. Jacobs sits down on the turnbuckle.. lifts Hunter up and drops him down with a powerbomb crashing through Fayte and the table! The referee calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!]
Kara Jade: Ladies and gentlemen, due to interference, the referee has decided to throw this match out.
[Jacobs looks down at both of his victims and raises his arms.]
Jingler: See, that is something that is going to be cut out! There has been too many interferences in the past two weeks!
Backstage
[Walking through the halls of the North Charleston Arena Wolfe stands beside Eris his new manager…Both entangled in conversation…]
Wolfe: Do not come down to ringside tonight…Here is a ticket go into the crowd and wait until after the show…
[Eris nods]
Eris: Alright…Just don’t get hurt tonight…
Wolfe: Hmmm…Someone worrying…How quaint…Just go to the crowd…
[Walking away from Wolfe after accepting the ticket Eris heads towards the fan’s viewpoint of tonight’s show…Turning a corner Wolfe whistles leaving Xander to bolt to his side…]
Wolfe: Good it is time…
[Wolfe returns to his dressing room and produces a bag…Opening the bag Wolfe resides a Small Axe into view…Pulling it out and continuing on with a clear focus a camera man walking in front of Wolfe leaving him to grab the camera man by the collar and pull him towards the exit of the arena…standing before the door that leads into the parking lot Wolfe smiles…ordering the camera man to begin shooting…]
Wolfe: Baggs…I am not a violent man…But when you leave this arena tonight look at this Axe…You have been marked…you will be dealt with…I bet you thought I was going to come right out and attack you tonight…Fear not…for I am merely returning the favor of last week…Be no scared…for time will allow that soon enough…
[Wolfe hurls the Axe with enough force planting it into the door…The camera man moves to a side shot of the axe revealing the word Baggs on the side as if written in blood…Video fades]
Suicidal Tendencies VS Omen & GBH
Jingler: Wow, it looks like Wolfe Rami is a bit teed after his loss to Kyara Lyton.
Quimby: Steve, Baggs cost him the match.
Jingler: And?
Quimby: Whatever, let's get going with GCW's first tag team match.
Jingler: So, All in all what do you think? Suicidal Tendencies, or GBH and Omen?
Quimby: Tough call, Tendencies has been pretty silent, but GBH and Omen have nothing to hide.
Jingler: your right, well, let’s see shall we?
Quimby: Yes, let’s. Kara if you will?
Kara: The following is a tag team match and scheduled for one fall. Introducing 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. 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: and his partner, OOMMMMEEENNNN!!!!
[Omen enters.]
Kara: and Their opponents: SUICIDAL TENDENCIES!!!!!
[Sucicidal Tendencies enter.]
[GBH in first and Mike Andrews for their teams. Mike jumps over a swift leg sweep but GBH gets in with a few quick shots to his midsection. Andrews up and nails a sharp kick to GBH’s side, GBH retaliates with an elbow to the jaw of Andrews, then picks him up nailing a beautiful suplex. Covers for a one and Andrews gets his shoulder up. GBH stands and Andrews sweeps his feet out from under him quickly locking in a figure four.]
Quimby: powerful start from both GBH and Andrews.
Jingler: I’m sure that it’s going to get a lot tougher for GBH to walk with the way that Andrews is applying that pressure.
Quimby: if your looking to keep a man grounded, this is definitely one way to do it!
[GBH struggles to break the hold and finally with a desperate attempt he sits up and nails Andrews in the face. Andrews releases and both of them crawl to the ropes. The Tags are made and both Omen and Ron Jacobs are in. Ron ducks under a punch but Omen comes back with a spinning kick to the back. Ron hits his knees, but recovers quickly and spears Omen into the turnbuckle, ramming his head into Omen’s stomach repeatedly. Omen gets his foot up though and it connects with Ron’s head, knocking him backwards. Omen takes a breath and runs at Ron, who’s standing and just avoids an elbow to the throat, grabbing Omen’s arm and whipping him to the ropes.]
Quimby: these two are both very fired up competitors!
Jingler: The beauty of it all is that you can’t simply pinpoint what the other man is going to do here.
Quimby: I’ll agree with that! You have to be quick and prepared here, for anything that might get thrown your way!
[Back in the ring Omen has taken control and lands a beautiful leg drop to Ron. He covers and gets a two count, but Ron kicks out. Ron to his feet swiftly and to the ropes, jumping off to land hard on him. Omen down and motionless. He kicks out and crawls slowly to GBH, and the tag is made. GBH grabs Ron, sets up and executes a DDT perfectly.]
Jingler: the fun thing about these matches is that there are multiple ways it can end!
Quimby: but there are also so little. I mean, you gotta get it and go. You can’t waste time.
Jingler: a beautiful high risk maneuver there by GBH and Ron has got to be dead!
Quimby: the man isn’t moving!
[Ron barely conscious and GBH covers, but Andrews breaks it up and makes a tag. Ron rolls away, and Andrews starts throwing punches left and right. GBH grabs him and whips him to the ropes, coming at him for a strong Gore, but Andrews moves and GBH hits hard. Andrews covers but GBH kicks out and after regaining strength and knocking the sense out of Andrews he brings him up and hits his finisher for a cover and a pin for the 1…2…3!]
Quimby: THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!
Jingler: IT’S OVER!!!THEY WON!!!!
Kara: your winners, OMEN AND GBH!!!!!
Backstage
[The scene opens in North Charleston Arena in Charleston, SC. The entrance door swings open and Hood Hefner emerges into the North Charleston Arena. Hood Hefner is wearing a red and black sweat suit with his GCW Hardcore title slung over his shoulder and his duffle bag in his right hand. Hood Hefner continues to walk down the hallway and bumps into Cecil Cassidy when he turns at the end of the hallway. Cecil Cassidy begins to speak.]
"Hey there Mr. Hefner, how is everything going for our GCW Hardcore champion." Cecil Cassidy asks Mr. Hefner.
"Im doing good, have you seen this freak Falcon around?" Hood Hefner asks.
"No, I dont think he has made it to the arena yet." Cecil Cassidy explains.
"Yea! thats good, cause he likes to run his mouth alot and I plan on putting a stop to it tonight. Falcon will remeber my name." Hood Hefner says with a grin on his face.
"Well what are your feelings about your lost at the last meltdown?" Cecil Cassidy asks Hood Hefner
"Well, I cant complain I guess I wasnt on my A game. He was right, but it will be the last time that he will win me, cause now Im brining up my game up a couple of notches." Hood Hefner says with a smile on his face.
"Do you think you have what it takes to hold that GCW Championship a little longer?" Cecil Cassidy asks.
"What kind of a f'n question is that, Of course I have what it takes to hold this hardcore title longer, there aint nobody in tha GCW now that can take it away from me, and if they do it will be ova my dead body." Hood Hefner say while he walks away from Cecil Cassidy.
Nathan Masters vs. Wild Child
Jade: The next match is scheduled for one fall…First the Challenger…Hailing from Houston Texas here is NATHAN MASTERS!!!
[The lights in the arena all go out, except for the PrimeTron lighting up. On it we see a darkness with a haze of wrestling moves in the back ground. A lone guitar begins playing a rift, a rift to “Almost Over” by Limp Bizkit. Fred Durst can be heard..]
Learned how to rap as a little boy..
Took a lot of crap as a little boy..
Always had to fight back as a little boy..
Always under attack as a little boy..
Never got good grades as a little boy..
I was locked in a cage as a little boy..
Still I never was afraid as a little boy..
I was feedin' my rage as a little boy..
It's time to blow they minds..
[The lights in the arena still dark, a lone spotlight shines upward from under the stage, making a silhouette around a lone figure standing at the top of the stage. The man looks down as the singer continues.]
Learned how to lose as an older man..
Sang a lot of blues as an older man..
But I saw it all through as an older man..
Put together my crew as an older man..
Felt a lot of pain as an older man..
I established my name as an older man..
People piss on my game as an older man..
Ain't nothin' gonna change as an older man..
It's time to blow they minds now, baby..
It's time to blow they minds now, baby..
Come on and cry now, baby..
Ya'll know it's my time now, baby..
Come on!
[The lights in the arena spring to being fully bright as the guitarist in the track can be heard going crazy. The hard rock sounds accompany Nathan Masters as he steps out onto the ramp. He shouts to the crowd, but he can’t be heard over all of the cheers. The crowd chants, “Will not die! Will not die!” Nathan walks down the aisle, shaking hands and giving high fives the whole way down. He jogs up to the ring and slides in. He takes a few moments to hop up onto each turnbuckle and point out the crowd, which is now a perfect mix of camera flashes and droning cheers. He steps down and awaits the events of things to come.]
Jingler: Nathan Masters has had a rough couple of weeks it will be interesting to see if he can come back from all of it here and now…
Quimby: Quit playing the sorrow song for Masters…
[Back to the ring]
Jade: His opponent…making his way down the isle hailing from Birmingham, Alabama…HERE IS WILD CHILD!!!
[Wild Child’s music hits as he comes down to the ring]
Jingler: This is the first time we have had a chance to see this man in the ring…Should be interesting…
Quimby: Just look into his eyes you can see he is going to win here…
Jingler: Since when did you become perceptive?
[The match begins as the fans seem behind Masters…who locks up with Wild Child in the center of the ring managing to push him off and connect with a stalled clothesline…Masters fly’s off the ropes and hits a standing knee lift as Wild Child attempted to get back to his feet…Making a quick cover the referee makes it to the one count as Wild Child kicks out]
Jingler: That may have been a premature cover there…
[Masters lifts Wild Child back to a vertical base and whips him off the ropes…Wild Child ducks under and attempted clothesline and reverses coming off the opposite side and hitting a bulldog in the center of the ring going to one knee as he catches his breathe…Wild Child stands back up and begins laying in boots to the head of Nathan Masters before moving to the second rope and coming off with a mid flying elbow drop…Wild Child lifts Nathan back up to his feet and whips him into the corner following up with a running shoulder tackle in the corner sending Nathan down to his knees before Wild Child connects with a dropkick to Nathan’s face]
Quimby: That was a hell of a thing…
[Wild Child has Nathan back up and attempts a standing snap suplex blocked by Nathan who hits his own suplex falling down to the ring]
Jingler: This may be the turning point of the match here…
[The referee begins to administer the 10 count, which is broken at four as Wild Child is back up with Nathan Masters following suit…Wild Child attempts to lay in shots about the head of Nathan leaving Nathan to block them and hit a DDT out of desperation…Nathan drags Wild Child over to the corner after getting back to his feet…Moving to the second rope rope Nathan is pushed forward by the cheers of the crowd as he hits a Split Legged Moonsault and covers Wild Child]
Quimby: Oh come on now Child your supposed to be winning here…
Jingler: Impartial…
[The referee makes it to a 2 count with a near fall leaving Nathan to stand in a corner and wait as Wild Child comes back to his feet only to have Nathan hit a springboard missile dropkick much to the delight of the crowd]
Jingler: He is pulling out all the stops here…
[Nathan whips Wild Child into the ropes after bringing back to his feet…Telegraphing a back body drop Nathan ducks to early and is hit with a DDT in the center of the ring as both Men are down]
Quimby: Wild Child isn’t out here…
[The referee stops the 10 count at 6 as Wild Child makes it back to his feet hitting a German Suplex after a standing switch…rolling into a second he connects…Signaling out to the crowd Wild Child goes for a third only to have Nathan Block the move with his leg…powering out hits a spine buster before collapsing back to the ring ropes…]
Jingler: This match is shifting once again here…
[Wild Child is up to his knees leaving an opening for Nathan Masters who hits the Shining Wizard]
Jingler: GO FOR THE COVER GO FOR THE COVER!!!
[Nathan is up to his feet looking out at the crowd the camera focuses on a fan wearing a Mercenary Mask as Wild Child sneaks up from behind and rolls him up for the 1…2…3…and the win]
Quimby: I TOLD YOU HE WAS GOING TO WIN!!!
Jingler: This seems to me to be a hoax, Nathan Masters was caught off guard.
[Wild Child exits the ring, leaving Nathan Masters stunned on his knees. He looks over at the guy wearing the mask and he points at him. The person takes the mask off to reveal a woman. Masters gets out of the ring and snatches the mask from her and looks up to the stage where most of the fans have turned. There stands Mercenary. He and Masters meet in the middle of the ramp exchanging blows.]
Jingler: What the hell??
Quimby: The night has just started too, we might need to get all of Charleston's finest to keep everyone away from each other.
Jingler: We may need the SWAT team Tyrone.
Quimby: Durn skippy Steve.
[A few security guards break up the brawling duo, but not before Mercenary can get a chop into the throat of Masters. He sputters as Mercenary walks back up the ramp, chuckling, his mask rising and falling a little bit.]
Quimby: Serves him right, he got in the middle of Kasady Smoke's business.
Jingler: He came out to help our new Co-Owner from getting blindsided.
Quimby: What a swell guy.
Jingler: And it drips with sarcasm.
Backstage
[In Michael Calcutt's office, the Co-Owner stares into his laptop's live video feed of Meltdown with a disgusted look on his face. He smirks and shakes his head. He gets up and straightens his suit and brushes his hair back with his hand.]
Calcutt: We are not doing this tonight, I don't care how fun it may seem. I will not sit by and let my superstars destroy each other while not in competition. First Side-Effect and Jenkins and now Nathan Masters and Smoke's monkey boy Mercenary. It's chaos already and chaos simply will not do.
[He opens up his door and walks out.]
Jingler: Michael Calcutt is coming this way..
Quimby: And he doesn't look happy!!!
[Commercial break.]
[Michael rounds the corner just in time to see Falcon standing at the same vending machine he had the argument with Hood Hefner. Falcon is heard laughing, He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a single. He places it into the machine and recieves his beverage. He turns around and begins to walk down the corrider and makes a sharp turn only to bump into Hood Hefner.]
"Eh...yo..what tha fu*k." Hood Hefner screams out.
"Oh shi................"
[Falcon is stoped by a right hand from Hood Hefner. Falcon grabs his jaw bone in pain, Hood Hefner continues the punches while Falcon is trying to fight back. Falcon finally connects with a punch to Hood Hefners gut causing him to lean foward, just then Falcon grabs Hood Hefner for a snap powerbomb.]
Calcutt: Jesus, not again.
[ At the last second Hood Hefner reverse it into a DDt busting Falcons open across the floor. Hood Hefner stand over Falcon and begins to speak. ]
"You see falcon you aint nothing, you see how easy that was." Hood Hefner says with a smile on his face.
"You....Stupid........Motherfu*ker." Falcon mubbles.
"What!" Hood Screams, as he continues to hit Falcon.
[Finally the security get to the carnage, and begin to break everything up. They grab Hood Hefner and slap the cuffs on him for not wanting to stop.]
"Uhm we gonna need the EMT's over here, he is pretty banged up." One of the security guys says.
Calcutt: JAY, HOOD, WHATEVER IT IS YOU GO BY!!!
[Quickness turns around.]
"What you want beeyitch?" Hood blurts.
[His eyes get big and he apologizes.]
"Oh muh bad boss, what you want wit Hood?"
[Calcutt gets up in his face.]
"No, Quick, I don't, but I do want you to defend your hardcore title. At Reborn, you and Falcon for the Hardcore Championship. And, if you have a problem with that, get over it."
"And what if I don't."
"You know what. Congratulations, you are my first entrant into the GCW Open Challenge. You won't be competing once, you'll be competing twice, that suit ya fine bud?"
“Yo, I’ll win dat thing, aint no difference to Hood.”
“We’ll see, once I lower my other boom on the Hardcore division later.”
[He walks off leaving Quickness there with a nasty look on his face.]
Jingler: He's mad, completely mad.
Quimby: Maybe, but he's got a couple of great ideas it seems like.
Jingler: We can only assume Quimby, let's get back to the ring for more action.
Steve Silveroak VS AXL Levenworth
(TV Title Match)
Quimby: Let’s see our television champion in his first defense.
Jingler: The next contest is the first defence of the TV title for Steve Silveroak.
TQ: Against some nobody who cannot even spell his name properly.
[“Ride the Lighting” by Metallica rings out, and Axl steps out from the curtain. He receives a mixed response from the crowd, but mostly cheers.]
Kara Jade: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the GCW Television Title. First, the challenger, from Los Angeles, CA, and weighing in at 259lbs… AXL…LEVENWORTH!
[He reaches the ring, raises his fist, and in return receives a moderate pop from the crowd.]
Jingler: This crowd warming to the newcomer.
TQ: Just watch…they will boo a true talent.
Kara Jade: And his opponent, he is the GCW TELEVISION CHAMPION… weighing in at 220lbs and hailing from New York………STEVE…. SILLLLVVEEERRRROOOAAAAAKKK!
[Akerocke’s “Son of the Morning” blasts out, and Silveroak appears, to boos from the crowd. He has the TV Title over his shoulder, and flips off a few people before reaching the ring. He begrudgingly hands the title belt to Kara, and slides into the ring.]
Jingler: The bell rings, and this one is under way.
[The two men charge, and lock up… Axl comes out with the upper hand, whipping the Champion at the ropes. Clothesline from Axl sends Silveroak to the mat. Levenworth starts laying the boots into the downed champ, and then drops an elbow to his head.]
Jingler: Axl is starting like a cat out of hell here.
TQ: He knows that he has to… If Silveroak ever gets the upper hand, Axl won’t stand a chance.
[Levenworth lifts Silveroak up…throw an arm over his throat…and slams him down…armbar. Axl pulls back, pressuring Steve’s shoulder. Silveroak struggle to get to the rope, but Axl lets go, grabs his waist, and lifts him right up and over into a german suplex.]
Jingler: Well, as debuts go, this one is looking impressive.
TQ: For now…
[Axl drops for the cover, but Silveroak quickly kicks out. Axl lifts him, and the TV Champ grabs his opponent’s leg…rollup! Kickout at 2. Both men jump back up, and again charge at each other. They both throw arms outwards…double clothesline!]
TQ: Damn…they nearly decapitated each other.
Jingler: Both men are down, and the referee is starting the count.
[The referee gets to about 5, and they bewgin to stir. Silveroak pulls himself up in the corner, as Axl is to one knee. Axl runs at the champion, but Steve avoids him, and slams him down with a drop-toe hold, Axl’s head slamming into the bottom turnbuckle.]
TQ: HA HA! Did you see his head bounce there? I think his neck snapped in half!
[Silveroak sits on Axl’s back, and pulls back on his neck, in a modified camel clutch… Axl reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, but Steve does not release the hold. The referee lays the 5 count on, and Silveroak only release the hold when forced to do so by the referee.]
Jingler: He should have done that as soon as Axl grabbed the rope.
TQ: Says who… he has 5 seconds to release.
Jingler: A nice person would let go straight away.
TQ: Who said he was nice? Nice guys finish last
[Steve now lifts Axl up, and slams him into the turnbuckle. He flips Axl over…]
Jingler: Tree of woe! Axl is hanging upside down! And Silveroak slides out of the ring…
[Steve grabs Axl’s neck, and bends it around the ringpost. Axl shouts in pain, as the referee again lays the 5 count on Silveroak. This time, Steve releases straight away, and jumps up to the top turnbuckle…]
TQ: Oooohhhh….guess there wont be any “little” Axl’s…
[Silveroak drops off the turnbuckle, right between Axl’s legs, feet first. Levenworth drops to the mat, and Silveroak drags him to the middle of the ring…cover…]
Jingler: Axl took a big shot there, but has the piece of mind to kick out at 2. Now it is Steve’s turn to lay the boots in.
[Silveroak kicks Axl a few more times, before dropping a knee on Axl’s forehead, and grinding it in. He then stands, and places his fight foot on Axl’s throat, and steps over, putting all his weight onto the throat of his opponent.]
Jingler: That is sick! He could break his windpipe!
TQ: The guy knew the risks when he signed the contract.
[The referee tells Silveroak to calm it down, and Steve shrugs, as if to say “What did I do?”. As Silveroak turns his back to the referee, he jabs Axl in the eyes with his thumbs, out of sight from the official. He lifts Axl up, and whips him.]
Jingler: REVERSAL! And Axl is making a signal!#
[Axl scoops Silveroak up, and drops him onto his shoulder in a Diamond Cutter… Silveroak manages to push out before his faces contacts… Axl rebound off the rope, to a dropkick from Silveroak.]
Jingler: Axl was looking for the Triple Corpse Hammerblow, but the champion reversed out of it…and now he is heading up top…
TQ: SILVEROAK SPLASH!
[Steve flies upwards in a huge moonsault, and slams onto Axl. He holds for the cover… One…Two…THREE!]
Kara Jade: You winner, and STILL GCW Television Champion…STEVE SILVEROAAAKKKK!
Jingler: Silveroak defends his title, but a promising show from newcomer Axl.
TQ: Promising my ass. He sucked.
Jingler: Did you watch the same match we did? We’ll be right back fans.
[Commercial break.]
Ringside
[Down in the ring the lights cut out and “Better Version” by Shinedown hits. Kyara walks out onto the stage, looking upset, but wearing her title belt. Another woman heads out with her, and both of them make their way down to the ring. Kyara slides in, and the woman steps inside gracefully. Grabbing a mic Kyara waits for the hush of the crowd before speaking.]
Kyara: so close. Do you all realize how very close I was…to winning?
[The crowd murmurs amongst themselves in confusion.]
Kyara: Firstly, I’m changing my disposition. I’ve seen a new way. The things I fight for, the things I want to honor are not that of the dark, though it’s been of fond comfort to me. I fight for truth, for honor. Above all honor. And heel’s are not honorable people. I was under a guise of doing what was right, but in reality I was justifying every wrong action I ever made.
[The crowd starts to cheer a little, pleased by her decision. She smiles and continues.]
Kyara: And you are to thank for that as well. because you cared about my match. You people, all of you, spend your hard earned money to buy tickets, to see me wrestle. You support me, cheer for me, dare I say you all even like me.
[Cheering louder]
Kyara: But, for the longest time I thought that I had to make it on my own. I don’t. I have you, I have my best friend Shilynn. And I have my Sensai. You have helped me and now, I have decided to give back to you the support you give to me. now with that said, Wolfe…I know your back there. Somewhere. And I apologize. You had me down for the 1…2…3. but, as it happened, Baggs, whoever you are, you came, you helped me out, you put my foot on that rope and made the ref call. How could you?! What the hell where you thinking? Did you not hear us? We wanted no interference whatsoever. We wanted an honest win or lose situation, and you come down and blatantly kill that off. You’ll get yours my friend. I’ll see to it. but not by my hands, no, your battle will be with Rami who I’m sure has much to say to you in his own time. I just can’t believe you, I want to be respected in this place. I want to earn what I get and I want to fight for it. you killed that once, It will not happen again. You see I have a manager. My sensai, Charisma Evans has stepped up to take a managerial position in my life, and I just wanted to introduce her to you all now.
[Charisma waves and the two walk back up the ramp to cheers from the fans.]
Jingler: A change of heart for our Global Champion, but will it be enough to stop the aspirations of greatness from Adrian Williams? Only time will tell I think.
Quimby: I’m looking forward to this… It’s time for our Main Event Steve.
Jingler: That it is!! Wait, we have a report of Jamal Jenkins backstage.
Backstage
[Jamal Jenkins slips around a corner just in time to catch Side Effect with a clothesline, knocking him to the floor. Jenkins mounts Side Effect and pounds on him with rights and lefts. Side Effect shifts his weight, knocking Jenkins into the wall. Side Effect punches Jenkins once, but misses the second and crushes his hand into the wall. He stumbles back, holding his hand in agony. Jenkins throws him headfirst into the wall.]
Jingler: Eeesh, this is crazy, these two men hate each other.
Jenkins: HEY PUNK, YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE ATTACKING SOMEONE FROM BEHIND? STUPID MOTHER******.
[He boots Side Effect twice in his face and steps back and looks down at him. Side Effect looks up and laughs.]
Side Effect: Is that all you can muster Jamal, is that it?
[Jamal kicks him in the stomach and picks up the same baseball bat that had been used in one of the matches earlier in the show. He swings it up and goes for a home run, connecting with Side Effect’s shoulder.]
Jenkins: I din hit yo head cuz I din wan you to sue me, ya punk. Bring it to Reborn, I got sumthin fo ya.
Side Effect: *laughing* Come now, we all know that a hoodrat can’t find glory.
[Jamal Jenkins gets wide-eyed and backs off slowly, tossing the bat down. Michael Calcutt strolls around the corner just in time to see Side Effect on the floor and Jenkins standing over him. He shakes his head and picks the bat up. He puts it across his shoulder and looks down and then over at Jenkins, who is staring him down.]
Calcutt: One good turn deserves another I imagine. Just, stay away from each other until Reborn, please, I don’t want my two Universal title competitors not being able to walk much less compete.
Jenkins: Hey, he start it, I finish it.
[Michael Calcutt walks off as Jenkins does in the other direction, leaving a paramedic to take a look at Side Effect’s shoulder.]
Jingler: This is getting more messed up, Michael Calcutt is having trouble keeping everyone in line.
Quimby: No, he’s not, everyone is rebelling is what it is. It’s time for him to show everyone who’s boss.
Jingler: Okay, maybe, but right now, it’s time for the main event.
Mercenary vs. Big Weaze
Kara Jade: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be decided under hardcore rules. Introducing first.... BIG WEEEEAAAAAAZE!!!!!
[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 pose, as he punch 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: And his opponent, Theeeee Mercenaryyyy....
[An electronic voice rings out across the arena: -
"Anyone...
Anywhere...
Anytime!"
["Points of Authority"by Linkin Park blasts out, and the WhiteSmoke Enterprises Logo fills the GlobalTron. The masked man steps out, as his video package runs. He is wearing a t-shirt with "Forfeit the Game!" on it. He storms to the ring, not looking left nor right.]
[Mercenary barrels into Big Weaze and hits him repeatedly and Weaze just stares down at him. Weaze with an attempt at a right hook, Mercenary ducks and kicks him twice in the gut and then once in the small of the back. Weaze moves a little bit.]
Quimby: It'll take a dang Mack to take that man down.
Jingler: Well, this is a hardcore match.
[Weaze laughs at the blows from Mercenary. A swift kick to the groin changes that. Weaze puts both of his hands over his precious and drops to a knee. Mercenary kicks him numerous times in the head and Weaze falls over. Mercenary with more kicks and stomps and with a pin can only get a one count before he is catapaulted up and over the top rope to the outside.]
Quimby: Shades of Royal Rumble 1994 right there!!!!
Jingler: Yeah, a bench press over the top rope.
[Mercenary gets back up and runs back in the ring as Weaze gets back to his knees. Weaze blocks a kick and slams Mercenary while on his knees! Weaze gets up and backhands Mercenary into the corner. Weaze charges in looking for a knee, but Mercenary moves and catches Weaze with a springboard enziguri. Weaze stumbles and Mercenary clothestlines him to the outside.]
Quimby: This is going to be ugly. Weaze is a big nasty man. Mercenary is just intense.
Jingler: No weapons used yet. This might go by tame.
[Miss Status walks over to Weaze and checks on him, handing him a pair of brass knuckles. She trots off just as Mercenary jumps to the outside. HUGE RIGHTHAND FROM WEAZE. Mercenary stumbles headfirst into the ring post, smacks it and then falls. Weaze with the cover. 1...2...KICKOUT!]
Jingler: Weaze couldn't pull it off right there. Miss Status with a failed assist. Mercenary lucky to kick out there.
Quimby: True, what a shot that was.
[Replay of the punch, splitscreen with Weaze dropping a huge elbow on Mercenary and another close three count. Replay goes away as Weaze picks Mercenary up.and tosses him backfirst into the ringpost. Mercenary falls off and Weaze puts him into a bearhug.]
Quimby: This'll suck the energy straight from within this man.
Jingler: Did...
Quimby: Shut up Steve, I graduated college just like you.
[Mercenary pulls a bottle of pepper spray from his pants and squirts some into Weaze's eyes. His eyes were closed, but it stings nonetheless. He drops Mercenary. Merc staggers to his feet and grabs a steel chair. He winds up and takes a mighty swing at Weaze, but he ducks! Weaze squeezes on Merc's ribs into the bearhug again, but this time Merc lands four chair shots to the head and the bridge of the nose.]
Quimby: Mercenary fights for all he's worth, and he's busted Weaze open here, his nose is pouring blood.
Jingler: This is terrible, we need someone out here now to clean this crap up.
[Weaze has stumbled back into the apron and Mercenary walks away from him, up the ramp. Weaze tries walking, but he stumbles due to the blood in his eyes. Mercenary swings the chair again, connecting with the head of Big Weaze. Weaze falls backwards again.]
Jingler: Mercenary is playing no games here, he's representing his boss well.
Quimby: Jeremy Chaplin and Michael Calcutt are his bosses.
Jingler: yeah, not if Smoke has anything to do with that.
[Weaze rolls back into the ring only to be hit in the side with a flying chair from Mercenary. Merc pulls the apron up and finds a baseball bat. He surveys it and gets up on the apron, kicking the cloth back down.]
Jingler: Oh crap, not again. We're gonna need a paramedic out here after this one.
Quimby: Sickening it will be.
Jingler: Thank you Yoda. Merc in the ring.... wait.... IT'S NATHAN MASTERS!!!! Masters has a chair, Masters on the apron, turn around Merc. Hit him with the bat, Masters falls, HITS MERCENARY WITH THE CHAIR!!!
Quimby: Nathan wants a spot here in mainstream GCW, this is not the way to get it kid.
[Mercenary staggers backwards right into Big Weaze, reverse bearhug. Weaze raises Merc up high above his head and drops down to his knees, crushing Mercenary with a Canadian back breaker. 1...2...3!!!]
Quimby: That was disgusting.
Jingler: Oh, it's not over.
[Weaze grabs Mercenary and pulls him up. Masters comes from the outside and knocks Mercenary from Weaze's grasp. Masters yells at him that Mercenary is his. Weaze puts his chest in Masters face and pushes him backwards. From the crowd comes Jamal Jenkins, who blindsides Weaze with the same pair of brass knuckles as before.]
Quimby: Weaze stumbles through the ropes to the outside. Jenkins in hot pursuit, leaving Nathan by himself.
[Masters looks down at Mercenary and cracks his knuckles. He mounts the motionless man and begins to pound on him with vicious jabs to the masked face.]
Jingler: Someone needs to stop this.... AND HERE'S THE MAN TO DO IT, BAGGS FROM THE CROWD.
[Baggs leapfrogs over the rail, Jamal Jenkins and Big Weaze, down on the floor. He runs in and nails Masters from behind. Nathan gets up, ducks under a Fatal Blow but gets caught with a rebounding clothesline. He staggers and then punches Baggs and they trade blows for a moment until Mercenary boots Masters in the kidneys and Baggs takes the opportunity to land the Fatal Blow!!]
Quimby: Baggs and Masters battling until the two on one finally got to him.
Jingler: Hell, I’m watching Weaze get the bejesus beaten out of him out there. WAIT, IT’S… SIDE EFFECT, WITH A BAT!!!
[Jenkins looks up just in time to put his hand up to catch the crushing blow from the bat. Side Effect pulls Jenkins off of Weaze and the two begin brawling up along the rail. Side Effect slams Jenkins into the railing face first. Jenkins bounces off.]
Quimby: THIS IS INSANE!!! The referee is over here by us sitting down and there is utter mayhem. Oh great, we got company!!
[Wolfe Rami runs from the back and slides into the ring, underneath a spinkick from Mercenary and lands a bulldog on Baggs while he was taunting Masters. Rami gets up and powerslams Mercenary. Masters climbs up using the ropes and tackles the rising Baggs. Rami and Masters pick up their respective opponents and throw them into each other. Rami and Masters with a double DDT on Mercenary and then a double DDT on Baggs.]
Jingler: Wow!!! These two are working pretty well as a team here.
Quimby: I agree.
[Double clothesline on Mercenary as he gets up sends him over the top rope to the outside right in front of Side Effect and Jamal Jenkins, who go over the railing, still brawling. The same fate befalls Baggs as it did Mercenary and he lands where Mercenary is. Rami and Masters look down at their adversaries and taunt them.]
Jingler: Finally, we have restored some order out here between these four…
[“Fortune Fame Mirror Bane, Gone Insane but the Memory Remains!!!!” Michael Calcutt walks from the back applauding with a microphone in hand. The music stops as he brings the mic up and speaks.]
“Since no one likes to fight when there’s an actual match going on, I thought we might be able to actually have a match so you four can fight. So here’s what we’re going to do. At Reborn, it will be Baggs and Mercenary against Wolfe Rami and Nathan Masters.”
[Calcutt is interrupted by “Cocky” and out struts Kasady Smoke.]
Jingler: Our Commissioner is here!!!
Smoke: Alright, that’s it. You come out here, make matches, where is my say-so in all of this? Where is my power?
Calcutt: Actually, I do believe I have your power, sorry to disappoint. But, you want so bad as to do something, then do it, go ahead.
Smoke: This tag team match will be a Presents from Heaven match. Nine boxes will hang from the ceiling, each holding a separate item or items. In one of the boxes, there will be a slip of paper…
Calcutt: An iron-clad contract ensuring the winner a spot in the match for the GCW tag team titles…
Smoke: Right, whenever that may be.
Calcutt: Are you done?
Smoke: Yes, Mr. Calcutt, I’m done.
Calcutt: Good, because I’m tired of listening to you and I’m tired of seeing you. Hell, I’m tired of you being here. And, I’ve been told by good authority that I have total authority.
[Smoke looks at him with disgust on his face.]
Calcutt: Which include the authority to do what I’m about to do. From this moment forward, your presence in GCW will be front-office creative only. Kasady Smoke, until further notice, you are BANNED from GCW television.
[Smoke throws his mic down and gets in Calcutt’s face. Security guards come from the back and take Kasady through the curtain as the fans cheer. Rami and Masters slide under the rope and come and join Calcutt on the stage as Baggs and Mercenary are shown on the screen, glaring at the three.]
Jingler: Ladies and gentleman, thank you for tuning in, we’ll catch you in a few weeks.
Quimby: Tune in this Monday live on pay-per-view for GCW: Reborn to find out who will be our new Universal champion.
[The camera switches to the outside where Side Effect and Jamal Jenkins are brawling. A man backs up in Side Effect’s car that Jenkins had stolen and hits Side Effect with it. The man hangs his head out the window as he pops the trunk.]
Man: Get ‘im in the trunk.
[Jenkins hits Side Effect in the head with the baseball bat, knocking him into the trunk. Jenkins slams it and runs to the front. He turns and looks at the camera.]
Jenkins: See yall at Reborn, don look fo Side Effect tho.
[Scene fades as they speed off. Show ends with an ad for GCW: Reborn.]
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