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Meltdown 1 - January 23rd, 2004
JeremyChaplin, Tuesday, February 17 at 2:34 PM
Global Championship Wrestling presents Meltdown.
Live from the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, PA. January 23rd, 2004.
The Beginning
Jingler: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first edition of Meltdown since the reopening of the federation in early January. I am Steve Jingler and this is my partner Tyrone Quimby.
Quimby: This is definitely one of the best cards I have seen out of GCW in a long time. It’s good to see this place up and running once again.
Jingler: That’s right TQ. Jeremy Chaplin had a vision of seeing this place open once again and he made it happen with the help of a few others.
[All of the sudden “The Red” by Chevelle starts playing on the pa system. Pyros begin to go off through out the arena. As the pyros go to a stop, GCW owner Jeremy Chaplin steps out from behind the curtain.]
Quimby: Speaking of the cracker, their he is now.
Jingler: Watch it TQ, he is the man that signs your check.
Quimby: Yea, he is also the man that put Jamal Jenkins in jail.
Jingler: Jamal Jenkins put himself in jail by trashing that house.
[Chaplin makes his way towards the ring as he greets the fans. Finally he gets to the ring and walks up the steps. He lifts the rope and steps through as he makes his way to the center of the ring as the music fades to nothing.]
Chaplin: Tonight a new era begins. We have gathered here tonight to witness the rebirth of GCW and the rebirth of Meltdown.
[The fans go nuts as Chaplin speaks about GCW reopening.]
Chaplin: Tonight I made a show so jammed packed, it makes other federations look like crap. I am not here to get rich. Hell I got more than I need. I am here for one reason and one reason only, and that’s to give you all wrestling that you deserve. Enough with the crap lets get this thing started.
[Right then “?” by ? blasts across the pa system as Paul Carter steps out from behind the curtain. Carter stands under the GCW-Tron with a mic in his hand.]
Carter: Your right Chaplin, it’s time to cut the crap. I am sick of hearing from you and I am sure the fans are sick of hearing your mouth. We agreed we wouldn’t step into the spotlight, but your quick to step in as soon as this damn thing gets started. So step out, before you’re forced out.
[Right then “Points of Authority” by Linkin Park hits and Kassidy Smoke and The Mercenary step out from behind the curtain as both Chaplin in Carter look at each other in shock. Smoke bumps into Carter and then steps in front of him as he looks on to Chaplin in the ring. Carter looks like he is about to hit Smoke, but Merc shakes his head to Carter.]
Jingler: Things are starting to heat up in the staff, but what is Smoke doing here?
Quimby: Just another crazy cracker trying to take control.
Smoke: You two can just make your way to the back or you can stand and listen to what I have to say. See everybody is probably wondering, why is Smoke here? Well I got news for all of you, it’s called clause in contracts. See I had a clause that stated if GCW were to ever close and reopen I would automatically come back as the commissioner. Well it closed and Chaplin opened it, so I am here.
[Chaplin steps towards the ropes and leans down with a mic in his face.]
Chaplin: You may have had a contract, but it’s just been terminated, because your contract was with Thomas, not me, nor Carter.
[Carter steps in front of Smoke and then turns and faces him.]
Carter: You know what that means? It means you can get the hell out of my building.
[Smoke gets in the face of Carter, but Merc pulls Smoke back.]
Smoke: Just read the fine print. It states it doesn’t matter who the owner is, so I think I am going to make my way to the back, start preparing for what I am going to do and what I am going to book. You know why, because I can, so smoke on that.
[Right then Smoke turns and walks to the back as Chaplin and Carter stand there in confusion. The scene fades to the parking lot.]
The Parking Lot
[The scene opens up in the parking lot of Global Championship Wrestling. We see all different brands and colors or cars parked in the lot, the front gate that leads into the parking lot begin to raise slowly. It finally raises and a black expedition with tinted windows and 22" rims. The jeep finally enters the parking area and the gate closes behind it. It parks in a vacant spot. The driver’s door swing open and smoke quickly emerges out of the car. A young man in his 20's come out of the jeep he is wearing. Blue jeans with timberlands and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket that read Jay "Hood Hefner" Quickness across the back of the leather jacket. He has black hair that is braided and is wearing a black bandanna around it that reads "Hood Hefner". Jay Quickness closes the door to his jeep, walks to the back of the jeep, and opens up the trunk and pulls out a black and white duffle back.]
Quimby: Jay Quickness better hurry up, cause he is up next.
Jingler: I wonder if he was having trouble making it here?
Quimby: I bet he was scared.
[Quickness closes the trunk and begins to walk towards the back entrance of Global Championship Wrestling. The scene then faded to a commercial.]
Backstage
[Jay Quickness is now in the hallways of Global Championship Wrestling, the hallways is decorated nicely with former GCW superstars and pictures of past GCW titles. Jay Quickness begins to walk down the hallway with his duffle bag in hand. He sees a locker room that has no one name on it. He quickly opens the door to see that the locker room is empty. He throws his duffle bag into the room and takes out a black maker from his back pocket. He looks at the locker room door and begins to laugh. He takes the top off the maker and begins to mark the locker room door with his name. Jay "Hood Hefner" Quickness. He puts the top on the marker enters HIS locker room and closes the door behind him while the camera fades out to the arena.]
Omen VS Falcon VS Nemesis VS Jay Quickness VS MTMT
Elimination Style Hardcore Title Match
[All of the sudden the lights go dim and Raining Bloody by Slayer blasts across the pa system. Out from behind the curtain appears Omen as he charges the ring.]
Jingler: Omen looks determined. I saw him backstage and he was muttering the title is mine.
Quimby: I don’t know whom to go with on this one, but I agree Omen, might be the man to beat. It would be good to see a brother walk away with some gold tonight.
[Right then 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 flips 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 back flips of the ropes. He repeats this twice on two different corners. Then waits for his opponents as he stretches on the ropes.]
Jingler: Falcon shows no concerns for Omen as he does some impressive footing in the ring.
Quimby: He should be worried.
[The arena lights fall to such a din that it is almost pitch black, the kind of darkness in which your eyes can't quite adjust to either level and eventually a headache will result over time. A white strobe light begins to flicker at a blinding pace, and is so disorienting that it is impossible discern that the overhead lights have fallen completely. At a speed similar to the pace of the strobe, numerous black and white photos flash and disappear from the titantron; some but by far not all include: A riot squad beating down a man with clubs, a headshot Jesus with a crown of thorns, a mushroom-cloud enveloping Nagasake, and an empty noose slung from a Medeival gallows. All this occurs simultaneously with the initiation and continued playing of "We Who Are Not As Others" by Sepultura drones over the P.A. After the first two interludes and successive drum-solo... enter Nemesis. He pauses for a moment atop the platform, and throws up his hands, palms up, as if waiting to receive revelry from a congregation. He then strides to the ring with a certain determination to his gait, but also with a very distinct air of superiority. He enters the ring via the ring-steps, with no histrionics, and simply slouches back, his arms outstretched and resting on the top ring-ropes, and propping himself up.]
Punk…Where them mother fuckers go? 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.
[Ante Up the remix continue to blast all over the system of the Vinatage 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.]
Quimby: Oh god, it’s Vanilla Ice. What is he doing here?
Jingler: TQ, that’s none other than Jay Quickness.
"LIKE VIOLENCE... YOU HAVE ME... FOREVER... AND AFTER... LIKE VIOLENCE... YOU KILL ME... FOREVER... AND AFTER!"
[Violence by Blink 182 hits, and the crowd goes nuts... on the stage, a huge explosion of red fireballs are displayed, followed by a blue pyro shower that frames the center, as MTMT comes out the stage... he has his drumsticks, and doing a few tricks with them, runs into the ring, jumps on the ring and then over the ropes. He goes to the top turnbuckle and poses, crossing his sticks like an X.]
Quimby: Now we got a rock star. God this should be the next tryout for American Idol, not a damn hardcore title match.
Jingler: I am telling you, this is going to be a very violent match. I don’t think it was a good idea for Chaplin to book 5 men in this match. They could destroy this place before it even gets started.
[The bell rings and automatically, MTMT turns his attention to Falcon and clotheslines him to the ground. Omen and JQ trade blows in the center of the ring as Nemesis sits on the top turnbuckle watching. MTMT drops an elbow onto Falcon, but he moves and MTMT crashes into the mat. Falcon lays in a few boots and backs off. Nemesis dives off of the turnbuckle with a diving bulldog onto Falcon. He jumps up and clotheslines MTMT over the top rope and out onto the floor below.]
Quimby: What a way to kick off the hardcore division here at GCW with this elimination style match.
Jingler: I agree Tyrone, and it looks like Nemesis and Omen are the two to watch so far.
[Nemesis climbs on top of the nearest turnbuckle and lands a cross body onto a staggering MTMT. Falcon dives through the ropes as Nemesis gets to his feet, taking them both back to the floor. In the ring, Omen has the best of JQ, backing him into the turnbuckle and hitting two successive dropkicks to the chest. He backs up a few steps, runs up and goes for a monkeyflip, but JQ blocks it and lands a powerbomb. He holds it for a pin and places his feet on the ropes, the referee counts 1..2..kickout!]
Jingler: Ohhhh, near fall there on Omen by Quickness. The match almost came to a screeching halt for the Omen.
Quimby: Dude, that was a sloppy pin if I have ever seen one. Makes me want to go back to the GOAT days…
Jingler: Spare us Quimby and not.
[JQ kicks Omen in the side of the head and he falls onto the ropes. Falcon and Nemesis trade blows on the outside as MTMT slowly reaches beneath the ring and pulls out a piece of white pipe. Falcon goes to slug Nemesis, but misses and is caught in the forehead with a home run swing from the pipe. Nemesis rolls up Falcon and the second of three referees counts the two, but MTMT connects with a hard thrust of the pipe to the back of Nemesis’ head to break up the count.]
Jingler: What is that man doing?!?!?
Quimby: He’s winning the match!
Jingler: He could have knocked out Falcon and then did the same to Nemesis, but noooooo. Plain inexperience.
Quimby: But remember, everyone has been inexperienced at some point or another. I mean, remember when Jarek Magnum got knocked out of the Luck of the Draw battle royal by Baggs due to inexperience.
Jingler: And look where he is now.
Quimby: Yes, exac…. OH MY GOD!!!!
[MTMT lands tombstone piledriver on Falcon onto a steel chair sitting on the concrete outside of the ring. Falcon holds his neck as he lands cross the rolled up mat. Nemesis from around the side of the ring dropkicks MTMT back into the railing. He hits a running knee to the chest and MTMT rolls onto his stomach. Nemesis walks over to Falcon, picks him up and throws him back into the ring as JQ hits a DDT on Omen on the outside. JQ covers Omen but can only get a two count. Nemesis puts Falcon in a rear chinlock and pulls back.]
Quimby: With Quickness and Nemesis in control now, the match has slowed down a little bit.
[JQ looks down at Omen and then gets on his knees, reaching his arm beneath the ring and pulling out a table. JQ sets it up and picks Omen up and tosses him back into the ring. Nemesis uses Omen as a springboard to dive onto Falcon, who had escaped to a nearby corner to try and catch his breath. Nemesis splashes Falcon and goes for a another when MTMT throws a chair in between Nemesis and Falcon, causing Nem to crash into it and into Falcon. Both men fall to the ground.]
Jingler: Looks as if we got ourselves a streetfighter out there. Did you see how he perfectly placed that chair between them?
Quimby: MTMT right now could be in the top three if he would just cover Nemesis and Falcon.
[MTMT climbs into the ring, picks up the chair and looks over at JQ, who is perched on the top turnbuckle with Omen about to send Omen crashing through the table outside. MTMT runs over and swings the chair at JQ and Omen, knocking them both off the turnbuckle, over the ropes and through the table. JQ lands on top of Omen and a referee runs over and makes the count. 1…2…3!!!!]
OMEN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
[MTMT walks back over to where Falcon and Nemesis are stirring. Falcon reaches up and punches MTMT in the stomach.]
Quimby: Falcon lives!!!
[MTMT swings the chair down, connecting with Falcon’s head. Falcon tumbles through the ropes and MTMT follows him out. He sets the chair up in sitting fashion, picks Falcon up and drops him gut first across it. Falcon is on one knee and again punches MTMT in the stomach. MTMT swings down, Falcon moves and kicks MTMT right in the knee.]
Jingler: Falcon is fighting for his life right now, I can’t believe that chairshot didn’t knock him completely out of contention.
Quimby: He should just stay down.
Jingler: He’s fighting for a title Quimby!!!
Quimby: It’s not worth it.
[Falcon jumps up with an uppercut to MTMT’s chin and then falls back to his stomach. MTMT stumbles backwards, right into JQ, who lands a reverse DDT into some of the table wreckage. He goes for a pin. 1..2… kickout.]
Jingler: Almost a pin by a combined effort from Falcon and JQ there.
[JQ stands up and then runs at Falcon, who had finally climbed to his feet. Falcon ducks and back body drops JQ through the bent chair. JQ’s back bends across the top of the chair and he falls onto the ground. Falcon is blindsided by a kendo stick to the side of the head by Nemesis, who had been sneaking around the corner. Nemesis hits Falcon twice more as he falls to the ground and then turns to MTMT. Nemesis lays into him with the Kendo stick with thrusts, swings and more thrusts. MTMT covers up his head as Nemesis hacks away.]
Quimby: Jesus!!! Nemesis has gone crazy with that stick.
Jingler: Why don’t you go ask him to stop?
Quimby: Do ya just want me to die or something?
Jingler: Who said anything about dying. Maiming is okay too.
[Nemesis turns around just in time to see JQ rising, Nemesis runs over and completely splinters the stick across JQ’s head. JQ’s knees buckle and he hits the ground. Nemesis goes for a cover, but Falcon shoves him and he stumbles headlong into the ring steps. He hits headfirst and rolls to look back at Falcon. Falcon is up and covers JQ but can only get a two count. Falcon starts hammering away on JQ with vicious rights and lefts. Nemesis climbs to his feet and picks the steps up.]
Jingler: Ohhhhhh my…..
Quimby: Don’t Steve, just watch. This is going to be brutal.
[Nemesis walks over to Falcon and drops the steps across his back. They roll off of him as Falcon lies on top of JQ, motionless. Nemesis picks him up and throws him back into the ring. Grabbing a satchel from beneath the ring, Nemesis climbs after Falcon. Nemesis walks over to Falcon, who is still motionless in the middle of the ring. He dumps the satchel out onto Falcon, who is now covered with hundreds of tacks.]
Jingler: MEDIC!!!
Quimby: Steve, he hasn’t done anything yet.
[Nemesis walks back out of the ring, grabs another chair and gets back in. Meanwhile, MTMT has crept over to JQ and has covered him but can only get a two count. MTMT turns JQ over and stomps him numerous times in the back and in the back of the head. In the ring, Nemesis looks down at Falcon, raises the chair and slams it down onto his chest, then onto his face, then onto his chest again. He places the chair over Falcon’s face and goes to stomp on it, but Falcon moves and we see his face, now trickling with blood along with several silver tacks shoved all over. He tried to get up.]
Jingler: GOOD GOD!!! AND HE’S STILL GOING!!!
Quimby: Falcon is proving himself right now, he knows he has what it takes.
[Nemesis picks him up and lands a double arm DDT in the middle of the remaining tacks and chair. He pins Falcon and easily gets the three count.]
FALCON IS ELIMINATED!
Jingler: What a showing for Falcon here in his debut match in GCW.
Quimby: He came up a tack bit too short.
Jingler: Dude, get a life.
[MTMT has turned the stairs back over on the outside and has set JQ up in a reverse DDT position. He sees Nemesis in the middle of the ring and smirks. He drops JQ with the move onto the stairs and JQ remains there. Nemesis points at MTMT and beckons to join him in the ring. He holds up the bloodstained chair and MTMT grabs a chain out of his trunks. He runs inside of the ring and whips Nemesis across the stomach with the chain. He throws it up and hits him in the face. Nemesis turns around but Frisbees the chair at MTMT. It connects then flies outside tumbling onto JQ.]
Quimby: Now this is getting good!
Jingler: We’re finally seeing some real hardcore action, none of that soft stuff you might find in other products.
Quimby: GCW is globally hardcore!
Jingler: We are Global and we are live!!!
[Nemesis ducks under yet another chain swing and catches the next one. He pulls MTMT toward him and wraps the chain around his neck. Nemesis pulls back and MTMT falls to the mat, bringing Nemesis crashing down across his shoulder. MTMT throws the chain outside and drops an elbow onto Nemesis. He keeps it there and the referee counts 1…2… kickout by Nemesis. MTMT picks Nemesis up, and irish whips him into the corner. He follows up with a clothesline, then another and MTMT misses with the third, allowing Nemesis to escape to the outside once again.]
Quimby: Nemesis is toying with his head, this is fun to watch!
Jingler: JQ is still out on the outside.
[MTMT runs to the outside and Nemesis automatically mauls him with rights and lefts to his head and body. He wears MTMT down to the ground and then lands a knee drop across his throat. Nemesis looks to the apron again and reaches back under, coming out with a long bag. He unzips it and finds thirty halogen beam bulbs. He slides the bag into the ring and fishes around until he produces a table and slides it back into the ring. He picks MTMT up and tosses him into the ring.]
Quimby: It looks as if Nemesis might be setting up for something similar to the sickness matches we have had in GCW in the past.
Jingler: Someone is going to bleed, really really bleed.
[Nemesis sets MTMT up for a powerbomb and delivers it through the bag of bulbs. MTMT cries out in pain as Nemesis slowly slides him off of the bag. Nemesis leaves him there and sets up the table. He takes the bag and dumps the shards of glass from the bag onto the table. There are four unbroken bulbs. He sets them off to the side and tosses MTMT up on top of the table. He climbs the turnbuckle and dives off with a senton splash onto MTMT, through the bulbs and through the table. He covers MTMT. 1..2..3!!!]
MTMT IS ELIMINATED!
Jingler: That was a move for the ages right there!!!
Quimby: It was a flip from the turnbuckle, my grandmother could do that..
Jingler: Sure she could have!! WAIT!!! JQ!!!!
[JQ has picked up two of the extra bulbs and is staring a hold through Nemesis, who is still looking down at MTMT. He slowly turns. CRASH!!! Nemesis stumbles back a little ways. CRASH!!! Nemesis falls. JQ grabs the other two bulbs and looks at Nemesis. Nemesis looks up at him, blood trickling from his face. DOUBLE CRASH!!! Nemesis leans backwards against the ropes. JQ picks up a chair and lands a dropkick through the chair to the face of Nemesis. Nemesis falls to the mat and JQ covers him. 1….2….3!!!!!!!]
Jingler: JAY QUICKNESS!!! JAY QUICKNESS!!!!
Quimby: We have a champion ladies and gents!!!
NEMESIS IS ELIMINATED, YOUR WINNER AND NEWWWWW GCW HARDCORE CHAMPION!!!!! JAYYYYYYYYY QUICKNEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!
[The referee hands JQ the belt as he beams.]
The Parking Lot
The scene cuts to the parking lot area where a black, Mitsubishi Eclipes comes racing around the corner and comes to a sudden hault in a nearby parking space. The sounds of the engine dies down as the door swings open and Sean Summers steps out. He opens up the trunk and grabs his gym bag, he throws the trunk down and sets his alarm on his car. Just then a little plump, old man comes waddling up to Sean, he stands there smirking at the sight of such a small deformed man.
Cecil: Sean, I was wondering if I could get a word with you?
Sean: You aren't worth my time, you could drop dead right here of a heart attack and I'd probably be blamed for it. Which will force me to waste my time answering stupid question instead of getting the job done tonight.
Cecil: Well you'll be answering stupid question either way right?
Sean: Not if you go away, then nothing can happen.
Sean begins to walk away but Cecil follows close behind, Sean seems to be getting a little more aggitated.
Sean: Now, you wouldn't want me to have to start right here would you? I mean that no-talent hack Silveroak thinks he's going to get it bad, you even breath on me you will get it worse.
Cecil: Hey, all I want is a few words, then I will be on my way.
Sean rubs his head a bit and then he nods.
Sean: Fine...but make this quick.
Cecil: Where is Karen? Shouldn't she be with you?
Sean: Do you not know anything that goes on around here, she is in the audience, I wouldn't allow her to come to ringside. I can't be worrying about my match with Silveroak and her at the same time, plus I would want Silveroak to lay his hands on her, even though for him that would be like touching a God.
Cecil: God?
Sean: That man, or being, hell I don't know what to call such a hideous specimen, has probably never laid his hands on a woman. Hell he still calls his mom everyday to check up on things, talk about being shadowed from the real world. His mommy can't help him anymore.
Cecil: Who can?
Sean: Nobody, he's about to walk into the depths of hell, and there is no way out. After tonight, after I smash him into pieces I will go on next week to become the very first Television Champion. He will not be able to stop me, hell no one will be able to...
Sean pushes Cecil out of the way as the screen goes to static.
In The Office
[Quick cut to a close-shot of a door-sign, posted backstage at the Wachovia Center. The sign bears the GCW logo, below which reads “Jeremy Chaplin,” and another line below “President.” Swish-panning to the right, Chaplin comes into view, returning to his dressing room. The camera follows him as he turns the metal knob and opens the door inward. As he enters everything seems to be in order, though something doesn’t feel right, particularly to GCW’s head honcho. He surveys the room; again nothing really out of place except… the chair at his desk is turned towards the wall. Chaplin speaks immediately, as if knowing now without a doubt what is causing this unease.]
Chaplin: “I’m not even going to ask how you got in here. What in the hell are you doing in here?”
[The chair rotates around, and sure enough, Nemesis turns to face Chaplin, kicking his feet up on the desk. Nemesis is still in his ring attire, his SWAT vest on but unzipped, and a trickle of blood has dried on the right side of his face. For a man who has already fought with four other men in a match without rules, he looks relatively incredible; some swelling and of course the dried blood, but still in fine shape.]
Nemesis: “Chaplin, I refuse to believe that you would be so ignorant as to not know. Didn’t I tell you that I’d be paying you a visit tonight?”
Chaplin: “And didn’t I warn you that were you to physically harass me, I was going to forego any disciplinary measures and move straight to legal recourse?”
Nemesis: “Jeremy, I’m hurt. Harass? Such a strong word from you; I should be more offended. We’re just talking, you and I.”
Chaplin: “So we’re talking, eh? And I suppose you just came to shoot the shit?”
Nemesis: “I repeat. You know exactly why I’m here. Or do I need to take you back a couple years to that other place? You and those peons that called themselves a Board of Directors were booking me against pea-brained, ‘roid-apes”, but I didn’t gripe. I had my own endeavors to attend to; you weren’t too fond of those endeavors were you, Chaplin?”
[No response]
Nemesis: “You knew that I was at the center of something big, something that would bring two forces… something that would ally the two most feared conglomerates in this industry. And what did you do?”
Chaplin: “You know exactly what I did…”
Nemesis: “You sabotaged the whole fucking company, and dissipated the stage for my Empire! That’s exactly what you did, you ingrate son of a bitch!”
Chaplin: “You sound so hostile, Seth. I wouldn’t want to have to call in Philadelphia’s finest.”
Nemesis: “You arrogant worm… you haven’t seen hostile by any means. Hostile is when you opened IMPACT… hostile is when you strong-armed my Empire out of any consideration for membership. You want hostile… I rip out your esophagus and show you hostile.”
[Chaplin reaches into his coat-pocket and begins to remove his cellular telephone.]
Chaplin: “I do believe that was a direct threat, wasn’t it Seth? I’m afraid you know what that means…”
[In an almost instantaneous rush, Nemesis flies forward from the chair, and comes across the desk at Chaplin, gripping the President by the throat with his right hand, his thumb and fore-finger digging into the soft-spots just below the jawline. Nemesis’s own posture now much resembles that of an attacking cat, his free arm and opposing knee posting him up on the desk, with the left leg bent, the ball of the foot situated atop the desk. As he clinches tighter, Chaplin’s eyes bulge out, and he gags, struggling for air. Nemesis brings Chaplin’s face so close to his own that they are literally nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye.]
Nemesis: “I know EXACTLY what that means, boy. It means that one of these days… I’m going to squeeze every last breath out of your body. But not now… you’re in luck, if you can call it luck. You had to figure that I’d come back, but you could have never in your most loathsome nightmares have envisioned all that I have done in the absence that you gave me. My Empire is coming, Chaplin, and my will shall be carried out. And you will be forced to atone for the sins, which you have visited upon me. You see, I am not the evil. You screwed me. You forced me out. You are responsible for all the chaos that has ensued since that other company folded… all the chaos I have brought forth. I am the pure one, Chaplin. I am the Archangel. And you haven’t got a prayer for survival; your days are numbered.”
[The scene then fades to another section backstage with Quinten Fayte.]
Backstage
[The scene goes backstage to see one Quinten Fayte in a locker room he sits looking towards the floor as the camera pans slowly in on his golden maine,
his hands clenched together in a giant fist shape. He looks up the camera and snarls slightly.]
Quinten: First week at the Global and I find, I'm not in a match...
[His voice trailed and he goes back to looking on the flooring. He takes a deep breath in before looking away from the camera.]
Quinten: For too long have I been hunting and training for the appropriate moment to unleash hell one place. This place...
[He looks around at his surroundings and faces the camera as he stands on his feet. He places his foot in a boot and begins to tie the laces. He
faces the camera as he speaks.]
Quinten: The time has come for each wrestler to face their Fate. It's time for each individual to look me square in the eye and tell me...
[Quiten pauses for dramatic effect.]
Quinten: That there not afraid to face the devil in hell, there not scared to face their own fate and destiny. Because if they’re not afraid to face
their own fate, they sure as hell should be scared to face this Fayte right here.
[Quinten pokes himself in the chest and chuckles to himself. He finishes doing up the lace on his boot and places the other foot in the other boot.
He is meticulous with movements and continues to speak.]
Quinten: You see coming close to thirty I have been this business for a while, from underground feds to small time indy feds. I've never hit the
big time like I have now. I'm not going to let this opportunity slip; I'm not going to let anyone stand in my way.
[Quinten gives his lace on short sharp tug before he puts both feet on the ground.]
Quinten: Now if you don't mind I have some people that need their fate delivered to them on a plate.
[Quinten pushes the camera away as he walks out of the locker room and begins to stalk his way down the hallways.]
Sean Summer VS Steve Silveroak
Winner advances to the final round for the TV Title
Jade: Introducing first, from the great state of New York here is “The Snake” Steve Silveroak.
[All of the sudden Son of the Morning by Akercocke blasts across the pa system as Steve Silveroak appears from behind the curtain. Pyros go off through out the arena as Silveroak walks to the ring.]
Jade: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario Canada he is “Simply Stunning” Sean Summers.
[Everytime I Die by Children of Bodom hits across the pa system as Sean Summers steps out from behind the curtain. The fans let out a chorus of boos as he makes his way to the ring. Summers slides in the ring and gets right in the face of Silveroak.]
Jingler: Well folks, here we go. For a place in the TV title final, the man nicknamed 'Simply Stunning', Sean Summers against 'Snake', Steve Silveroak.
Quimby: Yes both these guys have an undoubted confidence in their own ability, which is truly admirable.
[DING DING DING! The bell rings. Silveroak rushes toward Summers who is caught off guard, as he was riling up the crowd. Summers is forced into the corner and Steve hammers away with some violent slaps across the chest of his cornered opponent.]
Jingler: If Silveroak gets his way this will degenerate in to nothing more than a brawl pretty soon.
Quimby: Yeah which ever of these men gets the advantage, could win this very quickly.
[Silveroak shouts to the crowd taking his eyes off of Summers. Summers jabs his thumb into Silveroak's eye. Silveroak puts one hand over his eye and staggers backward. Summers grabs him by the neck and throws him over the top rope. Summers ducks through the ropes and stands, measuring Silveroak as he tries to crawl away. Summers leaps off the apron landing a hard fist to back of Silveroak’s neck. The ref begins to count.1 Summers grabs Silveroak’s left arm and puts it on top of the barrier keeping the fans from the ringside area. .2 He climbs over the barrier as security keeps the frantic fans at bay. Summers gets the left arm again and lifts it into the air, then slams it down onto the barrier.3 Summers does it again and the agony on the face of Silveroak is clear to see. 4 Summers climbs back over the barrier and kicks Silveroak in the mid section.5 He goes to work on the arm Silveroak twisting it and applying downward pressure.6 Silveroak begins to get to his feet and pulls Summers with him…7 Summers with more pressure on the arm causes Silveroak to scream in pain...8 Summers rams Silveroaks arm into the steel ring post and rolls him into the ring.]
Jingler: Well you won’t find that in any manual on technical wrestling.
Quimby: But you will the one about get the job the job done. Summers is showing he has what it takes to the TV champion!
Jingler: Well he’s certainly got an advantage now, and looking to use it, stamping away at injured left arm of Steve Silveroak.
[Summers stops the relentless onslaught only to drop to his knees and begin to choke Silveroak. The ref counts to four before Sean releases the hold. The ref pulls Sean away from Steve, checks Steve can continue and then begins to tell Sean off for his illegal tactics. Silveroak begins to climb to his feet. Summers rushes at Steve but ‘Snake’ sees him coming and grabs the top rope pulling it down, Summers can’t stop and falls to the ringside area.]
Quimby: A desperate move from a man that has shown little so far in this match.
Jingler: but he’s bought himself sometime in which to recuperate from that onslaught from Summers.
[The refs count reaches 5 before Summers rolls back into the ring. Silveroak has been in the corner gathering himself together. He sees Summers in the ring and charges toward him, Summers counters with a hip toss. Silveroak manages to land on his feet. He charges toward Summers once more and again Summers counters with a hip toss. Silveroaks bounces to his feet and lets out a roar of frustration. He walks towards Silveroak and they circle in the center of the ring. Silveroak tries to whip Summers into the ropes but Summers counters with an irish whip of his own. Silveroak comes of the ropes and hits Summers with a Lou Thez Press, he begins to punch away at the face of ‘Simply Stunning’ Sean Summers. He gets up and picks up Summers by his neck. He pulls him to a corner and begins to ram Sean, headfirst into the turnbuckle. Over and over he rams Sean’s head into the turnbuckle. The ref tries to break it up but Steve shrugs him off and pushes him away. He slams Summers’ head into the turnbuckle one last time and Summers falls backward to the mat. Silveroak grabs the legs of Summers and kicks him in the groin. Sean rolls on the mat in agony. The ref begins to remonstrate with Silveroak. Silveroak storms past the ref and begins to choke Summers. The ref breaks it up once more.]
Jingler: Steve is really pushing his luck here.
Quimby: That’s right but he’s pushing the rules as far as he can to his advantage.
[Silveroak lands with a running elbow drop and goes for the pin. 1…2..]
Jingler: Is this it?
Quimby: No! Summers gets his shoulder up!
[Silveroak can’t believe he didn’t get the pin. He pulls at his hair before trying again to pin to Summers. 1…]
Jingler: Not even close!
Quimby: Summers got his shoulder up before the two!
[Silveroak begins to pick Summers up but Summers counters with an elbow to the mid-section. Summers whips Silveroak to the ropes and as Silveroak comes off the ropes he hits him with the Equalizer. Summers stretches his arm across the body of Silveroak. 1…2..]
Jingler: That was a desperation move, but he pick up the win right here.
Quimby: Silveroak got the shoulder up! This match is going continue, it isn’t over yet!
Jingler: Both men have put there all into this match.
[Summers gets to his feet slowly. He gets to a knee, then another, finally he is up, and standing. Summers walks over to the ropes slowly.]
Jingler: He is exhausted and wants to end this match.
[Summers climbs the ropes slowly. He makes his way to the top and turns facing Silveroak. He jumps and attempts a diving head butt.]
Quimby: This should do it.
[Right then Silveroak rolls out of the way as Summers crashed head first into the mat. Both men are down as the ref begins to count 1……2……3……4……5……6……7……8…..9…. and right then Silveroak gets to a knee and the ref stops counting. Silveroak finally makes it to his feet and looks around the jammed packed arena. Silveroak with the last bit of energy climbs the ropes.]
Quimby: Dumb move man; this is what did Summers in.
[Silveroak jumps off the ropes and nails a beautifully executed Silveroak Splash. Silveroak makes the cover and hooks the leg. The ref begins to count 1….2…..3. Steve Silveroak doesn’t have the energy to stand, but the ref raises his arm in victory.]
Quimby: Well it looks like Silveroak pulled it off.
Jingler: Wait Smoke is down their talking to a fan in the front row.
Quimby: That’s not a fan, look closer, that’s former GCW superstar Baggs.
Jingler: Is Baggs coming to GCW?
Nathan Masters VS GBH
Winner advances to the final round for the TV Title
Kara Jade: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!
[The fans buzz as “Gimme the Prize” by Queen comes onto the sound system. GBH walks out onto the ramp and jeers back at the fans who are booing him. He gets halfway to the ring and snatches a stuffed bear from a fan with the name “Nathan Masters” written on it and he tears it’s head off and throws it back into the crowd.]
Kara Jade: Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is G…B….H!!!!
[He gets into the ring, spins around and backs toward the ropes, waiting on Masters.]
Kara Jade: And his opponent.....
[“Almost Over” by Limp Bizkit plays and Nathan Masters runs out onto the stage, down the ramp, hands a brand new stuffed bear to the fan who lost hers and slides in. Kara Jade slides beneath the ropes as Nathan Masters and GBH tear into one another. The bell rings.]
Jingler: Masters wasting no time here as these two competitors trade blows in the middle of the ring.
TQ: G.B.H., G.B.H.
Jingler: Tyrone! You can’t be biased.
TQ: You’re right. Oh, a brutal right hand there from GBH has Nathan reeling early.
[Masters stumbles into the corner and GBH catches him with a clothesline in the turnbuckle then irish whips him into the opposite turnbuckle. Masters crashes and stumbles out, GBH hooks his head and leg and delivers a fisherman’s DDT. He makes the cover. 1..kickout by Masters!]
TQ: Oh it ain’t over yet Stevey boy.
Jingler: GBH might have underestimated the resilience of Masters. Did you just call me Stevie boy?
TQ: Yeah, what? GBH now looking for a running elbow but all he can find is an arm full of mat as Masters slides away.
[Nathan is on his feet and GBH gets up, they tie up, GBH with the advantage, headlock on Masters. Masters shoves him off into the ropes, GBH comes back looking for a clothesline, Masters ducks, grabs GBH around the neck and delivers a neckbreaker.]
Jingler: Experienced move by Masters there.
TQ: Yes he knew exactly where he was.
[Masters puts GBH into a rear chinlock and pulls back. GBH pulls at Masters’ arms, but can’t do anything. GBH slowly climbs to his feet and Masters pushes him off. GBH comes back to meet face-on with a dropkick from Masters. He falls to the ropes and Masters dives with a forearm.]
Jingler: GBH is reeling here, Masters may have the match won.
TQ: The ref hasn’t raised his hand yet Stevey boy.
[Masters goes for a clothesline, but GBH ducks, sending Masters over the ropes, He recovers and lands on the ring apron. He jumps up and attempts a springboard hurricanrana, but GBH shifts him in midair and comes down with a death valley driver in the middle of the ring.]
TQ: And just like that the momentum changes.
Jingler: High risk maneuver doesn’t pay off there for Masters.
[GBH with a cover, but can only get a two count. He picks Masters us, places him across his shoulders and hits a samoan neckbreaker. He covers Masters again and again can only get two.]
TQ: The Unbreakable is still in this!!
Jingler: Yes he is, I’m impressed by the beating this man is taking.
[GBH picks Masters up again and picks him up in a powerbomb position, but Masters rolls through and gets a sunset flip in, GBH kicks out at the count of two. Masters stands up, ducks under a clothesline and goes for another dropkick, but this time he’s caught and throws backwards into the turnbuckle and crashes down on his neck.]
TQ: After a brilliant counter, Masters is caught tails up here.
Jingler: This might be all for Masters.
[Nathan lies in a crumpled heap at the base of the turnbuckle. GBH picks him up, places him in a powerslam position, turns around, runs a few steps and jumps three feet in the air and, right before he lands back on his feet, flattens his body out and powerslams Masters. He makes the cover. 1..2..3!!!]
TQ: And GBH takes it home tonight, Masters just couldn’t survive something like that.
Jingler: What a showing by the Unbreakable right there, though he was broken at the very end.
Kara Jade: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH, G…B…..H!!!!!!!!!
[GBH stands over Masters as his music plays and then stomps him once more, slides out of the ring and goes back to the locker room, Nathan Masters on the video screen clutching his stomach in pain.]
Midnight VS Wolfe Rami
Winner advances to the final round for the Global Title
Jingler: Well ladies and gentlemen, the following contest will be between Midnight and Wolfe Rami. The winner will advance to the second round of the GCW Global Title tournament. Who are you pulling for TQ?
Quimby: It's hard to say, but I am going to go with Wolfe Rami. He's got the look of a superstar.
Jingler: Are you saying Midnight does not?
Quimby: Listen Stevie, the first night we are back on the job and we are already getting into arguments.
Jingler: Lets just go to Kara Jade for the introductions
Jade: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for advancement into the second round of the GCW Global Title Tournament. Introducing first from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He is one half of Xposed Eyedentity. He is Midnight.
[All of the sudden My Way by Limp Bizkit begins to blast across the pa system. The video of Exposed Eyedentity begins to play on the titan tron. Out from behind the curtains appears Zero. He stands there and then points as Midnight makes his way out. The two walk to the ring with a look of hatred on their face as the fans let out a chorus of boos. Zero slides into the ring and Midnight walks up the steps. The two stand in the middle of the ring waiting for Wolfe Rami.]
Jingler: You pick Rami, I'm going with Midnight.
[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 mould 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 view screen 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 Midnight.]
Jade: His opponent, from Providence, Rhode Island. This is Wolfe Rami.
[The two circle each other as the referee calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! The two lock up in a collar, elbow tie up.. Midnight whips Rami into the ropes and hits a shoulder tackle. He goes against the ropes hops over Rami who has rolled over on his stomach to avoid any contact with Midnight. Midnight fires back from the ropes and is met by a clothesline by Rami.]
Jingler: Nice execution by Rami!
Quimby: Why are you cheering for this man if you picked Midnight to win Jinglenutts?
Jingler: I didn't say I was cheering for him. I was giving him credit where credit's due.
Quimby: Well let me know the next time you decide to do that, will ya?
Jingler: Oh, I'll be sure, too.. not!
[Rami has Midnight backed into the corner and starts with some knife edge chops. Midnight pokes Rami in the eyes and then turns Rami around and throws him against the corner and melees into Rami with some knife-edge chops of his own. Midnight then takes Rami and whips him into the other corner and follows up with a powerful clothesline. Rami comes towards Midnight. Midnight picks
Rami up into a gorilla press slam position and then drops him on his face and stomach. Midnight covers Rami.. the referee drops for the count. 1..2..kick out!]
Jingler: There's our first near fall of the match!
Quimby: Come on Rami! Don't let me down!
Jingler: Please..
Quimby: What?.
Jingler: Nice vertical suplex by Midnight.. another cover!
[1..2..kick out! Midnight rolls out of the ring and drags Rami out. He throws a punch, but it's blocked by Rami. Rami knees Midnight in the gut and nails a right to the jaw of Midnight. He then whips Midnight into the steel steps with Midnight's shoulder hitting hard. Rami then takes Midnight's head and throws it into the steel post. Midnight falls to his knees. Rami grabs a steel chair and whacks Midnight over the back of the head with it. The referee admonishes Rami sternly.]
Jingler: Being that this is a tournament match, there must be a winner, therefore you can't be disqualified.
[Rami drops the chair after the referee's warning. Rami then grabs a camera cable and wraps it around Midnight's neck choking the life out of him. The referee is trying to get him to let go, but Rami refuses.]
Jingler: The referee should do something about this. This is not how this match should go down. There should be a clean finish.
Quimby: Stop your whining Jingler, it's only a match.
Jingler: For your information, this match has a lot riding on it.
Quimby: Yeah, that's why Rami is doing what he has to do to win. Cheat to win Stevie!
Jingler: Keep telling yourself that.
[Rami finally lets go. A very winded Midnight tries desperately to make it to his feet. Rami knees him in the stomach and then rolls him into the ring. He covers 1..2..kickout!]
Jingler: So close!
[Rami picks Midnight up in a power slam position. Rami moves forward to drop him, but Midnight breaks free. Midnight kicks Rami in the stomach and hits a desperation DDT spiking Rami's head into the mat.]
Quimby: What a move by Midnight! I can give props, too.
[Midnight desperately makes a cover over Rami.. 1..2..Rami gets a shoulder up! They both reach their feet. They exchange rights and lefts with Midnight getting the upper hand. He throws Rami into the ropes and nails The Blackout! He doesn't cover him. He goes up top.]
Jingler: The big man going up top. I don't know if this is a good idea by Midnight, but we'll see!
[Midnight flies off, but is met by a boot to the chin from Rami!]
Quimby: POW! Right in the kisser! That's going to leave a mark.
Jingler: If you take risks like that.. some times you get burned.
Quimby: He got torched!
[Midnight falls back into the ropes with his arms getting caught up in between them. Rami takes advantage and begins landing rights and left to Midnight's abdomen. Rami runs back and goes against the ropes and tries for a drop kick into Midnight's gut. Zero is trying to free Midnight, but he is too late. The drop kick breaks Midnight free. Rami lifts Midnight up by the hair and sets him up for a pile driver.]
Jingler: Good god, I think he might of broken his neck. That didn’t look right.
[Rami immediately locks in The Wire as Midnight lays on the ground motionless. The ref is checking on Midnight then signals for the bell. Rami keeps the hold locked as the bell keeps sounding. Right then Zero slides into the ring and Rami breaks the hold and slides out of the ring.]
Jingler: I don’t know what the hell he was thinking.
Quimby: I called it. I said Wolfe Rami was picking up the win on this one.
[Warhorse by Megadeth blasts across the pa system as Wolfe Rami raises his arm in victory as the scene fades to a commercial.]
Backstage
(We are backstage in a private room. Cecil Cassidy is sitting down with Baggs to conduct an exclusive interview.)
Cecil Cassidy: Ladies and gentlemen, I am sitting here with a true icon of this business. Earlier tonight, you saw him sitting in the crowd as just a fan
instead of a wrestler for the GCW. He was then asked by security that he was wanted backstage while Jeremy Chaplin was conducting an in-ring interview. He is known as the "Xtreme Icon," he is Baggs. Thanks for your time.
Baggs: The pleasure is all yours, I am sure.
Cecil Cassidy: So, let's get down to it, why are you are as a fan?
Baggs: Jeremy Chaplin.
Cecil Cassidy: What about Mr. Chaplin?
Baggs: He's the reason I had to buy a ticket to attend this show. A show I helped make one of the most watched shows on National television. Instead of
being in that ring out there whippin ass, I had to be asked to come backstage to conduct an interview with you.
Cecil Cassidy: Do you think that Mr. Chaplin holds a grudge against you of any sort?
Baggs: I really don't know. He's been involved with GCW before when I was here and I'm not sure whether or not he held a grudge and quite frankly, I don't care. He can shove his grudge up his high flootin' ass if you really want to
know the truth.
Cecil Cassidy: Words like that aren't going to get a job here.
(Baggs starts to laugh.)
Baggs: You don't get it do you? I am what GCW is all about. All these wannabe's here in GCW, they can't hold on to my jock-strap. There are familiar faces
around. Familiar faces that I've humiliated in the ring. Everyone knows that GCW needs me. I bleed GCW's blood. I am what it's all about. You honestly think I'll be held down long? You're mistaken. I won't be out long. I will keep showing up to these shows if I have to. If I have to keep coming back here and
doing interviews with your sorry ass just to get my message out, I'll do so. It doesn't make a damn to me. I'll do whatever it takes to be on the active
roster. You may here this bullshit about that I was over in Japan wrestling. I ended my tenure with Japan a long time ago. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I caught wind of GCW's reopening some months ago. Nothing stopped me from being on the inaugural show, either. Look at me, I'm not worried that I am not going to get a job here. It's only a matter of time...
(With that, GCW Commissioner Kassidy Smoke walks in and whispers something into Baggs' ear. Baggs then laughs as he leaves the room.)
Baggs: Excuse me, I have some business to attend to.
(Baggs exits the room with Cecil Cassidy left with confusion.)
Kyara Lyton VS Zero
Winner advances to the final round for the Global Title
Quimby: This is messed up Zero has to beat a girl.
Jingler: Don’t doubt Kyara Lyton, she might be the next Global Champion when it’s all said and done.
[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]
Quimby: She definitally has one hell of an entrance though.
[All of the sudden My Way by Limp Bizkit begins to blast across the pa system. The video of Exposed Eyedentity begins to play on the titan tron. Out from behind the curtains appears Zero. He stands there and then points as Midnight makes his way out. The two walk to the ring with a look of hatred on their face as the fans let out a chorus of boos. Zero slides into the ring and Midnight walks up the steps. The two stand in the middle of the ring taunting the crowd.]
Jingler: I don’t really like the two of them. They seem like trouble.
[All of the sudden Zero grabs a microphone.]
Zero: I said it once and I’ll say it again, I am not hitting a girl. It’s not right.
[Midnight gets a look of anger on his face as he listens to his younger brother.]
Zero: It’s just not right. How could anyone even sign her? She can’t compete with me.
[Out of no where Kyara nails Zero with a big close line. Zero goes flat on his back as the bell sounds. Midnight slides out of the ring. Kyara jumps on top of Zero and begins punching him.]
Jingler: Looks like Kyara isn’t giving him a choice.
[Zero rolls Kyara off him and the two get to their feet. Zero goes to throw a jab at Kyara, but she ducks it and takes him down with a football tackle. She then jumps back on her feet waiting for more offense. Zero is hitting the mat in frustration.]
Quimby: Kyara is getting the best of him.
[Kyara walks over and lifts Zero up and irish whips him into the ropes. She goes for a close line, but Zero ducks it. He bounces off the other rope and nails a flying cross body. He hooks the leg and makes the cover. The ref counts 1… and Kyara kicks out.]
Jingler: Zero went for a quick win, but it wasn’t enough to put her away.
[Both of them are at their feet and lock up. Kyara gets the advantage and puts Zero in a side headlock. Zero pushes her into the ropes and nails her with a leg sweep as she is coming out of the ropes. Zero then goes to make a cover, but Kyara rolls him over and makes a cover of her own. The ref counts 1…2..]
Quimby: She might do it, that was a close call their and it was just a reversal.
[Both stars are on their feet, but Zero already looks worn out and the match has just began.]
Jingler: It doesn’t look good for Zero.
Quimby: Those two need to stick to tag team matches. Zero and Midnight look sloppy in singles matches.
Jingler: Together they are a good team, but in singles something is just missing.
[Kyara whips Zero into the ropes. Zero bounces off and is caught in a sleeper hold. Kyara struggles to keep it locked as Zero is fighting to get out. Zero drops to one knee. Kyara sinks it in more as Zero drops down to both his knees.]
Jingler: I think this is going to put him away.
[Right then Zero reaches behind the head of Kyara and whips her forward and she slams into the mat.]
Quimby: He still has some fight left in him.
[Zero motions that he is going to finish it off and that he is going up top. He walks over to the turnbuckles and stands their looking, then he begins to climb the ropes. Zero gets to the top and looks out at Kyara then does a huge shooting star press.]
Jingler: He calls this one Zero Gravity and it should be enough to get the win.
[All of the sudden Kyara rolls out of the way and Zero goes crashing into the mat. Both participants are down and the ref begins to count 1….2….3……4…..5……6….7….8]
Jingler: It cant end in a draw, this wouldn’t be right.
Quimby: Who would advance?
[Right then Kyara gets to one knee. Zero gets to a knee also.]
Jingler: Thank god.
[Both participants are on their feet. Kyara walks over to Zero and hits a tornado ddt.]
Quimby: Perfect Death, Perfect Death.
Jingler: You must have been doing your homework for once, cause that’s the name of her finishing move.
[Kyara rolls over and makes the cover. She hooks the leg and the ref makes the count 1….2….3.]
Jade: Your winner of this match Kyara Lyton.
[Kyara raises her arm in victory as her music blasts across the pa system.]
Jingler: I just been told something is going on in the back.
[Scene fades backstage.]
The Arrest
[Lights are flashing, blue and red; these are the familiar lights of a police squad-car. In the distance, past a slew of production trucks, Nemesis is being marched, or rather dragged, by three Philadelphia police officers. He appears to be giving the trio quite a difficult time, despite his hands being handcuffed being his back, as they are struggling a great deal just to move him towards the car. He pushes back against them, and every few seconds they manage to move him about five or six steps, before another shoving match ensues.]
Nemesis: “CHAPLIN! CHAPLIN, you cowardly son of a bitch!”
[Nemesis truly looks like a wild animal: His face and eyes are filled with enormous veins, products of pure rage and hatred. Nemesis begins to struggle in particular against his handcuffs, so it seems.]
Nemesis: “ARRRGH!”
[He pulls to separate his hands so hard that the cuffs begins to break skin and penetrate into his wrists. Blood begins to seap from the wounds on his wrists.]
Nemesis: “ARRRRRRGGGGHH!”
[He stops momentarily, breathing very heavily. He looks up at the camera, almost as if he knew it were going to be right where it is, and smiles sadistically. Those sadistic can’t completely describe this look, there is something else. He begins to buck wildly, still trying to free himself from the cuffs, but also trying to shake off the three officers. Inadvertently, his head tosses backwards and blindsides one of the officers, who goes down hard, bleeding from the nose. Nemesis begins to grunt, as he strains against the other two. Just as he seems to be gaining an upper hand, a loud crackling, like the sound of an open electrical charge is heard. The third officer, now recovered, jams the prongs of a baton-tazer into the fleshy part of Nemesis’s lower-back.]
Nemesis: “ARG… AHHHHHHHHH!”
[Strangely enough, Nemesis’s response seems to be one of release… almost orgasmic as it were. He falls to the ground in a limp heap, and the officer continues to zap at him with the tazer, obviously fairly P.O.’ed at the state of his nose. Nemesis’s body quivers as the volts of electricity charge through it, however it seems as if he is enjoying himself.]
Officer #2: “Jerry, alright… enough! He’s secured.”
Officer #3 (Jerry): “The asshole broke my nose! He broke my nose!”
[Again Officer Jerry jabs at Nemesis with the tazer, not getting a full charge into him this time, but enough to produce a response… one that is intelligible, but sounds almost as if Nemesis was asking for “More.”]
Officer #1: “Damnit Jerry! Holster that baton, now! Hector, help me put Mr. Crandall into the car.”
[Officer Jerry begrudgingly cooperates, and Officer Hector and the 2nd Officer, pickup Nemesis under the arms, and drag him the remaining 30 feet to the squad-car. Officer Hector helps Nemesis, now barely conscious and breathing as if he’d just finished a marathon, sit upright. The door is shut, and just as Officer Hector and Officer Jerry are entering the front-seats of the car, Nemesis looks up, again as if knowing that the camera would be right where it is, and smiles in a manor that can only be compared to a post-coital or after-sex type of satisfaction. Finally, the squad-car speeds away from the Wachovia Center, sirens blaring, and lights blazing, bound for sure, for a holding-cell.]
The Mercenary VS Tyler Babylon
Winner advances to the 2nd round for the Universal Title
Jingler: Well, up now we have yet another “Masked Man” stepping into the fray. What is it with these guys that they don’t want to show their faces?
Quimby: I don’t know anything about that, but if Kasady is backing this guy, then I guess I’ll do the same.
[“Points of Authority” by Linkin Park blasts out, as Merc’s video package runs. “Anyone…Anytime…Anywhere” scrolls across the GlobalTron. The big masked man comes out to a largely negative response.]
Kara Jade: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a first round match of the Universal Title Tournament. First, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 297 lbs…… MERCENARYYYY!
Jingler: Have you noticed how many people have got Linkin Park as entrance music?
Quimby: No. I am not so anal as to notice that.
[Merc reaches the ring, and waits for his opponent in the corner.]
Kara Jade: And the opponent… TYLER…BABBYLONNNN!
[No music plays, and nobody comes out.]
Jingler: We are waiting now for Tyler Babylon. We have yet to hear from this young man.
Quimby: Maybe he had a sudden bout of acne.
Kara Jade:Erm… [Louder] TYLER BABYLONNNN!
[“Cocky” by Kid Rock suddenly screams out.]
Jingler: That isn’t Babylon’s music…that is…
Quimby: SMOKE! The Commissioner of Cool is here!
[Kasady Smoke struts down to the ring, with a uniform chant of “Smoke Sucks” from the crowd. He grabs a mic from Jade, and slides into the ring. He looks at Merc, then addresses the crowd.]
Smoke: WHAT’S UP PHILLY!
[Even more boos.]
Smoke: Ah, shut it. Nobody cares what any of you think. You wouldn’t know a quality product if it jumped up and bit you on the ass. But I don’t have time to trade banter with scum like you. I am here for a bit of business. As part of the contract that Mr Babylon signed, it stated that as an employee of GCW, he would be expected to make television appearances, and turn up for shows. He has done neither of these things. That is why, I am informing everyone now, that Tyler Babylon has been RELEASED. As of NOW, he no longer works for Global Championship Wrestling.
[Even more boos.]
Smoke: Hush. And as my friend Mercenary here no longer has an opponent, I announce that he will PROGRESS TO THE NEXT ROUND!
[HUGE boos. It is obvious the fans do not like what is happening. Mercenary holds his hands high, as Smoke shouts an order at Kara.]
Kara Jade: Erm…well…your winner… MERCEN…
[“The Red” by Chevelle hits, and the crowd pops massively.]
Jingler: CHAPLIN! The president is here! And he’s got a mic!
Chaplin: Hold it RIGHT there Smoke. Okay, I agree with the firing of Babylon. But you cannot just progress your flunky through the tournament with a click of your fingers. He has to fight just like everybody else.
Smoke: Fight? Fight who? Everybody on the card is booked!
Chaplin: Not everybody. I can announce now that Jamal Jenkins is STILL in jail, and as such Big Weaze does not have a match. He and Mercenary shall face off later in the show for a spot in the next round.
Smoke: WHAT!?! You cannot do that Chaplin!
Chaplin: I just… DID!
[Another HUGE pop from the crowd. “The Red” begins again, and Jeremy disappears backstage, leaving Smoke and Mercenary fuming in the ring.]
Crazy Bill VS Jarek Magnum
Winner advances to the 2nd round for the Universal Title
Kara Jade: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for a place in the second round of the Universal Title Tournament. Introducing the first challenger, he weighs in at 265 lbs… CRAAAAZY BILLLLL!
[“Lying from you” by Linkin Park begins, and Crazy Bill comes onto stage, to a reasonable pop from the crowd. He jogs to the ring, slapping some hands en route.]
Jingler: Another first round match for the Universal Title tournament, and this promises to be a good one. Both Crazy Bill and Magnum looking promising during the last month.
Quimby: They are both too goody goody for me.
Kara Jade: And his opponent, weighing in at 270 lbs, from Sunset Beach, CA… former GCW Tag Team Champion…JAREK…MAGGGGNUUUUMMM!
[“Rise” by the Cult rings out, and Jarek Magnum appears, to another good pop from the crowd. He too slaps the hands of his fans, then runs down and slides in. The bell rings.]
Jingler: This should be a good match… these two are both good technical wrestlers.
Quimby: Technical is just another term for boring. *Yawn*
[The two men lock up, with Magnum coming out on top. He whips Bill to the rope, then sends the “crazy” man down with a knee to the gut. Jarek drops and applies an arm bar. Bill uses his free arm to grab Jarek’s foot, and he uses great power to twist the foot around, forcing Jared to break the hold.]
Jingler: Some good reversals here, don’t you think Tyrone?
Quimby: Zzzzz……Zzzzz
Jingler: QUIMBY! Wake up!
Quimby: What…huh? Sorry… dropped off there.
[Both men are back up, and locked up again. Bill spins Magnum, and grabs the waist for a German Suplex, but Magnum hooks his foot inside Bill’s leg, and then elbows Crazy Bill in the face. Bill is spun round, and Magnum drops him with a neckbreaker. Cover from Jarek. ]
Jingler: Kickout at 2 from Bill. This is a good display of what a wrestling match should be.
Quimby: If all matches were like this, we’d be unemployed.
[Magnum lifts Bill up by the hair, and whips him to the corner. Magnum runs in, but Bill gets a foot up…now he slams Jarek into the corner, and he mounts for the punches. The crowd shouts along. ]
Crowd: ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
EIGHT…
NINE…
TEN!!!
[Bill grabs Magnum’s head, and leaps backwards, slamming Jarek face first to the mat in an X-Factor-like move. He hooks Magnum’s leg, kickout at 2.]
Jingler: This one is swinging back and forth all the time.
Quimby: Kinda like your wife, then, right?
[Jingler shoots him a glare. Bill stomps Magnum a couple of times, before lifting him up… DOUBLE ARM DDT! Another cover.]
Jingler:Bill starting to stamp his authority on this match…OOH! Magnum gets the shoulder up at 2. You have got to admit, this is entertainment, Tyrone?
Quimby: Maybe… but not so much as some pole dancers and midgets brawling.
Jingler:You worry me sometimes…
[Again Crazy Bill lifts Jarek up, and whips him to the rope. He swings an arm at Magnum on the return… Jarek ducks… flying elbow as he bounces off the ropes, sends Crazy Bill down. But the man from the asylum is quickly back to his feet, charges at Jarek…Magnum ducks and grabs him bythe waist…BOOM! Massive spinebuster.]
Jingler: You can not call this match… it is too close.
Quimby: Oh look…another submission move.
Jingler: That is not just a submission move…that is the CROSSOVER! Magnum’s patented back-to-back neck stretch. And you can hear Bill in agony!
[Magnum is applying the pressure, but Crazy Bill just refuses to tap out. The referee is right there checking.]
Jingler: I think Crazy Bill is just that…Crazy. He is too crazy to know he should tap.
Quimby: Yeah…like we care.
[Referee checks closer, and raises Bill’s free arm. It drops.]
Ref: ONE!
[He raises the arm again…]
Ref: TWO!
Jingler: If the arm drops again, Magnum wins and progresses.
[The referee raises the arm once again…and it drops…NO! Crazy Bill catches it an inch from the floor, and he clenches the fist, then points with his index finger, Hulk Hogan style.]
Quimby: Now I would NOT have guessed that that would happen.
Jingler: Bill is powering himself up…he breaks the hold!
[Magnum jumps off, as Bill leaps back to his feet. He charges at Magnum throwing clenched-fisted rights and lefts wildly.]
Jingler: He is like a madman!
Quimby: He IS a Madman you jackass!
[Jarek throws a punch in desperation, and Bill ducks it, spins Magnum around, and grabs the Full Nelson.]
Jingler: ASSYLUM! This is Bill’s trademark move!
Quimby: Finally.
[Bill lifts Magnum into the slam…but Jarek manoeuvres himself in mid air.]
Jingler: REVERSAL!
[Jarek spins out of the hold, and grabs Bill’s neck… ]
Jingler: DOWNFALL! Jarek’s special falling neckbreaker…and Crazy Bill is out of it. Magnum has the cover!
Ref: ONE!… TWO!… THREE!!!
Kara Jade: The winner, who shall progress to the next round… JAREK MAGNUMMM!
Steve Pipes VS Side-Effect
Winner advances to the 2nd round for the Universal Title
Kara Jade: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!
[Steve Pipes walks out to “Lay Your Hands On Me” by Bon Jovi. He shakes his head at the music and walks into the ring and waits.]
Kara Jade: AND HIS OPPONENT…. SIIIIIIIIDE EFFECT!!!
[The lights fall as “My Plague” by Slipknot begins playing. Side-Effect is nowhere to be found. The lights come back up and Side-Effect is sitting on the top turnbuckle behind Pipes. Pipes looks and then turns around only to be caught with a diving DDT.]
TQ: OhmiGod, Side Effect with a sneak attack here.
Jingler: It’s over before it even began Quimby!
[Side Effect with the cover but can only get a very close two count. He applies a choke hold on Pipes and gives it up after the referee threatens to disqualify him. Side Effect puts the boots in and Pipes rolls away to the outside. Side Effect runs across the ring and then runs back and attempts a corkscrew plancha over the top rope and connects!!!]
Jingler: Pipes can’t do anything but receive in this match, he got blindsided early and has not been able to recover.
TQ: This is messy is what it is, Side Effect doing whatever he wants.
[Side Effect picks Pipes up and sends him headfirst against the guardrail as the referee begins his count. 1.. 2… 3… Side Effect sends Pipes headfirst into the steel steps. 4…5… Side Effect slides in and slides back out to reset the count.]
Jingler: This man is here to just obliterate Steve Pipes. He wants that Universal Championship.
TQ: It’s kind of sexy if you think about it.
Jingler: I bet it is.
[Side Effect picks Pipes up and Pipes hits a lowblow. Side Effect staggers backwards and Pipes hits a running Savate kick to the throat. He takes a breather as Side Effect crawls toward the apron. Pipes slides in as Side Effect does and then drops a leg across the back of Side Effect’s neck. He goes for a cover but gets a quick one count.]
Jingler: After a shot to the…
TQ: Expletive deleted.
Jingler: … Side Effect is reeling here from the upstart Steve Pipes.
[Pipes takes the arms of Side Effect, places his feet between Side Effect’s shoulders and pulls back on his arms. Side Effect yells out in pain as Pipes holds the move.]
Jingler: Sweet mother…
TQ: Someone taught this man how to give an @$$ whuppin it looks like.
Jingler: I’ve never seen anything like this before, he’s just inventing ways to hurt our resident Hell’s Guardian.
TQ: Heh, hell’s guardian.
[Pipes rolls the move and sits on Side-Effect’s back and pummels the back of his head. He then grabs the arms again, picks Side-Effect up and lands a spinning Unprettier of sorts. Another cover, a two count.]
Jingler: Pipes is getting closer…
TQ: To overcoming this.
[Pipes gets back to his feet, still wincing from the beating he sustained earlier. He goes up top and perches, waiting for Side Effect to get up. He dives off and lands a cross body and gets a two count. He picks Side Effect up and hits a swinging DDT. Another two count.]
Jingler: Side Effect just won’t stay down!!!
TQ: Yeah, he wants that belt he’s working for, the ultimate crown in GCW. The Universal title.
Jingler: Goosebumps. Utter goosebumps.
[Pipes pulls Side Effect back up and drop kicks him back to the mat. He lands four or five elbow drops in succession. Two jumping legdrops. Three stomps to the chest. A running splash. Another pin, another two count.]
TQ: Mother of all things Holy, what’s it going to take.
Jingler: I don’t know, but I do believe that Pipes has an idea.
[Pipes climbs the top rope and waits for Side Effect to move, and he finally does, quickly. Side Effect dives at the ropes and racks Pipes up. Side Effect hits the blood rush DDT while Pipes is still on the turnbuckle. Pipes rolls off and Side Effect covers him. 1..2..3!!!!]
TQ: WOW!!!
Jingler: That was one of the sickest maneuvers I have ever seen.
Kara Jade: YOUR WINNER!!!! SIIIIIIIIIDE EEEEFFEEEEEEEECT!!!!!
The Mercenary VS Big Weaze
Winner advances to the 2nd round for the Universal Title
Jingler: Now finally we have a match set up earlier by GCW President Jeremy Chaplin. Commissioner Smoke fired Tyler Babylon, and declared Mercenary the winner of his match. However Jeremy didn’t like this, and set the match up between Big Weaze and Merc as Jamal Jenkins is still in Jail.
Quimby: What is this? Dynasty? It has become nothing more than a soap opera!
[“Hellraiser” by Motorhead screams across the arena, and the crowd has a mixed reaction. The huge Englishman steps out of the curtain.]
Kara Jade: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for a place in the second round of the Universal Championship Tournament. First, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 375lbs, and hailing from London, England. He is “Mr Destruction”… BIG….WEEEEEAAAAAZZZEEEE!
[The huge man steps right onto the side of the ring, then right over the ropes. He raises his fist high, and again receives a mixed reaction.]
Jingler: So far the fans don’t really know how to take this guy.
Quimby: I know where Merc is gonna’ take him…down for the one-two-three.
Kara Jade: And the opponent, he hails from parts unknown, and weighs in at 295 lbs… MERCENARY!
[“Points of Authority” echoes out again, and Mercenary comes walking down the ramp. Kasady Smoke is by his side, and the crowd react with HUGE boos.]
Quimby: You would think they would get bored of booing.
[Merc climbs up the steps, and removes his jacket. He stares up at Big Weaze. Smoke sits down next to Tyrone and puts on a headset.]
Quimby: Nice to see you again Mr. Smoke.
Smoke: You too Tyrone. I see Jingleberry is still riding on your coat tails.
Quimby: As ever.
Jingler: Brown nose.
Smoke: What was that, Steve? I think you should shut up and call the match.
Jingler: The bell rings, and this one is under way. Big Weaze looms high over Merc here, the masked man giving away 13 inches and about 80 lbs to the bigger man.
Quimby: Size isn’t everything, isn’t that right Mr Smoke?
Smoke: You would know, Tyrone.
Jingler: That was actually quite funny.
[Big Weaze taunts Mercenary, who runs at the bigger man, and lays into him with lefts and rights. Big Weaze just laughs them off, and pushes Merc away. Again Mercenary charges in, and is met with a big boot in the face. The masked man drops hard.]
Jingler: Your guy isn’t doing too good here, Kas.
Smoke: That’s MR SMOKE to you, and you wait. Big Wheeze… I liked that. Cannot remember who it was who coined that. Anyway, Big Wheeze cannot keep on forever. Thing about big men… low stamina.
[Big Weaze stomps away at Mercenary, having quite an impact. One last boot into the ribs, and the ref pulls Big Weaze off. Merc pulls himself up in the corner. Weaze pushes the ref out of the way, and charges at Merc for a big splash… Merc gets his feet up and catches Big Weaze in the face, sending the giant staggering backward. Merc climbs to the top rope. Cross Body Splash!]
Quimby: NO! How can he do that!
Jingler: Big Weaze just caught Mercenary in mid air! That is a 300 lb heavyweight, and Big Weaze just caught him like a cruiserweight! BOOM!
[Big Weaze throws Merc over his head in a massive fallaway-slam. Weaze drops for the first cover of the match.]
Jingler: One…Two…NO! Mercenary kicks out!
Smoke: Told you he was a fighter.
[Big Weaze lifts Mercenary by the mask, and lifts him right onto his shoulder. He runs towards the corner, but Merc drops off the back, and pushes Big Weaze face first into the turnbuckle. Now Merc backs off to the other corner.]
Smoke: Bye Bye Biggy.
[Merc runs at full speed towards Big Weaze, and drops his shoulder for the spear. Big Weaze steps aside and Mercenary goes between turnbuckles and slams shoulder first into the steel post. Merc drops holding his shoulder. ]
Quimby: Ouch… I think some damage has been done.
Smoke: It better not have. You know how much it cost me to hire him?!
[Big Weaze concentrates his stomps onto the damaged shoulder of Mercenary. He bends down and grabs the arm, and drags Mercenary into the middle of the ring, fully extending the shoulder.]
Jingler: That mask only muffles some of the scream. Mercenary is in serious pain.
Smoke: Damn jackass… what was he doing running in like that! He has brought this on himself!
[Big Weaze drags Merc to his feet, and uses his height to lock an abdominal stretch onto Merc, almost bending the shoulder right back around. The ref checks on Merc.]
Jingler: Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if your boy submitted to a simple move like that?
Smoke: He wouldn’t dare.
[Big Weaze is still applying the pressure, and Merc is shouting louder than ever. He is close to tapping on Weaze’s back. But Big Weaze releases the hold.]
Quimby: What? Why do that?
Jingler: He wants to impress on his debut. And it looks like he wants to end it with his finisher.
[He grabs Merc on the floor by the throat, and hoists him right up to his feet. He lifts Merc into a one armed Chokeslam.]
Jingler: This is it, Weaze’s Chokeslam!
Smoke: You think? My guy does his scouting. He knows how to counter every finisher in the fed.
[Merc lashes out with his right leg, and boots Big Weaze right in the crotch. The 7 footer collapses in a heap on the floor.]
Smoke: Told you. Now, it is over.
[Mercenary grabs Big Weaze up into a front facelock, and raises a fist to the crowd.]
Quimby: Here it comes… THE BREAKER! Hanging Suplex…into backbreaker, into face-first mat slam! What strength!
[Merc lifts the huge man into a Suplex…holds for a second, then drops him onto the shoulder for the backbreaker part…]
Smoke: NOOOOO!
Jingler: The weight of Big Weaze crashing down onto Mercenary’s already injured shoulder was too much! Merc just collapsed grasping his shoulder, and drops Big Weaze!
Smoke: Get up you moron!
[Big Weaze stands back up, holding his lower back.]
Quimby: That did damage to Wheeze as well mind.
Jingler: I don’t think it matters. He has Merc by the throat again…this one is academical.
[Big Weaze lifts Mercenary backup into the HUGE one-arm chokeslam…BOOOMMMM!]
Jingler: He lands it! Merc is down and OUT! And there is the cover!
Ref: One…Two…THREE!
Jingler: Big Weaze has done it! He progresses to the Semi-Finals of the Universal Championship Tournament!
Smoke: GOD DAMNIT CHAPLIN!
Jingler: Best laid plans of Mice and Men…
[Smoke shoots Jingler a stare, then throws off his headset. He slides into the ring.]
Quimby: Erm… Mr Smoke. I don’t think that was wise.
Jingler: For once…I agree with that man.
[Big Weaze towers over the much shorter man, and Smoke quickly backtracks to the corner.]
Jingler: This could be ugly.
[Suddenly “Down 4 Mah Niggaz” booms out of the loudspeakers.]
Quimby: JAMAL JENKINS!
Jingler: I thought he was still in Jail!
[Jamal appears on the stage, dressed in a convicts orange uniform]
Quimby: Guess not, and he has got a mic.
Jenkins: Peep dis dawg, I just got out of da joint a matter of an hour ago. Faggots thought you could keep me locked up, but your wrong. Speaking of faggots, where the hell is da bitch Jeremy Chaplin. I got an ass kicking for him, but for now punk ass Weaze, it's time to enter Hollywood.
Big Weaze: Sorry, “Hollywood”. I already had my match. I am going to the semi’s next week.
Smoke: Hold it. Your match was only re-arranged because Jamal wasn’t here. Well, he IS here. The match goes ahead. If you win Wheeze, you go straight to the Final. If he wins…you face off again next week in the smemi-finals! Ring the bell!!
Jenkins: Glad to see at least one cat in dis joint gots some balls.
[The bell rings and Jamal Jenkins comes racing down to the ring. Smoke strides up the ramp, sick grin on his face.]
Jingler: How can that be fair! Big Weaze has just been through a brutal match with Mercenary! He is still holding his back from the Breaker!
Quimby: That’s the way the giant cookie crumbles…
[Jamal slides under the ropes, and immediately hits a dropkick to Weaze’s knee, dropping the big man flat.]
Jingler: This is a totally different match in prospect, with Jamal giving away 130 lbs, a lot more than Merc. But Jamal is quick, agile. This is a case of David –v- Goliath.
Quimby: Who the hell is David?
Jingler: Illiterate slob.
[Jamal Jenkins quickly begins sticking the boots into the back of Big Weaze, and he jumps, landing a kneedrop onto the injured back.]
Jingler: You gotta give Hollywood credit, he is sensible in the ring. Concentrating on the already weakened part of Big Weaze.
[Jenkins lifts Big Weaze up, and whips him to the rope, Weaze tries for a clothesline on the way back, but Jenkins ducks…superkick! And Weaze goes down. Jamal hooks the leg.]
Quimby: Oooh! So close for Jamal…kickout at 2.
[Jenkins lifts Big Weaze up, but the bigger man pushes Hollywood away, and swings for a massive clothesline.]
Jingler: He ducked! Jamal ducked again, and Weaze just decapitated the referee! The referee I think is dead!
Quimby: Oh…this is what we have all wanted to see!
[Both men slide out of the ring, and both grab steel chairs. They climb back in, and charge…]
CLLANNGGGGG!
Jingler: They hit each other’s chairs! And both men drop their weapons…DDT FROM WEAZE, RIGHT ONTO THE CHAIR! Jenkins has had all of the run, but Weaze has just turned this around.
Quimby: The giant is going to fly!
[Big Weaze grabs Jenkin’s up, and lifts him to the top turnbuckle. He gives the signal for the Weaze’s Chokeslam.]
Quimby: Big Weaze is going secure himself a trip to the Universal Championship Title Match here!
Jingler: Sure looks that way…
[Big Weaze climbs the corner, and grabs Jamal’s throat. Jamal punches him in the face. And again. He knocks Weaze’s arm aside, and jump’s upwards.]
Jingler: Top Rope Sunset Flip Powerbomb! And Weaze landed on those two chairs, right on his back!
Quimby: Weaze is in agony here…and Jamal kicks the chairs out of the ring. How convenient, now the referee wakes up.
[Jamal covers the big man, and the referee counts. One…Two…Three!]
Jingler: Jamal Jenkins Wins! He and Weaze will face off again next week for a place in the final!
Quimby: Weaze is the first one to learn, do not screw with Kasady Smoke!
Jingler: Who is this? SIDE EFFECT AND MAGNUM! The other two winners of the Universal Title Tournament first round matches! They are out here brawling in front of us, as Jamal is taunting Big Weaze in the ring. And the big man is back up…SPEAR ON JENKINS!
CRASH!
Jingler: Side Effect and Magnum just went through the Russian Announcer’s table!
Quimby: This has been one damn fine show, and a sign of things to come!
Jingler: Hell yes. One of these four men will be Universal Champion, but we have to leave you in the midst of this chaos. See you next Friday…for MELTDOWN!
[Scene fades out from the arena, as we see Kasady Smoke standing on the ramp, laughing at the anarchy below. Fade into the control room, where we see Jeremy Chaplin, watching the havoc unfold on the monitors.]
Chaplin: He thinks he can walk into this federation and change everything. I got news for him. This is MY company, and things will be different next week at Meltdown. After all…
[Chaplin turns to look directly into the camera.]
Chaplin: …There is no Smoke…without FIRE!
[The scene fades to a GCW logo.]
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