Out For Justice III. "Heroes & Monsters" [RECAP]
Jan 5, 2018 20:46:45 GMT -8
Foreign Terrortory, Mark Storm, and 2 more like this
Post by CWD Staff on Jan 5, 2018 20:46:45 GMT -8
Jan. 5, 2018
Los Angeles, CA.
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GWD “Heroes and Monsters” starts rolling in the office of Ethan Roerich behind his desk and engaged in a conversation in-progress. With who? Well, let’s just spin this camera around and…
Sammy Duke? That’s right, the “Lion of pro wrestling”, the kid that got involved in the cage match at Out For Justice II! Let’s turn up the volume and see what these two are possibly talking about.
Ethan Roerich: ...I don’t know why you did it. But the fact remains, you showed me spunk. And that’s why I stopped security from throwing you out after technically trespassing on my show.
Sammy Duke: Uhh. Yeah. Sorry about that...I just got, eh, kind of emotional.
Ethan Roerich: It’s okay because it...I can’t believe I’m doing this...but it may have worked out the best for you.
Sammy looked across the desk at Ethan, surprised as ever. What did the boss mean, “worked out the best for him”
Ethan Roerich: Ever since my show ended and we saw Mark Storm crowned as our top dog and not the Nameless monster, I was thinking about how brave you were to have leapt into action like that. Nameless could have ripped you apart, you could have faced criminal trespassing charges...but you still did it anyway. So, what I’m saying is...that heart could make me a lot of money.
Sammy Duke: What? Are you…?
Ethan Roerich: And if you can make me a lot of money, then I can make you a lot of money too.
Sammy Duke: You can make me rich? What...what do I have to do?
Ethan Roerich opens the top desk draw and pulls out a slip of paper, passing it across the desk face down to Sammy.
Ethan Roerich: Read this. Then decide if you want to be famous. Famous and rich...all I’m asking is try it for a month. The Puroresu event is the twenty-eighth. Give us a try until then. If I can’t make you rich, and famous by then, I’ll wish you the best of luck in your future and even give you a sizable severance check..
Sammy carefully takes the paper, which we can safely assume is a contract to read it over carefully, his hands even slightly trembling as he did so.
Ethan Roerich: Just take some time to think about it. Let me know your answer later tonight. And while you’re here, feel free to help yourself to any of the amenities. I’ve got to go oversee my show now. Excuse me.
Ethan pushes his chair out from the desk and stands up, leaving the room. Leaving Sammy to look over the offer…
MINX: What do you think he will do?
DYNAMITE: No freaking clue!
No pyros or television crews or huge production trucks are anywhere in vision, just three large tour buses, two semi-trucks and a large dome shaped arena in the center of a circular parking lot. The skyscrapers of DTLA surround the dome and copious amounts of fans draped in Global Wrestling Division merchandise travel beyond security and into a venue that seats about 4,500 individuals. The old school indy feel is very much the case with rows and rows of folding chairs at ring side surrounding the guard railing that leads up to a large video screen, creating an aisle for the GWD talent to make their way to the ring a little later this evening. As fans settle in, the smoking hot Kelsi Minx and her co-worker "Dynamite" David Rollins take their positions at the announce table at ringside. Our skeleton film crew does it's best to capture quality footage and sound.
MINX: Good evening folks and welcome to another installment of the Global Wrestling Division! I'm Kelsi Minx.
DYNAMITE: And I'm Dynamite Rollins! We hope you enjoyed your holidays as we sure as heck did.
MINX: We witnessed the crowning of our first American Justice Champion in a brutal and amazingly displayed contest.
DYNAMITE: Your Hero... and mine, walked out as champion and it was a beautiful, beautiful, thing.
MINX: Later tonight, the newly crowned champion will defend his championship against--What now?!
WHEN THE RED LIGHT COMES ON I TRANSFORM...WHEN THE RED LIGHT COMES ON I TRANSFORRRRRM...
DYNAMITE: "It's Britneyy!!!! Yipppy!!
MINX: Wow Dynamite... wow.
The lights darken in the building. A red spotlight hits the top of the entranceway to show a lifesize box that a doll would come in. A clear door opens on the lifesize box and out of the doll box walks 'The Living Doll', Brit Anders. A red spotlight follows her as she walks to the ring confidently as 'Bad Girl' continues playing. As she walks up the ring steps, she then moves to the center of the ring apron, turning to face the entranceway. She then finally turns back around and enters the ring. She walks to the middle of the ring as the spotlight then fades as the lights turn back on in the building. Demanding a microphone, Britney is handed one by the ring announcer. She moves to the center of the ring with a smirk on her face.
Britney Anders: "Is this how you greet your future American Justice champion? I mean come on, I come out to start the show, to kick things off with a bang and you boo me?"
Britney shakes her head but the booing continues. The Doll of GWD could potentially be drawing the boos from the t-shirt she's wearing that says #IDontStandWithSammy, a clear dig at fan favorite Sammy Duke.
Britney Anders: "You know what, forget it, tonight isn't about you guys, or your opinion of me, but it's actually about justice. Like, real life justice. As most of you are aware, there has been a constant thorn in my side from the day this company opened it's doors, and that thorn is a small, little prickly thing named Chris Compact. Not only has he watched me tap out, not only did he beat me in a finisher only match which was lame anyway, but he also decided to hack the GWD Twitter account and call me the stunt double for WoahVicky. WOAH Compact...pump the brakes, as a matter of fact, Ethan Roerich, I need you to come down to the ring right now. Don't make me wait, because we need to have a little chit chat about Chris Compact and his place in the headline contest tonight."
Britney turns around to shhh the crowd and then screams into the microphone.
Britney Anders: "I know you probably have a secretary backstage, making sure your night is on the RISE, Roerich, but I need you to get your corporate looking, suit wearing, freak hiring self out here and remove Chris Compact from the triple threat!"
MINX: She must be joking.
DYNAMITE: No she's dead serious Kelsi. Or as they say in New York... she's dead ass.
MINX: Stay off of social media Rollins.
DYNAMITE: Why?!
Britney Anders lifts the microphone to her leads once again, showing the infamous GWD global logo on the side of a microphone cuff. Before she can speak she's interrupted by "3 Below" by Saint John. The fans actually roar with excitement as Ethan Roerich, the GWD Chairman strides down the aisle in a nice suit, and a clipboard. Roerich enters the ring with a smile and approaches Britney, asking for the microphone with his hand out. Anders hands over the mic.
MINX: This is the first time Ethan Roerich has not been in his fancy vehicles, this is exciting!
DYNAMITE: It is pretty exciting. Look at the attire, I swear Mr. Roerich is a GQ Model. He has to be.
MINX: I hope so... oh my god I am so in love right now.
DYNAMITE: Easy Kelsi.
ETHAN ROERICH: First of all Britney, you should be grateful I even placed you in that match. Second of all, get out of my ring.
Ethan turns his focus to the fans now. Britney rolls her eyes at his brash demand. Like she was going to leave the spotlight for anyone.
ETHAN ROERICH: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WELCOME TO THE GLOBAL WRESTLING DIVISION!!!
The pop is miraculous.
ETHAN ROERICH: Thank you. When you're welcomed to the GWD you're welcomed to a world you never expect to be apart of. You're placed against obstacles that you feel you may not be able to overcome, but in the end you move mountains. These type of competitors are exactly the types we are seeking. The bold type. The men and women with the faith to take that leap. And speaking of faith, I'm going to put my faith in this young man's ability. Allow me to introduce you all to one of our newest signees, Sammy "The Lion" Duke, the man that is going to give a name to the monster!
~Never doubt that you’re the one, and you can have your dream!~
Joe Esposito’s “You’re the Best Around” kicks on prompting the appearance of the heart of a lion, the man that stood up to the monster Nameless two weeks ago, Sammy Duke himself! He was wearing black track pants with a yellow double pin stripe and a black t-shirt with the yellow #StandWithSammy text across the front of it, and topped the ensemble off with a big grin from...happiness! Sammy shot his arms up in the air, sending the GWD crowd into another loud uproar as they shadow his movements!
Dynamite: A true man of the people…
~Try your best to win them all and one day time will tell!~
A look of disgust from Britney wasn’t even enough to keep Sammy from smiling as he strode confidently down the aisle. At ringside he shot his arms up once more, prompting the crowd to do the same before Sammy slid into the ring under the bottom rope. Just as the next lyric hit;
~When you’re the one that’s standing there you’ll reach the final bell!~
He jumped up to his feet, locking eyes with Britney. The was as thick as a porterhouse steak...almost like that particular line of the song was a direct message to Britney herself… *wink wink*
Roerich: That’s enough you two. Now, Sammy, as I was saying last show, when you leapt out of your seat, you actually showed spunk. The kind of spunk I could use around here. So, that’s why I want to offer you...
Ethan Roerich places the briefcase on the top turnbuckle and opens it, removing a contract and handing it to Sammy. Britney looks absolutely beside herself that anyone would even TRY to upstage her in any way, ESPECIALLY a guy like Sammy Duke of all people, as she tries to interject, but is interrupted by Sammy himself!
Sammy Duke: Whoa. You...want to sign me? I’m flattered, really. It wasn’t so long ago that I was just a fan and now here I am as a champion in one company, and a major acquisition to another…….
Sammy shifts his attention to Britney as he continues.
Sammy: Earlier today, I had a lot to think about. A certain somebody gave me an offer that, quite frankly, could have made me quite rich. I was offered ten thousand dollars…
Minx: For what?!
The look on Britney’s face changed from upstaged anger to a more wry, sly smile like she knew what Sammy was going to say.
Sammy: ...It was to stay away from the Global Wrestling Division. To turn my back and walk away, never to return.
“BOOOOOOO!!”
Dynamite: What?! Sammy was offered ten grand to NOT take this offer?!
Minx: Why? It’s almost like someone is afraid of him…
Sammy: It was an offer delivered to me by Jill Klein, the publicist to several top stars, including GWD’s own Britney Anders…
Now, I’ll be honest, that’s a lot of money, and I did think about it. A lot. The things I could do with ten thousand dollars is more than I can count on my hands…
Sammy steps closer to Britney closing the gap between them, his hand gripping the mic ever-tighter.
Sammy: Britney...I know you put your publicist up to that. Now allow me to deliver you my answer, personally.
Before he can answer, a loud chorus of “NO!” begins to break out from the crowd causing both a smirk to form on Sammy’s face and a look of concern, despair even, to come across Britney’s…
Sammy: Actually, I think these fans are answering you for me! The truth is, for every fan that ever wanted to be a part of the show, I am that fan. For everyone that was ever told they couldn’t do something, I was told that too. I can’t just turn away from that, regardless of the money involved…
Mr. Roerich, I’ll take that contract, and anything else that comes with it!
Roerich holds out the paper to Sammy, who himself takes out a pen. Without taking his eyes off of Britney, he signs his name along the dotted line of the GWD contract, while Britney watches as if Sammy just gave her a slap to the face!
Ethan Roerich: Well I guess it’s official. Sammy Duke is now an official part of the Global Wrestling Division...and as a gift, I even have a match for you at Puroresu.
Sammy turns to face Ethan, his smile still having not left his face.
Ethan Roerich: You, Sammy Duke, will take on...the monster, NAMELESS!
The crowd collectively gasp at the idea of Sammy tangoing up with the brute who’s face he had just smashed a cage door into a couple of weeks ago!
Sammy’s smile instantly faded as his complexion turned to pale as a ghost! Britney’s frown turned to all smiles, even laughing at the misfortune of GWD’s newest star as she slowly crept out of the ring. She walked backwards up the ramp, still laughing at Sammy’s new fate……
MINX: Sammy Duke may have bitten off more than he can chew.
DYNAMITE: Poor fellow. He's responsible for Nameless. I'd be trying to get that contract back.
Jamal Scott appears walking through the parking garage area of the Coliseum. Fans who couldn’t make it into the arena peer down into the parking garage where we see none other than, newly signed, Jamal Scott with his cell phone in front of his face apparently creating a twitter video of some sort.
JAMAL SCOTT: What’s up Los Angeles! I’m here! I’m really here. It’s a whole lotta heel shit about to happen around GWD. A whole lotta heel shit! That’s all we getting to see around here, no what I’m saying? Not no more. Not on my watch! GWD going crazy, it’s a whole lotta heel shit going on around here. It’s time to stop that. Its time to give the fans someone they can love. Someone they can care for—
Jamal stops speaking when he is approached by Brady Vega.
JAMAL SCOTT: What do we have here?
BRADY VEGA: Brady V, that’s me, it would appear that I am in the place to be.
JAMAL SCOTT: Is this GWD?
BRADY VEGA: The only place it could be, do you smell the scum?
JAMAL SCOTT: We might need to dial up the exterminator B.
BRADY VEGA: Do you see this bullshit going on week after week?
JAMAL SCOTT: It’s a whole lotta heel shit!
BRADY VEGA: It’s time to show ‘em how we deal with that Heel shit Scott.
Brad Vega and Jamal Scott enter the Coliseum and the cameras fade out to black.
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Adi Gold -vs- Fiona
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Fiona stands in the ring awaiting the arrival of Adi Gold.
DYNAMITE: Are you ready for this golden moment?!
MINX: Shut up.
Fischerspooner's NEVER WIN hits over the PA System. Adi Gold comes out into the crowd rubbing her hands together as she heads down towards the ring. She looks disgusted and ignores the GWD fans reaching out at her, she does this until she gets near the ring as Adi slides into the ring and stands in the middle holding her hands in the air smirking.
DING! DING! DING!
DYNAMITE: Are you ready for this golden moment?!
MINX: Shut up.
Fischerspooner's NEVER WIN hits over the PA System. Adi Gold comes out into the crowd rubbing her hands together as she heads down towards the ring. She looks disgusted and ignores the GWD fans reaching out at her, she does this until she gets near the ring as Adi slides into the ring and stands in the middle holding her hands in the air smirking.
DING! DING! DING!
The match begins with Adi Gold catching Fiona with an unsuspecting dropkick to the face. Gold continues the assault with punches and kicks that force Fiona back into the corner where she clinches onto the ring cables and the referee is forced to create some separation.
MINX: Adi Gold is really aggressive to appear so graceful.
DYNAMITE: I like it. I think she should be a little more aggressive given the talent we have on the GWD roster.
The two women lock up in the center of the ring once again, this time with Fiona getting the upperhand and slamming Adi Gold to the canvas via a dragon whip. Adi is back on her feet quickly and stumbles into Fiona’s clutches once more, this time Fiona utilizes a textbook snapmare take over and Adi Gold just slides out of the ring much to the disapproved pop from the fans. Gold ignores their jeers and starts walking up the aisle leaving Fiona in the center of the ring confused.
MINX: Adi Gold has had enough.
DYNAMITE: Is she quitting? What’s happening?
PJ Ché reaches a count of six before Fiona steps out, ruining his entire count and forcing him to start over. The crowd pops heavily when Fiona reaches her in the center of the aisle and the two begin to exchange punches in front of the audience. Fiona gets the upper hand and connects with a stiff superkick that knocks Adi Gold senseless. Fiona guides Gold to her feet and slides her into the ring. Fiona make the cover and PJ drops down to count it,
…1!...
…2!...
…KICKOUT!...
MINX: Near fall! She was so close.
DYNAMITE: These two women could very well be competing in the American Justice Championship matches in a couple of months.
Adi Gold nails Fiona in the stomach with a forearm before rising to her feet and slingshotting herself out of the ring cables. Fiona lands a powerful spinning backfist that laves Adi Gold moderately dazed. Fiona slinds herself out of the ring ropes in an attempt to back it up, but Adi Gold snaps out of her trance at the last second and jumping out of the way. Fiona charges toward Adi Gold and is met with a running spinning heel kick. Fiona hits the canvas hard and Gold makes an arrogant cover,
…1!...
…2!...
…KICKOUT!...
MINX: You can’t make a cover like that and expect to win.
Adi Gold steps onto the ring apron, allowing Fiona to make it back to her feet before executing a springboard missle dropkick.
MINX: Adi looking to capitalize on every opportunity she gets here tonight.
DYNAMITE: She’s the Gold Standard around here! Don’t do it bold… do it Gold, and can you believe Fiona had the audacity to make a joke out of such a golden name? … Get it?!
MINX: Yeah we get it Dynamite. We get it.
Adi Gold leaps from the middle ring cable and attempts an elbow drop but Fiona rolls out of harms way and Gold connects with nothing but the canvas. Fiona locks up wit Adi Gold almost immediately and slams her to the mat using a snap suplex. Fiona stays locked up with Adi Gold and the two rise to their feet once more and Fiona performs yet another snap suplex before rolling onto Adi Gold and makes a cover.
…1!...
…2!...
…KICKOUT!...
…KICKOUT!...
MINX: Another close call! Fiona nearly walked out our winner tonight.
DYNAMITE: To be a jokester, I do see Fiona needing to be taken a little more seriously.
Fiona sends Adi Gold into the ring ropes using the irish whip and then doubles over. Adi Gold returns and executes an unexpected swinging neckbreaker. Gold pulls Fiona down to the canvas before she can sit up properly and hooks the leg while making the cover. PJ drops down and Gold starts placing her feet on the ring ropes for leverage.
…1!...
…2!...
…PJ stops his count when he notices Adi Gold’s feet on the ring cable.
MINX: Great awareness by our Jr. Official.
DYNAMITE: PJ is sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.
MINX: Preventing someone from cheating isn’t the refs business? I’m confused on your logic there Rollins.
DYNAMITE: DO T BOLD! DO IT GOLD!
Adi Gold argues with PJ Ché for a brief moment before she is caught off guard by Fiona who pulls her down into a schoolgirl roll up. PJ counts the pin,
…1!...
…2!...
…KICKOUT!...
Adi Gold brings Fiona down with a double leg take down and then flips her over, locking her into a boston crab. Fiona wisely begins to crawl toward the ropes and grabs hold of the bottom rope. Adi Gold ignores this and keeps wrenching back on Fiona’s legs creating a torque on her lower back that isn’t pleasant. Pj Ché eventually has to step in and force separation. He backs Adi Gold down while giving her a long pep talk about her actions.
MINX: Look at her.
DYNAMITE: She can do that she’s the boss of our dvd taping crew!
MINX: That means nothing. She can’t talk to the ref like that.
DYNAMITE: She can say whatever she may please.
MINX: Not like this. She’s basically intimidating the official.
DYNAMITE: If Mr. Roerich doesn’t come out and speak on it, it doesn’t hold much value now doe sit?
PJ Ché is shoved to the side by Adi Gold who then steps forward and is greeted by Fiona’s backside as she connects with Back It Up! Adi Gold is down on the canvas and Fiona makes a cover.
…1!...
…2!...
…3! NO! NO!..
…NO! KICKOUT! PJ Ché signals the shoulder was up before he his hand hit the canvas...
DYNAMITE: That’s bullshit!
MINX: Looked fair to me.
Fiona can’t believe it as she rises to her feet and heads for the ring ropes. She doesn’t notice Adi Gold hot on her tail and is immediately clotheslined out of the ring by Adi Gold.
MINX: Adi Gold is getting the upper hand now.
DYNAMITE: As she should. Do it bold. Do it Gold!
MINX: Stop with that, please.
Fiona rises to her feet and jumps out of the way at the last second as Adi Gold flies between the ropes attempting a suicide dive, only to nearly commit suicide when she smashes into the announce table.
DYNAMITE: This announce table is tough! DO IT BOLD! DO IT GOLD!
Meanwhile Fiona has rolled back into the ring and Adi Gold is climbing back in a little dazed and only focusing on beating the count. Adi makes it in at a count of nine and when she rises to her feet she is hit by Fiona’s backside when Fiona decides to Back It Up once again. Fiona quickly makes the cover, and PJ Ché drops down to make the count,
…1!...
…2!...
…3!...
DING! DING! DING!
LYOTO SILVA: Here is your winner, by pinfall….FIONA!!!
The fans cheer for Fiona while she stands in the ring with her hand raised in victory. Fiona exits the ring and heads up the aisle with Adi Gold having a huge argument with Pj Ché in the center of the ring. Adi Gold is seen mouthing, “Do you know who my dad is?!” as cameras fade into a different segment.
MARK STORM: It's showtime, baby.
Coming to view is the newly crowed GWD American Justice Champion, who's on the move with the camera following him as he grabs his luggage out of the trunk of a rolls Royce. He waves goodbye to the driver, before turning and making his way to the arena. There's fans already outside, queuing up hours ahead of schedule and once they notice the champion is on his way, they applaud. Storm chuckles, turning to the camera beside him and giving a sadistic smirk that he delivers so often. His championship belt buckled around his waist, his wearing a purple suit, tinted shades and has a debonair look about him as he approaches a set of fans. He poses for a couple of photos, signs a few autographs but before you know it he's being escorted away by some guards.
We're in the backstage area now, still following Mark who nods his head at a couple of workers who walk by and smile at him, congratulating him on his championship win not so long ago.
MARK STORM: Well isn't this a heroes welcome.
He smiles, continuing to walk down the corridor.
CAMERA CREW MEMBER: First championship defense for you tonight mister Storm. Any pre-match jitters?
Letting out a chuckle, Mark didn't answer with words right away - he let his mannerisms do the talking, shrugging his shoulders before shaking his head sideways.
MARK STORM: Nah, none at all. I'm more excited than anything. It's a special occasion tonight and there's no one more fitting than Chris Crippler, to get the first crack at my championship belt.
CAMERA CREW MEMBER: You've spoken about how Crippler has become complacent over the last few years, in your promo this week. Do you believe that because he has something to prove, that you're going to get the best out of him tonight?
MARK STORM: Whoever I step in the ring with automatically I bring the best out of them. It's not by choice, it's just what happens. I bring the best out of people because I strike a chord, I tell them what I think about them and they react. They wanna bury me six feet under and that's good for them and me, because I wanna do the exact same to them. Chris does have something to prove. Not to the world, because everyone's always going to see him as this legend that has blessed this profession with unbelievable work. He has to prove to me, that he still wants this as much as he wanted it a decade ago, or even two. He has something to prove to me.
CAMERA CREW MEMBER: And what about you, do you have something to prove?
There isn't an immediate answer and you can honestly draw from this that Storm is thinking of the appropriate answer. Of course he had something to prove, but at the same time - did he?
MARK STORM: I have something to maintain. Maintaining this idea that's been manifested over the last couple of months. This idea that I am the best wrestler in the world. I've already proven it. Now it's just about maintaining that statement. I'm sure that Crippler is going to be wanting to tarnish that but I don't think he will. I do, because I can. He won't, because - well... you know how the saying ends.
Reaching his locker room door, he nods to the camera crew member he was just speaking to before entering the room as the screen gradually faded to black.
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[- NO. 1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH -]
Winner Receives American Justice Championship Opportunity
Chris Compact -vs- Tapioca Joe -vs- Britney Anders
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Chris Compact is already standing in the ring as a pair of bright, golden lights flash across existence as Queen's "Princes of the Universe" sounds out across the arena. At the :15 mark, the lights fall on the center of the platform, where Tapicoa Joe stands still and prepared, wearing his trademark black wrestling pants. At the :27 mark, he turns around toward the ring and raises his arms, cueing a display of brilliant, showering golden fireworks shooting wonderfully up from the side of the ramp. He stands and looks around coolly as cheers from the diehard wrestling fans who recognize who he is rain down upon him from all sides, until the :45 mark, when he begins to make his way down to the ring, slapping a couple of hands on the way down the ramp. At the 1:11 mark, Joe removes his jacket and tosses it calmly down onto the floor. He ascends the steps of the ring and enters it.
The lights darken in the building. A red spotlight hits the top of the entranceway to show a lifesize box that a doll would come in. A clear door opens on the lifesize box and out of the doll box walks 'The Living Doll', Brit Anders. A red spotlight follows her as she walks to the ring confidently as 'Bad Girl' continues playing. As she walks up the ring steps, she then moves to the center of the ring apron, turning to face the entranceway. She then finally turns back around and enters the ring. She walks to the middle of the ring as the spotlight then fades as the lights turn back on in the building. Brit then moves to her corner.
DING! DING! DING!
WHEN THE RED LIGHT COMES ON I TRANSFORM...WHEN THE RED LIGHT COMES ON I TRANSFORRRRRM...
The lights darken in the building. A red spotlight hits the top of the entranceway to show a lifesize box that a doll would come in. A clear door opens on the lifesize box and out of the doll box walks 'The Living Doll', Brit Anders. A red spotlight follows her as she walks to the ring confidently as 'Bad Girl' continues playing. As she walks up the ring steps, she then moves to the center of the ring apron, turning to face the entranceway. She then finally turns back around and enters the ring. She walks to the middle of the ring as the spotlight then fades as the lights turn back on in the building. Brit then moves to her corner.
DING! DING! DING!
The match begins with Chris Compact and Britney Anders going right for each other leaving Tapioca Joe a moment to scout his opponents. Compact swings at Anders and she ducks under the wild right hook and responds with multiple knife edge chops of her own. Anders throws Compact against the ropes and he returns and nails Anders with a flying crossbody. Chris Compact makes it to his feet and is locked into an unexpected sleeper hold from Tapioca Joe.
MINX: Joe's gonna make him tap!
DYNAMITE: That's what he does best.
DYNAMITE: That's what he does best.
Anders dives into the back of Joe’s leg, forcing him to release Compact and to fall to one knee. Anders delivers a buzz saw kick to the spine before walking over to Chris Compact and clobbering him with forearm strikes to the back. Compact rises up and grabs Anders by the legs, using his strength to flip her over the top rope and to the outside. She lands on her feet and stumbles forward into the broadcast table. Anders steps away from the table and walks right into a big front flip plancha from Chris Compact. The crowd erupts with cheers as the match is now escalating a level that the GWD fan base is known for loving.
MINX: Love them or hate them the GWD Fans tell us to respect them!
DYNAMITE: They really have made us who we are!
DYNAMITE: They really have made us who we are!
Chris Compact stomps on Anders one time before Tapioca Joe approaches him and both men begin to exchange punches. Joe lands a powerful European uppercut that leaves Compact stunned long enough for him to pull him into a front grapple and slam him to the mats on the outside via a belly to belly suplex. Tap rises and is slowed down by a chair shot from Britney Anders! The crowd pops and roar with boos as Britney Anders continues to assault Tapioca Joe.
MINX: Oh come on!
DYNAMITE: It’s NO DQ in a triple threat match! You know this. I know this. We all know this by now.
MINX: I understand that, but I just don’t like her attitude.
Britney Anders swings the chair at Chris Compact and he moves out of the way, causing Britney Anders to smack the ring stairs. The vibration shoots up her arms and she drops the chair. Compact shoves Anders into the same set of ring stairs before turning his focus to Tapioca Joe. Joe hits Compact with a clothesline and the crowd pops for Joe.
GWD FANS: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
MINX: Tap is def. over!
DYNAMITE: I'd sure say so!
Tapioca Joe steps back into the ring while Anders on the outside starts to stir and Chris Compact slides back into the ring. Tap gets a hold of Compact and slams him to the mats via a german suplex. He bridges his back and Nicole Bender drops to make the count,
…1!...
…2!...
…BREAK COUNT!...
Britney Anders dives in and makes the save. Tapioca Joe climbs to his feet and is met by a low blow that is followed up by a reverse ddt from Britney Anders. Anders covers Tapioca Joe,
…1!...
…2!...
…KICKOUT!...
Tap throws his shoulder up and The Doll expresses her anger to Nicole Bender by shoving her backwards.
MINX: Whoa now!
DYNAMITE: The American Justice Championship means the world to Britney Anders!
Anders walks right into Tapioca Joe’s clutches and is tripped up and forced to the canvas. Tap holds her by the Achilles and applies the sharpshooter in the center of the ring! The crowd begins to chant while Britney squirms around in pain on the canvas.
GWD FANS: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
DYNAMITE: The chants have got to be getting to her!
Chris Compact slides into the ring quickly and hits Joe in the face with a superkick, forcing him to release Anders and the fans to quit down. Anders rolls away in pain leaving Compact and Joe to battle in the ring. Chris Compact throws Joe into the ring ropes and slams him down via the samoan drop! Chris Compact makes a cover,
…1!...
…2!...
…BREAK COUNT!...
Britney Anders flies in and lands on top of Compact and Joe with a splash. Anders shoves Compact to the side and makes a cover on Tap.
…1!...
…2!...
…KICKOUT!...
Anders moves over to Compact and makes the cover on him.
…1!...
…2!...
…KICKOUT!...
Chris Compact powers through the cover and Anders’ frustration becomes visible. Britney Anders kicks Compact in the ribs before focusing on Tapioca Joe. Joe rises to his feet and Britney uses this opportunity to execute a head scissors that brings Tapioca Joe back down to he canvas. Anders makes the cover,
…1!...
…2!...
…BREAK COUNT!...
Chris Compact breaks up the count with afoot stomp to the back of Anders skull. She rolls away from Tap and Compact backs her into a corner and grabs hold of the top rope before putting the boots to her. Compact tosses Anders across the ring to the opposite side and charges after her. Compact slows down as Anders wisely slides out of the ring before Chris Compact can reach her.
DYNAMITE: These two have really built a mutual hatred for one another.
MINX: Something like that.
Tapioca Joe catches Chris Compact with a downward spiral while Anders is on the outside arguging with a fan. Joe locks in the koji clutch and the crowd erupts!!!
DYNAMITE: Oh crap!
GWD FANS: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
The sound of the crowd is unbeasrable and Chris Compact is forced to tap out. Anders slides in and watches with complete shock and aw at the sight of Chris Compact taping.
DING! DING! DING!
LYOTO SILVA: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPIONSHIP....TAPIOCA JOE!
GWD FANS: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
MINX: Joe did it. He squeaked in a victory while Anders was distracted by a fan wearing a fake Tapioca Joe mustache.
DYNAMITE: That's not fair. He should be disqualified.
MINX: She definitely started the argument Dynamite.
Fading in from black, the camera follows a black corvette down what appears to be the Pacific Coast. The car speeds around bends as a cover of “Youth Gone Wild” By Asking Alexandria blares from the stereo system. In cinematic fashion, we fade to a view of eyes staring back at the camera through the rear view mirror. Finally, as the camera continues to speed along, a female voiceover begins speaking.
“Japan. Canada. Mexico. England. France. My battlegrounds have reached far and wide. I’ve seen and done it all. Battle tested. But the heart of a warrior never stops beating. My only question - where does my journey take me next?”
We cut from car to clips of Melody Marshall wrestling all over the world. She drops one woman with a big dragon suplex in what appears to be a Japanese ring. She nails a flying knee in front of a rabid English crowd. More clips play as the song continues. We cut back to the car. A green street sign reads Los Angeles – 15 miles. The voice over kicks in again.
“See you soon.”
Melody Marshall is finally reveal as her hair waves in the wind. She turns and winks at the camera before turning the music up even louder as she begins singing along.
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[- GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPIONSHIP -]
Chris Crippler -vs- Mark Storm©
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MINX: The time is now folks!
The fans wait atiently as the spotlight shines on Lyoto Sylva and the lights dim in the Coliseum.
LYOTO SILVA: The following contest, scheduled for one fall is for the GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPIONSHIP! Entering first, the challenger.....CHRIS CRIPPLER!!!
The lights in the auditorium switch off as “Symphony of Destruction” by Megadeth begins to play over the PA system, as soon as the guitar rift kicks in, the spotlights goes around the audience and the stage lights illuminate as Chris Crippler steps out from behind the curtain.
He casually strolls down the aisle way, ignoring the fans ringside, stepping up the ring steps to the apron and walking along to the middle. He gazes out at the crowd in attendance with a look of disgust before stepping through the ropes, Chris walks over to the opposite side of the ring, adjusting his wrist tape as he presses his back against the turnbuckles. The referee checks him for foreign objects as his music fades away.
Mark Storm makes his wya to the ring with the GWD American Justice Championship around his waist and a smug grin on his face.
LYOTO SILVA: His opponent, the reigning... defending... undisputed GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPION..... YOUR HERO AND MINE.... MARRRKK STOOORRMM!!!
Mark enters the ring to a chorus of boos and Chris Crippler stands in the corner, focued, never looking away from Storm while he secures his wrist tape.
DING! DING! DING!LYOTO SILVA: His opponent, the reigning... defending... undisputed GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPION..... YOUR HERO AND MINE.... MARRRKK STOOORRMM!!!
Mark enters the ring to a chorus of boos and Chris Crippler stands in the corner, focued, never looking away from Storm while he secures his wrist tape.
The bell sounds and the match begins with Mark Storm taunting Chris Crippler from across the ring by hoisting his championship belt high above his head before Ace "Puerto Rico" steps up to grab the belt from him. Crippler steps to the center of the ring with a smile and drops down to one knee before placing one arm behind his back.
MINX: Uh oh...
DYNAMITE ROLLINS: There goes that symbolic old school British arrogance. If Storm isn't careful he might find himself...
MINX: Spoke too soon!
Storm approaches Crippler fearlessly and stumbles into a drop toe hold from Chris Crippler before Crippler locks him into a half nelson clutch.
DYNAMITE ROLLINS" I think Chris Crippler is still very upset about losing to Mark Storm in that cage match?
MINX: Technically he didn't lose, he just sort of got out smarted by-- oh wow! Chris Crippler is really delivering those forearms to the champ.
Mark Storm squirms around trying to getaway but Crippler uses his body wait to mount him and keep him grounded. Storm crawls toward the ropes, but Chris Crippler transitions again and drives a knee into Storm's lower back before cluthcing his hands under his chin and wrenching back.
MINX: The champ is in a bad spot right now.
DYNAMITE: He's in the center of the ring Kelsi! He's caught in the middle of a beartrap basically.
Mark Storm screams in pain while reaching for the ropes and refusing to tap.
MINX: He's in such a bad spot Dynamite. I don't know if he'll survive, this may be the shortest title reign in our history books for quite some time.
DYNAMITE: Don't you ever give up on a hero so eaisly!
Mark Storm catches a moment of freedom from Crippler while he is trying to adjust his grip and slips out of his grasps and rolls out of the ring. Chris Crippler crawls after him and Mark Storm tries walking over to the time keeper and grabbing his belt and leaving, but when he turns around with the belt in hand Chris Crippler is right there to deliver a powerful forearm strike. Crippler then grabs Mark Storm and uses an irish whip to send him flying into the ring post. Crippler lifts Storm off the ground and runs forward, shoving Storm's lower back onto the side of the ring apron. As Storm ascends down, Crippler lifts him up and delivers a knife edge chop that echoes and causes the audience to cringe. Ace "Puerto Rico" reaches a count of six before Crippler slides into the ring briefly before sliding back out to force him to restart his count. Crippler's exit from the ring becomes Storm's entrance into the ring and it forces Crippler back into the ring and right where Storm wants him.
Before Crippler can make it back to his feet he's greeted by a running double knee to the face from the American Justice Champion. Storm stays on the assault, stomping on Chris Crippler's calves and shins to slow him down a bit while keeping him grounded.
Storm hits Chris Crippler with a spinning back kick to the chest before running for the ring ropes. He returns and Chris Crippler uses his momentum agaisnt him, popping Storm up into the air. As Chris Crippler attempts a powerbomb, the champ calculates it early and instead drives the veteran wrestler to the canvas via a sitout face slam! Mark Storm makes the cover.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!
Mark Storm and Chris Crippler make it to their feet around the same time and they lock up in the center of the ring. The collar and elbow transitions into Crippler's favorite who swings Mark Storm to the canvas via a side headlock take down. Mark Storm wiggles to freedom and slides out of the ring to catch a breather, but Crippler is hot on his trail and clubs him over the back of the head with a stiff forearm before grabbing him and tossing him into the guard rail via a release german suplex! Storm crashes into the rail and a few fans scatter for their lives. Chris Crippler slides in and out of the ring, disrupting the count before focusing on the champ as he rises to his feet. Chris Crippler pulls Mark Storm to his feet and guides him back to the ring. Chris Crippler notices Storm favoring his shoulder and immediately goes after it. He lifts Storm off of his feet, flips him upside down and performs a textbook shoulder breaker. With the champ in pain, Chris Crippler advances and locks the champion in a half nelson.
MINX: Chris Crippler wants to leave nothing of Mark Storm after tonight.
DYNAMITE: Do you blame him? These men have battled in numerous places throughout society.
Chris Crippler jerks from side to side, applying pressure on the champion trying to force him to tap. Storm battles back to his feet with Crippler still holding him in the half nelson. Storm elbows Crippler and nearly gets away but Crippler regroups his grip and sends the champ flying into the turnbuckle via a half nelson slam! the fans cringe at the site of the champion smashing into the turnbuckle. The veteran drags Mark Storm to the center of the ring and make the cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Chris Crippler guides the champ back to his feet and Storm explodes awake out of nowhere and connects with a jumping knee to the chin of the veteran grappler. Storm slingshots into the ring cables and shoots himself out with veocity. Crippler catches the champ and locks him in a sleeepr hold. The champ fights back, still locking in the sleeper hold and walks up the ring cables and uses the top cable for leverage to reverse the sleeper hold into a spanish fly! The crowd pops and Mark Storm goes for the cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...BREAK COUNT!...
Chris Crippler reaches up and grabs the ring cable nearby. Mark Storm rises to his feet and makes a climb to the top rope.
MINX: What's the champ got in mind here?
DYNAMITE: Whatever it is I'm sure it'll completely amaze us.
Storm leaps from the top rope, attempting a big air phoenix splash but Chris Crippler rolls out of the way at the perfect moment and the champ hits the canvas, losing all sources of air flow. Chris Crippler flies in qickly, leaping into the air and crashing down onto the champs shoulders with a big pointed knee! Storm shouts in pain and tries to squirm to freedom but Chris Crippler grabs him and lifts him from a dead lift and slams him to the canvas via a gut wrench powerbomb that places a lot of impact on Mark Storm's shoulders.
DYNAMITE: He nearly jack knifed him.
MINX: Yeah nearly. The champion may be dead.
DYNAMITE: You can't kill a god Kelsi, don't be foolish.
Chris Crippler waists no time and locks Mark Storm in the Lexington Road Shooter!
DYNAMITE: Chris Crippler wants to break Mark Storm's spirit.
MINX: He's got quite the ego this may be just what he needs.
DYNAMITE: Crippler is just bringing it to Mark Storm.
Storm refuses to tap and Crippler eventually loses patience and releases the hold only to drop a vicious elbow to the champ's spine. Chris Crippler makes a cover,
...1!...
....2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Mark Storm kicks out at the last second. Chris Crippler's frustration is really starting to set in and he helps Storm to his feet only to toss him between the ring ropes and to the outside. Chris Crippler slides out after the champ and throws him into the ring posting via the irish whip. The champ hits the floor in pain and Crippler stays on the assault by stomping on the champs shoulders a few times before sliding back into the ring and then back out.
The Crippler approaches Mark Storm and is met by a pelé backflip kick that leaves him reeling. The champ makes it to his feet at a moderate pace with a slight struggle before finally fighting off the pain in his shoulder and blocking the forearm strike from Chris Crippler and retaliating with a powerful forearm of his own. Mark Storm and Chris crippler realize the referee reaching a count of seven and both men slide into the ring. They hop to their feet at the same time and begin exchanging blows in the center with the crowd fully invested in these two men. Chris Crippler bounces into the ring ropes and is caught by Mark Storm who lifts him off the canvas and slaps him down via a flap jack. The champ keeps his grip and locks Chris Crippler into an ankle lock.
MINX: Mark Storm is putting Chris Crippler in his shoes for a moment.
DYNAMITE: Never count out the champ.
Mark Storm releases the ankle lock and tries to pull Chris Crippler off the mat by the hair and Crippler instead pulls Mark Storm into an inside cradle. Ace "Puerto Rico" drops down to count,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Mark Storm kicks out at the last minute. Chris Crippler rises to his feet and approaches Storm and Storm hits Crippler with a low blow. Chris Crippler slows down and drops to both knees as Ace "Puerto Rico" scolds the champion about his actions and delivers a warning along with a lecture about his decision making. Crippler shakes off the pain and climbs back to his feet. Meanwhile in the corner, Mark Storm unties the top turnbuckle and Ace catches eye of this so he hurries over to retie the string.
MINX: What a minute?
DYNAMITE: The heroe's plan is never thwarted!
With the ref distracted, Mark Storm swiftly delivers another low blow to Chris Crippler before hitting him with the Stormstrike!
MINX: No! Not like this!
Mark Storm makes the cover on Crippler just as Ace turns around he sees Storm hooking the leg.
...1!...
...2!...
...3!...
DING! DING! DING!
LYOTO SILVA: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILLL GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPION.....MARK STORM!
Almost immediately the streamerss, ballons and confetti fall to ringside and the GWD American Justice Championship Ceremony officially begins. Mark Storm, exhausted and in pain, stands over a fallen Chris Crippler with the championship belt held high in the air and the fans looking on with disgust. The Champ grabs the microphone.
MARK STORM: You know, week after week, year after year, promotion after promotion, I've proven myself to be your hero, and mine all while beating seated at the throne of immortality. And as the immortal that I am, it is only fair that I give back to the people.
Mark Storm bends down and unties his wrestling boot.
MARK STORM: It is only right, and just, that I shower each and everyone of you fans and the competitors in the back with just as much love, honor, and respect as you have all shown me. So, tonight, you will all stand tall and salute the noble Chris Crippler as he takes a knee before god and has the honor of lacing my boot, one time.
The boos are monsterous. The echo is unbelievable as Mark Storm stands before Chris Crippler with his foot on his chest basking in the hatred of the Los Angeles locals. The cameras fade out with Mark Storm smiling into the camera with the championship close to his face.
MINX: The champ is in a bad spot right now.
DYNAMITE: He's in the center of the ring Kelsi! He's caught in the middle of a beartrap basically.
Mark Storm screams in pain while reaching for the ropes and refusing to tap.
MINX: He's in such a bad spot Dynamite. I don't know if he'll survive, this may be the shortest title reign in our history books for quite some time.
DYNAMITE: Don't you ever give up on a hero so eaisly!
Mark Storm catches a moment of freedom from Crippler while he is trying to adjust his grip and slips out of his grasps and rolls out of the ring. Chris Crippler crawls after him and Mark Storm tries walking over to the time keeper and grabbing his belt and leaving, but when he turns around with the belt in hand Chris Crippler is right there to deliver a powerful forearm strike. Crippler then grabs Mark Storm and uses an irish whip to send him flying into the ring post. Crippler lifts Storm off the ground and runs forward, shoving Storm's lower back onto the side of the ring apron. As Storm ascends down, Crippler lifts him up and delivers a knife edge chop that echoes and causes the audience to cringe. Ace "Puerto Rico" reaches a count of six before Crippler slides into the ring briefly before sliding back out to force him to restart his count. Crippler's exit from the ring becomes Storm's entrance into the ring and it forces Crippler back into the ring and right where Storm wants him.
Before Crippler can make it back to his feet he's greeted by a running double knee to the face from the American Justice Champion. Storm stays on the assault, stomping on Chris Crippler's calves and shins to slow him down a bit while keeping him grounded.
Storm hits Chris Crippler with a spinning back kick to the chest before running for the ring ropes. He returns and Chris Crippler uses his momentum agaisnt him, popping Storm up into the air. As Chris Crippler attempts a powerbomb, the champ calculates it early and instead drives the veteran wrestler to the canvas via a sitout face slam! Mark Storm makes the cover.
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!
Mark Storm and Chris Crippler make it to their feet around the same time and they lock up in the center of the ring. The collar and elbow transitions into Crippler's favorite who swings Mark Storm to the canvas via a side headlock take down. Mark Storm wiggles to freedom and slides out of the ring to catch a breather, but Crippler is hot on his trail and clubs him over the back of the head with a stiff forearm before grabbing him and tossing him into the guard rail via a release german suplex! Storm crashes into the rail and a few fans scatter for their lives. Chris Crippler slides in and out of the ring, disrupting the count before focusing on the champ as he rises to his feet. Chris Crippler pulls Mark Storm to his feet and guides him back to the ring. Chris Crippler notices Storm favoring his shoulder and immediately goes after it. He lifts Storm off of his feet, flips him upside down and performs a textbook shoulder breaker. With the champ in pain, Chris Crippler advances and locks the champion in a half nelson.
MINX: Chris Crippler wants to leave nothing of Mark Storm after tonight.
DYNAMITE: Do you blame him? These men have battled in numerous places throughout society.
Chris Crippler jerks from side to side, applying pressure on the champion trying to force him to tap. Storm battles back to his feet with Crippler still holding him in the half nelson. Storm elbows Crippler and nearly gets away but Crippler regroups his grip and sends the champ flying into the turnbuckle via a half nelson slam! the fans cringe at the site of the champion smashing into the turnbuckle. The veteran drags Mark Storm to the center of the ring and make the cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Chris Crippler guides the champ back to his feet and Storm explodes awake out of nowhere and connects with a jumping knee to the chin of the veteran grappler. Storm slingshots into the ring cables and shoots himself out with veocity. Crippler catches the champ and locks him in a sleeepr hold. The champ fights back, still locking in the sleeper hold and walks up the ring cables and uses the top cable for leverage to reverse the sleeper hold into a spanish fly! The crowd pops and Mark Storm goes for the cover,
...1!...
...2!...
...BREAK COUNT!...
Chris Crippler reaches up and grabs the ring cable nearby. Mark Storm rises to his feet and makes a climb to the top rope.
MINX: What's the champ got in mind here?
DYNAMITE: Whatever it is I'm sure it'll completely amaze us.
Storm leaps from the top rope, attempting a big air phoenix splash but Chris Crippler rolls out of the way at the perfect moment and the champ hits the canvas, losing all sources of air flow. Chris Crippler flies in qickly, leaping into the air and crashing down onto the champs shoulders with a big pointed knee! Storm shouts in pain and tries to squirm to freedom but Chris Crippler grabs him and lifts him from a dead lift and slams him to the canvas via a gut wrench powerbomb that places a lot of impact on Mark Storm's shoulders.
DYNAMITE: He nearly jack knifed him.
MINX: Yeah nearly. The champion may be dead.
DYNAMITE: You can't kill a god Kelsi, don't be foolish.
Chris Crippler waists no time and locks Mark Storm in the Lexington Road Shooter!
DYNAMITE: Chris Crippler wants to break Mark Storm's spirit.
MINX: He's got quite the ego this may be just what he needs.
DYNAMITE: Crippler is just bringing it to Mark Storm.
Storm refuses to tap and Crippler eventually loses patience and releases the hold only to drop a vicious elbow to the champ's spine. Chris Crippler makes a cover,
...1!...
....2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Mark Storm kicks out at the last second. Chris Crippler's frustration is really starting to set in and he helps Storm to his feet only to toss him between the ring ropes and to the outside. Chris Crippler slides out after the champ and throws him into the ring posting via the irish whip. The champ hits the floor in pain and Crippler stays on the assault by stomping on the champs shoulders a few times before sliding back into the ring and then back out.
The Crippler approaches Mark Storm and is met by a pelé backflip kick that leaves him reeling. The champ makes it to his feet at a moderate pace with a slight struggle before finally fighting off the pain in his shoulder and blocking the forearm strike from Chris Crippler and retaliating with a powerful forearm of his own. Mark Storm and Chris crippler realize the referee reaching a count of seven and both men slide into the ring. They hop to their feet at the same time and begin exchanging blows in the center with the crowd fully invested in these two men. Chris Crippler bounces into the ring ropes and is caught by Mark Storm who lifts him off the canvas and slaps him down via a flap jack. The champ keeps his grip and locks Chris Crippler into an ankle lock.
MINX: Mark Storm is putting Chris Crippler in his shoes for a moment.
DYNAMITE: Never count out the champ.
Mark Storm releases the ankle lock and tries to pull Chris Crippler off the mat by the hair and Crippler instead pulls Mark Storm into an inside cradle. Ace "Puerto Rico" drops down to count,
...1!...
...2!...
...KICKOUT!...
Mark Storm kicks out at the last minute. Chris Crippler rises to his feet and approaches Storm and Storm hits Crippler with a low blow. Chris Crippler slows down and drops to both knees as Ace "Puerto Rico" scolds the champion about his actions and delivers a warning along with a lecture about his decision making. Crippler shakes off the pain and climbs back to his feet. Meanwhile in the corner, Mark Storm unties the top turnbuckle and Ace catches eye of this so he hurries over to retie the string.
MINX: What a minute?
DYNAMITE: The heroe's plan is never thwarted!
With the ref distracted, Mark Storm swiftly delivers another low blow to Chris Crippler before hitting him with the Stormstrike!
MINX: No! Not like this!
Mark Storm makes the cover on Crippler just as Ace turns around he sees Storm hooking the leg.
...1!...
...2!...
...3!...
DING! DING! DING!
LYOTO SILVA: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILLL GWD AMERICAN JUSTICE CHAMPION.....MARK STORM!
Almost immediately the streamerss, ballons and confetti fall to ringside and the GWD American Justice Championship Ceremony officially begins. Mark Storm, exhausted and in pain, stands over a fallen Chris Crippler with the championship belt held high in the air and the fans looking on with disgust. The Champ grabs the microphone.
MARK STORM: You know, week after week, year after year, promotion after promotion, I've proven myself to be your hero, and mine all while beating seated at the throne of immortality. And as the immortal that I am, it is only fair that I give back to the people.
Mark Storm bends down and unties his wrestling boot.
MARK STORM: It is only right, and just, that I shower each and everyone of you fans and the competitors in the back with just as much love, honor, and respect as you have all shown me. So, tonight, you will all stand tall and salute the noble Chris Crippler as he takes a knee before god and has the honor of lacing my boot, one time.
The boos are monsterous. The echo is unbelievable as Mark Storm stands before Chris Crippler with his foot on his chest basking in the hatred of the Los Angeles locals. The cameras fade out with Mark Storm smiling into the camera with the championship close to his face.
END OF SHOW.
